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Give Myself To You || Brooklyn Beckham

So, this imagine on request was a bit awkward to write because it’s basicslly my first smut imagine 😅 Though, I hope you still like it 😘

Song to listen while reading: American Oxygen - Rihanna (the song theme has probably nothing to do with this imagine. But I kostende to it while I wrote this)


“You know,” began Brooklyn softly. I lifted my head up from his chest so I could look at him. “I’m very lucky to have you as my girl.”

A little blissful smile creeped on my face when I heard the words coming out of his mouth. “Ahw, baby. I’m lucky to have you as my boyfriend,” I smiled, all softened up.

Brooklyn leaned forward, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing me gently. I shove a bit up and kissed him back loving.

“Hmm, I love you, baby,” Brooklyn whispered in between two kisses.

I smiled through the kiss. “I love you too, Brook.”

Brooklyn changed his position so he laid on his back on the couch and pulled me with him so I laid on top of him. He placed his hands on my lower back and played with the hem of my t-shirt while I let my hands play with the roots in his neck. His hands slipped under my shirt and singlet, something what gave my pleasant shivers. I let my lips stray off to his jawline and kissed my way to his sweet spot right under his ear. I sucked lightly on the sensitive skin and a soft moan left Brooklyn’s mouth. I placed my legs on each side of his silks so I sat on his lower stomach. I moved a little and began to move my hips against him so moans left his mouth. My lips let go of the now purple skin under his ear and I kissed my way to his collar bone to suck at his skin again, leaving a huge hickey. Meanwhile, Brooklyn’s hands moved to my bum. He let his fingers slide a bit under the rim of my jeans and pierced his nails softly into my skin when I sucked a little harder on his collarbone.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I mumbled when I let go of his skin. I felt his swollen cock through his pants. I let my fingers slide softly over the hickey on his collarbone and Brooklyn shivered.

He picked me up in bridal style and carried me upstairs. Once we were in my room, Brooklyn carefully laid me down on my bed and came hanging above me. He copied my thing from a few minutes ago and let his lips slide down to my collar bone to leave a hickey.

“Everybody now knows that you’re mine, babe,” he whispered against my skin. His lips slide a bit further to the rim of my t-shirt. He began sucking at the skin of the scale of my breasts until there was a purple spot. Soft moans left my mouth and the desire to Brooklyn’s touches began to grow even more. My hands slid down to the hem of his t-shirt and I slightly tugged at it, somewhat impatient.

Brooklyn immediately understood my hint and took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He leaned toward me again and pressed his lips on mine, a little rougher than before. He rolled us over so I laid on top of him. I took my chance, grabbed the hem of my shirt and took the think off so I sat there in only my top still on. Now that I sat straight on Brooklyn’s lower stomach, he let his fingers slide to my side and slipped them under my top.

“You don’t have to do this, babe,” he mumbled softly and pushed himself a bit up with his elbows. I slowly went off his stomach so he could sit straight against the headboard of my bed.

“I know,” I mumbled back and looked at my hands.

“We can stop and cuddle for now,” smiled Brooklyn. He leaned toward me and kissed me softly.

I began thinking. We were together for two and a half years now and seventeen years old. I let him wait too often because I wasn’t ready and he always stood behind me and my choices and didn’t mind to wait, ever.

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I’ve let you wait for so long and I’m ready now,” I said resolutely.

Brooklyn’s eyes widened a bit. “Babe, are you sure? We can stop now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we go any further, you know that.” A worried look, mixed with a little excitement, appeared in his eyes.

“I know,” I smiled while I kissed his lips softly, “and I’m ready.” By those words, I took off my top and crawled a little closer to him. Brooklyn wrapped his arms around my waist while I took place at his lap and placed my cold hands on his chest.  He shivered slightly and I chuckled. “Sorry.”


