whispers i have a dream

  • Sarah: You alright babe? While you were sleeping you kept whispering Ryan-
  • Brendon: Gosling, yeah. I have a thing for Ryan Gosling so I dream about him sometimes.
  • Dallon: Dude, what was happening in the dressing room? Sounded like you were moaning Ry-
  • Brendon: Ryan Gosling? I know, I got a bit carried away he’s such a handsome guy.
  • Zack: Bren...I heard you singing Northern Downpour and sobbing the name Ry-
  • Brendon: Holy shit, can’t a guy just get emotional about his crush Ryan Gosling?? Jesus!
  • TMZ: So tell me about the thing with Ry-
  • Brendon: Ryan Ross? Yeah, we text sometimes. Actually I ran into him at a Halloween party and I almost didn’t recognize him cause he was wearing a gremlin costu- fuuuuuck.
The Olympians' reaction to Percico
  • The gods on Olympus: *gasp*
  • Aphrodite: so, what do you think?
  • Zeus: Two children of the Big Three? Together? WITH POWER THAT COULD RIVAL THE GODS'??
  • Zeus: *has a crisis*
  • Hades: My son could be with anyone, but he chooses that low-life, horrible, big headed PERCY JACKSON?! INCONCEIVABLE!!!
  • Dionysus: *literally doesn't give a fuck*
  • Poseidon: wait
  • Poseidon: Does this mean that I won't have to get along with Athena anymore?
  • Aphrodite: nods
  • Athena: *whispers* It's finally happening
  • Poseidon: *whispers* My dreams have come true
  • Athena and Poseidon: I SHIP IT!
  • Aphrodite: Thank you, thank you.
Got7: "I love you's whispered in the dark"

Jaebum: in the back of the car, where you decided to end your date early because you were late to your reservation anyway. After walking with no clear destination in mind, you both got tired and he tugged you back to your car. Neither of you felt like going home, and the moment felt so special with you staring at him like he was the only person who’s ever existed. He’d lightly stroke your cheeks in the darkness of the car, neither of you saying a word. Playing soft music on his phone, he pulls you tighter into his chest and sighs contently. “I love you, y/n.”

Mark: spending the whole day on the beach, neither of you wanting to leave and go back to your shared place. As the moon glimmers above you and the waves tickling at your feet, you’ve never felt happier. Mark laid out a blanket and lays you down on his chest, enjoying the peacefulness of the quiet beach at night. He’s never brought someone to this private part of the beach and this is really special for him. “You must be really special for me to bring you here. I must love you or something…” He can smell the salt in your hair as the wind brushes by, and inhales deeply, glad that you can’t see the blush creeping up on his cheeks in this late hour.

Jackson: you didn’t expect the night to turn out like this, as you cuddled deeper and deeper into Jackson’s side, avoiding looking at the screen. He thought it would be a great idea to invite the other guys over and have a horror movie marathon. While the rest of them laughed and gagged at the movie, you held Jackson’s hand tightly. He would just smirk and kiss your forehead every now and then, unable to understand why you’d be afraid of something so silly. “Jagiyaa, I promise you that nothing will happen to you.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your neck and brushes your hair aside. “You know I love you and would never let anything happen, right? I’m right here.”

Jinyoung: running his fingertips up and down your arm, Jinyoung sighed peacefully. It was the night before he was supposed to be leaving for promotions for their new album. After spending the whole day with you, it still wasn’t enough. You’d remind him that he needed sleep as he was going to wake up really early the next morning. But he wouldn’t budge, and only pull you closer to him. “I’m going to miss you so much. I love you, y/n, and I don’t want you staring at any other guys while I’m away, alright?” He poked your sides and chuckled, but you could tell he was sad to be leaving you for a while.

Youngjae: “y/n…. please don’t leave.” This was the first time you had a full blown flight with your boyfriend, and things were quickly escalating. Both of you would shout insults at each other and you’d had enough, and stood up to leave. “Look, it’s really late and I’m not letting you drive when you’re this angry. Please don’t leave, I’m sorry. I love you.” He begged, his voice barely a whisper. This was the first time you had heard him say it, and it struck a cord in your heart. He really didn’t mean any harm by saying those things, he just never wants you to leave and be upset with him.

Bambam: you couldn’t belive your boyfriend. Even after telling him a million times that you were afraid of the dark, he still managed to convince you to go to a haunted house and scare the living hell out of you. He’d let out a loud chuckle whenever you jump and get scared, but quickly makes it up to you and does some aegyo. “Awww baby, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute to handle. You still love me?” After ignoring his attempts, he still drags you to a fast food restaurant and buys you whatever will make you happy. “Well, that’s okay because I love you, even if you’re going to ignore me until you finish that shake and fries.”

Yugyeom: the boys had just come back after being away for weeks, and you couldn’t be happier to see your goofy boyfriend, with that goofy smile plastered on his face standing in your doorway. Despite being half asleep, you returned his hugs and kisses with a passion and he was so giddy just to have you back in his arms. You two cuddled in your sofa as he shared stories of the places they visited, but you could barely keep your eyes open. He smiled sheepishly, but not wanting to wake you up again, he softly kisses your forehead and drifts off to sleep himself. Not before whispering a quiet, “I love you, y/n. Sweet dreams.”

