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vinnieswife · 1 year

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♡° Back massage

Neteyam x gn! na’vi! reader

words: 451

warnings: none

author’s note: I saw a video on tiktok ab a girl giving her boyfriend a massage and this popped out :)

Neteyam always comes home feeling tired and sore, riding ikrans and attack positions sometimes are quite uncomfortable.

Still he puts on a smile and is willing to indulge you in any romantic activities if you wish them, like taking a walk into the forest or sitting together in front of the tree of voices.

Sometimes he tries to cover how tired he's however you recognize him to a tolerable degree and by that time to be able to tell if he is hiding something from you, he puts a tiny low smile on his face and tries to cover how much his back is killing him. You choose to surprise him. Once Neteyam gets home he notices the scented plants, and therefore the flowers decorating the tent.

“Y/n, Im home” he says with his characteristic smile, you chuckle, his enthusiasm is charming and sweet however tonight you simply need to help him to relax. He is confused after you tell him to lie face down on the bed but he listens with a diverted smile on his lips. “what is this for?” You slowly move behind him to straddle his thighs “just to help you relax”

Neteyam was almost there to tease you but when you press your hands into his shoulders, he groans in pleasure, his eyes wave shut and his ears bend slightly, he really needed that. His back muscles are terribly tense, however there are bruises and scratches on numerous parts of his back so you are careful to not press to hard on them, “what happened to your back?, you didn’t have these this morning” His muscles ripple and flex beneath your hands, the strain slowly going away his body the any you progress on "On the scouting mission the youngest riders got scared by the commotion from the nest, making our ikrans nervous, we started crashing into each other and my back ended up smashed against the rocks of the Hallelujah mountains”

You lean all the way down to kiss between his shoulder blades, sliding you hands through his sides, whispering how glad you're that he is finally back and how much you love him.

He mumbles that he loves you back, his voice somewhat muffled by his arm. By the time you are done with his back he is already asleep, his skin shining from the oil you used. You choose to let him rest as long as he wants, however after all you weren’t going to let him sleep alone, instead he peaks up at you wearily and moves slightly to the side of the bed, providing you with area to lie next to him as his arms sluggishly wrap around you.

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weirdthinkingdragon · 1 year

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Diluc Hours

Soft Diluc loving hours. you just desperately want to take out his ponytail and shove your face into his gorgeous red hair after it fully falls down and spreads out. The gorgeous, vibrant red hair slightly tickling your nose as you do so and tightly wrap your arms around his torso. Just cuddling into his back and feeling the tension melt from his muscles at the touch of the one he absolutely loves. The only one who can make him feel so relaxed. A peaceful moment in his chaotic times of always being so busy. Him wanting to get comfortable and just dragging you to the couch to rest his head on your chest. His surprisingly soft hair still rather warm as your hand combs through it.

Him letting out a sigh of content, tightening his grip behind your back to know you’re not going anywhere.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x you #soft diluc #diluc ragvindr #soft genshin #genshin #soft imagine

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chiiyuuvv · 9 months

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SLEEPOVER - YECHAN °

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"There you are!!" I smile widely, opening the door to let my best friend in. "I was worried you wouldn't show up." I say, making the boy gasp. "And miss one of the most epic sleepovers ever? Nah, I dont think so." He scrunches his nose, sitting on the couch.

"I dunno what to do with you sometimes yechan." I sigh, walking to the kitchen to get my big bag of snacks. "But you still love me." He smirks, making me roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah.. dont push it." I huff, opening the bag of chips.

"What should we start with first?" Yechan asks, taking the chip that was in my hand and into his mouth. I roll my eyes at his actions. "You should give me my chip back.." I mumble, crossing my arms and frown as I stare at him.

He pretends to think to himself, tapping his pointer finger on his chin before lifting it up, his eyes sparkle. "Say ahh~~" he gets another chip from the bag, circling it around my closed mouth.

"Yechan, I'm not doing that."

"Say ahh~"

"Yechan, I swear to god."

"Just open your mouth."

"No im no-" my eyes widen as he stuffs the chip into my mouth, yechan quietly giggling at my expression before running away. "Get back here!" I shout, chasing after him.

He runs through the kitchen, past the bathroom and finally in my room, where he quickly grabbing a stuff animal to shield himself. "If you step any closer, hes gonna get it!" Yechan threatens, running his finger around the stuff animals neck. "You wouldn't dare!" I gasp, grabbing my heart.

"Try me," he smiles innocently, watching my every move. I quickly look around the room, forming a plan in my mind as I grab a pillow, placing it behind me as I slowly step towards yechan.

"Are you sure you want this? All you have to do is just back away, and your elephant can stay alive!!" He gradually gets louder with each step I take, eyes shaking with fear.

Taking one more step, I stand face to face with yechan, quickly whacking my pillow against his head as the elephant falls out of his hands. "WAR!!" He shouts, grabbing a pillow nearby and hitting me.

