i could stare at you for hours

Roman Godfrey Drabbles


Imagine Roman Tasting you after a car quickie


“Why is your thumb always in your mouth?” Peter asked staring at Roman from the passenger seat

“No reason.” He smirked as his mind went back to only a few hours before as he used his thumb to circle your clit until you came on his cock. “Just wanted to see if I could taste the candy I had earlier.”

“Whatever man.” Peter frowned leaning back in the seat….

Dating Jughead Jones -

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

Requests will be up soon, I promise. Thank you all so much for nearly 9,000 followers ! :)

•Road trips

•Letting you play with his hair

•Letting you wear his beanie

•Going with each other everywhere and anywhere

•Your parents honestly loving him and being fully willing to support him in any way

•Helping with his novel

•Horror movie marathons despite Jason’s murder

•Studying leading to make out sessions

•Jug is so scared to tell you he is asexual because he thinks you might leave him

•But you surprise him when you are so supportive oml his little-relieved face

“Wait? You-You aren’t going to leave me?”

“Of course not. I fucking love you, Jughead. Asexual or not, I always will.”

•After that I mean you guys don’t hold anything back

•You literally could talk about the most boring thing ever and yet still talk about it for hours

•Low key PDA

•Like when you’re at Pop’s, he gently grabs your hand under the table

•Or at school, low-key wraps his arm around your waist

•But oh boy, if Jughead gets jealous…

•That kid wraps his arm around your shoulder, kisses your cheek in front of whoever it is he’s jealous of and gives him that stare

•Jughead is so worried that you will leave him for someone else

•Constantly reassuring him that he’s perfect

“Jughead, stop worrying. I’m not going to leave you, especially not for Reggie.”

•Cuddling p much all the time at home

•Jughead respecting you and you respecting him

•Jughead honestly so protective of you after Jason’s murder and vice versa

•You guys have this plan on where you are going to go when you finish school

•Because as soon as you’ve finished, you guys are getting the hell out of Riverdale

•You, Archie and Jug being best friends like before

•Jug sneaking into your room after your parents go to bed, just so he can cuddle you

•Everyone shipping you two so hard

Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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Laundry Room (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 
Genre: Smut. 
Word count: 3.1k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter. Part three: The Club.

Summary: He was about to dive back in for your mouth, but you successfully held his jaw so he couldn’t move in any further, leaving your lips only inches apart. “Your sister’s down the hall.” You whispered against his mouth. He groaned in disapproval of you trying to reject him before speaking again, “She’s not gonna come in here.” 


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dating peter parker would include...

dedicated to my harrison bestie anon in hopes it makes them smile :) also yes it’s really fuckin long i’m sorry i just love peter parker and have a lot of feelings

