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Kinkmas 🎄 № 1: Cockwarming
summary: you kinda (not really) bet harry to ‘no nut november’ and its finally december 1st.
word count: 2.8k
reading time: 11 min
content warnings: 18+,cockwarming (obviously), teasing, grinding, brief fingering, fluff, clingy reader (and harry tbh), desperate, passionate p in v sex, pet names (baby, lovie).
a/n: Welcome to Kinkmas!
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You had told Harry it was a childish idea. But one thing about Harry, he was stubborn and hard-headed, and if you'd told him not to do something he was going to do anyway….well, he'd just commit to it ten times harder. And that's precisely what he did with No Nut November.
He'd brought up the idea of participating directly after the two of you had some particularly mindblowing Halloween sex. You were giggling, wrapped up in one another, Halloween costume in pieces, still basking in your orgasm glow when you'd off-handedly joked how you couldn't believe you'd gone so long without sex like you'd grown accustomed to with Harry. He'd agreed, joking that he'd 'implode' without having you at least four times a week. Which led to you challenging him, lovingly calling him pussy whipped, and saying he couldn't last two days without you before he came begging for it. You know, because you've seen it before. His record was actually three days.
But still, if you think about it too hard, you'd realize that this, No Nut November, not having had sex with your boyfriend in a month, nonsense is all your own fault. You challenged him, and he swore to No Nut November because he's….Harry, meaning he also committed you to it as well, and now here you are. In bed, counting down the hours until December 1st. Literally. Minute by minute. And hour by hour. You've been trying to distract yourself with a book for the last hour, but you've not retained any of the words your eyes have been scanning despite flipping the pages. All you can think about is how Harry's barely touched you outside of light caresses and feather-light pecks to your lips. For. The. Last. Month. The material you were reading is by no means helping. All the talk of groaping, nipping, and ravishing. They seemed to be the only words you could pay any attention to.
While you have made your disdain for Harry's unnecessary commitment known, Harry has seemed to be unphased by it all. It was your favorite thing about him and your biggest pet peeve. He was always so nonchalant. About everything, except you! Usually, at least, but much to your surprise, he's been able to contain himself and even turned down your many attempts to break his silly vow early this month. You were disappointed, and it may have led to an even deeper conversation that the two of you needed to have when it came to your relationship with sex and your sex life. And while you were grateful that this silly bet could be a vehicle for you to have that conversation, you were ready for it to all be done. You looked over at the clock on Harry's bedside table.
One more hour. Forty-five minutes, to be exact.
Harry was still in the bathroom, going through his nightly routine and trying to get a grip himself. Harry had been strong for 29 days, nearly 30 days. He could make it one more night. But, as Harry wraps the floss around his fingers, he tries to remember why he agreed to do this in the first place. To prove a point, he's sure. What point? He couldn't think of anything else but you to think of a decent answer. But he's noticed. How you've been huffing around the house all month, but especially today, hoping he'd break on the last day and give you what you've been desperate for. How you've been glancing at the clock every forty-five minutes since the sunset. How -
"Harry, come to bed, will you?" your voice carries into the en suite from the bedroom. He can't help but smirk. You've been slightly whiny all day, all week, really, and he found it so fucking endearing. Knowing that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You'd deny it, but this arrangement the past month has been a fun challenge for you. He knows how much you enjoy being teased, and this month has been nothing if not one giant tease.
So, not wanting to drag out your misery any longer, Harry rushes through the rest of his routine and comes to the doorway, leaning against it, smiling at you and your book, cuddled under the covers.
"How's the book?" He asks. He always asks.
"Meh. It's okay, not as good as the first one." You rush out, place your bookmark, and close the pages. You put it on your bedside table, turning off your light, leaving only the lamp on Harry's bedside table to illuminate the room. You pat his spot next to him, a slight pout on your lips when he doesn't budge from his spot leaning against the doorframe. "Harry….come on, bedtime. I'm exhausted."
