stripitcameron imagines

Since I love the Hayes girls so much..

Imagine you and Hayes are out for a night on the town and you decide to take a snapchat of his ass because you thought it would be funny, but then he turns around and his hand is down his pants and he’s just looking you up and down while simultaneously biting his lip and you take the pic and caption it as “Get ur hand out of ur pants” and put it on your snapchat story, and then when you’ve posted the snapchat, Hayes tells you to delete it and you say in response, “Make me.” And he just takes a deep breath and leans into your ear and whispers, “That mouth was made for other things besides getting smart with me. How about we go back to your place and you show me what that mouth can really do, hm?” And you just stand there in shock but nod your head quickly and y’all head back to your empty house and you just teasingly suck Hayes off until you finally show mercy and let him cum and then he returns the favor by eating you out as slowly and as softly as he possibly can until he has made you orgasm harder than ever and that little shit just has a proud smirk plastered on his face and mirth in his baby blues because your whole body feels like it’s on cloud nine and won’t come down.

I honestly regret absolutely nothing about posting this. Nothing at all. You’re welcome Hayes girls.

Y’all are definitely going to kill me for this one but I don’t give a shit anymore because GUYS just imagine Shawn keeps whispering your name under his breath and you are sucking him off teasingly and you’re looking up at him and making eye contact and not breaking your gaze and every time he says he is about to come you pull off and shake your head no and he is a writhing, whimpering mess because of you and he is tangling his hands in the sheets because you had already told him that he wasn’t allowed to put his hands in your hair or touch you in general and before too long you finally stop teasing him and climb up and put a condom on him and you start riding him slowly and he’s staring up at you with hooded eyes and he keeps moaning your name over and over again and getting louder and louder and you pick up the pace gradually and he is begging you to let him come and you finally say, “Ok. Since you’ve been so good.” And he has the most intense orgasm of his entire life thanks to you.

I just need to have a black Lamborghini specifically made for me with my name engraved in gold on it for when I drive my ass to Hell because it’s going to happen either way.

Holy mother damn just imagine your boyfriend Hayes is at football practice and you’re on the cheerleading squad and you’re practicing close by and you start stretching for practice and you bend down with your legs spread to stretch your legs and you smirk when you hear the head coach screaming at Hayes for focusing too much on staring at the cheerleaders instead of throwing the ball right and later on, as you’re working on new stunts, a football flies right by your head and all the girls scream and almost drop you and you look around and see Hayes running up towards you and the rest of the squad, apologizing over and over again for accidentally throwing the ball too hard in y’all’s direction and then he picks up the ball and walks past you and leans into your ear and whispers, “You’re gonna pay for that after practice.” You shiver in excitement and you show up to his house after practice and he fucks you and the next day, you have to lie to your cheer coach about why you’re walking a little funny and Hayes smirks proudly from a distance before walking you to your English class, having to keep you from falling over from the soreness in your legs.

Excuse me while I go bathe myself in holy water.


Fucking Christ..

Imagine you and Jack are home alone for the day and you’re making out on his couch. You decide to get a little adventurous and start sucking, biting, and attacking the sensitive flesh all over his neck, getting wetter with each whimper and moan that escaper his mouth.

“Y-y/n, babe, baby,” he manages to huff out. “Fuck. Oh god. S-stop teasing.” You hum against the skin of his collarbone before licking over a small spot on it. His eyes flutter closed and he just lets you abuse that spot. You bite down harshly on that same spot, causing Jack to cry out and arch his back slightly off of the couch. You straddle his waist and whisper in his ear:

“What’s the fun in no teasing, Jack?” Jack whines as you nip his earlobe and begin to teasingly palm him through his dark gray sweatpants. Jack whimpers and bites his lip, staring at you with dark, hooded eyes. He bucks his hips slightly into your small hand and you giggle innocently before attacking his collarbone again. You continue to rub him through his pants, gradually getting faster with each passing second, and soon enough, he is coming undone underneath you, thrashing his body around as much as he can with you still on top of him, screaming your name after every shudder from the strength of his orgasm. When he finally comes down from his high, he smiles sleepily up at you and he mumbles:

“As amazing as that was, I need to change pants.” You laugh and step off of the couch, letting him stand up and discretely wobble up the stairs to y’all’s room. You smile and sit on the couch in satisfaction until you hear, “WHAT THE HELL Y/N?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE THESE?! THESE ARE WORSE THAN THE ONES YOU GAVE ME LAST TIME!” You smirk to yourself.

Victory is sweet.