Laughs fill the room as we pillow fight. "AHH!!" I scream as he hits the back of my head. I quickly crawl away from his body, grabbing another pillow as I lift my two pillows up, making his eyes widen. "NOO!!" He shouts, holding his hands up. "This.. is for my poor elephant," I say, making my voice deeper for effect as I swing it around his head. Much to my dismay though, he grabs my two arms, pushing it away.

Our pillow fight turns into an arm wrestling match, as I try to move my arms from his. A scream leaves my lips as I fall back, making yechan hover over me. Our eyes widen at the change of position, our screams and laughs quieting down as we stare at each other, our breathes fanning each others faces.

I look beside me, grabbing one of the pillows that fell from my hands and slapping it across yechans face, making him fall on his butt. "Yahh!" He covers his now beet red face, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry!!" He shouts.

"How do I know if your not lying?" I put my hands on my hips, leaning forward as I raise my eyebrows. "W-we can do whatever you want!" He says, his face still covered. "Just stop hitting me!!" He pleads, making me smirk.

~~~~♡

Yechan crosses his arms, groaning softly. His face was covered with stickers and his hair was in a tight upwards ponytail. "I hate this game so much." He says while I adjust his ponytail. "Alright bean sprout, your turn." I grin, stepping back a little.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to give me more dares."

"Ughh."

"I dare you to go to your fridge.. and eat a pickle."

"Yechan, you know how much I hate pickles!" I gasp, making him shrug, laughing loudly. "Go do it~" he shoos me off, watching me walk to the kitchen.

I open the fridge slowly, grabbing the jar of sliced pickles before turning to him, pouting softly. Opening the jar, I take one and bring it close to my lips, inwardly gagging before taking a small bite, immediately spitting it out. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" Yechan chants, softly banging his hands against the counter.

After a couple seconds, I finally eat it, violently coughing. "Oohh~" yechan laughs, getting me a cup of water and handing it to me. "I hate you.." I say after drinking the water with one gulp, wiping my mouth.

"Love you too," yechan laughs, patting my shoulder before thinking to himself. "Alrighty.. are you ready for your next dare?" He asks, walking back to my room, as I follow him. "Yeah sure, how bad can it be?" I ask, praying to the gods above its nothing too bad.

Yechan stops in front of my room, lightly pushing me inside before grabbing the door knob. "Your next dare is to sleep alone.. in the dark. I already took all your nightlights, including your secret ones." Yechan explains as he smiles brightly, my eyes covered with fear.

"Yechan I-" my sentence gets cut off as he slams the door, followed by a evil laugh. "WELL YOU KNOW WHAT.. THATS FINE! I CAN DO IT! IM NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING!!" I shout through the door, trying to find some confidence.

"Good night!" Yechan shouts as he walks to the guest room. I huff to myself quietly, nervously crawling into my pitched black bed.

~~~~♡

I gasp loudly as I sit up from my bed, realizing I just had my second nightmare of the night. Wiping some of my sweat off my face, I look around my room, my heart beating quickly as I couldn't even see my hands in front of my face.

I groan to myself, figuring to just call the dare quits as I get up and open my door, tripping over almost all my things as I fall in the hallway.

Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I knock on yechans door, suddenly feeling nervous. The door opens a few moments later, revealing a tall red headed boy. "Hmm?" He looks at me after rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong?" His morning voice fills the hall as he yawns.

"I-I.. uhh.." I stutter, butterflies swarm in my stomach as yechan laughs quietly. "Scared of the dark?" He asks, making my eyes widen. "N-no I jus-" I breath heavily as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. "I knew you couldn't do it.." he chuckles, half asleep as he pats my head.

"Come on.. let's sleep.." he grabs my hand, dragging me along with him as he gently tucks me in the bed, getting in as well as he back hugs me, placing his chin on my shoulder as he smiles happily, his eyes still closed.

"Good night~"

A/n: hopefully the end as you giggling and kicking your feet.

P.s. I love pickles~

#xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers drabbles #kpop #xikers fanfic #xikers #xikers fanfiction #xikersau #xikers au #Spotify #p1harmony #lee yechan #spotify #yechan #yechan xikers #xikers yechan #soft imagine #yechan x reader

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yulixi · 11 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐈 ᵖᵗ.2 | pjm

Summary ➪ The boys' fandom has been noticing for a long time how young people are quite united, some say that they are only quite close as friends, brothers, but another part of the fandom does not see it that way...

The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.

Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader

Genres ➪ fluff, cute, idol au, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.

A very unforgettable moment was in a photo session.

@/btspavetheway:Let's talk about the photo shoot that not only drove the fandom crazy for the elegant theme and cute and soft colors.

But let's also not forget that time Jimin made our Y/N very nervous...