"Alright," he chuckles, pushing off the doorframe, "you just remember that." He says, peeping the cute set you'd decided to go to sleep in tonight. It was a silk baby blue, matching set that you'd just bought on a Cyber Monday sale. You figured it'd be the perfect thing to wear to break your temporary celibacy.
"Remember what?" you question oh too innocently, through a yawn, your eyes already closed.
"It's bedtime. Emphasis on bed." He flicks off the lamp on his bedside table and slides into bed in his spot behind you. You notice it after a few moments once he's comfortably tucked behind you, an arm around your waist. And you can't help the proud smirk that creeps onto your face.
Your plan worked!
You knew that the new set you'd put on, plus a few pouts, would get him hard…..he was almost too easy. So you allow yourself to wiggle around, to 'get more comfortable,' and be positive that you'd feel a grip around your hip, telling you to "be still, and go to sleep." It had happened so many nights this month, but not tonight. His tight grip is there tonight, but it's encouraging your movements. You let out a short gasp, biting your lower lip when you feel Harry's lips on the back of your neck.
"I thought it was bedtime." you tease.
"It is. I just…..I was thinking…" he mumbles between kisses to your neck and shoulder and nibbles your earlobe.
"...yes.."
"What if I just slip inside. That's not cheating, is it?"
"It's the last day." you giggle, wanting so badly to give him a taste of his own medicine but quickly losing any remnants of self-control with his lips doing wonders on your neck.
"Exactly, it would suck to come all this way to lose on a technicality, wouldn't it? So what do you think, Lovie? Did we still finish the challenge if I just - put it inside ya? Just missed you wrapped around me, baby." Now it's Harry who's whining, hand tight on your hip, grinding your ass down into his hardening cock.
You have half a mind to turn him down. After all the struggle you've been through this month, just for him to want to give in on the last day? But he feels so good pressed against you, and his lips are so soft pressed against that spot on your neck that gets you every time. His voice grounds you back down to earth before you can get too lost in the feeling.
"Baby…"
"This was your idea," you say earnestly.
"You dared me."
"I did no such -" Just then, he nipped at your neck before sucking on the sensitive skin under your ear, "No, I didn't. You're just a brat." you giggle, throwing the nickname right back at him…for once.
He pinches your side with a groan. "Don't be mean. I'm in need here, baby. Come on." He continues his work on your neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach. After a few moments, though, he's had enough and taps at your hip, signaling you to turn over. You allow him to flip you on your other side, facing him, his lips instantly catching yours. He slots his throat between your thighs, bringing your hips to grind down onto the flexed muscle of his thigh. You can't help but let out a moan of relief that slips from your lips into Harry's mouth, which he swallows for you happily.
You allow your hands to twist into his curls at the nape of his neck, racking your nails down his scalp, pulling him closer. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you press yourself even further into him, your hips moving on their own accord now.
"You sure you want to - wanna give up." you taunt, nipping at his bottom lip.
"I. don't care. Need you. Please."
In that moment, you realize that all he needed to do was beg. All he ever needs to do is beg, and you are absolute putty in his hands.
You pull back from his lips just a few centimeters, leaning your forehead on his. But Harry was starved, chasing after your lips with his, nipping at your lips.
"Please, baby."
It was unnecessary, now. Harry's begging. You were already going to give him what he wanted, but the prayer rolling off his lips still makes your stomach flip.
"S'not cheating." you rush out before crashing your lips to his once again, eating his moans.
Suddenly, the two of you are a mess of limbs, trying to rid each other of your clothes. Granted, it was just your silk sleep set and his boxers, but the two of you refusing to separate lips made things much more difficult. Once you were both rid of the barriers, Harry rolled on top of you, burying himself in your shoulder, running his nose up your neck, nipping his way up, and moving his hips into yours. He lets out a hiss as his tip nudges at your clit, wet with your arousal from grinding down on his thigh.
