i could scream guys

@ 1d LISTEN!! okay so after you guys have all released your solo stuff you’re going on tour TOGETHER… yes i know that’s a but confusing bur listen. the first hour is gonna be all about the solo projects y’all gonna get 15 mins each to sing your solo stuff and make the fans go nuts, you guys are basically your own opening act. The fans can swoon during this town, jump during just hold on, bop on liam’s music and dance to harry’s

AFTER THAT you gonna give the fans the MITAM tour and we can all cry together while you guys sing if i could fly and scream during never enough and jam to all the classics…. like pls consider this.. pls pls pls

Unbound: A Nessian Fic

Rating: T (eventual E) 

Summary:  It’s been weeks since Nesta arrived at the Night Court and she’s still not used to her new body. Or Cassian’s constant presence as he trains her and Elain. She knows she has to face him, face what she’s become, but it’s easier to pretend there’s nothing going on. After all, he’s still healing too. The Cauldron rendered Nesta and left a piece of itself in her, ruthless and destructive. This is the story of how Nesta put herself together again

This fic has been… months in the making and I’m so excited to finally share it! ETERNAL GRATITUDE to @cuddles-and-chocolate-cake for reading even in its earliest stages, Kaya ( @blackbeak) for screaming with me, reading this at work (I see you Kaya), and MAKING THE LOVELY CHAPTER GRAPHICS, and finally to Lauren (@highfaelucien) for fly handing this before she even knew what it entailed and always being willing to write together
This fic wouldn’t be anything without all of your help!!

Without further ado…

Nesta eyed the Illyrian before her with distaste as he crossed the training yard, barking a quick order at his troops spread in erect lines before him.  Shivering, she rubbed at her arms in the brisk cold of winter still gripping the Illyrian Steppes. The attempt to warm up wouldn’t do anything, it never did.

She and Elain had already been in the Illyrian camp a few weeks while Cassian balanced training his troops with training the two of them and it’d been the longest few weeks of her life.  The hut–for lack of a better word–that she and Elain shared was, while admittedly in slightly better taste than the cottage they’d wasted away in, rustic at best and seemed to leak cold through the walls.

To say nothing of the fact that she had no interest in learning how to control anything rolling about inside her, even as Elain tried her best to follow Cassian’s lessons. Let her power destroy herself for all she cared, it didn’t matter anymore anyway, not with the days melting into each other and Feyre still gone.  They didn’t belong in their home back across the wall any more than Feyre had when she’d shown up on their doorstep. Here was no better. A place to reside until they found somewhere more permanent.

Mor had tried to calm them that first night back, when she’d winnowed them into an unfamiliar house in their dripping nightgowns.  The fae word, as clunky and awkward in her mouth as they were in her mind, had her cursing herself for beginning to integrate herself in their world. Theirs , not hers. Just because she could snap a man’s neck without lifting a finger and her ears came to soft points didn’t mean that she’d ever be one of them.

Rhysand had tried to help, later, after they were dried and changed. He’d attempted to make them comfortable in all their states of discomfort, mental and physical, but they hadn’t seen much of him since.

Not with all he was apparently busy with, readying his court for war.  He’d placed Cassian in complete charge of their training, much to Nesta’s chagrin.  Elain didn’t seem to mind his presence too terribly, even enjoying herself and the magic she could conjure up, but Nesta…

Cassian pushed her–pushed them both–with whatever means necessary, baiting her with barbed words that seemed to stick in her gut more than Rhysand’s ever did.  His approach with Elain was admittedly more tame, bordering on firm instead of antagonistic. She could at least hold him to that, but that didn’t mean she liked him.

The commander’s patience with her sister, however, seemed to be the one redeeming quality in a vast sea of annoyances.

So far there had only been one morning when she’d almost let her sympathy get the better of her, she’d arrived slightly early to the training yard and had seen him with his hand braced on the stone wall, wings quivering. They’d been bandaged for the first week in the Illyrian camp, wrapped tightly in cloth and the first morning he’d shown up with them bare… Her gut had wrenched at the sight of them, all silvery scarred and paper thin, smothered in some sort of salve.  But when she’d announced her presence, he’d only righted quickly, frowning, and growled that “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare.”

[Read the rest on Ao3]

~show recommendations with snowkatze~

If you want to watch something really funny and also ridiculous with terrible characters, watch Scream Queen

If you want to watch something charmingly adorable, like a ridiculously cute family drama with great characters that make you feel really warm and fuzzy, watch This Is Us (plus it has Milo Ventimiglia and his character is asfhklsk)

What I liked about 12x10

(first notes after watching)

In short: EVERYTHING!!!!

