#khh request

[itz-aeri]

Moon Sujin “Baby PLZ” ft. Jay Park (without jay)

[zenuloo]

Can you write a medium to long, friends to lovers ff about woo wonjae 🎀🎀🎀🎀

can't believe you're making me do this...

anyways, im staying true to my bio LOL so yes. its kind of rushed but uhhhhhhhh I hope its ok. it's more were-friends-but-i-dont-want-to-be to almost-lovers than friends to lovers I hope u don't mind..... I can write a part 2 if u want me to js lmk. ok I'll shut up now here u go. also im tagging u for SHAME @therealbobbyshloby

(1k words)

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The semester was ending and so was my patience. 

I still remember my first day. It had been a tiring day, the only physical outstand of my want to continue with it being a five-foot-eleven, blonde, basketball buff sitting at the desk in front of mine. I had never spoken to him, never even exchanged glances with him, but nothing stopped me from filling my boredom with scenarios of our future meeting.

‘You’re smiling at him again.’ Wonjae whispered from beside me, just below the volume that no one else would hear. I felt his gaze pressen against the side of my face and only hoped in a twist of reality that he would give up and turn away. But he remained unmoving, an irritation. Like always, he would try to speak to me, and like always, I had no desire to answer.

Wonjae was the only friend acquaintance I had made at college, though I didn't speak to him often, it was trusting to know he was there, despite his own large circle in which I had no interest in ever becoming a part of. And so, everytime he would try to indulge in conversation with me, I would murmur an uninterested response in hopes that he would leave me alone.

‘Shh.’ I couldn’t look at him. Not like this, not when I didn't know why he was yet again interfering with my longing at the man sat in front of me in class, the man he somehow knew I would do anything for a chance to speak to. And so I said nothing, only listened as he chuckled at my irritance and returned his attention back to the professor. 

When class was over, he followed me in confidence. We weren’t close enough to be together alone, yet I felt somehow comfortable in his unwanted presence.  As we were walking, I felt his eyes linger on me once more. Although, this time, I felt the need to know why.

I stopped walking. As did he.

‘What’s going on?’ I asked, warily.

His eyebrow quirked at my question. ‘In life, or…’ 

I'm not doing this, I told myself in reassurance, but my own mind betrayed me. I shut my eyes in an intake of breath and allowed myself a moment to calm before responding, but it did no help for my growing frustration. I dead-panned. ‘Yes, in life. I’d love to know about your life, Wonjae. I think it’d be really interesting for me to stand here and listen to you talk about your life for like an hour and then maybe we could go to a cafe and you talk about your life some more.’ 

The smile that rose to his lips was shortly replaced with a vacant look of displeasure.

 ‘You’re funny.’ He said, reproducing my sarcasm. ‘But seriously, what do you mean, what's going on?’  His eyes searched mine like floodlights, scanning for my answer between my features. I kept them stone, unmoving. I couldn't believe his naivety to question my question.

‘With you! You’re being… weird.’

‘Weird? By talking to you?’ He laughed again and the sound made my stomach sick as if it knew he was mocking me. ‘Is there something so wrong about wanting to be your friend?’

I felt stupid. ‘No.’ 

‘Then good. I’ll see you in tomorrow's class.’

The ignorance I had given to the pure innocence in his sudden closeness made me feel small, unworthy of his attention. He just wanted to be my friend. Yet something sinister still felt like it was bubbling below his intentions and I felt an urge to figure him out. An urge to understand why he kept trying to talk to me, why wanted to be my friend.

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I spent the night scrolling mindlessly on my phone, photo after photo of students I hadn’t wished to learn the name of flashing up on the screen. My mind stilled when I laid my eyes upon a familiar trail of black thorns, cascading up the neck of a man whose face I had never truly studied before, despite my knowing him. He wasn’t as smug behind camera, wasn’t as teasing or intimidating when caught in still motion; I didn't feel the looming chaos that he could expose my crush at any moment, ridicule me for all my flaws. He was just a guy, uninvolved yet present. 

My heart subsided when I noticed the arm of the man beside him.

My class crush. 

They were friends.

My fingers stilled above the screen, sending pangs of indescribable shame to course through my body and send shocks that dulled my former attraction to him to substitute themselves for embarrassment. Wonjae would have told him. That's why he befriended me; to laugh about my crush with his friend.

Leaping to my feet, rage enveloped me. It was an emotion I had never felt before, humiliation; an emotion I had never allowed to form beneath the depth of my brain, deep enough to drown. This was why I never spoke to him, this was why my unresolved disgust for Woo Wonjae had settled so elegantly within me. But nothing had saved what I was trying to protect, stolen from within me - shame, pity, embarrassment.

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‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

I met him outside, prior to our class. I had to know.

‘Didn’t know I had to… You sure like to ask me questions, sweetheart.’ He laughed.

I didn't know how to feel, I didn't know if I should be angry at him for not telling me, or angry at myself for not asking.

‘Don’t call me sweetheart.’

‘Why not? Wish I was him instead?’ His laugh reached his eyes, curling up and forming dimples in between his brows. 

No. I wanted to say. I just want to speak to you without the fear that you'll taunt me. Why I want to speak to you, is a mystery upon myself.

‘Why didn’t you sit with him on the first day? Why did you constantly irritate me when he was right there? You could have sat with him instead’, was what I really said, concealed to me that this would be exactly where the truth would lie, waiting, waiting, waiting.  

He shook his head. 

‘You really have no idea, do you?’

I could only stare back.

‘I don’t want you to look at him.’

‘What?’

‘Look at me.’

Look at me. 

