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peachsayshi · 7 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 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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sparrownimbus2000 · 1 year

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The End!

Well, we have officially reached the end of November, and the end of Nano Poblano and of course, Nanowrimo. When I pasted my entire month’s worth of blogs into a Word document, the total word count came up to 12,567 words. Which to be honest is more than I have written in a month in MANY years. So I am Very Pleased. It was TOUGH. It was hard to prioritise time to write a post each day. I…

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okay what are ur thoughts on challenging steve to edge himself everyday for no nut november 🫣 do you think he would make it through the entire month????

okay this turned into a whole rambling thought fic ??? a whole 3k of it?? this is hella unedited cos i'm running out the door so i'll be back to check for mistakes but enjoy some sub!steve & some sorta mean!reader, definitely a hint of a humiliation & exhibitionism kink so beware if that isn't your thing! enjoy u horny bastards MDNI this entire blog is 18+

the whole thing comes about because of a playful bicker.

it’s starts with talking about how long you’ve gone without sex— with steve insisting his dry spell before you two started fooling around was way longer and more difficult than yours.

and you had laughed and teased, cooing about how he could absolutely not make it through an entire week without cumming like you did for a whole month— while he insists the opposite is true.

and steve is nothing if not a competitive bastard who loves to try prove people wrong. so you challenge him to last the whole month — no cumming, no nothing.

but you don’t say no touching. and steve, poor, oblivious to the consequences he’s going to feel very soon, figures there’s no harm in giving in to his morning wood, rutting against his sheets with these quiet grunts until he gets bored and rolls out of bed. it’s something he’s done before and his hard-on goes down in the shower like usual & he goes to work far too smug, feeling so confident and ready to brag when he sees you.

you come into family video middle of the day and steve delights, ready to demolish the challenge you’ve set, bragging about his easy morning and his killer restraint.

your eyebrows raise and you look pleasantly surprised — not miffed, like steve hoped you would — and you offer to raise the stakes. leaning over one of the shelves as he works idly, you change the rules a bit… and set a prize if he’s to complete your challenge.

“if you go the whole month, no cumming, i’ll let you fuck me,” you hum, a wicked smile on your mouth at the way steve straightens up. you’ve been fooling around, tucking your hands into each others pants like horny teenagers but you haven’t actually slept together yet. “anywhere you want, any way you want,”

and steve is smarter than he looks, even as you can see this lust glazing over his eyes— options, so many options pour into his mind.

you in his car, in his lap, riding him and making those nice pitiful noises you do. you in his bed, beneath him, head thrown back in his sheets as you cry out. you, against the wall behind the family video, hidden away but only just, moaning into his hand as you try to keep quiet while you fall apart on his cock.

his cock begins to thicken in his pants just at the thought & steve shifts his weight.

“what’s the catch?” he asks.

“to make your challenge more difficult, you have to touch yourself every day of the month.”

“touch myself?”

“mhm,” you nod, eyes darting down to his bulge. your wicked grin grows at the sight of it growing in his jeans. “properly. not just a little touch, a proper jerk off. how long’s it take you to get hot and bothered? let’s say 5 minutes of stroking, each and every day.”

you’ve got this look in your face like you don’t think he can do it — so of course, steve takes the bait.

“easy.” he snips back, eyes narrowing. “hope you’ll spend the month getting prepared to take it. after a whole month of nothing? can’t promise i’ll be too gentle.”

your smile turns almost feline.

and so it begins. the first few days sail by, steve easily using his mornings in bed to stroke his cock idly, feeling his desire swell and then letting it swirl down the drain in a shower that gets colder every day. after the fifth day, steve has to admit it’s not nice — he can feel his mounting urge to cum building up but it’s not terrible. it’s certainly ignorable. he’s got this in the bag.

another five days pass— but now, he’s waking up aching hard. it takes longer now in the shower to get his hard-on to flag and worse when steve realises he has to still jerk off to win your challenge. his hand feels so much softer than usual and his keyed up lust springs to the surface to moment he starts to stroke himself— steve groans lowly, pressing his head against the tiles and tries go think of unpleasant things.

he fucks up on day 13.

his alarm goes off late and his dream had been lewd and vulgar, an endless loop of sinking his fat cock into you and envisioning how wet and warm you’d be around him. his cock is throbbing when he drags himself out of sleep and he realises he’s been humping against the mattress in his sleep.

the cold shower helps, barely. shivering beneath the icy spray, steve stares at his thickened cock and groans— knowing if he wraps his hand around it now and fucks his fist, he’ll cum in a minute.

so he leaves it and goes to work, wound up enough to snap at robin and then apologise 20 minutes later. you come into his work again, having been absent for the last couple of days, and it’s like you can smell it on him.