*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.: *

The camera panned towards Taehyung, Jin and Y/N who were posing together at an elegant table displaying a variety of fruit, elegant glasses and jewelry that looked very expensive.

After that, a voice was heard that gave them the signal that they could get up.

The young people walked behind the cameras and lights running into the camera that was recording them.

Taehyung greeted the camera then Jin blowing a kiss and finally the young woman smiling and shyly waving at the camera.

Jin appeared on the camera again and began to speak to the army, "Come here with me" he looked behind the camera and seconds later the young woman could be seen next to him.

They began to talk and comment on the photo session, A few seconds passed and it could be seen how someone who could not be seen on camera pulled the singer by the pretty sweater.

She began to laugh, getting out of the grip and settling down next to the older man at her side.

Jin also noticed it and laughed but kept talking to the camera, Jimin's laughter was suddenly heard.

The young woman also laughed and it could be seen that they managed to take her once more by the sleeve of her sweater and remove her from the scene.

"Wait a bit" Y/N's whisper was heard "I have to go back to Jin"

You could see the girl's back appear on the side of the camera but you could also see how Jimin's hand wrapped around his hip, suddenly the young woman removed his arm and laughed nervously and went back to her elder.

"I think I can see your red cheeks" Jin looked at her smiling

"Really?" the young woman asked shyly "This nice sweater makes me feel a bit warm"

Jimin's laughter was heard again and Jin looked at him smiling "Ah? Jimin? did you do something to make him look like that?"

"We were just playing" the young man's laughter did not end while the young woman was still red

*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.: *

@/btspavetheway: Could you notice that? how her cheeks were a nice red color?

Maybe that big and cute sweater wasn't so hot, maybe when Jimin took her by the hip he did something that managed to make her like that and we won't know what it was T.T

It seems Jin didn't pay much attention to the minors and he didn't see what they did either.

If you like it, give me a like and reblog ^^

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dead-boy-dont-eat · 1 year

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♡🍝imagine cooking with your f/o🍝♡

neither of you are particularly experienced in cooking- but they decided on a whim that it would be fun to try, especially with you!

as you both rush to the kitchen, you realize that nothing is really defrosted... you giggle as you search through web-tutorials, discover about 8 different microwave functions that you'd never heard of before, almost forget to take something out of the oven.

if you have pets together, they sit in the kitchen and watch you both rush around as timers go off and tables get set. the food smells great, and despite the fumbling, you both made something pretty great!

when you finally get to take a bite together, you're sure it tastes even better because they helped you make it. your f/o smiles at you from across the table. you realize that this is what home is meant to feel like.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,029

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @imagines-to-quench-thirst (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

#imagine #gif imagine #mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen x reader #mads mikkelsen imagine #mads mikkleson #actor #actor imagine #soft imagine #mads is so adorable #love that man

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gretavanbear · 1 year

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beautiful.

josh kiszka x fem!reader

[notes :

short, little imagine.

dedicated to alex.

warnings : body dysmorphia, talk of self-hate, comforting josh!]

you stood in the mirror wearing nothing but your bra and underwear, tears in your eyes as this was not a good day for you. the walls felt isolating as you've spent your whole day in bed, the pressure of getting up and having to be perceived becoming too overwhelming.

it was the evening now, and your boyfriend josh was probably going to walk in the room at any moment, his work day being over for about twenty minutes now.

you want to go back in bed, pretend to be asleep, the thought of him seeing you like this makes you cry even more; but before you can hide you hear his keys jangle in the front door. the footsteps becoming louder as he calls your name.

the tears stream down your face and you cover yourself with your arms as the footsteps are outside the door, the handle twisting slowly. he calls your name softly and stops in his tracks as he witnesses your half-naked figure stood in front of the mirror.

"oh my god. [y/n], babe, what's wrong?" his worried voice fills the room, and you can't respond with anything but a sob, the tears flowing like a waterfall. he wastes no time to rush to you and pull you in his arms, lifting you up and bringing you to the bed; cradling you with his soft arms. you cry underneath his touch, the warmth helping you calm down.

"shh.. i know.. i know sweet girl" his fingers comb through your hair as he rocks you softly, the soft touch healing your heart. he leaves soft kisses on the top of your head as your cries quiet down.

"i.. i feel so ugly, josh" you cry softly, and he pulls you closer if that's any possible.

"why darling? you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen." he says softy, his hands holding you close as your cheek rests against his chest on the soft material of his t-shirt.

"because.. you see all these pretty people at your shows, perfect faces and perfect bodies and you could do better, but instead you're stuck with me" you sniffle, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand.

he gasps softly and pulls back, so he can face you. "is that what you think?" he asks softly, his curly hair frames his face in the best possible way; making him look so soft your heart hurts.

"[y/n], i choose to be with you. i choose to wake up next to you in the morning. you are mine and i, yours. i don't want anyone else. you are so, so, fucking perfect." his hand cradles your cheek and he pulls you in for a soft kiss.

