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I missed your writing so much, and what do I see? You're back!!! So happy to read your newest story and looking forward to whatever' coming next 😊

this is all too sweet, thank you! i hope to have some more writing for you all coming soon.

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Can you do the morning sex, pls? I was inspired by No Control😂 thank you. Elounor for sure💞

here you go lovely 😘

Of course Eleanor was familiar with the concept of morning wood, she’d heard the jokes and the seen the smirks. She didn’t expect the reality of it, is the thing. The thought of waking up to someone’s hard prick ready to poke an eye out seemed comical and annoying, not arousing.

But that was before Louis.  

Before Eleanor became familiar with the comfort of his bed, the way the sheets were cool against her skin everywhere Louis wasn’t pressed up against. How waking up, however well rested, didn’t make her want to get out of bed. Didn’t hurt that Louis’ arm was still slung loosely around her this particular morning. Too loose for her liking, and she took care to scoot back against his chest without waking him up.

He seemed to stir with a grumble before burying his face against the crook of her neck. He seemed to still again, going limp. Except–

Except for his very hard dick, very precariously nudging at Eleanor’s arse.

She’d slipped on knickers before turning in–an old habit of not wanting to be naked in case the fire alarm went off, something that Louis’ always laughed at. He certainly seemed to be reaping the benefits of sleeping naked now as he snuggled closer to her.

Curious, she arched her back and leaned forward, allowing her thighs to spread. As predicted Louis snuggled in closer, followed by another grunt.

She was doing this to him, and it was intoxicating, and arousing. Her knickers were getting damp from the both of them and she tried shaking her hips a bit to wake Louis up.

He nuzzled in closer and pulled her tight against him with one jerk of his hips before he inhaled sharply. “El–” he started, and burrowed into her hair. “Mhm.”

“Good morning,” she said, now shamelessly pushing back against him. She was still sleepy and a bit slow, the stillness of morning lending a dreamlike quality to the moment. She didn’t mind, didn’t mind the way he seemed to grow more frustrated, breaths quick and hot against her shoulder. She wriggled her hips as best as she could, biting her lip when he gripped her hips.

“Babe, stop.”

“Why?” She asked, feeling bold.

“’M gonna come if you keep doing that.” Louis’ voice was rough from more than just sleep, and she wanted more of it.

“Maybe I want you to…” she said, keeping her own voice low as she kept the friction going, getting herself worked up.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, sounding nearly incredulous, and it set a fizz down her belly. She nodded and pushed her head against the pillow. Turning over onto her stomach, she kept her chest down and raised her arse, practically presenting herself to him. It didn’t take long for Louis to follow, grunting in frustration as his thumbs worked her knickers down her thighs. He left them at her knees, keeping her legs tied together.

“Fuck, you have no idea, babe–” he started, tugging at her hips flush with his own, grinding against her. “Fuck– can I–” he started, seemingly losing control of his impulses as he kept grinding against her, nearly slipping in.

It gave her a zip of excitement, knowing he couldn’t control himself around her and she nodded against the pillow. Her nipples had gotten hard already and even though she probably wouldn’t come with a quickie, she wanted it. Wanted Louis to just take her because he couldn’t resist.

“El?” He asked, fingers trembling as he carded through her hair.

“Yeah, please,” she muttered, and she could hear his sharp breath as he collected himself behind her. She bit into the pillow as he pressed inside, filling her up so good. She was excited enough that he glide was easy, and his thrusts were erratic as he draped over her back, breath hot against her neck.

“Fuck– babe, you’re so good to me–” He said between grunts. She squeezed around him, getting off on each of his hitched breaths as he ground into her deeply.

He came quickly, stilling with a, “Shit,” and she could feel his come filling her up. She expected him to collapse on her and fall back asleep, but instead he pulled out quickly. “Turn around,” he asked, with a grip on her shoulder, and she obliged.

Louis had a loopy smile on his face that she couldn’t help but match and they stared at each other for a second before his eyes roamed over her body. “Look at you,” he breathed out. He pressed a kiss against her mouth, a close mouthed kiss to avoid morning breath, before he pulled away again. “Your turn,” he said before his fingers pressed against her sensitive clit.

She gasped, not expecting the touch, and arched her back. “Yeah,” Louis said, urging her to continue before his fingers went deeper. She was still sensitive, still swollen with want and he knew exactly where to touch her to have her trembling. His thumb rubbing circles around her clit as he worked three other fingers against her cunt. Teasing her opening where each nerve lit up.

She started losing control of her legs, clenching her thighs around his arm, wanting him closer, wanting him farther away, being overpowered with the intensity of his attention. Eventually she let out a long moan, her breath caught in her throat. “That’s it,” Louis said, sleepily, blinking at her. “Lovely.” As if it was the easiest thing in the world, making her fall apart.

