other than that one spot near his neck



  • One with frank where the reader is really insecure and frank kisses the reader every where explaining why their so beautiful with a lot of fluff/smut? Thank you ouo
  • Frank smut but where he is sappy and loves you so much but is also a little Dom because he needs/loves you so much? Love the blog!
  • Can I request a Frank smut where he’s all romantic and makes a lot of dirty talk, please? <3

The car ride was silent. Not the comfortable, peaceful silence that would fall between Frank and I after a long day. It was the awkward, not knowing what to say, shuffling in your seat and clearing your throat to make some noise type of silence. I kept my eyes transfixed out the window, watching the rain drops roll down the glass and blur the scenery around us. I could see Frank turn towards me out of the corner of my eye, opening his mouth before quickly shutting it and returning his attention back to the road.

I didn’t blame him, I had no clue what to say either.

Our first session of marriage counseling wasn’t as big of a success as we hoped for. It hurts enough to admit to yourself that you and your husband need to sit down with a therapist to stay together, and now returning home with no tension cleared was a slap in the face. It was most likely my fault. I didn’t want to see a counselor, I didn’t want to add another person into our problems, and maybe my denial that we needed help made me even more uncooperative to the counselor’s questions.

The main topic was our lack of intimacy, a big red flag in the buzzing world of marriage. Most people assume if your partner doesn’t want to sleep with you, there most be a problem. But there wasn’t a problem for me, or nothing that an hour session with a stranger and a tape recorder could cure. I kept my arms folded and muttered the same phrase I’ve told Frank countless times recently every time the lady asked me why we haven’t been sexually active.

“I was tired.”

We entered the house quietly, shrugging off our damp coats and hanging them near the door. I went to the kitchen, searching through the fridge for something quick to heat up for dinner. A pair of arms circled around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Frank?” I murmured in surprise, feeling his head rest on my shoulder. He didn’t respond, nuzzling his head towards my neck. I sighed quietly, running my fingers through his short tuffs of hair.This was the closest thing to intimate we’ve been in weeks.  

“Please talk to me,” he said suddenly, voice soft yet firm. I swallowed dryly, feeling unwanted emotions burn my throat and pool in my eyes. I didn’t want to talk about it, I just wanted to pretend none of this was happening and we were still as giddy and in love like we were when we first met. I eased out of his touch, grabbing left overs from last night and heading towards the microwave. “Y/N,” Frank huffed, leaning against the counter with his head low. “I don’t know what else to do, I don’t know how to help if you won’t talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I muttered. “We’re fine.”

“No, we’re not,” he said firmly. He rubbed his temples in frustration, screwing his eyes shut. “What happened to us?“

“Can we talk about this in the morn-”

“No, don’t start with that again. We’re talking about this right now Y/N.”

I groaned and turned around to face him. “Fine Frank, what’s the problem.”

“I should be asking you that. You’ve been shutting me out for weeks now and I have no fucking clue why. Did I do something? Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“No, God no.” I let out a shaky breath, running my fingers through my hair. “Frank, this is stupid. I love you.”

“Really? ‘Cause it feels like you hate me,” he scorned, narrowing his eyes accusingly.

“I don’t hate you, you dumb ass. I hate myself.”

My hand clasped over my mouth as Frank’s dropped, looking at me incredulously. “What?”

My head shot down, avoiding his sympathetic gaze. “I love you Frank, I love you so much, but I can barely look at myself in the mirror, let alone get naked in front of you. If I can’t myself attractive, how the hell are you going to?”

“Is that what’s wrong? You think I’m not attracted to you?” He walked towards me, lacing our fingers together. “Hey, look at me. I love you Y/N, you’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and you always will be. Don’t you ever think otherwise, okay?”

I smiled brightly, leaning forward to brush our lips together. I felt his lips curl up in his signature goofy smile as he kissed back eagerly. His hands rested on my hips, running up and down my sides. He broke the kiss, resting our foreheads together. “Wanna take this party upstairs?”

“One kiss and you’re already trying to get back in my pants,” I giggled, giving his shoulder a light shove. 

