#w2s

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Harry

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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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[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."

[sdmnpact]

Sloppy.

Wroetoshaw x Reader smut

** MDNI 18+ **

[] Inspo: Harry saying "What about my sloppy cock." in one of the latest Sidemen vids.

~~~

You were in the meeting room gathering your things. The sidemen had a shoot earlier that day and you as one of their photographers, of course had to be there. Most of the day you followed Harry's team. Harry. The one that you fancied from the bunch.

You know nothing will ever happen between you two but you can't help but daydream about him every now and then.

You were almost done, just finishing putting your camera away when you heard the door click open. You turned around quickly since you were supposed to be the last person there except for maybe Kon.

"Oh? Sorry, thought I was the only one here." He said. Of course it had to be Harry. "Oh. It's alright, I was about to head off anyway." You said with a breathy laugh slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"How've you been?" He asked. You don't usually converse with each other. Usually you just talk when you need to and that's about it. You exchange the occasional glance outside of actually working but you two have never had the chance to befriend each other that way.

"I've been well, thanks for asking." You replied. "How about you?" You questioned. You didn't really know what to do in this situation. It was slightly awkward and you just wanted to go home. "I've been doing good, how do you like the job so far?" He asked. 'Why is he asking so many questions?' You thought to yourself.

"Oh I love it! I like watching you guys film and I love taking pictures so it's just a good time." You explained. "Glad you like it!" He said with a pause. "Ca- can I tell you something?" He continued with a stutter. You were hesitant but nodded your head.

He took a step closer to you, his breath hitting your face. You felt yourself get tense. You looked up at him as he towered over you. You were unsure of what was going on but you were nervous.

"You know, it's hard to focus on filming videos whenever you're around." He began. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused about what he was talking about. "You're always bouncing around with those short skirts or tight jeans you always wear. I have to admit, it's hard not to stare." He said looking straight into your eyes. You were very worried now. Maybe he's going to fire you? Your mind began to spiral with the different possibilities.

"I am so sorry, I promise I won't wear anything like that again!" You exclaimed. "No- it's alright... I like it." He said making your heart begin to beat faster. He stepped forward again, causing you to gasp at the sudden closeness.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice deep, his tone softening. You nodded your head slowly. His hand reached up to grab your jaw gently, bending down, placing his lips on yours. You leaned into the kiss grabbing the back of his shirt as the soft kiss turned into one full of lust and hunger by the second.

One of his hands still on your jaw while the other made their way towards your bottom. You felt him as he placed a hand underneath your skirt touching your butt cheek. His cold hand making you wince at the touch.

He pulled back, making you miss his lips. "Do you want this?" He asked breathing deeply, squeezing your butt cheek lightly. You looked up at him with puppy eyes making him want you even more. Once again, you didn't utter a word, just nod your head innocently. He smiled widely, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up on the meeting table.

His lips making their way back towards yours, now more aggressive than before. Your hands making their way under his shirt, your nails softly going up and down his back. He moved his hand down to the front of your skirt, feeling underneath for your heat. You usually wear spandex underneath but were late this morning and forgot, you were so glad you did though.

His hand pushed your legs open slightly, allowing for his fingers to explore the area between your legs, brushing his fingers between your inner thigh. "You're already wet, aren't you." He said with a small laugh. You felt him find the top of your underwear, gently pulling on them for you to help take them off.

He slid them down your legs, staring up at you and holding them in front of you. "You're dripping." He said bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I'll clean you up, darling." He said, lowering himself between your legs. Seconds later, you felt his tongue make contact with your folds. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, tilting your head back. Your hands found their way towards his hair, tugging on it lightly.

His tongue swirled around your heat, as he held your legs for support. Your moans got louder as he began sucking on your folds lightly. He looked up at you briefly, admiring the sight, your head tilted back and mouth slightly open, enjoying yourself fully. You were the most beautiful thing in the world to him in that moment.

You felt yourself getting close as he kept exploring every inch of your heat with his tongue hungrily as if he couldn't get enough.

Suddenly, you felt emptiness as his tongue left your area. "Don't worry darling, can't let you have all the fun." He smirked, pulling his shorts and briefs down revealing his erect member. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

He positioned himself in your entrance and looked at you for reassurance. You nodded at him as he grabbed his member, rubbing his tip along your entrance causing you to jerk forward. Slowly, he began entering you as your neediness for him increased.

He began thrusting into you slowly but steadily increasing the pace as you let out soft moans that got louder matching his speed. He also released beautiful sounds of his own, making you want him even more. Your moans and his grunts filled the meeting room.

His hands gripping your hips, holding onto you as your hands kept you upright on the table. Your stomach beginning to form knots as you felt yourself about to release. He pulled you closer, almost picking you up from the table as his speed increased, going as fast as he could, feeling himself about to release as well.

Your hands moved to his neck as he was basically holding you at this point. Your bodies molding into one as he slammed in and out of you rapidly. His grunts quickly turning into soft moans as he began getting tired but couldn't stop because you were both about to reach climax.

Shortly afterwards, you felt a warm liquid fill you up as you felt yourself release your own juices all over him. He slowed down, placing you back on the table, still inside of you. He was no longer thrusting but he remained inside of you, too high to pull out. You two stayed like that for a few seconds catching your breaths. You stared at each other, your forehead against his.

