#jace 💙

[outrunningthedark]

OK, so this is me being kinda smug but I feel like it's called for.

Thinking back to the days when people gave you and me shit over saying that Chris has two dads and then looking at 6.13 and the perfect family scenes we got and can't help feeling a lil smug. It was true then and true now. We knew what we were talking about

Me + You (two people who actually know something about what makes a good parent of a physically disabled person): #ChristopherDiazHasTwoDads 🥹 Them: Umm...Chris already has a dad, though. Me + You: Yeah, that's why he has two now. *cue passive-aggressive posting about Buck not ACTUALLY being a parent in canon and how it's disrespectful to Eddie to entertain such ideas* [The way we got lumped in with the racist Buck stans who wanted Buck to raise Chris on his own...LOL.] Them after two failed relationships (one for each guy): Buck is literally Chris's other dad??? How can anyone deny it???

Me + You:

[dorkydiaz]

Thank you for your fashion essay, as someone whose dissertation focused on gender and clothing in relation to the theatre space, it gave me nerdy joy. Also it was generally a lovely reminder of the stuff I'd read and discuss back in my uni days.

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS ABOUT YOU JACE HOLY FUCK sorry for screaming but i’m standing here like— can i read your dissertation?? /hj like. WHAT. like this is my exact thing! that i tried to figure out how to write a thesis on and then failed spectacularly. but am still passionate about. holy mother of god.

[jbowerherondale]

"Before the angels take you up to the sky."

[atopvisenyashill]

one thing hotd has shown me is that i am in fact a creature of spite i will see the way a certain standom will be really annoying and weird towards another and go “you know i liked that character in a passing way but i’ve decided to make them my whole personality now.”

[knightridge]

I love you, Jace

I LOVE YOU TOO HAWK

I

I mean

Wh-

Who's Jace?

[ma-mariarie243]

Omg thanks !!! :D

Me when the blue and yellow

Kaito and len for @ma-mariarie243 !!! happy birthday!! ^^

[lionneee]

Your sworn sword

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: fingering, degradation (just a bit), 'just the tip', talking of sexual themes, piv, smut.•

Part 1 -> Part 2

{Request: I have a request! Aemond is send across the narrow sea to be the sworn sword/knight of a (verryy beautiful) princess from a noble house is esso’s. As punishment what he did to lucerys Thanks for reading dear 💙}

To say that Prince Aemond was grumpy was an euphemism.

He was rigid, stoic, and rude.

But your father loved him.

You couldn’t understand why, not after his most recent kill: his little nephew.

You remembered meeting Luke Velaryon once, he was a nice, gentle, kind boy.

His brother Jace was just the same.

Princess Rhaenyra had been invited as a guest at your father’s name day feast with her family, and you remembered spending a nice afternoon with her sons.

You actually kept contact with her youngest child, Jace. You two sometimes sent letters to each other, talking of your days apart.

You would have never said it outloud, but you had a weakness for the boy’s dark, beautiful hair.

But he was promised to her cousin Baela.

As soon as you heard the news, you thought he would have stopped sending you letters, but he didn't, and you almost cried of joy when the next letter came.

Then, your father sided with the greens.

He sided with rude, dangerous people, and named the worst of them as your sworn sword.

When he told you about his choice you begged him, you cried, you did everything you could to try to change his mind but it was all to no avail.

Now, all the other Ladies never sat with you, they were afraid to speak with you, all because of some dark, evil, scary person standing behind you, following every step you took.

It was so obvious how much he hated being a night, yet, he stood his role perfectly.

Aemond was always there, lurking like a shadow behind you, his presence cold and heavy, suffocating your every breath. He never spoke to you unless necessary, never showed any warmth or softness in his voice. There was nothing but formality and distance, a thick wall of indifference that made your skin crawl whenever he was near.

To be fair, the only thing you thought interesting of him was his dragon Vaghar.

Your days had become a game of silence, your once carefree nature now replaced with the constant awareness of his eyes on you. You missed the days when you could write to Jace without a worry, when his words brought you comfort and a glimpse of hope. Now, the letters felt like a secret rebellion, something dangerous, but you couldn’t give them up. They were the only link to a world that still held some warmth.