"Fuck, baby." he takes his hand from your hip, snaking it between you two, "Gotta get you ready for me, okay?" He moans, leaning his forehead on hears, with a sweet peck to the pout that's made its way to your lips when you realize what he is doing.
"Harry - just -"
"It's been a month. You're not changing my mind, hey. Look at me." He says, nudging his nose to yours, "I'm right here. You just relax and take what I give you. Got it?" when you nod, without a word, he slips one of his thick fingers inside. "Got it?"
"Mhm. yeah. Sorry." you moan, curling yourself into Harry's neck.
"It's okay. Just relax; gotta fit me in there, yeah?" Harry coos at you, skillfully working his finger in and out of you. "Talk to me, baby. Missed you too much."
"Missed you too, Harry -" You force yourself away from him enough to turn your head towards him to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "Missed you so much, you have no idea." you plead, "Please, more." You whimper, rolling your hips into his hand, and he obliges, slowly pushing in a second digit.
"What do we say?"
"Thank you," you whine out, rolling your head back on your pillow, allowing Harry the room to mark up your neck like he's been waiting for all month.
"And, Lovie?"
"Hmm." you hum, blinking up at Harry.
"No coming," he smirked down at you, one hand between your legs and his other arm propping himself up on his elbow. You huff at him but nod your understanding, turning yourself into his neck for comfort while his fingers work you open. "There, you go, baby." He coos as he feels you relax on his fingers, making him want to add a third just for…safety. And he does, enjoying the cute noises bubbling up your throat with each drag of his fingers. "You're doing so good, baby. You think you're ready for me?"
You nod frantically, rolling your hips up into his hand to convince him. "Yes, always ready. Please."
He plants a deep kiss on your lips, pulling his fingers out of you, swallowing your moan in protest. He pulls away, licking his fingers clean, before maneuvering himself back, hovering over you. Harry grabs ahold of himself at the base, allowing you to roll your hips up, your clit rubbing up and down the tip of his cock.
"Shhh, baby. I'm gonna give it to you but remember, I'm just - fuck - just filling you up, okay. Gotta stay still, I'm okay?" He huffs, nipping at your jaw, placing kisses anywhere he can reach.
"Yes. Please, Harry, just -"
"Stay still, baby," he smirked, holding your hip into the mattress. When he's satisfied with your limited wiggling, he slowly runs his tip up and down your folds a few times, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside, inch by inch. "Oh, Lovie." he groans into your mouth, "Missed you so much." he licks at your bottom lip, begging for entrance, wanting to be wholly consumed with you, and you allow him to be. When he's fully seated inside, you tighten your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being so full. The heaviness of him, how deep he was. It was heavenly. You enjoy his lips, kissing, and his teeth nibbling, his voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Enjoying the feeling of Harry. And with his lips working magic all over? You weren't sure how much longer you could just allow him to be in you without him being in you.
"Harry," you whine, "Please move."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can," you grumble, shifting your hips up to meet his, just for him to hold you back down.
"Stay still," he begs, now because he's losing his resolve and his slow ability not to finish inside you, with the way you're wrapped around him, rolling your hips and squeezing - but he's made it far. He can't give up now, not when he's so close - god, is he already tight? Just from being buried in you for a couple of minutes? You are quite literally fluttering around him, but still, he shouldn't -
"No. Harry, look. You can move - look." you insist, turning your attention to the alarm clock on his bedside table.
12:02 AM
In blinking red numbers.
"This stupid bet is over, please, Harry - oh."
He only hesitated a split second, trying to wrap his mind around what his eyes were seeing. But once it clicked. It clicked. And his hips seemed to be on autopilot, the way they slowly and sloppily rolled against yours, quickly coming up with a pace that worked magic for you both as he ground his pelvis into your clit.
"Fuck, baby - you feel so fucking good." He moans, leaning his forehead against yours, your head cradled between his forearms. "I missed you so much."
