#it was a real struggle writing this

[crackiswack13]

Kinktober Day 1

Warning: 18+, smut, Helluva boss, pegging, slight mention of fingering, bottom Moxxie. This is my first smut being posted I tried on the grammar

Pegging Helluva boss Millie and Moxxie

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Moxxie was washing the dishes Millie noticed he looked stressed after she met his father. Millie went up behind her husband and hugged him

"Something wrong Moxxie?"

She cooed softly. Moxxie flinched a little he was too caught up in his thoughts to hear his wife approach him he sighed

"Just thinking".

Millie pecked his cheek

"Is the thoughts of your father bothering you?"

She tilted her head Moxxie didn't look at her he nodded. Millie lifted his chin to get him to look at her

"I can fix that~"

She cooed and gave a him a lustful smile. Moxxie's tail shot straight up he blushed

"O-ok"

He stammered nervously. Millie smiled and led Moxxie to their bedroom. Millie pushed Moxxie on the bed and pinned his hands above his head as she sat on his lap. She lightly touched his face

"You look gorgeous babe "

She cooed gently. Moxxie's tail swished a little as he blushed he looked up at Millie

"You are so hot"

He mumbled she giggled and started to leave hickies all over his neck Moxxie moaned lightly he tilted his head to give Millie more room. Millie giggled as she playfully licked Moxxie's sensitive area he shivered she memorized all of her husband's sensitive spots. Moxxie moaned

"Millie "

Millie giggled

"Yes my sweet boy?~"

she cooed.

"I need you"

He said softly Millie smiled and cupped his cheeks

"Oh I'll give it to you big boy~".

She slid down and unzipped his pants

"Be a good boy and stay still~"

Moxxie blushed and nodded he could feel the sweat run down his face. Millie pulled out his hard cock and gave it a lick. Moxxie shivered and let out a tiny moan as his back arched. Millie started to stroke his balls gently Moxxie gripped the sheets as his body shook from the pleasure.

"You are doing so good for me Moxxie ~"

Millie kissed the head of his dick lovingly. Moxxie let out a moan

"Oh Millie ~"

He quivered Millie pulled off his pants and started to kiss his thighs

"You are such a good boy~"

She cooed as she got closer to his dick. Millie stopped and looked at him Moxxie was confused he looked at Millie.

"Something wrong Millie?"

Millie shook her head.

"No just thinking about which position you would look cuter in when I fuck you silly~"

She winked at him and smiled Moxxie blushed.

"Oh please do"

He mumbled Millie got close to his face.

"You would love that wouldn't you?~"

She put her hand on his cheek near his mouth. Moxxie nodded.

"Yes"

He sucked on her fingers Millie smiled. Millie pulled her hand away.

"Alright dear~"

She slowly crept her hand lower.

"First we got to prep you~"

Moxxie nodded as he focused his attention on the feeling of Millie's hand creeping lower. Millie slipped one finger in his anus.

"You are such a good boy Mox~"

She cooed and gently stroked his cheek with her other hand. Moxxie squirmed a little as he felt Millie fingering him. Millie added another finger she started scissorsing him open Moxxie moaned as Millie started toying with his prostate. Moxxie arched his back his tail wrapped around Millie's

"Fuck Millie "

He moaned she petted him

"You are so good for me babe~"

She cooed and that riled him up even more. After 15 minutes she pulled out her fingers slowly and teasingly

"I think you are ready ~"

She got up and went to their closet. She pulled out a strap-on that had an 8-inch dildo that had bumps on it for stimulation attached to it. Moxxie tilted his head

"Where did you buy that honey?"

Millie put it on and put her hands on her hips modeling it for him.

"I bought it online~"

She stroked it and walked over to Moxxie

"You like it?~"

She giggled and teased him as she noticed he was drooling a little his pupils dilated. Moxxie snapped out of it

"I think it's perfect "

He purred and pulled her closer to him he rolled on his stomach and playfully licked it. Millie smiled as she brushed her fingers in his hair.

"That's my good boy lick it for me~"

Moxxie blushed his tail swished a little at the praise. He gave it a longer teasing lick as he looked up at her. Millie looked down at him and lifted his chin

"Why don't you be a good boy and get on your back for me and hold your legs~"

Moxxie nodded his pupils dilated more he laid on his back and lifted his legs above his head. Millie got on top of him she lined the dildo to his butt. Millie slowly slid in the dildo Moxxie's body shivered. He felt a shock of pain and pleasure shoot through his senses. Millie waited for him to get use to it

"That's it babe just breath take your time you are doing great "

Millie cooed to him as she gently rubbed her thumb on his cheek soothingly. Moxxie laid his head on the bed and panted.

