#november drabble challenge

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

Drabble Day One: Drink

Belated entry for @thedrabblecollective's November Challenge!

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Erwin x OC AN: Ties into "Of Devils and Monsters" Words: 100

“Here.”

Bleary, tired eyes meet her own, only confirming what Lozen suspects. She sets the steaming mug down to his right, which Erwin eyes briefly before looking back at her. Glacial blue eyes that are usually clear are dull and fighting with the heaviness of his eyelids even as they search her face for some hint of reproach. He won’t find it. She knows too well arguing with him to rest is a losing battle.

“Drink.” She nods at the drink. “You look like hell spit you back out you were so gross.”

She’s given a weak smile. “Thanks, Dani.”

[dogwooddiaries]

november tbitb drabble challenge 2/30

prompt: memories

A lesser man would let the past condescending glances and recollections rattle him.

"he's still so small"

"no JV boat to Poughkeepsie this year"

"the cost is too high…UW won't be traveling to Poughkeepsie this year"

"the sophomores boat is the one to beat"

So when the lane assignment, the strapped-in stroke, the whipping headwind, and four other boats jumping ahead at the starting signal taunt him, he yells from his gut, throwing his voice over the spoken words from his past, blanketing every objection and obstacle.

Bobby isn't here to dwell on memories; he's here to make them.

[sunshiline-writes]

Horror November 2024 #1: REST

Word Count: 277 

CW: Body horror ___

He can never rest. It always starts off slow. He wakes up with his eyes closed. Opens them toward the ceiling and he can feel himself breathing. Every inhale, every exhale. He can’t move, he can barely even blink. It’s like he’s frozen solid. Makes him feel cold too.

 A  shadow is at the foot of his bed. Its face is covered by a veil. Dressed in all black. It stays there for a minute even if it feels like hours. Then it places its hands on either side of his feet, leaning forward. There is a faint hissing sound before it starts to crawl. Limbs twisted wrong, head bent at an unnatural angle. It only gets more unnatural as it approaches him. Head turned upside down so the eyes are at the bottom. It crawls over him and he can feel the hands on either side of him, trapping him under it. Legs curled in, knees touching knees. 

It reaches up to touch his face and leans in real close. 

He can smell its breath. Like rot and shit and everything in between. One mangled hand goes under the veil and slowly lifts it. This is the worst part because he can feel every second it takes for the thing to lift the veil. Time swirls in his stomach as he waits. 

It lifts the veil finally and there is nothing. Just a black hole where a face should be. It leans forward even more, as if leaning in for a kiss. 

  The thing swallows him whole. 

He wakes up in the darkness.

He can still feel it’s breath on his cheek. 

He can never rest.

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

30 Days of November

i guess I have a tag list: @partiallypearl

3. Tea Time

On Sunday morning, Ronnie and her dad shared a cup of tea, which became routine. They would sit down at the table before proceeding with their plans for the day. Now that her life was bustling and she had a menagerie of friends to spend her time with, she was thankful to spend a calm morning with her father. The kettle on the stove whistled, and Ronnie pulled herself out of bed. The mug she always used sat in her spot at the kitchen table. Steam wafted from the heated air, and the smell of caffeine jolted her senses awake.

The teabag sunk to the bottom as it filled with water, color evaporating throughout the hot water. She stared into the water as it began to change color. Half asleep, nothing was going on in her head. Ronnie wasn't awake at all. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to getting up early, even though Gustavo had her come in early with the band. Father and daughter sat in comfortable silence.

"I hope those boys are treating you well. I haven't heard much about them."

Ronnie took a sip of her tea and winced. She underestimated how hot the water was. The steam fanned over her face, and she sighed contented.

"They... Nice." It was too early to formulate complex thoughts. "They're great friends for sure," she took another sip after the burning on her tongue subsided.

"Have they been giving you trouble?"

"Dad." Ronnie pushed her hair back. She had yet to run a brush through it. "The only person who gives me trouble is Kendall, but I can handle it. He needs someone to listen to him."

"You know, I think Kendall likes you." Her dad opened up the newspaper and put on his reading glasses.

"Seriously?" Ronnie snorted.

"Well, yes, but he also needs to get his shit together." Mr. Clark chuckled. "Do you think I'm lying?"

"No, it's just-"

"You don't think you're worthy of being loved by someone?" Her father raised a brow, giving her a look.

Ronnie took a deep breath, blowing the steam from her mug. "Where's your new job, again?"

