ohh i get it

anonymous asked:

I have a couple questions ☺️I want to get to know u! 1.) age? 2.) first name? 3.) favorite member of 5h? 4.) sexuality? 5.) sun or the moon 😏may camren shippers go wild lmao 6.) where are u from? 7.) ever been to a concert? If so who's concert. 8.) favorite song atm 9.) if u could go back and change a thing in the past what would it be? 10.) favorite store? Thank you! Hope there wasn't too many questions☺️💓

Ohh I love getting to know questions 🤗

1. I’m 19
2. Just call me Ash
3. I don’t really have a fav, I love them all
4. Hm, I’m not really sure. Bi? Idk. I love who I love
5. Definitely the moon
6. I’m from Philippines
7. Nope, never been to a concert. Someone please take me! I’m too broke lmao
9. I would change…nothing.
10. Any cheap store with nice stuffs lol

Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 

The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.


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Of course I shall not forget L’s birthday www

Happy Halloween everyone <3

My friend is reading TWoK for the first time. She sent me this text, while reading the chapter just before Sas Nahn:

I was feeling like a very bad friend…

A few minutes later:

And now she understands.


It kinda sucks. It really sucks. I like kids and I work with kids and I’m totally used to it and it still sucks. It hurts my feelings.

I didn’t become disabled and get an instant magical free training in how to teach kids about disability and diversity. I also didn’t sign up for a delicate unpaid education-and-outreach job every time I go to the frickin’ grocery store. (I actually don’t have time for that).

BUT. And this is a big butt.

I am actually learning to love it, this stupid important unpaid job that I didn’t even get to choose.

I know I know, I have an unfair advantage because I already thought kids were ridiculous and hilarious to begin with. And I worked with them before I started using a wheelchair. But working with kids and having to have the disability conversation in so many iterations so many times over is teaching me a whole lot about this whole situation! And it got much less stressful after I realized this helpful key secret:

kids don’t actually have a problem with disability.

Especially compared to the adults you encounter who will or won’t ask about it and will or won’t hire you or date you or what-have-you, so many kids have absolutely no problem with disability. Unless the media // the adults around them have gotten to their brains before you, this whole conversation might be alarmingly simple, quick, and painless:


“hey why are you on that?” [“on that” refers to my wheelchair]. 

(whenever possible I put down what I’m doing in order to smile and make eye contact for this. It will probably be less than 20 seconds).

“oh my wheelchair? Great question! I have a disability that makes my bones crack easily, so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair sometimes. It’s just how I help my body be at its best!”


“cool right?”


“did you have any other questions?” [I only throw that in on good days]

“um. nope!”

[kid goes to play]


My advice is to expect Scenario One. All you gotta do to prepare is have a one-sentence explanation of your assistive device / disability that you feel comfortable with. Kids do not give a shit about your diagnosis, and you don’t need to prove anything to them. All they need from you is a simple, casual answer.

I * always * explicitly use the word disability for a few reasons. I used to just casually say “I fractured my leg” which was also true, but kids learn really early on to feel pity for someone who has an injury, so they would say things like “ohh I feel bad for you” or “oh when will you get better” which always made the conversation longer and more uncomfortable. Then I realized I had a lot of power in shaping their interaction with disability (and their response to it) in these brief encounters, and also I GET TO DECIDE HOW I ANSWER! So I revised my answer to frame my injuries (and my wheels), as a normal, casual part of my life. Feel free to use my exact wording if it helps you:

“oh my wheelchair? Great question! I have a disability that   (very basic explanation)     so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair sometimes. It’s just how I help my body be at its best!”