“Louis– don’t stop,” she pleaded when he slowed down. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t plan on it love,” he said before crooking his fingers and pressing down. She spasmed right then, thighs trembling as the intensity of her orgasm washed over her. Louis laid down next to her, fingers still gently stroking her, as if trying to get the most out of her.

That’s how they fell back asleep. Sticky, naked, and clutching each other.

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wishing you all the inspiration in the world. can't wait to read everything you're planning to write

This is so sweet, thank you so much anon 💗 I lost a bunch of my drafts which has been a setback so the requested fics may not come in chronological order. I’m sorry to keep you lovelies waiting as life gets in the way but I truly appreciate the patience. 

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Just dropping by to say that I really enjoyed reading everything you've written. Your stories are great! Looking forward to more

Oh my gosh, thank you so much ❤ 

I’m going to take this opportunity to apologize for being so absent. I had some real life medical problems that kept me away from writing but it warms my heart to see that people care at all about any of my writing. 

Here’s a list of what has been requested so far and will be posted at some point:

sick fic

first time

morning sex

mile high club (2 requests!)

FWB/ONS

revolve event

jealousy    

I also have an idea for a longer AU but I’m waiting until I can get an AO3 account to start posting/really working on that.

Also, I started putting things behind cuts because someone said they didn’t want to reblog such NSFW text but I’ve noticed most people are content liking posts. Do people prefer using “read mores” or would just posting the whole thing without a cut be preferable? Do let me know, I just want to do what most people prefer 💖

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Can you do one where louis and eleanor go on a ski trip please?

I’ve never been skiing so I apologize for any errors 💕

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“I can do down the blue hill with you if you’d like, but I’m gonna have to hit the black one at least once,” Louis says as he and Eleanor glide through the sparse forestry, past throngs of families and couples. No one pays them a second glance. Being incognito is nice, even though Eleanor’s face already feels numb.

“Oh you can, can you?” Eleanor asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She can’t remember if she’s told Louis about the ski trips her family went on from a young age. How she’s only been slaloming down black and diamond hills for years. Either that, or he forgot. Either way, this could work in her favour… 

“We’ve got a couple days, might be fun to see all the hills.”

“That’s so sweet,” she says and puckers her lips at him in invitation for a kiss. Their chapped lips meet briefly before she pushes up ahead. “I definitely think I can handle the easy one.” He tips his head to the side, her confidence most likely throwing him off a bit. “Actually, why don’t we race to the bottom? And then you can decide if I’m good enough for the next one up.” She winks at him, biting back a smile.

She knows she’s got him when he sucks his cheeks in and purses his lips, asking, “Care to make it interesting?”

She reaches out her hand for them to shake on it, smiles broadly as she says, “Deal.”

And that’s how Louis ends up with his wrists tied to the bedpost in their room with the braces from his ski trousers.

He hasn’t tested the knots, probably because he does remember Eleanor used to go sailing and is quite good at them. 

“This it? Just gonna have me lie here all night?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow. She’s down to her knickers and a thin vest, but she’s done nothing more than sit next to him and swallow down her tea, watching the evening news. Louis has been unusually quiet, probably trying to pretend like he’s not bothered by being out of control.

“Not punishment enough?” She asks, and he shrugs as best he can. She knows exactly what she’s going to do, has known since he accepted the bet up on the hill. But him getting impatient and asking about it is part of the plan. 

“Seems pretty tame, s'all,” he says and stretches out his legs, flexing his toes. He’s not looking at her when she takes off her knickers and straddles his chest. 

She leans over him, pretending to check her knot work  “These aren’t straining your wrists, are they?” she asks innocently. “It’s really hot in here, isn’t it? Maybe I turned up the temp too high…” She pulls off her vest, tossing it to the side and sighs exaggeratedly, chest heaving. Louis groans, low, in the back of his throat.

“A bit hot yeah, maybe better to turn it down a bit and get dressed. Or get me undressed, yeah?” He blinks, licking his lips. His fingers are clenched into tight fists, knuckles going white. “It’ll be faster if you untie me.”

“Being very talkative. Don’t know that I like that,” she singsongs, trying to sound thoughtful.

“I’ll be quiet if you untie me,” he counters. “Can keep my mouth busy, then.” He finishes with a slanted smile, a sparkly in his eye.

She gets up on her knees, shuffling forward. “I think you can keep your mouth busy now, can’t you?” She bites her lip, fingertip pushing against his lips. He catches on quick, eyes growing hooded.

“Yeah-- Yes, please,” he says, followed by an audible swallow. 

Eleanor fluffs the pillows behind his neck, raising his head a little bit before pushing her pelvis towards him.

She feels his tongue first, an insistent press against the inside of her folds. She braces herself with one hand against the wall, the other resting in Louis’ hair. 

He must take it as an encouragement, mouth closing in on her most sensitive spot with a wet suck. She gasps, uncontrollably bucking into the sensation. He’s always loved eating her out, and he seems so hungry for it now, sloppy as he sucks and tries to fuck her with his tongue.

