#i want to do another snow photoshoot but we have maybe an inch in a few places and none anywhere else so it's all gross

[eightw]

i can't remember if i posted this here or not, but it's a photoshoot i did with silna last year when we actually had snow

[hispipsqueak]

Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW  WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy. 

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him. 

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement. 

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed. 

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on. 

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before. 

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure.  After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat. 

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush. 

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit. 

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent. 

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you. 

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles. 

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…”  He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

[stilesssolo]

Kisses 3 for the prompts 💋

3. Kiss on the nose

We got about fifteen inches of snow today so this felt appropriate :) I hope you enjoy! 

Ned Stark had been right, when he’d told Dany the cold in September was nothing compared to true winter in the North. 

She’d wondered how it could possibly get colder, but she sees now that the weather during the photoshoot was practically balmy compared to this. 

Her boyfriend, of course, has the nerve to look unperturbed. 

He glances over at her again, a smile creeping at his lips when he sees how badly she’s shivering. “You alright?” he teases, though he clearly knows the answer. 

“Why does anyone live here?” she demands, and he laughs, deep and wholeheartedly. The sound warms her up, but just a bit. 

“Seriously, Jon,” she says, teeth chattering, but there’s a smile on her face, because he’s looking at her in a way that is so soft and endearing, she can’t help it, and her heart is fluttering in that way only he can make it do. “I’m wearing three pairs of socks. Two pairs of pants. And I am still cold.” 

“You were the one who wanted to come with me on this trip, you know,” he says, arching an eyebrow at her. He’s not even wearing a hat, the bastard. 

“I wanted to see it snow again,” she says. “I didn’t want to lose my toes to exposure.” 

In front of them, Ghost hops through the snow— which there is easily a foot of, if not more— like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Dany simply doesn’t understand. Sure, the rolling snow-covered fields of Winterfell visible from the Starks’ expansive property are breathtakingly beautiful, but she might have to take them in from inside in the heat for the rest of the long weekend. 

Of course, that also means the possibility of running into Catelyn, so maybe the outside is better. 

“I guess we can’t ever go see the Frostfangs then,” Jon says, shrugging. Dany pouts, and he laughs again, pulling her into his arms. She can’t actually feel his body heat through all their layers, but his solid figure blocks her from the chilly wind, and that helps tremendously. 

“But—” she says, because she wants to see those too, someday. She wants to see everything with Jon, she’s found. Exploring the world with him is all she wants to do for the rest of time. 

“I’ll get a thicker coat,” she says. “And another pair of socks.” She shrugs. “And then you’ll just have to listen to me complain the whole time.” 

He laughs, hugging her tighter. “That seems fair.” 

Ghost barks with delight, nosediving into the snow and then rolling around, legs flailing as he attempts to make snow angels, it seems. His white fur is full of fresh powder, but he seems beyond delighted. 

“How does this not bother him?” Dany demands. “Isn’t he freezing?” 

“No,” Jon says with a shrug. “He loves the snow. Always has. It’s the husky and malamute in him. And his fur keeps him warm.” 

“You should design a coat with Tyrell that’s as warm as his fur, then,” Dany says. “I’ll call up Margaery once we go back inside and my fingers regain feeling.” 

“Oh, seven hells, don’t get her started,” he says, blanching. “We just finished everythin’ for the winter line. At least give me a little time before she pounces on me again.” 

Dany laughs, snuggling into his chest. Mm, she decides, the cold definitely isn’t as bad when he holds her. 

“So,” Jon says, gloved hands smoothing over her arms. “You regretting your decision to take the long weekend off and follow me up here?” She can tell he’s joking, mostly, but there’s still that hint of uncertainty in his voice. She turns in his arms so she’s facing him, fixing him with a look. 

Dany gets it, though. It’s difficult unlearning so many years of isolating herself, protecting her heart with iron walls. But with Jon— well, it’s becoming easier and easier, every single day. 

“Never,” she tells him. “Even if I’m freezing my bloody arse off.” 

He smiles at her, eyes crinkling, ducking down to kiss her freezing nose. She laughs, sure that he can’t see the blush on her cheeks because her face is already ruddy and red from the icy wind. 