You still wrote to him, though your letters had become shorter, more cautious. You dared not mention Aemond, or your isolation. Instead, you spoke of mundane things, of books you were reading, of the changing seasons. Jace’s responses, too, had shifted, though he remained kind and attentive. There was always a note of tension, a hint of restraint. You knew he was aware of the shifting tides, of your father's allegiance to the Greens.

 You happily walked in your room, smiling as you held the newest letter on your hand from Jace.

Aemond was walking right behind you, but you couldn’t care.

Jace's letter had just come.

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door of your room behind you, leaving Aemond outside, guarding your door. 

You jogged to your desk, sitting down on the chair and breaking the sigil, opening with trembling hands the letter.

There were only a few lines written.

You furrowed your brows, confused. He usually wrote at least one page.

Dearest friend,

I assume you have heard of my family’s recent loss, my sweet brother Luke, gone by the hand of my uncle Aemond. 

It saddens me to tell you this, but due to your father’s allegiance and your newest sworn sword, I believe it is time to end our communications.

Jace Velaryon

You felt a pain in your chest.

A deep pain.

You weren’t going to receive any more letters from him. 

I believe it is time to end our communications.

You stood up from your desk, leaving the letter to hit the floor as you ran to your bed, laying face down, your arms crossed under your face as you bursted into tears.

You didn’t eat lunch, you didn’t have dinner. You didn’t want to get up from your bed.

Your maids, even one of your closest friends tried to walk past Aemond to check on you, but he was impenetrable, he wouldn’t let anyone in, not if you didn’t want them to.

His behavior left you speechless.

You knew he was loyal, you knew he was one to do his duty, but the way he stood up for you, not letting anyone in just as you asked, left you almost flattered.

The hours dragged on as you laid in your bed, the room dark and suffocating. The weight of Jace's words still lingered, pressing down on your chest. It was as though the last thread connecting you to the warmth of your past had been severed. You felt utterly alone, the castle walls seeming colder, the silence more deafening.

But outside your door, Aemond remained, steadfast and unmoving. His presence felt different now, less like the shadow you despised and more like an unavoidable part of your life. He had become a constant, whether you liked it or not, and now, oddly, that constancy brought a shred of comfort in your moment of loss.

By the time the moon rose high in the sky, you hadn’t moved from your bed, save to cry quietly into your pillow. The pain of Jace's rejection, not just of you but of the friendship you had cherished, was overwhelming. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of anything else, let alone leave your room.

A soft knock echoed through the thick wooden door. At first, you ignored it, thinking it was another maid or friend trying to check on you, Aemond would have taken care of it in a moment. But after a moment, there was another knock, firm yet measured, followed by a voice, calm, collected, and unmistakably Aemond’s.

 "You haven't eaten." He said, his tone devoid of his usual coldness, though it was still restrained. You laid still, wondering if you could pretend you hadn’t heard him. But the silence lingered too long, and it was clear he wasn’t going to leave. He was your sworn sword, after all, bound to you, whether you liked it or not.

"I’m not hungry." You muttered into your pillow, your voice muffled and thick with the remnants of tears.

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, which was unlike him. Then, Aemond spoke again, quieter this time. "It has been hours. You should take something, if only to keep your strength."

His words were filled with disinterest despite the meaning of them. He made impossible things possible.

"I don’t want anything." You repeated, more firmly this time. 

The door opened with a loud creek, and Aemond just walked inside. You scoffed, annoyed, but you felt too sad to think about him pissing you off.

“Leave me alone!” You groaned on the mattress, clenching your hands into fists. You could hear him moving in the room.

“That puppy of my nephew is what has reduced you in this state?” He asked, scoffing. You turned your head to look at him, and you saw him looking down at a letter in his hands.

Jace’s letter.

You bolted upright on the bed, fury boiling inside you at the sight of Aemond holding Jace’s letter. His tall, imposing figure seemed even more oppressive in the dim light of your room. His one good eye flicked over the page with a mixture of disdain and cold amusement, while the sapphire in his other socket glinted in the low light.

"Give that back!" you demanded, your voice cracking from the tears and frustration, but Aemond made no move to return the letter. He dropped the letter, letting out another scoff.

“You’re a fool.” He said, his rudeness making you red to your ear.

“How dare you talk to me like that?” You exclaimed, indignited.