"This is bigger than our other one "

He managed to say as he panted. Millie smiled and continued to gently stroke his cheek

"That's why I got it and it can stimulate my clit while I fuck you~"

She cooed to him she started moving slowly Moxxie arched his back and moaned. She turned on the vibrating motion on the dildo. She immediately felt it rub against her clit.

"Ooh Moxxie ~"

She moaned as she thrust her hips into him. Moxxie arched his back as he gripped the sheets

"Ah Millie ~"

Moxxie felt the dildo hit his prostate it was driving him crazy he moaned and squirmed he let go of his legs and went to touch himself. Millie stopped him

"Let me do it pumpkin "

She cooed he nodded as he went back to holding his legs above his head. Millie gently grabbed his dick and started jerking him off.

"M-Millie"

Moxxie moaned as he felt her rubbing his dick. She thrusted her hips faster she was quickly turning Moxxie into a moaning mess.

"You are such a good boy taking all I'm giving you~"

Millie praised Moxxie knowing it would drive him even more crazy. She was right as he couldn't form words anymore his eyes rolled back. Millie felt she was about to squirt

"Moxxie I'm about to squirt let's do it together do you understand?"

Millie touched his face and lifted his chin Moxxie nodded he could barely keep his eyes open as he felt like he was about to burst. Millie kept thrusting into him faster and rubbing her clit on the dildo. They both quickly came as they arched their backs. They came down after their high Millie lay next to Moxxie they both panted staring at the ceiling. Millie rolled on her side and traced her finger on his stomach.

"You are such a good boy Mox~"

Millie pecked his cheek. Moxxie blushed he rolled over to face his wife and pecked her lips

"I love you Millie "

He cooed softly and snuggled against her while wrapping their tails together Millie smiled.

"I love you too Mox"

She mumbled before falling asleep with her husband.

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The End

[veronicaleighauthor]

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 3

Secret Collection [Yandere M. Hairdresser x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Not my favorite and already way behind 😭Sorry for being gone for like, a week. I got kinda sick and then had to scramble to keep up with my new classes. I should be good for now, and I'll try to work through my asks and more of the yantober prompts for now.

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove Do not Eat! MDNI! Stalking, non consensual photography, implied kidnapping, he's really weird, nsfw themes

Your hair stylist is just the best! He always knows how to keep you coming back almost every week...

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Clover knows that what he does isn’t right.

He cuts your hair with diligent practice, every strand memorized with care and sweet tenderness. When your tresses lay by his shifting feet, it takes all within him not to cum on spot. Your scent drives him wild, and he knows that you’re the one for him after you come back a second time.

He collects your hair after he pretends to sweep it up and throw it out, rooting around the dustpan in the back of his storefront like a desperate, mangy animal. He lives just above his small, intimate salon, and he knows that if he can just get you to come up with him, that he can start getting you to fall for him. 

Discount for today only! 75% off hair dyeing, lashes, and nails! Hurry in!

He typed it out and bit his lip as he stared at his screen. There wasn’t any sale going on. Nobody but you was privy to this, of course. Months ago, when Clover first met you, he jumped on the chance to have your phone number. He rambled on and on about how it was standard for most of all his customers to punch it. You could earn points! And exclusive coupons! Of course he was just lying to you. He would just send out a few messages every week or so to try and bait you into coming back. 

Today, he was washing your hair, trying desperately to not whip out his dick and cum all over your sweet, vulnerable face. He ran his hands through your hair, massaging in shampoo and sneakily putting every stray strand of hair that caught on his fingers on a stray napkin. For later, he promises himself with a barely restrained smirk.

“[Name]...” He called softly, watching with affection as your face crinkled before you stared up at him. A shiver ran down his spine. Fuck. If he could have your eyes on him like that at all times, he could die a happy man. He finished up rinsing you off, humming under your attention. “I’m trying to earn my masseuse license… I’m thinking of expanding the services I offer,” He explained while he moved you to a sitting position and placed a towel at your neck. You blinked up at him curiously.

Yes. Just like that. Be lured in by what I can give you.

“More? But Clover,” You laughed, “You already have a lot of things you do here. Plus, it’s only you running this place most of the time,” Your voice was filled with playful ease. He bet that you wouldn’t know what he was doing even if he pressed his throbbing hard on to your lips right the second.

“I have employees, silly,” He teased, flicking a bit of water onto your face. You giggled and wiped it off. On days you had booked him, he would basically clear out his salon of any other customers or employees. He wanted it to just be the two of you, after all.

“Anyways, you know me. I’m always looking to expand my craft,” he hummed and led you over to the vanity chair, pumping up your seat so he was leaning over you jussst right. You couldn’t see the large tent in his pants in the mirror, but he sighed happily. Oh, your neck felt so delicate underneath his fingers. He could feel your pulse thrumming. He would give anything to be able to bottle that sensation and put it up in his little room dedicated to you.

