#jace ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[dr3amd4y]

Stage Name: Jace

Birth Name: Jason Kim

Korean Name: Kim Jiwon

Birthday: January 1, 2000

Position: Leader, Main Dancer

Height: 180 cm (5'11")

Zodiac: Taurus

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ISFJ

Nationality: Korean-American

Representative Emoji: 🐨

Face Claim: Leehan (BoyNextDoor)

JACE FACTS

-- Born in Chicago, Illinois.

-- He's an only child.

-- Joined JYPE in late 2013 and is close with GOT7 and Stray Kids' Bang Chan.

-- The first member of DREAMDAY announced on June 1st, 2020.

-- Jace is described to have a big heart and cries easily.

-- His favorite food is xiaolongbao.

-- Jace's idol is NCT's Taeyong and Doyoung.

-- His nicknames are Best Leader and Jiwonie.

-- Members describe him as gentle and kind-hearted which sometimes makes them worry about him often.

[cregansdingdong]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ.

Cregan Stark x pregnant!fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: pregnancy fluff, the tooth rotting kind <3

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“There you are.”

There he was. Watching from the threshold of their marriage doors—the only separation between their traditional chambers—Cregan gazes over the form of his bare wife, who was enjoying a nice bath in her alcove. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, taking her in and committing her to his memory like it was the very first time. A sleepy smile graced her perfect face, head leaned back against the edge of the tub. Just barely breaking the surface of the water was her stomach, rounded and taut with his child; her wrist had been resting on it as he entered, a letter held loosely in her hand. “I am.” He murmured, feeling himself relax just at the sight of her, and he crossed the room to sit on the chair by the tub. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better now. Jace wrote to me.” She holds out the small paper to him. Cregan hums at the mention of her brother, and his eyes scan the words on the page, quietly snorting after a few moments of reading—he was as funny as he always was. Nothing new, really, in the letter. He’d mostly asked about how his sister was faring, questions about the pregnancy, and gushing over his coming nuptials to Baela. But it all brought a smile to his wife’s face anyway. Cregan felt guilty sometimes, knowing how far Winterfell was from King’s Landing. She missed her family often, but even more now that she was having a child. “He’s eager to be an uncle.” He muses, handing it back to her. “The second he learns the babe is born, he’ll be outside our quarters pouting.”

“Yes he will.” She laughs and places it off to the side. “Only a few weeks more.” Cregan peers down at her stomach, expression softened now, his hand reaching out to gently pet her bump, fingers caressing the skin. “The water is almost cold.” He notes, a slight chide in his tone. His wife nods along, obviously aware. “Mmhm. The maesters say hot baths aren’t too good for the baby—warm is fine, but it becomes tepid fairly quickly. I’m comfortable though, I promise. Supper was divine. I was craving that stew all day. And grapes, but mostly the stew. I missed you.” A pleased smile lifts the corners of his lips at her soft ramble. He loved hearing her speak—just as much as she liked to prattle his ears blue. “I assure you, wife, I missed you even more. You and our babe. How is she doing?”

“Are you truly still convinced we're going to have a girl?” She muses. Cregan gently splashes her in mock offense, tutting lightly at her teasing. “I know we're having a girl. I can feel it in my bones, wife.” He leans in, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss against her mouth, tongue just barely slivering past her supple lips. She tasted like something sweet. “Cake?” He asks, head tilted even though it wasn't really a question. She grins. “Sara brought the letter up here—and sneaked me some frosted scones from the kitchen. I love your sister.” Cregan rolls his eyes. “I should've known you two would scheme behind my back…and not leave me any. I'm your leige-Lord.” His wife reaches out to pull him in again, not satisfied with the previous kiss, and their mouths clash together nearly with a mutual clack of their teeth. "Get in." She was pulling him down into the jasmine scented water, hands fiercely tugging at the laces of his leather doublet. "This water is so damn cold—" He barely had a moment to remove his boots. "You'll be fine." What Lady Stark wants, she gets.

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[two-white-butterflies]

"Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did."

House of the Dragons Masterlist.

✮ - smut ୨୧ - angst ❀ - fluff bold - favorites

── ghost of you (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

your touch could heal all his wounds, but a feel of your ghost will heal his entire soul. daemon's wife died when they were only seventeen. he's spent an entire lifetime searching for her ghost.

── fuck the rich. fucks the rich. (✮) (daemon targaryen, harwin strong)

you visit the beach and find two men that you can't resist.

── bigger than the whole sky. (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

the oldest child of alicent and viserys is wed to daemon. once the dance begins, you become a glorified hostage.

── the sun rises from the west. (୨୧✮) (daemon targaryen)

daemon didn't die during the war, though there were many nights that he wished he did. a story where he loses you to battle.