Alicia Witt/Lily Sunder: Such an amazing new character. It’s always interesting to see writers create a whole biography and a layered character and bring them to life in such a short time. Steve Yockey has more than proven his talent for that with 12x06 and it shows in this ep, too. All the side characters were fantastic and the casting was spot on but Lily really stood out. Alicia Witt, whom I adore since Justified, did a fantastic job. I hope to see her again.

Angels: All the throwbacks and allusions to early angel storylines and the questions we had about them, most of all of course Cas’ past. What I found astounding was the Benjamin being “special friends” with his vessel thing – I could hear the DCJ guys screaming!!! Super interesting idea and so fanfic-y;-) The interactions between Cas and the angels were all very well done and I like that they took time to point out Cas’ status as the fallen one “in love with humanity” from different perspectives. Speaking of that: “How can anyone know them and not LOVE them?” Thank you, Mr. Yockey, for using that very specific term again.

Dean and Cas: I enjoyed their fight a lot. One of my favorite things about the whole ep was Cas’ sass and the fact that he didn’t back down. “”You know what I like about Benjamin? He’s sarcastic but he’s thoughtful and appreciative too” #soooo married. Also: “If I plan to do anything stupid I let you know” – that’s the warrior, leading armies into battle, insubordinate Cas I love!!. If Dean and Sam have the right to do stupid things to save their family and Cas IS family, then he’s got the fucking right to be stupid, too. He finally has the confidence to say that to their faces! And Dean’s, grouchy and pissed at the beginning, has come so far too when he tried to explain why he’s pissed in the end instead of leaving it to fester. It felt like a believable but completely new dynamic between them and I loved every second of it. And the shoulder touch!!! Also: THE FEMALE VESSEL WAS REALLY A THING!!!! I still had doubts they’d pull it off. There’s only one thing that would have made this even more perfect – Dean and Cas talking about it

The revenge Story/Nephilim: The most powerful scenes for me were the ones when TFW discussed Lily Sunder and the nephil case. Cas asking if he deserves to die for his mistake, “she won’t quit, would you?” and later on, Sam reminding them that they are about to kill a child, nephil or not – I had a bad feeling about this whole story line and I appreciate that they finally address the severe problems it causes.

Cinematography: I really liked the fight scenes which had some unique shots and angles. And I’m glad they kept the burnt wings (even if it doesn’t make sense) because it looks so cool.

Bonus points: great story twist – I didn’t see Isham’s deceit coming+++again with the romantic tropes: Cas has to decide between his “people” and “his human weakness” - and seconds later Dean has to decide if he will hurt Cas to save his own life… no homo and all that+++Cas looking mighty fine with all that blood+++Dean looking mighty fine period+++SHOULDER TOUCH (I might have mentioned it before)

Questions: Can someone explain how prayers work atm? Because Cas could hear Benjamin and picked up on Lily’s invocation, so why didn’t it work with Sam and Dean?

Ways to make sure Mem never sleeps again: wake her up by convincing her something was crawling over her, followed by ten minutes of noises, followed by finally finding a massive cockroach in my bed and crawling over the wall.

hey this is gonna be kinda….. lame n might sound weir d but …. can u leave @/taeyong-dot-com sweet messages in her inbox………. please please !!

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Happy Valentine’s day dear followers! Hope u all get a punky funky love ^-^
Dedicated specially to the birthday girl lissy-aquarius 

Four Step Plan

Prompt: Can you please write a Minho smut where him & the reader are runners and he can’t keep his hands off of her while they should be memorizing the maze. Please and thank you! Your work is amazing!

Love love love this prompt. I hope you love the story to go with it!

One foot in front of the other across the rough sand path, the crunching sound of every step acting as a tempo for your breaths to flow from your panting mouth. You ran through the shadows, the high walls of the maze restricting all the sunlight. “Left.” He breathed. He ran close to your left, murmuring each bend in your path seconds before the turn. Today was different though, his fidgeting slowed your collective pace and his head glanced towards you far more often than it should. “Y/N” He panted.

“Don’t talk.” It was a rule in the maze. Talking wastes oxygen and should be kept to a minimum.  He knows the rules, he goddamn wrote them. You were moving closer to a flat wall, each step rippling up your legs which still felt light and springy. Left or right?!

“Left.” Louder this time. Round the bend you turned -him falling behind just slightly- his breath audible over yours. This wasn’t normal, Minho owned the maze. You turned your head to face him, still running straight but at a marginally reduced pace. His hair was bouncing with each step, a thin layer of sweat on his brow from the heat of the catacombs. He was looking at you. 

“What’s up with you today?” You panted, falling back a little bit next to him.