Originally posted by marksonislovely

Here have some markson to fend off the antis 

Dear Journal,

Sirius had a nightmare in the middle of the night. Mum had gotten a crib to put beside my bed for Teddy since we didn’t know for how long we would stay here. I was thankful that she did because Teddy would’ve been scared if he saw Sirius like this. He was sweating, crying and heavily breathing. He looked lost.

“Baby it was just a bad dream.. It’s okay..” I said, my heart beating really fast.

“T-They’re outs-side.. W-We need t-to leave..” Sirius breathed.

“Sirius my love it was only a nightmare.. We’re safe.. No one’s outside..” I whispered, trying to get a hold of his face.

He was breathing really fast. Tears were running down his cheeks and staining his white t-shirt.

“Sirius.. C'mon just breathe slowly.. it’s okay.. breathe like me okay?” I said, looking in his glossy eyes.

I layed my hands on both of his cheeks and my eyes never left his. I took long and slow breaths, hoping he would be able to calm down. He copied me and after a few minutes, he was calmed. His face was shinning with sweat and tears. I just wanted to hold him forever.

“Do you want to go get some air on the balcony?” I asked him, brushing away a single warm tear off of his cheek.

He nodded and took my hand. I helped him walk up to the small wooden balcony connected to my room. The fresh air of the night was comforting. We sat on the little bench and I wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. He was staring at the forest behind our backyard and his bottom lips was slightly shaking.

“Are you cold?” I asked, rubbing my hands on his shoulders.

“No.. i’m okay..” He said, almost whispering.

“Baby.. You can tell me if you feel scared.. I know you’re trying to stay strong for Teddy and I but.. I want to be strong for you too.” I said, playing with his fingers.

“.. Remus, I’m terrified.. If something had happened to you or Teddy I don’t think I could’ve handdled it..” He said, his eyes getting glossy again.

“We’re safe. You helped us get to safety. We’re okay now… Let’s not talk about it okay?” I said, not wanting to see him cry again.

We stayed cuddled next to eachother, lightened by the moon and the street lamps. I brushed a strand of hair away from Sirius’ sticky forehead. His hair was always messy and in his face when he got out of bed. I grabbed his hand and pulled the hair tie from around his wrist, gathering his dark locks into a small bun.

“Thank you Re, for tonight.” He said.

“It’s alright.” I smiled.

He hugged me and burried his face into my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and flet his soaked t-shirt.

“Let’s get you changed okay? Your t-shirt his all wet.” I said.

I came back inside and helped him change. Teddy was still sleeping with his thumb in his mouth, his stuffed animals garding his crib. Sirius left a kiss on the baby’s forehead and layed down next to me.

“Try to get some sleep okay?” I whispered.

“Okay.. I’ll think of you to have good dreams.” He smirked.

“Okay. Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight Remus. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I slipped my hand under his shirt and brushed the tip of my fingers on his back, drawing random shapes until i fell asleep again.

-Remus
May 13th 1998

2

Boss Baby.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 13 - “I lost our baby.”  Filled for @halespecterwinchester

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like it. :)

He only glanced away for a second, distracted by the loud thunder clap and the looming charcoal clouds overhead.
His eyes settle on the spot where Theodore is sitting, only he’s no longer there.  Frantically his eyes sweep over the park, the few kids nearby on the swing set, the adults sitting on the benches watching but he can’t see him anywhere, he’s gone.
He starts running, and calling his name-

“Theodore,” Mike yells, bolting upright in bed, shaken by his third bad dream this week.

“Mike?” Harvey asks, pulling himself up and wrapping his arms around Mike’s sweaty body.  “What was it this time?”

Mike took large gulps of air, nestled against Harvey’s chest while he shushed him.  He didn’t want to talk about it, but the stupid dreams just kept happening.

“Same dream, I lost our baby, only this time it was at the park,” he blurted, untangling himself from Harvey and snuggling back down under the warmth of the covers.

Harvey joined him, nuzzling against him and placing a soft bite beside his nipple.  His breathing was still fast, but his face had relaxed, and he looked thoughtful.

“Maybe I should google what the dream means?” He asked Harvey seriously.

Harvey looked perplexed.  “People do that?”

“Sure,” he replied reaching for his phone.

“Give me that,” Harvey demanded, grabbing the phone from him, “I’ll play Dr Google.”

“Fine, but don’t think I haven’t noticed that you always get to play the Dr!” Mike teased, feeling the tension leave his body.

A minute later, Harvey was humming as if agreeing with the internet’s diagnosis.  Mike shot him an impatient look.

“Well, it says that dreaming that you’ve lost your baby may be referring to your inner child and that you need to take care of yourself, be kinder to you, blah blah blah.  Or, here it mentions a project being your baby, honestly though Mike it sounds like a bunch of crap,” he said putting the phone on the bedside table.  He shuffled across the sheets and threw his leg over Mike.

“You’ve only been having these dreams since you went and saw ‘The Boss Baby’ with Jenny on the weekend, you know?  The baby in your dream wasn’t wearing a suit was he?”  Harvey prodded him and flicked his nipple, grinning at him affectionately.

Mike sighed and pulled Harvey on top of him, the weight of his body grounding him into the now, “Maybe you’re right,” he agreed, nipping at Harvey’s neck, “maybe I just need to be distracted?“  He added cheekily.

"Now that, I don’t need google for,” Harvey gloated, lacing his fingers in Mike’s and kissing him gently on each eyelid.  Mike tilted his chin until Harvey’s lips found his. 

