#november ficlets

[stevesbipanic]

Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Eddie and Robin had come over the previous night to watch corny Christmas movies, Robin had left before they went to sleep since her family was driving out to visit her grandparents in the morning. He and Eddie had crashed in Steve's bed, something that was becoming a regular occurrence and not helping Steve's overwhelming feelings towards the metalhead.

They had had no plans for the next day so of course they'd slept in and of course they'd woken up tangled together and of course they didn't talk about it. Steve had made them breakfast and Eddie made them coffee and it was all sickeningly domestic and exactly what Steve craved. Eddie eventually had to leave though which lead them to now.

"Ahhh, Stevie, slight problem."

"What is it?" Steve said as he trailed out from the kitchen to Eddie in the foyer.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

Eddie had opened the door to a wall of snow.

"We're snowed in, shit."

"Fuck, um well maybe I can just go out the upstairs window?"

The boys went upstairs and looked out.

"Noooo, my van's totally snowed in too shit."

"Plus I honestly don't like the thought of you jumping from my second story, Eds."

"Fair point, guess you're stuck with me for a bit."

Neither boy minded having to spend longer together. They watched more movies and smoked and listened to Steve's music which thankfully Eddie had started supplying with "good music". The boys worked together to make themselves something warm for dinner, Steve had been teaching Eddie to cook since the spaghetti-o's incident.

"I still stand by canned foods, Stevie."

"And I stand by living to thirty, Eds."

They were now smoking Eddie's last joint on Steve's bed, talking about dumb shit when it happened.

"Hey, at least we still have power right?"

As if on queue the lights went out.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

Steve checked the circuit breaker to no avail.

"Well Dustin took my last flashlight for 'science' so we'll have to do with candles."

"Trying to seduce me with this romantic atmosphere, sweetheart?"

Steve hoped Eddie either didn't see his blush or blamed it on the cold. And cold it was, they had gathered up all the blankets they could find around the house and cocooned themselves on Steve's bed.

"Ya know this is kind of fun, Stevie."

"Yeah? You like freezing yourself?"

"Well no, but I like freezing with you."

Steve couldn't help the warm blush that spread through him.

"I like freezing with you too, Eds."

"I think I know a way we could warm up," Eddie said smiling softly.

"Oh yeah? How you got a secret heater in your pocket?"

Eddie laughed shaking his head and leaning in, before Steve knew what was happening, Eddie was kissing him. Steve smiled into the kiss, pushing back against Eddie. Eventually they pulled apart, slightly breathless.

"You know what? I do feel warmer."

"Well I've got plenty more ways to warm up."

"Is that a candle in you pants or are you just happy to see me?"

Steve had never felt warmer than hearing Eddie's laugh.

#i don't care its November the Christmas thoughts have invaded #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #steddie #fluff #ficlet #snowed in #steddie ficlet

[annerbhp]

So who remembers the Four Seasons Landscaping press conference debacle of November 7th, 2020? You know, the one held across the street from the sex shop. And the endless memes after of “imagine your OTP: who owns the landscaping company and who owns the sex shop”?

Well, yeah, I wrote this thing for it a long while back. And yes, of course I made Harry work at the sex shop and Ginny at the landscaping company. Decided I should just schedule it to post on the next November 7th. Enjoy!

Come Again (Harry/Ginny, meet-cute, Harry works at a sex shop, bad flirting, Ginny’s into it anyway, non-magic world, Teen, no content warnings. Other than, you know, sex shop inventory!)

Harry glances up from his magazine at the sound of the shop door opening. He cursorily looks over the customer—young woman, mid-twenties, red hair, short, athletic build—before returning his attention to the magazine. He’s noticed most customers don’t particularly like the feeling of being watched. Some people flee immediately upon catching him watching them. Especially women.

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he can see her slip down the aisle furthest from the cashier counter, the one full of costumes and larger objects far too difficult for anyone to steal.

“Harry?”

He looks over at Tara near the breakroom at the back where she’s pulling on her coat. “Are you off?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she says, swinging her purse over her shoulder. “Are you sure it’s okay if I take Tuesday morning off?” She’s biting at her lower lip, as thinking his offer was somehow a trap. He wonders what kind of shit she had to put up with at her last job. Or it could just be him. Maybe she’s still trying to get used to him as their manager or something.

“Yes,” he says, forcing his voice patient. “Go get your tooth looked at. I’ll cover the shift, no problem.”

“Thank you,” she says in a rush. She glances over, catching sight of the ginger. “Want me to cover this one before I go?”

“I’ve got it,” he says, and it occurs to him that maybe she’s more nervous about leaving him to do the shift on his own than she is that he’s going to get mad at her for taking the time off.

He’d be offended by that if he hadn’t spent the last three weeks completely in over his head. But he’s starting to get the hang of it now.

Tara waves and leaves out the back.

“So you’re the owner then? You don’t look like a Luna.”

He turns to find the customer standing in front of him. He glances at the big sign out front declaring this store as Luna’s sex toys and more store.

“What? Oh,” he says. “No. I’m just filling in for her for a few months. She’s out on maternity leave. Twins.”

“Ah, so you’re just the understudy,” she says.

“Something like that.”

