we run not jog

Can we just admit that mass effect 1 is a bad game and the only reason its even still played is for a feeling of a complete run? Or by first time players?

The Castle | 01

Yoongi&Jungkook | BTS | 3.4k Words

i’m headed straight for the castle
they’ve got the kingdom locked up
and there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying
i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

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Poor Little Rich Girl-Part 2

This is an A/B/O AU

Your father Lucifer, is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist.  He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack.  It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back.   Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town.  You haven’t spoken to him since.  What will happen when you see him again?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)

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Introduction (all parts are linked)

Things had started off innocently enough. After I’d done poorly on my second test in a row, my Calculus teacher Mr. Reynolds had recommended a tutor. I was desperate to try anything that might get my grade up. My father would kill me if I failed this class.

“I think I have the perfect person for you, Y/N.  He is a former student of mine and one of the best I ever taught. He has tutored for me before.  His name is Sam Winchester.   Here is his number.”

Sam and I made plans to meet at the library after school.  When I arrived and saw him, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as I smelled him I could tell he was Alpha, major Alpha.  Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.  But Sam was a perfect gentleman keeping our time together focused on calculus and nothing else.

One afternoon our lesson ran late and the library was about to close.  I had lost my car for the week due to my “backtalk” so I had been walking to our lessons.  It was raining when we left, and I was dreading walking home in the downpour.

“Let me give you a ride.” Sam offered. I accepted just so I could spend more time with him.  We chatted during the ride. He asked how I’d lost my driving privileges, and I simply said it wasn’t always easy being the Alpha’s daughter.

When we arrived at my house, Sam pulled into the long, circular driveway and whistled in appreciation. “Pretty fancy digs you got there, Y/N.”

I looked at him sadly before getting out of the car.  “It doesn’t matter how nice it is, Sam.  A prison is still a prison.”  He waited until he was sure I was in the house before leaving.

As I set out for my morning run, I kept replaying Sam’s words in my head. I would be lying if I said I didn’t dream that night about Sam doing more than just kissing me.  But I wasn’t a naive seventeen-year-old Omega in the throes of her first crush anymore.

I had heard NOTHING from Sam for over 10 years, and then three weeks before my wedding he shows up and tells me I should be with him.  I knew what my father was capable of.  Getting run out of town was the least of Sam’s worries.  Nobody messed with the Alpha’s daughter.

When I leaned down at the water fountain to get a drink, I jumped when my earbuds were suddenly pulled from my ears.  “Don’t stop on my account. I’m enjoying the view tremendously.”

I whirled around to find Sam running in place behind me, t-shirt sticky with sweat, barely breathing heavy.  I was suddenly conscious of my tank top and running shorts.

“Are you stalking me now? I hear nothing from you for ten years now every time I turn around I’m tripping over you!  What is your game, Sam?“

I was trying hard to maintain my righteous indignation, but he smelled so good. “If you want me so much, why didn’t I hear from you before now?”

“Wait…” He began, holding up a finger.

“No, YOU wait! I had no idea where your family had moved to. I tried to find you, but my father told me in no uncertain terms to stop looking.” I stared at him, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

“You have every right to ask.”  He began.  “After your Dad made sure mine lost his job at the garage, and we were “encouraged” by the Alpha to move, my Dad was so bitter he refused to even talk about this place.  I went to college and law school so I could make something of myself before I came back.”

He looked at me earnestly. “Ask Dean, I never forgot you.  Then my Dad got sick.  He died last year.  As soon as I could I started applying for jobs here.”

“Run with me?” I said to Sam. We jogged off together down the path that cut through the park.  When I was sure that no one could see us, I stopped and turned to him.  “The pack meeting is tonight.  Just promise me if you get an invite from the Alpha to attend, you decline.  Do not join.  Eric is going to be there tonight.”

If was not a requirement to join the pack.  Not everyone did. I likened the Alpha to the Godfather.  If you joined the pack, you enjoyed certain privileges: The protection of the Alpha, the benefit of shared resources, the assistance of fellow pack members if needed.  But these privileges came at a price.  The Alpha’s word was law.

Those who broke the rules were punished swiftly.  Over the years, there had been several who had stepped up to challenge my father, but his strength was legendary.  No one had unseated him as Alpha, though some had tried.  With Uncle Michael as his “Consigliere”, my father ruled through intimidation and fear.

This is the environment I was raised in.  I was expected to tow the line and do what my father commanded of me until I was mated, then I would do what my Alpha commanded of me.  My father had a very old-fashioned view of Omegas.  They were to be seen and not heard.  Eric’s mother barely said two words ever without looking to her Alpha for permission. I was NEVER going to be like her.

“It has already come, Y/N.  And Dean and I have both accepted.  I will be there.  I want to meet this Alpha your father has sold you off to.”  Sam told me.

“I was suddenly furious. “Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? The last thing you want is my Dad poking his nose into your business.  You only want to meet Eric so you can size up the competition.”

