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chillassimagines · 3 years

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New Experiences - PRETTYMUCH Smut Preference

BRANDON (I would like to wear this shirt thanks):

“I think she miss me, she goin undercover just so she can kiss me-”

“Ma, that is the only song you’ve listened to since the EP came out.” You turned to look at your boyfriend as you sat at the kitchen island with a shy smile.

“It’s my favorite, babe. You sound so good on the track too!” You reached out to press your hand against his cheek. He grabbed that hand and pressed it against his lips.

“Thank you, my honey.” He deliberately winked at you, making your jaw drop, and him giggling in response.

“Brandon, you know I didn’t mean to right?” He placed his hands on your waist now as he towered over you.

“I know I’m glad you did, you looked so pretty, and tasted so sweet, my honey.” His hands moved down to squeeze your thighs and you were now under his spell.

“When you talk to me like that, I think of Corpus Christi. It’s sensual and...naughty.” You whispered to your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip and pulled you onto your feet.

“Oh, you like being naughty, princess?” His lips went to nip on your neck and you were long gone.

“Only for you.” You said with a dazed grin as your hands latched onto his arms.

“For who, honey?”

“For daddy.” His hand shot straight to cup your core through your sleep shorts. His finger began rubbing and created a sweet friction for your clit.

“Should Daddy make you squirt that sweet honey in your shorts?” He groaned into your ear and you bucked your hips up.

“Yes. Please Daddy, please make me a mess.” His unoccupied hand moved itself to grip you by the back of your neck. His busy hand busied its way to your wet bare lower lips.

“You already are, my honey.” You moaned with a satisfied smile at his words and his touch.

“I want you to ruin me.” You whispered against his lips and he responded with a harsh kiss. His hands pushed your ass against the island and began removing your clothing. You shivered with delight as the cold air met your heated body.

“I love you.” Brandon proclaimed, as he slowly descended to his knees. Your thighs twitched with excitement as he spread them apart.

“I love you too baby.” Brandon wasn’t one to tease. Which you recognized as a true blessing when his wet lips met your wetter ones. His hands remained, pressing you by your hips against the counter. You sighed in heavenly bliss with his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. You began huffing and puffing, which Brandon noticed.

“Barely even touched on you, honey.” He broke away from your heat to look up at you with those wide eyed brown eyes. You whined and ran your hand through your hair.

“I know! I get too worked up.” This admission made Brandon smirk mischievously.

“Guess I’ll just have to make you cum…more than once.” He tapped on your sensitive clit, making your thighs shake at not only his words, but his movements as well.

“Brandon, I can’t take-”

“You’re about to take me down your throat if you don’t correct yourself.” He rose to his full height with a hand wrapped around your neck. You gasped at his switch in demeanor. His other hand stayed toying with your clit while your noses touched.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, but that takes so much out of me.” You pleaded with Brandon. His lips encaptured yours in a sinfully sweet kiss. His tongue found yours and simultaneously sped up his ministrations on your pussy. His hand left your throat and found its own place cradling your lower back. He welcomed your moans into his mouth to silence your climax. You squeezed on his biceps as your body became undone in his embrace. “Fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit and proceeded to submerge two fingers inside of you.

“Cum one more time, honey.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You couldn’t respond in a full sentence, so you hoped your gasps and whimpers sufficed. You felt Brandon’s joggers rubbing up against your thigh, well, more of what was inside of those joggers. You forced a shaky hand to reach into the front of his joggers to jerk him off.

“So, fucking, big.” You cooed to your boyfriend.

“All for you, my honey. Isn’t that right?” It was his turn to shake, it was all in his voice from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Yes, daddy, just how I like it.” You placed a kiss to his jaw and raised your hips in time with his fingers moving quicker in your heat.

“Pull them down, m’gonna cum.” He grunted in your ear. You could only nod as you were going to do the exact same thing. You lazily tugged down the waistband of his joggers, but it was enough for his cock to find its way out.

“Fucking hell! I’m cumming!” You cried, throwing your head back.

“Right behind you.” Brandon’s lips landed on your exposed neck, sucking harshly against your skin. You felt a flood of wetness in between your thighs as you basked in your orgasm. Your hands fell back from Brandon’s body to support yourself against the island. “Look…honey.” Brandon’s soft coo ushered you out of your daze. Your gaze fell down to your lower half to find you splattered with not only Brandon’s cum, but your cascading release moving down to your knees as well.

“Brandon…I cannot even move right now, let alone admire cum.”

AUSTIN: (IMAGINE BEING A FAWTHA)

“Y/N, I said we could try, I just don’t know if I’ll succeed. And then I’ll feel bad.” Austin whined as your hot kisses spread onto his naked chest.

“Worst case scenario, we’ll both still cum. I won’t be upset, baby. Please! I believe in your abilities to make me weak in the knees like jello.” You winked up at him from your place on his chest. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Well, I’m gonna need you to switch your position, lemme sit up and you sit between my legs...on your knees.” You made an ‘o’ with your lips and quickly did as told. You felt Austin’s soft fingertips slide your nightie straps down your shoulders and his lips proceeded to take their place on your skin. His fingers then traveled to hike the lower half up over your thighs. Your breasts on full display but your heat partially hidden.

“Austin, it’s so chilly.” You teased, tracing your breasts with your manicured nails. His hands immediately encompassed your heaving nipples, anxious for attention.

“The heat’s just kicking on.” He whispered as he began rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. Your hands gripped his thighs as he continued his sweet torture on your body.

“Austin, please.” You begged, pleading for attention to your core.

“You want me to touch this?” One hand left your breast and a single finger slid up your slick slit. You shivered in response and nodded.

“Mhmm. Please baby.” You whimpered as his finger repeated the motion.

“This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it baby?” You whined and nodded.

“Yes, it belongs to you! Please daddy!” You leaned your head back against his chest so you could see his reaction.

“If I didn’t promise that I’d make you squirt, I would literally pin you down and rail you into this bed.” He whispered harshly which made you wetter.

“Daddy...please touch your pussy.” You begged once more. His finger quickly went to work on your clit. You bucked your hips quickly against his hand.

“You’re so wet, I barely have to move, and my finger is slipping so well.” He submerged two fingers inside of you and let his thumb take charge on your sensitive bud. You grabbed his cheek with one hand and pressed your forehead against the side of his face.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You cried in bliss, loving how he touched you and talked to you. You gasped as he added a third finger to your greedy core.

“Wide open for daddy, huh?” You could feel his erection digging into your spine and it turned you on more than anything.

“I’m gonna fuckin cum!” You cried out like a pornstar, but it seemed to push Austin to go faster.

“Cum then baby, lemme see you cum.” He whispered darkly to you. Your hand slapped over the one buried inside you as you came. But Austin knew his duty for the night.

“I can’t, Austin.” You shakily whined as his fingers pushed against your resistance. His free hand pressed against your throat.

“Aww, what about, ‘Daddy, make me squirt tonight?’, now you can’t take it baby?” He teased you as his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, despite his grip on your neck.

“After this, I’m gonna cum inside you, Y/N. Because you’ll be so wet, I won’t be able to pull out.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you quite literally humped his fingers.

“Daddy, I-I-” Austin’s fingers retracted from you and he quickly flipped your body over.

“Be good for Daddy and cum.” His hand curled firmly around your throat and his other palm began harshly rubbing against your clit. You cried out quite loudly as you climaxed for the final time that evening. It was the final time because all you saw was white, but you felt the wetness raining upon your skin, and undoubtedly Austin’s as well.

“Holy shit.” You gasped as waves of pleasure overtook every nerve you could feel in your body.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Austin’s soft tone followed the removal of his hand from your wetness. You felt him press his lips around your tummy as your breathing was accelerated. “Open your eyes, baby.” His voice held nothing but kindness and innocence, despite what just occurred on the very same bed.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You whispered, opening your eyes to see your wet thighs and lower lips pressed together. Austin chuckled as he licked his hand.

“No, I can’t believe you just did that, baby.”

ZION:

“I’m…a little fucked up.” You giggled as Zion pressed a kiss to your forehead. The haze in the room supported your statement. You and Zion we’re enjoying a good old smoke sesh and hotboxing your bedroom.

“And that’s just fine baby.” His singular kiss turned to a kiss on your cheek, your neck, behind your ear, and one long one to your lips. “I am a little fucked up too.” He chuckled at his own imitation of you. You playfully swatted at his naked chest.

“Baby?” You perked up as you got an idea. Zion looked at you…well it looked like he was trying to through his heavy eyes.

“Yes?” His fingers began playing with yours, an odd fascination he always had with you. Especially when under the influence.

