#monstrous baby boy!!!

[cementcornfield]

We created a monster

[doctorweebmd]

being a tomura fan is so rewarding. Every one of his designs is top tier. Thank you Horikoshi

[un-pearable]

being a rabbit was very important to saving hyrule and he hated every second of it. but he was a bunnie

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

i know ive said it before but gar logan 🤝 rin okumura

[flashfuckingflesh]

An EVIL Cult Summons Back "The Hangman" reviewed! (Dread / Blu-ray)

“The Hangman” Now Available on Blu-ray! Turbulent connecting father and teenage son, Leon and Jesse, retreat to the West Virginia wilderness for a little rekindling before Jesse goes off to college.  Still reeling after his mother’s death five years ago, Jesse blames his father’s inactivity and his rebuff mismanagement of their family’s pain.  The next morning, Jesse has disappeared, the car has…

[beetlelemonade]

I’m getting back into my hero and it just makes me remember my many feelings on bakugou. Like he’s a very complex character and I truly adore him but also I have moments where all I want is for him to be dumbed down to the single trait of being a dickwad and have him suffer and face unnecessary consequences and then four minutes later I need to read about his growth as a character and see him be happy and successful and then four minutes later I’m going “DIE SUFFER NO ONE LOVES YOU” again. He makes me feel these things for no reason

[iceonneo]

brat ; n.jm

jaemin x fem! reader in brief : "you're a brat na jaemin." "and you? really think i didn't notice you getting off to my name hm?." warnings : [ smut ] not proofread (imlazy), swear words, unprotected sex, edging, dirty talk, use of names, both reader and jaem kinda tew freaky.. and yes they were roommates! !! mdni ¡¡

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your roommate had been acting awfully weird today.

roommate- more like your best friend you moved in together with to make those ends meet.

and out of nowhere you ended up in his bedroom. totallyyy coincidental.

your eyes slightly widened as you looked up at him, “jaem, what’re you doing?”

“don't act like you don't want it." jaemin said as he continued to walk closer to you. his eyes dazed and lips slightly turned up.

fuck yeah you want it. you’ve been wanting it for so long.

it’s not like you ever wanted to look at your best friend that way but when you started living together it wasn’t easy at all. lewd thoughts and wet dreams came to you naturally and jaemin simply only added to the fire.

imagine waking up to a literal muscle bunny walking around shirtless cooking in the kitchen with his hair all messy and black framed glasses perched on his nose. his deep and hoarse morning voice wishing you good morning princess as you barely kept yourself from falling to your knees at every word leaving his mouth.

ofcourse you ogled over his arms when he would place your breakfast in front of you. and ofcourse jaemin would catch you watching. chuckling to himself- would pass you even a wink when you noticed.

how he'd come back home from gym- all sweaty, gross, but so fucking hot. would look you right into your eyes before pulling his shirt over his head and flexing his arms calling you angel, baby, honey, and what not as he showed off that perfectly sculpted body of his.

god knows how many times you've touched yourself moaning his name after your shift ended, it was a ritual almost- and so loud that it echoed around the apartment walls.

but you did it on purpose nevertheless, desperate that this darn boy gets the damn hint.

today though, was your lucky day.

your gulp was evident when your back hit a hard surface. but there you were, internally thanking the wall behind you.

"uh..."

"baby," he began.

whatthefuckkrkkfkk

"do you want it?" and there he was, hovering above you so so near.

his chain was dangling in front of your eyes behind which were those monstrous biceps of his, his tiny black sleeveless top barely coping along with his buff figure.

slowly, you looked up to him only to spot his mischievous gaze and grinning lips.

how were you supposed to hold back? not like you want to, either way.

"yeah." nodding and sliding your hands up his abdomen you pleaded.

jaemin only raised his brows placing his palms over yours as he let you access his bare skin below the fabric, "yeah what?"

you sucked in a breath feeling his rock ass abs flex under your touch. "yeah i do."

jaemin chuckled, "yeah you do what, baby?" he slightly raised his leg up, knee hitting your clothed cunt and you held back the moan you wanted to scream out.

"i want you." you whined out slightly irritated to which he only perched his leg higher letting his knee dwell around your core.

"jaemin" you whined, gripping on his hand that was beside your head on the wall as the other rested on his knee.

"wanna cum on my thigh?"

face of an angel who's words were just as cursed. saying all that with a smile and the sweetest voice ever. fuck, you didn't even mind just getting off on his thigh.

when you took off your top, you might’ve taken away your shame along with you too.

jaemin watched, amused. his eyes raking over your figure that was grinding over his thigh.

the way your eyes rolled back and nose scrunched everytime you hit a spot. how your moans would break off everytime you surprised yourself with every grind. sweat had started to form over your neck and forehead. your bra barely able to cage the flesh bouncing as you sped up your movements. the way your body would shrink and puff up trying to breath. the abrupt squelching voices erupting somewhere from your pants as his thighs bounced up and down, nearing your high.

jaemin loved watching you.

"jaem im- im gunna- ngh!" and you were back on the ground, legs no longer drilling into you.

shock overtaking your body at the loss of contact as you noticed jaemin smiling.

whining you placed your hands over his shoulders. the smiling fuckass only pulled you closer. "my baby wants to cum?" gasp leaving your lips when you felt his boner poke your core. "see how needy i am? so hard for you doll."

jaemin gripped your body tighter, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he sat down on his gaming chair pulling you on top of him.

the abrupt pull only made you land right on his cock as a small hiss left his mouth.

without his further instructions you unzipped and pulled his boxer down yourself. his hard length springing through, slapping his abs.

"horny much, princess?" jaemin spanked you.

you only moaned at the action as his eyebrows raised.

"you don't even know how long this has been pent up." you groaned. "flexing yourself in front of me on purpose, your touches lingering way too long on purpose, those dirty words you say casually- it's all on purpose."

lowering your head nearer to his, you gazed into his eyes. "you're a brat na jaemin."

jaemin slightly giggled. "and you? really think i didn't notice you getting off to my name hm? you're no less of yourself of a brat yourself miss ma'am."

"thought i was living with a guinea pig, you scream that loud just by touching yourself? makes wonder how high i can get your octaves to go."

you slightly hit his chest. "guinea pig?! and can you really blame me?" jaemin simply grinned. "need this gone right now." he exclaimed, pulling at your shorts.

"I'll show you what bratty really is." wasting no time, you yanked at your bottoms, dragging them downwards.

jaemin helped nevertheless, chuckling at your eagerness.