Her father shook his head, laughing. "I'm a production assistant. I don't think you can change the subject."

"Dad, I don't want to talk about the guys." Ronnie tried to hide her frown, but he could see how uncomfortable she was.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's okay..."

Ronnie took another sip of her tea and leaned back in her chair. It creaked under her weight, and she flinched. The pair settled in comfortable silence. Golden light streamed through the curtains. It was a picturesque morning, and she didn't want anything to ruin it. She spent so few mornings with her dad, and she was worried something was getting between them.

But, for now, she could spend her morning with him. Even if for a little while.

--

[sisterdivinium]

Little update for anyone counting: VtM doctor superion AU is still in rewriting phase. I'm at page 32 of 106 and it is the equivalent to page 52 (of X) in the new version.

[purlturtle]

YOTP 2023 - November - growth

January, with an explanation | February | March | April | May | June | July | August | September | October

Pete smiled at his partner and her girlfriend, both laser-focused on the same book. This was good. It was good for Myka to have H.G. with her, and vice versa. They were both… not softer, really; Myka still punched him as hard as she ever did. But they were more relaxed, these days. Myka had fully dropped that whole “I don’t eat sugar” thing; especially when H.G. handed her something sweet, Myka (Myka Bering!!) indulged. 

And H.G. would laugh, sometimes, long loud belly laughs. 

And they both slept in. Well. “Slept in.”

Yeah no, this was good.

(on AO3)

[52drabbles]

The 'Year of the Drabble' has reached its Penultimate Month!

Yep, somehow or other November has sneaked up on us. Our prompts for the next four weeks are:

Nov 4 - Phrase: Under your nose Nov 11 - Song: Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye Nov 18 - Trope: Outsider Perspective Nov 25 - Word: “thread”

[novella-november]

Novella November 2024 Announcement Post

Hate AI, but love writing challenges?

Want to take part in a global, fun project to write a Novella in one month?

Grab some friends, and take part in Novella November, by writing 1,000 words a day for the month of November, ending with a 30,000 word Novella to test and stretch your novel-writing skills!

Your goal is not perfection, but merely getting into the habit of writing a litte bit every single day :D

No website, no sign-ups -- Just a community initiative to write using only your own word!

What are the rules? Just Three so far!

#1 - No AI

#2 - No Plagiarizing

#3 - Wordcount for the month should only come from what you write during the month.

What does that mean?

Only words written during November should go towards your Wordcount for the month... but! Feel free to use your 30k words as a continuation of previous writing, or just make it the first 30k words in a longer novel!

Don't think you can write a whole entire 30k word story? Write a series of short stories that total up to 30k!

Not ready to write original works yet? Write a 30k word fanfiction that you can post after the month is over!

Share your writing experience, tips, encouragement, and questions in the #Novella November tag!

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EDIT, from the tags: Want a progress tracker? Track your progress with TrackBear!

https://trackbear.app/

Don't have a word processor? Use LibreOffice , the free and open-source alternative to Microsoft Word!

Want to organize/storyboard your Novel and don't want to pay a subscription? Try 7writer by Simon Haynes!

Want to be able to listen to your story aloud for proofreading using TTS (text to speech)? Try Balabolka!

Or, create some custom progress / Goal Cards in advance you can fill out as you reach word goals! For ideas and templates, search this blog for "goal cards" :D

Want to do a writing challenge in more than just November? Check out my ideas here for year round challenges to keep you writing consistently! Got feedback? Send it in, I'd love to see everyone's ideas!

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EDIT 2: I almost forgot to mention, if you are unable to write/type your story, you can also narrate/dictate your story to your preferred recording device!

If you're doing a Recording only and it doesn't automatically generate a transcript, it would obviously be hard to judge the word count -- but you're also working with a lot of obstacles, so I'd say if you're able to complete your story via voice recording from start to finish, you've definitely achieved the goal!

Edit #3: added the title "Novella November 2024 announcement post" to the top to make it more standard with my Ominous October and Drabble December posts (will be updating Outline October shortly) , added "Official Announcement Post 2024" to the tags so people can easily find the monthly events for 2024, and added a bit of bold to the third bullet point in the original post from September 2nd 2024 for emphasis.

[cherry-leclerc]

true temptation ☆ cl16

genre: sainz!reader, humor, nnn (mommy, i can explain), smut, fluff, whipped!charles, established relationship

word count: 2k

Your boyfriend makes a decision to participate in NNN, but immediately regrets it when he realizes just how difficult it is to stay away from you. 

