#w2s x reader

[clarkeyscherry]

hi lovely! i have two ideas! for one please could you do a smau of a week in the life of w2s and his gf - i think that would be really cute (like date nights and stuff) - and for a second one could you do a smau of them being just friends but everyone ships them and then they get together (or they secretly have been together the whole time)

I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU ❥ HARRY LEWIS

contains: smau of being mrs w2s, random cute posts from readers insta. super fluffy. leah halton is used as face claim.

a/n: thank you so much for your request, i hope this does it justice 🤍 it is quite short though i do apologise for that.

yourusername: it’s my birthday 🎂🩷🥹

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wroetoshaw: you’ve drained my bank account

┃yourusername: as i should x

taliamar: prettiest birthday girl

┃yourusername: love you lots xx

faithlouisak: happy birthday loml

┃yourusername: thank you lovey xx

r0sielewis: hbd miss you so much🥹🩷

┃yourusername: we’ll go for drinks when me and harry come to guernsey 🫶

shannonlangdon: beautiful girl

┃yourusername: ily shan

yourusername: date night with the loml wroetoshaw

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wroetoshaw: 😍

┃yourusername: ❤️

bambinobecky: sexy girl xx

┃yourusername: let’s kiss x

freyanightingale: cuties

┃yourusername: love u mother

miaxmon: that dress omg ur so hot

┃yourusername: ur such an angel

calfreezy: surprised you actually got him out

┃yourusername: me too honestly

wroetoshaw: 7 years with this dickhead ❤️

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yourusername: guys he does love me i swear

┃wroetoshaw: do i?

faithlouisak: how on earth have you put up with him for 7 years

┃yourusername: fuck knows babe x

ksi: happy anniversary guys!❤️

┃yourusername: thanks jj! xx

r0sielewis: 7 years of having the best sister in law!!

┃wroetoshaw: don’t lie

┃yourusername: ily rosie🥹 ihy harry x

tobjizzle: done her dirty with these pics

┃wroetoshaw: i know hahaha

┃yourusername: after i used decent pictures too?? rude.

sidemen: happy anniversary y/n and harry 💙

yourusername: best 7 years of my life with you

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wroetoshaw: best years of spending me money u mean

┃yourusername: i’m trying to be nice ????

behzingagram: ❤️

taliamar: so cute

┃yourusername: 😚

miniminter: next to have children??

┃wroetoshaw: don’t give her ideas

┃yourusername: piss off

theburntchip: i do not remember that photo

┃yourusername: probs cause u were pissed our ur head lad

calfreezy: insane

bambinobecky: bless you babe x

┃yourusername: i know 💔

chrismd10: so old

┃yourusername: fuck off???

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @lilyyxoii @wherethezoes-at @willnees @pretendyoucantseeme

[raekensluver]

I wonder how the boys would react if you hear a strange noise at night that sounds unfamiliar.

masterlist | main masterlist

contains: fluff

arthur frederick x fem!reader, chris dixon x fem!reader, george clarke x fem!reader, harry lewis x fem!reader

arthur frederick - he’s immediately alert, even if his eyes are still half-closed.

“did you lock the front door?” he asks, voice hushed. he grabs his phone with shaky hands and quietly tiptoes toward the hallway, peeking around corners with all the grace of someone trying to be brave for you but terrified himself. he whispers, "stay here,” even though he’s clearly trying to convince himself too. ten minutes later, it turns out it was the ice machine - or the cat. either way, you both sleep with the hallway light on that night, curled up closer than usual.

chris dixon - he wakes up groggy and confused, hair sticking up in every direction.

“what kind of noise?” he mumbles, already reaching for his hoodie like it’s game day. he’s lowkey excited to investigate, convinced he’ll get to use his ‘protective boyfriend’ skills. he checks every room with a weird mix of stealth and commentary: “okay, if this is a raccoon, i swear- ” spoiler: it’s not. it’s just the wind blowing a branch against the window. still, he makes a whole performance of barricading the window with a chair like he's in a zombie movie.

george clarke - he blinks awake, hair mussed and eyes adjusting to the dark.

“what noise?” he whispers, already sitting up, the curiosity kicking in before the fear. he makes you repeat the sound three times like you’re giving a police statement. he’s weirdly calm but also buzzing with curiosity. he goes to check - armed with a sneaker and a weird confidence like, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know what not to do. he ends up laughing when he realizes it’s the boiler or something stupid, but he still insists on cuddling you close. “just in case it comes back,” he says, already drifting off with a smirk.

harry lewis - he stirs under the covers, blinking slow.

“let it kill us then,” he groans into his pillow. you nudge him again and he flops dramatically onto his back. “fine, but if I get possessed, I’m haunting you specifically.” he walks around in his boxers like it’s a casual tuesday, flicking lights on, whisper-shouting, “hello...? if you're here to kill us, at least tell me.” turns out it’s a delivery package that fell off the table. he still blames the “house spirits” and insists you both burn sage in the morning. but he’ll sleep with his arm around you extra tight anyway.

[whore4wroetoshaw]

SHUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR I SCREAMED

[wr2shw]

Current boyfriend

description: doing the “current boyfriend” trend with your boyfriend

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff (my attempt at humour)

Harry Lewis

you and harry are on a trip to italy when you decided to make the video, you told him you are documenting your trip and he didn’t seem to mind. “hello, guys. i am here in italy enjoying the warm sun, and look at this new handbag my current boyfriend brought me!” you say trying your hardest not to laugh.

harry smiles at the camera first but slowly realises what you have said. his eyebrows furrow and he looks at you. “what?” he asks softly.

“what?” you echo. trying not to laugh.

“you called me your current boyfriend?” he asked.

“yeah, well you are my current boyfriend.” you say, a little smirk forming on your face.

he notices it immediately. he grins as he catches you in your little prank. “right, your current boyfriend. you think there are gonna be future boyfriends?” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“maybe.” you say, trying to be smug.

“right, so you can tell the engagement ring goodbye then.” he says smirking as he watches the smug expression wipe off your face.

“harry, are you serious? show me the ring!” you say, crowding him.

“oh no, ask one of your future boyfriends that.” he says, walking away from you slowly.

“harry, what the fuck, wait.” you say jogging after him as you end the video.

George Clarke

you both were just chilling at your place when you decided to record the video. “hello, guys, today i am going to unbox some pr packages i have received with my current boyfriend.”

he immediately picks up on it and decides to play along, “my current girlfriend is so excited to show you guys what she got.” he says catching you off guard.

you stare at him and then back at the camera. “okay, so first, we are going to open the package from m.a.c., do you want to do the honours, george?” you says, knowing he has already caught your act.

“i would love to, my current girlfriend.” he says, clearly trying to get on your nerves. and it was definitely working.

“okay stop it.” you say, half mad that your prank didn’t work and half mad at the nickname.

“it’s annoying isn’t it, poppet.” he says, grinning at you.

“ughh, you are so annoying.” you say trying your hardest to not blush and end the video.

Arthur Frederick

you are arthur were trying out some new food items at one of your favourite fast food joints when you decided to do the video. “hey, guys, today me and my current boyfriend are going to-“

“what the hell.” he says, dramatically. “your current boyfriend?!” he puts his hand on his heart, pretending to faint.

“yes, you are my current boyfriend.” you say, trying not to laugh at his antics.

“what? absolutely not letting that slide. you are not going anywhere. i am your only boyfriend.” he almost whines.

“yeah, well, for now.” you say teasing him.

“what do mean ‘for now’? y/n, i will jump off a cliff if you leave me.” he says.

you roll your eyes at his dramatic. “it’s a prank, you donut.”

“oh thank god.” he says hugging you. and you end the video with the biggest smile on your face.

Chris Dixon

you decided to do the prank when he was playing football in the backyard. “hello, guys, today my current boyfriend is going to show you his football skills.” you say pointing the camera towards him. at first he thinks he heard you wrong so he doesn’t react much. after he took a few penalties you say, “didn’t i tell you, guys, my current boyfriend is better than most premier league footballers when it comes to taking penalties.”

he turns to look at you, hands on his hips. “why are you calling me that?”

“calling you what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“your ‘current boyfriend’, it’s proper annoying you know.” he says.

“but you are my current boyfriend.” you say shrugging your shoulders a bit.

he narrows his eyes at you but then his expression changes. “you know what you should continue, current girlfriend.” he smirks.

“what?” you ask, dumbfound.

“yeah, yeah, i know about the stupid trend going around tiktok, george told me about it.” he says.

“fucking george, ruins everything.” you say, annoyed that your plan didn’t work. he chuckles as he strolls towards you.

“let’s go, now it’s my current girlfriend’s turn at taking the penalties.” he says. you groan and end the video.

