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delusion-is-back · 8 months

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"You're beautiful..." My first attempt at contributing something to the fandom, ten years later I hopped in the murder husbands wagon

#hannibal lecter #hannigram #murder husbands #will graham #nbc hannibal #my art #first attempt

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 5 months

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the perfect Christian

a/n: I’ve never been good at long writing and this is my first ever time attempting at smut so take pity on me 😭

minors DNI

graves was a good Christian. He always tried to be. Although the thought of god seeing him in the situation he was in now had long slipped his mind-

his thoughts slid back into focus as he felt one of your thrusts hit his prostate just right, making his whole body shift into the damn wall you had him pressed up against. The words of the priest in the background in the room next to you and him bubbling out of his consciousness as he felt the twisting feeling in his stomach of him about to hit his climax

it was his fault after all. He’s the one who pulled you to church and riled you up with soft movements and grazing hands. Sure he didn’t know you’d do anything so suddenly but all the same it wasn’t as if he hadn’t asked for it

tears dotted his cheeks and hit the floor as he desperately clawed onto the hard wall; trying to hold in his whimpers and whines as you thrust and bucked into him, your hot breath hitting his neck.

It didn’t take long for him to cum with a loud whine- one that definitely could be heard by the people in the next room although he was too fucked out by that point to care

your thrusts went a bit uneven as he clenched around your length like a vice, making you finish as well as pull out to zip back up your pants and tuck back in your shirt. Graves looking utterly drenched in sweat while you looked pretty calm, helping him fix his shirt before pulling him back into the room filled with others as if nothing had happened.

he knew that by the time he got his senses back you two would be home, and then he’d be back up against whatever counter was closest.

but he didn’t truly mind.

#cod x you #call of duty x reader #cod x male reader #phillip graves #graves x reader #graves x male reader #graves smut #top reader #dom reader #sub character #bottom character #phillip graves smut #male reader #mlm smut #graves x top male reader #coyotes_horde #first attempt #hes so bbg

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meowstic07 · 3 months

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All the amazing GO artists out there have inspired me to try and draw some GO fanart: @gleafer @hg-aneh @almalvo @yourangle-yuordevil @ppaemeu4 @lookitsstevie @plumbum-art @edibleeel @indecisivetomato @daneecastle @kaeraesketches @selleryattack @gooseinsoup @crikey01 @vavoom-sorted-art @chrizwho @cakegnome @luzdawn @luminousslime @bleucalire @idkchatie @pikipouet @hansoeii @takkyb1 @theonevoice and several others. So I present to you my first attempt at crowely.

#go #good omens crowley #good omens fanart #crowley good omens #good omens art #good omens #zephyr #☆tired enby☆#meowstic07 #sketch #my art #first attempt

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snixkers · 2 months

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Control Freak

Pairing: Emily × Fem Reader

EXPLICIT CONTENT

Smut with a plot

For: @d33pd3sire-blog

Content Warnings: need for organization, fingering, heavy kissing, petting, pet name (baby), no use of Y/N, slight dom/sub relationship

Summary: You're a control freak, but a night with Emily changes that.

Author's note: First time writing smut! Let me know how it is!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

The desks of the bullpen were always neatly organized, in rows and sections demanding respect. The surfaces were clean with only a few personal items, but even those were kept to the side to make room for the work they had to do.

You sat down at your desk, straightening your pens out and making sure the logo of your mug was facing you. Across the divider, Emily watched you curiously.

"So, the organizing. What's up with that?"

You shrugged, already used to this question after dealing with it your whole life.

"I just like having everything in its place. Makes me feel in control."

You smiled softly at her and turned back to your computer, completely missing the way her eyes gleamed when you mentioned control.

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Every time you traveled for a case, you were ready to head home immediately. Your clothes were wrinkled, the coffee there wasn't made the way you wanted, and most importantly, you weren't in your own space.

Emily set her duffel bag down on her side of the room, pulling her items out and tossing them onto the bed. You wrinkled your nose at the lack of organization but held your tongue for formalities.