He slowly pulled himself out of you revealing his messy cock, dripping with both of your liquids. "Oh god, what a mess." He smirked. "You know... you helped me." You began saying. "You wanna suck my sloppy cock then?" He asked cheekily. You nodded slowly as you stepped of the table, getting on your knees in front of him.

You looked up at him as if for reassurance and he nodded. You leaned forward and slowly began licking all over his member, cleaning all the liquid off of him. His head went back as your tongue swirled around him. After cleaning up most of the mess, you took his entire member into your mouth. He released a loud moan at the sudden action, bring a smile to your face.

You slowly bobbed your head back and forth on him, his hand making it's way to your head for support. You tried taking him as deep as you could, bringing tears to your eyes. His beautiful moans were the motivation you needed to go faster, getting sloppier in your motions. "Fuck." He let out as you felt him twitch in your mouth. You moaned loudly hoping that would bring him more pleasure, pushing him right over the edge.

Once again, his liquid filled you up, leaving you with warm cum running down your throat. You pulled off of him as he helped you stand up. Both of you still in a state of euphoria at the intense emotions and feelings you had just gone through. You two put your clothes back on, both too tired to speak until he broke the silence.

"We should definitely do this again sometime."

[georgeclarkeys]

rude boy - wroetoshaw

summary: drunk harry is horrifically rude to everyone except for you - 900 words

everyone always talks about harry being a nasty drunk so i thought this was appropriate lol

hope y'all don't hate it!

~

Harry Lewis was a nice guy. He might be a bit awkward sometimes, and he tended to throw sarcastic comments around, but in his heart he was a good person. There did happen to be a slight exception to your boyfriend's kind heart, and it always seemed to be brought out under the influence of alcohol. Drunk Harry could be very mean, and you had seen it in action. 

Several years ago, the two of you had joined your friends on a ski trip. You were a few days late because Harry had some Sidemen business to attend to, but you made it nevertheless. Harry, deciding he had reason to celebrate, got incredibly wasted that night. You could only watch on in horror as he looked Chris’s poor girlfriend in the eyes and told her that no one would notice if she died. Obviously you jumped in, apologized profusely, and asked Will to help you remove Harry from the scene of the crime and get him up to bed. 

Every time Harry found himself under the influence of alcohol, it was always the same exact order of events. He would get drunk, he would say something shockingly rude, and then you would apologize for him until he could sober up and do it himself.  

Harry was less of a partier these days, and it had been a while since you had to apologize for him, but everyone still laughed about the memories of your horrible drunk boyfriend. 

Today, the two of you were at a Sidemen event. It was a little bit more lowkey, and definitely more exclusive than a big party, but the drinks were flowing and the music was bumping. Everyone else was stood around mingling, while you found yourself on the couch in the corner of the room. You were tucked into Harry’s side with a drink in your hand, feeling a little buzzed. Harry had one arm slung lazily over your shoulder, and the way that his eyes were slightly lidded told you that he was also feeling the liquor. Faith made her way over and joined you on the couch, excitedly suggesting that you join her and Sabina for lunch next week. Ethan trailed slowly behind her, wrapped up in a conversation with Freezy. By the time they made it over to the three of you, it took Ethan exactly three seconds to notice that Harry was tipsy. 

His eyes widened and he laughed, grabbing Faith’s arm, “Oh my God, babe, if Harry is as drunk as I think he is, I need you to get away from him right now.”

It was hard to understand Ethan through his booming laugh and the alcohol clouding your mind, but Harry’s response told you exactly what Ethan was talking about.

“I’m not drunk, you fat bastard,” he argued back, letting his hand drop from your shoulder to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. 

Faith looked as confused as ever, head swiveling between Ethan and Harry as they laughed with each other, “What are you on about?”

You jumped in to explain to your friend as the boys continued to trade insults, “In the past, Harry has had a tendency to be horribly rude while drinking. I can’t believe you haven't heard any stories.”

Faith’s response was cut short by your boyfriend shouting at her husband, “No one loves you, mate!”

Your eyes snapped up towards his and you slapped your hand over his mouth before he said anything else, “Harry!”

You turn your gaze to Ethan, who is red in the face from laughing so hard, “You know he doesn’t mean that.”

Faith is also laughing at this point, “Well that seemed a bit uncalled for,” she breathed out.

You turned back to Harry, who was laughing sheepishly, and sighed, “See what I mean?”

Ethan piped up, “Hold on a minute, (Y/N) you’ve been around drunk Harry so much, how has he not said anything to make you break up with him?”

“Harry is never mean to me while drinking. He might actually be nicer to me than normal,” you replied, causing Ethan to scrunch up his face. 

Harry gripped your hip tighter and pulled you into his lap, “Unfortunately for the rest of you, (Y/N) is perfect. I couldn't say something mean about her if I tried.” You turned your eyes toward his, and he met your gaze with a soft smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead. In classic Harry fashion, it took him about 30 seconds to ruin the moment. “Actually I thought of something. She takes all the fucking covers when we sleep. Ruins my evening sometimes.”

This sends Ethan into another fit of raucous laughter. You rolled your eyes at Harry, “You’re so annoying.”

