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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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34+35 | PJM

pairing: non-idol!park jimin x f.reader

summary: while cuddling in bed, jimin has an idea that captures your attention.

word count: ~2.1K

genre/warning: explicit smut, pwp, oral sex (f. and m. receiving and giving), unprotected sex (please protect yourselves irl), multiple orgasms, fingering, hand job, multiple sex positions (well just 2 but still), a tiny amount of fluff at the beginning and the end

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i’m laying down with jimin, as i have been every night for the past week and it’s been nothing short of heaven, well in the most sinful way.

tonight he came over a little before midnight and the only reason why he came over later than usual was because he went straight to the gym after work and lost track of time.

but damn did that work in my favor because tonight he was on a different level, in the best way possible.

so one round in and i’m here laying on his chest, laying in the dark with music playing softly in the background almost ready to ktfo.

when suddenly he starts rubbing my back a little too sensual for my liking. i tap his chest and he chuckles his deep chuckle that sends shivers down my spine.

“i have a thought” he states, caressing me in ways that only adds to my curiosity.

“do share” i say as i begin to rub his muscular chest. two can play this game, i think to myself.

he laughs nervously but he clears his throat.

“what if we had sex, 69 style?” he says and i can tell he’s both nervous but serious all at once.

i freeze at his question and i can tell he’s holding in his breath. but i panic because i’ve never done that before.

“okay, was that a stupid question? because we can totally pretend that i didn’t ask” he says, and i can tell he’s hesitant as he stops rubbing my arm.

“no, definitely not a stupid question jimin” i say, patting his chest. “i just never done that before, so it just threw me off guard” i admit expecting to be made fun of.

he’s quiet for a moment, deep in thought before he begins rubbing my arm again.

“well like i said, we can just pretend i didn’t ask,” he says before kissing me on the forehead, not wanting to push it any further.

and for a moment i do pretend that he didn’t ask. but then moments later it’s the only thing that i can think of.

and to his surprise, i lean into his body before i shift my weight until i’m straddling him, sitting up straight, staring at him. and for a quick second, i move my hips a little to tease him. he grunts as he realizes what’s unfolding before him and looks at me with a sinful stare.

“let’s do it” i say, rubbing my core to his growing erection, my hands rubbing his chest. his hands find purchase to my hips as if to guide me, but then i suddenly stop all movements.

“what?” he asks, now staring at me with a concerned look and i can’t help but tease him.

i lean so that i have access to his neck, kissing it ever so softly until i hear him moan.

“i need you to guide me, step by step” i say before gently nipping at his ear and continuing moving my hips.

“shit” he says, suddenly overwhelmed by everything going on all at once. i place one hand right by his other ear, before gently grabbing some of his hair right above the back of his neck.

“i’m really good at following directions” i whisper in his ear again before making marks on his neck.

“fuck, you’re so hot” jimin says, as his hands move from my waist up to my upper back. he carefully pushes me up so that we’re face to face. “you’re so fucking hot” he says and i can’t help but smirk.

“okay what’s step one?” i ask, using his huge chest to push myself up. he places both of his arms underneath my thighs before he reels me in, causing my hips to move up his body.

i carefully make my way up to his chest, right where his clavicles are when pins me down abruptly.

“this is step one” he says as he blows air into my core making me moan almost instantly. he then tells me to face the other way. i carefully changed positions, careful not to hurt him.

“damn” he says as he grabs both of my ass cheeks. “i can get used to this,” he says, smacking both cheeks playfully.

“okay, lift your hips for me and bend over forwards” he says, and i swear i could cum in this moment just by his voice.

but i obey him nonetheless while he carefully hooks his hands underneath me once again, slowly reeling me in.

“you’re so fucking perfect” he says as he uses his fingers to touch my throbbing core. “you’ll be the end of me, i swear” he says as he inserts one of his fingers in me. i moan, unprepared for this moment and my mind is drawing a blank.

“i’ll make you feel so good baby” he says and i can feel myself soaking wet. and then suddenly he inserts another finger, going in and out at a nice, steady pace. but then he stops.

“okay step two requires you to bend down a little more baby” he says as he tilts his head, adjusting the pillows behind him so that his head is resting at a certain angle.

he spreads my folds open with his other hand and his tongue finds its way onto my clit.

