#and cole is such a sweetie :’)

[adelphenium]

AHHHHH!!! love love love your r63 art it’s so so good 🫶🫶🫶 would you ever be down to do kirby dach cole caufield and nick suzuki from the habs in the future with r63!! once again i love your art so much its always a delight to see it on my timeline 🫶 hope you’re having a great day

thank youu this is so lovely aaaugh !!!😭💓💓

i'm happy you like the r63s; i'm always so down to draw cute girls <333

i hope you're also having a great day! ^v^

[gateau-au-earl]

tried digital art using the “freeform” app that came with my iPad, so drew the weston kids again (our lil blueberry boy needed some friends)

i usually dont do digital, but it was fun to mess with it! with the kuro renaissance, maybe ill post more art and doodles in the future (ive been itching to sketch prof. michaelis 🙈)

[bloodycowboyclub]

[grimbeak]

s10 was actually really funny bc of the contrast between cole falling 300+ feet into the aforementioned Death Cloud™ that turns anyone who enters into stone and him being perfectly fine and then lloyd getting hit with a plank of wood that was like 2 feet above him and immediately dying 

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

So how Jesse reaction to being in so many love triangles? We got Cole and Zane, Cole an Nya, Skylor and Kai... he attracts love triangles like a magnet

Jesse: *banging on the walls of his cage* LET ME OUT! LET ME OUUUUUT!!!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIIIIIIIS!

[miketownsends]

Mariners got about 20 minutes to convince me to keep watching this game or i’m switching over to the Travs game

[oldmeninpain]

Adam Cole being the back-stabbing ass hoe that we know and love

[faofinn]

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

Harrison hadn't moved from Tai's sofa all weekend. They'd been out together on the Friday, a date night quickly turning into a weekend. They'd gotten more than a little tipsy, falling into bed together when they got home. 

Of course they both felt rather worse for wear the morning after, but they curled into each other and pulled the duvet over their heads to block out the world. By the afternoon, the worst of the hangover had faded, but Harrison was left with a scratchy throat and sniffles he couldn't stop. His body ached too, but he'd brushed that off being active the night before. Tai made a late lunch for them, just snacky food from the fridge, things to pick at.

Tai had been looking forwards to the food, settled on the sofa next to Hars, but the other man had been quiet, and he had to admit he was worried. He’d hardly touched the food, unlike him, and he frowned. 

“You still hungover?” He asked softly. 

"Mm?" Harrison raised his head, trying to focus on Tai. Everything was fuzzy and thick, and just not right. "Oh, probably, yeah."

“I feel you. Not as young as I used to be. Can’t remember how I used to drink as much as I did at Uni.” 

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd had that much, though."

“More time on the sofa required, then. We can order in tonight.”

"Oh, sure, yeah." Harrison blushed. "I'd like that."

“Me too.”

"Thought I was gonna be home alone tonight again."

“Mm, no. I’m selfish, I want to keep you here.”

"I'm not gonna argue at that." Harrison grinned, though quickly turned away to sneeze. "Ugh. Sorry."

“You alright?”

"Came out of nowhere."

“I should probably dust or something.”

"It's not your place. Just a random one."

“Mm, okay.”

"What are you fancying for tea?" He asked, stretching for a snack. 

“Not sure. Chinese?”

"Mm, yeah."

“We’ll get that, then.”

"Maybe not any beer, not tonight."

Tai groaned. “God no.”

"You're not meant to get hungover if you stay drunk."

“I’m pretty certain that doesn’t work, but you’re the doctor.”

"It does, for a while." Tai didn't need to know the real reason he knew that. 

“Just delaying the inevitable.”

He hummed. "Maybe, yeah."

“No beer tonight, I think I’ll die.”

"I definitely will."

“No dying.”

"So no beer."

“No beer, just greasy food.”

Harrison made a noise in agreement. "Lemon chicken, some chicken and sweetcorn soup, ooh, some proper fried rice? Ah, prawn crackers!"

“Oh, that’s settled then.”

"Mhmm, definitely." He snuggled into Tai's side, suddenly exhausted. 

“You going to nap?”

He shook his head. "No, just comfortable. I like lying in your lap."

“You’re like a cat.” He teased. 

"Where do you think I got it from?" He grinned, rolling onto his back.

“Cute like that. Do you want belly rubs?” 

"I'm not an actual cat." He protested, but didn't complain. 