[got7]

DeVita  ‘NAUGHTY’ (2023) for @itzsaki 💟

[producerguk]

hiii. i used to post some of my writing here, but i had to take a long break for study related reasons. now, i finally have the chance to come back as a writer and i couldn’t be more excited.

i'm currently working on a the rose fanfic, with the main pairing being woosung and dojoon. I'll drop some spoiler soon, hopefully.

i just want to say that requests are currently open. i'll write for any k-idols or k-actors/k-actresses you may like. khh too (i have a long list of dpr plot bunnies, beware). self insert reader or pairing, feel free to contact me if you have any request <3

[whats-wild-to-you]

request for a smut..?

reader comes home drunk and throws herself at Jay

he finally lets her have her way with him after much protest

thank you 😀

Damn I know Jay likes them thicc girls (at least according to his lyrics 😏) but I just imagined his petite girlfriend trying to wrestle him to the ground 🤣 of course he would be stronger than her but I feel like he would let her ‘win’ … but then again if they have sex they both win 😏

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After a long night out partying with her girl friends, Jay’s girl came home drunk, wobbling from side to side as she tried to unlock the door. Jay was in the living room, furiously typing on his laptop when his drunk girlfriend stumbled inside, stopping a few feet away from him, squinting her eyes as if that would help her see better.

“Looks like you had fun?”

It wasn’t exactly a question but she found herself giggling when she saw Jay raising an eyebrow at her.

“Long Island Iced Teas taste good.”

“Is that so?”

He chuckled at her adorableness when she clumsily tried to remove her cross body bag. Before she could strangle herself with its strap, he sighed and got up to help her.

“Here. Let me do it for you.”

She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Her lips left feathery kisses on his skin. Despite him trying to evade her lips, even in her drunken state she could tell he liked it.

“I’m horny.” She breathed out, burying her hands underneath his shirt.

“You’re drunk.” He retorted, as a matter of fact, leaving no room for discussion. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her. Didn’t matter that she was his girl.

“How about I make you some soup and you go and take a shower in the meantime.”

“I’d rather get rid of our clothes and let you eat me out.”

“Really?” He said in a surprised yet playful tone.

She nodded, and with one swift motion, managed to pull his shirt over his head. Her lips grazing over his chest, dangerously close to his perfectly pink nipples, send a warm sensation right between her legs. She had a thing for them and could hear Jay drawing in sharp breaths the closer her lips got to them. When her tongue licked over his hardened nipple, Jay let out a low grunt.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to their bedroom. But the joke was on her when he grabbed her by the shoulders instead, lightly pushing her off him.

“I’m really tired.” He tried again.

“Hey! That’s my line!”

Her quick comeback caught him by surprise and left him speechless.

He only smirked, before he finally threw her over his shoulder and carried her to their bedroom.

He placed her on the bed, slowly undressing her. When she sat in front of him only in her underwear, he started undressing himself. Before he could unbutton his pants, her fingers were already unzipping his fly.

“I’m not that drunk!” She said in her defense when she caught Jay’s hesitant look.

She got up, standing in front of him, allowing him to unclasp her bra.

The moment he did, she stepped even closer to him, burying her fingers in his hair, slowly guiding his lips towards her plump breasts.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and after he dedicated a decent amount of time to her left breast, he moved on to the right. Her fingers were still in his hair, occasionally pulling roughly on it whenever his tongue flicked over her erect nipples. He licked and bit them until she was begging him to move further south.

She removed her panties and her fingers disappeared in the hem on his own. Cupping his erection over the fabric, she saw his own fingers caressing her wet folds, spreading the moisture all over her sex.

“Touch me, please!”

He smirked before his lips crashed on hers, and she felt him slowly guiding her back to the bed. He laid her back down and took his lips off hers, his gaze traveling down her body before his hands retraced the same path. They stopped at her wet opening and she hungrily arched her back, allowing his mouth to get even closer to her.

“Patience, baby!”

He angled her legs and she propped herself up on her elbows to have a better view for when his head disappeared between her legs.

The soft touch of his tongue on her sensitive skin made her erupt in goosebumps. She drew in a sharp breath when his tongue grazed her opening.

Through hooded eyelids she watched him lap against her swollen clit. When she threw her head back, moaning in delight, Jay knew she was close. Wanting to feel her around his cock when she climaxed, he took a step back and pushed himself inside her.

He knew he didn’t have much time so he drove his rigid cock in and out of her rapidly. To his surprise he spilled his cum inside her the same time she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, tightening around his pulsating cock.

Tired, he collapsed on top of her, covering the soft skin of her breasts in kisses. After they had showered together and Jay had put on one of his shirts on her, they cuddled closely, falling into a peaceful sleep.

[eureka-its-zico]

Is there any DPR Ian fics that anyone wants or wishes to see? Any scenarios you might want to request? I’m open to taking some because I’m in full brain mode.

Please feel free to send some requests my way 🖤

[wreckingtickles]

Tama v. Bakugo

Yep, this tickling fic was inspired by Tama's absolutely stellar Bakugo piece, which will live rent-free in my mind... probably forever?

Fun fact #1: Bakugo broken with ruthless foot tickling is my favorite thing in the world, it's not even a contest. No. 1 lee, no. 1 spot. Just perfect.

Fun fact #2: Many of the lins the characters say are taken straight from Tama's drawings depicting Bakugo and her favorite teases.

Words: 2,678

What the fuck is happening?

Bakugo glances about in the infinite blank space. White everywhere the eye can see, even below him there isn’t so much as a hint of a floor; and yet, it’s undeniable the contraption he’s sitting in is resting on something; heck, he himself must be sitting on something, though he can see nothing under himself.

Right, the contraption: a set of purplish-gray stocks encasing his ankles, raising them just enough that they’re almost level with his chest, which juts prominently forward as massive manacles restrain his forearms together behind his back. The top of the stocks is a black and curved, and, on top of blocking Bakugo’s view of his feet, he can feel that each of his toes has been tied to it, keeping his soles perfectly spread, vulnerable and immobile.

The only other thing he can see is a small, round table right next to the stocks, lying on something that should be below the floor, and on top of the gray table, a squat bottle of clear fluid, purple-capped and purple-labeled.

Suddenly, a tall, curvy woman is standing right in front of him. Everything on her person is some shade of yellow. What stands out right away is her slip-on dress, barely cladding her buxom form; then, her sea witch-like hair, like carefully permed algae, and… is that a raw egg on her head?

