#justin bieber mature imagines

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

Yeah, so I finished Breaking Dawn.

General:

Holly shit. Holly fucking shit. Holly Jesus fucking Christ holly fucking hell god damn shit. THIS BOOK IS AMAZING.

I am serious. I am not being ironic or trying to be cool or contradictory or nothing. This book is absolutely batshit insanely fucking good. THIS IS GOOD FUCKING FANTASY.

Look. I've read and watched plenty of reevaluations of the series in the past couple of years, and I think we all know by now that it is far from perfect and there's a lot to criticize, but that the criticism and cultural uproar at the time was just pure misogyny and hatred to anything that girls like (a day will come when we talk about Justin Bieber and how the entire world decided its number one enemy was a 13 year old boy who wanted to be a pop singer and was beloved by 13 year old girls but it is not this day), and that Meyer is actually a very good world builder. This reread really solidified this for me, but even more so then before. I really do believe she is a good writer. NOT GREAT, but good. Until Breaking Dawn.

I am not joking when I tell you that this is one of the most incredible books I have ever read in my life. It is leaps and bounds better then any other book in the series. I think the other books are fine and enjoyable, they definitely don't hold the same charm over me as they did when I was 16, but they are absolutely entertaining and even truly touching (New Moon specifically). But this... this is just a different league altogether. This book is mature, and brutal, and aggressive, and disgusting, and horrifying, and reached fucked up territories that few writers dare to explore and I absolutely admire Meyer for this.

Part One - Bella:

It's a pretty short section of the book so there's not much to say about. It's sweet and fun but nothing much more.

Horny Bella is the best Bella. Get some girl.

Part two - Jacob:

Anyway, this right here is what brilliance is made of. I need to find a way to articulate it properly. It's the first time I have ever been so acutely aware of the narrator because the entire narration is in first person and so all the sections that are supposedly general descriptions are an active thought of Jacob that in almost every single moment are being experienced not just by me but by his pack(s) and by Edward and are commented on in the story. I don't even know how to explain just what an unbelievably wonderfully complexly imaginatively fucked up this is. Just. Amazing.

LEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'm okay I swear. But seriously. Leah's story is amazing as is, but it's the room Meyer gives her to be both filled with sorrow and with just pure spiteful rage. I love that she is not perfect, she is not currently nice, because she can't be nice, but a day will come when she might be better, be in a better place, and that's okay because we understand her. I just love her so much.

Speaking of which, I love the new bond between Rosalie and Bella but I also love that it's not entirely a good things? Like, there is a very clearly stated undertone that Rose cares more about the fetus than she does about Bella, and I just respect that? She isn't just magically sweet and kind, it's twisted and complicated and good storytelling (I forgot to mention in the Eclipse post Rosalie's backstory, but obviously that's also amazing).

Seth is also the most wonderful and pure cinnamon role in history and I will die for him.

6. this:

Leah: Mom dropped him a lot when he was a baby. Jacob: Oh his head, apparently. Leah: He used to gnaw on the crib bars, too. Jacob: Lead paint? Leah: Looks like it.

7. This section is just so fucking brutal. The physical toll of carrying the baby for Bella, Edward's agony, Jacob's suffering, Leah's everything, the coming attack from the wolves, the birth... Immaculate.

Part three - Bella:

If there was one Mary Sue I would stan, it was Bella. You're doing amazing sweetie!! You go and be an awesome newborn. We believe in you!!!

All the vampire descriptions are just so fucking good. The whole distractability, the way the new senses literally overwhelm you. I love it all.

You know what? I really don't mind the imprinting. Meyer goes to great lengths to say that it's in no way romantic. It's not the Greatest Thing, but, I mean, I'm reading a fantasy book... my suspension is very much suspending...

Jacob's being an ass again, only caring about what he wants, but it's only for like two chapters so it's fine.

I can't help but love the congregation of vampires, it's just so fun and interesting, and even though we spend so little time with them they are all so distinct.

It's a great showdown. I love it way more then I did the first time. I am still fond of the What-The-Fuck-They-Are-All-Dying???? scene from the movie, but it's intense even without it.

and this:

Garrett: If we live through this, I`ll follow you anywhere, woman. Kate: Now he tells me.

Good job all around. Now I need to go buy Midnight Sun.

[wahaydendotcom]

Thursday, 19 December

Hey, getting over the gig disappointment and actually using it to reflect on the work {I've} done before I ever was concerned with performing irl, or, how do you say... playing live music.

Playing live music has always been an aspiration of mine but it's always been in the realm of fantasy as opposed to 'realiti.' Since I began playing guitar I have always imagined that moment [for me] where a musician plays ONE SONG to the producer/savant/music-master that sets them on their musical journey path. It's like the stories we're told about famous contemporary musicians from Bob Dylan to The Bieb's* (*Justin Bieber) - who knows how true the stories we're told are. No one is told about (or I had to discover) the void of practice and emotional/physical/mental/spiritual support that goes into creating the works of art, music for me.

Sns for the rant/vent. Here's what I mean to write:

Might be reiterating myself, but forever I've done music for fun and I always will, but now I'm seeing that it's that is is also the work that I want/need to do in my life - maybe that's delusional, you tell me. Music is the JOB I want and I get into bizarre places following that desire. The adventure is fun for me and my/the story feels like sagas across periods between parallel universes in multiple dimensions. That's a vain thing to say but writing in diary-style is embarrassing and like burning [toxic] karma I've internalized over my life.

I began to tangent again, THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO TELL YOU TODAY:

I'm shy. I idealize myself as 'the one who works alone' and that's worked for me; but pushed myself way out of my comfort zone [to self-harm] trying to do something public. Suppose I needed the emotional maturity of a 26 year old (I'm 26 years old) to survive this feeling. Were I younger and this happened, what would I do?

There's a lot to unpack there... and there's ~70% of my thoughts. Here's ~30% more:

Reflecting on my Soundcloud this morning- starting to get over sentimentality for my earliest work on their - it's just a website. See how this ~ lone wolf ~ concept has been in the stuff {I've} been doing before I even started sharing music on the internet or anywhere at all.

Now here's the rub:

I'd prefer not to compromise the style of my music for the sake of performing or 'playing live music.' I want to do what I have been doing exploring and experimenting with music, coming up with creative melodies and 'fun' music. Don't care what YOU think about it, my aspiration is to feel music. My dream job scenario is [the majority of time] working in an anaerobic chamber where I can do music like science and [the minority of time] sharing my discoveries and results via the aspects of musicianship I don't understand ie. 'playing live music.'

That wraps up most of my thoughts for now. Feel like I got to 96% satisfaction with journaling/diarying today. If you're reading this, thanks! lmk what's on your mind. Are you thinking about me or what I said? All feedback appreciated

Yours, Will

PS My definition of fun agrees with Spongebob and Plankton in the season one (1999) Spongebob Squarpants episode/song "F.U.N.." Fun is subjective to things people do and enjoy. Fun can be beneficial and/or detrimental. People can have more-fun or less-fun. Fun happens in past, future, and present moments in time. I think harsh noise, spicy food, scary movies, and facing fear is fun.

PSS Take this all with a grain of salt.

[luckydiorxoxo]

Random thoughts….

It’s crazy to think of all the momentum so many young black talent had back in the day, like they had legit people crazy about them and they had a huge impact on not only the culture but many of our childhood across industries.

Imagine if bow wow kept the same momentum that had him selling out Madison Square Gardens by age freaking 16. People acted shocked when Justin Bieber did it but we been had teen stars, crazy to see how many of them are now and so much limited talent is hyper now, but maybe it was for the best both Raven Simone and Bow Wow has done and said things that left me like….. just why? 😂

Bow wow was a decent actor, I felt he should’ve shifted his career like TI I expected to see him mature into a young man with more mature or harder material.

I actually havent seen much of Bow wow's work. I feel like Raven had a bigger impression on me because of the Disney Channel. Some child actors just dont make it.

[askanallo]

what does it feel to have a celebrety crush?

Sorry this one took me a while to answer, I had to think about it because I don't get celebrity crushes often.

It depends on age and personality a lot tbh. For me, as an adult, it's just "wow this guy is hot" and seeking out stuff he's in sometimes to look at him. When I get bored/horny I think about what having sex with him would be like sometime. I think that celebrity crushes tend to be more sexual than romantic (at least for me) because it's difficult to imagine dating a guy I don't know anything about.