Tai settled for running his hand through his hair. “You sure about that?”

He couldn't help the sigh in contentment. "Mhmm, sure."

“You’re practically purring.”

Hars cracked an eye open, deliberately purring at Tai. "How's that?"

Tai couldn’t help but laugh. “Weirdo.”

Harrison broke off to cough, though quickly grinned. "Hey, you started it."

His cough didn’t sound great, but Tai didn’t push it. He was probably just run down on top of the hangover. “That’s true.”

"It is nice, though." Harrison admitted, not meeting his gaze.

“I won’t stop, then.”

"Thank you."

“You’re nice and warm in my lap.”

"Really? I'm kinda cold." He admitted. 

“There’s a blanket on the back of the sofa.” Tai said, reaching to pull it down. “Here.”

"Won't you get too warm?"

“I’ll be okay.” 

Harrison made a quiet noise, but stretched to grab the blanket. 

Tai helped, spreading it out over him gently. “There. Better?”

He didn't think it was possible, but he fell further in love with him. He settled down, a smile on his face. "Thank you."

“Should we put a film on?”

"Mm, yeah."

Tai scrolled through idly, eventually finding something to put on. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it was some background noise for the pair of them to relax to. 

Harrison dozed on Tai's lap, occasionally making a comment at the film. There was something intimate about just existing with each other, and Harrison didn't want to break the spell. 

They spent most of the day there, watching shit films and dozing off the hangover. It felt tantalisingly perfect, like it was always supposed to be like that. They ordered their food that evening, and ate it laughing, the worst of Tai’s hangover gone. 

Still, they headed to be early, Tai unwilling to let Hars leave. He knew he should, but the other man wasn’t exactly complaining, and like this he could pretend things would always be like this. 

Harrison happily joined Tai in bed, curling around the other man. He still felt a bit rough, but Tai seemed to fix everything. With his head on his shoulder and his arm draped across his chest, he could almost imagine it was forever.

Tai fell asleep quite quickly, comfortable with Harrison and still tired despite the sleep he’d had during the day. He hoped Harrison would feel better soon, worried about him. 

Harrison woke in the early hours, rolling over to go to the toilet. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, waiting for his head to clear. His nose was blocked, and his throat was beyond dry. It took him a moment to realise he was ill, not just hungover, and his heart sank. He shoved his leg on, padding to the bathroom.

Sat on the toilet, he made up his mind. It wasn't fair on Tai for Harrison to get him sick, so that meant no sleeping in his bed. He hauled himself to his feet, washed his hands and then made his way to the living room, curling up on the sofa there. 

Tai had woken when Harrison had, though once he’d gone to the toilet he’d dozed off again. When he didn’t come back, though, he didn’t understand, the bed empty. 

He found him curled on the living room sofa, and still didn’t quite understand what was going on. “Hars?”

He startled awake, half sitting up in confusion. "Oh. Tai."

“Hey. Why are you on the sofa?”

He lay back down, coughing into his arm. "Think I've got a cold."

“And? Come back to bed, this isn’t comfortable.”

"I'm not getting you sick." He shook his head.

“Don’t be daft, c’mon. Come back to bed.”

"No, I'm serious." He sniffed. "I'm fine here."

“So am I. You can’t be comfortable here, you’ll sleep better in bed.”

"I'm comfy enough. And not getting you sick here."

“I think if you were going to get me sick it’s probably already happened, don’t think sharing the bed is going to make much of a difference.”

His face fell. "I know."

“Don’t worry about it, come on.”

He sighed, but didn’t sit up or make any attempt to move. "No, I'm okay here."

“I miss you in bed.” 

"I miss it, too." 

“So come back to bed.”

"I can't."

“You can, come on.”

"Tai." He whined. 

Tai reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Come on, you’ll feel better for it.”

He sniffed again. "But I'm sick. I need to go home so you don't get sick."

“I don’t mind. You can stay, then I can look after you.”

Harrison couldn't help the pang of want, to just snuggle up with Tai and be looked after. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "You won't get mad if I get you sick?"

“I won’t get mad. Promise.”

He sat up slowly, reaching for his leg. "Promise Promise?"

“Promise promise.”

With his leg back on, Harrison took Tai's hand, pulling himself up. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay.” Tai reassured. “Do you want some paracetamol or something?”

"If you've got some." He admitted quietly. 