Okay I studied sociolinguistics in college so here’s my geeky little break-down:

  • oh my wheelchair?” ← gives a nice nonchalant “oh this old thing” vibe and sends the message that it’s okay and normal to talk about wheelchairs.
  • great question!” ← teaches the child that disability is not shameful
  • I have a disability that ___” ← addresses the taboo right away, deflating any tension, awkwardness, and curiosity in the rest of the conversation. Suddenly you have all the power here, since there’s no secret anymore.
  • so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair” ← emphasizes the positive attributes of assistive devices. You could also say “it helps me do everything I want to do” or “my wheels are faster than my feet” or whatever you want. Again, simplicity works for you in this.
  • It’s just how I help my body be at its best!” ← hopefully kids are already getting some messaging about taking care of their bodies: brushing their teeth, eating a snack, sleeping enough, etc. This line should be relatable to them and also caps the conversation in a helpful way: it’s almost like saying “this is just how it is” and creates a sense of gentle, positive closure.

My personal opinion on the matter of disclosure is that the vast majority of kids don’t care at all about the fancy name of your disability. I don’t emphasize simplicity because I think kids need to be talked down to, I emphasize simplicity because it keeps the conversation clear, casual, and quick. In the adult world, disclosure is practically demanded of disabled people: even if they don’t ask, everyone wants to know what, exactly, is “wrong” with you. So my choice in not naming my specific disability in these conversations with kids is conscious and political. Not disclosing my diagnosis keeps our conversation out of the medical sphere (disabled people are so over-medicalized anyway) and gives us a chance to connect human-to-human. Some people feel that sharing a diagnosis will raise “awareness” for their illness or disability but I’m not sure that awareness is what I need from kids. I don’t need them to be aware that my bod has wonky collagen production, I need them to know how to interact with me respectfully. I’m not adamantly against specific diagnosis disclosure, (again, YOU GET TO CHOOSE what you say in these situations!) but I also don’t think it’s necessary or important and I think more often than not, it derails the conversation. Especially if you already didn’t have time for this to begin with. Guaranteed, a diagnosis disclosure will add time to this convo.

Often kids will ask what happened to you, assuming that you’ve had some kind of accident. I have a congenital disability, so even when I * have * fractured and had an ‘accident’ and that is why I’m wheeling instead of walking, I usually just casually say: “oh, nothing happened! Same old me. I have a disability…” and continue my spiel from there. 

They will also ask what’s wrong with you (which is the hardest to stomach) and I do the same thing: “oh, nothing’s wrong! I just have a disability…” etc. If I’m just absolutely not in the mood or if a kid seems weirdly aggressive (which is almost never the case, but it does happen), I’ll cheerfully say “oh nothing’s wrong, but thank you so much for asking!” and that usually shuts down the conversation. 

Lovelies, I know how fucking painful this is. Ugh it sucks so much. But it does get easier and gentler and sometimes kids say really goofy things that you get to laugh about later. This conversation is yours. You get to do as you please with it. Have fun. If you want, for little ones throw in an afterthought: “plus it gives me magical powers. But don’t tell anyone.” Having someone look at you like you could be legitimately fucking magical might make your day. 

Hell, you ARE legitimately fucking magical. Go you for reading this and thinking about this and doing you. 



1. I’m in love with your boyfriend.


Also if you like the oneshot, let me know and comment some prompts because I’ll do them :)

SUMMARY: Dan’s girlfriend Ella comes to stay with him and Phil for a week and Phil is shocked by how he feels about it.

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The Lovers Cloud

 The night is still young and Shawn is laying on the bed. His head is propped up on the pillow with his arm laying behind it. His chest rises up slowly and evenly while he stares up at the ceiling. A week before he starts he North American Leg of Tour. This is the only time I have left with him before he returns to Pickering. A day that’s all I get with him until he comes back in August for my birthday and his. 

 I stare at my reflection in the foggy mirror after Shawn took a long hot shower. My hair is in a Dutch braid which reaches my mid back. The shirt that rests on my body looks like a dress compared to an actual shirt. My fingers start to undo the braid while I stare at myself in the mirror. A light red matte lipstick is added to my lips. I should never be around him when I need him the most. When I’m around him all I get is wild thoughts. 