Back when I was a teen, my bestie was into Justin Bieber. She was obsessed, stuck pictures of him on the walls, stuff like that. This gets way less common as people mature.

And that's about it for my experiences with celebrity crushes. They seem super common on Tumblr, but this is a fandom-brained website, and irl they're a bit more uncommon. (Not super rare, but a ton of people don't have one either.)

[chaiseao3o]

What I Am Most Proud Of Essay

Growing up as a first generation Asian American, I was raised in an emotionally hostile environment, where I was not encouraged to be expressive. Celebrations were perceived as rambunctious and loud. Mental breakdowns were deemed as a sign of failure. After discovering AP Language and AP Literature in high school, I discovered a passion for literature. Overtime, it became a safe haven for me to escape reality. Books were captivating, as each story I read was intentionally relatable and oddly relatable in some way. Words became animated and intricate stories created new worlds for me to explore. Through stories, we gather intellectual experiences, passionate relationships, charming friendships, and promising dreams.

Creativity is the living, driving force of all ideations and creations. Without creativity, we would be living in a bleak world as it promotes expression, originality, and innovation which are all components of a flourishing society. Many may choose to express their creativity through multiple means such as art, dance, and music. However, I prefer to express my creativity through the art of literature. Overtime, I have resorted to free writing where I create my own characters and plots. This is my proudest accomplishment because my stories encapsulates the progression of my own personal growth. It is a documentation of the cumulative experiences in my life. I get to witness my emotional maturity through the character of my stories as my characters confront their own conflicts. Through writing, I get to recollect the memories of my life and explore ‘what if?’ scenarios. It is fascinating to see the story unfold into another alternate universe and experience a different life.  As I write, I noticed my new-found confidence as I let go of my insecurities through my stories. It’s as if I have developed a new persona with every story I write. Never in a million years would I have imagined literature to be an impactful hobby in my life, but just like Justin Bieber once sang, “ never say never”.

Reading has helped navigate me through different obstacles, but writing has helped me acknowledge my own evolution, relive my angsty tribulations, and celebrate the highlighted triumphs.  Hence, there is nothing that makes me more proud than my work of literature.

[music-dmt]

Celebrating Diversity in Music: Artists Who Make a Difference

The music industry has long been a dynamic arena for cultural expression, reflecting the shifting tides of our diverse global community. In recent years, a spotlight has been cast on the myriad ways that artists from various backgrounds contribute to and reshape the music scene. This article explores the remarkable contributions of artists like Rosal��a and Normani, who have brought fresh perspectives and sounds to a global audience, and examines the significant impact of music awards and major festivals.

Rosalía's Revolutionary Sound

Spanish singer Rosalía has become a symbol of innovation in flamenco music, infusing it with modern urban and electronic influences. Her work exemplifies how traditional music can be transformed to resonate with a contemporary audience, achieving global appeal. Her albums and singles often explore themes of love, loss, and identity, resonating deeply with listeners worldwide. The distinct blend of classic flamenco with rhythms like R&B and hip hop in Rosalía's songs showcases her unique ability to bridge the old with the new.

Normani's Rise to Fame

Normani, an American singer and dancer who first gained fame as a member of the girl group Fifth Harmony, has since carved out a successful solo career. Her music and performances, highlighted by her single "Motivation," demonstrate her prowess as a pop icon and a role model for young women of color. Normani's journey in the music industry highlights the challenges and triumphs faced by African American women in a competitive field. Her influence extends beyond music, as she advocates for diversity and representation within the industry. Learn more about her path and artistry in Normani.

The Role of Music Awards

Awards in the music industry often serve as barometers of success, recognizing artistic achievement and potentially elevating an artist's career to new heights. An artist like Justin Bieber exemplifies this phenomenon. Having navigated the industry from a young age, Bieber has amassed several prestigious awards, including Grammy Awards. His evolution from a teenage heartthrob to a mature artist is a testament to his ability to adapt and grow. His success raises questions about the criteria for such accolades and their impact. For a detailed look at his achievements, including his Grammy wins, visit How many Grammy Awards does Justin Bieber have?.

Music Festivals as Cultural Beacons

Music festivals like Coachella not only provide a platform for live performances but also serve as cultural beacons that reflect and shape musical trends. They are spaces where artists showcase new material, experiment with their performances, and reach a broader audience. Coachella, in particular, has been pivotal in launching artists into new strata of fame and influence. The festival's ticket pricing strategy also plays a crucial role in dictating the accessibility and exclusivity of these cultural experiences. For more insights into how ticket prices impact the festival experience, refer to Coachella music festival ticket prices.

The Economic Influence of Top-Selling Albums

While live performances provide the spectacle, it's often the albums that form the financial backbone of the artist's career. Top-selling albums not only generate significant income but also solidify an artist's status in the music world. Albums like those discussed in Top selling albums have set records and defined careers, becoming cultural milestones that influence other artists and the industry at large.

Conclusion

As we celebrate diversity in the music industry, it's crucial to recognize the artists who break barriers and the mechanisms that support their journeys. From individual songs that capture the public's imagination to global festivals that celebrate these creations, the music industry continues to be a vibrant, ever-evolving landscape. Each artist, award, and album plays a role in this complex ecosystem, contributing to a richer, more diverse musical world.

[officevalle]

Iconic Tracks You Can’t Miss

Music has a way of becoming timeless, transcending generations, and bringing people together. Iconic tracks capture the essence of a moment, mood, or story so profoundly that they stay etched in our memories forever. From soulful R&B to movie soundtracks that give life to thrilling narratives, the perfect song can define experiences. Let’s delve into some iconic tracks you shouldn’t miss and explore how they connect with life’s most cherished moments.

1. The Enduring Allure of R&B Songs

When it comes to timeless music, R&B songs hold a special place. Their smooth rhythms, emotionally charged lyrics, and soulful melodies have been captivating audiences for decades. R&B is more than just music; it’s an experience, weaving stories of love, heartbreak, hope, and resilience.

From legendary artists like Marvin Gaye and Aretha Franklin to modern icons like Alicia Keys and Usher, R&B has always been a genre that speaks directly to the heart. Today, the genre continues to thrive, with artists blending classic styles with contemporary sounds. For those seeking a dose of soul-stirring tunes, here’s a curated list of R&B songs you need to hear. These tracks are perfect for unwinding after a long day or setting the mood for a relaxing evening.

2. The Thrilling Energy of Fast and Furious Soundtracks

When it comes to movie soundtracks, few franchises have created as much impact as Fast and Furious. The series isn’t just about fast cars and daring heists; it’s also a treasure trove of high-energy tracks that perfectly complement its adrenaline-fueled action sequences.

The soundtrack of Fast and Furious 8 is particularly noteworthy, blending hip-hop, EDM, and pop to create an electrifying musical journey. From party anthems to motivational beats, these songs are perfect for workouts, road trips, or just getting in the zone.

Tracks like "Hey Ma" by Pitbull and J Balvin and "Go Off" by Lil Uzi Vert bring the action of the film into your playlist. Ready to rev up your energy? Don’t miss the Fast and Furious 8 songs mp3 download to bring the movie’s excitement right to your ears.

3. Farewell Party Songs: Creating Emotional Goodbyes

Goodbyes can be some of the most emotional moments in life. Whether it’s a farewell to a colleague, a graduation party, or moving to a new city, music has a way of making these occasions even more memorable.

The right farewell party song can turn a bittersweet moment into a celebration of the memories shared. Imagine a gathering where everyone is swaying to a nostalgic tune, feeling both the sadness of parting and the joy of having known each other.

For example, “Time of Your Life” by Green Day and “See You Again” by Wiz Khalifa have become go-to tracks for farewells. Looking for the perfect song for your goodbye event? This farewell party song will add just the right touch of emotion and significance to the occasion.

4. Justin Bieber’s Pop Perfection: Yummy

Justin Bieber is no stranger to creating chart-topping hits, and "Yummy" is no exception. Released as a comeback single after a brief hiatus, the song instantly caught the attention of fans worldwide with its catchy rhythm and playful lyrics.

"Yummy" isn’t just a pop song; it’s a vibe. Its bouncy beat and flirty theme make it ideal for everything from casual gatherings to solo dance sessions. The lyrics, which highlight appreciation for a loved one, strike a chord with listeners who enjoy fun, upbeat tunes.

