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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀
hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!
Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)
summary: in the request!
warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3
notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...
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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch.
“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you.
“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup?
“Jace is being a-“
“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“
“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction.
“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table.
There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)
After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink.
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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem.
Your shower wasn’t working.
You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again.
You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea.
But that meant you only had one more option. Jace.
Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice.
You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!
As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-
“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head.
“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”
“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”
“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk.
“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him.
You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more.
Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist.
“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude.
“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor.
You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt.
He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you.
He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit.
“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out.
He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more.
Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance.
Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.
He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high.
“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close.
Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue.
You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with.
“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing.
He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest.
He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace.
“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head.
“What does what mean?”
“Everything you said, about being yours?”
Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment.
“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips.
“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?”
“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”
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Please|| Jace Herondale x reader
Summary: you’ve been teasing jace all day until he can’t take it anymore
Warnings: smut
“Love, please!” You we’re teasing jace the whole day, starting this morning when you both woke up and gave jace head but then pulled away right when he was about to cum and just continued with the day.
Then at lunch when you ran your hand over jace's visible bulge and pushed your hand into his pants teasing the tip of his cock with your tumb- as you again pulled away when you felt that he was close.
Now, late afternoon jace has been following you through the whole institute, begging for you touch as you would just ignore him and he slowly gave up the hope that he would get to cum today as you just laughed to yourself- knowing the power you had over this desperate man.
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When jace stopped following you around, you decided to go shower before you went to bed.
You took of your clothes before you stepped into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for it to become warm.
You closed your eyes as you felt the warm water running down your body.
When you were wet enough you turned around to grab the shampoo bottle as you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your back against a chest.
“Jace…” you tried not to let out a moan as you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass.
“Why are you doing this to me y/n” you turned to face him as you pressed your lips against his and put one hand up to his neck,pulling him closer, as the other one slowly slides down his chest to his hard length, wrapping your hands around it as you slowly pump his cock, as jace moans into the kiss when you felt him thrusting into your hand.
“That’s right, fuck my hand baby. C’mon tell me what you want, you’ll get it”his head felt down onto your shoulder as he uncontrollably moans into your ear- struggling to speak.
“I wanna feel you… please..” he whispers as the pleasure became a little too much when he felt your tumb on the tip- just like you did at lunch
“You are feeling me”you said as your pace quickens and you felt him getting closer again.
“Wann-wanna feel your mouth around me, please angel…”you heard him whine as he bucks his hips into your hand again when he felt you pulling away from him as he signed before his head was thrown back.
It wasn’t long until you pushed jace on the wall, bringing his attention back to you as you dropped on your knees, becoming on eye level with his cock as your hands wrapped around him again when you took the tip into your mouth, running your tongue over it as jace’s head was thrown back and he had a strong grip on your hair.
You slowly took all of him into your mouth- licking up his length,until you felt him on the back of your throat.
“Fuck, just like that..” you began to suck on his cock as you thrust him in and out of your throat-pumping the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.
You hear jace letting out moans which are followed with your name- telling you how good you’re taking him.
“Don’t stop angel, please”you feel him twitch inside you as you feel his cum spilling out of him, down your throat as you swallowed it all.
After jace stopped filling your mouth you get up on your feet as you pulled him into a kiss- giving him a taste of himself.
“Thank you”he mumbled against your lips.
“We should get out of the shower” you said as jace grabbed towels for you both before walking back to you room.
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Lost and Found - Jace Herondale x female reader
Summary: You find out you're pregnant after what you thought was a one night stand
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: hurt/comfort
Notes: This was meant to be part of a series of them finding out you're pregnant but it works as a stand alone
Y/N's POV
The clang of seraph blades echoes through the training room as Jace and Clary engage in an intense sparring session. Their movements are fluid, synchronised, a testament to their years of training together. I just watch from the sidelines, a knot of guilt and fear tightening in my chest with each clash of Stella.
Clary’s fiery red hair trails behind her as she darts across the training room, her emerald eyes ablaze with determination. She’s a whirlwind of energy and passion, her slender frame moving with a fluidity that belies her strength. Despite the intensity of their training, their’s a playful glint in her eyes as she flirts shamelessly with Jace, her words carrying a hint of mischief.
“Come on Jace, you’re not going easy on me, are you?” She teases, a sly grin playing at the corners of her lips as she parries his attacks with ease.
As Jace's golden hair catches the harsh light of the training room, his smirk seems to glow, accentuating the lines of his chiseled features. His azure eyes, filled with amusement, lock onto Clary's with an intensity that sends a pang of jealousy coursing through me. Each fluid movement he makes is like a knife twisting in my chest, reminding me of what I can never have.
“You know me, Clary," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. "I never go easy on anyone, especially not you.”
Clary, with her fiery red hair framing her determined expression, flirts shamelessly with Jace even more, her laughter ringing out like a melody that I can't bear to hear. It's as if they exist in a world of their own, where I'm nothing more than a distant observer, a ghost haunting the edges of their happiness.
The pain of watching them together is like a weight pressing down on my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs until I can barely breathe. Knowing that I carry a child — a child that probably isn’t wanted by the man I love— only adds to the suffocating sense of despair that threatens to consume me.
I have to sit there, head in my hands, as the realisation sinks in: I’m trapped in a situation that has no happy ending. I'm carrying a child that will never know the love of its father, condemned to a life of loneliness and uncertainty. And as I watch Jace and Clary spar, their laughter echoing off the walls of the training room, I can't help but feel like a pawn in a cruel game, destined to lose no matter which way I turn.
Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to come to terms with the harsh reality of my situation. I want to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but instead, I sit there in silence, the weight of my despair bearing down on me like a heavy burden that I can never hope to shake.
As tears continue to blur my vision, a gentle but familiar hand lands on my shoulder, its touch a lifeline in the sea of darkness that threatens to engulf me. Startled, I glance up and find Jace crouching in front of me, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of something else—something that sends a flutter through my chest.
“Hey,” he says softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos, “What’s going on?”
I swallow hard, struggling to find the words to express the turmoil raging inside me. But Jace’s presence is like a beacon of light in the darkness, urging me to open up and share my burden.
“I…” My voice breaks, and I shake my head, unable to form the words that threaten to spill from my lips. I can't ruin this for them—not when Clary stands nearby, her empathetic gaze silently urging me to speak. But Jace's touch on my cheek is gentle yet insistent, his warm palm cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze once more.
A choked sound escapes my lips, and I let my head fall forward, my forehead pressing against Jace’s His breath catches in his throat, but instead of pulling away or getting angry, he waits, his arms a silent invitation for me to share my burden.
And so, with a trembling breath, I whisper the truth—the truth that I’ve been hiding for almost three weeks now, expecting the worst but hoping for the best, “I’m pregnant Jace.” And to my surprise, Jace doesn’t pull away or recoil in anger. Instead, he pulls me from the chair and into his strong, safe arms holding me against his chest as if he never wants to let me go.
I bury my face in his chest, my tears soaking the fabric of already his sweat-stained shirt, but I could’t care less about the mess of sweat and grime clinging to his skin. All that matters is that he’s here, holding me close, offering me the comfort and support I so desperately need.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my voice muffled against his chest, “I didn’t mean to ruin everything for you and Clary. I know you don’t want a kid.”
But Jace’s response is not what I anticipated. With surprising gentleness, he hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. Pain flickers behind his heterochromatic eyes, mirroring the turmoil in my own heart.
“Hey,” He murmurs, his voice tinged with sadness, “Clary and I… we’re just friends now. Things have changed between us.” His words strike me like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the fog of my despair. I search his eyes for any hint of deception or regret, but all I find is sincerity and unwavering determination, “Just because we didn’t plan this,” He continues, his voice steady despite the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a part of this child’s life. I may not ave expected it, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”
Tears blur my vision as his words wash over me, a wave of relief and gratitude flooding my senses. In that moment, I realise that maybe—just maybe—there's hope for us yet. Hope for me, for him, and for the little life growing within me.
Then, Jace surprises me even more, drawing my face up to his so he can ghost a kiss over my lips. My breath catches in my throat, a gasp escaping me at the unexpected touch of his lips against mine. It's tender, fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire that burns brighter than any fear or doubt.
Before I can even register what's happening, my hands find his hair, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss with a hunger born of longing and desperation. His lips meet mine with equal fervour, a silent affirmation of the emotions that swirl between us—a whirlwind of passion, love, and unspoken promises.
And then, just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away.
Just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away, filling me with a sense of wonder and awe at the life growing within me. But, before we can lose ourselves completely in the moment, a clearing of the throat interrupts us. We look up to see Alec standing there, his eyebrows raised in silent inquiry as he gazes down at us.
Reality comes crashing back, and I suddenly remember where we are—the bustling training room filled with Shadowhunters going about their duties, oblivious to the personal drama unfolding before them. Heat floods my cheeks as I pull away from Jace, my hands falling away from his hair as I straighten up, attempting to compose myself.
"Uh, hi Alec," I stammer, my voice sounding small and unsure in the sudden awkwardness of the situation.
Alec's expression softens as he takes in our flushed faces and tangled limbs, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Hey, guys," he says, his tone light but tinged with amusement. "Everything okay here?”
I nod, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, we're fine," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "We were just…talking."
Alec's lips twitch in a faint smile, but he doesn't press us for details. Instead, he nods in understanding. “Seemed a lot more than talking,” he says with a smirk before turning to leave.
As he disappears back down the hallways probably to his office, I let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation wash over me. "We should go to the infirmary," I murmur, turning to Jace with a hesitant smile. "Just to make sure everything's okay before we tell everyone.”
Jace nods, his expression filled with determination and love. "Of course," he says, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "Let's go make sure our little one is doing alright.”