“I have a little request.” You held up your thumb and your pointer finger close together as you giggled once more. Zion sighed and pressed his forehead to your shoulder.

“What does the queen request?” You stifled your laughter so you could speak clearly.

“Can I be on top tonight?” Zion pulled away from your shoulder to look at you with devilish eyes.

“Ohhh, so there’s a tonight?” He licked his lips, while he stared into your eyes, and you wanted to bust.

“Only if I can be on top.” You said in a sing-song tone. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and awaited his answer with a timid smile. You were both sat on your knees, facing each other on your bed, while purple LED’s and throwback R&B were filling your background.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess.” Zion held out his hand in a shaking stance. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ohhh, so I’m princess tonight?” You imitated Zion back. He laughed right along with you at that one.

“If I have to sacrifice my position, I need a little motivation.” You nodded and shook his hand, sealing the deal…or your doom.

“Move it then.” You pushed his shoulders so that he would fall down against the bed. His eyes were wide, as he didn’t expect the change to occur so quickly.

“You been practicing or something, princess?” Zion’s hands began tracing circles on your boxer laced hips. You giggled, courtesy of Mary Jane, and began massaging his collarbone and chest area.

“Nope, just been ready to play with you, Daddy.” You stated with pride. Zion’s hands quickly intertwined themselves behind his head and he nodded towards you.

“Then be my guest, princess.” You pressed your hands against his chest, to not only gain balance, but to make sure he didn’t move. You began grinding your clothed privates against each other.

“Daddy…you’re so big.” You moaned out, feeling the whole outline of him spread against you as you moved.

“Bet I’d feel bigger if you let me inside, princess.” He groaned in slight frustration. But Zion knew better. When he allowed you to be on top, you did not appreciate him dominating you. Even if he did disobey once or twice.

“Testing the limits, huh?” You challenged him, making him inhale sharply.

“I’m just makin a suggestion, princess.” You smirked at his response and ceased your grinding. He let out a noise of discontent, but you were quick to shush him. You pulled down his boxers to allow the beast to be unleashed.

“You’re just lucky I want you inside of me just as bad.” You pushed down on your matching boxers to his and flung them off of the bed. You leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to his lips. “Gonna fill me up good, Daddy?” You questioned him. He quickly nodded and you brushed his dreads back off of his hot forehead.

“So good, princess. Take this dick.” He whispered to you, to which you responded with submerging him inside of you. You threw your head back and went to the races on him. You felt his hips thrust up to meet yours, but his hands stayed put clenched together.

“Touch me, Zion.” You commanded him by his name, so he knew you weren’t joking. His hot hands found your bare skin within seconds. One slipped under your bralette and the other gripped your waist.

“Princess, thank you.” He inhaled sharply as your skin began slapping against his. Your jaw dropped when he hit your g-spot and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Rub my clit, Daddy.” You looked Zion directly in his eyes and he knew you meant business. His hand abandoned your breast and he inserted his thumb in his mouth before colliding it with your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted in approval of your decision. You couldn’t respond due to the waves of pleasure you were receiving. You just knew you were close. Your eyes fell closed as you continued bouncing on Zion’s erection. “Lemme see your eyes, princess.” Your heavy eyes opened halfway at his request. But between the high and the pleasure you couldn’t do much more.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy.” You alerted your partner. Zion sped up his thumb at this announcement.

“Cum for me, cum all over me, princess.” You let out a high pitched scream in response to your climax, motivated by his words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Zion chanted as he looked down between your bodies. You were releasing so much liquid that it pooled beyond the base of his dick. When he came, he dug his fingernails into your side and you both watched as you pulled off of him and your cum mixed together.

“I mean, you did say cum all over.” You huffed out, pressing your hand to your beating heart. Zion chuckled and squeezed your thighs.

“Glad I said that.”

EDWIN: (WE WANT THE CURLS BACK)

You grabbed a 100 dollar bill out of your purse and handed it to your nail tech, Nani. She smiled sweetly at you in response.

“You know you’re my favorite client, Y/N.” She lifted you out of your chair by your arm gently. You giggled at her words.

“You must say that to all the girls, Nani. But, I am truly grateful for you to squeeze me in today. My boyfriend is coming back today and I don’t know when I’ll have the time next.” You explained as she helped you put your jacket on, not wanting your nails to be destroyed.

“Anytime, anytime, honey. Now, go get your man!” She shooed you out of the shop with a grin. You made your way to your car and pulled out your phone. You pulled up your snap and snapped a bounce video of your new set. You captioned it ‘dulce colored for my dulce 😋🥰’ and proceeded to tag Edwin. You turned up the radio and began your trip home.

You pulled in, surprised that Edwin’s car was already there. You were positive that you were going to beat him home and it made you salty. You huffed as you shut off the car and locked it before going inside.

“Edwin?!” You called with a small smile as you closed the door behind you. You noticed one of the bags that he took with him was by the front door, so he must not have beaten you by much time.

“In the room, baby!” You were quick to discard your purse, sandals, and jacket to make your way to him. You made it to the threshold of your room to see Edwin closing a full drawer with his clothes inside.

“Baby!” You squealed in excitement. Edwin laughed and made his way to you.

“Mi amor.” He spoke softly as he grabbed your waist. Your lips met his for a long overdue kiss. You laced your fingers behind his neck and slowly separated your mouths.

“I was going to say so much, but it’s all just, poof!” You laughed and he joined in.

“That kiss said it all, I promise you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, show me them nails.” He commanded. You grinned and twinkled your nails in front of him. He tenderly grabbed your wrists and observed the art.

“You like ‘em?” You asked sweetly. Edwin nodded with a smile.

“I love them. I seen your snap for me too.” He linked your fingers together, accentuating the resemblance between his skin tone and the nail color. You would always show Edwin when you got a new set first, mainly because it turned him on beyond anything.

“I thought I’d be home first, so it’d be a little motivation for speed, but…you beat me to it.” You smirked and Edwin mirrored your devilish action.

“Fate knew your tricks and wouldn’t let you play me, amor.” He took your hands and pushed them up against the wall with your body pressed against his.

“No tricks, just aiming to please.” You winked and didn’t move your hands as his dragged down your figure.

“And please you did.” He muttered, unbuttoning the blouse you wore. You let down your arms so that he could remove the clothing. Your bra followed suit and Edwin allowed his preference to be spotlighted.

“I love you…and I missed you.” You spoke of his absence for the first time and this made him harshly press your mouths together as his fingers toyed with your hard nipples. Your hands found solace in his curls in the meantime.

“I missed you so much and I love you even more than that.” He whispered to you with affection. Together, you walked towards your shared bed, and Edwin spun you around so that you could lay out before him. He helped you out of your bottoms before you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re a bit too clothed for this event.” You whined, to which he laughed yet again.

“You’re not wrong, baby.” He quickly discarded his shirt and his jeans. He crawled in between your legs to kiss you again.

“Better.” You caressed his cheek, but it fell away when his face became out of reach as his lips pressed kisses down your abdomen. Your hands settled for his curls once again. He hummed right above your core against your skin, making you shiver. “Edwin, please don’t tease me.” You impatiently begged.

“What if I feel like it?” He looked up at you and winked. You rolled your eyes and tugged downwards on his hair. He scoffed with a chuckle. “A flair for the dramatics, as always.”

“Edwin, shut the-f-fuck!” He interrupted your angry burst with his lips wrapped around your beating clit. You saw that sparkle of evil in his eyes, but you didn’t care. You finally got what you wanted. His hands lifted your hips up so that his neck was more relaxed. Watching his plump lips work on you so sinfully made you moan some more.

“Always got those eyes on me.” Edwin noted teasingly before delving back into your core with his tongue. You nodded and felt your hips buck.

“I know you like it…daddy.” You tested the name and Edwin’s eyebrows raised at you. You let a small smile grace your lips. He pulled back and spit on your heat.

“Yes I do, baby.” You bit your lip at his action and let out a long moan as he kitten licked your clit.

“I’m g-gonna-“

“Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy.” He said before making eye contact with you as he sped up the speed of his tongue. You barely held eye contact with him as your body convulsed from your climax. But you saw yourself squirting onto Edwin’s tongue and that was new for you.

“Okay, wow. That was crazy good.” You breathed out heavily.

NICK: (this gif would have done well for my Red Room imagine)

“Mamas, show me.” You bit your lip as you stepped out of your en suite bathroom.

“Tada!” You cheered lamely and did jazz hands to add more cringe. You were beginning to regret giving Nick a lingerie show…how did Rihanna do it?

