Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rafael Barba/Reader, Rafael Barba/You Characters: Rafael Barba, Reader, Lucia Barba Series: Part 1 of Rafael/Reader Summary:
and of course Hooky. This is gonna be my most ‘open’ blog. The others are going to have a limited amount of drafts for a limited amount of people … but hey ! they can always boost your follower count !!! hahaha
TAURUS: lately life has felt like a carnival ride that you stumbled onto by accident and you don’t understand why everybody else is having such a good time. why everybody else has open-mouth smiles and bright eyes while you’re clutching your lap-bar praying for something to end. it won’t always be like this. the ground isn’t going to perpetually swing around you, stealing your balance and your ability to move as if your existence is something flimsy and disposable. this will all slow down eventually. please stay until then. the view from the top will be worth it.
GEMINI: you’ve taken every offhand remark to heart since the day you were born and your chest has become so heavy that it’s hard to breathe around all of that hurt. you know you don’t have to keep it all hidden, right? storage units exist for a reason: humans were never meant to bear all of their belongings. I know that your statuesque stance is one you’ve been practicing for centuries, but it’s okay to ask for help. nobody is going to be mad at you or think of you as weak for doing so.
CANCER: you’re holding something beautiful and this is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done. because you’re so used to watching watching eggs roll off the countertop and kisses slip off of your cheek that everything worthwhile seems fleeting. fragile. forced. like the universe is playing a game to see how good you are at playing catch with crystal balls. but you’ve gotta believe in the potential of durability. if you’ve managed to exist for this long without giving up, you must believe in something, and it must be pretty special. don’t lose it now. not after all this time.
LEO: maybe it feels like the april showers will never stop pouring down on you. maybe you keep trying to fix new things with old instruction manuals and end up getting frustrated when the pictures don’t match what’s in front of you. maybe you’re starting to realize that not everything is going to work out the way you need it to and that scares you. it scares you because the last time this happened it almost killed you. but the key word here is almost. you’re more than the rubble you’ve had to sift through and the photographs you’ve had to throw out. you were never meant to burn out. you were designed to endure.
VIRGO: so, you ran away from home. you’re playing hooky from your life because every scenario you’ve found yourself in has ended in blood. and you’re sick of it. you never asked for any of this. but then again, has anyone? I can’t imagine how tiring it must be to build those walls around yourself every morning, before your coffee and your nicotine, before you think about the lover you left behind. have you ever visited the grand canyon? you should. it’s time you found some beauty in what’s below the surface. look at how easy it is to see the sky from here. but please don’t try to fly until you’ve looked down once or twice please.
LIBRA: you ran into the past while crossing the street and you didn’t stop to say hello. were you scared? or were you just waiting for what you abandoned to make the first move? either way, you didn’t say hello and that’s okay. you don’t have to feel shameful about the ugliness of your progress. not everybody’s carriage stays a carriage when the clock strikes midnight. that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real or valuable. you ran into the past while crossing the street and it didn’t hurt you. not this time. not you.
SCORPIO: everybody around you seems to be darting across the universe with their hearts on their sleeves and it makes you feel as though something is wrong with you. as if the molasses town your feet are submerged in is something that you asked for, that you wanted. you know, you don’t have to travel at the speed of light in order to get out of bed in the morning and that’s still something miraculous, especially when every part of you is begging to pull the covers over your eyes and dream a little longer. I’m proud of you for fighting that feeling. I know it’s hard. I know it’s hard.
SAGITTARIUS: I think that it’s time for you to start believing in fairy tales again. do you remember being smaller? looking for magic around every corner? that spark doesn’t leave once you outgrow the disney themed bedsheets and wear holes in the light-up sneakers. nobody needs you to be the grown-up all of the time, it’s okay to let yourself feel lighthearted again. go pick some daisies or buy some gelato. take care of yourself the way you would’ve before the world showed you its shadows.
CAPRICORN: the monsters under your bed have been keeping you awake for months but you don’t have the heart to drive them away. you’ve kinda liked the company. you’ve been throwing them scraps from the dinner table that you couldn’t finish and have taken pleasure in listening to what you couldn’t stomach be put to use. but, baby, you don’t have to be kind to the things that make you shudder in the night. you’re not obligated to give to the things that take and take and take until there’s nothing left. reclaim your bedroom. this, this is yours. it always will be.
