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Make a wish - z.k
A/N: I’m late I know sorry but ya gal had things going on. It’s never too late to provide some Zion content for you all so enjoyyyy
The room fell silent as Nick dimmed the lights. Everyone’s faces came alive from the orange flames flickering above the vanilla frosting. As the room of Zion’s closest friends erupted into a chaotic version of “happy birthday” Zion couldn’t help but notice how the flicker of the candles bounced off of your features perfectly. Behind the intense colour of your eyes Zion could see the deep burn of orange, enhancing the beauty of your orbs. He loved how your jawline stood out above all your features, begging to be peppered with kisses by his plump lips. The best thing for Zion was your smile, how the flames made it seem even bigger than it was, lighting up the room better than the candles did. Your lips moved to the words of the song, your angelic voice heard above all the other out of tune melodies from his friends. As you placed the cake in front of him he felt your lips land a perfect kiss to his forehead, an action so simple yet so meaningful to him.
Closing his eyes to blow out the candles as the song died down he heard you mutter “make a wish baby, whatever you want”. You’d assumed his wish had been for another dog, those shoes he wanted or for the boys to be successful for as long as possible. However, everyone else in that room knew what it had been. It had been for him to be able to hold on to you forever, to keep your love alive and to never let you go.
His eyes fluttered open, his long lashes batting themselves your way. Ignoring the loud claps and cheers from all his friends, he pulled you close by your belt loops, his large hands landing firmly on your behind, giving it a cheeky squeeze, echoing a hearty chuckle from within your chest. “Thank you ma, it’s been the best birthday ever”. After a quick peck to his lips, whispering in his ear, you told him “believe me babe, the best of it is yet to come. Meet me in your bedroom in 10 minutes, I’ve got another present for you”. He watched as your hips swayed themselves away from him, your jeans hugging you in all the right places. Your figure slowly started to disappear as his friends circled him, all patting his back and wishing him a happy birthday for the hundredth time. All he could think about was your final words, his eyes fixated on the spot he’d seen you in last. With his leg shaking, he anxiously counted down the seconds till you were able to give him his final birthday present. He knew it’d be worth the wait.
Photo tag
you HAVE to marry the last celebrity in your camera roll, and your last saved meme is your reaction
Promise you it is a coincidence that it’s Zion didn’t do it in purpose 😹
I tag: @ariamsz @darkrosekuwonu @bulletkuwonu @dairyfarmer
hey could i pretty please have soft edwin imagine?? something to do w mornings, thank you!!
Lol this was requested a while ago I’m sorryyyyyy, hope you like it 💞
With your elbow propping you up you watched your sleeping boyfriend, the steady rise and fall of his chest soothing you. Your fingers lazily followed the hand and rope tattoo that adorned his defined chest, causing him to gently awake from his slumber. A smile climbed on to your features, overjoyed at the fact you could now spend the day with your beautiful boyfriend. The sun peaked through the curtains, painting his body with an orange glow, helping bring him to life abit more. With a lazy smile on his face, he gently kissed your forearm that was reaching across his face to now trace his arm tattoos. Climbing across him your feet carried you to the kitchen, edwins protests of you leaving him in bed slowly being drowned out by the noise of the kettle.
Gently you nudged his door open, doing your best to keep the tray in your hands steady. The two cups of coffee, croissants, and fresh fruit sat neatly on the dark blue tray, causing Edwin’s heart to melt at your loving actions. He loved days like this, when you made him breakfast in bed, or when you treated him to lunch or took him shopping. Don’t get me wrong he treated you all the time and made you feel like a queen but the days when you reciprocated fully were the best. You treated him like a king every chance you could but it was in Edwin’s nature to treat you, to which you’d always tell him to tone down on but he’d never listen. His constant desire to treat you meant you had very little opportunity to do the same, so on days like this you alaways seized the chance.
Sat in one of his neon tops, and him in his boxers, you both peacefully enjoyed your breakfast. The soft hum of music played gently in the background, careful not to wake his sleeping band mates. Once you’d both finished he pulled you into his lap, twirling strands of your hair around his finger with a smile pulling up the corners of his perfect lips.
“What’s got you smiling bub ?”
“You, you’re just perfect for me in every way, couldn’t be luckier”
To that you buried your face in his neck, hiding the blush that crept it’s way onto your cheeks. A giggle rose from Edwin’s chest, he knew you’d be embarrassed by his comments, they always made you turn shy within a second. His hand stroked your thighs whilst your lips placed sloppy kisses along his neck, showing how much his words meant to you. The music still hummed quietly in the background, being drowned out by Edwin’s quiet moans.
