#tgc smut

[bl0gnymph]

thoughts?

-based on a convo me and my friend had earlier.

Issac is definitely the most bottom-top out there. JUST IMAGINE. Sweet missionary sex with him, gentle thrusts slowly get more jerky and rough as he gets closer. His head falls to your shoulder with just little whimpers of “mm doing so good for me.” UGHHH. Alternatively, you ride him while he gets all needy and grips your hips moving you to meet his thrusts, and every time you jump up and down on his dick with force he whimpers and lets out little gasps.

I will write a full piece later but just take this as a gift for now.

[nalyniavadelletargaryen]

Aegon II, drunk: Do you think our dragons ever get water hungry?…

Aemond, also drunk: You mean thirsty?

*Aegon staring at him blankly*

Aegon II: …no, .water hungry.

Aemond:….I've got to stop hoping for intelligent conversations with you.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Could I request Aegon II x wife!reader, where after B&C but before Rook’s Rest, Aegon and wife!reader are stressed by the war and loss and blame each other, and end up sorta hate-fucking/make-up sex on the small council table. Knife kink would also be a plus.

Misery & Forgiveness.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen!Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,351.

WARNINGS: references to grief/loss [of a child], mourning, mentions of death, p in v sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, degradation kink, swearing, knife kink, breeding kink, angst!!!!!!

A/N - in light of the official trailer and seeing my angsty anguished man, this request seems very fitting to write for. let me ease your mind baby 💖🙏🏻 also belated little birthday shout out to one of my dearest friends on this hell site @bucknastysbabe thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and changing my life, ily xoxo

Mayhaps if Aegon had been there, if he had only just stayed in the confines of the Keep, his presence, a formidable one, by your side and the accompanying guards at your ever close bay, mayhaps, your firstborn son would still be present... Breathing.

"It's your fault, Aegon... Your fucking fault."

The arctic tone in your broken voice was tangible enough to make Aegon tense. Lke venom to a wound, his body stiffened with each word you had uttered.

It felt as though time had ceased since the awful, bloodshed night: gradually losing any ounce of sense, struggling to recollect except for fragments of the tragedy itself. The torment deranging your mind, with the thickened concoction of grief, sadness and rage. Rage you inflicted towards no one other than Aegon, himself. The same Aegon, who had proclaimed his everlasting love and duty towards you, and the children you may bear in future. A man that took his place as King, and ultimately his royal vows before the omnipresence of the Gods and man, who promised to protect, preserve and honour your place as his wife.

There was once a time, you had undoubtedly believed this: clinging to his every word with such certainty. Only to be led astray with the brutality of reality.

"His blood, Aegon... His innocent blood is on your hands. Make no mistake, the guilt you bear will be a punishment the Gods see fit—"

Desolately, you sat slumped amongst the furnished, wooden seats of the once purposeful Council chambers, which now felt as though the vast hollow and emptiness of the room itself, was nothing beyond a swallowing void, with no other purpose than as proving to be an empty room amongst the many strewed along the endless, stony corridors. In your bare hands, the torn, lifeless fabric, the same cloth that your beloved eldest born had worn that same night, laid carefully sprawled against your lap. Remnants of maroon messily stained across the soft fabric: twisted as it was, the realisation that his scent still remained lively brought a wave of reassurance and calm over you. A warmth that you had once felt when you would, or could, hold him in your arms.

"My baby boy—"

"Ours... He was our son, Y/N. You do well not to forget that you are not the only one grieving."

The naked palms of your hands stung raw against the sturdy timbre of the table. Radiating what felt like the heat of the past year's summer, seeping with vexation. Standing your ground, as you steadily focused solely on your defeated husband sat upon the opposing end. Aegon had an odd way of displaying any emotion that was not remotely intertwined with lust or desire. He loved you, you could not deny this nor did he ever expel the love for his children, however when it came to the raw, harsh realities faced by the cruel hands of the Gods... Aegon was a different man.

"Fuck you! May the Gods sentence you to fucking Hell, Aegon. For the crimes you've committed to this family. For the torment you've elicit unto us. Failed not only as a King, though as a father..."

With a sudden snap of his neck, a rapid instinct to his movement, Aegon reciprocated his attention towards you. Glaring at you since you'd been summoned into the council chambers. Although his violet eyes seemed foreign, as though they belonged to a strange onlooker. For the manner in which he saw you now, was one he had never invoked before. Aegon often looked towards you with lust, love and affection. His gentle eyes seemed to exhibit a persistent warmth onto you, and yet now... His presence was ever so chilling.

"Is that so? Is that truly what you think of me?"

Despite the sincerity in your words, silence was all that you could muster. With now merely droplets of grief swelling in your eyes, as you weakly let them stream down... How the Gods could be so cruel, for how much of your son was mirrored in Aegon's face.

"Come here," the unwavering note in his husky voice was deceitful enough to compel you to do so, finding yourself standing before the man you embraced as husband.

As Aegon stood formidably, his hand slowly noticed towards his waist, before pulling out the dagger that had rested on his belt in its leather red sheath.

