I Genuinely Hate How People Have To Sit And Write A Post That Stands Out While Boosting A Fundraiser

i genuinely hate how people have to sit and write a post that stands out while boosting a fundraiser because most people won't bat an eye at the misery and inhumane conditions Palestinians are living in.

i see people making art and telling others to use it because fundraisers with art are generally reblogged more often. i see people using colored text in order to make the post more eye catching.

palestinians on instagram are using popular audios and stitch trending reels at the beginning to make the world pay attention to them. imagine having to make something look entertaining in order to survive.

they are living under constant threat of israeli airstrikes, bombing, scarcity of food and disease. many have lost a lot in the past few months.

palestinians on tumblr are posting their pictures and the horrible conditions in which they are living. they travel long distances for internet connection only to be called a scammer by some privileged ass who cannot locate gaza on a map.

here are some verified gfms. please share the linked posts. it's the bare minimum we can do from the comforts of our home.

@amjadshiltawu: link to the post

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@dima96yousef: link to the post

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@tamer200333: link to the post

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@ahmed8311: link to the post

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Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive

A Plea for Help from Gaza: A Family Seeking Safety

I am Shaima from Gaza, married to Ibrahim Al-Sir.My family consists of two people. For 8 years, we had a dream of having a child to make our life more beautiful.

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Donate to Help Shaima's family get out of Gaza, organized by Abdalhadi Alserr

Hello everyone, I am Shaima, wife of Ibrahim Al-Sir, from the Gaza Strip - Khan … Abdalhadi Alserr needs your support for Help Shaima's fami

We are now living in the midst of a hellish war between death, destruction and hunger.

This is after losing everything we had, the fetus, our home, and our only source of income

I was waiting for more than 8 years to have a transplant to have my first child, but because of the war, fear, sounds of explosions and displacement from one place to another, I lost my child.

I am now living the worst days of my life because of all this. My husband and I want your help to escape from all that we are suffering and get out of Gaza to safety.

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Donate to Help Shaima's family get out of Gaza, organized by Abdalhadi Alserr

Hello everyone, I am Shaima, wife of Ibrahim Al-Sir, from the Gaza Strip - Khan … Abdalhadi Alserr needs your support for Help Shaima's fami

Please donate and re-notation and share❤

Help Maryams Family Reach Safety

Each day that the occupation continues is another day that Palestinians will need our help and support to see their land and people freed. I know you have seen many posts like this, but please, I ask you to take a moment out of your day to stop and read this one. Yusra and her family need your help. 🙏

Yusra is a mother, and wants to get her and her daughter Maryam out of Gaza and into Egypt to be able to rebuild their lives. Her daughter was doing very well in school and had dreams and wishes for her life. Yusra was working hard, you can see her work in these pictures, to create a stable life for herself and her daughter.

Yusra and Maryam are now forced to live in fear, first fleeing to Yusra's parents' home, then to multiple shelters, and being displaced to Rafah and most recently to Khan Younis. The family has been displaced four times in total, and under conditions where they have limited access to water, food, power, and internet, and while under the threat and fear of bombing and Israeli attacks.

Can you imagine living with no access to basic necessities, while being terrified that you may not see tomorrow? Knowing that your child isn't safe, but being powerless to protect her? What crime have Yusra and Maryam committed? Any human being can recognize this injustice. Let your anger move you to make a difference, and contribute to Yusra's campaign. She worked hard to support her family and provide her daughter with a peaceful childhood, but after October, their hopeful future was stolen from them ... will you help them take it back?

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Donate to Help Maryam family reach safety, organized by Isabella Perez-Bonet

My name is Yusra, a 40 year-old Palestinian living in the Gaza Strip is becoming … Isabella Perez-Bonet needs your support for Help Maryam f

$0 / $30,000 (new campaign!)