I’m going to Hell for this one but like imagine you’re walking to your car after dance team practice at your school and you see Cameron Dallas, your football team’s quarterback, standing shirtless by his friend Chris’ car and he is changing shirts when he spots you staring out of the corner of his eye and he smirks darkly as you continue to walk towards your car, trying to ignore his gaze on you, and you put your stuff in your car before you remember that you left your Calculus book in your teacher’s room so you turn back around and run inside and you search around for your math book in your teacher’s classroom when you suddenly hear the door close and lock and you spin around to see Cameron standing there with your textbook in his large hands and he says, “You looking for this, pretty girl?” And you quickly nod your head, not daring to let yourself speak and your heart rate quickens steadily with each step Cameron makes toward you and before you know it, he is almost chest to chest with you, staring at you with his deep dark eyes and you shiver as he runs a finger up and down your arm before letting it drag back up to the middle of your chest and letting it slowly slide down between your breasts over your t-shirt and down your stomach until he finally lets his hand rest right above your heat. You gasp lightly and can feel yourself getting weak and Cam notices. He smirks and says, “Take them off.” You oblige meekly and shakily take off your yoga pants and underwear and step out of them and Cam bites his lip at the sight of you in just a big t-shirt before unbuckling his belt and jeans and sliding them down just enough. Then he places both hands right below your ass, squeezing it just a little so he can hear your little gasps again, and he picks you up with ease and sits on top of a desk with you sitting in his lap and your face turns bright red and he leans into your ear and whispers, “Ride me, baby girl.”


anonymous asked:

#4 the jacks

4.  “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Johnson walks through the front door, groaning lowly as he rubs his ass where a nurse stuck a shot in him. He thought he was done getting shots in his ass when he was a kid; guess he was wrong.

“You look miserable,” Gilinsky states simply as he looks up from his computer on the couch. Johnson rolls his eyes and walks to his and Gilinsky’s bedroom. He takes off his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants before crawling into bed and attempting to fall asleep. Just as he is about to finally fall asleep when Gilinsky softly knocks on the door.

“Can I come in?” the younger boy asks. Johnson face plants his pillow with a groan.

“Sure,” he mumbles. Gilinsky slowly opens the door and steps inside, slightly unsure of what to do. Johnson looks at Gilinsky and snaps, “What is it?” He doesn’t mean to snap; he’s just in a lot of pain and he’s tired. Gilinsky rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. Johnson sighs sadly. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped. I’m just in a lot of pain. That stupid nurse gave me a shot in my ass, and now my back hurts along with my ass.” Gilinsky suddenly has a light bulb go off in his head.

“Do you–well–I mean–I could give you a massage–?” Great. Nice job, Jack, he thinks to himself. He’s your fucking boyfriend for Christ’s sake.

“That would actually be really nice right now,” Johnson admits. Gilinsky grins widely as he climbs onto the bed and straddles Johnson’s back, massaging his back and shoulders first–then finally massaging his ass cheeks last.

And maybe sex came right after that.

omahasexgods  asked:

38 😉 Johnson and Gilinsky 😏

38.  “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Johnson knows it was a stupid idea to go to a haunted house, especially one of the scariest ones in the country. And yet, he just couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to impress a certain someone and prove that he’s not such a weakling. But, as he should have learned from past disasters, nothing ever goes his way. So now, here he is, lying in a hospital bed for having an anxiety attack and passing out in front of all his friends.

Nice going, moron.

Suddenly, the door to his room opens and Gilinsky strolls in with some Taco Bell in his hands, whistling some show tune from his show choir days. Gilinsky grins when he sees his best friend trying to sit up. “Well finally you wake up. And just in time too. Got you some food because I know the food here sucks ass.” Johnson chuckles as Gilinsky puts down the food to help sit him up in bed. After Johnson is comfortable and sitting cross-legged on the bed, Gilinsky sits in the empty spot on the bed and hands Johnson his food. As they eat, Johnson decides to ask:

“What all exactly happened?” He knows exactly what happened; he just wants to see what Gilinsky had to say. Gilinsky laughs quietly.

“You fainted,” he explains. “Straight into my arms.” He laughs again, just a little louder. Johnson raises an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” Gilinsky calms down a little before replying:

“You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Fuck my life, Johnson thinks to himself.

“How did you–”

“Sam told me,” Gilinsky interrupts. That bastard.

“I am so going to kill him when I get the chance.” Gilinsky cackles.

“You don’t have to. Besides, if he hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known that the feelings were mutual between us.”

Johnson almost spits out his food. “Wait what?!”

“Yeah. I was scared shitless to tell you, but–yeah, I’ve had a crush on you since high school.”

“So wait, we’ve both been hiding the same secret for the same amount of time?”

“I guess so. Funny how life works out, huh?”

“Yeah. Hilarious.” Gilinsky laughs some more, and Johnson finally laughs along, feeling a huge weight be lifted off his chest.

“By the way, you and I are going on a date next Friday. But this time, I’m picking where we’re going. Got it?” Johnson laughs.

“You got it.”