Each of her fingers ends in a long, sharp nail, painted yellow, of course. She’s brandishing an oversized detailing brush, which is almost as big as Bakugo’s foot. There’s something ominous about its purple shell and the hundreds of bristles under it.

“And who the fuck are you?” asks Bakugo, resolute not to show any trace of doubt or fear.

The woman’s voice is saccharine. “Maybe someone who thinks you need an attitude adjustment. Maybe someone who wants to see you relax and laugh. Or maybe someone who’s about to torture you for information.”

She notices Bakugo stiffen at that last remark, so she presses on. “Wanna go ahead and tell me where your hero friends are??” Her request sounds both ecstatic and devious, like she’s not trying to wring information out of him, but about to pull a prank.

“Get fucked,” he deadpans.

“Suit yourself!!” she trills, far too happy at his refusal. But he has no time to linger on her response, because something is leaving a fiery trail on his left foot, starting from the heel and traveling up, towards his toes. Fuck no. Not that. He stills himself, biting his lower lip, determined not to make a sound, to keep his face expressionless.

Her fingernail completes its journey and withdraws, and for a single moment, Bakugo allows himself to hope that will be it; but then, he feels four nails gently scratching at his heel.

“How’s that?” she chirps. “Heels aren’t usually very sensitive, and I’m sure yours aren’t either, right?”

She lets her fingers roam the mound for a few more moments (damn his Quirk for keeping his soles soft and callous-free!), then a single nail starts scratching at the point where his heel begins to flatten into his arch.

“Now this tends to be a loooot more sensitive,” she continues, and Bakugo has to grind his teeth together to keep from making a sound. It’s just one finger. Shit.

But then all four fingernails are dragged up his arch, and the corner of his mouth threatens to betray him. She says nothing, dragging her nails up, then down, then up again. No, he won’t smile, he won’t laugh, he won’t break, he won’t, he won’t! But then the four wanderers reach the ball of his foot.

“Khh!” escapes his treacherous lips, fruitlessly attempting to jerk his foot for the first time, but he immediately regains his composure… or something that resembles it.

“Yes, I think this ball here is very, very sensitive! But where does it tickle the most? Under? Right in the middle? Just above? I think it looks even more ticklish than the base of these toes, and these look sooooo ticklish!”

Bakugo would be cussing her out if he wasn’t so intent on repressing peals of giggling – giggling, him! He won’t answer, not like he needs to, because his warped features, the unrestrained snorts, the twisting of his upper body tell Tama everything she needs to know.

Yes, indeed, it’s even more sensitive than those nice-looking toes. That ball is ticklish indeed, extremely, excruciatingly ticklish. And she’ll play a game with it and the foot it’s attached to.

She makes a show of resting the brush on the table, and Bakugo would be relieved if his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in a long-failed attempt to hide his reactions.

But then four more fingers start scratching at his right foot, and the seal of his lips breaks. “Keh! Shit��� Shit-!”

Tama smirks deviously, her hands still moving with the theatrical deliberateness of a clairvoyant interrogating her sphere… except the answer to her question is already quite obvious.

She’s teasing his arches, still going slow, she told herself she won’t start being sort of mean until the dam breaks… and she knows it’s about to.

In fact, it only takes a couple more seconds for his helpless struggling to become that much more desperate, for the volume of his voice to increase so…

“KEH!” he exhales again through gritted teeth, his face flushing rapidly and… poor guy, he already has tears in his eyes.

Tama lingers just a fraction of a second longer on his toes – her nails can easily slip between them, reaching skin that was never meant to be touched – and…

“S-SHIHIT!!” tumbles out of Bakugo’s lips… giving Tama the go-ahead. And as her fingernails begin to move with practiced spit and masterful precision, the professional hero realizes he never stood a chance.

“BWHAAAAAA! BWHAHHAAHA HAHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHA!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAAHHAAHAH!! SHIHIHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”

With pinpoint precision, Tama targets the top of his heel, then the base of his toes; the bottom of the ball of his foot, then the stems; the center of the arch, then the middle of the ball; the top of the ball, and between the toes. It’s an expert flurry that not even someone far less ticklish than Bakugo could resist, and with both feet at her disposal, perfectly vulnerable, she can target different spots on each foot, introducing Bakugo to a new level of hysteria.

“HAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA AHHAHAAHAHAH!! FUHAHAHAHHAHACK HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Theeere we go!!” trills Tama, scratching at the pads of both big toes.

“Now that’s a happy face,” she continues, her left hand focusing on the right heel.

“Don’t you feel so much better just relaxing and laughing like this??” she questions as she slips a finger between each set of toes.

“Seriously, you’ll give yourself wrinkles if you constantly scowl!!” she advises while her right hand wreaks havoc just under the ball of his left foot.

“Happiness is a much better look on you!!” she proclaims, happily scribbling at the base of his toes.

“You are just EXPLODING with laighter!!” she quips right before all her fingernails converge right at the center of the balls of both feet, making Bakugo howl.

“FUUHUHHAHAHAHUCHK!! FUCK! FUCK! GggrrRAHAHHAHHHRRGHAAH!! Fucking stoOHOOP!! THIS IS TOHOOHOHORTURE!! AhGHAGAHGAAHAHAHAHH!!”

Tama doens’t bother pointing out that that is the point – as far as he knows. No, she just flexes every inch of her incomparable skill to make sure that she’s extracting the most distilled form of hysterical agony every second – each one of which feels like an eternity to tickle-addled Bakugo.

“Awwww, so ticklish!! Gitchy gitchy gitchy!! How about here~? Or here~? My my, you’re just a walking tickle spot, huh? Are you just soooo ticklish??? Tickle tickle!!” she teases, knowing full well that Bakugo can understand one word out of three, but her cooing tone is enough for him to realize he is being teased, and that stokes the fire of his powerless rage. He even tries to insult her through the deafening peals of laughter… too bad surge of high-pitched mirth cuts him off when she focuses on the ball of his right foot and the base of his left toes at the same time.