 Nothing helps pretending to be angry or avoiding his gentle gestures when he comes back from tour. He’s irresistible he knows it and I know it. Shawn loves to see the affect he has on me every time he returns from tour. But I love the affect I have on him also. While his eyes roam my body as if it was the last time we would see each other. The ways his pupils dilate and his lips emit small pants of air. The walk to the room is short causing my nervous to heighten. 

The cold breeze from the open window causes my nipples to become erect. Shawn has his eyes closed his fingers play with the hem of his shorts. I’ve never been one to be sexy or be seductive, but with Shawn my shyness turns him on. I stand at the foot of the bed looking at Shawn as I nudge his foot with my fingers. He looks up quickly before casting his eyes back to the ceiling. His eyes close momentarily before he opens them once again in a slow motion. I watch carefully as I nudge him again hoping to gain a fraction of his attention like the ceiling is. 

 I stare up at the ceiling to see what is fascinating about it. A small gasp escapes my now parted lips as I see a mirror mounted to the ceiling. The first thing that comes to mind is fifty shades of grey. A small laugh is heard from Shawn causing my eyes to look down at him again. I tilt my head in confusion before my eyes drift back to the ceiling. 

 "Wondering how that got there?“ His raspy voice asks which is the sound I hope is only reserved to me. I nod before kneeling in between his parted legs on the bed. Shawn leans up on his elbows to watch my every movement as my eyes flickering between him and the mirror. The shirt I’m currently wearing rides up my thighs giving Shawn a perfect view of my black lace panties. The thought of me trying to seduce Shawn in any way has completely escaped my mind. Small creaks are heard from the bed moving near, but I don’t pay no mind to it all. 

The mirror portrays something more then innocence. Memories flashback when Shawn’s European tour kicked off. He bought the mirror to relive the passionate, yet heated moment in front of the mirror in his Amsterdam hotel bathroom. It was the second day for the shooting of “There’s nothing holding me back.” A smile makes its way onto my face as I look back at the memory 


 The hot shower steamed the whole bathroom making it hard for me to see. The lights which illuminated the room made it worse to see and I ended up missing my footing. 

 "Oh” I let out a small squeal as I felt strong arms wrap around my bare waist. Shawn’s face appeared as the steam started to disperse with the open bathroom door. His hand tilted me in a standing position before reaching over me and clearing the mirror. The muscles in his biceps flexed under his shirt with his rapid movements. Sweat was dripping down Shawn’s face indicating he did a hard work out with Andrew and Geoff. 

 His hair fell flat against his forehead losing his fluffy curls. My hand instinctively grab his hair trying to make it curl again, but finding it useless. A low whine escapes my lips as I let go of his sweaty hair. A low growl is heard from Shawn’s parted lips as I let out another low whine. 

 "What’s wrong?“ He asks his hands tightening their hold on my bare waist. Shawn’s eyes are glued to my breasts which move up and down with each breath I inhale and exhale. 

 "Hmm…. There’s nothing there to….” my sentence trails off as I see him looking down at me with lustful eyes. My breath catches in my throats when Shawn lifts me and sets me down on the cold counter. 

 "Ohh" a gasp and a moan leave my lips as I get the sensation of the cold granite top connecting with my heated core. The new sensations cause Shawn to emit another growl before capturing his lips with mine. Our lips move rhythmically together and my legs wrap themselves around his waist pulling him in closer to my bare body. He shudders with the sudden closeness as his bulge touches my inner thigh. Goosebumps rise all over my body, Shawn takes notice and smirks into the kiss. 

 "Need to feel your skin on my m-mine" I tell him as his lips start to leave open mouth kisses down to my neck. My fingers grab the hem of his shirt before letting my fingers trace his abs. Shawn’s body is quick to react to my pleads and takes off his shirt in a hurry. His pants and his boxers are the next thing to go. I stare head to toe memorizing his body just like it was the first time. It’s in these rare occasions that I stare even though I know his body in and out. I can’t help it….. 

