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naptoons · 5 years ago

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Heyyy girl can I request a nick imagine where we are quarantined with the rest of the boys?

Hey dear!! And You got it darling!!

Polaroids- Nick Mara

Summary: being stuck in the house with your bestfriends seemed fine for a while but it started to make you anxious when you have to see nick everyday. Also known as your crush.

Warnings: fluff is all.

A/N: I hope this is good my dear!! But I had so much fun writing this one. I was in my feels today so fluff it is! I love taking requests they’re so fun.

Proofread: yes/no

You only meant to visit the boys and hang out with them, then leave the following week. You were in town for a vacation from college. Spring break made you happy finally a break from everything stressful.

Now here you are stuck with the boys with no way of going home because of this pandemic. Not that you didn’t mind being with them, it’s just that you were soon running out of clothes and your car was stuck at the airport in your hometown. Nick ended up sparing some of his clothes with you, while you ordered some to be shipped. While wearing his clothes Zion and Edwin would constantly tease you about it “Aw look at you being a cute girlfriend” Zion teased

“Shut the fuck up Zion” you spat, having the desire to strangle him

“What he is your boyfriend, so actually ask him out dude!, what are you scared of?”

“Rejection, ending a friendship, awkward moments” you defend yourself

“Oh shut up dude, it could never end y’all relationship, y’all are closer than us and we’re a band, we also live together!” Zion counterattacks, you look at Edwin to see if he agrees, to which he nods as he places his phone down. “Zion is right, most times he isn’t be this time he is right”

“But listen! It can get awkward because if he says he doesn’t feel the same way about me then where am I going to sleep? I sleep in nick’s room and plus I’m stuck here with him”

“Aye! Don’t act like we kidnapped you!” Edwin throws a pillow at you, squinting your eyes you throw it back at him to which he blocks it out his way.

“Listen it’s no or never, people can only wait for so long before they give up” Zion ruffles your hair before heading towards the closet “board game night!!” Edwin yells towards Zion, what if everything he said was true. What if your fear was slowly making nick fall out of love with you. But what if he never liked you at all. Standing up you walked towards his room to grab your Polaroid camera and films but bumped into a shirtless nick head first. Bouncing back you night your lower lip staring at your toes.

“Where you going speedy?” Nick laughs slightly, brushes his thumbs against your cheek, calling you ‘speedy’ was a joke between you guys, because anytime you were passionate or nervous about something you spoke so fast. That no one could comprehend, but nick does.

“Just-just going to the room to grab my camera, we’re having board game night you should join!” You smile your heart pounding against your ribcage, you walk into the room searching for your camera, as you found the films first, you heard the door close along with the closet being opened and closed. Turning around nick was closer to you than you thought. Almost tripping over your shoes on his floor, he grabbed you by your waist crashing you into his chest.

“Are you okay y/n? You’ve been hella jittery lately” nick furrows his eyes in confusion, your ears starting to flood up in color, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes without your face turning red. “Nothing— im okay just thinking a lot you know?” Nick’s eyes shallowing in disbelief he really wants to help you, he cares about you so much and never wants you to deal with heavy emotions alone.

“Hey dont look at me like that” you start off while rubbing his forearm “I’ll be okay I swear, I am okay”

Nick’s eyes shifting whole examining your whole face, Nick wondered how you’re so beautiful inside and out, and no has treated you the way you treat others. “M’kay” Nick answers “you got your Polaroid?”

“No, I have no clue where I put it” you chew on your lower lip looking through the nightstand drawers, Nick chuckles while sitting on the bed, his fingers dig into your waist “were you that wine drunk you forgot where you placed it?” Nick smiles, causing goosebumps to scale your arms “you placed it in the closet ma” you gasp, then punch him slightly, walking towards the closet you open it seeing it sit right on top of his folded clothes.

“You’re beautiful” Nick mummers, you turn back around to see him laying on his back, showing off the ink layered on his body, you try not to smile but he always has a way with words to make you weak in the knees. “You’re handsome” you reply

“Dare I say we make a great couple” Nick teases, you roll your eyes pulling him up to his feet “yeah we would” you beam brighter, Nick meant it and so did you. But both of y’all joke that way, and neither of you knew if one was being serious or was joking.

Coming into the living room the boys were sitting on the floor sitting around the coffee table “finally mom and dad are here!” Edwin jokes

“They were probably making our niece or nephew back there” Zion comments, grabbing the nearest thing you could find you throw it at Zion, which ultimately turns your face red. Sitting on the floor nick sits next to you. “What are we playing?” You ask

“We figure you’d pick, since you’re our guest” Brandon comments

“Aw, how sweet, let’s play clue” you excitedly grab the box,

“Oh shit, y’all are in for a treat” nick boosts your excitement

“Damnit, right y/n loves solving mysteries”

Couple of minutes later you guys were yelling who you think is the murder, your suggestions told you zion was the murder, so when it was your turn you squint your eyes at him. “Hm, Zion come with me, i think you’re the murder” after talking to Zion, he ended up showing everyone his cards pointing him as the murder. Everyone looked in shock while nick’s eyes swam in love. Everyday you never failed to surprise him. Sitting back down next to nick you smile rubbing your nose against his,while his arm is on the back of the couch. All of a sudden you see a flash on the corner of your eyes. Turning around Edwin hands you the film smiling.

“Do we look good?” Nick jokes

“When dont y’all look good” Edwin replies

“Fashion couple” Brandon adds, you turn your head in nick arm attempting to hide your face.

After a couple of hours you guys played more board games, you let Edwin dye your hair purple, painted in the backyard and played in the pool. Today was a great day. And nick was slowly getting more and more agitated with how he couldn’t just tell you how he felt. Watching movies with you and the boys in the backyard, you guys made a tiny little campfire as y’all at s’mores and drank hot cocoa. Your hair still a little damped , he ran his fingers through it. You turn towards him only inches away from his lips. Your breath caught in a turmoil.

“I can’t do this anymore” nick whispers above your lips

“Do what?” You ask, instead nick just cups your face pressing his lips upon yours, placing your hand on his wrist. Everything else began to fade away, and everything Zion said was right. It couldn’t be more awkward. Because he felt the same. Seeing a flash go off in the background nick pulls away, you cover your face in his arms, Nick pulls you in closer caressing your ear lobe with his thumb.

“OTP!!” Edwin yells, you laugh purely out of nervousness, while nick soaks it all in, never being ashamed of how much he loves you. Nick kisses the top of your head “mm, I love you” nick tells you.

Cuddling in bed you guys look at all the Polaroid pictures they took of you two and everything else. Grabbing a marker from the nightstand you write down the dates on them and stick them on the cork board you and nick started since the quarantine. looking back at it for a better view. You feel nick place his chin on your shoulder softly kissing your neck.

Caressing his forearm that’s wrapped around your waist “Hmm, this is going to look great on my wall when I get home” you joke nick pouts just thinking about it, now that you were his girlfriend and you were here for a while, he couldn’t phantom you being away from him. “Aww baby, dont be sad my love, I promise I’ll leave something behind that smells like me”

Nick rolls his eyes in sarcasm while chuckling at your comment, you lay your head on his chest running your fingers over the ink on his skin “by the way, I hope you remember I do graduate in two months, so I’ll be with you for a while”

Nick smiles letting out a huge sigh of relief, one had grabbing your jaw he kisses you all over your face finally reaching your lips “god I fucking love you”

Giggling into the kiss you smile “hm I love you more”

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #nick mara #nick mara concepts #nick mara imagines

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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Cherry

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “#4 and #8 with nick maybe breeding kink only if you want” - “Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.” + “Keep going. If you stop, I stop.” for anon. | Ft. Breeding kink (unprotected sex; be safe, kids), little bit of daddy kink, vaguely dom!Nick.

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The house had finally fallen silent, the lack of noise welcome after spending the day babysitting two cheerful toddlers. There were no more cartoons to be heard, no more giggles and coos, and a small part of you missed the noise as you shuffled around the living room, picking up toys and straightening the couch cushions. A larger part, however, relished in the silence and ached to pop open a bottle of wine to enjoy as a reward for surviving the day. Your brother and his wife had just left, their two precious girls in tow, and you found yourself fantasizing about a relaxing bath as you dropped the last doll into the little box of toys you kept for the days they asked you to babysit.