"look at your arms, how beautiful and soft they are. your thighs, how i love to lay my head on them. c'mere" he spins you so your back is laying against his chest.

he draws little hearts on your skin. "look at how gorgeous you are." he whispers. his free hand plays with your hair as his fingers continue laying little traces on your skin.

"this body of yours is on my mind all day, love. how i miss it when i'm not home, how i wish to hold you when you're away. without these curves, this softness; it wouldn't be the same. i can't love anyone else but you, my pretty girl" he sighs, his free hand now on your shoulder.

"i love the way your skin looks in the morning, the way your stomach always looks so soft and delicate. you are so carefully sculpted by the gods, and i'm the lucky one who gets to spend my life in the museum of your beautifulness. i am so grateful for you, [y/n]." he speaks softly, his soft voice comforting you more and more by the second.

"would you love me more if i was smaller?" your voice is frail and fragile, and he sighs softly, pulling you closer to him.

"i love you now. i'll love you forever. and nothing will change that." he says softly, his lips leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

{@sarakay-gvf @positivegvfthings @brokenbells11 @krystalm98 @shutupdevvie @milkgemini @jordierama @maddie-van-fleet @writingcold @gretavanfleas @jakes-eyebrows @spark-my-nature @lo-pe-ak}

#josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #josh gvf smut #josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka x you #greta van fic #greta van fleet #gvf imagine #gvf #greta van fleet imagine #gvf ships #gvf series #josh kiszka soft #soft imagine #soft gvf imagine #body positivity

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the-bar-sinister · 11 months

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Imagine sitting with your F/O on a park bench, early on a cold morning.

The light is pale gold in the air, and the chill freezes your breath in the air, letting you watch the way that it mixes with your F/Os.

You look over at them, and they favor you with a little smile before slipping their arm around your shoulders

#soft imagine #f/o imagine #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #imagine your fictional other #imagine your self ship #self ship #self ship imagine #self shipping #selfship

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Wanting to be friends with Desire would include…

You weren’t a social butterfly, in fact, quite the opposite.

But there was something about Desire that allured you.

Desire had a flamboyant personality and endless sarcasm.

But you thought Desire was only trying to hide their loneliness with overflowing extravaganza.

You thought Desire only needed a friend.

Eternal being or not, everyone needed a friend.

When you had your first interactions with Desire it was very obvious that she had a barrier to keep you away.

“I don’t need friends, I have more than enough fun by myself”

“It would not hurt you to have friends”

“Well I could try, since you’re so insistent”

You almost jumped out of joy when Desire gave in.

Desire agreed to have you in their realm for a few days.

You insisted in brushing Desire’s hair

They were strangely soothed by your actions.

One day, Desire asked you to paint their nails.

It was a huge thing for Desire to ask you.

“Y/N? Would you… paint my nails, please?”

You were more than happy to do it.

Desire appreciated your attentions and with time they also had attentions with you.

They brought you your favorite ice cream and candy.

It felt good to give back what you offered Desire.

Was this what friendship felt like?

It was… nice

Desire would hug you as an expression of their affection to you.

Desire would also offered to dress you up at times

“Thank you, for being by my friend”

“Thanks, for letting me be your friend”

#love #the sandman comics #sandman netflix #desire imagine #soft imagine #desire x reader #desire headcanons #desire of the endless #desire sandman #desire #mason alexander park #sandman imagine #sandman shitpost #sandman headcanons #sandman neil gaiman #neil gaiman

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vinnieswife · 1 year

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Our bet - JB

Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

words: 1365

warnings: smut! blowjob, male!receiving, bad lenguage. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

summary: After a party with a few friends, Jude places a small bet on the reader that ends in something else...

"okey that was really fun."

"Damn it was," your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head at the memories of tonight's events. "Did you see Mason strip on the pool table?" you snorted, "who didn't? He was screaming screaming screaming the lyrics to 'Doja'."

You both laughed at the same time as Jude wrapped his arms around your body, testing it dreamily. Quickly he stole a kiss from you,and lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off me tonight, baby."

you squinted mechanically, feeling offended, "you just implied that I was clingy?"

"Oh, honey, it's not a nasty problem, I absolutely adore it when you're clingy. I used to be just-".

"oi oi im not clingy."

"okay, then i'm gonna bet that you can't go at least 5 minutes without touching me while we're making out," he confidently stated, pursing his lips together in a cocky manner, to which you scoffed at with a shake of your head.

"that's not really fair... you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself during something like that," you huffed out frustratedly. "we both know that you're just setting me up to fail."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, "for someone who keeps telling me they're not clingy, you don't seem very sure about it."

Jude was starting to irritate you.And as a solution to his annoyance, you crossed your arms across your chest and hastily pressed your lips to his plump lips, just to play nice, Jude's hands disappeared from your neck, tucking them into his pockets. Jude hated the way you were kissing him, your kisses followed a slow but steady rhythm making him melt and crave for more.