  • you actually hate to tell the story of how you two met because it’s mortifiying oh mygod
  • peter, however, loves to watch u blush about it even though it was only really embarrassing when it happened
  • taking the subway to school like every other day, you obviously had spent too many hours on the internet so u were tired as hell 
  • so tired you couldn’t grab the pole in time when the subway stopped
  • and you in an ungraceful manner, tripped, stumbled and fell
  • into his lap
  • his l a p 
  • you still get red cheeks when remember just how embarrassing it was
  • oh my god! i c-can’t believe that- i-i, i’m so so sorry- h-holy shit–
  • peter did find it extremely awkward but your mortified and blushing red face was so much more adorable 
  • n-no, it’s fine– d-do you want my seat?
  • o-oh no, it’s alright. i’d just like to crawl into a hole somewhere. sudden amnesia works too.
  • AND BOY
  • a cute girl with wit and oh my is that a nerdy shirt????
  • from them on, you had his entire heart 
  • yes i will totally be writing a full on imagine for this
  • you guys weren’t friends for long if u know what i mean 
  • like you had already face planted into his lap so you skipped most of the awkward interactions
  • you were kinda like ‘ah what the hell’ 
  • you did it while you guys were walking home together, like usual
  • hey peter, can you hold this for me?
  • yeah?” 
  • and you just grabbed his hand, grinning at him with wink 
  • cue the cutest blushing from peter 
  • peter goddamn nearly had a heart attack but couldn’t stop smiling the entire walk home 
  • he was really sad when he reached your building 
  • but then you stood on ur tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek so he wasn’t that sad
  • eventually kisses on the cheeks became kisses on the lips & it wasn’t official but you two just knew
  • let’s be real, peter is the worlds biggest dork so movie marathons are so common
  • i mean everything– star wars, back to the future, jurassic park, like man you name it 
  • and if u were a nerd too, then oH boy he would just be in a constant state of heart eyes 
  • he would be anyways but extra heart eyes if u geek out
  • c’mon pete, hurry that cute lil ass up! it’s rogue one!!
  • oh my god, please marry me right now.
  • you guys definitely try to quote movies as much as possible
  • i love you” ”i know *intense blushing* diD YOU JUST–
  • he has a such soft spot for when you guys marathon disney movies not that he tells you that
  • something about you lighting up & singing along makes him go !!!!!!! inside
  • no you two never perform disney duet songs together never ever have you done that why do u ask
  • (your favourite one to perform is hakuna matata because its a goddamn classic and peter gets so into it)
  • (breaking free from hsm is a close second because damn can peter hit those notes when he really tries)
  • peter parker is such an admirer like you dont even know
  • he could stare at you for hours and its pretty much what gets him through the day tbh
  • in fact, he has all your birthmarks and freckles committed to memory because shes so pretty i can’t deal with this
  • he blushes SO MUCH when you catch him staring
  • but lets be real, you were staring at him too
  • he blushed even more when he found that out because oh my fucking god she was staring at me do i look weird is there something on my face
  • but when you’re like no you goof, i’m admiring youu get 
  • BLUSHING STUTTERING STAMMERING PETER PARKER
  • he just never stops blushing 
  • he! would! try! so! hard! at everything 4 you
  • baking? hell yeah he’ll bake for u
  • singing? eh he’ll give it a go (but only for you)  
  • dancing? he hates it but he loves to watch u laugh and smile with him so he does it anyways (even if he sucks)
  • speaking of dancing
  • peter loves it when u dance
  • especially when you stay over and he wakes up to you dancing around the kitchen or his room 
  • his favourite is catching you off guard when you’re grooving to some 80′s song
  • babe– cutting himself off with his own laughter, i don’t think that’s dancing.
  • he loves to tease you about your funky dancing because seeing his girl blushing is like his second favourite thing
  • (the first being your smile because it completely melts his insides and everything is better when you smile at him)
  • you also love it when he’s teasing because all you have is pout and suddenly peter’s showering you in kisses 
  • peter is such a sucker for kisses
  • actually he’s such a hopeless romantic & lover of cliches like
  • constantly bringing you flowers he finds on nightly patrols? check 
  • stopping so you two can share a cutesy kiss in the rain? check 
  • dumb pick up lines that still make you laugh? check 
  • tbh you both do pickup lines
  • hey, hey y/n, are you the square root of -1? because you can’t be real 
  • are you kIDDING– NO I’M NOT BLUSHING AT YOUR DUMB PICK UP LINE GO AWAY PARKER
  • he just giggles at you from the bed
  • except when you do it, its a different story
  • hey hey hey, peter 
  • hmm?” 
  • are you related to yoda? because yodalicious.
  • peter just falls off the bed 
  • you don’t even ask if he’s alright, you just cut straight to laughing at his reaction
  • s-shut up! this isn’t because of your pick up line!! i was startled! 
  • even though he’s trying to hide his face in a pillow, you can see his pink cheeks
  • sure, peter, sure. 
  • aunt may is both a blessing and a curse to both of you 
  • because she spills BOTH OF YOUR SECRETS
  • like you can’t ramble to her about peter because she will tell him everything
  • with you in the same room 
  • oh peter, you’re wearing that shirt? i know y/n loves it, she was talking just the other day about how she find it so hot– 
  • “MAY HE DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW”
  • peter secretly really wants to know what you said about him 
  • but aunt may does it to peter too and he hates it
  • “seriously y/n, you should hear the things he says about you, i swear he’s turned into some lovesick–”
  • “nO MAY SHH YOU CAN STOP NOW”
  • makeout sessions ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • you both l o v e them 
  • funnily enough, peter is the one who usually starts them 
  • hey y/n, you’ve got something on your face, let me just– *kisses you all over you face*
  • because he’s more than ahead in his classes, ‘study dates’ really means makeout not that you mind though  
  • peter loves kisses everywhere
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • eyelid kisses
  • back of the hand kisses
  • all the kisses
  • his absolute favourite kiss is the one he receives from you in the morning when you’ve stayed over
  • he’ll play with your hair softly and you’ll yawn & stretch and catch him gazing at you 
  • and you just smile and lean up and kiss him 
  • it never fails to make peters heart stop and when you pull away he just goes nooooooooooooo and pouts till you kiss him again 
  • it’s especially hard when you have to leave or part ways after school because peter turns into a needy lil boy
  • one more kiss! one more! 
  • peter you’ve said that seven times now!! 
  • you literally have to push his away, giggling and grinning, because otherwise he’s going to be late 
  • i swear to god parker, it’s only one class! 
  • and of course you know about him being spidey
  • you actually found out by accident 
  • you were searching thru his closest for something to wear when you stumbled across it 
  • tbh you thought it was a really dedicated costume at first
  • so you put it on and it was so fucking baggy man
  • hey peter! look at me, i’m the spider man! thwip thwip! 
  • except it was the real thing so 
  • y-y/n!! where did you find that??? 
  • don’t worry, i’ll keep your spider-man obsession a secret, peter.
  • but when you accidentally web peter’s hand to the wall, you figure out this suit is the real deal 
  • holy shit!! holy shit! you– you’re, this is the real, oh my god, you’re the spider-man!  
  • peter just panics because you’ve webbed him to the wall and he can’t actually do anything
  • no! no i’m not!
  • you freak out for like another minute before you gather your senses enough 
  • peter parker, do not play with me right now- are you spider-man?
  • would you believe me if i said it was a very detailed halloween costume?
  • after cutting him free, you squeezed him into the tightest hug because you were so goddamn proud of him 
  • but also because oh my god how many times had he risked his life and had you not known???? 
  • oh my god, this is so wicked i can’t believe you’re spider-man–
  • you can’t tell anyone! 
  • shh, you know i wouldn’t but holy god! you have to tell me everything
  • you’re not mad i didn’t tell you?” 
  • pfft, i’ll only be mad if you don’t tell me now.
  • yes i also want to make this an imagine
  • yes, you’re the one who patches him up which always ends in cuddles
  • basically you get to shower peter in constant love and affection because he would do that and more for you 
  • he’s just the perfect boyfriend??? 
  • i want a peter parker
Imagine a New Agent Flirts With You