“You look so sexy, Y/N.” Nick praised from his seat on your shared king size. You did a twirl and put a sassy hand on your hip.

“I’m not feeling this anymore, babes.” You said softly, feeling awkward. Nick got up and walked over to you.

“Would it make you feel better if…you weren’t the only one undressed?” He whispered in your ear as his fingers touched your showing skin. You giggled as he nibbled on your ear.

“You’re so naughty, Nick. But maybe?” Your hands went underneath his shirt and pushed upwards. He gladly assisted in the removal of his top.

“Naughty is what you like, mamas. I know that for a fact.” He continued to speak in a seductive tone and it was working. He proceeded to snap your yellow panties against your skin and you made a high pitched noise. Pain? Pleasure? Surprise? You didn’t even know yourself.

“And a tease, you’re always such a tease.” You grinned before pressing your lips against his. He hummed against your lips before parting.

“Your tease, baby.” You nudged him back towards your bed and he sat down, staring up at you. You nodded downwards.

“Pants.” He knew exactly what you meant and discarded them as slowly as he could. You straddled his lap and gave him another kiss. This time his tongue made an entrance. His hands grasped onto your ass and you followed his lead by grinding against his boxers.

“You’re already wet, mamas. Whose naughty now?” You moaned and sped up your pace. The lace was pressing just right against your clit at every movement.

“Me, baby!” Your hands grasped onto Nick’s shoulders to keep up with your pace. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he was surprised by your speed.

“You gonna cum?” He grunted as his member grew larger and harder underneath you. You nodded quickly and let your eyes fall closed. Your mouth however, was wide open. Moments later you stuttered against him and let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“F-Fuck.” You whimpered, your clit still throbbing in pleasure. Nick rubbed your back for a few moments before freeing himself out of his boxers.

“I’m gonna flip us, okay mamas?” You only nodded and held on. Once you were on your back you looked at Nick with only adoration. He always thought about your needs first when it came to intimacy. In part because that’s what got him off, but it meant everything to you.

“The buttons.” You nodded down to your underwear. Nick’s fingers rubbed up against your clit as he undid the buttons, making you jump. He chuckled and leaned over you, his chain dangling from his neck.

“Mmm, I love you mamas.” He pressed a kiss to your cleavage and pressed his member against your entrance.

“I love you too, daddy.” You responded while wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He looked at you dumbfounded and you responded with a cheeky wink. This snapped him out of it.

“Say it again.” You giggled and pulled on his hair.

“Someone’s more naughty than we thought. Fuck me, daddy, please.” You gave into his kink. He grunted at you and thrust himself deep inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement and heavy breathing continued as he didn’t slow.

“So pretty, all for daddy, hmm?” He praised you over and over. Your responses came out as ‘yes daddy’, ‘only for you daddy’, ‘right there daddy’, and Nick loved every second of it. You brought his chain between your teeth and he caught sight of it. “So naughty, you just don’t let anyone see. But I see it, I see you, Y/N.” His words spurred you on in addition to his thumb now messily rubbing your clit.

“Gonna watch me cum, daddy?” You purred as your back arched more and more by the second. Nick pulled out and held his dick in his hand.

“You bet your ass I am, mamas.” He began rubbing his dick against your clit and it made both of your jaws drop.

“Yes! Right there!” You leveled your hands against the mattress to gain support as your ground your hips back and forth.

“Say it.” His free hand held your face so you would look up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried out for him. He pinched your cheeks together and let his saliva drop into your mouth. You came undone and lost control of your body. You saw Nick stutter his hips and felt cum all over your abdomen and in between your thighs. When you finally calmed down you looked down there.

“Sexy, naughty, and messy. What else can we add to the list?” Nick smirked as he softly slapped your pussy.

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nightsonights · 4 years

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sleeve- z.k.

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summary: zion gets his sleeve and doesn’t forget about you ;)

warnings: the slightest smut, absolute fluff

authors note: i’m back! feels like i haven’t posted in forever. remember, my inbox is open to requests (might take me a little bit to write them but regardless). enjoy!

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i sat in hypnotic daze at the squint inducing LED display of the TV. my manicured hand reached into the polymer bag to retrieve another corn-baked snack.

the credits quickly rolled from the current episode of grey’s anatomy; netflix inquiring of my current engagement. my hand retreated in disappointment as it gave up its search through the empty reminiscence of cheese dust and polypropylene.

i reached for the remote when i caught sight of the orange dust that had seeped into the creases of my fingerprint. i mentally scolding myself at the pigsty state i had afflicted upon myself.

the cheese dust fingers. the wrappers hang daintily on the foggy glass of the coffee table. the unconscious awareness of elapsed time watching Netflix.

deciding enough was enough, i lifted my weight from the plump cushions of my couch and carried myself to the kitchen sink.

i towered over the silver faucets lining the sink and switched them on in opposite positions. i laundered my hands with the fruity soap nearby, rubbing over the small tattoos lining the length of my fingers.

i smiled to myself as i recalled the mocking tone of zion on the topic of tattoos earlier that morning.

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/“mY fInGeRs taTs lOok dOpe”/

“stop! they slap bro!” i protested, playfully hitting his bicep.

“tHey SLaP brO.” zion threw his head back as he giggled at his playful derisive.

“you’re so annoying”

“i’m just joking witchu. i think your tattoos are... okay” he sided, shrugging his shoulders in comprise-able comprehension.

i let out a short scoff at his lack of impression. “you’re one to talk, flower boy” i teased, referring to the tattooed rose that stood out on the bare of zion’s forearm.