Pull yourself together, Potter.

“Then you’re…” She waves a finger around in a circle, encompassing the whole store. “In the business?”

He laughs. “No.” He realizes a moment too late how bad that sounded, and rushes on. “She was going to have to shut the shop down or cut her time home, but I’m between careers at the moment, so I figured I could cover for her.” He has no idea why he is spilling his life story out at her, and he considers that maybe Tara had seen what he hadn’t when she’d been so reluctant to leave him on his own. “It’s been a bit of a learning curve, I admit. Though mostly it seems to be about putting customers in categories and treating them accordingly.”

Her eyes narrow, as if sensing an insult towards the kind of people who might come to a shop like this. “Meaning what, exactly?”

“No,” he says, desperately trying to backpedal. “It’s just… Look. It’s like setting expectations? There’s people who come for joke gifts, the people who pretend they are here for joke gifts because they are too embarrassed to want to buy something, the people who know exactly what they want and get right to it, and the people who are here because of rebounds. Each kind of person would prefer to be treated differently: ignored, helped, given stern looks. So it’s just about figuring out which kind of customer they are, so I can make this easiest for them.”

The customer is now frowning at him. “You know that still sounds kind of creepy, even if it makes sense.”

“Studying people is kind of my thing.”

She only looks more alarmed.

“Not in a creepy stalker way! Or in a ‘I want to draw your picture’ way. I was a profiler. You know, criminals?”

“Ah, so now the customers are criminals.”

He would think he just can’t win with this maniacal customer, but she was smiling now, clearly teasing him. “Only if you try to walk off with Gary shoved down your shirt,” he gamely replies.

She turns to follow his gesture, letting out a low laugh at the sight of an enormous oversized novelty cock with a face on the tip. It’s not a ‘I’m nervous and about to break down into a fit of giggles’ laugh either, so Harry is pretty sure this is a customer who won’t mind being offered help.

“So is there anything in particular I can help you find?” he asks.

“You tell me.”

Said in any other tone, that might sound like a come on, but it was more challenging than coy. “Excuse me?” he asks.

“Am I here for a joke gift? Profile me.”

He looks her over, eyes lingering on the details. A new sweater (he could see the strip where the sticker had been removed very recently). Her hair looked freshly cut, the way she touched it said it was not the length she was used to, maybe having cut it off recently. There was the slightest indentation on her ring finger, a faint tan line.

“You’ve recently broken off a long-term relationship, either started when you were both very young, with someone who likes vanilla sex that you found boring, or with someone who was offended by the idea of you using any toys because it felt like cheating and made you get rid of them.”

She stares back at him, eyes wide.

He said it all without thinking, really, just speaking as it came to him, these thoughts about who she was that he might come up with about a case.

“Sorry,” he says, certain he’s just cost Luna a customer. “I’m sure I’m way off.”

“No,” she says, “you’re annoyingly on-point.”

He winces, realizing that’s probably even worse.

Definitely time to try to make a tactful retreat, if at all possible. But before he can back away, she’s speaking again.

“I used to have a Shibari before he made me toss it. Any thoughts on what might be like that? Only better. And bigger. Longer battery life.”

“Uh,” he says, floundering for a moment. Then he walks over to a shelf, pointing at a slim lavender-colored wand vibrator. “I can tell you the mini halo is really popular. But Luna always says it depends on what you’re looking for, not what other people want.”

Her eyebrow lifts, and it occurs to him that he has basically just asked for detail about her sex life. Yup. It’s possible he’s out of his element. He ends up texting Luna, for some reason not wanting to lead this particular customer astray. Not just because she seems pretty great. She deserves to get what she wants after all! Everyone does!

Getting tired of the back and forth, the customer eventually just grabs his phone and texts Luna directly, debating the finer points of the Soul Sucker. The woman’s smile—stupidly lovely, really—No, not appropriate, Harry!—is wider and wider as she gets into a really long exchange with Luna. Ending with a gasp of adoration when Luna apparently texts a picture of her sons.

The text exchange eventually dies down, the customer giving Harry a bald, assessing look.

“What?” he asks, refusing to shift back and forth on his feet, reminding himself of his long career as a criminal investigator—which would mean more if he hadn’t burned out and left with no real plans for anything else he’s going to do instead. Other than manage a sex toy store, apparently.

“She wants to know how you’re doing,” the woman asks. Her eyes narrow as she studies him a bit longer, and, shit, she should consider a career as an interrogator. She nods her head, like coming to a decision and then starts typing away again, this time narrating as she does.  “Approachable, only slightly creepy, blushes at a minimum, non-judgmental, but needs an education.”

He lets out a startled laugh, not offended in the least. Actually a better rating than he’d expect. “Trust me, every day in this shop is an education.”

Her eyebrow lifts. “I can only imagine.” She hands his phone back and sweeps up the Soul Sucker and the mini halo too.

Harry helpfully points out the displays of various lubes, letting her head over there by herself as he steps back behind the counter.

A guy comes in then, picking up a pre-order which is thankfully much more straight forward, a package already put together by Tara before she left.

By the time he’s done ringing him up, the woman has made her final selections, putting them down on the counter. He scans each one, slipping them into a bag without looking at them. Not his business!