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it might have never occurred to you until today, but jaemin was just as sucked up for you as you were for him.

fisting himself silently while you got off chanting his name across the other side of the wall was literal torture for him. containing himself when you bend over to pick the remote or to move your cake tin into the oven while his thoughts were clouded with moving his cock into your cake.

gulping to himself every time he would notice the crack in your chest dipping low whenever you dusted around. would totally gape at your form leaving the common washroom after a bath. water beads littered across your steaming body draped by the tiniest towel you could find.

his gaze would be stuck to your plush thighs spread and legs sprawled wide open across the couch during movie night. acting like he didn't just want to crawl in between, move your panties to the side and toy with your pussy till his hearts content.

it was an unspoken contest between you both. who gets whom to confess first.

and that's where the crazy tension and the piled up ruined laundry really began from.

how jaemin would began interrupting you getting yourself off in the solace of your room. would usually just ask for something useless or drop a pointless fun fact and leave you there, edged and annoyed.

how cuddle time turned to him sliding his hand over your inner thighs and repeatedly knocking on the door of your kitty with each glide. acting oblivious to how you started to rub your thighs and release sounds.

how you would unintentionally grind over his hips when you had no choice but to sit on him in a very hectic car ride with your friends. knowing damn well you just made him cum his pants.

how you would lewdly suck over the ice lollies you both would have occasionally after dinner. your gaze right into his as you swirled your tongue around the treat, letting its content drip down you chin and make a mess over yourself- acknowledging the boner that he had acquired with a chuckle.

how jaemin would stare at your wet and exposed chest after you both fell a prey to the rain leaving the college campus. his eyes darting over each making you stifle a laugh before pinching his waist exclaiming that your eyes were up here. and he would just absent blabber something about why your nipples were going hard- leaving you with your jaw dropped, cheeks red and heart throbbing.

how he would even subtly whistle, smacking your ass when he got the chance. would even have the audacity to do it again when you shrieked at him for having no shame in his system.

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"you're so shameless for me." he murmured into the crook of your neck as he picked his pace up slightly.

you almost bit your lower lip completely off trying your best not to yell with every thrust.

his one hand gripped your hips, keeping them in place. the other hand roamed from your clit to the belly, ribs and fixated itself on your boobs.

he groped the flesh for a while before letting his hands further latch around your neck. his fingers wrapping around your duct with slight pressure as you held onto the sheets for dear life groaning. the feeling of him going in and out on you causing a tight knot to form in your core.

"i'm gon- gonna...oh- jaemin!" you whined at the sudden loss of contact. his dick leaving your system as he hovered above you.

"apologies ma'am. i've waited way too long for this day, i'm gonna take my time with you. make you feel read good." jaemin smiled before nipping at your neck.

"now now, flip around and don't be a brat for me."

an original iceonneo work.

[suiana]

omg guys!!! i've been thinking about it but like yandere! jirai kei bf >>___<<

he wears pretty clothes and has all these super cool fashion stuff! he has a really cute sense of fashion and is an absolute pretty boy!!! bro is actually loaded with money too and loves to buy you cute plushies so u and him can match :3

unfortunately he's also a bit crazy!

YOU: haha bae ur so funny im gonna go sleep now

mentalhospitalpatient#69: ok babe good night ❤️

5 minutes later

mentalhospitalpatient#69: baby how could u not invite me to sleep with you? r u cheating on me? do u want me to die? u know how much u mean to me i cant believe this im going to breaki into ur house and explode

yeah hes an absolute landmine. u remember there was one time where u didn't say u loved him and he went batshit ballistic CRAZY

YOU: lol ok see u later

mentalhospitalpatient#69: yay >w< see u later bby!! i love u!!

seen at 14:23

mentalhospitalpatient#69: okay i see how it is u dont love me anymore is that it? u hate me? i knew u never liked me i shouldve just gone the kidnapping route n made u mine that way ud never lose feelings for me. the normal route was too risky i cant believe that i actually thought things would work out for once but

YOU: what the fuck vro

YOU: i love u now chill damn

mentalhospitalpatient#69: okay❤️ yay❤️

mentalhospitalpatient#69: actually no why did u speak to me in that tone i knew u hated me im going to burn your house down

you can't believe ur dating someone like him. you know that he overthinks a lot and is... unhealthily attached to you but seriously?? he can't go 5 minutes without a fraction of your time and it's actually making you crazy.

if it weren't for that monstrous dick and his pretty face you probably would have shoved him into the mental hospital.

actually he'd just break out.

"wtf what r u doing here bro u should be in the mental hospital???"

"yeah i broke out because i missed you <3"

...you swear one of these days he's actually gonna act on his words. and when that day comes you'll probably explode and die. stupid boyfriend. you're gonna throw him into the ocean.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Contained Monstrous Family (2)

Part One•Three •Four

Unfortunately for the monster couple, this wouldn’t be easy

Your guardian your abductor is incredibly protective of you and the facility

Your uncle—your beloved guardian’s hate for all monster types is clear to everyone

Especially you, which is why you’ve taken it upon yourself to prioritize the upkeep of the creatures he imprisons

It’s only right that you should as the only person with the key to the intimidating man’s cold heart

That doesn’t mean that the monsters you maintain are free of pain

Far from it

“Hello, mutt.”

“...Grrr.”

“Puffing your chest never scares me. So…I heard you won’t behave unless my dear sweetums examines you themself?”

“...”

“So silent it’s like you're asking for my toys to make you cry.”

Unbeknownst to you, your Uncle knows exactly who’s in these cages

And that may fuel his urge to be harsher than usual

��Uncle! You can’t increase the electrocution anymore! You’ll fry that moth boy to death!”

“Calm child I wasn’t actually going to flip the switch that far…..”

“....Right then you won’t have a problem with me confiscating the batteries for this?”

“...Can I…get it back now?”

“Not until you’ve cooled off and promise not to kill him when I leave.”

"Awwww!"

Your uncle isn’t necessarily happy that you now care for the monsters he saved you from 

But he feels much better when he can watch the monsters wail and cry behind the bars of the cells he’s put them in

“This is why I rely on you (Y/n)...your forgiving nature gives you a power hardly anyone here can muster.”

“Sympathy?”

“Yes, for these monsters that eat babies, massacre mothers, and drain fathers. You truly are a treasure. My treasure.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

“I love you dearly (Y/N). Which reminds me, don’t forget we have dinner later! Once you’re done fixing that insect, we’ll get mocktails and chat the night away.”

“Alright, Uncle see you later.”

The joy of their torturer stings 

But your care soothes even better

Even when the siblings haven’t quite recognized you for who you are yet 

They can’t help but gravitate towards you

“Waahhh~!”

“Alright don’t cry anymore, I’ll turn your lamp back on.”

