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Me seeing that Stray Kids is dropping:
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Me seeing the Charlie Puth feature:
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So, we got Seungmin arms and noone told me? Wow.
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Hi everyone,
This is very hard for me to write as I kind of brought myself into this situation. I know I haven't been posting so asking for support right now seems silly and entitled, but at this point I just don't really know what to do.
I'm struggling hard financially at the moment. Like to a point where I don't know how to buy groceries or other necessities. Rent is also coming up and I'm just not sure how I'll be able to pay. Thankfully I start a new job soon, one that pays me better than the one before. But because of my own foolishness and the fact I had to pay off a lot of bills - I am writing these words, asking for your help.
I have a kofi and I would be eternally grateful if those of you who have a few spare euros (or dollars or whatever currency you have where you live!) would consider supporting me. I know it's so crazy to ask for money from strangers on the internet - but perhaps you like my works and want to help me out.
I will be coming back with a new chapter of Challenge Me very, very soon and I have a few other wips that I'm dying to finish, but just haven't head the mental capacity for.
Again, please do not feel obligated to send me anything if you don't have the means. My works will remain on tumblr and you can still read everything for free. I'm thankful for every reader and every person who likes my writing enough to comment or reblog.
This post is just for me to hopefully earn a little so I can go buy some food for the next couple of days!! Thank you so much.
My Kofi
Sending you love wherever you are!
Mitchie
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scenario:
nerd boy in ur class asks u to come netflix and chill and wow okay!! u are ecstatic bc u have been gagging for it but haha… surprise! it’s a misunderstanding!!!! he really wanted to show u cool documentary! wtf do u mean ur wet???
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2MinSung Racha log????? No, I won. They did it for me.
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2MinSung Racha log????? No, I won. They did it for me.
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since you all seem to like house husbands . . .
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actually the ideal man for me is a professor. he teaches some weird obscure topic and then goes home at a reasonable time to put the roast in the oven
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— Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss!
Please don’t ask me what this is because I don’t know… My brain latched onto a thought™️ and would not let go. Title has jackshit to do with the fic.. naturally.
Rating; E for Explicit
Pairing; Lee Know | Lee Minho x Reader
Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, creampie, poorly executed bisexuality, mentions of sharing?, mentions of ot8 + reader (more specifically, hyunjin x reader), auntie kink, lee know in a wig, vague subspace, dom!minho, sub!reader, brat!reader, exactly one instance of minho referring to reader’s cunt as stupid, also one instance that could be considered CNC/dubcon (it was not intended that way but i see how it could be perceived that way!), established relationship, moments of seriousness, moments of unseriousness, cameos from unnamed band members, uhm… shit i don’t remember if there’s anything else.
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“No, please keep it on,” you hear yourself whine, internally cringing at the horrid sound.
There must be something wrong with you. Only a deranged degenerate would ask that, only a depraved shell of a girl would ask their very male partner to keep their wig on during sex. Their long, brunette, and very feminine wig at that. Minho can see the tears brimming your eyes as you overthink your request and decides to put a stop to it instantly.
“Hey,” he rasps, hands leave his wig to grip your face lovingly, “None of that, yeah. You want me to wear the wig; I’ll wear it. Anything you ask, it’s yours.”
You hiccup, thankful that he can read you like an open book. “You don’t think I’m weird?”
“Oh, you’re definitely weird,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you deeply. It makes your cunt throb, makes you remember what you were doing before your brain took a left turn.
“Mm, but you’re my weirdo,” he says, nipping your bottom lip while grinding between your still spread legs, “and mine to indulge whenever I can.”
“Yeah, yours,” you mumble, grinding your wet cunt against the silky fabric that still hides his cock from your view.
“I know,” your boyfriend rumbles, depriving you of his warmth to pull back just enough to look where your pussy is still rubbing against his cock. “Wanna know what else is mine?”