And with that, we link hands and make our way out of the training room, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead, together.
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hey!! could you do a enemies to lovers where jace teases the reader for actually loving him and not hating him like she says she does then she gets flustered and jace also teases her about that too and it ends with him eating her out?? sorry if it’s too specific!!
hello hello!
so like I said, writing for Jace is a lil out of my comfort zone, just because I don't know too much about the mortal instruments and that sort of universe in general. but I've given it my best shot for you! and the specifics help a lot, thank you! I hope this is alright. <3
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, SCRAM KIDS or I'll turn the hose on you. enemies to lovers. oral sex (f receiving). a few swears.
note: okay well...I guess I do smut on the reg now, sorry mom and jesus.
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Life at The Institute was not exactly where you thought you would be growing up. You had only recently learned the truth about your early life and birth parents. They were both shadow hunters, and they had placed you for adoption, in fear for your safety; wanting to keep you away from the evils and darkness that swelled around them. Eventually, your intuitive and gifted mind sorted out the truth, uncovering the very world they tried to keep you from.
You tracked down The Institute, meeting Alec, Isabelle, and Jace, upon arrival. Letting them know that you hoped to find your fellow shadow hunter parents, they invited you in, offering their help and hospitality. Alec and Isabelle were lovely and the three of you hit it off rather quickly. However, Jace was not as warm to you.
In fact, he had a chip on his shoulder that made it awfully hard for you to enjoy his company. A smugness and sarcastic nature that never failed to instantly annoy you when he walked into a room. He seemed to always know how to push your buttons; making snarky comments, being short with you, getting you frustrated and worked up before smirking to himself, having the victory of getting to you. It was like a game to him.
You sat in your room this morning, reading your current choice of literature, sipping a mug of tea before you started your day. A knock came upon your door, startling you momentarily. You gently closed the book, marking your spot, and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. As you grabbed your robe from your bedpost, another knock came from the door.
“Just a minute!” You called, cursing under your breath at whoever couldn’t wait more than 20 seconds for you to open the door.
Once you had made yourself decent, you went over and turned the knob, swinging the door open. On the other side, you were annoyingly met with Jace. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, revealing his many rune markings across his toned torso. He was significantly taller than you, so your eyeline was at his chest.
“My eyes are up here, love.” He smirked. “I know it’s hard to take your eyes off though.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door frame, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Jace?”
He held up a notebook, your journal. “I believe this is yours.”
Your eyes widened as you snatched it from him. “Where did you find this?!”
“It was on a windowsill in the library, you must have left it there. You’ve got some interesting ideas, by the way.” He winked.
You instantly saw red, realizing he had read these private thoughts of yours. “You read my journal?!”
“Well, I had to see who it belonged to, didn’t I? You really shouldn’t be leaving your belongings around if they’re so valuable to you.” He still held his smirk.
“I didn’t mean to leave it anywhere…When did you even find this? You’re not usually up this early.” You tucked the journal under your arm.
“Couldn’t sleep…I was just really invested in what I was reading. Especially page 23.” He leaned against the doorframe to match your position, raising his eyebrows at you.
“You son of a…” You quickly whipped open the notebook to the page he had mentioned. Scanning your writing, you came across a short passage you had written about Jace.
I almost fell flat on my face in the hallway, but Jace actually caught me. He asked if I was alright, even. I’m not sure what kind of good mood he was in, I would have expected him to let me knock my own teeth out. It was a surprisingly nice moment. But god, I really can’t stand him sometimes. He’s rude, cold, full of himself, just insufferable… It’s such a shame he really is rather attractive. If he had any redeeming qualities, I’d maybe even say I would be into him. I would have enjoyed having his hands on me. I really wish I could like him. Truthfully, I want to like him. I think I do care about him somewhere deep down. But he just has to be a total asshole all the time.
You looked up to Jace, who was grinning wickedly. You slammed the book shut, tucking it back under your arm.
“I bet you’re just so pleased with yourself.” You hissed, scrunching your face into a scowl.
“I’m always pleased with myself. But I’m more interested in the fact that it seems you are actually rather pleased with me.”
You scoffed. “Oh my god…you’re delusional.”
“I think you’re the one being delusional. You wrote it yourself. You really don’t think I’m all that terrible, do you?” He leaned forward slightly.
“I do. I do think you’re terrible.” You said in a stern tone.
He shook his head. “I don’t think you do…I think you really do like me.”
“Oh my god…” You rolled your eyes. “I do not! You’re infuriating.”
Jace chuckled. “And I’ve noticed how you look at me, too, when you think I don’t notice.”
“I-I don’t look at you in any way… I don’t-” You raised your voice at him, and he chuckled again. “See you’re just trying to mess with me right now, like always. Jace, it’s 7am. It’s too early for this shit.”
You went to close your door, but he held his hand out.
“You wouldn’t get so worked up if you didn’t care about me, would you?” He cocked his head.
You huffed, lost for words about how to convince him that you didn’t have feelings for him. Maybe a few times you thought he looked nice, or maybe you had a strange dream about the two of you together…but you didn’t have feelings for him. No, absolutely not.
Jace stepped through the threshold of your room, closing the door behind him. You found yourself swallowing hard as all you could do was watch him. He stepped closer to you.
“Jace…” You started to say. “I…I don’t…” Your gaze fell again to his chest.
“Oh, but you do, don’t you?” He said, just barely above a whisper, stepping closer again.
Your mouth fell open slightly, to say something, anything. All you could do was shake your head no, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping it lightly. You brought your eyes up to him; his were dark, staring deep into yours. He was intoxicating, you felt an ache between your thighs, finally realizing the walls you had been putting up were falling away. You needed him. He tilted his head as he gently caressed your cheekbone with his thumb. Only centimeters separated you now.
“Jace-“ You started to say, but were soon cut off by his lips pressed into yours, which you didn’t fight.
In fact, you pressed your own lips hard into his. His hand fell from your cheek, snaking around your waist, resting on the small of your back. Your hands came up, journal dropping with a thud to the floor from under your arm, pressing against his bare chest as he pulled you into him. He pushed you slowly backward towards your bed; your whole body and mind were buzzing, you barely even noticed until you felt the back of your legs hit the mattress and Jace gently lowered you down on to your back.
His lips traveled from your lips down to your neck, nipping and licking, as he ran his hands over your torso. Your breath was heavy as you reveled in his touch.
“Let me show you that I can play nice too.” He whispered against your neck.
He sat up on his knees on either side of your hips. His hands reached for the tie on your robe, pulling it teasingly slow, smirking down at you. He pushed away the satin fabric from your top half, revealing your torso, covered only by a sheer bralette that you had slept in. He dipped down again, delivering kisses to your collar bone, making his way more center, to just under your throat, then down between the valley of your breasts, and down to your stomach. As he traveled lower, he parted your robe further, displaying your light pink panties; a patch of arousal already soaking through the fabric. His eyes looked up to you hungrily, noticing how badly you ached for him.
“All for me?” He winked.
He placed a soft kiss on your thigh as he pinched the fabric on the waist band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and letting them fall to the floor. Lowering himself between your legs, he held eye contact with you as his lips made contact with your pussy, teasing you with a soft kiss. You whimpered, bucking your hips ever so slightly, eager for more, you needed more. He chuckled to himself.
“Don’t get greedy.” He smirked.
“Jace…please…” You whined.
“Well, since you asked nicely…”
He maintained his eye contact as he brought his mouth to your clit. His soft tongue generously started working on you and your breath hitched, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him smile against you, seeing you squirm in pleasure under his touch. His tongue lapped at your clit in perfect rhythm, circling it euphorically, sucking every now and then for added sensation. You rocked your hips into him, quiet moans escaping your throat that were music to his ears. He teased a finger at your entrance, driving you wild for just a moment, before plunging inside, curling upward.
“Mmm, oh god…” You breathed. “Please don’t stop.�� Your hands found their way down to his blonde locks, entangling your fingers in them.
He slipped a second digit in, curling that one along with the other. You gasped, throwing your head back against the mattress. Your mind went fuzzy, only managing to whimper and let out strings of curses and his name. He loved hearing his name on your lips like that. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, arching your back, as your legs started to shake.
“Jaaace…fuck…I-I’m…gonna…ohmygod.” You moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.
“That’s it, baby. Go on, let it go.” He said against you, placing his free hand on your lower belly, increasing the pressure.
It was all the extra pressure you needed for the coil to snap. You shook and bucked your hips as he kept his tongue and fingers working, riding out your orgasm with you, leaving no ounce of pleasure for you ignored. He kept going until your moans turned into gasps of overstimulation. It was so much, but you didn’t want to tell him to stop. He slipped his fingers out of you as you came down from your high. He then placed one last gentle kiss on to your swollen, sensitive bud, kissing his way back up to meet your lips, tasting yourself on him. Your excitement coating his lips and chin, glistening in the early morning light that came through the window.
“So, it seems like you do like me after all…quite a lot, actually.” He grinned.
You let out a soft burst of air through your nose as a smile grew across your face. You hand rose to tousle his hair, bringing his lips back to yours.
“Maybe you’re right…” You smiled.
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So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader
୨♡୧ this is the first (and longest) Jamie fic i ever wrote, jace literally owns me. i wanted to post it when my tags started working again but i don't think that's gonna happen :( so reblogs are very much appreciated!! :) <3 UPDATE: MY TAGS WORK AGAIN!!!!
୨♡୧ warnings: NSFW!! smut, oral (f and m recieveing), praise and degradation, jace being jace, spitting, shower sex?, inexperienced reader, experienced jace (ofc), innocence kink?, possibly breeding kink? p0rn with a bit of plot, i could add to this forever, enemies to lovers?, based on a taylor swift song (so it goes IS jace's song, just listen to it!!)