Trepidation had succumbed, taking a step back in reluctant defence, although Aegon's free hand had gripped your wrist instinctively, holding onto for dear life.

"Do not think that your words will go unpunished just because you are my wife... Need I remind you of the etiquette you are to show me. The respect I'll surely fuck out of you."

Your heated breath felt retched with each heave, feeling the very effort, the sheer contraction of your muscles enabling each breath. Aegon's lavender orbs paralleled mesmerising remnants of amethyst, and yet cut just as sharp: lingering over your meek body, with a certain morbid lust.

Lifting the blade to your exposed chest, where your gown was subtle enough to tease at your accentuated bosom, its chilling steel blade petrified you, as though a winter blizzard had vanquished you. Even the very act of thinking, you had thought, would unsettle Aegon. Without so much as a warning uttered, he seized your preserved state and carved open the dress and corset with it, with a precision that proved Aegon just as much as an efficient striker as his younger brother.

"Hmm, my wife... The whore with a sharp tongue and pretty face. And these tits—"

"A-Aegon, not now—" You shakily whimpered: the hand that remained firmly gripped on your wrist, had now snaked its way around your body: with the other still tied to the dagger, explored, tracing every fine curve and crevice of your exposed front.

"Now you wish not to argue, is it? What's changed? Too stupid to fuck and fight at the same time, my sweet thing? Is this how I get you to shut up, dearest? My fat cock in that tight cunt of yours is enchanting enough for you?"

"A-Aeg, o-our baby— I-I n-need you, more than ever—"

The flat surface of the Valyrian blade had now reached further below for your liking, yet ever so cautiously with his lightest touch, hovering the glacial, flat blade over your entrance.

"Ughmf— Making a mess on your Grace's heirloom, huh? The slut that you are for your King, yes? Oh, the things that I let you get away with Y/N... Now let your King fuck the misery out of you."

Disposing the blade with a haste and harsh throw across the table, the loud clatter of it hitting against the wooden surface: Aegon's free hands, with a ferocious and swift motion lifted you atop the edge, as he hastily undid his trousers. The hard bulge had been a distinguishable sensation throughout the discourse, intentionally pressing and grinding himself against your lower abdomen and hips, needily sapping for you to feel him in his vulnerable state.

"If the Gods see it fit and bless you with another babe, it would seem that the Gods have not yet rendered me a pitiful father... And I shall prove it to you."

Vigorous thrusts that rendered you feeble and shaky, succumbing to his every bit with each overpowering movement: craving for more as his fat, pulsating cock dug itself deeper inside of you, feeling it make its burrow deeper into your cunt, deep within the pit of your stomach almost.

"Fuck, Y/N! I-I failed you, f-failed this family... L-Let me make it up now... Good girl, good slut—"

The hot mess spoiled below, spewed across your meaty thighs and Aegon's, and yet as he spilled his seed deep inside of you, caving over you as his hulking weight dropped over you with a warmth and protection that you had been yearning for since your loss.

"I meant it, Y/N... Forgive me, do not think— That I wanted this for us... Take my word, or take my life."

general taglist [bold means I could NOT tag you] - @fan-goddess @malfoytargaryen @bibli0thecary @m1ndbrand @connorsui @elegantsplendour @sylasthegrim @arcielee @s-we-e-t-t-ea @sahvlren @watercolorskyy @hypnos-daughter-certified @urmomsgirlfriend1 @backyardfolklore @snowprincesa1 @darylandbethfanforever9

Aegon ii taglist - @who-told-you-this-was-butter @f4ll-for-you @jawline-of-steel @daughter-of-the-stars11

credit for the divider - @/benkeibear

[geordikisser]

sleep | yumi x reader

epilogue: taking a nap with yumi. cuddles & cute shit. ^_^

content contains! nsfw, sleepy sex, switchy yumi. >_O

⤷ gender isn’t specific! (gender neutral.)

sfw:

♡ yumi isn’t a very pda heavy guy, he’ll hold your hand and shit but he’s awkward with physical shit in public ..

♡ he’s just annoyed when the guys make fun of him or tease him (ex. ‘IS THAT (Y/N) :-3 ?’ usually from tanner)

♡ when it is 1 on 1, he won’t hold back. he kissing everything and everywhere, saying whatever comes to his mind

♡ he isn’t as clingy as you though definitely, he won’t be all over you ( he tries not to anyway .. ^,^; ) he’s in love with you being all over him

♡ yumi is usually a big spoon, he loves absorbing you in his warmth. he hates being warm & sweaty..

♡ he loves play fighting, he miiight like a power struggle .. who knows .. \(^_^)/

♡ music in the background, you two swap between the both of you who chooses. (matt maltese is a very common artist for you two)

♡ ghibli plays on the tv as it helps him sleep personally with the calm ambience for him

♡ late night food runs are very common with him

nsfw:

♡ cock warming 100%, he loves cock warming as big spoon

♡ morning wood is his worst nightmare ( & yours mainly )

♡ his morning voice ngh. he’ll abuse this if he really wants something

♡ “god your unreal. so fucking attractive.” he’ll whisper weakly as his face is in the crook of your neck. he loves kissing and biting your neck like that

♡ he man handles your chest, that’s his favorite body part on you. he’ll play with your nipples a little bit and hear your moan sleepily.