He loved the way Harvey kissed him, it was like he was the last breath Harvey would ever take, and he drank him in and delighted in every second of it.  Mike wanted everything with this man, and that’s when the thought struck him.  He pulled away, receiving a moan of loss as Harvey opened his eyes and frowned down at him.

“What’s going on?” Harvey asked with genuine concern, hands squeezing Mike’s as reassurance.

Mike looked up at the love of his life and whispered, “Maybe I’m dreaming of babies because I want us to have one?”

Harvey beamed back at him “Then we should absolutely have a conversation about that, because I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want to be called pops by my kids!”

Mike grinned.  “I said one, Harvey,” he joked, kissing Harvey on the nose.

“Oh I know what you said, but I also know you.  No way would you be able to stop at one!” Harvey chuckled, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

“Let’s go out for brunch later, and we can discuss the when and the how,” Harvey proposed, pulling the sheet up over them. “Right now, I have some wants of my own,” he whispered into Mike’s ear as he pressed his body against him.  Syncronised moans spilling from their lips.

The End.

Authors Note:  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed drabble 6/8.  You can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s

sext: I have this dream where you are biting my bottom lip until it bleeds

sext: I have this dream where you lean down to kiss me and it feels natural

sext: I have this dream where you are on a cloud reaching out to me and I coyly run and hide, then suck on your finger till thunder sounds

sext: I have this dream where we are happy and fulfilled by each other

sext: I have this dream where you want to kiss me in public

sext: I have this dream where you ask me about my day and do not follow it with an invitation to come over when your parents are asleep

sext: I have this dream where we tell the truth until it nauseates us

sext: I have this dream where you throw pebbles at my window every night to lull me to sleep

sext: I have this dream where I do not try to sell you an idea of myself

sext: I have this dream where you finger the commodity of me then whisper, I want the real thing

sext: I have this dream where I nibble your neck and someone else’s name does not spill out

sext: I have this dream where I ask you what you want and light floods from your mouth into me

—  Dream Sexts, Lora Mathis
Loving You...//(N.M)

*Y/N’s POV*

I woke up this morning with the sunlight illuminating the room. Soft snores were heard form the other side of the bed where Nate was. His hand was over his face and the covers below his torso. I stood up and grabbed a button up shirt Nate took to the studio. The floor cold under my shivering feet approaching the thermostat.

Nate’s yawning is heard but no other movement is evident down the hallway. The lights down the stairway turn on when my movement is sensed by the sensors. Nate said we needed them to catch a robber but honestly I think because he is trying to see if ghosts are real.

The kitchen is filled with plates from lasts night dinner as Nate’s friends came over. Since we started dating the boys allways come to me for advice. I don’t mind since Nate is at the studio or organizing for future tours. Swazz comes for the living room with hairs sticking at every end. I laugh at him and hand him an advil and a water bottle. He mutters a quick thanks before going back to the living room. I start cooking breakfast and make a fruit smoothie to go with the meal. I feel arms wrap around waist as i put the food on the plate.

“Goodmorning Mrs. Maloley” I hear Nate say as he reaches under my arm to grab some bacon off the plate. I smack his hand away making him squeeze me harder.

“Morning Nate” I turn around and peck his lips before I am lifted on the counter. Nate takes my pajama pants from his pocket and starts putting them on me. I giggle as Nate finishes and sets me back on the floor.

“Why did you do that?” I question him as I set the table for three.

“Swazz is here and you are just wearing my shirt Y/N” He says as he takes a seat.

“Nate I know that but I have your basket ball shorts under your shirt.” I tell him a I lift the shirt a little to show him. Nate looks at me before he smiles and shakes his head. Swazz walks into the kitchen and sits down also. We eat in silence before Swazz begins to speak.

“Y/N are you pregnant? I found one of thoses tests for pregancy in the trash this morning” Swazz says it casually like this always the topic of our conversations. Nate looks at me before looking at Swazz.

“Nate I’m pregnant” Nate stands up and a pulls me out of the chair. He hugs me and tears cascade down his face on to my shirt. I hug him back as Swazz congratulates us  in the background.  Nate falls to his knees and hugs my stomach placing as light kiss before looking up at me through his teary eyes. Swazz says he’s leaving but we don’t notice because we are in our own little bubble.

“I never thought I could love you more than I do right. And each day I fall more in love with you than I was yesterday. So glad I get to call you my wife Y/N” Nate says as he brings me in for a passionate kiss. He carrys me into our room and sets me down between his legs. We starts going through our childhood photos pointing out what charcteristics we want our child to have from both of us.

“Nate……” I wait for a response and Nate hums and kiss on my cheek. “Do you think it’s too soon to have children?”

“I dont think so even if it was I wouldn’t care becuase I’m starting a family with my beautiful wife and we have been married for more than a year” Nate explains as he turns me to so I can straddle his lap. We stay in each other’s arms for a while before Nate carries us into the bedroom. I start drifting to sleep as Nate and I cuddle under the covers.

“Y/N, It’s to early to fall back asleep…. Baby” its the last thing I hear before I drift off into a pleaceful slumber next to my wonderful husband.