“hard morning?” you smirk at him.

“fuck off,” he growls, shoving a vcr back onto one of the shelves. then he looks back at you. “i’m still winning your stupid challenge by the way.”

“uh huh,” you say, not believing him at all. “how’s it’s been going? fucking your cock but never getting finish?”

even your words have an effect on him. steve feels his body flush, his dick strain in his pants, his gut churning with heat. he stiffens up and scrambles to think of a reply — but you’re already laughing.

“oh man, we’re not even halfway through the month and i think you could blow in your pants right here.” you muse teasingly. steve grips the shelf tighter and shakes over the fluster you have on him.

“i have more self restraint than that,” he snips back. the flush passes and he resumes his task, flashing you a quick glare.

you nod and hum again, like you don’t believe a thing he’s a saying, and then he’s watching you head out the door again.

the moment steve realises he’s fucked up is when he’s getting into bed. his cock is, thankfully, not hard — even if there is this persistent tug from his balls that never seems to leave. but he hasn’t stroked himself at all today.

painstakingly, he begins to — soft, gentle strokes over his cock, hoping, praying he can get five minutes in without working himself up too bad. it’s futile because it only takes about twenty seconds behind his cock is twitching in his hand, growing heavier, the head of it beginning to dribble pre-cum and steve moans in anguish into his pillow.

he stares at his alarm clock and strokes slowly, so slowly, having to stop every couple of seconds until finally five minutes passes. steve sighs and releases his cock which twitches in response, the head giving a sad spurt of pre-cum. he’s so keyed up he can’t possibly sleep. his cock is so hard it’s throbbing.

as he pulls his boxers up and buries himself under the duvet, but every touch is too stimulating, his skin on fire with how the urge to cum itches beneath it. he ends up having a very cold shoulder at 3am and his cock never fully softens.

it’s brutal from there on out. from day 14 onwards, his cock remains in this permanent state of aching, always half thickened and ready to go the moment it gets some stimulation. which turns out, is far easier to get now— jeans on the tighter side, the right seat, even the rumble of his car beneath him are enough to have steve swearing and pushing at his crotch, willing it to go down.

that’s how you find him on day 20, five minutes late for his shift because he’s staring down at his tented jeans and trying to think of anything to make it go away. your tap on his window makes him startle, seizing in his seat before he realises it’s probably the only person who’s expecting to see him with a boner in public.

“hard morning?” you joke again, this time pointing at his obvious bulge.

steve glares at you. “you already made that joke.”

“and you didn’t appreciate it the first time!” you say back cheerily. you round the front of his car and open the door, plopping yourself in the passenger seat like you own it.

“what are you doing?” steve asks, going to cross his arms but feeling terribly exposed. he settles for covering his groin, muscles twitching at the slight stimulation the weight of his hands does. his hips twitch forward.

“i’ve got a proposition for you,” you say.

steve shakes his head instantly. “nope, no way.”

you laugh at his quick insistence. “wait listen! i think you will want to consider it, okay?”

you pause and when steve doesn’t say anything more, just eyes you warily, you continue.

“i will knock off five whole days off your challenge,” you hold up your hand, fingers splayed out to indicate the number. your mischievous eyes make steve worry. even if five days off makes his challenge that much easier.

“if you do your five minutes today right now.”

steve blinks. his chest flushes hot at your proposal as it sinks in— here, in the parking lot in front of his work, you want him to jerk off for five whole minutes?

“what? right here?” the question bursts out of him.

it’s not busy out in the least. even in the store, steve hasn’t even seen keith walking about or any customers milling around. he knows keith won’t come outside to fetch him and he’s the only car in the parking lot, besides one another that parked down the other end.

