#i've been dealing with writer's block recently and this has been my attempt to force it out of my system

[lyramundana]

heyheyhey! how are you?? I hope everything is okay! perv!minsung x innocent f!reader?

I'm great, honey, thank you 🥰 Everything is going okey for me right now.

MinSung as perverts is one hella good of a trope, specially if you throw an innocent Reader in the mix. They're prone to manipulation already and they won't stop at anything until they get what they want.

They have different ways to proceed in this scenario, but they have one thing in common: They're obsessed with Reader's smell. Have you seen those bunch of videos of them both just shoving their noses in the other's hair or neck to sniff? Yeah, that's it.

They'll steal her clothes and underwear to get off her smell. They fucking drool when they get a sniff to her panties, even more the old ones. Minho shoves it to his face and already leaks pre-cum just by the smell alone, while Jisung straight up licks her essence from it. They'll pass next to her after shower and casually place their noses near her pulse point just to take a small sniff. It calms them down as much as it gets them horny.

They'll enjoy every second of corrupting her. It feeds their ego and their twisted fantasies too. They get off her not knowing what they do and innocently showing herself to them.

Han is a voyeur. He loves to spy her when she's alone, doing private stuff. He touches himself at the sight of Reader pleasuring herself on her bed, opening the door silently to watch her and having to bite his fist to keep his own moans hidden. He tries to synchronize his orgasm with hers, looking at the shiny toys inside her and wishing desesperatly that those were his cock instead. Once she's done, he sneaks inside her bedroom and gets a hold of the toys to use them on himself later, still covered in her juices. He convinces her to let him stay on the bathroom while she showers because "what if you trip and hurt yourself?" and so she lets him stay there, the curtain blocking the sight of her cock growing hard.

Minho is pro-active. He can't stand just watching from afar, no, he needs to act. He lures her with sweet words, caring gestures, portraying himself as just a shy, protective friend that likes to help her. She's just so innocent, so cute, she knows nothing about the world, but don't worry, they're both here to help. He talks her out into letting him help her shower, cleaning the places her hands can't. She finds it a bit weird how his hands wander off further than they're supposed to, like her waist and inner thighs. He stops her when she's about to clean her cunt, telling her to lay back down and trust him, that he'll take care of it. Her brain is so mushy by the massages and the utter submission trust he has ingrained on her that she allows it, letting out a content sigh when his fingers draw lines with the soap on her lips. He has to grap unto every bit of strenght and self-control to not devour her right there.

They both sneaks their hands under her clothes to caress her warm skin, hiding their faces on each side of her neck. They always tell her this is normal, that close friends do this all the time, and due to her lack of experience, she believes every word they spit out. She's so easily influenced, so compliant and sweet. A precious little angel for them to corrupt.

They made her sleep in the same bed as them, in the middle, with their arms trapping hugging her. When she feels hard thing poke at her sides, they hush her and distract her with kisses until she falls asleep. They're shifting positions constantly over the night, explaining they need to find a comfortable one, when in reality they're straight up grinding their dicks on her until they cum. If she feels something wet on the sheets or clothes the next morning, they gaslight her again enough until it's cleaned. They offer to massage her boobs when she's on her period and they hurt, and she doesn't say anything when they start to use their lips to bite her nipples. It's to make the massages better and relax her body, right? And it feels so good..

Whenever they get too horny and can't lay they hands on her, they fuck each other's brains out until they're spent. They use her toys, her clothes and any possession of hers they can't get their hands on. Sometimes they don't even bother into cleaning them..

Of course they're the ones to take her virginity. Who else are going to treat her better than them? She's already used to their touches, to their mouths on her skin, their filthy words. She's completely under their will, fooled by their fake friendship pretense and seduced by their ill-intended attempts, blind to their real motivations. She thinks they simply want to make the experience the most enjoyable for her because they care and are good friends like that. She can't suspect they've been fantasizing and manipulating her secretly to arrive here, to this moment. She's so shy and nervous the whole time, leaving them room to do everything they want with her body.

In short, they'll be twisted and manipulative little shits about it. And they also discovered a corruption kink they didn't know they had.

[writeblrcafe]

Digital interview with @grocerystoretrip

El sits down at a table in Writeblr Café and orders a coffee. We start talking about their writing. They write poetry and prose.

What got you into writing?

I treat writing as an outlet. I need to let out some of the experiences and feelings and thoughts and whatever else I have inside of me occasionally, or I get overwhelmed. I only started sharing my writing a few months ago, because while writing for myself definitely did help me, there's also this need for others to validate the things that can consume me until I'm no longer functional. Almost like I'm asking "Hey, this is okay, right? I can dramatize everything, right? It's not wrong of me to feel this deeply about certain things to the point where it starts intervening in my daily life, right?" by presenting my work. It's fucked up, but it works.

What inspires you to write?

Things I see on the street -- I once saw a kid attempting to climb a tree, and wrote the line "What joy it is to reach for a tree and fail" but never used it in a poem. My own life -- it ranges from the mundane to broader, more overarching themes. I made aloo poori for my roommate three times in a month and wrote a whole poem about it. The poem I posted before that was about my family: three generations of two women and a genderqueer person, all three of whom lived through different wars (both literal wars and inner wars that are equally destructive).

Which are recurring themes in your writing?

A reader once said they could sense 'quiet grief' from all my poems and I've stuck with that description ever since. Quiet grief! It's such a lovely phrase -- grief is dramatic most of the time, but I think deep-seated mourning that exists as an undercurrent in every other aspect of life, like love and having fun and getting hurt and pain, is subtler yet more painful. I also write a lot about war and intergenerational trauma because they've defined most of my life. Motifs of holes and hunger are common in my writing (an obvious influence of K-Ming Chang, one of my favorite contemporary poets); I just think they're neat. Holes? Absence and presence. Guilt. Emptiness -- literal or figurative. Carnal insinuations (which also pop up semi-frequently, as I sometimes write about sexual trauma). Hunger? Passion. Consumption. Need. Holes and hunger together? Double the effect!

How would you describe your writing style?

I've tried a lot of different styles, but I usually stick to a stilted, staggering flow. That's the most common writing 'quirk' that readers mention by name, at least! I intentionally tell stories that way -- my writing is made to feel like you're stumbling your way through three different things in the span of a second, because that's how it is for me, haha. Something that a reader (and a much-loved friend of mine) has said recently in regards to my writing has also left me thinking-- they said I "write like an ocean wave". More specifically, "it can be like a gentle prodding of water at your feet when you're on the beach or a tidal wave that just hits you point blank", "you feel like you've been touched by the sea (whether it be right after a storm or during the summer".

How do you deal with writer's block?

I don't, frankly. I don't rely on writing for a living, after all, so there's really no need to constantly force myself to push out stuff-- writing doesn't exist for the sole purpose of being consumed, it exists simply for us to create, etc.

Have you already published your writing? Include a link to your published work so we can share it.

I have no plans to publish my writing as of now!

But you can find their work on their page!

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