*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*
Donations
donations currently reaching gaza:
‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza
donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza
donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)
palestine children's relief fund
world food programme
aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine
help gaza’s children
female hygiene kits for gaza - pious project
donate to UNRWA
urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera
medical aid for palestinians
urgent support for medical professionals in gaza
gaza evacs and prosthetics - raindove (link to donations in their bio)
donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)
he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.
help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer
help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter
support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi
secondary donations:
click to donate - arab.org
emergency relief for gaza - pious projects
palestine red crescent society
save palestine - islamic relief canada
send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association
help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction
donate for the recovery of hisham awartani
one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.
Petitions
‼️ urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify
international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany
petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military
demand ceasefire - amnesty international
open call for immediate ceasefire
american government call for immediate ceasefire
american government to stop funding israeli military
ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au
petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance
invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war
suspend israel from international sports - diem25
UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org
gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org
teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine
president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network
demand the immediate release of mansour shouman
location specific petitions
gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)
end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)
email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)
protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)
stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)
@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)
ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)
call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)
note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.
no forced displacement! - action network
australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)
immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)
email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)
‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)
‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)
sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)
ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)
call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)
cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)
écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)
write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)
skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)
singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)
contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)
write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)
template of letters you can send (EU)
guide on how to contact your MPs in EU
p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something
multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)
includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations
den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)
māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)
deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)
basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)
globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)
manifesto ao governo brasileiro - petição pública (BRAZIL)
Campaigns
‼️ justice for palestine
reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ
‼️ international criminal court
submit evidences of israeli war crimes
friends of al-aqsa
❥ UK-specific
urge your MP to speak up for palestine
hands off al-aqsa
stop administrative detention
petition for UK to stop arming israel
❥ International
boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel
boycott coca-cola
islamic relief canada
urge your MP to rally for ceasefire
decolonise palestine
poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians
text/call campaign for people living in USA
text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel
download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)
fax campaign for people in the USA
go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day
here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)
here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)
‼️ BDS movement
get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel
palestine diaspora network
global strike guide - join the global strike!
please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!
a/n: please feel free to let me know what you think! feedback is much appreciated <3
Can you stay up all night?
Fuck me till the daylight?
34 + 35
Ariana's words blared loudly in your ear as you entered the fitness center looking for your gym rat of a boyfriend. Recently, he'd picked up his workout schedule more than before, resulting in the bigger and better namtiddies you so enjoyed along with buffer everything else. You weren't complaining at all, especially since his new bodybuilding addiction had led to him showing off his higher stamina in bed, insisting on round after round just because he could. Yeah, you were perfectly fine with that.
You found him over by the weights station, sitting on the bench facing the mirror as he worked on his biceps. He was the only one still here, the late hour of the night being his preference for hitting the gym as he enjoyed the peaceful quiet. His face contorted at the effort as he grunted with every lift, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair wet, body glistening with the exertion.
You didn't want to interrupt, loving seeing him like this. You would've taken out your phone to record a video for your own private archives, just to store away, if he hadn't looked up and caught your eyes in the mirror. His lips curved up into a smile at your expression, dazed with your head tilted, eying him hungrily. "You came for the free show?" He chuckled.
You giggled as you walked over, putting one knee on the bench behind him as you leaned over, embracing his body and feeling his taut muscles under you. "It's not fair, you're too distracting."
"Look who's talking," he snorted, reaching around to pull you into his lap after setting the weight down. "You just walk in and I loose count of how many sets I've done."
"You've two more to go," his trainer's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, returning from putting the other equipment away. Namjoon nodded obediently and picked up the weight again, gesturing for you to get off so he could finish, but you didn't budge. "Can't I stay? I won't impact your training," you pouted. You knew Namjoon could never say no to you. Which is why he sighed defeatedly, a small smile on his lips as he shook his head before looking to his trainor for approval. Once he got the okay, he secured on arm around your waist and the other gripped the weight. You were pressed against his chest closely as he started his second-to-last set.
His trainor counted each one with him, commenting words of encouragement to keep him going. But you could barely hear any of that, only background noise compared to Namjoon's grunting in your ear. His hot breath was on your neck with each exhale, and you could feel his body heating up from the excersise.
The music was the only other thing you could hear aside from Namjoon’s pants, but that's probably because you had a one-track mind at this point, the lyrics capturing exactly what you were thinking.