How deliciously he is thrashing, flushing, tearing up, laughing, laughing, laughing, hating her, but really his own off-the-charts sensitivity.

And naturally, Tama goes on teasing him. “You’re such a gigglebox!! Sooo cute!! You just gonna giggle yourself to death?? What if I get those toes, huh?? What are you gonna do then??”

Bakugo is in hell. The worst thing is that he doesn’t even care about the humiliation anymore. He just wants – NEEDS it to stop.

And she does, about ten minutes of desperate laughter later. Not because she’s taken pity on him, no. She needs his sense sharp, lest a single scratch of hers be sub-optimal. And she wants him to be able to make sense of her words.

So as the phantom tickles keep him flailing about, she reaches for the bottle and, calmly, opens the cap, squirts its content in the palm of her hand, puts it back on the table, closes it, and rubs the lotion into her palms.

By then, his laughter has tapered off into steady giggling, which is also dying down. She notices the tears in his eyes and smirks. Then, she proceedd to rub the red soles with her lathered hands.

His limp body instantly stiffens when he feels her touch – Ah, what delightful fear she’s instilled! – though he is too tired to pretend he can put up a fight, and warily lets her rub his ravaged soles, secretly relieved that her touch is dispelling the phantom tickles.

Poor guy, he has no idea how much worse this is about to get, and will keep getting. So she is extra nice with her massage, as if to make up for what she is about to do, while waiting for his sensitivity and his reactions to recover fully. How unfortunate that he has such good stamina!

“Sooo, anything you want to tell me?” she enquires.

It takes Bakugo a long time to answer. “G-get… fucked…” he repeats, his hoarse voice breaking as he’s still trying to project strength.

Tama chuckles. How delightful. But she wears her best scowl as she says, “That’s not nice at all!! I think someone owes me an apology!!”

Bakugo breathes in, then out. He sits upright, blinks off the tears to scowl at her. “Get… fucked.”

Oh, how hard she has to fight to suppress that chuckle! How thoroughly he’s taken that bait! Gobbled it right up, as soon as she lured him into a sense of self-possession, that maybe he could take this.

“Just know I won’t stop until you’re ready to apologize, ok??” she says, and then scratches.

Bakugo YELPS. As much as they’d tickled him, none of his friends had ever introduced him to baby oil. She pauses just long enough for the realization to sink in and register on his features.

Then the kiddy gloves come off.

“AGAGAGAGAGAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! HAHHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAAFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

The next ten minutes are unadulterated, coerced hysteria, Bakugo caught in a losing battle between his will and his body. Tama says nothing, only humming to herself. She knows the last of his defenses are coming down. But that’s no good reason to go easy on those footsies, is it?

“RRRRHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAGHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHFHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PHEHEHHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

She focuses on his toes.

“SSSSSTHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! GHAHAHAGHAAGAHAGHAAA!! PPLHEHEHEHEHAASEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

His arches…

“HAHHAHA!! STOHOP!! PLEHEHASE!!! STHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAP!!”

Begging, uh? Oh, if he could notice… No matter, he will, later. The ball of his foot.

“FUFUFHAHAHAHAHACCKK!! PLAHAHAHA!!! STHAHAHA!!!! PLEAPLEAHAHSEPLEASEHEHEHE!!! IHAHAH!!! I’M SOHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!”

There it is. He’s cracked. Though, to be fair, he probably hasn’t even realized it.

What he does realize is that Tama won’t pause to let him apologize. After all, if he’s too sensitive to even speak, that’s not her fault, is it?

“HAHAHAHAHSSOOSOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! MMHAHAHAHAH”” I’m SOHOHAHAHAHAH---!!”

Oh, he nearly did it! How tragic he’s been consigned to the pit of silent laughter, so close to the finish line! His eyes are vacuous, incredulous, his mouth open and frozen into a manical cackle that just won’t come.

Well, if he won’t apologize, he can take more. So Tama doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. It takes him all of 30 seconds – probably two hours in Bakugo-time – for all the words he’d been wanting to say to erupt in pitiful string. “STOPPLEASESTOPOKAYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYSTOPITSOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

How loud he is! But, always true to her word, Tama does stop.

Oh, how he instantly crumbles! Like a puppet whose strings have been cut. How he pants, like he’s just run three consecutive marathons! Beautiful. Just beautiful. “Theeere we go!! Now that wasn’t so hard!!”

She rubs his sore feet again – with more oil, of course. His crimson soles positively glisten.

Now for the offer he can’t accept. “Remind me again, where are your hero friends??”

He freezes. He’d forgotten. Ah, that surge of resolve! Now that he’s been reminded of why he has to endure, he’s somehow convinced himself he won’t falter again. She snickers. It’s too easy.

He says nothing – just stares at her defiantly, flushed though he is, tear-trails down his cheeks, soaked hair stuck to his forehead. She smiles. And grabs the brush.

And something inside Bakugo dies as he feels the bristles scratching at his right sole. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHACK!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHAAHHA!!!”

“Ohh, what a scream!! Is this the sweet spot, right at the top?? Perfect, I’ll just keep the brush right here for a while then- no?? Ahaha! Now why would I tickle you anywhere else, when this spot makes you beg for mercy so deliciously~?”

It was a half-lie – he didn’t have the capacity to beg for mercy anymore. Or maybe he does. Well, it is gone for sure the second her free hand makes contact with his left foot, all while the scrub keeps going up and down, up and down…

No amount of screaming or crying will save Bakugo. He’s just there to take it – he can’t, yet he will.

“Wow, your soles are so red. And look at all those nail marks. That must really, really tickle, huh?? Like seriously, it looks unbearable. Good thing you have to take it and not me, huh??”

He can’t understand her, but she keeps teasing to shatter whatever spec of ego is left. She moves the brush to the other foot, but her nails aren’t deserting the first.