“And with the five percent break up discount, that comes to….”

“Discount?” she asks. “I don’t need your pity.”

“What?” he asks, feeling like he’s messed up yet another thing. “No, seriously. It’s a thing.” He flips the card with five different set barcodes on it, handing it over to her.

You’re better off without them! – 5% Never too late to figure out what you like! – 5% Congrats on embracing your sexual identity! – 5% You’re a few bucks short, but still deserve joy – 5%

She looks at him in surprise.

He shrugs. “Luna.”

She seems to relax then. “Which one am I getting?”

“Does it matter?” he asks.

She lets out a huff. “Guess not.” She hands over a credit card and he really does his best not to look at her name or anything, but it is sort of a part of credit safety? Or something?

Ginny Weasley. Is her name. It sounds vaguely familiar, though he can’t quite place it.

She signs the receipt, and he passes over the bag. “Have a nice day,” he says, almost automatically.

“Oh, I’d better,” she says, lifting the bag.

He really tries not to blush. He really does. Professional, Potter. Real professional.

Only then she’s giving him a wink and walking towards the door. “Let me know if you ever need help with landscaping,” she says, “so I can return the favor.” 

Harry pauses at the strange words, frowning, resisting the urge to look down at his body.

She’s definitely laughing at him now. “The landscaping company next door? Weasley’s Landscaping? It’s where I work. The family business.”

“Oh,” Harry says with a sudden rush of understanding. She works right next door. Where he will likely see her. Again. Quite often. “Right. I definitely will.” 

“Great. See you around.”

He can’t help grinning. “Come again!” he calls out after her.

He can hear her laughter as the door shuts behind her.

It takes Harry a while to realize he’s humming as he starts taking stock of the strap-ons inventory.

Just another lovely day in Luna’s shop.

#annerbfic #harry/ginny #ficlet #sex shop au #happy november 7th #four seasons landscaping

[fourmula1]

Hi I would love a little Maxiel where Daniel is hurt and Max is worried about him which outs them to people (maybe Christian or Lando) and they're 100% supportive

“How is Daniel?” Max asks before he’s even got his helmet off, and he can see the confusion flash across Christian’s face in the garage as the mechanics around them tend to the car. Christian was, no doubt, expecting a celebration but instead Max is asking about Daniel.

“We don’t have official word, but he’s been taken to hospital for evaluation…” Christian says and Max sees the way his eyebrows knit together.

Max always wondered when or how or if this day would come.

When one of them gets truly injured on track and the secret comes out because neither of them could keep it under wraps.

Here it is.

“I have to go to him,” Max says as he shucks his race suit off his shoulders to hang at his waist, about to make a move to bypass Christian before he’s stopped by the older man’s hands on his shoulders, Christian’s eyes looking over his face and no doubt taking in Max’s worry.

Max sees the moment when Christian’s eyes flash wider for a split second and Max knows he knows. He knows.

“Max,” Christian starts but Max’s face must give him away. He can’t stay. He can’t bear to stay. He has to be with Daniel. “Right. Okay. Go, let Brad take you,” he says and steps aside for Max.

Max can’t spare a look over his shoulder as he hurries into the depths of the garage to get to his driver’s room and towel himself down before scrambling into street clothes to get out of there.

In the car Max’s phone buzzes and he glances at the text from Christian.

‘give daniel our love. You know the whole team is with you both no matter what.’

For the first time since he realized Daniel’d been taken to hospital Max breathes a sigh of relief.  

#this ask is from november 2022 but it's fitting for this weekend lol #maxiel #my ficlet

[casdeans-pie]

Castiel's Handprint

The handprint had been getting bolder for a while, but Dean had never seen it this colour – not since the first time he’d pulled up his sleeve at that grimy gas station. He poked at the edge of the red skin with his finger, feeling the way that it raised up slightly from the rest of his shoulder. It didn’t hurt, but it looked like it should.

Dean wiped away the condensation that had formed on the mirror from his shower and twisted his body slightly so he could see the mark better on his reflection.

He wondered if the permanent scar of his best friend’s handprint magically reappearing on his body should bother him, but it didn’t really. It looked kind of badass.

Dean wiped away the condensation that had reformed.

Cas had big hands.

Long fingers.

Dean stared at it for a moment longer and then slowly brought his other hand up, hovering it over the mark.

He pressed down hard.

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[castieldelamancha]

3 days later.

The sound of the empty beer bottle he just sent rolling across the bedroom's floor knocking against the doorframe fills the silence around him.

It's almost a living thing this silence, Dean tiredly thinks to himself, it's pressing down on him, sucking out all the air in the room, asphyxiating him.

It's outside, but, to what would be Dean's horror if it wasn't because of the numbness that has taken over him, it's also inside of him, in his head, in his very soul. His own melody, a jumble mess of chords, a mix of gloom notes and bright tunes, seems to be over, now that what had felt for years as its companion piece is gone.

He must be going insane with this grief he feels, he has started to wonder if the darkness might had taken him too.

He lets his head fall backwards, resting it against Castiel's perfectly made bed. The emptiness of this space only seems to add to the silence around him. Don't get him wrong, there is furniture here, but no life, no soul, like Cas never existed, like he was a product of his imagination. 