 "Are you going to keep staring or actually do something?“ Shawn asks his voice barley above a whisper. His hands pull me close once again which allows his member to tease my entrance. Without another word Shawn flips me over so I’m facing the mirror. My breath grows shallow as my bare stomach touches the cold granite top. His fingers trace down my spine causing more shivers to arise. His hand makes it to the curve of my bum before sending a gentle smack making my arouse grow. The mirror cleared up a bit giving me a perfect view of Shawn. His hands gripped my shoulders hard before moving his hand to my throat. In one swift movement Shawn pulled me back his hand still around my throat putting light pressure on it as his breath fans over my ear. He squeezes my throat a bit before biting down on my earlobe. My fingers wrap themselves around his wrist. 

 "Wouldn’t you want to know how you look like while I thrust into you gently or roughly. Huh? The way your eyebrows scrunch together when I hit your g-spot. Or the way your lips shape into a perfect ‘o’ when you come down from your high. The way those fingers grip onto the bed sheets on the first thrust. So tell me baby, do you want to see what I see every time I make you mine over and over again?” Shawn whispers roughly into my ear with a raspy voice. Our gazes stare at one another through the mirror. His eyes never leaving mine as he let’s go of my throat again. I stay close to his chest moving slightly to look up at him. 

 "S-Shawn I-I a I need a …..“ the words don’t come out as I see Shawn’s eyes darken with lust. 

 "What do you need darling?” Shawn uses the word that has me at his mercy. I won’t be getting gentle Shawn in anyway. His eyes never leave my eyes as I try to breathe in and out. 

 "K-kiss" the next thing I feel is Shawn’s lips smashing onto mine. He licks my bottom lips to gain entrance, but me being a tease I decide to keep denying him access. A growl is heard before Shawn grabs a hold of my throat again and squeezes a little harder than normal. I gasp out which allows Shawn’s tongue to enter my mouth. In an instant he pulls away leaving me whimpering with the loss of his plump lips. His hands push me back flat against the granite top and giving me a gentle kiss. 

 "Mirror! Look at the mirror" Shawn growls out as I waiting in anticipation while staring down at the granite top. My eye lift up to watch his movements. 

 "So wet….. All for me" Shawn whispers before aligning his erect member to my entrance. “Sh-Shawn! Do something!” I scream out as I see he is taking his damn time. A smack is felt as my body pushes forward away from his hands. The pain to much to bare, this is punishment. 

 "Darling you know how I don’t like to be rushed-aww" Shawn’s smacks my bum again harder then the last one. “Don’t you?” I nod my head in quick motion as I watch his piercing brown eyes through the mirror. 

 "A nod isn’t helping your case" Shawn says before another smack is left side on my bum. 

 "Yes" I whimper out as he massages my bum. Shawn’s tip is at my entrance and he enters slowly in which I tense with the new sensation. 

 "Y/N, baby, you need to relax….“ Shawn says while caressing my side. 

 "I-I can’t…. I-I’m trying too” I whimper back an answer. He pushes all the way not taking any of my protests into consideration. His thrusts are slow as he watches us through the mirror. The fog starts to cover the mirror once again. Shawn’s hand reaches out towards the mirror to clear it up and he stops thrusting inside of me. My face becomes visible once again and just like Shawn said ‘The way your eyebrows scrunch together,’ the scene take any breath away as I watch Shawn through the mirror eyebrows furrowed into concentration. I involuntary clench around him arising a deep moan within his throat.

 He stays still without moving and I’m losing all my patience. My hips move forward causing him to awake from his daze. I move back on to his erect member. Swirling my hips in a circle motion and fucking myself on his erect member. A low main escapes my parted lips as I gaze at Shawn’s blurry form through he mirror. His eyes are closed a hand runs through his hair over and over again. Shawn’s eyebrows furrow together and he connects both his hands behind his head. My movements still as I try and catch my breath from looking at the sight. 