Sam reached out, his huge hands grabbing my upper arms and pushing my back against a tree. He pressed his body against mine, showing his Alpha dominance.  He ran his lips down the column of my neck, tongue licking the sweat off.  When he dragged his teeth over the spot where my neck and shoulder met, I whimpered and clawed at his back, trying to get him closer.

“What would your Daddy say if he knew I had you here, panting and moaning underneath me? Does Eric make you hot like this? Does he?  I could take you right now, and you would let me, wouldn’t you?”

His words pierced through my endorphin-fueled haze like a dart.  Yes, I probably would have let him take me right here, but I would die before I’d admit it now. 

“You bastard,” I whispered.  I pushed hard against Sam’s chest to make him let me go.  It was like trying to move a brick wall.  I was mortified that I had lost control like that.

“I am your Alpha, Y/N.  The sooner you realize that the easier this will be. I don’t care what your father says.  I mean to see this through to the end. Your mine, and I don’t share.  I’ll see you tonight.  I can’t wait to meet Eric.” 

Sam kissed me hard, so hard I saw stars.  Then he let me go and jogged off down the path while I fought to collect myself.  I wondered what I would have to do to get out of the pack meeting.  My Dad would accept nothing short of my actual death, and even then he would probably demand to see the body.

My life had been a whole lot simplier before Sam Winchester came back to town.

Part 3

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today could have been a really bad day, but i was determined not to let it get the best of me.

1. i’m grateful for my tuesday morning coffee during the cold mornings. it’s a gift i often take for granted.

2. i worked on the presentation about atrial flutter, atrial fibrillation, and premature atrial contractions that i gave at 10AM. it went well, and i’m so impressed with my ability to hustle hustle hustle.

3./4. i ran 4 ~windy~ slow miles. the sun came out to play every so often, and i soaked it up. my university requires PE, so i’m in a jogging class. we did a track workout for 20 minutes, running the straightaways and jogging the curves (8 laps aka ~2 miles). i thought i was gna die lol

5. spring is in the air, despite the cloudiness. seeing the flowers budding makes me so happy. :~)

6. warmed up with some noodles and veggies! hehe

spending the rest of the evening curled up at the library, studying for critical exam number 2. woo~!!!

Today we went to the dunes again, had an amazing nice walk with Human! It was so nice, we did run, walk, jog and the weather was great. Here’s an older photo from me in the dunes as Human did not feel like carrying the camera while jogging today since it was so warm.
We also had fun times at the horses, I did play with my favorite toys and humans and generally had a bunch of fun!

Interrupted and Insecure

*Requested: Y/N is about to tell Thomas her feelings for him when the Box arrives with Teresa. Thomas and Teresa get very close, causing Y/N to become insecure about herself.*

“Hey.” you chirped to Thomas who was getting ready for the day. You were both Runners, so you were up early and getting ready. You watched as his muscles moved in his arms and you bit your lip. You continued to get ready yourself, and looked over to see Thomas staring at you. You smiled at him and he gave you a goofy smile back. That was the thing. You liked him, and you thought he was into you too. But you were never sure.

“After today’s run, can we talk?” you said as the two of you jogged towards the stone wall after Minho.

“Yeah, sure. Yeah.” he said and you two ran in and separated for the day.

—-

You ran swiftly through the Maze back to the opening in the wall. You jogged back towards the Map Room and waited for Thomas. He came back a few minutes after you and you were already done mapping out today’s section of the Maze.

“What did you want to talk about? Is Chuck bothering you again? He means well…” Thomas said and you laughed. The nerves were slipping in and out of your stomach.

“No, I wanted to talk about you and me-” you said but heard the metal of the Box before you could finish your sentence.

“Thomas! Y/N!” you heard Alby yell and the two of you jogged out towards the Box.

“What?” you asked and looked down into the Box.

“It’s a girl.” Newt said and your eyes met the girl’s. You smiled at her and she stared back.

“Welcome.” you said and helped her out.

“Hi.” Thomas said and you had forgotten about your conversation. And clearly so had he. He was staring at the new girl like she was some foreign creature.

“I’ll show you around.” you said, wanting to know more about her before you jumped to conclusions.

—-

“So what’s the Greenie’s name?” Thomas asked and you tore your eyes away from Teresa and towards the brown haired boy.

“Teresa.” you said and observed his face.

“I feel like I know her.” he said and walked away, the events of earlier that day wiped from his memory.

—-

You watched as Thomas and Teresa sat together and laughed and talked. Your insides burned. They were cute together. She was so beautiful compared to you and clearly more entertaining. Thomas hasn’t talked to you in days because he’s been so preoccupied by Teresa.

You walked back to your hammock and laid there, wondering why Thomas doesn’t like you. It’s probably your face. Your body. Your ugly laugh. The little things you do when nobody is watching. Your personality. Your lack of boldness. So there wasn’t much to wonder about.

—-

You woke up to see Thomas by your hammock.

“Hey.” he said and you sat up, swinging your legs over.

“Good morning.” you said and yawned.