WELL FUCK just imagine Sammy sleeping in the massage chair in y'all’s house and you come home from shopping with the girls and he’s still sleeping so you decide to surprise him and try to wake him up in the way he likes since he’s been so stressed out lately with touring and stuff so you put your shopping bags down on the couch and you drop to your knees in front of your still-sleeping boyfriend and you carefully slide his sweatpants and underwear down just enough for his cock to be exposed and you sense Sammy’s shudder from him being exposed to the cool air conditioning of the house and you bite your lip as you let your hand lightly pump up and down Sammy’s cock, twisting your hand every so often, and you hear him moan quietly every few seconds and his breaths become more shallow and gradually quicken and you smirk to yourself pridefully before moving your mouth to his hard cock and begin to teasingly suck on the head like a lollipop before moving your mouth down even lower, letting your teeth graze down his shaft, and Sammy suddenly wakes up and makes eye contact with you as you look up at him and you suck a little harder and he immediately throws his head back, gripping the armrests for dear life, and you take in what you can, your hand having to stroke the rest of him, and he grabs your hair forcefully but you pull off immediately and Sammy whines like a child and you look at him and taunt teasingly, “Why are you acting like a child, Daddy? Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Sammy bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. “Y-yeah,” he manages to stammer. “I-I-I j-just want you t-to make me f-feel good, baby. I’m sor-sorry baby. Just—oh god, please don’t stop. Please. I swear I’ll s-stop being bad. Please—please just keeping sucking Daddy. Please baby.” That’s enough begging for you to go back to blowing Sammy and he keeps screaming your name amongst many profanities until he finally cums, shuddering and writhing in his seat and seeing stars, and you lock eyes with Sammy again and swallow every bit of his load, even though you hate the way it tastes, and Sammy slumps in the chair and weakly smiles and says, “You need to do that more often, babe. That was fucking amazing.”

Let me just fall into a lake of fire real quick. Sorry Sammy girls.

I’m about to get murdered by the Matt girls but ladies just imagine you’re staying at Matt’s house for the night and you fall asleep in bed with him while watching some romantic comedy movie and a few hours later, you wake up to the sound of someone groaning and you open your eyes to see Matt still asleep, clearly dreaming, and you just stare at him because he’s so cute when he sleeps until you hear him whine your name and he says, “Baby, p-please just le-let me come. I’ve been a good boy. Please—please let me.” You stare in shock until you look down and see his hand down his pants and underwear and you just gawk at him in shock until you snap out of it and smirk and decide to crawl up onto his lap, trying not to wake him up, and you lean in towards his ear and whisper, “Don’t come yet, baby boy. Not until I say.” And Matt whimpers and bites his bottom lip and you keep whispering commands of him speeding up his hand movements and then slowing them down before you finally say that he can come and his orgasm is so strong that he wakes up and looks at you as you’re straddling his torso and his face is bright red from embarrassment until you say, “That was actually really hot—having you be all submissive and shit. That needs to happen more often.” And Matt smirks and says, “As you wish, baby girl.”

Yeah, I’m probably gonna die tonight. Oh well.

(creds to iconsmagcon for the edit)

“o-oh justin!  fuck!  ple-ease!  ugh faster!”  you cry out as justin mercilessly slams in and out of you, speeding up at your request.  you whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“i’m so—fuck, i’m close,” justin groans into your neck.  

“m-me too.”  suddenly, justin slams into you so hard and so deep that you feel your whole body shudder.  “there!  oh, right there!”

“fuck you feel so good.  mmm—so so good, baby girl.”

“oh god!  justin! i—i’m—”

“fuck me too!  oh fuck!  fucking christ!”

justin suddenly sits up quickly, body sweaty and shivering.  he takes a deep breath, recovering from the wet dream he just had about you.  he pulls off his covers and notices the wet spot on his boxers and groans.  this is the third time he has cum in his sleep this week and he swears he is going to lose his mind at one point.

just as he is about to quietly get up and change boxers so as not to wake you, he notices that you’re not even in the bed.  you clear your throat from the corner of his large room, smirking at justin’s flushed expression.

“another wet dream, pretty boy?” you ask innocently.  justin bites his lip to suppress the whimper in the back of his throat.  he blushes and nods his head, staring down at his feet in embarrassment.  you click your tongue three times.  “what am i going to do with you?  you just can’t seem to learn.”

“maybe i need to be punished?” he asks almost daringly.  you raise an eyebrow and stand in front of him, running a hand through his hair.

“yes you do.  how about we start now, hmm?”

((i’ve missed doing these))

OH MY GOD HELP ME just imagine you talking to Dillon and some of your other guy friends at the local diner you and all your friends hang out at after football games and right as your boyfriend Taylor walks in, you are doubled over from laughing so hard at one of Dillon’s stories and your hands grip onto his thighs, dangerously close to his crotch, and Taylor just watches it all happen before turning right back around and out of the diner, fuming in anger, and you never notice a thing until you get a text from him saying, “You better be at my house in 15 minutes or you’re gonna regret it.” So you get up and leave and drive to Taylor’s house and as soon as you walk in, you feel Taylor’s hand grab your wrist and drag you up the stairs to his room and he throws you onto his bed and says, “Strip. Now.” And you strip yourself completely are while he searched through one of his drawers and finally pulls out two different bandanas and takes off the red one on his head and he ties your wrists to the bedposts and then makes a knot in the third bandana and forced the knot into your mouth and ties the bandana around your head and Taylor just watches as you writhe around on the bed, moaning through the gag and pulling at your restraints, until he finally strips down and crawls on top of you, holding your hips in place, and says, “You have been a very bad girl, sweetheart. And now I’m gonna teach you a lesson on how to not whore around with my friends. Understand?” And you nod quickly as Taylor’s fingers glide over your dripping heat and you arch your back and whine loudly through your gag and Taylor holds you down and says, “Don’t move again until I say so. Only good girls get permission to move.”