Nick, who loved being Uncle Nick almost as much as you loved seeing him play the part, was busy in the kitchen, washing the dishes the four of you had dirtied throughout the day. His hair was still mussed from where the girls had tugged and played - both were in the ‘tugging at anything within their grasp’ phase - and he had a streak of pink on his cheek where the youngest had gotten him with a marker. He was clearly exhausted, the slump of his shoulders an indicator of how great a toll the day had taken on him, but he still wore a small smile on his lips as he hummed along to a song you only vaguely recognized.

You leaned against the counter, your elbows resting against the cool granite, as you watched him move around the kitchen. He could feel your eyes on him, could feel the weight of your stare against his skin, but he paid you no mind as he returned the items you’d both left scattered around the room to their rightful places. The moment he returned the last utensil to the correct drawer, he turned to face you and held his hand out for you to grab.

The moment you took his hands, he tugged you closer and placed his hands on your hips. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as he began to sway the pair of you. “What’re you doing?” you asked, your voice quiet as you giggled.

Nick hummed, his hands firm on your waist as he began to lead you in a slow dance around the kitchen. “Dancing with my girl,” he answered after a beat of silence, “something wrong with that?”

You met his gaze, his eyes shining with love and adoration as he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “No, Nicky,” you hummed, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you moved to rest your head on his chest, “nothing wrong with that at all.”

Nick smiled at your response, his heart warming at the feeling of you melting into his embrace, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. There was no music, only the rhythmic beating of his heart as you leaned your head on his chest, but neither of you minded as he lead you around the kitchen. Dancing around the kitchen was simultaneously familiar and somewhat foreign. This was something you’d done before, usually on nights when you’d had too much to drink or you were both in a more playful mood, but it had never been so soft. It was different, but it felt right.

You remained quiet, content to allow Nick to dance to his heart’s content, but he had other things on his mind. As he swayed, his fingers brushing your skin as they dipped beneath the hem of your top, he quietly stated, “Today was fun, ma. We should do that again sometime.”

“It was,” you agree as you lift your head to meet his eyes again. You smile at the look on his face, a soft smile and a gentle look in his eyes, before you add, “I told them we’d look after them anytime they needed a sitter.”

Nick hesitated for a moment, a brief flicker of nerves clouding his eyes, before he sighed, “I can’t wait to have one of our own. I know it’s a little early but we’re gonna have a beautiful family.”

The pair of you hadn’t talked about children at length yet. You knew that Nick wanted children and you knew that you wanted them, too. He’d mentioned having children with you before, usually in a joking manner (often in the form of complimenting what a beautiful couple you made), but this was the first time he’d stated it in a way that meant something.

You weren’t ready yet, neither of you were and you knew that, but you couldn’t help sharing his sentiment. “It is a little early,” you agreed as moved your hands to cup his cheeks, “but, yeah. Someday, we’ll have a beautiful little family. I don’t even want to think about how spoiled our kids are gonna be. Between the two of us, they won’t stand a chance.”

“Who’s gonna play the bad cop?” Nick asked, a grin on his lips as he leaned in to ghost his over yours, “If our kids have your eyes, I won’t be able to tell them no.”

“Shut up,” you laughed before you closed the distance to press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, “you can be tough when you want to be. You know how to put me in my place when I’m being a brat.”

“Mm, that’s a little different, ma,” he teased with a grin as he squeezed your hips, “but, you’re right. I’ll have to be the tough one. You can’t punish the girls to save your life.”

“They’re just so cute,” you whined as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. “They smile and giggle and it’s just so precious. They’re babies, baby. They deserve fun.”

“I know,” he laughed as he finally stopped moving you around the kitchen. “Ours are gonna be even harder to say no to. You’re gonna have to toughen up before we have babies, ma,” he teased as he released you from his grasp and reached out to swat at your ass.

“Nicholas,” you scolded, your tone playful as you stepped away from him to search for your bottle of wine. “I was gonna ask you to take a bath with me but since you want to be a pain, you can entertain yourself,” you hummed as you grabbed the bottle from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet.

“I was thinking I could entertain you,” he offered, a grin on his lips as he plucked the bottle and glass from your hands. “We’re not ready for babies yet but it’s never too early to start practicing.”

He smirked at you, his free hand moving to the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You melted into his embrace, a ball of lust forming in the pit of your stomach as you moved your hands to his hair. The idea of feeling him without a condom, of having him cum inside of you, was something you’d thought about more often than you cared to admit. You knew where he stood on the subject, the way he growled out his desire to fill you in the throes of passion told you everything you needed to know, but you’d never relented. You hadn’t wanted to take the chance, even with your birth control, but now that you knew you were on the same page about wanting children, you felt your desire overwhelming your rationality.

You knew that, no matter what happened, Nick would be there for you.

With your mind made up, you pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him. “You bring the wine, I’ll start the bath,” you informed him, your fingers releasing his hair.

Nick watched, a look of disbelief on his face as you bounded down the hall toward your bathroom. It wasn’t like you to step away from him, not when he was taking things slow and being so soft with you, but there you were, gone without a second thought. He remained in the kitchen for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm the lust swirling in the pit of his stomach, before he grabbed another glass and headed down the hall to join you.

Much to his surprise, he found you already naked. You’d shed your clothes, lit candles, and started the bath. You’d placed some sort of bath bomb in the water, a pale pink shimmer clearly noticeable in the porcelain tub, and stood bent over the edge of the tub as you swirled the water to make it dissolve a little faster.

Nick placed the wine on the counter and was quick to shed his own clothes, his t-shirt and sweatpants tossed into the laundry basket in the corner as he moved to stand behind you. His hands found your hips, his fingers cool against your heated skin as he pressed against you. You hummed, your voice quiet as you arched back against him, and he leaned in to trail kisses along your shoulders.

He glanced up, his eyes meeting his reflection in the large mirror behind your tub, and an idea hit him. From this angle, he could see everything. He could see the way your eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his lips along the nape of your neck. He could see how your nipples hardened as his hands brushed your sides, just below your ribcage. He could see the way your chest began to rise and fall just a little faster, your breath coming quicker as he nudged your feet apart with his own and the anticipation began to rise. This was the perfect position for you both to get exactly what you wanted and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Although the tub wasn’t full yet, Nick removed one hand from your body and reached out to turn the water off. Before you could question him, ask why he was interrupting your bath, he turned your head so that he could pull you into a kiss. Your lips molded together, a perfect fit, and you attempted to shift in Nick’s embrace so that you could wrap your arms round his neck, however, he kept you locked in his embrace. One hand remained cupping your jaw, keeping you in place, while the other trailed down your body. His fingers brushed at your skin, digits trailing over your stomach. He paused, briefly, his palm lingering over your belly, before he continued his descent.

“Let’s try something, ma,” he suggested, his hand dipping between your thighs. “You trust me?”

“Completely,” you answered, your voice breathless as his fingers brushed at your slit, gathering wetness. “Whatever you want, Nick. Take it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Nick loved how you fell apart for him, how willing you were to let him take the reins, and smirked against your skin when he realized how wet you already were for him. “You really want it, huh? What’s got you so wet, ma?”

Nick’s fingers began to move a little faster between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit. He nudged your thighs a little farther apart, his free hand moving to cup your breast as he waited for your response. When you simply sighed, your lips parting in a quiet exclamation of pleasure, Nick moved to press his lips to your shoulder once more. “Answer me, ma, or you won’t get what you want,” he warned, his voice even as he glanced into the mirror to catch sight of your expression.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, your voice taking on a hint of a whine as you opened your eyes and met his in the mirror. “Fill me up, daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved to slip a finger into your heat. “You gonna let me hit it raw?” he asked, his tone clearly surprised. He’d imagined that, even while you were planning on practicing for your future, he’d still be wearing a condom. But this was better than he could’ve imagined.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your eyes raking down your body reflected in the mirror to watch Nick’s hand work between your thighs. “Wanna feel all of you, daddy, please,” you whined as he slipped a second finger into your heat to prepare you for his cock.

