Leaving tumblr, especially the kpop community on here, is probably one of the best things to ever happen to me. Like why did we as a fandom, as a fandom-geared site decide that social policing and punishing people for being human beings and making mistakes is what SHOULD be happening on here.
Like 90% of kpop fans are just christians redefined lol. Its crazy to me to finally see just how social media can affect our mindsets even when perceivably on the surface we think we are being righteous but in reality we are all just a bunch of adults acting like teenagers, spreading purity culture and negativity in spaces that should be made safe for everyone
Like im almost 24 now, and to look back on the last 5 years of my life vs who i am now is crazy
To all of the people here who were always honest with me in ways that helped me learn and grow and are still my friends whether i talk to you often or not, i love you and miss you and i hope you are all doing great
To the dumb idiots who thought it was okay to bully a naive 20 year old into being "socially conscious", even knowing that i have autism, bipolar, and id believe anything youd tell me because all i wanted was to be nice and to be a good friend- how does it feel knowing you're never gonna be happy because you cant stop policing peoples behaviors, thoughts and feelings?
Sorry for the thinkpiece, i miss my tumblr friends but dont really want to come back here, and i wanted to give an update on how im doing :)
A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
Here I thought it was just me seeing the decline, oof. I've been all over the place with ship and fandom, so I chalked it up to that.
If I write just for the joy of creating, I think people don't realize that I can also just keep it to myself. I don't need to share, and neither does anyone else. What's the point of a creative community if you won't support the people who make it happen? C'mon, people.
if you're feeling powerless right nowโand god knows I amโhere's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted
life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters
โฐ โ lee seokmin x readeer
โท โ summary: a study in the worship of lee seokmin.
โฐ โ wc is approx. 1.3k
โท โ genre: smut, stand-alone, no plot only porn
โฐ โ warnings: blowjobs, cum swallowing, cumming-on-face, repeated use of the word embarrassing.
โท โ rating: 18+
โฐ โ note: spur of the moment fic written in an hour lmao! the result of seokmin's new photoshoot!!! everyone can thank @onlymingyus for alerting me to the existence of these photos lol.
you drop to your knees like it's the easiest fucking thing in the world to do.
seokmin gets embarrassed at how you look up at him in awe. then his dick hardens further in his boxers, and he can feel wetness leak from the tip and he gets embarrassed further.
he feels ridiculous.
the robe they've put him into is faux fur, soft to the touch and in a deep brown. his pants are white and unbuttoned, pulled down low enough to expose the grey band of his boxers with red lettering.
he's half naked. he's dressed up as someone who is distinctly not him.
because seokmin truly doesn't feel like himself. if seokmin were to pick an outfit, it'd be a polo and jeans or some oversized sweater that reached down to the palms of his hands.
yeah: this feels like some sort of seokmin that is distinctly not him, but then --
but then you put your hands on his thighs and his mind goes blank.
even through the white fabric of his pants seokmin feels electrified by your touch. the weight of your hands is usually comforting, but now seokmin feels as if it's all he can pay attention to and he just wants more of it.
"what're you doing?"
you hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants. you peel them down. it's slow going, and you have to move your hands beneath the brown robe to pull the waistband down over the curve of his ass.
the white pants fall around his ankles, the fabric bunching around his bare feet, and then you're pressing your face into his cock.
well, not into it. but your nose presses into the fabric, sliding along the curve of his dick through the grey boxers.
"fuck --" he groans out your name, long fingers tangling into your hair. seokmin tightens his grip on your hair. he wants to pull your face back. he wants you to stop doing something so mortifying.
because it is mortifying and embarrassing, but then you let out a hot exhale and seokmin pushes your face further against him.
"lemme," you murmur. you press your tongue against the bulge, and seokmin does a full-body shiver as you run your tongue up his dick. it's far different than when you do it without fabric separating his dick from your tongue, but his toes still curl.
it's the drag of it, leisurely and torturous; the warm and wet.
you mouth against his dick, and seokmin can't help but tip his head back in a moan.
"seokminie," you say. he glances down at you. you reward his attention by mouthing at the tip of his dick, and seokmin feels utterly humiliated by how his dick lets out a little spurt of cum, further wetting the boxers.
your hand goes up and cups his balls, thumb gently swiping over the fabric. seokmin groans and shivers.
"please," he says.
your hands go to the waistband of his boxers. you pull them down, though you're far slower with it than you were with his pants. you sit back on your knees, watching as the fabric clings to his thick golden thighs.
he whines out your name, and you laugh.