He just screams, and laughs, and drools, and begs. Nothing else he can do. And soon, he can’t even do that anymore. Silent laughter. The brush switches foot. Screaming, crying, drooling, begging! He doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to say to make it stop.

It is pure self-preservation that somehow cuts through the laughter as the brush scrubs up and down his right foot, and her fingernails focus on the very center of the ball of the left. The kill. “AUGKHAHA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

She doesn’t stop.

“BFHAHAHAHA! I’LL TALK!!”

How long until he burns himself out again?

“KGAHAH! KEE! MAKE IT STAHP!! GYA!”

She doesn’t stop. But he’s running on fumes, and he can understand her again. Not for long. So she trills, “In only 30 minutes? And you were such a little toughie, too!!”

She won’t stop. She sees it in his eyes, the moment the realization hits.

“Let’s make it an even hour.”

And a second brush materializes in her free hand. Bakugo bellows – screams – groans – this can’t be happening, but it is. He’s broken, defeated. Two brushes energetically scrubbing at his feet, and having gone through all four stages of grief without any of them diminishing the torment one bit, his mind short-circuits. He’s been reduced to a machine that can do nothing but laugh.

But he doesn’t make it through the hour, no. He doesn’t even last 10 minutes after the second brush is introduced before his body surrenders. He goes limp, still twitching, breathing deeply, passed out, with the biggest cackle frozen on his face.

Tama stops. Smiles. “Until the next drawing,” she trills.

[bangtanjake]

where the girlys that write about khh/krnb artists? or if you’re taking requests i got a few☺️

and i mean write about Simon Dominic woo wonjae loco gray DeVita sikk haon big naughty bloo nafla code kunst bibi ash island gemini giriboy

[yumejo]

a blood-sucking pas de deux.

「vamp!tenshouin eichi x vivian // kiteichi - vampire au」 ↳ gift for @yumebait ! cw: a little suggestive

The complications of being a sickly child and a vampire was unconscionable—it meant requiring to consume more blood than average, which was a deplorable and maddening task on its own. Yet even for Eichi who had all the necessary resources to manage such a condition, he loathed it.

Dropping a sanguine-coloured tablet into a glass nestled on his desk, Eichi gaped with enervated eyes as it dissolved and tainted the pellucid water within. The amount of blood supplements Eichi was forced to deplete was downright lamentable, but there was nothing more he could do but guzzle them down all the same.

Suddenly, as he brought the crescent rim up to his lips, there was a resounding knock; and before he could inquire on who it was, the very visage he yearned to see popped her cute little head in. “Eichi, I heard from Keito-kun that you were still here⋯ shouldn’t you be home by now?”

From behind Eichi’s frame, the moon illuminated through the window pane and ensnared his entity in an ethereal and sanctified glow; even if he was anything but holy.

“I had some extra proposals I needed to work through. Knights’ producer gave me three different ideas for the same live⋯ she’s quite the hardworker,” Eichi laughed quietly, albeit the sound was strained as he took a sip of the sickeningly red ‘water’, “but I know you’re not here to listen to me blather about work. Is there anything I can do for you, Vivian?”

Eichi’s beloved Vivian—her radiance was salubrious, ameliorating the natural decay he constantly underwent and filling him with vitality. His best friend and a human, too; which was always a topic of conversation whenever she was mentioned around his family.

Shaking her head softly, Vivian ambled deeper into the student council, door closing behind her figure, and reiterated, “I just wanted to check in on you.”

Incapable of suppressing a smile, no matter how exhausted he was he could always smile for her, Eichi relinquished another laugh. “I’m fine, I promise,” he assured her, once again taking a desperate sip as a burst of dizziness spun in his head, “I won’t say no if you want to watch over me, though♪”

“Of course!” Vivian twittered whilst capering over to one of the unoccupied chairs settled at the side of the room. “I’ll stay with you until you’re finished.

A certain, familiar dissatisfaction threaded through Eichi’s emotions as he examined how far away she was from him. “Bring the chair closer, we’re friends; you shouldn’t be sitting all the way over there,” he requested, a surge of appeasement overthrowing him as Vivian complied.

Now with her right beside him as he oversaw these proposals, Eichi was content.

Although, truthfully, a maelstrom of abysmal censure was brewing within the pit of his stomach.

Vivian’t sweet, exquisite scent wafted in the air to Eichi’s heightened senses, corroding his entire body from the inside out with a ravenous hunger. It was pitiful of him, truly—hence how he had already begun to berate himself.

Eichi should already be at home, not here overworking himself to the absolute limits of his ability, and he shouldn’t have asked Vivian to come closer to him when he knows how thirsty he is—but he couldn’t cope with the possibility of being so far from her.

“Not now⋯” he uttered beneath his breath, shaky and feverish gasps of air emitting from his trembling lips. Desperately, Eichi began to swill his supplementary ‘water’ with more urgency.

Ah, fate was truly unfair.

Tilting her head solicitously as she heard Eichi murmuring, Vivian reached forward and placed a delicate hand on his forearm. “A-Are you okay, Eichi? You’re pale⋯”

“I’m alright. Just have a little bit of a headache,” Eichi gave her a vague, half-heated lie, although part of him knows that Vivian is already seeing right through him, “Don’t worry about me—khh!”

“Eichi!” Vivian’s disquieted voice tore through the pain throbbing in his body, and she brought herself even closer to him; the propinquity making him woozy and unbearably weak. “Y-You need something more than these supplements, right?”

“Vivian, don’t,” Eichi snapped, wretched despair twisting his guts in a mess, “Don’t say it.”

In the worst cases, Eichi was so damn tenacious, wasn’t he?

“I’m not giving you a choice!”

Thrusting her wrist in front of Eichi’s face, Vivian hopelessly pressed the joint against his lips; shivering as the wet flesh grazed such a sensitive spot.

“Drink from me⋯ and you can buy me dinner after, okay? Deal?”