The rest of the morning was spent with you two cuddling, listening to whatever song started to escape from his speakers. Both of you couldn’t get rid of the smiles on your features, both so blissfully happy to be able to be in each others presence.
Kicking - prettymuch
Okay so this was requested by @prettymuchgirlbeanz ages ago and I’m so sorry for how late it is but I’ve finally done it. The request was for me to write about the boys’ African-American friend who is 7 months pregnant but the baby daddy left. Out of all the boys she is closer with Zion...
Being 7 months pregnant was not easy, it was made even harder when you were in a hot studio filming a video for the boys. Your feet were swollen making it extremely painful to stand up, your boobs ached constantly and your back never stopped cracking. Despite the agony you were in you’d done this for all the boys, especially Zion. He’d helped you for this whole pregnancy, he’s promised to be a father figure for your baby once your boyfriend left, he went to all your appointments with you and he never stopped looking after you. The least you could do was help them for one of their buzzfeed videos. That morning you’d spent ages getting ready to make sure the camera couldn’t pick up on how tired you were. Your mum had box braided your hair the night before making it perfect for today, the orange dress you chose complimented your dark skin perfectly and the fenty foundation hid the hot flushes your pregnancy kindly provided for you.
Hearing your name fall from one of the boys lips snapped you out of our trance. Making your way over to the couch they were all perched on you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, causing you to bend over in agony on the couch. Straight away the happy smiles on the boys’ faces were replaced with concerned frowns. Zion pulled you to him, one hand on your stomach and the other hand holding yours so you could squeeze when the pain hit harder. The boys were all thinking the worst until you told them to look at your stomach, at which they could see movement and poking, making your stomach stretch everytime.
“If this is boutta be the scene from alien I’m running, sorry ma”
“Zion, can your extra ass not see that the baby is kicking”
At your words Zion’s famous smile spread its way across his features, so happy to see your baby moving around showing that it was happy and healthy. All the boys placed their hands on your stomach, giggling whenever they felt a kick to their palm.
Throughout the video the boys were constantly distracted by your belly, overjoyed to know the baby was okay. Thats all they’d worried about for the last few months, knowing the stress you experienced because of the baby’s deadbeat dad leaving could’ve put it in great danger, but now all those worries were squashed. Once the excitement had calmed down you did your part for the video, helping Lindsey find a perfect outfit for her date with the mystery man the boys had chosen. However, for the whole time Zion had one hand placed protectively on your bump, which obviously caused the fans to go into a frenzy. The fans all had their theories about you two which you chose to ignore for now, but the little concepts about how Zion would one day twist your little toddlers curls into dreads just like his always made you smile, and the jokes about how they better not be dry like his never failed to make you laugh. You couldn’t wait for the life ahead of you, with your boys and your baby.
Walking - z.k
A/N: after literally almost 5 months of sorting myself out I’m back. This is a continuation of my story kicking ...
Over the course of the last year your life had changed dramatically. Your beautiful baby boy had arrived into the world after an agonising 3 day labour, during which Zion had always been by your side holding your hand. During the end of your pregnancy you’d spent almost every day together, stirring the rumours even more for the fans. One evening you were sat in your apartment listening to music for the baby when one thing had led to another and you’d admitted your feelings to eachother after seeing yet another fan theory. Zion promised you’d he’d wait for you, knowing that right now, with a little baby boy on the way, was not the time for you to get into a relationship.
No offence to Zion but once the baby was born you’d sort of forgotten his promise, completely focused on your little boy. He’d been a difficult baby, refusing to breast feed, needing only 1 hour of sleep a night then when he was about 3 months he’d gotten meningitis at the exact same time the boys went on tour, leaving you without your support system. Those 6 months that Zion was away made you realise how much you needed him, how much you and your boy depended on him. Zion rang everyday to check up on him, even referring to him as ‘his little boy’. You realised you had created a family with him in it without even knowing.
That realisation got you into the situation you’re happily living in now. Every night sitting on your couch in your shared apartment snuggling into Zion as you watch your boy walk all around the room, showing off his new walking skills. His little outfit styled to perfection by his daddy, whatever designer hoodie Zion had chose was always way too big for him but he loves them anyway, he always loves to match with his daddy. Every night after you fall asleep in his arms Zion would place a tender kiss to your forhead, smiling seeing his beautiful girlfriend drift off to sleep in his arms whilst his baby boy chased simba around whilst his little Afro bounced with every step.