She offered you the bathroom first, and you jumped at the opportunity to clean up before bed. After a long shower, you pulled on your pajamas, ready to flop onto the bed.

But when you left the bathroom, she started to laugh. You took a second to realize it was at you and your pajamas, bristling with indignation.

"There's nothing wrong with them!"

She shook her head, unable to wipe the smirk off her face as she watched you take a seat on the edge of the bed, following suit.

"I know nothing's wrong. I'm just not used to seeing you in anything less than business casual."

You rolled your eyes at that sentiment, although she did have somewhat of a point. It wasn't like you were a robot, but you certainly didn't like to make mistakes.

"I'm not Hotch, Emily. I relax every once in a while."

Her smile changed, turning almost predatory as she leaned imperceptibly closer.

"So there are times you like to give up control?"

You swallowed the sudden nerves down, the hairs on the back of your neck rising at the sound of her voice.

"I do, sometimes."

You hated the way your voice trembled and hers deepened, but you certainly couldn't deny the effect it was having on the both of you. She scooted closer to you, her eyes piercing yours.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like ages, sizing each other up before your lips pressed together.

It was gentle at first, but quickly burned hotter as both of you realized just how much you wanted this. You wrapped your hands around the back of her neck and she settled hers on your hips, stroking the flesh gently.

You broke away from her and accidentally glanced at the mirror. You looked slightly breathless and disheveled, and you hated the sight.

She frowned softly as you pushed her away, but she wasn't going to push you for more.

"What's wrong?"

You sighed, not wanting to sound childish, but also knowing she could see right through any lie you could come up with.

"It's nothing to do with you. I just don't want to look messy."

She reached out to stroke your hair back into place, impossibly gentle with her touch.

"I promise when I'm done with you, I'll clean up the mess."

You shivered at the words, a surge of heat running through you. Wordlessly, you pulled her back in, as if to say 'Here's my trust. Now please alphabetize my organs.'

She grinned into the kiss, her teeth grazing your lower lip lightly before she slipped her hands just below the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

"I know it doesn't feel like it, but you're the one in control here."

You nodded, shimmying out of your pants and underwear as best as you could and kicking them off to the side. She sat you up on the bed, pulling your back flat against her chest.

She pressed kisses to the back of your neck, surprisingly gentle compared to the hands that were desperately wandering along the rest of your body.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror as Emily spread your legs apart, staring between your legs with a fierce hunger. The heat surged through your core, and she chuckled as if aware of the effect she had on you.

Emily traced the tips of her fingers down over your belly and around your thighs before finally settling on the one place you wanted her to touch the most.

You let out an embarrassingly loud sigh as she applied pressure to your clit, sending a shock up your spine. She grinned at the noise, circling carefully and watching to see what you liked best.

She kissed the side of your neck, meeting your gaze in the shared reflection. "See? You're in control, baby. You can see everything I'm doing."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was another moan as she increased the pressure against your nub.

She smirked, slipping a finger down towards your entrance. You nodded eagerly, desperate for more. You needed her to tell you what to do, and you wouldn't ask any questions.

Her finger slowly slipped inside your entrance, and she exhaled at the feeling of you around her. Your reaction was much less subtle, thighs squeezing together.

She shook her head, carefully prying your legs apart. "I want to see you. All of you."

You nodded, the dizzying pressure of her fingers pumping causing you to see stats. Clutching the sheets, you watched yourself turn into a mess at her touch. Shockingly enough, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

She traced your shoulder, contrasting her second finger currently sliding into your wetness up to the knuckle. Your back arched at the sensation, silently begging her for more.

The pace of her fingers increased with your moans, and the continued circling of your clit had you writhing in her arms, at her mercy.

Luckily, she took pity on you, continuing her ministrations and pulling you closer. "Go ahead and cum, baby."

You let out a choked moan, fluttering around her fingers as you reached your high, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

She smiled widely, easing you down from your climax and pulling her fingers out of you.

