~cute imagines~ ~freaky imagines~ ~funny imagines~
The first couple of imagines will be my own based on a couple of my favorite songs at the moment. Requests are open just message me with a person, scenario, and explicit/non explicit
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Jana
I had walked downstairs of the home that I shared with my husband James. As I walked past the living room, I saw him deeply invested into a game of 2k. "Good morning James."
He looked up and gave me a slight nod, before turning his attention back to the game. I chuckled and walked into the kitchen to an angry surprise. A sink full of dishes. I had told James to do the dishes last night and of course he didn't do it.
"James!" I sighed, walking back into the living room.
"What?" He asked, pausing the game.
"You didn't do the dishes!"
"The what?"
"The dishes James!"
"I'll do them later." He shrugged.
I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips. "You always say that! I'm not doing them again."
"Wanna bet?"
"Bet what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Bet that if I beat you in 2k then you have to do the dishes."
"And if I win?"
He chuckled. "Then I'll do them and the laundry ASAP."
I smirked and sat down next to him, grabbing the controller. "Fine. Let's play."
"Choose your team."
I knew from watching that if I picked the Warriors that he would just claim that I won easily, so I choose the Cavaliers.
He smirked and choose the Warriors.
I slightly gasped. "Of course you choose them."
"Shall we start?" He asked with a confident smirk.
I rolled my eyes and started the game. He was hella confident that he was going to win..
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"Shit! When did you get so good Jana?" He mumbled angrily, gripping he controlled tightly.
I was currently beating his ass in the game.
"Always been babe. This is the first time that you've noticed." I smiled as I made LeBron dunk on KD, making the score 101 to 88.
"Fuck!" He growled, throwing the remote down.
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His mouth hung low as the final buzzer blared. I had won against James, 147 to 125.
"Wow. We need to play together more often."
"We should. It's actually kind of fun."
He picked me up and placed me in his lap. "Who knew my girl was a beast at 2k?" He smiled, kissing my cheek.
I giggled as his beard tickled me. "James stop! You have to do the dishes!"
"I can think of something more useful to do." He smirked.
I smiled and stood up. "Oh yeah. The laundry too."