Vivian’s pulse vibrated against his lips as he found himself kissing the supple skin, a delirious-sounding moan overflowing from his hoarse vocals as he inhaled her scent so closely. “Ahh⋯ you’re playing so cruelly,” Eichi whispered, tongue running across her wrist as he abdicated his personal morals, “I’ll be gentle.”

Finally conceding, the voracity reverberating from the depths of his core pervading so acutely he couldn’t ignore it any longer, Eichi parted his mouth wide; pearly-white and sharp fangs glistening in the scintillating moonlight.

That gleam only dissipated into an unholy darkness the moment his fangs sunk deeply into Vivian’s flesh, losing its hallowed lustre as he committed such a monstrous act.

Squeezing an eye shut as she winced in pain, a piercing and unparalleled sting course through the excoriated spot, Vivian exhaled. She could never begin to imagine the kind of harrow Eichi goes through, so sacrificing this little bit of pain was the least she could sacrifice for him.

As Eichi’s fangs pumped the natural aphrodisiac into Vivian’s veins, he tenderly held onto her; lithe fingers stroking her skin to alleviate any discomfort. Once he scrutinised her cheeks flushing with warmth, eyes glazing over with a mind-numbing daze, Eichi, as weak as he was, smiled against her wrist.

“Mm—!” Eichi melted into her as he slowly began to suck, the succulent taste of her blood seeping across his tongue. It was delicious, it was heavenly—it was everything he’d been dreaming of.

Eichi had drank from Vivian before—they’ve been friends since the beginning of their tale—but he always abhorred the idea of asking for any of her blood. It had been such a long time since he had tasted her, he nearly forgot how utterly delectable she was.

Eichi would rather die alone in a ditch than burden her with such a duty of giving him her blood any more than as a last resort. She was far too precious to him⋯

Resonating within the room was Vivian’s quiet, hushed mewls and the lewd squelching of Eichi slurping from her wrist. “E-Eichi⋯ mmh,” Vivian called out his name benginly, her body quivering in her seat as hot pleasure permeated through the seams of her nerves; the pain was almost nonexistent to her now, mind only able to rivet onto the rapture.

And god, for Eichi, each little pule emanating from her mellifluous vocals only made his instincts palpitate and galvanised him into sucking a little harder on her sensitive joint; desperate to hear more of her cries. It was selfish, naturally, but she was too irresistible like this. 

Pliant and drowning in the haze of arousing blood-sucking, Vivian was angelic—even as he perpetrated her with his wicked desires, her needy silhouette should be memorialised,

“Vivian, stay still,” Eichi whispered between greedy gulps, his words making her descend further into his sinful thrall. “Just a little more, please⋯ then, I’ll buy you anything you want for dinner; with dessert, of course.”

Hearing that implore, Vivian fluttered her eyes shut and nodded.

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Sleepover Shenanigans - Part 2

Mod Yosh asked me if I would expand on her Sleepover Shenanigans story, and I finally got around to it! - Kitty

[Part 1] by Yosh Based on [this picture] by Secret

It could still all be just a prank. He managed to glimpse the shining numbers on the alarm clock beyond the horde of toothy grins. Only barely past midnight — there was no way their interest wouldn’t fade in an hour at most.

The legion of fingers landed; scribbling, squeezing, pinching, raking. The swarm of physical sensation was overwhelming enough, but the accompanying flood of intent was a new layer of panic-inducing torment entirely — a mix of voracious appetites probing him for reactions, chipping at his blasé mask.

Sans bucked and twisted with a squeal, but there was nowhere to go, his small frame pinned by legs and magic. “wahaaaaaiiit—! aaahaaa! ohgahaaa—aaaahahaaaa!” Despite the onslaught, it wasn’t at all hard to pick apart the people behind the techniques.

“FFffuhuu—! Dang, Sans, you are INSANELY ticklish!” Undyne laughed boisterously, scratching roughly all over his ribs, quickly leaving the unfortunate skeleton nearly breathless already.

“That’s why he tries to keep it such a secret,” Papyrus commented with a bit of a snicker as his familiar, pointed fingertips traced the weak points under Sans’s arms.

Frisk’s soft hands squeezed at his spine with malicious purpose, fingerpads poking between his sensitive vertebrae. “Hehe, just like he keeps it secret that he thinks it’s fun, right?”

“H-he likes it?” Alphys asked, slightly shocked, her shyly skittering claws at his feet faltering.

“noho no!” Sans protested, wishing he had the power to wipe the silly, wild grin off his face. He knew how to present an intimidating front, and there was no way he could pull it off like this.

“While it is impressive you are still able to resist, there is no longer any need to fight so hard, brother,” Papyrus pointed out. “The challenge is over, and you are free to laugh to your SOUL’s content!”

Sans was getting used to letting his guard down with his brother, sure, but his former captain? His science study buddy? Even the human knowing how vulnerable he was to this was a bit unnerving in its own way. Besides, he’d done a pretty decent job overcoming even half the dare — which now that he thought about it was incredibly slanted against him compared to the rest of the playful challenges that had gone around. That had to count for something, right?

“ahee made it through five rounds, ghh~haahaa—! sh-show some mehercy…!” he entreated, turning his head from one side to the other.

“For warriors, it’s all or nothing, punk!” Seeming to double down, Undyne rubbed fiercely at the sides of his ribs, prying a frenzied howl out of him.

“aaaaaaaaaahaaaaahaaa—!  ahaaa! staahaaap ohstop!” Almost nothing could make Sans fight harder than strong gargalesis against his ribs, instinct blaring from his very core to protect himself. Yanking on his limbs, he actually came close to unseating the smaller of his companions.

“Ahh—! M-maybe you sh-shouldn’t be s-so rough with him, Undyne,” Alphys chided gently.

“Psh. If he’s not passing out, he can take it!”

“U-Undyne….”

“Ugh, whatever. You got lucky, this time, Sans.” Slowing her speed, she switched to a surprisingly mild kneading massage.

“hahhhh….! ahhaaa….! khh~hh!” A little wheezier after the harsh attack eased up, Sans suddenly found himself unable to hold back anymore, his defenses shattered too far to even hope to pull back together while they all continued to tantalize his magical nerves. “heheeeaa! ahahaa! nnhn~! aaahaahaa!”