“I realized we never finished our conversation.” Thomas said and you chuckled.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t that important. And you’re a few days late, sir.” you said and stood up to get ready for the day.

“Well you said you wanted to talk about me and you…” Thomas said and followed you as you walked around.

“I know what I said, Thomas. But you have another girl to worry about now; you don’t need two girls in your life.” you said and you knew it sounded selfish. But Teresa was a better fit for Thomas, you could see that clearly.

“No I don’t. You’re the only girl I want to worry about.” he said and you stopped and turned around.

“Please let me be the only boy you have to worry about.” he said and stepped closer to you, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and softly pressing his lips to yours. You deepened the kiss and wished it would never end.

“I guess there’s no need for that talk now.” he said and you kissed him again.

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:

it's irl klance fic again with a short story of something that happened in class once! okay so we have to walk/jog/run for 12 minutes everyday and whenever he passes me he turns around and smiles or winks and then turns back and runs off then later on if i question him about it he acts like he has no idea what im talking about so im just like boi?? ill fight????

THIS IS INCREDIBLE

“You’re all idiots!” with the Stilinski triplets
Requested by imadangerouscause
Words: 572

“It’s really boring to run alone. Thank you for jogging with me.”
“Yeah… we had no choice. Thomas forces us”, Stiles complained between breathings, who was running behind you.
Like every morning you started the day with a run to keep yourself fit. Fortunately Thomas has asked you if it would be okay to walk with you. His brothers would need more training and he doesn’t want to walk with them alone.
It was a very cold morning. The last night was one of the coldest ones of the year but the run warmed you up luckily.
“Don’t kvetch! You need to train more often.” Thomas rolled his eyes as you looked to him smiling and head-shaking. You knew, he was running slower than usual so you could keep pace with him.
“You know, I’m in the lacrosse team, don’t you? I practice enough! Coach is killing me!” Stiles slowed down and stopped. You other three also stopped sighing and looked to the hard breathing boy, who has his hands on his knees to steady himself.
“I don’t understand it. I’m not nonathletic! Why do I have to run?”, Stuart said irritated.
“Because… you’re always sitting on your phone and do nothing for your body.” Thomas was as irritated as Stuart.
“Just because I’m in no team, it doesn’t mean I’m going-”
“Okay, boys! Stop!”, you interrupted the argument, “I just want to run, okay? Stiles, do you can keep going?”
“Just one more minute…” He held one finger up to symbolize that you have to wait.
“Come on. We only have to run through the forest. You’ll cool down, if you wait here.”
Your friend sighed before he started to run again.
You ran through the trees and didn’t see the ice on the ground. You slipped and fell on the frozen ground hardly.
“Shit!”
Your head was pounding. You felt someone touching and talking to you but you couldn’t understand anything.
“Ow. My head…”, you mumbled and put your hand under your nose when you felt something wet. You opened the eyes and looked on the liquid. “I’m bleeding…”
As someone grabbed your face you realized the boys in front of you.
“(Y/N), are you okay?”
“No… who are you?” At first the boys didn’t say anything.
“You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re freaking kidding!”, Stiles shouted and palmed his face.
Stuart just mumbled that your head met the ground to hard and they have to call an ambulance.
Thomas attracted your attention when he held his finger in front of your face. He moved it and your eyes followed.
“Maybe she has a brain concussion…”
After he said that Stiles took his phone out of his pocket and dialed. You started to giggle.
You’re all idiots! That was a joke!”
“What?!”, the boys screamed simultaneously.
“Oh… I’m gonna kill you!”, Stiles said through clenched teeth. Thomas sighed while Stuart whispered something like “I’m done with that shit.” and left you.
“Stuart, wait! I’m still bleeding!”
“That was too much, (Y/N)…” Thomas shook his head and helped you on your feet.
“I’m going, too”, Stiles said and followed his brother. You looked sadly to Thomas.
“It was just a joke. I didn’t want to-”
“I know. We’re just worrying… Please don’t do it again.”
“I’m sorry…”

Sorry, it’s sucky because I procrastinated and had to force myself to write ^^”

The Meet and Greet (Sammy Wilk)

Can you do imagine where you & your friends is in Sammys concert. And after that you’ve m&g. And you’re last in line. And Sammys just fall in love with you first sight. And you’re not like huge fan of Sammys, but your friends made you come. But somethings happens in that m&g 😏. And btw I love you & your blog ❤️. Sorry if mine request was messy. English isn’t my mother tongue 😅

a:n// I’m alive I promise


Today I was awaken at 8am by my friend, Jess. She has been dying to go see one of her favorite people in the whole world, Sammy Wilk, for I don’t even know how long. So for her birthday, me being the good friend I am, got her a ticket to his concert and a meet and greet. But there was one downfall to this, she wanted me to come as well.

I’m not saying I don’t like him or whatever, but he just doesn’t interest me. If I’m being honest, I have better things to do then go to a concert for someone that I don’t know.