“Yeah, of course. Go to bed, I’ll get some.”

Harrison murmured his thanks, meekly heading back to bed. There, he happily curled under the covers, wrapping himself up in Tai's scent. 

Tai left him to it, digging around in the bedroom cupboards to find the paracetamol. He only had two tablets left, shit. He’d have to go and buy some more in the morning, but they’d do for now. He brought them to Harrison with a glass of water, melting at how sweet he looked under the duvet. 

“Got your paracetamol.”

Harrison rubbed his face, taking a second to catch up. He must have dozed while he waited for Tai, but he didn’t remember. He sat up, gratefully reaching for the water. 

"Thank you."

“You’re welcome.”

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, swallowing the paracetamol. "I can go home when it's light out."

“You don’t have to.”

"Yeah, then you don't have to put up with me."

“I like having you around.”

"Not when I'm sick." He mumbled. "You'll hate me."

“I couldn’t hate you.”

He managed a smile. "You say that now."

“It’s true.”

"Are you sure I'm alright to stay in the bed?" He asked, making no move to leave. 

“Of course you are.”

Harrison let Tai lie back down, gingerly curling into his side. "'m sorry."

“What for?” Tai asked, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. 

His response was lost to a contented sigh, Harrison stretching out as Tai played with his hair. 

They fell asleep again soon enough, Tai relieved to have Harrison back with him. 

When Harrison woke properly, he felt absolutely rotten. He shivered, though knew he had a temperature, and his nose just wouldn't stop running. He must have been coughing all night; his throat was dry and scratchy, his voice nonexistent as he tried to say good morning to Tai. The paracetamol must have been wearing off, but Tai didn’t have any more. Which meant, as much as he didn't really want to move, he needed to go home. He managed to get Tai up and in the car, surprised that his boyfriend had been so agreeable to drive him home.

The only reason Tai had agreed to drive was to get Harrison into the car and stop him being so daft as to try and go home. He needed to get more meds, so he might as well take Harrison with him. They’d stop off at the supermarket and get some snacks and bits for him, too.

It wasn't until they were almost there that Harrison seemed to realise it wasn't the route home, and he turned to Tai with a frown. "You said home."

“The only place we’re going is the pharmacy.”

"You're kidnapping me."

“I wouldn’t say kidnapping.”

"I would." He stretched his hand out for Tai's.

“I’m just gonna buy some more paracetamol, and then we can go back to mine.”

Harrison considered it for a moment, weighing up the argument. "Mm, okay.”

[sarah-cam]

Cole is gross how can you like him girl you need therapy

have you considered the fact that you just don't understand him like i do 💅🏼

[ya-zz]

You've been on tumblr for awhile now so how many followers do you have? 👁️👄👁️ if you feel comfortable in sharing that is

Sometimes I forget and then see a new number like OH THERE'S SO MANY why how where did you come from

[bapydemonprincess]

PERSONAL SPACE WHO????????

[calkale]

top 5 tc chars (and if u feel like doing another top 5, top 5 80s songs!) 😎

Thank you mar 🥰🥰

Top five tom characters:

1. Mav <3

2. Jerry Maguire

3. Vincent

4. Danny Kaffee

5. Bill Cage

Top 5 80s songs:

1. Orion by Metallica

2. Every song on born in the usa by Bruce Springsteen (i tried picking one and i cant)

3. Take my breath away by Berlin (honestly the whole top gun soundtrack but this is one of my fav songs)

4.Hungry like the wolf by duran duran

5. Little lies by fleetwood mac

Idk if im happy with that list but whatever

[helaemond]

cole’s little march a dragon head through the streets propaganda backfiring immediately vs otto’s parading jaehaerys’ head through the streets going incredibly well. alicent sweetie you’re in for it now

[forzarma]

Memories

Pairing: dad!lewis x wife!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for dad lewis

As the morning sunlight poured into the kitchen, painting everything in a soft golden hue, you took a moment to relish the peace of the morning. The gentle sounds of breakfast being prepared filled the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of coffee and pancakes.

“Morning, love,” Lewis greeted you with a smile, his eyes bright with affection as he tended to the stove. “Breakfast is almost ready. The kids are already up and about in the living room.”

Taking the cup of coffee he offered, you breathed in its warmth, feeling a sense of gratitude for these simple moments. “Thanks, Lewis,” you murmured, taking a sip. “I’ll go check on them.”

