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beary-rambles · 24 hours

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Distractions

Summary: Despite how close the two of you are you're sick of waiting around for Jace no matter how much you like him, so you decide you’re going out on a date! but he doesn't like that.

r.q: childhood friends to lovers with modern frat boy Jace and he's like rlly popular and known to go from girl to girl. reader is like really smart and different from Jace so people get surprised when they find out you two are really close. Jace is always dragging you to parties and you’re always at his football games and he gets really protective over you. idek where im going with this 😭 but w smut too, your fics are acc amazing ty for your work 🙏

w.c: 2.5k

c.w: reader has hair (unspecified type, could be a wig wtv), Jace's anger issues, idk what locker rooms look like, cregan <3, fingering (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), not proofread (as always)

a.n: I CANT STOP WRITING FOR JACE every request of him i get becomes my priority, literally when i woke up and saw this i had to get to writing it immediately like there’s smth wrong w me, anyways hope you all enjoy <3, this ones probably not my best T_T

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Knocking on the door cuts through the music playing out of your speaker while your getting ready. “Come in.” you already know who it is. Your longtime best friend and housemate Jace who comes in with a smile on his face before it turns to shock as he looks you up and down, “woah.”

You finish clamping your necklace around your neck and look at him, “what do you want?” He leans against the door with his arms crossed with an amused look. you ignore how your heart flutters at him and turn away to adjust the dress you currently had on. “i just wanted to tell you im about to head out for the game, its a little odd to get all dressed up for a football game no?” The looks falls from his face as you drop your gaze from his in the mirror and fiddle around with your hair. he says your name breathlessly as he pushes away from the frame and takes a step into the room. You finally lift your head and meet his gaze in the mirror. “I'm not going to the game tonight Jace.”

He flinches as if you had thrown something at him and stutters for a moment his face covered in pure confusion as he brings one of his hands to his neck. “what do you mean you're not coming? you always come! if this is about me eating your leftovers then im sorry i thought you left it for me-” “i have a date.”

There it is. You didn't want to tell him. Hes always been, well a little protective of you, but you mostly blame it on your introverted personality while he's more of a people person. Youve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember but he's never been interested in you not the way you wanted him to be anyways, barely staying single or without a girl on his arm for a second you don't even know the girls names or maybe that's the point. He doesn't bring them around you but you know he's with them when he returns home super late with his hair all messed up. You fear he does it on purpose, he must know you like him and he doesn't bring them around you to make you upset.

You really didn’t want to tell him. You had thought maybe he would have just left for the pregame and just shot you a text and you could have faked some sickness or have pretended to go to sleep early. You walk over to your bed sit down grabbing your shoes to put them on. His silence is off putting. and you don’t dare raise your head to look at him.

“with who?” “This guy from lab, mark.” you finish lacing your shoes and stand up, finally looking at him and noticing the blank look on his face. “Jace-” “I don’t like this. i mean i don’t even know the guy how do we know he’s not some serial killer or something? Mark? Why don’t you just push it off for a couple days, come to the game and ill find out if he’d a good guy-” “I'm going whether you like it or not.” you cut him off. You couldn’t let him stop you from forgetting about him even if it was just for a bit. You grab your purse moving to push past him only for him to grab your arm. “Jace-” “You look beautiful.” The skin where he was holding you burns. You don't say anything as he lets you go and keeps his back turned to you. “text me?”

You try to ignore the pit that forms in your stomach at his sudden change of tone. you want to say something to him, you’re not used to seeing him like this. he would usually be pestering you about how you he asked you out or did you really like him but he was quiet. The sound of a horn outside brings you back to reality and you nod at his back as if he could see you and walk out. Putting on a fake smile as your handed a nice bouquet of flowers from mark, gulping to try and swallow the pit in your stomach.

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“who the hell does this guy think he is?” His fist slams into the wall of lockers he's pacing in front of. All his gear is put on, his helmet is laying on the bench next to cregan who can only watch his best friend act like an idiot with an annoyed face. “Who the hell are you to care? Her boyfriend? No. So you have no say in it.” Jace bites his nails as he ignores the urge to hit the wall once more. “she’s my best friend.” “and? shouldn’t you be happy she’s on a date with this guy. i like mark he’s nice. what you like her or something?”

Jace ignores how is blood boils at the idea of you now sitting in your pretty dress smiling and giggling at some other guy that's not him. that doesn’t mean he likes you…. Jace attempts to come up with an excuse in his head about why he's so upset and why he's always been so upset over you going out with other guys, he usually just tells himself he's all worried about you and then he finds some girl to take you off his mind for the night…. that doesn't mean he likes you.

Cregan watches with a raised brow as Jace has an internal conflict with himself. He expected Jace to turn to him and admit it but all he does is grumble to himself and grab his helmet walking away from him. “I don't like her.” Cregan just shakes his head and picks up his own helmet following after him, “that fucking idiot.”

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Mark is nice. Hes cute. He told you you could order anything you wanted off the menu since he was paying. He pays attention to you when you talk. Hes not Jace. You try your best to not think about him but you can’t help it. You wonder how the game is going, you’ve never missed one of his games. Maybe you pushed it too far and should have scheduled this date for a different day, but you know if you did Jace would have managed to convince you not to go and you would have fallen into the same cycle you always do. You nod your head and hum as mark tells you some story as you phone begins to buzz. You ignore it but it just keeps on buzzing to the point even mark looks concerned. “You can check it i don’t mind, ill use the restroom.”

You let out a hushed thank you as you check you phone to see what looked like a million texts from cregan.

‘hey i know the two of you are like fighting or wtv but you gotta see him asap.’

‘never seen him lose his mind like that’

‘got himself hurt’

‘nothing too bad but he’s bleeding’

‘know he thinks it cost us the game’

‘now he wont talk to any of us not even me’

‘think his head wasn’t in it’

‘know it’s not my place but he likes you so much’

‘losing his fucking mind over you not being here and being on some date’

‘please, for his sake at least try to talk to him, know you’re busy sorry to bother but I'm worried for him’

You stand out of your seat in shock as your heart begins to race. He was hurt? He likes you? Mark hadn’t come back yet so you open your purse and throw down some bills before running out of the restaurant. You sprint your way back to campus where the field was, thankfully living in a college town meant everything being super close by, you cant hear anything other than your own racing heart and the sounds of your feet as they slam on the floor.