“since when did you want things to start getting kinky?” jack asks with a cocky smirk on his face as you tape his wrists together with black duct tape.

“since a few months ago,” you tell him, “but i figured why not now?” you look up from your tape job at jack, sitting in a straddled position on the fancy hotel bed. you’re visiting new york with jack and you decided that, since you and jack have been dating for ten months, it’s about time for him to know one of your biggest fantasies: having him tied to the bed and under your complete control. jack starts gnawing at the tape.

“what are you doing?” you ask him.

“trying to get this tape off,” he mumbles as he keeps attempting at getting the strong, black tape off of his wrists. you jerk his wrists away and pull them above his head. this takes him by surprise but he’s not complaining. in fact, he’s getting hard being in this state of helplessness. you begin to connect his trapped wrists to the bar attached to the headboard above him. he just watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth. he releases a groan as he looks a little farther down to see your boobs pushed up with the help of nude bra covered in white lace. you look down at him when you’ve finished and stay in his lap, directly on top of his crotch. you are getting soaked through your panties just watching him whine, struggling to be set free.

“is it tight?” you ask while batting your eyelashes. he furrows his eyebrows together and nods his head. “good. less chance of you getting out. now, you can’t be loud. the walls are really thin and we can’t get in trouble. do you promise to be good and stay quiet for me, baby?”

“can’t make any promises,” he rasps, constantly scanning down your half-naked body. he bites his lip and moans out quietly. you frown as you stand to your feet. jack follows you. you bend over and begin to surf through your suitcase, giving jack a perfect view of your ass.

“what are you doing?”

“since i can’t trust you to be quiet,” you say, “i’m going to have to make you be quiet.” you grab a pair of new panties that you just got from victoria’s secret today on your little shopping spree while jack was in meetings for the new album all day. you slowly walk back over to him and straddle his tanned, toned torso. jack stares at the panties in your hand.

“w-what are those for?” he stammers. you smirk.

“open your mouth.” jack’s eyes widen.

“holy shit,” he breathes. “that’s fucking hot, babe.” you bite your lip.

“open your mouth for me, baby boy,” you command seductively. jack whimpers and opens his mouth wide. you stuff the panties in his mouth, some of the material not being able to fit all the way in. he whines through the gag and gives you pleading yet lustful eyes. “keep making that sound.” jack moans through his gag, the sweet sound going straight to your soaking wet core. you smirk at jack, undoing your bra and slipping it off, tossing it to the floor.

“i am going to have so much fun having you under my mercy all night.”


Sorry to all Nash girls out there but it must be done SO imagine you’re walking outside after you check out of school early and you see your secret bad boy boyfriend Nash sitting on a wall and he’s smirking while waiting for you with his motorcycle leaned against the wall next to him and he jumps off the wall and walks over to you and immediately cups your cheeks in his large, pale hands and pulls you in for a deep long kiss and his hands run down your neck, sides, before snaking behind you and squeezing your ass and you slightly moan into his mouth and chuckles against your lips before pulling away and dragging you onto his bike and driving you back to the empty body shop that he works at and he convinces you to try something new and before you know it, you’re riding Nash on the hood of a car he is rebuilding for a friend and he sinks bruises into your bare hips while he is controlling your speed and never letting you go last enough for you to come and he tells you to wait until he gives you permission and he just watches in pure admiration and lust as you keep riding him, constantly riding on the edge, almost reaching ecstasy.

Well guys, I’m off to Hell.


Bad Days (Justin Imagine)

Writing this because I don’t think I ever really see imagines like this anywhere so why not write it?  Enjoy.

I walk through the front door of Justin’s house quietly, anxious to surprise him since I haven’t seen him in almost a month.  I am immediately greeted by Esther and her wagging tail. I excitedly pick her up and pet her for a little bit, asking her questions in a stupid doggy voice that gets her all worked up and hyper.  I finally decide to let her out in the backyard of Justin’s large estate so that she can run around and have fun while I cook.  I look around the familiar mansion and sigh happily, knowing that I am in a place that I love almost as much as my own house.  Hopefully, when I finish school, I can finally move out here to Los Angeles so that I can be with him more.  It’s hard having to balance my relationship with Justin and school, but Justin knows just how important finishing school is to me, so he lives with it.  He wants me to finish school anyways.  We’ve been able to make it work for the past year and two months, and we are stronger now than we’ve ever been.

I notice that the house is too quiet for Justin to be home, so I decide to get started on making some of Justin’s favorite food, chicken alfredo, before he gets home so that I can surprise him properly.  I know he’s been hard at work for the past couple of months and I just want him to have a nice night in without having to deal with any press or crazy fans.  Just us, some food, Esther, and a binge marathon of Scandal to ease our minds for the night.

As I am finishing the alfredo, I hear the front door open and close.  I feel my stomach churn in excitement as I run to the door to see my man’s face in person again.  I stop in my tracks, though, as I notice a gloomy look on his face.  The bags under his eyes are heavy; his hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in three days.  He doesn’t look like my Justin.  He looks—dead.

When he sees me, he forces a smile before frowning again.  I can tell that he’s having one of his bad days just by the look on his face.  His honey brown eyes are lifeless and tired, just like the rest of his body.