A/N: This was another anon request, so I hope you like it, buddy! I love hearing your requests, they’re all awesome, so if you want a fic, just drop me an ask! :P

Warnings: Swearing, posh arsehole being a posh arsehole etc.

The agent stood next to you clearly didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.

“- my father bought me a yacht when I was younger, so I’ve been able to sail for a while. Maybe I could take you out sometime,” You hummed noncommittally, still staring at your phone screen. 

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IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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Percy Weasley

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 2

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 17.686

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking mention | mild cum play | explicit language | male and female masturbation | penetration | erotica mention | public sex | restraints | dry humping | graphic dirty talk 

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


The second the timer on the drying machine went off to alert you of your shirt finally being dry enough to wear, the band from its neckline snapped against your shoulders when you slipped it back on. You pulled some of the cotton material to your nose, trying to see if it still even faintly smelled like beer.

Unlike your underwear which just smelled like cum and farts.

The farts courtesy of Jungkook. Well, you didn’t know if he actually farted, but he just naturally smelled like that to you—like old beans and moldy cheese.

You’d spent the past two hours in the laundry room in nothing but a bra and your loose-fitted skirt. It still hadn’t hit you yet—at least not entirely—that you had let your next-door neighbor spank and bone the living shit out of you. That was something you were going to put on your list of stupid-things-you’ve-done-but-did-anyway-for-some-reason. Maybe his mother could relate after giving birth to him. You were pretty sure she found him just as annoying as you.

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OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Here’s some little things I thought about while in target ok (this is purely based off of Jughead in the show Riverdale so these are non-asexual but if u want an asexual one let me know !!!!!)

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-Jughead isn’t a super PDA person but you’re literally the equivalent of a baby Koala so he sucks it up and holds your hand in the hallways and let’s you cuddle up to him in a booth at Pop’s

-ok but when u guys are alone Jughead is super affectionate like he’s got himself wrapped around you

- you guys get in disagreements and get a lil hot headed with each other but u guys never ever fight

-except for that one time when Jughead got in to this mode where he literally shut everyone out and only focused on his novel and u had to set that boy straight

-now every time he gets too immersed or you want his attention, all u gotta do is reach over and hover a finger over the screen (“don’t touch it you’ll leave fingerprints”) and he gets the message

- Pop’s every day after school

-you’re literally the most loyal customers

- although when you guys go an an actual date every once in a while, you’ll go bowling or check out a new restaurant or something