"don't worry, pretty boy," you coo. you pull down his boxers enough to where his dick springs free. it's fucking embarrassing how his dick, nearly on the far side of too-long, though his thickness is just-right, springs out and slaps against his abdomen.
his dick is an angry, dusky color. the veins are thick and particularly delicious, and the first thing you do once his dick is free is tip forward and press your lips to a vein.
mouth slick and plenty wet, you slide your tongue from the base of the vein to the tip. it's so slow and seokmin feels like he's on the verge of claiming it's torture.
you pay special attention to his dick veins, tongue treating each weaving line like royalty. you alternate the duration of the licks. some are lingering and worshipful; others, quick and eager. regardless of the duration, each is wet and delightful.
seokmin's balls feel so tight and heavy. he wants you to hurry up, wants you to take his dick down your throat, but.
your hands go to grip at his thighs. you can't wrap your hands around them, not even close. the tips of your fingers press into his flesh as you mouth at the base of his dick.
your hands slowly slide up. they slide up over his thighs, which were still slightly oiled from an earlier shoot session. your hands go to the jut of his hips, and then to his abdomen. you pet his stomach, palms sliding along the ridges of his abdomen.
then you grab his dick and seokmin fights against every bit of his being in an attempt not to cum.
you move up on your knees, guiding the dark tip into your mouth.
and if he thought he was going to cum before, then --
you take the head into your warm mouth. slowly, as you seem reluctant to do anything quickly this evening, you begin to press his dick further into the tormentful warmth of your mouth.
seokmin's dick is too big to fit into your mouth entirely. but you go until the tip is against the back of your tongue, and seokmin is torn between praising you and whimpering.
you worship his dick unhurriedly, drawing back gently. the slide of your tongue against his cock has his fingers curling in your hair, thighs tensing. you hold his hips in your hands as you languidly fuck his dick in and out of your mouth, nails leaving little indents in his flesh.
you pull off of his dick. you hold his dick with one hand, licking at the tip sweetly.
"baby," he whimpers.
you laugh at him, eyes crinkling. "can't believe you're dressed like this and here you are, whimpering like a dog for me."
seokmin pouts. you guide his head back into your mouth. you open your mouth wide, and then you're swallowing down around it once more.
your mouth is wet. your hands slide to his back, to his ass, and then you're pressing his hips forward. you push his hips towards you, forcing his dick further into your mouth, forcing it to press further and further.
once satisfied, you peer up at seokmin.
he groans.
seokmin begins fucking into your mouth. he watches with rapt attention. your spit makes his cock glisten with wetness, and when he pulls back far enough to where the tip is millimeters from your lips, there's a cute string connecting his dick to your mouth.
seokmin can't help but moan and fuck his dick back in.
you're so perfect.
he feels horribly hot in his robe despite it being the only thing he's wearing. the faux fur hangs down around him, and when he brings your face to his groin, fucking his cock back into the heat of your mouth, you're framed by the brown fur.
it's all so lavish and ridiculous. you on your knees, unashamedly for him. his expensive pants and boxers pooling around his feet, the even-more expensive robe bouncing with every thrust into your mouth.
seokmin sets a steady rhythm. he trusts into your mouth, swift and precise. he loves this. he loves the slick, wet noises of your mouth around his cock. he adores the little moans and whimpers you let out, the tears catching at your lashes.
your hands shift against him. you keep one hand on his hip, the other going down to his balls. you fondle them, smoothing your hand over them sweetly.
his balls tighten to the point of pain; his dick throbs.
seokmin cums down your throat. you can't take all of it. you have to pull off, gasping for air, and his thick white spunk stains your lips and face.
he can't help but feel a little ashamed. his cum marring your face, the way your lips are raw from your worship of him. how you grip the faux fur robe in both hands, face tilted up towards him, eyes shining.
it's all so embarrassing.
but then you're pulling off your own shirt and seokmin can't find it within himself to care too much.ย
pairing: ljh x afab!reader
genre: angst, smut (MINORS DNI!!!!!) | wc: 2.7k
warnings: infidelity, unprotective sex (wrap it before u tap it kids), crying
a/n: loosely based on melt by josef salvat // iโm dedicating this to link @choism (who also made the banner, love u) // huge thanks to maren @wooahaeproductions for beta-ing (your comments always give me life)!
In the dark, Jihoon learns how to break you apart and build you back together, piece by piece.
It begins slowly; a movie night where you drift off to sleep on his shoulder, after having cried yourself hoarse. Jihoon learns that night that he absolutely hates your boyfriend. He also learns that he could love you so much better, if you'd only give him the chance.
Jihoon sits frozen in the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on your sleeping form. He takes in the small details, the curve of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes as you breathe. He can see the rise and fall of your chest with each breath, the way your hair falls delicately over your face, and the scattered constellations of moles that decorate your skin. He takes in every detail, committing it to memory with an unwavering gaze.
And then, like you can feel his gaze on you, you startle awake. And you don't push him away. No, you lay your head on his shoulder, and it takes every working nerve in Jihoon's sleep-addled mind not to kiss you right there. But you look so pretty like this, staring up at him from under your eyelashes, and he thinks he might die. But he'll be damned if he dies here without having kissed you, without having showed you how much better it could be - so he does. And you absolutely melt into him with a soft sigh, like you've been waiting for this too.
And so, late at night, Jihoon learns exactly where to put his lips so you make the prettiest noises. When his lips finds the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you gasp, arching into him, and it makes him almost combust on the spot. And the he remembers.
The boyfriend, the traitorous voice in his mind reminds him, and he breaks apart from you with a startled gasp. Your chest is heaving, your lips are kiss-bitten and plump, and Jihoon has never felt this guilty in his entire life.
โWe canโt,โ he breathes, and it breaks his heart. In his heart, he knows, more deeply and more powerfully than anything heโs ever known before, how much better he would be for you. But he canโt, not right now, and the thought cleaves his chest in two.