You nod hastily, eager like you never missed a beat. Your arousal hasn’t died at all — paused, maybe — but it still thrums through you. The silky feel of Minho’s cock makes you ache, desperate for the true feel of it: bare and hard, warm flesh against yours. Still, you are a good girl, remaining mostly still as your boyfriend looks you over. You watch enraptured as he flicks the long hair over his shoulders, fixing you with a feline look that’s sharpened by the makeup accentuating his features.
“This pretty cunt,” he coos, hands gripping each juncture of your thigh and groin. He watches as you clench and gasp, more slick trickling out at his words.
“Messy, little cunt though, now, huh? Getting all sloppy over a costume.”
You’d cringe, but he’s right and he’s not poking fun. Well, not in a way that means he thinks you’re gross. Minho’s thing is always making fun of you, teasing you, being so deliciously mean that you always end up trembling in the aftermath, all fucked out and stupid. This is no different, you realize. Minho’s into this just as much and it has you keening with want.
“Minho, ah,” you moan, his thumbs spreading your vulva, soft clicks ringing out. You feel like you’re overheating when he licks his lips, dark eyes zeroed in on the flush of your cunt.
“Mm,” he hums thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. “Think we need a new name for this, little rabbit.”
Something in you breaks, a new piece unlocking as you pant up at him with wide eyes. To be indulged so thoroughly makes you want to divulge yourself to him completely, to hand over all your control and being. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better lover, a better dom.
“Mommy,” he tries, gauging your reaction. You scrunch your nose cutely. “Noona?”
“No,” you wriggle, sighing when somehow his cock is finally bare against you, coaxed out of his boxers by your desperate wiggling.
Minho nods, thinking it over as he grinds forward, cockhead slipping over your clit so easily thanks to how wet you are. It’s a glorious feeling, his skin against yours. You don’t even realize you’ve said anything until he’s repeating after you, all in your space while you pant and whine.
“Auntie, huh?” he goads, ends of his hair tickling your chest. “That’s what you want, little rabbit? A pretty Auntie to take care of you? An Auntie who’s gonna hold you tight and carve that sweet, little cunt out with her cock?”
“Oh,” you gasp, hazy as your eyes dart around your boyfriend’s face.
“Yeah,” Minho nods, agreeing for you as he manhandles your legs back. “You want that,” he grins, sharp and sexy.
“I do,” you nod, agreeing though you don’t have to because Minho already knows.
“Mhm,” your boyfriend hums, releasing your legs to shimmy out of his underwear quickly before he returns to hold them. Not that he really needs to as you’ve kept them in place.
“Not gonna make you wait anymore,” he tells you, lining up his cock with your soppy entrance. “You just be a good girl and let Auntie handle you, okay? She’ll treat this pussy real good,” he says, pushing in and stretching you out.
You clench up tight, breath stolen as Minho’s cock punches its way into your lungs. Your boyfriend can only grin as your scrabble for purchase amongst the sheets, your chest heaving as he bottoms out. You are so full like this, folded and fed cock until there’s no more inches to give. You squirm and pant and beg, mouth getting away from you in order to entice Minho into moving.
“Please, please,” you huff, clenching down on his cock. “Want Auntie to fuck me. Please.”
Minho’s chest flushes, dusky nipples surrounded by a red-mauve blush. You swear his cock twitches within your walls, all the more reason you fall into a frenzy. You give him hooded, lust drunk eyes instead, begging with your face and your eagerly spasming cunt. Minho can’t believe he’s here, half dressed in women’s gear, balls deep in the sweetest cunt. His dick’s not complaining though, and neither is his brain, not when you’re so wet and hot underneath him, not when you’re so wet and hot around him.
A full, quick yet deep, thrust has your pussy gushing more slick around him as you sob loudly. Your moans are higher and raspier than he thinks he’s ever heard them, and that in turn only makes him burn hotter. Sure, dressing up as woman isn’t supposed to be sexy, but how can he not be turned on when the pussy he’s buried in just grips and sucks at his cock with a fervor that rivals any toy invented?
