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Best Friends Don't Do This || Park Jimin

Bestfriends Don’t Do This || Park Jimin 

 Words: 2,159 (fuuuuuuck)

 Genre: SMUT 

 A/N: oh my god I’m back at it someone stop me someone send me Jesus bc I need it. I am trashhhh. Anyway, lol, requests are open! Send us some of your deepest desires and we will get to it! ^.^

 -admin courtneycat


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 Spending time at Jimin’s always meant something would go down that night. Whether that would be a movie night, a sleepover with lots of icecream and snacks, or random bruises from mini fights you two would have. Jimin is your bestfriend, has been since you guys were just ten years old. You’ve seen everything about him- from the bad to the good. Bad hair cuts and breakups, to movie nights and prom dates. Now, sitting at the early ages of twenty, you guys both are realizing the differences between then and now.

 A piece of popcorn was thrown at your face, hitting you dead smack in the middle of your forehead. Jimin giggled at your cross eyed glare you had given him.

 “Excuse you, sir, could you fucking not?” He only laughed harder. The Captain America movie was no longer being paid attention to, as it only seemed to turn into background noises.

 “It’s movie night ma'am, get off your damn phone! This is our tiiiiiiiiiimeeee,” he wailed at you, throwing another piece of popcorn at you. His missed this time. Glaring at him, you threw a Twizzler at him. Though not at his beautiful face- wait, what? Shaking your head from that bizarre thought, you messaged your friend to stop bothering you- that you were with Jimin. She messaged you a few dirty emojis back. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone and placed it on the cushion next to you.

 “Sorry, Y/F/N is messaging me weird shit,” you told him. His eyes scrunched up and a smirk took over his lips.

 “What kind of weird shit? Tell meeee!” He demanded. You shook your head, “Nuh-uh! Not telling. Just weird stuff you don’t need to know, trust me,” you laughed it off. You curled yourself into the couch more, resting your feet onto Jimin’s lap. He made a face at you again, but ignored it, paying attention to the movie finally. Poor Chris Evans. 

 The room felt quiet. Which was extremely odd because Jimin is almost always making some sort of noise- humming, singing, muttering, snoring, and lets not forget… yelling. Yes. The amount of times Taehyung has come over during our friendship nights is astounding. And whenever he does come over it’s constant noise times five because Taehyung. Yes, you probably understand.

 Taking a peek over at Jimin, you see that his eyes are focused on the movie. You mentally shrug and continue to watch the movie. Suddenly, he grabs your feet and tugs you down the couch. You let out a squeak of surprise and grab onto the side cushion for dear life. 

 “What are you doing, asswipe?!” You screech out at him. He only smirks and climbs on top of you. Sitting on your legs and pinning your arms to the couch. He then grabs at your phone, making your eyes widen in fear. Shit.

 “No no no no no! Hey, put that down!” You yell at him. You knew he was going to find those text messages. Your friend is extremely dirty and you guys would talk about interesting topics. By interesting topics, you mean sex. And by sex, your topic of the day was thigh riding. And somehow your friend had mentioned Jimin’s thighs and you had somehow agreed that he had nice thighs. And now here you are. Being encased by said thighs and you couldn’t help but quickly glance at them… because he was coincidentally wearing shorts. 

 Jimin only smirked as he clicked the home screen button. The lock screen showed the selfie of you and Jimin at the carnival from the last time you guys were hanging out. Thank god you had a passcode on it. “Hah! That’s right, so get off me ya lard butt-” you started but,

 “Hahaha!” Jimin had figured out the passcode, “now let’s take a look at those messages.. mhmm…ah! Y/F/N..” he muttered.

 “Please no, please I’ll do anything! Just give me my phone back! Please!” You begged out. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at you underneath him. Your hair was sprawled out around your head and in your face a little. Your eyes looked at him as you chest heaved up and down because this whole time you have been fighting and struggling to get loose from his grasp. What you didn’t know is that Jimin liked this. You beneath him, sweating, begging. Yes, he liked you. And he definitely knew what those texts were about.

 Still smirking at you, he locked your phone and tossed it to the ground. You looked at him and noticed something much different about him, yet you couldn’t tell. He let go of your arms and slowly trailed his hands down them, and to your back. His trail left what seemed to be fire as your back arched by itself. Jimin then lifted the top half of you up and soon enough you were face to face.

 “Uhm, uh thanks. For-for ya know. Uh not looking at the messages,” you stuttered out. He nodded in acknowledgement, but his hands never budged, but to be honest, you didn’t want them to move. You almost whined when you felt his right hand move up to the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes looked into his. What was he doing? And why weren’t you stopping this?