โI know,โ you whisper back, as if youโre afraid to break this very fragile bubble that exists around just the two of you. Your eyes fill with tears, and Jihoon yearns. Itโs like second nature, the way his hand cups your jaw, the way his thumb brushes a stray tear off your cheek. Before he can stop himself, before that traitorous voice can say anything else, he leans in again. His lips find yours, and he can taste the salt of your tears, the bitter taste of your guilt.
He should stop. He should. But then you kiss him back, again, and every rational thought flies out the window. His hands find the hem of your shirt, and you shiver so delightfully against him when his cold fingers find your warm skin.
โJihoon-โ
Jihoon's breath is hot against the nape of your neck, his words a desperate plea mixed with intense desire. "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his voice reverberating with urgency. "I'll do anything you say."
But you don't. Instead, your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer. Your body arches into his touch, craving more, and he groans, kissing down your neck with a fervor that makes his head spin. Your skin feels like fire, but heโs so willing to let himself burn, even if itโs only for tonight.
"We shouldn't," you whisper, even as your hands roam beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his back.
Jihoon pulls back slightly, his dark eyes searching yours. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks again, his voice husky and strained.
You shake your head, unable to form the words. He sees the hesitance dancing in your eyes. It's wrong, you know it's wrong, but it feels so right. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, trembling with a mix of anticipation and guilt. Jihoon's breath catches in his throat as your hands slide across his bare chest. He pulls back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or regret. But all he finds is a reflection of his own desire, burning just as brightly.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
โYes,โ you breathe, and Jihoon knows that heโll worship you for as long as he can have you. Heโll lose himself in you, over and over.
And so, in the dark, as the movie credits play, Jihoon learns the curve of your neck, the softness of your skin. He memorizes the cadence of your voice, the rhythm of your heartbeat, the taste of your lips. You are his religion, and he worships at your altar with reverent hands and whispered prayers.
With each touch, each kiss, Jihoon feels himself falling deeper. He knows this moment is fleeting, stolen in the shadows of night, but he can't bring himself to stop. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, mapping out constellations he'll never forget. Every sigh, every shiver, every soft moan is etched into his memory. They linger in the deepest corners of his mind, like delicate brushstrokes on a canvas, a masterpiece of sensation that he will never tire of admiring.
As clothes fall away, discarded on the floor, Jihoon takes his time. He wants to savor every second, every sensation. His lips ghost over your collarbone, down your chest, across your stomach. He feels your fingers tighten in his hair, hears your breath hitch. His hands find the elastic of your panties, and suddenly, itโs like he canโt breathe.
"Jihoon," you whisper, his name a prayer on your lips.
He looks up at you, drinking in the sight. Your hair is mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire. You've never looked more beautiful. He finds your clit, and the sound you make sounds better than anything he could create in his studio. Itโs heaven and hell, all at once, the way your hips grind against his palm, the scent of your arousal permeating his senses.
โFuck,โ he hisses, sliding your soaked panties down your thighs, โyouโre so fucking wet.โ
Your breath catches at his words, a shiver running through your body. Jihoon's fingers move with deliberate slowness, teasing and exploring. He watches your face intently, memorizing every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your lips. If this is the only time heโll ever have this, then by God, he wants to remember everything, so he can play it back, night after night.
"Please," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.
Jihoon's breath catches in his throat. He's dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined the sound of your voice begging for him. But reality is so much sweeter, so much more intoxicating. Jihoon feels drunk on the power of your pleasure, on the way you respond to his every caress. He slides one finger inside you, then another, marveling at the tight, wet heat. Your walls clench around him, and he has to bite back a groan.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh. "So perfect."
His thumb circles your clit as his fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot that makes you see stars. When he finds it, you cry out, your back arching off the couch.
โMore,โ you plead, your voice a husky whisper that cuts straight through him, igniting every nerve ending. The need in your voice is intoxicating, and he obeys without a second thought. Your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as if you canโt get close enough, canโt pull him into you fast enough.
โGod, youโre exquisite,โ he breathes, the words escaping him as he drinks in the sight of you. And then heโs there, his mouth on you, and itโs as if his world has exploded into color. You taste like a sinnerโs salvation, sweet and salty and like guilt. Like lilac wineโbittersweet and intoxicatingโyou linger on his tongue, the taste of something forbidden yet holy, and he drinks you in, helplessly devout.
Jihoonโs tongue works in tandem with his fingersโeach movement deliberate as he relishes the way your body writhes above him, how you tug at his hair as if you can't stand to have him any closer.ย Your thighs tremble around his head, and he canโt help but revel in the way your body responds to him. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, and he knows youโre getting close with each flick and curl of his fingers.
He feels your walls fluttering around him, tightening in a way that makes his heart race. Itโs a thrilling sensation, knowing heโs bringing you to the edge. With every gentle press of his fingers, he can see the pleasure building inside you, your body arching in anticipation.
โPlease, Jihoon,โ you whimper, and that plea ignites something deep within him. Heโs captivated by how beautifully youโre coming apart in his hands, and it drives him mad.