When you started work again Zion started to learn what it was like to be a full-time dad. Everyday once they waved you off to work they’d walk to the boys’ house, only a 5 minute walk. Each of the boys would wait their turn every morning to make a fuss of their favourite little nephew, stating if he was wearing one of the hoodies or T-shirt’s they’d bought him, immensely proud of themselves that he’d chosen it for himself that day. Whilst they were recording he’d run around the studio, chasing simba and nala, climbing on all the furniture, just generally wreaking havoc but in the cutest way. Whenever they were having breaks Brandon would always sit him on his knee and let him mess with all the buttons, melting at how happy he looked to be ‘making music like daddy does’. Nick would always try and teach him some dance moves, having some luck but you boy would always get distracted. Edwin would dress him up and do photo shoots, always making your baby smile. By the time you’d finish work and go to the boys’ house your little boy would be covered in paint from Austin’s art lessons for him and all the boys would be shattered. You’d came to love this routine, seeing the family you’d created for your little boy and how loved he was in it.
Hi! This fucked me up!🥴
fun question, Who (PM boys) do you think smells the better? Hahaha
it’s funny to even think about this cuz i’ve never met them kkdjsk but i feel like Nick and Edwin, idk why 🥵
I- whooooo, he took my breath away. Like completely. Like I think I died today.
after sex - brandon arreaga
• cuddles
• LOTS of cuddles
• “you were great baby girl”
• hell lots of kisses and i love yous
• “god knows i’ll never get over you babe you got me whipped”
• back rubbing till you fall asleep
• him caressing your hair
• while giving you forehead kisses EYE-
• “you ok for a third round?”
• THIRD ROUND yep he got what he wanted
• singing you to sleep
• you falling asleep in the crook of his neck
i might start writing again, if y’all are interested you can send me a number and i’ll write it, or maybe i’ll just pick some and write them just because ksks
- prompt list -
Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
“Stay with me”
“Walk out that door and we’re through”
“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
“I can’t breathe”
“I hate how much I love you”
“Why are you so jealous?”
“Where do you think you’re going”
“Just leave me alone”
“I need some time”
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”
“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
“Just talk to me”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”
“Why are you so nice to me”
“Choose me”
“We’ll get through this, I promise”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”
“You’re mine. I don’t share”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you”
“Make me”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
“I think I forgot how to breath”
“Stop biting that fucking lip!”
“You’re blushing”
“I missed something didn’t I?”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
“Well this is awkward”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You look like you need a hug”
“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”
“Please come home, I miss you”
“You’re so fucking adorable”
“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”
“I’m pregnant”
“You’re lucky you’re cute”
“Cuddle me.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”
“Im too sober for this”
“Oh god, I need a drink”
i’m sorry y’all but this need more recognition, give it the love it deserves pls thnx
all I ask — z.k
We knew we were meant to be with each other, it was just no the right time.
College ain’t an easy phase, whatever you see on movies isn’t true, it is all just a pain in the ass but I guess it is worth it, that’s what they say.
We’ve been dating for 2 years, almost 3, we met in a starbucks three years ago, him, being all flirty as usual, came to my table and talked to me.
We became friends, then lovers, then the perfect cute funny couple, it was perfect while it lasted.
He was always busy with his band, making music, touring, promos and I was minding my own thing which is college, and I had to find a job to help my parents pay my rent.
We didn’t see each other as much, and it was breaking us apart. I spend the whole week away while he is always in Los Angeles, neither of us had enough time to visit the other, it just had to end, or at least, we needed to take a break.
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I received a text while I was in the shower, it was him notifying me that he would arrive in, approximately, 30 minutes. I was nervous, last night we were on the phone for hours, I knew I had to tell him about what was killing me inside, and because of the tone of his voice, I knew he wanted to tell me something too. Although I don't know if I'm ready to hear it.
After a while I was all ready and waiting for him, I heard the door being opened and then being closed, heard footsteps getting closer to the living room and I felt like I was about to throw up, why am I acting like this? It’s just him.
“Babe, I’m here...” his voice sounded confused and I laughed because I knew he was looking for me in the kitchen. As soon as he heard my voice he came to the living room where I almost jumped into his body, we were holding each other so close and so tight, I really missed him, and I know he missed me too.