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, fingering

req!... probably the longest drabble i’ve done so far, but i hope you all enjoy! 

“You’re never going to last.”

The Monegasque’ eyes challenge you as you stand there unimpressed, hands on your hips. It had all started with him barging in on you and calling an ‘emergency couple’s meeting’.

Pacing the room, he goes back and forth, mumbling slowly, as if creating a plan up in his head. As far as you’re concerned, he was never going to actually do it. The man was obsessed with you. 

“Have a little faith in me,” he groans, hands brushing his hair back in despair. 

His so called - ‘emergency’ -  was that he would be taking part in No Nut November. No kissing. No sex. 

Or anything remotely related to it.

Walking up to him, you pat his chest. His hands find their way down to your waist, doe eyes staring back up at him.

“I will… But I’m going to make your head spin.”

-

He started off strong. He even felt a bounce in his step when he entered Ferrari Hospitality; he swore he felt like he was walking on sunshine. 

“You’re actually doing it?” 

Joris, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you weren’t around. 

“Oui. Why? Do you not think it’s a good idea?”

His friend tilts his head to the side as he thinks about it for a minute. “Not sure. All I know is that your and Pierre’s bet on who can last longer is never going to end up good. You can’t even go a single second without kissing her!”

“He said he could last longer than me? I have to prove him wrong….” His mind slips over to the last part. “I can live without her kisses for a month. It’ll be fine.”

The Ferrari driver makes his way to his team, properly analyzing what faults his car had and how he can make the best out of it. Frustrated, Charles rubs his eyes. 

“I will do the best I can, but I can’t promise a podium. Not with a car like this.”

Taking notes, Xavi nods as he walks away. “Hi, Xavi!” The sound of your voice instantly makes him ease up as he searches for you. His jaw goes slack.

“What are you wearing?”

Smiling wide with eyes crinkled, you rush over to him. “It’s only a dress.”

But it wasn’t just a dress. He knows you did it on purpose, wearing the little black dress he had last fucked you in. It’s the way it fans your thighs as the wind gently teases anyone passing by. 

“You’re supposed to be on my team. Are we really going to let Kika and Pierre win?”

Rolling your eyes, you tippy toe, naturally about to kiss him, but stop yourself before you do. He frowns. 

“You are sooo right!” You comedically screech as you slap your hands against your cheeks. “I do want us to win! Forget the kiss, my mistake.”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. 

“You’re a fucking nightmare.”

-

He’s a week in and he’s finally starting to lose his grip.

“You’re sweating buckets, mate,” Daniel points out as he lets out a loud laugh, doing a muppet dive. Charles unbuttons his collared shirt. 

“It’s the heat, it’s the heat.”

The Aussie furrows his eyebrows and he raises a hand up to feel the air. Light breeze. Shivering, you strut over to your boyfriend. 

“Can we leave? It’s getting too cold.”

And he hates the way that dress clings onto your body, your figure being completely shown off. Nothing but dirty thoughts have entered his mind from the moment he first saw you. 

“Sure.”

Kicking off your heels, you throw yourself onto the bed, face first. Shooo tirefff, you mumble against the sheets. He purposefully takes a seat across from you, knowing he’d be tempted to cross the line if he didn’t. 

Tossing over, you reach out for him. And he’s about to turn you down, but he notices the way your nose is painted pink - your cheeks, too - and soft, tired eyes meeting his. His heart melts at the sight. So, he reminds himself that a hug with his girlfriend is nothing bad.

Climbing onto his lap, you dig your face into his chest, short dress riding up. He physically has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan. Instead, he traces his fingers up and down your spine. You shudder.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck, Charlie?”

Right there, is his breaking point. He’s ready to kiss you, finger you, eat you out, fuck you, anything. But you giggle teasingly as you pull back, a wicked smile drawn. 

“Whoops. Never mind.”

-

He’s known you wouldn’t make this easy on him. It’s almost as if you’ve made it your mission to screw with his head - and while he would normally love it - in this case, it was killing him.

Dance with me, you would beg him and you sway in front of him. It was a rare moment of it just being you two, so naturally, you took advantage of it. You showered, did your skincare, watched a movie, but the moment you heard Sparks by Coldplay echoing from his phone, you immediately jumped up like a bunny.

Then, his heart would melt, and melt, and melt - and melt some more. It would only be a reminder of what a perfect match you both were. He would memorize your face once again; no makeup, eyebags due to long travels with him, a small cut on the bridge of your nose from earlier when Lando had accidentally hit you with his frisbee, pink lips he so desperately missed. 