“oh shit” i say, overstimulated because his tongue feels so damn good.

he makes circles on my clit for a moment and i find myself already on the verge of my orgasm, when he stops suddenly.

“baby” he says and i can’t help but clench at his pet name for me, that he only uses in bed. and i’ve totally made peace with that.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he says as one of his hands makes its way to his dick, pumping it up and down. i can’t help but stop and stare.

“i’m sure i want to do this,” i say, moving his hand away from his dick while replacing his hand with mine.

“fuck” he says, forgetting about me momentarily.

“what’s step 4?” i ask teasingly, pumping him slower now to get a reaction from him.

he moves his hand away from his body as it makes its way on mine and i can’t help but moan from his touch. his hand makes its way back to my core once again and this time he goes straight to it, his fingers working its magic hitting all the right spots

“oh shit” i say when i feel his tongue on my clit. and out of nowhere he gently slaps my ass, reminding me of my task at hand.

i lower myself upper body onto his lower half, spitting on his length before slowly rubbing it, causing him to let out grunts that turn me on more than it should.

with my hand on the base of his length, i slowly take in just the tip of his dick as i lick around it, making him gasp and moan simultaneously.

and slowly i bob my head up and down, making sure to lick up his length in the process, and he can’t help but let out loud moans.

i tap his shin with my right hand and can’t help but smile knowing how much i’m distracting him from his own task.

we tease each other at first, going slowly but the more we put into it, the quicker our pace becomes.

we follow each other’s pace using both our mouths and hands and the room is no longer filled with soft music but instead loud moans from the both of us.

we’ve been at it for a couple of minutes when i feel my orgasm approaching and suddenly tell him to go faster, to which he quickly obliges. i come undone in a matter of seconds.

he allows me to ride my high without paying attention to him and i’m honestly ready to collapse on the bed.

but it’s as if he could read my mind because his hands finds its way to my thighs before gently tapping it.

“i can’t do this anymore,” he says, and for a quick second i begin to panic. was this not what he was expecting? was this too much?

“i need to feel you. i need to fuck you right now” he says with nothing but lust in his eyes.

he attempts to lift my body off of him, but instead i help myself off of him when he pushes me to the side of him before he adjusts himself so that he’s behind me.

he pushes me forward so that my chest is resting on the bed. my ass is up when he randomly smacks my ass. “i really can get used to this,” he says, massaging the area he had just smacked.

and for a quick second i feel nothing. i turn my head slowly to find him pumping his length, staring at my ass almost menacingly. i clear my throat and he immediately stares at me. i can’t help but giggle as he smirks at me.

but the mood intensifies when he suddenly brings his length to my core. he slowly starts rubbing the tip on my clit from behind me.

even though i’m sure i can’t handle it, i lose my patience and allow myself to sink onto his length, causing us both to moan in pleasure.

a handful of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’s were said as we adjust to each other’s bodies. his thrusts and pace are slow and steady, and it feels so damn good. i can feel every inch of him in me and i’ve never felt so satisfied.

“shit, i’m not gonna last” he says worriedly.

i reach for my clit from underneath me, in hopes of one more orgasm when he slips out of me, almost completely. but then out of nowhere he slaps my ass more aggressively this time and i can’t help but yell in both pain and pleasure.

he leans forward and reaches underneath me, replacing my hand with his as he rubs on my clit.

“ladies first” he says as his pace quickens. i can’t help but squirm and moan, wanting more. and it’s as if he knows what i need because he’s thrusting into me once again.

“oh shit” i say, feeling overstimulated by both his hand and dick. “i-i’m so close” i say, slurring my words together as i feel my second orgasm approaching.

he rubs my clit at an inhumane pace and i come undone for the second time tonight. i ride out my high with him barely moving but once he realizes that i’m finished, he grabs onto my hips with both hands.

“you’re fucking amazing baby” he says when he restarts his pace, starting slow and merciful to a quick and relentless pace in a matter of seconds.

he’s panting and thrusting deeper when suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls me up, making me rest on my elbows.

“you like that baby? you like when i go rough?” jimin asks, pulling my hair with more aggression. his pace is not as quick but still steady when he pulls on my hair again and all i can do is moan in reply.