── the sun sets in the east. (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon tries to navigate his relationship with his only one, and the new life that he is bestowed.

── i'm a m*therfucking starboy (❀) (daemon targaryen)

you meet the elusive prince of dragonstone and he fucking hates your guts.

── three great men and a woman (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon targaryen always found himself running to you after his failed marriages and exiles.

── a lemon cake (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

the hendriks have always kept to their own. what happens when a betrothal happens between the only hendrik daughter and the rogue prince? a story where, you go through lengths in order to ensure your lord husband's loyalty.

── love by listening (❀✮) (daemon targaryen)

daemon targaryen goes rogue after his wedding to lady rhea royce, unwilling to consummate the marriage. he finds peace in a dornish tavern. you meet him in said tavern, and quickly become close friends. you share an adventure. both unaware that the other person is nobility.

── how is beauty that is living, be anything but true? (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon being adored and treated well by his loving wife while they talk about war and its aftermath.

── peaches (✮❀) (aemond targaryen)

after a year of marriage, your husband still refuses to acknowledge your existence, that is until after Criston Cole becomes your son's teaching instructor. (modern au)

── i want your heart (୨୧❀) (aemond targaryen)

a vampire falls in love with a woman of science. the people of town burn her at the stake after a world changing breakthrough.

── you're losing me (❀) (aemond targaryen)

after a gruesome breakup with jace, his billionaire uncle offers you a proposal that you can't resist. (modern au)

EXTENDED SOCIAL MEDIA AU THAT I'M NOT THAT PROUD OF

[letmeapologise]

u should do something about dad!jude

like cuddling with ur little daughter and jude and she just cant stop being daddys girl

or like coming home from a tiring day at work and ur really upset and just the two ( or three like a little son and daughter :( ) of them kissing u and cuddling u to make u feel better

❝ 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE YEARS OF DRIVING, you finally got back to the comfort of your home, your colleagues – and boss – were actually doing your head in, and it was the biggest relief when the clock finally struck leaving time. Jude greeted you at the door, having taken time off from training just for the day as you had a big day at work and neither of your family member’s were available to take care of the two kids on short notice. You groaned, dropping your bags by the door, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning upwards to reach him on your tiptoes.

“Bad day at work?” he chuckled, you simply huffed. “You couldn’t imagine, and I’ve got some sickness off of one of the clowns there too.” He laughed at your description of your colleagues, then picked your bags up for you, carrying them into the living room as you tailed behind him. Your kids came running in shortly enough, shrieking and yelping as they ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. “Be careful!” Jude warned them, holding his arms out to catch them in case they ran into a wall, or something like that.

“Mommy!” they yelled in sync, palms outstretched in grabbing motions as they practically leaped onto your chest, you yelped in surprise and pain then started laughing softly. “Don’t hurt mommy, she’s had a bad day,” you smiled softly. “They’re fine, thank you, baby,” you nodded at Jude who looked down at you sympathetically. June – your daughter who had been subject to the Bellingham naming tradition – was grabbing and squishing your cheeks together, and then your nostrils. You frowned at her jokingly, thinning your lips, and then moved some of her hair out her face.

You looked over at Jude. “What’ve you done today then?” you asked, tilting your head endearingly. “Just been outside playing footie with them both,” he shrugged, nonchalant. You scoffed, then half-yelped out in pain again as Toby – your son who you had somehow convinced Jude to not name Joel, Jace, or something along those lines – jumped onto you too. You sat upright, avoiding the toddlers’ hands pinching and grabbing at your skin; Jude taking the cue to pick up both of them. You eyed him, looking up and down and smirked, watching as his eyes dropped over you too.

He shook his head at you, a non-verbal cue – not while the kids are here – and you facepalmed, stretching your hands across your face and then neatening out your hair. “What’s wrong with mommy?” June asked, looking at you inquisitively as you searched through your purse, pulling out some makeup wipes and wiping your face with it gently – a handheld mirror in the other hand. Jude huffed. 

“Been busy at work with a lot of mean people, baby. Why don’t you go ‘n’ cheer her up, yeah?” she nodded at him and Jude dropped her down, setting Toby onto the sofa and dangling blocks in his face to play with as he watched June go up to you and softly stroke your face with a tiny hand. You smiled at her, handing her the makeup wipe. “D’ you wanna help me take my makeup off?” she nodded eagerly at you, dabbing it into your skin – but only in one spot – you scoffed, chuckling. “What about the rest of my face?” you asked excitedly, she giggled at you, moving the wipes over to your eyelids and you closed your eyes, wincing.