“He’s a bastard. You’re sweet on a bastard, the son of my whore sister. That’s foolish.”

You felt your blood boil at his words, each syllable a sharp jab to your heart. “You don’t know anything about me! You think you can judge me just because you think you're so much better than everyone else!?”

He stepped closer, towering over you, his expression a mixture of contempt and something unreadable. “I am better than everyone else. I’m surely better than that boy who has no right on the throne he wants to claim so much.”

Your anger flared, but underneath it was a deep sorrow. “He’s more than just a name or a title! Jace has been kind to me, and you—” you pointed an accusing finger at him, “you are the one who brings darkness wherever you go.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed, the air crackling with tension. “Kindness won’t save you, and neither will that bastard. This world isn’t built on sentiment. It’s built on strength and blood.”

“Strength?” you spat, incredulous. “Strength that comes from killing boys? That’s your idea of strength?”

He looked unfazed, his expression hardening. “Luke was weak. That’s why he’s dead.”

“You’re twisted.” You hissed. “It brings you pleasure, doesn’t it? Being feared, see people looking away from you –” He pushed you back before you could continue, as he started pulling off the upper structure of his armor.

You stumbled back as you looked up at him, confused and stunned, but he pushed you back again as he took off the lower part of his armor, making you fall back on your bed.

“You want to know what brings me pleasure?” He grabbed your ankle, dragging you down the bed until your butt was almost over it. He pushed the skirts of your dress up, exposing your legs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You tried to close your legs, or pull down the skirts, but he raised your legs up, then he leaned down to grab both your thighs, spreading them apart, pressing his face against your underwear.

“This.” He mumbled against the thin clothing, his nose pressing against a funny spot against you, that made a strange sound come out of your mouth. “This brings me pleasure.” He growled as he pulled down your underwear along with the stockings. “Teaching stupid ladies their places.” He said as he dived his face back between your thighs, now his mouth pressing on that same spot, sucking and rubbing with his tongue, leaving you breathless for a moment, the pleasure was so high and so good you couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t see him, your skirts were covering the view, but you didn’t really care. Not when it felt this good. 

You didn’t think you'd ever felt this good. 

The one who was making you feel good, was a Targaryen Prince, a child murdered, the rider of the largest dragon in the world.

You could only squirm, your mind numbed by the pleasure, slowly overcoming all the alarms your brain was sending you, telling you to push the prince away, to not let him touch you in such an appropriate manner.

But then, all so suddenly it stopped, leaving you panting heavily. You saw Aemond raising his head from between your legs, coming into your field of vision.

His chin was wet, his only eye almost completely black as he looked down at you.

His hands moved on your skin, almost gently, caressing your skin as they moved up, your knees, your ankles. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles, securing your legs raised, your feet by each side of his head.

You should have stopped him.

This was improper, it was a sin. A sin you were committing with the worst man in the Seven Kingdoms.

You wanted to move, kick him back, telling him to stop touching you with his filthy, blood-stained hands, but under the dark gaze of his single eye you couldn’t move.

Aemond tightened the grip on your ankles, suddenly pulling you up so your hips lifted from the mattress. Startled, you let out a weak squeak, gripping the sheets tightly as your body moved forward, the back of your thighs landing harshly against him, your core rubbing against a protuberance on his pants, the impact sending another jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Yeah, you like it.” He hummed to himself as he dropped you back on the mattress. He leaned down, his body making space for himself between your legs as his face came to hover yours. “And you want to feel it more, don't you?” He smirked, looking down at you.

You could feel your face burning because of his words, more likely because of the truthfulness of them, because yes, you wanted to feel it again.

“No-” You mumbled as you looked up at him, directly in his eye, trying to sound firm, but he simply chuckled, grabbing your face with his hand, his fingers digging in the soft skin of your cheeks. “Such a liar. No wonder why my sweet bastard-nephew doesn’t want you.” 

That stang.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears and anger.

“How dare you?” You hissed as you tried to push him off of you, slapping his chest repeatedly, but he only smiled even more.

“There, there…” He hummed as his hand went back underneath your dress, finding you private again. No matter how much you fought, his body was keeping your legs apart, and he seemed impossible to move.

