#they smoochin!

[fishfingersandscarves]

hob/despair doodle

[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy

Rating: Explicit Chapters: 14/25, part 1 of 3 (maybe 25, might be less) Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong, Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen- Love the World Like I Should Grandfather Rodrik shows up with love and gifts, and there's some smooching on the dance floor at Aegon's nameday feast. Also some political anxiety.

“You’re eating enough for the both of us, Prince. I couldn’t possibly keep up with you.” His appetite was a voracious one, and the plate he’d pushed between them had already started inching back towards him. She stabbed a piece of meat and gave him a look as she ate. He looked only somewhat abashed and popped a piece of crust in his mouth, licking juice from his fingers. She was reminded of the lakeside picnic, and the way his lips felt against her fingers while she fed him, the blushing heat as he fed her cakes in return and the kisses shared. It must have shown on her face because a wicked gleam flashed across his eyes, gaze drifting to the low neckline of her gown and the gentle swell of her breasts. A voracious appetite indeed. He laughed when she busied herself with her goblet. “Everyone is staring,” she whispered, unsure if she was chastising him or reminding him. Aegon’s gaze raked along the bare expanse of her shoulders, his hand twitching along his stolen goblet as if he was keeping himself from reaching for her again. “Of course they are, hunītsos. Let them. Let them see how happy you look.” His gaze grew uncertain for a moment and she understood what words he held back. “How happy you make me,” she offered softly. It was finally Aegon’s turn to blush, the expression uncharacteristically shy, and Abby could not help but lean over to brush a soft kiss against his cheek. Satisfaction was bright in her chest when his blush deepened before his own satisfaction crossed his features. Let them witness. Let Edmund Vance and whatever moody River Lord conspired against them see that Aegon was hers, claimed by the rivers.

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[wuffen]

[trappedinafantasy37]

Larian statistics got us like:

[turnipoddity]

I am a moth

who just wants to share your light

[starjunkyard]

average hilson argument

[gunsatthaphan]

"I miss... the hospital."

[abblegum]

I love the idea of Miyano being a very flirty drunk

pt 2 ig

[wasyago]

:3c

[kalico-of-doom]

🎶 Late night devil put your hands on me~ 🎶

[whipbogard]

the knight and his squire

[vikary401]

mac'n'cheese yaoi

god bless

[nightmargin]

keep sucking his flat face

[trulyumai]

Starting the Jest

Pairing: Messmer the Impaler x Wife!Reader

Warnings: smoochinnn

Synopsis: Dirtied and tired; Messmer dragged his wife for a bath.

A/N: another chapter???? fuck yeah!!!

Enjoy everyone!

“Thou aren’t scheming, I hope?”

The man is sat, with knees spread as bubbles move vicariously through one another.

The bath was small, his chest lay on display as the younger woman coddles about the tub.

“Nay, dear husband,” she all but giggled out.

White foam is dusted across her delicate hands, she carefully but intently moves it across his form.

Messmer; the almighty

Messmer; the everliving flame…

Is currently being covered and buried in a vast amount of bubbles.

“It seemeth,” a sigh pushed its way past his lips.

With eyes trained onto the lady, big hands found their way across her waist.

“Thou is.”

The woman lightly shushed her husband, getting the foam to dance across both lips.

He grimaced and with brows knitted began his assault on the woman; to her ticklish sides.

“Mess— husband— please!” She managed to get out a couple words before pushing the large knight away. And although she backed up completely; the tub was too small to get any where far.

Messmer smiled, it pushed his cheeks up and dusted a light pink across his features.

And although it was from the ethereal woman he got to call his wife, he would never admit.

Instead, say how hot the chambers have gotten; blaming it on her need for incessant heat.

With a simple lift to the hand, he pulled the woman against him, shushing her moans with a kiss.

Fingernails dug into the man’s scalp, but ever used to such a pressure the man continued.

His tongue molded against hers, he noticed quickly, that she tasted like apples and fine aged wine.

The need for air was rising, her chest heaved as the man broke away hesitantly.

“My love, oh how it pains me to be pushed away so,”

Her arms sat on the maroon knights shoulders, lightly brushing the man’s hair back as her orbs rolled back with feign annoyance.

The room was indeed hot, steam rose from every crevice, and although the large window beside them lay open; it had little opportunity to help.

Light condensation could be seen on Messmer’s face, alighting his serene expression. Small hairs stuck to the sides of his temples like an invading mold. His wife brushed them away with a kiss.

From the two of them moving, water had splashed and soaked the golden tiles on display, which Messmer eyed carefully.

“Dear wife,” he began

His forehead touched hers, an action he was addicted to.

And could you blame him? He thought, carefully touching the woman before him.

To have such a goddess for a wife, why wouldn’t he want to be mere inches away?

“If thou is quite done, I would like to return to bed, hm?”

“Me? I’ve done nothing but bathe and dote on my husband!”

A noise left the man out of pure defiance and his fingers found the outline of her jaw.

“I shall engulf you; enjoy you slowly dear wife, for lying to your lord.”

Such a comment startled her out of rationalized thought.

Mouth agape she could only stare back at the man as her cheeks warmed with a light burn.

“Do not jest with me, Messmer,”

With an increase of strength, his palm closed around her cheeks, squeezing her puffy lips out for him.

He eyed them shamelessly, mesmerized by such complete and udder perfection.

“A—Are you done?”

With squished features her R’s began to sound like W’s, and such a simple thing garnished a laugh out of the flame.

Two hands came out to grab at his one, yet they stood powerless against such a strength.

“Say please, pretty wife.”

He stared once more

“Say it, and I’ll let you go, that you have my word.”

Water droplets drooped down her neck and dribbled past the expansion of her chest.

Messmer, ever distracted by such a feat, laid his other hand upon her breasts.

“Say it,” he begged.

The girls cheeks were sore, no longer did the silly antics seem so fun with all this teasing that came back at her.

“—please,”

“Please what?” The flame demanded as his head inched closer to hers, wanting to hear— to memorize the words that crawled out of her lips.

“Please, my husband,” she whispered, cheeks still aflame.

Instantly the hand left her features, and instead found home on her backside.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?”

Stroking her spine it went down further, until the line of her buttocks was in his hold.

It gripped and squeezed the area, to which his wife begrudgingly allowed.

Her frame lay across his, with her neck crammed into his neck, too embarrassed to show her face.

“Let’s return, darling, my trip to the capital lay for the morning before us.”

Kissing her head he stood, with his wife atop his arms, ready for a warm bed and good nights rest.

For Messmer the Impaler could not begin his rein of terror without cuddling his wife prior.

[triona-tribblescore]

gonna start drawing up the next anlfm update today~ Will it be done today? thats a different question...

[beware-of-octopus]

Someone out there asked for fetus dan and Phil kissing probably, the colored one started out as ironic FANART from those 2013 Phan proof imagines and I just… got swept away 😢