You sighed into the kiss and moved a little closer to him, with your arms crossed you could gently brush against his chest, there was no way you could do this without any other physical contact.

Pulling away from him, you looked down at your shoes with an obvious red tint to your cheeks. You didn't even need to look at him to know he had the most arrogant, smug smile on his face.

But you needed to prove something.

So you raised your head again and kept eye contact with him as you leaned in to start kissing him again.

You had surprised him when you went back for more, but he was more surprised when he could feel your tongue running along his bottom lip, begging to enter his mouth, he allowed your tongue to come into contact with his and now you were fighting for dominance. you were so determined to somehow win this bet, it prompted you to push your knee against his, signaling him to start moving, Jude hummed for a millisecond, sending mini vibrations all over your mouth, before he backed up onto the bed.

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Naturally, Jude sat down slowly, which caused you to straddle him with your legs on either side of him, you tilted your head to give him more access, and you could already feel your insides burning with need,you were struggling.

"Don't touch, baby," he murmured into your mouth as he felt your fingers slowly creep under his shirt and brush against his pelvis, he reached down to remove your hands.

"Come on, you know the rules y/n."

You moaned in frustration, but nevertheless kept your lips on his with your hands, more or less, away from his body. God, this was really killing you. You wondered how much longer you would be able to keep this up, because it turned out that he was actually quite right with his earlier statement, you were clingy at times. But only because you are deeply in love with him and he is the sexiest man alive, could anyone blame you?So you gave up on the spot.

"Fuck, Jude, please."

Your boyfriend smirked contentedly against your swollen lips at your plea, and pulled away slightly to maintain tense eye contact with you, "hmm.. what about our bet, honey?"

"Shut up, you know you won," you told him in an irritated tone, rolling your eyes at his smugness. "Because I'll touch whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Do you want to make this bet a little more worthwhile?" he asked you, though it didn't seem like a question to you.

"It depends... Do you have training tomorrow?"

"No. Do you?"

"I don't play football Jude love."

He ran his tongue over his lower lip and stared at yours, suddenly feeling impatient for what was coming, "then we have time" not wanting to waste another second, you pushed your head forward to close the gap between you, taking advantage of the privilege you didn't have during the bet, your hands found their way into his hair so you could deepen the affection. His hands slid playfully upward from your thighs, giving your ass a small squeeze.

After bringing your tongues together, your hands slowly traveled from his hair to his shoulders, his torso, and down his shirt to feel his hips, since you couldn't before.

Jude's moan disappeared into your mouth as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and voluntarily slipped one of your hands inside to grasp him firmly, pulling him out, you pulled back a little from his lips smiling slightly. Your forehead rested against his as your hand began to stroke him up and down. You made sure to keep eye contact with him, his pupils were almost trembling from the pleasure you were giving him and his lips parted slightly letting out moans of pure pleasure.

You brushed the tip of it with your thumb, which made his breath hitch, "I love touching you, baby."

"And I love it when you touch me Aah~."

"I know you do~" you told him with a small smile, stopping your hand movements. "~ your eyes say it all."

Something between a moan and a groan came out of his mouth and he closed his eyes before clasping his hand over yours that had stopped moving along his cock,he began to move your hand against him at the pace he wanted, and your smile only grew at how desperate he was for your touch. He always wanted you as much as you wanted him.

His hand soon left yours as soon as you kept a steady but faster pace. You urged yourself to bury your face in his neck, leaving wet kisses along his tanned skin. Nothing but heavy breaths fanned over your ear like a hot gust, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps.

His head lolled back, while his forearms rested on the sheets for balance, endless moans rang throughout your bedroom. For a second, you worried if anyone else in the halls would be able to hear it, but then he started praising you, "Fuck, like this, baby. You're so good." You completely forgot about them.

You could feel a whole load of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his hardened cock and you licked your lips at the sight of it, without giving him warning, you slid your legs off the bed so you could bend over and wrap your mouth around him.

"Holy fucking shit y/n."

You were driving him crazy, and there was no doubt he was about to orgasm at any moment.

Jude's other hand reached down to grasp the base of his cock, while your mouth continued around the tip and your tongue continued to work wonders on him. To double the pleasure, he began to stroke himself at a pace that he knew would help him climax faster.

"I'm going to cum," he managed to mumble, turning his head slightly away, guttural moans bounced off the walls and echoed in your ears as his hips stuttered slightly. He sat up on his elbows with a suggestive smirk.

"You were so loud," you affirmed with a chuckle, returning to straddle his thighs.

Jude chuckled, and was already about to unbutton your jeans so he could lower his hand down to your hotness, "Well, it's about to get a lot louder in here, baby."