“Can we do the last round of Truth or Dare?” Frisk asked, moving from Sans’s spine to his hips. “It was supposed to be my turn to ask someone next.”

“I do not see why not!” Pleased to see that his brother was starting to give into the sensation, Papyrus agreed to the request cheerfully. “I believe everyone exhausted their truth eligibility, so whomever you ask must complete a dare!”

“Yay! Okay, Alphys, I dare you to make Sans say something really embarrassing, hehehe.” The child giggled mischievously.

Even through his current duress, Sans still managed to be somewhat startled. But of course, he’d made Frisk say silly things through time-travel shenanigans. It stood to reason a little revenge was in order. Not that he really minded saying anything really goofy, especially if it got a chuckle out of someone.

And maybe he’d be able to escape after this….

“Oh, hmm….” Alphys looked down in thought, then smiled, taking inspiration from her Kissy Cutie printed pajamas. “I want S-Sans to proclaim his love for tickling—”

All said skeleton’s thought processes stopped.

“—just like how Mew Mew proclaims her love for snail ice cream in the beach scene and just gushes about how it’s so good even though her friends thinks it’s really odd, but they don’t actually mind because they’re all so close and don’t mind each other’s differences and—”

“nahat a chance in h-hehell!”

“Fuhuhu…. Make Sans say it, or you’ll be joining him,” Undyne warned in a low tone.

“M—!... M-me…?” Alphys squeaked, then gulped, shuffling with a blush flaring across her face. But in another second, her lids lowered and she grinned. “I kn-know what’ll get to him….”

The wandering fingers retreated for the moment, but Sans felt no relief as everyone's interest piqued. Alphys's tail was already whipping past the doorframe before he could make use of the break to stall her – the lizard monster could move fast when she was excited. "hh–! nnmh….” Mustering a pout, he tilted his chin back, looking at Papyrus above him.

Do I really have to do this?

Gloved fingers gently patted the crown of his skull, his brother breaking away from shared conspiratorial chuckles, heeding Sans’s unspoken question. Cheekbones perked, his expression somehow combined radiant, innocent joy, with a sly, questioning squint.

Do you really not want to?

Sans quickly broke eye contact, SOUL fluttering in his chest. What he really didn’t want to do was confront the truth….

Shuffling back into the room, Alphys was now cradling something clearly mechanical in her hands. Sans jolted as he noticed bristles jutting from one end of the thing.

“What’s that?” Frisk asked curiously before anyone else could.

“It’s a scale p-polisher.” She ran her claws through the brush. “Soft, but also f-firm, for exfo-foliation, ahah…. And it goes up to twelve r-p-s!”

"gh–!"

Undyne's brows scrunched. "R-p-s? What kind of nerd talk is that?"

"Oh! It st-stands for 'rotations-per-second'," Alphys clarified. "That means the brush sp-spins fully around twelve t-times in a single second."

"Only twelve!? What a slacker! You want me to whip it into shape for you?"

"Trust me, this will be p-plenty." Seeming in a rare self-assured mood, Alphys settled herself down on the floor beside Sans, her tail curling up around herself. The tip wagged a bit. "Frisk, can you bunch up his knee and hold it st-steady for me, please?"

"Hehe, okay!"

"hey, hey! get off!" Sans cringed, fruitlessly fighting against the hold on his leg. His brother may have been prominently pinning him – magically and physically – but Sans still felt a bit pathetic that he couldn't hold his own against a mere child. Especially in front of Undyne.

“I-if you admit it now, I won’t use it….” Alphys hovered a thumb over the power button.

“...nothin’ to admit.” As if any of them were going to let him evade a torturous working over at this point.

“It seems my brother likes tickling SO much that he WANTS you to use it!” Papyrus cheerfully chimed in.

“pap!”

“Ehehe, w-well, if that’s the case, then….” The room was filled with a noisy drone as the brush head began to spin, whirring faster until it reached peak speed. And then Alphys pressed it to his knee.

Sans’s leg jerked, the rest of his body instantly contorting. "gghrrgg! aahaa! oh noho! ghh–! haaa~ahah! get ahaff!" Getting hit with such a strong shock of sensation instantly put Sans on edge. He couldn't distinctly make out the rotations with how fast the brush was moving, but the sheer force and vibration of the tool was horribly overwhelming. “hnnn–! aahahaa! aahahaha!”

He was saved any further protests as the machine suddenly powered down, though the buzzing was still ringing in his ears – and worse, deep tingles continued to wrack his knee.

“Hey, why’d you turn it off? He hasn’t confessed yet!” Undyne pointed out, clearly unsatisfied.

“That was just a warm up. I was t-testing to make sure it actually would tickle h-him, ehee…”

“hehh, c’mon…,” Sans panted. “ya hardly needed t’ prove that i’m weak in the knees….”

A disgruntled noise burst from the younger skeleton monster, and he glared down at Sans. “...Alphys. Destroy him.”

“Oh, I will, but first, I n-need Frisk to climb on both his legs now, a-and Undyne, you should probably hold his ankles.”

“Like this?” “Hell yeah!”

“P-perfect!” Now, knowing the true power she held, Alphys went for the ribs.

“ohgaahaa–!” For a moment, the wind was knocked right out of him, pressure building up in his chest until he exploded into screaming laughter. “aaaaahaaahaa! naaaaaaahhahahaa~aaaaaahh!” He couldn't have been louder if she'd been wielding a power saw. "ahaahaaaal! al! ahal! al! staaaahahaaahaaaaa–!!"

"Oh, no, is it hurting him?" Frisk asked in concern, now hesitant to hold onto the thrashing skeleton.

"He's just fine!" Papyrus assured. "He's saying 'Al', not 'ow'!"

“ahee’m sahayin’ stahahaaap!” Sans managed to wail coherent words. “aaaaahahaaaa! s-sahahaave me, kid!” he begged the only one who seemed slightly sympathetic to his suffering.