 “You’ll do anything? Anything for me?” He asked you. Too caught up in the moment and paralyzed from his touch, you just nodded back at him. He softly chuckled and went with his gut for the first time in a while. He lowered his face close to yours and instead of backing out, you closed your eyes and just went for it.

 Soon enough, his luscious lips were attached to yours. Your mind went blank and nothing around you seemed important to you anymore. Not the movie, not the time and definitely not your phone. You cupped your hand to his cheek and shimmied closer to him. He dipped you back down to the couch and lowered himself down with you, lips never detaching. Holy hell you were kissing your best friend and you liked it. You liked it a lot. 

 You two separated for the briefest of moments and looked at each other. You were both breathing heavily and as you looked back down at his lips and back to his eyes, he reattached his lips to yours again. You were in heaven. And he thought the same. He slipped his tongue out and ran it against your bottom lip. Moaning, you parted your lips and let his tongue in. Never in your life have you ever thought about French kissing Jimin in his apartment. 

 Too caught up in the moment again, you gasped as Jimin flipped you around. This time he was underneath you and you groaned at all the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind. Jimin’s hands trailed down to your waist and quickly pulled your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. A low moan rippled though the back of his throat and you could feel the heat pool in your stomach. His hands attached themselves to your breasts and massaged them, casually tweaking at the perky buds. You were a mess at this point.

 “Ah, Jimin, I think, oh god, I think you’re wearing too much,” you moaned out. You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint. He pulled the t-shirt off. You didn’t holy your moan in at all when you saw his upper half. Dear god, you ran your hands down his tanned skin and lowered yourself down to kiss his torso. 

 “Fuck, baby,” Jimin moaned out. His hands moved down to your waist and rubbed his hands around. As you began to suck small little marks onto his collarbones and neck, he lifted you up off him.

 “Okay, baby. You said you’d do anything, right? You can’t go back,” he told you. You didn’t care at this point. You nodded. He could get you to do anything and you would care. He propped himself up on the side cushion and smirked.

 “Ride my thigh, baby.” He patted his thigh. You just blinked. So he did read the messages. Fuck. But looking at his thigh, you threw all caution to the wind and straddled him. His smirk got wider and his hands gripped you hard against him.

 “You ready, pretty girl?” He asked you. All these pet names got you off and you were more than ready for this. Nodding, you bent down and kissed him again. His hands moved your lower half back and forth, the rocking motion sending your mind into overdrive. The amount of pleasure you were received was insane.

 If Jimin were to be honest right now, the vision of you, getting yourself off only by the sheer friction of his thigh, could have him cumming himself in no time. Your body glistened with sweat and mixed with his, and he thought that must have come second to things that make you incredibly hot. Just everything about you could get him off.

 “Oh, fuck, Jimin. Oh god, you’re so good,” you moaned out. His shorts would bundle up and run at your clit and send you into overdrive. Sure enough when you looked down, you notice the wetness that was slowly running along his thigh. Fuck was that a sight. You looked back at Jimin and notice his eyes were screwed shut. You decided to help him out a bit. Running your hands down his chest again, you let your hand trail into his shorts and grab his dick. His eyes shot open and stared into yours.

 “Oh baby girl,” he groaned out. You swiped the precum that gathered onto his tip and brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked. “Fuck,” he dragged out, flinging his head back as he moved you faster along his thigh. You squeaked out at the friction and nearly cummed right there. 

 You grabbed his length again and ran your hand up and down. The moans coming from him pushed you further to your orgasm and you tried moving even faster to help him reach his. One of his hands reached up and brought your face down and kissed you hard again. And just in seconds you were sent into oblivion as your orgasm ripped through you. Your sight blurred and gasps left your mouth. The sight of you jerking and gasping, pushed Jimin to the edge and right after you, he let go and white spurts spotted his chest and your hand.

 You collapsed onto his chest, not caring about his mess sticking all over the place, cause really- you left a mess on his leg anyway. Who cares right now. Breathing hard you managed to speak out, 

“Oh shit, Jimin. What the fuck… just happened?” His hand ran up and down your back as you leaned a bit back to look at him.

 “Something that should have happened a while ago, ahh,” he was now blushing and you couldn’t hold back the grin on your face, “this is so backwards but uh, do you wanna go on a date sometime?” You leaned your face back into the crook of his neck and gave him a peck. “I would love to,” you whispered into his skin. You could feel the shit eating grin on his face and he snuggled you closer to him. Resting there longer, you could almost fall asleep. 

That was until- 

 “Hey guys! Guess what Jungko- WHAT THE HECK GUYS. Did I come at a bad time- oh my god!” Shouted Taehyung. Jimin threw the nearest pillow at him.

 “Get the fuck out, Tae!” 