She tips her hips forward a bit so he can reach, the tip of his tongue stiff as it circles her entrance. She nearly loses her balances and drops on him when he hits a good spot, the suction of his mouth making her legs tremble.

“Y’okay?” She asks, massaging his head. He nods, against her, still, and continues to suck. 

He sounds like he can’t get enough, slurping, foot stomping on the bed as he bucks into nothing but air.

“There--” Eleanor says as she grinds against his mouth, trying to shift his focus. He grunts his understanding and sucks harder, tip of his tongue circling her clit almost-- almost--

She cries out when finally licks her clit head on, cunt clenching around nothing. Louis makes a restless sound below her, lapping up as much of her juices as he can.

“Good, good,” she says, patting his hair back as she slips off of him. The entire lower half of his face is wet and shiny, and his eyes are wide. “You did good,” she says with a smirk, reaching down to pat his erection, trapped beneath his trousers. She might go again before she gets him off, or do him at the same time next... she hasn’t decided yet, which would be the more suitable punishment for underestimating her. 

Considering the way Louis is still looking at her hungrily, though, it doesn’t seem like a predicament he’s keen to avoid...

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elounor's first time after reuniting?

Here you go 💖

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Eleanor takes a deep breath as she smooths out the front of her dress. She turns around, checking out her reflection in the mirror, hiking up the fabric just a bit so it gathers around the small of her back. Facing the mirror again she tugs at her neckline, and pulls at her bra straps, trying to make sure just a hint of lace shows. When she inspects her face again she notices her lip is bitten, lipstick needing to be reapplied.

Louis is waiting in her kitchen, she’d excused herself ten minutes ago, and she wouldn’t be surprised if the pasta’s burned by now. 

So she’s nervous. So sue her. 

She remembers talking to Max last year about people who get back together after a long break. They were talking about him, about how it wasn’t worth it, how it was always too difficult to get back to how things were. How things changed, how you’d always end up wondering who taught your boyfriend new tricks, be second guessing yourself in bed, that time, and other people, could change people’s chemistry.

But her and Louis have found their way back to each other, somehow. It has to mean something, doesn’t it? That’s why she wants to get the sex out of the way as quickly as possible. Figure it out right away. Whether they’re still compatible beyond just talking, whether it’s just melancholy and horniness tugging at her gut. 

She gathers her courage before walking back out into the kitchen, steps resolute and determined, hips swaying in what she hopes is a seductive way. 

“You changed,” he says, eyes slipping over her figure as he frowns. It hits her in more ways than one, Yes, I have, so have you, not too much, I hope, she thinks. But she knows he means her dress, her fresh lipstick, the necklace that disappears between her breasts.

She shrugs, trying to play it off. “Getting comfortable.” It’s a lie, of course it’s a lie. And of course he knows, but she hopes he won’t call her out. She knows this is one of his favourite looks on her and she hopes he knows what she’s after.

“Turned off the burner,” he says, gesturing towards the pot on the stove. “Hope that was ‘lright?” 

She edges her way closer, hip bumping against his as she leans over the hob. She’s fishes out a piece of penne with a fork, bringing it to her mouth. She yelps at how hot it is, nearly spitting it out. More shocking than that, though, is the heat of Louis’ palm against her back and she nearly jumps out of her skin at it.

He seems to sense her nerves, and pulls back. “It’s ready to be drained,” she says, hoping to avoid the topic. Louis takes the pot and pours the contents into the strainer over the sink. He must’ve taken it out, trying to help in any way that he could.

“El–” he starts, not even looking at her. Giving her space, of course, because he absolutely has to be bloody concerned instead of just pushing through.

“You can pour it back into the pot, we’ll just mix the sauce in–”

“El, please.” He grabs her wrist, thumb stroking a calming pattern over her wrist bone. “If you don’t want to do this I can just–”

“I don’t want you to leave. I’m just. A bit of a mess.”

“It’s just me,” he says with a shrug, a lick of his lips. As if it’s that simple. As if Louis just being himself isn’t the biggest, greatest challenge she’s ever encountered. As if even now just a brush of his thumb over her skin isn’t enough to make her want to melt into him, the only thing holding her back the fear that things have changed irrevocably.

“I know. Let’s just eat, okay?” She says before plating their dishes. He nods at her and pours out two glasses of the wine he brought with him. Her favourite white wine, chilled to perfection. 

She planned for them to eat at the counter so they could sit next to each other, so they could hold hands, maybe, play footsie, maybe, get Louis so worked up by hiking her dress up higher and higher so he’d just take her right there, maybe. Maybe, maybe. 

Instead as they sit down, Louis’ posture is closed off. Their conversation is fine, and they manage to end up in two laugh spirals that end with her nearly choking on her wine. By the time Louis gets up to fetch another bottle, he kisses the back of her hand. It sends chills down her spine, but it’s not nearly enough. 