You only stopped when you felt a strange feeling, something filling you in a way you’ve never felt, that made you gasp out loud. You unconsciously let out a moan, your back arched instinctively, as your body almost contorted as he started moving his finger inside you.

“So easy to shut you up, mh?” He asked as he followed your face to be able to see every expression you made. “So easy to put into place.” He added then in a low voice.

You gritted your teeth together, trying to find in you the force to push him off, to not give him the satisfaction he was showing with that damn smile of his, but you couldn’t. The only sounds that came out of your mouth were whines or soft moans as his finger moved faster inside you, caressing everywhere inside you, and eliciting a pure bliss of pleasure.

“Jace is a fool for leaving you.” He said as he looked at you, your eyes half closed, your head leaned back, your lips apart. He didn’t even look like he realized he said that, it was like he was talking to himself and accidentally said it outloud. You turned your head to look at him, finding his eyes fixed on you, staring in appreciation. “You’re a rare beauty.” He said, his voice low and rough.

You blinked slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. A warmth spread across your chest, but you weren’t sure if it was the pleasure or the way his gaze lingered on you. 

No.

You thought to yourself.

Not him.

Please.

But the way he looked at you, like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world was doing something to you. It made your stomach clench, your head dizzier.

You’ve been told countless times by suitors that you were a sight to see, a beauty, but it did nothing if not make you blush or feel appreciated.

With Jace you felt your heart beat so loud you feared it could jump out of your chest.

You too were aware of your beauty, but you never thought of it as a rareness.

But now with Aemond Targaryen, the cold, mean, cruel man, who was doing unspeakable things to you, who looked at you like a Goddess, you truly felt like one.

Aemond’s gaze pierced through you, a silent intensity in his expression that made your breath catch in your throat. You wished you could deny the way his presence and actions were affecting you, wished you could ignore the way his words stirred something deep inside. But the truth was undeniable. 

As he slipped his second finger inside your thigh core, you felt it crushing on you. You didn’t know what, but for a moment, you forgot about everything, Jace, the war, Aemond’s sins, your worries, your anger and your sadness, it all vanished by the newfound feeling of ecstasy. You whined louder, making aemond clamp his other hand immediately over your mouth to muffle your sounds as he kept moving your fingers. You looked at him with wide eyes, you didn’t know what had just happened to you, but you wanted to keep feeling it, no matter what cost, you wanted to feel that good again.

He kept pumping his fingers inside you as you saw him starting to move, rub, against your thigh, some hardness pressing and caressing your skin. His brows arched slightly, his eye narrowing slightly as he pressed his hips harder against you, seeking more friction and pressure. 

You’ve never seen a man do a face close to that one.

You’ve never seen Aemond make a face like that, and it was beautiful, it was breathtaking, hypnotizing, you felt like watching him all day as he experienced his pleasure.

He didn’t miss the way you seemed affected, obviously. He looked down at you and found you staring at him, his eye darkened even more, his pupil dilating even more if possible as he clenched his jaw.

“You like this?” He looked down at you, moving his hand from your mouth to your neck, gripping it tightly, but not enough to actually cut your air off. You tilted your head back, wrapping your hands on his wrist and arm, gasping as he slipped his fingers out, passing them over your pearl just to see you squirm, his lips moving into a smirk. “No.” He said as he sat up in his haunches between your legs, forcing you to spread them to make room for his body as he started to undo his pants. “You love it.”

You tried to look down, trying to understand what he was doing but he squeezed your throat into a warning, keeping your head in place. “What are you trying to see, uh?” He growled as he pushed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. “Such a curious menace, always getting into trouble.” He hissed as he leaned over her to look at you from above. “Always sneaking around, making my life harder.” He gritted his teeth. “Making me chase you.” He raised her skirts to your waist as he aligned his cock to your core, wet and warm, hot.

“No – “ You mumbled as you felt the tip pressing on your skin. “Y-you can’t- We’re not married-” You mumbled as you panted, shaking your head. Aemond smiled down at you, his thumb caressing the skin of her neck. 

“No one will notice.” He said firmly, pushing slightly, making his tip grace the inside your core, just slightly, enough to hear another moan from you. “Just…” He groaned as he repeated the movement, moving his hips forward as his face contorted in pleasure. “... the tip – Fuck –” He groaned as he started moving his hips, the tip of his cock was being sucked in every time by your cunt, as if it was trying to keep him inside. 