*Nate’s POV*

I watch Y/N sleep in a noncreepy sort of way. I have all her beautiful perfections and imperfections memorized. I would not change anything about her she’s amazing just the way she is. Y/N snuggles closer to me laying her head on my chest. I gently touch her stomach even though she is not even showing. In nine months a mini us will be brought into this world. He or she will be spoiled with love until we die and continuie spoiling him or her with love from the grave. Our baby is a miniture version of which we created from a night filled with love and only love.

“Nate did I fall asleep again” Y/N yawns and places a hand on top of mine on her stomach. She makes me chuckle at her question.

“When do you not fall asleep when we cuddle in bed Y/N?” I question as I see a blush appear on her face. The blush appearing across her face makes her hide into my chest. I laugh as I raise her chin to look up at me.

“Never hide freom me Y/N. I love seeing the same affect I had on since the day we met.” I say before giving her a passionate kiss. She giggles before kissing me back on the lips.

“Don’t worry I dont think the affect eyou have on me will ever go away Nate” Y/N says as she touches her invisible bump. I touch her stomach as well as I feel new tears surfacing in my eyes. I feel so emotional right now but Just cant believe we mad another human. Y/N hears my sniffles and looks up to touch my cheek with her hand which used to reside on her stomach.

“Why are you crying baby?”

“These are happy tears Y/N. Can’t wait to see what the future has for us after our baby is born.” I kiss Y/N on the forehead before turning her on her side so we can spoon. If I am completely honest this is my favorite position to sleep. I have Y/N securely in my arms knowing she is the woman I have always dreamed of.

“Goodnight Y/N” I whisper before adjusting my head on top of her shoulder.

“Nate its 12 in the afternoon” Y/N says and I know she has a teasing smile on. I whisper I know before hugging her closer to me. We stay like that for a while before sleep finally consumes us. Never have I been more happy than I am now ready to start a family with Y/N.

3

I’m definitely glad to say that, yes, we are still friends. I talked to Ryan a couple days ago. We live close to each other and we’ve hung out a few times — gone to dinner, grabbed some drinks. We told each other we’d get together again soon. Friendship was really important to us when we split. It split was just about the music. It was mutual. We are super psyched for them and they’re stoked for us.

anonymous asked:

Paranormal shit seems to follow me around, I attract it like bees to honey. I have a shadow person who's lived in my house for 5 years, I constantly feel watched and I'm an empath. I see things and have heard whispers but block them out. I have weird dreams and see things, people sometimes and hear them speak to me. They make my candles flicker when I have them on. I feel when they're around. I tried answering one but it didnt reply and weird things started happening.

Sounds like you’re not only an empath, but have strong spiritual strength.

If this bothers you, I’d recommend placing protective barriers around you and your house, and/or leaving out an offering for the spirits with a note that sets house rules. It helps. It did for me, anyway.

If you want to talk about it I’m always here. I’ve had similar experiences (I can’t believe others have experienced the candle thing).

grimrique  asked:

17 >:3c

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

“… N- No!? I HAVE NO DESIRE FOR THAT…?”

“….-Starts whispering to himself- well…actually i do have dreams sometimes about it..heh..It sounds really nic-”

“Wait…no….I probably be bad at it…”

“and probably fail horribly. hahaha… ”

“Though…It’s a nice thought, heheh.”

“AH I’M DOIN’ THAT HABIT AGAIN!?”

“Heh..s-sorry bout’ that;;”

Dreams of You (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

(Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader Soulmate AU) 


Walking into the Great Hall for breakfast, Draco scanned the room with his usual superiority look. After a restless night of sleeping, he had awoken rather determined. Casting the Gryffindor table with a look of disgust, he headed to his usual table and sat down to look at the food spread out for the weekend.

Stifling back a yawn, he felt his eyes drawn to the table with the students wearing the blue robes.

“Are you tired, Malfoy?” Crabbe asked, watching as Draco yawned again.

“Didn’t you get any sleep last night?” Goyle added, waiting for the Prince of Slytherin to answer.

“I did, but…” he trailed off, looking at his loyal companions. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I had another soulmate dream last night.”

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♡ Hanbin: Earned It ♡

Originally posted by fiorajal

Hanbin has been watching you for so long, and suddenly comes in to your dance practice and things get a little steamy ;)

Song: Earned It By The Weekend


 *_*_* 


 The first time Hanbin saw you, you had just joined YG as a trainee. You were very clumsy and you were very awkward with your bandmates. But you had this thing about you that caught his attention. It was when you danced. It was as if the music was in your body, and you just knew how to move your body. And that’s what Hanbin loved the most; being able to watch your body as it moved to the music. It was just very refreshing to watch. 


 "Going out for a bit,“ he told the other boys as he got up from the couch in their dorm. He knew everyone was smirking at him.


 "Oh, are you going to the dance studio again?” Jinhwan asked, smiling at Hanbin knowingly. 


 "No, I’m going to record some songs for our debut,“ he whispered, pulling his hoodie over his head. 


 "And he lies!” Bobby shouted, suddenly latching onto Hanbin, “it’s not good to lie Hanbin, we all know where you are going." 


 "Leave hyung alone, he doesn’t have to let us know that he’s going to stalk Y/N while she dances,” Chanwoo said causing Hanbin to blush as everyone laughed at him.


 "He’s so worthless. He can’t even talk to her when he sees her in the halls. He’s always a stuttering mess.“ Junhwe said as he laughed at a little. 