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From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to have an impact on his life. He would never say he believed in love at first sight, but it would explain a lot. The way he got excited when you entered the room, he felt himself blush when you’d speak to him, anything you’d do would make him wish for a chance to be yours. But he knew that could never happen, to love is to destroy.
The first time you met Jace, you could tell instantly that he hated you- despised you, even. You could hear him sigh whenever you entered the room, as if he was already bored by your presence, he’d look the other way when you tried to talk to him. Isabelle had told you he was like this, but you refused to believe this was his normal behaviour.
You arrived at the Institute a couple of months ago, your family had been friends with the Lightwoods for years, so when you were made to leave your hometown you were told to go there. It was rather nice, but it wasn’t home. Jace made it obvious that it wasn’t your home.
When the Institute was informed of a large-scale demon attack down in the city, Jace had demanded you stay here ‘she’s too young, she’s not as well-trained as us. She’ll make us fuck it up.’ Oh, how you hated him- but a part of you could never hate him, you were intrigued by everything he did, everything he said, how he fought like he had a death wish, there was a part of you that admired him, maybe even loved him. But he would never feel the same way.
Once, when it was Jace’s turn to train with you, you had tripped and almost knocked him down with you, but he had caught you by the waist. There was something about the way he touched you that day that told you he may not hate you, maybe it was just more of a dislike. But his hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should have, and as you turned around it took everything inside him, all his strength and self control, to stop himself from kissing you.
“What do you mean? I’ve fought before-”
“And you almost got yourself killed, y/n.” Jace stated, picking all the blades he would need for this fight, “I don’t want to risk that- risk you getting us all killed, okay? Just stay here. Leave it to us.”
“But she’s been training with us for months now! I’m sure she has it in her!” Isabelle said, grinning as she handed you some weapons.
“No.” Jace demanded again, taking the weapons from you, what is his problem, you thought.
“Jace, Isabelle’s right. She’s been trained now, she knows what to do.” Alec added.
Jace sighed, it looked like he was deep in thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away.
“Fine.” He said, handing you another blade, “but if she gets us killed-”
“I won’t!” You groan, loading your belt up with weapons.
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The fight ended pretty badly. Shadowhunters from all over the country had come to help, it was believed that this was another attack from Valentine. So far, the death count was at 6. Alec was leaning over Isabelle, drawing the healing rune on her as quickly as possible. Her entire left arm was covered in blood, but selfishly all Jace could think of was you. Where were you? Were they going to find you dead or alive? He knew he should never have let you come with him.
With Isabelle now healed, Alec helped her up and they wandered over to Jace who was sat on the ground, covered in dirt and blood.
“We should head back,” Alec began, “the suns rising, they won’t come back-”
“Where’s y/n?” Isabelle interrupted, turning to look around. But you were nowhere to be found.
“Probably dead.” Jace murmured, rising to his feet, “I said she shouldn’t have come with us.”
“We’re going back to the Institute, I need to get Isabelle to the infirmary, why don’t you stay and look for her?”
“Why should I?” Jace huffed, “she’s not my probl-”
“Jace, she may not be your problem, but if she’s dead that will be our problem.” Alec said, sternly, “and also, if you wouldn’t be so arrogant all the time, you would’ve noticed the way she looks at you.”
And they were gone.
Jace stayed for longer than he would want to admit, looking for you. Holding his breath as he came to a pile of dead bodies, he prayed that one of them wouldn’t be you. And they weren’t. He had been searching for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of you. His heart dropped and he felt a lump in his throat. He told you to stay behind. He didn’t want you to get hurt, knowing how much that would hurt him.
Soon enough, he gave up looking. He just accepted that you had been killed and possibly turned to dust, or something along those lines. Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe because he’s always such a dick, of course you won’t do as he tells you. As he walked back to the Institute he was filled with regret, it became overwhelming. He wished he hadn’t gave the impression that he disliked you, as it was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just scared. He had never felt the way he feels about you with any other girl before, it terrified him. He would do anything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same.
Once he got back to the Institute, he checked on Izzy in the infirmary. Alec had informed Jace that Magnus Bane would be paying her a visit, as the runes didn’t have enough power to heal her fully. Jace knew how Alec felt about Magnus, along with how Magnus felt about Alec. He simply nodded and left, making his way to his room.
As he approached his room, he noticed his door was slightly open. Flooded with panic- which always turned into adrenaline for Jace- he grabbed a blade from his belt and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him.
“Y/n?” The blade fell to the floor and he rushed over to you, you had a similar problem to Isabelle, yet yours was less severe. Your arm had been caught, possibly clawed by a demon. “What are you doing here?”
“Alec didn’t want me seeing Isabelle’s-”
“When did you get here?”
“Just after the others… Jace I need your help,” you motioned towards your arm, “I didn’t want to ask Alec and I can’t draw runes very well with my other hand-”
Wasting no time, Jace reached for his stele and gently held onto the underside of your arm as he drew the mark on your injury. He felt you suck in your breath as he drew over the wound.
“It’s okay,” he comforted you, “you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”
He barely had time to realise what he had just said, too busy trying to not screw up the mark, as a slight whimper left your mouth, causing his body to stiffen.
The air in the room had seemed to have thickened. As Jace finished the rune, he looked up at you with a gentle smile as if to say ‘all done.’ This was the first time he had ever smiled at you.
“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe off some of the dirt, “Jace, you're filthy!”
He was going to something back, maybe along the lines of ‘i can be if you want’, but instead he leaned in towards you. The feeling of your skin on his drove him crazy, he had been craving it for months and now he finally had it he couldn’t hold back. Your lips brushed against each other, and you felt him swallow hard before tangling his hand into your hair and pulling you close, kissing you as if he would never kiss again.
Neither of you could quite believe what was happening, and neither of you wanted to stop. It was as if your prayers had been answered, you could not ask for anything more than this, than him.
“Jace,” you whisper as he pulls back for air. You were going to say something but he cut you off.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses, “when I couldn’t find you after the battle in the city I assumed you…” he couldn’t seem to say it, the one simple word. As if saying it would make it become true, “and it made me regret everything, I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have been such a dick towards you. I’m sorry, y/n.”
You couldn’t believe what he had said, he didn’t hate you and he even apologised? Jace wasn’t one to apologise very often, Alec had mentioned once. He’d always be so honest, even if it meant being mean.
Without replying to him, you pulled him back towards you again, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue swiped on your bottom lip as he tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp, your mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Everything about this felt so intimate, you had never been kissed this way before. It had even caused tingles in your lower belly, and you knew there was only one way to relieve yourself of them.
As Jace’s hands slipped under your t-shirt, you knew how this was going to go. Thinking quickly, you pulled back from the kiss and smirked, running your fingers through his hair.
“Why don’t we take a shower?” Your tone was very suggestive, there was no way in hell that Jace would turn you down.
“Sounds great, I was going to mention how you smell like pond water- Hey!” You smacked his shoulder playfully, standing up from his bed and taking his hand, leading him into his bathroom.
Once you shut the door, you pushed Jace against it, making sure to lock it before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level and crashing your lips together once more. This time was a lot more heated, as Jace played with the hem of your shirt, before lifting it up and over your head, breaking the kiss briefly and throwing it to the floor. You could tell he was quite experienced by the way he easily unclasped your bra, making you feel slightly worried- you had only slept with one boy, and he only lasted two minutes.
As your bra fell to the floor, Jace pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now kissing down your chest, to your breasts and finally your nipples. They quickly hardened with arousal as Jace’s lips wrapped around them, your hands stroking his hair as your mouth fell open. You had never been so turned on. You needed him, now.
“Jace,” you whimpered, “I thought we were gonna take a shower?”
“We will, darling. But you want this, right?” He checks, you tell him how you’ve never wanted anything else more in your entire life, only boosting his ego- in the moment, you couldn’t care less.
As Jace pulled away again, you felt cold at the lack of his touch. He started undressing, leaving both your clothes a messy pile on the tiled floor. As you began to undo your belt and slide your jeans down your legs, his hands stopped you. He took your hands and lifted them away as his hands slipped into your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear, throwing them to the side.
As he went to turn on the water, you noticed that you were both bare, exposed in front of each other. He motioned his finger ‘come here’, and so you followed him. He took your hand as he pulled you into the shower with him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the water fell on the both of you, it was rather cold- Jace noticed this and reached over you, as he pulled back the water started to become warmer.
You both stood and admired each other, you took in the scars on his skin, old wounds that would have possibly been fatal for any ordinary human. As he looked at you, he was also drawn to your scars, but also your curves. He couldn’t help but rest his hand on your hip, then his eyes betrayed him and you caught him staring between your legs.
Slightly flushed in embarrassment, you picked up his shampoo bottle. Pouring some into your left hand, you spun around him, so he was now under the water, facing the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and washing out the dirt and blood that had dried in his blonde locks. As it washed out in the water, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as his hands ran through his hair, the way he always did.
Then it was your turn. After pouring the shampoo into his hands, Jace pulled you close against him as his fingers ran through your hair, he massaged your scalp as he worked in the shampoo. It felt too good. As he accidently caught a knot in your hair, you let out a small gasp and he chuckled, wanting to tug on your hair again- but he decided to save that for later.
He took the bottle of body wash from the small shelf in his shower and worked it into his hands, before rubbing it across your body.
“Sorry, love, but you’re going to have to smell like me.” He couldn’t help but start at your breasts, massaging them with the bubbles, before working down your arms, neck, stomach, back- and finally, your legs. As he washed your legs, he got down on his knees. You almost moaned at the sight of it. He poured out some more body wash and began washing your left thigh, moving down to your knee, then your calf, your ankle, and foot. He then repeated this on your other leg. As he washed you, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your pussy, you were practically dripping.