"Was that okay?"

You could do nothing but nod in agreement, unable to put into words how much you wanted to do that again. As if sensing your exhaustion, she grabbed you a glass of water.

After sipping it gratefully, you curled up on the mattress and were out as soon as you wrapped yourself in her arms.

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You were feeling much better as you headed into the precinct the next day, ready to tackle the case with a fresh perspective.

Working with profilers had its downsides, however. Rossi and Hotch noticed after seeing a wrinkle in your shirt. Reid and Morgan figured it out when you shrugged calmly when the precinct ran out of coffee, instead of grumbling. Even JJ realized something was up as you sat down in the crickety old chair, a smile on your face.

Reid raises an eyebrow as he stirs his ridiculously sugary coffee, glancing over at the area you had set up.

"You forgot your normal mug."

Your eyes widened as you realized you were in such a hurry you had left it in your hotel room, but there wasn't much you could do about it now.

"Oh, it's not a big deal."

The team stared at you in surprise, and you sank in your seat, trying to avoid Emily's smug smirk.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #smut #first attempt #writers on tumblr #fanfic #18+ content #feedback

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passigentilcoquelicot · 2 months

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Trying my hand at sashiko.

Far from perfect but since it's my first attempt i'm quite happy

#sashiko #first attempt #embroidery

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justblaterando · 10 months

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So I have been taking a photoshop course and I got the chance of a pretty generic assignment so i made my first attempt on how I immagine Highgarden should have looked like

It isn’t perfect, the walls should be white and the nature just isn’t enough fertile and glorious, but it’s all I was able to do with the time I had.

Hope it’s a better version than the show one and It would be nice to get some advice and suggestions

#margaery tyrell #game of thrones #asoiaf #house tyrell #the reach #highgarden #altogiardino #mace Tyrell #olenna tyrell #willas tyrell #garlan tyrell #loras tyrell #allerie Hightowers #photoshop #first attempt #the mandeer

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iryght · 6 months

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Lil comic i made for fun. Hate the dialogue and the pannels but i think the fact i hate it means i learned something from it so who cares.

#digital art #digital drawing #fanart #nimona #fan comic #nimona fanart #comic art #first attempt

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papascelus · 1 month

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First swatch for a mosaic crochet grucifix! Hopefully I can use this idea soon in an upcoming cosplay 👀👀

Came out a bit stretched, but hey! First time trying mosaic crochet in general, let alone making my own design 💀 I know where I can improve, and I’ll make another post when I make my second attempt. This time, I’ll try crocheting in the other direction too, just to see how that would look. Maybe I’ll get cleaner lines?

#crochet #crochet ideas #papa scelus #mosaic crochet #crochet swatch #pattern making #first attempt #grucifix #ghost band #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa terzo #papa secondo #papa primo #papa nihil #sister imperator #ghost ghouls

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saranilssonbooks · 2 months

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After two weeks of having tried to learn watercolor techniques by the book, I screamed a little, beat up a piece of furniture then went rogue. At last, I am having fun. Sorry, art teachers out there.

#moby dick #herman melville #obsession #literature #classic literature #book characters #captain ahab #book art #moby dick art #my artwork #my art #watercolor #first attempt #ink and watercolor #ink and wash #prototype #artistic blasphemy #whale weekly

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multifunctionalnitroglycerin · 2 months

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Alright, it has been a while, I know, but well. Uni is being a pain in the neck. And not cause I am hunched over a book all day.

Here is my first attempt at digital art, thanks to my brother's insistence.

I don't love the end result, I must admit, though the experience was certainly valuable. Here comes the Fifth for tradition and debts to the dead!

I ll prbs do another one with pen and paper ad per usual.

Take care of yourselves!