Verification: Yusra is a friend of Doaa @dodooomar, who is verified by 90-ghost here.

rsvp

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, original vampire!minho, vampire!reader, dubcon (boundaries, consent, safe words, etc. are implied to have been established prior to this!!), phone sex, masturbation, compulsion / mind control, ruined orgasms, biting / feeding, blood play, cunnilingus, minho’s vampire venom, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, squirting, reader is a bit of a Brat and receives a very minho-esque punishment <3

a/n: this is my own take on this post and inspired by the vampire diaries <3 i have some notes at the very end that give you some background info on this universe! this lore is specific to the vampire diaries, idk any other vampire lore so if it’s not accurate to what you know, don’t come for me lol. also thank u to my bae juno for coming up w the title!!!

“this isn’t funny,” minho coos. faux nice. his teeth are gritted, that much you can tell even over the phone. his small fingers drum against the frame of your wide open front door. that’s as far as he’s gotten. 

you know when this is all over with he will actually find it funny. your wit is one of his favorite things about you, he’s told you plenty of times. you’re clever, and you can give just as good as you take. in his thousand years on this earth, he’s never met anyone like you; that’s a fact. 

he sighs and steps away from the door, and you can hear the creak of the porch swing through the speaker when minho plops down on it. 

“it’s cold out here.” 

“you’re dead, stupid,” you reply back, and the curl of your fingers takes your breath away a moment later. 

minho’s silent on the other end, and you drop the phone from between your ear and shoulder to the pillow beside you, tapping the speaker button on your screen. 

you know for certain he can hear the slick noises of your fingers bullying themselves inside your cunt. you’re so wet it’s just that loud, but he’d be able to hear it regardless. enhanced hearing and whatnot. 

any other time, minho would have barged inside the house you share with your best friend, door hinges be damned. 

see, minho knew your lease was coming to an end. you might have just skipped out on a few details in order to have one last bit of fun in your rental house for old time’s sake before moving in with him. minho has been to your place countless times, has walked in like he owns it more than you can remember. once you invited him inside, he could come and go as he pleased. and he did. 

your name was on the lease then, but it isn’t anymore. 

unbeknownst to your beautiful, beautiful minho, you signed the lease fully over to your best friend yesterday. now that the ownership of the house has changed, minho can’t come inside without your best friend’s explicit permission. which you oh so conveniently forgot to mention while he was on his way over. 

“you’re dead, stupid,” he mocks back. that’s true. he had to turn you. “jagi. let me inside.” 

“come in, lino,” you sing-song through the phone, teeth snagging your bottom lip while your fingers slip from your cunt to rub sloppy circles all over your clit. “i’m so lonely, my minho. i’m naked and lonely and no one is here to touch me…” 

he growls, and your teeth ache in response. you kick your feet in excitement. no matter how many times you tell him to come in, he won’t be able to, and you both know it. 

“where is she?” minho mutters. your best friend. “tell her to let me in. i’ll even ask her nicely.” 

you’re going to get it for laughing at his expense, but you can’t help but giggle. your best friend and your boyfriend share an unwavering, mutual respect for one another, yet they don’t always see eye to eye. some witchy-vampire thing that goes way back. 

“it’s a nice day today. i think you should stay outside a little longer and enjoy the sunlight. you’re wearing your ring, aren’t you?” oh, you’re definitely going to get it. 

but he’s so fun to play with. 

your head turns away from the phone fitfully as your fingers catch on the swollen little bud of your clit, legs spreading wider on their own accord. “oh, min- minho,” you whimper. you can see him now, cellphone pressed tight to his ear and nose angled high. he can hear you without the phone, and you know he can smell you too. 

that hitachi wand he bought you for your last birthday would feel so good right about now, but you’re too desperate to move your hand away from your cunt for even a second to grab it. 

“sweet jagi,” minho croons. you’d swear he was a siren if you didn’t know any better, voice tender and airy and so very enticing. “it feels so good, doesn’t it? but it could be better. you know i can do it better. stop and get your friend, alright? tell her to let me inside so we can play…” 

he’s back at the mouth of the door again. you can hear his fingers tapping on the wooden frame once more, and you shudder when you pull your fingers away from yourself. the desperation to make yourself cum is suddenly overridden by the desperation to finally obey your sire. you end the call and leave your phone on the bed, approaching your closed bedroom door without a second thought to spare. 

the door cracks open with a gentle push of your finger, and with a whiff of the air, you can tell that your best friend is in her bedroom on the other side of the house. she’s quick to answer when you call her name. 

she opens her door and leans against its frame. 