 It was true, Hanbin maybe confident when it came to music, but he was terrible when it came girls, mainly because until now, he didn’t have time to look at girls and date like normal guys his age would. And it left him to be a stuttering mess when he came to you. And the dreams about you were getting out of hand, too.


 "Hopefully you can speak to her tonight, man.” Yunhyeong said, smiling at Hanbin who smiled back.


 "Thanks, at least someone is supportive.“ He said, before walking out of the room to go to the dance studio.


 ♡♡ 


 He was right, you were in the dance studio just like he thought you would be. But it seemed that you weren’t dancing to a very powerful song this time, it was slow and jazzy. And the way you were moving your body with the song almost effected him more than when you danced along with hip a hop songs.


 Watching your body bend as you did some type of ballerina routine has Hanbin moving slowly inside. You didn’t notice his presence, too occupied with the music to notice. But, all it took was Hanbin to run into a chair to make his presence known. It was silent for a while. Hanbin blushing a hot red and wanting the ground to eat him alive, and then there was you, looking at him through the mirror and blushing as well. 


 "I-I’m so sorry,” Hanbin said, biting his lip. “I heard music and-” You were giggling, which made him stop talking. 


You walked over to the music player and turned it off before turning slowly around to look at Hanbin.


 "It’s fine, really. No need to be embarrassed,“ you said, smiling. "You’re Hanbin, from iKON, right? Wow, this is awesome. I’m Y/N." 


 "I know,” he replied quickly, making him blush again. “I mean, of course I know. I’m apart of YG too, I see your evaluations. And I’m rambling, I’m sorry.”


 You giggled, “wow. This is completely a different side of you. It’s cute.” And he was blushing again, great. “So, Hanbin from iKON, what do you think about my dancing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 


 This was his chance: he could say it was amazing, which it was, and risk being able to spend the night with you. Or, he could say it needs improvement and spend the night helping you improve. 


 He knew what he wanted it.


 "It’s amazing, but it’s a little stiff,“ he said and you nodded.


 "Ah, that’s what YG said.” You whispered. You smiled a little. “I’m not really used to dancing to slow songs, so it’s hard to connect.”


 "Let me help,“ Hanbin said, smiling and walking towards you. 


 "Really? You want to?” He nodded and you smiled widely. “Awesome!” You quickly turned on the music, and Hanbin finally realized it was Earned It by The Weekend, an American artist. 


He smiled a little as you came back, telling you to start your routine. And it was so hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He was either touching your hair, moving it away from your face, or moving his fingers down your arms. It made you very, very flushed. To be honest, it wast every day when the guy you admired was behind you, critiquing your dance.


 "Your hip movements are to forced,“ he whispered in your ear before he hesitantly moved his hands to your hips, "just move them slowly, in time with the song.” Ah, this was so wrong. On reason was Hanbin taking control turned you on, and your slow hip movements, slightly rubbing against is crotch was turning him on. 


 "Shit,“ he whispered before turning you around and pulling you towards him. "I apologize for what I’m about to do,”


 And he kissed you. The kiss was very sloppy in the beginning, thanks to the fact Hanbin never kissed a girl in his life. But suddenly you wrapped your arms around his neck and took over, and oh, did things take a turn. Suddenly the kiss was fast and heated, and hanbin’s hands were everywhere: your hair, your arms, your hips, your behind. He was exploring your body. 


 "Come here,“ you said as your dragged him towards chair in the middle of the room and you gently pushed him in it, quickly climbing on top of him. The kissing started up again, but suddenly clothes were being token off, first it was your Shirt, then his. You both didn’t care that someone could possibly walk in on you two doing this, it was just the two of you, here, now, and that’s all that matter.

 "Here, let me help,” you giggled as your felt Hanbin having trouble taking off your bra, unclipping it for him and throwing it to the ground. Hanbin’s eyes instantly went down to your breast and his face turned redder than a tomato. 


You laughed a little, but kissed him. “You blush so much, it’s surprising,” you smiled. “And endearing." 


 He smiled again and kissed you. You guys just kissed for a while before pants were being token off, and lastly your underwear. Hanbin stopped to look at you. 


 "Are you sure this is okay?” He whispered, and you smiled. “You have no idea how much I dreamed about this,” you said and kissed his neck, causing him to moan a little. You slowly lowered yourself on his member, making you both moan at the friction. And that’s all there was for the night: Moans and the sound of your skin slapping against each other. 


Soon, Hanbin started getting confident as he started touching your breast and kissing your neck, making you moan in delight. It made him happy because you were a moaning mess because of him, and that was enough to being him to his climax.


Soon after you both finished, you both shared a laugh,


“I can’t believe we just had sex in the middle of a dance studio.” Hanbin said, breathless as you giggled.


“Imagine if one of our members walked in on us.” You said and hanbin blushed. That was the last thing he wanted. “And besides, you earned it. All those nights you snuck in here to watch me dance.”


He blushed again, “You knew about that?”


“Yep, you may be bad ass when it comes to music, but you are horrible at being quite.” You giggled and kissed him.


Best. Night. Ever.


I had to write something for my baby Hanbin. The pictures for HIGH KICK were so amazing, can’t wait for iKON to debut!!

i dreamt about this it’s so silly (;´-`;) i think levi learned not to lend his phone to hanji without logging out from his social media first :) also erwin and levi are in college and dating :) and levi draws his own icon :) sorry if this isn’t clear (*whispers* guess what erwin did to have that many rts and likes lol)

A/n: wtf did I just fIND?! Idk what I was possessed by when I wrote this but I reread it and dAMN!!!! Bella fucking smutty to the max, but mixed with some fluff - idk guys idk. Thought I’d post it for you other possessed hornyn kuttke shits out there so y'all enjoy and I’m just gonna smh at the both of us - me for writing it, you for reading it… XD

“You memorize books?”