He looked away. “Don’t talk.” He swallowed harshly, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

After a quick glance forwards, you straightened your path and reached out, stroking his curling, bare bicep. “Minho.” You pushed louder, starting to feel a little discomfort in your thighs from the strain of the run. It was still early though, still a few hours before you could settle in the Glade. Even better, the short route of today meant you might even get a few hours in the sunshine if you kept a good pace. “I need you to be good today, what’s up babe?”

“Right.” You dodged the wall at the last minute, your heels digging into the dirt to slow you, hand tapping the cool smoothness of the wall before you took off alongside it. “Stop.” He caught you around the stomach, already stationary.

You stood back on your own feet, peeling the thin tank from the stomach skin he’d just pressed it against. “We don’t stop.” You said confused, rocking on your heels. “Can you remember where to run?”

Minho nodded standing a few inches from you, and easily half a foot higher. His hands were locked on his hips, his eyes looking to either side- anywhere but at you.

You took his hand and set into a jog, earning no resistance. “Tell me while we run. What is it?” You breathed, letting go of his hand when he ran at your shoulder. His hands however, wouldn’t stop moving, first wiping the sweat with the strips of leather tied at his wrist, then pushing his hair back from his forehead.

“I’m just a little distracted.” He smirked, finally matching your pace. Your silence widened his smirk, a quick glance encouraging him to continue, “Straight. Next left. No stop, just stop. Stop.” He grunted and grabbed your hand again, his heels grinding him to a stop.

You landed a little in front of him, hands still linked. “Come on, Minho. I want out of here!” You whined, rocking on your heels again.

“I’m sorry, just…” He glanced up at you, licking moisture back into his lips. “Look at yourself, did you do this deliberately?” Minho groaned, gesturing a little to your figure. Oh. It was hot today, a lot hotter than you were used to and that had left you to run in the coolest outfit you could find, just a pair of bootie shorts and a slick, thin tank. The tank was pretty wet now though. Pretty wet made the white just a little see-through. Oh.

You smiled a little, hands on your hips and embarrassed to meet his eyes. “Sorry. But I can’t fix it now. Let’s go.”

Minho rubbed his lip, moving a little closer and wrapping a lazy hand around your waist. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can’t help being so hot.” He pushed back, locking eyes with you until your back brushed up against the wall clumsily. Minho was biting down on his bottom lip, spare hand pressed against the wall to the side of your head, blocking your way forward in the maze. His jaw muscles tensed turning you on a little while you wrapped one hand around his neck, the other resting on his chest feeling his heartbeat underneath.

You pulled your hand closer until his forehead was pressed against yours. “Oh, sorry, Minho. It must have been so hard for you to run next to the girl you haven’t fucked in at least three weeks… But that’s not my fault is it?” You breathed into his mouth, lips scraping against his all the while his fingertips dug into your hips. “Maybe if you didn’t ignore me, I’d be a little more understanding.” You pushed him away from you lightly, but hard enough to put distance between you. “Now get me out of the maze.”

He grinned, Minho was never put off by the challenge- in fact it turned him on even more. “C’mon Y/N, I know you want me!” He raised his voice as you broke into a run again.

“If you want me, come catch me.” You shouted back, pushing on faster knowing there was no way you’d outrun him. Sure enough, he was at your flank as you turned the bend he’d directed you down.

He was back on his game, sprinting full pelt and keeping pace easily with you. Suddenly he cupped your ass, and gave it a hard squeeze. “C’mon Y/N. Think of how good I’ll make you shake.” The shock made you slow to a stop as he ran ahead then curved back around to face you, a boyish grin still etched in his face. “It’s been three weeks Y/N, there is no way you’re not horny as fuck.”

“Don’t swear.” You snapped, “And oh boy, you’re cocky if you think I’ve waited around for you.” Another challenge.

Minho bit his lip hard. God he was so turned on. “You have,” He stepped forwards, closing the gap between you and wrapped his arms around your waist backing you up against the wall again. “Because none of those guys could make you scream like I do.” He smirked, eyes locked on yours, dark hair cascading down his face.

“We can talk about this later.” You folded your arms to sit underneath your breasts and saw his eye-line fall just a few inches. “Not in the maze.” You clenched your jaw, trying to keep a straight face but his dirty talk made parts of you a little flustered. It had been a long three weeks.

“Y/N.” He moaned almost like it hurt, pressing your foreheads together. “You’re so hot right now with your hair tied back and please. Please, baby. I want you so badly right now.” He pushed your head to one side, lengthening your neck where he placed his lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy but if you let me make it up to you,” He bit down hard, eliciting a short gasp from your mouth. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He continued to dance his lips along the strip of fresh presented to him, slowly pulling his hands up to cup your breasts over your shirt. His huge hands covered them easy, but his thumbs pressed slow and hard straight over both nipples sending a shock wave straight to your clit. “But if you don’t want to..?” He pushed himself away and began walking down the corridor.