He quickly finishes, standing again as you now start to wash him. You feel as his body eases under your touch, your hands move from his back to his arms, making sure to clean all the dirt from his skin. You’d never imagine Jace being this vulnerable with someone, but this wasn’t anyone, this was you. You moved down, now to his legs, you try your hardest not to look between his legs, knowing how it’ll make you feel, so you carry on down his legs.
Despite your inexperience in bed physically, you had come up with many scenarios in your mind. One of them was riding Jace’s thigh, and as your hand rubbed the bubbles into his skin, your mouth was practically watering at the thought all over again.
“All done,” you smile, standing back up again. Saying no more, Jace pushes you against the wall, his hands on your waist as the water continues to fall on you both. He connects your lips once more, the last time had been more desperate, now this was full of love, passion, want.
You bring your arms to wrap around his neck again, partially for balance. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, where you feel him begin to nibble the skin, sure to leave some bruising for tomorrow.
“Can I go down on you?” He asks against your neck, his kisses now moving down to your collarbone, “please?”
This completely threw you off, Jace was asking to go down on you?
“Please. Nobody’s ever done that before.” You confess. He lifts his head back up, giving you a look that says ‘seriously?’.
“Then I’ll be the first, darling. You’ll never forget it.” He says, smirk spreading across his face as he kisses down your chest to your tummy, and gets back down on his knees again. You feel those familiar tingles as he spreads your legs, placing one of them up on his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, sweetheart. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nod your head, biting down on your lip as you feel his fingers begin to spread your folds, his mouth placing a delicate kiss on your clit. His tongue then began to lick around the nub, gently flicking it up and down as you groaned, your hand coming down to his head. His mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked slowly, stopping for a moment and then sucking again. You felt your core clenching down on nothing, you wished he’d slip a finger into you, but one of his hands was wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place, and the other was holding your hand.
You were left gasping for air as you felt his teeth graze your clit, the new sensation clouded your brain, it seemed the only words you were now capable of saying were ‘Jace’ and ‘please’. This only encouraged him to tease you further. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, make sure that nothing could ever compare to the pleasure he gave you.
As he started sucking on your clit again, you began grinding down on his face. Then you felt your stomach tighten, this was more intense than any orgasm you had ever given yourself with just your fingers. You hadn’t yet realised you were holding your breath, but as you came on his face you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan.
“Holy shit,” you heard Jace say from between your thighs. His fingers now toying with your clit, causing you to squirm from the overstimulation. “I’ve never made anyone squirt before, that was insane!” He grins, wiping his face as he rises to his feet again. He notices you burying your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.” He says, moving your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips, causing you to taste yourself. As he pulled you closer to him, in attempt to deepen the kiss, you slightly pushed him back, plucking up the courage to ask him-
“Can I go down on you?”
He eagerly nodded his head.
“Only if you want to, of course.” He says.
“I want to try it. I’ve never done it before.” You say, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Before you reach your hand out to touch him, he stops you- you worry that you’ve already done something wrong and look up at him.
“What have you done before, darling?” He asks, not a single hint of judgement in his voice as he strokes your cheek again.
“Only the actual… act.” You explain, “it didn’t last very long, either.”
He frowns, looking down at you sympathetically.
“Poor baby,” if this was in any other situation, you would’ve smacked him. But right now wasn’t the time, “it’s okay, I’ll teach you.” He says, removing his hands from you. You take his cock in your hand, although it was too big for just one hand. You begin pumping it in your fist, but you worried this wouldn’t be enough, “if you want, you could use your mouth,” Jace says between pants. Like him, just the sight of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum. You take the tip of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. You hear him moan your name, knowing you must be doing something right, you continue your actions.
Soon, deciding you wanted to change it up again, you attempt to take his entire length in your mouth, although you ended up gagging after taking just over half of him. His hand comes down to your wet hair, stroking your head, telling you to only do what you’re comfortable with- but after giving you the best orgasm of your life, you feel like you owed him this.
So you try again, hollowing your cheeks and you manage to take more of him down your throat. His hand comes down to hold you in place, forgetting in the moment that this is your first time and that he should be gentle, but you didn’t want him to hold back. You gagged around him again, and he quickly removed his hand, cursing himself and apologising to you. But all you did was take his hand again, putting it back where it was and looking up at him as if to say ‘it’s okay.’
You suspected he was close, words fell from his mouth such as ‘good girl, taking my cock like this’, ‘your mouth feels like heaven’, ‘look at you, with my cock stuffed down your throat’, ‘my pretty little slut’. You loved hearing the words that came from his mouth, they only pushed you into taking him further, desperate for him to cum in your mouth.
“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He warns you, but to his surprise you only suck harder on him, needing to taste him.
He was pushed over the edge when you looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, he had never seen anything like it. The way you took his cock, every last inch, into your mouth. You felt his cum start to leak out into your mouth- to your surprise it tasted quite pleasant, unlike what your friends described it as, but maybe it was just because it was Jace.
You swallowed every last drop, taking him out of your mouth when you knew you’d worked him through his high. You opened your mouth for him, showing him how you had taken his seed. All he could do was moan, and smile down at you.
You stood back up, holding onto him for support as your knees ached. You were so desperate for him to fuck you now, you felt your hips grinding into his without you even realising it.
“I need you,” you whisper against his neck, peppering him with kisses, “I need you to show me what it’s like to get fucked properly.”
Your words seemed to have the same effect on him as his did on you, as you heard his breath hitch and his hands grabbed your hips.
“Then I don’t think we should do it in the shower, baby.” He says before he turns the water off and helps you step out of the shower. He reaches for a couple towels, wrapping you up in one and him in the other as he leads you back to his room. You begin to dry yourself as he goes to double lock the door- you guess that he had been walked in on before. You try not to think too hard about Jace’s love life.
Once you were dried, you didn’t bother getting dressed, you just laid back on Jace’s bed like he instructed you to do. He smirked when he came back and saw you doing what he had asked.
When he was dry, he joined you on the bed. Leaning on top of you as he connects your lips again, his hand coming down to cup your heat.
“You touch yourself, right?” He asks, to which you nod your head. Afraid that opening your mouth will cause you to moan out loudly again, “of course you do,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you late at night. Such a dirty girl… show me.” He whispers, leaning back, his eyes on you.
You try to catch your breath, but it was impossible in this situation. Your right hand moves down your body, reaching where you need him the most. You rubbed your clit with your middle finger in tight circles, small gasps leaving your mouth as Jace just chuckled.
“You can do better than that.” Jace states, and you begin to go faster, feeling as your stomach tightens, you bite down on your free hand to stop the moans and whimpers spilling out, but he moved it, “I need to hear you, love.” He says.
As you were on the edge on another orgasm, Jace takes your hand in his, making you whine beneath him. He just continues to smirk, enjoying the sounds you make for him. Sounds you’ve made only for him.
“Jace,” you whisper, your hand tangling in his damp hair as his mouth comes down to your nipples again, “I need you.”
“Where, darling?”
“Inside me. Need to feel you here.” You say, taking one of his hands and placing it on your belly. It’s as if you flipped a switch, he licks over your hardened bud once more before spreading your legs apart for him as far as they could go, his cock pressing against you as his hand holds your hip.
“You ready?” He asks, his thumb stroking where he held your hip.
“Yes,” you moan, wanting to just take him and shove him inside you already.
You knew it would hurt, the size of him and your experience wouldn’t go well together, but you seemed to forget he was also rather experienced. As he begins to push himself into you, he whispers praises into your ear and he kisses down your neck.
“Taking me so well, good girl. I know you can do it.” He says, your eyes were screwed shut as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it when you were in discomfort. But once he was fully in, he paused for a moment, kissing you on the lips before telling you, “I’ll move when you’re ready, okay? Just let me know when.”
You were so grateful for how caring he had become in this moment, the thought of losing you had made him appreciate you more. He was so careful with you, but once you were both comfortable enough, you wanted that to change.
“You can move.” You whisper into his ear, and he begins to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of you. Rubbing against your walls deliciously, each time you clenched around him you heard him groan slightly.
As his pace quickened, you let go of his hair and flopped against his mattress, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You had truly never felt anything like it. The way he angled his hips caused him to brush against the special spot inside of you, causing your vision to blur and your mind to become fuzzy.
“Feels good?” Jace asks, knowing it clearly felt wonderful. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking me so well.”
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel a sudden pressure on your lower stomach and you look up to see Jace pressing down with his hand. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt like you were going to explode.
Drunk off the feeling of his cock, you look into his eyes. It was such an innocent thing to do, but the words that were about to leave your mouth were far from it.
“Jace,” you said between breaths, “I need you to cum inside me, please, please, need you to fill me up, all the way…” You trail off as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you than you thought was possible.
“Look at you beginning for my cum,” he chuckles, his voice dripping in lust, “sweet little whore, wanting me to show her how it feels to get fucked right, now wanting me to fill her up.” His words only made you worse, you couldn’t think straight as you clenched around him even more, “so desperate, aren’t you, darling? But you asked so nicely. Make a mess on my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”
You nod your head, not knowing what you had agreed to exactly, but if Jace was offering something who were you to turn it down?
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He says, leaning over you again, his arm beside you, supporting him. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. You hold it there for a moment before swallowing, opening your mouth again to show him you had indeed swallowed it.
Eager to make you finish before him, he pushes himself back up and begins toying with your clit again, knowing how sensitive it had now become, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to figure out what you like best.
“Jace!” You gasp, “I’m gonna…”
“Do it. Cum around my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He pants.
And before you know it, your body begins to squirm underneath him as you see white. You can only moan out his name and profanities. Your head was thrown back, your arms coming up lay on the pillows beside you. Jace lifts you by the hips, holding you as close as he possibly can before letting himself go inside of you. He holds you there for a moment whilst he comes undone, as if you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.