“yeees?” she asks slowly. she already knows what you want. 

“would you be a doll and let minho in? he’s- he’s been waiting outside.” you ask, making sure to bat your eyelashes and give her your best puppy dog eyes through your barely cracked open bedroom door. 

“what if i don’t want to?” 

“i could compel you, you know?” you’d can’t. you couldn’t compel a witch no matter how badly you wanted to. she cocks her head and the lights in your hall flicker. 

“ha! i’d like to see you try.” 

she loves to give you a hard time, but she dutifully leaves her post against her door and complains her way down the hall. 

“don’t ever involve me in one of your weird, vampire sex things again, you freaks. and light a candle when you’re done! i’m leaving, by the way. like, leaving right now.” you hear the jangle of her keys when she picks them up from the counter and rush to climb back onto your bed. “ah, wonderful. lee minho. please, come inside. or whatever.” 

it’s eerily silent when the front door slams shut. it has you giddy. your own heart pounding in your chest is the only thing you can hear, overpowering the rhythmic thump of minho’s heart pumping that you’d usually be keenly aware of.  

however, your nose tells you he’s in the house, but where? you have no clue.

you’re contemplating getting up and locking your bedroom door to really mess with him, but before you have the chance, it’s flying open and banging against the wall adjacent to it. minho’s on you in a flash, so quick that you can’t even get your bearings straight before he’s pressing you against the mattress and sliding a mean hand up your thigh. his hands are rough, but the little smile on his face is anything but. 

“you think you’re so funny, hm?” he asks, cocking his head and slipping two fingers right inside. “keeping me from what’s mine.” 

“i’m hilarious,” you breathe. “you tell me so all the time.” 

your hips buck against his probing fingers. he lets you ride them for a moment, but minho’s quick to pin you down by your thighs when he feels you’ve had enough. 

“you’re being a brat. i think it’s time you listen to me and do as you’re told. is that clear?” 

all you do is huff in response, and you turn your head away from him in defiance. 

“jagi. i’m not asking.” 

minho grips your cheeks in his hand until your lips poke out in a pout, and he forces your head to turn back towards him. your stomach flips in anticipation when your eyes lock; you know what’s coming. 

he kisses you softly on your pouted lips before his pupils begin to dilate, and yours immediately follow suit. 

“you’re going to keep playing with this needy pussy just like you did on the phone with me earlier, yeh? but just when you get close, right when you start to tumble over the edge, you’re going to pull your hands away. you were so mean to me, jagi, i think this is what you deserve. mm, yes. that’s good.”

“yes, that’s good,” you parrot, dazed and entranced, and he kisses you once more. 

minho blinks; you blink, and you shake your head free of his grasp. he laughs at the look of bewilderment on your face and thumbs at the confused scrunch of your eyebrows. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. wasn’t he just fussing at you for being a brat? 

“because i love you,” is all he says, and it still makes your heart race even though you can tell he’s up to something. minho pulls himself off of you and settles comfortably against the headboard. “you should continue what you were doing earlier.” 

it’s like your body moves on autopilot. you scoot as close to him as you physically can before throwing a leg over his and slipping your hand between your thighs. you’re surprised he’s letting you touch yourself at all after the stunt you pulled, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. your gut tells you you’re missing something though, you just can’t put your finger on what. 

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks against your hair. it does feel good. your pussy’s been soaked, and it’s pruning your fingers. you dip two fingers into your hole to gather more wetness to spread on your clit. a strangled gasp leaves your lips at the noise it makes, slick and dirty, and minho hums his own approval. 

he lets you use his thigh as leverage as you grind against your own fingers, leg pushing down on his whenever you drive your hips against your hand. 