He stares up at the ceiling, he reminds himself he has to wash his jacket, get the blood out of it. He shakes his head. He was there, that's all the proof he needs to convince himself it was all real. Dean himself is still here, breathing and moving, he wouldn't say alive, but he is also proof it was all real. 

He doesn't know how he has ended up here, in Castiel's room, sitting on the cold, unforgiving, floor by the bed, drinking the last drops of a beer that tasted like shit and that brought him no comfort.

He doesn't think there is something out there that can comfort him now, unless the wall would open right now and spit Cas out same way it swallowed him. 

It doesn't happen of course.

He wonders if Cas can hear him, he doesn't think so.

"One last miracle," he says anyway, "fuck, I know I have asked for so much from you over the years," he struggles to swallow past the lump forming in his throat and he welcomes it, welcomes the tears he can feel filling up his eyes, because it's better to feel this sadness that nothing at all, "know you have sacrificed so much for me, for us, for this world; but Cas, I need one miracle, I need you back." 

There are so many things Dean has to tell him.

Silence. Nothing. His soul seems to get a leave a message after the tone.

There are so many things he has to tell Cas, but not if he isn't here to hear him.

However, eyes still fixated on the ceiling, he whispers, 

"It was always yours to have, all yours." Forever.

.

10 years later.

There is a fine layer of dust covering every surface around him, not too bad considering the time that has gone by since someone has last set foot in this room. More than five years, maybe, Dean isn't too sure about that.

It's quiet in here but, from the other side of the closed door the sound of laughter and conversation filters until reaching him. The bunker is bursting with life, hunters that come and go, a safe haven for so many. He doesn't feel like being part of all that right now.

He wouldn't have come around if he had realized he would still be here on this specific day. 

The memories are painful enough far away from this walls as it is.

But, well, now it's too damn late.

He sighs, the wound is old, but on days like today it's still tender to the touch, like it never healed properly. He hums to himself, a silly little tune, he doesn't remember where it came from but that's okay, he likes it anyway, it keeps his mind distracted. He lets his head fall back, resting it against the perfectly made bed, the covers smell after years of disuse. It reminds him of the first time they explored the bunker bedrooms. 

It was love at first sight, despite all the work they had ahead of them to make this place liveable again. 

He doesn't miss it nowadays, he is thankful for what was his home when he needed one the most, but he has somewhere else to call a home now. Far away from here.

He doesn't know why he decided to come in when he walked by the closed door, but he is here now, sitting on the floor by the bed, not wanting to think about having to get up or about the pain he has started to feel in his left knee. He is not so young anymore.

He opens his eyes when there is soft knock on the door and a gentle voice calls out his name.

"C'mon in." He calls back, smiling to himself and closing his eyes once more. 

There is the sound of the door closing again, light footsteps that stop next to him, a warm body that joins him on the floor. 

"What are you doing in here?" He doesn't need to open his eyes to picture the squinty look that is being directed to himself. 

"I came here, years ago" he says instead of giving a real answer, "I sat down right on this spot and told whoever was listening that I needed a miracle."

He opens his eyes, turning his head to the side to be able to look at Cas, smiling softly at him. His hair is messy as always but, just like Dean's, it's turning grey, paired with his deeping wrinkles Castiel has never looked more handsome to Dean. More alive.

"Did someone listen?" He asks, with a glint in his eyes that make Dean believe he already knows the answer to that question.

He plays along, anyways. Dean reaches to close his hand around Cas' and, lifting them both to get them closer to his face, he kisses Castiel's knuckles, one by one. 

"It took a while, but I got my miracle after all." Dean looks away, he has been working hard, all these years, to feel more comfortable in his own skin, open up and say what he has to say, but still, sometimes, especially in days like this, when he is feeling too much; when he feels raw, emotional, it can be all a bit too much.

Castiel leans in, he presses his forehead against Dean's cheek.

"I had forgotten it was today, it seems the same thing happened to you."

Neither of them would have wanted to be here today.

Dean nods lightly. He looks up at the ceiling. 

He focuses on their breathing, almost synced, calm and deep, he focuses on all the parts of them that are touching. He grips Castiel's hand tightly, nothing is taking him away, it would have to take Dean too.

Nothing is after them now, though, he allows himself to relax once more, heavily leaning his shoulder against Cas'.

He never washed the jacket, it's still here, he had to put it in Cas' closet, where he would never have to see it, unless he wanted to.

"I am glad" Castiel says after a long moment of shared silence, "I could tell you what I needed to say that day." Dean knows the weight of Castiel's guilt around those last moments, he has never regretted saving Dean, of course, he does regret the pain he caused.

Dean almost makes a comment about him being lucky because Dean remembers he couldn't get a single word out, but he has made his peace with that because, even though it took some time, he could tell Cas what he had been bottling up inside himself for years too, staring into his eyes, for the very first time, then a second time and now he has lost count. 

"I still can't believe sometimes that, well-" he trails off, gesturing vaguely with his free hand.

"That you could have it all?" Dean ventures.

"Yes." It comes out in a strangled whisper. Dean turns his head again, dropping a kiss on Castiel's forehead.

"It will always be yours, all yours." Forever.