- You buy Jughead stuff all the time like clothes and stuff even though he has his own job because sometimes he shows up to school and he’s got holes in his shirt and it irritates you so much

-when you found out Jughead was living in the drive in because of his situation with his father, you went to Archie’s dad and told him, and told him (word by word) “you are part of the reason he doesn’t have a home now, so you better open up your doors for him or I swear to god-”

-and Fred stopped you right there and told you he would

-you would have had him come live with you but your dad wasn’t a huge fan of the idea

-your mom loves him though

-literally loves him to death

-so he’s over at your house all the time

-and Jughead obviously isn’t a big sexual person, like normal “sexy” stuff doesn’t turn him on, like short skirts and crop tops or any of that

-but g o d

-you are like, an actual angel to him

-he could literally stare at you for hours and hours

-one time he spent the night and left one of his shirts and when he came over one morning you hadn’t gotten ready for school yet and you answered the door and

-you were wearing his shirt

-just his shirt

-his palms literally started sweating, like he literally wanted to slam the door shut and take u right against the wall and that was definitely a new feeling for him

-he respects you so much, he literally has so much respect for you

-before you guys got together, you had fallen for the game that the jocks played and after Chuck Clayton had humiliated you publicly when he pretended to ask you to formal you had been put in the playbook as “the freak”

-When Jughead found out he literally decked Chuck Clayton

-literally punched him in the jaw so hard Chuck stumbled and almost fell

-and Jughead ended up walking away with a bloody nose and a busted lip

-and you cleaned him up and yelled at him and told him it wasn’t worth it and he said  “of course you’re worth it, you’re always worth it”

-and that was the night u guys got together

-you and Jughead never like think about having sex or doing that kind of stuff because neither of you are really huge on it and you guys just aren’t really sexual people

-your first time is like a hint of awkwardness but just like super natural and stuff and it’s rlly intimate and loving and he holds you all night after

-and he wakes up the next morning and you’ve got his shirt on again

-and the next morning you ride him in the shirt

-Jughead literally supports you with anything, he’s honestly your number one fan

-when you tried out for the river vixens he was there

-when you sang in the talent show he was there

-when you did your first musical gig he was there

-and same with him, like you’re always proofreading his articles for the blue and gold for him and being his helping hand, almost like his test rat for his articles and novel and such

-and he’s got a whole folder full of poems and little journal entries and shit he’s written about you

-he will never admit it though

-you guys are so in love and it’s great bc the both of you would never cheat on each other and lie to each other and you guys just have a really healthy and strong relationship that nothing and nobody could get between

bts// squirting

jin

he would be fingering and teasing you for hours. everytime you would get close to cumming he would pull away and chickle. at this point you were so sexually frustrated you were clenching around nothing as he walked aorund the bed, admiring your wrecked figure.

“okay baby, i think you’ve suffered enough, i’ll let you cum now.” he said, finally giving in and bending down so his face is drectly infront of your core and starting to finger you again. being so worked up, you came. it was the best orgasm you had ever had. when you were done you heard jin chuckle again. you looked down at him, yoour jaw immediately dropping. 

“i’m just that good aren’t i?” he asked, his tongue sweeping across his lips and chin to get your cum off him. “mmh, delicious.” 

Originally posted by parkjewook

suga

he would have you tied to the bed so you can’t move. you blind folded with one of his ties so you can’t see. and his cold finger dragging across your body, teasing you. your body would be red and sweaty, horny and tired. 

“do you think you’ve learnt your lesson kitten?” he asked as he beant down at the end of the bed and looked at your dripping pussy.

“y-yes.” you whimpered out to him. with that, his tongue dove into your wet and warm core, making you scream out instantly. your orgasm came quickly and you were soon shaking and moaning his name. you felt so good. you looked down at yoongi with hooded eyes which then wided because there he was, smirking with your cum all over him. 

“that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen kitten.” 

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

jhope

he would be eating you out for what seemed like years. you woul dhave already came three times, you were a moaning mess. you didn’t understand how one man could make you feel so fucking good. you were so sensitive at this point, you didn’t think you could cum again. but then you did, you were shaking, trembling, you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the intense pleasure you were feeling. when you finally calmed down, you laughed and looked dwon at hose. his eyes were wide, he was staring at you, your cum dripping off of him. it was mixed in his hair and everything. 

“ohmygod im so so sososo sorry.” you immediately appoligized. 

“what? don’t be. you just got 20 times hotter. i love you.”