Your hands came up to hers, moving them gently around your face and not in your eyes. She sighed deeply at you, sensing she was already bored – June had the attention span of a toddler (literally) – you sat her on top of your lap, one arm snaked around her holding her up whilst you unapplied your makeup. “Have they had dinner?” you asked, finally finishing removing everything on your face and looking up at Jude, half-yawning with a covered hand. He nodded. “Just finished it as you were coming in.”

“Tobs, go ‘n’ kiss your mom, make sure he’s not sick,” he nodded at his dad, kneeling in front of you and giving you the one-two, then went back over to his pile of blocks. “What was that?” Jude gave him a pensive look, laughing. “She looks fine to me,” he shrugged, eyes unwavering from his blocks piled up on top of each other in a tower. Jude rolled his eyes, looking over at you and then making his way over, patting his son in the back affirmingly. He sat next to you, shifting his leg against yours and kissing your cheek, pulling your face in his direction before pecking you on the lips. Again, again, again, and again. 

“You’re gonna get my cold,” you groaned, being interrupted by Jude constantly kissing you on the lips. He held your face in between his hands, giving you one last big kiss that left you limp to his touch, and then squeezed your torso. Toby had stopped playing with his blocks and was glaring at his dad with a scornful expression, June, however, was uninterested in everything that was going on and drawing peacefully on her lap. You gestured over to him, Jude’s head twisting in his direction with a cocky smile.

“You jealous, Tobs?” you rolled your eyes, slapping Jude. The man was competitive even with his own children. “I told you to come ‘n’ kiss her, too late now,” he shrugged, teasing his son as he practically sprinted over to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and glaring at his dad, huffing at him. You facepalmed, then looked down at your son, Jude’s arm still wrapped around your torso. “Is daddy winding you up?” you glanced at Jude, an unimpressed look. Toby nodded, whining to himself and burying himself in your stomach as Jude flashed him a toothy grin.

Jude continued kissing you, Toby continuously moving his face away from yours with a flat palm, then sat upright whilst you balanced him with your hand, and kissed you on your nose and cheeks softly. You giggled, both of your favourite boys having a competition for your attention and physical touch. Then June came over, pressing kisses to your cheek and stroking your hair. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, much to the dismay of the two boys – Jude might as well be a boy at this point with his childish behaviour, competing for you with his own son – who whinged at you until you puckered up again.

This was all the medicine you needed.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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Hello beautiful human and welcome to my master list

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🟥= Smut

🟧= Mature themes

🟪= Angst

⬜️= Fluff

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Requests: Open

Messages: Open

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Tales from my DR’s

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Matthew Sturniolo

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Christopher Sturniolo

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Tom Riddle

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Colby Brock

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Jace Herondale

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Side notes:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I’m new to Tumblr so please go easy on me

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I eventually will make this more aesthetically pleasing, just give me time to figure everything out

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I want my works to be as authentic as possible so I will post for quality rather than quantity

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ If I say I’ll do a request I promise I will it will probably take a while though

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Thanks for reading this and I hope you found what you were looking for, with peace and love

Rosalie

[angelst4re]

hey bae can you do some more of the fic recommendations like you did for jace? preferably for peter/ henry 🫶💕 love you

of course i can!! i have so many henry/peter/001 fics from ao3 saved on a google doc... and i am more than happy to share them with everyone! <3

୨୧ Peter Ballard/Henry Creel /001/Vecna fic recs ୨୧ (and they all include smut...)

(I should also mention that the majority of these are fem/afab reader, because (as we've discovered) there aren't many male reader fics <3)

ANYTHING by my beloved Peggy, she has written the best fanfictions I have ever read. But a few of my favourites are the Peter p*rn collection which is just a bunch of one shots :) "You & Me" and "Oh, Ashes..." which is a burnt!henry fic (and it's the best thing i have ever read!)

"Henry Creel hot one shots" - if you couldn't tell these are just one shots, and one of them includes doctor!Henry ;)

"Peter Ballard brain rot" - another one that's just one shots :) my favourite parts are chapter 9, 12 and 13!

"Delicate" - tattooed henry creel. do i have to say more??

"My Tempest" - this includes henry in both human and vecna form :)

"Strange First Times" - this one's pretty wild, you're taken the lab and henry breeds you... tw for non-con/dub-con

"Sweetheart" - i don't know how to describe this one other than perfect (and also praise kink <3)

"Dreaming of an angel" - (chapter 1 is a fem!reader and chapter two is a male!reader version!) basically just worshipping henry :)

"What goes on behind closed doors" - ...the tags...

Let me know if you'd like more!! :)

[teenflu]

making dreams come true <3

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fluff — ୨୧ smut — ʚɞ angst — ϟ

aemond targaryen!

coming soon..

