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#i am a softie at heart ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ
rosedom · 1 month
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thinking about kneeling between someone's legs, arms wrapped around their waist while looking at them lovingly....... help-
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this has been sitting in my inbox for days, and i really needed the fluff this imagine gave me ><
and, i know it's probably not where ur thoughts were going, but my mind is flashing with the possibilities . . .
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aether, sprawled out on some couch in the teapot as you're sitting between his legs. he's half-asleep, by now, body aching n' exhausted from the day (the week, the year(s), the life) he's had, and he is letting himself indulge in you, his fingers cupping the nape of your neck after he dozed off whilst detangling your hair. his touch would be so gentle, soft sounds falling from his lips as sweet dreams fill his mind. you almost wish he'd open those pretty sunshine eyes again, but you know he needs this rest; so you nuzzle into his thigh and fall asleep, too, warm and comfortable even while you're kneeling between his legs.
diluc, curled over himself on the bed as he braces himself against the tight pain of the bandages you're wrapping around his torso. you're knelt between his spread legs, laying gentle kisses to the unmarred skin of his thigh to soothe the bite that the bandages and antiseptics always bring. you're a little vindictive in it, though, calling it his karma for doing stupid shit at fuck o'clock in the morning. but even still, you're gazing at him so fondly, so full of worry, that he finds himself nuzzling into the top of your head, curled over as he is.
cyno, half-laying back on the mat you've got set beneath your desert tent. you're kneeling, he's got his elbows up under him to prop him up, and your arms are wrapped snug around his waist, bare save for the particles of sand that litter it. the way your fingers gently dust off the irritation from his skin with nothing short of absolute adorance, the way his abdomen strains to keep him somewhat upright all combining to make his tummy swirl with how much he loves you, loves the tender way you care for him. any joke he makes gets silenced, too, by mere proximity of your mouth; you can so easily blow into his belly button to make him squirm should he act a fool.
kaveh, who's working tirelessly at his blueprints while you kneel between his feet, knees saved from the soft floor by the pillow you've nudged under. you've got your chin bumping against the fat of his thigh, hands pulled tight around his waist as you nuzzle his belly, asking, "c'mon, sweetheart." he's whining at you, saying, "just five more minutes," except he said that five minutes ago—and, before that, five more minutes. when you nip at him, at his skin through his thin night-shirt, he finally sighs, drops his pencil with a soft thump. from then on, you'll finally have his undivided attention to smother him with.
alhaitham, using your head as a place to rest his book. he's bracing the spine of it with his hand, your head really only making contact with him himself. it is blissfully quiet, here, the only sound his and your own breathing as you kneel between his spread legs, your arms taking gentle hold of either of his strong calves. after a while, though, you tip your head to the side to kiss his knee, sufficiently dislodging the peaceful atmosphere that had been set as he's forced to set his book aside. he's got a retort on the tip of his tongue, surely, but it dissipates into the air when he sees how adoringly you look up at him. why keep reading that silly book when your eyes are the novel to your very soul?
6 MAY 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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