“i’m gonna cum,” you whimper. you’ve waited so long. 

minho smiles and peppers a kiss to your ear. “yeah?” 

two sticky fingers press harshly down on your clit. you can feel your release coming, can almost taste it in the air. it burns in your belly, swirling and building as your hips thrum in their search for your pleasure. 

your cunt gives its first throb as you begin to cum, and your hand slips away before you can even register that it’s moving. 

the first instinct you have is to bring your hand back to finish the job, but you can’t. your mind won’t let you. a pained keen leaves your lips, and minho holds you while you squirm through a ruined orgasm. 

“m-minho! minho, nnnn- wha- what? why? minho, please!” 

a kiss to your cheek, a smile against your temple. 

“hm? what’s wrong, jagi?” 

“w-why? why? i can’t-”

“you can. do it again.” 

you tuck your face against his chest but readily comply. minho sits up straighter so he can hold you close, one arm around your shaking shoulders and the other arm resting on one of your spread thighs. your clit is sensitive, achy with an unexpectedly ruined orgasm. this time, this time you’ll cum, you swear it. 

your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don’t pay it any mind. you’re desperate to cum, desperate to cum for minho. so much so that you’re drooling into the cotton of his t-shirt. you open your mouth and clamp your teeth down on the fabric; minho doesn’t even react when you begin to gnaw on it. 

he knows what your frantic, garbled mumbling means the second you start, and he smells your tears before he sees them as you’re forced to ruin your second orgasm. 

your legs clamp shut this time in an attempt to feel any last dreg of pleasure, but minho is quick to pry them open and claw at your thigh until you’re whimpering. 

“aigoo, my baby. what are you crying for, hm?” 

“min- minho, minho, i don’t know wh- why i can’t. why? i want to cum!” you could throw a tantrum. you want to. you want to kick your legs and holler and roll around on your bed until you get your way. 

“silly, you’ve been cumming,” he coos, wiping your tears and licking the salty wetness from his thumb when he’s done. 

his hold on you changes every time you touch yourself. now, he holds you like a baby and rocks you gently while your fingers are squashed between your slicked thighs. your movement is tempered like this, but it still doesn’t stop you from trying to really make yourself cum again. 

your cramped, tired digits rub back and forth against your clit; it’s sensitive and achy due to two unsatisfying orgasms, but you don’t want to stop until you cum right. you can do it. minho sucks a deep kiss into the thrumming pulse point on your neck. 

“yes, yes, i- m’gonna cum, i can. i’ll cum, i’ll cum-”

the third ruined orgasm doesn’t come as a surprise, but it still makes you cry into his shirt when your hand slips from between your thighs without your permission. 

“alright, alright. enough of that. i hate seeing my jagi cry.” 

“no you don’t,” you snivel with a pitiful headbutt to his chest. 

“ah, you’re right. you’re so pretty when you do. i just want my turn now.” 

minho shucks off his drool-covered t-shirt and rearranges you until you’re laying on your back. your limbs barely work, flopping uselessly wherever minho manhandles them. you can’t even grab onto his hair when he bullies himself between your legs and kisses sloppily up your spread thighs.  

“i’m hungry,” minho purrs, and you tilt your hips up closer to his face. if he’s hungry, you’ll happily let him eat. he watches you arch your back and rock your hips with a glint in his eyes, letting you debase yourself for his viewing. your brain finally catches onto what he means when the white of his eyes turn dark red and his veins begin to protrude out from under them. 

you can’t complain too much when a sharp bite to your thigh is just as pleasurable in its own unique way. it’s euphoric. whether it’s because it’s minho who’s biting you or because of the venom in his saliva when his fangs elongate, you can't say. your body goes taut, hands clenching into fists at your side as minho’s fangs pierce the tender skin of your inner thigh. 

minho hums against your skin as he drinks. he doesn’t feed from your thighs as often as you feed from his, much prefers the intimacy of feeding from your neck or looking into your hazy eyes while he bites into your wrist. 

your blood is a delicacy to him, and you know it. he’s told you before, and you’ve experienced it yourself when you feed on him. vampire blood has a smoother aftertaste than that of humans or animals. minho closes his eyes and lets his hands pet at your sides while he feeds. 

it’s a shame when he pulls away, but you’re blessed with the sight of a sated minho. remnants of your blood drip from his fangs, smearing red across his swollen lips and his chin. you can feel your own mouth watering in response. pavlov’s dog. minho’s fledgling. 