But "Yummy" also demonstrates Justin Bieber’s evolution as an artist. It combines his signature sound with a more mature, refined style that reflects his personal growth. Dive deeper into the infectious charm of the track by exploring the Yummy Justin Bieber lyrics and discover why it’s a favorite among Beliebers and casual listeners alike.

5. Romantic Classics: Best Boyfriend Video Lyrics

When it comes to songs that celebrate love, nothing beats a romantic anthem. Whether you’re dedicating it to someone special or simply enjoying the melody, a well-written love song has the power to bring people closer.

Best Boyfriend video lyrics 2021 world offer exactly that: a heartfelt tribute to the beauty of relationships. With meaningful words and a melody that lingers, this track is perfect for romantic evenings, proposals, or just showing your appreciation for a partner.

Romantic songs like this one remind us why music is often called the language of love. They transcend words, conveying emotions in ways that mere conversations often can’t. Whether you’re creating a playlist for Valentine’s Day or looking for a song to dedicate during a special moment, this track is a must-have.

Why These Songs Are Truly Iconic

The songs listed above are more than just hits—they’re cultural phenomena. What makes a track iconic is its ability to connect with people on a deeper level, becoming a soundtrack to their lives. Here’s what sets these songs apart:

Relatability: Each song speaks to universal emotions, from love to excitement and nostalgia.

Longevity: Iconic tracks withstand the test of time, continuing to be relevant years after their release.

Memorable Melodies: Catchy tunes ensure these songs stay stuck in your head for all the right reasons.

Cultural Impact: These songs often define an era or moment in pop culture.

How to Build Your Iconic Playlist

If you’re looking to curate a playlist of timeless tracks, start by identifying the emotions or memories you want your playlist to evoke. Mix genres and styles to keep it dynamic:

Add R&B songs for soulful vibes.

Include upbeat tracks like Justin Bieber’s "Yummy" for fun moments.

Don’t forget romantic tunes like "Best Boyfriend" to celebrate love.

Throw in action-packed soundtracks from Fast and Furious for adrenaline-pumping energy.

Cap it off with farewell songs to create a nostalgic touch.

Conclusion

Iconic tracks have the power to stay with us, acting as companions through life’s highs and lows. From soulful R&B melodies to pop anthems and heartwarming romantic ballads, there’s something for everyone. These songs not only entertain but also resonate with our deepest emotions, turning ordinary moments into unforgettable memories.

Which of these iconic tracks speaks to you the most? Share your favorites in the comments and let’s celebrate the music that brings our stories to life. Don’t forget to share this article with fellow music lovers who might need inspiration for their next playlist!

[fantastickkay]

Album Review of the Week: Selena Gomez - Revival (2015)

2015's Revival is the first album from Selena after leaving Hollywood Records for Interscope. I remember this being teased as her version of Christina Aguilera's 2002 Stripped in that it is her "debut" as a mature post-Disney star. I have never been a huge Selena Gomez fan, but when this album came out I was completely obsessed with it for a minute! The overall sound of this album is very cohesive, mainly chill-pop with a few dance tracks thrown in. It sounds very 2015 without sounding too dated today, striking a good balance between trendy and timeless.

The album touches on a turbulent few years in Selena's personal life - mainly the public relationship and split with Justin Bieber and a stint in rehab with a few tracks touching on building confidence - and a few that are just plain fun!

Overall, this album does its job to transition Selena Gomez into an adult and shed the childish Disney ties. It does get a little ballad heavy, but it is very much a solid piece of work!

Hands To Myself is a great track, I love the middle when it slows down and she says "I mean, I could, but why would I want to?" This one is probably the best song on the album for me, fun and bouncy - just the way I like it!

Same Old Love is another major standout. I used to blow out my vocal chords singing this in the car. I love the hard piano(?), sounds like someone is just banging away. The lyricism is fantastic as well, very imaginative and poetic yet real and raw at the same time.

Me & the Rhythm is a great song bridging the pain of going through something difficult with finding an outlet to release that energy and feel something good! The melody and vocal delivery sounds really great as well.

Body Heat is a great energetic and seductive track! The man's voice kinda mumbling in the background of the chorus is really interesting and fun, as are the instrumentals.

Rise is the most 2015-sounding track on this album. The chorus has the trendy quick cadence of the time and it has cheesy uplifting lyrics which was also very popular at the time (see: Fight Song).

Me & My Girls was on a ton of my playlists at the time. It is energetic and sassy - perfect for a dance playlist!

[adrien-agreste-imagines]

(more OOC)

Of course, as a corollary, it's also important to acknowledge the prolific sexualization (both directed towards the subject of the imagines and the reader inserts) that often takes place in this corner as well.

I'm not going to share any examples, but if you search up "harry styles imagines" or something to the effect with any 2000s-2010s boy band celeb and look for a bit you'll see what I mean.

At first, I was going to compare Adrien to this and make the argument that it's as prominent as it is for figures like Harry Styles, etc. due to them being significantly older teenagers.

That was until I double-checked and found that Harry was 16 when One Direction debuted.

That's not too far off from where Adrien is now. Justin Bieber was 15 when "My World" came out in 2009, and Adrien will likely turn 15 sometime around early season 6 if we take the past 5 seasons as roughly chronological.

So as far as ages go, it's entirely plausible that Adrien falls into the same camp as them! Especially with how a considerable portion of his fans are likely younger than him ("M" of A.A.I. is meant to be roughly 11-12), they're going to see him as (relatively) more mature!

I'm of the mind that, if we examine Adrien's fame as if it takes place within the real world (furthermore within the real life trends of fandom space, either early 2010s boybands, late 2010s-2020s myct/kpop, or both), Adrien's sexualization is not only an unfortunate inevitable conclusion of his fame, but probably something encouraged by those that control his brand. He's not a singer or a musician or shown very often to be an actor, so his main "draw" is his looks and his body.

...Of course, this is an extremely touchy subject. Examinations of this work much better in darker Adrien-centric works where the effects of being seen this way can be shown through a character study.

I don't think it's particularly crazy for me to say that satirizing the sexualization of teen idols is probably difficult to handle well and even more so handle respectfully.

If anyone is interested in seeing how this phenomenon manifests within the show itself, a breakdown titled The Totally Spies-ification of Adrien by ilikekidshows explains it well, in my opinion. A lot of the observations made in this piece are reflected in the world of my in-progress fic & character study, The Warm Embrace of Shadow, and while the canon-subtext-turned-diegesis in TWEoS was not directly inspired by this post, reading through it only confirmed things I'd picked up on in relation to the metacanon and how it exists to sell these characters and sell the narrative it wants to sell. It's also not 100k words, so if you had to pick between that post and my fic I'd say the former will be more time-efficient, haha.

....Anyway, that's all to say that I'll probably be light on the more 'spicy' imagines, as we would call it nowadays (fans of yore would likely call them 'sin' or 'lemons', if that's more your speed). Parody is a difficult beast to perfect, and I'd rather err on the side of respect than the side of period accuracy.

(OOC) Going through all of the rpf imagines of years past, I do think it's interesting how many of them are pregnancy/family based. While a knee-jerk reaction would probably be to find it disgusting, I think it's worth talking about how partriarchal/heteronormative societal expectations would lead to this being almost an assumed conclusion of these rpf fantasies.

While some may argue that it's a lot harder to create 'post marriage' or 'adult life' imagines without including this, doesn't it say something that young girls have it ingrained into them that part of being a self-actualized adult is being a mother? That a necessary conclusion of loving your idol requires having kids with them?

Not to say that any of these weren't genuine fantasies on account of the writers, just that they exist within the context of society.

It probably goes without saying why I'm not going to be touching any of that with a ten foot pole regarding A.A.I., at least not anytime soon. Based on what little we can assume (and hope) about the in-universe Adrien Agreste fanbase, I doubt this would be a huge phenomenon, and even if it would be I'm not sure I could properly handle the subject.

[biebsimagine]

Carolina: one

"I know what you want, and I know you don't have the confidence to tell me." His fingers wrapped around my hand and brought it to his lips. They were hot and burned my skin.

"What do I want?"

"You want to be taken. You want to be manhandled. You want to be wrecked and brought right to the edge and pushed over. You want to forget everything else." His words vibrated against my arm and it tickled. I tried to pull away but his grip only tightened. "Am I right?"

A sigh ruptured from my lips as I grabbed the dirty plates from the table, making sure to keep my hands clean. Abandoned food hit the plate as I scraped it with the blunt knife. Even as I cleared the table, I could see two or three more in need of the same attention.