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aegon targaryen

coming soon..

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jace velaryon

coming soon..

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–⋆˚˖𓍢 Jacaerys Velaryon Masterlist⋆˚˖𓍢–

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Welcome back! Thanks for checking me out. ╰Requests for this fandom open

˙⊹ HOTD all Masterlists⊹˙ ˙⊹ Rules ⊹˙ ˙⊹Hotd Rules ⊹˙

˚୨୧₊[HC’s for when they wake up to find their spouse gone and then find them in the kitchen making cookies with their children][Fluff, various characters]

˚୨୧₊[Have No Fear][Fluff, Short, Fem!reader. Dancings with your betrothed]

˚୨୧₊[Bounded By Birth][Yandere, Hc’s, fem!reader, Various characters.]

˚୨୧₊[Jacaerys Has King][Fluff, Fem!reader, short hcs]

˚୨୧₊[Vampire Jacaerys][Kidnapping, ropes!being tied up, Collars, Blood, Blood drinking, Yandere tendencies, Controlling behavior, slight!primal chase, Over all some dark themes, and vamps having lightning speed.]

˚��୧₊[By Your Side][Comfort, Short & Loving, fem!reader]

˚୨୧₊[ Random Modern Hcs][Various Characters, Fluff]

˚୨୧₊[Send Me][Male!reader, Stark!Reader, old friends, reunion, old flames don’t die]

˚୨୧₊[Bound By Birth][Yandere tendencies, Obsession, Possessive, Targaryen ways if you know what I mean, stalking, hinted nswf]

˚୨୧₊[Made A Fool][Bakery Event][Luke never dies, rhaenryas miscarriage is mentioned, angst, jace being dick, jace accusing you because he’s jealous, betrothal, angst with a happy ending, arguing.

˚୨୧₊[Warm Embrace]]Bakery Event][terrible thoughts, reader needing comfort, reader just panicking, thoughts about war and loss]

˚୨୧₊[Crashing Waves][BakeRy Event][Death comfort: her uncle, his brother, marriage comfort, bonding over loss]

˚୨୧₊[Scales][Vanilla Macaroons][Bakery Event][Short & Sweet]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Yan!House of the dragon

˚୨୧₊[Say it][Blood, the scene of vaemon dying, swearing, yandere, Fem!reader]

˚୨୧₊[Day Of Thanks][Yandere, dark, killing & murder, death, blood]

˚୨୧₊[A Son For A Son][Yan!Team Black][Yandere, Killing, blood, poison. Major Character Death]

˚୨୧₊[Yan!Mother!Alicent targaryen x Crybaby!Fem!Reader. Vs other Yandere house of the dragon characters][Yandere, toxic]

˚୨୧₊[Yandere House Velaryon/House Targaryen x Mermaid!Reader][Yandere, being kinda held captive, yandere behavior]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Series

˚୨୧₊[Pt.1][ Hybrid Reader x Yandere HOTD][Yandere, angst, comfort, death, Dragon!Fem!Reader, Blood, Reader in pain]

˚୨୧₊[Pt.2 Hybrid Reader x Yandere HOTD][Yandere, angst, comfort, death, Dragon!Fem!Reader, Blood]

˚୨୧₊[Preview of- A Dimond Of Blood And Possession][Preview, Yandere, Vesent!Fem!Reader,Yandere tendencies, child abuse, slaves, killing, blood, obsessive and possessiveness, unhealthy relationships.]

˚୨୧₊[Symbol Reborn][Yandere behavior: obsession, protective, unhealthy behavior, toxic, death, violence, visions, the hotd world, mini series, un canon events.]

˚୨୧₊[Yandere Team Black With A Reader Who Found Luke][Yandere, SmallFolk reader, manipulation, Uncanon Events]

˚୨୧₊[More Then A Eye][Yandere, blood, reader losses a eye instead, Fem!Reader]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Extra

˚୨୧₊[Most Likely To Have children with the Reader To make Them Stay][Yandere]

˚୨୧₊[Most Likely To Kill Their Darlings Significant Other So They Can Be With Them?][Yandere]

˚୨୧₊[Most Like To Love The Children They had With The Reader]

[sunoo-bby]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ — thank you for the tag lei !! <3 . — •°. *࿐

⤑∘✧ i named him jace lol . ✩∘

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ — tagging ; @seung-scrittore , @qlcwiinq , @wonieily , @shinehyuk , @xo-lesserafim , @kvjunzzz . — •°. *࿐

Alright, it’s my time to shine! I see other people starting a picrew chain, so I wanted to start one myself!

Basically you get to make your own clown/jester OC! Heres the link!