 His eyes open slowly looking at me and the place we’re we connect as one. Shawn moves his hips slowly before increasing his pace. I try my best to keep my eyes on the mirror, but fail miserably as the pressure building in my abdomen is rising. Shawn’s breaths turn to breathy pants as his thrusts start to get sloppy. Suddenly my head is being pulled back by Shawn’s hand wrapped around my hair. He left sloppy kisses along my jaw as he stopped thrusting inside my body aching for a release. 

 "I want you to look! I said look at the mirror Y/N!“ Shawn growled out as he gripped my chin to look at the now foggy mirror. My eyes are trained on the mirror waiting for Shawn to begin thrusting again. 

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. Don’t blink and don’t look down for any reason, you got that? I want you- No, I need you to see what I see every time we make love, angry sex, goodbye sex, late night sex and the list goes on Y/N…. the way I see you in complete and utter bliss as you come down from your high. Eyes barley open enough to keep them trained on me. Sweat running down the valley of your breasts. Hair fanned out, when we’re on the bed, your chest rising at a rapid and slowly going back to normal once your orgasm is done. Need to see you watch yourself, can you do that for me Darling?” I only nod and Shawn begins to thrust again. 

 "Shawn! I-I’m c-cl-“ the sentence is never finished as a load moan makes it way through my parted lips. My eyes want to close so badly, but I can’t as I watch Shawn come to his own high. I clench around around over and over again from the overstimulation. 

 "Fuck!” A loud moan is heard and I train my eyes on the mirror again. Sweat runs down his forehead and his hands tighten their hold on my waist. Moans keep coming from Shawn and he wants to silence them, yet he can’t seem to find a way to. A piercing pain is felt in my right shoulder, for Shawn is biting down as he rides out his orgasm. He soon slumps against my now sweaty body catching his breath as best as he can. 

 "You saw it right? What I see?“ Shawn whispers out his voice raspy and groggy. I giggle at his question as I simply nod looking at him through the cleared up mirror. Shawn removes himself from inside me grabbing a towel on the rack. His arms turn me around and lift me on the granite top. I watch him as he cleans me up and himself as we are surrounded by a comfortable silence. Shawn stands between my legs pulling me close to him. 

 "I love you Shawn” I tell him nerves are heard within my voice. It doesn’t matter how many time we’ve exchanged this three words which hold so much emotion I still get nervous every time I tell Shawn. 

 "I love you, Y/N” Shawn whispers back placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. We stay like this for sometime before retiring back to the the hotel bedroom. *************** 

 "Y/N? Baby?Where did you go?“ Shawn directly in front of me a worried look on his face. His arms gently cup my face as he looks for any sign of discomfort. I blink a few times pulling myself out of the daze. Shawn’s legs are tucked under him giving him a child’s like innocence. Almost. A smirk makes way into Shawn’s face as he looks up at the mirror again. 

 "Pretty right? Thought we could keep reliving the memory from Amsterdam.” Shawn says pulling and siting back down on the bed with his legs crossed. 

 "If you think this mirror will make anything happen tonight your so dead wrong Mendes" I tell him trying to keep a confident voice, but it shakes at the end. “Is that so Darling?” Shawn says leaning on his elbows once again. I lift up Shawn’s shirt which leaves my chest bare and in plain sight along with my black lace panties. I maneuver myself so I’m sitting on his lap. Shawn’s breath hitches a he stares at my breasts licking his lips as his eyes land on my face. 

 "Thought you said 'if you think this mirror will make anything happen tonight your so dead wrong’ “ Shawn mimics my voice and adds a high pitch to add dramatic effect. Arms in circle my waist pulling me closer into his bare chest. I humm as my arms link themselves behind his neck. 

 "The mirror is an added bonus, but I already had something planned for tonight” I tell him as I kiss his jaw over and over again. 