โLet go for me,โ he murmurs against you, adding a little more pressure with his thumb as his fingers pick up the pace. The room is filled with the sound of your soft moans, and he watches your expressions shift with every movement, completely entranced.
Just when he thinks he canโt take it anymore, he feels you tighten around him, trembling as your body responds to the building waves of pleasure. For a second, Jihoon swears he reaches nirvana; the sounds you make race through him like lightning bolts.
โLet go,โ he urges softly, and in that moment, your body shudders, and a cry of bliss escapes your lips. Jihoon feels a rush of satisfaction wash over him as you come undone beneath him, skin glowing with exertion. Jihoon works you through it, gentling his movements as you come down from your high. He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, your stomach, slowly making his way back up your body.
He looks up at you, eyes glinting with desire, feeling an overwhelming urge to mark this moment foreverโthe way you look, the way you sound. He nods, as if promising to deliver everything you crave, and rises to lean over you again, capturing your lips with his. The kiss is searing, a desperate scramble of breaths and desires as your tongues entwine. You taste like the rapture, but the taste of your tears sends shockwaves of terror through him. Jihoon knows he is a sinner โ but if the road to hell tastes as sweet as you, heโll make the journey a thousand times over.ย ย
Breaking the kiss, Jihoon reaches for his jeans, hastily shedding that last barrier between you. His heart races as he positions himself at your entrance, locking eyes with you in a moment that feels monumental. โAre you sure?โ he asks again, the weight of the question lingering between you like a promise, an invitation.ย
There are tears in your eyes when you take one of his hands in yours, guiding it to rest against your cheek. โYes,โ you whisper, your heart racing in tandem with his. The certainty in your voice ignites a fire within him, erasing every doubt that dared to linger. โI want this. I want you.โ
With those words, Jihoon feels something inside him break and reform. He enters you slowly, savoring every inch, every sensation. The feeling is overwhelming, almost spiritual in its intensity. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, meant to be joined. He stills for a moment, forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily.
"You feel incredible," he breathes, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The moan that escapes your lips is the sweetest sound Jihoon has ever heard. He begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust feels like coming home, like finding a piece of himself he never knew was missing.
Your hands roam his back, nails digging in slightly as the pleasure builds. Jihoon kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. He wants to memorize every sound, every expression, every sensation.
Jihoon's hips snap forward, and you cry out, arching beneath him. He feels drunk on the sounds you make, on the way your body responds to his. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, of ragged breaths and soft moans. Jihoon can't tear his eyes away from your face, watching as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat making you glow in the dim light. He can't take his eyes off you, mesmerized by the way your lips part with each thrust, the way your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.
"Look at me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you."
Your eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear. Jihoon feels exposed, vulnerable, but he can't look away. He sees everything in your eyes - the pleasure, the guilt, the overwhelming desire. It's a mirror of his own emotions, and it threatens to consume him. Your hands cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that's both tender and desperate. Jihoon's hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he loses himself in the taste of your lips. He feels your walls tightening around him, knows you're close.
"Jihoon," you gasp, breaking the kiss. "I'm close..."
He nods, understanding. His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit. He circles it with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Come for me," he urges, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you fall apart."
Your body responds to his words, to his touch. You're trembling beneath him, teetering on the edge of bliss. Jihoon watches in awe as pleasure washes over you. Your back arches, pressing your chest against his. Your walls clench around him, pulsing with your release. The sight of you coming undone, combined with the feeling of you tightening around him, pushes Jihoon over the edge.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his groan as his hips stutter, driving deep as he spills inside you. For a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you, bodies intertwined, breaths mingling.
As the waves of pleasure subside, reality begins to creep back in. Jihoon lifts his head, meeting your gaze. There's a mix of emotions in your eyes - satisfaction, affection, and a hint of guilt. He knows his own expression must mirror yours.
Slowly, carefully, he pulls out and lies beside you on the narrow couch. You turn to face him, and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture is tender, intimate in a way that makes his heart ache. Just tonight, he reminds himself. Only for tonight.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, searching your face for any sign of regret.
Your tears start anew, and Jihoon swears he can hear his own heart crumbling. โFuck,โ you whimper, pulling at the ends of your hair. โFuck! Jihoon, what did we just do?โ
His body aches for you, his soul hungers for yours, but all he can offer is his embrace as he held you close against his chest. He can feel your tears, hot and guilt-ridden, and he feels like heโs just made the biggest mistake in the world.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his own tears falling onto your hair.
Sleep comes slowly, hours later, as the night ends and the next morning begins. It takes him hours to calm your breathing, to soothe your tears, to coax you into a fitful sleep.
Heโs sure heโll never sleep again.
But when he wakes, youโre gone - every trace of you that he had tried so desperately to memorize has been wiped clean from his apartment. It was as if you had never been there at all.
This is what hell feels like, Jihoon thinks to himself.
In the dark, Jihoon learned how to break you apart and build you back together โ but in the harsh light of day, itโs him thatโs left broken.ย
Genocide flattens every discussion. There are no new conversations to be had about the destruction, death and cruelty. After more than a year, there is nothing left to be said about various media houses, corporations and international bodies of law aiding and abetting all that has been happening in Gaza, either. It is the banality of evil, it is colonialism. However even in this atrociously banal circumstance, I do think what still is a continued point of hope for Gazans and what still pushes so many of them to reach out to the world, is the support people around the globe have shown and still continue to show. Which is why I am here on behalf of the Shehab family ( @fahedshehab-new ) and requestingย you to help them survive through this winter. This won't take much of your time so please read:ย
Fahed is currently supporting 13 family members in total- his own family and that of his sisterโs.