Back still against the wall, you watched his thick shoulders shift with each stride. You felt cold and empty, and desperate to feel the opposite way. “Minho.” You called. “Back.”

He was over you in two seconds, rough hands taking your own and dragging you down the  passage until you walked on your own. He fell into step next to you, fingers still entwined. “I can get us out of here in two minutes flat, we have at least five hours until sundown and no one is at the homestead. You know what that means? It means I’m going to apologize for being a terrible boyfriend.” You gave him a side-eyed glance to spur a link to those two statements, still walking fast but getting wetter by the second thinking about how much you missed being in his bed. “And to deliver that apology, I’m going to spell out every letter with my tongue against your clit.” Minho said nonchalantly. You thought your eyes were about to roll into your head, a grin stretching your face in anticipation of good things to come. A few moments passed and you were closer to the Glade, you could hear the shouts of the workers in the distance. He stepped behind you and halted your walking with an arm around your waist just as you turned the last bend to the Glade. You could see the boys on the other side of the field bent over by the crops, but you were in the shadows and would enter by the deadheads, making it a short trip to the homestead.

Minho brought you back to reality by pressing himself against your back, winding a hand down to cup your heat over your shorts. “And after that, well then I’m going to make you beg.” Minho pressed on your clit a little, making you arch up and press your ass harder against his crotch. “Then I’m going to make you moan.” He circled his hand slowly, causing the most delicious waves of pleasure to course through you. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his other hand locking you against him. Reserved, silent Minho who would only speak to the others when he deemed them worthy of his conversation. So unwilling to talk until you came along and got into his pants. “And then,” He whispered against your ear, “Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. But you’ll remember mine. You’ll scream it.” He bit your ear hard and took his hand from your clit. You moaned loudly as the cool air hit your throbbing centre. “Do your job. Run.” He slapped your ass hard and set you off, sprinting through the deadheads as fast as possible, the wetness between your legs working as a constant distraction. Minho was on your heels, and when you made the short sprint up to the homestead he took over and pushed the door open. “My room.” He whispered as if you’d go anywhere else.

He had one of the three singles in the homestead, the rest being shared bedrooms. You sprinted up the last few stairs as if you hadn’t been running this morning and found your way into his room, hearing the homestead door close and agonizingly slow footsteps headed upstairs. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your shorts had a very distinct wet patch seeped through the grey fabric and your shirt was essentially see-through. Definitely worthy of a distraction. You ran your hands up your body, feeling the sensation roll over skin that longed to be touched.

“Looks like someone started without me.” He said quietly, watching you from the doorway. You turned to meet his voice, smiling.

“It’s been a long time.” You replied, dropping your hands and taking slow, slow steps towards him.

He nodded, chewing his lip and shutting the door behind him. “I know. You know, you could have done something about it earlier.” Minho reached your waist, spinning you a half turn to face the mirror again. “This-” He ran both hands over your hips. “works. Sometimes I just need reminding.”

A short giggle escapes your lips as you trail your hand up behind you and wind it through the short hair around his neck. The anticipation was so sexy, so tangible in the room which smelled like him. You looked at yourself in the mirror, enjoying the view of him wrapped around you. His hand reached up and tugged the hair tie from your hair, letting it cascade around your face. You caught his eye. “Now, I think I want to get you naked.” He muttered.

You turned around to face him, then walked him back until he sat on the edge of his bed. “You know you’re like, really cocky.” You purred, unhooking the leather vest around his waist and pushing it down his shoulders.

Minho threw it across the room leaving him in just his button down. “It’s not cocky if I can back it up.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you to stand between his legs while your trembling fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt.

His fingers ran up and down your thighs before cupping your ass. He groaned a little, little lines creasing on his brow. “God your ass looked so good today. I’m so horny, baby.” When his shirt was unbuttoned and his tanned flesh on show, he muttered, “Y/N?”

Before you could reply he lifted you from your standing position and slammed your back against the soft mattress. Side by side and facing him, his hands drew you closer, running the length of your body before stroking your face. He hooked your leg around his hips, moving you closer until your foreheads were pressed together. “I missed you.” You sighed, tracing his cheekbones, neck and chest before pressing your lips together softly. It felt like the first kiss in forever, his soft lips locking and relocking with yours while hands caressed innocent body parts. It felt good, but not good enough. After a few moments you pushed yourself to straddle his hips, chests pressed together.

A soft groan escaped his lips as your crotches brushed against each other. Minho’s hips sliding up to meet your stationary ones. His hands pulled you closer, his tongue licking over your lips begging for entrance. Not yet. His moan was short and frustrated, “Please don’t tease me, Y/N.” Then one cold hand slipped under the seam of your tank, the shock eliciting gasp from you. Your lips crashed together, his tongue used sparingly to play with yours. You pulled back and bit his bottom lip, pulling it from him gently while your hips began rolling down over his.