~

Later that evening, the two of you were back at home getting ready for bed. Your boyfriend was already in your shared bed, leaned back against the headboard and waiting for you to join him. You finished up the last step of your nighttime routine before sliding into bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Not giving you any opportunity to steal the covers tonight, you’re staying right here,” he mumbled into your ear.

“Go to sleep, you absolute dork,” you muttered back, before drifting off in the comfort of his arms.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ - the next morning

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[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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wroetoshaw: love you more

-> y/username: 😋❤️

tobjizzle: ay! happy for u 2!

-> y/username: ty Tobes!!

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2017... your first big holiday as a couple

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y/username: Italy🍝✨🇮🇹

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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!🤸‍♂️☀️🍺

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wroetoshaw: definitely hot😉🔥

-> y/username: lmao smooth

reevhd: vibes = immaculate

y/nfanpage21: outfit on FLEEK🤭

user: she's so perfect for Harry omg

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2019... London and the boys

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

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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!

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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

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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😫🙏

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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

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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

-> y/username: not bad for you tbf babes😌🫶

tobjizzle: congrats again guys❤️

freyanightingale: AHHH! unbelievably happy for you y/n🥹💝

y/nfanpage21: our fav couples growing up

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2023... bride and groom

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y/username: random photos from my week + wedding prep commences!💫💝

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-> y/username: hehe thank you once again for the cake girl, smashed the brief

callux: exiting stuff😯

y/nfanpage21: makeup... ate. hair... ate. cake... they ate it.

user: I can't WAIT to see what dress she picks

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2024... the year you became mummy and daddy

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y/username: counting down the days until we meet baby girl...🎀🌟

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-> y/username: uncle JJ incoming...

faithlouisak: your GLOWING mama💕

y/nfanpage21: the book🥺

user: two youngest sidemen having a kid before the others lol💁‍♀️

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2025... the life you've always dreamed of

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y/username: right where I want to be💌

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wroetoshaw: my beautiful girls

-> y/username: love u💞

taliamar: brill, got Mushu trying to eat my strawberry😂

-> y/username: he stood there for a good ten minutes, bless him. maybe next time buddy🥲🐕

y/nfanpage21: oh... to have her life

user: fun fact: this was posted exactly nine years from their first couple post, how cute❤️‍🩹

[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.

[lailasagna]

not a day goes by where i don’t think about this chrismd video. stephen tries as ref, best teams in a pub golf video yet, how drunk everyone (arthur) got.

[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

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.

[clarkeybabey]

Please can you write something about clarkey loving a cuddle and the boys come home and tease him 🙈🙈

❝ cuddle up to me ❞

# playlist; watch you sleep. - girl in red, cuddle up - the beach boys, LOVE - kendrick lamar ft. zecari

# word count; 1.2k

# note; I love writing fluff but I always feel so repetitive idk ?! 😝

George had finally convinced you to start going out for drinks with his friends again. The last time you joined them on a night out, you mistakenly read them Zayn Malik fanfiction you'd written well over ten years prior and posted to Wattpad, which they have yet to let you live down and you still have no recollection of.

After two hours of chatting with them about nothing and everything all at once, you couldn't help but recoil into him, your social battery was dangerously low. Despite how fresh your relationship still is, your boyfriend was quick to notice, excusing the two of you, saying something about Max wanting to film the pod early the next morning amidst goodbyes on your way out the door.

As you distance yourself from the bustling bar, he turns towards you with a knowing grin. His arm reaches out effortlessly and finds its way around your shoulders. His cool gaze meets yours as he softly asks, "You holding up okay, love?" You nod with a hum, your smile mirroring his, leaning into him as you reach up to lace your fingers together.

The two of you walk back to his flat in comfortable silence, London's side streets are quiet and almost peaceful. When you make your way into his building he unwraps himself from you slightly only to fish his keys from the pocket of his jeans though he keeps a protective grip on your waist as he unlocks the door.

Now that he's got it open, he steps aside patting your hip in a motion to get you inside ahead of him. He watches you walk stealing shameless glances at your figure as you struggle a bit with your shoes, he tears his eyes away as you straighten quickly distracting himself by hanging his coat on the rack and dropping his keys in the bowl next to the door.

Whilst he kicks off his shoes haphazardly you shed your jacket as well, holding it out to him with a smile, "Hang mine up too, please?"

"Yes ma'am," he nods, you thank him, heading off to the kitchen for some water. You step up onto your toes your shirt lifting with your arms snagging a glass, he comes up behind you, his cold hands meeting the now-exposed skin of your stomach making you jump, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Y'scared me and your hands are freezing," you whine wiggling out of his grasp, filling your cup from the fridge, and side-eyeing him as he steps toward you again.

"But I just wanna cuddle, you can't deprive me like this," he throws his head back dramatically making you scoff. "We walked home practically glued together, darling."

George takes a deep breath and shakes his head frantically, continuing his fit, "'s just not enough," he sniffs wiping his eyes and fanning himself, making you roll yours. He follows close behind like a puppy as you cross through the dining room into the living room, pulling the throw blanket off the back of the couch, and reach out for him, "C'mon y'big baby."