But Jess really wanted me to go and it was her birthday, so of course I said yes. Well now I wish I said no. Because Jess barged into my apartment at 8am and started jumping on my to get up.

“Ugh, why"I groaned, putting a pillow to my head.

“Because, today’s the day"she said.

"Tuesday?"I asked.

"No you moron. Today’s the day we meet Sam! AHHH I’m so excited. Omg. What if my outfit is too casual. I need your opinion"she said, rushing to her apartment, which is literally across from me.

I got up and walked to my kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice. I took a sip and Jess barged right back into my apartment.

"Ok so I have 3 outfit choices. The first one is a casual one, the second one is fancy casual, and the third one is casual fancy."she said, laying them all out across the counter.

"What’s the difference between fancy causal and casual fancy?"I asked.

"Fancy causal is fancier clothes dressed down, where causal fancy is casual clothes dressed up"she said. "So pick one"she stepped back and put on her thinking face.

"Well do you want him to get you laid or to remember you?"I asked.

"Hmmm. Remember me"she said.

"Then fancy casual"I said.

"I was thinking that too! Ok ok, and you need to get ready too! I’m getting changed here"she said.

"Suit yourself"I said, going upstairs to find an outfit. After only 2 minutes I found my outfit. It was black ripped skinny jeans with a white t-shirt and white converse.

Jess’ outfit was more of a fancy outfit. Her logic was "most girls are going to dress more casual, so if I dress fancier he’ll definitely remember me”. It was a black skater skirt with a lace blue top and sandals.

For my hair I just took it out of my bun and brushed it through, parting it to the side. I applied minimal makeup and then went downstairs to meet Jess.

“Y/N!"she exclaimed.

"What?"I asked.

"You look like your going food shopping"she complained.

"Well I’m not going to dinner with the queen. Besides he’ll remember you even more"I said.

"Ok fine"she groaned.

We got in the car and drove to the concert place. There were at least 50 girls in line, and most of them were wearing extremely skimpy outfits.

"Is this the line to meet a hooker?"I asked Jess. She slapped my arm as we got in line.

"Ok so here’s what I’m thinking"she said, going on about her plan to make Sam notice her.

30 minutes later, they started accepting people in and the line started moving. Jess was done with her speech.

"But you know what? Even though Sam is hot, I kind of like Nate more. Do you know who Nate is"she asked me.

"No idea"I said. She shook her head and took out her phone, showing me Skate Maloley.

"Oh ok. He looks like your type"I said, since I knew that was what she wanted to hear.

"I know! So if you want Sam you could have him"she said.

"Oh thank god."I said sarcastically.

"Oh my god we’re next in line"she squealed. We showed security out tickets and they let us in, and we went to the stage. There were no seats, so we would be standing for 2 hours. Yay!

Another 20 minutes later and it was getting started. Sam came out and the whole place was screaming. I legit thought my ears were melting off my head. He started singing a few of his songs "Aye Ma” and “Where Art Thou”. Those were the only two songs I knew. Then Nate came out and sang “Ain’t Nothing To A King"with him. Jess was going nuts.


It went by pretty quickly, and soon it was over. We made our way over to the meet and greet section, which was in another room. Except we were the last ones on the line because Jess was so sure that Nate would come out on stage again.

"Jess he’s probably at the Meet and Greet station"I said.

"Well then let’s go"she said. I rolled my eyes.

We were the last ones on line, and there was 70 girls on line at least.

"This is gonna take forever"I complained.

"Well then let’s go over what I should do. So I’m gonna pretend to be talking to you my back facing you. And then when they say next in gonna put on my sexy face and turn my head so my hair whips around"she continued on forever.

We finally were next, and Jess was freaking out. She pretended to talk to me and security said next.

"Here’s my time to shine"she said, and turned around, whipping her hair around her face. Except she did it too hard, so it ended up in her mouth. I put my head in my hand.

"Oh Jess"I sighed. She quickly said hi to Sam and then legit jumped on Nate.

"Next!"security said. "Are you the last one?"he asked. I nodded.
"Last one!"he announced.

Jess was still talking to Nate, so I went to Sam. He was looking down, and he looked up at me, and his eyes popped out of his head. He cleared his throat and sat up straight. I raised my eyebrows, smirking a little.

"What’s your name?"he asked, still in awe.

"Y/N"I said.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful face"he said.

"Cheesy"I said.

"It was worth a shot"he smiled. I smiled back.

"So where are you from?"he asked.

"I live a few minutes from here. In LA"I said.

"Me too. Do you live in an apartment?"he asked.

"Yeah. The tall tower"I said.

"Oh. I live right next to that. Maybe you’ll see my apartment. Or my bedroom"he smirked.

"Give me your hand"I said.

"Um, ok"he said, putting his hand out.

I pulled out a pen out of my bag and wrote my number on his hand.

I winked at him and then left the room, meeting Jess outside.

"I have to tell you about what happened"she said as we started walking to the car.

Sam’s POV

"Last one!"I heard security say.