It didn’t feel bad.

She did feel like her cunt was being torn apart, but she found the pain mixed to the pleasure extremely pleasing.

It was good.

It was so good.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, so strong, so blissful.

“A-Aemond – “ You bit your lower lip as you arched your back, jerking your hips to find more pleasure as his tip kept slipping out and back in.

Aemond couldn’t tear his eyes off the sight, your core making a wet sound every time he slipped in, your walls forced open to make space for his thick cock, his red tip being welcomed in the warmness of your body, and then the sound of your weak wail every time he pulled back, only enough to be able to push back in.

“Yeah like that –” He growled as he tightened his hand around your neck, his eye still fixed on how your bodies connected, his thrusts regular, calculated and hard.

He was hanging by a thread, and he was showing a great amount of control, just by not slamming his whole long cock inside you, and making you scream in pain and pleasure.

“Grind yourself like a whore –” He snarled as he started rolling his hips faster, the wet sound growing louder along with his pace. “Fuck youre so tight – You’re squeezing me inside - ”

It didn’t bother you the way he called you, the way he spoke. If not, it only aroused you more.

You bit your lower lip harder, and no matter how low you tried to keep your noises, it became impossible as Aemond moved his free hand, using his fingers to circle your pearl, putting just the right amount of pressure. Your back arched violently as you threw your head back, your mouth open in an oval shape, grunts and moans coming out one after another as Aemond tightened his hand around your throat, starting to cut some of your air supplies, your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

It was all so much.

It was all so good.

“Come.” He growled as he finally looked up at you. “Come, before I lose it.” His eye fixed on yours. He looked feral. He looked like a chained animal, that once set free, would have hunted and killed everything in its path. “Come, before absolutely ruin you.” 

It wasn’t like you had any control over it, because when the pleasure reached you in such a hard, strong frisson, you could only surrender to it. Your eyes widened, your mouth opened, but Aemond tightened his hand on your throat even more, killing every sound you could have let out. Your eyes watered as your hips jerked, the pleasure washing over you in devastating waves.

He snarled, letting go of your throat, but you barely had the time to take a deep breathe because you felt a stinging pain, barely muffled by the aftershocks of you climax, as Aemond grabbed tightly your hips and harshly pulled to him, making you slip down on the bed and making his cock thrust completely inside you, as he moaned on top of you.

“So fucking tight.” His voice was strained, his breathing heavy, then, you felt a strange sensation of wetness inside you.

You whined as the bliss of pleasure slowly faded away, leaving you in an uncomfortable pain, so you pushed Aemond away, who retrieved with a groan, slipping out of you.

You slowly sat up, looking at him as your mind slowly registered the last moments. 

Aemond stood up from the bed, tucking himself inside his pants and starting to put his armor back on.

You didn’t say anything in the meanwhile, you just stared down at the bed covers, where you and Aemond were laying till a few seconds before, committing one of the worst sins ever.

A sin that felt so good.

You snapped out of your moment of trance only when you heard the door slam shut, and a strange smell of burned paper in the air. You moved to the end of the bed, on the floor, there was a piece of paper on fire.

Jace’s letter.

Part 2

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[jacevelaryonswife]

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight — Masterlist

summary: When the hour of the bat came, you went restlessly through the corridors with the dinner of the heir to the iron throne, willing to beg for forgiveness if necessary.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x servant!female reader

tags: slow burn, angst, war mentions, eventual adult content

Part one

Part two

author’s note: t’s been a LONG time since I’ve written to Jace. I blame my growing lack of will in the last 8 months that have moved me away from writing in general, but my boy is shining this season and I could not miss the opportunity to return to the character who made me write again in 2022.

comment if you want to be tagged! 💙

[gay-little-izzet]

Commission for @furze-and-heather of a villainous Jace design!!! 💙🖤

I’m sure he’s fine

[vividxpages]

Hi, could you possibly do either 12 or 29 with smut ? 💙 pls.

a/n: I kind of combined these two, I hope you'll like them! <3

vivid's little autumn writing: If you want, you can now send me a number (or two combined!) from this list of visual prompts and I'll write a little drabble (fluffy and/or smutty, you decide) for it.🧸

🍂

Jace stepped into the apartment with an exhausted sigh on his lips.