Baby you might need a seatbelt when I ride it
Imma leave it open like a door come inside it
Even though I'm wifey you could hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick
You couldn't help the heat that flooded to your core at the sound of your boyfriend's exerted grunts in your ear, paired with his arm clutching you tightly around him, making you feel every flex of his muscles. And not to mention, you were sitting on those God-crafted thighs that had your mouth watering before you even thought about his dick. You tried to be subtle about the way you moved in his lap, trying to relieve some tension and the fire on your skin, and get comfortable without disturbing him. He may have not noticed at first, too enraptured in his gains to pay attention to anything else around him, but his dick took full notice. Enough of your wiggling his lap causing his gym shorts growing tighter and tighter around his crotch.
His arm pulled you impossibly close, leveling his mouth with your ear to growl, "What are you playing at, babygirl?"
You shivered at his deep voice, feeling the rich timbre in his chest. "What are you talking about, Daddy?" you whispered, moving again in his lap to brush against his semi-hard cock through his shorts. He let out a low groan at your movement, gripping your waist to keep you still. "I have one more set left. Be a good girl, or you're going to get punished. Understand?" He grunted lowly. You bit your lip, his tone sending another rush of heat to your core, your arousal pooling in your panties.
He switched the weight in his hands, his trainor starting his count again, oblivious to what was going on between you. Namjoon had told you to behave, to be a good girl. But how could you when he was basically making sex noises in your ear and flexing his muscles with you in his lap with a front row seat. Short answer: you couldn't.
You wrapped one arm around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you leaned in to his ear. "Why do you listen to 34 +35 when you work out, Joonie? Is it because you wanna fuck me till the daylight?" You felt him stutter in his set, almost dropping the weight, but quickly regaining his composure. He lowly uttered your name in warning, but you didn't heed it. "Is it because you wanna keep me up? Or so you can prove you can keep it up?" You gestured down to his shorts at the tent forming, becoming more obvious by the second. "Does it motivate you to get all big and strong and make the bed shake so hard the neighbors think there's an earthquake?"
"Yn," he muttered under his breath, his teeth gritted. You could feel his self-control draining as his focus fell to you rather than his workout. And you didn't mean to do it, honestly that wasn't your intention at all when you had walked into the gym. But workout Joon was irresistible, what were you supposed to do? Not rile him up in hopes he would use you as his workout instead?? That's crazy talk.
"C'mon baby," you continued, dragging your nails across his the back of his neck, "Finish your set so you can show me who I belong to." Your sentence ended with a slight whine in your voice as your own desperation showed itself. That gave him his last burst of concentration, just enough to finish the last 10 in his set before he was dropping the weight with a loud clang to the ground and lifting you up, hands on the back of your thighs. He murmured a quick thank you with a small bow to the trainor before he was practically running out of the fitness center and into the elevator that went straight up to the apartment.
"You're seriously such a brat." He growled, voice muffled as his mouth attached to your neck. You whined out his name at how he was marking you, a taste of what was to come later. "Can't be without my cock for one fucking second."
One hand hand was kneading your ass and the other held you up as he slammed you against the elevator wall. His mouth moved from your neck to your mouth, kissing you heatedly. You let out a moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, your lips opening submissively for him.
Your frenzied makeout session was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling you had reached your destination. He readjusted you in his arms as he exited and headed for the door. His lips found yours again as he walked the well-known path that was ingrained into his muscle memory. He only stopped to come up for air when he reached the door, pressing you against it while fiddling with the lock.
"Joon," you whined as the rattle of the keys continued while he tried to find the right one. "I'm trying baby, but—" his clumsiness jumped out. You huffed in his ear, throwing a mini fit at not getting what you wanted fast enough. But he was quick to put you in your place, rolling his hips against yours, making you feel his rock hard cock.
"Baby's throwing a fit, huh? You think you're cute?" Unfortunately for him, he did think you were cute. Especially when you got all whiny for his dick. It made the his cock stand right up when you pouted at him with those pretty lips and eyes. He could never deny you when you had that look, and honestly, he never really wanted to deny you.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he got the door open, pushing you both inside. He was barely able to set you down on your feet before pulling off his shirt, his chest muscles greeting you, dripping with sweat from his workout. You reached out unconsciously for his tiddies, running your hand down his body in a trance. He chuckled at your awe, and let you have a moment before he was tugging at your shirt and shorts.