You slam the hallway door open and cregan and some other guys look at you in shock. You stand there and take some steps towards cregan barely being able to catch your breath. Cregan stands up and looks at you shocked, “You ran here?” You just nod as you look at him expectantly, “where is he?” He uses his thumb to point behind him to the locker room doors, “Completely alone, everyone's already left.” You nod as the guys wish you good luck and leave.

You just stare at the doors for a moment, clarity finally hitting you as you realize how ridiculous it was you just left your date and ran all the way here. You couldn't just ignore cregans message. Pushing open the door its dead quiet other than the sound of running water. You walk slowly into the room the door closing behind you louder than you expected causing you to wince before you call out his name. He doesn't answer so you walk around the wall to where the showers were and you can see him outlined in the curtain and almost gasp but you cover your mouth to prevent anything from coming out.

“Jace?” His head finally snaps up due to your voice being so close and he looks in your direction, calling out your name softly in question. “I’m here.” “What are you doing here?” He turns off the shower and you turn your back incase he stepped out of the shower. You attempt to suppress the heat and want that fills your body as you imagine him naked before shaking your head, “Cregan texted, i was worried about you.” He just hums. You wish you could see his face but you hear the curtain open and the sound of him stepping out. “What about your date?”

You freeze as you clutch your purse tighter in your hands as you let out a deep breath. “What about it?” Hes suddenly standing so close to you you can feel his breath tickling your back and you gulp. “You’re here and not there, why?” One of his hands slides down your arm to grab your clenched hand as his forehead hits your shoulder, he's takes a deep breath as he awaits your answer. “Does it matter?” You don't want him to ask because you don't want to have to answer him. you don't want to have to admit to yourself you just wanted to be with him and nobody else.

“You wanna know why it matters? Because i was so fucking mad that you weren’t here i threw the fucking game and hit my head. because nobody makes me lose my mind like you do. Needed you here and you weren’t. You were out with some stupid fucking guy and i was so pissed.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you try to suppress the whimper that climbs its way up to your throat. “What are you saying Jace?”

His hands move to wrap around your waist and his head moves to your neck, You can feel his wet naked chest soaking the back of your dress and the heat of his breath on your neck “You know what, That i would go find a new girl to fuck because i couldn’t have you, that i think about you all the time because i like you so much, that it makes me sick when i think about you with a guy that's not me.” He begins to suck at your neck and you now do nothing to hold back the moan you let out as his grip moves to your hips pulling you back against him closer. “You mean it?” His hands slide down to the hem of your dress and he slides his hands under it and upwards pulling your dress up to poll around your hips, “of course i do baby, can i touch you?”

You let out a strained please and he pushes your underwear aside to run a finger down your slit letting out a groan, “fuck..” He quickly sticks two fingers into you and you fall back against him, withering under his touch as he moves at a rough pace, clearly very eager to please you and his other hand comes down from your hips to play with your clit. Your knees almost buckle from the amount of pleasure but he keeps you pressed tightly against him curling his fingers.

You swear he has magic powers because as you were right about to cum he pulls out of you and you whimper. He chuckles at your reaction and twists you around to face him, “want you to come around me.” He pulls you into a heated kiss as you two frantically pull off your dress, kicking it to some random corner of the locker room along with your underwear. “I don't have a condom.” You hear him swear and mumble to himself but you cup his cheeks to stop him, “I'm on the pill.” “It’s not the same-” “what are you not clean?” “of course i am-” “Then fuck me Jace.” He looks in your eyes for any signs of hesitation and when he doesn't find any he quickly pushes himself into you.

You feel like you can’t breathe, he pushes you against a nearby wall and feverishly pounds into you as his hands move to play with your tits. Hes talking but you can’t decipher what he’s saying so lost in your own pleasure. “fuck you feel so good fuck.” You tug on his hair and pull him to kiss you, your on the brink of release as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing on your nipples and the combination of the millions of emotions racing around you. You grip on his hair tightly and he groans, “You close?” You nod you head, “Wait for me.” You open your mouth to complain but his hips begin to move faster and his hands move to your hips to slam you closer to match his thrusts. “Want to come together.” His words are slurred as he’s approaching his release. Your hands scratch down his back as he groans in your ear, taking your ear and sucking on it.

“Come.” He breaths in your ear and you do, he hisses as he feels you pulse against him, your fluid completely covering him and he cant help but follow suit. He kisses you running his hands down your arms. As the two of you settle down he makes no move to pull out of you, seeming content within you.

“I'm gonna get a fucking earful from cregan.”

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darejani-artist · 12 hours

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"…𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭."

💔

"𝓔𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱…"

#house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd art #house targaryen #game of thrones #fanart #rhaegon #digital art #rhaegonsweek

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fragileheartbeats · 2 days

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Part 1

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 2 days

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Maegor Targaryen x reader

It was not your choice or decision to marry Maegor the cruel. In fact you had already given your heart to another. A son of a lord. But in the seven kingdom everything is about power. Maegor needed the strength and support of your house, and your father wanted the cruel king to marry one of his daughters.

You along with your sisters were presented before the king. Your sisters dressed to attract the king, to get his attention and to tempt him. You, however, choose to dress modestly, thinking Maegor would not even look at you. Praying that he picks one of your sisters so that your path is clear to marry the man you love.

However, Maegor's eyes only remained on you. The girl who is clearly trying to not catch his attention. The girl who is longing to marry someone else. No matter how much your sisters tried they didn't manage to catch the King's eyes.

There was no way your father was going to oppose the marriage, not when he tried so hard to have his blood and name associated with the Targaryen.

Everything was happening fast. The man you love disappeared, probably killed or ran away to save himself from the cruel king. You had to move into the palace. The wedding preparations were happening. Your father started treating you as if you are the most precious and delicate jewel. Your sisters were taking every chance they got to insult you and express their jealousy. And then there is Maegor, your husband to be.