“Wait! When you do will you keep patting my back?”

“Oh alright.”

“Yay!”

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #81 “Baby Vampire”

The Fenton parents are monster hunters.

One night they left their daughter home with a babysitter while the two of them went hunting in the woods.

They found a vampire camp. Tents posted up and a campfire burning in the middle.

The strangest part was that there was a baby boy playing with sticks and rocks near one of the tents. The vampires must have kidnapped the poor thing! And the boy was so pale, they must have been feeding off of him!

So, they attacked the camp, set fire to the tents, killed all the vampires, and took the child home with them.

They tried to feed him with all sorts of foods, but he was just getting thinner by the day.

They tried feeding him baby food, baby formula, fruits, cooked meats; he ate all of it, but nothing seemed to give him any nourishment.

But after about a week of trying and failing to feed this poor boy, Jack stumbled over something while carrying a knife, dropped said knife, and accidentally cut his hand with it.

Beads of blood rolled down his hand and dripped to the floor, when he lifted his head he saw the boy sniffing the air, his eyes glowing red.

Jack realized the mistake he and Maddie made at that campsite.

Tentatively he walked closer to the baby vampire in a high chair and let his blood drip into the boys mouth.

After that he seemed happy and livelier. Jack talked with Maddie about the baby. The boy hadn’t shown any aggression while with them, he seemed harmless so far; so they decided to take him in and continue to take care of him.

After all, they did kill his family, it was the least they could do to accept him into theirs.

They named him Daniel, Danny for short.

They raised the little vampire as if he was their own, but hid his monstrous nature from everyone, including himself.

They infused his human food with blood, so he wouldn’t know what he was really getting his nourishment from.

He grew up believing he was human. Until he turned fourteen, then everything went downhill.

[kisabesworld]

hear me out….. walking in on katsuki giving kirishima head(poly!relationshipau)

hi yes actually

warnings : S/H pronouns used, afab reader, degradation, cum eating(….) creampie, cunnilingus, overall dirtiness <3!

WARNING : NSFW (+18)

After a long day at the agency, you’d walked into your apartment, kicking your shoes off. You sighed, finding it odd your two boyfriends hadn’t come to greet you at thn door, despite the two of them getting home earlier than you today. Especially Eijirou, who was like a puppy in the way he greeted you and kissed you when you got home, sweeping you off your feet. You smile at the mere thought of the two, hanging your jacket up and walking towards the bedroom. You figured since they hadn’t come to greet you, surely they were asleep, so you were as quiet as possible when you tiptoed to the bedroom and creaked open the door.

What you saw was far from them sleeping. Katsuki sat kneeling in front of Eijirou who sat on the bed, manspreading as Katsuki, while having tears in his eyes, took the red heads thick cock in his mouth. Your eyes were wide, and for a moment you were dumbfounded as you watched the two, Eijirous breaths coming out in short moans as he coaxed Katsuki further down on his cock. Only once you let out a shaky and needy whine do they realize you’re there.

Eijirous eyes widen, focusing on your frame that stood in the doorway. A toothy grin replaces his surprised expression. “Hey, baby.” He says sweetly, despite the fact he was holding Katsuki down on his cock so far that the blondes nose hit Eijirous pubes. You could hear the slight sound of gagging before Eijirou cruelly pulled Katsuki off by his hair. The blonde was breathing heavily, glaring at Eijirou. “What the fuck was that for?” He’d spit, his voice a bit raspy from his throat being abused. He turns to face you, lips glossy.

You’d simply grin, undressing quickly and sitting in the chair opposite of the bed. Unceremoniously you’d press a hand to your cunt, watching the two. “Keep going.” You’d say, watching the two carefully.

Katsuki was going to protest, before Eijirou pressed his mouth down on his cock again. You’d moan, watching how the large appendage stretched out his throat to the point of tears. Eijirou let out a breathy moan, throwing his head back and brutally fucking into his throat. Despite his actions, a big brute like Eijirou never meant any harm. He’d coo down at Katsuki, telling him how good he was doing and what a good boy he was.You could see the way the blonde gripped Eijirous thighs, staring up at him with tear filled eyes.

You’d move forward across the room, kneeling behind Katsuki and reaching an arm around his body. With a kiss to his tear stained cheek you took his cock in your hand. It was already rock hard, twitching and leaking. The pretty pink tip dripped precum down to his thigh, but he didn’t seem to care. He was too focused on trying to breathe with the monstrous dick down his throat.

You squeeze his dick lightly, smearing pre down from his pink tip as you slowly jerk him off. He moans against Eijirous dick, causing the redhead to buck his hips. You ignore the sound, quickly beginning to pump him. He bucks his hips, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was as if just sucking Eijirou off already almost had him cumming. You’d giggle, nipping at his neck and squeezing down hard as you pump him again, feeling his cock twitch. I hear Eijirous breathy voice ring out. “C-Cumming- Cumming! Fuck- Take it all!” He’d whine, pressing the blondes head all the way back down against him before blowing his load down his throat. Almost on cue, Katsuki cums with a whine, squirming and trying to get away as you continue to pump him.

Eijirou lets Katsuki pull off of him, who was panting and trying to catch his breath. Despite this, he turns and grips your face in his strong hands, pressing his lips to yours. The redhead above simply laughs, still catching his breath as well.

You could still taste Eijirous cum on Katsukis tongue, the taste causing your tongue to lick into his mouth. He would growl, pushing you back. You lay back on the floor as he spreads your legs, pressing a finger to your wet cunt. “What a fuckin’ slut.” He’d scoff, a grin on his face as he pressed your button harshly. Eijirou would step down from the bed, kneeling beside you carefully to take one of your soft tits in his mouth. Despite your whining he keeps going, simply biting down when he felt you were being a bit too loud. You whine loudly, even more so when you feel Katsukis tongue begin to greedily lap at your slit. Eijirou pulls off with a pop, moving up to kiss your neck. He’d simply laugh, leaving nips on your neck that had you jolting. Katsuki was relentless with his tongue, the muscle delving into your hole deep. He looked up at you as he did so, meeting your eye with a lustful gaze.

Suddenly you’re flipped over, and Katsukis cock is cruelly pressing into you in one fell swoop. The motion has you seeing stars and gripping at Eijirous big hands as they guide your face towards his cock. He’s much more gentle with you, running his hand through your hair as he guides you down. Katsuki, seemingly feeling cruel, thrusts into you particularly hard. The feeling had you moaning around Eijirous cock, being pressed down even further as your nose is pressed against the red heads pelvis.