“I couldn’t even feel that,” she tells him, and he grins at her before bowing his head towards her again, foreheads resting together. 

“How about this?” he murmurs, before kissing her for real, lips warm against her own freezing ones. 

Dany grins into his mouth, arms winding around him. “Mm,” she hums, her icy nose nudging his before she kisses him again. “Much better.”

[angst-fairygodmother]

Break My Heart Right: Kiss Me Jack Frost (Luba x Reader)

A/N: The gif isn’t super important, but visually it is? Or maybe I just like it. Prompts: Blizzard/Snowed in, “Your hands are like ice!” Word Count: 1692 Content Warnings: Spoilers for Mute, alcohol consumption, implied smut Taglist: @sean-falco​ (let me know if you want to be added) Cross-posted to AO3

The wind howled on the other side of the glass store-front as you and your studio partner, Alexi, rushed to finish everything you needed to do, anticipating a shut down at least several days long. Storms like the one brewing outside weren’t frequent in the city, but when they struck, there was no denying Mother Nature’s will, and the weather predicted that this one was going to be particularly powerful. You fully believed that, glancing at the thick white haze. It was already fierce and picking up further, and at this rate you were just hoping to make it home. Alexi was lovely and a dear friend, but you didn’t fancy spending several days locked up with them at work, especially when the other option was shacking up with Luba for a while with absolutely zero interruptions.

The thought had just barely crossed your mind when there was a loud click, a fading hum, and the studio plunged into darkness. 

“Shit,” you heard Alexi shout. 

“Are you alright?” you called back, unsure where exactly they were and concerned that the sudden blackout had resulted in them hurting themselves with some sort of equipment.

“Yeah, fine. Just...not a fan of the dark to be honest.” 

You couldn’t really blame them. After all, until this moment you couldn’t remember the last time you had known true darkness. There was always at least a distant, muffled glow of streetlights and neon, cars and advertisements and screens everywhere. You weren’t exactly thrilled with it either.

“Do we have a generator or any battery lights in the back?” you asked, cautiously hopeful. Alexi was big on photoshoots of new pieces, and not everything could be captured with the overheads. 

“We might have a few blacklights? But I can’t even see to find them.” 

~

By the time you scrounged up the lamps, the temperature inside the studio was already starting to drop, your fingers feeling numb as you shrugged on your jacket while you kept working.

“Alright, I’m headed out, Y/N. You should too, before all the taxies stop,” Alexi said finally, wrapping their scarf around their neck as they talked. 

“I will, I will,” you said, brushing off their concern. “I just want to make sure this is braced so the mold doesn’t seize while we’re gone and then I’m out.”

They gave you a disbelieving look, knowing you had a tendency to be forever coming up with ‘one more thing’ to do. 

“I promise. I don’t want to get stuck here.”

“Especially not with that gorgeous partner of yours waiting at home for you,” they wiggled your eyebrows at you and you blushed hotly. “I still don’t know how you managed to get that to yourself but I’m insanely jealous.”

You rolled your eyes, waving at them to get going. 

~

As promised, you were only a few minutes behind Alexi, leaving the last dying blacklight by the door in case you needed to go back for something. You were daydreaming as you trudged down the street about what might be waiting at home: warmth and cuddles, and if you were very lucky, several days to just enjoy spending time with...

“Luba?!” you called, spotting the object of your mundane little fantasy through the swirling snow, hunched in his thick coat, pale hair stained blue by the one remaining sign lit on the street (you felt a little jealous of whoever owned the shop for being able to afford to waste a generator on powering it). “What are you doing out here?”

You rushed over to him as best you could through the nearly knee-deep snow. He shivered violently beneath your touch as you wrapped your arms around him, and you fearfully suspected that the blue tinge of his lips wasn’t makeup. 

“I came to find you,” he said sheepishly through chattering teeth. “When you didn’t come home or pick up when I tried to call...I got worried.”

Your heart twisted painfully as you read between the lines, the words written in his sad, mossy eyes, currently framed by lashes coated in so much snow that they matched his signature work look without artificial assistance: ‘I was scared. That you left. That you were gone forever. Like Naadirah. Don’t leave me. Please.’ 

Unsure what else to do, you squeezed tighter, hugging him closer. 