And he does, basically jumping on top of you, and you fall back into the festive throw pillows. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his beard tickling you a bit.

Your fingers twirl the curls at the nape of his neck, "I missed you today," he mumbles against your skin, making the column of your throat vibrate with his words. "Missed you too, so much," you pause, thinking back to what had been said earlier, "You don't actually have to do podcast stuff tomorrow right?"

He can't help but chuckle at how nervous you sound, "Don't be silly, you know my Sundays are reserved for us," he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel your heartbeat jump in speed at his reassurance, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

More comfortable silence envelopes the two of you, as your breathing slows, unintentionally synchronized, he drifts off to the sound of soft breaths escaping your agape lips.

A drunk Chris and an even more drunk Arthur fumble into the apartment, completely oblivious to their sleeping friends, that is until Arthur attempts to make his way into the sitting room in search of George, his charger has miraculously disappeared from his bedroom once again.

As you come into his field of view, he's tapping through his phone, his fingers tingling and oddly heavy, in search of his camera.

You wake to a quick flash of light, followed by the sound of a picture being taken, making you groan a bit louder than intended. "Piss off," you don't bother opening your eyes, that is until you realize you can't exactly turn away from the flash because of the dead weight of the man on top of you.

He begins to stir at the sudden, jerk of movement beneath him, your shouting, the sound of a flurry more of photos being taken, and Arthur's drunken wheezing has Chris emerging from the kitchen, clapping a hand over his mouth, to suppress his obnoxious laughter. George turns in the direction of the noise, blinking the sleep from his eyes, "Hello, sleeping beauty," His friends' phones in hand and giggles make him sigh against your chest.

Chris nearly falls over, bumping into the wall as both of you raise a hand, flipping off them and the videos you're almost positive at least one of them is taking, "You two are so cute," Arthur coos, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Stuff like this won't happen to you if you lot are this annoying in the presence of a woman," you shoot back, making Chris clutch his chest, mouth open in shock, "you know, that's really offensive, one direction fanfiction won't help you out either," he crosses his arms, looking pleased with himself.

Your eyes widen, and you laugh dryly "You leave them out of this. Do I need to remind you how you looked before that perm?" George snorts and Arthur's phone is long since in his pocket, deciding he didn't need his ego bruised like his roommate. Chris raises his hands, laughing uncontrollably, his head dropping in defeat "No, please, no."

"Now goodnight, boys," your voice is jokingly stern, but when they don't move in the slightest you nod your head in the direction of their bedrooms, "Yes, Mother," Arthur sighs, a faux frown present on his face as he shoves Chris ahead of him. "She such a bully," You hear Chris mutter, their conversation fades as they make their way across the flat. The only sound was their doors clicking shut, followed by coveted silence.

You lay there still and quiet praying they don't come back out and when they don't you speak up: "Why don't we get in bed, too?" He nods, standing from where he had you trapped beneath him, taking your hand and helping you get up as well.

George grins broadly, his smile as bright as ever, and says, "You humbling my friends is so hot." You can't help but laugh and shake your head at his words. Without another thought, you grab his wrist firmly and start pulling him in the direction of his bed, eager to give in to the exhaustion the day had caused.

[propertyofwicked]

masterlist <3

consistent taste in men? i don't know her

✧ requests are open ✧

♡ fluff ✿ smut (MDNI!!) ❣ angst 彡 funny/miscellaneous

❣ lando norris

the read-along playlist <3

FLUFF - ♡ ♡ tired ♡ you owe me ♡ take a break ♡ "it'll grow back" ♡ sambuca ♡ speed demon ♡ homesick ♡ workplace predicament ♡ your necklace ♡ look after you ♡ was it real? ♡ rookie ♡ intermediate ♡ one SMUT - ✿ ✿ capturing the moment ✿ say it ✿ miss you most on the weekend ✿ fix that attitude ✿ cross my heart ✿ breathe ✿ this is us ✿ first ✿ quiet ✿/♡ caught ✿ too gentle ✿ wanted ✿ take me dancing ✿ stare ✿ prominent ✿ bitter 💿 stick season 🎧 ❣ dial drunk ❣ you're gonna go far SMAU -> 彡 work expense - dj!reader 彡 faking an interest best friend 彡 smitten 彡 transferrable (platonic!grid x reader) 彡 revenge (platonic!grid x fewtrell!reader) MISC -> 彡 hot wings SERIES WORKS -> ♡ secrets - lando and his best friends sister have always been close, some would say closer than friends. but what happens when they realise how they feel about each other and how do they navigate y/n fewtrell's over protective brother? ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3 ♡ part 4 ✿ part 5 ♡ part 6 ♡ part 7

❣ oscar piastri

♡ scandalous ✿ learn

 ❣ harry lewis (w2s)

♡ sea sick ✿ ...as a munch

❣ rafe cameron

never have i ever -> ♡ had a troll part 1, part 2 ♡ been kissed

❣ spencer reid

♡ people watching

[whore4wroetoshaw]

late nights after filming (w2s x reader)

"love, i'm home!" harry's voice echoed through the quiet of your shared flat. at the sound of his voice, you paused the rom-com playing halfheartedly on the television, the glow from the screen casting soft light across the living room. with a small smile, you got up and padded toward the hallway.