They use you at a relentless pace. When Katsuki would pull out, you’d pull off of Eijirous cock just a bit. And when he’d slam back into you, you’d be forced to take Eijirous thick dick down your throat again. You could barely hear with the pleasure you felt, feeling your pussy begin to clench hard around his dick. I felt Eijirous cock begin to twitch, and he calls out yet again, breathy and whining. “Gonna- Gonna cum! Gonna cum all down your throat, sweetheart.” He’d coo, before blowing his sticky white load down your throat. You’d swallow it, Eijirou pulling back before Katsuki pulls you up, moving you around like a doll before he has you ass up, face pressed into the ground dumbly. You were practically drooling, eyes glazed over. He only laughed, slapping your ass harshly before pressing back into your cunt with a groan.

Eijirou watched, eyes wide as he pumped his thick cock with his hand. But you wouldn’t notice, as you were too busy focusing on the immense pleasure you were feeling. You feel your pussy clench around him, grip vice as his dick scrapes against your gummy walls. Katsuki would pinch your asscheek with a groan. “Fuck- You like that? Like it when I fuck you like the whore you are?” He grins, looking full of himself as he fucks into you. You clamp down harder at his words, moaning loudly before cumming with an almost scream. You grasp at Eijirou to ground you, feeling Katsuki still roughly fucking into you before feeling his dick paint your walls. He pulls back, slumping against the bed with a sigh. He’d look over at you with a smirk, face looking fucked out and blissful.

Eijirou pipes up first. “We really took it out of her, huh?” He chuckles, patting your head affectionately. Katsuki rolls his eyes but leans forward to give your side a gentle caress.

“Guess we did.”

[starkeyisthelastname]

okay but i need a part two of frat boy rafe, who takes interest in the reader, convinced her to go on a date and it ends with a round two

When Rafe Cameron had asked you on a date, you had automatically assumed that it was a joke. Casual sex was one thing. A date was a whole different ballgame, especially for someone like him. You didn’t exactly know why he had asked you out, always hearing around campus that he never was in a committed relationship. Literally using girls as a something to get his cock warm.

Just like the first time though, you had a hard time saying no. It was insane the amount of charisma this man had over a damn text or maybe it was your wishful thinking about getting dicked down again. Whatever it was, you found yourself now sitting across from him as you looked over the menu at the expensive restaurant.

He looked good. Light blue polo that was snug against his broad upper body, hair gelled to perfection and that cocky smirk on his lips as you looked up at him after setting your menu down.

“So.. what made you ask me out on a date?” Your voice causal as you asked the burning question on your mind.

Sitting down his drink, he looked at you. He couldn’t pin point exactly why he wanted more from you other than your amazing pussy. You truly were striking to look at, but there was something else there that he wanted to know more about. He hadn’t ever been in a serious relationship, at least not one that meant anything. Maybe it was time to explore that option. However, that pussy was definitely his tonight.

“I really don’t like getting into all that sappy shit, but I don’t know..” He said, glancing over to the setting sun that made his blue eyes stand out. “There’s something about you that is different and I like that.” He said, eyes focusing back on you.

Something about hearing those words from frat president himself, the same one that never gave any girl more than one night, had you feeling butterflies. That is exactly why you found yourself a few hours later with that same monstrous dick inside you once again.

“Shit.. tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Rafe groaned, all nine inches sliding into your hole, this time from behind. He relished the feeling of your pretty cunt wrapping around him and how good you fucking looked bent over.

You had of course remembered how big Rafe was, but nothing prepared you for the new angle. You immediately felt him hit your sweet spot, letting out a moan as you buried your face into the duvet. “Oh fuck..” You mumbled, arching your back more as he began to move his sculpted hips.

A heavy hand slapped your jiggling ass cheek as it moved with each thrust as the tall boy began to move faster, one of his knees coming to rest on the mattress to get a deeper angle. “You like that big dick.. Huh?” His voice raspy, an underlying nasal tone making it sound even hotter to you.

You were sweet by nature and always a little naive. Somewhere you knew that Rafe Cameron was bad news on the other hand you wondered if he was serious about not wanting you to just be another one of his throw away girls. The thought of him putting his magical dick in any other girl made you jealous. You had to have him as yours.

“I love it..” You whimpered. “Need it forever.”

Rafe had heard many girls tell him how they needed his dick forever. He usually would ignore them or bring his hand to their necks to shut them the fuck up. Hearing you say that made the blood rush straight to his balls, making him want to nut right then and there.

“Oh baby.. What are you doing to me? Gonna make me put a fucking ring on you and shit. Maybe have my baby. Gonna take you to meet my family after this.. I swear.” He rambled, falling hard and fast for the girl who was so sweet.

[thepunkmuppet]

the possible future of the hatchetfield series: hatchetfield halloween party livestream full rundown

again apologies if someone has already done something like this, but I’m procrastinating doing my coursework and just want to talk about hatchetfield I want everyone to be aware of this exciting stuff that was announced in the stream so here you go:

the next starkid musical to be released will not be in the hatchetfield universe.

the guy who didn’t like musicals will soon be ready to license.

nightmare time 3 was originally planned to be released in the same year as nightmare time 2 and will wrap up the overarching nightmare time stories (which seem to be miss holloway and the foster sisters respectively).

if they did a fourth hatchetfield musical, it would be about miss holloway and her backstory. it is already written. I am very very extremely normal about this fact 😃

there is a possibility of a hatchetfield movie, and workin’ boys was sort of a test for this concept. it would be a slasher murder mystery centering around the hatchetfield community players (zoey chambers and the cast of workin’ girls, possibly also with ruth, hidgens, alice and any other theatre-oriented characters but that part’s just my speculation). the transcription of the teaser description can be found below the nmt descriptions.

ok so here are the transcriptions of the nmt3 episode descriptions:

Story #1: Bottle Imps

Bill Woodward has been chosen to test CCRP’s latest and greatest product; Bottle Imps. These reality-bending buddies will bring their owner the one thing they desire most. When his new imp, Lovely, leads him to his soulmate, Bill decides to use his magical companion to play matchmaker. But to help Charlotte find the man of her dreams, Bill will have to bend the Imp’s rules. Rules he’s been warned, must never be broken…

Story #2: Frankenruth

Desperate to see a naked body, Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz volunteer at the morgue of St. Damien’s Hospital. Their terrible plan becomes exponentially more terrible, when they become unwitting subjects in the experiments of the body-snatching madman, Doctor Laszlo, who claims to have conquered death itself. If Hatchetfield thought Ruth was bad before, then they will cower before the unspeakable horror of… Frankenruth!