Sitting up, you glared down at him, feeling his bulge twitch to action and grow a little. “Maybe I will tease you. Maybe I’ll make you wait just as long as you made me wait.” Your hand ran between your crotches, stroking over his package and earning a grin from him. “Maybe I’ll make you touch yourself every night for three weeks dreaming of my lips wrapped around you.”

Minho sat up quickly, arms wrapped around you and locking you to his crotch. His smile was so confident while his eyes wandered to your exposed cleavage. His hands rolled up your tank, peeling it from your skin until you pulled it over your head yourself, left only in your shorts, shoes and bra. He kissed the fresh skin at the top of your breasts. “I don’t think so.” He muttered before slamming you into the exact spot he had before and grinding himself between your legs.

You moaned and tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Off.” You whispered, kicking your own shoes off. Minho sat back on his heels and shrugged it down his shoulders, fully exposing his toned stomach and bulging shoulders. Your hand trailed down to your heat and stroked over the fabric there gently. He watched you for a minute, his face engrossed and turning you on even more.

Everything felt heightened, the small rolls of teasing pleasure your hand was giving felt like heaven, but your breasts still ached to be exposed and touched. “Minho.” You breathed. His hand was stroking himself over the fabric mimicking you. “Please give me something.”

He snapped out of his fantasy and lay over you, one hand keeping him hovering, the other pulling your leg around his hip. He kissed you, faster and harder than before, spare hand tracing around your bra. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking and biting to leave pretty bruises claiming you as his. Your gasps spurred him to move faster and he removed himself from your hips, pulling down your shorts as he went. His hands parted your legs once more and he left hot, wet kisses down both thighs.

You were so wet, the anticipation of him touching you there made your back arch off the bed. “Please Minho, please fuck me.”

His hand slapped the side of your ass. “Y/N.” He growled. “Begging is step two. I haven’t even said sorry yet.” Minho licked up your panties, feeling the hot dampness waiting for him. He stroked himself slowly, wanting to last for a while. Your soft whimper led you to squeeze your breasts, desperate for any pleasure harder than what he gave you. His breath was hot against your heat, and he moved his head to pull your panties down. “It’s rude to touch yourself when someone is apologizing. Sit up and look me in the eye.” He growled.

Your clit twitched hard, open and exposed to him as you propped yourself on your elbows, catching his eye. He wrapped one hand around your leg, pulling it onto his shoulder and making his lock wriggle-proof. The other still stroking over his running shorts, he bend down and licked you, bottom to top. He was so light, so gentle and so teasing it hurt.

His lips settled around your clit while his tongue moved carefully, carving out each letter in tiny cursive against it. His eyes left yours only to blink. His tongue on your sensitive clit felt like too much. All you wanted was to be pounded into the mattress, and instead you were given tight hot movements drilling over your clit. Still, you wanted him harder and stronger, so your hands ran down and tangled in his hair. You grinding your hips down on his face slightly, sinking into a rhythm against him, but his other hand wrapped around your leg to hold you still. “So rude.” He muttered before continuing his onslaught.

“M-inh-o,” You whimpered, every tingle of your clit jarring your words. The agonizing build up was so slow. “You-’re go-ing to m-ake me…”

His smile could be heard through the murmur against your clit, his hands moving up to pull your bra down before pulling lightly at your nipples, tongue still working against you. “Come for me, princess.” He increased his pressure a little, flicking his tongue against you. Your back arched, muscles clenching slow at first, then at his fast pace, hands running over any part of him you could find.

Your moans loudened, “Minho, ohmygod, Minho, ohmygod.” Then cut out as your breathing stopped, nails digging into his skin hard before it hit. You groaned loud then felt it  explode in your core, the waves of pleasure making you shake hard against him. His hands locked you onto him, his tongue still flicking you lengthening the pleasure until you’d had more than you could stand.

When it subsided, you reached down and pulled his head from you gently. “Fuck Minho,” you whispered, eyes still shut, hands shaking while you stroke over his face. He kissed your thighs softly, letting go of his grip on you. It felt cold and empty. Though satisfied for now, still hungry for him.

“You taste so good.” He grunted, wiping his mouth on his leather bound wrists. His hand crept back to stroke himself softly, his member definitely hard now. Minho pulled himself around your legs, closing them and making you shudder a little. He lay next to you, tilted your head with his finger and kissed you softly.

“I’m still shaking.” You laughed, opening your eyes to his proud face, stroking over his skin.  

He chuckled, “I guess I’m forgiven then.” Minho propped himself on an elbow to look down at you, kicking off his shoes.