“Can we go home now?” his voice was soft, pleading, before taking on a clearly faked lilt. “This weather is a nightmare on my skin.”

“Actually…” you looked around at the barren streets. “I don’t think we can. Unless you want to walk the whole way…”

His shoulders slumped. “I won’t make it, I’ll freeze to death.”

“Luckily, my studio is right back down the street. It’s got no heat for now, but at least we’ll be out of the snow. Actually, you know that, so I’m not sure why you didn’t just come inside to begin with.”

He shrugged, mumbling something that was lost in the wind. You decided not to push it, more interested in getting inside than arguing over details. 

~

Stomping snow off your boots, you flicked the little lamp back on, it’s purple bulb flickering and popping in protest. Despite the instinct to stay in as many layers as possible, you knew the melting snow would only make you colder, so you reluctantly peeled off your coat and made Luba do the same. 

“There must be something around here we can use to keep warm,” you muttered, rubbing at your shoulders and watching as your breath misted unpleasantly in the air.

“We’re going to die here,” Luba’s tone was matter-of-fact, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.  

“The battery on that light isn’t going to last long, so can you please help me look around before you accept popsicle-y fate?”

“Slave driver,” he muttered, glaring slightly, though the effect was defeated by his chattering teeth. 

Still, he moved to the opposite side of the studio and began looking around. Eventually, but not before you were both shivering and close to giving up hope, you found a stack of drop cloths. The stiff, paint-caked canvases wouldn’t be the most ideal substitute for blankets but they’d do a little something, or at least you prayed they would. 

“I think we can use these,” you said, “and if we huddle together, it might be enough. We’ll be okay.” You grimaced, your voice sounding decidedly unconvincing. 

“Mightn’t these work better?” he asked, pulling out some worn and ragged towels from one of the cupboards. 

“I don’t know about better, but we could just pile it on. It’s so cold I’ll take everything we can get.”

Luba continued to look around as you started building a nest for the pair of you dragging over the rough mats on the floor to insulate you from the concrete and arranging the makeshift blankets to be easily pulled up. 

“Well well, what do we have here?” he said, pulling something out of one of Alexi’s drawers. “This will certainly keep us warmer.”

You looked up, raising an eyebrow as he shook the bottle at you. 

“I feel bad taking Alexi’s whiskey…” you said, biting your lip.

“I think they’ll understand an emergency situation.”

You sighed, relenting to his logic, and more importantly his big, puppy dog eyes. “Fine, bring it over here. But we should really bundle up now-ish before one of us starts really feeling the effects of the cold.”

If you were being honest, you were already feeling a dangerous and sudden kind of sleepy, and you noticed that he was shivering less than he was initially, even though the temperature had, if anything, dropped.

“You don’t have to make up excuses for a cuddle you know, Y/N,” he teased, sauntering over and draping himself dramatically around you.

You tugged him down to the floor, wrapping the layers of cloth around you. It was heavy and awkward but you already felt a little bit warmer. He took a swig of alcohol and then held it up to your lips to sip while you arranged the covers better. Setting the bottle behind you where it was in easy reach, he shifted you onto his lap, long elegant fingers holding onto your waist.

“Jesus Luba,” you shrieked, jumping as you felt his skin on yours when he slipped them under your shirt. “Your hands are like ice!”

“Hm, I wonder why.” He rolled his eyes at you, frowning when you didn’t laugh along. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure I’ll warm up in no time.”

The implication in his tone was obvious, but in case you somehow missed it, his lips began to wander along your neck, leaving hot, teasing kisses across your skin at the same time his chilled fingers continued to travel upward beneath your clothes.

“No. Absolutely not,” you protested, trying to squirm away from him without losing the protective warmth of the piles of fabric. 

He pouted at you. “Please, darling? You know how much I need you…”

You knew that he knew exactly what buttons to press to get you to surrender to him, and you were close to doing just that. You scowled half-heartedly, trying to remain strong.

“No. I love you, but it’s too cold. I’m not taking my sweater off no matter how much you look at me like that.” 

“That particular article of clothing isn’t in the way, darling.” 

He winked and you felt your resolve shatter. Lightly, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you wanted, he drew you back in, kissing you tenderly, tongue slowly exploring every inch of your mouth as you melted, putty in his hands. You slid your hands up over his shoulders and neck to tangle your fingers in his gentle curls, pulling him closer.