“want,” is all you can manage through the rush of your near bloodlust, and minho’s arm snakes up to your open mouth. 

he doesn’t even flinch when your now extended fangs pierce the skin of his wrist, but he coos when your uncoordinated limbs move to hug his arm to your chest. 

you drink frantically from his wrist, wanting more more more, but you can only take so much at a time. his blood seeps slowly from the corners of your mouth in your haste to take in as much as you can before swallowing in needy gulps. 

all you’re focused on is the feel of his skin and his warm blood flooding your mouth, so you’re shocked out of your stupor when minho’s bloodied lips find the still slick heat of your cunt. his hand falls from your lips when you cry out, but he’s quick to cover your mouth with a rough palm so he can eat in peace. 

his red-stained tongue circles your clit like it’s candy, and when he burrows his face further into your cunt, some of your leftover blood smears against your pubic mound. 

you’re getting it all over, is what you want to say, but you can’t with his mean hand covering your mouth. 

minho’s fangs have since retracted to their normal length, but the residual saliva from his feed makes your cunt tingle in ways it only can when you come into contact with his venom. 

the sounds are filthy. you’re thankful it’s only you and minho in the house because there’s no doubt the noises coming from your bedroom are blaring. if it’s not the wet clicking noises of minho’s devious tongue flicking against your swollen clit, it’s the muffled cries you’re making behind his hand. 

if you were in your right mind, you’d notice he’s being even more thorough than usual when he eats your pussy. minho’s spit seeps down to your hole, and he uses two fingers to swipe it up before bullying them inside. 

“hugging me tight already,” he muses. minho purses his lips in a sloppy kiss and shakes his head from side to side while his fingers work you open. 

it’s not until the tingling on your clit fades into numbness that you realize what he’s doing, and your legs kick out in defiance. 

“mmmph!” it’s muffled by his hand that still covers your mouth, but you finally muster enough strength to shove his hand away. “minho! minho, no, please don’t be mean!” 

“i’m mean? oh, jagi. you were mean to me earlier, don’t you remember? i’m just giving you the punishment you deserve.” 

oh, if it’s not the consequences of your own actions. 

his tongue dips down to lick where his fingers spear you open, and you can’t feel it at all, nor can you feel his steadily thrusting fingers. 

“i-!” you’re going to cry again. “minho, i’m sorry! i just- i wanted to play, that’s all. i’m sorry. pleasepleaseplease don’t, i can’t feel- can’t feel anything.” 

“i’m sorry too, baby.” his voice is so sweet, so gentle. so condescending. “you made me do this.” 

you can only tell he removes his fingers because you see him do it. you weren’t lying when you told him you can’t feel anything down there, the venom left over from his feed numbing you inside and out due to his dexterous tongue and sneaky fingers. 

the slap to your pussy comes as a surprise. your breath catches on a gasp, throat clicking with viscous spit. it doesn’t hurt at all, but the sound of it is enough to have you trembling. 

his teeth are tinted red when he smiles that devil bunny smile you hate to love so much. minho doesn’t even bother taking his sweatpants off all the way, just tucks the band of them under his sac and situates himself on his knees between your spread legs. 

minho sheaths himself inside slowly. for whose benefit, you don’t know, but he grunts when he stills balls deep in your cunt. 

“so soft inside,” he murmurs. “such a wet pussy.” 

you’re pathetic; tears are already brimming in your eyes again. you want to feel how hard his cock is, you want to feel the way he makes a home for himself inside of you. 

“minho,” you mewl. “does it feel good? can’t- i can’t feel, you have to tell me. please tell me.” 

“your pussy is perfect.” 

that makes you whine. all you can do is lay there and let minho use your body to get off. your breasts bounce with his thrusts, he shifts you up the bed with how good he’s fucking you. 

his head hangs low as he watches himself slide into the gummy wetness of your cunt, hair dangling and bouncing when he moves. his hands are balled into fists, and they press against the mattress on either side of you. 

“my little doll,” he grits. “just a- ah, ahh fuck- a fuckhole. you were so mean, jagi, aren’t i so nice to fuck you still?” 