He would oblige, the way you knew he would. He found home within you as you would both sway, your feet on top of his as he would lead you both, you having to do nothing but close your eyes and feel his heartbeat. And it was so sweet to know that it was only yours.

I love you, he would remind you as if he didn’t already tell you a million times before. As if it were a way to make up for all this. And you would say-

“I know.”

-

“How are you keeping up?” 

The Frenchman smiles proudly as he takes a sip of water. “I’m actually doing fine. You?”

Charles gulps, green eyes following to where you stand next to Kika.

“Good.”

-

“It’s actually not that hard.” 

Kika and you had been touching up on your boyfriend's challenge. She would say it as if it were the easiest thing. You slump against your chair.

“That’s not fair… Mine has the most beautiful face ever!”

“Hey!”

You squeal as she aims a pillow at you. I’m sorry! The Portuguese laughs too, sticking her tongue out. You sigh. “I do miss him, though.”

“Yeah…”

“Have we seriously just been talking about how horny we are?”

“Don’t say it like that!” She bites her lip. “We have.”

“Why did they ever think this was going to be a good idea?”

Propping her arm against the table, she beams. “It’s not, but I heard from Pierre about how much Charles is struggling.” You groan.

“Yeah, well that’s nothing but his own fault.”

-

It’s now been 2 weeks and he’s already given up. His pleads were convincing. 

C’mon, baby. Let me fuck you.

It’s been too long. I miss the way you taste.

But you stood your ground. 

“No, no, no.” You shook your head, running away. Seeing Carlos, you hide behind him. “You brought this onto yourself! Now you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Confused, Carlos questions you both on what you’re talking about. It’s just that your sister won’t let me-

“Stop! That’s my brother!”

The Monegasque shrugs as Carlos turns to you. What is he talking about? Your face burns up as you brush him off. “Nada, nada - he’s just being a jerk.” And so, he believes it and walks away, too tired to deal with any of it.

 You let out a squeal when Charles plunges towards you. He picks you up, carrying you to his motorhome.

“Let go!”

Dropping you onto his small bed, he stares down at you like a lion salivating over their prey. You suppress a whimper, clamming your legs shut. He raises a brow.

“You’re telling me you don’t want the same thing I do? I promise I’ll do it just the way you like it.”

Closing your eyes, you can picture it. You can feel him already, pressed up against you. You do want it, you do. Opening your eyes, you shake your head. 

“Just two more weeks to go.”

-

“We lost.” Taken aback, you snort. What do you mean? Your friend blushes before dragging you to the corner. “I mean that last night Pierre and I went out for dinner and one thing led to another and-”

“Okay, okay, I caught on!”

Giggling, she shimmies her shoulders towards you. “What are you going to do?” You pout as you stare back blankly. She sighs. “I’m talking about you and Charles! I mean you both already won - you could do whateverrrr you want.”

Stuttering, you cough before saying, “You made it loud and clear, thank you very much.”

-

Shivering, you climb into the passenger's seat of his Pista as you thank him for opening and closing your door. As soon as he climbs in, he turns on the heater. The Monaco streets were lonely, everyone already in their homes, sheltering from the light rain that had picked up.

“You want to pull over?”

You sound so sweet asking that he almost thinks he’s hallucinating or that any second now you’re going to surprise him with a, just kidding!

But he quickly could tell you weren’t and he doesn’t want to let the moment slip away. Not when he’s been waiting for so long. Screw it if he lost.

Pulling over on the side of an isolated street, he hauls you onto his lap. You thank the universe for skirts. Pushing your panties aside, his long fingers slide against your wet folds. You let out a wail.

“Fuck, you don’t know how I’ve missed hearing you.” He slides two fingers in. “Feeling you.”

Dazed, you find yourself grinding on his fingers. Every single time they would brush against your g-spot, you would kiss him harder. He slips them out, bringing them up to his lips. 

And he moans in a way you’ve never heard before. So fucking sweet. Blushing, you lean in to kiss him. You can still taste yourself.

“Charles, please - do something.”

Never during your entire relationship has he ever fucked you as hard as he did that day. His grip on your waist hurt, but it hurt so good. His cock would continuously brush against where you needed him the most, so much so, he left you seeing stars. Drooling all over him, you hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down rapidly.

“So tight – So warm.” He chokes when you ground your hips deeper. “So fucking good.”