“Hey baby girl,” Justin mumbles as he walks up to me, hugging me close.  I hug him back tightly, inhaling his scent of cigarettes and cologne.  I hate that he smokes, but the faint scent of the carcinogens are slightly comforting to me since I have been used to it for months now.  I hear him sniffle a little and let out a shaky breath.  I pull away and look into his teary eyes.  His bottom lip wobbles slightly as I wipe away one single tear from his stubbled cheek.

“Go upstairs,” I tell him softly.  “I’ll be up there in a minute, ok?”  Justin sighs, not even bothering to protest.


He slowly turns around and walks up the steps to his room while I stalk back to the kitchen to clean up the dishes I used to make the pasta and I put the pasta in the microwave so I can heat it up later when Justin is actually up for eating.  I let Esther in and put her in her large cage, watching as she plops into her bed without a fuss and almost immediately falls asleep.  I walk up the stairs slowly, taking off my shoes and socks and setting them outside of Justin’s room.  The door is cracked open, so I quietly push it open only to see Justin’s clothes already sprawled out on the floor.  He is lying on his back in bed with the covers only covering the lower half of his body, one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.  He is staring blankly up at the ceiling and I suddenly wonder how often he does this when I’m not around.  I step inside the spacious master bedroom and close the door behind me.  Justin slowly lifts his head to look at me and he smiles small.  It’s genuine, but I know that it is a struggle for him to smile when he’s having days like this.

I take off my yoga pants and my light jacket, leaving me in just my (Justin’s) t-shirt and underwear before I crawl into the king-sized bed on my designated side.  I just sit next to Justin’s frame, my legs crossed and my hands in my lap.  He hasn’t moved from that spot and I know that he’s just too tired to move.

“You’re having a bad day again,” I quietly say.  I can sense his body stiffening at my words and I know that my suspicions are finally confirmed.  He turns his head away from me, almost in shame.  “You know you can talk to me about your bad days.  I’m always open to listen.”

“It’s nothing, y/n,” he unsuccessfully assures me.  “Just an uneventful day.”

“Then why were you in tears when I saw you downstairs?”

“They were tears of joy because you’re back in town.”  He turns to me and smiles widely, but I know that it’s fake.  I know him too well.  I shake my head slowly.

“I have been with you for a year and two months now.  I have been friends with you for three years on top of that.  I know when you’re being honest and when you’re lying to me.  I know you’re having one of those bad days again.”  Justin’s smile falls immediately as he looks down in shame.  I lie down next to him and roll over onto my side, propping my head up on my hand.  I let my small hand cover his larger one, letting my thumb caress the top of his knuckles.  I just stare at our touching hands as he looks back up at the ceiling and begins to finally just cry it out.

I try not to look at him as he silently cries because I know it will only shatter my heart even more than it already is.  I hate it when he cries, but I know that he really needs to so that he can feel better.  Suddenly, before I have time to react, Justin is almost completely on top of me, his head resting on my chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he holds my body tightly.  It takes me completely off guard because he has never reacted like this.  Out of every bad day that he has ever had, never has he just clung to me for dear life.  I don’t say anything, though.  I just let my fingers run through his long, platinum blond hair, not saying a word as his body shakes violently with sobs.

My shirt is soaked with his tears, but I don’t complain.  I would much rather have him cry in my arms and get it all out than just bottle it all in.  Nothing good ever comes out of him bottling things up.

“I hate feeling like this!” Justin sobs.  “I don’t even know why I’m fucking crying!”  I rub his back with my other hand, feeling his muscles tense and relax under my touch.

“It’s okay to just cry, baby,” I coo.  “I know that you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.  You’re stressed and tired.  Just cry it out.”  Justin only cries harder than before and holds me tightly.  I just lie there and continue to rub his back and let my fingers run through his hair.  I hate being in this position because I have no idea how else to help him except to just hold him and let him cry it all out.  I feel slightly useless, but I don’t bother moving.  He seems to be content with being in this position, so I’m just going to let him lie here and have his bad day.

After about ten minutes or so, his hard sobbing begins to quiet down into occasional whimpers and hiccups, his face swollen and red, tears still falling down his face at a constant rate.  Soon the tears finally stop and his breathing is back under control and he just lies there without a word.  He has to be exhausted from all the crying, so I just let him relax.

“I’m tired of having bad days, y/n,” he croaks.  “I just want to be happy again.  I don’t want to be sad all the time.  I don’t want to feel empty.  I want to love my life and everything in it.  I don’t want to feel like this anymore.  I feel so dead when I should be happy.  I have everything I could ever want.  I have money, cars, great friends, an amazing family.  I have God.  I have you.”

“Depression doesn’t care who its victim is,” I explain quietly.  “It just likes to take away everyone’s happiness, no matter if you have everything or nothing.  It has no boundaries and doesn’t care who it destroys.  But you’re strong, Justin.  You’re one of the strongest people I have ever known.  You have tens of millions of fans that love you unconditionally.  You have your family.  You have me.  You have God.  You have all of these people that love you with everything that they have and yet you feel like this.  But you know what?  That’s okay because I know you’re trying your best to not let it consume you.”  I kiss the top of his head as I keep playing with his hair.  “You are so strong.  You are so brave.  You deserve happiness.  And you will get there.  It’ll take time, but I promise that I and the people that truly love you will be here every step of the way.”