“okay talk your shit now but when i get my sleeve, it’s gonna be hard,” he rubbed his biceps in a boastful manner, “harder than your little finger tats.”

~~~

i washed over the palms of my hands once more before letting the transparent liquid seep through the slips between my fingers. the orange artificial cheese hugged the drops of water and together they slithered down the drain.

i quickly retreated to the living room with clean hands and the full intention to continue my sinful Netflix marathon.

as i plopped onto the faux fur decorative throw blanket that lined the couch, the house alarm indicated that someone had entered.

“kaliyah?” zion called out, his voice vibrating throughout the empty spaces of the house.

“i’m in the living room!”

within a few silent footsteps, zion towered over the loose-cushion back of the couch. his large palms fell to the board of my shoulders; massaging his fingertips into the slips of my scapula.

i melted into his touch, reaching to direct his hands to my most pained areas. i let out a sigh as his hands left my shoulder blades; leaning down to plant a small peck on the soft of my cheek.

“hey baby. how was your day?” he inquired.

“it was good, just catching up on grey’s” i replied, tilting my head up admirably at my boyfriend.

my eyes traced venerably over his attractive features. the curtain of platinum blond locs that hung over his dark, passionate eyes. the loose fitting graphic tee that lightly brushed against his muscle structure.

my examination travelled to his arms, my breath suddenly hitching in my throat at the recognition of the plastic wrap encasing his arm.

“um, z? what’s going on with your arm?” i inquired; eyebrow furrowed as i studied the series of cartoon characters dotting his upper and lower limb.

“oh this? i went to get some ink after work” he acknowledged, glancing down at the fresh puncture of pigment.

“some ink? z, it’s your whole arm. come here, let me see” i urged, patting the spot on the couch next to me.

zion circled around the arm of the long upholstered seating place, plopping down onto the cushion. i gently extended his arm, examining the intricate piercings of the fictional personas.

“it’s just an outline. i have to go back for some shading this week” zion protested, watching nervously as i took in the intricacy of the fictional artistry.

“why didn’t you tell me?” i inquired, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“why? do you not like it?”

i glanced up into his doubtful eyes. “yeah, it’s dope. for a nintendo colouring book.”

i let out a series of unrestricted giggles as zion rolled his eyes dismissively. he sheepishly bit the inside of his cheek; attempting to suppress the laugh threatening to slip past his lips.

“haha good one,” he passively brushed off,” but seriously, do you think it’s okay?”

“yeah baby, it’s hot. id fuck you”i shrugged.

“you’d fuck me huh?” zion challenged.

his large hands groped the soft of my thighs; fingers lightly dancing along the bare of my inner thigh.

“hmm” i hummed, catching onto his salacious proposal and holstering my leg over his pelvis.

zion hooked his finger underneath my chin and slowly reeled my lips onto his fleshy embodiment of love. the kiss left me lightheaded at its simplicity; zion teeth tugging at my bottom lip as he pulled away.

his lips parted to form a sentence but i quickly reunited our moment of fervent inclination. the tension from whatever he needed to say disintegrated as i shifted closer to him; deepening the kiss.

his body hitched forward; lips trying to mirror the hunger found in mine. i gently placed my hands on his chest, signalling him to stop.

“we should go to the room” i suggested, thinking about the tedious work a cum stain would leave on the couch.

i excitedly lifted myself from his lap, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv.

“kaliyah, hold on” zion pleaded, reaching toward to catch my wrist.

“what? i mean, we could do it on the floor but i mean the bed would be more comforta-“

“no, it’s not that” zion interrupted, half smiling at my enthusiasm.

“then what’s wrong?” i inquired.

“i have something to show you” he voiced, ushering me to have a seat.

“okay?” i giggled cautiously at zion’s sudden serious tone.

“don’t be mad at me okay?” zion preferenced, his smile nervously twitching.

zion proceeded to tilt his head, folding the flexible cartilage encasing his external ear. squished between the petroleum jelly and plastic rap stood a nonchalant K.

i lightly traced its swollen properties, brow furrowed at its insignificance. “this is cute.”

zion whipped around to face me, frantically batting his lashes at me in astonishment.

“just cute?” he clarified.

“yeah, i think it’s a cute family tat. kekleli and elom should get one. make it a sibling thing” i suggested innocently.

zion let out a breathy chuckle as he shook his head at my ignorance.

“what? isn’t it just your last name? k for kuwonu” i puzzled as he continued to find the situation amusing.

“that’s a good coverup but i didn’t get this as a family tattoo. i got it for you” zion declared.

i abruptly let out a sharp gasp; clasping my shaking hand over the wide of my mouth. i stared at zion in complete incredulity.

his eyes sparkled with excitement as the corners of his mouth contagiously remained upwards.

“z, you didn’t have to do this” i breathed, misty tendencies forming in my eyes.

“i know, i wanted to do this” zion paused to massage away the lone tears painting my cheeks, “you mean everything to me.”

“you’re amazing z. this is beautiful. thank you. i love you” i cooed, pressing my lips against his.

“you’re welcome baby. i love you too” zion replied as we both feel back onto the couch; eager to reel in the benefits of our love.

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ohreyyy · 4 years

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I really be wanting to write and always have like the most amazing concepts in my head. But as soon as I start typing everyhthing looks weird and all over the place.

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cottoncanb · 5 years

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How you met (Prettymuch preference)

Brandon

Streams of sunlight tumbled into the cafe, filling it with warm, sugary light. The smell of citrus swept through the room, whirling around those who paid it any mind. Following it was the scent of chocolate, sweet and tantalizing. The two danced together to the beat of the traffic outside your little haven.

You sit in the corner of the cafe, your novel sheltering you from the noise of the world. Engrossed in the book, “The Great Gatsby”, it was your third time reading it. You’re chewing fervently at her bottom lip. The chocolate piece of skin damp as your tongue swiped over it every few minutes. Your glasses lie on your nose, framing your face, and behind them chocolate eyes skimmed over the page you are reading.

In walks a man, caramel latte coloured skin. His hair, dark and lustrous, had sheen like fine hardwood. The comparison Celeste came up with is not entirely fair, she realises. Hardwood does not swish gently as the wind caresses it like his hair does. A shiny varnish catches merely light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile.

He was smiling at you.

The moment you come to this realisation you looks back at your hot chocolate, the swirls of foam enticing you as you try to distract yourself from your fluttering stomach. Your head is buzzing. He probably wasn’t even looking at you, right? Why would he? Was there something on your cheek? Maybe your bun had loosened. She raises her arms and checks to see if each braid is in place and they all are. Why are you even worrying? The likelihood of you seeing him again is slim to none. You take a sip of your hot chocolate, set the mug down and continue reading.

“That’s a great book. I’ve read it a few times myself,” a voice says. You look up and it belongs to the gorgeous stranger who is now standing in front of you.

“Oh, yeah. This is my fourth time reading it.”

“I’m Brandon.”

“Y/N.”

Edwin

The small room is full of dancers. Tall, short, thin, curvy. All of them are restless, not only are they wanting this job but also the ones who are hiring. Prettymuch is shooting a music video and they needed some female dancers. You stood in a corner, stretching trying to calm your raging nerves. Switching fluidly from one stretch to another and then stopping to adjust the number on your shirt.

“Alright, were going to have the following numbers come up and audition: 5, 9,3,17 and 20.”

You sigh as you hear your number get called out and begin to walk toward the man. You can feel your heartbeat slowly picking up with each step closer to the room. When you walk in you’re greeted by five beautiful boys, one catching your eye: Edwin.

“Each of you is going to be assigned a boy to dance with. We just want to see who is going to look good with whom for the visual purposes of the video. So, number 5 go to Brandon, nine go to Austin, three go to Zion, seventeen go to Nick and twenty make your way too Edwin.”

The moment you hear yours and his name you both look up and make up contact, a smile creeping onto Edwin’s face.

“Guess we’re together then,” he says. His arm works its way behind you and onto the small of your back, leading you to where the two of you would work together.

Already knowing the routine, you all wait for the music to start so you can dance together. Once the beat spills out of the speakers you turn to face Edwin, holding his gaze as you move closer to him and begin to dance. This is an RnB record so the dance moves are slow and sultry. Your bodies press up against each other as you move to the beat and feel not only the rhythm but each other as well.

The music winds down and you finish the routine facing one another, bodied pressed together with your chest on his. You’re both breathing heavily as the music dies down. He holds your gaze, fingers slowly trailing up and down your back.

Claps from the others in the room sound and break you out of your trance.

“You know my name; do I have the pleasure of knowing yours?” He says as he slowly lets you go.

“Y/N.”

Austin

The whir of the needle rang through the room as you sat on the chair. You’re increasing the tattoo collection you have. You have a few scattered all over your body and have now added one to your back. It went down your spine, little flowers and vines worked their way up and down your spine almost like grape vine. You had even made sure to wear a backless top, because you knew you would be proud of the new art on your body.

“Alright I think I’m done. It’s wrapped and ready to go. Just make sure you pay on your way out. Thanks for coming,” the tattoo artist said as you both stood. You thanked him and made your way to the entrance. It was full considering it was a Saturday and this was a popular spot in your city so to keep yourself occupied you went and stoop by a mirror, back turned to it so you could admire it.

The door bell rings, and two guys walk in: one is tall with a caramel tone and dreadlocks and the other catches your eye, tall, blonde and beautiful. The blonde Adonis makes eye contact with you through the mirror and holds your gaze as he walks. He tears his gaze away from you and goes to set an the reception.