Maegor is pretty sure you have captured his heart. Whenever he can he would insist you join him for dinner or lunch. Just you two. He wants to know you better but you remain cold. He couldn't help but chuckle or smile in amusement whenever he sees you in your modest clothes, while your sisters and his other wives try to show as much skin as possible to gain his attention.

Most of his wives were jealous and felt threatened, while the rest felt relieved that Maegor's cruel eyes are not on them.

In a matter of short time you have witnessed Maegor's cruelty several times, not towards you but to those who tried to defy him or betray him. You even saw him cut a man in half right in the court room. You were scared. You were shaking.

And then came the wedding. Your father made you wear your house sigil on the wedding dress, embroidered in gold to show everyone how powerful his house is. He gave your hand to Maegor who then put his heavy Targaryen cloak on you. Throughout the ceremony your heart was beating like crazy.

Maegor had his arm around you throughout the feast. He could sense your anxiousness. Everyone showering you with gifts, gold, jewels, but none of them mattered, not when you felt like you are getting trapped in a cage with a cruel dragon.

For the bedding ceremony everyone was certain Maegor would do his absolute worst, just like he did to his other wives. Nobody cared though. And your family certainly didn't care. Your father told, no, ordered you to do your best to satisfy the beast of man. Your sisters eagerly waiting for you to get your "punishment" for taking the king away from them. Maegor however surprised everyone. Usually he prefers breaking the will of his wives and taming them, but not with you. He ordered everyone to leave, taking you by surprise. No one had the courage to say a word against it.

Maegor held you close, your back pressed against his chest as he felt you up, whispering how he can't wait to claim you. You want to push him away but you can't, and also your body has started to betray you. Maegor knows it. He soon learned how your body likes to be touched. You almost stopped breathing when he took off your dress. Normally he would have ripped it, but not this time. You both remembered all the you covered yourself completely hoping Maegor would not choose you, but here you are now, naked and soon to be claimed by him.

Tears rolled down your face when Maegor slowly claimed you. You felt like you were getting ripped and torn. You wanted to scream but only soft moans left your lips. Maegor pinning you down to the bed and kissing you while he thrust in and out of you. He looked so proud when you reached your climax, showing you, telling you how it was just the beginning.

The next morning you woke up feeling sore and exhausted. Maegor was not there but he did order the maid to take good care of you before he left. You were barely out of the bed when your father barged in with a maester. He was really happy to see the blood on the bedsheet, the proof that the bedding ceremony was a success and Maegor has claimed you.

For a moment you thought your father brought the maester to check if you were okay after what happened the previous night. But you were wrong. The maester was there to check if Maegor has properly "claimed" you and see if everything with you is okay to survive a pregnancy, to give Maegor the heir he so desperately wants and to ensure your father's blood gets to sit on the iron throne.

It's the first time in your life you have said "no" to your father. You refuse to go through that humiliation. At first your father was in disbelief, tried to laugh it off and ordered you to lay on the bed for the maester. Something inside you snapped. You called the guards standing outside the door and ordered them to take away your father and lock him in his room, and throw the maester in a cell. The guards obeyed you without any questions. The first time in your life you stood up for yourself. You felt the weight on your shoulders slightly lifting.

The news instantly reached Maegor. He was surprised and proud, but also angry. Your father had no right over you after your wedding, and what he did or was about to do not only insults you but also insults the king.

Maegor didn't visit you that night, in fact you didn't see him the entire day. But the next morning he asked you to go for a walk with him. You were surprised when he took you to his dragon, Balerion. Your first time seeing a dragon so close. Maegor grabbed your hand and took you closer, telling you the black dread won't hurt you. And he was right. The dragon didn't show any sign of anger or annoyance when Maegor put your hand on him. Even Maegor was surprised. You were amazed how something so big and scary was just resting so peacefully. But the dragon soon sat up when the guards dragged the maester to him.

Maegor holding you close, telling you he will protect you and punish anyone who hurt you in any way. The maester begged for his life but couldn't even finish two sentences before Balerion set him on fire.

You knew exactly what was coming next. Your family. The cruel look in Maegor's eyes told you he had something planned for your father and the rest of the family as well. You can't beg. You won't beg. But you can't just let them die.

That night Maegor visited you. You hate to admit how your body betrays you every time he touches you.

Once Maegor was asleep right next to you you pulled out a dagger from under your pillow. Your heart beating fast as you saddled him carefully pressed the dagger against his throat. You have never taken a life. You have never even killed a life. But you were certain that killing Maegor would spare hundreds of innocent lives.

You almost gathered up all your courage to slit his throat, about to apply pressure when Maegor gave you a small crooked smile which turned into an evil one when he opened his eyes. "Do it. Kill me," He smiled at you. He grabbed your hand and applied pressure against his neck, causing the dagger to slightly cut the skin. "If you don't kill me now then I will never let you go. I will claim you every night. And I will kill anyone who dares to even look at you in the wrong way."

You were at a loss for words. You don't want your family to die but also you can't kill Maegor.

He felt your grip on the dagger loosen. He quickly flipped you, and now you are the one pinned on the beg and he was on top of you. He snatched the dagger and pressed it against your neck and his other hand pinning both your arms above your head.

He let out a soft but cruel laugh before kissing you. You don't know why but you kissed him back. Maybe you were lying to yourself. Maybe you can see yourself being his wife. Maybe you could see yourself loving this cruel dragon one day.

Maegor never felt so satisfied before then he did when he fucked you with the dagger pressed against your neck. He knew you were the one for him when you cum while he teased you with the dagger. He knew behind all your modesty and innocence there was a part who craved the mad dragon.

Maegor was there when you woke up the next morning. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him. Both of you naked, your back pressed against his chest. He put the dagger in your hand, taking you by surprise. After last night you were certain he would remove everything from your reach which you could use as a weapon.

"One day you will decide to punish your family for all their crimes against you, and that day you will need this," Maegor kissed you as he made you hold the dagger. "And I won't stop you...my queen"

Part 2? Idk

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lumidef · 2 days

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Daenerys Stormborn

#my art #fanart #digital art #house targaryen #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn

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joycieillustrations · 1 day

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A WIP I really need to finish - ‘La belle reine sans couronne’, perhaps?