"Thank God"I thought, looking at the ground. I looked up, and my breath was taken away. There was this beatific girl in front of me. I cleared my throat and sat up. She raised her eyebrows and smirked at me. God, why does she have to be so beautiful.

I tried to flirt with her but they were so cheesy. Then she asked me to give her my hand. I was confused but still did it. She wrote her number on my hand and winked, leaving the room. I knew I needed to see her again.

Your POV

We got back to my apartment and it was 5. I don’t know why it took that long.

"I have to pack"she said.

"Why?"I asked.

"I’m visiting my aunt and I’m staying over my parents house for the weekend"she said.

"Aw. I’ll see you Monday?"I asked.

"See you Monday"she said, giving me a hug and going to her apartment.

I sat down on my couch putting the tv on. I went on Netflix and put on Orange Is The New Black.

I started catching up on my episodes. Soon it was 7:30 and I got a text message.

"Baby girl"it read.

"Sammy boy"I texted back.

"Wanna do something?"he asked.

"Bar at 9?"I suggested.

"I’m down. Which one?"he asked.

"Tikis. See you there"I said.

I started to get ready at 8. I wanted to wear something sexy, since Tiki is wear you would typically get laid. I decided on a black one leg dress.


For my hair I kept it the way it was, and for my makeup I added red lipstick and liner.

Soon it was 845, and I decided to leave. I decided to take an uber, and got there right on time. Is showed my ID and walked in, landing a few eyes on me. I saw Sam near the bar, so I started walking. He saw me and looked me up and down.

"Damn"he said, pulling me in by my waist and kissing my head.

"Did you get something to drink"I asked.

"No not yet. There’s like a whole bunch of people here"he said.

"What do you want?"I asked.

"Beer"he said.

"Coors?"I asked.

"Yup"he said.

"Mark!"I yelled. Mark was my favorite bartender. He’s 65, but he’s so funny. I soon saw him pop up around the bar to us.

"My favorite is back. Coors?"he asked.

"2"I said. He nodded and gave us the beers.

"Cheers"I said.

"Cheers"he said back, and we clinked our beers and drank.

We talked and laughed for a good 20 minutes.

"Wanna dance?"he asked. I smirked and took his hand, making our way on the dance floor. I spin around, my ass on his dick, and started grinding into him. His hands for tighter and tighter on my waist, and soon I felt something poking me.

"Baby girl, if you keep this up something is gonna happen"he said in my ear.

I turned around and faced him.

"That’s the point…daddy"I whispered.

His eyes widened and he took my hand, leading me out of the club.

"Sam, where are we going"I whined, practically running as he was jogging fast.

"Anywhere"he said, picking me up and throwing me in the the seat.

"Then go to my apartment"I gave him my address. As he was driving there I placed my hand and his thigh.

"Y/N"he said. I didn’t listen, my hand traveling up his leg and landing on his dick. I started palming his through his pants, and his grip on the steering wheel got tighter.

"Y/N I’m driving"he said.

"Oh don’t worry daddy. You don’t have to do anything"I said, unzipping his pants and taking out dick. I wiped the pre-cum off with my thumb, swirling my tongue around his tip.

"Fuck, stop teasing"he growled.

I started sucking on his dick, bobbing my head up and down and using my hands to play with whatever couldn’t fit.

"Fuck fuck fuck"he groaned, pressing the gas pedal down even more. Right before he was about to come we pulled up to my apartment building. I opened the door to my apartment and soon I found myself slammed against the wall, Sam pinning my arms above my head.

"I want to fuck you so bad"he said.

"No ones stopping you"I said. He looked me in the eyes for a second before roughly connecting our lips, turning it into a heated makeup session. His hands traveler down to my ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting me up.

He found his way to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed, before taking off his shirts and pants. I just finished taking off my heels before Sam hovered over me. He connected our lips again, going under my back to find the zipper.
He unzipped my dress and in one swift motion it came off.

"Going commando?"he asked.

"Only for you"I said. His lips attacked my neck, sucking hard.

"I don’t want everyone seeing a my hickey"I said.

"Fine. Then I’ll make it somewhere private"he said, placing kissing on my collar bone until he got down to my boobs. He started sucking on it, making sure to leave a hickey there.

He placed sloppy kisses down my stomach until he reached my heat.

He took a finger and swiped it down the middle.

"Already so wet"he said. He started kissing my inner thigh and then licked my heat. His tongue flicked my clit, making me moan. He made ‘z’ traces with his tongue, taking two fingers and inserting them. His fingers and tongue worked together, making me a moaning mess.

"I’m s-so close"I moaned, feeling the knot in my stomach. And then he stopped.

"Sam what the fuck"I said.

"You wanted to tease me, I’ll tease you"he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Get on your stomach"he demanded.

"No"I said.

"What?"he asked.

"I said no."I said.

He didn’t listen to me. Instead he picked me up and flipped me over on my stomach, my ass in the air and my face down.