Today had not been easy, but so was no day when his mother’s side of the family spent time with his grandfather’s second wife’s side. Jace despised those tense dinners, so unlike the ones he shared with you and his family, and by the end of it, he always felt ready to push one of his asshole uncles in front of a cars outside the restaurant.

All these awkward and double-sided conversations were reason enough for him to spare you and although you didn’t like to leave him alone in such bad company, you had let him go alone tonight. Jace pulled off his shoes eagerly before taking a quick look in the mirror. Now, this long-awaited evening with you began and he could shake it all off, your company enough to soothe the dark clouds away.

He could hear the quiet sound of the record player coming from the living room, your favorite album playing softly on its needle, but he willed himself to step into the bathroom quickly, to wash his hands and splash some water on his face.

He turned the lights on and stopped, looking at the small red heart drawn onto the mirror over the sink. He recognized the shade of your lipstick instantly, the color often adorning his neck if you had your way, and smiled as he washed his hands and looked at it. A warmth filled his chest at your attentiveness, the way you always knew he needed a little cheering-up after a family meeting like tonight.

With his steps already a little lighter, Jace walked down the hallway and melted once again at the sight greeting him. The living room was lit with dozens of candles, their warm light flickering over the walls and painting you in a golden glow.

You had curled up underneath a fluffy blanket on the couch, two half-filled white wine glasses on the table in front of you. At his entrance, you looked up from the book in your lap and beamed, lifting yourself up on your knees as Jace approached you. The blanket pooled down your body, only hidden by one of his sleeping shirts you liked to claim for yourself.

Without a word, Jace cupped the sides of your face and bent down, kissing you hungrily as if you two had not seen each other for days instead of just a few hours. You smiled into the kiss, happy to be reunited with him as one of his hands slid down your spine and pressed you closer against his chest.

“How was your evening?” You asked a little out of breath when you eventually separated, playing with his big hand in yours as he still towered over you.

Jace sighed, giving you a smile back. “Better now that I’m with you. I’ve seen your little message on the mirror.”

You chuckled as he sank down on the couch beside you, pulling your legs to rest in his lap as you handed him a glass. “If you can even call that a message.”

“Nonetheless, it made me happy.” Jace pointed out, his free hand drifting over your calf as he clinked glasses with you and took a sip. “Everything you do makes me happy.”

You watched him softly, your lips still tingling from his passionate kiss. “I can always see your exhaustion when you crossed ways with your uncles. Is there something else I can do? There’s still some dinner on the stove, if you want.”

Jace couldn’t believe he really had to ditch your homemade dinner for unpleasant company and bad jokes from his drunk uncle for a moment, his heart belonging to you aching to make it up to you, although he knew you’d never fault him for it.

He put down his wine glass and lovingly squeezed your knee. “Right now, I only need you, my love.”

You sighed happily as he leaned over to you and kissed you again, your back arching to meet his searching hands on you as they drifted over your back and down the sides of your waist. Shivers followed where he went and soon, you moaned quietly as his lips began to travel down your neck, suckling gently on the spots he knew were sensitive. The smell of your sweet shampoo and perfume made Jace all dizzy as he sunk down between your spread legs, the fluffy blankets having carelessly landed on the carpet in the process.

He felt the little shudders going through you when his hand snuck underneath your (his) shirt, ghosting over your warm belly until he could tease the band of your panties.

“Do you want to…” He whispered against your lips and you nodded eagerly, your foreheads pressing together and hot breath mingling as his hand disappeared inside of your underwear, a broken gasp leaving your kiss-bruised lips at the brush of his fingertip against your sensitive core.

“Jace…please…” You held on to his curls as he covered your body with his own, wanting nothing more to keep you underneath him all night and make love in the glow of the candlelight.

“You don’t have to beg for me, my love.” He mumbled, his hot gaze never leaving yours as he drew slow and tantalizing circles around your clit. “I’ve been wanting you all night long…now, let me enjoy you, baby.”

You melted into the pillows behind you, drawing your head back at his skilled hand in your panties, his hand playing with the edge of your shirt and lifting it higher and higher until he could touch your warm boob and groan at the taste of your bud around his lips.