Clover slips a thin paper strip around your neck before draping a cape around you. He’d definitely nick that for later. He has a whole stack of them that he likes to sniff from time to time. He hums a small tune, one he’d seen playing on your phone once, and pulls out his hair tools. With every strand that he collects in his comb, he wets his lips with anticipation. He starts up the blow dryer and watches your lips part and your face scrunch up in mild frustration as the loud noise cuts you off. How cute.

After a moment of him working, massaging his fingers into your scalp with an air of nonchalance, he cuts the offending machine and lets you speak while he trims away at your layers.

“I’m kind of jealous,” you admitted, and he couldn’t help but perk up. “You’re always working to get better, to do more,” your words stroked his ego, and he hoped that you wouldn’t take note of how flushed his face was in the mirror. You finished off with a shrug and a small smile. “I guess I just admire you…”

Clover’s heart jumped in his chest. Oh man… You had no idea. Him admirable? Would you think that still if you saw the room he had dedicated to you?

“Is that a yes to being my guinea pig, then?” He teased and leaned in so his breath fanned over your ear. You blinked for a moment and then relaxed a bit. He tried to not grin. Got you.

“Yeah sure, why not.”

He worked quickly, careful to not mess up your hair as he went along styling it to be just the way you liked. Braiding, blowouts, perms, whatever you requested, he could do it. He knew he was good at what he did, and he knew that with all the discounts he lured you in with couldn’t be beat. He was so excited, practically vibrating with joy. As he finished up, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay! All done! Now just give me a moment to get everything ready for you,” He said and rushed upstairs, every creak of the wood igniting fire into his heart. In his arms was the hair and some objects you had touched. He wondered if you thought on his actions the way he thought about yours. 

Sometimes, he thinks, he wishes you would find out about how much he loves you. He’s not delusional, but by god does he wish he was. That way he could at least pretend that you would be okay with all of this. He quickly organizes the hair in its respective drawer, and the other in neat little rows that he has labeled. Used wax strips, the nail files he’s used on your hands and feet, old combs, were arranged like precious items among other things you left behind. A half empty tube of chap stick, some receipts that he’s analyzed hundreds of times, old, spat out gum. It was all here, but he needed more. He craved more of you.

Clover locked up that room with much effort. Oh how much he wanted you.

He lit candles, set up the table, heated stones, and brought the various oils and lotions he couldn’t wait to see your body slick with. He heard the creaking on the stairs, and he shuddered. 

“Oh, you got impatient, huh?” He comments, and your footsteps stop abruptly, like you were embarrassed to be caught.

“Yeahhhh,” You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you blushed. He bit his lip, his face hidden by the flickering light. “I just couldn’t stand waiting… you know me.”

He did. He knew you so well. He’s happy the two of you could agree.

“Okay, here’s a robe… Just go behind that curtain over there and then put this on.”

Clover watches with satisfaction while you did as he instructed. You didn’t know, couldn’t know of course, that he had put a camera in the corner. You wouldn’t blame him, right? Not if you didn’t find out. He just couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to get a rare, nude pic of you. After all, he hadn’t been able to get into your home yet.

You slunk out from behind the safety of the partition in that fluffy robe, and he smiled warmly and beckoned you forward. He could practically imagine the amount of new additions he could add to his photo wall. You hopped up onto the table, and he covered you with a sheet. He started a playlist of relaxing music before he rubbed some oil onto his palm before he began kneading the flesh of your legs through the sheet, watching your now relaxed face with an intense gaze. 

Clover loved you. He loved the way you sighed in pleasure as he worked on a particularly stiff knot under your skin. He loved the way you trusted him. He would cherish the robe and the sheet that had touched your pliant form. Everything would be looked after and stored with the utmost care.

Including you.

He smiled, loving and sickeningly sweet as he grabbed a neatly folded, soaked cloth off of the table from its place nestled between decorative flowers. He hovered it over your face as he drank in the sight of your still features. Your nose scrunched, and he bit back the urge to coo. He sighed happily. He wondered if you had caught on that this was the last time you would ever trust him again, that this was the last time you would be anything more than the crowned jewel that he’d been coveting this whole time.

Your eyes fluttered open, his grin stretched wider, and he pressed the cloth down.

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: nightmares / trauma / ]

Post-invasion, Mikey sneaks into Leo’s room and when asked by Leo what the problem was, Mikey just smiles and says since he’s awake and knew Leo would be too, he didn’t want either of them alone. Leo laughs and lets Mikey stick around, both of them clumped together on Leo’s bed, watching grainy compilations of old Lou Jitsu commercials on Leo’s phone.