“You will, ma,” he assured you, his tone soothing as he watched you squirm in his grasp, your reflection clearly displaying how much you wanted him. To him, this was the best of both worlds. He got to have you in one of his favorite positions, bent over the nearest available surface, while also getting to see your face as he fucked you. “Be a good girl for me and bend over. I want you to watch as I fuck you, princess. I wanna see those pretty eyes the entire time, you got that?”

You bit back a whine as he removed his hands from your center and breathed, “Yes, daddy,” as you bent over the edge of the tub. You gripped the edge, your hands slick, and let Nick nudge your thighs farther apart as he settled between them. You kept your eyes on the mirror, your eyes glued to his body, as he stroked his cock for a moment. He reached out and slapped your ass, his smirk growing as you bit your lip. He knew that you loved it when he spanked you, the nights where you came away with a sore ass and completely sated were your favorites, but that wasn’t on the agenda for the night.

Instead, he left well enough alone and moved to run his cock along your folds. He teased for a moment, barely brushing the tip of his cock over your entrance, before he slipped into you. He knew that neither of you would last long this round, not with this being the first time feeling one another without the barrier of a condom, so he figured he’d save the teasing for later.

“Keep your eyes on me, ma,” he reminded you as he slipped inside and watched your eyes flutter closed. “If you stop, I stop. Remember that,” he warned as he bottomed out inside you.

You watched your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, your chest heaving as you attempted to breathe through the pleasure, and you could see what Nick praised as you watched him begin rocking his hips. You looked sinful, the epitome of lust, as his hand snaked between your legs. You watched yourself for another moment before your gaze shifted to Nick.

His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, the exertion and steam from the bathroom making his skin glisten as he drove his cock into you. His eyebrows were pinched in concentration, his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his cock disappear into your cunt, and you could tell that he was just as overwhelmed at the new feeling as you were. The feeling of him bare, nothing hindering your pleasure, was unlike anything you’d experienced and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes open as every drag of his cock against your walls felt like the first time all over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, his free hand gripping your waist as his thumb brushed your clit. “Feel so good around me, ma. So tight, so warm, fuck.”

You’d never been one for making too much noise during sex. You were always somewhat embarrassed, the noises leaving your lips making you slightly self-conscious, but Nick wanted nothing more than to hear you. He loved hearing your whimpers and whines. He loved hearing you scream his name, loved hearing you gasp and moan for him. So when he caught sight of you placing a hand over your mouth, he moved his hand from your clit to grab your wrist.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” he ordered, his tone firm but voice quiet as he drove into you, “I want to hear you. Let me know how I’m making you feel, ma.”

You swallowed your moans for another moment, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as Nick’s hands grabbed both of your wrists and gathered them behind your back. He used his grip on them for leverage as he quickened his pace. Without your hands to cover your moans, you couldn’t help but let them echo around the bathroom as Nick met your eyes in the mirror. He could feel you clench around him at the sight. He looked beautiful, so focused on making sure both of you got what you wanted, and his earlier prediction came to fruition as he only had to utter, “Cum for me, ma, wanna feel you let go for me,” to toss you over the edge.

The combination of feeling him bare, the feeling of his fingers circling your clit, and watching him fuck you in the mirror was too much for you. You tightened around him, something that had him groaning your name, and came with an exclamation of his name. The feeling of you tightening around him, watching your face as he took you from behind, and the prospect of being able to cum inside of you and fill you was enough to bring him over the edge after you.

He fucked you through both of your orgasms, your moans echoing through the bathroom as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. You’d never felt that full, no matter what he’d done, and you wanted to cry as you felt him begin to pull away. However, your whimpers turned into moans as he slipped his hands between your thighs to push the cum leaking from your cunt back inside.

“Fuck, ma,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he stared at the mess between your thighs, “fuck.”

You hummed your agreement, finding yourself unable to speak as you finally closed your eyes and let Nick keep you steady. You remained where you were for a moment, still bent over the tub, before Nick reached around you to turn the faucet back on. When he stepped away after leaning you against the tub, you huffed an unhappy noise and opened your eyes to watch him move around the bathroom to grab a tissue to clean you up.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he laughed as he returned to you, “didn’t think you’d want cum in the tub. Yet.”

“Nicholas,” you huffed, your voice slightly hoarse as you slapped his shoulder. “Fuck off.”

“I could just fuck you,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips as he returned his hands to your hips. “You know what they say, ma. Practice makes perfect. I don’t think one round’s gonna cut it.”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, your own hands moving to his hair. “Guess we should practice until we feel ready. Just to be sure, you know?”

Nick grinned at that, his teeth on display, before he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he reassured you as he reached for the wine, “we’ll be pros by the time we’re ready for the real thing.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement before you grabbed the wine glass from his hand. “I love you, too, Nick,” you returned, a smile on your lips as he helped you into the tub, “so much.”

The timing wasn’t right yet but, as he mentioned, practice makes perfect. The pair of you never settled for anything less and this time, you knew without a shadow of a doubt, would be no different.

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Author’s Note: Happy New Year, pals. Well, it’s NYE. But, still. I haven’t written smut smut in a while so this was fun. I’m in my Nick feelings at the moment. But also lowkey Brandon? And always Zion, tbh. I just. Need to pick a lane. Also, because there’s an overlap between the PM and CNCO fandoms, I’ve been reading fics for them and I need to not. Also, my nieces are precious and this was kinda soft but also not really so. I dunno. Okay, welp. I’m gonna go watch The Simpsons and ring in the new year with my dog because I’m still at home and would very much like to go back to my apartment.

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savagebeanz · 5 years ago

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Stroke Game (Worst to Best)

Okay soooooo...

Austin: Can’t really explain this one, he just seems like he can’t stroke, none of his past partners have been vocal enough to tell him he needs work so he thinks he’s pretty decent at it, 2.5 stars

Edwin: Has lots of potential but not much experience, strokes pretty well but could definitely be better, has a hard time hitting your g spot but really knows how to work your clit so that kind of makes up for it. With more practice and feedback he can easily become a 4 star stroker but for now he gets 2.9 stars

Zion: Everything he thinks he knows about sex he’s learned from porn soooooo… a little rough, especially for his size. Probably doesn’t even realize that he’s being too rough. Doesn’t understand that angles matter and doesn’t realize that he strokes better when he goes a bit slower. Capable of being a 5 star stroker, but he needs a vocal girl to help him out. Overall 3 stars (ranked higher than Edwin due to size)

Nick: Thick Dick Nick just naturally knows what to do, strokes you like he was born to do it. Finds the perfect angle with ease and REMEMBERS it. Hits your g spot most of the time (of course everyone has their off days/nights sometimes) and makes it look easy, 4.6 stars

Brandon: This man has the most beautiful stroke you will ever witness, perfect angle, hits your g spot with ease on every stroke. Probably so good because he takes the time to learn your body. Humble enough to understand that he might need to stroke differently than he did with his previous partners (different strokes for different folks?) and will take the first time to work on you until he gets it right. 10/5 stars

#prettymuch #prettymuch concepts #prettymuch imagines #brandon arreaga #zion kuwonu #nick mara #edwin honoret #austin porter

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thotwonu · 5 years ago

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can you write some nick fluff please??? love your writing btw! have a lovely day!

nick fluff you say? well don’t mind if i do. - rei

traveling with nick was always kinda stressful, but nothing compared to hotel room cuddles. after a long day of flights and fan pics, he would change into his pjs and crawl into the bed to find a movie on the tv while you did your nightly routine in the bathroom. nick’s tshirt was your favorite thing to sleep in.

tonight it was a little cold though so you opted for one of his hoodies instead before crawling into bed with him. “jesus it’s cold,” you whined as you felt the cold sheets against your bare legs until you got close enough to him to feel the warmth radiating off him.

at first you pressed up against his side not really properly cuddling, just so that he could pick out a movie for the two of you to watch. after a moment of feeling you shiver a little, he laughed and moved you to where you were sitting between his legs as he leaned against the headboard. he scrolled through movies while you curled up into his chest, breathing in the scent of his detergent that lingered on the clean grey tshirt he was wearing.