For a moment, you’re confused. Do you want to go and get a closer look at him or should you just leave it because you probably won’t see him again? He’s too beautiful to be common so what would you gain. Fuck it. You get up and walk toward the reception desk, you had to pay for your tattoo anyways. This was a win-win situation: you get to pay for your tattoo and see the gorgeous man. Standing on his left side you opt to observe and not speak to him.

“Your tattoo is cool,” a smooth voice says to you and you connect the dots and figure out who it’s owner is.

“Yeah? Thanks. Hurt like a bitch cause it’s on my spine but, hey, beauty is pain right?”

“Well I’m sure you know nothing about that, you’re naturally beautiful. I’m Austin, nice to meet you…”

“Y/N.”

Nick

The room buzzed with excitement as you and twenty other girls waited for the Prettymuch boys to make an appearance. You were at a special event, an exclusive listening party for an EP they were working on.

Not to sound like a wattpad cliché but you did want to get the attention of your favourite member; Nick. With this in mind you made sure you looked your best. You’re wearing a black body con dress that was just above the knees and a pair of sneakers. Simple but you hoped it would get his attention. That and the fact that you bathed in a Victoria’s Secret perfume so you smelt of flowers and seduction.

The door creeks open, silencing the conversations that had started amongst you and the others and you all turn your heads towards it. Edwin walks in first, followed by Zion, Nick, Austin and finally Brandon.

“Hey guys. Thank you all so much for coming today. We really appreciate all the love and support you’ve given us over the last few years and we really hope you like what we’ve got to share with you today,” Brandon says.

“Yeah so before that happens we’re just going to walk around and mingle. It would be wrong not to get to know all the beautiful ladies in the room,” Zion says.

Through all the talking, you have your eyes focused on Nick and you’re silently begging him to look up and look your way. Just as you’re about to give up, he does. You feel electricity jolt through your body as he looks at you with a soft smile playing on his face.

The guys disperse and make their way to little groups to talk to some people. Nick goes to one on the other side of the room and you feel your heart sink. It may irrational but you thought you felt something. Austin comes to your group and you guys talk about yourselves, him, their music, music in general and just any topic he and you all could squeeze in.

Thirty minutes pass and you take yourself away from the crowd, there’s only so much socialising you can handle before you need to pull away for a little bit. You go grab a bottle of water from the table of snacks they had set up.

“Is there a reason you’re alone and not with a group or something,” someone says softly. You know this voice.

You look up and you see Nick. Standing in front of you. Nick Mara. He is standing in front of you.

“I-I just needed a little break that’s all.”

“I feel that, talking to people just gets a bit much sometimes. Mind if I wind down with you?” He says still holding your gZe and making your stomach flutter. You feel your face starting to warm up.

“No. No as in I don’t mind not no you can’t chill with me. This is your event. You can be wherever you want. I’m going to stop talking now,”

“I think it’s only fitting that I know your name before we spend the next five minutes together, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Um, it’s Y/N.”

Zion

Music pumped the the speakers, it’s best coursing through your veins and elating you more. The red cup in your hand filled with a liquid, you weren’t sure what it was but it tasted good and you’d poured it yourself so there was nothing to worry about. Having empties your first cup, you walked over to the kitchen to get yourself a refill. It was your best friend’s birthday and you were single. This was the perfect concoction for you too hook up with someone.

In the kitchen you swayed to the music as you poured your drink. After you poured it you stood for a moment to catch your breath before going back out into the thick and lively atmosphere that was outside the kitchen. Sort of rebooting your system. You stood and took a sip of your drink, observing people as they walked and talked.

A group walked into the kitchen, led by a the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. He exuded confidence as he walked, leading the conversation he and his friends were having. A smirk sat on his face as he skimmed the room, eyes landing on you. Suddenly you felt sober and began to fidget with the dress you had on. Even with the liquid encouragement you couldn’t hold his gaze.

You kept your head low and looked at the contents of your cup like they were a painting of a Greek God, intricate and delicate. This doesn’t happen to you, you’re confident and upfront so what the hell was happening?

“People don’t normally come to parties to stand in corners alone ma,” a voice said, husky and low. You could feel his warm breath on your neck and his sent worked its way around you. You didn’t have to look up to know it was the beautiful boy.

“I just needed a little break that’s all.”

“Well if you’re done with your little break, how about we go dance? I have a feeling you and me are going to get along great out there mamas. What do you say?”

He inches closer, hand taking the drink that was in your hands and setting it on the counter top. He joins your hands and takes a cautious step forward, looking at you for approval to proceed.

“Yeah sure, let’s go dance.”

“I’m Zion,” he says, coming close to you again. Now on the dance floor you feel he’s front on your back as he starts to move to the beat of the song: Body Party by Ciara.

“Y/N,” you shout over the noise and begin to work your magic with your waist.

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Yikes this is long. Feedback is always welcome, tell me what you liked and what you didn’t and what you want to see and what you don’t. Who was your favourite? Anything and everything is welcome.

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nickshoneyboo · 4 years

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one day i’ll be writing the fluffiest fics you’ll ever read

mark my words 😌

but i’m scared because there are so many great writers around here and i just don’t fit in

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imdreamingofaplaceicallhome · 5 years

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Pretty Much Preference #3: Summer Break

Austin: I watched the clock tick slowly, I wanted out of this classroom. It seemed as if time stood still for the last moments of the class. Finally, the bell rang and we were all leaving the classroom. I made my way to my locker and put my books in and shut the door. I wouldn’t need them for a few weeks because it was finally summer break. Austin came up behind me wrapping his arms around me. Picking me off the ground spinning us around, I laughed as I held onto his arms. He placed me back onto the ground and turned me around so I was facing him. I smiled up at him, leaning upon my tippy toes kissing him softly. He smiled against my lips wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me closer to him as he kept the kiss between us. “Get a room” my friend said as she walked past us. “summer break” I smiled. I grabbed Austin’s hand intertwining our fingers together. I walked with him to his car, he opened the door for me. I got into his car he leaned over kissing my cheek before closing the door. He got on the other side of the car, we drove off from the school parking lot. It was official we were free from school for three months. For the first few days we didn’t do much, just hang out at each others house. “Let’s go down to the beach” he suggested one morning. “Sounds fun,” I said. He went back to his house to get a few things as I got my things together. I waited for him to return and then we were off. I turned the radio on, rolling down the windows. The wind blowing with good music going, it was good vibes. He reached over grabbing my hand as he focused on the road. I smiled as I looked at him leaning over the seats kissing his cheek softly. I placed my feet up on the dashboard, my hand against the back of his neck. Singing at the top of our lungs as we made it to the beach. We finally got to the beach, we sat up a place to put our stuff down. I sat down on the towel and looked up at him, wondering what he was about to do. “You are not going to lay out in the sun all day,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Because we are going to have fun,” he said. “Like what?” I looked at him. “They are teaching people how to surf,” he said. “Can you surf?” I questioned. “That’s why we are going to learn” he smirked, grabbing my hand. I got up from my spot and followed him, I couldn’t wait to see him eat the water. He put on the wet suit and choose a board. He started going out into the water, I stood back and watched him. He tried to catch his first wave but crashed down, I tried my best not to laugh but it was hilarious. He finally gave up and came out of the water, I watched him as he made his way back to where I was at. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t think surfing is my thing” he chuckled slightly. “I see that,” I said as I looked at him. He took off his wet suit and sat next to me. “I’m sure if you wanted to surf you could do it” I said. “Probably,” he said as he rested his arms on his knees. He got up from his spot, I thought he was going to get food. I was wrong as he picked me up and started running towards the water. I screamed for him to put me down but he crashed into the water with me. The waves started crashing over us, he pulled me close to him. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kept him close, leaning up slightly kissing him softly. We played around in the water, splashing each other and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. We finally got out of the water when the sun started to set. I wrapped a towel around me and sat down, he sat behind me so that I was in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me as we watched the sunset. “Perfect ending to today,” I said as I played with his hand. “Perfect” he smiled as he kissed my cheek. I didn’t have much I wanted to do on summer break, I just wanted to spend time with him.