"I missed - I missed you too." you barely get the words out before you feel it creeping up on you, the tightening in your belling and tingling at the base of your spine. "I'm -"
"I know, baby, me too. Shit." He hisses, kissing down your neck, speeding up his hips. You wrap your fingers in his hair, giving it an encouraging tug that you know he always appreciates. To which he groans in your neck, and you revel in it. You're so close that your skin starts to prick with heat, and all you can sense is Harry. "Come with me. Please, Lovie." Harry begs, so you do.
You come with a bright white light flash behind your lids, your eyes snap shut, and you hold onto Harry as he holds onto you, groaning into the juncture between your shoulder and neck, biting his own lip.
A few moments later, you're still on cloud nine. You're floating, weightless, as Harry cleans up the mess between your legs, not before admiring at first, though.
"You are such a freak." you giggle, swatting Harry away and closing your knees together. "Clean me up or let me do it, but please don't -."
"Don't, what? I like seeing the mess I've made." He smirks. You roll your eyes as he opens your legs and begins work cleaning you up.
"Thank you," you murmur through a yawn. Already drawing the covers over you. Harry cleans himself off, tossing the rag on the floor to the foot of the bed, promising to put it away in the morning.
"Sorry, by the way. Didn't mean to make the first time we had sex in a month a quicky." he chuckles, climbing into bed with your wrapping himself around your naked form. "I don't know what I expected to happen, though. Don't let me do that again." He sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek.
"Never."
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Sunsets with you.
Harry Styles x fem!reader
Requested- lost my old account so this is basically me reposting my old stuff
Summary: Everyone else’s opinions on your and Harry’s relationship get in your head, but you’re it for Harry and he won’t have it any other way.
a/n’s: pretty sloppy but smwt enjoyable, please sendin request!
You’re well aware that you’re living the dream of many, being Harry’s girlfriend is something many dream of and somehow here you are, 4 years into a relationship with the man of your dreams.
Even though you were “living the dream” this said dream can with backlash, 4 years of trying to have a private (as possible with some fail) relationship, and some how media always had article to share on your relationship, fans had comments and haters hate to spread.
Truthfully it never got any easier for you to have the public eye on you, even though Harry always tried to help with sweet nothing and telling you to just full on ignore it, it was hard one click lead to another and you ended up engulfed in people opinions about you and your relationship.
Having said that, tour had been taking a toll on your relationship, you being “left” behind in London with harry signing his heart out around the world just gave your mind to much time to click and overthink, and most articles and post you read were full on rumors questioning your fidelity and his, and well you two trusted each other and had been through so many scandals that you knew better that to even bat a thought a those articles. It was rather the article criticizing you: your job, looks, intentions, family; that’s were you’d overthink your value in the relationship.
And so you started to distance yourself from him, not picking up his phone calls ever time he would call, texting him back less often and giving him shorter replies.
So when he came back for a short break, his grown worry from your uninterested self on having a proper conversation with him immediately unleashed a fight, well more so of an argument.
“We’ve been through this! You have to stop reading the comment and articles. They know one shit about us!”
“H-how can I. Im sorry but all they say is true! You’re this big pop star traveling all around the world with this huge successful career, while I’m stuck here working a 9 to 5!”
Silence
Being truthful Harry and you hardly fought but we you did it some how always lead to moments like this. You looking at each other with pleading eyes, hoping the other would just listen.
“I-I-I don’t know what you want me to say y/n”
“I don’t need you to say anything. I need you to listen, and to finally realize that I’m not-not enough for you H.
You need someone that can travel with you, and that can take on the public eye and-and that’s not me-“
“stop”
You could see the tear drops forming in Harrys eyes, even though yours are already flooded.
“Harry-“
“No. No. Yo-You don’t get to say those things. Not now not ever”
He starts stepping closer, cupping your face with his hand making you look at him.
“y/n listen please… just listen.