You nodded, running a hand over his stomach feeling every ridge in his abs before settling your hand around the waistband of his shorts. He was pitching a tent, straining hard against the fabric. “I want this.” You murmured, rolling onto your side.

The sunlight streaming in from the windows made you see him in a light that you were so unfamiliar with. His skin glistened, contours of cheekbones and muscles were emphasized with dark shadows making him look godly. “Unlucky for you we just entered the begging phase. Beg and I’ll think about it.” He grinned. It was all a game to him, a game where he always got his way.

“Oh.” You started to unbuckle his belt, your thighs rubbing together creating a little fiction for your sensitive core. Yep, definitely still horny. “I think we can skip that.” You reached down and rubbed his impressive length through his boxers. It had been so long since you could feel how turned on he got for you.

His breathing hitched as he shimmied his shorts down before kicking them onto the floor. “Y/N. Not yet. Today is about you, now beg for it.” He grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed above your head, taking your other hand and crossing them.

Now both your hands were pinned with one of his, leaving the other to roam. He sat up next to you, stroking the length of your body again before stopping over your bra. Again, he traced its outline with his fingertips. “Arch.” He growled, sinking a hand behind your back to unclip it before shimmying it up to around your wrists, leaving you fully exposed to him.

“Minho, I don’t want to beg I just want to be with you.” You whined, feeling his hardness brush up against the side of your thigh.

Minho frowned, licking his thumb before circling one nipple. You gasped hard, moaning softly and arching against his hand. “And I want you to beg for me. I want these hard too.” He spoke nonchalantly, smirking at you. How could he be so calm when you were struggling to be coherent when he touched you so lightly. He ducked his head down to lick around your nipple causing it to harden fast. He kissed and scraped his teeth against it, sending shockwaves down your body.

Oh hell. “Minho.” You groaned as he moved his teeth to the other. “Minho, I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Please fuck me, Minho.”

“Keep going.” He muttered against your skin, starting to leave pretty hickies over your chest to match your neck. His spare hand had reached your thighs. He parted your legs easily and let his hand run closer and closer to your heat but whenever it got too close and you bucked, he started again at your knee.

Your frustrated groans made him grin and chuckle. “C’mon, please touch me and I’ll moan so loud for you. I’ll do anything for you. I’m so wet, baby.” He stopped and hovered over you, grinning and watching your lips move.

“You want me here?” Minho’s hand slid over your clit. He pressed down. Hard.

You groaned loud. “Yes, yes please, oh god. Pound me with your fingers, Minho. I want you to feel how wet you’ve made me before you fuck me hard. Please fu-,” You weren’t even sure what profanities were coming out of your mouth when he slid two long fingers into you.

His grin widened as he let go of your hands and kissed your cheek softly. “Fuck you are wet. And tight. Oh god.” He grunted, pulling his fingers out of you to rub your clit a little. “I think you’re dripping for me.”

You nodded a little, grinding against his palm when he slid his fingers back inside you, stretching you wider. Your hands crept around his neck, stroking his face while your eyes locked. He loved watching you like this, moaning his name and driven crazy by his teasing.  Your hands winded down to his boxers again, first rubbing him through the fabric then slipping your hand under the seam and gripping him. “Y/N.” He groaned, pushing his digits harder into you and thumbing your clit. He wasn’t playing this time, just fingering you as rough as you’d like. You pumped him a few times, but were so distracted by his fingers as you felt yourself getting closer.

You moaned his name so loudly, “I’m going to-” He pulled his fingers out of you fast. “No! No give them to me.” You groaned, gaining the confidence to be loud. It was such a rare occasion you could be loud in the Glade.

Minho pulled down his boxers and discarded them on the floor. “I have something better for you.” The sight of him in all his glory made you twitch. He moved between your legs again until he was standing hovering over you, cock lined at your entrance. “Yes?” He said huskily, pressing his tip over your clit.

You nodded frantically and he sunk into you as deep as he could be. You both let out a moan before he pulled back and thrust into you again, his length making you feel so full. Every push into you sent waves through your body. He set a fast, shallow tempo, having restrained himself for so long he was desperate for you, and your tight walls felt like heaven around him. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room while he pounded you into the mattress. He was rough and hard with you, raking his nails down your thighs until the need to be deep outweighed the need for speed. Every scape drawing some kind of animalistic sound from your mouth.

Minho placed his hands to the sides of your head and hovered over you, now grinding rather than thrusting. His slow grinding took you to new limits, the bottom of his stomach sliding against your clit as he hit you deeply. Your hands curved around his neck, nails digging into his flesh, biting into his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming as you neared your climax. “Minho, harder.” You pleaded against his skin and to accommodate you he slid himself as far out as he could go, letting the cool air hit your core before ramming himself into you with enough force to make the bed rock. “Yessssss-.” You hissed coming closer and closer as he grabbed your ass and pulled your nipple hard.