Justin sniffles before finally looking up at me.  I can see the broken look in his eyes that I have only ever seen one other time since we have known each other, and I successfully keep my tears back.  I don’t need him worrying about me right now.  He needs to focus on himself.  Justin rolls off of me and sits up in bed slowly, bringing his knees up and resting his arms on them.  He just stares at the wall in front of him.  I know he’s deep in thought, so I just crawl behind him, putting my legs on either side of his hips, and wrap my arms around his torso.  I rest my cheek against his warm bare back, feeling his body rise and fall with every slow breath he takes.  Neither of us speak, and we really don’t need to.

We stay like that for a while, losing complete track of time.  But neither of us really mind.  We’re content with where we are.

“I love you, y/n.”

It takes me completely off guard hearing him speak, but I just break out into a grin and hug him a little tighter.

“And I love you, too, Justin.”

“I swear I’ll get better for you.”

“Don’t do it for me.  Do it for you.  You need this recovery.  And you’re already recovering so well as it is.  You have a long way to go, but it’s one day at a time.  I am so proud of you for how far you’ve come.  Bad days like these are just minor setbacks to a major comeback.  You are so strong, one of the strongest people I have ever known.  And I love you so much for that.  I love you for everything that you are and everything that you’re not.  No matter what happens, I will always love you with everything I have.  Nothing could ever make me stop loving you.”

I feel a stray tear hit the back of my hand before Justin covers both of mine with his own.

“I really don’t know how you deal with me,” he confesses.  “I don’t know how you do it, but I am so thankful for you.  Even if I don’t show it sometimes, I really am.  I love you, y/n.  Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I could never give up on you.”

The rest of the night, we just lie down in bed and hold each other.  No kisses.  No sex.  Nothing.  We just lie there and talk.  We talk about food, movies, what new TV show we should watch once we finish Scandal, and so many other stupid topics that make us laugh.  I love hearing and seeing Justin laugh.  I tell him every time he laughs or smiles that huge, stupid grin he has how he should do that more often.  Every time he just shakes his head and tells me that he hates his laugh or that his smile looks stupid.  But tonight when I tell him, I can see his eyes light up just a little.  He nods his head.

“I’ll try to smile and laugh more.  I promise.”

It’s a small thing, but I know that it will make all the difference in the world.  Justin doesn’t like breaking promises, not even the smallest and dumbest of promises.

He rolls over onto his side so that his back is against my chest and yawns loudly.  I pull the covers over the two of us and turn off the lamp by my side of the bed, leaving us in complete darkness except for the fresh moonlight coming shining through the ceiling-to-floor windows leading to his balcony.  I wrap my arm around his torso and swing my leg over his.  I hear him giggle and it makes my heart swell.

“You’re so weird, babe,” he mumbles but doesn’t bother moving.  He likes it when I wrap around him like a cocoon.

“Get some sleep, Justin,” I whisper as I kiss his cheek.  I hear him yawn again.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”  I laugh and rest my head against the pillow.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And just like that, his bad day is over.  Tomorrow will be a new day.  All of his pain will diminish when he wakes up the next morning, and I am incredibly thankful for how strong he is.

No matter how bad his bad days get, he will always have good days to make up for those bad days in the end.

Bad days are going to happen, but they are only for a day.  The next day is a brand new day with so many more possibilities.  Keep going.  I promise things will get better.  You are loved.  You are important.  I love each and every one of you with all of my heart.  Remember that.

“hey babe,” nate calls out to you to get your attention. you whip your head around to face from the other side of the large living room. “can you get me a beer since you’re at the cooler?” you roll your eyes and say:

“you already have one in your hand!”

“i finished it already.” you know it’s a lie, but you go along with it anyways, knowing exactly what he wants. you bend over slowly to reach the large, blue yeti cooler where all the beer is stored, giving nate a very nice view of your ass. he bites his lip from his seat, very pleased at how your ass looks in the short, white jeans shorts he just bought for you a few days before. you grab a bud light and your coors light and close the cooler, walking over to nate. you hand him his beer and sit next to him on the leather couch, but he moves his hands that are sitting in his lap and he gestures for you to sit there. you give nate an annoyed look and shake your head no. nate smirks.

“come sit on my lap, baby girl,” he mumbles to you. you raise an eyebrow.

“how about no? you’re drunk, nate.” you take a sip of your beer before he suddenly leans in next to your ear and growls:

“i didn’t ask if you wanted to sit on my lap, princess. i told you to come sit on my lap. you don’t want to disobey me, do you? remember what happened last time you did?” you shudder at the memory of nate having you bent over his lap, wrists tied behind your back, him spanking you until your ass was a bright cherry red for dancing with sammy at a club in los angeles just a month before. you can’t decide whether you actually want to obey nate’s orders or simply defy them just so you could be punished again. you finally decide to sit in his lap anyways, your legs on one side of him as you lie your head on his shoulder. he cuddles you closer and kisses the spot behind your ear and whispers:

“that’s a good girl.”