  The question was probably innocent, but it sounded mocking. In fact, if I thought about it, it was probably a jab at me. Considering the source. The source, of course, being Shawn’s girlfriend. I looked up at her, my eyebrows scrunching. Her name was Lacy and she was drop dead gorgeous, but she knew it. She let it get to er head and she was using Shawn for fame. She treated me like crap but I wouldn’t tell Shawn out of fear of what she’d do. So I dealt with it. Because that’s what I do. I’m the best friend that watched Shawn date girls I know I could be better than.

  “I memorize everything I see or read or hear,” I tell her. “I have an automatic photographic memory. I can’t forget anything I see or read. Ever. Even if I try. Even if I only read it once and briefly.”

  “Wow,” she states. “Impressive.”

  “Thanks,” I mumble, turning back to my book.

  “You’re so weird and pathetic,” she sneered. There’s the insult I was waiting for.

  “And you’re bitchy and fake,” I threw back.

  “And you’re just the love sick best friend,” she shot back. My eyes snapped up to see her smirking. “That’s right. I’m not stupid. The way you’d do anything for him. You’re pathetic. It’ll bite you in the ass over and over again, sitting by and just letting everything unravel in it’s time. Waiting. You’ll never get the guy. Never.”

  I stood and moved to her so fast i didn’t even register. There was just a sound and her head whipped to the side, her pale skin slowly reddening in the shape of my open palm.

  “You will never be worthy of him,” I snapped. “You’ll never be good enough for him. You’ll never deserve him. You’re a snake and a bitch and I actually can’t stand you. Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone, but insult me one more fucking time and we’ll have problems. Back the fuck off, thanks.” I whipped around and flew out of Shawn’s house.

  I avoided Shawn for a long time afterwards.

-

“Why can’t you get along with anyone I date?” Shawn demanded. We were in another fight.

  “Because none of them are good enough,” I stated simply.

  He scoffed. “I’m not amazing, Maddie. I’m not perfect or special or spectacular.”

  “Yes you are,” I argued. “You’re amazing, Shawn. You’re precious and tender and loving and amazing and if anyone ever tells you different or doesn’t treat you accordingly, I don’t like them.” I cupped his face. “Do you even know what music means to people? What you could get if you wanted? But you don’t. You don’t even consider it, because you’re too good a person. You’re so… I’m so blessed to have you, Shawn. Even just as a best friend.”

  “What do you mean just?” Shawn asked quietly.

  My jaw worked. Open, closed, open, closed. My hands fell and I turned away. “You’re very special to me,” I answered instead. “So… important.” I wiped a tear and grabbed my jacket, leaving the house.

  He could never know the pain I felt every time I left that house empty handed.

  He couldn’t understand the emptiness I felt without him with me.

  Couldn’t understand… the love I felt him.

  A heavy and laboured sigh escaped my lips and I closed my eyes a moment before reopening them then heading home.

-

  “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed. My hands laced into the roots of my scalp, pulling agitatedly. Shawn stood there, shocked. “WHY ARE YOU SO BLIND?!”

  “Wh- what?” Shawn stuttered.

  My eyes watered and I went to leave. His hand gripped my wrists in a vice, pulling me to him so my back slammed into his chest. His arms crossed over my stomach and his nose buried in my hair. My body buzzed with his proximity and touch and I was rendered speechless. “What are you doing?”  choked out.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked. “I don’t understand? Why are you always mad at me? Why does me finding someone to go to the wedding a problem? What am I doing wrong? I can’t stand this. We’re drifting apart and you’re always leaving mad. You’re always leaving in the middle of a fight. In tears and stressed out and upset. I - I can’t handle you being like this.”

  My eyes closed and my brain shut down. When this happened, the only thing I could do was quote. It was a coping mechanism, to do this.

  “I wanted so badly to lie down on the couch with her,” I said quietly. Shawn froze, so that I could feel his body tense, pressed next to mine. “To wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I liked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, she was a drizzle was a hurricane.” Silence. “John Green, Looking For Alaska.”

  “What?” Shawn whispered after a while of me not speaking.

  “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, you only get to choose who hurts you,” I quoted again. “John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.”

  “Maddie-”

  “I want to fill every part of you,” I interrupted. “Breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.” I turned to face him, pulling away and backing towards the door. “If you live to be one hundred, I want to live to be one hundred minus one, so that I never have to live one day without you. Winnie the Pooh.” I started crying. “Thank you for being you. For sharing your love with me. For inspiring me to accept myself. For helping me see the unique beauty of imperfection. For showing me that love -” For the first time ever in my quoting fazes, my voice broke and I had to start over. “For showing me that love is something you do ; not just to be said, but also to be shown.”

  There was silence. “Maddie,” he whispered again. I stood frozen as he said my name and he began walking towards me and I skittered back. “Are you scared of me? Me?”

  “Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person,” I quoted dryly. “You are everything I think about, everything I need. Everything I want.”

  “But all this time…” His voice faded as he ran a hand through his hair. “I must have broken your heart so many times, and you just… How did you stick around? Why… What…?”