The restaurant was filled with chatter and laughter, and people who were most likely wanting to be served, but I knew I didn't have time to think it over; there was too much to do. There was never time to even take a minute to breathe and regain your thoughts.

Just as usual, that night I did my usual routine; take orders, serve, clean, take orders, serve, clean..

Take orders,

Serve,

Clean.

Over and over again with excessively long hours each and every day, apart from the day off I received once in a blue moon.

By the end of the night, there was a thin layer of sweat decorating my forehead, and a headache lurking in the back of my skull, just like every night.

My apron hung on its designated hook, taking the place of my raincoat and bag, which I threw on as I made my way to the door; more than thankful to be leaving.

I muttered farewells to co-workers and familiar faces, not making too much effort because I knew I'd be seeing them in approximately eight hours.

Despite escaping the restaurant being a comforting thought, I knew I'd be returning home to more mess that had my name carved into it. There was no taking orders and serving, but cleaning seemed to be something I couldn't escape.

I walked home and took my time, earphones in and the world trapped and shut away, because I wanted anything but to enter that front door. I could make a strong guess that I'd find my boyfriend slouched on the couch with the TV blasting; he wouldn't give the slightest care in the world that it was eleven o'clock and people were trying to sleep.

Rain began to fall softly but I didn't pull my hood over my head because I enjoyed the tiny raindrops hitting my cheeks and gliding down my skin. I walked the pavement to the beat of the music.

I wasn't wrong; I trudged through the door to find Harry thrown over the couch, although the TV was off and he was asleep, mouth gaping wide. His t-shirt had ridden up to reveal his tattoos.

Looking around, I huffed when I saw his jacket and shoes thrown to the ground and rubbish littering the coffee table.

I only cleaned the room this morning.

I slammed the door and the man jumped out of his slumber. Sleepy eyes found their way to me and I received a lazy smile.

"Hey, babe," he said, not moving a muscle. "D'you have fun at work?"

"Oh, I had a whale of a time," I muttered, taking my shoes off - almost moaning at the feeling of my feet being free - and placing them beside the door, ready for another day.

"That bad, huh?" He chuckled and I held a tight smile on my lips.

First thing on the list was to gather his jacket and his shoes, hang the coat up on the rack beside the door and put his shoes next to my own. I could feel him watching me as I did it.

"Are you ready for bed?" he asked. "I'm wiped out."

I tried hard not to question what he'd done to be so tired, despite knowing he'd done nothing with his day besides picking up groceries and lifting a beer can to his mouth, with the occasional lifting the remote and pointing it at the TV screen.

"Definitely," I said. "But I have to tidy first." I tried not to let sarcasm seep into my voice.

"Alright, I'll see you upstairs, yeah?"

"Mhm," I hummed, grabbing the empty can of beer from the coffee table. Harry leaned over to press a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

The cans, wrappers and cigarettes were thrown in the trash before I moved on to washing the dishes that were piled up in the sink. I grimaced, just as I do at work, as I tried not to touch the mushed up substances.

The surfaces were wiped down (Harry had apparently spilt something and decided to leave it be) and the plugs were switched off, and I turned off the lights in the kitchen and the living room before I began to slump up the stairs.

I could hear him brushing his teeth as I entered our bedroom, so I grabbed a towel and went in the bathroom, sitting on the lid of the toilet and waiting for him to finish.

"Want me to join you?" he asked with a mischievous grin, wiping the sides of his mouth.

He took a hold of my hand and pulled me up before twirling me around. He may not have understood how to clear his own mess, but he definitely mastered the skill of neck kissing.

Lips soft and plump, they pressed down onto my skin and left it burning in the areas he targeted. His fingers caressed my hips gently.

I hummed, but I could feel the fatigue weighing me down. "I don't think so, I'm too tired. I just wanna get in and get out and get into bed."

"You sure I can't tempt you?" he whispered, sinking his teeth into my earlobe. A shiver ran its finger down my back.

"Uh-uh, no," I said, although my eyes didn't seem to want to open.

"If you say so." He chuckled, letting me out of his embrace as he sauntered out of the bathroom.

The hot water was just what I needed, not sex or any other form of pleasure. The sensation of water sprinkling onto my back was enough to relax me. But I knew it wouldn't last. I'd be up at six o'clock for work in the morning and the time for me to take charge would begin.

But what are you supposed to do when you're in control all day, every day? When you're relied on to take charge and make sure everything is in working order as it should be every single day?

What if you don't want to be in control?

[perkqularkreashions]

Detention

//The One Where Justin gets Detention//

 //Part Two// Part One

His mood instantly changed when he walked into his house, his mother glaring at him, with his father right by her side. Arms crossed against their chest as they watched their son just waltzed into the house as if he own it, as if he paid any types of bills. “What in the hell are you grinning about, strolling into my house at midnight! On a school night!”

“Do you know how worried I was!” His father shouted, his finger slicing through the air as he spoke. But Justin didn’t care, he got a blowjob, not one but two blowjobs from Y/N. His mind traveling back to the her, the way she bobbed on his dick, or the they way she smile when she made him cum. She was perfection at its finest, words couldn’t describe how ecstatic he was.

“Justin Drew Bieber are you listening to me!” His mother screeched out, he looked up snapping out his thoughts of the blowjob he’d received. 

“Yes mom- I was” he stated slowly, she scoffed her hands flying up into the air before slapping against her fuzzy pink robe.

“The school said that they wouldn’t suspend but since they have a no tolerance for skipping, but you do have to serve detention” his father explained, but the words didn’t reach Justin he didn’t care about the detention or being suspended, all his mind could and wanted to process was that he got a blow job from Y/N, not one but two.

The next day at school Justin hadn’t seen Y/N, he was worried that she was embarrassed for sucking his dick, maybe she thought he was too small,not amongst average size. Maybe he came too fast, maybe his cum didn’t taste right.

Justin sat at his desk, twirling the pencil around his two fingers. He sat up quickly at the sight of the Y/N walking pass, her hips switching to the beat of her heels clicking unto the dirty tiled floor. She slid into the seat in front of him, her eyes never once meeting his. He slummed down his chair, his eyes moving to the window, trying to avoid looking at her.

“Hey pretty boy" her voice whispered lowly, he looked in front of him noticed her head laying on the desk, her chocolate eyes staring at him. He shifted slightly in his seat, he could feel his dick pressing against his pants. Her simple look drove him insane, they way she batted her lashes, it gave her the most innocent look. But that’s the trick, she wasn’t innocent, she roped you with her feigned behavior and once your in, you can’t escape only wanting more and more.

“Hey” he simply answered, she pouted her lips before sliding out of the chair. Her body slowly moving about him. She propped herself on the desk, her legs on each side of Justin’s chair. He didn’t notice the skirt she was wearing, how the skirt rode up and when she brought herself closer to the edge of desk, and how he couldn’t see any colored panties as he watched in between her legs.

“Don’t be like that” she whispered, her body slowly moving to his lap, her dress now pooled around her waist, her arms rested on his shoulders. Justin swallowed slowly, his eyes slowly tracing up her body as they finally reached her seductive eyes.

“Y-y-you’re not uh- not wearing panties” he stuttered, she slowly grabbed his hand. Placing his hand on her throbbing core, his simple touch caused her to sigh out in content. Justin’s eyes watched the her glistening pussy, his fingers gently tracing over the slits, spreading her juices against his fingers. His index finger slowly inserted itself into her pussy, curving his finger slowly he pulled out slowly before ramming his finger in. Y/N let out a soft yelp, her eyes close and her lips slightly parted. He’s watched porno before and he’s had sex a hand full of times but he felt as if he needed to do more. She wasn’t same average girl at a party that he could sleep with for admiration, he wanted to truly please her

Y/N gasped softly when he placed another finger in, pacing himself as he thrusted into her. She moaned his name, her head placed in the crook of his neck, her hands gripping on his arm. Her hips slowly bucking against his hand, her cool wet lips pressed against his neck, sending shivers down his body. “Faster” she whispered, she pushed herself back, revealing her sopping pussy, her hands instantly flying to her clit, her fingers vigorously circling it. Justin watched in amazement, licked his dry lips. Her moans didn’t sound like the generic moans he heard, she didn’t use the same catch phrases that porn stars uses or the girls he slept with. He was snapped out of his thoughts with her lips pressed against his, it was sloppy but passionate. Her hands resting on his neck while he still continually thrusted into her. Y/N pulled back slightly her mouth slightly agape, her breathing hurried as she began to buck mechanical. She let out a soft grunt, she laughed softly before pressing another kiss on Justin’s lips.