(for pineapplegrier 💋)

“f-fuck y/n,” shawn breathes as you slowly ride him on the couch of the spacious tour bus. of all the places you guys could fuck, you pick the couch. you throw your head back as shawn buries his face into the valley of your breasts, attacking the skin there with his pearly white teeth. you sigh loudly as stares up at you from your chest and you grip his flexed shoulders with your small hands. he hisses as his head moves back up your neck until he’s kissing you hard and rough, all teeth and lust. his hands hold your hips and makes you bounce on his cock just a tad faster than before, causing you to whimper into his mouth.

“shawn,” you mumble. suddenly you feel yourself slide down so far, his cock slams against that one spot that has you like putty in his hands. you moan loudly. “o-oh! oh god! s-shawn!”

“mmm, baby,” shawn murmurs into the crook of your neck. “you’re so fucking good. fucking christ. faster. faster, y/n.” you obey and begin to move your body even faster up and down around him until you can feel the heat in the pit of your stomach growing rapidly and you know you only have a few more seconds if that long.

“shawn!” you practically scream. “i’m about to—”

“do it,” he growls. “cum for me, kitten.” he rubs his thumb lightly against your clit and that’s what does it for you. you scream out as you ride shawn hard and fast, enjoying every second of the electric orgasm running through your entire body. shawn cums only a moment after you, breathing hard into your chest, squeezing your ass with one hand as he bites your shoulder to try—and unsuccessfully—keep himself quiet.

once you both come down from your highs, you rest your head against shawn’s shoulder and try to catch your breath. shawn wraps his arms around your half-naked body and kisses your cheek. “that was much-needed,” he breathes.

“agreed,” you reply. shawn chuckles and continues to hold you until he hears a knock on the door to the bus.

“hey shawn! you have fans to meet, man!” that would be shawn’s security guard. shawn mumbles a few curse words before shouting:


“yeah that’s what you were doing a few minutes ago,” you laugh as he glares at you playfully. more knocks on the door distract you two from your goofy moment. you jolt up to your feet and begin to button up your shirt while shawn pulls up his pants and boxers and runs for the door. before he walks out the door, he turns around and kisses you sweetly, mumbling an “i love you” before walking out of the bus. you widen your eyes when you notice his belt is undone.

“belt, babe!” you see shawn beginning to buckle up his belt as he walks down the steps of the bus. you giggle. there’s going to be so many pictures of him buckling his belt while walking off the bus. you’re betting to wait 30 minutes before a picture shows up.

“do you think this will work?” you ask kendall as the two of you alongside justine, hailey, and gigi walk into the nice guy for big sean’s ama’s after party.

“if this outfit doesn’t get his attention,” the tall model replies, “then you can kiss that boy goodbye.”  you bite your lip nervously before stopping so that you won’t mess up your lipstick.

“don’t worry, y/n,” hailey assures you while taking your hand and giving it a small squeeze.  “he’s going to be drooling all over you for sure.”

“valentino looks good on you, so you shouldn’t have a problem,” gigi chimes in.  you smile at your group of friends that you have grown to love over the past two years since you met them, your nerves settling slightly.  as soon as you step through the doors, though, your heartbeat is blending with the beat of the underline bass traveling through your body.  you can’t even hear yourself think because it’s too loud.

justine suddenly drags you to the middle of your clique, fixing your hair and touching up your makeup quickly before the song fades into another one.  “mercy” is playing as you and the girls basically line up like they’re ready for the catwalk.  all attention is on the five of you and you are close to shying away and running out the back doors when the man of the hour suddenly spots you.

there he is—-your recent ex-boyfriend, the famous justin bieber, standing there at the bottom of the steps.  no shirt.  hair freshly cut.  tattoos on display.  those raybans that you love so much frame his chiseled face perfectly.  you can feel your heart break your rib cage as soon as you see him, but you remain cool and collected as the girls have their model game faces on.  you feel like a shrimp compared to them, but you stand tall like you’re the baddest bitch in the building.

justin slowly takes off his sunglasses, mumbling “what?” to one of his friends in the process.  you bite your lip and begin to descend down the stairs, your confidence growing with every step.  by the time you make it to the bottom of the steps with your friends in tow, you’re smirking like you just won six ama’s, unlike justin, who is dumbfounded at you and your shiny new outfit.  you never go out to clubs because you always claim that it’s not your scene

“did you miss me?” you suddenly hear yourself say over the music.  justin blinks in surprise.  you can already smell the weed and alcohol on his breath as he breathes right in front of your face, but you don’t flinch.  you’re going to be the strong one this time.

“i thought this wasn’t your thing,” justin yells back as he gestures to the sweaty, dancing bodies all around you two.  your group has already dispersed so that they can give you and justin time to talk.  you shrug.

“needed a change of scenery.  besides, i’m a single woman now!  i should go out and celebrate my freedom!”  no matter how convincing you are to everyone else, it’s tearing you apart to be away from justin.  that’s why you decided to go through with this plan to get justin’s attention:  you wanted to get back together with him as soon as possible, and you are willing to put yourself out there to get him back.

you expect some kind of lecture from justin about how this isn’t your scene and that you shouldn’t be out this late or something like that.  instead, you get that wicked smirk and a certain glint in his honey brown eyes that make your knees weak.