AQUARIUS: sometimes you find yourself thinking about the cost of living. how much of yourself you’ve had to trade in order to stay alive. it’s really easy to get angry, when you see that other people have traded so much less and gotten so much more. but don’t let yourself get caught up in the what-if’s because that’s a maze that’ll never let you leave, no matter the strength of the compass you bring with you. forgive yourself for what you’ve had to do to survive. it doesn’t make sense to be ashamed of all you’ve gone through, when everyone else just wants to watch you succeed. we’re rooting for you.
PISCES: you’ve become an expert at mending the bridges that people have burned in your wake and I hope that you see the beauty in that. the talent it takes to reconstruct a pathway between two islands is immense and you’ve forgotten this in all of the excitement. you’ve accomplished great things in such a short time, and it’s breathtaking. truly. when you were born everybody in the room must’ve held their breath, because how could they not see what they were bringing into the world? sure, you’ve caused a few accidents. but you’re working to fix the damage. you’re trying. that’s enough.
ARIES: the clocks have all been telling you that you’re late for figuring yourself out. which is another way of saying that it feels as though time itself has been harassing you because you don’t know who you are yet. and hey, fuck ‘em. time is a construct: while you? you’re here. you’re breathing. you’re taking the alarms and setting them for 12pm because this is your life and you dictate what it’ll be filled with. don’t worry about the calendars or the deadlines. you’ll find yourself when you’re ready. take as many seconds as you need.
Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex
(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).
Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body
suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle
clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.
Daryl had recently confessed to you
that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during
a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl
for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that
night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the
time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.
Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw
tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.
You smiled playfully in response and
squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs
dangled on the edge.
You smile and kneel down in between his
legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your
hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created.
You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the
button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run
your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up
at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep
“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half
moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.
Touches everything, buys nothing. Accidentally flirts with all the cashiers.
Like a white knight, he's drawn to the outcasts. He says it's better because he'll be the only one wearing it. Well, there's a reason for that.
Goes to buy things for himself, leaves with bags full of presents for other people. Always asks for a discount.
A ritual shopper. Subconsciously goes to the same stores in the same order every time, like clockwork. Knows all the employees by name, and asks about their lives.
The hat store's biggest patron. Once had to be forcibly removed from the pet shop because it was half an hour past closing time and he just wouldn't leave.
He is the king, and the mall is his kingdom. He knows every store, every sale, every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. The cashiers all know ridiculous rumors about him, a la Regina George. Surprisingly frugal.
Spends so much time in the food court that the workers think he's a store employee playing hooky. Always tips the piano player.
me: to days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going maAAAAAAd to loving tension no pension to mOre than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dAAAAAAAAd to riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits to frUIts to no absolutes to absolut to choice to the village voiiiice to aNY PASSING FAD to being an us for once instead oF A THEEEEEM LA VIE BOHEEEEEEEME !!!!LA VIE BOHEME !!! hey mIster shes my sister so thats five miso soup four seaweed salad three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls ew it tastes the same if you close your eyes and thirteen orders of fries is that it here WINE AND BEER to hAnd crafted bEErs made in local brEwerIEs to yoga to yoghurt to rice and beans and cheese to leather to dildos to curry vindaloo to huevos rancheros and maya angelou emotion devotion to causing a commotion ceation vacation MUCHO MASTURBATION
alex danvers: badass DEO agent who knows navy seal survival techniques and six different ways to torture someone with her index finger. also once used a credit card to surgically remove a tracker from her shoulder so that she could transform a security camera into a tracking device. goes to knife practice on Thursdays.
also alex danvers: a soft gay who likes to cuddle with her girlfriend on the couch and play hooky from work to spend time with said girlfriend. also can’t cook and throws her smoke alarm in the trash because she can’t turn it off. goes to Barenaked Ladies concerts.
i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.
ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.
iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.
iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.
v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is,
in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.
Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.
vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.
vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.
viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.
ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.
x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.
I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.
xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.
‘ tonight we are victorious. ’ ‘ all my friends were glorious. ’ ‘ let me be your killer king. ’ ‘ it hurts until it stops. ’ ‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’ ‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’ ‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’ ‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’ ‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’ ‘ I taste like magic. ’ ‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’ ‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’
DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.
‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’ ‘ who are these people ? ’ ‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’ ‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’ ‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’ ‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’ ‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’ ‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’ ‘ this night is heating up. ’ ‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’ ‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’ ‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’ ‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’ ‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’ ‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’ ‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’
‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’ ‘ Show praise with your body. ’ ‘ Say your prayers. ’ ‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’ ‘ the time for being sad is over. ’ ‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’ ‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’ ‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’ ‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’ ‘ just finished a daydream. ’ ‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’ ‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’ ‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’
EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.
‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’ ‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’ ‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’ ‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’ ‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’ ‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’ ‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’ ‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’ ‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’ ‘ so close, I can taste it. ’ ‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’ ‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’ ‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’
DEATH OF A BACHELOR.
‘ do I look lonely ? ’ ‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’ ‘ maybe I lost weight. ’ ‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’ ‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’ ‘ how could I ask for more ? ’ ‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’ ‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’ ‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’ ‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’ ‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’ ‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’ ‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’ ‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’ ‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’ ‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’ ‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’ ‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’ ‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’ ‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’
‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’ ‘ just another LA devotee. ’ ‘ I couldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’
‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’ ‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’ ‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’ ‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’ ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’ ‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’ ‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’ ‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’
THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.
‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’ ‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’ ‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’ ‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’ ‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’ ‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’ ‘ I got the final judgement. ’ ‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’ ‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’ ‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’
HOUSE OF MEMORIES.
‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’ ‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’ ‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’ ‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’ ‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’ ‘ you were just too kind. ’ ‘ I was too young to know. ’ ‘ that’s all that really matters. ’ ‘ I was a fool. ’ ‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’ ‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’ ‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’
‘ there’s no sunshine. ’ ‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’ ‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’
Justin Foley ❤️❤️ , can you do a plot there reader x Justin have a very heated argument (about anything, you can choose) and just as the reader is about the walk out, he grabs her arm and kisses her then end with a smut?? Sorry if it’s too much!!
WARNING: Smut, swearing
“Are you fucking serious Justin!”
Me and Justin have been arguing on and off for the past 3 days now about stupid things. Lately he’s been finding literally anything to argue about from me not giving him any attention to me not wanting to meet him at his locker. He doesn’t understand that I don’t like being around his friends, especially Bryce. His friends are ass-wholes, and they make my boyfriend an ass-whole when he’s around them. Don’t get me wrong, Justin is the sweetest boy out there, and I love every minute that I’m with him, but when he’s with his friends he forgets that side of him and this is what we are arguing about now.
“Yes I’m serious y/n, what is your problem!” he yells. He asked me to come over earlier and when I did he basically threw me in a trap and said ‘let’s go to Bryce’s house’.
“My problem? What the hell is your’s, are you fucking in love with Bryce!”
“What the hell y/n! what do you have against my friends!”
“I don’t like them and how you are around them Justin!” I yell back.
“You have to be joking babe! I never act different towards you!”
I dry laugh and pace his room, “Yes you do Justin! you fucking forgot to take me to work cause you were getting high with them!!”
“I said I was sor-”
“And you fucking forgot my birthday 3 weeks ago cause you were partying with Bryce!”
“I didn’t do it on purp-”
“You even fucking made me think you were dead when you decided to play hookie for 3 days at Bryce’s house and not return my calls!!!” I scream, tears coming down.
“Bab-” he tries to grab my arm, but I yank it away.
“NO!” I scream, “your always up their asses, so don’t you dare ask me to go with you to his house!”
“Babe just let me exp-” I pull away from his touch again and he sighs and rubs his face.
“I don’t want to hear it!” I say, feeling emotionally drained from going back and forth.
“You know I didn’t mean to do any of those things!”
“I don’t care Justin! you still did, so don’t ask me why I don’t like them!”
He stays quiet and looks like he is in deep thought. He doesn’t say anything about what I just said and it’s starting to piss me off. I feel like I’m about to full on cry and I don’t want him to see it so I roll my eyes and turn towards the door.
“Okay whatever Justin, have fun at Bryce’s”. As soon as another tear was about to fall, I felt his hand yank my arm back to him.
“Come here.” As soon as I came into contact with his chest, I felt his lips on mine. It’s like all of our anger was put into this kiss as Justin deepened it. He made me feel like I wasn’t important to him and the most important thing at the same time and it drives me crazy. He pinned me against the wall and pushed his. His lips went to my neck as he whispered.
“You’re so damn wrong baby” he says in a husky voice, “I love you so much and I’m so sorry. Fuck Bryce.”