“So is that a yes?” he teased, eyebrows raised and warm breath ghosting over your face. “Or do I still need to convince you?”

You laughed, nodding and pulling him down into another kiss. The weather might be terrible and the situation a mess, but the company was good, and it was shaping up to be a pretty splendid night after all. 

[shazyloren]

The Dragon Club: Chapter 23 - Discuss and Dissect

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/27774168

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She tasted divine, the faint smell of coconuts once again filled his nose as his mouth pressed against her. He held her face gently as her lips fit perfectly to his, as is they were meant to be kissing. They were both soaked through, but they did not care. His mouth was on hers and nothing else mattered. The kissed deepened, his tongue begging to enter her mouth. She parted her lips and so their tongues collided. They couldn't breathe but they didn't need too, their tongues in each other's mouth, their scents in each others nose was enough. Jon didn't want the kiss to end, he wanted to feel her plump lips on his own forever. But it was raining, and while she was into the kiss, she was shivering to the bone.

Their tongues stopped as they pulled from the kiss. He planted another small on on her lips afterwards. She smiled brightly, and he smiled back. It was peaceful, everything they wanted. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to express. "I'm sorry"

"Me too" She whispered as their foreheads were pressed against each others.

"Come inside, you'll catch a cold" He laughed, even though his hands wouldn't leave her face. She nodded and holding her, he guided her in his door. She was shaking, water dripping off of her as she shaked in her clothes. He grabbed a blanket from near the front door and wrapped it around her, not worried of his own wet body. Ghost barked when he saw her causing Daenerys to jump, but he laid his head back down when he saw Jon behind her. "Ghost, I need you to sit on the other chair"

Ghost just grumbled. He had no intention of moving. Daenerys found it sweet. "It's okay, I'll just sit here" Jon got to putting the fire on, throwing a few logs onto the fire and setting it alight so daenerys could warm through. Daenerys stared at the white husky, his fur covering his face. "You're a sweet thing"

"Thank you" Jon grinned. Daenerys rolled her eyes. The fire roared to life. "There, you should warm up. I'll go get you a spare change of clothes. My sister still has some things here"

Jon left her to warm herself by the fire. Holy fuck, he thought crudely, he'd kissed her, and she'd kissed him back. And it was everything he'd ever imagined it to be, sensual and peaceful and warm. He entered the spare bedroom and thought about what this meant for them, he did not know. But there was no doubt in their mind. They had fallen for each other and it was magical. Jon knew he was a crazy man now, he'd been a lovesick fool but it was time he did something about this.

Grabbing a spare pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that was going to be big for Daenerys, he made his way back to the living room where she was looking at her phone. "Damn phone has got a lot of water damage, wasn't expecting the sudden downpour"

"You can use mine if you need to contact anyone" It was turning dark outside, it was nearly dinner time. She nodded.

"Thank you" He gave her the clothes and she got changed in front of him (he covered his eyes obviously, wanting to give her some privacy. When she'd changed he got the fire guard out and put her soaking clothes on there to dry over the evening.

"So, we need to have a bit of a chat" She again nodded in agreeance as she tried to inch closer to the fire, her bones obviously cold. "But first, lets order takeaway. Chinese?"

"Ooh, yes please" She said sparking up. Jon found the menu in a draw in the hallway, and dialled away. He ordered a bit of everything, prawn toast, sweet and sour pork, chicken chow mein, beef and black bean sauce and egg fried rice along with some chinese style chips. As he entered the living room, Daenerys had a small smile on her face. "I can still taste you on my mouth" Jon's eyes had gone wide. "Musky"

"Coconuts" He said in reference to herself. She nodded.