 "I like the way you think baby" Shawn whispers before capturing my lips with his. The sparks fly as I tangle my fingers into his fluffy hair. Tugging at the roots which make Shawn moan out once in a while. His lips pull apart from mine as he trials kisses down my neck. Shawn’s breath feathers above my collar bone lips barely touching my skin. Soon enough his lips attach to my collarbone as he shapes them into a circle and starts to suck. I can feel the blood rising to the area where Shawn’s lips are attached. Whimpers leave my mouth as Shawn bites the area and licks the freshly made hickey. 

 "Shawn" his name comes in short breaths as his fingers trail down to the hem of my panties. He looks up with a teasing smile and resumes his journey to slide his fingers under the lace fabric. His makes contact with my bundle of nerves sending a burning sensation to arise in my abdomen. My hands grip onto his shoulders as he roughly draws figure eights on my clit. Shawn’s lips connect with mine in a slow and passionate kiss. Whimpers leave my mouth as Shawn removes his fingers and trails to my entrance. His two fingers start to thrust in me at a steady pace. One of his hands rocks my hips against his fingers. I rest my head on Shawn’s shoulders as he adds a third finger. 

 "Your doing so great, baby" Shawn whispers into my ear as I rock myself on his fingers. His head looks up which also causes me to look up also. His eyes are trained on the mirror as he watches my movements halt. 

 "Keep moving Y/N" Shawn demands and I do as he says. And then stop again Shawn lifts me up before throwing me on the bed. The bed creaks at the sudden movement. Shawn gazed down on me with darkened eyes as he removes his fingers. He raises them up to his lips as he sucks them clean a hum coming from his mouth. I watch as he finishes sucking his fingers slowly opening his eyes. My chest rises at a rapid pace. His hands make there way around my neck pulling me in closer to him. 

Our lips barely brushing against each other causing a crave for his plump and soft pink lips against my own. Shawn’s eyes bore into mine without inching his lips closer to mine. My hand makes itself its way around his neck pulling him closer so we can indulge in a much needed kiss. Our lips move in sync as he pulls me completely onto his lap. He wraps my legs around his torso as his hands lower themselves on my body. He lifts me up turning us slowly as we still indulge in a heated kiss. Shawn lays us down gently before pulling away from our now swollen lips. His hands reach the hem of my panties pulling them down mid thigh as he blows cold air on my heated core. I shudder in reaction to the air clenching my hands onto the bedsheets. 

 "So beautiful and all for me" Shawn mumbles as he continues he torturous journey pulling my panties down my legs. Once they are removed Shawn trails open mouth kisses up my legs switching between each kiss. 

 I was in the bed while Shawn lay on top of me. He mumbled something as his face was on breasts. I felt his lips pucker up then he kissed one breast before moving to the other. I found it weird always. I nudged Shawn’s face away from chest. He wouldn’t budge and continued peppering kisses. 

 "Shawn. Baby. Shawn!!“ I tell him nudging his shoulder over and over again. He pulls away his face red and his breathing ragged. 

 "What? I in the middle of something” he said as he lay his head back down but was still able to see me. 

 "Baby why do you always kiss each breast. Or each hand" I ask as my fingers run through his fluffy hair. He hums in response before looking up at me. 

 "Can’t have one side of your body thinking I don’t love them because I don’t show them the same affection as the other part" he says placing a kiss on my lips. 

 "You are an idiot Mendes" I say in between giggles as I place a kiss on his lips. “True but at least I’m yours right? Your idiot” Shawn says before resting his head on my chest once again. 

 I snap out of my daze as I feel Shawn’s lips sucking on my bundle of nerves. My hands instinctively go to his hair tugging on it and before I know it Shawn’s lips are removed. 

 "Had to get a taste" he says before removing his shorts and boxers in one swift movement. He kneels in between my parted legs resting one of them on top of his shoulder. 