“are you falling asleep?” he laughed when he heard your breath even out. “no,” you said not opening your eyes, “i’m just resting my eyes.” he laughed and started running his fingers up and down your back, while he kept scrolling through movies. at this point you were suspicious that he wasn’t really looking for a movie and just reading every description. “if you keep scratching my back i will fall asleep,” you mumbled already feeling the exhaustion of flying hitting you.

nick started humming something you couldn’t quite place, so you figured it was a track he was working on with the boys. the vibrations of his chest that you could feel under your head, paired with his fingers working out the sore muscles along your shoulders, was lulling you to sleep.

you didn’t really know how long you dozed off for, but when you were startled awake it was to nick cursing at the tv. you squinted at the glow from the tv and sat up, causing nick to still under you. “did you just put me to sleep so you could watch the world series?” the look on nick’s face said it all. he looked like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “you are ridiculous,” you laughed turning around in his arms. so instead of your face being pressed into his stomach, you were sat up with your back pressed to his chest and your head on his shoulder.

“alright what did i miss?” you asked pulling his arms around your middle and focusing properly on to the tv to check the score. “we’re tied, top of the 6th,” nick was beaming at you even though you weren’t looking at him. you nodded and started to get really into the game. so much so that at one point, you tossed yourself forward nearly pitching yourself off the bed to yell at the screen. “HOW DID YOU NOT CATCH THAT BALL? ARE YOU BLIND?”

at some point nick was less into the baseball game and more into watching you. your reactions were precious to him. he hadn’t really thought that you’d want to watch the game with him after traveling so much, but clearly he had underestimated your dedication to the sport. in all honesty he didn’t even know you cared about baseball. “since when do you like baseball mamas?” he asked during a commercial break while you were going through your backpack to find sour patch kids.

you shrugged, “when i was younger i watched sometimes. i’m not really an avid watcher, i don’t follow the sport, but i understand the game.” nick smiled at you, “are you secretly cooler than me?” you laughed so hard you stopped breathing for a second. wiping your tears you answered, “oh baby boy, its not a secret.” nick’s jaw dropped and he lunged across the bed tackling you and tickling your sides causing you to flail around giggling. “take it back!” “NEVER!” the tickle fight continued until you yelled, “commercials are over stop it nicholas!”

the room was a bit more serious for the remainder of the game, but when it finally finished nick shut off the tv and your hotel room was plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the city outside. “i love you,” he hummed as the two of you cuddled up in the bed, facing each other, legs intertwined, one of his arms across the top of your pillow, your fingers running along his chest where you knew his tattoos laid under the fabric of his shirt. “i love you more,” you smiled moving to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw where you could reach. him smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “you know when we’re exhausted in the morning the boys are gonna think we did something very different in here tonight,” he laughed out. you pinched his side a little, “and i’ll let them know you were too tired and we watched baseball instead.”

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #prettymuch headcanons #prettymuch concepts #prettymuch blurbs #nick mara #nick mara imagines #nick mara headcanons #nick mara concepts #nick mara blurbs

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justsimplypretty · 5 years ago

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how do you think Nick would act during your first time? I feel like he’d be really sweet and gentle.

Oh the sweetest! I just picture him being super considerate the whole beginning of your relationship and making sure he didn’t rush you or pressure you! Then, one day, you two are caught up in another heated make out session. But this time instead of stopping, you tell him that you want to keep going. He acts super shocked and keeps hitting you with things like “are you sure about this?” “did I make you feel rushed?” “I promise I don’t mind waiting until you’re ready” but you assure him you want this more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

Once you start undressing, he’s in awe of how beautiful you look, seeing you for the first time unclothed in front of him. “You’re gorgeous... absolutely perfect wow” he says almost speechless. He makes sure to appreciate every part of your body, kissing you all over as much as possible. I feel like he’d be slow and gentle, making sure you’re okay the entire time. “tell me how it feels okay baby?” “stop me if it’s too much”... (because we all know Nick’s packing for sure). Once you reassure him you’re more than okay and it actually feels so amazing, he’s in love with the feeling. Knowing he’ll never be able to get enough of making you feel this good, hearing you moan his name into his neck, and seeing your face when you finally clench around him.

He’s all about the aftercare too. Cleaning you up and getting you into comfy clothes, bringing you water, and holding you close while whispering in your ear all night. “I’m so lucky it was you” you say to him as you snuggle into his chest. He kisses you on the forehead and wraps his arms tightly around you... but of course you only fall asleep for a short time before you’re up and craving round two from him.

#concepts #prettymuch #nick mara #nick mara smut #ask me

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ninetyninedays · 5 years ago

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what i imagine dating zion kuwonu would be like

A/N: yes this is in concept form, I hope it’s not too long but regardless enjoy! I love you! and Zion

Zion peppering you with kisses all over (cheek, neck, lips, forehead, honestly whatever he can get his lips on!)

....CONSTANTLY

I think physical touch would be his love language

hence the first concept

But I also feel like he wouldn’t be the one for much spicy PDA

Him dragging you to all these different house parties

Giggling with him when you’re both drunk asf at said house parties

And cuddles when you’re high

Looooong ass hugs

Zion trying to teach you how to play Fortnite

Watching Zion playing Fortnite after your failed attempts

Giving him a lil shoulder message “It’s okay baby, you’ll get them next time.”

You when Zion dies in FN

Playing with Simba together

Being complete goofs in public and not giving a fuck

Facetiming while he’s on tour

“I did not know it was possible to miss a person this much it hurts”

Again, long ass hugs all fucking time

“Zion... you’re hurting me”

But still not wanting him to let go

Playing with his hair while cuddling

or while you’re making out

Holding hands whenever you guys go out

Doing this cute ass shit

And your hands getting sweaty but not wanting let go of each other

Dancing together/having dance-offs when you’re alone

Or even at the club/ house parties, yall are in your own universe

Zion hugging you + giving you his jacket when you get cold

I also feel like Zion enjoys being the little spoon as much or even more than being the big spoon

So spooning Zion until h falls asleep

Zion randomly sending texts about how much/why he loves you

Long phone calls after going out on a date

Zion writing little songs on the guitar and sending you voice recordings of them

#zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #austin porter #nick mara #edwin honret #beanz #prettymuch #zion kuwonu fluff #zion kuwonu imagines #imagines #zion kuwonu concepts #prettymuch imagines

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hotgirlmuch · 5 years ago

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PRETTYMUCH starring in THE FRESH PRINCE

“Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm not too short I'm not too tall, but damn if I don't got it all.”

ZION KUWONU as WILL SMITH

Often cracking jokes or doing something comedical. 100% of the time he's unashamedly roasting someone or putting them on blast. Always managing to find himself in a situation, though he's able to finesse through it. Never knowing when to shut up, sometimes saying things that make you question his intelligence. But when he has those times he can speak on something from personal opinions to pep talking, he won't disappoint. He knows how to get all the honey's, just gotta sit back and let him do his thang.

“For a long time, it gave me nightmares, having to witness an injustice like that. It shows you just how cruel this world can be. I can still hear them taunting him. 'Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.' Why couldn't they just give him some cereal?”

AUSTIN PORTER as CARLTON BANKS

A sensitive bear that just needs a hug. Often can't catch a break though from Nick roasting him or putting him on blast to never being left alone for his class and style. Austin may seem like he's soft and a punk, but he has words that come in handy in a fight, don't underestimate him. He can be the life of the party...in a quirky way, but he gets everyone pumped.

“I need money, not boys.”

NICK MARA as ASHLEY BANKS

Look, don't get on his wrong side or catch him on a bad day, he WILL rip you to shreds. A majority of the time he can be America's sweetheart, but if provoked, let the chaos and confusion roll in, and don't think it won't last long. Usually bringing the common sense to the family and often opening their eyes to new perspectives. Aha, people over money?! Don't get it twisted sis.

“Have you ever seen so many fashion dont's in one room?”

EDWIN HONORET as HILARY BANKS

A fashion GOD and he represents the title well. Don't let looks deceive you, he's not getting his hands no matter what you say. Shopping spree? Here for it. Designer? Here for it. Yachts? Here for it. Knows how to give advice — sometimes — and it actually makes sense no matter how vain or ditzy he seems. And yes he's very much ditzy, taking a minute to catch onto jokes and common sense.