"Princess is being a bad girl. Not listening to daddy?"he asked, pushing my face into the comforter and slapping my ass.

All of the sudden he slammed into me, making me cry out.

He went all the way in and all the way out, thrusting hard. He repeated this for a while, making moan. He took my hair and pulled back.

"Who made you feel this good? Huh?"he asked.

"You did"I moaned.

"What?"he asked, pulling my hair further back and thrusting even harder.

"Fuck, you did daddy!"I screamed, feeling the knot in my stomach. His thrusts became sloppier, and I knew he was close.

I moaned out as I came, and he came shortly after. He removed himself and we both lay on the bed, catching out breath.

"Y/N"Sam said.

"Sam"I said back.

"You’re so beautiful"he turned to face me. I smiled, and kissed him. A kiss that was long and meaningful.

"Am I sleeping here?"he asked. I didn’t answer him. Instead I snuggled close to him, wrapping my arm around his chest.

"Guess so"he said, kissing my head and shutting off the lamp. Soon we both drifted off to sleep.

3

Lookit, my first ever medal.

We did it! We walked the whole thing but there were 3 groups, running, jogging and walking so things were pretty split.

We’d aimed to complete the course in an hour, and hour and 15 was to be our maximum. We did it in one hour and one minute. 

It was a lovely day, such a great atmosphere. Once we were done we ended up doing a lap of the city centre, because we’re that mad, so that was another mile+

I am knackered, but it was so worth it. We’re going to do the 10k next year,

Originally posted by peanutbutter31

Camera Girl

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

This is from a longgggg time ago, back during Bon voyage… I “sleep” wrote this. By that I mean It was late at night and I didn’t even know I was doing it till I woke up the next morning. And it’s an eh fluff… like if you don’t want to read it, I could care less. Cause I’m just posting this so I can get it out of my “work on” folder. So If you do read enjoy!

Originally posted by war-of-hormone

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“Catch up!” Selena laughed, taking off down the sandy trail.

Justin watched from afar, shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. Her laughter warmed him. He was hit with a heat wave and reached for the nearly empty water bottle laying on the sidewalk. “Wait up, baby,” he called out.

“Nope.” Her pace slowed just enough that she could walk backwards. “Come and get me.”

He sighed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “I guess you win.” Feigning defeat, he slightly turned to the side, nodding to his bodyguard. Music filled the air and Justin faced her once more. He swayed side to side, moving in an awkward string of dance moves that could only be described as chaotic.

“Oh..,” she sighed, covering her face. “Justin, what are you doing?”

“What’s that? Want me to sing along?” He smirked, belting out the lyrics as his shuffling became more erratic and whimsical. “Come back over here, Sel!”

She threw her body forward, shrinking her arms in. “Justin!” His name was interrupted by breathy laughter. “Quit it! People are staring!”

“Well if you wouldn’t run off we wouldn’t have this problem,” he berated, jogging the last few feet between them. “I still want my kiss, you promised me one when we got out of the car.” He puckered his lips, locking his arms around her waist; a boa trapping its prey.

“Hm,” she squinted against the sun, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“I remember it quite clearly.” His grip tightened, forcing her closer.

She gasped, slinging her arms around his bare shoulders. “Alright, alright!” She tilted her head, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Better?”

“That’s all I get?” He squeezed her sides, eliciting surprised squeals from her. He laughed, dropping his head forward. Their noses bumped and he caught her bottom lip between his, carefully dipping her and applying more pressure.

His pulse quickened and her breathing caught, almost like it had become entangled in a string that was pulled taut. He felt wildfires in his veins and she felt a Pacific wave hit her at light speed. One of his hands migrated north, resting at the base of her neck.

She mumbled some incoherent sound and he inhaled her words, pulling back just to make sure she was alright. He kissed her again, two, three times, and released her from his grip, studying her flushed cheeks.

“Oh, my..”

“Race you to the top,” he whispered breathlessly.

Guess Who

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Featuring: Hoseok, J-Hope, BTS
Genre: Fluff
By: Admin S

*casually posts this as if I haven’t been MIA for the past 2 months.*

This is one of those requests that I accidentally deleted. I hope the anon who requested it enjoys~

In which you meet a really handsome stranger name…Hope?

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How To English (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Title: How To English


Requested by vanessa-michaels:

Here I am! So, remember when we were talking about Y/N swearing in another language? Would you write a Y/N strong, badass, sassy like Minho maybe, who swears in another language (I don’t think you’d like Italian, so feel free to swear in spanish, just make sure we will laugh our asses off xDD) and she’s so “wonderful” and keeps Minho in his place that he actually falls for her? Then they make out, of course :’D Done, thank you very much indeed C: Love ya, cat! <3


A/N: I hope you like it. Since there are spanish words and in case you want to know the exact meaning, I’ll put a little translation here:

Joder: Fuck

Ostia Puta: Holy shit!

Idiota: Idiot

Leches: Damn!

¿Qué narices acaba de pasar?: What the fuck just happened?