We separated a bit to look into our eyes, he was crying, it’s been almost two months no see, he made me cry too, he got closer to my face and kissed me, God, how I missed his lips.
He had a free weekend so he decided to spend it at my place. After being all emotional we spent the rest of the evening talking about how everything was going in the PM house, the new music that all of the boys were really excited about, then I talked about how I got the job at the same starbucks that we met (which is the closest one to my university) and how I was doing in school.
“All of the boys say that they miss you and that they can’t wait for you to visit them” his breathtaking smile was killing me, he knew what he did to me so he smiled even more.
“Ugh, I miss them too, the semester just started so I don’t think it will be anytime soon” I said sadly, he changed his posture too, knowing damn well it would be even harder for us to see each other.
“Guess who misses you even more than the boys?” he was smiling again and I noticed that he said that to brush away the sad moments. “Simba, he thinks his mommy abandoned him, how rude from you.” I brusted a laugh, I missed out little baby Simba so much, his angelic eyes were so comforting.
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We spent the whole weekend together, we didn’t waste any minute. Sunday was already here, he was supposed to leave before 8pm, it was 5pm and we just got back from target, the way back home was a little uncomfortable if I say so, he was tense and I felt like I would cry in any minute.
The days passed so fast with him around and I just wasn’t ready to call things off, I guess we both saw it coming since we weren’t talking. After putting everything where they belong he stands in front of me and by the look on his face I could see sadness on him.
“Whatever you have to say, please, say it now, you’re killing me with all this silence.” besides from sadness, there was another emotion that I couldn’t really describe.
“Zion... I” how am I supposed to do this if he’s looking at me like that? My lower lip started to tremble a little, he looked at me impatiently knowing that I was about to cry.
“You wanna break up, is that it?” he seemed frustrated, his face was red and his eyes watery “babe, whatever it is we can solve it, okay? let’s talk” so we did. I told him how I felt. How mentally exhausting it is to have to worry about a relationship that you love but don’t really get to spend time with, how it made me cry till three in the morning not giving me the chance to have a good sleep after a rough day at college and after that at my job, it was killing me inside.
He sat there in front of me, tears running down his face holding my face with nothing to say, he pulled me closer and gave me the saddest hug we’ve ever shared.
“I totally understand mamas, I really do. It’s just... I love you, you know that right?” I nodded, of course I know. He always makes sure I do, there hasn’t been one time in all of these years together that I didn’t feel loved by him. “so I guess it is time for me to go, I had a really great weekend baby.””
“Are you nuts? you can’t leave Zi, the sky is crying” we both laughed at that, with still tears running down or faces. it was a joke between us that I’ll get to tell you another day. “it’s too dangerous, please stay” i begged and he pleased.
So I guess we weren’t together as a couple now, it didn’t feel like that, nobody would even notice if it weren’t for the tears that seemed not to stop coming out. I grabbed his face and kissed him, I wanted to spend our last night together.
He immediately kissed me back grabbing me by the waist, he made me jump and put my legs around his hips and made his way to the bedroom, he placed me on the bed carefully, kissing my whole face, neck and part of my chest. I started crying again, he really is the love of my life and I really hope life brings us back together at some point.
We undressed each other, there wasn’t a time that he didn’t kiss my skin and murmured how much he loved me, I didn’t really needed his honesty, his eyes already speak for him. And I’m sure mine speak for me. He kissed me on my favorite spots, the ones only he knew, no one knows me like he does and that was a fact.
The moment he got inside of me he kissed all of my tear marks, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, my forehead “Mamas, look at me, please” then he kissed my lips and make me look at him,
« If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again? »
A PRETTYMUCH BARBECUE
Zion
- stays by food
- would be that one fat ass who would eat the kids food
Edwin
- the one who thinks they can cook and tries to bring patato salad
- gets banned from cooking
Brandon
- the one pissed because the barbecue was forced at his house
- makes sure everyone leaves their forks
Austin
- only there for the family drama
- in charge of keeping the kids busy with playing video games
Nick
- the reason there is a decent barbecue
- makes sure to get tagged on the food porn pics
Prettymuch stanning: its a mess tbh
Y/N
Living with prettymuch is like having five older brothers who would kill for you, but your adding a very protective boyfriend and a emotional 'hurt my daughter I kill you' father to the mix.
The only person that they won't kill is my boyfriend Shawn. They thankful got use to him, so now he too has become into a protecting killing machine.
Im only says this because of how they were glaring at Charlie, who was quite the flirt, with us being best friends.