You heard the door slam back shut, loud yells of disgust still being shouted down the corridors. You couldn’t help chuckling a little as you knew that Taehyung will always be Taehyung in the end. Jimin shifted a bit underneath you and you looked down at him curiously. His face looked a worried.

 “Umm, I’m not so worried that my dick was hanging out for Tae to see, but uh, I got a second confession for you,” his voice was small and scratchy, but you just shrugged and let him continue, “okay, so this was kind of planned?” 

 “What does that mean? What do you mean plan, Park Jimin I will end you!” You started grabbing at his bare chest with your hands. 

 “No no no! It’s not what you think really! What I mean is is that Y/F/N was basically trying to get you to think about me like that because I told her that I liked you…” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed.

 “Park Jimin… I have liked you for a very long time,” you giggled a little, “uh, thanks for finally doing something. But, oh is Y/F/N is a dead man.”

Originally posted by nnochu

RULES: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours. When you are done, tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you.

Tagged by my little sunshine @reiiciel.

I tag @thesightlesssniper @eglentyne-mcqueen @kuronezushi @umiisa @lovemyciel @queenofsebaciel

Biggest fear: I’m Scoleciphobic so anything that resembles a worm

Current time: 1:25 PM

Drink you last had: Water

Everyday starts with: A glass of water (I’m usually parched every morning)

Favourite song at the moment: Angels by Within Temptation

Hometown: Wolvo, UK

In love with: Someone special, and SebaCiel lol

Jealous of: people who actually enjoys college like @reiiciel‘s brother :(

Killed someone: None.. thus far.. :D

Last time you cried: WHEN AGNI DIED

Middle name: Leigh

Siblings: One older sister and a younger brother

One wish: For me to earn my degree whilst somehow retaining my sanity

Person you last text/called: One of my groupmates

Questions you’re always asked: “Are you sure you’re not 15?” and “Why are you always so sodding happy?”

Reason to smile: I’m basically Lizzy Midford so you should probably get the point

Song last sung: Thank you for my love- VIXX

Time you woke up: 6:00 AM per usual

Worst habits: PROCRASTINATIONNNNNNNNNN

X-Ray you’ve had: quarterly overall check ups so i’m not sure

Favourite food: Anything sweet, preferably with strawberries

Zodiac sign: Pisces

anonymous asked:

True, couldn't think of the term for rotating handle, and didn't know about Merkel. Just a random thought

There are a lot of really neat guns out there that not a lot of people know about. It’s amazing what you can find with some digging. I’m pretty far down the rabbit hole and I’m learning about cool weird shit all the time.

anonymous asked:

Heyoo so um hows spider jack ~ and are you doing more for that fic or nah because I am like sooo invested ~ love it ❤❤❤

Spider Jack is still in the works a bit buuut… I guess I could just drabble a little something now. (Do excuse the mistakes!)
As for the fic though… I’m not sure which one you’re referring to. (I’ve written a lot of random stuff and I don’t super keep track. I do this for the fun of it.)

Here goes, Anon!

Plus, jennpy asked for this little idea awhile back too so I’ll play with it. XD

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“Change me back! Change me back now!”

Rhys held his hand over his mouth as the banana spider - now no bigger than his palm - stomped furiously with all of his feet against the defenseless morning glories. It didn’t provide much of an effect besides causing the flowers to wilt much to his distaste as the arachnid made for a quick escape by leaping onto his caretaker’s shorts.

Jack raised his head to eye the cybernetic man to find him suddenly laughing. The hybrid narrowed his eyes dangerously in response before scaling him underneath his uniform shirt. Rhys yelped with immediately dislike, keeping both arms suspended to keep himself from incidentally squashing the incensed insect.

“J-Jack! Cut it out! I-It’s not my fault you- argh! - got shrunk like- nngh!- th-this! AH!”

The Handsome Spider sprung out from atop Rhys’ collar before taking refuge at his shoulder.

“Oh really? And whose bright idea was it to add the shrooms to my habitat?”

Rhys narrowed his eyes back at the miniature arachnid but ended up smiling anyway. Jack was way too adorable in that form to seriously get mad at… unless he started biting.

“I… Okay, maybe it was a little bit my fault. I had no idea you’d eat them though…”

“I was bored. What did you expect?”

Tilting his head as he observed Jack further, he decided to take a chance in picking the little one up despite how the banana spider proceeded to hiss as Rhys’ robotic hand closed in.

“Are you kidding me, kiddo? Use the other one. You might malfunction and manage to actually crush me.”

“I… Fine,” Rhys conceded with a roll of his eyes before trading arms.

He hadn’t even moved his hand entirely to Jack when the specimen leapt with speed that left him a little uneasy. It seemed the best bet -not- to antagonize the tiny killing machine.