“I’m serious though,” he chuckled, tightening his grip on my waist. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

I simply nodded, letting him carry me with both arms and lead me to the bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, attaching our lips together as his fingers tease the hem of my shirt. As soon as the shirt is over my head and flung towards the corner of my room, his nimble fingers work on the hooks of my bra.

He tosses the bra aside, he pulls away, gazing at me with such intensity and incomprehensible feelings in his eyes that I shy away from him, bringing my hands up to cover yourself.

“No,” he growls, catching my wrists in his hands. Keeping my arms at my sides, his gaze feeds hungrily on my body, so openly gawking that my face flushes a deep red. He releases my arms, hands coming up to gently cradle my face. “Let me show you,” he whispers. “Let me prove to you that you’re more than beautiful, you’re more than pretty. Let me show you what you do to me. Let me make you feel how you’ve made me feel everyday since we fell in love.” Frank murmurs, tracing the outline of my lip with the pad of his thumb. 

I gaze wondrously into his eyes, pondering why he would even want to touch me, let alone crave it, but his tone is pleading, and his eyes are big and round. Shocked, I slowly nod my head, and Frank lets loose the biggest smile I’ve seen him wear in weeks. Almost immediately, his shirt is on the ground, swiftly joined by his pants, and then i’m in his arms, being smothered with kisses.

Frank leans against the headboard, placing me in his lap. I gasp as I sit down, coming into contact with the bulge in his boxers, one already hardened to a most admirable size. His lips find my neck, planting few warm kisses before trailing further and further down. I involuntarily moan when his lips abruptly meet my nipple, gasping again as his tongue lashes out and around, out and around. When he feels he’s done his job and done it well, he moves to my other breast, repeating the process. As he occupies himself, I find myself gently grinding down on him, panties now soaking. His hand travels down my stomach, coming to a rest with his fingers just barely above the waistband. I grind into him harder and he moans into my neck, hand taking the plunge into my underpants.

His fingers skim over my clit, warm and inviting. I push myself down on his hand, and he begins to rub my clit, gently at first and gradually increasing in pressure and speed until he is furiously working away, breathing hard into my neck. I grind myself down on his hand, wanting more, needing more, and he inserts a finger. I gasp his name into his shoulder, and he adds another finger, and other finger. He quickly picks up speed, fingers curling, reaching that one spot he knows better than anyone else.

“Frankie,” I cry, riding his fingers. I pull myself up and down, nearing my high. I bring your teeth down on his shoulder, just barely grazing, but enough for him to know what’s coming next.

He pulls his fingers out immediately, earning him a whimper, and flips me over so he’s on top. He leaves a trail of kisses down to my stomach, then decides to take his time. “So gorgeous,” he mumbles against my skin. My fingers curl into his short black hair, tightening when ever his lips leave a wet kiss along my chest. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your stomach?” He rasps, tracing patterns under my navel with his tongue. “So soft.” I blush deeply as he peppers me with kisses. My breathing is labored as he slips a finger under my panties, teasing and then finally pleasing. I hear my underwear hit the floor, the noise accompanied by fierce, burning pleasure. His tongue, warm and rough, working the magic he promised me. My back arches and one hand laces through his short hair, keeping him as close as possible, while the other tangles in the bed sheets. One of his large, calloused hands massages my thigh, the other rests on my stomach, fingers splayed. My breath comes in short, quick pants, caused by the man whose head is buried between my legs.

“Babe,” I breathe out, a familiar tickle building in your stomach. “I’m going to….I’m about to….ooh” I feel myself tighten around him, jaw dropping open as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, leaving me empty when it’s done.

A smirking Frank pulls back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and crawls over me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see that face from that angle,” he declares, nibbling on my earlobe.

He lowers himself down onto me, rutting his hard on against my inner thigh.

“Frank,” I whimper as he rubs himself against my entrance, teasing.

“Yes, love?” He answers, his voice think with lust and amusement.

“I..I need you,” I gulp, “now.”

He grins from ear to ear, pulling my body close to his and thrusting in smoothly. I cry out, gripping onto his shoulder blades for support. Frank kisses the side of my neck, thrusting slowly and deeply. He holds onto a slow pace, accompanying each thrust with a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Faster,” I breathe, struggling to get the word out.