#the locked tomb #tlt #tlt series #tlt fanart #my art #digital art #first attempt #it didnt go horribly #the fifth house #house skulls #Fifth house skull #abigail pent #abigail and magnus

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thedpressedtee · 2 months

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I was bored and decided to have a go at drawing Jinx from Arcane 😅

It’s my first attempt so please don’t be a dick 🥲🙏

I definitely need to improve on ALOT of things (hair, details, shading etc) but I’m not completely mad at it 🤷‍♀️xoxo

#artwork #jinx arcane #jinx #arcane #fanart #arcane fanart #first attempt #jinx drawing #drawing

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yawnzzznnn · 9 months

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♡︎Back To Me♡︎

Special thanks to: The Rose

TW: angst : post breakup : mentions of getting drunk : semi toxic relationship : hella short :

note: I tried my hand at angst for the first time please give me feed back on it

Taglist:N/A

8-13-23

You and Sam haven't seen each other in a few months since the breakup you had was calm clean and heartfelt, nothing too bad you just felt as tho he didn't put as much effort as you did into the relationship

His drinking bothered you the way he put everything over you bothered you how he brushed you off when you tried to talk about your feelings bothered you it seemed as tho everything he did bothered you

You feared you had fell out of love with him or worse never even loved him in the first place. After the breakup Sammy felt the worse he's ever felt he started drinking more and ignoring the rest of The Rose making out with random girls but won't hook up with them as he feels he's letting you down even more than he already has. One night at around 2am Sam texted you what your assuming was a drunk text. You opened it to see a small paragraph and fully typed no typos or anything that resembled drunk texting

Although you were hesitant you read what the paragraph said "I can make you mad. I can make you scream. I can make you cry. I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything. But I can't make you come back to me"

#x reader #the rose x reader #the rose one shots #the rose woosung #the rose sammy #sammy #woosung #woosung x reader #angst #first attempt #the rose

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francesminos-tt · 4 months

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cregan is married and fucks his son's nanny, jace 👀👀

I am not sure if this is what you ask for, but I tried😅

It was somewhat laughable for a graduate student to work as a babysitter, but Jacaerys found this job best accommodating to he needs. Jace was on his year of pursuing a doctor’s degree in Winterfell Institution of Technology, a renowned academic hub for science enthusiastic like him. Jacaerys came from an affluent family, but he decided to finish his education and carve a place in the world on his own, which meant no easy money from mother, no top-notch sports car from Papa Laenor, no private security from Daemon, and absolutely no private jet from grandpa Corlys. Jacaerys had a scholarship, and he worked as a part-time babysitter to help pay the rent.

“Okay, time for bed, little man.” Jacaerys helped the little boy into his dire wolf printed pajamas before tucking him in, making sure the boy was warm and comfortable.

“Can you tell me a bedtime story, Jace?” Rickon asked, his dark eyes tentative and pleading.

“Of course.” Jacaerys replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, “Which one do you prefer tonight?”

There were at least a dozen children’s book in Rickon’s room, ranging from fairy tales to folklores, all with beautiful illustrations.

“The werewolf and the dragon prince.” Rickon replied with anticipation, “That’s my favorite one!”

That was Jacaerys’s favorite, too.

“All right.” Jacaerys smiled, reaching over to pick up the illustrated book and opened it on his lap, “Ready?”

Rickon nodded expectantly. Jacaerys brushed some stray curls from the boy’s face and began to read the story of a dragon prince venturing into the dark woods and befriended a long lost clan of werewolves. Rickon was fast asleep before the dragon prince could made it to the wolf’s den.

Jacaerys gently closed the book and dimmed the light, leaving only a small light source in case the boy woke up at night. Jace would kiss the boy on the forehead if Rickon were one of his younger brothers, but he had to remind himself that Rickon was not his family. It would be inappropriate and felt like trespassing if he got too intimate with the boy.

Jacaerys closed Rickon’s bedroom door behind him with a soft click and headed for the kitchen. The house was dark, indicating that Rickon’s father had not come home yet. Cregan Stark was a busy man, and it was normal for him to work late into the night. You had to sacrifice something in order to run the biggest technology company in the realm, after all. For Cregan, he had to give up his family time, even his wife, who had filed for divorce and moved out, and that was why Cregan was in need of a nanny to look after his son when he was gone.