“You know I can’t let you just roam around like this…” Rhys reminded him whereas it was Jack’s turn to roll his eyes with indignant disbelief.

He crossed both pairs of his arms while turning around to show Rhys his bulbous yellow abdomen in a huff.

“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, pumpkin. I don’t need to be babied by my prey.”

“…”

Sensing Rhys’ sudden distaste for his comment, Jack slowly turned to make sure the silence was a bad one. Of course, Rhys wasn’t exactly thrilled to see the spider’s face break out into a manipulative grin.

“I mean… My very -pretty- prey that I would never -actually- devour unless it’s mating related,” Jack corrected with a waggle of his brows, as if that would fix everything, “Better?”

“…I guess. But that just sounded like you’ll eat me after we-”

“Semantics, pumpkin! Now are you going to help me get back to my normal size or what?”

This seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity for the caretaker as he held Jack carefully within his hand. When would he ever get to mess with the spider like this? And he was just so-

“Oh my god. Stop. Stop that face. Stop it now. I demand you wipe that stupid gooey look off your face!”

“But… Jack, you’re so -wittle-.”

“No! NO. We are getting me fixed, right now!”

“But you’re so cute like this!”

Jack readied a sharp hiss but felt it catch within his throat as it was replaced with a excited purr. Rhys had found his immense weak point by gently petting at his abdomen, something that was usually very difficult considering their usual size difference. But here, Rhys was able to get nearly the whole damn thing in a single petting motion.

“I said… You know what?” Jack sighed as he instead nestled himself within Rhys’ warm palm as he relished in the generous pampering, “Maybe… Maybe we can take a moment to relax. Collect our thoughts and what not. You know, calm down.”

“You sure? You seemed pretty set on-”

“Just be quiet and pet me!”

Rhys broke into a warm smile as he could definitely see Jack fading away into what would definitely be a restful nap.

“Sure, Jack. Just a short break. Then we’ll find a way to get you back to normal.”

“Yeah… You better.. cupcake… Zzz…”

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Ta-daaaah~!

Hope you guys enjoy it!

anonymous asked:

is it common for autistic people to not be able to tune out white noise?? i read an article about how people who have a lot of random noises as distractions can listen to white noise/rain generators/etc and the brain cancels the noise out because it's a consistent stimulation and that helps you focus (this obviously isn't verbatim but i can't remember exactly what was said), but that's never worked for me?

Yes! This is a part of auditory processing disorder.

- Mod Zoe

Dear Charlie,

I fucking hate myself. There it is, the honest truth.

Two or three months ago I told my mum that I think I have anxiety (little does she know I also have a crippling low self esteem, depression ya know all that fun stuff) and what did my loving mother do in response to my confession…

nothing.

She kept telling me she’ll get me some sort of help but she hasn’t and I don’t think she ever will.

In other news, my depression is coming back and it’s stronger than ever. It’s strange because it only seems to take effect when I’m alone. When I’m around people I’m usually fine but then I’m alone in my room and I just want the world to stop spinning.  

Do you ever fantasize about your own death Charlie? I’m sure you do. I don’t think that’s a weird thing to do but i think about it a lot. I think about a random picture of me on the screen as the students at my school file into chapel. I don’t know what picture they’d use. But in my head it’s a picture that doesn’t even exist. I’m just wearing a blue top. Anyway, my friends will have noticed that I’m not at school and they’re already assuming the worst as they all stare at my picture. Em and possibly Bar knows. I think Bar has always known whats wrong with me. As I have with her. The principle walks up to the chapel stand, lets out a small cough as he says.

“She killed herself”

Perhaps a dull silence would fill the room. Perhaps it breaks out into chatter, or sobs.

It ends there.

I’m just a little curious as to how they would react. I really would like to know. If I were to kill myself, the afterlife is probably just a big black nothingness. Or I’ll be in hell since suicide is a sin (on the off chance that there is a God)  

I don’t have the guts to kill myself. But I do think about it. A lot. Thank you for letting me rant Charlie.

Love Always,

AW

gsut  asked:

2&3 please :)

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Hmm… I’m not sure. I’ve written a lot of random tropes. One I’ve been thinking of writing for a while is an Assassin one though. Does that count? I did start it a while back, but scrapped it because I wasn’t happy with it - just waiting to get my WIP list down to come back to it, I suppose. 


Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

…Dragon mating season. Nopeeeeee. No. 


Thanks for the asks!

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what low empathy means: can’t relate to people’s emotions, not feeling sad/happy/excited etc when other people feel sad/happy/excited etc, having blunted emotional responses to people a lot, etc etc

what low empathy doesn’t mean: fighting with random people and then trying to excuse my behavior by saying I have low empathy, insulting people, being mean, wanting to see other people suffer and hurt aka Actual Abusive Behaviors

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