Unaccustomed to my demands, brings his head up in shock. “What?”

“Frankie, go faster,” I repeat. “Please.”

For the millionth time that night, he grins, burying his head in my shoulder and granting my wish. He slams in and out quickly, groaning and grunting as his orgasm approaches. His hand snakes between our bodies, and he rubs circles on my clit, kicking up my pleasure. Sucking fiercely on my neck, he throws my leg over his shoulder, pushing into me deeper than before. My vision begins to blur and my mouth starts to form an O, digging my nails deeper into his shoulders. My head falls back when my orgasm comes, screaming his name over and over again. Not soon after, he stiffens himself, gasping my name into the side of my neck. We both collapse, completely spent and utterly satisfied. His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest.

“Now, what did we learn today?” He teases.

“Talk about our feelings instead of hiding them,” I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. He giggles loudly, pecking my lips.

“I guess I can cancel our next session now.”

You’re The Only One I’ve Got Left -Bran Stark Imagine

Here you go, sorry it’ve been so long

The boy laid on his back, with eyes closed, and I giant blanket covering his slim body.
I looked over him, making sure that nobody would be able to harm him.
You could see how his eyes moved around underneath his eyelids, it almost looked like if he was awake and ran around the woods, which he also kinda were, due to his and Summer’s weird connection. He’d tried to explain it to me once, but had only managed to confuse me even further.
Apparently, he was able to go into Summer’s (his direwolf) mind and see and feel and smell anything and everything the wolf senses.
So even through Bran was paralyzed from the waist and down, his wolf allowed him to run around every once in a while.
Bran opened his eyes and looked directly into the roof of the cave, and a few seconds later, Summer joined us, and sat down beside Bran.
“What did you see?” I asked him, looking at his pale face.
“The woods, the lake, and Summer’s pray. Did anything interesting happen in the real world?” He asked, and started laughing as Summer licked his chin.
“Nothing interesting.” I told him with a faint smile.
He gave me one of those rare, warm smiles and then clapped the ground beside him softly.
“You look tired, come and lie down with me.” He said, and wrapped his arms around me, as soon as I’d sat down, even through he was lying on the ground.
I wrapped my arms around him, and as the hours flew by, I ended up lying on the floor beside him.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/n.. You’re the only one I’ve got left.” He said under his breath, before he snuggled closer to me, leaving me frozen.
For some reason his words hit me harder than they would have, if somebody else had spoken them, because in that moment I realized that he was right.
His parents are dead, and the same probably goes for his brothers and Arya. Maybe if they’d been lucky, Jon Snow and Sansa would still be alive, but for some reason I highly doubt it. Last thing I’ve heard, Sansa was at the Lannisters so she’s probably dead by now, or maybe even sold to a whorehouse.. Rest her soul, may The Seven give her peace.
And when it comes to Jon.. Well.. The only thing I’ve heard about Bran’s bastard brother, is that he’s serving at the wall, so he could just as well have been dead.
I really am the only thing he has.. Apart from Summer.
“I’ll always be here.” I heard myself say. “I’ll protect you.. Always. I swear on both the old gods and the new, I’ll not leave your side until the day you die or asks me to leave.” I was shock by my own words, but I knew that I meant every single one of them. He looked me in the eyes, giving me a small smile, before he gently pulled my face down to his, and let our lips touch.
It started out as a innocent kiss, not worse than it could have been shared between a sister and brother, but it soon changed, and before even noticing it, I was hovering over him, exploring his mouth with my own, as our hands explored each others bodies.
We broke apart, and I looked down at his sweet face, and couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you. If we’d been anywhere near a sept, I’d married you on the spot.” He said, and brushed his fingers lightly along my cheekbone and down my neck.
“Who said I’d be ok with that?” I asked jokingly.
“No one, but I can see it in your eyes.. Your beautiful, deep, wonderful eyes.” He said, smiling wider than ever, making his face light up the cold, dark cave.
I smiled down at him, before pressing my lips against his, and continuing from where we’d stopped.

-More GoT imagines-

Morning \\\ Ashton Irwin Imagine.

Description: The morning comes and Ashton has to leave, despite of what both of you want.