“Don't try and impress me with your fancy education.”

BRANDON ARREAGA as DJ JAZZY JEFF

Musically inclined, the way he makes beats and music, you would think he needs to be dj'ing but he doesn't, so he leaves you wondering..."DJ"...but not really dj'ing...Okay. He's the friend that just hangs around, wondering if he even has a life the way he's always over 24/7. He thinks he has a swag that draws all the ladies, when in all actuality he looks like a dork. He may seem stupid, but he's dumb, but sometimes knowledgeable.

#prettymuch #zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #edwin honoret #nick mara #austin porter #prettymuchtingz written #prettymuch concept #prettymuch concepts #nick mara concept #nick mara concepts #austin porter concept #austin porter concepts #edwin honoret concept #edwin honoret concepts #zion kuwonu concepts #zion kuwonu concept #brandon arreaga concepts #brandon arreaga concept

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pinkchanelbag-moved · 5 years ago

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up in the club w nick and gang and y’all just loving on each other in the booth getting tipsy and starting to kiss heavvyy and he got an arm around your shoulder while the other pulls on your thigh and starts sliding up your sparkly body con dress i-

#nick #nick mara #nick mara concept

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naptoons · 5 years ago

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Perfectly fake- Nick Mara

Warnings: cursing, alcohol substance, drug substance.

Summary: you found out that your two year relationship was nothing but a facade, your boyfriend cheated on you. Wanting to forget about the pain you went to the prettymuch house, only to find out they’re not home. So you make yourself comfortable whole drowning in your sorrow.

Theme: angst

A/N: this was requested by the lovely @cncogirl18 enjoy!!

Proofread? Yes/no

Opening and closing. Loving and falling out of it. You hated it. It made you think you could never keep a vicarious relationship. Something always goes wrong. Sometimes it’s not even your fault. But it feels like it. Why do you keep getting cheated on? Falling in love felt so despondent, what is the point? Just to get hurt over and over it was tedious. Looking out the window as the sky mirrored your emotions.

Dark, cloudy. Hazy and frenzy.

Your feelings Inane, and being alone isn’t what you wanted, you needed someone to fill that swollen heart. If it was still beating you thought. Estranging yourself from the comfort of your bed, you decided to get comfort from the one man who never failed to embellish your face with a smile.

Nick.

Searching for the extra key they gave you, the memories of that day replay in your head. Nick was smiling from ear to ear handing you the keys.

“Hey, I wanna give you this” his voice smoother than honey

“What is this nick, it better not be one of your kiddy pranks”

“So you admit my pranks get you?” His eyebrow cocks up, rolling your eyes you fold your arms across your chest, only feeding his ego. “Anyways, this is keys to our house, well a spare, so whenever you need to talk to me or wanna hangout, just come bye” his smile spreading slowly showing this sharp marshmallow fangs of his, his nose scrunching up.

“Are you serious?” You rejoinder while grabbing the silver keys out his hands, Nick nods his head, his eyes scoping out every feature in your face. The way he looked at you caused butterflies in your chest. Everyone knew nick was head over shoes for you.

Except you. Because you thought no one could like you. Especially someone like nick.

“Wow, thank you, you know I’ll be over here a lot I’m always having a problem” your tongue turns sour, there was so many things going on in your life that none of the boys knew about.

“Hey, and if that time comes I will always be here for you okay?” His hands grip your arms softly, the pads of his thumb caressing across your skin, slowly burning up by his sudden touch.

“Okay”

Jogging the key in the lock, you let yourself inside, the house was quieter than usual and the house was actually kinda clean. “Edwin must’ve went on a frenzy” you chuckle to yourself, walking towards the living room you bolster yourself on the couch, feet laid up on the coffee table, landing your eyes on the tv. Questioning what they were watching. Or were they high watching it?

“Nick?” You lament, your voice bouncing off the glass and walls, furrowing your brows up your feet lands on the floor, heading towards the rooms, slowly opening his door, the bed was empty. “They’re not home” you muttered, heading towards the kitchen your phone buzzes with spams. All from the person you’d been avoiding.

From satan:

Y/n please stop avoiding me

Read:9:58pm

From Satan:

You gotta know it didn’t mean nothing

Read:9:58pm

From Satan:

it was the liquor talking, I’m very in love with you.

From Satan:

I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll make it up to you.

Read:9:59pm

From Satan:

Please. Y/n i love you

Read:9:59pm

screen locking your phone, you lean against the kitchen island; your tears fighting the urge to fall out, but you being resilient against it. You hate feeling maudlin, for crying over something like this. You shouldn’t be feeling like you’ve done something for him to cheat. Feeling like his vices and liquor was chosen over you. This relationship was toxic and doomed from the beginning. But you’ve never been loved.

So you thought love had to be a painful chase.

Sliding down the kitchen island, your body shakes from the vociferous throat, your knuckles getting sore, from holding onto your jacket, the pain hurts worse than finding out from his friends. Twenty minutes of pulling out the thorns from your chest. You stand up steadily, you blink slowly letting the heavy sigh out from your chest. Your fingers grazing against the cupboard, opening it the sight of alcohol. Caving into your perfunctory thoughts you grab as much as you want.

“Forget this night even happened hm” you mutter to yourself, grabbing your phone you turn it off and leave it on the counter, grabbing a cup and the alcohol you walk towards their backyard, on your way there you also grabbed the blanket.

The goal was to get drunk, become numb. And go to sleep. Leave before they come back you told yourself. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You needed him. You needed nick.

An hour later, the boys come inside from recording, Nick headed to his room in attempt to get some rest he was to tired to even communicate. Saying goodnight to everyone, he closed his door. Zion notices the door to their backyard is slide back, his eyebrows knitting up in alert.

“Yo, did y’all close the door before we left?” Zion brashly speaks

“Yeah, why?” Brandon follows up, Zion doesn’t answer only slowly stepping towards the door.

“Did someone walk into our house again?” Brandon says nonchalantly

“And you’re calm about this because?” Edwin dryly questions him, Zion peeps his head around the corner to find you laid out on the floor in front of the pool, your hands in the water, swirling around the frigid liquid in a circle.

Zion’s face turns from suspicion to anger, all the broken glass surrounding you and that laid next to your head. he wants to ask you why you think you’re doing, but his brash attitude changes when he hears your whimpers, growing stronger and stronger. “Y/n?!” Zion yelps, seeing how you almost fell in the pool, Brandon and Edwin run outside, Zion looks back holding your wrist so you don’t fall in.

“Go get nick!!” Zion panics, Brandon nods his running back in to grab him.

“No... don’t get him” your voice coming out hoarse

“bullshit, I’m not leaving you by yourself” Zion snaps at you, cutting your sentence short, Nick comes out bending down to your height pushing the hair in front of your face behind your ear. Zion left you two to be alone. Nick looked distraught, he looked anxious.

He heart sinked when Brandon told him what was going on. His mind just went hazy, all he could think about was being by your side. “I’m sorry ...” nick didn’t say anything, he just cradled you in his arms your head on his shoulder soaking in all of cologne while your tears soaked his hoodie. Fingers digging into his fabric. His hand roaming through your hair.

“Shh, I’m right here baby... I’m right here, I got you Babygirl” nick mumbles in an attempt to calm you down. In a way it made you slowly start to sober up, you were way past gone. Having drank so much, your heart still felt empty. It didn’t do anything.

Maybe that’s why you stayed, you stayed for nick to fill that hole.Ten minutes later you guys were still in the same position. Your heart thumping against his chest. Feeling his chest rise and fall against yours. “Nick?” You speak nasally

“Yes mamas?” His voice sounding so euphoric, they were music to your ears. Nicks hand running circles on your back. You slowly blink then close them completely. You let out a giggle. “Love fucking sucks you know that?” You laughs starting to being sporadic. Your throat was slowly starting to close.

“I fucking hate him, he shattered me like I was just a pawn in his chess game, I loved that man” you pause before realizing past tense, you did love him. But for a couple of weeks now. You’ve been feeling butterflies in your core. Just a stubble touch from nick, and you felt like your heart would explode.