Do not repost without my permission!

#joycieillustrations #hotd #hotd fanart #hotd art #house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #princess rhaenys targaryen #princess rhaenys #corlys velaryon #the sea snake #rhaenys targaryen x corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #eve best #steve toussaint #house velaryon #house targaryen

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 days

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{I’m going to go back to writing my House of the Dragon fanfics instead of making memes now}

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thatscruelsummer · 3 days

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Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

here is book Rhaenys, who became queen! i thought between the crown of Aegon and Jaehaerys for her, but eventually chose the book version of Aegons crown.

(i used eva green as reference, i think shes great for younger Rhaenys)

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artist-ellen · 1 day

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Baela Targaryen

Young/child Baela. Daughter of Daemon and Laena Velaryon, rider of the dragon Moondancer. Baela is our "tomboy" of this show, she takes after Daemon's recklessness and is a direct contrast to her younger twin sister. I wanted to draw Baela in her dragon-riding outfit, but to have references to her mother and grandmother's fashion. The diagonal lines, the sea shell inspired gem and the wave motifs.

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram, tiktok or check out my coloring book available now \ („• ֊ •„) /

https://linktr.ee/ellen.artistic

#baela targaryen #house targaryen #team black #fire and blood #house of the dragon #redesigning hotd #ellenart #ellen artistic #character design #digital illustration #costume design #historically inspired #byzantine targaryens #house velaryon

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nonconfy · 3 days

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🐉 Day 3 of #rhaegonsweek 🐉

When I wake up, I'm afraid Somebody else might take my place...

Me and @twentyfiveweek (on X/twitter & telegram) did a collab in collab and we're excited to bring you our third Rhaegons this week, but only going forward and passing the baton to @sleepwalker-02-artist !🐉

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sylasthegrim · 2 days

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The Gods are Prisoners ♢ Chapter 6

Aegon x Aryana Stark (OC) x Aemond

Tags ♢ arranged marriage, romantic tension, eventual polyamory

Wordcount ♢ 4,260

While touring the Seven Kingdom, Prince Aegon meets his intended, Aryana of House Stark. While he expected an austere woman, he instead finds a fiery young lady with an unexpected affinity for dragons. However, he isn’t the only Targaryen prince to take an interest in her…

In this chapter, Aegon confronts Aemond about his jealousy. Aryana and Aegon almost cross the line of impropriety...

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Chapter 6 ♢ The Fire of Envy

As darkness fell over the camp, and some of the men were preparing to come back to Winterfell the next day, Aryana didn’t find rest easy. She had found refuge in her tent and laid upon her cot, which was covered in various pelts and furs—Nymeria joined her and Aryana relished in the simple comfort of finding warmth against her wolf.

Cregan’s words were still lingering in her mind, and she knew his mourning was legitimate. He was saying goodbye to his sister, the girl he had grown up with, and in a couple of months she wouldn’t simply be lady Stark anymore, but Prince Aegon’s wife.

The crown was the endgame, but the road before the throne would certainly be long, as King Viserys was still young. Before that laid many trials, she was sure, and years of serving in the wings rather than central stage.

This season of her life would be the time of discovery, of learning Aegon’s ways just as he would learn hers. She would discover the capital, get used to a castle far different than her father’s, ride around the Crownlands on Sunfyre if Aegon was still inclined to take her—if not, she would take advantage of the King’s Woods with Nymeria.

Then, when learning and discovery was done, a babe would surely be born, and the season of motherhood would start.

All she had trained for since she was a child would come to fruition. She had learned, prayed and learned some more—now, she would finally serve.

As Aryana mused over the future years of her life, a few tents away Aemond found similar preoccupation keeping him awake.

He had initially rejoiced in his brother’s good fortune, but now the joy was overshadowed by the bitter and painful burn of envy. He coveted what his brother was to have, not for the first time in his life, but for some reason this particular blessing unsettled him.

He had spent his young years training to be the best man he could, honing his skills and sharpening his mind, but never had he considered those assets regarding marriage.

He knew he would make a good prospect for a high born lady, despite his scar and taciturn disposition, but he found himself hesitant to approach ladies. He knew the game of courting was rigged from the start—no woman would see him for who he was, but rather his station and the comforts he could provide her.

He also knew his father wouldn’t let him court anyone or consider marriage before Aegon was well and properly wed.

As usual, he was the second son and therefore his prospects came after that of Aegon. He was used to it, and accepted it as the order of things, but he hadn’t expected the intense way he reacted to Aryana. She was an accomplished young woman and that was to be commanded, but in his admiration for her he also found a longing he had never experienced before.

He had had to swallow his annoyance when he had noticed the easy humor between Aegon and Aryana, the way they seemed to please one another effortlessly. One could only come to the conclusion that so far, the match seemed to be an excellent one, and it only highlighted the little chance Aemond would have to ever find such a match.

“Aemond,” he heard his brother’s voice outside his tent, but before he could send him away or call him in, the white-haired man had pushed the heavy flaps and taken a step inside.

“Aegon,” he replied with unconcealed annoyance. He carefully draped the doublet he had just taken off on the back of a chair, and hesitated to put his eye patch back on before turning to face his brother.

“I was only jesting,” his brother said, visibly unbothered by having barged in unannounced, and Aemond wondered if this was a rehearsed conversation, one that came after Aryana’s attempt at an apology.

He despised the idea, and suddenly realized he would surely have to adapt to it—his brother would have another person to share his mind with, and Aemond would always be left as second choice from now on.

“I am aware,” he replied coldly, hoping it would be enough to send his brother away. A tension was pressing behind his eyes and he wasn’t one to share his pain with anyone.

“I didn't mean to question your integrity in this way,” Aegon continued as Aemond finally turned to him, crossing his arms behind his back formally.

As much as Aemond wanted to blame Aegon for his heartache, he knew he only had himself to blame. It wasn’t the way his brother perceived him that worried him, but the fact that the jest had put his mistake into light.

“I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed,” Aemond conceded, and he felt foolish for it.