[maggie-readss]

Title: More Than Just a Match

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The Sidemen Charity Match 2025 was nothing short of a spectacle. Wembley Stadium was alive — 90,000 fans screaming their hearts out, banners waving, chants echoing. The energy was so intense you could practically feel it vibrating through the ground. And there you were, standing on the sidelines, trying your absolute best not to look like a lovesick fool.

You failed miserably.

Your eyes kept drifting to one person: Harry Lewis, aka W2S.

He was already drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, his jersey slightly untucked — and somehow, he still managed to look stupidly attractive. He was pacing, bouncing on his feet, his signature chaos-energy fully activated.

“You’re literally drooling,” Faith whispered beside you, smirking.

“I am not!” you hissed, wiping your mouth — just in case.

But maybe Faith had a point because when Harry scored a screamer from outside the box in the first half, you absolutely lost it. You jumped up, cheering like the most biased fan in the stadium. And when he turned around, his eyes immediately found yours.

Your stomach did an Olympic-level somersault.

Harry’s POV:

He shouldn’t be distracted. He knew that. But every time he looked toward the sidelines and saw you there — smiling, cheering, looking perfect — his focus slipped just a little.

“Mate, you’re staring,” Simon teased, nudging him during a water break.

“Shut up.”

“Just saying. You gonna score a goal or just keep making heart eyes?”

Harry groaned, chugging his water. But Simon’s words stuck. Maybe he should… make a move. A big one.

Back to Y/N:

The match was insane. Goals flying left and right, JJ arguing with the ref (what else was new?), and Logan Paul literally suplexing Joe Weller in celebration. It was absolute chaos — and you loved it.

But your heart stopped when, in the 68th minute, Harry got the ball. He was fast, weaving past defenders with surprising focus. You held your breath as he lined up the shot — and when the ball rocketed into the net, the stadium erupted.

And then Harry ran.

Not to his teammates. Not toward the stands.

He ran straight to you.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your heart pounding so loud you could barely hear the crowd.

Before you could even process it, Harry was in front of you — and then his hands were on your face, and then his lips were on yours. The world spun. The cheers became white noise. Everything else disappeared.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “Took me long enough, huh?” he murmured, his eyes shining.

“I— I—” Your brain short-circuited. “Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

Twitter went absolutely feral:

@SidemenFan4Life: “HARRY LEWIS JUST SCORED AND KISSED Y/N I’M NOT OKAY”

@W2SUpdates: “HARRY. LEWIS. MY HEART.”

@JJisGoat: “JJ’s face in the background looks like he just witnessed the apocalypse 💀”

The match continued, but let’s be honest — nothing topped that moment. Not even the nail-biting penalty shootout that followed. (For the record, the YouTube Allstars won. But who was even paying attention?)

Post-match interview:

Interviewer: “Harry, your goal was incredible, but everyone’s talking about the celebration. Care to explain?”

Harry (grinning): “Well, if I’m gonna shoot my shot, I figured I might as well do it properly.”

The crowd screamed. You buried your face in your hands. Faith cackled beside you.

And Harry? Harry just kept smiling. Because finally — finally — he’d scored the goal that mattered most.

xoxo

💋

AHHHHHHHHHHHH, CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE WRITTEN MY FIRST EVER HAROLDINHO FF, its all inspired by the beautiful stories I've read here written by beautiful people. Do lmk what you think loves.

[mrtelevisionlover]

can i request a chrismd one where you where one if the girls in the 20 women vs 1 youtuber football edition and fans start to ship you two? even the guys haha! loving your work btw!!

Yes!! Loved writing this, enjoy!

(Can you tell I know nothing about football?)

words: 1500+

Style

When Y/n got a DM from Chris’ manager asking her to be in this video, she wasn’t too sure what to think. She wasn’t very lucky in the dating scene, only going on a few first dates, and had never had a boyfriend. She didn’t really want to embarrass herself in front of his millions of subscribers but she had been a fan of his work for a while and had always wanted to meet him so…why not?

The morning of, she was very nervous. She had bought a new shirt to wear, and paired it with some shorts. She braided her hair into a simple french braid and stepped into some worn out trainers. She decided to go without makeup, as she was probably going to sweat it off. Also the weather outside was horrible and she didn’t want mascara dripping down her face…And she was late for the train.

When she arrived on the pitch, she saw 19 other girls, all very pretty. She suddenly felt insecure, especially as no-one was talking to her. She decided to go over her pickup line, seeing as that would be his first impression of her.

Soon, the cameras started rolling and one by one, the girls would introduce themselves to Chris and his two friends, Calfreezy and ArthurTV. Eventually, it was just her left. She watched Chris say goodbye to Loretta, who she eventually learnt had been on a few dates with Chris already. Once his manager gave her the green light, she walked over to the table.

“Wow-Hello!” Chris smiles. He takes a moment to look at her face, admiring her.

“Hi! I’m Y/n and uh…Can you be your striker? I'm only aiming for your heart.” Y/n giggles slightly, and the sound brings blush to Chris’ cheeks. 

“Aww, that’s quite sweet.” Arthur coos.

Freezy pauses, then points, nodding his head. “You know what, I like it.” 

Chris shakes his head slightly, and presses a hand to his cheek. “Are you any good at football?”

“I play with my dog sometimes?...” She shrugs, embarrassment painting her cheeks slightly.

“Oh…Okay. Well, I wish you the best of luck.” He smiles.

“Thank you!” She takes a few steps away from the ball before running towards it and kicking it with all her might. Unfortunately, the ball narrowly misses the goal, and goes over the top.

“Ooh! That was good, I’ll give you that.” Chris exclaims, clapping his hands together in celebration.

Cal sighs, “That almost made it too.”

“I’m actually surprised I got it that close. I thought it’d end up behind me.” Y/n gasps as two hands cover her mouth. She was quite awful at football and really surprised herself.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Arthur looks towards Chris in anticipation. He knows Chris already likes her, he can see the look in his eye– it was the same in school.

“Yeah, you’re through.” He smiles. Freezy takes note that this is the widest he’s smiled so far.

“Really? Thank you!” Y/n does a little jump before waving goodbye. She walks over to the rest of the girls where they actually start to talk to her. She starts talking to Rose, an American streamer who flew all the way over to be on this video. She seemed to really like Chris and Y/n started to get a little nervous, Rose was very pretty.

“She seems really sweet.” Arthur whispers to Chris as you walk away.

“She’s really pretty too.” Chris blushes, sending a shy smile towards him.

Freezy perks up, “Uh-oh, Chris is falling already.” He laughs.

Soon after, they moved into round two. Twelve girls remained, Y/n included, and they had three free kicks. Chris, Freezy, and Arthur stood in a line a few metres in front of the goal while the girls aimed for it, the 3 of them often getting hit. 

“Hello Y/n.” Chris beams. Cal laughs at him while Arthur nudges his shoulder. 

“Hi again.” She smiles, waving to the 3 of them. She’s incredibly nervous. She worries her luck has run out and has a bad feeling she’s going to hit one of them.

“Any technique you're aiming for?”

“Um…To score? Hopefully” She laughs. Chris giggles, Arthur and Freezy give each other a look

“Okay, Well…Best of luck.” He smiles.

Y/n steps back from the ball, lets out a little breath, and kicks the ball. It goes over their heads, and misses the goal. “Aww, come on!”

“It’s alright, you got two more!”

She kicks the ball again, she uses less power and it rolls towards the goal slowly. Arthur lets out a little laugh and Chris hits his chest with a scowl. 

“One more, give it some power!”

“Okay.” She mutters to herself as she walks back to the line. “Just score one, please.” She whispers, closing her eyes.

Y/n lets out another little breath before kicking the ball with all her strength. She watches the ball fly through the air and…Hit Chris right in the groin.

Arthur screams, “OHH!” as Chris falls to the floor, Calfeezy struggling to breathe from laughter. 

“Oh my-Are you okay!?” Y/n quickly runs towards him, leaning down to check on him.

“There goes my ability to have kids.” He groans, rolling on the floor.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t even know I could do that-” She apologises as her face is flooded in guilt. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Chris slowly gets up, Y/n helping him.

“Are you sure? I’m just gonna go-”

“No! You’re through.”

“Wait, what!?” Cal exclaims as Arthur gives the camera a look of bewilderment. 

“Really?” She gasps.

“Yeah, you’re really sweet.” Chris rubs his hand down her arm, soothing her slightly.

“Oh, thank you. Again, I’m really sorry.” Y/n face plants as she walks away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“You are insane.” Arthur mutters.

“What can I say, I really like her.” Chris shrugs, then wincing

 For the third round, the nine remaining girls had to show a talent. Y/n watched girls throw and kick footballs, recite poems, and participate in an arm wrestling contest. She decided to do some gymnastics, as that was the only thing she could come up with. 

“Hello Y/n, what will you be showing us today?”