“yes! yes, fuck me! please, minho i was bad, i’m sorry. will you- keep- please, keep fucking me until you cum.” 

he pushes your knees to your chest and raises into a squat, his thighs press tightly against the backs of yours. his cock slips free and he’s the only one to fuss, but he takes the base of his cock in his hands and slaps the mushroom head against your clit. 

minho looks big like this. he towers over you, shoulders wide set and chest bulging. a droplet of sweat drips from a wet strand of hair and onto your cheek. he watches it roll down into your hairline as he sheaths himself inside again. the slick noises your cunt makes has your chest heating up right away, and minho catches your arms before they can reach up to cover your face. 

“take it. just let me in,” he says, and you nod. 

the angle is deeper this way; the slap of minho’s skin against yours is nearly deafening. 

“you’re clenching so hard on me, jagi. gonna cum, hm?” 

are you? can you? you can’t feel a thing. can’t feel the way his cock wrecks your little hole or the new addition of his fingers rubbing uselessly at the stiff bud of your clit. 

“i can’t fe- feel anything, minho, i dunno?!” you cry. your chin quivers when you look up at him, but there’s a frantic look in his eyes when he nods his head back at you. the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth is almost maniacal. 

“you’re going to. i don’t have to compel it out of you either, hm? ahh, jagi. oh, jagi, there. you’re cumming. you’re cumming, baby, i can feel it. keep-”

if he tells you so, you believe it. you must be cumming for him. the only further proof you need is the sudden burst of wetness you feel against your thighs. it’s loud, and your cunt contracts so violently that it pushes minho’s cock from inside, splashing against his stomach and soaking his sweatpants. 

a moan bursts from behind your lips when he slips inside again, and his own breathy moan follows suit. he loves your noises, loves how desperate and high pitched they get when you’re waiting for his cum, so you keep it up despite the lack of sensation you feel. he fucks you rough and fast in his haste to cum too, and you’re shamefully a little disheartened you can’t feel the overstimulation you know would be setting in by now. 

“please cum inside me. my minho, my minho, please? i love you. i love you. i’ll be good now, baby, please?” 

he stops breathing when he cums, pressing deep inside and stilling as he empties it inside where it belongs. his belly trembles and his thighs do too, and you’d giggle at the little whine that leaves his lips if you weren’t so focused on trying to feel his cum spilling inside despite your numbness. 

minho’s toes crack whenever he eases back on his haunches and guides his softening cock out of your hole. he doesn’t even bother pulling his pants all the way up before slumping to the side and smushing his cheek against your sweaty shoulder. 

he rests a small hand on his favorite emotional support boob while you both come down together. 

“i can’t believe you made me squirt and i didn’t even feel it,” you mumble. you squeeze your thighs together. still nothing, but you can feel his leaking cum smearing against the plush of your thighs. 

“i can’t believe you actually managed to uninvite me into this house on a technicality. that’s cruel. you’re cruel and mean.” 

“you can’t call me cruel and mean after i squirted for you!” 

minho jiggles your boob in his hand and pinches your nipple until you swat at him. 

“yeah, and now i have to walk out of here pantless.”

ok HI here are some facts if you've never seen the vampire diaries or just some facts about this universe specifically!

vampires have to be invited into a residence by the living owner of said residence. your rental house was leased by both you and your bestie, so you could invite him inside. now that ownership has changed to just your best friend, she is the only person who can. even after you died and became a vampire, he was still able to come inside since the ownership of the house hadn't changed. until now :)

the ring you mention to minho on the phone is a daylight ring. vampires will burn in the sunlight without it, so you and minho having a daylight ring is a necessity! even if you're inside and you walk by a window during the day without your ring on, your ass would catch on fire lmao

original vampires (the lee family... minho, felix, hoseok, taemin, chaeryeong?? shit, idk. i'm just naming lees i like lolll) are the first ever vampires to walk the earth. that's why they're called originals. original vampires can compel regular degular vampires (and humans, and vampire hybrids!) which is why minho is able to compel you. non-original vampires cannot compel other vampires, so it doesn't work the other way around, but they can compel humans.