"My shampoo" She laughed. "So... that was something"

"Aye, it was" He found himself looking at the ground again. "I need to apologise for jumping the gun; you shouldn't have had to come here. I should've gone to you, not moped around doing nothing. I should've apologised for the sudden change in my behaviour"

"And yet you didn't, instead I came here and proved to you how I felt. Am I happy about that? When I look back, no I am not. I should not have to be the one to apologise when you're the one who jumped to conclusions" Daenerys was being honest. It was the slap in the face Jon needed. "But I also know you didn't mean any upset by it, I understand your low self esteem and even if I did cry myself to sleep because of your words. Which is why this once, I'll forgive you"

"Thank you, Dany" Jon was humbled by her power as she held the conversation. "But maybe I don't deserve it"

"Jon, I need to say this again, but in terms that you understand" She said taking control of the conversation, just as she liked. "I fancy you, I have feelings for you. I'm scared of these feelings but I'm also excited by this. And I know how you feel for me. Let's just, wipe the confusion clean and start again" He nodded in agreeance. "However, there is a few things I'm apprehensive about, thus my lack of.. words at the photoshoot" He didn't say anything, he just wanted to hear her out this time. "Ygritte"

She didn't need to say anything else, he knew what she meant. "I know"

"I know better than anyone, that there are things that happen in our pasts that make us who we are, that we think of on a day to day basis" Jon wondered if she was referring to the high school abuse she'd briefly mentioned. "But you cannot let it control you. Drogo raped me, not just physically but in every sense he defiled me, but if I dwell on that I will never move forward with my life. I don't remind myself of it, if I look back I am lost, remember?"

He did remember, their conversation at her dinner evening, as they looked out onto the King's Landing skyline.

I remember it everyday, no matter how much I suppress it. Since then; I wrote off love, I wrote off ever being weak again. It was all I could do to keep me going forward, if I look back, If I bring up the past if I remember it; I am lost.

"Why name your car after him?" It was a valid point.

"I told you, his hatred and abuse drives me forward; I never want to be that weak again, and so I'm not" She said definitively.

"I don't agree with that, the man abused you! He defiled you, why would you do anything for him?" She thought about this.

"I suppose you're right, it is a bit... suspect. Okay, no more naming my cars, even though you were the one that said everyone names their car"

"I stopped calling my Lyanna" He shrugged. "Causes confusion with the baby"

"You're right, I need to let go of Drogo and what happened with me in the way you need to let Ygritte go" She was assertive as she spoke. This was why she'd been renowned for being cold-hearted, that and the Doreah situation. But Jon had peeled back the layers, he'd gotten to the core of Daenerys Targaryen, a place where not many people had been since she closed herself off. And he was happy that she'd chosen to let him try, that she was okay with him getting to her. "I think she would want you to be happy, even if this meant you repressed your thoughts of her like I do, Drogo"

"I think she would too" Jon agreed. "No more hiding anything, I know that when I talk about he, it makes you feel like second best. And I don't want you to feel like that" From her lack of response to that statement, he knew she did feel that way. "I don't mean to be a burden"

"Missing someone you loved is not a burden Jon Snow, it makes you human. I'm here to help you heal, I just don't want to live in her shadow, do you understand?" Daenerys crossed over to where he was sat. Ghost grumbled as he hopped off to let her sit down, placing himself next to the fire for warmth. H did understand. "She lives inside you, and that's okay, but be honest with yourself, love your family as you did her, care for them as you did her... care for me, if that's what you want"

"I think I do" Jon watched her face, the flames from the fire reflected in her eyes, this time they were dancing, but with real flames. Her porcelain skin was smooth and glowed almost in the fire light. His hand reached to cup her jaw. "The person you've made me become, more open, more out-there, out of my comfort zone, is who I want to be. It was who I once was"

"You can be that person again" She placed her left hand on top of this and almost rubbed her own cheek into his hand. She closed her eyes as she did. When she opened them again, her eyes burned with desire, Jon could see it. "Kiss me"

"I thought we were having a serious discussion" Jon laughed as he pulled her closer to himself. Her eyes beamed. He sighed in defeat. Their lips joined, soft at first but as their kissing went on it became more eager and almost filled with an animalistic passion. It was a good ten minutes before they even broke apart, breathing heavily as thei gasp for air. "No more games"

"No more running into each other by accident, no more jumping the gun and feeling sorry for yourself" She nodded. "Do you want to give this a shot?"