“I will be doing some gymnastics.” 

“Oh cool! Ready when you are.” 

She starts by doing a handstand, then holding it for a few seconds before falling into a bridge. She stands up and does a simple cartwheel, then falls into the splits. She hears the guys cheering her on and she giggles slightly. She decides to finish it off with a few flips, landing in front of the table. 

“Wow…” Chris stares in awe.

“That was so cool” Arthur exclaimed, shaking Chris slightly.

“It’s a yes!” 

“Really? Thank you! See you later.” You wave them off. Chris watches you walk off, subtly checking you out. Freezy notices this and laughs at him, smacking him over the head.

 Now onto round 4. There were only five girls left and they were to be interrogated by Chris’ two friends. 

“So Y/n…What is your biggest turn off?”

“Uh…Not telling me how they’re feeling. I think it’s really attractive when a man tells me how he’s feeling — whether if he’s happy or sad, I think it’s really important.” She nods.

Arthur smiles. “That’s a really good answer.”

“Yeah. I’m really open about mental health on my YouTube, I like to use my platform for good, sometimes.”

“Really? Men’s mental health is so important, I think a lot of guys watching your channel would really benefit from it.” Y/n praises.

“Thank you.” He blushes.

“Chris…What makes Y/n different to the other 4 girls?”

“She’s really sweet, and seems very genuine. She’s…alright at football and…she’s beautiful.”

“Aww” Both Cal and Arthur coo.

Y/n covers her face, her cheeks feeling warm. She peaks between her fingers to see Chris smiling nervously. 

“And Y/n, what’s your favourite thing about Chris?” 

“I love how much he cares. He clearly cares so much about his friends, his videos, his fans. It makes him so enjoyable to watch and honestly? He’s such an inspiration.”

“Oh wow.” Chris breathes, his heart skpping a beat. 

“Right were running out of time but quickly—rate each other out of ten.” Calfreezy interrupts, turning to the two.

“Ten.” “Ten!”

“Really?” “Really?” They both stare at each other in surprise, blushing blooming on their cheeks.

“Chris? A ten?” Arthur teases.

“What? I really like his hair, and his freckles.” Y/n tuns to Chris and takes a moment, looking at all his features. “And he has a really lovely personality.”

“So…It’s Y/n and Rose, right? Those 2 you were smiling the entire time.“

“Yeah…Yeah, it’s them.”

“So…We’ve made a decision and we’ve decided to put Y/n and Rose into the final.”

“Woo!” The rest of the girls clap.

Both girls did rock, paper, scissors to decide who was starting first and Y/n won. Chris held an Umbrella over her head as he led her to the goal.

“So uh…What baby names do you like?”

“I like classic ones like Charlotte, or Henry.”

“Oh nice. I like Heather.” 

“Aww, that’s really cute. How many kids do you want?”

“As many as my wife will have, I don’t mind.”

Y/n smiles and realizes she's at the line. She says a little goodbye and watches him walk away. 

Eventually, Rose had scored 2 out of her 4 tries, and Y/n only had scored 1 out of her three. If she wanted a chance, she’d have to score. Y/n stands in front of the ball and closes her eyes, and slows down her breathing. She shakes her hands, stretches her neck, and kicks the ball.

She watches the ball fly through the sky, miss the goalie, and hit the net! She hears the guys celebrate behind her and realises she’s back in the game. 

She then watches Rose hit the ball for the final time, and watches as it narrowly misses the goal. Y/n hears gasps next to her as someone shakes her shoulders.

“If you score this, you win! No pressure though.” Arthur smiles at her sheepishly. She nods, still in shock. Y/n turns to Chris as she walks away and he gives her a reassuring smile, and a thumbs up. 

Y/n turns to the ball and eyes up the goal. She lets out one final breath and kicks the ball. It feels like everything is going in slow-motion, and she can’t watch anymore. She turns around and covers her eyes, only opening them when all 3 guys scream in excitement. 

She turns back around to see the ball in the goal and she gasps. “I did it!” Chris runs over and gives her a hug, congratulating her in her ear. She hugs him back, and squeals in surprise when he picks her up. Chris then gives her a gold envelope with a lot of money inside.

“No-I can’t keep this.” Y/n tries to give him back the envelope but he puts up his hands

“Yes you can, you won.”

“No-” She tries.

“Yes.”

“A date with you is the prize.” She pleads.

He smiles, before pushing the envelope back in her hands.

The video then cuts to them both skipping into the distance, with cute music playing over the top. It then fades, the video ending.

Comments: usera: Hello!? The chemestry between the two? SO glad she won

userb: rose was robbed tbh

userc: DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THEY ACTUALLY WENT ON A DATE I NEED TO KNOW!!

userd: who's wating for arthurs ai generated comment?

usere: you could see how much chris liked her from the start. who knew he was such a blushy boy!?

userf: so cute! Hope to see her in other videos

userg: him picking her up at the end? they better be together

userh: her talking about men's mental health? chris, she's a keeper!

Well, I hope you like it. My first real fic, done!! also, ignore any mistakes, i'll go over them tomorrow x

[w2soneshots]

Over the years -W2S

warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

summary: your and Harry’s relationship each year from twenty-sixteen to now through instagram posts.

notes: hello lovelies! For once this isn’t a request, thought of it all busy myself🙂‍↕️. I used Bella Hadid for the face claim (I usually don’t use just one person but it made sense for this)🫶🏼. Also, omfg did this take ages… one thousand photos and a week later I’m finally finished! Don’t forget to reblog and enjoy💞✨

2016... the year you became boyfriend and girlfriend

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y/username: love youuu @wroetoshaw

-comments-

wroetoshaw: love you more

-> y/username: 😋❤️

tobjizzle: ay! happy for u 2!

-> y/username: ty Tobes!!

y/nfanpage21: cuteeeee oh my gosh🫂

user: my two worlds colliding

y/username posted a new story!

2017... your first big holiday as a couple

wroetoshaw posted a new story!

Liked by wroetoshaw, freyanightingale and others

y/username: Italy🍝✨🇮🇹

-comments-

callux: looks sick, hope you had a great time!

-> y/username: we diddd! best pizza ever😌

y/nfanpage21: this is adorable💞

user: Harry in the unicorn floaty lol

2018... festival season

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y/username: drunk, covered in glitter and hot, but ready for some bangin music!🤸‍♂️☀️🍺

-comments-

wroetoshaw: definitely hot😉🔥

-> y/username: lmao smooth

reevhd: vibes = immaculate

y/nfanpage21: outfit on FLEEK🤭

user: she's so perfect for Harry omg

y/username posted a new story!

2019... London and the boys

wroetoshaw posted a new story!

Liked by tobjizzle, mollymae and others

y/username: 19 you've been good to me, see you all next year!!🎆

-comments-

wroetoshaw: ⛷️

taliamar: gorggg!💓

-> y/username: mwah😚

y/nfanpage21: I live for y/n with the sidemen boys

user: she's the original icon⭐️

2020... the virus

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y/username: haven't posted in awhile, here's a few very uninteresting photos from my week🥞🤍 stay safe everyone and please STAY INSIDE!

-comments-

calfreezy: daily runs entered the chat

-> y/username: running buddy 4 life🏃‍♀️

y/nfanpage21: ahh we've missed you girly!!😭

user: Harry and his biohazard bag against the world

y/username posted a new story!

2021... new beginnings

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y/username: a random dog turned up on our front step today (he has been safely returned to his owner dw🐶), pleaseee can someone convince @wroetoshaw that this is a sign we should get a puppy😫🙏

-comments-

wroetoshaw: brilliant, now my dm's are filled with people asking if your pregnant (also no puppy)

-> y/username: omg shit, forgot to specify that that's my FOOD baby vs Faiths ACTUAL baby🤣 (we're getting a puppy)

faithlouisak: love u wifey

-> y/username: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/nfanpage21: she's so unserious lmao the first and second pic

y/username posted a new story!

2022... the year he finally popped the question

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y/username: we're engaged!! enjoy this dump from our week away, where I had NO idea I was going to become a fiancé hehehe💍💓

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wroetoshaw: only took me 7 years

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he absolutely cannot fall asleep without touching you.

iIt doesn’t matter how hot it is, or how tangled the duvet is. he has to be touching you. face buried in your neck, his entire arm flopped over your chest, one leg thrown over yours like he’s anchoring you to the bed. even in his sleep, he subconsciously adjusts to pull you closer. and when you try to wriggle free in the morning, he just groans and mumbles, “stay.” dragging you back like a human teddy bear.

love language:

harry’s love language is experience-based gift giving. he might be busy with work or filming, but when he wants to show love, it’s always intentional. random flower delivery on a hard day. your favourite chocolate waiting on the kitchen counter. but mostly? surprise weekends away. “pack a bag. don’t ask. just trust me.” he just wants to watch you smile in the sunlight somewhere quiet. time with you is his favourite reward.