“Yeah, I did love him, nick?”

“Talk to me” his voice sounding disappointed

“I’m in love with you” you mumble dragging the tip of your nose against his neck. “I love you so much nick, hate that it took liquor courage and a cheating ex boyfriend me to realize that” you chuckle to yourself a little.

Nicks body tense up in surprise, your confess caught him off guard but also he felt exasperation growing inside of him he knew you had a boyfriend and it ripped him to shreds when you first told him, he loved you so much but couldn’t bear to hold you back so he told you he was happy for you. He didn’t lie he was happy, just not as ecstatic as he wanted. He wish that someone was him. The pain of what your ex boyfriend did to you just fired him up in anger. If he would’ve known he would do this he would’ve stopped you he never knew your relationship was nothing but pain. He wanted to beat him to a pulp right about now, but he needed to be civil minded and be there for you. Oh but how badly he wanted to beat his ass. “Cmon you need rest, you’re tired” Nick states, taking his hand out of your hair he kisses your temple tenderly.

“Cmon mamas, wrap your arms and legs around me” his voice honeyed on your ear, you oblige by his request, as you’re straddling him, you buck your hips against his earning a groan from him. Smirking against his skin your lips press against his skin. The goosebumps spreading throughout his body, his lower lip caught in between his teeth. He latched his fingers underneath your thighs as he walks back to his room. Closing the door with his foot he lays you down.

But you pull him down to hover over you, your fingers fondling with the hair on the nape of his neck, his eyes were dark, you couldn’t figure out what emotion he was feeling. But no only that nick wasn’t ambiguous with his feelings. He would always pass them off in the form of a joke. Pulling him down to meet your lips, the both of you move in sync the taste of alcohol and watermelon chapstick was the aura tonight, or so you thought. Delicately you slide your nails across his stomach down to the hem of his pants, your lips sticking to his neck, but nick grabs your hand.

Pulling away from his neck you look at him in bewilderment, you’re confused, does he not want you anymore? From his sudden noise earlier you figured that’s what he wanted.

“Why?” You mumble

“If I’m going to explore your body, it’ll be when you’re not thinking on liquor courage, and it’ll be when you’re not filled to brim with heartbreak, y/n you’re special, and you deserve to be treated that way, stop selling yourself short okay? You are meant to be loved, yeah you may get hurt sometimes but that’s okay, it all about of the growing process, don’t give up, your special person is closer than you think, and once you find him, treasure him, cause he’ll treasure you ten times more, you deserve love in return for how much you give, save your soul for someone worth it” Nick plants a soft kiss on your forehead, tucking you in.

“Can—can you stay with me please?” Your voice cracked halfway through

“Who said I was leaving?” Nick replies, he throws his arm around your middle, sinking his chin into the dip of your shoulder. His warmth and scent surrounding you. You soon realized that you were never in love with your ex. You now knew what true love was and how it felt.

It felt like crisp apples, fall winds, and spring rains, all the beautiful things nature provided.

Was all in him.

The next morning, you rolled over to the side of the bed you presumed to be nick, but it was just a dead space sink. Frowning your brows you stretch your arms out. Hearing the door open and close, followed by a soft sigh. “Good morning” nick speaks

“Morning” you groan, finally opening your eyes, you see a shirtless nick drinking his signature coffee style. You always judged him on how weird that was. Calling him a “different breed” you slowly sit up looking down at your clothes, you smile at the though of wearing his hoodie.

“Hey Nick?” You ponder

“What’s up love” he sits on the bed looking at you

“I know I said a lot of stuff while I was drunk, but I just wanna tell you just in case I’ll never get the chance to again, I love you nick, so much and it’s not on some rebound shit I really do love you, I have for a while, but I decided to avoid it, afraid I would lose the only person in my life that understands me more than anyone”

“I didn’t want things to get awkward and I didn’t want to be load-sum baggage to you, you have such a great life, I don’t wanna be the dark cloud covering your clear skies” you finish with a soft whimper, Nick cups you’re face with one hand,

“You really are an angel huh? Why don’t you stop carrying the world on your shoulder and let me in huh? They is nothing in this world that can turn me away from you, we were meant to be together wether it’s dating or being friends, were stuck together, everyone has baggage, so what? That doesn’t mean we should run from them, if we can help we help, and I’m always here to help as much as you let me y/n, so stop worrying about what I think”

“Cause you should already know what I think, I’m in love with you, I’ve always been, finally you noticed hm?” He teases leaning into your lips, placing the coffee mug down on the nightstand, his fingertips hook around your waist while you hook your fingers in his hair, slowly feeling yourself fall onto the bed nick hovers over you intertwining the both of y’all fingers together.

“Felt like this happened before” you giggle

“Deja vu hm?” Nick dives into your neck, sending pools in between your legs, things got heated and you didn’t regret it not one bit.

Heading downstairs the guys eyes land on you in completely worry, letting out a smile the breath they’ve been holding for a while escapes, they all come up to you and hug you.

“I was so worried” Edwin mumbles

“I’m sorry to worry you guys, but thank you for stopping me, I love you guys” you giggle, you failed to forget love came in different forms, from different people. Who cares if one person didn’t love you. Doesn’t mean you’re the bad person. Just meant you weren’t their person.

Nick comes downstairs smiling at you as you step away from the guys, “mom and dad are together?!” Zion sarcastically yells, you say nothing but hide your face in nicks chest.

“Dude you know it, she’s wearing his hoodie and everything” Brandon continues

“Y’all took to long in that room, we all know what happened” Zion smirks

Nick throws a newspaper at him hitting Zion directly in the eye, followed by him cursing out nick, nick ignores him and continues to kiss your head. Finally you look up at him, his orbs swimming in star struck, his dream finally came true. And he promise if it ever came true. He wouldn’t let you go.

“You’re beautiful” Nick expresses, moving your hair behind your ear “you make me feel beautiful” you smile

“That’s all I ever wanna do mamas” his toothy grin comes out before he plants his lips on yours.

Finally a relationship that wasn’t perfectly fake.

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #nick mara concepts #nick mara imagines #nick mara

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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Distraction

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “hi, can I please get a smutty 4 n 5 with sub!calum or sub!nick :)” So, “I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” for anon. Obviously, I chose Nick.

Word Count: 3.2k (...not a drabble, whoops)

For the first time since you’d moved in, your entire apartment complex seemed to be silent. Your neighbors, well-known amongst your friends for their lack of volume control, had already left for the holidays and so, it seemed, had most of the other residents in your building. Even the guy four doors down who drove the loudest motorcycle you’d ever heard hadn’t revved his engine at all. It had been so silent, in fact, that your noise-cancelling headphones, the ones that you always needed when you attempted to work at home rather than in the library, sat unused on your desk.

You’d spent the day working on your final essay, the only thing that stood between you and winter break, but progress was much slower than you imagined it would be and you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that spilled past your lips as you dropped your head to the desk. You desperately wanted to be finished, to put this class behind you and take a break from academia for a few weeks, but the words just wouldn’t come. You’d gotten distracted by every little notification on your phone, by e very little sound in your apartment, by the thought of what you’d do once you finished your paper; your focus was clearly lacking and Nick’s presence hadn’t helped at all.

He’d had the day off, a full day with nothing to do, and you were desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. However, with an 11:59 P.M. deadline looming over your head and a distinct lack of pages written, you’d sequestered yourself in your bedroom and banished Nick to the living room (you hadn’t had the heart to send him home, at least you could see him for a few minutes when you went to get water or snacks if he spent the day in your apartment).

He, for the most part, had been good. He knew how badly you needed to finish the paper and he encouraged your academic pursuits fully. He wanted to spend his downtime with you but school came first. However, that didn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss every time you entered the living room. Each time you passed the couch, he would reach out and wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you onto the couch with him for just a moment, long enough to have you melting into his embrace, before he’d nudge you away and encourage you to get back to work.

Nick laughed every time you walked away grumbling about his teasing and, each time he called, “That should make you work faster, ma. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get more than a kiss.”

You flipped him off each time, huffing some variation of, “You’re such a distraction, Mara,” as you cursed yourself internally for not writing your essay earlier.

