Don’t take it personal 👽
Model: Marrs
IG: @marrs_the_martian


Indulge in some 🍫🍫🍫 by Christopher Marrs
Model: Kenneth Hill
Agency: Modelogic Midwest
Photographer: @christophermarrs

At least we’ll both be numb 💀

Model: Syruss Martin
Agency: Smart Models
Photographer: Christopher Marrs

IG: @christophermarrs

Volleyball Imagine

“Can you please do an imagine where your volleyball team plays against his volleyball team? Thank you!!” ~bloggingbclife

“Can you do one where the crush plays volleyball and the reader is hopelessly clumsy and accident prone and he’s playing volleyball with the reader and hits him in the face with the ball and has to take care of him and it gets really fluffy and cute please" ~anonymous


It was your first ever game of volleyball today and being inexperienced and accident-prone, you were feeling the nerves. Getting ready for the game was a blur and before you knew it your team was taking their positions on the beachside court. You took an apprehensive glance at the opposing team and almost feinted. Not only did the team look absolutely terrifying and serious, [y/c] was directly opposite you. [y/c] plays volleyball?! You started hyperventilating. He was there. He was shirtless. He was… waiting for you to serve the ball. Your whole team looked annoyed at you, and the opposition were smirking- this could be an easy win. You took a deep breath, held the ball ready in position, and swung, executing a perfect underarm serve— to both your teams’ and your own surprise. [y/c] looked impressed. The odds must be in my favor today. The opposition expertly returned the ball, and the game went on. While the ball had managed to avoid you for a while, you knew you would eventually have to get involved in the game. It was close, only a few points between their team’s score and yours. [y/c] had sweat glistening on his defined chest and you couldn’t help but stare. Suddenly a ball—the ball—came hurtling towards you. Your gut instinct was to shield your head, so you flung your arms up to defend yourself, but in the process managed to fling the ball as well. The ball went over the net. The problem was, the ball was sailing directly towards [y/c]’s gorgeous head. He didn’t have the chance to duck. It landed forcefully on his face and brought [y/c] down onto the sand. He groaned in pain and the referee called time-out. You were frozen in shock, but as soon as [y/c] groaned, you rushed to his side. You helped him up and walked him to the sidelines. Your team allowed you to leave the court- you weren’t much help anyway and they probably thought you felt guilty. You turned to [y/c] and began apologizing, realizing how clumsy he must think you are. ‘Look [y/c], I’m so so so sorry—I wasn’t even trying to—“

>”Forget it [y/n], I’m fine,’ he attempted a smile. You knew he was lying though, his face was red and his lips were swollen.

>”Your lips are swelling really fast, let me get you some ice,” you felt terrible that you had caused him pain.

>”Or you could just kiss them better,” he joked. I wish. You quickly got some an ice pack from the beach shack nearby and ran back to [y/c].

>”This is gonna hurt,” you warned him before lightly pressing the ice against his red lips. He winced in pain, but didn’t complain. A girl from his team started glaring at you and you turned away from her jealous eyes.  [y/c] closed his eyes and suddenly gripped your hand, lightly squeezing. You squeezed back and could have sworn that his lips lifted ever so slightly into a smile. After 5 or so minutes of peaceful silence, you removed the ice from his lips and asked him if he was okay. He blinked and looked up at you.

>”I’m fine,” he said still looking at you.

>”That’s good,” you said distractedly.

>”So, uh, how about that kiss now?” you laughed but he looked serious. “What?”

>”You weren’t kidding?” you were surprised.

>”Why would I joke about kissing a beautiful girl?” He looked hurt.

>”You think I’m—“ He kissed you. [y/c] had cold, swollen lips. And he thought you were beautiful. And he kissed you.