He has to look after 8 children now, with the youngest being his son Yayha who is barely having anything to eat because the price of baby milkย is exorbitantly high in Gaza.ย
The genocide has taken a toll on Fahedโs daughters. Sahar and Dana spent a whole year under the threat of bombs and right now instead of getting to be teenagers, they ask their father if they will survive. They have even said they don't want to live if they lose someone.ย
The family right now immediately needs clothes to keep them warm throughout winter. Fahedโs family is from the north and has been displaced several times before they came south. Displacement is dangerous and a silent killer because often essential items are lost and cannot be replaced in time.ย
Please consider that the weather has already turned colder around the world and that which is only mildly uncomfortable to us, presents a dire situation for Gazans. The families don't have a shelter and there is no way for tents to adequately protect from cold winds and rain. So right now the immediate need is for warm clothes and it can cost upto $400 per person. With THIRTEEN PEOPLE to take care of Fahed immediately needs to raise at least 5k to buy the required apparels. So please boost and donate.ย
Currently at $66,248. He needs to reach $71,248. Please help however you can.ย
My name is Sahar Shehab. I am 14 years old from Gaza .
I ask you for urgent hโฆ Ahmed Shamia needs your support for Help Sahar and Her Famil
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Please remember that every donation, even if it is 5 dollars, is a ray of hope for the families who have lost everything.
Thank you my friends for helping me. Please keep donating so that I may reach my goal of 71k. I need this to provide my family with winter clothes. We are facing a terrible situation. The nights get so cold and my children are suffering because of it.
โ A/N: I'm afraid the recent driver woo pics have momentarily revived user cheollipop.
nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! ๐
โWe- hah, weโre gonna be late.โ
โShh,โ Wooyoung dismissed, hand on the back of your head pushing you back down to where his cock stood, dripping with precum and your spit. โJust a little more,โ he muttered for the nth time.
The console dug into your ribs where you bent over to reach where Wooyoung needed you most, parked alongside a dark road hoping no travelers would decide to take a detour tonight. And you obliged him, saliva pooling in your mouth as you took his length past your lips, hot and heavy against your tongue.
Wooyoungโs head hit the backrest, Adamโs apple vibrating with a raspy groan. โFuck, โso good for me.โ
Fog had begun to encase the closed windows, having been edging Wooyoung with the heat of your mouth for what felt like hours. Your friends were sure to be pissed off at your late arrival, but the tanginess on your tongue was dizzying enough to dismiss that thought from your mind, veiny hand entangled in the hair at your nape while the other gripped the seat underneath him. He might come this time, you thought, his thighs flexing and shivering under your splayed palm. So you flattened your tongue and took him deeper until his cockhead bumped your uvula, throat closing around him as you gagged.
โHahโah, wait. Shit, shitโโ A series of whines and groans rolled off Wooyoungโs tongue, his fingers tugging at your hair until the tip of his cock was left resting against the plush of your lips. He peered down at you while sucking in the stuffy air surrounding him. Met with your teary eyes staring back at him, brows furrowed in confusion and your hot breath warming his angry, throbbing head. Wooyoung let out another groan, bumping his head to the hard cushion behind it before craning his neck to look at you once again. โCโmere,โ he muttered, hands wrapping around your upper arms, fingers digging into the flesh with more desperation than heโd shown all night.
โWoo, waitโโ You resisted, and he instantly stopped to study your face. You gulped, delicately resting your hands on Wooyoungโs wrists. โWeโre already late, soโฆโ
Wooyoungโs insides burst aflame, eyes drooping as he eyed the pout you most likely werenโt even aware had formed, a smudged red barely there anymore โ most of it streaked down his cock. โSo?โ He took your chin between his pointer and thumb, leaning forward to steal whatโs left of your lipstick mixed with the lingering taste of him. His nose bumped yours, his free hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer, deeply inhaling before untangling himself from your lips. โWeโre already late, so whatโs another hour?โ
And with a whispered โfuck it,โ you were on him, jumping over the console and onto his lap while Wooyoung roughly trailed his palms up your thighs, hurriedly gathering the satin draped over your body around your hips. He pulled you down, sliding your pelvis over his needy cock, a raspy moan escaping his throat as the wet material at your crotch added to the mess coating him. The drenched fabric at your core now pushed to the side, Wooyoung eased two fingers into your pulsing hole, groaning in anticipation as your slick dribbled down to his wrist.
His mouth watered, the thick scent of sex overwhelming his senses and he suddenly could barely fight the urge to bury his face between your thighs. He pried his eyes off your parted lipsโ red-stained and glimmering with saliva โto look around the cramped space, grumbling at the missed opportunity of having you on his face.
His cock throbbed painfully, a sticky line of arousal oozing from your now-empty cunt and down to his angry tip as the fingers thatโd spread you open squeezed at his base.
