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[fioreofthemarch]

should i ruin my life and try to write smut

[a-libra-writes]

💖💋🌸 for our rightful king Stannis?

thank you for requesting the one true king 😭💕 yall know I love this emotionally constipated man. nsfw under the cut!

🌸 Kissing HC

Your first kiss was during the wedding ceremony. You had so many things on your mind, when the time came for the kiss, you didn’t move at first. Stannis had to lean down to meet you, and it was simple. Chaste.

You didn’t think to kiss him again for some time. When you two had to be intimate, you’d touch his face and bring him closer. The first time, you had  to initiate it, and you thought he’d flinch away... But Stannis actually relaxed and deepened it. It took you off guard, but you didn’t dislike it.

Eventually, you’d kiss his cheek in the morning and evening. It was fun to see that blush. So, you’d start doing it during the day when you stopped by his office. In bed, you’d bring him closer like you always did, giddy when he started the kiss first. You’d experiment, kissing other places to see his reaction.

When you got to his ear, he flinched so suddenly you thought you hurt him - then you noticed he was flushed down to his neck. That’s the weak spot.

Stannis’ kisses are always firm and he often holds you when he does it, even if it’s a quick one given before he leaves. It gets you a little flustered sometimes, and he doesn’t even notice.

He isn’t fond of showing too much affection in public, but he’ll tolerate you kissing his hand or cheek. During feasts and galas, when people aren’t paying attention, Stannis will return the favor. Anyone noticing you two is always very surprised by his affection, and if they stare he glares them into submission.

When you two are closer later down the line, the heated kisses went lower - to your neck, to your chest. When he's overcome and flustered, Stannis tends to bury his face in the crook of your neck and kiss you there.

💋Intimacy HC   

You quickly noticed a few things: Stannis was very touch-averse, he was totally lost about what to do, and he didn’t want to touch you if you didn’t want it. You gently reminded him about your shared duty to make an heir, and Stannis agreed you both had to try.

The thing was, he was pretty attractive. And you could tell he was trying very hard not to stare at you.

Stannis’ grip is always strong and firm, sometimes a little too tight, and oddly protective. You can tell he likes your hips and legs by the way he lingers his hands there. You encourage him to touch you wherever he wants, but you noticed how much he liked you taking control.

You also noticed how much he liked your praise, and later, craved it. Even years into the marriage, Stannis loves it when you purr how much you love him and how good he’s making you feel. It turns him on so much he’ll quiet you with a rough kiss, because he doesn’t want to finish too early.

Once he’s more confident in your feelings, Stannis is more willing to initiate things and lose himself in you. Afterward he wanted to keep you close, hoping you wanted it too, worrying that you didn’t share the feelings he had and he was just imagining things.

Yes Stannis overthinks things to death

He has an uncanny memory so sometimes when he’s tired and stuck in his office, his mind will start wandering. Something will remind him of you and oops he’s recalling the entire previous night

Of all the different things you try out and introduce him to, he ends up really, really liking giving you oral. You riding him while in his lap or while he’s lying down is a close second. You ordering him around during any of these things is also very appreciated.

Afterward Stannis especially likes when you rest on his chest and keep your hands on him. You both don’t fall asleep that way, because he always ends up wiggling away and staying up, but it’s nice to enjoy the warmth and talk softly about this or that for a while. 

💖 Pregnancy HC

When you told him, he was pleased in the simple way he’d be pleased about solving a problem. It was expected of you both. He was uneasy with children, but Stannis liked if you were outwardly excited. He wanted you to be happy about it, happy about the idea of having a child with him.

He’d want to go with you to the visits to the maester, wanting to be sure you were alright and that rat Pycelle was tending to you properly. Stannis would much prefer Cressen, the maester he had as a child on Storm’s End, who now occupied Dragonstone. As much as he’d want you to spend the pregnancy there, he also didn’t want to be away from you not that he could just say that.

As you’d get more tired and have dizziness and nausea, Stannis would get so fussy. He’d want you to rest, to stop going to court, to stay in bed ... maybe you needed tea, maybe a maester, maybe a different maester, maybe -- 

“Stannis, please, it’s only been three months, I’m not helpless.”

Gods, imagine how he’d be as you got further along. Still, the fretting was kind of cute. He frowned when you called him that and just muttered that he wanted to look after his wife.

In the evening, when you called him over to bed, he couldn’t say no to you, even if he had plans to continue working into the late hours. You’d curl up with him and ask him to touch your stomach. Ask what names he liked, how he wanted the nursery. Stannis said he’d leave the particulars to you, but he did blush at your enthusiasm. Even after all this time, he still wondered how strong your feelings were.