It took a few hours, far longer than it had taken in the past, but you finally managed to find a sort of groove. You ironed out your argument, you found the article that you’d use to justify your argument, you found a wide array of sources; your essay was finally coming together after what felt like hours of staring blankly at a word document. As you got into the groove of writing, you stopped stepping away from your desk to grab a bottle of water or a snack and Nick noticed that it had been over an hour since your last appearance.

He didn’t want to interrupt, however, he was getting bored and found himself wandering through your apartment. He ran a finger over the spines of books on your bookshelf, thumbed through the vinyl records that he liked to tease you about (even if he did enjoy lying on the floor with you, listening to you sing along to whatever vinyl you felt like listening to or when you asked him to sing along to the old school R&B records that you bought with him in mind), and even looked through the stack of polaroids you had taken with friends. He looked through everything in your living room - from the coffee table book a friend had given you to the stack of textbooks you still needed to return - and still hadn’t heard a word from your bedroom.

He hesitated for just a moment right outside your bedroom door before he said ‘fuck it’ and stepped into the room. He found you exactly where he imagined you would be, sitting in your desk chair with your eyes trained on your laptop, and he smiled at the sight. He really didn’t want to interrupt you, not when you were on a roll, but he couldn’t help himself as he crossed the room to where you sat. He wasn’t sure that you even noticed his presence, not when your fingers were flying across the keyboard and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but you absolutely noticed his presence when he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

“Nick,” you huffed as you reached out to nudge his face away, “I promise I’m almost done, babe. Just give me another half hour. I’m two pages away from my page limit. When I’m finished, I’m all yours.”

Nick remained silent, he knew that anything he said would annoy you as you were so into your work that nothing else really mattered in that moment, and moved to lie on your bed as he watched you work. He alternated between staring at you and paying attention to his phone, however, each time he glanced at you, he felt the longing in the pit of his stomach grow a little stronger. He hadn’t just been torturing you with the teasing kisses he’d given you throughout the day; he was torturing himself. The pair of you hadn’t had time completely alone in weeks. You were over at the house, surrounded by the guys (not that that really stopped you; you just had to be a little quieter than he liked) or you had friends over or the guys somehow found themselves at your apartment (you cook for them once and it’s difficult to get them to leave) and he just wanted you to himself for a little while.

Nick didn’t want to worry about one of the guys barging in and seeing more than he should. He didn’t want to worry about keeping quiet (either of you; the guys still teased him about the time he thought you were alone and had gone a little harder than usual with his dirty talk) and didn’t want to worry about not having enough time to give either of you what you wanted. He just wanted to take his time with you, hear you, and enjoy every moment of it.

Every time he glanced at you, a pang of lust shot down his spine. He always told you just how sexy he found you when you were concentrating on something (you always laughed at him but he made sure to show you just how serious he was and had ended up with his head between your thighs more than once after you’d doubted him) and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you away from your desk and make up for the hours that you’d spent writing.

“You never believe me when I say this, but I love watching you work. You’ve got this look on your face and you bite your lip. It’s a good look on you, ma.”

Nick heard you release a quiet sigh at his words and watched as you shook your head. “I promise, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, your voice quiet as you kept your eyes on your computer screen, “When I’m finished, I’m finished for the next few weeks so we’ll have plenty of time to spend together. Until then, can you just, entertain yourself? Quietly?”

“Mm,” Nick hummed, his tone matching yours as he moved from his spot on the bed and crossed the room to stand behind you once more. “I could,” he mumbled against your skin as he settled in behind you, “but where’s the fun in that?” He could feel the goosebumps erupt on your skin as he brushed his lips across the nape of your neck and heard the huff of mixed annoyance and arousal that left your lips. He knew that you wanted this just as much as he did, knew that you wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to convince you to write a little faster.

“Nick,” you huffed as your fingers paused on the keyboard, “please. I-“

“You’re almost done,” he finished, “I know. Don’t mind me. I’m just entertaining myself. Quietly.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying I find you?” you questioned, your words mumbled as you attempted to regain your train of thought.”

“A few times,” Nick admitted with a laugh. “But you love me.”

You didn’t respond as you attempted to settle back into the groove of writing. You attempted to focus on the words in the article in front of you, attempted to form coherent sentences, but your focus was long gone. All of your attention was on Nick’s mouth, pressing kisses to your neck, and on his hands as his fingers brushed at your sides.

“Come on, Nick,” you huffed as you felt a shudder ripple down your spine, “just a little-“

“A little longer, I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “Keep working. I’m plenty entertained.”

Nick wasn’t normally one to interrupt you so easily (he usually only did it on accident or in the bedroom) and you were already a little annoyed. As a result, you huffed, “Nick, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear-“

“What? You gonna punish me?” he questioned with a laugh as he continued his teasing.

The idea of you punishing him was almost laughable. In the bedroom, things were either equal with both of you sharing the power or they tended to lean a little more toward Nick taking charge. He had no problem giving orders and you had no problem following them. However, punishments, especially ones that required him relinquishing all control, seemed a little farfetched. But you were already annoyed and his interruptions had pushed you a little farther than you wanted to admit so you took the bait and nodded.

“Yeah,” you huffed as you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and decided that you could spare a little time. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Nick watched, his eyes wide in surprise, as you shoved away from your desk. He stepped away from your chair quickly and felt the back of his knees hit your bed. You pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him into a seated position at the foot of your bed. “What?” you questioned as you stepped between his spread thighs and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Nothing to say now?”

“Nothing at all,” he confirmed as he brought his hands up to your waist and slipped them beneath the hem of your top.

Nick kept his eyes on your face as you thought about your next move. Taking charge wasn’t exactly something you tended to do in the bedroom and he wanted to reach out and take charge himself, however, before he could move, you dipped your head down and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he tightened his grip on your his as he attempted to pull you closer. Instead of moving, just as he imagined you would, you pulled away from the kiss and shook your head.

“Not today, babe,” you mumbled against his lips. “Shirt off, please.”

“If I don’t want to take it off?” He asked as you moved to press your lips to his neck.

“Then I can go back to my writing and you can get yourself off,” you informed him with a shrug before you placed a teasing nip to the column of his throat. “Your choice, babe.”

When Nick removed his hands from your waist, you stepped away and gave him enough room to pull his shirt up and over his head. Nick raised an eyebrow as you stared at him, your eyes sweeping over his exposed skin, before he asked, “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you huffed as you gestured for him to move further up the bed. “I still think you’re annoying, though.”

“I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes as you settled into the space between Nick’s legs. To your surprise, he didn’t attempt to gain control as you moved to press kisses to his newly exposed skin. You nipped at his neck, your lips warm against his skin as his hands moved to push up the material of your top. He bunched it just below your breasts, as high as he could get it on his own, and brushed his fingers over your skin as you moved down to kiss his chest.

“If you want something,” you mumbled against his skin as he attempted to push your top up a little higher, “you have to ask for it, babe.”

Nick wasn’t going to indulge you, however, he had long since stopped thinking with any sort of rationality. Instead, he wanted to take the route that would get both of you off quickly. So, he bit back the smirk and the roll of his eyes and asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Of course,” you breathed as you shifted just enough for him to tug the material up and over your head. Once your shirt joined his on the floor, you returned your mouth to his skin and continued your descent.

A blowjob wasn’t what Nick had been expecting, not when he had been teasing you all day, but he wasn’t going to question it as you tugged at the strings on his sweatpants. “Off, please,” you mumbled against his stomach with a glance up at him. Nick was quick to follow this request and shimmied out of his sweatpants faster than he had his shirt. When you realized he’d foregone underwear and were met with a wide grin, you rolled your eyes and mumbled a quiet, “Of course,” against his skin.

Nick’s laughter at your comment was cut short as your hands moved to his thighs. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as you shifted a little farther down and continued pressing kisses to his skin. You nipped and licked at his skin as you raked your nails over his thighs, careful to never get too close to where he wanted you most. He kept his mouth shut as you left red marks in your wake, not enough to turn into a hickey but enough to stand out for the time being.