PDA:

he’s fine with affection, but always thoughtful. hand-holding? always. arm around your shoulders? definitely. kissing in public? only if it feels safe. he’s protective like that. he knows what people online can be like, and he doesn’t want you dragged into that. vut in private? he never stops touching you. always pulling you close, kissing your temple, murmuring little things like; “come ‘ere. missed you.”

he’s physically attached to you 90% of the time. fully believes your boobs or lap are his designated resting spots.

like if you're both on the sofa? he’s immediately lying down with his head in your lap, fingers curled around your leg, cheek smushed into your thigh. or he’ll shuffle over during movie night, look at you with that slightly pouty expression, and just wordlessly collapse onto your chest like it’s a weighted pillow. and the moment you start playing with his hair? gis whole body goes slack. “you’re gonna make me fall asleep mid-movie, I’m warning you.” (he does. every time.)

he tries to get you in every video like it’s a game.

he’ll be mid-challenge and suddenly swing the camera around just to show you in the corner. “that’s my girlfriend , she’s judging me. she thinks I’m shit at this.” and even if you're off-camera, you’ll always hear a little: “can you pass me that? say hi to the vlog.” he just loves that people know he has you. not to show off, but like, “look what I’ve got. look who loves me.”

he’s got zero filter when it comes to talking about you on camera.

he’ll get asked something dumb like “are you seeing anyone?” in a sidemen video and immediately beam: “yeah. she’s unreal. my actual dream girl. sorry, lads.” doesn’t even blink. doesn’t tone it down. he means every word.

he thinks you’re the funniest person alive and will repeat your jokes to the boys like they’re his own.

you’ll say something casually hilarious in private, and then two days later, you’ll hear him using it in a group video. “where’d you hear that?” “..dunno.” (it was you. he just wants to sound cool.)

nsfw warning!!!

kinks.

harry’s definitely into both praise and degradation, but only when he’s giving it. one minute he’s calling you his “good girl,” stroking your cheek while he fucks you slow, the next he’s got your thighs shaking as he mutters things like “so needy, aren’t you? can’t go five minutes without my cock.” but if you ever tried to degrade him? nope. not happening. he gets sulky real quick. “shut up. you love me.” lso: total exhibitionist. wants you in his lap at parties, whispering filth in your ear while you try to focus. will pull you into a half-lit stairwell at a club just to get his hands on you. the idea of nearly getting caught makes him harder.“keep your voice down, babe. unless you want everyone knowing how good I fuck you.”

harry loves a good mirror. loves watching the way your body reacts to him. arching, shaking, writhing. loves whispering filthy things while you both watch. “look at you. look how good I make you feel.” pulls your chin so you have to see yourself falling apart. and when he’s still dressed? oh, he lives for you palming him through his joggers. hrins like a lunatic when you say he’s big. “yeah? you want it that bad, baby? ho on then. take it.”

aftercare.

despite his chaotic, insatiable energy in bed, harry is soft as hell after. he might rail you into next week, but the second it’s over? he’s carrying you to the bathroom, running a warm bath, pressing kisses to your shoulder like he’s grounding himself too. wraps you in one of his massive hoodies and flops on the sofa with you curled on his chest. might go, “want tea? or like, chocolate? I’ve got those fancy biscuits you like.” puts a movie on even though he knows you’ll both fall asleep five minutes in. he just wants to keep you close while you come back down. he adores taking care of you. it makes him feel needed in the way he craves.

secret kinks:

i feel like he would be so into mutual mastuebation.

watching you touch yourself? my god. he’ll sit back, fisting his cock while staring at you with blown pupils and a filthy little grin. loves hearing you whimper his name. loves seeing how wet you get for just him. aand when you’re apart? he’s got Polaroids of you hidden in his suitcase. one in a bikini, one in lace, one with nothing but your smile. “you’ve got no idea how often i look at these. fuckin’ obsessed.”

He gets turned on so easily. It’s actually kind of hilarious.

like, you wear his hoodie with nothing underneath and bend over to grab something? he’s immediately hard. you kiss his neck for more than three seconds? boner. you call him baby in that soft voice? game over. sometimes you’ll just brush past him in the kitchen and he’ll go: “don’t do that. i’ve got shit to do today. now I’m thinking about you riding me on the counter.”

He gets addicted to whatever makes you moan the loudest.

once he hears that sound, the one that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his arms, he will chase it forever. tries to find the exact angle, exact rhythm, exact words that pull that noise out of you. and once he does? “there. that’s it. fuck, do that again. do it for me.” losing his mind over you, every time.

[clarkeysbedchem]

slut era interlude

harry lewis x fem reader

summary: harry offers to help get over your heartbreak.

warning: mature content (18+ only)

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Harry hadn’t really been someone you paid much attention to; he was just there. A friend of a friend really, you couldn’t think of a singular conversation you had with him that was more than two words.

But tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the drinks; maybe it was the mess your ex left you in; maybe it was how Harry’s been looking at you all night like he’s seeing you properly for the first time.

You were one too many drinks deep, tucked into a booth away from the others as you drowned in your pities alone. That was until Harry slipped in next you not saying a word, just watching the group dance wildly. His thigh pressed against yours, his hand rests casually on your knee like it had been there many times before as fingers tapped against your skin in a rhythm that drove you crazy.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "You know," he murmured, his voice low and rough from drinking and shouting over music all night, "I could help you forget about him."

You whipped your head around to look at him, half-laughing, half-shocked, “Yeah?" your response came out like a breath, the word slipping out before you can second guess yourself.

The grin on his face made your stomach flip, "Yeah."

His hand slid higher on your thigh, a slow and deliberate as if he was testing the water. Your breath hitched, as your eyes flickered to where his hand was and back up to his blown pupils. He was so close that you could smell the whiskey on him making your head spin.

"You don’t deserve to sit here feeling like shit because of some idiot," he said, words slurred just enough to be dangerous, "Let me fix it."

Your mind was a blur of Harry's blue eyes, the feeling of his hand on your bare skin, the heavy pulse of the music thudding through your chest. You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you were kissing him desperately, like you need him to breathe.

He groaned against your mouth, deep and guttural, gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. You gasp when his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue slid against yours in a way that made your whole body shudder.

Around you, the bar keeps buzzing with blurred laughter, clinking glasses but none of it registers. All you could focus on was Harry and the way his hands travelled over your skin like they belonged there.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, tugging you even closer, "You’re driving me mad."

Before your mind could catch up you were being guided out of the booth, Harry’s hand in yours pulling you towards the dark hallway near the bathrooms. He spun you around pushing you against the wall the second you’re out of sight, and his hands were everywhere - your waist, your hips, under your shirt.

"You sure?" he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing just as ragged you.

"Yes," you whispered, not a second of hesitation. "God, yes."

And after that there was no more talking. Just heat, and hands, and mouths. Harry’s kissing you like he was starving, like he needed you to survive. His hands at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slightly, and honestly? you didn’t care if anyone saw, you just need him, now.

Every movement was messy and reckless, but it was exactly what you need.

And the second Harry mutters, "Forget about him. Just me. Just us," against your skin, you let yourself believe it.

For tonight anyway.

Harry’s mouth is everywhere possible, your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your jaw. Desperate kisses being pressed to your burning skin like he can’t get enough of you.

Your back hits the wall with a soft thud as he pressed himself into you fully, his body hot and solid against yours. One of his hands slipped up your side and under your shirt, his thumb grazing the underside of your bra. You gasp into his mouth, fingers knotting into his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer.

"You feel so good," Harry gasped, his voice rough and needy. His hands were shameless, sliding under the hem of your jeans, thumbs tracing circles over your hips. You shiver, hips tilting toward him instinctively, needing something, needing him.

He groans low in his throat, feeling you grind against him, "Fuck, y/n," he muttered, forehead falling to rest against yours again. His hips rock into you sending heat sparking through your veins.

"You sure you wanna do this here?" he asked, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking a mark just above your collarbone that made your knees buckle.

You nodded frantically, tugging at his shirt, "Please," you begged, breathless, needy, "I need you."

The way the words tumbled from your mouth made something snap in him. His hand slipped down the front of your jeans without hesitation, fingers finding you through your underwear, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Shit," Harry hissed, feeling how wet you were, "All this for me?"

You whimpered something that might be his name as his fingers teased you slowly through the thin fabric in maddening strokes that made your head fall back against the wall.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His free hand slips up under your shirt, finally unclasping your bra with a clumsy flick, and his mouth was on you again pressing hot open-mouthed kisses across your chest as his fingers dipped beneath your underwear.