You had been so good for him all night, had given him the warmest welcome he could’ve dreamed of…and now it was time to reward his sweet girl for it…

[stinkrascal]

sims in my style 💭

helena zhao by @thebramblewood 🦇 jace thrasher by @itsmariejanel 💥

elia lune by @warmsol 🌞 roxane fish by @goldenwaves 🐟

beau wheatley by @pixelatedblues 💙 elle devampiro by @theeflowerofcarnage 🥀

lisa ahane by @gleamer 🍩 cora hargrove-weston by @rosymiel 🩸

[rododea95]

First Christmas sketch! Jace & Vraska 💙🖤💚

More will arrive in the next few days 💫

[dorkydiaz]

Please give Juniper lots of pets, looks like such a sweet kitty 😍

she will gladly accept pets (on her own terms 😂) and she has grown to be such a sweetheart i never expected it to happen so quickly 🥺

[endless-ineffabilities]

Chemical Override - Timeline

a/n: here's an organised timeline for our reference! If you spot any inconsistencies, feel free to point them out <3

series masterlist ▪︎ main masterlist

2024

May 17 (Paris)

Ewan and Darling are paired for a full press day

June 10 (London)

Ewan -> Darling

June 25 (London)

The cast gets together at Fabien’s

July 7 (LA/London)

Darling does rehearsals for her film with Jacob / Ewan does another round of press for season 2 of HotD, where he hears about sightings of Darling and Jacob

July 11-13 (London)

Ewan films the music video for In The Modern World

July 15 (LA/London)

Darling receives flowers from Ewan / Ewan sends the voicemail to Darling, and he is spotted out with Louise

July 17 (LA/London)

Ewan -> Darling

July 18 (LA)

Ewan flies out to LA to clear things up with Darling

July 19 (New York)

Ewan has the meeting with Bruce Haversham

July 21 (LA)

Ewan flies back to LA. They have their first proper kiss, and their first proper rooftop date

August 12 (LA)

Ewan and Darling have dinner, and then continue their date at the Griffith Observatory / Ewan breaks the internet 

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August 29 (LA)

Darling learns of Bruce’s demands and Ewan’s decision

September 3 (LA)

The end.

September 23 (London)

Ewan deals with press engagements, while struggling to cope with the breakup

October 10 (LA)

Phia, Fabien, and Bella visit Darling on set / Darling shares what actually happened

November 18 (London)

Ewan agrees to take on the film franchise / He has a night out with the lads

December 11 (London)

Darling is back in London for the holidays /Ewan and Darling are set for a chemistry read / The arrangement begins

December 22 (London/Derby)

Ewan -> Darling

2025

January 16th (LA)

Ewan has meetings for his film / He misses Darling just a bit too much

February 4/5 (London)

Darling wraps up production for her film and flies back to London / The cast have a mini reunion at Matt’s / Fabien posts a slideshow that includes a picture of Matt and Darling / Matt walks Darling home

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Matt -> Fabien

February 11 (London)

The cast has a table read for season 3 / Ewan wants to come over that night but she has Matt and Fabien over / Ewan makes a second post on IG

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February 12 (London)

Darling makes Ewan delete the post / Ewan deactivates his account for the second time

February 15 (London)

The HotD Entertainment Weekly photoshoot / Matt and Darling plan their date 

February 18 (London)

Ewan and Darling have their British Vogue photoshoot

February 19 (London)

Matt and Darling have their first date 

February 20 (London)

Phia and Tom visit Ewan / Ewan calls Darling and finds out that Matt is with her

February 21 (London)

Ewan and Darling speak their truths and lay everything out on the line / They end the arrangement

February 24 (the interwebs)

The cast play Never Have I Ever online

February 25 (LA)

Ewan and Jenna have their first round of promotional press for their film 

February 27 (London)

Matt and Darling attend his friend’s screening / their first hay roll

March 11 (New York)

The Vanity Fair Young Hollywood masquerade ball

March 20 (London)

Darling has an accident during stunt training

Ewan -> Phia

April 10-17 (Mallorca)

Everyone travels to Mallorca to celebrate the lads’ birthdays

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[madame-fear]

You can write something about having sex on the iron throne with jacaerys ? 🙏

★ amira speaks : rather than headcanons or a one shot of how it would be, i chose to make an imagine. please enjoy and hope it was what you expected! 💜💙

Either before, or after Jace is finally named King of the Seven Kingdoms, I think he would always be eager to be bold with you, and have sex on strange places where it obvioualy is most likely that someone could accidentally catch you.