Originally posted by gotjhope

rap monster

the first time he made you squirt was when he was pounding into you for hours, he wouldn;t stop. you had already came twice but he was going for a third one. he was going to fast and getting in so deep. he was reaching every corner inside of you. your hair was a mess, your eyes were rolled to back of your head and your hands were scratching down namjoons back. finally, with an espcially deep thrust you came. your hands digging into him harder if that was even possible. when he pulled out of you, your core felt extremly wet and sticky. you and namjoon looked down, your eyes widening in realization of what had happened.

“let’s do that again baby girl.” he smirked.

Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

jimin

his three fingers would be going in and out of you at a fast speed. his tongue would be circling your clit in small and big circles. intense pleasure he was giving you was mind blowing. as soon as he started you were sure you would squirt. every now and then he would flaten his tongue and run it up and down your slit, not stopping his fingers at all. finally, you couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, your orgasm running through your entire body. 

“woah.” you heard jimin say, which caused you to look down at him. there he was with your cum dripping down from his nose, his lips and chin, there was even some on the bed. “did i really just make you squirt?”

Originally posted by louizlake

v

it would happen when taehyung was you using a vibrator on you. he had suggested it which you happily agreed too. he would move the vibrator in really small slow cirlces and really big fast circles. he would do figure 8′s, the alphabet, anything to get you closer to cumming. finally, when your orgasm hit you, your hands clenched the sheets and your thighs wrapped around tae’s head as he quickly pulled the vibrator away and put his tongue on your core. when your high faded away slowly you heard taehyung chuckle as he lapped gently at your juices that were on your thighs. when you looked downat him you were surprised to see him comepletly covered with your cum. 

“i can’t believe i just made you squirt jagi.”

Originally posted by goldensushii

jungkook

he would be fingering roughly. his fingers would be scissoring inside of you, making you clench your walls tightly around him. his fingers felt so good inside fo you. your moans were the only sound in the room, which caused jungkook to go faster and faster and faster. sudenly, your orgasm hit you, hard. you basically screamed. you felt jungkook take oout his finger slowly, making you look down at him. he had cum on his chin, his hands and a little bit on his arm. he had an expressionless face as he spoke.

“can i taste you now? i really want to taste you.” 

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

The Stag and The Bastard

IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast. 

[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.] 

warnings: none

words: 2.0k +


‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’

She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.  

“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.

“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.

“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.

“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”

“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”

(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”

“Who is it?”

“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.


“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.

“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”

“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”

“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.


The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.

“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”

(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”

“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.

(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.

“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food. 

(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.

“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.

“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”

It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.

“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.


“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.

“Your Highness,” he bowed.

“(Y/N).”

“I beg your pardon?”

She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”

“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”

She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”

Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”

She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”

(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”

Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”

“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.

“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”

“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.

(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.


There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’ 

“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”

She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”

Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”

(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.

“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.

Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”

(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.

“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.

“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.

“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.


…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’ 

As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.

Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.

He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly. 


“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”

“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”

He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.

Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”

This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.

 As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be. 

‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’ 

Bts reacting to you in a mini skirt!

Request: Bts reacting to you in a short skirt

Namjoon:

“So what do you think?” *You come out of your room to show him the result of your outfit after half an hour*

“Well I think…” *gets up and starts fiddling with his belt* “…that Namjoon Jr. now has to be strapped down.”

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Jin:

*You walk into the living room*

“Nope, we’re not doing this today.”

“I guess you could say… Not Today”

*wants to laugh but walks away before you can see to make a point*

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Hoseok:

“Do you like it?”

*stares at you admiringly*

“Hobi?…”

“I love it jagi. God, you’re so beautiful”

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Yoongi:

“Okay I’m ready to go!”

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

“Yep!”

“You know what, maybe we should just stay inside tonight… maybe light up some candles… put on a movie but definitely makeout instead.”

Originally posted by yoonseok

Taehyung:

“Alright come on taehy- what are you doing? You’re wrinkling your clothes.”

“I saw what you’re wearing and I’d rather stay home.”

“But the dinner plans?”

“But my tongue plans? >;)”

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

Jimin:

“Jiminie~ I bought a new skirt! What do you think?”

“I’ll be damned if I ever let you out with that!” *is shook asf*

Originally posted by kaiiyeye

Jungkook:

“Alright Kookie I’m heading out.”