"I don't like how that asshole is looking at you y/n." I rolled my eyes.
It was my birthday and all throughout the party the boys were nudging me and telling me to stay away from Puth.
"Guys it's ok. He's just my bestfriend, nothing else."
"Well as long as he keeps his hands where I can see them then we won't have a problem."
"How about the six of you go talk to Cole, I'm sure him and the rest of the cast are here."
"We will. Just stay with Billie."
"Billie is with Nicki talking about a song. I don't want to interrupt."
"Y/N. You need go get over being antisocial. Go social." "Whatever Austin."
"But don't social with Charlie." "Nick I won't."
"Y/n..." "Trust me Brandon. I'm going to talk to Dylan."
"O'Brien? He's here? Oh my god!"
"Edwin. Stop getting distracted."
"No this is good. Edwin go with her. And don't fanboy over his abs."
"Fuck you Zion. Like you don't dream about him."
"Who the fuck told you."
"You talk in your sleep."
"Forget you."
"What's going on?"
"Holy shit you're Niall Horan. Ok Zion keep it together."
"I love your music. One Direction is amazing."
"Thanks. I like your songs too. Hello is my favorite." "SAME- I mean what a coincidence."
"Oh my god Zion." "What Im nervous. Can I have a photo?" "Sure."
"What the hell is happening."
"A absolute mess that's what."
"Come aboard y/n. Time for us to go and find Dylan."
I didn't say anything as he dragged me towards the beautiful man.
"Hi y/n. Edwin right?" "Oh my god you know my name!" He did a little dance and clapped his hands. Only to stop in pure embarrassment and happiness.
"Y/n. Pinch me. Now." He held his arm out for me to pinch. Only Dylan slapped it.
"It's real bud. Happy birthday Y/n." He walked away to Tyler who waved him over as he was talking to Charles.
Holy shit Charles Melton. (☺)
I speed walked over to the group.
"Hi. I love you. Have a nice night." I did a wave as I quickly left to find my boyfriend. My smile got even bigger as I read this tweet from him:
Yes. I said I loved him back and no. I didn't have a profile picture. Deal with it.
Anyway, I had a battle with myself to go back and talk to them but I decided against it.
This was a crazy party.
“I got you”
“So much for a relaxing weekend” you winced as another pain shot through your body. You were supposed to be spending the afternoon with Zion after he finished up at the studio but here you were, lying in bed curled into a ball wishing for even the slightest bit of relief from the pain. “I should probably call Z & tell him not to come over”. Almost as if on queue you heard keys at your front door followed by it opening & slamming shut. “Babe? Where you at?” Too late now. “In my room” you call back weakly. You hear him start to whistle as he walks up the hall to your room. “I texted you earlier asking what you wanna do today but you didn’t ans-” He stops mid sentence when he sees your curled up form lying in bed. “What’s wrong baby? He walks to the side of your bed & kneels in front of you, brows furrowed with concern. “Oh you know just my uterus try-” You wince as another stabbing pain floods your body. You take a deep breath “Its just my uterus trying to kill me, no big deal.” “No big deal my ass! Why didn’t you text me & let me know? I woulda come over sooner.” “I didn’t wanna bother you or interrupt you at the studio.” “Babygirl you are never a bother or an interruption. Have you eaten or taken any meds yet?” “No....I’ve been in bed all day.” He stands up & walks towards the door “bro what the fuck aight hang on ma give me like 5 minutes.” True to his word he was back in 5 minutes with his hands full of supplies for you. “Aight so we got medicine, heating pad, water, a sandwich annnnd...” he reaches into his back pocket & pulls out your favorite candy bar. “This, figured you might want it later. Now anything you wanna say?” “Thanks for taking care of me and you’re the best? He crosses his arms over his chest & raises his eyebrows giving you an expectant look. “Thats always good but anything else??” You roll your eyes “And sorry I was a dumbass and didn’t call you earlier.” He smiles & leans forward to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright just make sure you call me next time, You’re my dumbass & I wanna take care of you alright? I got you mamas, always.” You smile & nod at him “okay I promise.” He smiles again & presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Good, now scoot over so I can cuddle the fuck outta you.”
greetings y’all🖤
Hi, my name is Maria and I was encourage by Val @sunsetarreaga to start a Tumblr page dedicated to the 5 men of my life.