“It’s okay, baby,” he smiled against my lips. He kissed me again and I let my hands go down to the border of his pants. I unbuttoned them and unzipped the zipper. I pressed my lips in his neck again and his hands cupped my bum. He slowly pushed me on my back against the mattress, kissed my lips and kissed his way down to the scale of my breasts, toward my belly and the border of my skinny jeans. Brooklyn softly let his tongue slide over my lower stomach and a moan left my mouth while I began to move my hips. He gently unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and softly pulled them down so I now laid in only my bra and women boxers. He pressed soft kisses on my thighs and kissed his way back up. His tongue slid in my mouth and began pulling at his jeans until he finally took them off himself. I swallowed when I saw the huge bulge in his boxers.

“Hey, you okay?” Brooklyn looked at me worriedly. “We still can stop, right. Just say it if you’re not ready yet.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said resolutely, “we don’t have to stop. It’s just…” I closed my eyes for a moment and felt all the nerves flood through my veins. “I’m gonna lose my virginity on you, Brooklyn.”

“Hey, you don’t have to, okay.” Brooklyn placed his hand on my cheek and softly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“No, that’s not the real problem. I want you to be my first,” I smiled nervously.

“Then what’s the problem, you can tell me, baby. You know that.”

“I’m scared. What if it’s gonna hurt like crazy, or what if I’m doing something wrong and hurt you?” I didn’t even dare to look at him.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, babe. And you just have to stay calm, then it won’t hurt.” Brooklyn smiled a reassuring smile at me.

“I trust you,” I smiled back.

“And you know,” he began, “you’re my first one too.” I smiled again and softly pulled him on his neck toward me so I could kiss him. His hands slid to my back and clicked my bra open with some effort. He carefully let the straps slide off my shoulders and threw the thing next to the bed. He also pulled off my boxers. Every time Brooklyn looked at me, asking for permission. While he softly kissed me he let his hand slip between us.

“You okay with this?” he mumbled softly against my lips, even though he clearly knew the answer. I nodded smiling and he carefully rubbed his thumb over my clit. Soft moans let my mouth and I felt myself getting wetter with every second.

“Brooklyn,” I moaned. The moans began to be louder and louder, just like Brooklyn’s movements. He slowly let one finger slip in while he still kissed me. I moved my hips upwards toward his hand, begging him for more. Brooklyn let his lips go down to my breasts, closed his lips around my nipple and sucked lightly. His free hand cupped my other breast and began to softly massage it. His movements began to be rougher and the tense in my body began to mount. Loud moans left my mouth. I felt my body clench and short after that I released my juices on Brooklyn’s fingers while my orgasm raged through my body.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered and pressed a kiss on Brooklyn’s lips. A little smile appeared on his face and looked somewhat hopeful at me. “Ehm, Brook…”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Brooklyn immediatly fell back in his worried mode, what made me smile slightly.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” I said, smiling. And before he could say anything, I wrapped my hands around his hardened cock and began to move them up and down. A moan left his mouth and he clearly didn’t see this one coming. I softly rubbed my thumb over the red tip until he declared that he was almost coming. I quickly let go of him and Brooklyn looked at me, disappointed.

“But I’ve let you come,” he mumbled while he grabbed a condom from my nightstand.

“I know, but guys can barely come a second time, though.” I winked at him and took the condom out of his hands. “Here, let me do it,” I smirked and carefully wrapped the condom around his dick. After, I pulled him on top of me and smiled again.

“Are you sure you still want this?” Brooklyn asked with a slight sparkle in his eyes.

I nodded. “I’m even more than sure. I want you to be my first, Brooklyn. I’m pretty serious about this. I love you and I want you to know that.”

“I love you too, baby. And I always will be loving you,” he whispered and carefully pushed himself in me.

A strong twinge went through me while Brooklyn kept pushing softly, not noticing anything. A painful moan left my mouth and tears burned in my eyes. Brooklyn immediately stopped moving.

“Babe, let’s stop. We’ll do it another time, I can wait,” he spoke, “I don’t want to hurt you. I cannot do this if it’ll hurt you.”