♡ don’t tell anyone but he loved when you take initiative on him when it comes to early morning brain. crawling on top of him, taking off his boxers and even kissing him as you do. he’ll truly melt into your touch & do (mostly) everything you say.

♡ sleepy yumi is definitely more switchy when he’s sleepy, still mainly dominant but will truly let you use him

♡ LOOOVES cowgirl.

small nsfw ^,^ :

yumi whines as he finds himself rutting against you weakly. “fuck..” he pants as he grips onto you tightly. “b-babe..” he whimpers as you open your eyes weakly. “please.. i need you.” he murmurs, breath hitching as he admits that. his hands crawl up your shirt, playing with your chest. you whimpered softly at the sudden touch. “b-blake..” you grumble as he pulls you closer. “c-cmon please.” he whines as you smile, you turn to him and cup his rose tinted cheeks and kiss him passionately. “my poor baby. are you pent up, blake?” you coo at him, sitting up. straddling onto his lap. he nods as he squeezes his eyes shut. you tug at the waist band of his boxers and fling out his cock. “so big and hard. don’t worry baby, we’ll get you figured out.” you kiss his cheek as you let your spit drip down to the tip of his cock, feeling him shudder under you.

you scoot a little lower on him and lower your head down onto his length. you bobbing your head rhythmically on his cock. he gets a grip of your hair, panting as he bucks his hips into your mouth. you moan slightly from the sudden push. you lick the sides of his shaft, suckling a little as you reached up to his tip. making eye contact with him as you did, his gaze half-lidded and filled with lust. after a bit, you fiddle with his balls slightly just hear some noise out of him. he begins to drool as his eyes are squeezed shut. his panting becoming more frantic and wavy. you lift up your head and wipe your mouth from the drool that surround it. you put your undies to the side and slowly lower yourself onto him. he gets a grab of your hips practically bruising them as he thrusts into you. you place your hands on his chest, gripping his shoulders a little. his thrust becoming more desperate.

you lower your head to give him a little kiss and he moves his hands up to the small of your back to continue thrust into you but also to pull you closer into him. drool drips down your jaw from his desperate he was. “fuckk—“ he groans as he lets his head fall back. “m’gonna cum baby..” he meets your gaze once again. “cum.. please cum in me.” you smile weakly as that is enough for him to bust his load within a minute or two. his chest pattern indifferent as he pulls you closely. letting his cum marinate in you basically.

[idealoblivion]

telling isaac that you are going to eat him out later bc he looks hot in his outfit

he just laughs “okay baby, whatever you say”

next thing you know isaac is on his back with your thighs spread across his shoulders, pussy planted on his face, body draped over his slowly jerking him off bc you cant focus on anything other than the way his tongue feels against your clit working you to your orgasm

or the feeling of his fingers holding tight the fat of your ass so he can keep his mouth on you

or how his thigh keeps tensing under ur hand when u rub ur thumb over his sensitive tip

or the vibrations of him whining and groaning into you getting you closer and closer to the edge

inspired by @ohbabydollie ‘s jschlatt x masc!fem!reader thingy

uhm never written this stuff b4 plz forgive if shit - c

[f444wning]

I plan on (hopefully) dropping a chapter of a short modern!aegonxreader series that I'm starting tomorrow. The concept of a frat drug dealer Aeg is inspiring me so HARD. I know I said I'd do an Aemond one next so please forgive me. I swear he's next after this!

[slvtforyumi]

“just nervous”

yumi x female reader smut.

contents - it's blake and y/ns first time and y/n is very nervous about not performing good enough for him.

warnings~ smut, swearing, use of pet names, lower caps intended!!! enjoy!!

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y/n and blake had never had sex before, they had kissed, cuddled but had never done anything intimate with each other, apart from one hot make out sesh that lasted 10 seconds at most, blake has had sex before so he wasn’t nervous about his performance but y/n had never done anything because she had never found the right person to give her virginity to, until she found blake.

blake knew that y/n wasn't ready and had always promised her that he'll wait as long as it will take until she's ready, it would sometimes end up with him getting a bit carried away by starting to kiss down her neck and let his hands wander between her thighs until she'd tell him she's still not ready, and he'd understand which she always admired about him, how he would always listen and manage to control himself for her.

today things were feeling a bit different for y/n, she walked into her and blake's shared bedroom, which had unfortunately been decorated by blake with rugs on the wall since moving into the new house, and she found him sitting at his desk working on something at his computer, he turned around when he heard the noise of the door closing behind her.