*Quiet* 

“Kookie?…”

*Wants to stop you from going out but doesn’t know how to bring it up so he ends up looking like he’s lowkey trying to figure out how to do long division in his head even tho in actuality he’s just a confused speechless weirdo*

Originally posted by cuteguk

Bend Your Knees

When you’re too hype for boatsex to wait for smut fest … how episode 6 could’ve went down. (This is part 1/3)

Warning: Smut ( lots and lots of it but hey)

Preview: 

“My Queen, if I may …”

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they we kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

In his mind he was still riding for the wall. Uncle Benjen’s horse was endlessly galloping below him, his body shivering all the while. When he finally woke he was sure he was dead.

His eyes fluttered open and his vision slowly came to focus. The silver hair of the dragon queen shown bright in the sun peering in from the window. Her face was solemn; eyes glossy. 

He didn’t feel as if he was riding anymore. Suddenly the world was painfully still. Looking up at her from the furs he remembered. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

Dany shook her head. Somehow he felt the pain of it. He could see the vision floating behind her eyes, her child speared in mid flight only to crash and sink under the same icy water he crawled out of earlier. He took her hand in his on impulse.

“I wish I could take it back. I wish we’d never gone,” Jon said.

She shook her head again, blinking tears away. “I don’t … if we hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have seen. You have to see it to know.” 

She could see it so clearly still. The night king and his spear, the others closing in on all sides, Viseron falling … Jon falling. “Now I know,” she said.

She had sat there for hours waiting for him to wake, and now she had run out of words. He was staring up at her longingly. Just as Tyrion said he would. Only now, he didn’t look little as she said before. 

His body stretched out on the furs below her, his scars decorated his muscles. His dark eyes were deeper than she had ever seen. 

She had to pull herself out of them. Back to reality. 

“The dragons are my children. They’re the only children I’ll ever have. Do you understand?”

Jon bowed his eyes to where their hands met in the furs. Her skin was suddenly warmer against his. He nodded and looked back up to meet her violet eyes; resisting the urge to pull her closer. 

“We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We’ll do it together. You have my word.”

I want more of you than your word, Jon thought secretly. He gulped that thought back. “Thank you, Dany.”

“Dany…” she breathed. “Who was the last person who called me that? I’m not sure, was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.” 

“Alright, not Dany,” Jon said. “How about my Queen? I’d bend the knee but …”

“What of those who swore allegiance to you?” 

“They’ll come to see you for what you are.”

Dany’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow his word meant more than any others who had bowed before her. “I hope I deserve it.” 

“You do,” Jon said. 

Suddenly Dany became even more aware of his eyes bearing into hers. In truth she wanted to dive into them, memorize ever glint of dark color in them with their foreheads pressed together, her legs straddling his sides … 

She snapped of it. Her eyes shied away and she tried to slide her hand free from his but Jon ever so slightly pulled back. 

Their eyes met again and she understood. He was thinking the same way. But she knew she shouldn’t. 

Jon rustled beneath the furs. Suddenly Dany was seated at the edge of her chair. Jon sat up slowly until their faces were inches apart. 

Dany closed her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. Her chest rose with hers, ever so slightly brushing against his bare skin. She waited for his lips to meet hers, ever muscle in her body clenching in anticipation. 

“My Queen, if I may …” 

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they were kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. 

Their tongues danced like dragons in the sky. Her hands grazed his chest, fingertips gliding lightly over the scared tissue. Jon’s lips traveled to her neck sucking at the skin that was exposed there. Before she could stop herself she was gasping, her fingers entwining in his curls.

As Jon flicked his tongue across her silky skin he realized they were not nearly close enough for his liking. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her off the edge of her chair and easing her gently onto his lap. 

He kissed down to the base of her neck, feeling himself swell beneath her as she gasped, face tilting up to the ceiling. With the urge to kiss her more he reached up to unbuttoning her fierce black coat. He lifted it off her shoulders and down her arms until it lay at the foot of the bed.

She looked smaller without the coat, softer even. A black dress still covered her from the chest down, laced tightly at her back. Dany’s hands fell to his chest, her palms pushing flat against it as she guided his body back down against the furs. 

Her legs straddled his hips now and she could feel his hardness growing beneath the furs. She ground her hips back against his just enough so he could feel her heat pressing against him through the furs.

Her black silk dress still flowed around her legs and squeezed her chest. As she leaned forward she kissed him with ferocity. 

Jon pressed his lips hard against the heat of hers, all the while the subtle grind of her hips driving him close to insanity. The Queen knew what she was doing, but so did he. 