She watches his arms flex as he works the bottle opener, the cut of his jaw, the way his shirt hugs his back. There’s no denying that she still wants him, and she pinches herself to stop herself from biting her lip and ruining her lipstick again.

He returns to their seats without much fanfare, even with Eleanor flipping her hair over her shoulder and tugging at her necklace. He seems immune, somehow, and it niggles at her gut.They get through half the second bottle of wine before Louis stretches out, a thin smile tugging at his lips. Eleanor’s heart leaps to her throat. She knows what this means, and she completely failed.

“Should get going,” Louis says with the tiniest shrug, rubbing his palms together.

“Okay,” she answers, because what else can she say, really? She can’t force him to stay. 

“Right.” He nods again, and slips off the stool. She watches as he gathers their plates and brings them over to the sink. He’s looser from the wine, and he looks back at her with a wink. That’s all she needs, Her nerves could easily be confused for excitement and she swallows down a long gulp of air as she squeezes her thighs together. 

She’d like to blame the wine, but in reality she knows it’s just her, her impatience, her want and Louis’ apparent indifference to her that springs her to her feet. She’s behind him in less than five steps, wrapping her arms around his middle. Platonic enough, but with a clear intent.

“Hello,” she says into his shoulder, and she doesn’t have to wait long before Louis has turned around, damp hands cradling her shoulders.

“Hey,” he says, eyes searching her face. She tips her chin up, closing her eyes, and when his mouth meets hers she tightens her grip around him, pushing her hips against his.

It gets heated right away, her lips parting as soon as she feels Louis’ tongue along the seam of her mouth. She can’t get enough air, can’t get enough of him as he sucks on her lip. She moans into it, every hint of fear vanished, nothing but a deep longing in her chest to get closer, closer.

She thinks she can feel him against her hip, hard already just from a little kissing. He still wants her, her after getting his pick of the litter for over a year. He’s here, in her kitchen, tongue in her mouth, and hard for her.

Fuck if that doesn’t feel bloody amazing.

She tries to pull him away from the counter, and he seems to follow, only to back her up against the kitchen island. It digs into the small of her back, and she yelps, making Louis pull away from her. 

His face is scrunched up in concern, chest heaving as his eyes dart over her face. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, palm slapping against the marble. “No, just this thing’s a bit hard.”

He cocks an eyebrow, and reaches out for her, says, “How about–” before lifting her up onto the counter. 

“Perfect,” she says, and pulls at his collar to get him closer. From this position she can reach down and palm his erection while they snog, tongues sliding wetly against each other, breath mixing. It only takes a couple of squeezes before Louis’ mouth detaches from her with a wet smack as his jerks into her touch.

“Fuck,” he says, resting his forehead against her neck. He’s sweaty. Or she’s sweaty. Or they both are, and she quickly moves to undo his flies. “Maybe I should–” he starts and grunts again as soon as Eleanor’s managed to tug his cock out of his pants. “–leave?” He finishes with great difficulty, thrusting into her grip. He’s wet at the tip already, hot and throbbing in her palm. Just as she remembers. 

“Stay,” she says, hooking her legs around his hips, pulling him in closer to her. Hoping he can feel how she’s pulsing with want.

“Fuck,” he says, voice broken. The corner of his mouth twitches as he brings his hands to her chest, cupping her breasts. “I missed this,” he says, and she can tell from the way he’s thumbing at her nipples, the way his cock glides through her palm that he means it.

“Missed it too,” she says, and it may be the most vulnerable thing she’s said all night. “Missed your hands,” she says as he pinches her nipple. His hand travelling down her heaving chest, pulling at the fabric once he gets to her 

“You’re wet,” he says with wonder in his voice. As if she wouldn’t be. As if he doesn’t know exactly what he does to her, has always done to her.

“S’for you,” she says, feeling bold. It’s all yours, she wants to say, but the thought alone makes her feel dizzy. “I’ve got a rubber,” she says, pulling away just enough that she can pull it out from her bra where it was stuffed to the side. 

Louis just blinks at her, too stunned for jokes. They’ll probably come later but for now his mouth just drops open in a smile. “You’re something, aren’t you,” he says more than asks. She shrugs, a blush creeping up her face.

She opens the rubber and slips it on him as best she can as he watched on with wonder. She squeezes her thighs around him, and it’s all the hint he needs. She tips her hips towards him, slipping her knickers to the side. She’s already so wet and so swollen with want, and both she and he watch as he feeds his cock into her pussy. 

It’s mesmerizing, the way he disappears into her so easily, how he fills her up so perfectly, like he belongs there. She clings to him as he starts to thrust, her world narrowing down to the two of them right here, right now. She gasps against his shoulder as he drives into her, making her feel like jelly.

“So tight,” he mutters, as if he can’t believe it, and she squeezes around him. He’s thumbing at her clit, and her hips jerk at the touch. He’s everywhere, and her thighs tremble as she tries to breathe through it. 