"You worked hard, Joon." You panted as he towered over you, walking you backwards to the couch. "Think you got any of that left for me?" You fluttered your eyelashes for good measure to get what you wanted. Namjoon bit his lip at your insinuation, pushing you down onto the couch before hovering over you, chest heaving like the beast he was.
"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart."
Your mouth broke into a cheshire cat grin, playful eyes with a hint of determination. You wanted it all, every inch of this man standing above you right now. You pulled him down to meet your lips, reveling in the feeling of his tongue in your mouth.
He flipped you both over, instead having a seat on the couch and pulling you on top of him. "You wanted to ride my thigh so badly couldn't even wait till we got home, huh?" His voice was muffled in your neck as his hands found your hips, gripping tightly and positioning you. "Well? Show me what got you so riled up, sweetheart." He flexed his thigh under you, and you could feel it in between your legs, your arousal flooding your core. You let out a moan as you lost all sense of your surroundings and moved your hips back and forth on his muscular thighs. Your hands came up to steady themselves on his shoulders, and he leaned back, hands propped up behind his head as he watched you, a cocky smirk on his face.
"Damn, babygirl. I can already feel you soaking through your panties." He was right; your arousal was quick to make an easy slick for you on his thighs, causing you to rut frantically against him in search of stimulation to your clit. You rode his thigh like a pony, your whines and whimpers cutting through the air in symphony with the squelch of your skin. It was filthy, the way you were so desperately grinding yourself down, knot tightening your stomach.
You fell forward, losing your grip on his shoulders, as you caught yourself on his lap. Loud whimpers of his name left your lips as you chased your high, his thigh deliciously rubbing against your folds. You were breathing heavily, sweat beading on your forehead, mouth falling open. Your eyes rolled back as you found your rhythm. Your stomach tightened in anticipation, your orgasm fast-approaching.
He tilted your head up to look him in his eyes, intensely gazing down at you. You felt so dominated in the moment and he hadn't even done a thing. You could just feel your body tingle in anticipation for what you wanted him to do to you, how much you wanted him to stuff you full with his cock—
"Stop." His voice commanded. And if you hadn't been looking at him right that moment, you would've missed it for being so lost in your own pleasure. Loud whines left your throat as you begrudgingly slowed your movements. He smiled at your state—eyes wide, hair messy, lips pouty, overall fucked out. So cute.
"You were a bad girl, baby. You don't get to come yet," he reprimanded you. His tone was soft, but his words made you slump into his embrace, silently begging, big eyes watery from your robbed orgasm. "Nope. That's not gonna work this time," he tsked, but he still had to look away from your face lest he give in. "Lay down on your stomach, ass up."
You obeyed, not wanting to warrant any more punishment than you already had, but not without a bratty pout. You lay yourself across his lap, face in the throw pillow closest to you. You knew what he meant, stroking your ass cheeks so sweetly before landing a hard slap, making you yelp out at the loud smack. "Count," he ordered. You nodded meekly and whimpered out number after number as he spanked you until your ass was red, relishing in his gruff voice whispering dirty things to you. You were sufficiently wet, to say the least, at this point to take his giant cock without any prep, and you hoped he would give it to you soon. You'd been aching for its stretch ever since you first felt it press against you while you were in his lap.
"Joon—please—," you begged. He tutted and landed another slap to your reddening ass. "That's not my name, sweetheart."
"Daddy, please—," you cried out, tears welling up in your eyes, "Please fuck me—"
Namjoon looked at you in your pitiful state. You looked so desperate, pushing your ass up further into his hand. sounded so desperate to be fucked, whiny moans leaving your pretty lips. Ready to take any punishment he gave you if it meant you'd get his cock. Poor baby, he thought as he rubbed your ass soothingly, you just wanted to be fucked by daddy. He flipped you over on your back, scissoring you open as he moved to hover above, and fucked is what you were going to get.
"Sweetheart, you're already so wet," Namjoon groaned, easily sliding three fingers into your cunt. He watched his fingers thrust into you hungrily, the sight making him painfully hard in his shorts. "Just from riding my thigh? Or, does my baby like getting punished, huh? You like it when I spank you red? Is that why you were being so bratty?" You let out a high-pitched moan at his words, bucking your hips up. You were already so worked up, and his fingers felt so good inside you you were on the edge. And he was right—him spanking you had sent arousal right to your core, and you would be embarassed, but your pride was at his feet and you couldn't give less of a fuck.