“Jace,” you whisper, his body collapsing beside yours.
“Holy shit.” He gasps, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Y/n, I love you. I have done since I first met you, I was just… scared. Scared you wouldn’t like me back. I know this is a lot to take in but-”
“I love you too,” you giggle, still coming down from the pure ecstasy he had gave to you, “I… I can’t think straight right now, baby. Let’s talk about it later. Right now I just want to cuddle.” You say, snuggling up to his chest.
“I guess I quite literally fucked your brains out.” Jace said, earning a half-hearted slap on the shoulder from you. “Sorry.” He added, his fingers playing with your damp hair as you fell asleep on his chest.
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He’s mine||jace wayland x fem!reader
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Warnings: jace being the perfect boyfriend, swearing, jealousy, use of y/n, slight smut
Summary: you and jace are inseparable but now clary comes to the institute and gets interests in jace
Extra: this is placed in 2009 instead of 2007 so jace’s 18 and reader too
“It’s a demon bite!”
After jace had brought this girl into the institute cause he thinks she isn’t a mundane because she saw him killing a demon with Alec and Isabelle made you quit angry.
If you could you would just throw her out of the institute, by just the way she looks at jace. Your boyfriend.
“Look she’s awake” the glass boy said while this girl slowly wakes up.
Jace arms was wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your head.
“Ah, shit what is that?” Red-head said as she touched the protection rune which cause her pain.
Jace wanted to say something as he got interrupted by glass-boy.
“That’s a rune, you can use them for anything, healing, protection, can yourself visible and invisible which Is so cool! And when you’re hung-“who was not getting cut off by jace.
“No! We weren’t sure but when I draw the rune on you and you didn’t die, we definitely knew you had shadowhunter blood in you” jace explained.
“Ok so here are clothes you Could wear. It’s not everyday we get girls here” Isabelle came in and put the clothes on the table next to red-head.
Jace knew you didn’t liked when other girls would come here so he said.“Alec, could you take clary to hodge? Me and y/n are going to our room”
“Yeah I guess”
———
“You don’t have to be jealous of here love,you know I love you” jace said as he could literally feel your death stares towards clary.
“I’m not, jealous” you tried to hide the fact that, if looks could kill clary would be dead the second you saw her with jace.
“Hmm, my love’s jealous over some girl I don’t know” he teased you with a smirked you absolutely adored.
“Fine. I was. So what I’m not the one giving you the look as she wants to marry you right now”
“But you do”he whispered in you ear.
“Some day”you closed the space between you, as you lips met where he immediately kissed you back.
His hands found you waist as he pushed you against the wall as you make out.
———
“So, this y/n and jace. They seem close” clary said as hodge told her about her mother being in the clave.
“Y/n and jace? Yeah, couple of 6 years, never thought they would truly love each other” clary’s body was filled with jealousy as she listen to hodge.
“And do they fight often?”
“No, at least I never knew or saw a fight between them, they’re always together. Inseparable”
“Hmm, okay..”
———
“Did you lock the door?” You moaned between the sentence as jace’s hands went to unbuckle your belt.
“No, but who cares?”His lips on your neck again, and as Jace was about to pull your pants down you hear a knock from your door.
“NOT NOW” jace yelled as the door opened anyway which revealed clary.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled up your pants.” Hodge said that these silent brothers are ready”
“Yeah uhm, wait downstairs ok?” Jace said as he put on his shirt again.
Clary whispered a “ok” as she closed the door.
“One person gets here and now we don’t even have privacy anymore?”
“I know love but I’ll be back as soon as I am ok? I love you” he quickly kissed you ok the lips before going downstairs.
———
“I can’t believe we’re going to Magnus just because of that stupid girl” You said annoyed as Isabelle did your hair.
“What did we say about being nicer to people?”you rolled your eyes as you and Isabelle went out the door downstairs to the Main door where alec, jace and clary were already standing.
“You look beautiful as always” jace said as kissed you head.
“Thank You” You smiled even wider when you could see clary staring at you two, eyes filled with jealousy.
———
“Well. I haven’t seen you in years shadowhunters” mag is appeared from behind.
“Though,I do kinda need to talk with clary”
“Wait how do you know her?-“simon- the glass boy was cut off by Magnus.
“Come with me”
“I still don’t get why we’re here”You mumbled.
———
You were even more pissed when Simon was kidnapped and you had to safe him because of clary.
That’s why You’re always told “don’t do anything with mundanes” .
But now you’re back and You’re in the library since jace is in the shower anyway.
“What is your problem with me?” You heard a voice behind you.
You turned around and saw clary.
“What do you mean?”You said innocently.
“You always give me these looks”
“Well, then stop staring at my boyfriend”now clary’s face got darker as she stepped infront of you.
“We both know this relationship won’t last forever. People come and go you know tha-“ you cut off clary by pushing her against the wall coming closer to her face.
“If you, ever say that again I will kill you clary fray. And you know why? Because he’s mine” you whispered the last sentence.
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Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader
Summary: this is a 5 + 1 of all the times you and Jace act like a couple even before you admit feelings for each other
Words: 6k
Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking
Y/N’s POV -
Part One
I’m not really sure when Jace appearing at random hours of the day in my apartment became a normal things. He’s dirty and covered in ichor from a demon hunt the Clave sent him and Alec on and he’s grumbling to himself as he shrugs off his leather jacket. There’s dried blood on him from wounds his iratze rune probably healed and he’s toeing off his shoes before grumbling more about the demons.
“I’m going to shower.” He tells me, voice gruff but there’s a softness to it as he addresses me.
“Alright Jace.” I respond, turning back to the show I was watching, waiting up for him to get back as it’s nearly 2am. Being a vampire is weird, especially a daylighter like Simon as at first I was nocturnal and now, suddenly, I’m back to daylight hours. It was weird getting used to humanity again but ever since Jace has been coming round it’s been easier somehow.
As I listen to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, I can’t help but think about how effortlessly Jace fits into my life. We’ve been…friends? Yeah, friends for so long, and lately, it feels like we’ve crossed some invisible line into something more. But whenever I’m around him, my heart would be pounding if it could still beat and there’s a stirring in my undead soul, a flutter of excitement I though I had long forgotten.
If it weren’t for Jace, I might have left the Shadowhunter world behind altogether, taken Magnus up on whisking me somewhere far away, maybe Canada, Clary and Simon, my own best friends, seem to have forgotten about me again, lost in their own adventures and relationship. And Luke, the only parental figure in my life, is more invested in his pack than checking up on me. But somehow, Jace always manages to find his way back to my doorstep, like a guiding light in the darkness.
I remember the first time he appeared on my doorstep, how he looked at me with those piercing golden eyes and saw something in me that no one else seemed to. He didn’t treat me like a monster or a freak because of what I had become, but instead, he saw me for who I truly am—a creature worthy of love and friendship.
And now, sitting here on the couch, waiting for him to remerge from the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder how the hell we ended up here in this weird dance and routine, so domesticated. One moment we’re battling demons and next, we’re lounging on the couch like a couple of teenagers on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Finally, after what feel like an eternity, Jace remerges from the bathroom, looking surprisingly innocent and boyish in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a graphic tee-shirt that I’m pretty sure is either mine or my brothers. His hair is still damp from the shower, tousled in a way that makes him look disarmingly handsome. Despite the exhaustion tech into his features, there’s a spark in his golden eyes that never fails to draw me in.
Jace collapses onto the couch beside me, his head finding its place on my shoulder, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. His weight against me is comforting, like an anchor tethering me to reality amidst the chaos of our lives. I close my eyes, revelling in the warmth of his presence and the steady rhythm of his breath against my skin.
As exhaustion finally catches up to him, his breathing evens out, lulling me into a sense of peace. I listen to the sound of his steady inhales and exhales, a gentle melody that soothes my restless mind. And as I drift off into sleep, I'm enveloped in the cocoon of his scent—sunshine and something uniquely Jace, mixed with the subtle fragrance of my shower products. It's a comforting aroma, one that fills me with a sense of belonging and contentment.
In the depths of slumber, I feel his warmth beside me, a constant presence that eases my fears and worries. But when I wake in the morning, he's gone, leaving behind only a hastily scrawled note on my coffee table. My heart sinks as I read his words, explaining that Alec called him in early for paperwork and debriefing on the previous day's hunt.
Despite the pang of disappointment at his absence, I can't help but smile at the thought of him, out there in the world, fighting alongside his fellow Shadowhunters. And as I rise to start the day, I carry with me the memory of his presence, the echo of his warmth lingering in the air like a promise of his return.
Part Two
I awake to a crashing and the grumbled cry of Jace, my panic immediately vanishing at the sound of his voice. My phone reads 7.03pm and I’m realising my nap was longer than I had planned or anticipated, having tried to stay awake for Jace who had messaged me to say he’d be home in time for dinner.
As I groggily process the situation, something within me stirs at the realisation Jace used the word “home” to describe my place. It’s a simple word, but coming from him, it carries a weight that sends a flutter through my un-beating heart. I push aside the covers and pull myself sleepy from bed, feeling the fabric of a shirt that definitely isn’t mine brush against my skin as it reaches mid-thigh.
Shuffling towards the kitchen, I’m met with the sight and smell of chaos. Jace is in the midst of a culinary disaster, his brow furrowed in frustration as he grumbles to himself. The scent of burning food fills the air, assaulting my sensitive vampire senses, But despite the mess and the mishap, there’s something oddly endearing about the scene—the way Jace is so determined to make dinner for us, even if it means nothing is going according to plan.
As I approach him, I can’t help but smile at the sight of him, his hir tousled and his expression a mix of annoyance and determination. Despite the chaos, there a sense of warmth and familiarity in the air, a feeling of him that I’ve come to associate with him.