Jacaerys was the perfect candidate for the job. He was the eldest of five siblings, well-experienced with children, especially little boys. He lived near the Stark house, a short 15-minutes’ walk, so it was easier for him to come to the house on a short notice. Also, he was a post-graduate student, highly intelligent and extremely patient, so Cregan did not have to hire another home teacher for the boy. For Jace, the job fit him just fine. He got along with Rickon, and he could have a quiet night to study after the boy fell asleep, not having to listen to his neighbor’s ugly moan when they jerked off or the nasty curse when they lost a game.

Jace poured himself a cup of tea and opened his laptop. He really needed to finish reading the materials for the lecture next week. Jace was on his third cup of tea and second energy bar when the door was pushed open, entering a tall and muscular figure wrapped in a puff jacket, scarf and beanie. Cregan was a strong guy, so this outfit only made him more towering and muscular, more like a bear than a wolf. Jacaerys could never understand why Cregan insisted on parking his car three blocks away and ran the way home in such cold weather. Cregan said it was a good exercise for his lungs, but Jacaerys never fully believed him.

“Hello,” Cregan greeted Jace cheerfully, “I assume my son has fallen asleep already?”

“Yes.” Jacaerys replied, “It’s past midnight, Cregan. Every boy Rickon’s age should be fast asleep by now.”

“He always behaves so well around you.” Cregan shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the couch casually before entering the kitchen to wash his hands and get some tea, “He’s a total menace when you are not here. He wouldn't go to bed last Saturday and I had to promise him a vacation to Dorne in the summer and ten private museum tours.”

“Maybe he just likes me better.” Jacaerys joked. Contrary to most people’s belief, Jacaerys was not as serious as he looked. Granted his sense of humor could be considered dry in common standards, but Cregan found it charming. In fact, he found everything about Jace charming, from the young man’s intelligence, diligence, strong sense of responsibility, to his handsome features, relatively small but toned body (do not ask how Cregan knew it) and those pink lips that looked so soft and kissable.

“Perhaps.” Cregan said, pouring milk and sugar into his tea as if his life depended on it, “I like you very much, so maybe Rickon takes after me.”

Jacaerys’s smile disappeared, replaced by something unreadable.

“We talked about this, Cregan.” Jacaerys lowered his voice, as if he feared there were ears in the wall, “You are married. I am your son’s sitter. We cannot-”

“I am going through a divorce, Jace.” Cregan said, stopping at the high chair where Jacaerys sat, “And Rickon is sleeping, so technically, you are off duty now.”

Jacaerys could smell the aftershave from Cregan, fresh woody scent with a hint of musk, reminding him of a cozy cabin in the snow. Cregan always made him feel cozy, like sitting beside a burning hearth. Chatting with the Stark had become Jace’s favorite pastime, and he had grown very fond of the man, but it didn't mean he could cross the line. Call him a conservative, but it just didn't feel right to develop a relationship with your employer, no matter how much Jace wanted it.

“Relax.” Cregan said, stopping right behind Jace, “I haven’t done anything inappropriate yet.”

“You shouldn’t.” Jacaerys replied, but somehow, he didn't struggle when a pair of strong arms snaked around his waist.

Cregan chuckled, resting his chin on Jace’s shoulder, his little stubble stinging the sensitive skin on Jace’s neck. Cregan felt cold, but warm at the same time. The feeling was too complicated to describe. Jace had never felt anything like this before, the slight tingling creeping up his spine, the clench of his stomach, and the lump in his throat.

“It’s up to me to decide, isn't it?” Cregan whispered in Jace’s ear, brushing his lips against Jace’s cute earlobe.