Tagging — @taekoscrr, @akiseochi, @starbunii, and @bex0xo-xoxo. No pressure!

[osamiiya]

me and bae 😍

JSHXHHSBD

[dr3amd4y]

Dream Today! Hello, we are DREAMDAY!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Meet the group!

DREAMDAY is a seven member fictional boy group under JYP Entertainment. The group consists of Jace, Daniel, Junmyeon, Hyunki, Yeonghwan, Sanghun, and Matthew.

DREAMDAY debuted on July 19th, 2020. The group debuted with the song ONE(Lucid Dream). Their fandom name is Our Dream or Ode for short!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Member Profiles!

Jace's profile!

Daniel's profile!

Junmyeon's profile!

Hyunki's profile!

Yeonghwan's profile!

Sanghun's profile!

Matthew's profile!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ masterlist!

[cregansdingdong]

ʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ.

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: NSFW, p-in-v penetration, swearing, dirty talk, sofa sex, quickie that became a longie, making-out, dry humping, Jace is desperate and he needs to take his frustrations out somehow, theres a brief pussy slap bc it felt right, cream-pie at the end, fully clothed raw dogging; They’re betrothed and this takes place at the start of the DoD, I didn’t make any other specifications cause they were too busy fucking. This is very heavily inspired by his scene in the season finale :3

Hot stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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He’d been pacing in his chambers for the better part of an hour with only his thoughts as company. Jacaerys felt useless, to say the least. Useless, needlessly coddled, suffocating between the walls of Dragonstone. He wanted to be of help to his Queen, to fight for the realm on dragonback against the Greens as was his destiny. His calling. Instead, he was made to spectate at council meetings and wait endlessly for a moment that would never come, it seemed. The ‘what ifs’ kept him spiraling, uncomfortable in his own mind, and he found his feet moving before he could consider a destination. He knew where to go. It was too easy not to. And she wouldn’t mind. His hesitance sent a bit of doubt down to his stomach on whether or not he really wanted to bother her, but she would’ve figured out his sour mood anyway. It was better to face up to himself than keep it locked away inside. The hastening of his footsteps echoed off the spacious corridors, and as if she had sensed he was on his way to her, the doors to her chambers were left ajar—just enough for him to see her peaceful face trained down on her book.

His knuckles gently tapped against the threshold, announcing his presence as he entered. His betrothed glances up, looking twice as she realizes who her visitor is. “Good morrow.” She hummed, legs tucked up and under her comfortably on the divan. His pretty brown eyes took in her room, a place he found himself in considerably often. Depending on the circumstances, obviously. And the hour. Everything was kept neat and tidied, but he could still see the traces of her, where she’d made a sort of home for herself. Books and tomes stacked three or four each on various surfaces, the tea she’d left nearly untouched on the nightstand. He loved it. “Good morrow.” Jace responded, gently shutting the door behind him, head tilted back against it for a moment, unable to hide the frustration that had grown in his own chambers. He said nothing. Unsurprisingly, the words caught in his throat on the way out.

She pats the spot beside her on the divan, the book not yet closed, but her attention had shifted from the pages to his furrowed brows. He obeys, crossing the room to sit by her without second thought. His mind had quieted, at least. Their shoulders brush together lightly as he finally manages to say something else. “What are you reading?” She could tell already that something was off with him, but still indulges in his question, turning it over to show him the cover. Something vaguely historic, he catches, but he was too distracted by her soft hands clutching the book to see much else. “I figured I’d better read a bit more to catch up with the talk of war. This one isn’t entirely as dull as I thought it was going to be, thankfully.” With that, she closes it shut, putting it down on the stand beside the divan, shifting her body just enough to face him. “How are you faring, Jace?”

“I’m well enough.” He muttered, leaning back slightly. It was a lie and she saw right through him without much else. “I just…my mother is worried. She’s trying to hide it behind orders but it's catching up to us now. All this.” He was gesturing to the war, of course, fingers tapping in his lap anxiously. “And I can’t help her. She won’t let me help. I don’t know what to do. I’d much rather be out there, making a real difference to tip the scales, and instead I’m stuck here at Dragonstone doing nothing but waiting.” His betrothed nodded along as she listened, digesting his admittance before considering her own words. “You’re restless, dragon.” There was a truth to it, despite the statement mostly being a gentle tease. The corners of his lips lift just a little at the nickname. “I can’t help it. I feel antsy knowing I have the capabilities to do something, and I’m not allowed to.”