“Harder,” she says, or she thinks she says, losing track of everything that isn’t the way his stuttered breath sounds in her ear. He’s rubbing circles against her clit in the same rhythm as his thrusts, and she might lose her mind with how good she feels. “Louis,” she cries out, not planning to, having lost control of her voice. 

“El,” he says before slowing down, gripping her face in his hands. They don’t kiss, they lock eyes as he grinds against her, and she can feel it when he comes. His mouth dropping open and eyes closing tightly. “Fuck.”

She squeezes her legs tighter around him as he fucks her through it, thrusts going erratic. It’s enough to tip her over the edge, and her own eyes flutter closed as she spasms around him, body trying to lock him into place. 

Her head is tipped back, entire body gone slack with her orgasm, legs having dropped from where she clutched them tightly around him. She could fall asleep right here, Louis’ cock still in her, his weight against her chest, his breath in her ears. 

He lets out a long breath before slipping out of her. “El, I just– I really–” he starts and his face twists. As if he doesn’t want to say too much. “Lemme…” he starts before kissing her deeply, as if trying to say everything he wants with his tongue in her mouth. As if he can push his words against the roof of her mouth, as if she’ll swallow his intent and know. She thinks she gets it, maybe. 

And even if she doesn’t yet, they’ve got all the time in the world.

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El looks too frigid to enjoy her & louis fics. She seems like that friend who doesn’t want to mess up her hair while having sec. I could totally see Bebe in the scenarios, she is fun and sexy!!

Well I don't really like your use of frigid as it seems quite judgemental (it's okay not to want to have sex and relationships don't need to have sex at all to be valid and fulfilling ❤️) but I will say I am open to writing Louis/Bebe if there is interest for that. 

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could you write about el and louis at kim's wedding?

Of course 💕!

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Louis wasn’t sure what Eleanor pulled him aside for until she said, “Kim told me I had to be next.”

“Did she?” He asked, trying to sound surprised. Eleanor tipped her head in his direction for a split second before pushing her weight against the wall. 

“D’you think she can tell?” She asked, fingers pulling at the thin chain obscured by her neckline. The one that carries a ring inscribed, Always yours. She probably didn’t even know she was doing it. He should’ve tell her, since she’d been doing it every so often, delicate fingers coming up to her neck to tug at, not bold enough to pick up the ring. He should tell her to stop, before someone notices, before someone asks. But each tug at the chain is like a tug at his gut. Not only did she agree to be with him, she wants to be, despite it all.

“I don’t think anyone knows,” he said, and gently took her hands in his. “Probably just thinks you’d be a radiant bride. Which you’ll be,” he assured and Eleanor rolled her eyes fondly at him.

“And you’ll be a most handsome groom,” she countered and a laugh bubbled out of him.

“Wasn’t fishing, love, but thank you.” 

“Wasn’t baiting either. I just know I’ll have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” 

“Mhm.”He tightened his grip on her hands, thumbs rubbing at the inside of her palm. She pulled them towards her, holding them against her stomach. She looked radiant now, wine flushed and eyelashes still damp from the ceremony. “It’s hard enough keeping my hands off of you now, t’be honest.” 

She arched against him at that, hips sharp as they jutted against his and he tighened his grip around her waist. She said, “No one’s telling you you have to.” Her voice has gone dark, mouth slightly open and he doesn’t need more of a hint to kiss her. But he lands against her hair as she moves her head away. 

“Not that, they’ll be able to tell my make up’s fussed.” She pressed a finger against his lips, his mouth still watered with the need to taste her. He could play this game.

He slid one of his hands up her side until he cupped the swell of her breast. “What about here?” He cocked an eyebrow and followed it with a squeeze.

She tipped her head back against the wall. “S’pose that’s alright.”

“Hm,” he hummed, kneading at her. He circled his thumb over, and over, until her mouth dropped open and he could feel her nipple perking up beneath all the layers of fabric. 

He pinched it as best he could, and she gasped softly, body jerking against the door. 

It took Louis a split second to lock the door, and lean down enough that his other hand moved under her skirt. She let out a little surprised, Ah, but gathered her skirt and pulled it high against her hips, revealing her gorgeous, glorious thighs.

He tucked his hand between them, the heat of her growing stronger the higher up he went. 

“What about here?” He asked, just before fully cupping her cunt, middle finger sliding along the dampened fabric of her knickers.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, head knocking against the door. Her hair was likely to be a mess after this, but he didn’t care. All he cared about now was getting his mouth on her, keeping her sounds coming.

He dropped to his knees, and hastened to pull her knickers off. The lace was nearly soaked through, and he crumpled it and pushed it into his jacket pocket. 

“Hold on,” he said, just as his thumbs pushed against her inner thighs, trying to get her to spread wider. It was light enough where they were that he could see her glistening, and he reached out reverently, fingers pushing into her folds. She gasped in response, bucking closer to him. 

He looked up at her, the long line of her body stood above him. One hand going white with how hard she was holding up her dress, the other clutching at the top of the door to steady herself. 