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[frankenjoly]

Trick

aya & bramcraft: school’s costume contest

“See, everyone?” Aya said, smiling from ear to ear and proud as one could be. “Told ya I could bring the most amazing team ever!” And those words were followed by sounds of amazement from most people in the room.

Bram wouldn’t exactly deny how he, Howard and the girl herself could definitely make an incredible team… but, to honor the truth, he wasn’t exactly sure about what they were supposed to be doing either. Aya had talked about a costume contest, then only told them both they just need to look like and be themselves. Plus, a brief glance at his partner only confirmed how he was just as lost.

“How did you manage to pull off the… that?” A small kid asked while approaching, pointing first at Howard’s tentacles then directing their attention towards Bram’s fangs.

“Excuse me, what do you me--” He had barely started talking, when Aya took matters into her own hands.

“THEY’RE PROFESSIONALS, ‘KAY.”

“Technically… not a lie.” Lovecraft then said, barely a whisper into his ear, and Bram couldn’t help but shrug; it was right, after all. And it was going to be taken as valid, since sooner rather than later they would be coming back with an award almost the size of Aya herself.

(Also on ao3.)

#bramcraft #koda aya #bram stoker #hp lovecraft #bsd aya #bsd bram #bsd lovecraft #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #halloween-ish #here's already november 1st but ssshhh

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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I wanted to rec this tumblr ficlet. Loved the line where jc said he could suddenly understand his father.

《the midnight sun》

Specifically, snippet seven.

by @drwcn

Summary: A female Wei Wuxian AU, in which Wei Ying had a child before her death.

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Whoopsie, Did I Turn You On?

minors dni - steve x gn!reader, public humiiation, dom + submissive roles, sub steve, sadist reader, masochist steve, sexual themes, clumsy steve, mean reader

lmao idk what this is - it's a snippet from my unfinished kinktober list, so here, have it in november instead lol. enjoy? this is so random istg and i wote it at an ungodly hour but we live laugh love. i figured someone out there will get a kick or two out of this. enjoy!! :))

You can’t help it. It’s not like it’s your fault anyway, it’s all Steve’s. He just looks so cute today, strutting around in that too small polo and those snug jeans of his. His hair sits impossibly perfect and you often find yourself wondering how you managed to get yourself such a pretty little plaything. 

Not only does he look perfectly fuckable, having put on mascara again, and raspberry lip balm like he knows you like; he’s also a bit of a klutz today. 

This morning he dropped all his coins, with you standing over his shoulder, when trying to give some money to a busker. He tripped on the curb when running across the street to show you the flower shaped tart he got at the market. He kept missing the straw when trying to take a sip of his iced tea because he was too busy looking at you. And just then he almost stepped off the curb and in front of a cyclist whilst walking down the street because he was telling you all about his night with Robin yesterday, and trying to keep your attention. 

It’s fun making him stir. He always has your attention, you just like making him fight for it. 

He’s so obsessed with you it’s crazy, so desperate to please, and maybe if you were a good person you’d assure him that you love him, and stroke his hair and kiss the tip of his nose. 

But you’re not, not really. You’re mean, you like to play. And when Steve gets clumsy like this, fighting for your gaze to be on him and nothing else, you get horny. 

He flushes bright red every time he messes up. Passersby think he’s just embarrassed that he tripped or dropped something, but you know it’s because it turns him on. He likes being humiliated by you, giving you all the power. He likes when you make him feel more embarrassed than he needs to be. 

“Stevie!” You called, sitting down at a table under the pateo of a nice cafe. Steve had popped inside to place your orders whilst you nabbed a table. “Over here!” You waved at him. 

He came rushing over with a bright smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking around to his side of the table. Only, he tripped halfway there, when you stuck your foot out in his path. 

He stumbled forward and gripped onto the table before falling flat on his ass, all the patrons of the cafe and people walking past on the street turned their heads to watch him embarrass himself. 

He looked up at you, red from the tips of his ears all the way down past the collar of his adorably tight shirt, his eyes a little glassy. 

You pouted down at him, mock sympathy, already noticing the growing bulge in his jeans, “Awh, poor baby… Did you trip?” 

Steve swallowed and looked around, rubbing his elbow where he bumped it, “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” You asked with a filthy smirk, “You’re such a klutz today, got all your wires crossed.” 

He nodded his head, looking to the ground sheepish, his hands subtly moving to cover his erection from people still staring. 

“Come on, up you hop.” You smiled, reaching your hand out to aid him. “You look silly down on the ground like that, Stevie. It’s almost like you enjoy being humiliated.” 

You noticed Steve burn up red as he scrambled to his feet and sat himself down across from you. He looked so embarrassed, and so fucking turned on. You can’t wait to ruin him later. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, straightening his clothes out. 

“Don’t apologise, pretty boy.” You smiled, leaning over the table to whisper, “You look so cute all ruffled up and confused like that. Almost as gone as when I suck your pretty cock.” 

Steve choked on his sharp inhale of air and broke out into a coughing fit, right as the waiters brought out your coffees. You grinned at him, having a proud little laugh to yourself before thanking the waiter and watching them be on their way. 