"Aye, I do" He kissed her again, this time filled with adoration and love. He wanted to carry on into the night, but the doorbell rang signalling their takeaway. As Jon got up from his seat, Ghost jumped in it quickly making Daenerys laugh. Jon came back from the door with the bag of boxes and found himself cursing his dog. "Ghost, come on, let's get you fed"

After he'd sorted Ghost out, he left him in the kitchen while he and Daenerys ate their chinese food. They spoke about how well the article had come out, and the photos. She has decided to take his offer up on the use of the laughing photo as the front cover and everything was handed in to the printer's ready for release in 6 weeks time. They had talked about their families and Jon had showed her some photos of baby Lyanna which almost brought Dany to tears, especially one with a rabbit hat on that Arya had gotten her. They laughed as they spoke of their friends, Sam and Gilly were finally moving in together and Hotpie had started a business with his father's backing. Missandei and Greyworm had finally made things serious too.

It was one of the best evenings Jon had engaged in, in a long while. Her company was everything he had hoped for, she was intelligent, witty if not a little dry sometimes and devoted. She told him about the special edition of her magazine she's doing with the WWF to help engaged species. She spoke of the trip she's going to be taking to see the Elephants at the Udawalawe National Park.

"Sri Lanka?" Jon said surprised.

"You know it?" She asked.

"I've been there, it's a beautiful country" Jon said as they drank some wine. "I didn't go to Udawalawe National Park, I went to The Elephant Freedom Project, but they all do similar things. They really look after the elephants in Sri Lanka, it's such a beautiful community of animal lovers. I've done some stuff on animal welfare on my blog before and The Elephant Project was one of the places I've covered. Elephants need to be protected at all costs"

"WWF are sending me with a videographer and a photographer. A mini documentary is going to be made to go with the magazine when it's released in August" She said excitedly as she drank the last part of her wine. "I was going to ask you to be the photographer but you were already doing me one favour I didn't want to ask you again"

Jon appreciated the thought. "That's fine, I'm going to have to stay pretty local in August, it'll be Father and Catelyn's 30th Wedding Anniversary. I think they'll kill me then resurrect me just to kill me again if I missed the family holiday we'll be having"

"Family holiday? like somewhere hot or skiing?" She asked.

"Depends, we've been all places. They usually book two weeks for us all, but the last few years Robb and I have taken everyone else home after the first week so Father and Catelyn have a week to themselves after"

"I don't think I could manage a family holiday, with Rhaegar and Elia perhaps, but definitely not with my parents" Daenerys cringed slightly. It's bad enough she's so protective over me when I see her for just one hour. Such a judgey mother!"

"All parents can be, you should've heard Catelyn when I said I wanted to be a journalist" He laughed. It was then he realised how late it was, 11pm. "Jesus how does the time go by so quickly?"

"It's been a bit eventful today, I've got to drive home yet" Daenerys sighed not wanting to get off of the sofa. Jon didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay with him, forever. He'd had a wonderful evening and he couldn't believe that just six hours ago he was brooding over unrequited feelings. "Help me up"

"Do you have to go?" Jon moaned.

"Yes, I have work tomorrow" She said annoyed at the reality of it.

"Boo" Jon was grumpy. "Let me kiss you and I might let you go"

"Only might?" Daenerys cackled.

"Well you've been drinking, I don't really want you driving" Jon said honestly. Daenerys gasped.

"Oh crap I have, haven't I?" Daenerys grumbled. "Can I borrow your phone? I'll get Jorah to pick me up and then I can pick my rolls up late tomorrow"

"Or..." Jon said unsure if he should say anything. Fuck it, he thought, and said what he wanted to say. "Stay over, and drive home in the morning, you can have the spare bedroom" Jon didn't want to risk her driving home over the limit. "I'll leave the key by the front door so you can unlock it if you're up before me"

"Are... are you sure?" She said thankful

"Of course, I would like it if you stayed in my bed, but it's not gentlemanly of me so, you can have the spare bedroom" Daenerys laughed at his pleasantries. "I am on a day off tomorrow, after your article I need some time with my family. I'm gonna see Robb, but maybe tomorrow evening, we can go for that date we were going to have?"

"I'd like that"

And so Jon showed her to the spare room once she'd helped him clear up the chinese food and tub off leftovers. He made the bed with fresh sheets from his airing cupboard and left her to sleep, one last kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Jon"

"Goodnight, Dany" He closed the door behind him, a huge smile spreading on his face.