he was just kicking off his trainers, hair a hot mess and a face loaded with exhaustion—but the second he saw you, a tired smile broke across his face.

he stepped forward and pulled you into a warm embrace, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo like it grounded him after a long day.

"theere's my girl," he murmured.

you hummed, your arms winding around his waist, fingers absentmindedly brushing the back of his blue hoodie. "long day, hm?"

"you don't even know. i'm absolutely knackered. filming was absolute shambles." harry let out a dramatic sigh.

"that bad?" you pulled back just enough to look at him.

"swear down," he nodded, expression serious. "i missed you lots. just wanted to go home and sit down with my missus."

"then let's do that, yeah?" you grinned, reaching up to push his hair out of his face.

harry smiled, the kind that made his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “yeah… sounds bloody perfect, that.”

you led him to the living room, still warm from the soft glow of the television, the corny rom-com still playing in the background. he clocked it immediately.

"watching love actually again?" he smirked, plopping down onto the sofa with a groan.

"mate, you know it's my favourite." you defended, curling up next to him as he pulled you to his side, your limbs entangling.

harry slung an arm around your shoulder, bringing you impossibly close to him as he sunk into the cushions further. “you’ve got so many films to pick from and you go for hugh grant in a turtleneck. again.”

"okay, i'm literally just going to get up and leave," you deadpanned—though the amused glint in your eyes gave you away.

“oh—no, no, don’t leave! i’m sorry,” he said through small bursts of laughter.

you gave him an unimpressed look.

"love, if you get up right now, i'll cry. genuinely. actual tears." he pouted slightly.

you rolled your eyes, trying to mask the wide grin on your face. "you're so dramatic."

"you love me." he nudged you slightly, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

"unfortunately." you reply, your voice muffled due to your face being half-buried into his chest.

after a few minutes of the quiet he’d been aching for all day, harry shifted slightly, then gently lowered his head into your lap, letting out a soft sigh as your thighs cradled him like the safest place in the world.

“reckon i could fall asleep right here.” he mumbled, his eyes half-lidded. "the best place in the world, this. right 'ere."

your heart tugged at that. you brushed your fingers through his messy hair, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "sleep, haz." you leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to his temple.

he hummed, already halfway there. "i'm keeping you forever."

your heart fluttered. leaning down once more, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. you just couldn't help it, y'know? he was so pure. he was yours.

so, you whispered against his skin. "home's not a place, y'know? it's you, harry."

he didn't reply, already fast asleep. but the smile that tugged at his lips as he dreamt? that said everything.

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Would you write a Harry fic with friends to lovers after a 'would you rather' game played among friends?

Would You Rather.

Wroetoshaw x Reader ff

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"Come on Y/n! It'll be just for an hour or two!" Ethan pleaded at you. He and Faith were hosting a little get together with some close friends and you being one of Ethan's best friends, well he just had to invite you. Although you love Ethan and Faith to bits and pieces, you weren't feeling up for a night out, you just wanted to sleep.

"I'm so tired though..." You whined in a cute little voice you use against Ethan to get what you want. "No, come over! I'll send an uber to your flat." He said. You tried arguing but he was relentless. You folded and said yes. He cheered excitedly and you hung up. You sighed before standing up off your bed and began getting ready.

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You arrived at Ethan and Faith's house to see a few familiar faces. You already met the sidemen but you don't regularly hang out with them. You only know a couple of his and Faith's other friends as well. You made your way further into the place, looking around, there were more people here than you expected.

You looked around for Ethan but ran into Josh and Freya instead. "Oh my god, hey Y/n! It's been a minute since we've seen you! We need to hang out more often!" Freya said wrapping an arm around you. "Hey guys, of course! I've been here and there.. um have you seen Ethan?" You asked as she released you. You side hugged Josh, greeting him as well. "Oh yeah, last I've seen he was in the kitchen with Harry and George." Josh explained.

You thanked him and made your way towards the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen and saw only Harry and Ethan talking while holding beer bottles. "Oh hey guys." You said opening the fridge and pulling out a beer for yourself.

"Y/N! You made it! I'm so glad you're here!" Ethan said with a slightly slurred speech showing he's been drinking for a while now. You chuckled at him as you opened your bottle. "Yeah, only here for an hour!" You emphasized pointing at him, taking a swig of your drink. You looked towards Harry to see his eyes on you already. Once you noticed, he quickly looked away.

"Hey bog, How've you been?" You asked leaning on the counter. "Fine, just here." He responded awkwardly making you furrow your eyebrows. He's one of the only other sidemen that you're somewhat close to beside Ethan. Usually, you two are pretty comfortable with each other but you noticed that he was slightly off tonight. You chose to ignore it and nursed your beverage.

The night went on, you hung out with Ethan and Harry for a few minutes making small talk but after a while you were in desperate need of some girl talk so you went off to find literally any girl you knew.

You stumbled upon Faith talking with Talia, Freya, and Gee. You creeped up behind her startling her slightly as you placed a hand on her back. "Oh my god! Oh Y/n! I've been looking for you!! I have some hot tea for you!" Faith said excitedly grabbing your hands. "Ethan told me that Harry fancies you." She said whispering the last part. You eyes went wide as you couldn't believe the words that just left her mouth.