“Who would’ve guessed” she laughed softly, her breathing still rigid and uneven. She grabbed Justin’s hand sucking off her juices. He grunted softly, he grabbed her hips before placing her on the edge of the desk. His eyes running over body dangerously slow.

“I want you” Justin whispers, his voice husky against her ears. She tugged on her bottom lip watching the him in front of her. His hands slowly pulling on the camisole string, his fingers running over silk like skin. She shuddered in delight. Her stomach churned in a pleasurable sensation, Y/N let out a soft sigh before letting her head fall back. Justin’s warm lips sucking gently on her neck, softly licking and mark Y/N’s neck.

“If you want me take me Justin” she whispers out, her fingers gently tugging on his belt buckle. Without hesitation he quickly unbuckled his belt, she tugged on her bottom lip as she watched him hastily pull down his pants. Justin quickly yanked off her skirt, leaving her lower half bare and quivering. His lips slowly pressing against her neck, sucking on it harshly as his hands running into her shirt as he fondled with her breast, soon her breast spilled over her shirt. He instantly took them his mouth, letting his teeth gently bite down on her harden nipples.

"Justin-" she whispered but was cut by his dick shoving inside of her. Y/N let out a whimper at his experimental thrust, his hands gripping her waist as he pushed himself farther into her. He picked up a slow rhythm as his hips began to pound into hers, Y/N hands wrapped around his neck, while her forehead rested on his. She let out quick and airy pants as Justin dick grinded into her. His paces would change from hasty to slow. Y/N would let out a whimper of agony when he would drastically change his pace. "I swear to-" she whined softly at Justin lunging into her, silencing the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer to her. Her body falling back slightly at Justin's gratifying thrust, she let out a loud sob as his thumb began flickering on her pulsating clit. Her toes curling at the sensation, her mouth opening slightly as she let out broken moans. Justin quickly pulled out, his hands swiftly working to get the girl bent over the desk. Her head hung over the desk as Justin's pounded into her, the sound of their skin smacking together filled the quiet room. Her pornographic moans following in suit. She felt the familiar feeling rush over her, the warm feeling slowly rushing over body.

Justin slowly lifted her up by the neck, pushing her back into his chest. His lips connecting against hers as Y/N grunted slowly in his mouth. She moved away from his parted lips as she rested her head on his shoulder. He cried out her name as he slowly came. He stopped moving in her as he cocked flinched oozing out his warm cum in the cumming girl. He slowly pulled out resting on the desk behind him, his eyes never once leaving Y/N. She slowly settle in between his legs letting her heaving body rest on his.

He smiled slowly, he looked down at her before cheering slightly in his head.

[babeimagineus]

Mistaken thoughts-m

Justin and you attend a business event after not seeing each other for a week, he gives you the cold shoulder which makes you confused..maybe it seemed like he fell out of love?? [jb x reader] warnings; mature, angst.

“Quit touching me” he seethes through his teeth.

“What?” you smile back.

You tilt your head as you innocently keep your hand on his thigh. You know you shouldn’t be provoking him but you couldn’t help but find his reactions so amusing. He had been super busy with travelling and business you two had hardly anytime alone.

The scenery was amazing, a building so structured and built so well, it almost reminded you of an ancient castle of some sort. The night sky was pitch black, the trees were barely there but you could make out the shapes and branches as it swung in the cold air. Speaking of cold air, you could definitely feel the chilly breeze hit your exposed arms and legs.

“Are you cold?” he whispers lowly beside your ear as he places his hand on the crook of your lower back.

You could feel the shiver travel down your spine, not because of the breeze but because of barely there touch of justin’s hand.

Beautiful looking figured women and men were surrounded you as you scan your eyes left and right. You now felt out of place as you lean down to slowly sip your glass of alcohol. 

“Hey!” you turn your head to the familiar voice and see Kendall and Hailey.

After a while of walking around the exhibit of art, expensive yet bland like of looking paintings and structures you finally feel tired and a bit off from all the walking and wine you’ve drank.

“So he was carrying me on his back and then he just dropped me,” kendall exclaims as she continues to tell you two her hilarious story of a recent fan meet story, where supposebly a male fan wanted to take a photo with her on his back, instead he dropped her. You laugh along with the girls as they continue to joke around. You were glad you bumped into them or else you’ll just be dragged along beside Justin and his stupid business conversations that you had no intention of listening to. 

“By the way, i really like how the dress works with your body,” hailey squeals out, pinching the fabric between her manicured nails, “expensive?”

“yeah, it’s a little over a thousand.” you answer back and you twirl the bubbly liquid remaining in your glass.

“Justin has that kind of money, that boy sure does love you,” she says in a teasing voice.

You smile back as you hear Justin’s name being mentioned. You almost forgot about justin, “I hope he does,” you whisper under your breath. Kendall and hailey didn’t seem to hear as they begin ranting and gossiping again.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Jesus stop running away from me and answer your phone next time,” justin scolds you as he drags you by the forearm into the black vehicle.

You wanted to cry and wail like a baby at him. You were the one looking and waiting for him. You try to keep up with his pace as you painfully walk to the car. 

“Justin,” you squeak out, your voice slightly breaking because of the aching in your feet. He narrows his eyes to your for a moment as soon as he hears the tone in your voice. “My feet. It hurts.” He quickly and effortlessly scoop you up bridal style and opens the door, placing you carefully before getting in as well.

You weren’t sure if Justin still loved you like before, you were scared he had moved on. You hadn’t seen him in a week and a half and during the time apart you two barely spoke or facetimed. You had been super busy with college as well as managing a partime job, even though he insisted you he could cover all your financial issues even though you knew he could easily do that, you still wanted a normal life despite being in a relationship with a rich billionaire. Most of the times when you would call him he would quickly excuse himself because of a ‘meeting with important people’ but whenever he calls you, he always expects you to answer his call. “Ugh that stupid idiotic-”

The sounds of water droplets rang through your ears, awakening you from your sleep. The feeling of silk and satin sheets run through your fingers, the warmth of the soft blankets covering over almost bare body. You run your hand at your body, mentally sighing as you realise you weren’t fully nude and was probably wearing one of Justin’s tshirts. “You’re awake.” 

You snap your direction to the man walking into the bedroom freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his torso, your eyes follow and he paces out of the door once again and down the stairs, despairing from your sight. You sigh out as you lay flat back onto the bed, making a ‘oof’ sound, wow this bed was so comfortable. Did he change his mattress or something?

You feel the bed sudden droop down the side, indicating justin was back and seated next to you. You watch as he holds out a glass of water with a small white pill. You sit up and take the single pill, along with the glass and do as directed. Did this show he cared? You gently place the glass on the side table and cross your legs, playing with your feet, which was a habit you had when you were nervous. 

“Nervous are we babygirl?” He says as he reaches and tucks a heavy strand off hair to the back of your ear, since your posture and leaning caused your messy hair to drape like a curtain around your face. He reaches to the back of your neck and cups your face, gently as ever and plants a single kiss below your ear. As soon as you thought it was over and you two could sleep, he starts to suck a little harsher, the kisses going lower. 

“Can we finish what you started in the car?” he mutters as he lays his head into your shoulder causing his slightly damp golden locks to tickle your chin and nose. You don’t reply for a moment, you weren’t sure why, maybe it was just because you were so shocked at how tonight escalated, just a moment ago you were doubting whether he still loved you, just back at the event justin was scolding you, ignoring you, this made your heart ache and the hole was still there, bleeding almost, you were crying to be loved by this man. 

“Baby?” he mumbles against your shoulder when he realises you have not responded yet, “are you ok? You seem a bit… out of place.” 

Your heart drops and you dont know why you couldn’t respond back to him, you loved him, you were now going to show him just how much. 

Soft as ever could be, the clean skin of his upper body smooths against your fingertips, you take your time as you feel the structured abs on his glorious body. You quickly get up and sit on his lap, your front body rubbing against his bare one. 

“Are you sure you still have the energy to do this?” justin laughs as you start to pepper kiss his neck, “not long ago you were just passed out.” 

You grind your hips against his towel, the thin fabric of your panties were so thin and transparent you could basically feel the whole length of his erection, not to mention the amazing thick texture of his towel. You angle your clit as you began to rock your hips at a steady pace, the fire quickly igniting between you two, the room suddenly suffocating in heat and lust. 