Namjoon seemed to sense how close you were with your walls clenching around his fingers and decided you were ready. He pulled his shorts and underwear off, presenting you with his hard cock, red angry tip leaking with precum. He gave himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance and pushing in.
"Ah fuck—," he grunted in your ear as you moaned at the stretch. He slid in easily, the stretch feeling so damn good. He had to pace himself, remember not to go fucking ham right away, but it was hard because your pussy felt heavenly around him, welcomingly clenching your walls around him. "Yn, baby—," He slowly pulled out and rammed back in, causing you to wrap your arms around his broad back and sink your nails in at the sudden roughness. He continued to thrust into you hard, pulling frantic moans and whimpers of his name from.
Your silk walls felt so good around him he couldn't contain himself, setting a brutal pace. You weren't much better off, clawing at his back, moving your hips up to try and meet his. He leaned over you so closely you could see the sweat glistening off his chest, his freshly worked-out biceps bulging next you as he held himself. You took a moment to appreciate post-workout Joon in all his daunting muscle glory—if he kept going at this rate, he'd be too big to fit in a damn car.
He was rutting into you so hard, putting those muscles to good use, pushing your legs up into positions that made you feel like you were working out. You vaguely made out the sound of the couch scratching against the wood floors as it shook, the coffee table next to you slightly trembling from the tremors as Joon fucked you like he paid for it. It was barely in your realm of consiousness, though, for how fast Joon's fingers were moving against your clit.
"I can feel how tightly your squeezing, baby. You're close, aren't you?" You whimpered a small 'yes' followed by a nod of your head. He chuckled at your response, "My desperate baby. Should I let you come now? Do you think you deserve it?"
You moaned out and bobbed your head quickly, trying to push up against him as you felt your orgasm nearing. He buried his face in your neck, tugging at your earlobe before growling, "Cum for me, yn."
"Fuck—Joon!" The tension in your center broke as your climax washed over you, coating his cock in your arousal. He thrust into your cunt, squelching sounds loud with the new slick you provided, mixing with your moans of pleasure as he let you ride out your high. "Good girl, yn. Cream my cock just like that," he praised, and you revelled in it, giving him everything you had.
Once you had come down from your high, he pulled out and lied back on the other end of the couch. "Cmere, baby." He beckoned. You crawled over on top of him and he pecked your lips before rearranging you both, sitting you on his face as you were now confronted with his engorged cock. You didn't hesitate to put your mouth on it immediately, trying to take in as much as you could at once. You were a bit too ambitious, choking on his huge length, before going back in at a more steady pace, using your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was at work behind you, licking you clean of your arousal, tongue lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop.
You took him deeper and deeper with every bob of your mouth. It wasn't long before he was groaning behind you, muttering curses under his breath while stroking your ass cheeks. "Keep doing that thing with your tongue, baby. I'm almost there," he grunted. You were spurred on by his words, now warmed up enough to try to take him all the way. You pushed your head down as far as you could, nose centimeters from his base. Namjoon let out a loud Fuck as he jolted his hips upwards, hitting the back of your throat roughly. Tears welled up in your eyes but you kept your mouth on his cock, letting him fuck up into you. He was spilling his seed inside your mouth with a moan of your name. It leaked out of your mouth, and you were taking shorter breaths, but you worked him through his orgasm like a good girl. He praised you after, stroking your gently as you pulled your mouth off his cock.
He moved you around to lay your head on top of his chest, your breaths in sync. You found his namtiddies incredibly cushioning, reaching up to squeeze one with your free hand. He chuckled at your action, kissing your forehead.
"You gave Ariana a run for her money," you mumbled against his chest. He eyes crinkled with his proud smile, pride welling up in his chest. You were a testament to your statement yourself, completely tuckered out from him fucking you, eyes heavy as your muscles finally relaxed.
"But we didn't go all night baby," he teased, strong arm pulling the throw off the back of the couch and settling it over you.
"Mm, next time." You promised, drifting off to sleep. Namjoon let out a small laugh at your determination, knowing next time, you'd have to pump yourself full of coffee before you'd have energy to stay up all night long. He was looking forward to it, though. And, yeah, you were right. He did listen to 34 + 35 purely because he would think of you, and it motivated him to get bulk up so he could fuck you whichever way you wanted it. And what about it?