Steve didn’t like that you looked at them, or talked to them. He wants your attention again, and you’re not going to give it to him right away. 

It’s only when he took a sip of his coffee and almost burnt his tongue on it, did you look at him again. 

“Such a dumb little whore, hmm?” You muttered, shaking your head as you sipped your coffee, “Always so desperate for my attention.” 

Steve gnawed at his lip and wiggled around in his seat, one hand down in his lap. You chuckled to yourself, watching him writhe. You’re sure he’s probably leaking from the pretty tip of his cock right now, staining his boxers and maybe even his jeans. You’d like to take him into your mouth right now and listen to him whimper and moan all pretty for you, tear him apart in the way he loves, only to be put back together and held by you after. 

But that’s to come later, no matter how badly you want it now; making him writhe like this all day is just so rewarding. 

After your coffees were finished and you and Steve had chatted for a while about the mundane things you often like to talk about with your boyfriend, you both made you way down the street again. He was desperate to hold your hand, leaning into you ear and practically begging for it. 

You let him, after he tripped over a lose brick and bumped into a random person, managing to stay upright. It still embarrassed him though, and that person said some rather rude words in response. 

He was smiling, humming happily as the pair of you walked along, hand in hand, when you decided to have a little bit of fun. Embarrass him one more time before letting him get what he so desperately wants, which is his weepy cock in your throat, and to touch you in whichever way you’ll let him. 

“Stevie.” You muttered, tugging on his hand, “You look so cute today, let me get a photo of you? How about you go stand by that tree?” 

“Okay.” Steve smiled and kissed your cheek again, he loves when you take his photo. You always make it your lock screen right after, every time you take a new one, even the filthy pictures. 

He rushed over to the tree you had pointed too and you took out your phone to snap a few pictures as he posed. You managed to get a few good ones before the sprinkler behind him soaked him in water, just as you had planned. 

Steve stood there as the water dripped down him, soaking and flattening his hair. People stopped to stare and laugh in the park, a person or two even snapped a photo. 

You laughed, you’d caught the whole thing on video, and posted it to your close friends story, tagging Steve. 

He rushed back over to you, drenched in water, cheeks red again. 

“Steve, you’re so stupid.” You said, “What were you thinking, standing under that tree, right where the sprinkler is?” 

“I- I don’t know.” He muttered, his hands in front of his crotch as he bounced from foot to foot, chewing at his lip again. His eyes kept darting around and everyone looking. “I’m stupid- I’m so stupid today.”

“Yes, you are.” You grinned, giving him a good once over and biting your lip. “My stupid boy, hmm? You must feel so humiliated.” 

Steve nodded his head. 

“We better get you home, before you do anything else dumb.” You said, turning to head back home. 

Steve chased behind you, his shoes squelching with each step. “Can I please hold your hand?” 

You laughed, pulling your hand away from him as you shook your head, “You’re soaked, baby. I’m not touching you, that’s your own fault for being so dumb, Stevie.” 

“Right… I’m sorry.” He swallowed, looking at you with big eyes and a pout. The epitome of a kicked puppy expression. 

“Guess we better get you all cleaned up in the shower at home.” You sighed, pretending like this was a chore you had no interest in doing. “And since you’re so dumb and clearly can’t do anything yourself, I better be there to help you.” 

Steve swallowed, his eyes lighting up and pupils dilating as he tugged at the crotch of his pants, “You’ll shower with me?” 

You looked at him and grinned, “Only if you be a good boy and stay on your knees for me, I don’t trust you not to slip and fall, dumb whore.” 

Steve actually moaned, and you had to slap a hand over his mouth so no one else could hear walking by. Sure, you liked watching Steve humiliate himself in public, but those pretty, sinful sounds were reserved for you, and you only. 

#jay writes #whoopsie did i turn you on? #steve harrington #steve x gn!reader #smut? #stranger things #dom reader #sub steve #kinktober #even tho it’s november #steve x reader #steve x masc!reader #steve x fem!reader #ficlet #steve ficlet #reader insert

[tennessoui]

october part 2 ko-fi fic uploads

hey y'all :D

i absolutely love october and spooky season, so while i know i alredY did a new twilight au/vampire ficlet on tumblr, a new ao3 fic with the trope of "came back from the dead wrong", i also wanted to write a werewolf ficlet to round off the spooky season writing!! the best things come in threes <3

i just posted the link to the gffa werewolf au ficlet (clocking in at around ~4k) to my ko-fi! featuring a lot of homoerotic scenting and wall-slamming and a lil bit of brutal murder as a treat!

as a refresher, the way these ko-fi uploads work is:

Monthly supporters will be able to go into the gallery tab on my ko-fi and click on an uploaded image. The title of the image will be which tumblr-based au the ficlet fits into and how many words it is. The description beneath the image will be a quick summary of the au and a link to the google doc containing the ficlet. The "root" au post, aka the post that started the au on my blog, will be linked as well on that google doc.