Wooyoungโs free hand reached for your face, tracing his knuckles over your blushed cheek, โso beautiful.โ
โHurry,โ you panted, lowering your hips until his cockhead kissed your cunt. ย
And yet, Wooyoung continued acting as though he had all the time in the world. As though the tension, the need, wasnโt suffocating you bothโa wildfire spreading underneath your flesh with every piddling contact he initiated. His fingers slipped down to your neck, mimicking the dainty chain resting over your collarbones as they wrapped around the perfumed column. Gasping lightly at the pressure, you watched as the corner of his mouth twitched, along with the hard length in which you rested over. And just when you thought youโd finally be reprieved, that Wooyoung would finally end the torture heโd been putting you both through, his fingers released their grip and continued their journey over your body. Over the sunken neckline of your dress, to the thin straps digging into your shoulders, and down to the plushness of your thighs where they quivered around his hips.
โYou want me?โ
โSo bad.โ
His tongue momentarily dug into the corner of his lips before he crashed them against yours. Teeth clashed and spit ran down your chin, a desperate moan echoing in Wooyoungโs mouth when he finally gave in to his hunger, pulling you down by the hip until his cock fit snuggly between your clenching walls.
โFuuuck,"he groaned against your lips, holding you still as he fought off an early orgasm.
You could tell by Wooyoungโs erratic breathingโhe wanted to last, to be good for you. So you did what you could to fight off your desperation. Your hands were everywhere, running over his ironed button-up, tangling in the hair at his nape to feel his moans vibrating against your lips. And when the firm grip he had on your thighs eased, you rolled your hips to watch his eyelids drop and jaw go slack.
Wooyoung wondered whether you knew of your effect on him: you drove him half-way to madness. And judging by your attentive eyes and the barely concealed smile on your lips, he was sure he knew the answer.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to his heaving chest, forehead bumping against yours until you breathed the same air. โYouโre perfect, you know that?โ
Your lips curved. โMm, or so Iโve heard.โ
He exhaled a laugh, planting a soft kiss onto your jaw before burying his face into the crook of your neck, a hand slipping down to your ass while the other wrapped around your nape. His hips jerked upwards, an unexpected surge of pleasure pushing the air out of your lungs. He did it again, swiftly falling into a rhythm, fucking himself into your welcoming heat with built-up passion he knew nowhere else to direct. Wooyoung felt himself grow impossibly harder as the desperate pants blowing against the shell of his ear morphed into high-pitched whimpers, the smooth flesh underneath his palm quivering with an impending high come too soon.
โNot yet, baby,โ he muttered, tracing the line of your shoulder with feathery kisses.
โWoo, โcanโt,โ you whined, hips frantically meeting his thrusts. โWeโre lateโโ
A whispered string of noโs echoed in Wooyoungโs ear as he adjusted his pace, โShh,โ soft and tender, languidly fucking into your pulsing cunt.
โWoo, โwanna come,โ you pleaded.
Another kiss to your collarbone. โYou will.โ
He pulled his head back to look at you โteary eyes and furrowed eyebrows, hips desperately fighting against his unyielding grip.
โWant moreโโ
He stopped moving completely and cupped your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks until your lips puckered. Taking a moment to breathe through your desperation, you glared back at Wooyoung, swallowing thickly when hooded eyes gazed back at you with a look you couldnโt decipher completely. A blend of lust, aphrodisia, and greed, as though he could ravish you for hours and still his hunger would not be satiated.
Breathless and aching to devour you, Wooyoung waited until the dizzying clench of your walls eased before letting your cheeks go, your high no longer in sight. A shiver shook your body before you could complain, Wooyoungโs gaze darkening as the last of his self-control dissipated.
โDonโt ask me to stop.โ
You barely heard him before he slammed his hips up into your stretched hole, pushing you back against the steering wheel as he finally gave into his desires. In a car on the side of a dark, empty road, Wooyoung lost consciousness of his surroundings, alternating between groans and airy moans as he pounded into your cunt like a rabid fox in heat. His hands were frenzied, diving under your dress to squeeze at your waist, your tits, moving back and forth over your sensitive clit, desperately trying to keep your soaked panties to the side while maintaining his relentless pace.
Head tilted backwards, the sinful, wet song your pussy played while he repeatedly dragged his cockhead over your sweet spot, a sultry purr of his name rolling off your tongue with every wave of ecstasy surging through your bodyโit was enough to drag Wooyoung off the edge with a desperate whimper reverberating in his throat.
His previous words rang in his head as he emptied inside you, hot ribbons of white flooding your womb while he continued to fuck into your pussy like a madman. Donโt stop, he begged. And looking down at him as warmth spread through your belly, you saw the words glimmering in his eyes. Donโt stop.
So with his arms wrapped limply around your hips, you moved yourself over his length while it shot its last rope of cum, his thighs shaking underneath yours.
โCan you take it?โ you breathed out, cupping one of his cheeks.