He licked his lips, edging his way closer. They didn’t have time to take it slow, and from how wet Eleanor was against his fingers, he didn’t think she needed slow.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up more as his fingers pushed into her. He rested his head just against her thigh, close enough that pushing his tongue out gave him a taste but he just wanted to smell, for now. His thumb was working in circles against her clit, and her legs trembled around him. 

“Lou–” she started but caught herself, probably realizing that it was one thing for an anonymous couple to be overheard having sex, and another entirely for them to be identified. 

“Good girl,” he commented before surrendering and latching his mouth around her clit, sucking just the way he knew she loved. She was so slick under his tongue, so soft and tender against the roughness of his tongue. 

He leaned into it, wanting all of his senses to be consumed by her, and only her. She whimpered as he crooked his fingers inside of her, and he held the pressure steady. 

It was easy for him to eat her out because he just couldn’t get enough. He’d do it three times a day if he could, mouth exploring further along her folds and sucking gently at the sensitive skin. As soon as her clit was abandoned he used his thumb to keep a steady rub on it as he explored the rest of her cunt. She was leaking, now, the hand buried deep in her cunt covered in juices that had nowhere to go. 

That’s where he wanted to be, his tongue licking around his fingers as they kept thrusting, lapping up every drop he could get. She was so hot, so slick, rhythmically squeezing around his fingers.

“I’m–” She groaned, sounding strained, a sharp breath giving her a full body shudder.

“You’re going to come for me, love?” Louis asked, face still buried against her delicious, welcoming, irresistible cunt. He didn’t think she could hear, but she must

“Please,” she mumbled, and that simple word made him double his efforts. It wasn’t often that Eleanor asked to come, but when she did it was special. It meant she trusted him to take care of her, give her what she needed.

He nearly lost his breath, lapping at her. He added a third finger, trying to spread them against her spasmig walls. 

“Fuck!” She exclaimed, and she must’ve shocked herself because her dress fell around him as she let go of it. Her sounds were more muffled now. He could picture her biting her knuckle to keep quiet, and he smirked to himself. 

He could tell she was getting close and he kept licking, fingers pulling her closer to him as he pressed against her spot. 

She gasped above him, hips stilling where they’d been moving against him, fucking his face. Her walls tightened impossibly around his fingers, and he did his best to keep the pressure steady, hoping to coax her into a stronger orgasm. She shook through it, her swollen cunt getting wetter and wetter and he licked as much of it up as he could. 

He ached in his trousers, enough that he didn’t even want to stand up. But he had to. Louis hobbled to his feet and tugged at his belt absentmindedly. Eleanor watched him with hooded eyes, mouth still open, head still firmly pressed against the door.

“You’re a mess,” she said, her thumb swiping over his mouth. His chin and cheeks were wet, he knew, and he didn’t care. 

“Help me clean up?” He asked, offering the hand that was bringing her to orgasm seconds ago, and her mouth closed over them eagerly. She kept her eyes trained on his, knowing exactly what she was doing as she sucked his fingers clean.

He could only blink at her, dumbfounded at what he’d done to deserve such a creature.

He’d forgotten all about himself until her knee pressed against his crotch, his aching cock twitching at the attention. “Fuck.”

“Need help with that?” She asked, her cool composure back already, even though her hair was wrecked and her mouth was swollen, and there was a flush high on her chest.

He shook his head, taking a deep breath. He could calm himself down a bit, but even if he couldn’t– “I know it drives you mad.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” She asked with a pout, and he had to block one of her hands moving to cup him through his trousers. If she touched him it would be game over. There’d be no way for him to turn down whatever she offered. 

“A bit, yeah,” he answered, honestly. “But it’s worth it. And I know… you’re going to spend all night just dying to help.”

“It’s not fair.”

“You got to come and it’s not fair that I want to wait?”

“You know what I mean.” He did, he did know. He knew how insane it made her to know he was hard and she couldn’t take care of him. 

He pressed a kiss against her mouth, this time with no protest from her. “It’ll be worth the wait.” He winked, and swatted her on the hip. She rolled her eyes at him, but it was a defense mechanism, he knew. 

“I’m going to wash my face, meet me at our table?” He asked as he unlocked the door. 

He wasn’t ready for another deep kiss, Eleanor’s grip tight on his labels as she slipped him tongue. “Love you,” she whispered against his mouth before slipping out the door. 

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The conversation I like to think El and Louis had right after he liked Bebe’s picture.