  “You know you love someone when you can’t hate them for breaking your heart,” I continued. I let my lips turn up just barely. “When two people love each other, they find a way to make it work.”

  “But I didn’t… I didn’t treat you like I should have. I’ve like doyu all this time and I avoided it. I avoided you. I tried to push away everything. We didn’t make this work, you did. I loved you, but not like I should have. I loved you like a friend, when you were doing so much more…”

  “I tried to avoid you, but I knew you were a collision worth having.” I kept quoting because I could communicate this way, since my own words escaped me. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly felt weighed down and tired. “I’m just tired,” I sighed. I’m tired of waking up to the same routine every day, seeing the same people, it’s getting old. I’m tired of waking up alone and cold. Pushing myself out of bed. I’m just tired.” I looked up at him. “That’s my excuse.”

  “I… He rushed at me, cupping my face. He looked so fiercely at me and I froze, not even able to come up with a quote as my mind went completely blank. “Your eyes stole all the words away,” he whispered. Somewhere in the back of my mind that registered that he’d just quoted something to me.

  “My heart is and always will be, yours,” I whispered. “Jane Austin, Sense and Sensibility.”

  “Because of you, I can feel myself becoming the me I have always dreamed of being,” he whispered. Were we having a quote off? This was amazing.

  “Happiness, not in another place but in this place. Not in another hour but this hour. Walt Whitman,” I put out.

  “We were together. I forget the rest.” esmirked. “Walt Whitman.”

  “The best kind of love is the is the kind that awakens the soul and and makes us reach for more. That plants fire in our hearts and brings peace in our minds. Noah, a character from the notebook, written by Nicholas Sparks.”

  “I love you,” he whispered. My whole body shivered. “I am who I am because of you. You’re every reason, every… dream… No, every hope. Every….” He sighed, his eyes closing.

  “You are every reason, every hope, every dream I’ve ever had,” I finished for him. “And no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life.” There was a moment of quiet, where Shawn’s lips only barely hovered over mine.

  “I will always be yours,” he whispered. “Nicholas Sparks, the Notebook.”

  The last word was a little muffled as our eyes fluttered closed and he pulled me close, kissing me hard and passionately. He pressed me into the wall and I gasped, him taking that opportunity to slip his tongue in. He was a good kisser, but I didn’t think about all the past practice he’d had. I thought about this moment, happening right now, between the two of us. I thought about him kissing me and holding me and loving em and it was all around insane and real and fake and weird and amazing.

  He held my face with his hands, touching me so tenderly and lovingly. My hands moved slowly to his waist, my fingers looping in his belt loops to pull him closer as I kissed him back with just as much vigor. We stood there awhile, pressed together and kissing hard. Making out. Then his hand moved down to my hips then under my thighs, tapping my under leg to signal me to jump. I did. He pressed me even further into the wall and pushed me up so that my hands wound around his neck and into his hair, him looking up to kiss me.

  Shawn’s lips broke away from mine to move to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. He sucked until he hit a soft spot and a loud moan erupted from me. I was so crazily over stimulated that I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted this. How much I wanted to be as close as possible, forever, just like this.

  I wanted to marry this boy. Wake up to him next to me and have him pull me closer, burying his nose in m y hair. I want to hear his morning voice as he sneaks up behind me as I make breakfast and snakes his arms around me, me wearing his shirt and nothing else but underwear. I want to have a family and a house and a life with him. I want to have food fights instead of baking and cuddle on stormy night and watch the Notebook because I didn’t know he’d ever even seen it. I wanted to be with him as innocently as I wanted to not be innocent. Because, yes, I wanted these simply, fluffy things. I wanted to be with him in the most innocent way. But damn would I kill to fuck him. To make love to the man of my dreams, so hard that I limp the next day. I wanted all of it. All of him. In every way.

  His arm muscles rippled under me as he pulled me off the wall, taking my whole weight as he walks back. We continue kissing, his hold on me tight and secure and our kisses growing hotter as time passed. More desperate and demanding. Suddenly there’s darkness and a door closing and I’m laying down on a bed.

  His hands move across my body and pulls my clothing off, his soon following after. I’m revealed and naked in front of him, but he’s the same in front of me, and when I opened my eyes to look at him, god, I want him. He moves down, his eyes scanning me as he smiled up at me. “C-can I try something?” He asks quietly. I nod quickly, just wanting him. His head ducks and my back arches as pleasure courses through my vaginal area. I suck in a breath and he chuckles, sending vibrations up my pelves. I moan so loudly it hurts my throat, my fingers curling into his hair. How is he this good at this? Holy fucking shit!

  His head rises and I whimper at his loss of touch. He just smiles and his arms move. I know what he’s doing before his fingers enter me, but when they do, my jaw clenches and my eyes close. He pumps his fingers, curling them and going faster every once in awhile. I whimpering and moaning and I’m a fucking mess. “Fuck, Shawn,” I cry out. My hand clench the bed sheets and my back arches again, my hips bucking to get more friction. “Fuck, Shawn Fuck fuck fuck.” I move my hips on his fingers as I would if it was his member. I move and buck my hips and he curls and pulls and pushes in and out until I feel the knot and release. He lick his fingers clean the ducks down again to clean me up. His teasing sucking and licking turns me on all over again and fuck, I want him all over again.