I head straight for the fridge to grab fresh ingredients as soon as I get the gist of what he was trying to make by the minced meat and the spaghetti, catching the way he looks at me. There’s a softness in his gaze, a silent appreciation for my presence and the way I effortlessly step in to salvage the situation. But when I reach for the pasta sauce, Jace stops me, holding up a jar of red liquid.
My heart tries to burst out of my chest when I realise what it is. Jace wasn’t just trying to make dinner for us; he was trying to recreate a meal I loved as a human, altered for my now vampire self. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about his thoughtfulness and the depth of his care for me.
“Raphael said it was the best of the best and told me how to prepare it so it doesn’t…” Jace waves his hands around trying to think of the word Raphael used, “Separate?”
I can’t help but laugh softly at the face Jace makes as he says the word ‘separate’. It’s moments like these that remind me of just how endearing he can be, even when he’s trying his best to navigate unfamiliar territory like helping a vampire like me.
Stepping closer to him, I wrap my arms around him in a hug, feeling the tension in his muscles as he hesitates before finally relaxing enough to return the embrace. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he buries his face in my hair. In the moment, with the scent of blood and spices lingering in the air and the warmth of Jace’s embrace surrounding me, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man standing in front of me.
Reluctantly, Jace finally lets me go, suggesting we try cooking again. As I try to assist him, he’s suddenly spinning me back to face and him and gripping my waist in his strong hands, lifting me and sitting me on a clean area of the counter top, “You’re to just sit there and look pretty while I work this out.” He says with a smirk, a hint of redness colouring his cheeks.
I can’t help but let out the most embarrassing giggle at his sudden shyness, feeling a warmth spread through me at his playfulness. As I watch him move around the pitch with practiced ease, a sense of contentment washes over me. Despite the chaos and mishaps, being here with Jace feels like home.
And as I sit on the counter, watching him cook, I cant’t help but feel grateful for moments like these—simple, ordinary, mundane moments that remind me of what I could have had when human. Surrounded by the warmth and aroma of our makeshift meal and Jace’s soft humming as he cooks, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we have each other, we'll always find a way to make it through.
Part Three
The library is quiet as I slip inside, the familiar scent of old books and parchment greeting me like an old friend. Alec had given me permission to use the Institute as a safe haven whenever I like, and I often find myself wandering towards the library. It’s become my sanctuary, a place where I can escape the weird world I’m now a part of and lose myself in the pages of novels and histories.
As I roam the aisles, my fingers trailing along the spines of countless books, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The library is a treasure trove of knowledge, and I’ve made it my mission to learn as much as I can about the Shadowhunter world. I immerse myself in the histories of the Clave, learning about the battles fought and the heroes who rose to prominence, the history of the main families in this world.
Eventually, I pick a book off the shelves, one that Alec had actually recommended to me during one of our conversations. It’s a thick volume filled with tales of Shadowhunter lore, and I can’t wait to delve into its pages. With a contented sigh, I sink into one of the soft loveseats scattered throughout the massive library, feeling eh weight of the book in my hands as I lose myself in the pages.
For the rest of the afternoon, I’m lost in a world of magic and mystery, my surroundings fading away as I become immersed in the story unfolding before me. The hours pass in a blur, but in the moment, surrounded by the knowledge and history of the Shadowhunters, I feel a sense of belonging and purpose that I’ve been searching for since the day I was turned.
My attention is momentarily drawn away from the pages of the book in my hand by the faint murmur of voices approaching. It takes a moment but I’m recognising the voices, the cadence of their speech familiar to me even from a distance with my new hearing abilities. But it’s the sound of the library door opening that truly captures my attention, and when I look up, my heart skips a beat at the sight of a familiar blonde figure standing in the doorway.
Jace.
His golden eyes scan the room, searching, until they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that never fails to make my heart flutter like it’s still beating, “There you are, Mouse,” He greets, using the stupid pet name he’s decided for me, “You weren’t at home.”
As he strides over, my attention is captivated by the way his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his tight black shirt, each movement a testament to his strength and grace. My pulse would be skyrocketing if it could, and I can feel a flush from the recent blood I drank creeping its way up my neck as he stops in front of me, his presence commanding and magnetic.
“Hey Jace,” I manage to say, voice betraying the flutters of excitement I feel within me.
He smirks, golden eyes dancing with amusement as if he knows what he’s doing to me, “What were you doing here all alone?” He asks, tone teasing yet filled with genuine curiosity.
I just shrug, attempting to maintain an air of casualness despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, “Just needed the quiet.” I reply, my voice soft.
He nods in understanding, his expression softening as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture sending a shiver down my spine, igniting a rush of sensations that I struggle to contain. His proximity, his touch—it's all too much, and yet not enough.
“Hey, listen,” He says, his voice warm and inviting, “We’re all heading to the Hunter’s Moon to hear Simon sing, You wanna join us?”
The thought of being surrounded by so many voices, sounds and smells—the overwhelming sensory overload—has me shuddering involuntarily. I feel a knot form in my stomach, a wave of anxiety washing over me at the mere thought of venturing out into the bustling world beyond the quiet of the Institute currently.
With a shaky breath, I shake my head almost aggressively, “No, I think I’ll pass.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m… I’m not really in the mood for crowds tonight.”
Jace nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic, “Hey, that’s okay,” He reassures me, his voice gentle, and he’s surprising me by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, “You do what feels right for you. But if you ever change your mind, we’ll be there.”
I offer him a weak smile, grateful for his understanding, “Thanks Sunshine.” I murmur, the weight of my anxiety slowly easing with his words of reassurance and his sweet actions.
As Jace turns to leave, I watch him go, feeling a sense of longing wash over me like a gentle tide. His departure leaves an ache in my chest, a yearning for something more, something I can't quite name. But then, I feel the lingering warmth of his kiss on my cheek, a fleeting touch that sends a jolt of electricity through me.
Despite my reluctance to join them, a part of me wishes I could be there, sharing in the camaraderie and laughter with Jace and the others. The thought of being by his side, laughing and joking like we always do, fills me with a bittersweet longing.
In the moment, as I sit alone in the quiet solitude of the library, the whole interaction feels strangely domesticated, as if it’s something we’ve done a thousand times before. Jace’s kiss was casual yet intimate, like it was a natural extension of our friendship, and yet it leaves me yearning for more.
I can’t help but replay the moment in my mind, the sensation of his lips against my cold skin, the warmth of his touch. It’s a memory I want to hold onto, to savour and cherish, and yet it only serves to deepen my desire for him.
As I sink back into the soft cushions of the loveseat, the ache in my chest lingers, a constant reminder of the feelings I can’t shake. I want him to kiss me again, to make me feel alive in a way I never thought possible. And as I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, I know that despite the risks and uncertainties, I can't deny the pull he has on my undead heart.
Part Four
I honestly have no idea how I ended up in the training room with Jace but I definitely know how I ended up on my ass glaring up at his laughing figure. Jace decided that he was going to teach me how to defend myself as Alec wants downworlders to help Shadowhunters on patrols to bridge the gap that had formed since Valentine.
So here I am, climbing to my feet and glaring at Jace who readies himself for another round and my body is already aching. Jace is already readying himself for another round, and I steel myself for the onslaught, determined to at least make him break a sweat. As he lunges at me, I use my vampire speed to dodge and jab him in the back with my elbow with precision. But before I can revel in the small victory, he’s already spinning around and swiping my feet out from underneath me again.
I hit the ground with a frustrated grunt, the air would have been knocked out of me if I were still breathing. I let out a sound of pure annoyance as I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling so goddamn angry that I haven’t managed to get Jace down once.
“Come on, Mouse,” Jace says, offering me a hand up, “You’re getting better, I promise.”
I take his hand and pull myself to my feet yet again, but the weight of defeat still hangs heavy on my shoulders. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to measure up to Jace's level of skill and agility. It's frustrating, disheartening even, to constantly fall short despite my best efforts.
With a heavy sigh, I get back into position, expecting Jace to do the same but instead a small gasp is drawn from me when I feel his body practically pressed to my back as he adjusts my positioning. I feel a rush of warmth as he nudges my feet into a better position and adjusts my arms, guiding them a little higher.
His touch is firm yet gentle, his hands moving with practiced precision as he adjusts my stance. And then, his hands fall to my hips, twisting them slightly to improve my balance before he steps back, satisfied with his work.
I’m left standing there, the lingering sensations of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the lack of a heartbeat or any physical sensations, I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. Safe. Protected. As if, just for a moment, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders and I can simply be.
With a renewed determination, I square my shoulder and focus on the task at hand. As we being sparring again, I find myself moving with a newfound confidence, each strike more precise than the last. And then, miraculously, it happens—I actually manage to get Jace down for once.
I just watch in disbelief as he hits the ground, a surprised laugh escaping him as he looks up at me with sparkling eyes. In the moment, his laughter is like music to y ears, lighthearted. As Jace lies there, sprawled on the ground with a grin that could light up the room, I can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. His boyish charm and playful energy are infectious, making me forget for a moment that we're supposed to be training. But as he starts to rise, that cocky smirk forming on his lips, I know the challenge isn't over yet.
With a twinkle in his eyes, he beckons me forward, goading me to try again. His confidence is palpable, almost tangible in the air between us. And I, of course, take the bait, eager to prove myself once more.
But, as I unleash my vampire strength and speed, throwing my self into the spar with all I’ve got, I quickly realise that Jace has activated both runes, his agility now matching mine. His speed rune makes him a formidable opponent, dodging and waving with ease, always one step ahead.