Wooyoung melted into your touch, tilting his head into the heated palm, โyes.โ
You watched Wooyoungโs eyes shut as you used his spent cock, noting his nipples poking though the thin cotton and the stuttered moans leaving his parted lips. Your high was a touch out of reach, uncontrollable shivers running through your body as you fucked yourself on Wooyoungโs length, his cum simultaneously gushing out of you and seeping deeper inside. Touch me, you pleaded wordlessly, and Wooyoungโalbeit fucked-out and overstimulatedโmoved hastily, fingers catching onto your clit to drag another pornographic moan from your lips.
It didnโt take long for you to tip over the edge, legs going numb as your vision momentarily went black. You couldnโt register the solid chest you were pressed against, nor the tired hips shaking as they jerked upwards, extending an orgasm long-awaited. Through the thick haze clouding your senses, you felt the telltale shudder of Wooyoungโs body underneath your own, his arms wrapped firmly around you and cock throbbing painfully between your walls. And yet the familiar warmth of his cum did not follow.
He slowly moved your hips so heโd slip out of you, holding you gently as you both caught your breath. Your core ached, and whether itโs because youโd been fucked silly barely a minute ago, or due to the dry orgasm Wooyoung was still shaking from, you werenโt sure. All you knew was you needed it to happen again.
โLetโs go home,โ you whispered, an unspoken promise planted on the plush of his lips.
Wooyoung simply nodded, perhaps a little aggressively, helping you back into your seat before adjusting his clothing, the leather seats drenched with a mixture of you and him. With a text of a made-up excuse and promise to buy your friends lunch, the car engine roared as Wooyoung made a sharp U-turn, fingers gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual.
He peered at you momentarily, your side profile reflecting the moonlight where you peered out the window, anticipation buzzing through him as he marveled at your very being. While it might be a common aftermath of what had taken place earlier, tenderness flooded Wooyoungโs chest, and the need to hold you grew unbearable, his foot pressing down a little harder on the pedal to spare himself a few minutes apart from your warmth. You were sat beside him, but he pondered: if heโd look past the lingering fog clinging onto his windshield, would he find your face among the stars?
Hi ๐, My name is Mohammad, and Iโm reaching out in a moment of desperate need. Iโm a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. ๐
Iโve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my familyโs safety and well-being. ๐ซถ
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. ๐
Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
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hello mohammad! I will keep you and your family in my prayers โค๏ธ
please help out if you can!
My name is Mohammad Salem Abu Swierh, a husband and father ofโฆ Mohammed Abu Swierh needs your support for Help Mohammed's Family From Gaza R
Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Song Mingi - Jung Wooyoung - Choi Jongho
Here it is the behemoth ๐ญ๐ญ i knew this one was going to take some time but it had multiple delays due to irl stuf but IT IS HERE NOW!!!! except i could not fit it all in one post so a part 2 will come out eventually (after poly!ateez pt 2 most likely) n e ways Shout out this man who harassed my tiktok feed until i became double biased i lov him sosososososooooo much๐ฅน๐ฅน
DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!
Key:
โจ - My Favs
๐ฅ - Smut (MINORS DNI)
โ๏ธ - Angst
๐ - Fluff
๐ - Humor
SERIES
ceilings pt 2 pt 3 - @yoongiseesawmp3 โจ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ Single Mom AU โง PE Teacher!San
i dont want to spoil anything but there is a good chance you can figure out this trope, which i know is not for everyone BUT I EAT THAT SHIT UP EVERYTIME!!!! this is just the cutest fluffiest lil series i ever read like I LOVE THEM!!!!
The Art of Climbing the Corporate Ladder pt 2 - @ennysbookstore โจ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ Office AU
i am still so mad at how long it took me to get around to reading this because man. I LOVE THIS FIC!!!!! i literally was telling my irls about it because the plot twist at the end of pt1 got me so fucking good ๐ญ๐ญ i am truly in love with this san like i have no other words than please read this two shot it is incredible (also read every other work by this author pls)
ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES
what lies beneath us - @hongism ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ College AU
destiny - @tainsan โ๏ธ๐Time Travel AU โง Idol AU
Drowsy - @sxcret-garden ๐ฅ
Am I your favorite? - @deja-yu ๐
Unholy Night - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅ Priest AU
Untitled - @yourfatherlucifer ๐ฅ
Eggnog Confession - @stayteezdreams ๐
Mr. Jealousy - @sanhwaism ๐๐
Convince Me - @littleocean-rose ๐ฅ
Untitled - @k-hotchoisan ๐ฅ
Sunrise - @sorryimananti-romantic ๐ฅ๐โ๏ธ Soldier AU
Untitled - @sxcret-garden ๐ฅ
incubus: coming of age - @byuntrash101 ๐ฅIncubus!San
in the quiet spaces - @honeyhotteoks ๐ฅ๐
Stay Focused - @beginningofwonderland โจ๐ฅ Office AU โง Tutor AU
god the tension between these two ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ their banter is so flirty like even when san is helping the mc out with uni stuff its just sooooooooooooo ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค it gives off a bit of romcom vibes WHICH I LOVE!~
Dry Humping with San - @littleocean-rose ๐ฅ
chocolate - @mingigoo ๐ฅ Brother's Best Friend AU
obsession - @cheollipop ๐ฅ Mafia AU
Untitled - @sxcret-garden ๐ฅ
[7:30 am] - @destiny-fics ๐ฅ
Untitled - @k-hotchoisan ๐ฅ
Tired - @thr34t2sanity ๐ฅ
Untitled - @sxcret-garden ๐ฅ
pool side - @beatteez ๐ฅ
Depths of the Ocean - @joong-of-gold ๐ Office AU โง Single Dad!San
Untitled - @jeon-ify ๐ฅ
superstar - @bro-atz ๐ฅ
A Little Secret - @choism ๐ฅ
Untitled - @cheollipop ๐ฅ
Untitled - @orgverse ๐ฅ
choi san boyfriend texts - @koizekomi ๐
Wander though my body - @armpirate ๐ฅ
misunderstandings w/ san - @beenbaanbuun โ๏ธ๐
Interlude | Opening Sequence - @luvt0kki ๐ฅโ๏ธ Sci-Fi AU
Untitled - @eightmakesonebraincell ๐ Friends to Lovers AU
prelude in e minor - @bro-atz ๐ฅโ๏ธ Professor AU โง Infidelity
motive - @yunhoszn ๐ฅ Gym Partner AU
u got it bad - @yoongiseesawmp3 โจ๐ฅ๐ Baseball AU
I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!!!! how this author writes banter is just so real and funny and you just can't help but be charmed by san and mc!!! as a former sports anime fan, i love a sports au ok it will hit EVERYTIME!! and this is one the bests truly!