Nick: I was counting down the days until we left to head to California. It was something my family did every summer but this time my boyfriend was coming. We had everything planned out including getting tickets to Coachella. I knew my parents didn’t like it because the trip was meant to be a family vacation. It was just a weekend out of three months in California so I’m sure my parents would be ok. “Ready?” Nick as he placed his bag in the car. “The real question is are you?” I questioned. “Of course” he smiled slightly. “Three months with my family” I looked at him. “Yea but that includes you too” he wrapped his arms around me. “Yea, only thing that’s keeping me sane” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ok you two, let’s go,” my mom said as she pulled us apart. We got into the van and we were on our way to California. It was going to be a three-day drive but the sights we saw were well worth it. We finally got to our hotel, I didn’t even realize since I had fallen asleep against Nick. “Baby” he nudged me slightly. “Uh?” I sat up. “We are here” he rubbed my back. “Good because I’m so over this van,” I said as I got out of the van. I grabbed my bag and made my way into the hotel. I got my hotel key and finally found my room. Nick wasn’t too far behind with his bags. I opened the door and placed my bag down before laying down in the bed. “Are you that tired?” he asked as he got over top of me. “Yes I am, the last drive was the longest” I looked up at him. “True” he leaned down and kissed me softly. “Cuddles?” I asked. “Of course,” he said as he stood up. I got up and got ready for bed as he did as well. I laid down turning the light off as he made his way into the bed. We cuddled together and it wasn’t long before we both were fast asleep. In the morning I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to get out of bed. “Morning,” he said in his raspy voice. “Morning” I traced patterns on his chest. “You wanna go grab some breakfast?” he asked. “We could or we could just cuddle” I snuggled closer to him. “We need to eat then we need to figure out where we need to be,” he said. “Yea I know” I sighed slightly as I sat up. He got up from the bed and got dressed, I got dressed as well. We made our way down to the lobby to meet my parents. We went to get breakfast and talked about the plans for the day. We ended up taking a tour of Los Angeles, sightseeing mainly doing the tourist things. After we got back to the hotel we just relaxed for the rest of the day. Nick and I were excited for the Coachella weekend that we had planned all of our outfits. “These are all so cute and matching” I smiled. “ill match you any day” he wrapped his arms around me. In the morning we got up early so we could start the drive. Our hotel wasn’t too far but we didn’t know how traffic would be. We finally parked and got into the venue. We got our wrist bracelets, grabbed a few drinks as we started to walk around. “Where to first?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter to me” I smiled as I grabbed his hand. We decided on a random stage and laid down the towel. I sat down with my drink as he sat behind me, placing his arm around me. I leaned back against him just enjoying the music. After a while we deiced to go get food and just walk around, he kept his arm around me. Once we finished eating we made our way down to another artist set. “Come on,” I said as I grabbed his hand. “What?” he chuckled as he followed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started dancing with him. He placed his hands against my hips. He leaned down and kissed me softly, I smiled against his lips. “Should I even ask if you’re having fun?” he whispered in my ear. “I’m always having fun when I’m with you” I whispered into his ear. I laid my head down against his shoulder as we moved to the music. We left pretty late and got to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. We crashed as soon as we hit the bed, and just to think we had another day. I snuggled to his chest as I could hear my phone going on. I ignored it and rolled back to snuggle to him. “let’s skip today” he groaned. “Sounds like a plan” I whispered. We skipped Coachella day 2 and just relaxed at the hotel, having dinner with my family. The rest of our L.A. trip was full of laughter and fun, it was nice to have him around. My family loved him and so did I.

Authors Note: I started this back in the summer, I don't know if you guys want me to finish it or not. Let me know if you do. I also know Coachella is in April and nowhere near summer break. I just went with it so I hope you enjoy it!

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portersprincess · 5 years

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Preference #1 - He is slightly annoyed with you

Nick: Today was the big day. After months of secrecy, hiding from fans, paparazzi and even some close friends, Nick had finally received approval from management. You two would finally be going public and you couldn't be happier.

It had all been planned out. Today, the boys would appear on TRL again, to perform and promote their new single and upcoming album. During the interview part, the usual questions would be asked, including the one which was all about what "kind" of girls they liked, what they would do on the first date and if they had girlfriends. Now, usually, Nick would be forced to say no, even though you had been holding special spots in each other's lives for months. You knew the secrecy was part of the contract and partly caused by the whole media attention around them. Management was also worried about losing half their fan base. You knew the reasons very well, yet you couldn't help but feel disappointed and offended by it all. No matter how well you knew that some of the fans could get extremely protective over the boys, you did not like hiding your relationship with Nick. It made you feel as if you were not regarded as a serious match for him by anyone, not even the other Pretty Much members.

But it would all change today.

Nick had left early this morning to run a couple of things by management, to train, practice and spend time with his band. You were used to it by now and knew how to be independent, so you went on to doing your own thing. You were busy with your studies and there was an essay due in about a week, so you were spending most of the day gathering evidence and building up a certain structure. In reality, though, you were busier counting down the hours until the live broadcast on MTV would begin.

You were incredibly anxious about the replies you would receive, but that feeling was overshadowed by the pure joy of finally being "official" and "management approved". It felt like a big step in your relationship, as if this was an extended version of meeting his family.

The hours passed by. By the time you moved over from your desk to the couch, the file which contained your essay was left largely untouched. You sighed deeply and turned on the TV. This was it. You but your nails nervously, but smiled a little seeing how cute Nick looked. You barely heard the words of the interviewer, about their albums and tours. You just wanted to hear the words... Yes I have a girlfriend... You longed for those words to come out of Nick's mouth and finally be released from the secrecy. After about 5 minutes, the question finally arose.

"So, girlfriends..." The interviewer smirked. "Nick, let's start with you today. Do you have a special girl in your life?"

Nick smiled at the camera, looked away, then gulped. He was taking longer than you had expected. "A special girl... I mean, other than my family members?" He chuckled nervously. "I'm afraid not..."

At first, you couldn't even begin to understand what your boyfriend was saying. It barely got through to you. Yet again, your entire existence was being denied. You felt all sorts of emotions at once. Anger, because he had promised they would break the news today. Sadness, because you felt disposable. Like you meant nothing to him. The way he had said it, chuckling, with a little smile, had shattered your heart in a million pieces. You quickly turned off the TV and started crying. At this point, you were wondering what was wrong with you. Why were you not good enough for Nick to go public with? Did Nick not love you as much as you loved him? The emotions were overwhelming. You wanted to run away, far away, from Nick and the harm he had caused today, but you couldn't get yourself to move. Instead, you lied down on your side, facing away from the TV. You allowed yourself to cry a little more, but then forced yourself to pull yourself together. You prepared for a heavy conversation with Nick for the rest of the afternoon, playing scenarios in your head over and over again.

About 5 hours later, you heard the front door. You hadn't moved from your spot on the couch. You had been too busy worrying, grieving over what felt like a battle lost. You sat up slowly, hearing his footsteps in the hallway.

"Y/N?" He said softly, as he opened the door. "Are you sleeping?"

"No," you said as he walked in, facing him now. You could feel the tension in the air. He opened his mouth to say something a couple of times, but the words wouldn't come out.

"I don't know anymore, Nick," you sighed. "That was perhaps the most painful thing ever. No one special." You said, mockingly. "Why would you do that! I don't understand. We went over this like 500 times. Am I not good enough or what?"

"What do you mean?" He shook his head. "Of course you are the best, don't say things like that..."

"Yeah? Funny you can say that to me, but not to anyone else."

"I understand you're upset, Y/N," he pouted now.

"Aren't you?" You started getting angry, raising your voice. "I guess not. Because you don't love me as much as I love you. I never wanted to hide you. But you want to hide me from the world, so I must shut up. Because that's how we do things in this relationship apparently."

"What?!" Your anger started annoying Nick. You could tell. "You're being completely unreasonable here. It's such a childish thing of you to say. You know I don't even have a say in the content of the interviews, right?"

"We went over this!" You repeated, "You went over this with your management, even!"

Nick slowly walked over to you, shaking his head as he sat down next to you on the couch. "Y/N. What can I do? There was some bad press the past week. They didn't think it was the right time."

"Not the right time? We've been waiting for months, Nick! Months!"

"I know," he sighed, grabbing your hand. "But it's unfair of you to get angry at me for this. I don't have much of a say in this, babe."

"You should've just said it. To hell with your stupid guidelines," you sulked.

"You're being childish," Nick groaned in annoyance. "I can't just do that. I could get a huge fine, for starters, and God knows what else."

"Next interview you have to say it!" You yelled in frustration. "I feel like you don't care at all!"

"No, Y/N." He shook his head once more, looking at you. "I won't."

"So you don't care," you huffed. "Okay, cool. Good to know."

"Stop!" He let go of your hand, frowning. "Why the fuck do you care so much about the publicity all of a sudden?"

You blinked, surprised by his sudden outburst. "Publicity?"

"Yes, the publicity," he punched the couch in frustration. "Why can't you, for once, just one time, understand that I love you. And I don't fucking care who knows about us and who doesn't. In the end, I'm sure of my feelings for you. Quite frankly, I'm beginning to doubt whether you're in it for me or for the fame. Considering your eagerness to be out in the open!"

You blinked a couple of times, then frowned. "What are you talking about? You know that's not true!"

"That's how it feels to me right now, Y/N! But guess what. The publicity has to wait. Because we're not telling the fans yet. And if you can't deal with that, you know where to find the exit." He looked away, noticeable annoyed, close to upset. This time, you took his hand, slowly realising how your emotions and your actions had appeared to him. The way he said it, made you consider things differently. In the end, the truth was that you just wanted to be with him. Everything else could wait. The idea of losing him over something like this made your heart drop to your stomach. The threat had never fealt realer, as you realised he wasn't joking.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out after a large moment of silence. "I love you for who you are, you're right. I know it was a lot to ask and I'm sorry I attacked you over something that is not your fault..."