#cute imagine #cute #fluff imagine #soft imagine #smut imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham hot #smut #hot imagine

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spinjitzunerd78 · 2 years

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imagine running home in the rain with your f/o. when you had started your journey, it was gloomy and you could smell the rain in the atmosphere. you were hopeful the sky would hold out -just another five minutes. but then the heavens opened and you both start running and shriek as the water pelts at your skin. of course, the lack of friction causes you to slip and fall. f/o stops and turns around before laughing their head off at you, causing you to roll your eyes and flip them off. still laughing, they offer their hand but instead of using it to get up, you pull them down with you. its your turn to laugh and f/o playfully shoves you before chuckling softly. as the laughter dies you find your gaze fixated on f/o. sure, they’re dishevelled, drenched and slightly covered in mud, but their beautiful nonetheless. f/o is doing, their eyes scanning your face as they admire you. they get up and you follow suit, resuming eye contact when you’re standing. they take your hands in theirs and capture your lips in a kiss which only breaks away because you can’t stop yourself from smiling.

#self insert #self shipping #fluff imagine #self ship fluff #soft imagine #rainy day imagine #f/o x reader #f/o x you #imagine your f/o #shifting scenario #shifting imagine #fictional other

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chiiyuuvv · 8 months

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helloo!! i would like to request a seeun imagine with him not wanting reader to leave his embrace in the morning?? hehe just sleepy seeun 🥹🥹 overall very fluffy!!! thank you so much <3

WAKE - SEEUN °

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You groan softly in your sleep, tossing over when you feel someone hug you tightly. A warm smile leaves your lips as you snuggle into its warmth.

It smelled like your boyfriend, seeun.

It felt like your boyfriend, seeun.

Wait.. wasn't he supposed to be practicing? You jump out of your sleep, watching the pink haired boy beside you whine, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Come backk~" His voice deep and raspy from sleeping. "Werent you supposed to be practicing?" You question, ruffling your morning hair.

"They let us leave early.." seeun muffles in his pillow, his eyes closing again. You nodded your head although he couldnt see it, running a hand down his back.

"You must be tired.." you whisper, more to yourself as you get closer to him, guiding his head to your lap. He hums to himself, a small smile forming as you massage his scalp.

Your smile fades as you feel the sudden urge to pee. "Seeun.." you try to move his head, only for him to hold onto your leg tightly.

"Seeun.. I need to pee!" You say a little louder, shaking your leg more. "5 more minutes.." seeun says calmly, a smile still on his face as he tries to keep you in that position.

"But seeu-"

"Shhh~ Stay." He pecks your lips, laying his head back on your lap.

A/n: thank you for my twinz for helping me and also thank you person for requesting! And also sorry for the delay!!

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years

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Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler:

Sick:

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It was autumn, the leaves were falling on the ground quickly and delicately. The air was crisp and cool, making noses cold and cheeks redder. Scarves were loosely tied around necks, thick socks and coats tightly fitted. Hot tea and soups were drunk, breath can be seen in the air. Noses sniffled as people caught colds, throats were sore and chests were tight.

Robin had been feeling under the weather for a few days, her chest had been tight making it difficult for her to breathe. She thought nothing of it and continued to go to work, panting with every single task. Steve began to worry about her as she stood staring at the shelves, her eyes were wide and her mind was elsewhere.

Concerned he decided to ring Nancy, who began picking her up from work. Until one Saturday Robin couldn’t leave her bed, she felt awful.

Nancy grew even more concerned, deciding to stay by Robin’s side and nurse her back to health. She began by making soups, a lot of them. With fresh orange juice and fruit, much to Robin persistence of wanting pop tarts and chocolate milk. She ate it under Nancy’s watchful eye.

She sat there tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle, her parents had wheeled in the television. Nancy was lounging about in the armchair next to her, their hands interlinked tightly as a cheesy movie played off the television. Every so often, Nancy glanced to look at Robin. Switching between fond and concerned looks, smiling to herself as she turned away. Noticing that she had drifted off to sleep, little soft snores escaped from her. Nancy internally squealed at how cute she sounded.

Nancy left Robin to sleep as she tiptoed downstairs, she loved Robin but her outgoing personality sometimes didn’t give her a moments peace. She relaxed with the silence of the house, knowing that Robin was safely asleep upstairs. She began making herself a mug of coffee, her book was tucked tightly under her arms.

She stayed downstairs, reading her book until her coffee had gone cold. Deciding to check on Robin, sneaking into her room quietly. The television was still blaring, soft snores still escaped Robin's mouth. Smiling to herself, Nancy entered the room and turned down the television. She sat in the chair next to her, lightly stroking her face as she slept. Her book still tucked under her arm, she opened it and began to read.

After a while, Robin rosed in her sleep. Mumbling and turning in the bed, Nancy turned her head to look at her. She opened her eyes, sleep kissed the corner of her eyes accompanied by the dark circles under her eyes.