“Babe, it’ll hurt anyways. Just do it, it’ll get better. Just keep moving so I can get used to it,” I mumbled. It still burned down there because of the fact Brooklyn was still in me.


Brooklyn began to move again and I felt how the pain declined. Brooklyn seemed to notice too, he began to speed up the pace while hoarse moans left his mouth.

“God, babe. You feel so good around me,” he groaned in my ear. A layer of sweat got on his forehead and I softly let my fingers slide over his forehead, toward his lips. Softly he kissed my fingertips and brought his hand between us again. He softly began to rub my clit, something which only caused me to be wetter.

“I’m close,” I moaned softly in his ear.

“Me too, babe. Just hold on for a few seconds.” Brooklyn began to trust even faster and sloppier. “Okay, ready?” he groaned. I nodded. My whole body began to tense up and for the second time tonight, my orgasm raged through my body. Brooklyn trusted a bit faster and let himself release in the condom whereupon he slid out of me.

“You still okay?” he asked me, smiling while he rolled off me and threw the condom in the trash can. He crawled back in bed and pulled me close to him.

I nodded. “Yes. You’re amazing, baby.”

“I love you.”

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Imagine him saying “just how I lick your nipples while I’m deep in you”

I had too! 😂

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Dating || Hayes Grier & The Beckham Family (Part One)


Could I have 2 imagines one where I’m a Beckham and I’m dating Hayes and I’m Romeo’s twin sister and Romeo, Brooklyn and Davind (my dad) are like really protective and stuff. And another one the other way round where I’m dating Brooklyn. Thanks

Here you go, sweetie. Part one of your imagines. The other one is coming soon 😘💋

Song to listen to while reading: Photograph - Ed Sheeran


 “Dad! I’m going out with Hayes tonight!” I yelled while I walked to the kitchen to grab a snack. I looked up when Brooklyn rushed into the kitchen.

“Where are you going tonight?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “I’m going on a date with Hayes, my boyfriend… Why?”

“I didn’t ask you with who,” groaned Brooklyn.

“Woah, calm your tits, Brook,” I mumbled, “and I don’t know where we’re going because he wanted to surprise me.”

“Oh,” he mumbled back, “okay, but please, be careful. And call me when you need me. Immediately.”

“Brooklyn,” I groaned.

“He’s just concerned about his little sister, honey,” mixed my dad himself in the conversation when he came walking into the kitchen.

“But he doesn’t have to,” I whined, “I’m big enough to take care of muself.”

“You’re sixteen!“ Brooklyn yelled annoyed. “Dad, I think she’s way too young to date.”

“Brooklyn!” I yelled back. “Dad, I’m barely two years younger than he is and he is eighteen now!”

“Well, you’re a bit youn… He’s kinda right, though,” mumbled my dad thoughtfully while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Dad!” I yelled again. “This is so unfair!”

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s all this screaming about?” Romeo and Cruz came running into the kitchen and looked at us questionable.

“Nothing, boys get out,” I groaned.

“Woah.” Romeo held up his both hands. “Is she… You know… Is it her time of the month? Do we have to buy chocolate again? How much? Same as always?” Brooklyn and my dad began to laugh as loud as they could.

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” I screamed, full of anger. “I’m going out with Hayes tonight, if you like it or not.”

The smile on my dad’s face disappeared and he looked at me annoyed. “Well, I’m still your father and if I say no, it stays no.”

I felt my cheeks turning red from anger and I slowly turned around at Brooklyn while my eyes seemed to breathe fire. Brooklyn’s eyes widened and he slowly stepped backwards.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just concerned about you, okay,” he said softly, afraid of an outburst coming from me.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to,” I snapped. “Now, go out of my way before I destroy you all.”

“Hey, don’t talk to you brothers like that,” my dad yelled while I rushed upstairs. I wasn’t planning on canceling my night out with Hayes. I’d prepare myself for the date, I’d be on my prettiest tonight and I’d prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong; I could take care of myself.