A large pair of hands suddenly coming to your waist and he steadies your grinding, “fuck-Ugh stop for a moment,” he growls out as tries to hold you steady. You really needed to orgasm and you were so desperate after ages of not seeing him, you wanted to share something intimate and he wanted you to stop? 

“Really? “ you breathe out, a verge of tears appearing, you really needed to cum and you were so stressed and angry with justin you couldn’t help but cry. Justin had his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the wall so he couldn’t see your eyes. 

“Stop babygirl, i’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.” he breathes out as he bites down on his pink lips you now wanted to kiss so badly. 

You feel anger get the better of you and as if your hands had mind of their own, you swiftly reach in between your bodies and remove his towel, leaving him bare. Justin’s eyes flash open in surprise at the action. He first noticed the towel being removed but then his eyes travelled to your face. 

“Babe. You’re crying?” 

Before he could react, you grab a hold of his cock, he was so hard and stiff you moan out as you start to pump his length in your hand. Justin groans out loud as he starts to react by shifting his hips at your hand, trying his best to thrust into your fingers, despite you sitting on top of him. You inwardly smile as this showed you justin needed this more than you thought, you loved seeing him desperate for your touch. He starts to twitch in your fingers, the precum from his tip leaking all over your pumping hand making it so much easier to move smoothly, you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight. 

“Ugh-f-fucking hell. Im not gonna last,” he groans out into your ear making you smile as he sounded shaky and breathless. 

You wanted to make him loose control so bad, almost to punish him for not calling you even though that sounds childish you didnt really care. 

Without thinking, you hold his length and shove him into your core. You both moan at the same time, the action taking you both by surprise. He detaches his hands from your waist and grip tightly onto the bedsheets causing his knuckles to turn white. Justin was using all the self control he had to prevent himself from letting go. 

“F-f-fuck. So tight.” he grunts out as you start to move your hips a bit. 

Despite not having any action the past week, you tried your best to adjust with his size but it felt so constricted it didn’t really feel as pleasurable as the other times you’ve had sex. 

You hold onto his broad shoulders as you use it to help yourself rock back and forth, suddenly loving how he felt inside of you, you speed up a tad. 

“Im cumming,” you snap your eyes opening at his words, you see the way he had his pink lips turning white from how hard he was biting them, how his forehead was now sweating and hair flopped against his forehead, everything telling you he had good sex. 

You bite your lip happily. He moves his hips up, trembling his thighs as you feel his cock twitching inside your core. You move your eyes down at the sight, taking in how beautiful he looked like this, how much you missed the sight. He wails out in pleasure as he lets go, his seed warm inside of you, filling you up. 

Narrowing your eyes down, you could see how his lower stomach clenched and unclenched, how his chest the heaving up and down so fast like he ran a thousand miles. 

He stays like that for a while, trying to catch his breath. You get off his length, carefully, taking a seat on his thighs. You squint your eyes in disgust as you watch the string of arousal mixed across his thighs. Before you could get up and clean it off, your back was suddenly being met with the mattress. 

“Let me return the favour babygirl,” he says with a huge smile. 

 He intertwines your fingers with his large ones as he pins you down.

“My beautiful baby,” he mumbles in a loving voice as he sucks down on your neck.

[nochillzone-uxv]

Yuh Hearddd

[marshallsgirl]

I won't let anyone hurt you

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Summary: y/n went to the spa and two men attacked her.  

Warnings: 🔞MATURE READ AT YOU OWN RISK

Songs you can listen to while reading this: 2U-David Guetta, Justin Bieber.

Author's note: I got inspired by CSI Miami. Maybe no one will read it, but that's okay. I wanted to post it in here so that when I'm old I can come back here to read it and laugh and feel proud of myself and my crazy thoughts.

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I had a really hard week. I've been so stressed about stuff at work. I didn't have Marshall to keep me company and make me forget about the whole world because he was working in California. So I decided I needed to take a break. I needed to relax. And I went to this great spa but first I texted Marshall just to let him know my plans so that he won't get worry about me not answering my phone.

"Thats great, babe. Call me when you get back home" he texted back.

Just imagining the great time I was about to have it made me feel happy.

So, I'm at the spa right. I'm wearing my swimwear underneath the robe and I feel so ready to be relax. I said hello to the other girls that were there. I was about to spend some time in the pool when out of nowhere two men wearing masks entered and they started shouting.

"All right, ladies! Everyone up!" Shouted one of them

"On you feet! Move it!" Shouted the other

I looked at them. I was really angry now. Why the fuck do they wanted to ruin my day!? The girls were screaming. They were really scared. Where were the fucking security of this place? Shit. One of the men got close to me.

"I said move!", shouted to me and pushed me. I fell down on the floor and I hit my head. I didn't feel pain. I got up and joined the other girls.

"Everyone in the lockers!" shouted the men

Fuck, they are gonna rob us. Fuck them. I won't let that shit happen. I'm furious now, man. Don't fucking mess with me.

"Come on now! Get in there now!" They continued screaming at us. "I want this lockers open now!"

All the girls obeyed them. Fuck. I was angry and I wanted to do something but I didn't want to hurt anyone, I started thinking. My purse was in my locker and inside of it I have a gun. Protection purpose. I had never use it before. Maybe today is gonna be the day.

" I want your purses in my bag and your keys in my hand!" they said.

Oh, fuck no! You won't take my car you bastards. I open my locker and got my gun ready. I can hear them getting close to me. They are both close to me. I don't see any guns in them. So, I'm gonna be fine, right? I looked over my shoulder and I saw another girl. She got pepper spray in her hand and she is getting ready too.

The man touched her shoulder. We were both facing our lockers. The other man touched my shoulder as well.

"Hurry up and give me that" said the man without knowing what she actually had in her hand.

"You, where's your key?" asked the other man to me.

I looked at the girl next to me. We both nodded and turned to face the men. I pulled the trigger at the same time the girl next to me shotted the pepper spray to the other man.

The man I shotted is laying on the floor. And the other man runs away.

Soon the police were there and the media too. I wanted to call Marshall but the police men kept asking me questions and then paramedics were all over me because I had blood on my face from when I fell earlier. I was fine. I didn't feel pain but they insisted in me to go to the hospital. I kept on telling them I need to call my man but they didn't listened to me. They took me to the hospital. I begged a nurse to let me call Marshall and she lent me her phone, but Marshall didn't answer. Hours passed and I was still in the hospital

"I'm fine. I wanna go now" I said

"Please, just wait we need to do a few more exams just to make sure everything is fine. Is a busy day today, please be patient" said the nurse and just as she finished her sentence I hear Marshall's voice. Could it really be him?

"There you are!" he said as he saw me laying down in the litter. "Y/n", I sat down in the litter. He started kissing me. He kissed my chest, my shoulder, my neck, every part of me that he could reach.

“You good?” he demanded between kisses. “Did they hurt you at all?”

"I am absolutely fine now" I promised and cupped his face in my hands. "The one day I decided to pamper myself, right?" His eyes went straight to the gash over my eye.

"Y/n, I don't like the look of that"

"I'm fine"

"Did they check you out?"

"Babe, I'm fine" I said

"Tell me what happened" he demanded.

" They were suddenly there and...I keep seeing them, you know, those masks..."

Marshall's arms tightened around me.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I wasn't there"

"You are here now", I let myself absorb that for a moment, let it sink in and settle in my head. I was finally with Marshall.  I was safe now. "How did you know what happened?" I asked

"I saw it on the news"

"You know I used my gun?", He looked at me smiling

"That's my girl" he said and kissed me again.

When we got back home we went straight to the bedroom. We cuddled in bed until Marshall got a call and he left the room. That was weird. Normally he doesn't has a problem with me overhearing him while he is on the phone. He returned with a triumphant smile. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on top of me. He started kissing me. He kissed me so passionately. He kissed my neck. He bited me. He left open kisses on my neck. I could felt his delicius tongue making his way to my chest.

"Whats got into you?" I asked moaning and he looked up at me.

"Want me to be careful?" he said while he removed my clothes so that I was just wearing my bra and panties.