“Auntie, Auntie,” you whine, fucking yourself into every thrust, shoving your tits and hardened nipples into the air with every arch. “S’deep! Cock’s s’fucking deep.”
“Yeah,” Minho groans, gripping your hips tightly. “Wettest fuckin’ pussy. All sloppy for Auntie’s cock, huh? What did you in, lil’ bunny? The hair, the makeup?”
“E-Everything,” you answer honestly, clamping your eyes shut. “Looked so pretty, Auntie. Needed your cock in me so b-bad!”
You grunt as you’re moved, hips now tilted to receive Minho’s cock even deeper. The squelching of your cunt doesn’t even phase you at this point, just makes you hornier, more desperate. You’re positively soaking Minho’s cock and pubes, leaving his pelvis sticky with the essence of your greedy desire. It only riles him up more, makes his mouth run and his thrusts quicken, desiring nothing more than to unravel you. His chest rubs against yours the closer he gets, filling up the space between you and inside you all the same.
“Maybe I should wear the dress next time, too, yeah? Let you ride me like that? Get this slutty cunt dripping and making a mess all over the nice fabric?”
“Oh, f-fuck,” you whimper, hands coming to wrap themselves gently but firmly into your boyfriend’s wig.
“Could make you fuck yourself on my cock, hm? Tell you that Auntie won’t touch you until you’re so desperate for it that you’ve nearly ruined her entire outfit. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you moan, lips and mouth feel so dry from all the noise you’re making. “I need it, Auntie. N-Need Auntie’s big cock in me a-always.”
“C’mon,” your boyfriend rasps, pelvis mashing up against your clit with every movement. “Come on my cock, baby; you can do it.”
“Yeah,” you gargle, vision swimming. “I w-will. I’yam,” you slur.
Minho can feel the start of it, can practically taste your release on his tongue despite not having is mouth on you at all this evening. He’s nothing if not thorough, so of course he goes the extra mile, burning through you with just a few words.
“Y’know, maybe if you’re good and come real nice for me, I’ll tell your other Auntie just how much of a good girl you are. Think Auntie Hyunjin would like to find out how leaky this stupid cunt gets when a pretty girl fucks it raw?”
“Oh my god,” is the only thing you get out before you’re tumbling overboard head first.
You come messily, and for what feels like eons. The way you lock up tight around Minho’s cock has him spilling into you not too long after, emptying his entire soul into your greedy pussy. The wig sticks to his skin uncomfortably, itchy everywhere. Sweat has built up under it, but he doesn’t really care. Minho’s pretty sure that he’s sent you into a comatose state, the way you only twitch and blink dumbly even as your walls still grip and suckle at his cock like it wants more.
He coughs, pulling out slow as to not startle you. The wig goes next, tossed onto the floor as he rolls onto his back, maneuvering you onto your side and onto his chest so that he can cuddle you until you’re fully back with him. It takes roughly ten minutes before you’re lucid, and the first sound you make is a low whistle, like you can’t believe what just happened.
“You alright, little rabbit?” Minho asks, scratching at the base of your scalp with blunt fingernails. You nod, nosing his pec. “Welcome back.”
“Th-Thanks,” you croak, still in disbelief. Your little brain can’t let go of one tiny detail now that it’s functional, so you blurt out the thought without premise. “You know I don’t actually want to fuck Hyunjin, right?”
Minho blinks, ignoring the fact that his cock twitches at the mention of you fucking another man.
“Shame,” he deadpans, joking but also not. “He’s very pretty. More of the hot, rich MILF type, though.”
“Minho,” you drawl, looking at your boyfriend for the first time since you’ve come. “I thought that was just a ploy to get me to come.”
“It was,” he says, clucking his tongue.