I carefully walked off the stairs, as quiet as possible. Of course, I wanted to prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong, but I preferred sneaking out of the house without being seen.

“(Y/N), where are you going?” A little voice made me look up and immediately the door to the living room flew open. Harper looked at me with sparkling eyes, still standing next to the stairs. “You’re so beautiful. I want to be just like you when I’m a big girl.” The girl looked at me proudly and a smile appeared on my face while I struck my hands over the white fabric of my dress.

“Yes, (Y/N), where are you going?” my mum asked me, surprised.

“Mum, I already told you,” I smiled slightly, “I’m having a date with Hayes tonight.”

My mum smiled at me. “Oh, that’s right. I totally forgot, I’m sorry. You look beautiful, sweetie.”

“Thank you, mum. Have you seen my denim jacket?”

“On the coat stand.”

I saw Brooklyn peek around the corner of door and smiled. “Brooklyn, I can see you peek.”

Brooklyn appeared in the doorway, his hands the pockets of his sweatpants while he looked affirmatively at me. “You look beautiful, (Y/N). Dress is not too short, not transparent. Floats, no high heels, hair in a messy bun, not too much make-up. Dad!”

I chuckled and walked over to the coat stand to grab my denim jacket.

“What, Brooklyn. You woke up Cruz.” My father came in the hall and smiled when he saw me. “Darling, you’re so beautiful,” he smiled. “And I’m so sorry for how I acted before. But I’m your dad, I’m just worried.”

“I know. And there’s nothing to be worried about, daddy,” I smiled back, “I’ll always be you’re little princess.”

“Hey!” Harper protested. “And me? What am I if she is the princess?”

I chuckled. “You? You are the queen, baby.” I lifted Harper up and walked with her on my arm to the door to open it when the bell rang. I put Harper back down and struck my hands over my dress once again.

“Hello, Hayes,” my dad smirked from behind me and I closed my eyes for a moment.

“H-hello, Mr Beckham,” Hayes stuttered. “I-I’m here to pick up your beautiful daughter.”

Brooklyn laughed out loud and I gave him a death stare. “Hayes, don’t be so anxious. He doesn’t bite, mate,” chuckled Brooklyn.

Hayes smiled. “You’re beautiful. Always.”

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded. Hayes took my hand and we walked away.

“Wait,” I said before we entered the exit of our huge front yard. I ran back to the front door and gave my father a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, dad, for letting me go,” I whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting you go, darling. But I trust Hayes, I know he’s a good boy for you.” My father pressed a kiss on my hair and let go of me.

“Thank you, daddy.”

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  • Taurus: Jeremy Jordan
  • Gemini: Aaron Tveit
  • Cancer: George Blagden
  • Leo: Dylan Bruce
  • Virgo: Derek Klena
  • Libra: Eden Espinosa
  • Scorpio: Matthew James Thomas
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Home Back Home: An Architectural Response To Moving Back In With Your Parents

Moving back home with your parents after living independently can often create spatial tension, as the furniture and rooms that sufficed for your teenage years may no longer serve the needs of young adult life.

Spanish firm PKMN [read: pacman] Architectures’ latest project “Home Back Home,” seeks to provide an architectural and spatial solution for the temporary living spaces that result from moving back home.

With it becoming increasingly common in Spain for young adults between the ages of 25 and 40 to move back into their parents’ homes, PKMN sought to answer the question: What are the domestic models resulting from this change of paradigm and economic collapse? To answer this question and develop their Home Back Home project, the studio carried out two case studies.

Architects: PKMN [pacman] Architectures
Design Team: Rocío Pina Isla, Carmelo Rodríguez Cedillo, Enrique Espinosa Pérez, David Pérez García
Photographer: Javier de Paz García
Collaborators: Carol Pierina Linares and Alicia Coronel Ruiz


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