You’ve got my head in like daddy overdrive now 😩 pouty daddy jimin snuggling chunky pouty baby mini min begging you for more full lipped babies as if you didn’t just push that one out a few months ago 🥴
no bc literally he is a menace 😐 using his angelic smile 😐 nd why is it working
nd why is daddy ur baby's favorite already 😐😐😐😐 those two are partners in crime i swear . jimin teaches them how to get anything they want with just a pout thatll make mommy melt like . hello its not fair???
>> THE FATHER, THE SON, AND THE HOLY WHORE : DILF!NAMJOON
✦ SUMMARY you were supposed to be sleeping over at your boyfriend's house, but when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, you find yourself in arms that are much bigger.
You wanted to say you loved your boyfriend, you really did. You tried hard to look past his irritating habits; the way he would slurp when he ate, the constant phone addiction, the lack of attention he gave you. The way he screamed into his gamer headsets for hours with his friends, but when you tried to wrap your arms around him and offer sex for his attention, he'd push you away with a "not now," only agreeing if it was a blowjob, and he could continue playing.
Tonight, you were spending the night at his place. That is to say his parent's place. Even though he was loaded, and probably one of the only freshmen in college that could afford their own place, he was too lazy to get his ass up and actually go out and get something. The spoiled brat had everything in life handed to him, pampered and doted on into incompetence, courtesy of his mother. What need did he have to leave the giant family home when he had every single one of his needs met there?
"Gaeul," you prompted, nudging your lump of a boyfriend, earning only a grunt in response.
"What's the problem. I'm asleep," he mumbled, tugging the covers further over him and turning away, as if to cue a do-not-disturb sign.
"I'm thirsty," you whispered, nudging him again. "Can't you get me something to drink?"
"Just go down to the kitchen. You know how to work the water cooler."
You scoffed at how useless he was. Lying there, like a lump. Already snoring away. You crept out of the bed slowly, cold sensation of the floor touching your feet making you shiver as you hopped out.
You slowly downstairs, careful not to make any noise, extra cautious on the stairs. In your own home, you'd probably have had to watch out for a creaky floorboard here and there. That wasn't the case at the Kims, you quickly realized. Everything up to pristine shape. You attributed to the attentiveness of the patriarch of the house, Mr. Kim Namjoon.
Despite your boyfriend's beliefs, his house was not at all easy to navigate, and you had been here only a handful of times. Which led you to fumble around until you were stood right in front of the only light on in the house.
"Yn? What are you doing up?" Kim Namjoon took off his reading glasses, shuffling papers around on his desk.
"I—," you stutter, drawing a blank after seeing him look at you like that. More than your boyfriend, his father always amazed you. Not at all arrogant or spoiled, like his wife or son. He was raised humbly, and pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth and an automatic gold path everywhere he walked. He was a self-made businessman, one of the richest. And he did it all on his own. You couldn't help but compare his son to his father, think about how far the apple had fallen from the tree.
Not to mention how sinfully hot he was. You still remember the first time you were introduced to him, once his mousy wife had moved out of the way. Big hand outstretched and a soft grin on his face as he welcomed you into their home. Glasses perched on his face making him look his age. But you could still make out a ripple of muscles underneath his prim business suit, muscles straining the fabric, threads barely holding it together. You were barely holding it together at the sight of him every time you saw him again, stumbling over your words and avoiding his piercing gaze.
But you saw the way he looked at you. You felt the tension, the magnetic pull to him. The secret glances he would steal when he thought no one noticed. He was a man after all, and he appreciated a nice ass no matter what. Even if you happened to be his son's girlfriend.
"Just getting water, Mr. Kim. Sorry to interrupt," you squeaked, jumping up to back out of the room.
"Just a minute, yn—," he flashed you that beautiful smile.
And next thing you knew, you were bent over his desk as he rammed his cock into your pussy ruthlessly. He never did anything just halfway, you could feel that notion in your guts. This is it, exactly what you wanted.
"Bending over for daddy," he cooed, landing a harsh slap to your ass, "Making daddy feel so good with this tight pussy. Such a sweet girl."
All you could do was whimper and slobber all over his desk, crying out when he pushed you down further. "Shh," he slapped his palm over your mouth, "You don't want Gaeul hearing you fuck his old man, do you?"
"Please," your voice was muffled as you pushed back onto him desperately, trying to stimulate your orgasm. "Please, Mr. Kim. I haven't cum in so long."
His hand wrapped around your body, finding the sensitive bud with his large hand. You never knew someone so externally gentle could have such rough hands. "Little prick not takin' care of you right?" He tilted your head to look at him, his heart softening with the pouty eyes you gave him as you pitifully shook your head no.