(full details of the ko-fi fic uploads here)

#gffa werewolf au #obikin #i would be willing to do a part 2 for the november upload #if people were interested 👀 #in seeing more of these guys being like this lol #otherwise i was going to do probably kuwsk thanksgiving style #probably #also if you subscribe now you'd also get access to the first october senator menace one ! #and you could become a monthly supporter and then cancel it and you'd have access until november 28 #which tbh is a deal cause i won't wait until nov 29 to upload another one #so you get 2 ficlets (3 ficlets!!) #anyway pls enjoy

[kittykatz009]

Long story short, I had to leave my job back in June, and I've been having a hard time finding a new one. I've been picking up shifts at a local fast food chain, but it's not nearly enough to survive.

If you're able to spare a few bucks, that would be appreciated. If not, sharing would be appreciated as well.

Thank you

#the kitten rambles #i might be able to do a silly doodle or a short ficlet for you as a thank you #might being the key word #any support is really appreciated #it's looking dicey for november hahaha

[cpurpledtism]

happy november 16th here's a quick ficlet

Wilbur flipped the sign on the door so that the "closed" side would face outward. He didn't want to be bothered today.

The dingy gas station lights flickered as he picked up a small pack of candles and fished a two day old cake out of the back fridge— the one he baked a few days earlier than expected due to a drunken emotional state.

It's fine though. The icing job is a little dodgy and it's probably begun to go stale by now, but it's still cake.

He fished a small red lighter out of his pocket. Not the blue one adorned with small butterfly stickers and a crudely drawn penis. That one he never used anymore. Just the plain red one.

He carelessly ripped open the pack of candles, sticking a few into the cake, before flicking off all the lights— save for the emergency ones that would probably go out in a bit anyways. This wasn't exactly the most well-kept gas station, especially considering it's out in the middle of nowhere with Wilbur as the only employee. But he made do well enough.

He fiddled with the gear on his lighter, shaking it a bit just to make sure there was even any fluid still in it, before it finally flickered to life. Wavering uncertainly, but still illuminating the whole back room.

He dipped it down, hovering it over the wick of each candle until they were all lit. Three dancing flames marking three years since he died.

Nobody was here to celebrate with him. Or mourn. He didn't bother calling anyone either. Even as his old communicator blew up with calls and messages, most being from Tommy, he didn't pick it up. He had hid it under his matress the night before so he wouldn't even be tempted to take a peek. He could look at it tomorrow.

But for now, he watched as the candles slowly burnt out, hot wax quickly cooling once it drip-drip-dripped onto the cake with way more frosting than Wilbur would typically enjoy. He blew out the candles before any of them could go out themselves and made a wish.

He plucked the candles out of the cake one by one, setting them gently to the side. He picked up a plastic knife, saved from the takeout he'd ordered four nights ago, and cut out a single slice while humming the tune of Hallelujah to himself.

As he took his first bite, he grimaced. The cake itself was cold and had definitely gone stale, there was an odd texture from what he could only assume was the wax from the candles he let live for too long, and it was sweet. Way too sweet. There was more frosting than cake, and he couldn't even taste the sprinkles he'd added, all drowned out. It was supposed to be vanilla, but it just tasted like pure sugar to him.

Still, he smiled to himself and took another bite.

Tommy would've loved it.

#c!wilbur #cwilbur #dsmp #dsmpblr #november 16th #ficlet #do you ever just celebrate your suicide by eating stale cake and thinking of your brother #cause i dont #but this loser does #ctommy #crimeboys #wilbur soot

[tatjana-fantasy]

It's Norkus November! Today, on November 20th, the prompt is "first/last". I wrote a little ficlet describing some of the events in DBH from North's perspective, a little artistic freedom included :) I haven't written anything for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

First/Last

When North talked to him for the first time, she thought he was incredibely rude. Asking her about her past like it was his business, not considering that her life started when she left it behind. She still supported his plan to get spare parts though, eager to finally do something, to fight for her freedom.

(Hopefully, Markus would too.)

When Markus successfully stole a truck full of spare parts, North started to feel hope - maybe for the first time. The way he talked, the way he moved, the way he so easily captured their attention ... he fascinated her, the same way Jericho had fascinated her the first time she had heard about it.

(Hopefully, Markus wouldn't disappoint her the same way Jericho had.)

When Markus successfully infiltrated the Stratford Tower, she smiled at him and said: "Maybe you're the one we've been waiting for," admitting it not only to herself, but also to him. He returned her smile, but didn't have time to respond before the soldiers broke down the door. Quickly, they all jumped from the roof, already wondering how Markus's action would change their fate.

(Hopefully for the better.)

When North and Markus attacked a CyberLife store, freeing its androids, she was taken aback by seeing her own model. She had avoided looking for it ever since her deviation, but she should have known that she wouldn't be able to escape her past forever. Markus distracted her from her thoughts, but it didn't last long. After he send the humans their message, two policemen attacked them - and her twin jumped in front of her, saving North and sacrificing herself. North stared at her blankly, not quite believing what just happened. They killed her. She felt tears streaming down her face, tears of horror and tears hatred, tears of sadness and tears of sorrow. She didn't stop them.

(Hopefully, Markus would avenge the ones they lost.)

When Markus rallied the androids for a freedom march, North felt captivated by the atmosphere, by the sheer number of androids joining them, by their passionate chants. She chanted as well, crying out for freedom, for equal rights, for everything she had ever wanted. She lost herself in this moment, completely absorbed by the atmosphere, by the hope Markus was bringing to them and to her. She looked at him and her heart skipped a beat.