"Even if it was, Y/N," he stroked your hand with his thumb. "Even if it was, I don't understand why just being together isn't enough. Why do you need people to know? You'll get hate. You'll be followed everywhere you go. I don't understand how you want that..."

"Well, I don't want that, necessarily. It just feels like I'm illegitimate sometimes. Like some mistress you need to hide from your wife." You shrugged. He laughed at the comparisons.

"But you're not. I love you a lot. That's all you need to know. That I love you and that I want this. The time will come that we break the news publicly, but until that, let's just enjoy what we have. Please. Please let's not ruin what we have because of this," he pouted, pulling you into his lap.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I love being with you," you put your head on his chest. "I'm a little needy and annoying sometimes, am I not," you sighed.

"Sometimes, a little," he chuckled, cupping your face. "But even that, I love about you..."

You smiled and couldn't help but think that you truly had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love that we talk things through," you said, smiling shyly. "I love you," you sighed happily and leaned into what would turn out to become a very passionate kiss.

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prettymuchsempiternal · 6 years

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10,000 Hours Song Pref.

So guys, I’m kind of working on a song pref series for Prettymuch, not all the songs are pm songs but here’s the first! Hope you like it, this is my first time writing for the boys and I’m a little rusty cause I haven’t written in so long so.. be nice please?

“Nights on nights on nights

Days on days on days

Clockwork, light work, homework

We don’t take no breaks.”

It’s Friday night and finals week is 2 days away. As if things couldn’t be more stressful and upsetting, Nick flew all the way here just to see me but I’m so stressed about potentially failing my chemistry final that I can’t really even spend any time with him. I hear a vibration and gratefully look away from my flashcards.

“Hey baby girl, how’s the studying going?” The message reads.

You’d think that after a year of being with him I would feel less giddy when he called me baby girl but the feeling never ebbs.

“Well, my head hurts and the words are kind of blurring together but apart from that? Terrible.”

“I’m coming over.”

“Babe, I don’t want you to come over just to sit here while I study.”

“Too late, I’m already in my car. I’m going to go get some snacks. See you soon.”

I roll my eyes at the comment but smile anyway.

“Besides, I’d rather sit with you while you study than to not be with you at all. Plus I can help you.” He says a minute later.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?”

“With incentives for questions you answer correctly ;)”

Oh man… something tells me I’m not going to get a lot of studying done tonight.

“We gon’ get it right, get it right, baby.”

“Brandon how are we supposed to have a relationship if every time we actually get the time to see each other we fight?” I cry to him. Here we are again, doing the same shit we always do. With Brandon and the boys always working to build their careers, him and I don’t get to see each other too often. When we first met they hadn’t come out that they were a boy band and we got to see each other almost everyday and practically never fought but now things have changed. Every time it’s something different. Sometimes it’s as small as leaving a pile of clothes on the floor and other times it’s about a picture or video of him holding a fan a little to close for my liking or in this, and most, cases he works all the time. You’d think that when we finally had the time to be together he’d want to be with me but he’d apparently much rather spend time with his computer and sound system.

“The long distance is apparently putting too much strain on our relationship we can’t keep fighting like this B, I can’t keep fighting like this. Maybe we should just give up, stop trying. Quit while we’re ahead. Maybe it’d be better for both of us to just move on.” I say, wiping the tears from my face, only to have them replaced by more.

At this, his face drops, “Give up and stop trying? Move on? What are you talking about? We can’t give up. Y/N I love you. I don’t want to move on, there’s no one else I want to be with. No one I want to try this with other than you.” He walks over to me, cupping my face in his hands. “Y/N you’re all I want. But if this is what you really want, if this is what will make you happy then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll give you up right now if you don’t want to be with me anymore but I really, really don’t want to. I know I’m bad at showing it sometimes but you’re the love of my life. We’re going to get it right, we have to.”

“Take you deeper than the ocean

Have you all in your emotion

Making hours out of seconds.”

“Babe, do you have to go back?”

“I wish I didn’t, Z. No part of me wants to go back and to school but I have to.”

It’s 3:38am and I’m lying down in bed with Zion, cuddled up and trying not to think about how the day after tomorrow I’ll be flying away from him.

“You could always take a semester off.”

I look up at him for a moment before he says, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding I just don’t want you to leave me. This is the most time we’ve ever spent continuously together. I still can’t believe you’ve been here all summer… I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like without you here sleeping next to me.”

I kiss the corner of his jaw, “I know. But I have to say that it’ll be a lot easier to sleep when I don’t have to fight an actual tree for the blanket.”

“Oh please! You’re the blanket hog. I just try to hang onto enough to cover my body. “

“Your body is too long!”

“Fight me.”

“Nah, I’d have to record it and I don’t want to embarrass you in front of all the BEANZ and the boys. Cause I’d win.”

“Girl please,” He rolls his eyes.

I just smile up at him, trying to memorize the curve of his jaw, the way his dreads fall across his face and the light in his eyes when he looks at me. It’s not that I’ll never see him again but we won’t be able to physically be with each other for months after I leave because he’ll be going on tour. Face time just isn’t the same. He sees the tears welling up in my eyes and his own smile drops, “What’s wrong?”

My smile grows just a little, “I’m gonna miss you so damn much. “

“I’m going to miss you too baby,” He says leaning down to kiss me.

When we break apart I look at him again, or stare is a better word I suppose. He grins, “Are you stunned by how dashingly good looking I am?”

“I love you Caleb.”

His smile falters before widening to a full on Cheshire grin. “I was supposed to be the one to say it first, way to ruin my plans.” He playfully rolls his eyes.

“Oh there was a plan?” I tease.

“Oh yeah, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed tomorrow and confess my undying love for you.”

“I’d like to see the day where you wake up before I do.”

“Oh she’s got jokes. But I’m serious, I love you Y/N. I really was going to tell you before you left. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. No one has ever really connected with me on the same level as you. No one gets me the same way. This sounds so cliché and I hate saying it because of that but no one makes me feel the way you do.”

I look at him for a moment, a slow smile growing across my face. I lean in to kiss him, slowly and gently, before pulling away and snuggling into his side.

“I don’t think anyone has ever loved anyone as deeply as I love you.”

“I’ll put in the time if you let me

I’ll fill up your mind with some memories.”

“Austin we’ve been playing this game for over 6 months and nothing has changed. This is the perfect time for the both of us to just move on.” She sighs, letting her head drop down into her hands.

Y/N and Austin have known each other for about a year now and have had feelings for each other for just as long. They really never attempted to hide them, everyone knew they liked each other, including them but neither of them ever made a move to define their relationship. The beanz constantly asked if they were dating and the answer was always no but that didn’t stop them from shipping them and in some cases, hating on Y/N. Y/N never had much of a problem with their relationship dynamic for the majority of its duration but lately she’d been feeling like maybe Austin didn’t ever make a move toward becoming official with her because he didn’t actually want her like that or see her as girlfriend material. To make things even worse, Austin just found out that management wants the group to go on a press tour for their album before their tour so instead of being gone for 5 months; he’s going to be gone for 8. And he’s leaving next week.

“What game? What are you talking about? Who’s playing a game?” He asks.

“You like me, I like you, you know it, I know it, the boys know it, our families know it, hell even the beanz know it. We cuddle but only if it’s just the boys or us. Sometimes in public you’ll put your arm around me but when people ask you tell them that we are just friends and that you don’t think of me like that. You won’t really give any girl the time of day or you ditch them to be with me but you always tell people that we aren’t a thing and you’re single. And sometimes you just look at me like I’m everything you want, not just physically but like you don’t ever want to leave my side. When I come over or you come over you say hi to me by kissing me on the forehead and call me babe and baby but yet, you always introduce me as just a friend… If you don’t want to be with me like that that’s fine but Austin, I can’t keep doing this. I’m not going to push you into being my boyfriend when that very much seems like something you don’t want, if you don’t see me as girlfriend material then that’s fine. Breaking things off would probably just be the best decision for the both of us because I can’t be the girl you keep close until you feel like you’ve met someone worth your time. Maybe you’ll meet someone on one of your tours; maybe you’ll meet someone on this tour. We can’t keep each other from living our lives. We’re not together anyway, not really, maybe this is our sign that we should put an end to… whatever this is.” She says, her voice cracking at the end. She sniffles as Austin looks down at her sitting on the edge of his bed from his perch on his desk, his mouth slightly agape. The silence settles around them, his gaze never leaving her tear streaked face. After what feels like 2 full minutes of silence Y/N eyes drop to the ground and she gets up wiping at her face with her sleeve, “Glad we had this talk.”

“Y/N wait,” He croaks out grabbing her arm. She stops but keeps her head down, not daring to look at him. “Is that really how you think I see you? As just some girl to fill a void until I feel like I’ve found ‘the one’ or something? “

Y/N just stands there, saying nothing with her face turned away from him.

“Y/N look at me. Please,” He pleads. When she doesn’t comply he slides off the desk to stand in front of her and takes her face in his hands. She closes her eyes before he can make her face him and he watches the tears flow down her face with his own building in his eyes.