"oh hey baby" he said to her while tapping his thigh hinting for her to come over, she sat on his lap, legs dangling either side of the chair and putting her face into his neck "hey" she said with her voice being muffled, blake started to stoke up and down her back which made her moan softly into his neck. the little noise she let out took blake by surprise considering it was only a small touch.

she looked up at him as they stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds until blake decided to break the silence "can i kiss you, please?” he asked her as his hand went up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking it, "of course" y/n whispered out, as soon as she replied blake pulled her into a deep kiss letting his hands travel down towards her hips holding her in place on his lap, as they continued kissing, y/n unknowingly began to grind down onto blake's thighs moaning while she did so, blake took the hint and began to slowly kiss down her neck, leaving some love marks behind for her to find in the morning, "blake....? think i'm ready" she breathed out while he pulled away from her neck looking back into her eyes, "are you sure?" he asked her cautiously "because baby i'll wait however lon-." he managed to spit out before he was cut off by y/n pulling him back into a deep and passionate kiss, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck “i'm sure, i promise" she whispered in his ear.

blake took this opportunity and ran with it and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist whiles he walked them both over to their shared bed, his grip still tight on her waist. He then placed her gently on the double bed and began to kiss down her neck again, y/n's hands find their way to the bottom of blake's shirt and attempted to lift it off, he got the hint she was throwing his way and removed his shirt as y/n removes hers own as well, blake makes his way down to her hips pulling down the black shorts that she had been wearing leaving her only in her underwear, he then focuses on removing his sweatpants leaving him also very exposed to the girl infront of him. He then begins to wrap his hands around y/n's back attempting to undo the clasp of her bra, which suddenly comes undone, she lets out a small gasp as her boyfriend begins to attack her breast with his mouth, he starts to lick and softly bite at her nipple and flicking the other with his hands, "fuck.. blake" y/n let out with a breathy moan, she had never felt anything like this before, this was a new found feeling for her causing her hands to grab onto his brown locks for support, one of his hands travel down to the inside of her thighs slowly going up towards her now soaking wet core, he looked up at her "can i?" he asked for her permission before touching her "mhmm" she managed to let out, "i'm going to need to hear your words princess" he said to her, lust filling his voice, "yes blake" she managed to get out and as soon as she did he pulled her black lace panties down and threw them somewhere across the room, his face went back up to meet hers as he entered a finger into her, a loud moan escaped y/n's lips and in a state of embarrassment she covers her mouth with her hands and shut her eyes until she felt blake's free hand remove hers from her mouth "no baby, i wanna hear how good i make you feel" he demanded causing y/n to feel even more shy, pulling her into another passionate kiss blake then inserted another finger into her making y/n moan into the kiss, she could feel an unfamiliar but pleasurable knot growing in her stomach, she started to draw her nails up blake's back leaving many red, burning scratch marks, lewd moans kept escaping her mouth as blake was now attacking her neck again, "b.. blake i think i'm gonna cum" she moaned out and as she felt the knot growing even bigger, blake pulled out his fingers giving her a smug smirk as she pouted her lips confused as to why he would stop all of a sudden "be patient princess" he said to her as he began to lower his boxers, his hard dick sprung out of his boxers, red and leaking with precum clearly aching for some sort of relief, he aligned himself up with her dripping hole and asked her "are you sure your ready?" while looking her in the eyes

"i'm sure" she replied to him. he started entering himself slowly to make sure he didn't hurt the smaller girl infront of him, y/n winced at the pain that her boyfriend was unintentionally causing her "are you okay? do you want me to stop?" blake asked her softly “n.. no i'm okay" she said to him in a hushed tone, he began to enter himself even further until he eventually managed to fully insert himself.

"f-fu-ckk" was all blake could let out as he started to adjust to the tightness, he started to thrust into her slowly and gentle, y/n gripped his shoulders and started letting out loud breathy moans, "f.. fast.. faster please" she begged him in which he listened and began to pick up his pace, the room was filled with the noise of skin slapping and lewd moans, blake's attention went back to y/n's neck once again as he started leavings love bites on the other side of her neck that was not for long unmarked, y/n's nails scratching down blake's back and her other hand was grabbing onto his hair,

"b.. blake i.. think i'm close" she almost yelled out to him and she felt the now familiar knot from earlier form in her stomach again "just hold on baby" he whispered into her ear as he sped up the pace and went a little more rough than he was before, making the pleasure more intense for the both of them, as both of them come close to their climaxes y/n pulls blake back in for one more deep kiss as they both come to the end of their high, moaning into each other mouths blake's pace becomes slower and sloppier as they both finish. as they come down from the high blake places his forehead on y/n's and whispers "i love you" sweetly into her ear “i love you more" she whispers back,

"let's go get cleaned up hm?" he says as he gets up off the bed and picks up her as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the shower.

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[idksmtms]

I’ve just watched the video TGC did for Squaremile and that one shot of him sitting on the couch man-spreading is so Capitol Elite!Aegon I can’t. I NEED to write another Hunger Games AU with him.

[yumiis]

yumi nsfw?? maybe best friends pining over each other until they can’t take it anymore??? passionate kisses and touches and hickies perhaps… :3c

OK HUGE this is my first nsfw rq, so i might be kinda rusty?? forgive me if this isn't good :,) I PROMISE ILL GET BETTER AT WRITING FULL ON NSFW BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I CAN GIVE ☹️

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genre; suggestive but fluffy

type; headcanons

cw // 17+ only. suggestive themes, leaving hickies

read below.