“five minutes for five days off,” you say, twiddling your fingers with a wicked smile.

steve considers it, even though he can already feel his cock growing harder beneath his hands. he groans and throws his head back against the headrest. was he really about to do this?

he looks at the time and then starts to undo the button of his jeans. fuck, guess he was.

he steals a glance at you as he pulls down his zipper and tugs his jeans down a couple inches to expose his boxers. the mischief from your smile has faded, a hunger taking its place. steve averts his eyes, far too aware of how his cock twitches in his boxer at your attention.

he slips a hand into his boxers and curls it around his hard cock. a keening noise pulls from his throat and steve blushes scarlet— all his little noises as he’s spiraled into this lustful denial haven’t had an audience until right now.

he shifts his hand up, a slow stroke, but you’re quickly reaching out to grab his wrist, halting to movement. steve opens his eyes, not sure when they had closed, and makes a noise of confusion.

you grin deviously. “wait,” you point to the clock on the dash. “you can go when the minute changes, big boy.”

steve’s hips jump forward at your words, both the name and your denial. he groans before he can help it, his eyes trained intently on the dash. in his hand, his cock leaks pitifully, a wet spot beginning to stain through his boxers.

humiliatingly, you notice it too. “aw, you’re making a mess and you haven’t even started.”

“stop,” steve murmurs, aiming for stern but failing pathetically. the word comes out as a whine. his cheeks glow fiery hot.

you laugh and then tap his wrist— the minute having flicked over just a second ago.

steve starts his stroking, slow and easy, his eyes slipping closed. five minutes, he can do five minutes of jerking off. even if he was suddenly keenly aware of your watchful gaze, of the window beside him, of the pure exposure of the situation.

“that’s not jerking,” you huff disapprovingly. steve’s eyes crinkle open, his mouth already hung open as he pants softly. his hand does another pass over his cock and he smothers a moan into the palm of his hand.

“go faster or it won’t count.” you say wickedly and steve whimpers, his hand obeying without thought. with the way he’s leaking all over himself, it only takes a couple long strokes before he’s making lewd, wet noises as he fucks into his hand.

it shouldn’t be as hot as it is — rubbing his own cock while you watch, eyes darting between his moving hand and his flushed face. steve can hear himself making little noises with every exhale, tiny little whines as he burns up. the coil in his tummy tightens unexpectedly.

“f-fuck-!” he stops his hand completely, gripping the steering wheel with the other as he feels his orgasm swell. it grows closer, so near to tipping over that steve can’t control his hips as they keep moving, rutting into the air frantically, into nothing, as they try to get him over the edge.

it takes another thirty seconds for his breath to catch and steve to settle down enough to not cum immediately. he quivers in his seat. his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“that was really cute,” you muse, eyes almost feline, dragging up and down his body, slow as trickling honey. steve feels his cock twitch at your words, flushing hotly when your eyes dart to his boxers and definitely notice.

“not five minutes though,” you say with teasing tilt in your voice. you point to the clock on the dash. “i think that was… 1 whole minute?”

despite how he tries to stop it, steve can’t help the pathetic noise he makes in response. he wants to be able to finish this stupid fucking challenge you’ve set, wants to prove himself, wants to be good.

he starts moving his hand again before he can consider how bad of an idea it is. he should just say no and do the next ten days. but it’s wet and warm in his hand, the tip of his cock so drippy that he can pretend his hand is yours. you seem pleasantly surprised to see him going again so soon, your lids low as you watch him closely.

“are you normally this loud?”

steve knows you mean the slick noises coming from the way he’s fucking into his hand. he tries to huff but it comes out as a quiet moan and his face flushes hotter again.

he shakes his head instead, his hair scraping against the headrest. god, his neck is burning up. he’s pretty sure he’s never been harder in his life — but fuck, he can’t stop now.

“how- how ma- many minutes?” the words strain to get out, wrapped in his arousal. his nipples peak hard in his shirt, the friction only adding to his pleasure.

at some point, his hand stopped moving all together and his hips started doing all the work. steve presses against the drivers seat, hips lifting off and bucking into his hand and— shit, it’s too much, the sticky boxers are gonna make him cum if he rubs against them one more time.

in haste, he shoves them down his thighs, exposing his cock to you and anyone who deigns to take a peek in his window. something churns in his gut and steve screws his eyes up, willing himself not to cum yet. so close, he’s so close.