You are the most amazing human being I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, I know you better than anyone so I get to tell you that-that the comparison you’re making isn’t fair. You’re working on achieving your dreams, and you not that far away, and we are still so young, and somehow everyday you prove yourself to everyone around you, there is no doubt in the world that you’re the most talented person out there. I on the other had just got a head start and-and without you I-I wouldn’t be here, you’re my muse, my everything”
Sobbing, full on sobbing. How could this god of a human possibly believe in you this much knowing first hand how tough the world is.
“Harry I-I just can do it anymore-
I feel so small sometimes and I don’t want to be a burden to you”
“God y/n”
Harry lets you go.
He goes upstairs, and that’s the last indicator you needed to know that Harry can grow so much more if you just let him go, so you follow him, to say goodbye and sorry one more time.
When you got to you shared bedroom, you saw him walking out of the closet, eyes immediately meeting.
“I still hadn’t planned it out so far but I guess the time found it’s self”
Harry steps closer to you and takes your hand in his. Now in your hand, is a small velvet box.
Tears on the edge of both your eyes, but for a different reason now.
‘Just stop your crying, it’ll be alright’
“You’re it for me. And no matter how many times I have to reassure you of it, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. “
‘So please stop your crying baby it’s the sign of the times
runaway with me, to a world that only you and me’
“Harry- are you sure of what your doing” your voice trembling more that thought possible.
A scoff leaves his mouth.
“I’m sure. I want this. All of it. The big house on top of the hill, the four children running around screaming, the wedding, the dog, all of it.
So y/n y/l/n would you do me the honor of marrying me and living the rest of life together?”
He said now on one knee.
He sees right through you, he knows you could never stop living him even if you tried to, you two find home in each other.
So without an other thought, you rapidly nod your head and kneel down to be able to kiss Harry.
The kiss you shared was full of the unspoken sorry’s each of you feel needs to be said, the new promises that come with this new stage your relationship, just love, the immense love you two share.
“I love you.”
“I love you so much more.”
And there you were in your sweet tender moment, not a worry in mind, hearts beating in sync and lovesick eyes that gazed at each other.
After a few more moments Harry broke the silence.
“I love you so much that if you want me to scream it from the rooftops I will, if you need me to reassure you of your worth every day I will. I will do anything if it makes you happy.”
“I love you so much. Thank you for loving me as much”
“Forever.”
He’d already slipped the ring on your finger sealing this moment forever.
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Hi pookie wookie bear I’m back from walking my fish (having a fucking mental breakdown)😍 now can I get some F!Bot!reader x drunk!Rodimus Oneshot? Tysm pookie 😘😜🥺
Are you the same anon that sent the fort max request? Just curious. But here’s your requested oneshot
Warning(s): Female Reader, Reader is referred to with female pronouns and/or referred to as a femme
Drunk Captain (A drunk Rodimus with a femme/female bot Reader)
You had no idea how you ended up with him
“Rodimus…” you let out a sigh as the Captain in your arms let out a drunken giggle. Apparently, there was a party at Swerve’s, almost everyone was there except for Ultra Magnus and yourself, everyone got drunk, and you and Ultra Magnus had to do cleanup.
And of all mechs, you ended up with the obnoxious captain.
“Awe, come on—“ Rodimus let out a drunk hiccup, an equally drunk grin plastered on his face “don’t be so uptight all the time, my femme! Relax a bit!” He said with half-lidded optics, slinging an arm around your neck “Let loose!—“ he let out another hiccup. You let out another frustrated sigh.
You ignore the rest of Rodimus’ words as you arrive at the door of Rodimus’ hab suite. You quickly enter the code and open the door, walking inside. The captain’s hab suite is as neat and clean as you expected it to be. Which, wasn’t all that neat.
You plop Rodimus onto his breath, turning on your pedes to get out as quickly as possible. Suddenly, you felt Rodimus pull you down - catching you by surprise as you find yourself now on Rodimus’ berth, his helm on your chassis and arms wrapped around your back.
“Stay. Please.” It might’ve been the tiredness in you, or maybe it was his tone, or maybe cause of the heat that had suddenly rushed to your face, but you couldn’t bring himself to deny. Not when he looked so vulnerable, was vulnerable. Not when his tone a silent plea due to his drunkenness or something else, you couldn’t tell.