Every single one of the guys in TGC knew that you and Blake had a thing for each other. However, neither of you ever acted on it. It was killing the both of you.

You both got the house to yourselves. Just for a night. The rest of the boys had gone to a bar, which Blake opted out of; he had other plans.

Blake decided it would be best if he just ripped the bandaid off quickly rather than slowly. He got your attention, quickly pouring his heart out to you.

"Look, Y/n, I've had my eyes set on you since the first day we met. I've never been more infatuated with someone, and I really, really want you to be mine, and I'll be yours," He thought it was cheesy, but he figured it'd come across as more endearing. "If you'll have me."

You were floored. You felt the exact same, and by God you needed him. "Of course I'll have you. I feel the same, I just, I didn't know how to say," He cut you off by putting his hands on your waist. "You don't need to say anything."

He pulled you closer to him, your height difference now becoming a bit more obvious.

He started by running his hands up and down your waist, simply just admiring you. He'd wanted this for so long.

Before you could do anything, he moved his head downwards to start leaving marks and soft kisses on your neck and jawline. They'd definitely be noticeable to the boys, but you really didn't care at this point.

He'd started littering your neck with blue and brown bruises, something he'd wanted to do for a long time.

Blake sighed, "'Y don't even know how long I've been waiting, baby," He paused, "Come on." He lead you to his bedroom, moving you so that you both sat on his bed. You were straddling his lap, almost sitting down on him. He stared slightly upwards at you, "God, look at how pretty you are."

He lifted your shirt, pulling it off of you. Blake breathed slowly, his warm breath meeting your stomach.

"You're so pretty, baby." You smiled as you leaned down closer to his face, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. He smiled into the kiss, shutting his eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You started to grind down onto his lap; maybe you needed this just as much as he did.

Blake pulled away from the kiss, groaning a bit. "Be patient honey, we'll get there."

[kingaegond]

Young Gaius Julius Caesar x Reader (Eros)

Warnings: Innacurate history, Injury, Blood, P in V sex, +18

Gaius woke up in the middle of nowhere, from his calcullations, he assumed he was in Greece... The battle had been lost, but he would try again and again until he avenged his father Caesar, and then he would accomplish so much more. He wouldn't rest until he was Emperor.

He suddenly felt the warm liquid on his forehead and realized he was bleeding so he rested upon a tree, trying to gain strenght and come up with a plan.

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She went out to pick up some berries, the sun was glowing in the sky and the day looked as peaceful as any other. She was walking around when she saw him. Eros. He was absolutely beautiful, he was dressed as a roman soldier, but his beauty was so, that she thought he must be divine. She hid behind a tree, she thought if he saw her, he would dissapear.

Then she saw the snake going closer to the man. She wanted to tell him, but if he was Eros, he was immortal, it surely wouldn't be a problem... But then the snake bite him and he winced in pain, he steadfastly held his sword and cut the snake in two, but the poison was already in his bloodstream.

She realized he was a human and ran to help him.

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-Fuck… fuck...

The poison hurt, his leg felt on fire. He thought he was allucinating when he saw her. Suddenly, in front of him a goddess to take him to other realm. Her long hair traced all the way to her waist as the fabric of her white dress clung desperately at her every curve.

-Allow me... I can help...- She spoke sweetly.

He murmured a soft yes and the lady fell to her knees and started sucking the poison. Her hands on his leg and her mouth on his thight, he thought it must be a fever dream.

She sucked the poison and drank the blood, as she knew such thing could not harm her.

Gaius couldn't help himself and started caressing her soft hair as she drank him, his leg starting to feel better, the burning pain turning into burning pleasure as she drank more and more.

She suddenly stopped, sure he was no longer in danger.

-Thank you - He said as he caressed her face and cleaned his blood of her plump lips with his fingers.

-It's alright, you'll be well in a few days...- She smiled at him.

She help him stand and they walked to her place. It was small, cozy and near the sea.

She poured a glass of wine for Gaius and he drank.

-

A few days passed as they layed on the beach, drink wine and talked to eachother about things they wouldn't tell anyone else.

He knew he would have to return to Rome, but staying with her was all he wanted.

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-May I take you to Rome? - He whispered behind her ear.

- I'll go anywhere you want me to. -She smiled.

Gaius kissed her hungrily as he had been wanting to do since he first saw her. She kissed him back, parting her lips as to allow his tongue. Soon, their clothes were on the floor and her hips were around his.

He put her on the table and started sucking her right nipple, she whimpered as he sucked and lapped at each of her breast. Then, he took her, using the table as leverage, he pounded into her. Both of them kissing away their moans as they pursued their peak again and again.