"No way- when did he say that because I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth tonight." You shriek taking a large chug of your beer. He can't fancy you. You two are just good friends.

"He told me earlier in the afternoon. Y/n, I think Harry's been feeling this type of way for a while now. Although, I don't think much can be done since Ethan won't let you date him." Her words left you confused. What would Ethan have to do with your dating life?

"What do you mean?"

"He's done it before and he would definitely be hesitant to let you near Harry like that." She said. Now you were very confused.

"When?" You asked.

"Remember John? That fellow who you met once at our last party?" You nodded. "Well, he asked about you to Ethan and wanted to know if you were single which Ethan told him that you had a boyfriend, which you in fact did not."

John? You were absolutely smitten with that guy! You met him at their party and you two spent the entire night dancing, laughing, and just talking about anything. You really fancied him and thought he fancied you. You gave him your number and told him to call, yet he never did.

You wondered why he never called. You thought you two hit it off well. Now you've learned that one of your best friends basically cockblocked you. You were fuming, to say the least. You couldn't believe he did that. Why would he even do that in the first place? You're definitely going to have a long conversation about this with Ethan later. Your mind was spiraling with these thoughts when a familiar giddy, slightly slurred voice came over.

"Hey! Do you lot wanna play would you rather?" Ethan asked leaning on Harry for support. Both their cheeks were flushed but Harry didn't seem that drunk. Maybe his cheeks were flushed for a different reason?

"Oh? Sounds fun!" Freya cheered. You sighed deeply as the group made their way towards the dining room. The whole party wasn't joining you guys, it was just the small group of friends you had thought would have made up the party.

You sat directly across from Harry. He smiled at you as you made eye contact. You have to admit, you did find him especially attractive. He was funny, charming, and always so nice to you. Your attention was drawn to Ethan who sat at the end of the table as he began talking.

"Okay! We'll spin this bottle for turns." He said pulling out an empty beer bottle, placing it in the center of the table. "I'll go first!" He cheered spinning the bottle. You all watched in anticipation as the bottle spun around slowly coming to a stop in front of Josh. "Oooh yay!" He laughed awkwardly.

"Alright would you rather eat a dog or get eaten by a dog?" Ethan asked as you all laughed at the ridiculous question. "What is this question!?" Josh shrieked laughing. "Um I guess I would eat a dog?" He said unsure of his answer as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "I couldn't think of a good question on the spot." Ethan admitted as you laughed at his words.

"Okay now you spin!" He said as Josh reached for the bottle. You watched it spin again as it landed on Faith. "Okay, would you rather... be able to reverse time or speed it up?"

"Can we stop with these childish questions!? How about we ask some raunchier ones?" Talia suggested as everyone seemed to make noises in agreement. "Okay okay- would you rather watch a couple kiss for five minutes straight or watch a graphic sex scene with your parents?" Josh said through a fit of laughter. "Eww Josh. Um, if I had to choose, I would rather watch some couple kiss for five minutes." She said taking a sip from her wine glass. She grabbed the bottle and spun. You watched as it went around a couple times, slowing down in pace, landing straight on you.

"Ooo fun! Okay Y/n, would you rather... kiss Harry or would you rather kiss your celebrity crush?" She said giving you a little wink. Your eyes widen as those words left her mouth. You looked over at Harry to see his cheeks and ears as red as a tomato. He looked at you with anticipation fiddling with his fingers evidently nervous about your choice.

You looked towards Ethan and saw his expression change from carefree to worried. "I think, I would rather kiss Harry." You said shyly, a smile falling upon your lips. You watched as Harry's shoulders fell with relief. 'Ooo' noises filled the room as all the blood rushed towards your cheeks. You chuckled at that and told them to knock it off. Harry shot you a cheeky smile as you felt your heart begin to flutter.

You guys played a few more rounds with the bottle eventually landing on Harry. His question was a spicy one asking about whether he would would rather give or receive head. Since so much more time had passed, both of you were slightly drunker and with this drunken filled confidence, he looked you dead in the eyes and said 'I would rather give head.' You felt yourself melt at those words and the way he looked into your eyes.

Everyone 'ooo'd again like children with Faith sending you a smirk and Ethan sending Harry daggers. You rolled your eyes at Ethan and turned your attention back to the game.

As the night continued, you all eventually stopped playing and just mingled about. You were currently sat on the couch listening to some random conversation just vibing when Harry came over and sat next to you.

"Hey Y/n, you enjoying yourself?" he asked taking a swig of his beer. You nodded your head doing the same. "You wanna, go for a walk?" He asked hoping you'd say yes. You agreed and the two of you made your way outside. It was the country, so there was just a long stretch of road to walk down which was perfect for two people who basically couldn't walk straight.

You two clung onto each other for support as you made your way down the pathway to the road. "Where you lot going?" You heard from the doorway. You turned to face Ethan holding the door open. "Just for a walk, we'll be back soon." You said. "Well- be careful, it's dark out here!" He urged and you nodded pulling your phone out and turning on the flashlight. "Happy?" You asked waving the light at him. He groaned and went back inside.

You took a step forward when the door opened again. "You better take care of her Bog." Ethan warned Harry. "Of course mate, we'll just be here." Harry responded as Ethan gave him an unsure look and went back inside.