“We’re still in the beginning of this war—and you’re the heir, Jace. Even if there was a battle taking place just outside of Dragonstone, you and the Queen must stay here.” He’d heard that a thousand times before from his mother and the members of her small council, and a thousand times he felt undignified—but hearing it from the lips of his bride-to-be, there was no malice or taunt or scold behind her tone. She was reminding him of a painful candor. His safety mattered. “I feel powerless.” He admits, frustration accompanying the embarrassment that came with the insecurity. “I feel like a little boy begging to add his opinion during council meetings. They respect me because I’m the Prince of Dragonstone, her son, not because I’m good at my responsibilities. What good am I in this war if I can’t help my mother get her throne back?” The last few words exited his mouth with bite, self-loathing and irritation cutting him like a double-edge sword.

“You’re wrong about that.” She reaches out to take his arm, her hand wrapping around his bicep as she intertwines their fingers with the other. “Your living and breathing is the strongest power of all. You’re strengthening your mother’s claim by doing just that. I know you want to fight, to do something that matters. But true power is not just grandiose displays of strength or victories in battle, it's also purpose. The meanings behind our choices. People are raising the Queen’s banners—and those are your banners too. They want to fight for you as much as they do for her, because the two of you are the rightful heirs to the throne. The Greens can try as they wish to Usurp what belongs to the Queen, but their actions are unjustified. King Viserys made his choice and he stuck to it until his passing. That is power.”

“All this book reading is making you wiser than me.” He grumbled, although there wasn’t any malice behind it. “I’d still rather be swinging a sword at some idiot knight instead of sitting within these walls looking pretty—but I understand that you’re right.” He concedes, a small smile gracing his handsome face. She chuckles at that. “I’m sure you’d be pretty no matter what, even muddied and bloodied on the battlefield.” She sighs though, glancing out at the daylight swarming into the room through the window, hand still nestled in his. The gentle touch sent goosebumps up his neck, tightening his trousers with every second her warmth continued to seep into his leather doublet. “The meeting is likely starting soon.” Her voice interrupts his thoughts of nipping at the supple flesh at her neck.

Jace groaned aloud, head dropping back against the divan in pure annoyance, good mood spoiled at the reminder. “I’d honestly rather get swallowed by dragonfire than sit in that room for the next three hours, listening to those old fools drabble on about who knows what.” He turns his body—not unlike a roll—to shield his face on her shoulder, unwilling to part from her. “I want to stay here with you, alone and in peace as we were.” She snorts lightly as he inhales deeply, arm snaking around her waist in want. “The Queen will be expecting us, my prince.” She looks down at his dark curls, twirling one around her finger. His breeches certainly tighten now. “...My interests are elsewhere.” He murmurs, annoyed at the thought of being pulled away, face inching closer to her neck until his lips press against her smooth skin. “Jace.” She warned, although there wasn’t as much resistance in her tone as he’d expected, and a quiet sigh flows past her lips. “We can’t be late. That’s disrespectful to the council members.”

“The denial of devouring you because of those ancient rats only serves to make me want to go even less.” He shifts in place, head still dipped by her jugular, hands bracing the back of the divan with newfound purpose, trapping her between the corner of it and his own scalding body. She gasps as his teeth sink into her skin, earning a low sound of pleasure from his throat. “We can be quick if the meeting matters to you that much.” He mutters against her, a slight tease as he nips at her harder this time, his nose nudged into her jaw. “I don’t need to wait until nightfall to make you see the stars, my Lady.” Her remaining restraint crumbles at that, hands coming to undo the lacings of his breeches. “..Fine. But you can’t touch my hair.” He seemed like he wanted to protest at the idea of limited touching, but that gleam in her eye meant she was serious, and it was likely they’d miss the meeting as a whole trying to figure out how to braid her hair that way again. “Okay. Deal.”

His mouth returns to her throat, biting and sucking greedily with reverence, his hands finding purchase at her hips to start bunching her skirts up. “Jace..” She exhales, shuddering at the way he was marking her skin—he wasn’t leaving any stones unturned, and they were going to show. Her fingers plucked at the lacings with success, tugging him closer to her now by the waistline of his breeches. His fists clench around the fabric of her gown, a deep grunt echoing from his chest as his clothed cock pressed into her plush inner thigh. “Gods—I need more.” Jace retracts himself from her neck, pulling her body down the divan, just enough to lay her flat on her back. She wraps her thighs around his hips, a strangled moan failing to come out as he kisses her, pushing himself against her core. He rolled his hips down with a fury, nothing deliberate about it—just to feel something, to get out the pent up desperation he’d felt for weeks since his return.