Then, he finishes inside of you. His fingers slide down to your clit as he rubs it. You finish with a loud cry. Kissing you one last time, he slaps your ass. You scowl playfully.

“Admit it - you’ve missed it, too.”

-

“Just a few more weeks and you would have won!” Pierre clicks his tongue before kicking his legs up against the table in front of him. Charles rolls his eyes.

“I’m never doing that again.”

Kika smacks the Frechman’s thigh. “You both lost, remember? Only, you did before him.” The Monegasque quickly springs up.

“You’re saying we won?”

“You’re acting as if this were the fucking Olympics, Cha.” You drag him by the arm to sit back down as he starts celebrating his ‘accomplishment of the year’.

“What are we clapping about?”

Your brother strolls over to an open seat as he opens up a water bottle. Hurriedly, you screech, “Nothing! Only that the season is almost over-”

“He’s yapping about how he won No Nut November, except, he didn’t. 2 weeks and fucking does not count.”

“You did what?”

Jumping up, Charles trips over his feet as he tries backing away from the angry Spaniard. “I think I forgot my phone! I’ll be right back!”

Chasing after him, your brother yells out, “That’s my baby sister, cabrón!”

[yuujispinkhair]

So how is no nut November going w modern boyfie sukuna? Idk if u can get him to participate but if he does I bet he makes the whole month as torturous for u as possible.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, creampie, praise, face shot, overstimulation, light dub-con. All characters are of age. Credit for the banner @/benkeibear

Sukuna just huffs and rolls his eyes when he hears someone mention No-Nut-November. Your boyfriend never believes in abiding rules, especially not ridiculous ones like that! Who invented that shit anyways?! Sukuna will show them how much he doesn't let anyone tell him what to do!

He makes sure to nut in you exactly one minute after midnight to say a big fuck you to No-Nut-November, so proud of himself, moaning and smirking against your neck,

"Hmm fuck yeah, feels so good to nut in my girl. What a lovely way to start November."

He's an idiot, but it's incredibly charming somehow. And after all, he also makes sure to make you nut so good that you scream his name and leave scratches on his muscular back, so why should you complain?

A sane person would let it go after that midnight fuck. But not Sukuna. Your boyfriend is a rebel. If someone tells him to do No-Nut-November, he will take it as a personal challenge to nut as often as possible this month.

You whine beneath him, exhausted from all the times he made you cum in one session, pussy throbbing, clit pulsing hotly, both your bodies sweaty and the bedsheets soaked from all your combined cum. You feel light-headed, weakly running your hands up and down Sukuna's flexed, tattoed biceps as you look up at him with your eyes wet from tears,

"Kuna... Baby, I can't go another round... it's too much."

But your pink-haired menace of a boyfriend just smirks and snaps his hips faster, meaner, going even deeper, pounding your sweet spot so good that you mewl his name.

"Aww, princess, we are going at least two more rounds."

But he turns sweeter a moment later, leaning down to trail kisses over your neck while he humps your pussy with slow but deep thrusts.

"My princess can take it. I know that. You're my good girl after all, aren't you, baby? Aren't you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?"

Of course, you do, your pussy clenching helplessly around Sukuna's talented cock, squealing his name as your legs shake weakly, and your face feels so hot you think you have a fever as you shudder around his fat cock with the next mind-blowing orgasm.

And Kuna chuckles smugly, followed by a low groan of "Yeah, see, I knew it. That's my good girl. I love you, princess."

He pumps your overstimulated pussy full of another load of his thick cum, before giving his little Anti-No-Nut-November performance a cherry on top by nutting one last load over your pretty face this time, just to make sure.

PLEASE I NEED HIM SO BAD!! Sweet anon, thank you for sending me this!! Sukuna can always use me for his personal vendetta against NNN uwu ;)

I hope you enjoyed this little drabble!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

[dogwooddiaries]

november tbitb drabble challenge 4/30

prompt: rainy

Bobby loves rowing in the rain. It cracks something in the rowers' techniques, showing him where to pour better critiques and guidance. He'll use any circumstance to find improvement for his boys.

Then the secret reason he loves rowing in the rain: the way it tugs at strands of dark hair, curls sticking to a forehead creased in concentration, wet fabric that pulls and pastes itself across shapely arms and abs, rivulets of water slipping over flexing thighs. He imagines making that forehead crease, running fingers along the water's path. Cataloging each image, he stores them away for another time.