Story #3: Becky Barnes Climbed a Tree

Becky Barnes is on top of the world! Not in a literal sense, of course. She’s deathly afraid of heights. After years of struggle, Becky’s life is finally everything she dreamed it would be. She’s engaged to her high school sweetheart, Tom Houston, and the two have a surprise baby on the way! But, as the couple prepare for the arrival of baby Marie, a shadow from Becky’s past returns to haunt them.

Story #4: Devil’s Night

Tim Houston has a crush. Unfortunately, it’s on his older, mature and totally cool babysitter, Grace Chasity, who he fears will never see him as anything but a snot-nosed little kid. But when a devilish maniac with murderous designs on Grace attacks Hatchetfield the night before Halloween, Tim must protect his beloved, or join the killer’s growing body count. It’s another slashing adventure on the night HE came home… Devil’s Night.

Story #5: (long special episode) Miss Holloween

It’s Halloween in Hatchetfield once again, and Miss Holloway is celebrating the same way she’s done for decades, staving off the horrors that go bump in the night. But when Duke gives her an invitation to his wedding, the dejected Miss Holloway begins to chafe under the terms of a contract forged many years ago. She strikes a new bargain, but unfortunately her creditors are known for their tricks, not treats. Just as Miss Holloway gives up her powers in exchange for a mortal life, a monstrous new threat rears its ugly head. As All Hallows Eve descends, and all Hell breaks loose, Miss Holloway must save the town or die trying… for real this time.

Story #6: (long special episode / season finale) Orb Weaver

Lex Foster had a life once. A home. A boyfriend. Now there is only the road, and her sister, and the fear of the men who are hunting them. As Hannah Foster watched Lex sink deeper into despair, she is certain of only three things: Webby is gone. She cannot help them. They are alone. Elsewhere, an old soldier awakens from a catatonic state. Returned from some unimaginable Hell with a mission. He knows that somewhere, two magical girls require immediate evac… then maybe some coffee.

very important: if you want nightmare time 3, WATCH NIGHTMARE TIME 2. BUY A TICKET TO THE LIVESTREAM. SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE AND DEMAND AND IT’S WORTH THEIR TIME AND MONEY I AM BEGGING YOU

hatchetfield movie: Cast Party Massacre

The Hatchetfield Community Players. You will never find a cattier troupe of two-faced thespians. But when the blood begins to flow at their latest show’s cast party, they must consider: is there a secret murderer in their midst? And more importantly, who amongst them is a good enough actor to pull off such a performance? Can they set aside their petty squabbles and tangled romances, or is it curtains for this ensemble? Who will survive… the Cast Party Massacre!

[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (40) (End)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: description of childbirth, breeding and lactation kink, sex content, smut, angst, fluff ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Nothing terrified her more than giving birth. During the night, she often dreamt that she was dying an agonising death, that her husband was ordering her womb to be cut open as her grandfather had done to her grandmother.

She would then wake up drenched in a cold sweat and sigh with relief when she realised it was only a dream. She didn't tell her husband about it because she knew he would have been furious at the mere suggestion that he could do something so monstrous to her.

To her surprise and the initial panic that gripped her, though she would never have expected it, the presence of Alicent and Alys eased her delivery. The two experienced women told her exactly how she should sit and when to walk, how she should breathe, when to push and when to rest, stroking her hair and her back.

They comforted her with warm words, told her how perfectly she was doing, how brave she was, that everything would be well, that she could do it.

She felt like her baby was about to tear her apart, moans and screams erupted from her throat as if she were a monster or an animal, tears of exertion and suffering running down her cheeks hot with emotion.

"– I can see the head, Princess – the baby is placed in the right position – all is well – when I tell you, push –" Alys said, peering at her from between her thighs, and she nodded quickly, feeling relieved at her words, thinking that she would not die.

That she would give her husband a son and end the war.

She screamed, clasping her hand over Alicent's palm as she tried with effort to bring her offspring into the world, this brutal act unknown to the man full of blood and fluids, sickening and beautiful at the same time, giving life.

And suddenly she was relieved when something large finally slid out of her body and began to quiver. Alys smiled, as if she was genuinely happy about what she was seeing.

"– it's a healthy little boy –" She said, and she laughed with joy while simultaneously crying from relief and exhaustion, tilting her head back, panting loudly.

When her son's umbilical cord was cut he was wiped quickly and given to her, rolled up in a soft white cloth so she could see him.

His hair was white.

She looked at Alicent, who pressed her lips together, tears one by one running down her face.

"I'm so happy for you, my love. I truly am."

When her husband was summoned, she had the feeling that he had survived her labour worse than she had – he walked into the chamber shaky and pale, breathing loudly through his mouth as if he was about to faint. When he closed them in his embrace, when he saw their child, there was a smile on his face that she had so rarely seen: wide, joyful, full of life.

They had a son.

They had an heir.

They had an heir to the throne.

The word was immediately sent out to Dragonstone and King's Landing along with the signatures of Daemon and the Queen to attest to the truth of the message.

Both Aegon and her mother arrived in Harrenhal to see that it was true, and were greeted by the head of Lord Larys Strong impaled on a spike, as promised by Daemon.

She ran out to greet her mother as soon as she noticed Syrax in the distance – Rhaenyra embraced her immediately as she slid from her saddle, sobbing with joy at the sight of her, kissing her forehead and cheeks.

"– my only daughter –"

Aegon was already waiting for her, together with her husband bent over the cradle in which their son lay.

Viserys looked at the newcomers with his big, bright eyes, hiding his face in his small hands, watching the historic moment when a settlement was to be written between her mother and her uncle that would change the order of succession by their agreement, establishing her and her husband as ruler-regents until their son reached the age of sixteen.

According to Rhaenyra's will, neither of them was to wear the crown or sit on the Iron Throne – that honour would be bestowed only on their son, Viserys, when he reached the right age.

She watched, cradling her son in her arms, who put his whole little hand in his mouth, mumbling something squeaky, as Aegon and then her mother put their signatures to their arrangements written down by the scribe, and she clenched her eyes shut, swallowing hard, knowing that it had finally happened.

This was the end of the conflict.

Although the atmosphere in Harrenhal was tense, and Aegon had immediately returned to the Red Keep, the exact date had been set for when she, her mother and her husband would appear in King's Landing to present the will of her mother and her uncle to the entire kingdom in the Great Sept.

She was horrified that what had remained only in her imagination was now to become a reality.

Her husband was to become King Regent and she was to become Queen Regent.

They were to rule the kingdom together.

She was not prepared for such a life and was terrified, her husband, however, seemed calmer and more confident than ever, as if he had been destined for it.

She trusted him and wanted to be his support.