"Answer me!" I demanded

"I want to fuck you, babe" he answered and started to kiss me again. He press his lips with my lips in the most delicious way. His tongue and mine are dancing together. It's my turn to take off all his clothes. Kissing again my neck I feel him leaving marks. He made his way to my breasts. With one hand he took off my bra then cupped my breasts, my nipples pucker at his touch. I lifted my arms and putted them around Marshall's head. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, sexy hair. He's sucking my nipples making them to extend. I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert mouth.

"You like this, babe?"

"Yeah"

He sucked them a bit more and then his fingers hooked into my panties and slide my panties down my legs and off. Gently, he cups my sex, brushing his thumb across my clitoris and making me cry out. Slowly, he inserts one, then two fingers inside me. I groan and thrust my hips forward,

eager to meet his fingers and the palm of his hand. He circles his fingers inside me, around and around, while his thumb strokes my clitoris, back and forth, once more.

“Ah, I'm close” I groan, while Marshall’s fingers continue to move inside me . "I need you" I breathe

And in one swift move he buries himself inside me.

“Ah!” I cry out, not from any pain, but from surprise at his alacrity. He groans, and his lips find mine again as he pushes into me, over and over, his tongue possessing me, too. He moves frantically and I meet him thrust for thrust, welcoming him.

“y/n, come with me” he growls and those are my words. My eyes shut as my body tightens at the low sound of his voice, and I come loudly, spiraling into an intense climax and he comes powerfully, pouring himself into me, his face strained, his body rigid, before he collapses with his full weight onto me, panting. We stayed like that many minutes. Finally he shakes his head and leans up on his elbows, taking someof his weight. He gazes down at me as if seeing me for the first time.

"Fuck, I love you" he bends and kisses me tenderly

"I love you too, Marshall"

We cuddled again. And I couldn't stop thinking that I really love him. I'm his and he is mine. I feel so lucky.

"Sleep" he orders

I feel so relaxed. This is what I needed. Soon I felt asleep.

"I took care of the asshole that ran away. I won't let anyone hurt you" Marshall whispered.

[jayflrt]

how to un-hate your summer fling

PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ implied smut, fluff if you squint, lowkey friends to enemies to lovers, friends with benefits au, summer romance au, frat boy au

WARNINGS ▸ suggestive content, profanity, fuckboy!jay, more like frat boy with fuckboy tendencies and a soft boy lean, making out, grinding

SUMMARY ▸ jay park had trouble written across his forehead, and you were well aware that making out with him behind locked doors was a terrible idea. yet, that never stopped either of you.

PLAYLIST ▸ peaches by justin bieber (ft. daniel caesar and giveon)

WORD COUNT ▸ 2689 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i was writing this as a summer romance au originally and then @baekhyuns-lipchain​ mentioned frat boy au so i went !! (btw i will still get that frat boy heeseung one done)

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, YOU HATED SUMMER.

Many would argue that summer was the best season of the year. You, however, never liked the season one bit. Sure, school was over and you finally had a break from your dismal college courses, but summer vacation meant driving up to the Calliope Resort with your sorority.

One would argue: what wasn’t there to like about summer? There was the burning sand speckled with shells and rocks; the cool ocean waves leaving behind alabaster-colored spume and the salty sea breeze; the cerulean blue sky with fluffy white clouds floating about; and the sunsets that made you hate summers just a little less because of the vibrant colors that glowed beyond the horizon.

What you absolutely despised about summer, though, was not the scalding waves of heat nor the chattering seagulls circling around in groups.

No, your grudge against summer solely resided in one individual. One individual that made your blood roil in your gut and your toes curl.

That one individual was Park Jongseong, or, as he liked to be called, Jay.

The guy was all the craze, his name buzzing around your college campus like wildfire. Rumor had it that he couldn’t go one party without a girl ending up in his bed. This was, of course, a lie, but you supposed Jay didn’t mind rumors that stroked his ego. Your sorority always went on mini-retreats with Jay’s fraternity, which never did you any favors because you were stuck seeing him for good.

Your family and Jay’s had been close since before the two of you were born. Hence, you spent a majority of your childhood with him. Jay used to look and act like a complete nerd before he hit adulthood. Whenever you went over to his house, he would lock himself up in his room and binge One Piece. He seemed to have no interest in you whatsoever, only mustering a few words of acknowledgement if his mother forced him to.

When you and Jay hit legal age, however, you noticed a great shift. He was different even in his aura. He cleaned up his act and started paying more attention to his skin, hair, and fashion. He even tanned a little over the summer with a warm glow across his skin. This resulted in a glow-up that was beyond your imagination.

Jay looked hot.

You didn’t fall behind, though. You had matured as well, and maybe you were a little too eye-catching for your own good because Jay seemed to set his sights on you.

It was inevitable that you and Jay wouldn’t be as close as you were before. While that was true to an extent, you did end up getting close to Jay in a way you didn’t expect.

Your relationship with Jay took a giant turn during your last summer at another sorority-frat retreat. The chemistry between you and Jay was electric, each shared moment sending sparks down your spine. You thought nothing would happen anyway, but Jay surprised you by kissing you behind a tree during a bonfire. Thus, your no-strings, confusing relationship with Jay kicked off, and consisted of just sneaking around and getting as much physical contact as possible.

But, just when you thought things were smooth sailing, your blissful summer ended.

You and Jay lost contact.

It was true that you never put any labels on your relationship. You were hardly friends more than you were simply associated because of your parents, so there was just an unspoken connection between you two. Jay was a painfully honest person, so you expected some sort of answer as to how far he wanted to take things with you, but he stayed silent.

What hurt the most was that Jay didn’t even try to contact you afterward. He treated you like some cheap fling that he found convenient. The only interaction you had with him were drunken comments passed around at parties and awkward glances over shots of vodka. So, despite the crystalline water and cute lifeguards, you dreaded summer.

“Y/N, you're not staying in the car,” your best friend said, frustrated with your stubborn behavior. “We have to check into the hotel together, or I’m not letting you take the single bedroom.”

“Fine, fine!” you exclaimed, getting out of the car and fixing your hair. “Just make sure you hide me if we see Jay,” you said, your voice dropping to a mumble at the end.

Thankfully, your friend didn’t hear your comment, so you skillfully avoided further questioning. She had occupied herself with trying to flag down any other members of your sorority or the frat. You begrudgingly followed behind her when she started speed-walking to catch up to the three figures in the distance.

Jay and two of his friends stopped on the shore, waiting for you and your best friend to catch up. Jay turned away and looked toward the sea. He was something out of a magazine—probably something pre-teen that you would’ve gushed over when you were twelve.

While your friend was chatting away with Jay’s friend, you stood next to Jay, stiff and mildly uncomfortable. Neither of you made any attempt to close the distance.

Jay spoke up first, “Enjoying the view?”

He pushed his hair back with a hand. You weren’t a big fan of the guy, but you had to admit he looked dreamy with the sun shining down on him, making his skin glow.

“I guess,” you mumbled. “The water’s pretty.”

Jay laughed, crisp and clear, turning to you with a smile tugging at his lips. “The water? I’m talking about me.”

You had no time to object to his clarification when your friend spoke up.

“Let’s head to our rooms,” she said. “Y/N, are you sure you’re okay with being alone in a single?”

“Of course.”

In actuality, you weren’t too keen on being in a room by yourself. That was going to make it a little too easy for you to shut yourself out from the outside world and spend your vacation in the hotel bed. However, there was one benefit to the dilemma: your room was far too small to be the designated hang-out spot. 

You glanced over your shoulder at Jay, who was listening to his friends converse as he looked down at the sand. 

You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

You were unpacking your suitcase when a knock came at your door. Two slow ones, two fast ones, and one slow one.

That was Jay’s signature knock.

Your blood went cold and your feet felt frozen in place. You stupidly stared at the door like an idiot until you snapped back into reality when you realized you were leaving him hanging. After kicking the lid of your suitcase closed, you made your way to the door and opened it. You were a bit surprised to see him there, all flesh and bones, even though you knew it was going to be Jay.

“Can I come in?” was the first question he asked. No ‘hello, it’s been a while,’ no ‘how are you?’—nothing.

You responded by opening the door a little wider to let him in. Jay seemed pleasantly surprised by the invitation and walked in, glancing around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time (which he wasn’t because all the rooms had similar layouts). The excitement of having a room to yourself dissipated and you were left worrying over what your old summer fling was here for.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you be unpacking in your own room?”

“Ouch. Cold.” Jay laughed lightly at your reaction and turned to face you. He moved closer to close the distance but you instinctively stepped backward. “I just wanted to see you.”