[filthlouie-blog]

101 Kinks: Send me a number and a ship and I’ll write a drabble

A/B/O

after an injury, hurt/comfort

almost getting caught

anonymous sex

bad sex/sex fails

barebacking

barely legal

begging

blood play

body swap

body worship

bondage/restraints/collars

break up/make up

breath play

claiming/marking

clothing fetish (medical, military, uniforms, armor)

come marking

coming untouched

courtesan/hooker

cross-dressing/drag

daddy kink

delayed gratification/teasing

dirty talk

dom/sub

double penetration

erotic branding

exhibitionism

finger fucking

first time

fisting

food fetish

forbidden love

fuck buddies/one night stand/casual hookup

fuck or die

fully clothed

gangbang/orgy

gender swap

gentle sex

getting caught

grooming/hair kink

gun/sword/knife play

hand jobs

honeymoon

humiliation

I missed you

I’m sorry

in a car/vehicle

in a mirror

intoxication

jealous

lap-dance/striptease

last time/end of the world

lingerie/panty kink

loud sex

making porn

masturbation

mile high club

mind control/aliens made them do it

mistaken identity

morning sex

multiple orgasm

name kink/pet names

necrophilia

no speaking

oral sex

orgasm delay/denial

phone sex/sexting

pon farr/sex pollen

predator/prey, hunting

promiscuity

public sex/outdoor sex

quickies

rimming

role play

role reversal

rough sex/pain

scent kink

school girl/teacher kink

sensation play/temperature play/over-stimulation

sex as performance/third person watches

sex marathon

sex slaves

sex tapes

sex toys/plugs

shaving

simultaneous orgasm

size kink/size queen

sloppy seconds

soulmates/soul bond

spanking

spit-roasting

swimming pool/hot tub

telepathy

trapped together

underage

voyeurism

wake up in the middle of the night sex/somnophilia

washing/bathing/shower sex

watching porn

wet dreams

wish/fantasy fulfillment

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Brighter, Brightest [Elounor, smut, canon]

Louis is tugged into consciousness gently, the rustling of sheets hissing in his ear and a warm wet suckling making his toes curl, eyes fluttering open.

He shouldn’t be surprised to see Eleanor kneeling over him, mouth slipping off of his cock, and yet, a surprised, “Oh,” comes out of his mouth.

“Happy birthday, babe,” she says with a playful smirk before sinking on him again. His hips react involuntarily, jerking into the heat of her mouth and he curses under his breath. He can tell she’s smiling, though, used to getting far worse and loving every second.

“S’not my birthday yet, is it?” He asks, somehow still able to form coherent thoughts despite being paralyzed with the pressure in his groin, the inexplicable delight of having Eleanor’s mouth on him.

She pulls off again, hair stood up messily around her head, nearly covering her face, lips swollen and eyes bright. The sight of her makes his chest swell and he reaches down, thumbing across her flushed cheekbone.

“D’you want me to stop, then?” She asks with a cocked eyebrow, and he shakes his head vehemently.

“Never-- Would never say no to you.” She tilts her head at his words, latching her mouth at his hipbone. She sucks at his skin, knowing exactly where he’s the most sensitive and his cock twitches in response. He knows better than to touch himself when she’s gotten started, so he clenches the sheets next to him instead. “You know that,” he adds, voice still rough with sleep.

She seems satisfied with that answer, hand firmly grasping his cock. She thumbs along his foreskin, teasing the head ever so gently. He could go mad like this, he thinks, and he wouldn’t even mind. As long as he has her steady gaze on him, her breath touching his skin, her skin gracing him with her touch.

“This isn’t your birthday present, anyway,” she says. She shifts up on the bed somewhat clumsily, swinging her leg around his thigh. She presses herself against him and he can feel how wet her pussy is against his thigh. His mouth waters at the prospect of tasting her and he licks his lips.

“What’s the occasion, then?” He asks just as she twists her wrists just right and he follows it with a gasp. She bites his shoulder with a grin.

“S’hard to control myself waking up next to this,” she says and grinds against him again. The dual assault is just too much and he blinks wordlessly at the ceiling. “Love seeing you so out of it. Makes me feel wanted,” she adds, and it’s so soft he can’t be sure she meant to be heard.

“El, baby. This is just for you, you know that.” His fingers have found her head, cradling her face gently. He can’t imagine her not knowing, and he kisses her as deep as he can, his entire body consumed with her presence. Her mouth on his, tongue pushing into his mouth, her pussy riding his thigh like her life depends on it, her hand gripping his cock. He mumbles out, “‘M practically comatose just from having your mouth on me, for Chrissake.”

He can tell she’s pleased with that from the way her leg tightens around his thigh. “Think I wanna go for a ride,” she teases before pushing herself up. Louis’ breath is caught in his throat as he watches her above him. The curve of her waist and her breasts heaving with every breath, nipples pebbled. He wants to touch; wants to always be touching her, tasting her. But he has to wait his turn, he knows.

She easily straddles his hips, his cock pressed right along the folds of her pussy. The slide is excruciating; wet and hot and not nearly enough. She keeps a steady pace, her breath catching more each time his cockhead passes her entrance. He bucks up when he feels it and she giggles with a shake of her head.

“Always so impatient,” she whispers hoarsely. But she doesn’t mind, he can tell from the way she lifts up and holds him steady, sinking onto him.