Viserys was changing every day, growing in front of her eyes. It seemed to her that he had more of his father in him than of her, for he was a sweet but shy child, hiding his flushed face whenever anyone but her or his father looked into his cradle or touched him.

To her delight, her husband, although at first afraid to take him in his arms, began to do so to ease the strain on her and her back as their son began to grow heavier.

She watched from the sidelines as the physical contact began to bring them closer together – Viserys stretched his small, chubby hands towards him when his father merely leaned over him, and her uncle was taking him in his arms, whispering something to him, from which their son giggled loudly.

She knew that he wanted to be a better father to their son than the one he had.

Because of what was happening they were too tired to do anything at night other than sleep, so they cuddled exactly as they had when they were children, falling asleep with their foreheads touching each other, holding hands, silently reminding each other that they were not alone.

Her uncle loved watching her feed his son. When she took him in her arms and slipped her shirt off her shoulders, he always interrupted whatever he was doing and came over to them, sitting down next to her, looking silently at this mythological sight of a woman breastfeeding her offspring.

One night as she put their son down, sleeping peacefully with a belly full of her milk back into his cradle, her husband looked at her with a look she knew well. He licked his lips as he sat spread out on the bed, watching her entire figure from afar.

"– come here –" He commanded with a grimace from which she felt a pleasant shiver, his eye fixed on her expression of satisfaction.

"– it's time for your husband to taste you –"

She didn't think he meant it, but as it turned out, her childhood friend still managed to surprise her. His lips kissed her soft thighs and stomach, where white lines had formed, and although, indeed, her body looked different, he didn't seem to notice.

"– my brave wife – she brought my son and heir into this world – shouldn't I, as her husband, caress her every night in return? –" He gasped, sliding his tongue down between her thighs, his light, taunting lick traveling up her puffy bud made her throw her head back, all thirsty.

"– yes –" She exhaled, feeling in her loins more than ever how much she wanted it, how much she needed those words, her cunt swollen with arousal.

"– mmm –"

She almost cried out as his nose pressed against her warm, sensitive folds, and his tongue invaded deep between her slit, trailing its tip and teasing the spot from which her thighs trembled in the grip of his hand.

"– fuck – Aemond, oh, fuck –" She mumbled, rocking her hips so that her pearl rubbed again and again against his face, feeling the tension and tingling in her lower abdomen, in her hard nipples and lips, her hands clenched in his hair, begging him for more.

"– dirty little cunt – all sticky – am I wrong? – He cooed with a sneer and she shook her head, feeling a wonderful shiver of delight run through her body at his words as his tongue slowly built her path to fulfillment.

"– my wife is unmannerly – she can't even answer her husband – what a pity –" He hummed, rising on his arms, wiping his face with a grin. She looked at him with her eyes wide open, panting loudly, feeling her whole womanhood pulsing and quivering with desire.

"– n-no – please –" She muttered pleadingly, and he chuckled under his breath, delighted apparently at her condition.

"– what shall I do with you? – how to teach you good manners? – treat you like a mere wet-nurse? – a source of milk for my offspring? – hm? –" He sneered, making her turn red with embarrassment, her fingers clenched on his hot, naked body.

She squirmed, startled, when he suddenly leaned over her chest and pressed his face against her breast, enclosing her puffy, delicate nipple between his lips, and then began to suck greedily.

She heard him swallow her warm milk and moan low at the same time as her, as if something about the act aroused them both.

"– fuck – fuck, fuck, fuck, please –" She mumbled out and sighed as his knee hit her leg and forced her to spread her thighs – not letting go of her breast from between his lips, which he kept squeezed between his fingers, he blindly tried to meet her entrance with the tip of his cock, into which she herself guided it with her fingers, desperate, spreading her walls in front of him.

"– here – here, uncle – gods, yes, right here –" She mewled and threw her head back as he slammed into her with an aggressive, deep thrust, sliding into her with ease. She squealed when he put his arm under her back and suddenly lifted himself to a sitting position, pulling her against him.

He forced her to fit his hard, throbbing erection inside her again and again with sharp, quick thrusts while keeping his hands clamped on her waist and breast – his lips released her nipple and clung to her mouth, letting her drink her own milk, warm and sweet.

"– fucking delicious –" He exhaled, sliding his tongue down her throat, embracing her tightly, her full, swollen breasts bumping against his chest, rubbing against her oversensitive nipples again and again. Their bodies slapped against each other loudly, her walls slick and wet, welcoming him easily deep inside her.

"– I've missed this little cunt – gods, Rhaenys, 'm close –" He muttered, ashamed and flushed at not being able to persevere any longer after such a long break, and then groaned loudly in pleasure along with her, his mouth wide open in relief and bliss.

"– Aemond –" She panted, along with him coming down from their peak, her fleshy walls squeezing his half-hard, twitching manhood, the remnants of his seed filling her womb.

"– six – you promised me six more –" He muttered, and she nodded quickly.

"– yes – yes, my beloved –"

The day their little son was to be presented in front of the crowd and the terms of the agreement were to take effect was one of the most terrifying of her life. She and her husband had returned to King's Landing several weeks earlier to oversee the preparations and what was to happen.

They and their families had travelled in carriages to the Great Sept as agreed. She rocked their son in her arms, who would not be calmed, crying loudly, feeling her terror and fear, the thought that something would happen, that someone would betray them, that there would be a tragedy that would destroy everything.

"Give him to me." Said her uncle, and she pressed her lips together, handing him squirming, whimpering Viserys.

"There, there. Easy. Your mother is just very scared, but we are not in any danger." He whispered to their son, rocking him calmly. Viserys looked at him, putting his small hand into his mouth as was his custom when he was intrigued.

"– no –" She and her uncle said at the same time, but her husband forestalled her, pulling his hand from his mouth.

"– you can't do that –" He rebuked him, apparently believing that the several-month-old infant would comprehend the weight of his words.

However, it turned out that he did not when, after a moment, his little fingers reached his chubby face again. Her husband grabbed his arm to stop him from doing what he wanted.

"– he's stubborn just like you –" He said, looking at her reproachfully, as if it was her fault that their son was displaying behaviour incomprehensible to him. She sighed heavily, shaking her head.

"– you haven't replied to my letters for eight years and you're going to lecture me on stubbornness? –" She asked with raised eyebrows and saw her uncle press his lips into a thin line, exactly as he had when they were children and she had told him that Aegon the Conqueror spent nine nights out of ten with Rhaenys.

He was just as she remembered him.

"Did you hear that, son? Your mother never forgets anything." He muttered, looking her straight in the eye. She smiled at him with a sneer.

"Never."