“Are you going to come for me, Y/N? Are you going to come on my dick, baby?” He grunted into your ear fucking you harder and harder and harder until your moans went silent, before crashing down around you and covering your vision with black spots while you shook hard and moaned his name. Your eyes rolled back into your head and squeezed closed, he fucked you till you could open them again, muscles still twitching and hands shaking.

Minho’s head was buried in your neck. “Minho,” You whimpered stroking the short hair around his neck. “Come for me, baby.” He moaned and found your lips, kissing you hard while thrusting deep.

Soon, his bucking became short and sloppy, before he groaned and hit as deep into you as he could, making you gasp as his hot seed spit into you. “Fuck.” He moaned, against your neck. A few moments passed, you wrapped up in each other both breathing heavily. Your eyes were squeezed shut, still feeling tiny vibrations from your high rippling through your body. Very slowly, he pulled himself out of you and rolled onto his side, pulling your bare frame close to him until you were skin on skin again.

He groaned quietly, eyes closed “If I ever pass up sex with you again, shoot me.”

anonymous asked:

Can you make a Bts reaction to where they have a noona (and very dominant) girlfriend, and suddenly one night she tells him that he can take charge for one that night and that night only?? Thanks


BTS react to their dominant girlfriend letting him dominate her 

Originally posted by linheys

Jin: He’d be at a bit of a loss for words. Everything always went so smoothly, the way you were doing them now. Suddenly you wanted to change things up…he’d worry a bit that he wouldn’t have what it takes to satisfy you while being in charge. That being said, him being “in charge” for the night would likely be a very sweet and cute session of love making.

Originally posted by bwiyowo

Suga: He’d be the type to be very excited. He’s a pretty chill guy, so he never had an issue with the fact that you wanted to be in control in the bedroom, but by nature I could see him being very dominant and very rough and probably really really kinky. The night of his domination would leave you with your head reeling. By the time he was done with you, you’d definitely be considering letting him take charge more often. Giving control over for once was a different sort of feeling than the power you were used to, but you found yourself liking it.

Originally posted by jhopies

Hobi: You just made him very happy, but at the same time, because he was so used to having you in control, he’d probably be a little uncertain. He’d be asking lots of questions like “you like that baby? Does that feel good?” and probably be a little hesitant rather than taking full control like Yoongi did. He’d still have fun though, switching it up for the night.

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

Rap Monster: Namjoon would be right in his element. Like Yoongi, I see him having a very naturally dominant personality. He’d be pulling out all the stops on you for the night. You’d be pinned down, squirming, gasping, begging, just because he knew you couldn’t make him stop for once. You didn’t know he was capable of half the stuff he was doing to you. Like his hyung, you’d be left thinking about his dominant side for a long time to come.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin: Ah…now here’s the thing about Jimin. I could see him being a mega sub. Everything about him just screams sub. Argue with me on it all you want, but I can’t see him as anything else. He’d really want to please you though. If you wanted a night of him in control, that’s exactly what he’d give you, making it as hot as he could manage after all he did learn from the best. But at the end, he’d give you one of his sweet as honey smiles and ask “did I do a good job noona?” and your heart would be melted.

Originally posted by eatjin

Tae: I could see him being both submissive and dominant, but more than anything, I could see him being very adaptable. If you wanted to take charge of him, he’d happily comply and let you have your way with him; if you wanted a dominant guy for the night, he’d take over and give you what you were craving. Because you’d always been the one to take control, you didn’t know he was capable of so much more. His inner sex demon would come out and you’d be left begging for more in the beginning and begging for mercy by the end of the night. At the end, you’d be left in shock and feel yourself getting turned on again every time you thought about the side of him you’d never seen before. He’d give you an angelic grin when it was all done and say “I think I did a good job, huh noona?”

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook: Honestly…let me tell you about how I see Jungkook. I see him being extremely dominant. He just has something about him that screams rough and in charge. If you hadn’t seen that side of him before already, I’d be surprised. If you somehow hadn’t seen it before, it would definitely come as a nice treat. If you were familiar with it, it wouldn’t disappoint. I could see him making you scream more than any of the other guys combined, if domination was what you were after. ;)

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Dating || Hayes Grier & The Beckham Family (Part One)


Could I have 2 imagines one where I’m a Beckham and I’m dating Hayes and I’m Romeo’s twin sister and Romeo, Brooklyn and Davind (my dad) are like really protective and stuff. And another one the other way round where I’m dating Brooklyn. Thanks

Here you go, sweetie. Part one of your imagines. The other one is coming soon 😘💋

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 “Dad! I’m going out with Hayes tonight!” I yelled while I walked to the kitchen to grab a snack. I looked up when Brooklyn rushed into the kitchen.