“But,” you say, pushing yourself up onto an elbow; you’re definitely interested in whatever the fuck your boyfriend is trying to say.
���But,” he pauses, blinking a few times for dramatic effect, “Maybe also want to know if other auntie cocks have the same effect on you.”
You blink, open your mouth and close it again. It takes a moment for your brain to process it, both the fact that Minho — you’re possessive Minho — wants to share you and the fact that he wants to watch. Or at least that’s what you’re gathering here. Minho, as domineering and possessive as he is, wants to see you get fucked by other men?
“Not just any man,” he cuts in. “You just really seemed into the roleplay thing. Got me wondering.”
“Uh-huh,” you respond, searching his face for any hint that he’s being unserious. “Okay,” you nod, looking at him honestly. “Whatever you want, Min.”
“You think I’m weird, don’t you?” He asks, vulnerability thin but present.
“Duh,” you told your eyes, “But not for that.”
He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing you tight. “Good.”
Good, indeed. You bask in his warmth for twenty more minutes, both of you enjoying the silence when you come to a sudden realization. The absurdity makes you laugh, rousing your boyfriend from his drowsy haze.
“Min,” you laugh around the syllable, giddy.
“What?” he groans.
“Does that mean you’re a cuck?”
“No,” he’s quick to say, but you’re interrupting before much else.
“Instead of Big Dick Energy, it’s Big Cuck Energy!” you giggle, rolling around the bed like a madwoman.
“Brat,” he growls, “Shut up before someone gets the wrong idea.”
“Too late, hyung,” someone hollers from outside the door, most likely passing by.
“Too late for what?” he hears someone else ask, and it’s all downhill from there.
“Minho’s a cuck!” you holler, loud enough for the entire house to hear as you giggle hysterically.
“I’ll show you a cuck,” he sneers, lunging as you try to scramble away.
He catches you easily, dragging you to the center of the bed by your ankles. You’re still laughing, bright eyed and gorgeous, even while being the biggest pain in the ass he’s ever known. Doesn’t matter, you’ll yield soon enough.
“Help, help!” you shout between laughs, not even fighting him as he flips you over on your belly, blanketing you with his entire frame.
“No one’s coming to help you,” he grunts, semi-hard cock brushing between your wet thighs. “They know you like it.”
You can’t argue, not when you’re poking your ass up for him. Not when you’re wiggling your hips between airy laughs, faux struggles turning Minho’s semi into a full fledged erection. It’s then that he gets his cock between your legs, tip slipping up against your still wet cunt. Your reedy giggle turns into a sultry moan when he finally pokes inside, finding a home inside your cunt once again.
“Still think you’re funny?” He asks in your ear, buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat.
“Yeah,” you moan, squealing as he lands a heavy palm on your ass.
“Brat,” he mumbles again, ridiculously in love.
“Your brat,” you sigh, clenching down on him in one last ditch effort to stay true to the name.
“Yeah,” he agrees, kissing your spine before deciding to rearrange your insides.
“And Auntie will make a good girl out of you, yet.”
“Minho!”
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Why is being productive so exhausting?
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i cannot deal with people who read tags and warnings then trauma dump on me over an instance in a fic.
you are responsible for your online media consumption. do not trauma dump on a writer that gave plenty of warning ahead of time.
"oh! but you wrote something triggering! they have every right to talk about it!"
me writing darker fiction is not an invitation for you to share your very real trauma unprompted. i have trauma too, and i write within the line of my own triggers. you do not know my sensitivities, and i don't know yours. that's why i have tags and warnings. it's to protect both of us. you do not offer me or anyone else that same kindness when sharing something like that in my inbox or the public comments of my works.
lastly, this is not me invalidating your trauma, this is me setting a boundary.
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I like that it's just universally agreed that Chris has a thing for sundresses lmao
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i want you all to know none of you were annoying or weird, i loved all your boops <3
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They need to bring the boops back. I already miss them tremendously.
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