The moan that slipped passed your lips as he touched you for the first time was helpless, coming out louder than you had planned but your brain was too scrambled for you to think straight. Harry lips met yours in a hard kiss muffling your needy sounds, his tongue sliding against yours in the kisses that turned into all teeth and desperation.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," he growled against your mouth, two fingers sliding inside you and curling just right making your hips jerk against his hand.

You were barely hanging on, clutching at his shoulders, his hair, whatever you could hold on to as his fingers worked in and out of you expertly bringing you toward the edge. His thumb brushed your clit in devastatingly slow circles, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

"Come for me," Harry muttered, voice dark and completely wrecked, his mouth on your ear. "Wanna feel you lose it."

It only took a few more thrust of his finger before you were falling apart them, muffling your cry against his mouth, your body shuddering through the waves of pleasure.

Harry kept you pinned to the wall through it, kissing you like he never wants to stop, like you're the only thing in the world.

When you finally pull away catching your breath, chest heaving against his, you realize he’s still rock hard - pressed against your hip, his breathing ragged against your bare shoulder. Every nerve in your body still buzzing, but the sight of him desperate, trembling slightly, and needing you lit a whole new fire under your skin.

You smirked, feeling bolder now, tipsy on adrenaline and the way Harry’s still clinging to you like he might fall apart without your touch.

"Your turn?" you whispered, your voice breathy as you brushed your hand lightly over the thick length of him straining against his jeans.

He groaned, a sound so low and broken that it vibrates through your chest, and before you can tease him further, he grabs your wrist - firm but careful - and guides your hand properly into his jeans, pushing past the waistband of his boxers.

"Be a good girl and help me out then," he murmured, pressing his forehead hard against yours, like he’s barely holding it together.

You slid your hand around him, feeling him just how big and hot he was against your palm, and Harry cursed under his breath, hips jolting up into your hand instinctively. His fingers dug into your waist like he needed the grounding, the control, but you felt it slipping from him.

"Fuck, just like that," he moaned, eyes squeezing shut as you start to move your hand slowly, teasingly, dragging your thumb across his tip to smear the precum leaking there.

His pants in your ear, muttering half-formed curses and your name like it’s the only word he knows. Every sharp breath he takes, every broken sound he makes, fueling you, makinh you stroke him harder, faster, feeling him twitch helplessly in your hand.

"Y/n…" he groaned, low and ragged, "Gonna lose it if you keep lookin’ at me like that."

You bit your lip, watching him, his cheeks flushed and jaw tight as his chest heaved against yours, completely under your control. He pressed you harder into the wall, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as you kept working him with your hand.

"You close?" you whispered, biting back a smile as you squeezed him a little tighter, flicking your wrist just right.

He shuddered violently against you, "Fuck, yeah. Shit. y/n."

And then he came undone in your hand, hips jerking against you in tiny, desperate thrusts as he spills over your fingers, gasping your name like a prayer into your neck. You guide him through it, a slow pace and tender words leaving your lips, until he was trembling against you, totally fucked.

He leaned his whole weight against you for a second, breathing hard, forehead still pressed to your shoulder. His hands find your hips again his thumb absent-mindedly drawing shapes into your skin.

"You're trouble," he muttered against your skin with a small laugh. There was no bite behind it, just something warm, almost disbelieving.

You laughed softly, slightly dizzy with the power of it all, with him.

You were both wrecked.

Still pressed against the wall, hearts thundering, limbs tangled, breathing each other in like oxygen. Harry’s forehead resting against yours, and for a long second, neither of you moved.

The distant thrum of the bar seeped back into focus - the music, the laughter, the clatter of glasses. You blinked up at him, dazed, and Harry gives you a crooked smile.

His fingers brushed your cheek, gentler now, tracing the curve of your jaw like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, "You alright?"

You gave a small nod, still too breathless to speak, and Harry leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It was different now, it wasn’t frantic or not desperate. It was warm and steady, his thumb stroking your cheek like he was trying to calm you down, ground you.

"Come on," he murmured after a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, "Let’s get out of here, yeah?"

You barely managed a nod before he laces his fingers with yours and tugging you toward the exit. You catch a glimpse of your friends across the bar - no one’s noticed you’re gone, too deep in their own drunken chaos.

The cool night air hit you like a slap, but Harry's hand tightened around yours, keeping you steady. He pulled out his phone with the other, ordering an Uber with fumbling fingers while you both giggled like teenagers sneaking out past curfew.

Minutes later, you were bundled into the backseat of an Uber, crammed close together, the space crackling with something electric and new. Harry slouched low, spreading his legs wide, and pulling you into his side without a second thought.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, suddenly so tired that your eyelids felt heavy. His arm loops around you, hand resting low on your hip, fingers idly tracing patterns against your side.

"You’re so pretty," he mumbled into your hair, his breath warm against your temple, "Dunno why he ever let you go."

Your throat tightened unexpectedly. You turn your face into his neck, inhaling the scent of him and squeezed your eyes shut.

"He's an idiot," Harry said firmly, voice thick with sleep but something else, "You deserve better."

You shifted slightly, looking up at him, and he met your gaze, his eyes bright even in the dim cab light.

"Like you?" you whispered, half-teasing, half-terrified.

He chuckled, "Yeah," he replied, no hesitation, "Like me."

You stared at each other for maybe a beat too long, and then Harry lent down, kissing you again slowly, sweetly and a little clumsy.

By the time the cab pulled up outside his building, you were half asleep on his chest, and he was rubbing circles into your back, murmuring nonsense under his breath.

Harry paid the driver, pulling you into his side again, and lead you upstairs.

And when he pulled you into his bed, curling himself around you like you’re something precious that needed to be protected, you realized that you weren’t thinking about your ex at all anymore.

Only Harry and he held you like he already knows he’s never letting go.

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Hiya if it's possible can I claim 🧸 if that isn't already taken. I also have a request if thats ok!

Would there be any way you could write some sort of hurt/comfort about Harry having to leave early in the Sidemen airport roulette video?

I hope that the request doesn't cross your boundaries at all, I am extremely sorry if it does and completely understand if you feel uncomfortable!!

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contains: hurt/comfort, established relationship, soft domesticity

harry lewis x fem!reader

you’re curled up on the couch in one of harry’s old hoodies, half-watching some reality show with the volume low, your phone on your chest and your fingers tangled in the sleeves. it’s getting late. he should’ve been on a plane by now - off on whatever chaos the sidemen cooked up for airport roulette this time. you’d kissed him goodbye that morning knowing you wouldn’t see him for a few days.

which is why your heart stutters when you hear the front door open. a shuffle of trainers on tile. a bag dropping. then his voice, muffled but familiar, worn around the edges:

“babe?”

you sit up fast, blinking toward the hallway. “harry?”

he steps into view a second later, hoodie wrinkled, cheeks pale, one hand pressed low on his stomach like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

you’re on your feet immediately. “what- why are you home? you were filming- what happened?”

“yeah,” he mumbles, eyes flicking away like he doesn’t want to see the worry already written across your face. “i was. but i, uh…i had a bit of a reaction. gluten or something. stomach’s fucked.”

you walk to him and place a hand over his. his skin is warm. clammy. his jaw tight like he’s trying not to show it.

“was it bad?” you ask softly, thumb brushing against his side.

he nods once. “didn’t want to risk being on a flight like that. ethan and cal told me to come home.”

“good,” you say, guiding him toward the sofa. “you should’ve texted me.”

“didn’t want to worry you.”

you help him sit, then tuck a blanket around his legs like instinct. he exhales sharply when he leans back, pressing the heel of his hand harder to his stomach.

“how long’s it been hurting?”

“since after breakfast,” he mutters. “thought it’d pass. it didn’t.”

you disappear for a second and return with a heating pad and a glass of water, kneeling in front of him as you settle it against his stomach. he hisses through his teeth but doesn’t stop you.

“you’re not invincible, you know,” you murmur, voice soft. “you don’t have to power through everything.”

he doesn’t answer right away - just watches you tuck the blanket tighter and run a hand through his hair, fingers gentle. he leans into your touch without thinking.

“missed you,” he mumbles.

you smile faintly. “you left eight hours ago.”

“still missed you.”

you let him rest his head against your shoulder, your hand finding his again beneath the blanket. and even though he’s hurting, even though this night wasn’t supposed to end with him home - it feels a little more right this way.

he’s with you. and that’s enough.