Her husband responded to her words with the same expression, grinning.

"Little tease."

When they finally arrived in the Great Sept, to her surprise, they were greeted with flowers and cheers; contrary to what she thought, the people of the kingdom were not in favour of a bloody solution to the matter and wanted peace above all else.

They went inside through a side entrance, her mother, her uncle and everyone else waiting on a large stone platform, onto which they stepped, accompanied by the solemn sound of trumpets.

"Heir to the Iron Throne, Viserys Targaryen, his father, King Regent Aemond Targaryen and his mother, Queen Regent, Rhaenys Targaryen." She heard the voice of one of the guards and looked at him in shock.

Rhaenys Targaryen.

Her husband had ordered that her real name not be read out, only the one he had given her.

That was how he perceived her.

Her mother looked at her, furrowing her brow, thinking something bad had happened, but she nodded at her with a smile, feeling tears under her eyelids.

The crowds began to cheer, and an overwhelming relief could be felt all around her, as if fresh air had suddenly filled her lungs, and she began to breathe again. She kissed the temple of her son, who snuggled into her body, terrified by the sudden screams and loud sounds, seeking refuge in her.

The more Viserys grew, the more he reminded her of his father. He quivered with contentment as her husband leaned over him with a book, showing him drawings of dragons, reading aloud to him the history of their lineage. When he was alone, he spent his days in the library, sitting in the exact chair her uncle had sat in when they were still children.

His role overwhelmed him and she knew it; he was a polite, composed and sensitive child. He had watched his father when, cold and mocking, he had dealt with members of the Small Council who had aroused his frustration, also spending a lot of time with his uncle, Prince Aegon.

"I took the throne from him. What was rightfully his as first son." He told her once, pale, bent over a book as usual. She ran her hand through his hair in a subconscious, maternal reflex and hissed when she felt the baby kick inside her abdomen.

Her husband had told her the night before, kissing her rounded belly, that he had hoped that after three sons he would finally have a daughter, and indeed, she had hoped so too.

The whole kingdom benefited from how stable their relation was, how strong their partnership was, their union, their trust in each other.

"The matter of succession was unclear because, before his death, your grandfather said that Aegon should become King, even though he had forced the Lordships many years earlier to pay tribute to my mother as the heir to the throne. This caused both her rights to the throne and your uncle's to be challenged throughout the kingdom, and there was no way out of the situation except war, which would have destroyed us all. Your appearance was a sign from the gods." She said softly, and her son nodded, something like relief on his face. He stared ahead for a moment, playing with his fingers.

"Do you know when Princess Alyssa will return?" He asked quietly, as if embarrassed.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, remembering that, in fact, Alicent, Helaena and her two daughters had travelled to the Old Town some time ago to visit Dareon.

"Well. I do not know that." She answered truthfully.

Alyssa was the youngest child of Aegon and Helaena, already born after the Targaryen family's great truce, and in accordance with this agreement, she lived with her parents in the Red Keep.

She had inherited her mother's beautiful, delicate beauty and her father's cheerful, loud character, while retaining her gentleness and warmth. She used to laugh and speak a lot, hence it seemed to her that her son, withdrawn and quiet by nature, watched her from afar with indulgence and irritation rather than curiosity.

"Are you fond of her?" She continued, wanting to get more out of him, and he simply nodded.

"She is kind." He replied, playing between his fingers with the page of the book on his lap.

She smiled at him involuntarily, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Let's write her a letter then."

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Author's note: This is my most important, favorite and longest series since The Impossible Choice, Glass Cuts Deepest and The Man in the Black Mask and I must admit that I didn't expect it would have so many chapters. The story of Aemond and Rhaenys is special to me. Thank you for the wonderful reception of this series. There is also an epilogue coming, which you will read from the three diffirent perspectives: Viserys's, Aemond's and Rhaenys's.

[taesanluv3r]

crazy in love

han taesan x reader

this is so silly. i luv the idea of taesan being an annoying yapper bf and yn being a silly silly gf <3 lowercase intended, some cuss words, pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyy!

wc: 1,073

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"be honest with me right now...would you still love me if i was a worm?"

han taesan's laugh echoed against the walls of his cozy apartment, the one he shared with yn ln, the idiot who had asked him the question.

"darling, you know i'd love you even if one day you woke up to find yourself a monstrous vermin!" he'd exaggerate and she'd giggle, calling him a nerd for the obvious line he stole off of franz kafka's book, to which he'd respond with: "if you got the reference, you're just as much a nerd as i am!"

yn gets up and heads over to the kitchen, pouring herself her fifth iced-coffee of the day. "you know you'll get sick if you drink too much coffee, darling" the boy said, chuckling lightly when she rolled her eyes at him, joining him back on their living-room couch. "oh please, you're telling me this like you don't drink just as much!"

it wasn't unusual for the young couple to bicker this way. especially because of how similar they were; two yappers - or at least that's what their friend woonhak called them - who happened to fall in love. the living room was their favourite spot in the whole flat. on off days like this one you would find the pair snuggled up on their soft sofa, a blanket each - because sharing one would almost always end up in an argument.

the wide-screen tv played whatever movie from the late 2000s they decided to re-watch - partly because they enjoyed the routine, mostly because everything that was new didn't quite compare to the "classics". that didn't really matter though, because they'd end up forgetting all about the movie anyways, preferring to entertain each other instead. it could be anything. something as simple as a conversation about what silly prank riwoo pulled the other day, or what kind of an ugly outfit the girl had seen on a mannequin. sometimes they didn't care to talk at all; sometimes they'd kiss, and other times they'd do way more than that.

"darling, how many times have we seen this movie?" taesan asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the familiar scene appeared on the television. "i mean it's not even christmas time yet? why are we watching 'love, actually' again?" his girlfriend gasped in disbelief, looking at him as if the answer was obvious.

"for baby thomas brodie-sangster."

the boy scoffed, "oh please, the man is like- in his mid-thirtees now and he still looks like a baby!" she rolled her eyes again, "well duh! that's his charm! now shut up, you're annoying" she said, glaring at him coldly. it didn't last long though, the minute he shot her that stupidly adorable smile of his, she had forgotten all about how annoying her boyfriend was. her eyes went soft, the pout on her lips turning into a smile of its own.

"what?" he asked, tilting his head unconsciously to the side. he already knew the answer though, just because this has had happened countless times before. his hand moved to caress her cheek, the warmth of his touch making her blush. and then he said, in a voice so proud and almost cocky:

"falling in love with me all over again?"

he expected a nod, an agreement from her, but what he got instead was the shake of her head and an obnoxious giggle. "no...just wondering how i ended up with you- i mean a billion fish in the sea and i ended up with han-can't keep his mouth shut-taesan-ow!" taesan grinned as his girlfriend smoothed her palm against her head where he had jokingly slapped her.