Nancy looked at her softly, as she lifted her hands up and rubbed them. Blinking more than once, staring at Nancy.

''Was I asleep for long?” Her voice was hoarse and raspy as she spoke, Nancy melting instantly.

She lifted her hands to touch Robin’s forehead, it burnt her hand. With worry, she kissed her forehead lightly.

“Yes you did my sweet, I will be right back” she smiled, handing Robin the television remote and left the room.

Gathering a tray, she placed soup, herbal tea, cough sweets and a cool wet cloth. She walked carefully up the stairs, trying not spill anything. Using her back she pushed the door open, Robin looked pale as her eyes focused on the screen in front of her. Nancy smiled at her as she brought the tray over to the table next to her, placing the cloth on her forehead with a soft kiss on her lips before moving the tray in front of her on the bed.

Sitting in the chair next to her, watching as Robin moved slowly to reach the tray in front of her. She smiled weakly as Nancy’s hand reached over to the soup spoon, blowing on the soup before navigating it towards her mouth.

“I can feed myself Nance” Robin laughed lightly, still letting Nancy feed her the soup.

She began to feel better after eating the soup, Nancy felt her forehead and kissed her.

“The tea is peppermint and nettle tea with honey, it will help you combat this illness” Nancy rambled on to Robin, who blew on her tea before taking a sip. Gasping as she burnt her tongue slightly on the drink.

“Thank you for looking after me Nancy” she looked at her softly, cupping her mug tightly in her hands. Her eyes were full of innocence as they locked eyes.

''Of course I'd look after you, I love you'' Nancy touched her hands with hers, the touch sent electric tingles through her body.

Even though she looked sick, she had never looked as beautiful as she did in the light of her room. The television light lit up her face, the cloth had long gone warm that radiated off her skin. Nancy knotted her eyebrows together, taking it off her face. Kissing Robin's cheek before leaving the room, she ran the cloth under the water for a few seconds. Staring at herself in the mirror, she looked tired but happy. The bags under her eyes, looked lighter than they had the other day.

Sleeping next to Robin calmed her, knowing that if her symptoms worsened she would be right there with her. Although it was only the flu, she hated seeing Robin so fragile. Unable to get out of bed, without feeling weak. Worried Nancy, more than she had ever worried about anything.

Her feelings for Robin had strengthened since she had practically moved in to take care of Robin. She was unaware of the idea that people fall more in love with their girlfriends even after they were official together.

After a week and a half of being nursed by Nancy, Robin's cheeks began to get rosier with colour after copious amounts of tea and soup. Bedrest had made her restless, the soft kisses on Nancy's neck made her want more. The endless television was driving her crazy.

''Hey Nance, can we go sit outside? I'm going crazy in here'' Robin pleaded to her, battering her eyelashes at her and sticking out her bottom lip.

''Of course Rob, let's get our coats on'' Nancy helped her out of her bed, helping her change into thick tights, a scarf and a thick coat. Kissing her lightly on the nose once she was changed.

Nancy dressed herself, gripping onto her hand as they entered her garden. The leaves off the nearby tree had scattered across the floor by the roots of the tree, golden yellow and orange hues light up the area. They sat down on two chairs, their hands linked together between the chairs. Robin sighed happily as she breathed in the cool air, Nancy looked over at her and smiled.

Robin's cough had subsided, her cheeks flushed with colour as the cool air hit their faces. With Nancy's assistance she slowly felt better, her hand was tightly squeezing Nancy's.

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dead-boy-dont-eat · 1 year

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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂!

You sigh. A generic holiday card, a candy bar, and the least expensive flowers the store could offer you are sprawled out on the ground in front of you. As your eyes scan the misfit Valentine's gifts, a sharp pang of guilt cuts through you.

Was this really all you could muster up? Was this really all your F/O was worth to you..? Anyone could have given them these things. Hot tears well up in your eyes.

"𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂?!" You sob, before suddenly, arms surround you in a warm, familiar embrace from behind. It's them. "𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒴/𝒩." Your F/O says softly. "𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌?"

❥ Your F/O will never forget the love you've shown them. ❥ Your F/O does not need you to prove your love to them with expensive gifts. ❥ You are the light in your F/O's life. Everything you give is more than enough for them. ❥ Your F/O hopes that you know they love you too- more than you can ever know.

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 1 year

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Imagine giving your f/o{s}, who have never had the opportunity to celebrate any kind of holiday, their first winter holiday gift!

What did you give them? Was it something expensive and luxurious, or was it something homemade and cozy? Whatever it was, your f/o is going to love it, because it was given to them by you, that fact alone already makes it one of their most prized possessions.

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gretavanbear · 1 year

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Distractions.

Jake Kiszka x Reader

You’re distracted on your first day of classes by the pretty boy who asks you for a pencil.