“just one more,” you say, suddenly sounding more breathy than before. steve’s eyes snap open, darting over to look at your face — but you’re fixated on his crotch, watching with a hungry expression.

your eyes lift to his face. another devious smile. steve whines. so close, he’s so fucking close, so close he can taste it. he can win, he can do it.

“steve,” you say softly, reaching out to nudge his chin in your direction. he wasn’t aware of when his eyes slipped shut again but your staring him in the face all lovingly, all wickedly and steve wills his orgasm down. another minute, another fucking minute, he can wait, he’s so close he’s— “cum,” you command.

steve does. white hot flashes through his body as he tips over the edge, ecstasy washing over every sense, stronger than he's ever felt before. his cock kicks up in his hand and a whorish moan drags out of his throat as he paints the steering wheel with ropes of cum.

for a minute, steve doesn't give a fuck if he's just lost— he just cares about how fucking good it feels to fuck his fist, to feel every pass over his slit all the way through his body. he whines and whimpers as the feeling tapers off, his hips finally settling down into the seat.

the mortification of what he's done begins to set it, like the drizzles of cum drying on his steering wheel. he can't stop panting, can't think of single word to say, his lips opening and closing as he tries to recover from the best orgasm of his life.

he hears the car door open and it shoots him into gear, stuffing himself back into his sticky boxers, a shiver going down his spine at how unpleasant it feels. oh fuck, and he's got a whole shift ahead of him.

you're still hovering, one hand on the open car door, leaned down and watching him frantically try to recover— all with that damned wicked smile on your face.

you rap your knuckles on the roof of the car. "damn. better luck next month, right harrington?"

you don't sound sorry at all. steve watches you close the door and leave, weaving between the stores and out of sight as his cock softens and his boxers grow colder. he screws his eyes up and smacks his head back against the headrest.

he's so fucking screwed.

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caelisblade · 6 months

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LOSING NO NUT NOVEMBER !

characters ; tartaglia ; thoma ; ayato ; kaveh & al-haitham x fembodied!reader w no pronouns

synopsis ; finding the idea of no nut november stupid, you decide to take matters in your own hands by making your boyfriend lose on one of the first few days

read separate cw’s for each!

repost from my old blog yaesnovels !

TARTAGLIA ! cw: consensual somno, established relationship, handjob (m receiving), oral (m receiving), he kinda whiny, no mentioned protection!

he always looked so peaceful when sleeping.

well, it was time to change that, wasn’t it? you slowly pulled his shorts down, careful not to wake him in the process. slowly, you started to stroke over his length, holding yourself back from a giggle when he got hard quite quickly.

you immediately leaned down to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around him. if one of the few other times you woke him up by giving him head – he had told you that he loves you doing that and he was already twitching and breathing heavily – said something, you could already tell he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from coming once he wakes up.

you then started to take him deeper into your mouth, your hand still around his girth and moving it up along with bobbing your head up and down, hearing him groan out loudly and his fingers tangled up in your hair. you grinned up at him as you pulled off. “good morning sunshine”, you giggled.

he grunted a ‘shut up’ and pushed his cock back into your mouth. he already admitted defeat, and it hadn’t even been a long time since you had started sucking him off. “i told you … it’s no nut november”, he whimpered, hips twitching.

“and i told you”, you lifted your head for a moment to talk, “i don’t give a shit.”

continuing his sweet torture, you continued bringing him closer to the edge with your hand, his moans growing louder with each stroke. you giggled when you “might as well make him lose immediately and get this out of the way.”

just before he would’ve finally lost that stupid challenge, you stopped and took your own underwear off, making yourself comfortable on his lap, before you sank down on him.

“you slut… you really can’t stop yourself for a month now, can you?”, he grunted, hands tightly on your hips as he started to thrust up and had you cry out in pleasure. “might as well let you do all the work since you’re so impatient, huh?”

he laughed at you shaking your head to refuse. oh, he was going to enjoy this way too much.