I giggle at what he says and lean my head back as he continues peppering kisses. He grabs my hips and I automatically wrap my legs around his torso. It’s like all my anger went away, and I wanted nothing more but for him to make love to me. His light peppers went to full on harsh sucking and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. The way he was sucking on my neck, I know I’m going to have a bunch of purple bruises. I pulled him closer to me as he parted his lips, begging for an entrance. I let him, and our tongues danced together mixed with our groans. He hands leave my waist, pushing them up my shirt impatiently, causing me to get goosebumps. His hands grazed over my laced black bra, squeezing my breast and I was already turned on just from his fingertips against my skin. He grabbed my butt, carrying us over to his bed.
“I just missed you, that’s all” I whispered so low that I thought he didn’t hear me. His eyes was filled with love and desire as he pulled of his shirt along with mine.
“I missed you too baby” He locked his lips with mine as he hovered over my body, his hands wandering. His fingers slowly traveled to my leggings, pulling them down. I felt my core becoming hot and wet and needed him.
“Justin” I whined. He seemed to feel my agony, as his hands slipped into my panties. His fingers grazed over my clit and I sucked in my breath. He nibbled on my chest as he started to rub the figure 8 around my core.
“Oh my g- Justin” I moaned, grabbing onto his shoulder. He started to rubbed harder and faster and I felt myself getting hotter. He slips two fingers into me and I arched to feel more of him.
“Fuck Justin!” I moan, circling my hips around his fingers.
“Your so beautiful to me y/n” he whispers again my chest. with his free hand, he unclasps my bra, throwing it across the room, never stopping his hand from giving me pleasure. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue around it as he started vigorously rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping in and out of me. The pressure was getting to me and I was a moaning mess under him. This was long needed.
“Oh my go- Justin please baby!”
He takes his mouth off my chest and goes down to my core. His breath makes me want to grab his hair and pull him further in. He slowly pulls off my underwear and I can’t help but grind against his touch.
“Don’t tease me baby” I whine.
“Not this time babe”. His hands grab my thighs and his tongue immediately began to lick me out. He starts flicking his tongue against my core, making me grab his hair.
“Baby” I moan, wiggling my hips against his core. He starts moving his tongue faster, pushing my hips further onto his mouth. I throw my head back and fight not to pull his hair. He goes back to finger fucking me and I’m a mess.
“Justin! baby faster please!” I beg louder, grinding against his face. Listening to my cries, Justin speeds up, roughly rubbing my clit. His tongue slides into me, along with his fingers making me whimper.
“Justin baby I’m about t-”. He doesn’t stop as he continues pumping while his other hand comes up to my boob, bringing his finger to pinch my nipple making me go crazy.
“Justin!” I scream as he speeds everything up, groaning against my core. I feel myself clench around his fingers and let my orgasm out with a whimper. I licks everything up and comes up to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting myself on his lips. I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me. As if he read my mind, he threw off his boxers and grabbed my thighs, placing my legs over his shoulder. He came back down to my lips, kissing me passionately.
“I really do love you baby He smiled, looking at me with nothing but love.
“I love you too” I smiled. He look down at his bulge near my entrance and look back up to me as in asking is it okay, I nod my head, just needing him already. He slowly pushes into me and I whimper form the pain.
“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly.
“Yeah, just keep going babe”. Its been a while since we had sex and I needed to adjust to his size. He starts slowly pulling in and out of me as I gripped onto his arms.
“Faster baby” I moan. Justin started thrusting faster, moving his his hips harder with each thrust. Each of his thrust had me moaning his name. He leaned in to suck on my neck as I dug my nails into his soft and muscled back. As he sped up, his grip tightened on my hips, surely leaving a bruise, but I didn’t care. This feeling was amazing.
“Fuck princess” He groaned into my hair, planting kisses from my neck to my chest. I wrap my arms around his neck as he buried himself into me.
“Oh my-fuck Justin harder please!” I scream. He straighten up and pulled me closer into him, drilling into me.
“Fuck!” he screamed with each hard and rough thrust. His hands rested at each side of my head as his thrust got more sloppier and rougher making me almost cry at the feeling.