  Before he can even ask or question, I pull him up and roll us over, me on top. He looks up at me, smirking, and I kiss him as I push my hips down onto his, pushing him inside of me. We both gasp. Too late to go back now. His lips taste like what I can only assume is me. It’s sweet and weird to taste myself, but so horribly fucking sexy.

  Once I’m adjusted I started moving my hips, swirling and going up and down and pushing as far as I can to get as much pleasure as possible. At some point I end up on my back and he’s over me, taking control. He’s in me and moving around and it’s fuckign amazing. There’s a slapping of skin and his hand on my hips and moans and I’m past everything. He moves his hands to massage my clit and it sends me over.

  “Maddie,” he moans. Fuck, I’m gone.

  He cums and fills me up. The feeling of that makes me go as well and we’re both breathing so hard. He pulls out and I pull him close. “Two more rounds,” I tease.

  “I know what you have in mind and I love you for it,” h whispers back. Without any more exchange of words, I turn around and he shifts me and himself to push into me from behind. I scream and he moves in and out. His hand moves forward to rub my clit again and I’m done. This goes a while until he finds my g spot. Fuck, do I screamed.

  “SHAWN!” I scream. I’m shaking and rocking and it’s amazing and I’m lost in the pleasure. “Shawn!” I whine. “Shawn Shawn Shawn. Fuck. Shit. Oh fucking shit, Shawn.”

  This only encourages him as he goes faster and harder and I get louder and higher. “Say my name, baby girl,” he grunts. “Yell my name.”

  Fucking mother of shit.

  I move my hips with him, a whole new feeling as he reaches new places. I’m screaming so that my lungs hurts and it sends him over the edge. Him going over the edge sends me over the edge and we’re both cumming again.

  As he pulls out of me, I relax into the bed. He lays next to me and we breath for a really long time. Before he can really catch his breath, I move to between his legs, putting his length into my mouth without warning. I sucked and bob my head and massage anything not fitting in. He throws his head back and moans something guttural and low. My hands raise to massage his balls and he grunts loudly, twisting his hands in my hair. I go and go, massaging and succking and pushing and bobbing, until he moans something about being close then cums in my mouth. I swallow the sticky whiteness like a good girl and he relaxes finally.

  Left with just a bit of energy left, we crawl up on the pillows and fall asleep. Best night of my life, just to wake up next to him the next morning. I feel satisfied that I’m sore and can barely walk as well.

-

The second we’re both well again, it’s on. We’ve become so sickly in love and so horribly obsessed with each other. The sex is the best thing and we’re both so curious and adventurous.

  One night we played seven minutes in heaven, where we each got seven minutes to make the other as turned on as possible without actually relieving either of us. At the end of the fourteen minutes we were both so horny we fucked as hard as we did that first night.

  Another we discovered thigh riding and I had some fun. Completely stripped and sitting on his thigh, he bounced his legs and I move as hard as possible, breathing hard and getting a surprisingly big amount of pleasure from it.

  Yet another night I told him about face riding, and he smirked. His hand curled over my ass as he sucked on my pussy, pulling ad biting and me focusing on trying not to crush his head between my thighs. Or not suffocating him. He smacks my ass and I yelp, enjoying it all the more. His lips suck my pussy and my hands clutch the bars above me as I scream and bucked my hips, basically face fucking him. He moaned just to send the vibratons through me and I scream even louder, painfully over stimulated and only wanting more. More. More. More. More. I want him to keep going and that night, he has to have vaginal sex too to relieve the need for him.

  We also tried the 69, with me sucking him as he sucked me. It was just as nice, with the others’ moans sending each of us over the top in not time. That didn’t last long at all and we had to return to good ol’ cowgirl to send us over real style.

  There’s nothing like traditional guy-on-top vaginal sex, where I can rake my nails down his back and he can push fast and hard enough to make me scream so loud I lose my voice the next morning, not just my ability to walk normally and straight.

  The sex was great, but we did do other things too. We did have those mornings where I woke up next to him in nothing but his shirt and he pulled me closer and smiled into my hair. I did make breakfast and he did come up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist to pull me close. We could shower together and not be sexual, just be stupid, but shower sex was super fun. We could sleep together innocently, and we could sleep together not so innocently.

  People always loved us together. We were as mad for each other we were madly in love. We were head over heels upside down and sideways. We were gone, lost to the people and the noise, just because we were together. Gone to everyone but each other. He could never be apart for long without one of us finding a way back. I’d join him on tour or I’d clock out early from work or call in sick. I ended up just quitting my job as Shawn had me move in with him and I no longer needed to work. We went everywhere together, and as well got older, he proposed to me.

  The bachelor and bachelorette parties were fun, the wedding was  great, and the honeymoon was fantastic. And so it all came true. We fucked and we laughed and we lived and we loved. Together.

  What else could a girl ask for?

  Cheesy romance novel quotes and Shawn Mendes as a best friend. A lover. A husband.

  Nope. Can’t get better than that.

anonymous asked:

*makes sure prince is sound asleep and happy before carefully separating myself and very lightly kissing his hair, whispering* I hope you sleep well and have pleasant dreams. *creeps out of the room and closes the door quietly then joins the room with Mo in it* okay prince is asleep and I can join you guys no-- holy shit what have I walked in on this is too hot *melts in corner* -Fluffy Ace

Morality: Hey Ace~ *winks*