THOMA ! cw: rush of getting caught, no mentioned protection

stupid fucking challenges.

and stupid fucking kamisato ayato for making your boyfriend participate in this sort of bullshit. you looked at thoma pensively, not even slightly finding it funny that he refuses to give into his (and your) needs. the young male, however, didn’t even bat an eye and continued his chores around the estate, not even acknowledging your presence in ayato’s bedroom that he was tidying up right now.

you were pretty sure he was trying his best to ignore you because he was already struggling to maintain his composure. when you looked down on his crotch, still sitting on ayato’s bed as you had your chores already finished, you saw that he was in immediate need of a cold shower and couldn’t help but smirk knowingly.

“thoma~?”, you called for him, looking at him innocently.

“no”, he immediately refused, almost leaving the room but you held him back. he sighed at your pout, leaning down to give you a little kiss on the lips. “sorry, that came off a little too rough, darling. but you know i can’t. if i give in, i’ll have to eat ayato’s … interesting meals for the rest of the month and i can’t do that.”

“but he doesn’t have to know”, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him on top of you, laying down on ayato’s bed, not caring that it wasn’t even your own bedroom in that moment. “i just need you so badly right now. don’t worry, i won’t tell him.” you felt his hard-on pressing against your core. looking right into your eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down again and kissing you desperately. the kiss was passionate, rough and you could practically feel how desperate those last few days thoma must have gotten from keeping himself in check.

“are we really going to just fuck here?”, you giggled when he pulled you up a bit to get rid of your t-shirt.

“honestly? i couldn’t care any less about where we are right now”, thoma mumbled as a reply, pushing you down on the bed once again to kiss and shut you up again. neither of you could stop giggling as he slowly took off clothing after clothing until he was all naked on top of you and slowly pushed his cock inside, groaning in the moment your walls immediately clenched around him tightly.

“now, that was fast.”

he honestly couldn’t care less about ayato in that very moment.

AYATO ! cw: sending him pics of yourself in lingerie while he’s at work, teasing, degrading?? like once, no mentioned protection

“sweetheart, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

you giggled at the pic you just sent him. you had to admit that you, indeed, looked just like ayato loved seeing you – in one of the lingerie sets he encouraged you to purchase. and now you had decided to tease him with sending him those pictures of yourself, in just the moment he was in an important meeting with investors.

why are you on your phone? aren’t you in a meeting, darling?

you texted back, knowing that he wasn’t really in the mood to play around – considering he had been holding off on that no nut november challenge he heard of from one of his coworkers. why he would put himself through such torture was a big question to you.

i know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart. it’s not going to work.

i’m not trying to do anything, ayato <3

you let yourself fall back on the bed, giggling at your victory. you knew that those pictures probably made him so hard already that he would cancel his meeting just to come back. it did happen before.

you were in such a good mood that you just got up again, putting on a gown to cover yourself up, going around the beautiful garden of the kamisato estate to wait for ayato to finally take the bait.

it took him an hour to be back at home.

“you look so beautiful, baby, such a beautiful mess for me, are you not?”, he whispered in his usual, condescending voice while he didn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath as he was pretty much slamming his hips against yours; at the same time, he was slowly rubbing your clit.

“pity that you are just such a slut for me. i should probably just come on you, right? you should’ve been good for me if you wanted me to come inside”, he wondered, smirking at you shaking your head as a no. he roughly gripped your chin with his hand. “don’t think you will get a say in this. i lost that bet with miko just because of you. now you might as face those consequences, beautiful.”

KAVEH X ALHAITHAM ! cw: poly relationship, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, fingering, you’re the one who loses the challenge

“we did tell you to stop moving around so much, didn’t we darling?”, al-haitham whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine with his deep voice. he was holding you tightly in your place while kaveh was holding your thighs tightly while he was lapping up your cunt, making you cry out.

“shh, don’t cry, sweetheart. we’re both here now, aren’t we? there’s no need for you to cry.”

oh, fuck al-haitham’s soft and condescending voice. the first time he had been so sweet to you. based off your first impression of him, you didn’t think it was possible for him to be that caring and sweet, but first impressions sucked anyway, right?

neither of them cared that you had already came for them once and the continuation of kaveh eating you out had you sob out due to the overstimulation. based on your previous sexual encounters, you knew that kaveh was a giving lover and he loved seeing you being a total mess for him and loved to make you feel good.

while al-haitham was the more teasing type – he loved to edge you until you’d tell him you’ll leave and ask kaveh to make you come since he wasn’t able to. that would hurt his ego.

al-haitham leaned down a bit to leave soft kisses over your face, making you giggle while kaveh slowly slid a finger inside your cunt while al-haitham sneaked one hand down your body, pinching your nipples to make you even more sensitive for them.