He knew he had no right to seek a friendship with the woman who would become his brother’s wife, or to covet what wasn’t his to have. Marriage would come, he knew, but he wouldn’t be awarded much choice—with a bit of luck he would be allowed to choose between a few ladies selected by his grandfather, but he would have no true freedom in it.

For some reason, he had a hard time believing fate would be as good to him in that regard as it was to Aegon. Such luck would only happen to one brother, as it was often the fate of siblings. To crave what was meant for the other, and resent what couldn’t be shared.

Helaena often spoke of it, even more so in the months leading to the tour, and Aemond had suspected she could feel something but hadn’t dared ask. His sister’s gift could sometimes be a curse, as knowing in advance sometimes meant suffering twice.

“Nonsense,” Aegon protested, stepping closer. There was a lingering smell around him, one of wood and a more feminine fragrance that twisted Aemond’s stomach. “Brother, you know I trust you.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t,” Aemond held on to his bitter, defeating narrative.

Aegon regarded him strangely for a minute before realization dawned on him and his face smoothed, his eyes widening.

“You are jealous,” he came to the rightful conclusion, and before Aemond could say a word in his defense, Aegon’s smooth face creased once more, his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth pulling downward.

“Is it her, or…” he murmured, and Aemond could see the thoughts rushing behind his eyes. “You know father would happily marry you. I heard Borros Baratheon is eager to marry one of his four girls into the royal line.”

Aemond looked aside, his blind eye to his brother, and sighed. “I pray you realize how special she is, and how fortunate you are,” he said and he could instantly feel Aegon take a step back, closing himself off.

“I am aware, believe me I am,” he said, sounding defensive. He heard him swallow in the quiet of the tent, as the rest of the camp was slowly falling asleep, the merry feasting having come to an end not long ago.

“I’m sorry,” Aegon offered hesitantly, and it only served to anger Aemond.

“Keep your pity,” he spat out, closing the space between them, as he easily towered over his eldest.

“It is not pity to want you to have whatever your heart desires,” Aegon defended, uncrossing his arms and squaring his shoulders.

Despite his shorter stature, there was something potent in his eyes when he wished to summon it, a darkness that sometimes was arrogance, other times a twisted sort of hunger that Aemond wasn’t sure what to do with.

Those moments made him wish he could trade his one good eye with Aegon, only so his brother could see himself through Aemond’s lens, the potential that lurked beneath the surface, the dragon blood that pulsed in his veins but that he struggled to summon, as though he was scared he could not control it.

“You are my brother. Another half of me. My better half, if you ask me, but…” Aegon said with a mirthless laugh, and Aemond knew that the words to come would sting like a spear to the chest. “But she is mine. Or at least she will be, soon.”

Aemond’s mouth twisted and he found himself caught between his own self-loathing and the painful truth his brother had not hesitated to spit back in his face.

Aegon was selfish and possessive, Aemond had learned that fact the hard way, as despite their differences his eldest had never allowed him to stray too far—whoever he loved, he needed to control in some way, to keep at his side at all times. It didn’t matter that it stemmed from fear of failure and abandon.

“For once can you not be happy that I get some happiness,” Aegon defended as Aemond remained silent.

He was suddenly afraid that by finding this match would mean to lose his brother. He hadn’t lied just then; Aemond was part of him, they were two sides of the same coin, one polished while the other was eroded, but one coin nonetheless.

At the same time, another fear took root within his chest before he could stop it. He trusted his brother’s honor and integrity, but he could not help the terrible image that crossed his mind, that of Aemond and Aryana, side by side, and the sight was somehow fitting.

He knew he stood no chance compared to Aemond, who was educated, clever and wise, while Aegon struggled to stay afloat. He would not survive the comparison, and he did not want to try it.

“She is mine, brother,” he repeated despite fully knowing the pain he was causing. As eldest, he should have been gracious and generous enough to grant his sibling some sympathy, to accept that it was common for a younger brother to look with envy at his future sister-in-law, but in that moment he could not muster such sentiments.

“I am aware. I do not want to take her away from you,” Aemond assured, but the crack in the wall was there, letting doubt in.

As the hunting party returned to Winterfell, it brought back a merry atmosphere to the castle.

The celebrated couple danced through the night under the proud eyes of King Viserys and Lord Stark. Both of them knew this marriage could not be allowed to fail, as the future of the realm and the entente between the North and the crown rested on it. A few days of vigorous hunting and of enjoying the fresh air of the Wolfswoods had done both parties some good.

“It seems this match is a success,” Rickon Stark commented, and beside him, Viserys made a pleased sound.

“Indeed. It seems we are witnessing the premises of what will be a most harmonious marriage,” the king replied.

“Did you ever doubt it, your grace?” the Warden asked.

Far from their fathers’ preoccupations, Aegon and Aryana twirled and swayed among the other merry dancers, oblivious to the words being spoken about them.

Aryana had noticed a slight change in her betrothed’s behavior—his arrogance had returned, only with an intense sort of demeanor, and he seemed unwilling to let her out of his sight. She supposed he mourned the privacy the outdoors had awarded them, and there was hardly anywhere to escape as all eyes were on them.

Aegon seemed to thrive under the attention, under the looks of genuine admiration, even though he seemed to wonder about it.

“They are watching the future of the realm,” Aryana whispered to him as their hands met, palm flat, and their faces came closer before parting again as they twirled.

However as the evening turned into night and the wine flowed, they both allowed the merry atmosphere to seep into their bones and make forget about propriety, slightly. Aegon’s eyes were no longer glancing at the crowd, but looking straight at her, and she herself couldn’t look away.

Aryana found herself thriving under Aegon’s attention, secretly glad she had asked her maid to lower the collar of her dress slightly, pinning the lapels of the garment tighter on her corset.

She had chosen a deep green gown which she hoped was a nice touch, as it was reminiscent of the queen’s favored color, but she knew its greatest asset was how it served as a contrasting canvas for her fiery hair. She had chosen to leave her rich red waves free, keeping two simple braids taken from her hairline and laced at the back of her head, accentuating her features.