Love Death + Robots - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅโ๏ธ Cyberpunk AU โง Stripper!San
kiss me more - @miirohs ๐
Tall Trees - @sluttywoozi ๐ฅ.โ๏ธ๐ Personal Trainer AU
take a picture - @jeon-ify ๐ฅ
y'know what they say about guitarists - @lomlhwa ๐ฅ Band AU
stretch marks w/ san - @beenbaanbuun ๐
[8:50pm] - @moamidzyism ๐ฅNeighbors AU
imagine being in a secret relationship - @byeolbeloved ๐ฅ๐Badyboy!San
cockwarming w/ san - @beenbaanbuun ๐ฅ๐
Boyfriend San - @cheeseceli ๐
roadtrip - @lomlhwa ๐ฅ
leave the window open - @sungbeam ๐ Neighbor AU
crimson - @hwaslayer โจ๐ฅโ๏ธ Nightclub AU โง Stripper!MC
how these two just fall in love is so beautifully written ๐ญ๐ญ its such an interesting dynamic but san so forthcoming with his feelings i could melt ๐ซ ๐ซ AND THE SMUT IS FUCKING INSANE ๐ฉ๐ฉ
backstage backshots with san - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅ
the scentist - @k-hotchoisan ๐ฅNeighbor AU โง Scentist!San
steamed milk - @yunhoszn ๐ฅ๐ Barista AU
Last Christmas - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ Exes to Lovers AU
It's You - @minisugakoobies ๐ Roommate AU โง Best Friend's Brother AU
Stern, but sweet - @bvidzsoo ๐ Teacher AU
Trip Shenanigans - @hee0soo ๐ Dad!San
pretty kitty - @k-hotchoisan ๐ฅ Hybrid AU
periods w/ choi san - @beenbaanbuun ๐
untitled - @brainddeadd ๐ฅ
Day 8 - @multifandomfantasies โจ๐ฅ
as a large sub!ateez enthusiast this should not be shocking ๐ซ ๐ซ i just love a needy desperate san so much and this fic ๐ฉ๐ฉ boy does it deliver
gold rush - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅ Cowboy AU
to taint you soul - @seonghwaddict โจ๐ฅโ๏ธ Incubus!San
when i went into reading this i just thought it would be pure demon smut, but like i fell in love with the mc and san so easily ๐ญ๐ญ like the plot is devastating and how san like just takes care of the mc is soooo ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ THE SMUT IS ALSOSDFJSFJOGSJRSGJGJ yeah its good highly recommend ๐๐
untitled - @teeskzagain ๐ฅ
tied up - @beenbaanbuun ๐ฅ
celebrate for you - @cheollipop ๐ฅ๐
untitled - @sluttywonwoo ๐ฅ
too sweet - @yoongiseesawmp3 ๐ Model AU
Give in to Me - @hwallazia ๐ฅ
Filthy Lips, Loving Touch - @ja3hwa ๐ฅ๐
Ateez San as your BF - @kisshwa ๐
boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun ๐
realistic sex with san - @byuntrash101 ๐ฅ๐
Underwater - @bvidzsoo ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ Greek Mythology AU โง Ares!San
kitten fever - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅ Hybrid AU
head to head - @bro-atz ๐ฅ
middle of the night - @kitten4sannie ๐ฅ
untitled - @choism ๐ฅ
rollin' - @bro-atz ๐ฅ
handy - @hausofwoo ๐ฅ๐
san x chubby!reader - @sluttywoozi ๐
Treat You Better - @starskq ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ Friends to Lovers AU
untitled - @thetypingpup ๐ฅ Stripper!San
knots - @bro-atz โจ๐ฅ๐ Masseuse AU
i didnt think i had a thing for this au but i love it everytime! when mc just gets a really good fucking massage and then a real good fucking too aaadfsgsgfgdf but this is honestly so intimate and warm feeling and just san man ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฎโ๐จ