“i love you both a lot but if you don’t stop i won’t let you lose that dumb challenge”, you threatened. you had agreed on a “reverse” no nut november challenge – that being, it wasn’t them participating in the challenge. it was you. and as they had previously noted before it was november first, they wouldn’t take long to get you weak for them. which ended up being the truth.

it was only the second day of the month and you were a total mess for them already. you loved your boyfriends but they were such a pain in your ass.

well, they knew what they were doing and you weren’t complaining. you had already lost the challenge, you might as well enjoy it.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #tartaglia smut #childe smut #ayato smut #thoma smut #alhaitham smut #kaveh smut #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin smut

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writingdotcoffee · 7 months

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The "Alt" NaNoWriMo Challenge

I'm a big fan of NaNoWriMo and the energy the event breathes into the writing community. Hundreds of thousands of people start working on their novels at the same time. Lots of people share their progress and cheer each other on. Several now-famous authors have started their best-selling novels during NaNo over the years.

That said, it's not for everyone. Writing 50,000 words per month is a serious commitment. Doing it alongside school or work is no joke. In fact, most people who sign up don't finish. According to these stats, only 1-2 out of every 10 participants complete the challenge.

I've never joined NaNoWriMo myself. I'm a slow writer, and I know that I would burn out. Instead, I set a different writing-related challenge for myself every November.

In 2018, I started reading one short story every day. It turned into a regular habit, and I ended up reading hundreds of short stories over the following few months.

Last year, I wanted to build a 30-day writing streak. In the end, I wrote for 232 days in a row. 2023 became the most productive year of my writing life by far with over 250,000 words written.

This year, I will be doing something similar, and I want to invite you to come along for the ride.

The Idea of "AltNaNo"

The idea of finishing a novel in a month seems outrageous to most people. That's what makes it so compelling. It's like standing at the foot of a snowcapped mountain with a rope and a couple of ice picks. The challenge itself is inspiring.

The AltNaNo challenge is the exact opposite. The goal is as small as possible on purpose. The focus isn't to achieve this massive feat but to squash all excuses and merely start writing.

You may not be able to write 50,000 words in a month. But almost everyone can find 15 minutes to write every day.

The Challenge

The goal is simple: Write for at least 15 minutes every day in November.

Writing 100 words and calling it a day after 15 minutes is a success.

Spending longer and writing 500 words is a success.

Wrestling with a difficult scene for 15 minutes and writing only a single sentence is a success.

Spending 15 minutes trying to write after a long day and not producing a single word is a success, too.

Be a tortoise. We all know how the story goes.

How to Join

I've set up daily challenges for the first week in Writing Analytics, if you wanted to join us there:

Day 1/30 ✅

Day 2/30 ✅

Day 3/30 ✅

Day 4/30 ✅

Day 5/30 ✅

Day 6/30 ✅

Day 7/30 ✅

I'll be posting daily updates on the blog as well.

PS: If you'd like to learn more about developing a writing habit, check out this free course I launched a few weeks ago.

#writing #writers #write #amwriting #writing advice #writing life #writing tips #writeblr #writing challenge #altnano

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faszaakisshobbi · 6 months

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november tc challenge! oops ive been falling behind on this

20. do you have any photos with them? if so, how did you get them?

Sadly I dont have one with :(( I really want one!! idk

21. do you plan on staying in contact after you leave?

Yes yes yes!! Of course!! I can’t imagine not staying in contact. She always stays pretty close with her students because of how she teaches and builds relationships. A former student even invited her to a wedding. I really hope we can continue to be close and stay connected even if we aren’t in the same city. (im praying she sees me enough as a daughter for us to stay in contact).

22. what’s your favourite scenario you’ve made up in your head about them?

I like thinking about just curling up next to her and her holding me. Thats kinda wimpy and touch-starved of me but oh well

23. have you ever seen them outside of school?