Word count: 1857.

“Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you,
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you,
Find a way to bring myself back home to you”.


The sheets are tossed down to the side and your bare back is exposed to the pale morning sunlight. He gently grazes his long fingers over you, an intimate caress you wish he could just keep on doing forever. The bed is a mess and your bodies are still entangled, slowly warming off after the lazy morning sex you just shared. You are not moving, but your mind is agitated and your heart is crazy fast, despite the relaxing moment you should be enjoying with your boyfriend. He’ll be leaving any minute now and you hate it, you hate every time he has to get up and leave you behind.

You kiss his shoulder and the words fall out of your lips with a pout.

“Do you really need to leave today?”, you ask, the voice coming out low and needy. He also haven’t moved yet, far too distracted by the taste of your neck to mind the fact that he’ll be late to meet the boys if he doesn’t get up in a few minutes.

“I wish I could stay, princess. You know I do. But I need to go”.

“Just stay for a while longer. A couple of hours. We can have breakfast. I’ll make pancakes”.

Ashton laughs, the sound muffled by your warm skin.

“You can’t cook”.

“I could try if you’d stay”.

“I can’t”.

He answers and smoothly disentangle himself from you, getting up and unceremoniously picking up his scattered clothes from the floor. You sit over your own knees on the bed, observing him getting dressed back up with your best sad eyes.

“I want more of you”.

“We can’t always have what we want, princess”.

“You’ve been saying that way too much lately”.

You cross your arms over your bare chest, acting like a kid but looking anything but one. Ashton’s breathe hitches when he looks back at you, the new volume that your stubborn pose gave your breasts clearly inviting him back to your arms. He shake his head, the crazy caramel waves making a spectacle in slow motion just for you and you groan stubbornly, recognizing you’re just going to lose him again.

“You’ve been doing this scene way too much as well, Y/N. You know I can’t stay”.

“I just wished you’d pretend, at least, that you want to stay. That if you could, you’d love me forever and all those silly shit. That kills you just as much as it kills me that I don’t get to have you in the Sunday afternoons”.

He smiles sweetly and walk towards the bed, and the only thing you can think about when he leans in, is that the cloudy sky made his eyes look somewhat greenish this morning. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful, and you can only see love shining in those beautiful orbs. It is breathtaking. Out of habit, you are pouting anyway when he tilts your face up. His careful fingers hold you gently by the chin, bringing your face so close to his that his lips brushes yours when he speaks.

“Up, princess”, he demands, and you awkwardly stand on your knees on the mattress. He’s still half curved, but you’re closer to his face now, and he looks so painfully handsome your heart jolts a little. The faint light from the cloudy morning makes him look immaculate, and the only thing out of place is the disheveled hair that your hands got to make that way. He’s flawless and he’s yours, and it’s too upsetting you can’t spend more time with him.

It’s some kind of torture, you’re aware, because even though his fingers are drawing circles on your waist and his right hand is molding your still naked body to his half-dressed one, he’s still leaving and you’re going to miss him more now that he’s reminding you how perfect he can be.

“I will love you forever and all that silly shit”, he quotes, and you smile. “But it can’t be right now. Just not yet. We have to take it slow for now because we both have things we can’t and don’t want to drop, as much as we want to be together right now. C’mon, princess, you know exactly how this works, you and I set up this plan together”.

“I don’t like the plan, Ash. The plan takes you away from me for longer than I can actually go with, and leaves me with all our future relationship problems by myself. I mean, my dad is so mad at me since I told him I’m moving in with you next year he doesn’t even look at me anymore. I don’t think he’s keen on the whole ‘moving out to a tour bus after I graduate’ scenario.  And I just can’t handle my parents hating us without you to back me up”.

“I know, and I’m sorry”, he says, and his voice is filled with guilty. His forehead is resting on yours, and the dance of his breath against yours helps calming you down. He’s still here, after all, even if only for another couple of minutes. “It’s just that the band takes all of my time; University takes a lot out of yours. I am never in the same place for longer than a few days and you have workdays you can’t miss. Even when I’m based in LA there are at least five cities of distance between us still. I cannot stay and you cannot leave, not yet, but we’ll work this out and clear it with your parents when the time comes. We always find a way, right?”