He’d want to be informed as soon as you went into labor and would even stay with you until the maester and midwives shooed him away. He’d try not to think about it as he worked, but he’d just impatiently wait as the hours passed by. When the maester came in to announce all was well, he didn’t wait more than a minute to be by your side and make sure you - and the child - were truly alright. 

[anonymousdictionary]

Is it okay if I miss you?

[some-thirst-here]

I just saw this gif. All I could think is he is telling you where he wants you to sit.

[mawritesbnha]

You are hereby charged with extreme frenchiness, how do you plead?

*looks at @sleepypurpledandelion and @cry-is-trash13*

Hot milky.

[leviathanlazarus]

dark at 4:45pm...exhausted...need to be in a spoon train with Danny and Josh

[crybaby-ninja]

dumb drabble

Prompt: i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater from here

Obito is an embarrassment, he decides. Truly, he’s glad that he stalled in getting on the ice, because now he can watch the raven-haired idiot stumble and flail, searching for some semblance of balance in his skates. He’s always been clumsy, so Kakashi supposes he isn’t quite surprised; with the knowledge just comes a sort of long-suffering amusement. It doesn’t help that Obito has never tried to skate in his life before now, and it shows in every fumbling step he tries to take (doesn’t he know that you don’t walk in skates?). 

There are children who run circles effortlessly around the frozen court and shoot him wide-eyed glances as he falls repeatedly in more ridiculous ways. One brave soul finally approaches him with a shy smile, lips moving in an offer to help, undoubtedly. Obito, even at his most idiotic, has a sort of charisma and friendliness to him that attracts others effortlessly. He laughs sheepishly and nods, watching the child carefully as she demonstrates, and soon all the kids are flocked around him, shouting tips and screaming dramatically when he plummets to the ground. They hold his hands and tug him along, though it doesn’t do much good (and Obito barely puts any weight in the grasp, scared to drag them down with him). 

It makes for a cute picture, though, and Kakashi takes plenty from his seat on the bench. He looks like a fawn learning to walk, made more ridiculous by his height in comparison to the graceful children around him. When he can finally make a circle around the perimeter of the ice without falling, the children cheer around him, and he beams, throwing Kakashi a triumphant look, something like “Ha, take that! You doubted me, didn’t you?”. Kakashi takes that as his cue to finally join his idiot on the ice, taking his hand when Obito reaches out for it.

“Lazy asshole, you just watched so you didn’t have to teach me yourself, didn’t you?” Obito grumbles, swatting at Kakashi with his free hand and almost taking another tumble when the Hatake dodges it. Kakashi holds him up with their connected hands, though, and steadies him with the other, smiling under his scarf.

“Maa, why would I do that? I just didn’t want to interrupt your lesson,” he drawls, eyes crinkling when Obito growls in response. He pulls him along before he can protest, and though it’s cold outside, their hands are warm where they meet, and his chest is, too. He will keep this memory close, nestled with the rest of those he holds fond, remembering Obito’s smiles and kindness, determination to learn even when he failed. And how he keeps him warm, now, through their hands and words and the way he looks at Kakashi as though his entire world rests in him, soft and tender.

Then Kakashi dips him and almost sends him sprawling, and the moment is gone, but the smiles are not, and this-

For Kakashi, this will always be more than enough. It’s more than he deserves, these moments with Obito, but he will always treasure them.

[starwraithed-a-blog]

@vonlived said : A stern, steeled look to his eyes, and William's hand reaches to grip Dan's. And just like that, the earl is going to lead Dan away from this disgusting display of humanity. "We're leaving! There are far better uses of our time than listening to this." He declares, tangling their fingers together.

                 ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕄𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐, ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻ℕ'𝕋 𝔹𝕌𝔻𝔾𝔼 towards william attempting him to drag him along, yet he had been too startled and lost all at once. he stumbled a step or two, vermilion eyes darting between the top of the blonde’s head and down to their fingers laced together. that usual boisterous attitude of his couldn’t manage to bubble up as a shield like it always had been. 

                 his voice was hoarse, a poorer excuse than the words that came out of his mouth. ‘ . . . i’m okay, you don’t need to cause a scene, ’ such a useless lie when a person could spot the withering pride as broad shoulders deflated and slumped down instead, and the brightness in those fire-breathing eyes turned cold and dark. ‘ i’m okay, ’ if he said it enough times, maybe he’d believe it. it’s how he always lived to begin with.