[kerjaath]

pls more yumi content literally brainrotting over him rn ill take anything 🙏🤲 LOL

Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

It's you and Yumi's anniversary. But, even in happiness, something just has to go wrong…

reader lives in tgc house

no reader gender specified

word count: 1.3

AN: hello anonnnnn :3333 yes OFC ill make more Yumi content 🤤 honestly same tho, i loooove to brainrot over Yum-sters.. also this fic has LIIIIIIGGGHHHTTTTTT angst :3 its not enough where im going to tag it as angst, but its the smallest ittiest bittiest of angst lol, so might as well warn. ALSO to anyone who has sent in a request: ill hopefully get them done soon!!! school has been a big roadblock in writing (always has, always will be lol), so hopefully by next week ill have sm posted :333 tysmmmm for patience yippie!!! sorry for long AN im such a yapper :3

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The day marked your anniversary with Yumi.

You knew exactly how you wanted to celebrate it with him: convice the boys to get Yumi out the house for a few hours so that you could bake a banger of a homemade cake to surprise him with!

You had been secretly practicing your baking and decorating skills for a while now. From watching endless "tips and tricks" videos on youtube, to even sneaking out to a local bakery that provided cake decorating classes. You had this in the bag.

You woke up early in the morning, slowly leaning off the bed and tiptoeing out the door to the bathroom. You took a looong shower, and even longer searching for the best outfit to wear for the occasion.

As you walked back into your room after getting dressed, you picked up your phone off the charger, checking your notifications. Yumi started to stir, waking up from his slumber and leaning out of bed. He embraced you from behind, his hands slinking to your waist as he snuggled his head into the back of your neck.

"Good morning," you let out a light laugh, lifting your hand to rub his cheek and hair behind you. You clicked your phone off, sliding it into your pocket.

"You smell so good.." Yumi yawned, his voice low from fatigue.

"Thank you!" You smiled, turning your head to the side to see him. You couldn't help but lean into his embrace.

"Happy Anniversary," Yumi lifted his head, kissing your cheek.

"Happy Anniversary," You repeated. Yumi let go of you and started to inch to his dresser to dig for a change of clothes. You left the room to give him privacy.

As you walked out, you could already hear your housemates in the livingroom. You walked down the hall, and sparked into a chat with them, going over the pre-discussed plan. When you heard the whine of the door to you and Yumi's room, you quieted down and acted natural, separating from the others to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

You could already hear Larry and Tanner asking Yumi to go out to the mall with them, and you held back a laugh.

After a while, the three left and Isaac and Nick stayed home with you.

As soon as you heard the car leave the driveway, you bolted to the fridge, pushing past the boxes of Bodyarmor and jars of different jams and pickles to grab the hidden pack of strawberries and whipped cream. Nick dug in the cabinet for everything else you needed beside you, Isaac standing at the kitchen counter, pulling out bowls and measuring cups.

With everything arranged on the counter, you clapped your hands together in thought.

"Okay, let's get this started!" You smiled, joyously going ahead to grab a pack of flour. Nick and Isaac stood on stand-by, available to aid you whenever you needed but giving you enough space to work.

You feverishly baked, making a delicious handmade vanilla cake and whipped frosting. When it was time to start decorating, you carefully cut slabs of strawberries and piped out the blinding white frosting.

The cake was perfect, and you couldn't help but beam at your craft. Isaac and Nick helped you transport it into the fridge, and you went ahead and texted Larry and Tanner that you were finished up.

While waiting for the two to bring Yumi back to the house, you slumped onto the couch and around a half hour or so of scrolling on your phone, you heard the clack of the front door, and jumped up.

Yumi walked inside the house first, his hand behind his back. You turned your head sideways as your eyebrow raised.

"And what is that.." An impish smile formed on your mouth.

"Oh, nothing," Yumi looked at the ceiling, acting clueless. He couldn't hold back his own smile.

You back off and into the kitchen, everyone else besides you and Yumi going back to their rooms for the rest of the day until dinner time. Yumi slid the bags he held on the floor by the counter. You couldn't see them from behind the counter where you stood.

"I have a surprise for you," You turned around to face the fridge.

"As do I," Yumi replied. "You go first, of course."

You opened the fridge, retrieving the cake you meticulously worked on. You spun around, showing the cake off to Yumi. His jaw dropped, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Oh my god, you made that?!?" He practically shouted, leaning over the kitchen counter to see it closer.

You pulled the cake back toward you, and walked to the corner of the counter, going to set it infront of Yumi.

Now, you always considered yourself not particularly a clumsy person, and you could swear that you had the cardboard base of the cake held tightly, but when you stepped forward and your foot got caught on essentially nothing, the cake sliding right off the base and to the ground, you couldn't help but second guess yourself.

You both stood there, staring at the new mess on the ground. You felt your eyes sting, cheeks starting to go numb. You couldn't even make an interjection.

Yumi in the moment tried to reach for the cake, but ultimately missed. His hand retracted back to himself, and he looked at you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he quickly ran over the cake and held your shoulder, grabbing your face to look at him. "Look at me. It's okay"

"I.." your eyes drifted back to the cake, tears already streaming down. Yumi tugged at your head again, making your eyes refocus on him.

"Don't even look at that. Look at me, its okay." His face went serious, and he lifted his hand to wipe your tears. He leaned to kiss your forehead

"I'm so sorry, Yumi, i.." You started up again, but he shushed you.