As they lost themselves to the rhythm of the music and the warmth of the room, she could gradually feel the tension between them mount, and the desire to kiss him had come back to her quicker than she had anticipated and now would not leave her. She regretted that they had not found another moment of privacy to indulge before returning to Winterfell, and now she mourned the closeness they had shared.

The dance ended abruptly and the crowd parted in two, cheering the celebrated couple. Aegon brought the back of her hand to his lips and held her gaze as he pressed a fervent kiss to her knuckles.

Aryana curtsied before she excused herself, quickly finding one of the few ladies in the assembly that wasn’t dancing—Arra Norrey stood on the outskirts, glancing at Cregan from time to time as she tapped her foot to the music.

“I need some fresh air,” Aryana indicated to her friend before slipping away as discreetly as she could.

She found a secluded corridor behind the kitchens, one that led to a cellar that was seldom used, her heart beating in her chest as she heard assured but quiet footsteps following her. She rounded a corner and turned on her heels sharply, delighted to find Aegon staring at her with the same dark expression he had worn on the dancefloor.

“Aegon,” she gasped as they came together, and the tension that had mounted between them all evening snapped.

She sighed in pleasure as he slanted his mouth over hers, their lips catching as their tongues curled together. Hands coming up to find purchase on his chest, she enjoyed the soft fabric and toyed with the intricate chain that decorated the collar as they kissed, long but unhurried.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon said as he pulled away for a breath, his hand warm as it cradled her jaw.

As she pressed herself up against him again, she was grateful for the fact that she didn’t have to push on her toes; still, she enjoyed the heady feeling of him taking the lead as he pressed her against the stone wall gently.

She went willingly, submitting to his eagerness and obvious confidence. He kissed her with a languid passion, with an abandon that didn’t exclude a masterful control of his lips and tongue, leaving a pleasant tingling in her stomach. She enjoyed his forwardness as it stoked the fire of her own curiosity and desire.

As he pulled away again she could feel a thrum beneath his skin, like a wyrm lurking beneath the surface and she was utterly entranced.

There was a darkness in his eyes she had never seen until now, and as he swiped his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip, she shivered. She sighed despite herself as he pressed forward, sharing a breath without touching her, then slid his nose along hers in a soft gesture—at least, it should have been one of tenderness, but in truth it incensed her.

“What has gotten into you?” she murmured, and for a moment Aegon thought he had overstepped, but the smile she pressed against his mouth soon reassured him that she welcomed his advances.

“I am simply measuring my luck, to be promised to you,” he replied, seeking the soft spot behind her ear and kissing it lightly, savoring her shiver.

He tasted the salt of her skin on his lips and she flushed under his attention, burying her hands in his hair. He sighed against her creamy skin, taking a moment to breathe her in and relish in the way she dug her fingertips into his scalp gently.

“This is a lovely gown,” Aegon praised, his voice gone rough, but they both knew what the compliment truly meant. Aryana’s cheeks darkened when she realized the line of sight he had, deep into the corset of her dress, and her chest rose with an elated breath.

“I am glad it is to your taste,” Aryana gasped as he lowered his hand that was still on her jaw, slowly tracing the line of neck and dipping lower, following the valley that led into her collar. She sighed in delight as the back of his knuckles traced the swell of her breast, and he pressed another kiss to her neck.

Aegon chuckled at the sound she made, his skin prickling with anticipation. He loved the thrill of that particular chase, and as slow as this one was, it still made his stomach burn. Acting on instinct and emboldened by the wine, he dipped his head and kissed the soft spot where the two swells of her breasts met, the tender place where all men dreamed to rest their weary heads.

Aryana arched her back and her breath turned shaky, which Aegon swallowed greedily and he came back up to slant his mouth over hers again. Her grip on the front of his doublet tightened as the tingling in her abdomen burst and a lick of heat ran up her core—the sudden desire between them was strong, and she hadn’t expected it to be so intoxicating.

She gently reached up and pulled him back by the hair; he went easy, his mouth red as if stained by cherries and she supposed she must have looked no less disheveled.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered between them, not without regret. “My father wouldn’t take so kindly to improper intimacies under his roof.”

“Of course,” Aegon replied, nodding solemnly and taking a few steps back. His hair was wild, his carefully combed waves rendered unruly by her hands, which was a lovely sight, and his eyes bore the same wildness, a dark, rich depth that she wished to drown in.

“I’m afraid I rather indulged in wine,” she commented as reason came back to her for a minute and she realized the situation she had led them in, and the ease with which she had done so. She was not completely unfamiliar with desire, but never before had it guided her so.

“No more than I did,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “I should rest in my chambers for a moment, clear my head before I return to the banquet.”

Aryana contemplated his words for a moment, but she knew it was futile. Reason would not win this time, and she found she did not care.

“I could walk with you,” she offered, allowing the wild beating of her heart to guide her, setting aside the teachings of her Septa in favor of her instincts.

“Those corridors are dark, and we are in my father’s halls. I would be a terrible host if I allowed you to take the wrong stairs or crack your skull on the stones,” she explained as Aegon’s grin widened.

She took his hand, pulling him along and leading him to the guest quarters by an outer passage—the cold air of the night made them shiver and cooled the sweat on their skin slightly.

“One kiss,” Aegon offered as they arrived in front of his door and she agreed, following him inside after careful glances on either side of the hallway, looking out for any lingering eyes or ears.

Inside, the room was sparse and quite messier than she had expected—clothes littered every surface and she laughed at Aegon’s obvious lack of neatness. “Does wine usually have this effect on you?” she asked, distracting herself by picking at the seam of a cloak draped over the large armchair by the fire.

Aegon’s white hair looked golden in the light of the flames, and his eyes shone as he turned to face her, an amused grin stretching his pink mouth. “I could ask you the same,” he replied with that same teasing tone that made his voice glide smoother between his lips.

“It is not the wine,” she replied with mirth, enjoying how his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“What is it, then?” he crooned, approaching her with intent.

The soft material of his doublet glimmered in the candlelight, the dark red peeking through the black, and the gold seams standing out. His waves fell in his eyes slightly as he tilted his head questioningly, and she could only flush under the scrutiny.