“fuck” i say, feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“i’m gonna cum” he says not even a minute later. his thrusts now sloppy as he reaches his high and he moans out the sexiest moan i have ever heard.

we collapse on the bed laying on our backs, both staring up while trying to catch our breaths.

once he hears that my breathing is calm and normal, he reels me in so that i’m back to resting my head on his chest.

“that was amazing” i say, yawning almost immediately, feeling fucked out.

he’s quiet for a moment, deep in thought when he suddenly chuckles.

“what’s so funny?” i ask, lifting my head so i can clearly see his facial expression.

“do you know where i got the idea from?” he says, as he’s laughing more to himself than anything else.

“where do you get this brilliant idea from? i ask in a playful yet serious tone.

he kisses my forehead once again and looks up at the ceiling.

“ariana grande” he says sheepishly before rubbing my arm lazily.

i’m confused for a quick second when he answers the question in my head.

“34+35 played earlier and it led me down a very filthy path” he says before chuckling once again.

i can’t help but smile and i know that he felt it on his chest.

“shoutout to ari” i say, before yawning again.

“shout out to ari” he says and yawns.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #delulu army

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rebornologist · 15 days

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Hi! I absolutely adored the headcanons of gokudera with an s/so with chronic pains! I was wondering if ud be willing to write something for yamamoto with a best friend that is chronically ill? (Like has chronic fatigue and uses mobility aids sometimes,absolutely understandable if that is too specific tho)

Either way i wish you a wonderful day and hope ur pillow is always nice n cool! ✨

Oh sweet anon, I am #blessed by your wish for a nice comfy pillow ♡♡ I'm not too sure how I feel about these, bc I had to do my best to draw from experience with friends, but my heart goes out to all of my tired angels in chat

♡ Takeshi Yamamoto with a chronically ill best friend ✧

He always wants to help out however he can, to make sure his best friend is comfortable, and whenever they need a shoulder to lean on for any physical or emotional reassurance. He's the first person they can go to if they ever need a little assistance with a task that can be physically taxing, or even just someone to help them get from point A to point B in the case of a space having poor accessibility.

His mental health, especially in his youth, banked on how well he was able to perform athletically, so he can’t really imagine the emotional toll that it would take on someone to be exhausted and have to find ways to manage that in their day-to-day life. He had a hard time empathizing with their experience initially, but he does his best to try to attune to them when they share how they feel. It just takes some time to let the information absorb into his jock brain.

He initially gave some silly recommendations for how to nourish and energize, but found out that some of the foods that make him feel great actually cause flare ups for them or knock them on their ass. He has a habit of offering to share snacks whenever he has any, but isn’t phased when they decline. He’s curious what works for them and tends to ask what they found helpful in their daily life just because they function so differently from him, and he wants to be supportive however he can, including staying informed.

Takeshi tunes in to the energy level of a space and the people in it fairly well, despite his ditzy personality. He knows more than he lets on, and he learns to notice the small signs that his friend may need to sit or lie down. He really truly appreciates them showing up physically for his games because he knows that they may be about ready to just ktfo right there on the stands, but they still cheer for him and it definitely motivates him to push himself as well.

#khr #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #yamamoto takeshi #takeshi yamamoto

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sethnorth · 9 months

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#muscle #wrestling #pecs #ktfo

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theanticool · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on Charles vs Islam? Since we are so close I’d figure I’d ask again. I’ve gone back and forth on it and I feel we are gunna have to wait and see what actually happens because there is still a lot that remains to be seen. After listening to heavy hands and Charles being pinned down by other grapplers in the past gives me concern, though I feel as a grappler he’s improved since then. What do you think?

I had a whole thing I was going write for this fight. Took notes and everything, but life gets in the way of my MMA obsession so I’m going to dump it all here in your answer instead.

Charles’ guard is overrated, but only in the sense that EVERYONE’s guard is overrated in MMA. It just is not a winning position in this sport. If Islam gets Charles down and can keep him from instantly creating space to get up or sweep, he’s probably going to beat him up in that position. I don’t trust Oliveira’s gas tank. We’ve seen him wilt against big physical fighters before like Felder (granted, that was from Oliveira trying to push a ridiculous grappling pace on Felder but still) and dude fights like he has to be back in the locker room in like 5 minutes. Everything is a sprint with him, including his guard. So him throwing up armbars for like 3 minutes before Islam flattens him out and beats him down makes sense. And unlike against Poirier and Gaethje, the guard isn’t a rest area. If Makhachev hurts Oliveira in the clinch should they tie up or Oliveira falls down for whatever reason (KD, TD, tripped, etc), that’s not a rest position.