 "N-no condom?“ I ask looking at his erect member and then his face. He looked at me then the dresser moving towards it. I catch his wrist as he reaches the top of the dresser. I give a nod before releasing his hand. Shawn settles himself between my legs again. The only other time we’ve went bare was in Amsterdam in the hotel bathroom. Shawn looks at me once again and kisses my lips as he pushes into me slowly. I grab his hand which is near my head interlacing our fingers together. I squeeze his hand and Shawn starts thrusting into me. 

I gasp at the sensation reaching anywhere on the bed to get a good grip on something. Shawn groans above me as his eyes stay locked on the area in which we connect as one. His eyes go dark and he bites his lip hard as his eyes trail up my body. They land on my breasts which move with every deep thrust he makes. Strings on moans live my lips as I feel Shawn lower my leg towards the mattress. In once swift movement I’m on top of Shawn as he lays down. I let out a small squeal at the change of position. 

Shawn’s fingers dig into my skin as he lifts me up and slams me down on his erect member. My hands rest in his chest as I raise myself up and start to bounce on him. He removes his hands running them down his face. Sweat starts running down his chest as he looks up at me giving me a lazy smile. I smile back closing the space between us and kissing his swollen lips. Shawn lays me down on top him holding me down with his hand around my neck giving it a small gentle squeeze. His hips jerk upwards in fast pace as I clutch onto the mattress. 

“Uh ah oh S-Shawn” I moan out as he hugs me closer into him his pace becoming sloppy and slow. A quick change of position again and I’m underneath him clutching onto him for dear life. My orgasm a few thrusts away as I wrap my quivering legs around his waist. Shawn picks up his brutal pace again although it’s sloppy, yet still deep. He groans into my neck biting down on it as I clench around him. 

 "Let go… I know you want to Y/N. just let go princess” Shawn whispers into my ear. I nod in response unable to form words as my orgasm reaches its peak. 

“Ahhh. Shawn” his name leaves my lips repeatedly like a pray of some sort. Shawn’s close his heart beat is beating rapidly and his legs are starting to give out on him. 

 "Baby- fuck Y/N" Shawn let’s go my name leaving his lips in a small chant like prayer. I bite in his shoulder as I feel him release into me. As soon as he rides out our highs he leaves kiss on my shoulder. Shawn looks up at me opening his mouth, but I beat him to it. 

 "Pill" is all I say as Shawn relaxes once again removing himself from me. He snuggles into my side resting his head on my chest. He breathing starts to even out a bit. 

 "Not that I don’t want have kids with you. Like the song says “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage” I want to do it right, because your special and the love of my life Y/N" Shawn tells me pulling me in closer to his body. I smile as I kiss his forehead looking forward to the future with Shawn. He mutters a whispered goodnight snuggling in closer to me. 

 "Goodnight baby" I whispers back running my hands through his hair as sleep slowly consumes me. 

1D Hiatus: Day 570

* Liam posts a few promotional photos for ‘Get Low’ on Instagram

* ‘Strip That Down’ dance video is released on Liam’s VEVO channel

* Pap pictures of Louis out in LA yesterday are released

* Niall posts a video on Instagram

* Starbucks reply to a fan’s tweet about Louis with a ‘Two Ghosts’ reference, Jeff Azoff likes the tweet

* Louis’ friend Nizam posts a picture of Louis on Instagram

* Articles about the age gap between Cheryl and Liam becoming ‘more apparent’ are published on a few websites

It’s Jul 5th, 2017.

On this day a year ago: #205

This is such an awful thought to most people but if they don’t find anything on a test I get really discouraged. Healthy people are always like “ohh thank goodness that means everything is okay” UMM NO. That means I’m still as sick as I was & I still don’t know why, which means I went through that test for nothing & will have to go through at least one more to find a diagnosis so that I can hopefully start a treatment. I’m not hoping that I am sick…I already am sick & want to get better.