“Surely you know,” she replied.

“I want you to tell me, please,” he asked as he reached for her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip again.

“Only because you beg so prettily,” she taunted him, but she found herself caught in her own trap. His eyes seemed to darken, and his smile turned sharper, with a slightly dangerous edge to it.

“I don’t beg,” he murmured. “I politely request.”

They both laughed into the next breath they shared, their lips hovering but never touching, and the sweet torture was enough to make them both shiver.

“You know how charming you are, surely,” she inquired as he dipped his head to chase the wild pulse at her throat, humming as he found it and pressed his lips to it, gently. His upper lip was soft and so was his chin, as he had shaved for the banquet, but she still wondered whether his kiss would leave a mark.

One press of lips, one humming breath against her throat and he was gone—she swallowed the plea that threatened to fall from her lips.

“I should go back to the ball. Leave you to rest a while,” she said instead, biting her lower lip.

Aegon took a few steps back blindly, then sat down when his knees bumped against the foot of the bed. With his feet firmly planted into the floor, he knew how easy it would be to take her, how good he could make it, and quick enough that hardly anyone would notice their absence.

“Yes, you should,” he said.

“It is already improper that I am here,” she said as though her mind had taken the same path as his, and he felt foolish for inviting her into his rooms.

He knew desire to be stronger than reason, and he had counted on her to be the voice of proper conduct, but it seemed she was just as inclined to follow the pull between them.

“We are meant to be married, how improper could it be,” he shrugged, curious as to what she would answer. Slowly, he reached for the laces of his doublet, starting with the knot at the bottom and working his way up, revealing part of his lap and abdomen.

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be for you, as you have the advantage of being a man. But a lady falling prey to baser urges isn’t to be praised,” she answered, but her eyes were no longer on his face and her breathing had gone ragged.

“Then allow me to use this advantage, will you?” he asked, just as breathless. Warmth spread in his stomach and his cock filled as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, nodding nonetheless.

“We said one kiss,” she breathed, her cheeks flushed a dark red as she stepped closer slowly, and Aegon found himself rooted to the spot.

He was so terribly curious of how far she would let him take it, caught between his respect for her and his desperation to prove himself a good lover.

This was one aspect he knew he could best his brother at, one crucial element in which she would likely prefer him to Aemond—he was skilled in the art of pleasing a woman, unafraid to explore a woman’s skin until he found the spot that made her quake, utterly unashamed of any act it would require.

“I would not do anything—” he started, quickly silenced as she planted her palms firmly on his thighs, using the leverage to her advantage as she pressed a passionate kiss to his mouth. He groaned and it only spurred her on, her grip tightening around his legs as he pressed the heel of his hand into his lap.

He wanted to rock into the pressure, to ease the desire that threatened to render him mad, and her presence while he slowly succumbed to his hunger only made it more potent. He groaned again, this time in frustration, when she took her mouth away—she breathed between them and he shuddered as she looked down, leaving no doubt as to what he was doing.

“I will see you downstairs, my prince,” she murmured, sounding as breathless as he was.

As she slipped back into the hallway, she smiled at him over her shoulder, biting her lip as she swallowed the elated laugh that was bubbling in her chest.

She closed the heavy door and hurried down the corridor, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to calm the thundering of her heart. She had just had a peek at the infamous wildness of dragon princes, and she supposed her inner wolf was called to it; two wild beasts desperate to find their equal, their mate.

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summary: you’ve been best friends with jacaerys since you were children but due to his recent girlfriend you two have barely spent anytime together. You two are forced back into the same space when you attend cregan starks party and tensions rise

r.q: Nothing specific but please give more modern jace w smut. Your work is so gooddd 😩

w.c: 2k

c.w: porn with a little plot, a little angst, modern!college!cregan, modern!college!jace x reader, cregan the miracle worker, oral (f!receiving), protected sex (WRAP IT UP!), not proofread

a.n: i have a couple requests im supposed to get done before this but when i saw this in my inbox it wouldn't leave my mind 😭 love you guys hope you enjoy 🫶

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You didnt want to come to this party tonight but cregan had practically begged you to come.

‘i dont know cregan.’ you had told him while walking out of your shared lab class. ‘oh come on itll be fun,’ he pauses and thinks for a moment before having a devious grin on his face. ‘if youre worried about it i promise you wont see jace. he said hes busy’ you eye him and he swears hes not lying so you shrug and tell him sure you’ll be there leading him to hug you before running off.

its not like you hated jacaerys, you couldnt the two of you are best friends. Well you're currently unsure of how the two of you stand, his current girlfriend seemed so determined to be rid of you and you didn't want to get in the way you backed off not wanting her to feel uncomfortable but its since left you feeling strange.

You should feel happy for him, he's found someone he seems to like but instead you’re left with a sharpness in your chest anytime you think about him and someone else. You like him. No maybe you love him but he clearly doesn't seem to like you like that so you can never tell him that. You're happy he isn't at this party and is busy doing whatever he’s doing. You decided you need to take your mind off him, you can keep yourself stuck in your head over this and you certainly cant be crushing on a taken man.

Now youre stuck talking with this guy, something Lannister you don't even know his name, but he seems more than eager to be talking with you and for that a part of you is grateful you didn’t have to work to hard to get a guys attention.

“Wheres the bathroom?” “Ill take you to one.” He grabs your hand harshly and begins to lead you to the staircase. You tug at the hand hes stuck holding and attempt to get him to let go telling him you dont need him to hold you. He says something about it just being quicker and you should just follow him. This rings alarms in your head and now your gripping the rail and forcefully trying to get out of his grip. “get the fuck off me!” “just shut the fuck up and come with me.”

“What the fuck do you think your doing man?” Your eyes widen in shock at his voice as the lannister scoffs at him, “just trying to take the lady to the restroom velaryon.” “she doesn't wanna go with you man let her go. and theres not a bathroom up there.” He walks up to the other guy and shoves him back his hand lets go of yours and with your new freedom and you quickly put a distance between you two. The lannister mumbles some shit under his breath and ends up walking upstairs alone, “she isnt even worth it.”