His tongue explores her mouth with an eagerness that made them both flush, using her skirts as purchase to buck himself harder into her cunt. “You make me this way.” He grunts against her lips. His stomach was already tightening with every bit of friction they could get. “Do you understand? You’re just so pretty and you smell divine—fuck.” Jace grits his teeth, biting at her lower lip. She was a panting mess beneath him, unable to do anything other than take it, digging her nails into his shoulders to cope with how good it felt. His weight pinned her down deliciously, hips still incessant and rubbing against her with enough force to make the divan squeak. It was like music to his ears. “I’m already close just feeling your sweet cunt, my love.” Jace pulls up her gown a bit more, almost up to her ribs, to watch the tent in his pants glide up her glistening folds like a man bewitched. “You need to see it–” He grunts, bracing himself on the armrest behind her head, lifting himself just enough to make a space between their bodies. The sight was a wicked one.

“Look at the way you take me.” He urges, voice hoarse this time, eyes meeting hers from above. “Soaked enough to wet my breeches—and I’m not even inside of you yet.” Her nails dig harder into him, a breathless whine at the disbelief of it all. “Please Jace!” She mewls, shivering, and he grins, snapping his hips against hers with reverence. “Please what, my love? Use your words.” His tone was mocking, teasing, and eager to make her squirm. The quiet shuffling of their clothes was driving her to insanity—and she wanted more than anything to pull it all off, but they had places to be very soon. “I need—Gods! I need you, Jace!” He was more than pleased by that, and he somehow carries enough restraint to stop himself from finishing right there. Jacaerys pulls himself back to tug down his breeches down just enough, his cock momentarily springing back to hit his stomach.

She melts at the sight of his tip—red and leaking shiny precum back toward his shaft. He was the perfect size for her; not too big or too small, and pretty just like the rest of him. Jace hisses quietly as the sensitivity hits him, dipping himself between her folds just to savor the moment. “Mmm look at your pretty cunt, my love. So beautiful.” He murmurs, his own thighs trembling as he slides his shaft through your slick. “Thighs up, sweet girl.” Her eyes roll back as his tip presses into her little bud, the motion agonizingly slow, and she nearly hadn't heard him. She braces her thighs to her chest as much as her bunched up gown would allow, gaze locked on Jace's angled face that was furrowed in concentration. She watches, face reddened, as he spits down onto himself, lubricating the way even though it probably wasn't needed with how soaked she was. Suddenly, his palm comes down on her clit, surprising her with equal amounts of pain and pleasure—she nearly came with a meek gasp of his name, inadvertently yanking his hair. “Jace!”

“Sorry. Couldn't help myself.” He grins, lips meeting hers in a sweet peck. “I want you to look at me when I slip it, love—look nowhere else but right here.” As he guides his tip inside, her breath hitches, captivated by the stretch of him and the glossy brown eyes staring down at her, hazed with lust. A growl erupts from his throat, feeling suffocated now by her walls, and he couldn't get enough. Jace wasn't one to swear often in front of his wife-to-be, but the obscenities flew from his mouth like she was his prayer, sinking himself slowly inch-by-inch. Not that his betrothed was in any better condition. She was clawing at him now, whining and squirming uncontrollably at the delectable sting that came with taking Jace. It hurt so good, and she was sure she'd throw a fit if he dared to pull out for whatever reason. Meeting be damned. Seated fully in her hot cunt, Jacaerys grips the back of her right thigh, pacing himself to allow her to adjust first.

They wait in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, no noise in the room other than their soft pants, and a few breathless giggles as Jace shields her eyes from the attacking sunlight. Silently, she cues him to continue. “Good girl.” He murmurs, starting slowly with gentle strokes that make her stomach warm. “Taking me so well, my love.” He hovered over her still, his other hand braced against the armrest as he watched himself disappear inside of her, a shiver rolling down his spine. “So good.” She mewls, leaking around his cock. Jace leans his head down to connect their lips again, tongue darting into her mouth like he owned her, his free hand taking a greedy handful of her breast through the gown. Moans swallowed down between kissing and breathing, the only sounds that could be heard were the chirping birds and the vulgar slapping of skin as the pace quickened. She could only hope no one would come looking for them—or walk down the corridor even. She couldn't recall Jace locking the door behind him. “I'm close—” He grunts, pulling back from her lips to rock his hips with fervor. “I'm so fucking close, love.”

The divan beneath them was far more noisy now than it had been when they were grinding. Jace had half a mind to let the damned thing break, especially with how tight she squeezed around him, sucking up every inch he provided. Outside, the bells of Dragonstone rang, signaling high noon was upon them—Gods, the meeting. “We need to hurry up!” She pants, thigh hooking around him, just as eager to come. “You promised this would be quick!” Irritation bubbles up in his stomach, and Jace gathers her in his arms, fed up with the thought of having to sit through yet another council meeting. “You want me to hurry up?” He grunts, although it came out as a hiss more than anything, his left foot planting firmly on the floor beside the divan. “Fine.” She couldn't make herself regret her demand even if she tried. Jace stood up straight as a board, his sweet girl being gripped by her gown as he fucked up into her with reckless abandon. She couldn't even remember what it felt like to breathe when her release came, senses flooding with pleasure like she'd been numb her entire life. His cock was hitting that spot like a bullseye, not stopping even after she started yanking on his hair from the overstimulation.