“Not again” I stomped out of my room, fuming mad. “He did not”

When I was out in the Glade, I looked around angrily.

“MINHO!”

The few Gladers that were close to me subtly walked off with expressions of pure fear. They knew I was pissed, and that I shouldn’t be messed with when I was pissed.

“Minho! Your clone is calling you and she’s very shuck mad!” One of the Gladers, I couldn’t tell who, yelled.

More than once, they had said I was like the feminine version of Minho. Sassy, smart, strong, stubborn… But I was a lot nicer than he was –because Minho was a shuck face –and even if when I got mad my temper was just as bad as his, I was the kindest when I was in a normal mood.

Without a care in the world, my Runner colleague jogged in my direction.

“Yes, Y/N?” He calmly asked me.

If I usually had to hold back the urge to punch him, when that stupid smirk of his was on his face the urge was ten times stronger.

“Give it back”

“Give you what back?”

Annoyed, I smiled at him to show him that I wouldn’t let him get to me too much.

“Since that quiff hides a tiny brain under it, I’ll make it very clear so your klunk head can understand it” I smirked, proud of my words and of the scowl that formed in his face. “Give me my equipment back”

The slinthead always hid my Runner equipment. Why? Because he was a slinthead and enjoyed pissing me off, watching how close he could get to my limit. A death wish, in my opinion.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, girl” He crossed his strong arms over his chest and shrugged.

So was that how he wanted it?

“Fine, I’ll tell Newt” I simply walked away and towards the second in command.

Minho got sulky instantly. He seemed to hate the fact that Newt and I were really close. Jealousy, maybe?

“You’re telling me on Newt?” He laughed, trying to appear nonchalant as usual.

I stopped walking and turned around, smirking as I saw that he was following.

“No” I widened my smirk. “I’m telling Newt a lie about you”

For a moment, Minho was taken aback by my statement and was left behind as I kept walking towards the blond.

“Newt” I called him, making him turn around and look at me expectantly. “Minho is being a lazy shuck face again and he doesn’t want to run today”

“I thought you were supposed to be running together today” Newt placed a hand on his hip, already annoyed by Minho’s childish behavior.

“Hey!” Minho was catching up on us. “She’s lying, Newt, she’s-“

“Bloody hell, Minho!” Newt was already starting to tell him of like a mother. “You can’t just slack like that! You and Y/N need to run together today, don’t be such a bloody shank!”

Knowing that scolding would go on for several minutes, I slowly walked away.

Minho’s face turned red in anger as he put up with it. And I lowly laughed as I walked away.

I still had to find my running equipment, but I could ask Thomas or just look for it in Minho’s room.

Minho would be really grumpy during our run today, but that face he was making as Newt yelled at him for being a ‘lazy lug’ was priceless, and definitely worth it.

*

It seemed like Minho needed to annoy me back to have his revenge.

I found my equipment in his room, didn’t even need to ask his friend Thomas. But during our run together he was insufferable.

He kept telling me off because I wasn’t fast enough and couldn’t keep up with him, or yelling at me because I wasn’t cutting the vines that would mark our way even if he was cutting them himself. Just excuses to get on my nerves.

Minho thought that I didn’t see his smirk every time I looked away in anger. But I did.

So when we arrived from our run, I jogged towards the Glade leaving him behind and ignoring him. I was too tired to put up with his childish revenge.

“Hey!” Minho held me back by my shirt. “Where are you going? I need to-“

“Stop!” I angrily turned around and looked daggers at him. “Minho, stop or I swear… For shuck’s sake, don’t get more on my nerves. I’m tired and-“

“Or what?” He coolly crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ll tell me on Newt again?”

“Joder, Minho!!!” I yelled, fuming mad. “Ostia puta!”

He opened his eyes wide and held his hands up as a sign of peace.

They all knew that when I started swearing in Spanish I got really really mad. I usually didn’t but then again, Minho always managed to get on my nerves.

Even if I had the biggest crush on him and I thought he was the most gorgeous boy in the Glade. 

Well, maybe precisely because of that.

“Okay, okay, slim yourself” He defended himself, his usual carefree expression back on his face.

I used every fiber of self-control I had not to smirk when I saw how intimidated he was by me. But still, he was looking at me with admiration because unlike most Gladers I didn’t put up with him.

“I’m going to the showers now and when I come out I don’t want to see your ugly klunk face, you hear me?!”

The brief expression of being intimidated faded as if it had never been there.

“Good that, princess” Before he walked away, Minho showed me a mocking smile and I grinned as I punched him in the arm with all the strength I could.

Joder, that hurt. But at least it was worth it because he hissed in pain and held his arm.

*

For some reason I expected him to be waiting for me outside the showers, leaning his shoulder in the wall and with his arms crossed with that smirk I was so familiar with.

Maybe it was only that I wanted it to happen.

Perhaps I was scaring him away.

But I saw the Asian around the Kitchens, walking away from it with Thomas.

“Dude, you’re one ugly shank” Minho was telling him.