“Justin baby!” I scream as I feel myself clench around his dick. I let my climax overtake me as my eyes go to the back of my head, enjoying the high. This sent Justin over the edge, as he climaxed right after me, fully burying himself into me, riding out his high. A string of curses left his mouth as he finished his high. He came down to my lips and kissed me slowly and sweetly before collapsing onto the bed next to me. Both panting, he pulled me onto his chest, kissing my head until we both calmed down. We stayed in this comfortable silence for a while just enjoying each others company when his phone rings. He reaches over, not letting go of his grip on me, to answer it.
“Not tomorrow night either…”
“Because I’m staying with y/n tonight and the rest of the week….”
Excerpts from interview with Johan “Shellback” Schuster (from 2015)
His artist name Shellback is fittingly from professor
Shellback in the Swedish cartoon Bamse - a logical and technical genius that
has a solution for everything. And also a person that sleeps a lot at his
workplace and may seem a bit absent.
A more intelligible way to understand how Johan thinks is to listen to his
works. “Shake It Off” with Taylor Swift was, together with Megan Trainor’s “All
About That Bass”, the song that dominated the year of pop music in 2014. If you
haven’t heard “Shake It Off” a hundred times you are obviously allergic to electricity.
Anyone who thinks there is a formula for pop hit records is a sloppy listener. The songwriters and artists that try to sound like the
others on the charts can become successful - for a while - but they soon fall
into oblivion. On the contrary, the biggest songs are those that break the norm, the ones that
do not follow any rules other than gut feeling.
It Off (billboard #1 for 4 weeks) didn’t sound like any other modern hit song
at the time of its release. The song starts with a five second long drum intro
- old fashioned acoustic drums - something that is unheard of on commercial
It is Johan playing the drums on Shake It Off. It is also Johan playing guitar, bass, keyboard and shouting in the background.
on Shake It Off is credited to Shellback, Max Martin (Johan’s discoverer and
mentor) and Taylor herself.
Johan further explains: - Shake
It off was the next to last song we recorded for the album. The other was
actually Blank Space (billboard #1 for 7 weeks). With Taylor one can work very
quickly, sometimes we wrote a song a day. When we met 6 months after our first
session we felt like there was a type of song missing.
How do you know that?
- Basically it’s a kind of pleasing frustration. How good everything feels.
We’re home, we have everything we need. But, at the same time… a feeling
of… something missing. Something that breaks from the other stuff. Something
more light-hearted. Pharrell had just released Happy and that song was on our
minds. When we worked with Taylor on the last album, which was the first time
she didn’t write everything herself, we did We Are Never Ever Getting Back
Together. It had a different feel than her other songs. It had a more fun and flirty feel to it. We felt that maybe we needed a song like that.
usually has a solid idea when she comes in, but this time we had nothing. It is
also uncommon for Martin and me to work that way. We usually come well prepared
to a session. So we just sat there. What the hell do we do now? We started
playing music to each other to get reference points. Someone that happened to
be me said, how about doing something in the same tempo as Hey Ya by Outkast?
Something faster and more drum based?
the studio there was a drum kit set up and ready to go. I went in and played
something just for fun. We later on used that very recording for the song. What
you hear is played live. We really thought of it as a sketch - all right, now
we have a tempo to work on - but it often happens that you keep the demo even
though it isn’t perfect, since there is more feeling in it. Martin was humming
something, Taylor was humming something else. There was a mellotron. I found a
brass sound and started playing something really bad on purpose (duh duh duh,
exactly what is heard on Shake It Off). Martin instantly said: “That is
awesome”. If he had not said that I would have moved on and tried something
we had didn’t really feel like chorus chords, but just as we were packing up
for the day Taylor wrote a falling melody that sounded really hooky. We still
didn’t know what it was. Is it a chorus? A verse? Me and Martin listened to it
in the car on the way home and we were shaking our heads. Is this good? Is it
shit? The next day after we had slept on it, which is the best thing you can
do, we realized that we had been humming it all morning. The rest of the song
wrote itself very naturally. Taylor wrote the lyrics in 30 minutes.
is an incredibly clever lyric, a comment to her life situation as a tabloid target.
- She is a hell of a writer, personal and broad at the same time. And the speed
of it is unreal. I don’t get how she does it. If I was to write about my life
it would be the most boring lyric in the world (starts singing the Shake It Off
melody): “I go to the studio every day…”