"Don't worry," the desk was starting to shake from the impact of his pace, tears welling as he bounced you on his cock. "Daddy's gotcha."
I neeed DILF Joon and Jin for reasons that don’t need to be specified. And as much as I don’t think Jin or joon have breeding kinks like Tae or even slightly like Kook, they just scream wife/marriage kink and pregnancy kinks to me.
Like I imagine joon just gets hard whenever someone calls her mrs.Kim and Jin loves when you fill out from pregnancy and he probably starts to lose his shit when the baby weight is coming off so he just fucking gets her pregnant again.
lorrrrdddddd this is so spot on !! i deff feel like joonie would be so into being called her husband nd just doing domestic shit like grocery shopping nd would just be beaming when yall pull up bc you look like a family or when you fill out a form and check married he'd just be all dimple smiles
seokjin!!!! perfect hubbie material omg jinnie is such a laid back dude but that man would love the idea of you carrying his children . we know hes a little traditional so hed love that aspect of domicticity nd family and would just show your pregnant body off wherever you go . he'd also probably be the most attentive and cook u whatever u craved nd tell your baby bump dad jokes 🥺
Summary: Jungkook really, really wants to show you how deeply in love with you he is.
pairing: dilf!Jungkook x female reader
rating: 18+
genre: established relationship; so much fluff woah, smut
warnings: domesticity <3, married couple, pierced and tattooed jk, the green vlive pajama, cute banter, mention of a c-section, their cute daughter whom he loves to bits, they joke around and jk is sO CUTE; explicit sexual content: oral (m.), fingering, dom!jk, big dick!jk, kissing, biting, marking, praising, soft sex turning rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, impreg kink?, sweet nicknames (baby, princess, angel…), unprotected sex (reader on pill etc.), he likes her brattiness; … they’re very much in love
word count: 3.7k
a/n: yeah, here’s the 38742th dilf!jk fic since that live, but i kinda went all domestic instead of focusing on the pjs 🙄 semi-edited with a low quality banner, but i hope you guys still enjoy :D <3
MASTERLIST | WIPs
“Okay, baby. High five first?”
When you stepped out of the shower a moment ago, you could already hear Jungkook’s voice chime from Jinha’s room, quiet and soft and everloving. Your husband always had this strange habit of presenting himself stronger and colder than he had to with you, and you always poked fun at him for it.
But the moment he first laid eyes on your little girl, screaming from the top of her lungs and hands clenched into tiny fists, all armour fell off his body. You think you can still remember the way he melted, eyes cracking and tears falling, vulnerable like you hadn’t ever seen him before.
You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue… You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay…
pairing; min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings; holiday/christmas au, exes au, tame(?) angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of masturbation
words; 15,405
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⤑ Part of the ‘A Very, Merry Fic-mas!’ collab with @lamourche, @kpopfanfictrash, @kittae, @underthejoon, @hobidreams and @winetae 🎄
synopsis: seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.
pairing: ot7 x reader
genre: smut // pwp
updates: thursdays or fridays.
status: completed
A/N: this is based on each episode of in the soop, focused around a certain member with each update, but they’re all in each part. send an ask to be tagged!
You smiled softly as Yoongi walked into the apartment, dropping his rucksack to the floor as he walked into the living room. His eyes immediately fell on you as you laid out across the sofa, walking across to join you, lifting your legs up so he could sit, before placing them in his lap.
As he looked around the room, his eyes were drawn to a book on the coffee table, reaching across to pick it up, Yoongi was instantly left intrigued by the title on the front page.
“Are you looking to enrol somewhere?” He asked, turning the book around so that you could see it before beginning to flick through the pages for himself. Your head nodded, taking him by surprise as he looked further into the book.
It was only an old prospectus that you had picked up on your way to grab some bits from the store, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the number of courses that the local college offered, hoping that one would catch your attention.
“How come?” Yoongi questioned, placing the book back on the coffee table, “I thought you were enjoying your job at the moment, or has something happened that I don’t know about?”
“I can’t spend my whole life working there Yoongi, I need to do something more.”
He smiled softly, the pain and frustration were clear in your voice. You’d spent a good couple of years at your job, and you loved it, but it wasn’t somewhere that you saw yourself long-term, in fact, you had no idea where you saw yourself long-term.