 His hands, which had settled around her thighs moved down to pry at her ass, gripping the skin and then releasing. He followed the rhythm of her hips. 

In response, Dany reached behind her, pulling at the lace of her dress, loosening them until the cloth fell away from her pale chest and pink peaks, taught with excitement. The silk sank only to her hips, covering wetness that was pooling where her legs met. 

Jon drank her in with his eyes and almost immediately began to kiss her nipples, his mouth toying with one and his thumb another. As he released the one in his mouth with a pop Dany let out a whimper, moaning and throwing her eyes to the wooden ceiling of the rocking boat. Her silver hair shook around her.

Jon looked up at her figure and couldn’t stand it anymore. He backed up on the bed, lifting her hips with his palms. He shimmied the black dress away from Dany’s hips and off her body until she was bare in front of him. 

“gods,” he whispered, the word slipping from his mouth. Dany was staring down at him, her silver hair cascading down her chest and back. 

She leaned down to kiss him again but Jon backed away with other intentions. Possibilities danced through his head. He lied back down on the furs, propping his head up on the pillow. 

Dany began to push the furs back to reveal his length, ready to ride the wolf. But Jon pushed her hands away. 

“I want to kiss you more.”

“Jon, I …” Daenerys’ heat was burning with an intensity. She needed more. 

Jon wrapped her hands around her thighs again and began to pull her closer. He guided her forward until Dany’s cunt hovered over the top of his chest. The Queen looked down at him, confused. Jon said nothing to help her understand, just lifted her up so her knees lay at either side of her head, until he was staring up at her dripping cunt.

“Bend your knees my Queen.” 

Dany had not been confused in bed for a long time, but he trusted the wolf. She obeyed, lowering her heat down until it sat right above his lips. She peered down at his dark eyes, checking to see if this is where he wants her. 

Jon kept her eye contact and blew a hot breath across her wet cunt. Dany shivered. He nipped at her inner thighs with his teeth, reminding her again of the wolf he was.

Lust swam in his eyes and heat trickled through his veins. He longed to kiss her there. He dipped his head and licked upward, lapping up her juices. 

Jon’s beard tickled her skin and Dany stifled a scream as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked. She leaned a hand on the wooden wall for support. No one had kissed her like this before. Not there. 

She lowered herself back down for more.

Jon’s tongue dipped inside her and Dany felt pressure building. He kissed her inside and out until she was moaning and biting her lip to stop from screaming out. 

“Jon …” she pleaded.

Jon felt her muscles clamp and held onto her thighs. He supported her above him, guiding her up and down his face so he could devour her like a wolf does his prey. He buried his face in her warmth, humming all the while. His tongue swirled inside her, his nose nudged her clit.

When she moaned his name again he knew she was close. He flicked her most sensitive spot with his tongue until he felt her legs begin to quake. 

Dany was just at the edge, her toes curling, pressing into Jon’s shoulders. She didn’t know whether to beg for more or clamp her thighs around his head until she came. But before she could decide he stopped. 

Dany raised herself up on her knees again, still leaning on the wall for support. Jon helped her climb back down the bed until her eyes hovered over his again.

She gripped his face and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling where her wetness had dampened his beard. 

She opened her mouth to ask where he had learned such a trick but only managed to huff out a breath, stuffing her face in his neck so she could kiss him there. 

Jon let out a small huff of a laugh and she could feel him smirking, proud of himself. 

It was her turn. 

Intent on hearing Jon moan, she pushed the furs back with her feet, feeling his stiffness bump against her ass. Dany took him in her hand and rubbed his tip through her folds before lowering herself onto his length. 

Jon let out a low growl, his teeth parting slightly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as Dany raised herself up again only to lower herself back down. She rode him with a steady pace until Jon was nearly panting.

 He watched her with wide eyes as she twisted a nipple between her fingers and pushed her long silver hair out of her eyes and behind her back. He bucked his hips to meet hers. 

His calloused hands glided over her soft skin from the curve of her breasts to the indent of her where her hips met her thighs. Jon concentrated on tracing careful circles there with his thumbs for fear he cum too soon under her control. 

Dany bucked her hips more, her ass slapping perfectly against his balls. And when she noticed how that made his eyes roll back and his throat tighten she reached a hand back to caress him there. 

“Daenerys … please.” Jon could feel himself climbing. 

Dany just smirked down at him and quikened her pace, pleased with her power. Just as she was about to let a finger slide down to where their bodies met, Jon’s grip on her hips tightened. 