“Where are you going tonight?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “I’m going on a date with Hayes, my boyfriend… Why?”

“I didn’t ask you with who,” groaned Brooklyn.

“Woah, calm your tits, Brook,” I mumbled, “and I don’t know where we’re going because he wanted to surprise me.”

“Oh,” he mumbled back, “okay, but please, be careful. And call me when you need me. Immediately.”

“Brooklyn,” I groaned.

“He’s just concerned about his little sister, honey,” mixed my dad himself in the conversation when he came walking into the kitchen.

“But he doesn’t have to,” I whined, “I’m big enough to take care of muself.”

“You’re sixteen!“ Brooklyn yelled annoyed. “Dad, I think she’s way too young to date.”

“Brooklyn!” I yelled back. “Dad, I’m barely two years younger than he is and he is eighteen now!”

“Well, you’re a bit youn… He’s kinda right, though,” mumbled my dad thoughtfully while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Dad!” I yelled again. “This is so unfair!”

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s all this screaming about?” Romeo and Cruz came running into the kitchen and looked at us questionable.

“Nothing, boys get out,” I groaned.

“Woah.” Romeo held up his both hands. “Is she… You know… Is it her time of the month? Do we have to buy chocolate again? How much? Same as always?” Brooklyn and my dad began to laugh as loud as they could.

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” I screamed, full of anger. “I’m going out with Hayes tonight, if you like it or not.”

The smile on my dad’s face disappeared and he looked at me annoyed. “Well, I’m still your father and if I say no, it stays no.”

I felt my cheeks turning red from anger and I slowly turned around at Brooklyn while my eyes seemed to breathe fire. Brooklyn’s eyes widened and he slowly stepped backwards.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just concerned about you, okay,” he said softly, afraid of an outburst coming from me.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to,” I snapped. “Now, go out of my way before I destroy you all.”

“Hey, don’t talk to you brothers like that,” my dad yelled while I rushed upstairs. I wasn’t planning on canceling my night out with Hayes. I’d prepare myself for the date, I’d be on my prettiest tonight and I’d prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong; I could take care of myself.




I carefully walked off the stairs, as quiet as possible. Of course, I wanted to prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong, but I preferred sneaking out of the house without being seen.

“(Y/N), where are you going?” A little voice made me look up and immediately the door to the living room flew open. Harper looked at me with sparkling eyes, still standing next to the stairs. “You’re so beautiful. I want to be just like you when I’m a big girl.” The girl looked at me proudly and a smile appeared on my face while I struck my hands over the white fabric of my dress.

“Yes, (Y/N), where are you going?” my mum asked me, surprised.

“Mum, I already told you,” I smiled slightly, “I’m having a date with Hayes tonight.”

My mum smiled at me. “Oh, that’s right. I totally forgot, I’m sorry. You look beautiful, sweetie.”

“Thank you, mum. Have you seen my denim jacket?”

“On the coat stand.”

I saw Brooklyn peek around the corner of door and smiled. “Brooklyn, I can see you peek.”

Brooklyn appeared in the doorway, his hands the pockets of his sweatpants while he looked affirmatively at me. “You look beautiful, (Y/N). Dress is not too short, not transparent. Floats, no high heels, hair in a messy bun, not too much make-up. Dad!”

I chuckled and walked over to the coat stand to grab my denim jacket.

“What, Brooklyn. You woke up Cruz.” My father came in the hall and smiled when he saw me. “Darling, you’re so beautiful,” he smiled. “And I’m so sorry for how I acted before. But I’m your dad, I’m just worried.”

“I know. And there’s nothing to be worried about, daddy,” I smiled back, “I’ll always be you’re little princess.”

“Hey!” Harper protested. “And me? What am I if she is the princess?”

I chuckled. “You? You are the queen, baby.” I lifted Harper up and walked with her on my arm to the door to open it when the bell rang. I put Harper back down and struck my hands over my dress once again.

“Hello, Hayes,” my dad smirked from behind me and I closed my eyes for a moment.

“H-hello, Mr Beckham,” Hayes stuttered. “I-I’m here to pick up your beautiful daughter.”

Brooklyn laughed out loud and I gave him a death stare. “Hayes, don’t be so anxious. He doesn’t bite, mate,” chuckled Brooklyn.

Hayes smiled. “You’re beautiful. Always.”

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded. Hayes took my hand and we walked away.

“Wait,” I said before we entered the exit of our huge front yard. I ran back to the front door and gave my father a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, dad, for letting me go,” I whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting you go, darling. But I trust Hayes, I know he’s a good boy for you.” My father pressed a kiss on my hair and let go of me.

“Thank you, daddy.”