"no, babe that one actually hurt" yn said, putting an end to his glory. his gaze softened and he was quick to react. "shit! i'm so sorry, darling..." he spoke softly this time, just above a whisper, and he pulled her close towards his chest. the boy pressed about a million kisses over the same spot on her head; again and again and again. it was sweet at first, the girl was just about to forgive him- well, until the innocent kisses became ticklish.

"tae...taesan...stop! it tickles!" those were the only few words she managed to muster out in between her laughs. in his usual menacing ways, the boy pretended not to hear his pleading girlfriend. instead, he thought it'd be a great idea to just straight up tickle her on purpose.

"haha! this is what you get, baby. i'm not stopping until you admit you're crazily in love with me...or until i get tired, whichever comes first" taesan taunts as his fingers continue to poke at her sides. "ah! never!" yn yelled, using all the strength in her body to flip him over, landing him on his back. she used his strategy against him, fingers rapidly tapping against his lower abdomen. "fuck..." she stopped and cussed, sitting completely still on his lap.

"you're not ticklish?"

he shook his head, a stupid smirk gleaming against his lips. "ugh, i hate you" she mumbled, giving up and falling down against his chest. his arms wrapped around her waist, her head nuzzled into his neck. "i win...now say it" taesan spoke, stroking her hair sweetly and tucking a couple strands away behind her ear. yn sighed dramatically as she sat up again.

"han taesan, i am crazily in love with you!"

the boy couldn't help but smile, breaking into a loving set of laughter, his hand moving to cover his mouth out of habit. contagious, she smiled as well - even if she hated the fact that she had lost - "i love you too, yn ln...my darling" he grinned, leaning into her lips and closing off any of the excess space between them.

"mm~ i like the taste of this lip-balm...you know if you use it more, i'll kiss you more" taesan said, licking his lips as they parted with her cherry-flavoured ones. "liar...you'd kiss me just the same amount with or without!" she argued, "and what makes you think that?" he retaliated. "cause you're obsessed with me!" her statement makes him laugh, "and you aren't?" he chuckled when she didn't respond.

"that's what i thought"

yn just hummed after that, not really planning on arguing any further. partly cause she was tired from all the tickling, but mostly because she just couldn't. taesan was, correct! afterall, she is just...

crazily in love with him.

the end.

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this was supposed to be a sungho fic but i accidentally wrote it TOOOOO taesan so 😭 but i will write a sungho fic soon so yeppi fans don't sue me pls </3 anyways hope u enjoyed! sorry i havent been as active as i used to be :( tysm for reading, reblogs/feedback r appreciated!! love, kona.

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[tteokdoroki]

hello beloved aali, for your prompt game i am humbly asking for— ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ —with best boi kirishima eijirou <3 whatever kink you think fits best :P i hope u are well ! kissing u ! 😽💞

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

extension. marking kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. thank u sainty baby!! hope u enjoy hehe

when he faces the world, kirishima is kind and gentle. he’s a favoured amongst all for his bright ruby eyes and friendly smile. 

but when you’re alone in your bedroom, he transforms into a completely different person — he can be rough, and mean and everything you need to get off.

“that’s it baby, lift your leg for me,” kirishima coos down to you condescendingly, the pads of his fingers sinking so deep into your fleshy thigh that it might bruise. it’s one of his favourite things, seeing all the places he’s left his claim on you the morning after — just the sight of every scratch or bump and bruise sends blood rushing straight to his drippy cock and love hormones to his brain. 

when eijirou gets like this — you can barely even think about the flash of pain shooting through you as he hoists your leg up high on his shoulder, overwhelming you with the feeling of how much deeper he can get at this ankle. his head shifts to the left, condescending smirk spreading across his lips and revealing pretty rows of sharpened pearly whites. “you like it like that, don’t you baby?” 

he presses a kiss to your calf, nipping it with his teeth and smirking when your buck upwards in response. 

your brain literally lags, barely able to handle the size of kirishima has he hangs over you — pressing you into the sheets as his heavy cock stretches you open. he pushes on despite the resistance of your tiny, weeping little hole. the public wouldn’t believe you if you their beloved red riot got like this, panting like a dog in heat, a drooling mess over you whenever he got the chance to fuck you. the sight is a picture of scandal, your cream foaming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, smearing about the place every time the red head plunges into your welcoming heat. 

“oh, baby… listen to you, so fuckin’ soaked for me, oh god?” eijirou simpers lowly, a growl brewing within his broad chest at the feeling of you tightening around him. his dick slots perfectly against your squelching walls, and the crude and lewd sound of your sexes smacking together makes him so dizzy that his head drops to your neck weakly. 

“uhuh, all f’you,” you manage to gasp out from underneath him — trapped between kirishima’s bulking body as he pounds into you and the sweaty sheets that stick to your back, tainted with both of your arousals. 

the way you sound so breathless drives eijirou insane, you’ve got him losing his cool and losing himself in you — brutally swinging his hips into you without giving your swollen, salacious cunt a second thought. “god, fuck— c’mere baby, c’mere,” he seethes meanly as if you’re not already impossibly close. a weighty hand snakes around your neck, a thumb resting on your subtle Adam’s apple as kirishima pulls your throat up to his hungry mouth. “gonna mark this pretty fuckin’ throat up, needa— holy shit!”

he cuts himself off, your ribbed walls fluttering around his monstrous dick, suffocating him inside of you. instead of rambling on with slurred speech— kirishima pacifies himself by sucking on your neck, his teeth scraping your supple skin, sinking into it to leave his mark. his groans change to sweet, high pitched moans and pleasure smooths over his frenzied brain. 

he doesn’t care now, that his teeth are sharp and pointed — he only cares for the way you wail in surprise as he leaves dark hues up and down your shoulders and neck. it’s his mark of possession, that you’re his and only his. eijirou’s hot tongue soothes the blistering love bites that he leaves on you while his arm wraps around the back of your head to keep you caged in beneath him. 

“you're mine,” the red head growls between panting in pockets, lungs heaving in sync with yours — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “you've always been mine.” he reaffirms, sucking just under your ear too. mostly anywhere he can get access to. “love seeing you covered in me, no one else can have you like this. right, baby?”

you’d reply if you could, but you’re too busy choking on your pitiful groans that tell him you’re close to cumming. your nails scale their way down the muscles of his back — marking eijirou up in your own way too. letting him know he’s just as much yours, as you are his.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved �� tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.