Entering the living room, you were met with a scene straight out of a family movie. Chanel, your daughter, twirled around in your heels, her laughter filling the room, while Cole, your son, built a cushion fort with meticulous care.

“Morning, Mommy!” Chanel greeted you with a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Look at me, I’m a fashion queen!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics, but you knew you had to set some boundaries. “Chanel, sweetie, those are Mommy’s shoes,” you gently reminded her, trying to balance firmness with love.

With an exaggerated sigh, Chanel kicked off the heels, muttering something about unfair rules under her breath. Joining her brother in the cushion fort, she continued her play with renewed enthusiasm.

Watching your children, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. Despite the chaos, these moments were what made parenthood so special.

Back in the kitchen, you helped Lewis finish breakfast, enjoying the quiet camaraderie between you. As you set the table, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of your family gathered together.

Sitting down to eat, conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the occasional spill. It was these simple moments of togetherness that made everything worthwhile.

After breakfast, as Lewis headed out for his training, you were left alone with the kids. But even in his absence, his presence lingered in the warmth of the house.

When Lewis returned later that evening, tired but happy, you welcomed him with open arms. Together, you shared stories of your day, finding solace in each other’s company.

As night fell, Lewis suggested a movie night, and the kids eagerly agreed. Snuggled together on the couch, you watched as your children laughed and cheered, their joy contagious.

In that moment, surrounded by the people you loved most in the world, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These were the moments that made life worth living, the moments that filled your heart with love and happiness.

As the movie ended and the kids drifted off to bed, you and Lewis lingered on the couch, basking in the quiet of the evening. It was during these stolen moments that you cherished the most, when the world seemed to slow down and it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” Lewis whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you replied, feeling the weight of those words settle deep within your soul.

Together, you sat in comfortable silence, content in each other’s presence. And as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the beautiful chaos and joy that filled your life, knowing that as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

[cherryredlove]

☆ summer in sunspear ☆

Modern! au Gwayne Hightower x reader SMUT

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Your flatmate and best friend Rhaenyra invites you along with her group of friends on a summer holiday to Dorne. In the group is the gorgeous Gwayne. Is it the heat or is he checking you out?

Word Count: 2.2k

Themes: SMUT, very indulgent smut, rough p in v, praise, semi-public sex, creampie, content warning of alcohol, lots of fluffy love too

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You've been looking forward to this trip for weeks, but now that it's finally here, you can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. After all, you're flying to Sunspear in Dorne with a group of people who are practically strangers to you. Sure, your best friend and flatmate Rhaenyra Targaryen will be there, but her friends are a mix of old schoolmates, some of whom you've only met in passing. You know that, just like Rhaenyra, they're all unfairly cool and chic.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, stuffing the last of your essentials into your suitcase, when Rhaenyra bursts into the room with a vibrant energy only she possesses. Her long silver hair is tied up in a messy bun, sunglasses perched on her nose, and a grin spreads across her face.

"Are you ready for the best holiday ever?" she asks, practically bouncing on her toes. She flops onto your bed, grabbing your hot pink bikini from the bed and wiggling her eyebrows.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you reply with a giggle. "I'm just hoping I won't be the odd one out."

"Nonsense! Everyone's going to love you. Just wait until you meet them. Criston is a riot, Alicent is a sweetie, the siblings Laena and Laenor are the life of any party. Oh, and Gwayne is coming too—Alicent's brother. You remember him, right?"

Vaguely, you think. You've seen him at a couple of Rhaenyra's gatherings. Tall, handsome, with a laid-back charming demeanour that contrasts with his sister's quieter and more reserved nature. You recall his wry smile and the way he watches the room as though he's in on a joke no one else knows. There’s something about him, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

As you make your way to the airport, Rhaenyra rambles on about her plans for the week. She’s planned for days on the beach lounging in the Dornish sun and nights out on the town drinking. Your worries slowly dissolve in the anticipation of the warmth and adventure awaiting in Dorne.

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You step out of the airport into the sultry Dornish air, feeling the sun's heat embrace you like an old friend. The group has already assembled—Criston Cole, tall and charismatic, with a smirk and brash humour; Alicent Hightower, elegant and serene, her presence calming like the ocean breeze you can already feel; Laena Velaryon, with hair as wild as the ocean, whose laughter is contagious; and her brother Laenor, who immediately makes you feel at ease with a light hug and smile.