“Do you like it when I hurry, love?” He rasped breathlessly by her ear, one arm around her middle now while his right hand cradled the back of her neck. “You certainly like when I take out all my frustrations on your pretty cunt—Gods, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming sweet girl.” Jace chokes, exhaling sharply through his nose as his hips began to stutter, losing his brutal pace. “Can I come inside of you? Please?!” The beg falling from his plush lips sent a thrill down her spine, and she moaned out her agreement even after he asked twice for confirmation. That's all it takes for Jace to press her into the divan again, fucking her hard, fast, and sloppy, his body laying over hers in the desperation of chasing his release. He buries himself against her chest, coming deep within her as a long, drawn out groan escapes him. The relief was instantaneous; anxiety gone, frustration fucked out of him, and only bliss was left behind. Balls deep, he couldn't tell where she began and he ended. Silence. Rapid breaths. Stilled hips, other than an occasional twitch as they reeled from their orgasms. He lifts his face from her chest weakly, a lazy, sated smile gracing his handsome features. “Sweet girl..” He starts. Her eyes flick up to look at him, equally as spent and satisfied. “Mmhm?”

“I think we're late for the council meeting.”

[cregansdingdong]

ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ.

something tiny and Jace-y<3

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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Bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat, pillows thrown across his chambers landing Gods know where. Other than the quiet slaps of skin against skin—hurried and slicked with the release they’d reached twice now—there were only their pants and murmurs echoing in the spacious room. No amount of time was ever going to be enough with her. Jace had his arms around her, rocking his pretty girl up and down on his sensitive cock—all of him was sensitive, really. His skin tingled under her gentle touch, chest flushed red with kisses and teeth marks littering across his shoulders. Her nails dug small, crescent-like shapes into his back in the meantime, face hidden in his neck.

“I’m gonna come again..” She whispers, voice stricken with want. That only urged him to hold tighter, keeping the steady pace as she took him to the hilt and back again, over and over like waves lapping at the shore.

“Give me all you can.” He hums, brows furrowed in concentration as he nudges his nose into her hair, taking a deep inhale of her scent. Floral and yet something spicy. It was addicting—he could have his face there all day if she let him. She grips him harder, shuddering at the fanning of his breath by her ear. Her stomach was tense, clenching, as the dam was about to break for the third time. They’d been at it most of the morning, too lost in their desire to sit through breakfast. Their presence had probably been missed at the table, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything else than the feeling of her hot, velvety walls squeezing around his cock.

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[cregansdingdong]

The Dingdong Masterlist

𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 =𖤓 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 = ❆ 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 = ☾

Hi pookie, I'm Liza. Welcome to Cregansdingdong :)

Most works will be 18+/NSFW or feature generally dark or mature themes. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume. This is an 18+ blog.

***do NOT repost, copy, or publish my work on other sites or use it for bots***

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Updated: November 28th, 2024

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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜

ɢɪᴠᴇ. 𖤓 cregan eats out his pretty princess; f!reader, 18+

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ❆ cregan fluff with his pregnant wife; f!reader

ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ. 𖤓 cregan reminds his wife who she belongs to; f!reader, 18+

ꜰᴇᴀꜱᴛ. 𖤓 cregan sits back as his wife rides the seven hells out of him; f!reader, 18+

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ. 𖤓 cregan wakes up to a nice surprise; f!reader, 18+

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ. 𖤓 cregan and his wife get caught; f!reader, 18+

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. 𖤓 cregan and his wife break their bed; f!reader, 18+

ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. 𖤓 cregan and his wife take a day off to fuck; f!reader, 18+

ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴅᴀʏ. ❆𖤓 cregan loves to make love; f!reader, 18+

ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏʀꜱᴇ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ. 𖤓 cregan's wife might be mad; f!reader, 18+

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ. ☾𖤓 cregan and his wife can't sleep after an argument; f!reader, 18+

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤 𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟

ʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ. 𖤓 jace needs a bit of a pep fuck talk; f!reader, 18+

ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ. 𖤓 save a horse, ride a velaryon; f!reader, 18+

𝔸𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ. ☾ aemond's walls are high; f!reader

ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ. ❆ aemond fluff for the soul; f!reader

• things I'm working on •

♡ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ. ❆

♡ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ. 𖤓

♡ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ. 𖤓

♡ ᴀᴄᴇ. 𖤓

♡ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ. 𖤓

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