“well, if that’s what you want, then who am i to stop you?  enjoy your single life.  it’s fun, honestly!”  you feel your heart break slightly at his words, but you just smirk and grab the bottle of Grey Goose from his hand, taking a hard swig from the large glass bottle.  The clear liquid burns your throat, but you take your three hard gulps and hand it back to him.

“that is all i need from you for the rest of the night,” you say before turning around to saunter off to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall and cry it out.  but a familiar hand grabs yours hand pulls you back, spinning you around and pressing your chest a sweaty, bare one.  you look up at justin, who has his sunglasses back on and smirking.

“it looks you and i both need a partner to dance with.”

“what happened to taking a time out on us?” you question, referencing the fight you two had a month ago when you finally decided to call it quits after a year and a half.  justin bites his lip before meaning in and pressing his lips gently to yours.  your mind goes blank as your lips move against his in perfect sloppiness.  when you two pull away, justin’s arm hugs you securely to his muscular body, making you dizzy.

“i call time in, baby girl.  is that okay with you?”

you can feel your body warm up with excitement and relief, and your confidence is back in full force.  so you smirk and trace your index finger over his cross tattoo.

“dance with me first, then we’ll talk.”


Fucking Jesus help me just imagine you and Nash are alone during a soundcheck for his tour and you are up on stage messing around and dancing to goofy twerking songs until you hear Kadebostany’s cover of “Crazy in Love” play next on your playlist and you lock eyes with Nash and his finger drags itself across his bottom lip as he watches you unzip your—Nash's—oversized gray hoodie slowly and open it a little to show that all you’re wearing underneath is a pink, lacy bra and Nash’s eyes widen slightly and smirk to yourself in victory, knowing you have him hooked, and turn your back to him and slip the jacket off of your arms while swaying your hips from side to side to the beat of the music and you bend over to untie your Nikes, showing off your ass in your short shorts, and you swear you can hear Nash groan and once your shoes are off, you turn back around to see Nash sitting in a chair on the front row, palming himself while staring at you with hooded eyes and a bitten lip to try and suppress his groans, making your core soak through your panties and shorts, so you take off your shorts but keep your black satin and laced panties on and jump off the stage and you glide towards him gracefully and sit yourself on his lip, your legs on either side of him, and you move his hand out of the way and unzip his pants for him and pull out his cock and you grab a condom from his pants pocket that you know he had the whole time and you slip it over him before moving your panties to the side and sliding down on him, and Nash undoes your bra and tugs it off of you and throws it to the side while you take off his shirt and he immediately begins kissing the valley between your breasts, occasionally kissing them as well, as you bounce up and down on his cock and he just keeps his eyes on you the whole time, mumbling about how fucking gorgeous you look riding him.

Why do I do this to myself? Seriously. Why?

But guys just imagine you and Shawn going to the state fair and y’all ride every ride there and you hold his hand during every ride the whole and y’all walk around with his tatted arm around you and constantly kisses you on the cheek or on the forehead, his cool lip piercing always feeling cold against your warm skin, and y’all finally stop to get some cotton candy and he orders a huge one to share with you and he takes a large bite out of it and he grins proudly and says, “Tastes just like you, babe.” And you blush really hard at his statement and when Shawn finishes up the cotton candy and ride a few more rides again, y’all head home and Shawn eats you out and says, “Mmm.. you taste so good, baby girl.”

Let me just fuck myself to Hell already.

Jack Gilinsky looks around the crowded airport, keeping his eyes open and examining the people around him. He sees the faces of fans and security guards and complete strangers minding their own business. Everyone is so oblivious to what is going on. That’s exactly what he needs right now.

“Hey, Jew Nose.” Jack rolls his dark brown eyes and rubs his ear where his earwig is hidden. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, Nate,” the teenager replies sarcastically. “I hear you loud and clear.”

“Good. Blondie, can you hear?”

“Got you in my ear, Skate,” Johnson replies.

“Alright, we’re set. Do either of you have an eye on our suspect?”

“Negative. He’s keeping himself hidden well. He’s smarter than we give him credit for.”

“I don’t see him either,” Gilinsky mumbles while continuing to look around.

“Not smart enough. He’ll slip up,” Nate promises.

“I hope you’re right, man,” Johnson says. “I don’t really need someone figuring out my dirty little secret.”

“No one’s gonna find out. Besides, after this, you never have to do another mission again for the FBI.”

“Thank God,” Gilinsky mumbles. “I’ve done my time. I’m ready to retire.”

“You will. Don’t worry. Now keep an eye out. We can’t let him get away this time.” Both Johnson and Gilinsky continue to walk around, occasionally taking pictures with fans, still keeping an eye out for the Man in White, a top-notch old KGB assassin they have been trying to hunt down for over a year. The teenage secret spies Jack and Jack have been on the hunt for this assassin and they’re the closest that has ever gotten to this son of a bitch.

And they’re not going to let him run this time.

((so i might be doing a secret spy story because i thought it would be cool. this is a sneak peek of it. would y'all want to read it?))