“How long have you been thinking about changing jobs then?” He then asked, trying not to sound too offended that the subject was one you hadn’t spoken to him about before.
You sighed softly as you felt his eyes studying over you. “I want to do something, I want to finally figure out the direction I want my life to go in, and this could help me.”
“I had no idea that you weren’t happy with how your life was going, you should have said.”
Whilst others around you, even when you were young, seemed to have their paths set out, that simply never happened for you. Since you left school, you didn’t really know where to go, your job was luck, but one thing you knew for certain was that it wasn’t forever.
Watching Yoongi’s life continue to lead him down incredible paths was the final straw that you needed to decide that you needed to do the same for your life too. Just because the right thing hadn’t come about just yet, you hoped that enrolling at the college would give you the chance to find the way out of the hole that you currently found yourself in.
“If this is what you want to do, then I’ll support you all the way,” Yoongi quickly assured.
Your head nodded appreciatively back at him, I’ve spent too long not being able to decide where I want to go in my life, this could be something really good for me.”
“Why don’t we have a look through it together tonight?” Yoongi offered, keen to help you as much as he possibly could. “We can take our time and read up about all of the courses and decide if there’s any that suit you or perhaps even aspire you.”
As your smile softened, Yoongi could tell exactly what your response was, resting his hands over your legs to let you know that he understood exactly how you were feeling.
Whilst you always knew that you had Yoongi’s backing in everything that you did, seeing how willing he was to help you out with this left you in awe. He never made you feel bad for feeling lost, all he ever wanted to do was help you feel found again.
“I was thinking about looking at something creative,” you began to tell him, “you’re always the one that keeps telling me that my mind is too arty to be ignored.”
In an instant, his smile widened with excitement, “that’s because you don’t realise how talented you are, a college lecturer might be the perfect person to give you the platform that you need.”
You’d always known that you had a bit of a spark when it came to your hobbies, but that was all they ever were to you. You never imagined that someone would find something in them, especially so when there were thousands of other people like you around the world.
But Yoongi saw something different in you, and he knew that many other people would too if you just gave them the chance to see how talented you were. “Whatever you need if you decide to do this, I’ll help you.”
“I want to do this for myself,” you smiled back at him, “for too long I’ve relied on you whilst barely being able to make my wages last the month.”
“But this is huge for you, I don’t want you to miss out on anything.”
“I know,” you mused, making sure that he knew how thankful you were for him, “but I don’t want people thinking I’m doing this because of you. If I’m going to go there and learn, then it’s something that I need to do off the back of my own hard work.”
His hand pinched gently against your leg, bringing a smile to your face. “If that’s what you want to do, then I’m more than happy to stand back.”
“Don’t think I don’t appreciate your support, because I do,” you quickly assured him.
Yoongi’s head nodded in reply, of course, he understood why you wanted to stand on your own two feet. He felt the exact same way all those years ago when he auditioned for BigHit, and now it was your turn to do exactly the same.
Your eyes flickered slowly from Yoongi, across to the prospectus on the table. “What if they don’t have a course that suits me at this place, then what do I do?”
“We find another,” he replied, only for your eyebrows to raise. “Alright, then you find another, but I’ll still be encouraging you from behind.”
“Something about this feels good, I don’t want to be let down once again.”
Seeing you inspired was rare for Yoongi, but with such dedication in your eyes, he knew this time it was your moment to find your feet. He’d unknowingly watched you suffer for too long in silence to let you give up this time around.
“Everything will fall into place, you just wait and see,” he encouraged, allowing his smile to grow, “you’ve watched everyone else find their paths, now it’s your turn.”
“I sure hope so,” you acknowledged, throwing your head back against the arm of the sofa, “I just want to be happy and find my calling, I want to do what I want to do in life.”
“You’re already so set out on what you want to do, it’s inevitable that success will come of this, all you’ve got to do is believe in yourself and believe in how talented you are.”
As ever, you kept Yoongi’s advice close to your heart, knowing that you had to back yourself in order to make this work. You didn’t want to fall behind anymore, you didn’t want to be lost, you wanted to find where you fitted in in life.
“You can do it,” he whispered, “I believe in you, always.”
Pride month starts tomorrow so I just want to remind you that if you don’t support BLM and are complaining about ‘riots’ you are not allowed to celebrate pride month! The birth of pride was the Stonewall RIOTS, rebellion against police violence by black and brown women. There is no gay liberation without black lives. There is no trans liberation without black lives.