(Hopefully, she would find the courage to tell him the truth.)

When she and Markus were alone in the captain's cabin, she finally admitted to herself that she liked him far more than she had previously thought, far more than she had ever anticipated. She looked him in the eyes and gave him the answer she previously hid, the past she had wanted to forget. Markus returned her gaze with a sorrowful expression, and when he held out his hand, she clasped it in hers. They connected with each other, and for the first time in her life, North felt understood, accepted, like someone whose life was actually important.

(Hopefully, it was.)

When they got cornered by the military, North already prepared for the inevitable, hoping that her death would at least inspire the ones after her. It was a selfish wish, true, but in this moment, it was the only thing she dared to hope. But then, Markus turned towards her. Looked her in the eyes. Gently put his hand on her cheek, waited, gave her the choice. And suddenly, she knew that her wish to be remembered wasn't the only wish she had. She leaned forward and kissed him, and he kissed her back, and suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter, because in this moment, it didn't.

(And hopefully, it would never do.)

#norkusnovember2k22 #norkus november #dbh norkus #norkus #dbh markus #dbh north #ficlet #short prompt #detroit become human #detroit: become human #dbh

[limerental]

every day I look at how far away November is and go.... sigh.... ficlet month NOW

#of course i could do ficlet month any time #but november is a work lull for me and also i have more free time in the mornings because the garden doesnt need watered

[narastories]

November OTP Prompt Challenge - Harry/Nic - Day 24

Day 24 - Huddling together on a cold day

the superior option

Nicodemus and Anduriel keep Harry warm on a cold evening.

Ever since I discarded the Winter Mantle I didn’t handle the cold so well anymore. Maybe the reason for it was Lasciel, who was in my head again and was so fond of Hellfire. Or maybe it was simply that I wasn’t the tough Winter Knight anymore and I got grumpy when I couldn’t feel my toes.

Of course, putting on more clothes might have been the most logical option. Staying in my underwear, sliding closer to Nicodemus, and tucking my cold feet under his calf was, however, by far the superior option.

He might have been invincible, but instinct was instinct. Goosebumps run up his naked legs. I grinned, and he glowered back.

He couldn’t have been actually annoyed though, because he reached out and pulled the covers over us. Then he hugged me closer. His hand, nice and warm slid under the covers, idly stroking my shoulders and back.

I lay my head on his chest and let out a content sigh.

I could hear the fire crackling. Anduriel must have put an extra log on it. A second later I felt the covers move and the shadowy figure of the fallen angel settled behind my back.

Being on the taller end of six feet meant that I didn’t get the opportunity to be the little spoon many times in my life. Once I might have even thought that was unmanly. Now, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to complain.

Anduriel never felt entirely corporeal, but unless he was actively trying to break my magic he wasn’t actually cold. He felt sort of squishy and warm, a little like a weighted blanket.

I hummed appreciatively and let myself drift into a nap snuggled between them.

#ficlet #november otp challenge #harry/nic #nara's dresden phase #harry dresden/nicodemus archleone

[shahn-store10]

(via "Time" Pullover Sweatshirt for Sale by Art-SHAHN)

#findyourthing #redbubble #nov 5 november 5th spn ficlet destiel confession destielgate november 5 #t shitrt #black and white #winter

[tennessoui]

hello kit! im a bit confused abt the kofi thing- if i subscribe for this month, unsubscribe for the next and then subscribe again for the 3rd month, can i still reread the ficlets of the 1st month? i can't really afford to subscribe every month

hello hello! So the ko-fi thing:

every month (maybe even twice a month, I know I’m gonna post another in October for instance), I’ll upload a picture (a screenshot of a color swatch from Google) and put in the description the summary of the au that this is a ficlet for + a Google doc link to that ficlet

the title is also going to be the au title and everyone who goes to my gallery on kofi can see the title, but the image and the description are hidden from everyone but current monthly subscribers (quick plug: it’s $4!)

so my understanding is if you unsubscribe, you would lose access to those descriptions of the uploads and thus lose access to the Google doc links.

BUT I don’t see anything wrong with saving the Google doc link on your end while you have access, either in a bookmark or in some sort of word doc bank of links idk. The Google doc is set to “anyone with the link can view”, which is a whole separate thing from the ko-fi settings, so if you keep the link, you’d be able to view anytime during the second month that you wouldn’t have a subscription.

AND if you chose to subscribe during the third month after cancelling your subscription for the second month, you’d then get access to all the ficlet links, months 1-3.

#asks #also I believe if you subscribe now and then cancel tomorrow you’re technically a monthly subscriber from October 8-November 8 #and tbh id want to be posting these in the beginning few days of each month #so if you monthly support via kofi during the second or third week of the month you’d probably get access to the most amount of fic #or you could even wait until like December and get a nice lil treat for yourself #side note lol I think I’m bad at kofi I’m actively telling you tips and tricks on how to not do the subscription rn 🤣 #anyway since came back from the dead wrong won the poll I’m gonna do a Halloween one shot for that but I’ll upload like either #a vampire au ficlet or the wereworlf gffa au ficlet to the kofi #for optimal spooky