Technically, Mikey didn’t lie. He just didn’t explain everything that led him to Leo’s room. He didn’t explain the nightmare of his arms burning up too bright, too fast, destroyed before Raph and Donnie have a chance to help. He didn’t explain how he woke up with a wail caught in his throat, phantom pain in his arms and chest alike chasing away any semblance of exhaustion. He didn’t explain how his mind made sure he knew, vividly, that if one thing went wrong with his portal, then he would have never seen Leo again.

He didn’t explain, and he didn’t have to. Leo knows his brothers better than he knows himself, and Mikey has always been easy to read. So it’s no trouble to let Mikey know that he’s still with them, that Leo is here and alive with everyone else. And when Mikey finally regains his exhaustion and falls asleep leaning against Leo, Leo simply maneuvers him into a more comfortable position and stays by his side.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t go to sleep - not that he could, anyway. He just mindlessly scrolls on his phone, the soft snores of his little brother filling the room. He stays in place, awake, because he wants to be sure that when Mikey wakes up again it’s to the immediate sight that Leo is alive and well and home.

And, if Leo’s bring honest, that’s a reminder not just for Mikey’s sake.

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[jumpingjellyfish277]

50% of the writing process is just sitting at your computer looking like this

[lets-try-some-writing]

Me with typos on Tumblr: Eh, whatever. So long as it's not unreadable or throws off the entire post.

Me with a singular typo on Ao3: NOOOOO MY BABY! YOUR EMOTIONAL VALUE IS RUINED-!

[mothric]

mob psycho 100 has impressed me on multiple counts but one thing that keeps standing out to me is the way Mob fills the role of Shonen Hero.

I love me a classic shonen protag. I love the hinata shoyos and the ash ketchums and the gokus, the spunky go-getters who are a little rough around the edges but want to be The Best at the Thing, or Save the World, or Win the Championship. I also love the protags who are reluctantly shoved into the role of Hero and must stumble their way into accepting it, whether or not they actually wanted it at first.

Mob isn't any of those. he doesn't start out as a bundle of boundless energy and optimism. his goal is not to be a hero or to subvert the trope by Resisting the Call. in fact, in the beginning, there isn't a Call. there is no Grand Quest for him to set out on. he's just... a kid, who happens to have psychic powers, and his goal is just to figure out who he is and what he wants and where his place is in the world. that's his hero's journey, really.

Mob doesn't come prepackaged with ambition; he has to work to unearth it. he has to figure out that he has any agency in the first place, and then use that agency to figure out what he wants. he has to handpick his own goals, and he has to choose growth. and he does choose growth, over and over. that in itself is a heroic feat. man, there are whole adults who won't do the internal work this kid does to figure himself out and adapt to new information! we constantly see him meet people who act and think so differently from him, and really think about the things they say and do, and learn something valuable in the process. we continually see him waking up to various aspects of himself, and clarifying his convictions, and adapting the ways he moves through the world, and taking on a more solid shape as a person. we continually see him choosing.

his growth is so organic, and natural, and marked by an increasing sense of self-possession, that by the time he gets to do Big Impressive Heroic Shonen Things, it feels earned. Mob Shigeo Kageyama has come into himself, and he must face some truly terrifying things, but he reaches out to meet them with both hands because he's already learned to meet his own personal challenges and the people in his life in the same way.

Mob doesn't start out as a Shonen Hero, but by the end of season 2 he IS one, because he earned it. he chose it, worked for it, grew into it, and it looks incredible on him.

[dykekarkat]

sigh medicated andrew so fucking hard to write but also so extremely necessary for the foundation of the andreil dynamic. like andreil might not have gotten together until andrew's undmedicated but so much of their trust was built around the basis that neil was still able to see, respect, and understand andrew despite the drugs and despite what everyone else saw. like neil's "i wanna see you lose control" is such a good fucking moment because it's building off when neil wanted andrew to be sober when no one else (sans bee) wanted it. it's all about the understanding and the gradual payoff and it makes the writing of their dynamic so much more interesting. however i have no patience in writing and want to get to that nowwwww.

[hailing-stars]

I wish I wrote as much as I fantasized about writing 

[buckevantommy]

what do you mean i have to write the fic that's in my head in order to read it? will the horrors never cease? 

[bayetea]

I think it's really annoying that leo has completely falsified memories of jason too and this is barely acknowledged in the books

[fir-fireweed]

Made a pact with my family that I will NOT buy DA4 when it releases, because otherwise I will be holed up in a pillow fort with a box of wine for all of November and Viatica will never be finished.

Instead, my husband promised to buy it for me for Christmas as a reward. So I have a goal to finish Viatica by Christmas. Wish me luck, y’all!

[thereweredragonshere]

Would love to see some emotionally distraught Hiccup

I also love to see some emotionally distraught Hiccup. Let the man cry

[nondelphic]

i started writing a fantasy novel, and now i’m deep in researching medieval politics like i’m running for office in the 13th century.