[sunshiline-writes]

Horror November 2024 #2: WHIPPED

WORD COUNT: 293

cw: cannibalism

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The thigh is where the most bone marrow is stored in most animals. The chef hummed as he cut the bone in half with the bone saw. The dust settled around them as they inspected the inside of the bone. The hard tissue would soften in the oven. 425 degrees for 40 minutes. Usually it would be 30 but they liked to make sure that the marrow was really soft and tender before they scooped it out of the bone. The fat too had to be mostly liquid. Sometimes it was easy to forget that fat was also stored in the bone. But you needed both to make whipped bone marrow.

They refrigerated it for around 20 minutes, mouth watering. When out of the refrigerator it was the consistency of light butter. Then they whisked for about five minutes as fast as they could. It was an experiment really, seeing if it would work out. A new recipe. Simple enough as they added herbs and spices to it. It made a good spread for crackers and toast. 

The crackers crumbled in their mouth as they took a bite. Delicious. Soft and savory with the spices they added. 

They took a plate of the spread with crackers and carried it down to the basement, turning on the light for the current resident there. They stared at them with empty eyes as they knelt down next to them. Spreading the whipped bone marrow on a cracker, holding it up to their lips. 

“You know? You taste delicious. You should try it. I whipped it myself. I might take the other thigh tomorrow. I have friends coming over next week.”  

There was no response. The chef might have to refrigerate them soon. Meat goes bad easy. 

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

30 Days of November

taglist: @partiallypearl @myloveforhergoeson

4. Rainy

In Vermont, Ronnie loved the rain. Rainy days were always her favorite. It didn't rain much in Los Angeles, but she would sit by the windows with a mug of tea for hours when it did. Her favorite part as the seasons changed was bundling up in warm clothing and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. The holiday movies were either hit or miss, but after Halloween, it went straight to those sappy Christmas movies on Hallmark.

But today, she sat outside in the pool area while everyone ran for cover from the downpour. The rain pattered off the concrete and made a pretty calming sound as it hit the pool. Resting her cheek in her palm, she sighed and closed her eyes. Then, the sound of rain hitting an umbrella cut through the calm and quiet, and she snapped her eyes open.

"Whare you doing?" Kendall stood there, holding an umbrella. He gave her a weird look.

"Nothing." It wasn't a lie or a coverup; she was quite literally doing nothing except sitting in the white plastic chair and listening to the rain patter against various surfaces.

"Well, can I join you?"

"Sure."

As much as Ronnie wanted to deny him the opportunity to sit with her, she wasn't mean. For once they were able to sit in comfortable silence without insulting each other, and she enjoyed his company. At least she was enjoying his company for now.

--

[peachsayshi]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dirty diaries

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni - gif by @sleepygetou 💓 (used with permission)

ೃ⁀➷ notes: @sleepygetou im blaming you for this quick drabble

ೃ⁀➷ tags: toji x reader; you convince toji to participate in no nut november; suggestive; mentions of groping; fluff - wc: 539

nov. 1 - 9:22 am

"hold on a second - we aren't allowed to have sex and I can't take care of myself either?!"

you smirk with amusement, scooping another spoonful of creamy ice cream from the tub. you're sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking your legs with intrigue while watching your husband place the last clean dinner dish in the cupboard.

"that's why they call it no nut novemeber," you explain, "you're supposed to be abstaining from sex and any sexual relief. oh, and you can't watch porn. that counts as part of the challenge..."

toji turns on his heel to take a step closer. he presses his body against your legs, dark eyes flickering to the spoon in your hand that you're slowly drawing it to his lips in order to feed him some of your ice cream.

he hums, "and the videos and pictures of you that I have on my phone..." he quips, both hands finding the meat of your thighs as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "does that count too?"

you tap the back of the spoon playfully against his nose, watching him scrunch it like a little kitten in response. "yes, they count..." you lecture, despite your cheeks growing unnervingly hot.

"can I still touch you?"

"you can but...like I said, it can't lead to us having sex or any sexual relief. these same rules will apply to me as well-"

"fuck that," toji scoffs, moving his hands further up until they are resting against your hips.

you stick the spoon back into the ice cream, keeping it place as you use your free hand to trail your finger along his jaw. "why not? you think you're going to lose that easily?"

he pouts; the front of his brows pinching together in annoyance.

if there is one thing about your husband that you know for certain, it's that he won't walk away from a challenge.