BUT my question for Makhachev is how many people have engaged him on their own terms? Guys like Hooker, Green, and Moises just willingly gave him the center of the cage because, ironically enough, they didn’t want to get taken down. That’s also how they all fight a lot of the time but still, Islam is from a camp that specializes in cage wrestling. They’re entire identity is based around putting opponents up against the cage or near there and getting them down and using the limited space to not let them back up. Against Tsarukyan, Islam didn’t really need to chase a target either because Tsarukyan was actively trying to outwrestle him. Drew Dober is a bit of a boxer-puncher but he’s never been a guy with any type of serious range tools. He’s been known to be takedown-able. The only person I can recall being the aggressor against Makhachev is Davi Ramos. Ramos is a great grappler that Makhachev didn’t bother trying to takedown. That was in part cause Ramos is a limited striker who relies on big explosive movement and Makhachev was picking him off as he charged in. But how much of that was Ramos just not giving Makhachev the read he wanted to push the wrestling? Oliveira probably doesn’t fare well on the ground against Makhachev for long stretches, but if Oliveira’s confidence in his wrestling/grappling carries him to be the aggressor on the feet? If it leads to him throwing sharp strikes from range like he was doing against Poirier and Gaethje that forces Makhachev back? Maybe he doesn’t need to be.

A few weeks ago I said Khabib was a better striker than Islam. Islam has certainly become better as a striker from the days he got KTFO by Adriano Martins. He’s cleaner with his technique. He has more variety, especially with the kicks. But I said what I said because Khabib’s striking had strategic variety rather than weapon variety. It wasn’t always pretty or fluid, but Khabib’s offense was always able to engage an opponent on multiple levels. He’d be able to get an opponent to commit to a jab or paw out with his striking/feints before ducking under that lead hand to turn it to a takedown. He was able to take aggressive opponents and tie them up. He was able to use the threat of the level change to get his strikes off. He had a nice stiff jab that he was able to angle off of to take breaks slow the pace of fights down so he could gather his energy back after high paced rounds. I just haven’t seen that level of craft put into Makhachev’s game, in part cause he’s been fighting guys who are willing to give him all the positions he wants in the poor assumption that they will be safe from his wrestling there. It’s not really a knock on Islam but it’s a big question that is hanging over his head imo.

The smart money in this fight is on Makhachev. Oliveira is 100% capable of self sabotaging. I could totally see Do Bronx deciding “No, I’m the wrestler here” and then getting guillotined or being snapped down and getting his back taken. But I think I’m picking Oliveira by TKO. Sure we’ve seen Oliveira’s grappling wither under big wrestlers before but we’ve also seen Makhachev get KTFO. The man isn’t indestructible like Khabib was (Dude’s chin carried him through some stuff). If Islam was a slightly bigger or more active puncher, I’d probably pick him outright to be honest.

#I had to write this twice so this is the slimmed down version #thanks tumblr #UFC280 #Charles Oliveira #Islam Makhachev

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georgecunt · 9 months

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dream is ktfo after george rode him within an inch of his life

george had the drondom on his mind so easily

#eras.ask

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crossbackpoke-check · 1 year

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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

#liv in the replies #every time you send me a message i do the thing where i’ve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency #FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattle’s goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebody’s guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let #u break my HEART i truly don’t think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc that’s what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream #the players’ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it #SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylan’s first boyfriend zach werenski #i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someone’s name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak #more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of #willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has #fallen through you part of it but there’s a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened #will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know it’s embarrassing i’m asking for it :: easy to write about light #like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things #you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready he’ll come drink it & instead #you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but you’ve learned to drink it anyway #okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDN’T EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i can’t stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already #a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narratives™️ i heard maude latour’s song ‘one more weekend’ & went hahaha isn’t that #a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isn’t that a fun little umich boy #going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes #umich scholars please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong on any points i can’t remember anything presently about anything #also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what you’re talking about is making me %^•*]+£’ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan… all of my journeymen… we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and #the chrysalis and the caterpillar

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