Slowly, you wrap your arms around his mid section, already feeling him falling alseep on your chassis. Atleast he was warm, that was what you thought before you felt yourself drift into the land of dreams too.
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sub!h wanting to feminise himself and do his makeup alongside y/n? 🥹🙏🏻🧎🏼♀️🫂
night out
summary: y/n helps harry get ready for their night out.
warnings: none.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
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“Don’t poke me in the eye.”
“Why would I do that?” Y/N snorted, trying to do Harry’s makeup as he sat on her lap. She just finished doing her own and thought it would be easier if Harry was just up close, which led to them moving over to the bed and Harry sitting down on top of her thighs (there wasn’t enough space on a chair, okay?) His hands were resting against her sides, sometimes squeezing and sometimes running up and down over her dress.
“Stop moving!” Y/N grasped his face gently, making Harry open his eyes while a smile rose to his face, dimples popping in his lightly pink cheeks.
“‘M not moving, you are.” He murmured and Y/N only huffed, jerking his head lightly to make him stop moving. She moved her hand down to his jaw gently, tilting his head up so she could start doing his lips. She sunk her teeth into her own lower lip as she did, never once tearing her eyes away from his pink, plump lips that looked like they were just begging to be kissed and bit and licked over until their lipstick was smeared all over each other’s mouths.
But, you know, that would happen after their night out.
“Done.” She said softly, clearing her throat as she tried to get all the filthy things out of her mind as she zipped up her makeup bag, sending a soft smile up to Harry as he looked at himself through a mirror.
“Not that bad.”
“Not that bad?!”
Harry grinned and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek to leave a mark.
a/n: honestly… one of my fav blurbs i’ve written 🤕
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I will never forgive Wayne family adventures for what they did to Bart Allen
#THATS NOT BART?? THATS WALLY#HIS HAIR HIS STYEL HIS EYES#or dick but#I just don’t like WFA#Bart Allen#impulse#Wally west#dc#dc comics#comics#Wayne family adventures#wfa
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BRO THEY MADE IT ON THE LIST🤯🤯😻
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wow I dunno if someone’s already asked or you’ve explained but how do u make ur stuff??? it’s so pretty I love how it looks like construction paper! keep up the good work :3333
THANK U SM!!!! ^__^ nobody asked this before on tumblr dw! basically i just draw lineless art except every piece(?) is on a seperate layer (bc of this my bugbo drawing had like 200 layers LOL) so that i can draw shadows under them! then i just create new layers above all the existing ones nd paste textures i find online on them nd change the layer option thing to multiply :3 im Not very good at explaining but i hope u somewhat understood what i meant
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“Militantes Suffragistes de la Femme Nouvelle à l'Hippodrome de Longchamp" agence Keystone (1936) à l'exposition “Parisiennes Citoyennes ! Engagements pour l’Emancipation des Femmes (1789-2000)” du Musée Carnavalet, octobre 2022.
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boys i am sleeping now because the migraine has finally bested me but i have been searching for any remnants of a gory sea lion & orca PMV using 'you are the moon' by the hush sound in a semi-realistic style and a tundra setting for hours
i watched it when i was younger and was just reminded of it it but just checked and it was gone. if anyone has any clues as to its wherabouts, or memories of the same PMV please hit me up i remember it VIVIDLY so vividly i could draw it
#tham talks#urgent news#man overbord#or like. missing in action#either way red alert man gone who else remembers this beast of an animatic#i cant cry even when i try but imagining the pmv just now to the music did make me tear up slightly which is a feat#i miss my little guy#pmv is blorbo from my shows but 2014 styel
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Christina Aguilera || Dave Hogan, 2003
#christina aguilera#xtina#dave hogan#photography#portrait photography#y2k style#2000s fashion#2000s aesthetic#makeup#styel inspo#beautiful#pop music
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