In the blink of an eye, he’s behind me, sweeping my feet out from under me with a swift motion. I feel the ground rushing up to meet me, but my reflexes kick in instinctively. As I tumble backwards, I grab onto Jace’s shirt, pulling him down with me.
We land in a tangled heap, laughter bubbling up between us as we lie there, catching our breath. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the world around us fading away until it's just the two of us, tangled together on the ground. I can smell how sweet and like sunshine Jace’s blood smells in his veins and feel the way his heart is pounding as he buries his face in my neck.
And in the moment, I realise just how much I enjoy being with him, the easy camaraderie and undeniable chemistry between us, making me, again, realise just how domesticated we are with each other.
Part Five
The rain is coming down so hard it’s bordering on hail and as overwhelming as my senses are, the sound of it hitting the windows of my apartment is actually very comforting. Jace is in the shower again, coming back from another demon nest hunt and he’s told me he ordered pizzas on his way home as he invited the others around to jin us for the movie night before he jumped in the shower.
As grateful as I am for his presence, a flicker of anxiety creeps into my mind at the thought of the others joining us. Alec and Magnus have always been welcoming, their easygoing nature together putting me at ease from the start. But Simon and Clary, lost in their own bubble of love, often seem oblivious to anyone around them nowadays, especially me their childhood friend. And Izzy.. well, Izzy can get anyone she wants with a bat of her eyelashes has me a little jealous.
As I wait for Jace to emerge from the shower, the sound of the rain drumming against the window grows louder, echoing the turmoil of my thoughts. I find myself questioning whether I’ll be able to navigate the dynamics of the evening, whether I’ll be able to hold my own amidst the company of the Shadowhunters and Downworlders that make up Jace’s inner circle.
But then, as if sensing my apprehension, Jace appears, a towel draped casually around his waist and a smile lighting up his face. It’s as if time itself pauses for a moment, allowing me to drink in the sight before me. His presence is like a beacon of light in the dimly lit apartment, his golden eyes sparkling with warmth and mischief. With his damp hair tousled and his skin glistening with droplets of water, he looks every bit like an adonis, a vision of strength and beauty.
The towel draped casually around his waist hangs dangerously low, teasingly revealing the beginnings of his happy trail. My gaze is drawn to the tantalising glimpse of skin, the curve of his hips, the sculptured muscles of his abdomen. It's a sight that leaves me breathless, a reminder of just how effortlessly attractive he is.
But it's not just his physical appearance that captivates me; it's the way he carries himself, with a confidence that borders on arrogance yet somehow remains endearing. His smile is like a beacon of warmth, infectious and irresistible, drawing me closer with its magnetic pull.
As he moves closer, the scent of his shower gel fills the air, a heady mixture of musk and citrus that sends a shiver down my spine. I find myself mesmerised by the play of light and shadow on his skin, the way the droplets of water cling to his body like liquid diamonds. He brushes a gentle kiss against my cheek, his touch reassuring in its familiarity, a warmth spreading through me, soothing the lingering traces of anxiety that had gripped me moments before. His touch is a familiar reassurance, grounding me to the present moment and easing the flutter of my nonexistent heartbeat.
But before I can fully lose myself in the intimacy of the moment, a sharp knock at the door interrupts us, shattering the fragile bubble of privacy we’ve created. With a playful smack to Jace’s arm I stop him from heading to the door, “Go get some damn clothes on, I’ll answer it.” Before I’m striding over to answer the door, cheeks flushed with a heat that most likely betrays the intensity of my emotions.
As I swing the door open, Jace is ducking into our room and I’m met with the amused gazes of Alec and Magnus, their eyebrows raised in teasing curiosity. Magnus’ playful smirk hints at the mischief dancing in his eyes, while Alec's expression is a mix of amusement and affection.
Despite my embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, I can't help but smile at the sight of them. Their presence is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the room and dispelling the tension that had threatened to linger.
Suppressing the urge to bury my burning cheeks in my hands, I offer them a sheepish grin, knowing they heard what I said through the door, hoping to deflect their teasing with a lighthearted remark. But as Magnus's eyebrow quirks suggestively, I know that my attempt at nonchalance has fallen short. So, with a sigh of resignation, I step aside to let them in, knowing that there's no use in trying to hide the flush that still colours my cheeks
As I step aside to let them in, Alec hands me a DVD with a knowing smile. I can’t help bit roll my eyes fondly at his choice—Dracula. It’s become somewhat of an inside joke between me and Jace so I just know Jace told him to bring it. But before I have a chance to protest, Magnus is interjecting, his tone unreadable as he tells me “I’m afraid the others won’t be joining us tonight,”
But Magnus’ words cut through the light-hearted banter, his tone carrying an unexpected weight as he informs me of the absence of our other friends. A pang of disappointment courses through me, a subtle ache in my chest as I realise that Clary and Simon won't be joining us tonight. They were more than just friends—they were my childhood companions, the ones who had been there through thick and thin. Their absence feels like a tangible loss, a reminder of how much our lives have changed since those carefree days of youth.
As I put the DVD in and get it ready, sinking into the couch with a heavy heart, I can't help but feel a sense of longing for the comfort of their presence. But I push aside those feelings, focusing instead on the company of Alec and Magnus, who have become like family to me in their own right.
I sink into the cushions, allowing Alec and Magnus to take the other couch as we wait for Jace to return with the pizzas. Despite the disappointment lingering in the air, there's a quiet camaraderie between us, a shared understanding that in times of need, we can always rely on each other.
As the anticipation of Jace's return hangs in the air, the sound of the door opening signals his arrival. He appears just in time to answer the door, a grin spreading across his face as he enters with pizzas in hand. The sight of him brings a flicker of warmth to my heart, dispelling the lingering disappointment of our missing friends.
Jace sets the pizzas down on the table with a flourish, his presence injecting a sense of energy into the room. With a casual ease, he joins us on the couch, seamlessly sliding in beside me. Without a second thought, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me snugly into his side. The gesture both comforting and familiar, a silent reassurance of his affection for me. I lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he adjusts the blanket to cover us both. It's a simple act, but it speaks volumes about the bond we share—a bond that transcends words and barriers, connecting us on a deeper level.
With the remote in hand, Jace settles back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on the screen as he starts the movie. As the opening credits roll, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me, grateful for the warmth of Jace's embrace and the company of friends who feel like family.
Despite the disappointments and challenges we may face, in this moment, surrounded by laughter and love, I know that we'll always have each other. And as we lose ourselves in the world of Dracula, I find solace in the simple pleasures of friendship and companionship, knowing that no matter what the future may hold, we'll face it together, as a team.
Plus One
I’m not really sure how it happened but one moment I’m walking home from a day at the coffee shop and the next I’m being thrown into a wall. A wave of disorientating pain washes over me, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling to make sense eo what just happened. My sense reel, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as I try to focus on what just hit me.
For a terrifying moment, I’m convinced that this is it—that I’m facing my end, torn to shreds by whatever unseen force assaulted me. Panic claws at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to consume me as I brace for the final blow.
But then, as suddenly as it began, the assault ceases, leaving me trembling and shaken in its wake, unable to heal as I’ve lost too much blood. Slowly, I stagger to my feet, the world still spinning around me as I struggle to regain my bearings.The realisation that I’ve lost too much blood to heal hits me like a physical blow, leaving me lightheaded and unsteady. Every step is a battle against the dizziness and weakness that threatens to overwhelm me, but I push forward with grim determination.
With each faltering step, the distance to the institute feels impossibly far, unable to use vampire speed without passing out. Panic sets in as I realise that Jace, my lifeline, is at the Institute today, and he hasn’t called to tell me he’s on his way home. Fear grips me like a vice, squeezing the breath from my lungs as I struggle to keep moving forwards.
The world around me blurs as I stumble out of the alleyway and into the desired streets. My vision swims, the darkness closing in around me as I fight to stay conscious. Each breath is a struggle, my lungs burning with exertion as I push my body beyond its limits.
Time loses all meaning as I continue to trudge forwards my footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night. The Institute looms in the distance like a beacon of hope, its towering walls offering the promise of safety and sanctuary. But with each passing moment, it feels as though I'm slipping further and further away, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.
Desperation claws at the edge of my consciousness as I force myself to keep moving, driven by the fear of what awaits me if I don’t reach the Institute in time. Every step is a battle against the darkness that threatens to engulf me, but I refuse to give up.
With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push myself forward, determination fuelling my movements as I draw upon the last reserves of energy within me. As I approach the looming doors of the Institute, desperation spurs me to action, and I unleash the full force of my vampire speed.
The doors fly open before me with a forceful momentum, swinging wide as if welcoming me home. But even as I breach the threshold, I trigger the wards surrounding the entrance, setting off alarms that echo through the empty halls. Before I can fully comprehend the situation, Jace appears before me, his weapon raised in a defensive stance. The sight of him, strong and unwavering, fills me with both relief and a sense of impending doom. I choke out his name, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to remain upright.
My knees give way beneath me, threatening to send me crashing to the unforgiving tiles below. But in the blink of an eye, Jace is there, his arms wrapping around me with lightning speed, catching me before I can hit the ground. The seraph blade clatters to the floor, forgotten in the urgency of the moment as Jace sinks us to the floor, cradling me in his arms, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear. I reach out to him, my fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, a silent plea for reassurance.
Despite my initial resistance, Jace's urgency is palpable, his wrist pressed insistently against my mouth as he pleads with me to drink. Fear courses through me as I shake my head, the thought of losing control terrifying me to the core. But as the scent of his blood fills my senses, a primal hunger takes hold, overpowering my rational thoughts. With a grip on my hair that borders on painful, Jace guides my mouth to the wound on his wrist, his other hand pressing against the back of my head. The taste of his blood is like nothing I've ever experienced before—warm and intoxicating, with a sweetness that rivals the warmth of the sun.