[whore4wroetoshaw]

pillowtalk (w2s x reader)

warnings: smut smut smut

the video.

you loved your boyfriend. he was it for you. and not in the fleeting, butterfly way. not a crush that faded when things got difficult. no—he was the one you could scream at and argue with and then fall asleep tangled in the same sheet an hour later. the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, exactly how to get under your skin, and exactly how to worship every inch of your body like it was the only language he spoke.

and oh, my god. he was the best sex you'd ever had. hands down. absolutely zero contest. you’d look at him and think he was very vanilla, but the way he fucked you? slow, deep, possesive—like he was trying to carve his name into your bones and remind you exactly who you belonged to. it made you feral. 

so when he asked you—on camera, during a truth or drink sidemen video, the prick—“have you ever faked an orgasm with me?” and you didn’t say no like he expected you to… you picked up your shot of tequila, knocked it back, and put the glass down like you were putting a final nail in a coffin.

trust, he was good at pleasing you. the things he could do with his tongue... jesus. the man was skilled. it was just that one time. to be honest, it wasn't even his fault. you were just tired, your head wasn't in it, and you just didn't want him to feel bad. so, you faked a few shaky breaths, moaned out his name, and smiled through the guilt. and that was it. one time. forgotten.

"it was just that one time—i wasn't in the mood, y'know? stop laughing, jj." you tried to surpress your giggles because of the look on harry's face.

you thought that was the end of it. one shot. one simple, honest answer. the boys were already laughing and moving on—ethan reading the next question with a shit-eating grin, jj still laughing like he usually did.

but harry?

harry was staring. he didn't laugh. didn't even crack a smile. he sat back, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching like he was trying to solve a maths problem. his whole expression unreadable. way too quiet for harry.

the rest of the video felt long. every time he laughed, every time he smiled or chimed in, you could feel the weight of his attention still hanging off you. he didn’t say much after that, just finished the game with a casual shrug, fingers drumming on the table.

the car ride.

it was so fucking quiet. not in an awkward way. no tension between you as people—you were fine. it was fine.

but it was so quiet.

harry's eyes were on the road, hand steady on the wheel. the only sounds were the low hum of the engine, and the occasional turn signal.

but you could feel him.

feel his gaze flicker over to you at red lights. feel the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. feel the heat simmering between you, hotter by the second.

so, you broke the silence. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you're awfully quiet."

his knuckles tightened on the wheel. "hm? nothing. just... thinking."

"about what?" you turned your knees slightly towards him, now looking at his absolutely flawless side profile.

"you know what." his jaw clenched, a small smirk on his face.

you rolled your eyes. "haz, you're still on that? it was just a game. i don't even remember when it happ—"

he didn't look at you. "i'm just trying to figure out how i missed it."

"babe, come on. it was years ago, harry. you didn't do anything wrong. it wasn't about you. i swear." you laughed, reaching over to rub his knee as reassurement.

he looked down, and then up again. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice lower. "i don't want you to feel like you have to perform with me."

"baby. it was one time. it's so insignificant that i don't even remember when it happened." you leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek.

after you reached home.

the front door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, and that was it. the match dropped.

he didn’t speak. just watched as you kicked off your shoes and turned toward him, still trying to act normal—casual—like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest.

you opened your mouth to say something—

but he was on you.

mouth crashing to yours, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you stumbled back into the wall with a thud, gasping against his lips, his body crowding yours, warm and solid and desperate.

"fuckin' hell, y/n," he muttered against your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to devour your soul. "i'm losing my fucking mind."

“didn’t think you’d spiral this hard,” you breathed.

his hand curled around your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "i’ve been replaying every sound you’ve made with me in my head. every fucking moan. every breath. trying to figure out which one was a lie.” his voice dropped. “you realise how mental that is?”

you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.

he tilted your chin up. “so now i’m gonna make sure there’s no confusion.”

before you could even react, his hands reached the back of your thighs, and he picked you up in a go. a gasp slipped from your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the pressure of his hard-on pressing firmly against your core through the thin barrier of your clothes. the contact drew a soft whimper from your throat—needy and unfiltered.

harry smirked against your skin. "that all for me, love?" he murmured, his voice rough as his mouth found your neck for the millionth time.

you just whined in response and grabbed his hair, latching your lips onto his again. he chuckled lowly, and carried you to the bedroom door, throwing it open.

he kicked the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed, not that either of you noticed—too lost in the haze of each other, barely making it two steps before tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. you bounced once, breath catching as you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

he climbed on top of you, hovering for a moment as he tried to take in your presence, his fingers trailing under the hem of your top.

that's it. you couldn't take it anymore.

"goddamn it, harry." you surged up and yanked his shirt over his head in one go, fingers fumbling in your haste, lips catching his halfway through. it was teeth and tongue and heat, and all of it tinged with frustration.

"a little bit impatient there, huh?" he laughed as he tugged your top over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him, already reaching for your jeans.

“can you blame me?” you huffed, breath shaky as you wriggled out of them, your hands everywhere—his neck, his shoulders, everywhere. "you've been staring at me with bedroom eyes all day long, bruv."

harry laughed under his breath—low and rough—as he popped the button of your jeans and slid them down—along with your underwear— in one swift movement, eyes trailing down the length of you like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times before.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering down for a moment before dragging back up to meet his. your hands moved slowly to his belt, fingers slipping beneath the leather and tugging with careful urgency—like you couldn’t bear another second but also wanted to savour it.

you pulled it free in one smooth motion, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a soft thud. your fingers didn’t falter—next came the button of his jeans, the slow drag of the zip. you felt him twitch beneath your touch, felt the tension ripple through his abdomen.

“you’re killing me, babe,” he muttered, voice low, reverent, as he watched your hands work.

“good,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sliding everything down in one go. he kicked them off without looking, never taking his eyes off you.

there he was: all of him, exposed to you, his cock thick and flushed, already dripping with need. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes tracing over every inch of him. the way his muscles tightened under his skin, the deep v of his hips leading to his hard length. It was almost too much.

you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him in your hand. you could feel the veins throbbing beneath your touch, his length heavy and solid in your palm. "please fuck me," you whimpered.

he let out a ragged breath, his hands immediately grabbing at your legs, pulling you to him as he knelt between your thighs. and just like that, he leaned forward, pushing your legs apart as he aligned himself with your entrance. his eyes flickered to yours, a silent question. you nodded, breathless, barely able to form a sentence.

harry didn’t need another word. he sank into you in one deliberate thrust, his cock filling you, stretching you in the best possible way. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, and he groaned in response, his hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place.

jesus, even after years of being together, you were still caught off guard by his size every single time. “god,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, as he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “you feel fucking perfect.”

harry didn’t waste another moment. he withdrew slightly, then slammed back into you with force, making you gasp as your body jolted from the impact. his pace was immediate, fast, relentless—he wasn’t holding back. every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

you moaned out his name as your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, digging your nails into his skin. you gasped as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, your body working in perfect sync with his. there was no gentleness in this; there didn’t need to be. after all these years, neither of you held back anymore.

he gripped your legs tighter, pushing them up and apart to get even deeper, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. every thrust hit you at the perfect angle, his cock filling you so completely that you could barely breathe. "oh my god, harry!"

you gasped, hips bucking as the familiar pressure started to build again in your core. the pace didn’t slow—if anything, harry pushed harder, faster, making sure you didn’t have time to catch your breath. his hands were everywhere—on your hips, your chest, your throat—as he fucked you like he owned you.

you felt your orgasm rise up, sudden and overwhelming. the sensation spread through every inch of you, every nerve firing at once as you came hard around him, screaming his name as you tightened around his cock. your whole body trembled, the force of it making your vision blur for a moment.

but harry didn’t stop. he was relentless, chasing his own high now, his pace never wavering as he fucked you through your orgasm. the tension was unbearable, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust into you with a final, deep stroke, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, his release spilling deep, filling you completely.

you both collapsed in the aftershocks of your highs, your body limp and trembling beneath him, as he kissed your neck, his breath ragged.

"oh my god," you heaved, recovering from your orgasm. "oh love, we're not done."

[candykissd]

everybody knows it.

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

summary : everybody knows harry likes you, well, that's everybody, apart from you.

warnings : fluff, mature language, alcohol consumption

beth's notes : sorry for the short-ish one, but i love love loved this idea i got when i was trying to fall asleep last night!! i'm working on some of your guys' requests i promise! 💘

"okay! okay! lux! smash or pass simon?" freezy laughed out, followed by everyone else. you were all mildly, or completely drunk.

everyone had been pretty busy recently, and so group hangouts had been few and far between, but when you had the chance, you had to make the most of it.

"smash! all day long...!" lux slurred, his eighth pint of the night in front of him on the table, the liquid sloshing back and forth in the glass as the table shook with laughter.

"hmmm..." lux looked around the table for his target, before an idea came to mind, a cheeky, shit eating grin forming on his face as he made eye contact with you. "y/n." he began.

"smash or pass... harry wroetoshaw lewis?" he asked, through childish giggles.

you, being as drunk as ever, rolled your eyes as if the answer was completely obvious. "smash, alllll day, and alllll night!" you laughed out, downing the remainder of your drink.

harry's eyebrows raised and he let out a low chuckle, a smirk forming on his face. he was a complete heavyweight, he was on his seventh drink, and only just growing slightly delirious.