She doesn’t teach me IN a school setting so??? But I have seen her outside of our lessons handfuls of times :))

24. does anyone else know about your crush? who?

I suppose my best friend sort of?? Its okay because she also has attachment issues to milfs.

#november tc challenge #tc challenge #teacher crush community #teacher crush #female teacher crush #teacher attachment #female tc #tc crush #tc feelings #tc blog #tc love #tc community

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hotelofheroines · 6 months

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"Jeez. Twelve days into it, and I'm starting to have trouble getting in the mood."

"Well, I'm still going strong. But if you want to take a few days off or find somebody else to change it up, I wouldn't be offended. I'm sure I could find some people to sleep with for the extra points."

"Yeah...As much fun as scissoring you is, doing it for a dozen days in a row is getting too routine. And my pelvis is a little sore..."

#resident: Kisala #Resident: Lilika #hotel events: blog games #Hotel November Challenges

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whumptober · 9 months

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Whumptober 2023 Event Info & Rules

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.

The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to an 'old flame' - an old relationship. It's truly down to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participations as much creative freedom as possible.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

If you are uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag them with:

#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3 …..(theme/theme number)

#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, ... (ironman, originalcontent, oc ...)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

#whumptober2023 #event info and rules #whumptober information #event info 2023 #event info #whumptober

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dilfhos · 8 months

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NO NUT NOVEMBER

#!WHO; GOJO SATORU X F! READER

cc: somnophilia, desperate humping, no nut november theme hehe

NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DFI.

it’s eerily quiet. as expected late at night. sleep’s found itself evading gojo who lies still beside you. he tries to find some sort of way to help his restless mind cease but fails miserably. retracting the days events didn’t help, even going as far as to count was a futile effort. he gets sidetracked at thirty-seven to the sound of a deep sigh. he turns, leaning on his elbow to face you.

when his sight adjusts he gazes over your slumbering form. you’re facing away from him, ass jutted out inches away. his eyes follow the curve of your hip, the way your knee is positioned higher than the other.

cheeky girl, even unconscious, you’re driving him mad. tonight you wear an oversized t-shirt, his tee, nothing underneath but your cute little panties— oh you tease.

he remembers the downward curve of your lips when he taunted you about them earlier. the way you shivered as his fingertips caressed your hips. you wanted to give in so bad, it was all over your face. in the tiny little buck of your hips when his lips connected with your neck. in your pitiful whine when he pressed himself up against you. he almost had you…but not quite.

“you’re not off the hook yet,” you had chuckled before pulling away. you’d given him a chaste kiss before dancing out of his grasp. he watched as you go, chuckling lightly to be a good sport but beneath it all, gojo was devastated.

now your slumbering form is unaware of the soft schlicks coming from behind you. gojo doesn’t mean to, he can’t help it. all of this time— you should be proud of how long he’s gone without defying your wishes. naive and unknowing to the shameless thoughts running rampant through the man’s mind as he fought it.

his face adorns a bashbul blush as his teeth clench around the hem of his shirt. he inches his sweats down further; looking down he can see the way the light catches on the slick starting to gather at the tip. his thumb swipes it, palm dragging the moisture down his hard cock making him shudder a bit.

gojo groans as he pushes your shirt up higher. if he leans in close enough he can see the way the cotton material clings to your puffy outer lips.

your conditions were a bit difficult. when you first introduced the challenge to him the second week, he laughed. real funny. but you laughed too…yet you were serious.

your tired grumbles don’t go unnoticed by his ear. he shifts until he’s pressing up against your rear, his head propped on a hand, elbow mashing against the pillows. he steadies his palm on his cock, not ready yet. his lips brush your neck, your ear, leaving the softest of kisses on your cheek.

it started off fine.