compulsion is mainly done by making eye contact with whoever you want to compel and stating whatever it is that you want them to do. when someone is under compulsion, they won't remember the act of being compelled. so basically, you don't remember what minho made you do to yourself until he tells you about it afterwards, hence the dubcon tag. so in this case, he'll have to tell you he made you ruin your own orgasm three times as part of a punishment lmao

vampires can feed from other vampires, but it takes a very long time and a lot of dedication for it to be a sustainable way of life. it's very rare for that to happen, so you can feed on whatever you like! humans, animals, blood bags.... you and minho feed on each other in bed because it's sexy. not to actually gain nutrients. the numbing venom is something i came up with though, sorry i didn’t make that very clear, but i thought it would be a fun little addition!

i kind of wanted to touch on sire bonding, which could possibly have added more to the dubcon element, but i decided against it because i would have had to add sooo much more plot that i don't have the patience to write LMAO. if you have any questions about that though please ask! i'd be happy to explain what i had in mind :)

Favorite Multiple Partners Fanfiction (Part 1)

Stray Kids (Part 1)

Paint the Town Red

@jonespicy

Stray Kids x Reader, dark themes (read! the! warnings!)

“Shit. She’s fucking full.” The man in front of her groaned. “Think she can fit three more loads?” the man behind her chuckled as they both started thrusting in and out of her. “‘o more,” Y/n groaned. “Awe she’s begging for it.” Y/n shook her head before the man behind her wrapped his longer fingers around her throat. “You can take a few more. You’re gripping us like you want it.” “Make some room,” the deepest voice said.

Out of the Blue Part 1

@1nthedarknessofthenight

it is you boyfriend’s birthday and you decided to let him unwrap his gift a little sooner…

Out of the Blue Part 2 

Felix x Reader x Stray Kids, Reader is Felix’s girlfriend, gangbang, idol au

after some much needed alone time with your boyfriend on his birthday, you somehow forgot about his friends coming over…

Make it hurt

@bahablastplz

Seungmin x Reader x Jeongin, bdsm themes, strangers to lovers, threesome

Your best friend is a menace. A stupid, kinky menace that drags you along to a BDSM event with her when your curiosity gets the best of you. What will happen when a strangely attractive man asks you if you want to do your first scene with him and his friend?  

Cosmic Love

@bahablastplz

Chan x Reader x Felix, drunk confessions, friends to lovers, threesome

A night at the club turns into a lot more than you anticipated, all thanks to a stupid text that you don't even remember sending. The next day, Chan and Felix invite you over for dinner. That's all it is, right? 

Sharing is Caring 3racha

@dwaekkicidal

3racha x Reader, eventual ot8 x Reader, bdsm themes

After finding what Stray Kids' closest female friend really does with their leader behind closed doors, Jisung and Changbin decide they want in too.

Sharing is Caring Meanracha 

@dwaekkicidal

Meanracha x Reader, eventual ot8 x Reader, bdsm themes

After that night with 3Racha, you agreed to become involved with all 8 men. So what happens when Jisung’s loud ass accidentally tells the rest of the members, and meanracha takes to bullying their leader?

Ot8 

@cbini

Stray Kids x Reader, threesome, Chan sharing reader with other members

“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.” 

“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”

Day 11 double penetration 

@cbini

Bang Chan x Reader x Felix, threesome, double penetration

“here, lix, feel,” chan says, spreading your legs while you lean back onto his pillows. he’s sitting at the head of his bed with your head on his thigh while felix takes his place between your legs. it’s times like this when you wish chan had a bigger bed, but you can’t complain too much. you’re as close to your two favorite boys as you can get. 

More Than Us 

@leviackermanscleaningbuddy

Minho x Reader x Jisung, polyamory

Falling in love with someone isn’t a walk in the park. It usually involves a lot of self doubt, realizations, missed signs, and a whole lot of dumb. Falling in love with your best friends-both of them-when they’re already in love with each other? That’s a whole new level of dumb-maybe even absolutely idiotic. Ouch. This is gonna hurt.