"Forget about it, it's okay. I should've caught it anyway," he kept his head on top of yours, closing his eyes as he rested on you.

"No, no, it's not your fault," You spoke, nesting under him.

"Hey, You know what, now my surprise will work out," He lifted his head and looked at you, smiling.

"What do you mean?" He walked back to the bag he set down earlier, lifting it onto the counter. He dug into it, took out a large white box, and set it on the counter in front of you.

"What is.." you started, looking at the box confused.

"Just open it," Yumi leaned on the counter, smiling. You brought your hands up, quickly wiping your face as you sniffled and opened the box.

Inside was a heart-shaped pink cake absolutely covered in icing flowers. In the middle was iced "I love you so much". You gasped, cupping your mouth and feeling the tears stream down your face once again.

"Oh my god, Yumi-" you turned and crashed right into a hug with him, embracing him as you sobbed tears of joy, love, and frustration into his chest. He laughed, patting your back as he hugged you back.

You backed off, and Yumi turned back around to take a small box out of the bag and moved the cake box aside, sliding the smaller one infront of you.

"You didn't have to get me a gift," you laughed. He just smiled and urged you to open it. The box was white with a thin, bright ribbon. You slipped the ribbon off, lifting the top of the box off to reveal an ornate, absolutely beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of a heart.

"Aweee.." you cooed, taking it out of the box and admiring it in your hands. Yumi just smiled, and kissed your forehead.

"I knew you'd like it.. here, let me see it," You gave him the necklace and turned around. He reached the necklace around your neck, clasping it on. You reached up to it and touched it to your fingers.

When you turned back to him, you couldn't help but just.. stare at him. The love that overwhelmed your body would never quell.

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[nalyniavadelletargaryen]

*Y/N walking around the Red Keep*

Y/N: Aeg, why are you following me?

Aegon II: Mother told me to follow my heart.

Y/N, confused: That doesn't answer my question-. Oh?!

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

SUMMARY: Based on this anonymous request…

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - posted this originally on my side kink blog [ @aegoniiwifey ], however since it’s not so explicitly kink-related and I’m also really proud of this fic, I thought I would post it here too ☺️ hope you all enjoy this naughty read!

credit to the original creators of the artworks/images.

The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

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[geordikisser]

comforting you! | isaac, nick & blake

epilogue: continuation from my hcs post! :-D i previously made one of tanner & larry if you’re interested in that piece as well! basically something very personal came up. sorry if yumis sucks 😞😞 i failed u all..

content contains! angst, suggestive ( yumi )

⤷ gender isn’t specific! (gender neutral.)

♡ isaac: you clenched your teeth as tears poured down your cheeks. you would rather be caught dead than like this. you feel your face heat up, audibly sobbing a little too. you shakily reach for your phone and swallow your pride and called isaac. you knew you being alone isn’t what you needed. as you even clicked the call icon, you hear a knock on the door. your heart drops as you quickly wipe your face dry instantly. “yes?” your voice being drowned out from your tear & snot stained shirt. “baby? i’m coming in, ok?” that loving, honey-dripping voice made your heart flutter. “i-isaac?” you accidentally stammer out. he opens the door and gives you a goofy smile. “i got food, did you not see your phone?” his smile falls as he furrows his brows. “baby? what’s wrong.” he notices his phone ringing from you and he felt so horrible. “my poor baby, let me hold you.” he ushers towards you and sits besides you instantly, his arms opening to embrace you.

you felt those familiar tears well up once again and you fall into the embrace. “i missed you so much!” you sob out as he shushes you gently. “i’m here baby, i’m here. don’t ever worry, i’ll always be here.” he hums to you. your breath hitching as you try to recollect yourself. “i know me being gone for 20 minutes didn’t do this. what’s up.” he pulls away, wiping your tears away. you sigh, shuddering slightly. “i- can’t get into that.” you murmured under your breath slightly. he nods, his face meeting your own. “i’m so ugly.” you cover your face, shying away from him. he instantly pulls you back. “no you aren’t. you’re beautiful. you are a thing of beauty. never once have i ever doubt that.” he kisses you cheeks, tracing down to your jaw. “i love you so much my beautiful baby.” he lies you down and wipes the rest of your tears away. his tender hand meeting your worn out face. “you don’t need to tell me anything, okay? but i’d love to know.” he kisses your jaw continuously. “you are ok, i promise baby.” he whispers to you. “i’ll tell the guys to save food for you, okay?” you nod weakly, your hand interlocking with his own. your thumb rubbing on the back of his hand. his gaze being a soft, reassuring one.

♡ nick: you felt uneasy, you were feeling everything but yourself. nick was coming back from the gym as this panic rises in your chest. you feel the heat in your face become unbearable, overwhelming, and started to cry. you began to weep and weep quietly from how overwhelmed you were. you felt so hot and itchy and crazy. you tried to pull your hair back away from your face and couldn’t process anything properly. you chewed on your bottom lip as you began to sob. as the front door jingles, a familiar key sound following it. you recollect yourself and try to stand up, your body lying on the cold floor in the living room. the door opens and nicks eyes are instantly on you. “babe?” he drops his gym bag instantly. closing the door behind him and locking it right after. he rushes towards you and brings you to your feet, instantly falling into his arms. “hey hey hey! what’s up.” he asks worryingly, seating you two on the couch. you crawl close. as close as you can get to him. “i’m so sorry.” you sob into his shoulder as he shushes you. “you have nothing to be sorry for, look at me honey.” your breath hitching as you pull away to look at him.