So here I am peasants, ready to take over the PM Tumblr worldd, gang gang🍌🍌 (im joking btw, if you haven’t noticed👀)
clink clink bitches🥂🥂
welcome to soft hoe hours w/ Maria. ‘tis a sleeping!Brandon one shot that I finally have the opportunity to post. soo enjoy babes (if anyone even reads this).
You remember one of the first moments that you knew that he was your one and only being the late evening after you had woken up from a nap. You remember opening your eyes and blurrily seeing the navy blue and grey walls, visible by the dim-light from the grey lamp in the nightstand. You had faintly recognized the living room, it smelling like its usual sandalwood and peppermint scent, leaving the house smelling earthy, minty and fragrant. You could feel the rough, texturized surface of the black couch beneath the pad of your fingers, as well as hear the soft noise that came from the AC; it was in its usual temperature leaving the house ice cold, however, you were warm even though the black and white plait blanket was laying on the brown wooden floor. Turning your body towards the source of heat, you laid your eyes on his face.
You remember just watching him sleep, not in a creepy way, but in an admiring and awe-filled way. He had soft, messy, curly, brown hair that was spread like a halo on the black pillow he was resting on, random tendrils falling over his forehead. His usual almond-shaped dark brown eyes that curved cutely at the ends when he smiled, were closed, twitching unconsciously at times. His short, thick eyelashes that were passed to him due to his Mexican descent, rested over his cheeks. His straight, roman nose that perfectly fit his square-shaped face. His cheeks, that used to be more filled and were now were slim due to puberty and hours spent working out daily, were flushed pink due to the heat that our clothed bodies radiated to each other. His full, salmon-coloured lips were parted open, leaving two front teeth open to sight. Puffs of calm, timed breaths came out every time he exhaled, snoring softly with each inhaled air. The blue hoodie that he was wearing contrasting beautifully with his tan, smooth skin that he shaved this morning, leaving his ever-present stubble nowhere to be seen. His usual masculine and musky scent wafting into your nose, leaving you slightly light-headed. The total peace and tranquility of the moment imprinting itself into your mind, leaving it to be remembered for the rest of your life.
Yeah, he was definitely the love of my life.
for @mindofposiedon cuz I never go back on my words, I got chu boo. also, better late than never right?♥️
inspired by this picture: https://70sarreaga.tumblr.com/post/184123046581/this-picture-tho
“RACE YOU TO THE TRAMPOLINE!” you yelled giggling, taking off quickly before B could even process your words and catch up. “LAST ONE WHO GETS THERE WASHES THE DISHES TONIGHT.”
Eyes widening, he instantly ran after you laughing, not surprised at your childish antics, “HEY, THAT’S NOT FAIR BABE.” Turning around to stick your tongue at him, you stumbled, surprised at seeing him so close to you. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Brandon leaned down and grabbed you around the legs, throwing you over his shoulder. “You should know better than to play dirty, baby girl,” he clicked his tongue, simultaneously pinching your left butt cheek as he kept walking.
Still feeling playful, you started jerking around and pinching his bare skin in hopes of him putting you down. Instead of putting you down though, he just gripped your thigh harder, silently warning you to stop. You ignored the warning and kept annoying him further by starting to tickle him. You instantly stopped once you heard his tone turn dark and mischievous, knowing what followed once he used this voice. “Okay then, just remember you asked for it.”
Abruptly stopping, he roughly grabbed you waist and threw you inside the trampoline, climbing after you.
“B, I know what you are thinking, but remember the guys are inside” you quietly reminded him, the previous fire you felt travelling downwards uncontrollably. Quirking his eyebrow, his eyes roam up and down your body, a slow smirk forming on his lips.
“Well, don’t make any loud noises then.”
Feeling challenged by what he said, you hooked your leg around his waist and flipped the both of you, straddling his waist with a triumphant and dangerous smile sporting your face, eyes glinting with a cheeky excitement that he could recognize.
“Baby what are you doi—“ he gasped loudly, taken by surprised at the sudden pressure pushed right on top of his crotch. You bit your lip as you continued grinding against him, trailing your fingernail lightly down the side of his neck, grazing his nipple as you continued down his skin. As you did so, B fisted his hands in order to suppress his groans.
Amused by his reaction, you leaned down and started slowly sucking and nibbling the side of his neck, feeling how his adam’s apple bobbled at the sensations, his stubble scratching your temple at times. Nipping his sweet spot sharply, he arched his back lightly, a loud moan escaping his wet lips.
“Shh baby, don’t make loud noises, remember?”