Seeing that Sans was ultimately all right, or at the very least not dying, Frisk giggled with a head shake. 

“Say that you like it, Sans!” The lizard monster was truly engrossed now, tilting the polisher against the curves of his torso with an increasingly heavier hand.

"ghgg–gkh! nonononahaahaaaaaa!!" he defiantly howled.

"And here you were scolding me for going all out on this punk! You're ruthless!" Undyne relinquished one of Sans's ankles to lightly clap Alphys on the shoulder, hand lingering and raising to a poised claw. "Or … you're just that determined to not face the same consequences…"

Beads of perspiration broke out over the scientist’s temples, and she stuttered out an unintelligible rush of squeaky syllables. The looming threat spurred the familiar feeling of working under pressure; now the only thing that mattered was getting results.

Hardly about to get enough breath before, Sans wheezed thickly as Alphys's intent strengthened against him. The polisher was so much more devastating than he had imagined, attacking him with perpetual, revolving motion that seemed to penetrate to his marrow. But still, as long as a speck of dignity remained to his name, he could not bring himself to say what they all wanted to hear from him. Literally, he couldn't anyway, as any word he tried to form now was lost in strained gasps that could hardly be recognizable as laughter anymore were it not for his expression of coerced mirth.

Papyrus leaned forward towards his current tormenter, a hand to his mouth while he whispered something that Sans couldn’t quite make out. Which was saying something because, great as he was, Papyrus was terrible at keeping his voice down. Sans could hear the tool’s buzzing straight in his skull, so that wasn’t helping either.

Mercifully, Alphys switched the polisher off, just as Papyrus sat back upright with an encouraging smile. “Let him go for a moment!” his brother ordered, and soon all the restricting hands and magic were off of him.

“...ohhhhhh….” Sans groaned out the shape that he was curling up into. His torso throbbed everywhere that the brush had touched, tingles seeming to float and bounce inside his chest cavity.

Expecting a bit of respite, Sans jumped as tentative claws traced over his thoroughly sensitized ribs.

“T-tickle tickle! Hehe!...” It wasn’t hard for Alphy’s to keep up with his pathetic attempts to protect himself. Though not pinning him, she hovered closely enough that he could catch a whiff of her New Mew brand bubblegum-scented lotion. "Tickle tickle tickle!" His ears rang with the teasing word, making his SOUL flutter and jump.

Through squinted watery sockets, he could make out a genuine toothy smile through the glow of her blushing magic, and for a moment – with all of his senses so full – he forgot everything else. Giggling under the fingers of his friend, he was just Sans; Sans the ticklish skeleton.

“ohho! aahaha! stahappit!” he gasped out breathlessly, rocking in place with a large, goofy smile. “ohho~ahahahaa! haa~haha, ahee can’t take this!”

Papyrus snickered. “Wow, brother…. That would be SO much more convincing … if you were actually TRYING to get away.”

“hck–!” Sans could feel all the magic rushing to his cheeks – burning in his chest along the way.

“Yeah, no one’s holding you down anymore!” Undyne reiterated the obvious, just to rub it in.

Alphys laughed in nervous relief, no longer feeling quite so doomed. “C-come, on, Sans, it’s really obvious now, s-so just admit it, ehee….”

Hands rising to hide his eyes, Sans gulped and whined as he caught his breath, finally sputtering, “i…. i reh~heally … love….. h-hheh….”

He could feel all four of them bending closer with bated breath, as if even an exhale would chase away his admission.

"i … love…. snail ice cream too." Sans blew out a sigh, sliding his hands down to reveal his terribly amused expression. "phew! ya'know i'm really glad to finally get that offa my chest, eheheh!"

The others remained in an even heavier silence than before, eager anticipation replaced with shock and a boiling indignation.

Sans could even swear he saw steam rising from the Captain's ears.

“ATTAAAAAACK!” Undyne screamed, shoving Alphys down beside Sans, the lizard monster’s shrieks joining his through the rest of the night.

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Hi lol first time doing a request so idk how it works but do u write for monster woo ? Fluff smut whatever ur comfortable with ,iv ate up all the fics (even the shitty one ) and cant find more

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[dcviated]

Her question was so pointed it may have felt better had she pulled a knife or taken his sword and slit his throat. Cursed, both of them were. Her with whatever affliction appalled even the horses and him with his title.

If you were to ask Zeyrfial, he was suffering the worst of them. Yes, even after slamming her face into the table. The damage to his pride hurt most of all.

"Khh. I was going to share some information with you as a result of the conversation, but if you're going to continue being a patronizing sprite then forget it." An angry chew of the mediocre rations. The deflects and taunts continued for the duration of the ride. Nobody was happy.

....not even the guards that reproached the pair at the gates of Priawick. Lances click on the ground, their cross halting passage.

"..." "..." "..." "...? Ahe--"

The horse whinnies loudly, breaking the strange standoff with another shudder at the distaste of its passenger. Zeyrfial rolls his eyes, then finishes clearing his throat.

"We seek entry into the city of Priawick. Grant us passage, we'll be no trouble." The 'knight' requests, gesturing his hand in a casual wave. The guards, fighting to keep composure, lift their eyes.

"...can... er, sir Humptidumus- might we see your dance, first? Please?"

"What."

A muffled laugh fails to escape with the aid of a mouthful of dried meat. "Do tell! Has Sir Humptidumus been victorious in any escapades of late? Slaying dragons? Wooing princesses? Falling off walls?"

Taethea shifts, unaccustomed to riding in a saddle. Accidental contact is made with her leg and the horse. The creature's hide twitches in response and a loud and nervous grunt is uttered as the creature attempts to "side-step" from the touch. "We've been riding this long, one would think it would realize I'm not going to… eat it or what have you."

Puffing a tuft of her lavender hair out of her face, she settles in for the remainder of the ride.

At long last, and even before sunset had fully began, what appears to be a gated entryway appears in the distance.