“I’m just so tired of waiting. Of having to sneak you in and out of hotel rooms, of my own apartment, of me. I always feel like I have to steal a little bit of your time and I shouldn’t feel like that. I’m your girlfriend, for fuck’s sake, I should be entitled to a little of you, at least”.

Your hands were resting on his chest to firm you on the mattress, and your nails dig into his skin while you speak. You didn’t even notice you were hurting him until he flinches by the end of your speech, and you take it off murmuring a “I’m so sorry” at the exact same time he does it. He kisses you deeply, painfully, and he keeps whispering “I know” and “I’m so sorry” all the while. You know it isn’t his fault either. It’s just the life that you two led that doesn’t clash very well. Not yet, anyway. Your eyes water.

 “Do you want to give up?”

The weight of his words shake your heart so much you are afraid it’ll break. Your only reaction is to freeze completely, hurt even by the idea of not having him anymore. You push him down aggressively and kiss him hard, heatedly and desperately. He holds you with carefulness, his right hand getting lost in your hair and his left one pulling you even closer to his chest. You don’t want to stop ever.

The affliction his words brought seemingly drags itself out while your bodies brush against each other. Your nails paint a masterpiece on his back, but Ashton can’t utter a word because he likes to know you are leaving your mark on him. Somehow, it feels like heaven to have the reassurance that you belong to each other, even when not together for a while.

 “Don’t you dare even think about it again”, you say harshly in between kisses, and Ashton smiles, clearly relieved. He had no idea on what to do if you said yes to that stupid, scary question.

He’s crushing you into him now and your hands are tentatively playing with the waist of his skinny jeans. He grunts, the intensity of the moment waking him out of him laziness completely. He wants more of you, he wants everything, but he can’t take it, not now. If he could, he’d lay you back in bed and taste every little inch of skin he could kiss, making you squirm and scream and run your pretty fingers through his hair, but he doesn’t have the time. It’s getting late and he’ll be driving for at least couple of hours before meeting the boys for the breakfast session on the radio where they’ll be doing today’s interview. He’s probably already late.

“You need to let go of me, babe. I’m going to be late and you know they don’t function right without me”.

“It’s about time they learn how to wake themselves up by now. They’re all big boys already”.

He giggles, rolling his eyes, and you sigh, letting him make the moment light again. You give him one last squeeze hug before letting go, falling back sit on the bed and pushing his last night t-shirt from under the bed where it pokes out. He motions to get it, but you just dress it and lay back down. He raises an eyebrow.

“Put on a clean one, Ash. You’re a public figure, for God’s sake”.

“You’re so bossy”, he complains, but moves to the closet to get one of his clean shirts from your stuff.

“When will you come back now?”

“Not sure. We have like five concerts by the end of this week only, so we’ll probably have to do tons of rehearsing. But then, next sunday we’re heading to Australia to the Jingle Bell’s so…”

You moan, unhappy, and he bites his own lip, just so he doesn’t go back to bed and end up biting you instead.

“So no Ashton for another two entire weeks?”

“I’ll try to come by in the middle of next week, I promise. Thursday is as good day as any other to be tired. I can come and spend the Wednesday night, how does that sound?”

“Better than nothing, I guess”, you mumble and he’s satisfied he can make you at least a little happy still. He comes back to the bed then, laying over you with his legs open so he can be with one on each side of you as he holds himself up with his hands. He kisses you deeply, letting you play with his hair for as long as you want as he moves to your neck and down, sucking his favorite spot near your collarbones in a way you are sure will leave a mark.

“Fuck. I really need to go now”.

He breathily says on your ear before getting up and stepping into his black converses absently. When he’s ready to set, he eyes you back lovingly, still sprawled over the messy bed, wearing nothing but his shirt and a sad smile.

“So, I see you around?”

“Not if I see you first”, you cheekily respond and he huffs, wondering how the hell did he get so lucky with you. And with one last smile and a kiss he blows in the air, Ashton turns around and leaves, quietly closing the door of the apartment on his way out.

You wait a whole minute after he leaves to let out your best frustration sigh. He just left and you’re already missing him terribly.