"what about kissing?" he grumbles, his cheeks turning pink. "because I'm not starting my day without my good morning kiss..."

you giggle, placing the tub absentmindedly by your side so you can wrap your arms around his neck. "kissing is fine," you sweetly assure him, and follow up by placing a gentle peck on his slightly blushing cheek.

he considers it for a minute before huffing in defeat. "alright, I'll guess give it a go..."

you can't stop smiling over the fact that he looks like a child who just had his favorite toy taken away from him and the expression is far too adorable for you to even handle.

"it'll be an interesting challenge," you prompt, already making bets that the man wouldn't last a week. "I promise I won't push your buttons..."

toji arches his brow, picking up on your playfully condescending tone. the hands against your hips snake their way up underneath his old tee that you're wearing, gliding carefully up along your soft tummy. he holds your gaze, can feel the change in your breath underneath his palms. "looks like we're both in it to win it," he murmurs, the scar at the corner of his uplifting into a sinister grin. he cups your breasts in his hands as he grazes over the buds of your nipples delicately. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior as well then, sweetheart. let's see which one of us caves first."

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November OTP Prompt Challenge - Harry/Nic - Day 7

Day 7 - Forest path

demonic pet

The moment you step foot on the island, you know that something isn’t right. 

The moment you step foot on the island, you know that something isn’t right. You’ve been prepared to fight evil, but the hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end regardless.

It’s been decided that each of you arrive from different directions to circle the enemy. You say a quick prayer and head deeper, toward the center of the island. Your feet stumble upon the forest path as if every twig and rock wanted to thwart you. There are noises in the dark that make you uneasy.

When you find a set of stairs carved into the rock you start climbing them. They are uneven and slippery and you’re out of breath by the time you reach the top. The ruins of the old tower loom menacingly in the background, and in front of it are the monsters you came to fight.

There is a throne made of stone, and Nicodemus Archleone sits atop of it. Even if you didn’t know how many people he tortured and killed you would know that he’s pure evil just by looking at him. It’s in the eyes. You want to believe he’s only a lost soul in need of saving too, but it’s hard to think there’s still a human being in there.

Around him, there are his accomplices, each deadly on their own: Polonius Lartessa, Nicodemus’s wife in her mantis form, stands next to his throne. Their daughter is kneeling between them, her hair ribbons of steel, already rust-colored with splotches of blood. There’s Magog’s huge form crouching the closest to you, pure muscle, terrifying in his sheer size. The smaller form next to him on one knee must be Namshiel. He used to look different before the Fallen corrupted the Baron of Chicago. Maybe he’s the most likely to surrender the coin. Or maybe not. The rumors say the man has always been hungry for power.

The last Denarian kneels by Nicodemus’s feet. Even in this position, you can tell that he’s a tall man. Some people say the Wizard Harry Dresden used to help people. Others say he always walked the left-hand path. The latter is easier to believe looking at him now.

He has a bejeweled collar circling his throat. It’s attached to a leash, and both are made of black leather just like his long coat trailing on the ground. The other end of the leash is in Nicodemus’s hand, but the wizard doesn’t seem to struggle to get away. He looks content, like a large, demonic pet at his master’s feet.

His eyes are half-closed, his dark brows drawn together in concentration. When he speaks, his voice is clear, carrying easily in the night air.

“There are four of them. One twenty yards behind us, one just reached the tower, and the last one is coming from the east. He’ll get here last.”

You feel cold dread seeping into your veins. How can he know that with such precision? Dresden lifts his gaze and looks straight at you, his brown eyes void of emotion. For a chilling moment, you wonder if he can read your mind.

Nicodemus considers that information for a moment, the fingers of his left hand sliding into Dresden’s hair. The wizard tips his head back and lets out a quiet moan. Your stomach turns from the obscenity it implies.

“This one’s no use to me,” Nicodemus says. “Get rid of it for me, Harry.”

It takes you a moment to realize by “it” he means you. Dresden’s grin is a wild thing, full of teeth. Violet eyes open above his brown ones and a sigil, shaped like an hourglass burns on his forehead.

You draw your sword, but it’s of no use because fire crackles through the night. It smells of sulfur as if coming straight from the depths of Hell. Fear and despair take hold of you and your prayers fall uselessly from your lips before white-hot pain starts consuming you whole.

Maybe your faith was never strong enough.

You fall to the ground in agony. The last thing you see is Nicodemus smiling, while Harry Dresden pushes his temple against his leg. A pet wizard, looking for affection after a murder well done.

“The others won’t go this quick, don’t worry,” Nicodemus says to him. “I have personal scores to settle.”