“Y/N, the last thing I think of when I see you is just some girl. I would never think that about you, you’re so much more than that okay? I, God, Y/N you are the girl. You said I look at you’re everything I want and that’s because you are, baby. Will you please open your beautiful eyes and look at me?’

She keeps her eyes closed a few more seconds but slowly opens them and rests them on Austin’s face. She could hear his voice shaking but she’s still surprised to see that his cheeks are wet from him own tears.

“I want you in every way possible, okay? But I’ve seen first hand with myself and the other guys what a relationship can do to someone when you’re in the position I’m in. I don’t want you to go through that. The loneliness, the hate, the paparazzi, the jealousy planted by paparazzi, I don’t want that for you. I just-“

“Austin,” She interrupts, “Don’t you think I already go through all that? Don’t you think I get lonely when you’re off on some tour or going to London or wherever to shoot a music video or when I go to visit my parents? We spend basically every moment that we can together, of course when I’m not with you I’m lonely and I miss you. And if you think not having the label of your girlfriend is saving me from hate then you’re sadly mistaken and you should probably log in to your social media accounts a little more often. Like I said, we’re together as much as we possibly can be and the beanz know, or at least theorize that we have feelings for each other. Austin you aren’t saving me from anything by keeping me labeled as your friend okay? Just save the bullshit. If you don’t want me to be your girlfriend then you don’t want me to be your girlfriend that’s fine but just let me go.”

“When did I ever say I didn’t want you to be my girlfriend?”

“When did you say that you did?”

He sighs, his shoulders slumping. “You wanna know why I’ve never tried to make us into an official thing? Because I’m scared Y/N, you’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful and I can’t look at twitter or Instagram without seeing at least a dozen comments about how ugly I am and how prettymuch would be better without me and how you would never actually be into me so why would I ever think that you would want to be with me? You’re so out of my league that it’s comical and I never wanted to push my luck. I figured that if I tried to really make you mine that you’d say no. And that I’d lose you and I just really didn’t want to do that. I can’t imagine not having you around so if having you around meant that you weren’t really going to be mine then I was willing to live with that.”

“Are you serious? I’ve been so completely transparent about how I feel about you. I get that people on the Internet are bitches and they get you down but I don’t give a fuck about what they have to say, all right? There is not a single person on this planet that I would rather be with right now or any other time than you. And fuck anyone who says you’re anything less than fine, baby. You are a fine, multitalented man that deserves so much better out of this shitty world than what you get and I-“ She stops.

“And you what? “

“I just hate to hear you talk like that about yourself. I’m not going anywhere okay? “ He wipes away any moisture left on her checks with his thumbs and searches her face before saying, “I know we aren’t together, not really, but I think I’m falling for you.”

She turns her head and kisses the inside of his palm and says, “I already fell. Now ask me to be your girlfriend so we can make the most of the week we have left together. We’ve got memories to make.”

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arreagarussett · 6 years

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Dating Brandon Arreaga.( for Andrea)

• Brandon would be absolutely in love with you.

• cheek kisses all the time.

• tries to bring you to every show so you could watch him perform.

• peaks your lips quickly before going on stage.

• you playing with chains all the time while being in a warm embraces.

• kisses on the forehead.

• him singing you to sleep

• making secret songs together that will always stay between you two.

•taking really cute Instagram pictures

• him always secretly recording you and then uploading it to his story.

• “ look at my baby.. she’s so perfect”.

•him playing with your hair a lot.

•holding hands everywhere you go.

• him always laughing at your very bad jokes.

• he loves staring into you beautiful eyes.

• when he’s on tour, he’ll send you a bundle of roses.

• facetimes you just to see your beautiful face.

• “ sheez, how did I get so lucky!?”

• very cute cuddle session.

• helping him make beats.

•” babe how does this sound?”.

• cooking together.

• loves calling you babygirl.

•” babygirl.. I love you.”

• get jealous really easily

• he buys you necklaces and chains and rings cause he knows how much you love his.

• you being his muse for his songs

#brandon arreaga #zion kuwonu #edwin honoret #nick mara #prettymuch #austin porter #eggwin #prettyway #would you mind #imagines #prettymuch preference

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nickuwonu-blog · 6 years

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chick-fil-a [b.a]

“Yeo i think about sitting in Brandons lap and just cuddling him with my face in the crook of his neck so i can place kisses there whenever i feel like it and his hand is running up and down my back anytime he feels like it and like....even better if its after a long ass party and its 2am and everyone is chillen and talking and its not weird or anything cuz Nicks cuddling alexys and Austin is resting his head on fiffanys legs and Edwin is with Tiffany and Zion is sleeping and yah!”

REMEMBER THIS ICONIC LIL THING, SISTERS?? WELL, BASED ON THAT LIL THING I DECIDED TO WRITE MY OWN LIL THING:

can you actually imagine how perfect that setting would be? like it’s two in the morning, and the nine of you are spiraled across the living room of the boys’ house watching re-runs of boy meets world. everyone is tired but not tired enough to actually fall asleep. except for zion who only fell asleep as an ironic way to keep himself entertained.

you’re on the couch sat on brandon’s lap sharing headphones with him, one in his ear and one in yours while one of his many spotify playlists is on. every so often, he’ll remove the earpiece to hear what’s going on in his favorite show before quickly allowing the music to resume in his ear.

nick and alexys are towards the end of the couch, closer to the television. her head is rested on his shoulder as the two of them keep their eyes locked on a young cory and topanga. austin’s head is laying in fiffany’s lap as she’s sitting upright on the couch with her fingers playing in austin’s hair. edwin and tiffany are nowhere to be found as they had finally decided to take their romantic chemistry elsewhere. all the while, zion is laid across the other end of the couch with his head laying comfortable on a pillow.

it had been a long night partying with them, only for it to end with stopping by chick-fil-a then going back to the boys’ house. of course, it was your boyfriend’s idea to stop by and get food on the way home because that boy has in appetite on him. it’s not like anyone was opposed to picking up food, deciding on where to actually get food was the issue.

“edwin, turn the car around.” brandon held on to the head rest of the driver’s seat as he tried to convince his friend to turn around.

“no,” edwin started, “we already passed chick-fil-a so i’m not turning around for shit. plus, mcdonalds is closer to our house. i’ll buy you a mcchicken if you want.”

“yeah,” tiffany chimed in, “and didn’t you see how long the line for chick-fil-a was?” she pulled down the mirror in the passenger seat as she talked, checking to make sure her makeup was correct.

“i would wait my whole life for chick-fil-a if that’s what it takes. c’mon, man, just turn around this one time.” brandon whined.

“yeah, edwin,” zion (who sat to brandon’s right in the backseat of the car) agreed, “i’m in the mood for a spicy deluxe.”

edwin scoffed, “you can barely handle a bag of takis let alone a whole spicy chicken sandwich.”

“that’s not the point,” you spoke up (sitting on brandon’s right, behind edwin), “we all want chick-fil-a and i swear to god i will buy you whatever you want from there if you turn around.”

edwin, being his dramatic self, slammed his hand down on the arm rest before speaking. “fine. but next time it’s late at night and i’m in the mood for in-and-out, one of you fools is taking me. and you’re gonna pay for my meal.”

you laughed into brandon’s neck has the memory that only happened hours ago washed over you. feeling something that wasn’t your lips pressed against his neck, brandon slightly tilted his head in your direction, trying to discover what this new feeling was only to realize that you were just laughing.

“what’s so funny?” brandon whispered while lightly laughing at the same time.

you shook your head, “i was just thinking about the whole chick-fil-a thing and how edwin made me buy him two meals, and breakfast for tomorrow morning.”

“don’t forget about the milkshake,” alexys added once she overheard the conversation. she kept her eyes on the television the entire time she spent talking, only to be surprised her boyfriend fell asleep when she had been momentarily distracted.

“their milkshakes are good, he was smart to make you buy it for him.” austin spoke as he held his hand on fiffany’s thigh.

you laughed once more before resting your head back into the crook of brandon’s neck as a new song started playing from his phone. the beat itself was very calming yet sounded familiar. and the man singing was definitely a voice you had heard before, you just couldn’t quite identify it at the moment.

“what song is this?” you asked brandon.

“it’s called ‘saved’ by khalid.” he picked up his phone to confirm he was correct about the information he had just distributed.

“ooh,” you started, “you guys should collab with khalid. that’d be cool. collab with bazzi and blackbear while you’re at it.”

it was brandon’s turn to chuckle, “i bet you want us to make music with one direction too, huh?”

you shook your head once again, “you guys are unworthy,” you half-joked; causing brandon to laugh before tapping you on your back. “shush,” he replied, leaving his fingertips on the center of your back.

your eyes fluttered shut before you placed your head back into the crook of brandon’s neck, placing a small kiss at the base of it. the all too familiar feeling caused him to began tracing small circles at the bare skin of your back before he started talking once again: “the two of us remind me a lot of cory and topanga.”

“how so?” you questioned, too lazy and tired to open your eyes or switch positions on his lap.

“you know how in love cory is with topanga? that’s how i feel about you.”

basically this is a a really short brandon blurb that no one asked for

also i wanted to keep tiffany out but i decided to keep her in and make her passively aggressive bitchy lmao

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagine #prettymuch preference #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagine #edwin honoret #austin porter #nick mara #zion kuwonu #beanz #boy meets world #cory matthews #topanga lawerence

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