"and on that note.. i'm going to get another drink!" you slurred out as you stood from your seat, almost toppling over, before harry caught you to steady you, his hands gripping your waist.

"i'll come with you." he mumbled, standing up and steering you towards the bar, his hands still on your waist, a couple of his fingers ever so slightly sliding under your top, rubbing at the bare skin.

"they both need to man up and confess.." george mumbled, shaking his head as he watched the two of you at the bar.

you leant on the bar, facing harry as he looked down at you, a glint of love and admiration in his eyes. every time he saw you he was sure you got prettier.

he reached his arm out, tucking some hair behind your ear so it wasn't blocking his view of your face. your drunken state was so cute, the way you constantly smiled, how you were so giggly and giddy, speaking your truths without any doubt.

you were just so perfect in his eyes.

the group watched the two of you, secretly pleading that this where one of you spoke up and confessed. but they knew that wouldn't happen, they'd been waiting for so long that they were sure you'd still be oblivious even if a confession came up and slapped you round the face.

"you're really pretty, y/n..." he mumbled, his eyes transfixed on your mouth and the smile that took residence there.

"thank you, haz." you giggled out, looking up at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes, occasionally down at his lips. the alcohol in your system giving you some newfound confidence that you wouldn't have had otherwise.

he sighed as she looked at his lips, he was drunk, yes, yet he was still sober enough to know that she was much further gone than he was, and that he couldn't give in to the temptation.

the glimmer of hope - that maybe, just maybe you felt the same as him, and he could tell you just how he felt without rejection - slowly fading away as he realised you probably wouldn't remember any of the current interaction when you woke up in the morning.

the bartender placed your drinks on the countertop in front of the two of you, harry picking them up as he followed you back to the table. your shuffling your way back towards the group, happily moving along to the music in the back, before taking your seat back in between george and flo. harry sitting opposite you.

"hey, man, you okay?" freezy asked in a hushed tone, nudging harry's shoulder.

he looked up at him and nodded. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, why wouldn't i be?" harry answered, though the melancholy look on his face as he looked down at his lap said otherwise.

if only you weren't completely shitfaced.

[wr2shw]

Princess treatment or bare minimum

description: doing the ‘princess treatment or bare minimum’ trend with your boyfriend

pairing: harry lewis (W2S) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

“so, harry, you wanna do a tiktok video with me?” i ask my boyfriend, giving him the sweetest smile.

he looks up from his phone and narrows his eyes at me, “what video?” he asks suspiciously. in past i have done many videos with him, majority of them being pranks so he always hesitates before answering.

“i promise you it’s not a prank this time. there is a trend going on where people ask their parents whether some situation is categorised as princess treatment or as bare minimum.” i explain to him.

“oh, yeah, that sounds alright.” he says sitting up and shifting beside me. “let’s do it then.”

i set up the camera and start recording. “hello, guys, today i am going to ask my boyfriend, whether something is princess treatment or bare minimum.” harry enthusiastically nods beside me.

“okay, first question: bringing me a snack or a drink from the kitchen, princess treatment or bare minimum.” i ask looking at him.

“bare minimum of course.” he says shrugging.

i smile and continue. “good. opening my car door for me.”

“bare minimum.” he says, as he nods along.

“paying for dinner when we go out.” i ask, knowing his answer.

“princess treatment, i am willing to pay but not always.” he says, and i hit his shoulder. “ow, y/n! that hurts.”

“wrong answer. try again.” i say, joking glaring at him.

“fine fine, i would never let you pay you know that.” harry says, giving you a sweet smile.

“right, carrying me around when my feet hurt.” i ask.

“bare minimum, i actually like carrying you around.” he says as i blush at that.

“supporting man united instead of chelsea, because i asked you to.” i say, smirking a little.

“that’s princess treatment for sure, in fact it’s none since i would never support man united over chelsea.” he says giving me a stinky eye. “how could you ask me that, you don’t even watch football.”

“i can ask whatever i want to.” i say flipping my hair.

“princess.” he mutters under his breath. i smile a little because thats my favourite nickname.

“okay, last question: i ask you to leave sidemen for me.” i obviously ask it as a joke, but before i can say i am joking, he answers.

“i would classify that as princess treatment because they are my boys but i would choose you over them.” he says sincerely.

“aww, harry, that was a joke, i would never ask you to do that. i know how much you love those boys.” i say pulling him in a hug.

“but i love you more.” he says, looking me in the eyes. and i all i could do in that moment is pull him in for a kiss.

[slut-for-slutty-fictional-men]

More Than a Plus One

Pairing: Harry Lewis x Reader

Warnings: Fake dating, jealousy, sexual tension, wedding night mischief, possessiveness, slightly rough moments, language.

Summary: You beg Harry to pretend to be your boyfriend at your ex’s wedding. What starts as a harmless charade soon turns into something much more real.

Word count: 1600

Masterlist

You had spent the past hour pacing your room, phone clutched tightly in your hand, your thoughts a tangled mess. The idea had been bouncing around in your mind all afternoon, and now, with your ex’s wedding rapidly approaching, you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

You weren’t going alone. That was non-negotiable. You needed a buffer, someone to make the night bearable, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to pretend — just for the night.

A text to Harry seemed like the only solution.

“Hey, I need your help. I know this is weird, but I need you to come with me to a wedding. My ex’s wedding. Please.”

You stared at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard, before you hit send. It was a request you never thought you’d make, but there was no way you were going without backup. You just didn’t know if Harry would agree.

The response came quickly, almost instantly. “A wedding? Is this a ‘pretend to be your boyfriend’ situation? Because I’m down for that.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Of course, Harry would be down for it. He never backed down from a challenge. You were just hoping it didn’t turn into something you couldn’t control.

“Exactly. I need you to be my boyfriend for the night. Just for appearances, okay?”

There was a pause. Just a few seconds. And then he replied, his words light, but with a playful undertone you could almost hear through the screen. “I can definitely play the part. When and where?”

Your heart skipped a beat. That was too easy. Too good to be true.

“Tonight. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“Perfect. I’ll be ready.”

And just like that, you had a date. Well, kind of. You were both pretending, but the way your pulse quickened at the thought of being with him tonight? It was anything but pretend.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the mirror in your childhood home, feeling slightly ridiculous in your formal dress. It wasn’t even the dress itself that made you feel out of place. It was the entire situation — you’d never needed a fake boyfriend before. But here you were, playing this role to perfection.

The doorbell rang, and your heart skipped. You opened the door to find Harry standing there, dressed to the nines in a sharp black tuxedo. His smile was crooked, his eyes bright with mischief, and the sight of him made your breath catch.

“Well, well,” he said with a low whistle, looking you over. “You clean up nice.” He winked, his voice teasing but warm.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep it together. “Don’t get any ideas. This is just for show.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Of course. Just for show.” He stepped closer, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. “But I can’t help it if you look too good for me to keep my hands to myself.”

You felt your heart race at his words. God, he was good at this. Maybe too good.

You gave him a playful shove. “Come on, we don’t have time for this.”

Harry chuckled, his hand brushing yours as he followed you inside. “Right. Let’s get this charade over with then.”

But even as you said the words, the truth was that this wasn’t just some charade. Not for either of you. Something was simmering beneath the surface — a spark of attraction neither of you had fully acknowledged. Not yet.

And tonight, you were both going to pretend that it didn’t exist

The ceremony is everything you expected—beautiful, elegant, nauseating. You stand with Harry near the back row of the outdoor garden setup, sun blazing through the trees, the officiant’s voice floating over the hush of seated guests.

Harry leans down, lips ghosting your ear. “Think he’s gonna cry?”

You shoot him a look. “Probably. He always did like theatrics.”

His fingers brush the small of your back, subtle. “He’s already looking over here.”

You glance across the aisle and catch your ex—James—in a tailored navy suit, standing stiffly at the altar. His jaw clenches when he sees Harry’s arm resting behind you.

You smile sweetly. Hook your hand around Harry’s forearm like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like this isn’t the most absurd lie you’ve ever told.

Fake boyfriend. At your ex’s wedding.

What could possibly go wrong?

After the ceremony, guests filter into the reception hall—floor-to-ceiling windows, golden string lights, flower arrangements that probably cost more than your rent.

Harry holds your hand like it’s second nature, guiding you through the crowd, always a half-step behind you, always watching.

He’s too good at this.

When you finally reach your assigned table, James is already seated—next to his new wife, of course—but his eyes flick up immediately, narrowing on Harry’s fingers loosely threaded with yours.

“Didn’t know you were bringing someone,” he says, smiling tight.

You return the smile, sharper. “Oh, I thought you saw us during the vows. You kept looking.”