She met his eyes and caught a glimpse of his need just before she felt her body being thrust around. Jon rolled them over so he was on top of her. His elbows, planted on either side of her head steadied him. He lowered himself down until he was just inches from her face, his mouth agape. 

They breathed in and out, their chests heaving against each others. Dany craned her neck up to kiss him, but Jon pulled away with a sly smile. His hot breath tickled her neck and then he crashed his lips against hers. He pushed into her again and Dany moaned at his length. 

Jon bucked his hips, grunts escaping him. His sweaty curls ticked Dany’s forehead. Then his arm hooked around Dany’s right leg, raising it up to where her knee almost banged against her own shoulder. 

Still inside her, he held her leg in position, Jon nipped at the skin of her calf with his teeth making her gasp. He pushed into her harder. 

Dany cried out this time, the angle finding her sweet spot. Her eyes scanned his scars before their eyes locked on each others and Jon continued pumping into her, his speed and force increasing. 

Jons’ name escaped her mouth moaned again and again. Jon felt her muscles clench and he brought his thumb to her clit, using his shoulder to keep her leg suspended.

Dany bit back cries of pleasure, sinking her teeth into her own knuckles. She squirmed below him, unable to control herself, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her back arched off the furs. She felt herself shake around him and snapped her eyes open again when he called her name. 

Dany watched as his mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tight. Jon felt her clench as he rubbed furious circles on her clit. She shook in his arms he felt his high coming too and quickened his pace, cumming inside her. 

They were still for a moment.

Then they breathed out sighs at the same time. Jon pushed into her slowly a few more times before pulling out completely.

 Dany opened her arms to him as he gently collapsed in pleasure on top of her. 

Jon lay his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat as it began to slow. Dany wrapped her fingered through his dark hair, pushing the sweaty strands from his face. As she caught her breath she looked down at his back, watching it rise and fall with his breath.

“Daenerys?” Jon whispered, still catching his breath. 

“Mmm” 

Jon nuzzled his cheek gently across her breast. 

“I would’ve bent the knee sooner, if I’d known.” Jon smiled up at her. He lay a gentle kiss on collar bone. 

“Me too.” Dany laughed. 

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PART 2!   PART 3!

Day6: dating YoungK would include

▪ him smiling every time his band members mention you (ugh, his smile) 

▪ very thoughtful and always thinks of new ideas for dates or birthday/valentine presents and whatnot

 ▪ him not being annoyed when you don’t refer to him as YoungK when you speak of the band (bc obvs he doesn’t expect anyone else calling him that if they’re just talking to him) 

▪ will actually turn into putty when you say his name

 ▪ will joke around and call you Mrs. Brian Kang, but you don’t know that he’s actually dead serious and is already daydreaming about calling you his wife 

 ▪ pulling you onto his lap whenever you’re frustrated 

 ▪ secretly loves giving you back messages and hearing approving groans coming from your mouth 

▪ sometimes getting lost in your eyes when he’s talking to you and you having to get him to snap out of it 

▪ just loves your eyes tbh he could stare at you forever 

 ▪ deals with the teasing like a man. Especially when Sungjin threatens to tell you about something that Brian did

 ▪ he’ll just be like “Yeah, well she’s my gf so ofc she’s gonna take my side” or “idc hyung, I have nothing to hide from her" 

▪ looooooooves cuddling with you

 ▪ sometimes does it in front of other members just to piss them off and get them to stop teasing (just imagine you’re Dowoon tbh) 

▪ ofc this doesn’t work, prepare for all of the mocking kissing noises and annoyed grunts 

 ▪ becomes very intimate when he’s alone with you 

▪ sometimes talking for hours about nothing specific and kissing each other every now and then

 ▪ makeouts with him are out of this world 

 ▪ if you remember your name by the end of it, I congratulate you

 ▪ his kisses are so slow and heated that you often forget who and where you are 

▪ tries his hand at cooking with you, but fails 11 times out of 10 

▪ it’s ok tho bc you’ll order takeout and have the most romantic, candlelit Chinese takeout dinner 

 ▪ overall just the most amazing, dorky, human being that you won’t ever get bored with

Originally posted by youngk

Love & War. {Feysand}

Originally posted by sensuous

Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer! 

Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.


Where are you?

I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years, and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him, shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every word.

The study.

My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his injuries, claimed he was still healing.

Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same reason.

Your missing out on Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also a little bit sad.

He deserves it, he replied, amusingly. I miss you.

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