And then there's Gwayne.

You notice him standing off to the side, leaning against the huge rental car (thank the Gods Rhaenyra is rich), a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he catches sight of you. He has an air of effortless charm, like someone who doesn't need to try too hard to make an impression—and from the way his eyes linger on you and your heart races, it's clear that he's made one on you.

“Welcome to Dorne,” he says, extending a hand to help you with your luggage. His touch is firm yet gentle, and you feel an unexpected thrill at the contact.

“Thanks,” you manage, smiling back. “It’s good to be here.”

Rhaenyra claps her hands, pulling everyone’s attention back to her. “Alright, folks! Let’s get this party started!” Criston whoops loudly, winding his arms around yours and Alicent's shoulders, walking towards the car.

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The massive beach house you’re staying in is a dream come true. Nestled on the coast with a panoramic view of the glittering sea, it has enough room for everyone, plus some. The ocean breeze filters through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of salt and orange blossoms.

Your days quickly fall into a blissful rhythm. Each morning begins with a lazy breakfast on the terrace, the laughter and chatter of your friends setting the tone for the rest of the day. Rhaenyra is the queen of leisure, leading the group in a daily swim as soon as the sun reaches its peak.

One afternoon, as you laze under the sun, you find yourself alongside Gwayne. He's reclined on a deck chair next to you, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the sun’s glare. The two of you have drifted into a companionable silence, occasionally exchanging thoughts about the holiday.

“Do you ever feel like you belong in a place you’ve never been to before?” he asks suddenly, turning to you. The sincerity in his voice surprises you.

You nod, considering his words. “Yeah, I do. There’s something about Dorne—it's different from anywhere else.”

Gwayne smiles, his gaze thoughtful. “I think you fit here. With us.”

The words make your heart skip a beat. You hold his gaze, the air between you charged with an unspoken understanding.

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Nighttime in Dorne is a different beast altogether. The group descends upon the local beach bars, eager to get as drunk as possible on zesty cocktails.

Criston, ever the instigator, orders round after round of drinks for the group, insisting on trying every concoction on the menu. The Valyrian Blaze cocktail is bright red, spicy, and strong enough to burn as it goes down, while the Winterfell Chill is a stark contrast, with its cool minty freshness. You yourself favour the delicious Dornish wines, the Stormlands sangria taking the cake.

You find yourself next to Gwayne again, both of you leaning against the bar, both trying a drink that seems to be some unholy blend of dragonfruit and tequila. The laughter from your friends fills the air, mixing with the sound of the waves crashing in the distance and tropical music playing in the bar.

"These are dangerous," you comment, swirling the colourful drink in your glass.

Gwayne chuckles, taking a sip from his own glass. "That's the point, isn’t it? To let loose and forget about everything for a while."

His eyes lock onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine.

"I suppose you're right," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the night wears on, the drinks take effect. Everyone is dancing now, the rhythmic beats of the music vibrating through the air. You join in, feeling the weight of your worries lift as you move to the rhythm, hips swaying, and sandals gliding across the floor.

At some point, Gwayne finds you on the dance floor, his movements in sync with yours. There's a magnetism between you, an undeniable pull that keeps drawing you closer. The music slows, and without missing a beat, he slips an arm around your waist, guiding you in a gentle sway.

The sun is setting as you and the group make your way back to the beach house. The day has been long, but the energy is still buzzing among your friends. As you approach the entrance, you hear Rhaenyra’s voice rise above the chatter.

"Right, everyone, it's surfing and a seafood meal out tomorrow!"

Everyone sounds out their approval, and plans are quickly made for an early morning departure. But for now, the night is still young, and you find yourself wandering the grounds outside of the beach house, needing a moment to yourself whilst the others head to bed.

Or at least you think you're alone until you hear footsteps on the sand behind you.

"Couldn't sleep?" Gwayne's voice cuts through the darkening sky, smooth and inviting. He steps into view, and even in the low light, you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Just needed some air," you admit, sighing lightly. "It's been a long day."

He nods, falling into step beside you. Wordlessly, his hand slips into yours and guides you towards the Water Gardens that lie adjacent to the beach house. Together, you walk through the gardens, the scent of jasmine and sea salt heavy in the air. There’s a tranquillity here that contrasts with the vibrant chaos of earlier, and it offers a quiet intimacy between you and Gwayne.