He wanted to ask you to move faster, wanted to ask you to give him what he wanted, but he let you keep control and held himself back as you lavished his body with kisses. It was almost as if you were testing him, waiting for him to attempt to take over, but he was aware that this was supposed to be a punishment and he didn’t want to rush to the end.

You felt him squirm beneath you, his hands reaching out to your head to guide your movements, but before he could nudge you down, you pulled away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” you told him as you reached out to rake your nails over his thighs once more, “or I’ll stop.”

“Stop wha-“ he began, but before he could finish the word, you’d dropped your head and traced the vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed as he clawed at your duvet in search of a secure grip.

He kept relatively quiet as you teased him with kitten licks, your hands remaining on his thighs as you failed to take him between your lips. He wanted to reach out and guide your head, wanted to get you to take him down your throat just as he’d been dreaming about, however, he kept his hands on the duvet and waited for you to take him. His patience was running thin and he almost asked you to give up the charade when you finally took the head of his cock between your lips.

Nick groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally wrapping around his cock and he released a quiet groan as you wrapped your hand around the base. You’d been together long enough to know what he liked and you used every trick you knew drove him wild to get him close to the edge. The closer he got, the louder he got. However, you could tell that he was still holding back as you glanced up to catch him biting his lip.

“I know you can be louder than that,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips swollen and shiny with spit as you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes.

Nick groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and his heart racing. You looked sinful and he wanted nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for. So, instead of making some stupid comment that would make you roll your eyes or laugh, he gave in and let himself go. He groaned at the feeling of your mouth on him, moaned your name as you took him just a little deeper, and gripped harder at the duvet as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

“Ask for permission,” you instructed, your voice raspy and your eyes shining, “ask me to let you cum, baby.”

Nick was too far gone to think about it so he didn’t hesitate to ask, “Let me cum, please. I’m so close.”

“One more time,” you breathed before you took him into your mouth once more.

Nick did as he was told, he asked for permission one more time with another please, and you almost wanted to let him. You could tell just how close he was, could tell that he was right on the verge, but this was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, instead of letting him fall over the edge, you pulled away just before he could cum.

When you pulled away from him completely, climbed off the bed, and reached for your shirt, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening. When he did, however, he sat up, bewildered, and blinked at you. “What the fuck?” he questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I’m finishing my essay, babe. Gotta finish that before I can finish you,” you informed him with a grin as you settled back into your chair. “Thirty more minutes, tops.”

Nick stared at you, his eyes narrowed, before he huffed and dropped his head back into the pillows at the head of your bed. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he huffed, his voice thoroughly fucked, “when you finish your essay, you’re mine.”

“That’s what I was counting on, babe.”

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Author’s Note: I still need to work out nicknames for them to give their partners in my fics. Anyway, I’m trying to watch Jurassic Park and I kept getting distracted. My bad. Anyway, this is my second attempt at PM and my first Nick fic. Fun fact, my first crush ever was named Nick. We were friends from kindergarten until we graduated. He made me a Batman keychain in shop and we were partners for all our science projects in junior and senior year of high school. ANYWAY. I’m having fun with the PM fics! ALSO. This isn’t super subby but, like. I feel like he’d be a little shit instead of a straight up sub. So.

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savagebeanz · 4 years ago

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His Kinks/Fetishes

Brandon: choking, orgasm control, sexy massages, blindfolds, anal sex

Edwin: group sex, food play, deepthroating, begging, teasing

Austin: watching you strip, watching porn with you, using sex toys on you (specifically vibrators)

Nick: anal sex, toe sucking, filming to watch for later, face sitting

Zion: bondage, ball gags, orgasm control, deepthroating, face fucking

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #prettymuch concepts #beanz #zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #nick mara #austin porter #edwin honoret

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thotwonu · 5 years ago

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one of the boys proposing to you with a ring pop 🙈

per rei’s request, we’re going with nick for this one. (because that’s her lane and she lives for any nick content). -drea

The squeals of your little nieces and nephews echoed throughout the backyard of your family home. It was your nephew’s birthday and your parents had offered their house to be the place of the party. Per your nephew’s request, he asked that you bring along “Uncle Nicky” to celebrate his birthday with him. And you, of course, would never disappoint that little boy so here you sat with Nick in your family’s backyard.

The children’s excitement reflected onto you as you played along with him, Nick joining you shortly after. All their attention was brought to Nick, though, as they all began to ask to play with him and have him pick them up and play whatever game that popped into their heads. You had some serious competition with a bunch of kids for your boyfriend’s attention right now, but you didn’t mind. The sight of him being adorable with all the kids made your heart flutter and gave you some serious baby fever. You were broken from your thoughts as your aunts grabbed your arm and took you inside to help with taking all the food out and help serve everyone.

Once you managed to escape the older women with their comments on how “beautiful” your boyfriend was, you made your way back to the backyard to find Nick still surrounded by all the kids, except they all had goodie bags. They didn’t listen to their parents when they were told to eat before having candy. You walked over to the group, Nick giving you a sheepish smile as he ate a couple of the skittles that were in the bag.

“Auntie Y/N, look!” Your nephew said, showing you the pink wrapper of a ring pop that he had in his goodie bag. “I’m gonna propose to my girlfriend with this!” The six year old said, causing you to giggle at the mention of him having a girlfriend and finding it adorable that he thought he was already in love.

“I’m sure she’ll love it, bub.” You smiled, running your hands through his hair before placing a kiss on top of his head.

“Uncle Nick should propose to you with this. I mean, this is like the biggest ring ever!” Your other niece said, showing off her own ring pop.

All the children agreed in unison, before looking over at Nick who was now a little red in the face. A whole bunch of children just decided his entire life right here. You gave him a look that assured him he didn’t had to do anything just because of the kids. But he was Uncle Nick, he was never going to disappoint.

“Ask her, ask her!” The kids began to chant and Nick raised a brow at you, making his way over to one of your little nieces and asking her for her ring pop.

“Can’t disappoint them..” He shrugged, before he got down on one knee in front of you and held up the bright red ring pop. “Y/N, will you do me the honors of becoming Mrs. Mara? Will you marry me?” He asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

You teared up a little at the sight, smiling as you heard the words leave his lips. “But, of course..” You said, going along with it as he smiled and placed the candy ring on your finger and pulling you in for a kiss, the kids cheering in excitement.

You kissed your boyfriend again, thanking the skies above for someone so sweet and loving. And someone who loved your family as much. This was a man who was willing to “propose” to you just to see your little nieces and nephews happy. How could you have gotten anymore lucky?

After the party, you and Nick drove home, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh.

“Thanks for doing that back there... they were really happy. And I really love seeing all of them so happy. Thanks for “proposing”‘ You said, using air quotes on the word “propose”.

Nick shrugged, eyes still on the road, before shaking his head once he took notice of how you put air quotes over the word. “Who says that wasn’t my official proposal?” He said, causing your jaw to drop. He had a smug smirk on his face as he looked over you quick. “Alright, I’ll confess. I had them help me out back there. I asked your nephew to make the proposal comment so I could ask you... now I know that a ring pop isn’t the way someone wants to be proposed to..” he trailed off as he pulled up to your shared home and put the car in park. “Check the glove compartment.” He nodded over to it.

You raised a brow in confusion, but still did as told and you opened the glove compartment. In there you found a little black velvet box. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks and the tears starting to fall.

“Open it.” Nick said simply, and again you did as told and opened the box. Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring that you had ever lied your eyes on.

You couldn’t hold back the tears, this was really happening. He had meant it back in your family’s home. He wanted to marry you.

“Let’s try it again.. with the real thing.” He said, taking the ring out of the box and holding it out to you. “Y/N.. will you” He began to say but you were quick to cut him off, shouting a quick “yes” and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips.

Once you pulled away, Nick gave you a sweet smile and took your hand to place the diamond ring on your ring finger. He looked back up at you and wiped away the tears that had fallen. “I love you, so much..” He said, causing you to wanna cry all over again.

You were engaged. For real this time.

“I love you more, Nicholas..” You grinned, closing the space between you two again and placed another kiss on your now future husband’s lips.

#nick mara #nick mara imagines #nick mara concepts #prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #prettymuch concepts

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