( a/n ; hello! so this is my first take on writing this kind of imagines. i always have plots in my mind but i’m not sure how to write it out as a fanfic because of the lack in my english writing :^) i took 2 weeks to write this bc i kept changing plots and stuffs o u o ; anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! + i’m sorry but i don’t take requests, however you can still suggest here~ i only do gay/yaoi/boxboy ships that i approve c: )
so basically JENO LOVES SKINSHIP ALOT BUT JAEMIN DOESN’T
Aside from a funny, sweet, caring loving,and even a protective type personality, I want a guy who’s slightly taller than me, because I’d rather be the shorter of the two, also I want him bigger than me, not so I can look smaller next to him, but because when it comes to cuddling I’d rather cuddle with the guy and not the pillow we’re sharing, if he’s got a slightly big belly, and he wants it bigger then I not only want to watch it get bigger but help him get it bigger, rather he’s 250,290,330,350, or390 nearing 400…. I want to be able to use his big belly as a pillow when there aren’t any left to use. I want to when standing in front of him to feel his big round belly slightly pressed against my backside or unless I’m facing him to feel his belly close the gap tween me and him before being wrapped in his arms, when laying next to him when I want to when reaching to put my own arms around him that I have to practically be almost on him before my arm reaches the other side of him. I want to watch his belly shake as he laughs and wabble a bit when he walks…. I want to watch him eat rather it’s breakfast, lunch, brunch, a snack or a few snacks, dinner/supper, desert midnight snack, whatever, if he’s 400 and wants to get bigger, then again I want to do what I can to help. When we’re goofing off together or whatever , especially when it’s the two of us I want to be pinned against the wall by his big belly,when rubbing his belly I would love for it to be soft and jiggly like Jell-O or feel like dough. I want to go from kissing his lips and chubby cheeks to kissing his chest/moobs to kissing and rubbing his belly.. also when he eats or stuffs himself, I want to hear him moan in mixture of satisfaction, pleasure, and pain and hear him ask for more food or a nother drink of whatever he likes to eat or drink… despite the fact that he’s completely full and over stuffed….I want to see buttons pop and zippers burst, and if I have to I want to be the one who unfasten his pants for him so he won’t have to stop in the middle of his eating to do so and to lift his shirt up or unbutton it if he needs me to while he’s eating as well as rub his belly as it expands while he’s eating or stuffing himself…. If he has a certain size he wants to be then I want to help him get to that size or even if he doesn’t yet still has goals then I want to help him reach those goals. So in all I want a cute big fat guy for a boyfriend and or better yet for a husband.
idk i cant imagine hobbits ever leaving valinor and the never-ending breakfasts
Then Fëanor cried: ‘Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city!’
And a voice piped up from the back of the crowd, saying, ‘Well, I don’t deny you make a number of very good points, and I’m sure there’s lots to be said for Middle-earth, sweet waters and so on, but do they know about second breakfast?’
Fëanor was unable to comment on whether the peoples of Middle-earth knew about second breakfast. Nor could he say for sure whether there would be elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, or midnight snacks. And so the Noldor went away homewards shaking their heads, feeling that free kingdoms under the stars were all very well, but really one could manage without them, whereas no one could reasonably be expected to manage without at the very least some jam and toast and a cup of tea at about half-past nine.