You two made your way down the road walking slowly and carefully. "So, how've you been lately. I haven't seen much of you." He began. "Yeah, I've been pretty busy." You replied. "Well, I was hoping to see you tonight actually." He said nervously. You stopped in your tracks causing him to almost stumble over. You grabbed him making sure he wouldn't fall.

"Really? Why?" You asked curiously. "I don't know, I just wanted to see you." He said with a small chuckle. "Well you didn't want to just see me for no reason..." You trailed off. He reached for your hand. "I think I like you." He finally blurted out. "I think I like you and have for a while. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to get Ethan upset." He explained. "Ethan has nothing to do with anything." You said, upset that this was coming up again.

"I told him I thought you were cute and he did not like that at all. But I don't care anymore, I see you around and I want to be with you. You're so funny and sweet and smart and so, so beautiful." He said looking down slightly embarrassed that he expressed himself so much.

"You really think all that about me?" You asked feeling a warmth inside you. "Yeah. I know we haven't gotten to know each other well but every time we're together, we have the best time and you're just so down to earth, always making funny jokes or just being amazing." He said looking into your eyes. The moonlight shimmered down on you two bringing a sparkle to your eyes that made him swoon.

"Well, if I'm being honest here. You are really great to be around too. You always have the funniest things to say and I love your random airplane disaster facts." You chuckled remembering all the random times he would bring up his odd interest. "I'm glad you like 'em. Everyone always tells me I'm annoying about it." He said with a breathy laugh.

"Not to me." You said taking a step closer, your faces inches apart from one another. "Kiss me." You said pulling on his shirt bringing your bodies even closer. He placed a hand on your chin and leaned forward, closing the gap between you, placing his soft lips upon yours.

It felt like fireworks were going off with the touch of his lips on yours. He placed a hand on your lower back bringing you closer as if the nonexistent gap between you was still too far. He's been dreaming about this for weeks. You clouded his mind for a while now and he could no longer handle being apart from you.

This 'forbidden' romance only made him lust for you more and tonight he finally decided to make you his, if you'd have him.

He pulled away as you two just laughed at the sudden turn this night took. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked making sure to properly make you his. "I'd love to." You responded.

The two of you continued your walk down the moonlit road, hand in hand. You spoke of anything and everything desperately hoping this night would never end. Eventually, you two made your way back towards the house.

You two were out there for so long that basically everyone had left and it was only Josh, Freya, and Gee that were there helping clean up. Ethan rushed up to you with a worried expression. "Why were you guys out there for so long? You've been gone for three hours!" He exclaimed making your eyes go wide. You didn't realize how much time had passed.

"It didn't seem like three hours." You replied nonchalantly throwing a smile at Harry as he squeezed your hand lightly. "What's this about?" Ethan asked pointing towards your interlocked hands. "I like her mate. I told you I did and I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think she likes me too." Harry told him looking at you for reassurance. "I do, I really do." You said cheerfully wrapping your arm around his.

"You two like each other then?" Ethan questioned as both of you nodded. "Well, you know what. Okay then, I'm happy for the two of you." He said with a smile hugging both of you. You looked over his shoulder to see Faith giving you, two thumbs up with a huge smile on her face.

"But, Bog, I swear if you hurt her, I'm going to mess you up." Ethan warned as he pulled back turning his attention towards Harry. "Oh mate, I promise. I would never." He replied looking at you as you smiled up at him.

"Well! This is great news! Let's plan for a triple date soon!" Faith interjected easing the tension Ethan held. You spent the rest of the night at their house with Harry in their living room just chatting away.

A night that felt too short.

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A/n

I hope you enjoyed this one! I think it's kind of adorable. Sorry about making Ethan seem so protective but I was going for a Ross finding out his sister and best friend were dating type of vibe. Also, I watched pride and prejudice yesterday and the moonlit walk bit was slightly inspired by the end of the movie.

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Comfort In You - Harry Lewis

Harry Lewis (W2S) x reader - Fluff 

Summary: You’re visiting London to do a shoot with the sidemen and have been having a hard time sleeping. Harry notices your tiredness and offers you his bed and himself to help you finally get some rest.

You were shooting a side+ video with Simon, Vik, Josh, George, Arthurtv, and Harry. You were exhausted but promised to do a shoot with them while you were visiting and didn’t want to let them down by cancelling. 

You were trying your hardest to keep your energy up and that you were doing a good job at hiding the tiredness but one person could see right through you. Harry. 

He’s had a small crush on you since the day you met and has become sort of protective over you over the years. Anytime you’re around he can’t keep his eyes off you but you’ve never noticed. 

Throughout the shoot he would constantly be looking at you. He noticed the slight bags under your eyes and how your smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was when you were with them. 

You were completely oblivious of his worried glances. Once the shoot wrapped, you let out a tired sigh and finally allowed yourself to relax into the couch. The others all got up to stretch and talk while Harry came and sat next to you. 

You sat up straight again and shot him a tired smile. “Hello, Harry. How are you?” you asked. 

“I’m well, thanks. What about you?” he asked. “I’m good too, Thanks for having me today. I love doing these shoots with you guys” you said. He smiled, “Of course. We love having you. I was wondering if you wanted to come round to mine so we can have a proper catch up. We can cook your favorite too.” 