“what happened, baby? tell me.” his eyes softening. “i- i feel really overwhelmed. i feel so itchy and hot and i can’t breath!” you exclaim, tugging as your shirt. he nods as he pulls your hair back for you with his steadier hands. “this heat getting to you, my dear?” he smiles weakly at you as you nod, clipping your hair back to keep off your face. “i’m sorry this heat is getting to you my pretty baby.” he kisses your temple and his hands envelope yours. “despite this heat, you look iridescent in my eyes.” he coos sweetly as you huff, looking away. “you must’ve felt so weak, i’m sorry honey. next time ill leave the ac cooler for you.” he rocks you back and forth, lifting the back of your shirt up to get some cool air up your shirt. “let’s get you in a thinner and shorter shirt, ok? this long sleeve might be getting to you.” he gestures you to stand with him and you nod. “i’ll always be here to help you, always.”

♡ blake: you reach out to yumi, shaking him awake. it was rather late and you felt like your head was gonna explode. “hmm—.. ugh, fuck.” he groans, bitterness taking his tone. “blake!” you stammer out weakly. his eyes shooting open. “what..” he groans groggily. sitting up. he turns to you and see your eyes welling up. “babe? the fuck happened?” his mouth getting the best of him. you stutter out what the dream was about as you fiddled with your hands anxiously. he nods as he takes your hands into his and uses his thumbs to caress the backs of your hands. “i’m so sorry you had to see that, baby.” he frowns slightly as he kisses your forehead, decorating your face in kisses. you let a few tears fall as he hums gently. “ahh don’t cry now, okay? you’re strong.” he grunts, squeezing your hands. “you are stronger than you know.” he looks at you, a small smile on his face. “you are so strong, babe. don’t let some dream take over that.” he kisses you once more but it’s tickled with passion. you feel your eyes soften as you melt into his kiss. you fall back onto the pillow, yumi hovering over you. his hands still in your grasp, his face heating up. “seeing you like this hurts me too. my strong baby getting fucked up by a dream? i won’t let it happen again. not on my watch.” he kisses your jaw gently, slowly tracing to your neck. you whimper softy as yumi smirks, chucking slightly. he lifts his head to to make eye contact with you. his eyes half lidded, barely opened. his gaze a mix with sleepiness and lust slightly. “i can make you forget that dream.” he offers with a grin. you giggle as you push him slightly. “stoppp..” you groan, yumi chuckling. “you strong, baby. you are so smart and loving. don’t loose that vision because of a bad dream.. i love you.”

[nyrasbloodyclover]

The way you planted the malachy granger parasites in my brain only for me to find literally NO other works w/ him 😔

Like you don’t understand what you’ve done to me I need him as my toxic older boyfriend, badly. hes so so so so so so…. Ughh

I'm so sorry anon 💔 but i totally agree with you. I need an older boyfriend, but not any older boyfriend, i need him to manipulate me 😢 this is my plea, i speak for most of the tgc fans WRITE MALACHY FICS I AM BEGGING

[sykokilljoyy]

slowburn blurb

something sweet hung softly in the air as he opened his eyes, the scent of her clinging to both his skin, and the covers that felt light against his body. sleep had made a home in his mind overnight and was slowly clearing as the timid sunlight slipped into the room. it wasn’t often he woke up before alarms, on his own accord, but the way her skin felt against his was too precious to miss.

it was humble, her arm simply draped across his chest under the cotton sheets. there was no intention behind it, no drive or motive. a subconscious reach for a warmth that only his yearning skin had been able to provide. scared to move, in case her conscious swam it’s way back to the forefront of her slumber, he laid there. content. next to her, for the first time in this way.

time felt as though it had halted. as though someone way up above had felt the surge of pure joy that swelled around his heart when he felt her gentle touch. as though they handed him all the time in the world to spend with her, just for this moment.

he was content, as well, with just this. after years of pining, of his heart leaping out of his chest to be with hers, of every lyric of every song belonging to her, every horizon falling inferior to the sight of her. hell, if this passing moment of loving contact was his life supply, he could die tomorrow with a smile on his face.

and maybe, just maybe, she would swim back to his reality. opening her eyes gently in the morning light, feeling his warmth in the palm of her hand, and just maybe she wouldn’t mind it. maybe, she would draw soft nothings on his skin. maybe she would move closer...

but for now, he relished in the minuscule dose of touch she fed him. he wasn’t sure how a simple hand brushing his skin had such a sweet chokehold on him, but god, was he happy it did. laying here, in her heat, in her bed, he was more content then he’d ever been.

he was sure of it. sure that if her holding him now made his heart swell this much, that he would follow her to the ends of the earth one day, just to feel her touch.