#wankfest

Thank you to all the incredible authors who participated in this year’s Wankers Day Fic Fest!

Fics are listed in the order they were added to the collection. Authors, please @wankersday in your fic post if you’d like it reblogged.

you never call, by the way by kitchendancefloors

Mine is better by StormyDrama28

with satin sticking to your skin by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry

If I promise you can break me (won't you love me like you hate me) by we_are_the_same

the old familiar sting by yeah_alright

But trust me on the sunscreen. by disgruntledkittenface

Harry's Epic Watch and Wank Birthday Beat Off Bash! by juniperlightning

Together Together by haztobegood

Swathed in Sweat by larry_hiatus

Love The Way You Wear On Me by LetTheMusicMoveYou

Wank All the Time, Kiss Occassionally by larry_love13

Chocolate Flavored Lust by homosociallyyours

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Burned by Louis by haztobegood

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Rating: E Words: 1k Summary: Louis proves he is still a nightmare in the kitchen while Harry is away.

Marriage is hard. Sex is harder. Especially when the universe keeps punishing you for trying to have any. After days of cockblocking, divine intervention, and unrelenting flatmate chaos, Harry and Louis find the one solution karma can’t argue with: They’ll keep their hands to themselves. They’ll make each other come anyway.

I Can Only Hold You by lululawrence

Jordan North/Louis Tomlinson | NR | 8.5k

Louis closed his eyes, genuinely concerned that the omega was not just teetering on the edge of depri, but had already fallen fully into it. “How long has it been since you’ve had any stimms in your system at all?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh…” Jordan went quiet for a moment. “Not sure. My brain feels kind of foggy, Lou. But it’s been since probably Wednesday? Maybe?”

“Wednesday of this week?” Louis asked hopefully. If it had only been a matter of days, this might be withdrawal symptoms from the stimms and not full on touch deprivation.

“No, Wednesday of last week. I think. It might actually have been the week before? Oh god, that’s really bad, isn’t it?”

When Louis learns Jordan is close to falling into depri, he rushes over to help. What follows is so much more than either of them planned for.

soooo like a million people (that's a serious exaggeration) have tagged me in this or snippets but i haven't been writing at all, but then i fell and busted my ass the other day and megan @homosociallyyours was like prompt! and i was like @wankersday! so i started and almost finished a quickie for wankfest today and here's the last line i wrote:

Shirtless, barefoot, with drying come in his pants, Louis is off to save the day. 

Just as bad as the previous episodes.

As bad as it's been. Soap opera level of bad. 

I don’t care anymore. Haven’t cared for weeks. I've been very bitter and cynical about this show. 

making my way downtown by disgruntledkittenface

“Bye, Harry!”

“See you tomorrow, hon!”

Harry turns in the doorway and waves before he hitches the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and steps out onto the pavement. He tries to ignore the pang of regret after he couldn’t muster a smile, knowing that the middle-aged women he works with love him and won’t hold it against him. The walk from the bakery to his apartment takes almost an hour, which is usually brutal after being on his feet for a full shift, but he decides to skip the bus today. Maybe the sunshine and light breeze will lift the mood that had taken a nosedive when he checked his phone after getting off work. 

So Louis didn’t text him back. So what?

So fucking everything.

This fic was born out of my love for Harry wearing his little backpack in My Policeman set photos. // larry AU (2k)