Even if you, initially, hesitated at his proposal, after endless insisting you eventually gave into his charming puppy eyes, and did have spicy moments together on public spaces of King’s Landing, and even Dragonstone as well.

A particular favourite spot of him that increases even more the thrill of the adrenaline, is none other than the Iron Throne. Which, he originally had offered the idea of having intimacy in public spaces mostly because he had always desired to do it with you on the Iron Throne and simply wanted you to get comfortable with such idea.

Obviously, considering that the Iron Throne is entirely made of swords (and that his grandsire Viserys often had cuts from sitting in the Throne-), he would be extra careful when having you on top of him, or in any other position not just to not hurt himself, but as well as to not provoke any harm or cut in you either. Your skin is too precious for Jace, so he would basically keep you as protected as he can.

Even if the only position you both could possibly ever have sex while being on the Iron Throne is by riding him, you would still enjoy it. Perhaps you could give one another head occasionally, but even if there aren’t many positions to get in, the thrill of the rushes still gets to you. Maybe even becoming your favourite spot to do it, as well - enjoying the way he forces you to control your loud moans when he becomes rougher on his movements, or hits that one spot.

Truthfully, the idea of him being King and knowing you will have many more moments like this on the Throne turns you on even more for him.

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[sapphire-writes]

The Campaign ~ Finale Sneak Peek

preview of The Campaign's final part

MDNI / 18+ / NSFW

a/n: hello my loves and happy valentine's day you filthy sluts 😼 I can't offer a full fic on this day of love and smut but I can give you a little something something from my faves. I can't promise when this will be out in full; life's been very busy (in a good way!). thank you for sticking around and I hope you enjoy 💞 wishing you all nothing but love!

update: OUT NOW READ HERE

💋 Jo

Aemond’s hand is held out before him, Jace’s necklace dangling from his slender fingers. The diamond J catches the light, sparkling. Your mouth goes dry, cheeks warming at the sight. Eyes lifting to meet his, you can’t find the words to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, “Look….I never…this wasn’t…” Aemond takes a deep breath, steadying himself, “I’m not good at this.”

The J swings from the chain, a pendulum on a string. You can't stop staring at it, watching as it taunts you.

“I knew it,” you whisper, hand reaching up to your throat.

“It was just a game,” he insists, “Until it wasn’t.” Your eyes lift from the necklace, meeting his. “That night on the beach….” He lowers his arm. The pendulum swings. “Look if you don’t feel the same–”

Your stomach turns, the corners of your lips dipping into a frown.

“Go,” you breathe, barely audible.

Aemond tilts his head to the side and murmurs your name. Your eyes squeeze shut, chest tightening painfully as he does.

“I want you out.”

“What can I do?” he begs, “Please.”

“Go grovel to someone who cares,” you snap, eyes opening, a fresh wave of anger barrelling through you, “Storm’s End, perhaps? Seems like you have some making up to do with Floris.”

“I don’t fucking want Floris!” he snaps, “I want you.”

You freeze, breath-catching. 

“You don't want her?” you ask and he shakes his head, “Did you fuck her?”

Aemond’s eye widens, a fraction of an inch but it's noticeable. A bitter laugh leaves your lips.

“It was before we–”

“You men are all the same,” you seethe, glaring at him, “Pretty words and no action. Of course you fucked her.”

“Y/N, it was before us, before we ever–look I haven’t so much as touched her since we–”

“Well then here’s your chance!” you interrupt, “Go make up for lost time; I’m sure she’s a wreck. Wallowing on her yacht just waiting for you to jump her bones.”

Aemond flinches as though you’d slapped him. “Stop it.”

“You’re so talented with that tongue, useless apologies included. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste–”

“Seven hells enough!”

His yell silences you. You stand before each other, chests heaving with anger. You can't stand him. You hate him. And though the voice in your head disagrees, you ignore it, setting your wine glass down on the counter.

“You want forgiveness?” you ask, cocking a brow at him, “Get on your knees.”

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