He holds his breath at the feeling, being enveloped so thoroughly. It sounds ridiculous, he knows, to think of it like this, but he can’t help it: it’s the most profound experience he’s had, every time. Like being welcomed home, Eleanor squeezes tightly around him and he groans. It takes everything he has not to buck into her, the tightness making him jittery and calm all at once.

He loves when she rides him; when she decides she wants to take charge a little bit. When she pushes against his shoulders and scrapes along his biceps. Someday he’ll get all the marks she leaves on him tattooed on for the world to see.

“Only for you,” he says, and she starts to shake her head before she stills. Her mouth drops open and she grinds down against him, clit swollen as it rubs against his groin.

“So good to me,” she mutters. “Fuck me so well,” she adds, fingers digging into his ribs, even though she’s doing most of the work right now.

She picks up pace, hips undulating against him, thighs tight around his hips. “Love you,” he says, without thought, and she smiles on a moan. Lips parting and tongue peeking out as she throws her head back. A drop of sweat slides down her throat into the dip of her collarbone. The skin of her chest flushed. Her stomach clenches as she grinds harder onto him, pussy squeezing him rhythmically. He could come just from the sight of her face, twisted in pleasure. Eyes screwed shut and a staccato whine escaping her mouth.

“Gorgeous,” he says, gripping onto her hips and holding her steady as his hips jerk up. She bounces on top of him, breasts jiggling from the movement and her breathing uneven.

“Oh god,” she says, a moan following quickly thereafter. Her thighs shake and she gets impossibly tighter around him. He won’t stop, can’t stop thrusting up into her, her body clinging to him as she squeezes rhythmically around him.

“Fuck--” He starts to lose his rhythm, hips pushing up as she grinds down on him.

“Lou--” her head tips forward as she slumps against him. He takes the opportunity to thumb at her clit, and she jerks against him. Her whine is long and sharp, hitting him right in the chest. He fucks her through her orgasm, his own nerves sparking with electricity.

He comes when her mouth finally meets his, mouth lazy and open and like everything he’s ever wanted.

“El--” He starts and has to smile. He can’t believe he gets this. She’s biting her lip as she slides off of him, pliant and plastered to his side.

“You’re the one who fucks me well,” he says and she starts laughing, covering her face. Somehow bashful after waking him up with her mouth on his cock, after riding his cock.

“Stop.”

“Okay,” he says, kissing her shoulder. She rolls her eyes at the lie but doesn’t say anything else.

“D’you want to know what your gift is, then?” She asks, hand resting easy above his his heart. He clutches her hand, thumb worrying over her wrist.

“That was definitely enough,” he says and this time she laughs.

“I get it, you love me,” she tries to sound stern, but her voice cracks with her smile. He knows she hates being put on the spot like this, but he needs her to know. The thought of her not-- it breaks his heart. He already lost her once, he can’t risk it happening again.

“Really, really do, yeah.”

“Well, it’s still not your gift. You can have me anytime, you know.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He smirks and she kisses the corner of his mouth.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” she says with a wiggle of her brows and he laughs, and he knows it’s true. She initiates just as often as he does, and with as much zest. It’s why they don’t leave either of their houses much anymore; too busy making up for lost time, craving each others’ touch.

“Alright, what is it?” He asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

Eleanor gives his a broad smile, lip bitten. Her face still flushed from her orgasm. She reaches over him, pulling at her phone.

“S’not as fancy as having a physical ticket but--” She starts, thumbing at the screen before presenting it to him.

An email confirmation. For a trip to Amsterdam.

His chest feels tight and he blinks steadily, eyes darting towards her smiling face as she rests against his shoulder. “Well?” She asks.

“El--” He starts, mouth twisting open. He can’t even verbalize anything right now, chest too tight and too open at the same time. “It’s too much, baby.”

“It’s just enough. Brought me there for my birthday… and we are making up for lost time.”

“Yeah,” he says, fingers pushing strands of her hair out of her face. This girl. Too good for him, she is.

“So that’s what we’ll do. It’s our place isn’t it?” She looks down, as if it took her courage to say.

“It is yeah. Our city. All the birthdays in Amsterdam, I love it.”

“Does that mean we’ll do our wedding there too?” She asks and while his heart soars at the prospect, he grips her hand tight, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I told you--” He starts and she laughs at him.

“I know, I’m not allowed to propose. I know.” She tips her head to the side as if to say she wouldn’t. But he can’t take the risk can he? She loves to surprised, whether with a blowie or a surprise lunch, or new lingerie, or with a home cooked meal when he expected to stay in, alone. He wants to make sure she knows that he wants to plan this. Make it as perfect as she deserves. “That’s not where I was going.”

“Okay.”

“Just love that we have a place, s’all.”

“Every place is our place,” he says and he knows. He knows he’s sappy, and whipped and all of those things that are supposed to be bad about being in love. But he doesn’t give a damn.