"These gardens are beautiful," you muse, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gwayne stops walking, turning to face you fully. "They are," he agrees, his gaze steady on yours. "But not as beautiful as you." His hand comes up to gently brush some hair from your face and rests on your blushing cheek.

The words hang between you, heavy with meaning. In the next breath, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both gentle and insistent. It’s a moment that feels like it’s been building from the instant you laid eyes on each other, a culmination of unspoken desire fuelled by the Dornish summer.

Gwayne pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and you can feel the heat radiating from him like the sun you’ve spent all day under. His hands are firm on your back, anchoring you against him in a way that feels both possessive and tender.

Before you realize it, you're backing up toward the edge of the garden where a small, secluded pool lies hidden among the lush foliage. The water shimmers under the sunset, inviting and cool.

Gwayne breaks the kiss first, his breathing uneven, eyes searching yours for permission. There’s a question in his gaze, an unspoken invitation to take this moment further.

You answer with a nod, slipping off your purple sun dress as he unclothes, and with a shared smile, the two of you slip into the water. It’s cool against your sun-warmed skin, a welcome reprieve. The coolness tingles against the building fire between your legs.

Gwayne pulls you into him again, his lips tracing a path down your neck as you wrap your arms around him. The water laps around you, creating a rhythm that matches the steady pulse of your heart. His hands explore your body with a reverence that makes you feel cherished, desired in a way that’s almost intoxicating.

Gasping lightly, you reach beneath the water to feel his cock, hard and thick in your hands. He moans against your neck, standing on the floor of the pool, pushing you up against the pool wall. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, moaning as his hardness presses against your aching pussy.

He looks at you, asking if he can continue. You nod slightly, feeling a shiver of lust as his hands grip your ass tight and his cock nudges against your slickness. He pushes inside smoothly, holding you tightly for what feels like an age as your pussy flutters around him. He murmers sweet words into your hair, caressing you, cherishing you.

"You feel divine, you look divine, my angel, let me make you feel good." Gwayne rumbles against your lips. You nod desperately, feeling so full and loved.

He thrusts against your wetness, sending the cool shimmering water rippling. Your head lolls back, lips parted, as Gwayne bestows kiss after kiss on your tender neck and collarbone as his cock pounds your pussy hard in a measured pace.

His fingers sneak between your legs to touch your clit reverently. Gwayne circles your clit delicately, and whilst you enjoy his worship, you want more.

You kiss him, hard, and bite his lip, not hard but enough to make his eyes widen.

"Gwayne," you beg. "Fuck me, please. I need you to show me how much you want me." Your pussy weeps as his hips slam harder. He leans over you, eyes ablaze and a smirk curling across his lips. You mewl helplessly.

"My angel, I'd love nothing more." He snaps his hips, rubbing your clit more urgently now. You feel the warmth of an orgasm licking inside as his teeth brand marks across your neck. Your fingernails scratch against his muscled back as Gwayne moans.

The water ripples quicker now as he fucks you hard and fast, kissing across your cheeks and nose.

"My pretty baby," he rasps. "So good for me, pussy so good for my cock. Gonna cum, gotta make you cum my angel."

You cry out in agreement, hips bucking wildly as his fingers and cock draw out a searing orgasm from you. His head falls to your shoulders as he cums, thick white cum filling up inside you.

You both stay there for a while, kissing each other softly and stroking hands through each others hair. Gwayne's eyes are shining in the moonlight as you seal your lips under the stars.

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The next morning, the pair of you are greeted with whoops and hollers from the rest of the group as you walk into the kitchen hand in hand. You bashfully smile as Gwayne proudly kisses your cheek. Criston pats him on the back in congratulations.

"I'll make you an iced coffee." Gwayne says, pecking your lips. Laena pretends to gag but throws a cheeky smile at you.

Rhaenyra sidles up next to you, offering you a brioche, looking far too smug. You roll your eyes.

"Glad you came now?" She asks, hip bumping you. You glance over at Gwayne, who is chatting with Laenor but looking at you reverently.

"Yes I am."

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AN: the way i was kicking my own damn feet writing this. it has been a scorcher in england today (at least for me lol) so got inspired to write a summery sexy fic for darling gwayne. check out my masterlist for more modern aus and sexy fun! send requests and feedback plz love u xx 🍒

[katt-sports]

I AM DECEASED /POS

more content coming soon, maybe