You were not going to rekindle whatever you had with Jay. To you, he was just another spoiled frat boy who came over every year to complain about his towels not being preheated and not being able to reserve a pool chair. You were definitely not thinking about his lips on yours or your legs around his waist.

“You ghosted me,” you reminded bitterly, “and now you want to see me?”

Jay leaned back against the wall, taking a sudden interest in his shoelaces. “I wasn’t trying to ghost you, per se—”

“Really now? Then what was it? An indirect friend-zone?” you asked, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“I didn’t think you wanted to start anything.”

The both of you fell silent at his words. That was exactly what you had thought this entire time. His unresponsiveness put you under the impression that he wanted nothing to do with you, but was it really that he just didn’t know what to say? Was he truly just being conscious because of you?

Jay Park was much like the sea—unpredictable, mysterious, bold. You could never tell what was really on his mind. There were slip-ups, of course, but most of the time, he was an enigma.

You were in disbelief that you were making the Jay Park flustered.

“I didn’t think you wanted to start anything,” you responded. “I mean, last summer was… really fun, and I thought you just wanted to fool around while I was conveniently around.”

Jay cleared his throat. “I guess we’ve both had our misunderstandings.” He met your gaze with his sharp one and asked, “Can we start over?”

You supposed you couldn’t keep holding onto your year-long grudge. It only twisted more and more painfully in your chest the longer you allowed it to prick you. You felt bitter about forgiveness since you just wanted to find any excuse to dislike Jay, but he had given you exactly what you wanted: an explanation.

“As friends,” you agreed.

Jay grinned. “Friends it is.”

Whatever possessed you to think that you could ever be nothing more than friends with Jay Park was kicking you in the ass right now.

You were currently pinned up against a shelf in some random storage closet, Jay’s lips slotted with yours and his hands travelling up and down your body. You felt a bit uncomfortable with the shelves against your back, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around Jay’s neck and pulling him unbearably closer.

Jay groaned into the kiss, hips shifting against yours until he got frustrated and shoved his knee between your legs. He didn’t help matters when he moved his hands so one was groping your chest and the other was sliding down between your thighs. You were finding it hard to breathe with all the attention he was giving you. Each tug of his hair and roused whimper from you only encouraged Jay.

It was probably your fault for looking so excited about the CPR training workshop that was going on in the resort’s lobby. Upon seeing your reaction, Jay took the liberty of signing you and him up to practice giving mouth-to-mouth on mannequins. You had no idea why he was hanging around you like a fruit fly, but you figured swatting him away would only make him more annoying.

After a while, Jay seemed to grow jealous of your lifeless, plastic dummy, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

You whimpered against his lips and pushed at his chest, your breaths shallow once you broke for air. “Jay, we should get back to the class.”

“Why?” Jay swooped in to kiss you again. He even made a big deal of tilting your chin up and closing your nostrils with his fingers to prove a point. “I’m getting all the practice I need right here.”

You scrunched up your nose and pushed his hand away. “Jay!” you exclaimed, sniffing once you could breathe properly through your nose again.

“It’s just”—Jay ducked his head and kissed you again—“protocol.”

“What happened to being friends?” you asked, half-miserable and half-relieved when his lips attached to your neck.

“We can’t just be friends,” he mumbled against your neck between kisses. “I already know how you taste.”

“Then what the hell are we?” you asked. Before Jay opened his mouth, you added, “And don’t say friends with benefits. I’m not interested in no strings attached.”

“You think I am?” Jay asked, moving away from your neck to look you in the eye. “I don’t do flings either, Y/N.”

“But… last summer? And all the girls you’ve been with before that.”

As you spoke, you realized that you hadn’t heard of any infamous hookup stories about Jay ever since what happened between you two last summer. That should have been news that you noticed earlier, but you were too caught up in your belief that you were ghosted.

“Well, yeah, I did have one night stands here and there,” he mumbled, “but I didn’t do anything else after what happened between us. I didn’t want you to think I was playing around.”

You nearly laughed, appalled. What was he saying? Your stomach twisted when you realized what he was getting at, but you were too afraid to admit it to yourself.

“Are you saying you’ve been waiting for me this entire time?” you asked. “And you didn’t try to make a move once?”

The tips of Jay’s ears were turning pink with embarrassment. “I didn’t exactly know how to go about it, okay? You looked kinda pissed whenever I was around you.”

“I like you, too,” you blurted out. Jay beamed, but then his face fell flat when you added, “I think.”

“You think,” he echoed.

“I did, I just—okay, look, I really wanted to start something,” you explained. “I thought you ignored me after what happened, so I tried to just forget about it and hate you. I’m kind of falling apart at the moment since everything I believed was wrong.”

Jay laughed, loud and crisp, pulling you close to his chest. “Then let’s start new.”

“Again?” you deadpanned.

“New,” Jay said firmly, taking your face in his hands and tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “Let’s figure out our feelings together and start an actual relationship. No flings and no running away this time.”

You smiled. “I like that idea.”

Jay grinned and leaned in to kiss you. It was slower this time, and a lot more fervent and natural than your previous rushed ones. He cupped your cheeks like he was holding glass, pulled away, and pressed a kiss to your forehead and nose. You never knew that Jay could be this intimate, and you were simply delighted as you watched him take your hands and press gentle kisses to them.

It turned out that being with Jay like this, with your feelings laid bare and open to each other, was far better than hiding behind a wall. Something about the safety of locking your emotions up didn’t feel so comfortable anymore, and sharing them with Jay was a rush you couldn’t get anywhere else.

Instead of indulging himself in the closet with you, Jay declared that he would take you out on proper dates first. Thus, you decided to explore the prospect of dating him, and something deep within you knew that it was going to work out. After all, Jay was the perfect boyfriend, you learned, and he treated you like a princess.

You didn’t care if the sorority sisters or frat brothers gawked at the both of you or if your best friend was spamming you with texts asking how the hell you were pulling Jay Park. You weren’t quite sure yourself either, but you figured you would find out along the way. Nevertheless, you had never felt so certain of starting something so new and foreign to you.

You had the rest of summer vacation to explore these new waters and establish your relationship, anyway. So, hand in hand, you walked with Jay along the shore.

And it felt so right.

[laladellakang]

what songs would enha use to describe Della with?

and if they could choose ONE thing about Della that they absolutely LOVE, what would it be?

OMG I JUST SAW THIS IM SO SORRY

btw my writer’s block is still going strong 🫦 sometimes i just wanna read ffs about della lmao

i said that this is our song but really, the way the singer describes the girl is how i would describe della. she’s just… home. cool water in a desert, really

that’s probably that one thing that i love about her. she’s comforting to everyone without even doing much, she’s a safe space. to be honest, all she needs to do is be in the room and it’ll automatically feel lighter

… okay it sounds hilarious but apart from ‘the sucker for pain’ thing. the ‘us against the world’ and squad loyalty parts are really us

our baby is so strong. she’s been and is going through a lot but she she’s so chill and mature. she always has a smile on, she’s still kind to the world- she’s just amazing

she’d do anything for me.. even when i don’t deserve it.. and she’s also really pretty

i agree with jungwon, her aura is insane. she’s able to make anyone comfortable within such a short time, like- iland? she made 7+ people catch feelings because of it. no wonder she’s so damn popular

please disregard some of the dirty lyrics BUT BASICALLY this is della’s song. she’s confident, catches everyone’s attention, amazing at dancing and she’s both swag (just deal with it) and classy at the same time

i love how kind she is, she’s really really really nice. though more than that, i love how she’s smart about it too. she doesn’t let anyone walk on her

DELLA’S SONG 100000% i’ve never heard of a song that describes her better than this one. it’s della from beginning to end, every. single. line.

she’s very caring and attentive. she always takes care of us so we try to make up for it by babying her a lot. she always knows what to do and she’s so observant. she’ll be an amazing mother

honestly- i think this is our (sulla) song too. she’s m- our safe place. she’s there when we want an escape, she’s our source of strength

i love how brave and confident she is. she’s really someone who doesn’t care about what people think about her (apart from us and the people she cares the most). i wish i could be like that, she’s so cool

it’s kinda sad but she would really- and has, sacrificed a lot for so many people, even when she can’t offer much. especially for the people she loves

i think her sixth sense is underrated. there are times where i (or we) try to hide our feelings or don’t want to talk about them but she just knows. and when she does, she knows just what to do to make us feel better