“Cregan-”

Jace never had the chance to finish his sentence, for Cregan had sealed their lips together into a passionate kiss. It was not the first time they kissed, but it was the first time Cregan’s tongue sneaked into Jace’s mouth. Cregan tasted just like how Jace had imagined it, fresh like the fresh air of a crisp winter morning and warm like a cup of hot liquor. Jacaerys should push the man away. He really should, but his mind was too clouded by the caffeine and intense reading that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just placed his hand on Cregan’s strong chest, but didn’t push.

“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this,” Cregan whispered as they parted to catch their breath, “and what kind of nasty thoughts are on my mind whenever I see you.”

“Pervert.” Jace murmured, his cheeks burning, “I am your son’s sitter!”

“You like me doing perverted things, don’t you?” Cregan’s large hand slipped into Jace’s sweater, roaming on the young man’s smooth skin and stopping at his nipple, “Or you won’t be like this.”

Cregan teased Jace’s stiff nipple with his fingers, pressing, pinching, and embedding his nails into the flesh. Jace jolted in surprise, breathy moans escaping his lips.

“Cregan, we really shouldn’t.” Jace tried again, but his words were powerless.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.” Cregan lifted his head from Jace’s neck, and looked straight into the young man’s soft brown eyes, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

How could Jacaerys tell him to stop? Cregan felt so warm, their bodies pressing tightly together, so perfectly matched like two matching puzzle pieces. Jacaerys liked Cregan. No, hell, he fancied Cregan, from the moment he came to the house to interview for the nanny’s job. Jacaerys tried to keep his affection hidden, for he felt embarrassed and guilty that he had developed feelings for his married employer who happened to be a guy.

Jacaerys was the first to break eye contact. He couldn’t look at Cregan’s eyes anymore, so honest and open, as if making out in the kitchen when his son was fast asleep in the room was absolutely normal. Jace didn’t struggle when Cregan’s hand slipped into his sweatpants.

“You are hard.” Cregan observed, wrapping the bulge between Jacaerys’s legs in his large palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You are, too.” Jacaerys said, more like a retort. He reached down to Cregan’s pants and mirrored the large man’s gesture, amazed at how large Cregan was. Jacaerys was not some pillow princess. Once he had made up his mind, he would do everything within his power to enjoy the moment. And now, he had made up his mind to fuck Cregan tonight.

Fuck moral standards. Fuck appropriateness.

“For you.” Cregan wrapped his free arm around Jace’s tiny waist and lifted the young man up onto the counter, and settled between Jace’s legs.

Jace instinctively wrapped his legs around Cregan, pressing their groins together, their hard cocks making first contact through Jace’s sweatpants and Cregan’s jeans. Even through layers of fabric, Jace could feel Cregan’s pulsing cock so much that he couldn’t help but swallow, anticipation slowly building inside him.

They kissed again, eagerly taking off each other’s clothes. Soon Jacaerys was sitting on the counter completely naked, his butt against the cool surface, his laptop and coursework completely forgotten. Cregan had taken off his shirt and his jeans were half way down his legs, exposing his massive cock and the thick bush in his groin. Cregan’s body hair was just as dark as his hair, a little rough to the touch like his stubbles, which Jacaerys just adorned.

“Fuck, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” Cregan marveled, pumping Jace’s cock with one hand and groping the young man’s tight ass with the other.

“You are more romantic than I expected.” Jace joked, sweat dripping down his curls onto Cregan’s lips, which Cregan licked clean immediately.

“I want to fuck you.” Cregan said, always so open and honest that Jace found it cute.

“Okay.” Jace nodded, opening his legs a little more.

“Okay?” Cregan asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What? Are you backing down now, Mr. Stark?” Jace chuckled, deliberately calling Cregan by the man’s family name, as if they were nothing more than employer and employee.

“No. OF course not.” Cregan flipped Jace over and covered the young man with his large form, “You cannot get rid of me now, Jace.”

Jacaerys had no such intention, but Cregan would have to wait to hear him confess.

#house of the dragon #hotd #my asks #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #cregan x jace #jacegan #first attempt #smut

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