[note :

thank you auri who helped my jakedown in class yesterday. i almost cried.

anyways- something soft for the tl i think we all need it!

short little imagine, just something i thought about. ]

your first day of college classes was the most stressful of all, due to all the high expectations coming your way. you dressed your best, wanting to make a good impression upon your peers; though you knew ahead of time that your shyness would stop you from making any confrontation.

as you walk into your amphitheater-shaped classroom, you examine the empty seats which are all in the front. your heart beats quickly as you make your way down the stairs, sitting in the fifth row. you pull out the little table that comes out of the chair and place it in front of you, taking out your notebook and a pen. you pause and take a moment to look at the students in your class, they all seem to know each-other already.

you push down the emotions of loneliness as the professor makes their way into the classroom, greeting everyone. they introduce the lesson plan of the day, the film that will be presented to us, the plan for the semester. you get distracted by the weight of someone sitting two seats away from you.

as you turn your head, your eyes are met with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. he had beautiful long brown hair, big brown eyes. rosy cheeks accompanied with a cute button nose. he smiled softly as he tried not to disturb the class with his noisy settling down. he wore a burgundy flannel on top of a white t-shirt, some black skinny jeans and really beat up (possibly used to be white) vans. he had really beautiful skin that just made you want to reach out and touch him.

your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you tried to ignore the angel sitting only two seats away from you, you focused on your professors voice and tried your best to ignore the smell of his cologne. vanilla. something woodsy, so.. manly.

you drowned yourself in the professor’s voice, listening to their words and writing them down on your notebook- but you’re brought right back to reality as the beautiful boy mutters to himself next to you.

“shit.” he whispers as he scrambles through his bag. you look to him and he smiles softly, his cheeks all red due to the embarrassment. he leans towards you, his hair covering his face a little as his voice lowers- not wanting to disturb anyone else.

“i’m so sorry. do you have a pencil by any chance? a-and can I copy some of your notes?” he blushes and you try not to die right there; the softness of his voice tearing your heart in two. You nod softly and he gets up rapidly, then sits directly next to you on your left- slumping in his chair a little. you hand him your pen, your favourite pen, and his fingers brush against yours softly as he takes it from you. you also hand him your notebook as you look for another pen in your bag, finding one quickly due to being so organized.

“you write so quickly.” he chuckles softly, the whisper sending chills down your spine. your notebook's page filled with your handwriting.

“i know” you pause, whispering back to him. “i’m a good listener” you add, your cheeks burning up at the sight of him listening to you. his head a bit closer to your lips as you respond. he nods and smiles softly again, copying your notes onto his notebook.

"jake. my name- sorry, what's your name?" he asks and chuckles a little at his sentence mishap.

you watch him write down your notes, his arm flexed a little as he holds onto your pen as if he's afraid to break it- his handwriting a little messy but you like it. it looks like a man’s handwriting and you wish he’d write on you with those hands. as he finishes copying the notes; he hands you back the notebook and thanks you quietly.

"[y/n]. you're welcome, jake" you reply with a kind smile.

"[y/n]..." he repeats your name to himself, nodding slowly, your stomach fills with butterflies as it rolls off his lips.

the professor starts playing the movie and exits the room, you settle in your seat knowing it's going to be a long, boring movie. you hear him sigh and wonder if he just thought the same thing. it was a very old silent movie, which interested you but fuck it was so boring sometimes.

you're woken up suddenly by the light switching on- the brightness jolting you awake. you turn to face jake and realize you had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"fuck, sorry. i promise i'm a good student- i didn't get much sleep" you ramble and he giggles.

"i dozed off. i don't even know what the movie was about. i hope you had a good nap" he jokes and you blush, hiding your face with your hand.

"it was cute." he adds and if you could you'd blush even more. you can't help but face away from him- as you pretend to check through your notes.

the professor dismisses you as your class is over; and you start putting your things away in your bag. jake hands you the pen you lent him.

"no, keep it, for next time" you smile, not caring that you gave him your favourite pen- even though it writes so well and is one of your most prized school possessions.

"are you sure?" he asks, not whispering this time as everyone else in the room is speaking at a normal volume.

"yes- don't worry" you brush him off, finding the confidence to place your hand on his arm quickly. "it'll motivate you to write your own notes next time." you add and he laughs at your answer- covering his mouth in embarrassment. you laugh with him to hide the fact that his laugh was the cutest sound you had ever heard.

as you both walk out of the room- jake pulls you back slightly as he grabs your arm softly.

"are you busy after this class?" he asks and you shake your head 'no', laying in bed watching the office being your only plans for the rest of the day.

"would you.. like to get a coffee with me? or tea- whichever you like.. if you want" he rambles nervously and your heart melts at the sight.

"of course i would" you reply to him and he offers you the biggest smile, accompanied with a sigh of relief.

you both make your way across the street to the local cafe, and find out more about each other. his hands holding yours as you talk, his soft smile pulling you in.

and you're thankful to be so distracted that day.

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