I slapped him in the back of the head, enjoying myself as I watched him wince in pain and annoyance.

“Be nice, slinthead!” I told him off.

I braced myself for the look of ultimate hatred in his dark eyes. But instead, when he turned his head to glance at me I found a hint of admiration again.

He was not surprised to see it was me, though.

Thomas lowly laughed and walked away giggling before Minho could kick the shuck out of him.

I saw him walk away and then turned to glance back at Minho.

Unwillingly, I took a step back. Not only he wasn’t scowling at me. He was smiling at me.

“You’re creeping me out” I mumbled, trying to hide the fact that his smile was wonderful.

“What? Why?” He asked me, confused.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Finally getting out of his daze, as if he hadn’t even noticed he was staring, Minho frowned and his smile disappeared. What a pity.

I couldn’t really explain that glare he was throwing me. He was just gawking at me, like in awe.

“I was just trying to figure out why you always get on my nerves” It was weird, but his words were lacking the usual sass.

“Oh, yeah?” He was walking away, but I didn’t mind and I kept talking. “You know what gets on my nerves? Look in a mirror, shuck face!”

“There are no mirrors in the Glade, genius!” He yelled back without even turning around.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and headed for the Gardens to go and chat with Newt.

But I found him a lot sooner, standing there with Thomas. The both of them were looking at me with a smirk because they had witnessed the scene.

“Ugh, seriously”

And I decided to pass the time in the Deadheads, alone and thinking.

*

“Knock knock” I was walking to the Homestead, calling it a day, when that shuck face appeared out of nowhere.

“Woah!” I yelped, turning around with a hand over my chest. “You scared me, idiota!”

Only for a second, Minho grinned when he heard me swearing in Spanish again.

“I said knock knock” He insisted, a hint of grin already showing on the corner of his lips again.

When I noticed how appealing his lips were, I looked away in a rush.

“Who’s there?” I absently asked, hoping he didn’t notice my inner monologue.

“Perfection”

“Perfection who?”

“Me. Because I’m perfection” Oh, that smirk.

I tilted my head to the side and tiredly fixed my glance on him. He just overdid an smile.

“And you’re lucky because this perfection needs to talk to you”

“I’m tired” I groaned, hurrying on in my way to my room.

Minho didn’t take a no for an answer and grabbed my wrist to slow me down.

“Fine, but make it quick” I reluctantly told him, letting him take me somewhere hidden to talk.

“Can’t promise that, Y/N”

Once we were out of sight of everyone and we could talk in private, I impatiently looked up at him.

“So?”

“So I like you” He simply said.

“Of course you like me, I’m badass” I began to walk away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some sleep”

“You are not getting my point, Y/N”

Exaggerating a groan, I walked back to stand in front of him.

“Then be clear, Minho” I crossed my arms over my chest angrily. “Shuck, I don’t have time for your little self-centered klunk, joder!”

He licked his lips and smirked.

“You’re one special girl”

And before I knew it, we were kissing. How did that happen?!

My instinct told me that I should pull away, so I did. Not because I didn’t want to kiss him, I really wanted to. But because I was so puzzled that I needed a moment to understand what was happening first.

“Leches, Minho!” I wasn’t really angry at him, but it took me so off guard that I couldn’t help the Spanish words. “What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you” Was that why he was staring at me so oddly before? Did he mean that he liked me? As in like like?

“Thanks for stating the obvious, slinthead. You’re so bloody smart”

Something snapped within Minho when I used the word ‘bloody’.

“You spend way too much time with Newt, and I don’t like it” His eyes stared at me in a fierce way, almost hungrily.

“What?”

Without giving it a second thought, Minho wrapped his arms around me, resting his arms on my back.

He brought me closer to him and passionately smashed his lips against mine, firmly pushing my back towards him to keep me in place.

Almost without thinking, I was kissing back. And I was enjoying the kiss even more than I had ever imagined.

Wanting to have him even closer to me so not even an inch separated us, I put my arms over his shoulders and shoved his head closer to mine with my hands.

Our bodies were glued to each other, so close that our chests were touching.

When we pulled out, lacking oxygen, I stared at him.

We didn’t part away from each other, though, keeping the physical closeness.

I let out a huge breath, realizing I had been holding my breath the whole time.

“¿Qué narices acaba de pasar? ¡Joder!” I mumbled, and those words made sense in my head because I hadn’t realized I had spoken in Spanish.

Minho laughed a little and firmly grabbed me by the hips to pull me closer.

“What did you just say, Y/N?”

“I forgot how to English for a moment” I sighed as I tried to recover myself, piercing him with my eyes as I was too dazed by him. “Sorry”

He realized what had happened in my head, because he laughed.

That shuck smirk appeared on his mouth again. He then proceeded to part his lips away to say something, more likely a wiseass comment.

“Shut up, smartass” I stood on my tiptoes and held my hands over his face as I brought him close to me again, kissing him.

My lips over his shut him up.

I would have to take advantage of that.