“are you okay?” jace quickly rushes back over to you and grabs your hand check it looking at you alarmed. “im okay thank you jace.” He lets out a sigh of relief and takes a step back running a hand through his hair. You just stare at him and your heart races, god hes so hot wearing just a pair of shorts and an open white button up with his whole chest out, the necklace you had given him for his birthday a couple years ago sits nicely on his chest, his hair is wet and even so is his chest leading you to realize he had been out in the pool. He was at this fucking party. Cregan that fucking asshole. “i thought you weren't coming.”

He tilts his head at you and shakes his head, “who told you that?” “Cregan.” He hums and turns away for a second mumbling some stuff under his breath you swear you hear something about cregan being an ass before turning back to you. “He must have gotten the dates mixed up.” All you can do is nod and play with your fingers, its awkward. You have never felt awkward around jace so this was different, of course your own feelings have to come around and ruin everything. While you look down at your hands you dont notice that hes just staring at you with a starry eyes. “You want a drink?”

You look up at him and you feel hot finally noticing his gaze on you, “sure.” The two of you make your way to the kitchen where you walk past cregan who gives you a wink as you walk by that fucking asshole, what was he even trying to do? As you watch jace you cant help yourself, “hows… oh whats her name?” you mumble the last part under your breath unable to even remember the poor girls name. He just hums and hands you a cup, “Claire? Oh we broke up.” you gasp and look at him shocked, “oh my god im so sorry.” he smiles at you and shakes his head easily tossing the shot into his mouth. “She cheated on me, you know that guy mason,” “the guy in the photography course?” “yeah with him,” “he looks like her cousin,” “thats because he is her cousin.” you gasp in horror on of you hands flying to cover your mouth as you try not to laugh.

He laughs, and makes a fist to cover his mouth, all you can think about is how beautiful he is, “You can laugh you know its funny.” with his permission you dub over with a laugh and shake your head, “thats unbelievable.” “imagine my shock!” “Im still sorry by the way, thats really shitty.” He continues to look out in the distance as he takes other shot, “its alright love i was gonna dump her anyway.”

You take a sip from your cup and just watch him, “why? thought you liked her?” For the first time in awhile he looks over at you and you take notice of the affectionate look in his eyes as he smiled softly at you. “i realized i liked somebody else.” “Ah.” you look away and you feel him move closer to you and grab you chin to look at him. “You wanna know who?” “Jace..” Hes standing so close you can smell his cologne, his hand leaves you chin and runs down your arm. “Ive known her for a long time but i only just realized how much i love her, I’ve been a fool.”

You kiss him, reaching your hands to cup his cheeks, he deepens the kiss his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him pressing you directly against him. You dont know how long youve been standing there just kissing him, when you two pull away to take a breath you can hear a get a room from someone who walks by and you remember youre just standing in some random guys kitchen and press your head into his neck. “this is so embarrassing.” he just laughs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You wanna come back to mine?” His implications are very clear to you especially as you feel his hardness pressing against you, you nod.

Not even thirty minutes later he had you laid out bare on his bed, his mouth latched onto your clit leaving you desperately clinging onto his hair as you throw your head back, “jace.” he hums as he brings one of his hands down to play with your folds as his other stays firmly on your stomach pressing you down onto the mattress.

as you get closer your hands stray from his hair and fist the newly washed sheets under you as you continue to call out his name. you've been with a couple guys in the past but none pf them compared to how jace had been making you feel, none of them made you quiver and shake when you came like he did. he mouth finally detaches from you and he sits up looking at you while licking his lips. “That good?” You slap his chest and continue to take some deep breaths, “fuck you.” “i will i promise.”

His shirt and shorts had been thrown off somewhere, probably out laying in his hallway along with your clothes. He quickly slides a condom on before climbing on top of you so his necklace is dangling in front of you. “You good?” you nod at him and he kisses down your neck and leaves kisses all over your breasts. “Need you jace.”

“you need what baby?” you groan as you feel him push his dick between you fold lightly rubbing up and down. “Please jace.” “what is it? tell me and ill do anything for you.” He looks at you expectantly and you let out a strained moan as you begin to beg him, “please fuck me jace please please.” he hums happily and quickly readjusts himself, “You only needed to ask baby.”

You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as he thrusts into you, as your hands grip his his back and running down it as he continues to thrust, thats definitely going to leave a mark. but based on the hiss and groans he lets out that tells you he likes it.

You swear youve never felt so good, he continues to hit the deepest and sweetest parts of you. He fucks you so fast and hard you're shocked the bed under you stays intact, he brings one of his hands down to your clit and your hands dig into his lower back and you cant help but press your head to his shoulder. “Jace fuck jace.” your mouth his muffled against his skin but he acknowledges you by bringing his lips to yours into a harsh kiss matching the thrusts of his hips. “Wanted this for so long jace.” he groans and you swear he somehow begins to move faster, “me too baby me too, now that i have you ill never let you go,” he licks at the sweat that has dripped his way to you neck and his hands move to grip your waist, “gonna fuck you everyday, i promise fuck best pussy in the world.”

You whimper at his words and your head is once against pressed against his shoulder, “im so close.” “cum for me baby please i need to feel it,” he hisses as he feels you bite into his shoulder and his eyes rolls back into head, “im right behind you fuck cum please.”

“i love you.” the words leave you easily as you cum. He cums at the sensation of you releasing, “fuck i love you.” leaving him twitching and still as he huffs and puffs, out of breath. he pulls out with a hiss and lets out an apology as he sees you wince, he climbs out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, getting rid of his condom and coming back with a towel cleaning you and him up before climbing into bed next to you.

“fuck that was good.” the two of you laugh and you roll yourself to look at him. “did you mean it?” he hums and draws shapes on your stomach, “mean what?” “that you love me?” He looks at you with a dumbfounded look, “are you serious?” you rolls your eyes and try to turn away but he grabs you and pulls you close to him pressing your face against his chest, “of course i love you you idiot.” you smile and press a kiss on his chest before you fall asleep.

when you wake up the next morning and check you phone you see some text from cregan from last night.

‘saw you leave with jace just now 😁’

‘you’re welcome you bitch 🫶’

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