As I drink, the fog that had clouded my mind begins to lift, clarity returning with each swallow. Guilt washes over me in waves, but I can't bring myself to stop. Jace's blood is a lifeline, grounding me in the present moment and soothing the ache of my wounds. I feed until I can feel the worst of the wounds stopping bleeding, my tongue lapping at the skin on Jace’s wrist to seal it shut. The taste of his blood lingering on my lips, a bittersweet taste.
With a sigh of relief, I collapse against Jace's safe chest, my body trembling with exhaustion and relief. His touch is gentle yet firm, his hand cupping my jaw with a tenderness that tugs at my heartstrings. I feel his thumb under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his, and as I look into those golden eyes, I see the raw emotion reflected in their depths.
Tears glisten in his eyes, a silent testament to the fear and concern he's been harboring for me. His voice is soft as he checks if I'm okay, the sound of it like a soothing balm to my battered soul. In that moment, I realise just how much he cares, how deeply he feels, and the thought fills me with a warmth that transcends the physical.
As he leans down, his lips ghosting over mine with a hesitance that speaks volumes, I can feel the tension building between us, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air. My heart would be hammering in my chest, a rhythm that matches the erratic beat of his own. A small whine escapes my throat, a sound born of longing and need, and in that instant, his resolve crumbles. His lips crash against mine with a fervour that steals my breath away, a kiss so full of passion and intensity that it leaves me reeling.
In that moment, I feel alive in a way I never have before, as if every nerve in my body is on fire with the intensity of his touch. It's as if he's breathing life back into me with each caress of his lips, each touch igniting a fire that burns brighter than the sun.
“Maybe don’t almost die to act upon mutual feelings.” Jace is mumbling against my lips, earning a weak smack from me.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” He retorts, kissing me softly once again.
“Later I will.”
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Oh no, it's 25th already! I'm gonna jump into the last wagon of this party, because you are this good a writer (srsly) and you bring me a lot of joy, and because I am absolutely fucking shameless. (Also I've never congatulated you on the milestone, so here's congratulations! <3)
The third prompt: 🍎 Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
omg stop, you're too sweet!!! thank you so much, I'll CRY :')
anyway, for this very last follower party prompt, there is no plot here. literally none. we jump right into it, it's just straight filth. it's short, but we're ending the 500 follower party with a bang (get it? hehe...)
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"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS TURN AROUND, gender neutral!reader, blow job, mutual masturbation.
note: sorry for any mistakes, or if this just straight up sucks. my husband kept trying to talk to me as I was writing this and it was very distracting lol.
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Jace pulled you flush against him, lips pressing into yours forcefully; possessively. So many feelings of lust and desire finally coming to the surface. After weeks of lingering glances, just barely touching thighs or hands, and a handful of late night thoughts that made your head spin, you were finally alone with Jace in his room, with his hands all over you.
You pulled away, stroking his cheek as you looked to him with hooded eyes. "Did you say if I wanted you to take your clothes off, I should have just asked? Well, I'm not asking...I'm begging." You whispered the last words of your sentence.
He let out a gruff chuckle, taking a couple steps backward as he began undoing his belt. You followed, dropping to your knees in front of him, awaiting eagerly. He smirked as he slid his jeans down, the bulge just under the thin fabric of his tight boxers. You reached up, tugging at the waistband, sliding them down slowly. His harden length sprung out to attention over the band as you marveled.
"Like what you see?" He smirked, looking down at you.
You nodded. "I do...I..." You delivered a few kitten licks to his tip. "Really, really do..."
You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, drawing a deep sigh from him. As you licked a second time, when you reached the tip again, you took all of him in your mouth. His hands immediately found their way through your hair, his head rolling backward.
"Shit, baby...yeah, that's it...like that..." He said through heavy breath.
He looked down at you, as your mouth slid back and forth around him. His hands gripped the back of your head, as he rocked his hips forward. You gagged around him slightly, but kept on working. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two of you. He smirked, watching himself fuck your mouth.
"Hey, hey, stand up." He growled.
You pulled away, looking up at him in confusion. He placed a finger under your chin, bringing you up to his face. Using the same finger, he directed your head towards the mirror, smirking wickedly at you in the reflection. You grinned back at him as he started undoing the button on your jeans, sliding them down your thighs along with your underwear in one pull. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping himself.
"Touch yourself...I want to watch you play with yourself." He whispered in your ear.
You smirked while you watched his face, fixated just under your hips, as you slowly brought your hand down to your heat. You palmed yourself a few times before getting to work on yourself. He hummed in your ear as you touched yourself. Your eyes bounced from your own hand, to his, then up to his face. He let out a moan, dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, suckling and nibbling into you.
"Oh, fuck...Jace..." You started moving faster on yourself.
"Mmm...Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He reached his free hand around, resting it on yours as you pleasured yourself. "I think it's you."
You leaned back into his chest, rolling your head onto his shoulder, feeling the pressure build in your stomach. You both echoed each other's moans, writhing together as you worked yourselves to your releases against one another.
"Baby, fuck...I'm getting close...god, you're so sexy..." Jace grunted.
"Me too...shit..." You panted. "Keep going...cum watching me cum...fuck!"
Your legs started to buckle as you felt the wave crash over you. Your release coating your hand as you kept it moving, shouting obscenities and Jace's name. Within seconds, you watched as Jace's face contorted, his head coming to rest against yours as you felt his body shake, his warm, sticky seed hitting your leg.
You breathed against each other as you both came down, with Jace planting delicate kisses to your collar bone. You smiled lightly as he pressed his lips to your flesh. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the reflection.
"Well...I think we're read for the bed now, don't you?" He winked.
You smirked back at him, whipping around to meet him face to face as you started pushing him backwards to the bed.
#jcbbby 500 follower party!#jace wayland smut#jace herondale smut#jace herondale x reader#jace wayland x reader#jamie campbell bower#jamie bower#city of bones
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you can't convince me that Jace Herondale is not what people on wattpad want Harry Styles to be
#jace herondale#mortal instruments#shadowhunters#angst#harry styles smut#one direction#harry styles#wattpad#fanfiction#will herondale#alec and jace#alec and magnus#alec lightwood#jamie campbell bower#james carstairs#mathew fairchild#will and tessa#jace and clary#clary and jace#harry's house#louis and harry#harry x y/n#city of bones#the shadowhunter chronicles#cassandra clare#simon lewis#the infernal devices#chain of thorns#the last hours#jace wayland
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I have been reading ACOTAR this summer in an attempt to give myself a brain break before 3L and because the books were left in my Airbnb so, ya know, free, and while I will admit my reactions have been mixed, I have many thoughts, have been entertained, and accomplished my general goal…
HOWEVER
I desperately need to know if anyone else here on Tumblr shares one particular thought with me.
Okay I’ll set the scene:
*Gigantic Worm Appears for Feyre to Fight.*
Aramatha: *evil cackling*
The Crowd: *gasp.*
Rhyse: “I can figure out how to profit here probably. That’s a valid way of showing wifey support when she doesn’t know she’s wifey yet right?”
Feyre: *Panics and takes action. Everything is incredibly dramatic.*
……..
Me: *to myself* “massive worm, massive worm, what’s this make me think of….”
Me: “….. Oh yeah!”
Me: *William-Mother-Fucking-Herondale Voice* “A forty foot worm?!? Think of the size of the fish we could catch!”
Anyway I’m like 3/4 through book two and am still entertained with this as a generally fun read by not taking any of it too seriously and avoiding anything resembling a ship war and now I’m considering if it’s at all possible to think up a crossover where the massive worm is Papa Lightworm.
#a court of thorns and roses#shadowhunters#April is Reading Again#I think in these I’m here for the smut and the angst more or less#I’m contemplating writing nothing but silly reactions#if no one has thought if this crossover I will be genuinely shocked#hot male wives written by women with many tattoos and weapons are at least a key feature in both#that’s grounds for crossover right?#incorrect quotes#the infernal devices#will herondale#rhysand#cassian#azriel#jace herondale#james herondale#jem carstairs#julian blackthorn#mark blackthorn
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What Happens In The Night
It's been along day. The two of you walk into his room. He closes the door before turning to face you. He then bends down and kisses you. The kiss is filled with passion and desire. Within second all of your and Jace's clothes have been discarded. You lay down and Jace in on top of you. He kisses your lips before kissing your neck. He begins sucking and nipping at a certain spot of your neck which causes you to moan his name. He then sucks on one of your nipples while rubbing his thumb over the other. He then switches, giving them each equal attention. He then kisses down your stomach. Once he reaches your clit he begins to suck on it. "Fuck, Jace" you moan, earning a smirk from him. He then suddenly thrusts a finger inside of you while still sucking on your clit. "Jace" you moan. "You like that?" He asks with a smirk as he sits up. "Yes!" You cry as he thrusts another finger into you. "Jace! I'm gonna cum!" You half moan half cry. "Not yet" he says. He then positions his mouth with your entrance and starts devouring you. "Jace!"You scream. "That's right baby, cum for me." He says, sending you over the edge. He swallows your juices before passionately kissing your lips. He positions himself in front of your entrance. "Are you ready?" He asks. "Yes!" You cry. In one swift move he thrusts inside you. "Jace!" He gives you time to adjust. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yes" you say. He then starts thrusting in and out of you hard and fast. "I'm so close!" You cry. "Me too, babe" he replies. With one hard thrust you are sent over the edge. After another few thrusts he came too. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you just stayed like that for about a minute. He then pulled out of you and rolled over, laying down next to you. You snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest. Within a few minutes you were both asleep.
#Jace x reader#Jace Herondale#Jace Wayland#Jace Herondale x reader#Jace Wayland x Reader#Jace Herondale x reader smut#smut#Shadowhunters
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