You were really tired but you have missed him so much so you couldn’t pass up on it and agreed to go. You both said your goodbyes and headed to his. He let you in and you took your shoes and jacket off before following him into his living room. 

“I’ll be right back, I'm just gonna change really quick” he said before heading to his room. You sat on the couch and waited. He came back dressed in some plaid pajama pants and plain t-shirt whale holding some clothes. “Um, you can borrow these if you’d like to be a little more comfy as well.” You gently grabbed them with a slight blush rushing to your cheeks. You have been to his place many times before but he’s never offered you clothes before so you were surprised. “Sure, that would be great actually. Thank you.” He smiled and nervously ruffled his hair.”No problem. I’ll get everything started while you change.” You smile and nod before heading to the restroom. You smiled at yourself in the mirror admiring how you looked in his clothes. You laughed a little at how bagging it was. 

You left and met Harry in the kitchen. His eyes shot up when you entered the room. He couldn’t help but to check you out. Heat rose to both of your guys' checks as he did. “Comfy?” he asked. 

“Very.” You laughed. “Good, now come over here and help me cause I have no idea what I'm doing,” he joked. “Okay, okay. What have you started?” 

You guys completed the meal and sat down on his couch after deciding to watch some of the office while you ate. You sat criss-crossed on his couch with your bowl in your lap. Harry smiled as he watched you put on the show. He loved how natural you looked in his home. You put the remote down once the show was on and leaned back into the couch. 

You guys ate and watched in silence for a moment. He noticed how you relaxed more and saw how exhausted you really looked. He cleared his throat, “Y/N, how are you doing really? I don’t mean to pry but you didn’t really seem like your normal energetic self today and you look a bit tired.” 

You put down your half eaten food on the coffee table and sunk back into the couch. “I’m 

okay really, but honestly, I am exhausted. I haven’t been able to get much sleep since I've been here. I’m sorry.” He waved you off, “Don’t be silly, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Why didn’t you say something? We could’ve caught up on a different day if you’re tired.” He asked. “I know we’re just both so busy, I never want to say no when we're both free and I’d honestly probably still be tired on any day. I think there’s something in my Airbnb that’s keeping me up.” You joked. 

“Well thank you for coming but as soon as you feel tired, let me know and i’ll drive you home okay?” he said. “Deal, but I'm sure I'll be okay. Your jokes will keep me up.” you said. He laughed and got comfortable next to you. 

You tried to fight the sleepiness but it soon overcame you and slowly drifted asleep. Your head fell onto Harry’s shoulder making him look down at you. He chuckled and whispered your name to see if you’d wake up. You were knocked out. He quietly turned off the tv and got up. 

He picked you up and you subconsciously cuddled into him. He carried you into his bed and laid you down gently before covering you with a blanket. He tucked the loose hair behind your ear. His eyes flickered down to your lips wanting nothing more than to kiss you. 

He sighed and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. He stood straight and headed to leave the room. Your eyes fluttered open as he reached the door and you called out. “Harry? Will you stay?”. He turned back around, “Are you sure?” he asked, already making his way back to the bed. “Yes. I don’t think I’d be able to fall back to sleep without you next to me. Please?”. He nodded and climbed into the bed behind you. 

You turned around so that you were facing him and scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer and you sighed in content. You quickly dozed off again feeling safe in his arms.

[w2soneshots]

I had a thought… you know how the sidemen have that card game called Hit Send? What about a fic with Harry and his girlfriend and he sends her a text. You can change what you need!!!🙌✨

Hit send -W2S

words: 0.3k+

warnings: none!

notes: I’ve just written this as a little blurb since there wasn’t enough words for it to be an actual fic! Enjoy lovely and ty for your request😚🫶💓 (also it’s written in second person pov)

"Your turn Bog!" Ethan hollered from his seat on the couch. Harry sighed before leaning forward and grabbing a letter and number card. He proceeded to scroll through his contacts and he let out an amused huff as he read your name.

The boys were extremely pleased that you'd been picked and they all took a good look at the cards containing the text choices in their hands.

Once they'd all picked, the cards were given to Simon, since he was on Harry's right and that meant he got to pick the text that was sent.

"I want to do one she'll actually believe... uhm- this one." He handed Harry the card. "Oh Jesus... okay." Harry pulled out his phone and typed the message.

"Just been arrested." He sent quickly then he slipped his phone back into his pocket and they all continued with the game as they awaited your reply.

Just a few minutes later his phone rang. The boys erupted in giggles before hushing themselves so Harry could answer you without any suspicion.

"Harry?! What the fuck do you mean you've been arrested!" You shouted through the speaker. Harry's eyes widened. "Uh-" he didn't know what to say, he wasn't expecting you to believe it.

"Oh also, hi boys!" The room was silent for a second before they all realised that you were joking and had clearly figured it out, they all sniggered. "Haz, did you forget you literally told me this morning that you were playing 'hit send' today?"

"Oh shit! Yeah... I didn't think I'd end up having to text you." "You donut," Ethan chucked. Harry shrugged. "Anyway I'll see you soon, love you," Harry muttered into the phone, still slightly uncomfortable with showing any affection in front of the cameras. The boys were quick to tease him and you giggled before replying. "Bye, love you too! Have fun!"