Harry lets out a quiet laugh.

James’ wife, to her credit, seems oblivious. “It’s lovely to meet you,” she says, offering Harry a polite hand. “You two have been together long?”

“About a year,” Harry says smoothly. “Right, babe?”

Your stomach flips at the pet name. You nod. “Time flies.”

James shifts uncomfortably. “That’s funny. Because last I checked—”

“I didn’t realize you were still checking,” you cut in, voice calm. “Seems a little… weird, considering you’re the one who left.”

The air at the table shifts.

Harry squeezes your thigh beneath the linen-draped table. A small reminder. I’ve got you.

The dinner is a slow-burn nightmare—cutlery clinking, James watching Harry like a hawk, your skin prickling every time Harry rests his hand just a little too high on your leg.

When the dancing starts, Harry offers his hand. “Care to put on a show?”

You hesitate. Glance toward the bar.

“I need a drink first.”

You’re halfway through your second glass of champagne when James corners you near the photo booth.

“Really?” he says, eyes scanning the dance floor. “Harry Lewis?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s your point?”

“He’s a bloody YouTuber. This feels desperate, even for you.”

You laugh, cold and hollow. “Desperate? You invited me to your wedding. That’s desperate.”

His smile drops.

“You’re still bitter.”

“No,” you say, voice quiet. “I was bitter for a long time. But now? I’m just done.”

“Are you actually with him?” he asks. “Because I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in.”

You step closer, breath barely brushing his cheek. “You saw what you wanted to see. But trust me—he is the only one I’m looking at now.”

You turn—and nearly crash into Harry.

He’s already got his jacket off, sleeves rolled, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looks every bit the devil-may-care heartthrob he plays online—and yet, right now, there’s nothing playful in his eyes.

“Everything alright?” he asks, gaze flicking between you and James.

“Peachy,” you murmur.

James scoffs and walks off.

Harry watches him go, jaw tight. “He always that charming?”

You force a smile. “Want to dance?”

He offers his hand. “You read my mind.”

The music pulses low, romantic, just slow enough to make it dangerous. You’re on the edge of the dance floor, wrapped in Harry’s arms, your cheek against his chest.

“Thanks,” you say softly. “For coming. For pretending.”

He leans down, voice brushing your ear. “You really think I have to pretend?”

Your breath catches.

“You’re a good liar,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough to look at you. His hands on your waist tighten.

“I’m not lying,” he says. “Not about any of this.”

You try to speak, but he cuts you off with a kiss—soft at first, then deeper, more desperate, like he’s been waiting all night to stop pretending.

Somewhere behind you, someone whistles. You pull back, flustered.

Harry just grins. “We should stop pretending.”

Your laugh is breathless. “Yeah. We should.”

The wedding winds down. You and Harry sneak away before the sparkler send-off.

Back in the hotel suite, it’s quiet—just the buzz of the city outside and the pounding of your heart.

You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your heels on the floor.

“Hey,” Harry says, crouching in front of you. “You okay?”

You nod. “He tried to say you weren’t real. That I wasn’t over him.”

Harry tilts his head. “And are you?”

You meet his gaze. “I was never the one who needed to be over someone.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And then he leans in. Kisses you again—hungrier, messier this time. Like he’s spent all night holding back and finally, finally, he’s allowed to want.

You melt into him. His hands push the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Your fingers tangle in his hair.

Everything tastes like champagne and heat.

He lays you back on the bed, whispering your name like a promise, like something sacred.

And this time, there’s no pretending.

Just you, him, and everything you never thought you’d get to feel again.

[clemswinecorner]

To be loved is to be known [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: Y/N knows Harry, and Harry knows Y/N.

Wordcount: 775

Warnings: some swearing, nothing major

masterlist - main masterlist

Lots of people knew lots of things about Harry. People knew his favourite colour, his favourite football club, his favourite types of videos to film. His friends knew his favourite drink, Simon knew his favourite football top, Tobi knew his Nando’s order. But nobody knew him quite like Y/N did. She could tell whether Harry wanted to buy something within seconds of him seeing it, she could tell the difference between him wanting to leave a place and him wanting to disappear completely. 

“Are you joining us having a couple drinks at Cal’s place?” Lux asks Harry, leaning towards him. They’re out for dinner with quite a big group, which wasn’t too unusual for them, and Harry glances over at Y/N sitting across. She’s fixing her off-shoulder top when he catches her eyes. She gives him a questioning look, knowing him well enough to recognize he wants an answer out of her. “Are we having drinks at Cal’s after this?” He asks, and she shrugs. She notes the way his hands are tapping against the tabletop and his phone’s screen is facing upwards. “I don’t know, maybe one drink but don’t think we’ll stay out late, unless you want to?” She raises her eyebrows at him. She sees the doubt in his face, and how it’s different from his body language that tells her he’d much rather go home. “Won’t be too special, I think there’s people going straight home as well,” Lux mentions. He isn’t stupid, and after living with him for a couple of years, Harry’s face tells him that the day has been long enough. “Yeah, think we might do the same actually, but we’ll be there Saturday,” Y/N jumps in, and Callux nods. Harry gives her a smile, as she swiftly changes the conversation topic.

Later that night, they’re sitting on the couch, a pile of cards in front of them. “You fucker,” she curses as he puts down another plus four. She takes the cards from the pile as he puts down another card. “Thanks for saying no to Lux tonight,” He softly says as she puts down her card. “Hmm. I could tell your social battery would run out halfway through, I’m glad you listened to me,” She jokes, and he chuckles, grabbing a card from the pile. “When have I ever not?” He asks, and she raises her eyebrows at him. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He shakes his head with a laugh, chucking down another card. “No, no I don’t,” He confirms, and she laughs, looking at the cards in her hands. “We should skip nights out to play games more often,” She comments, before she smirks at him. “You didn’t say Uno, by the way.”

In the same way she knew him, he knew her. 

“Baby, have you seen my…” He trails off as he walks into the living room, where she’s sitting crossed legged under a fluffy blanket, invested in her book. She’s comfortably nestled in a hoodie slightly too big, bright blue and more importantly the exact one he’d spend the last fifteen minutes trying to find. He sighs, and she looks up with those adorable clueless eyes, “Never mind. Did you drink anything?” She nods before getting back to her book, “Yeah, have tea,” she absentmindedly says. He walks over, checking the temperature of the mug— completely cold, as he guessed. He picks it up, walking away with a small smile and a shake of his head. 

She doesn’t even notice him coming back until his hand is going through her hair. She looks up, waiting for him to speak. “Hi. My bag’s almost packed, my Uber’s here in fifteen minutes. I made you a tea,” She smiles, putting her book down next to her. “I didn’t realize it was that late already, you should’ve said,” she mentions. “Nah, you were too comfortable, thought I’d let you read. I get you to myself again after the weekend anyway,” he disagrees. She sits up and leans onto Harry, who’d sat down next to her, his shoulder. He lets out a content sigh, turning around to fully envelop her in a hug. She snuggles into his comfortable chest, loving how cuddly he could get. “Thanks for the tea,” she lowly says, and he presses a kiss on top of her head. “Don’t want you to dry out, do I? I know how into the story you can get,” he says, as if it’s nothing. To him, it probably was nothing, it’s just how he was. To her, it was everything. To be loved is to be known, after all.

[w2soneshots]

Easter -W2S

warnings: none!

summary: your instagram posts through April, your daughters birthday and Easter.

notes: happy Easter to everyone who celebrates!!🐰 I love doing these little smau’s for each holiday, enjoy girlies😚🫶🏼 (also I apologise for not posting it’s been a busy few weeks with a holiday and my birthday!)

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y/username: spring has sprung!🌷✨🪿

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wroetoshaw: lovely jubilee

-> y/username: exactly my thoughts

faithlouisak: cutest little family ever😊

y/nfanpage21: oh this is ADORABLE

user: it finally not being cold just makes me want to live, laugh, love again💅

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

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y/username: my girl turned two! time has gone a little too fast, I know it's cliche, but it truly feels like she was born yesterday. happy birthday to the best daughter and big sister I could've ever asked for🥹💕

-comments-

wroetoshaw: 🎉

shannonlangdon: how cuteee! happiest birthday wishes

y/nfanpage21: SHE'S TWO ALREADY?!😅

user: the little ballet outfit🩰

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

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y/username: Happy Easter everyone!🐣🤍

-comments-

mollymae: gorgeous pics, hope you had the best day🥹

-> y/username: we so did, definitely one of my new favourite holidays now that I have babies to feel the magic through💓

taliamar: I can't COPEEE😫🫶🏼

y/nfanpage21: the bunny ears!! instant baby fever.

user: every photo she posts of Harry I can just imagine the "smile at the camera!" to which he's not pleased but always does it anyway😭

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!