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( reaction ) failing no nut november ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ would they fail no nut november ヾ

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request. if you have your req open could you consider this! either a reaction or like short drabbles ig but the concept is: riizes reaction to u making them fail no nut november/ or trying to make riize fail no nut november

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope this is what you wanted...<3

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro﹚ .ᐟ

he would definitely give up if you asked him to, the moment you bat those pretty eyelashes he's gone. “what can i do for you baby.” he smiled , but from the look in your eyes he could already tell what you wanted. “i need you.” that's all he needs before he's like ‘the hell with this challenge.’ picking you up taking you back to your room and laying you down. “you need me baby?” his hands finding his way to your clothed slit, rubbing circles on your clit. “y-yes.” he chuckled. “so cute baby.” your sweet cunt soaking his fingers. “don't worry baby.” the challenge no longer on his mind.

“no need to beg i'll fuck you the way you need me to.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok﹚ .ᐟ

eunseok won't give in, he's not gonna give you what you want, no matter how much you beg him. “eunseok please.” you followed behind him. “what's the point of this stupid challenge?” you desperately pleaded with your partner. “don't you want to fuck me.” his silence pissed you off. “fine i’ll just go handle it myself.” he didn't like that at all. “go ahead and you won't cum at all in december.” he warned. “go ahead and touch what's mines, i dare you.” you whined, turning back to your room, still needy for your man's touch. “so mean.” you mumbled under your breath.

“keep talking back and you won't cum until january.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan﹚ .ᐟ

he'll give in— after he's done fucking with you, he loves teasing you but in the end he'll give you what you want. “baby it's just a month, you can't go a month without me fucking you?” he smirked , you rolled your eyes. “please if you weren't doing this to piss me off you wouldn't be able to go a month.” he chuckled. “whoa baby , that's big talk for someone who wants to be fucked , maybe we should see if we both can last until december.” your entire attitude changed making him smirk condescendingly. “i like this attitude better, now get on your knees.” you followed his orders, getting down on your knees. “good girl.”

“i don't give a fuck about this challenge i just want a excuse to fuck the attitude out of you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin﹚ .ᐟ

he wouldn't give in simply to fuck with you. wonbin is a fucking tease and loves to see you struggle, it turns him on to see it — if anything it motivates him to finish until the end. “wonbin you know you don't give a fuck about this stupid challenge.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “it been almost a month since you fucked me.” he smirked. “you keeping track of the days sweetheart?” you wanted to slap him but that wouldn't get you anywhere. “why can't you just fuck me.” he laughed, mocking you further. “because you need to practice self control baby you're begging for dick right now.”

“don't worry i'll fuck you when this is all over.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ

he’d give in simply because he can't not give you what you want. your his baby; and you're practically begging for him to fuck you… so he has to give his baby what she wants. he can participate next year , you needed him. “hannie please.” you begged into your boyfriend's ear. “i want you so fucking bad.” he smiled at you, cradling your face in his hands. “language princess.” you whined. “this game is stupid.” you sighed in frustration. “please just give up.” that's all he needed. “fine princess , be a good girl and lay down.” you were quick to undress yourself laying back , waiting for your man. “so pretty and desperate.” he said, now undressed. “so spoiled.” he climbed on top of you.

“always needy for my cock.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee﹚ .ᐟ

he's failing because he's not participating; number one munch here isn't gonna give up eating your sweet cunt for a let , let alone not fucking you for an entire month. you had to be the one to try and encourage him to go at least a month — it's last not even a full day. “sohee this is not how this works.” you try and push the boy currently in between your thighs away. he whined out like you cut him. “what do you mean i can't eat you out?” he questioned. “that's the whole point , not cumming.” you said. “well you don't have to cum , just let me taste you.” you pushed him away again, he cried out. “you have to wait a month.” he moved your hands , holding them down as he gave your cunt a lick. “fuck hee.” you moaned. “see that challenge is stupid.” he said.

“just let me make you cum on my tongue.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ

he'll last a week or two before he can't take it anymore; his need for you overruling any stupid challenge. “anton you wanted to do this challenge.” he hated when you brought it his grave mistake. “it's only a few more weeks.” he whined , wrapping his arms around you, his obvious hard on pressed against you. “baby please, it's just a stupid challenge with the hyungs , they don't even have to know.” he kissed the inside of your neck. “please don't ignore me, I'm so fucking hard.” he groaned, feeling you up trying to rile you up. “anton.” you sighed. “see you want this too.” his hands came up to your boobs. “we don't even have a to tell them.”

“just let me fuck you , please baby.”

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