“those are the conditions. the best you could come up with?” he had teased. “sure ill play along, this’ll be a walk.”

he could do it. it was only about three weeks right? all he had to do was not think of anything remotely exciting. then you had to make it hard. deliberate or not, it was driving him nuts, it wasn’t fair! walking around in nothing but his shirts, fluttering your lashes up at him, talking to him with a purr in your tone.

by day eight he was losing it. when you brushed up against him in the kitchen on day last week, he caved in, locking himself in the bedroom to edge himself, feigning a stomach ache when you bugged him, oh so concerned! he bitterly thought of you that day as he thrusted his hips against pillow, shamelessly wishing it was your mouth.

was it cheating? so what. yesterday, he was so out of it. his mind only plagued by what the hell he was gonna do you when it was over. he couldn’t even be in the same room. when you’d approach he’d give you only but a fleeting kiss before mumbling about something he forgot to do.

gojo now presses further until he’s almost aligned with the cleft of your ass. this’ll work though.

it starts with a small roll of his hips, one that causes your t-shirt to ride a bit. he moves it out of the way, the fabric a nuisance. a barrier. he opts for the frilly feel of your panties instead.

he tries not to be loud, really he does but the way you’re sighing and shifting, it only makes the blood rush straight to his dick and his groans louder. only he doesn’t mean to dig his nails that deep into the grip of your side. you stir seconds later, letting out unintelligible whimpers before blinking awake.

“uhn…gojo what’re-”

“shhh, its nothin’ go back to sleep,” but its not nothing, you could feel something hot and hard rutting against your ass, his hand heavily cinching your waist to hold you in place.

you’re awake now but it doesn’t matter, he’s not done. just hold still for a little while longer. let him get off for all the days he’s been good. fortunately, you comply, you teeth worrying your lip as you tremble in his grasp.

“hmm…nng…fuck,”

he moves closer as if he’s wanting to become one. his desperation would’ve been funny had it been any other circumstance. one where he isn’t waking you up by rutting against your body like a mutt. you turn over and gojo shifts until he’s fully on top of you, his cock heavily resting on your thigh. you make the mistake of looking up at him. the way his eyes catches on what little pale light was in the room made him look inhuman. his usually piercing blue eyes, dark.

he buries his face in your neck, inhales your clean scent. he feels a bit of shame but with how your soft plush thighs feel against his hard cock, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. his hips began to move, slow at first to feel the sensation of you against him.

wetness oozes onto your skin, the sticky texture unmistakably his arousal. you dare not move as he continued to drag his cock along your dampening panties, the apex behind them beginning to clench and drool. the sounds he makes right next to your ear were breathless and downright sinful, desperation dripping in every whine. his lips messily sought out your own, the exchange a clash of lips, teeth and drool.

he’s fully in between your legs now, cock grinding against your clothed cunny. you can’t help but mewl as he presses further, the tip catching on your sweet clit. your stomach heaves as you look down, angry leaking tip moving up against your cunt. his large palms grab at your thighs, pushing them flat against the bed as he continues to buck his hips.

“gojo…” you whisper, clinging to him.

“I’m almost-fuck,” his hips gain momentum, he’s full on humping you as if he’s actually inside. the friction is delicious on both ends—he hits an angle and your bud rubs against him again. it isn’t until your hips jut up to chase him and his reckless thrusting when he shudders with a broken whine.

“mmmg…!” gojo twitches, slowly rolling his hips until he stills, licking at the corner of your mouth and placing a quick kiss.

he falls back on his side of the bed, his softening cock pressing against the waistband of his sweats, a cocky grin on his face.

“you couldn’t just wait?” you hiss in the darkness once your heart steadied.

“its your fault for making me do this silly challenge anyway.” he leans in closer, warmth tickling your ear as he hums, “and honestly, i could’ve done a whole lot worse.”

his fingers starts to dip past your waistband but you shy away, warmth flooding you face and belly at his words.

“besides, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were asking with this sorry excuse of sleepwear. look! you’re even wearing my favorite panties. special occasions and all that right?” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

you get up, and as you walk to the bathroom, you can hear gojo’s low chuckles. not only did he make a mess out of you but left you needy for more, an itch he purposely placed, a seed deliberately planted. you wonder if it was payback for these few weeks leaving him unsatisfied with your teasing.

from the bed, gojo glances at his phone, grinning as his hand wraps around his cock again. after weeks of enduring your stupid challenge it’s time for his game.

it’s december 1st after all.

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #bitchcraftinc #planeto🪐#angelshubnetwork #I NEED MY NIGHTOWLS TO DO THEY THING 🫡#boost plz im treading dangerously posting this so late at night rhhdhdjdisjsh #YES I KNOW ITS NOT NOVEMBER #tw somno

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