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"Covenant" - Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader

a/n: request from @dreamfyre03 which is also a bday gift for @elaratyrell hehe. i had a bit of writer's block with this one so hopefully y'all still enjoy! 🩷

Summary: You and Jace struggle to come to terms with your betrothal to another.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, slightly dark!jace, loss of virginity, size kink, breeding kink, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, jealousy

Word Count: 2,350 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When your mother gave birth to twins, it was a cause for celebration - the birth of the twin dragons, the future king and queen of Westeros. After all, it was fate, was it not? That one was a boy and one was a girl? You and Jace would rule the realm together one day. That is what you had been told since your childhood. You cared little for titles and even less for responsibility, but Jace took his duty to the realm - and most of all to you - quite seriously.

The petition regarding Luke’s inheritance and returning to King’s Landing is a daunting prospect. But, you and Jace are dragons. You ought not to fear coming back to the place that will be your home once more when he takes the throne. Deciding to spend some time reminiscing about your youth in the capital, Jace suggests that the two of you go to the old training yard.

“Perhaps we might even spar, dear sister,” he teases, brown eyes dancing with mischief.

You scoff, taking his arm with a grin, “Or perhaps I could spare you the embarrassment of losing to me yet again, brother dearest.”

He nudges his elbow against your ribs, the two of you dissolving into a fit of laughter. However, that begins to die out the closer you get to the training yard and your eyes find another figure. Tall, handsome, lean with long blond hair, fighting with all the skill of a warrior. Jace knows who it is immediately when he sees the eyepatch. That scar. His memories of that fateful night at Driftmark come flooding back as he turns to you, seeing the way you stare, quietly admiring the man before you.

“Is that Aemond? He looks so different…”

Realizing what it is behind your eyes, Jace frowns slightly, “What are you admiring him for, sister?”

“I’m not admiring! I was just taken by surprise is all,” you protest, feeling Jace’s suspicious gaze on you, “I was… Taller than he was when we last met. And his hair is longer. And his features are sharper…” He hates the way you trail off, an almost dreamy tone to your voice as you muse, “He has changed.”

Jace moves to block your view of Aemond, staring down at you, his jaw set, “I have changed as well, and yet you do not look upon me with those eyes. Do you… Do you still have feelings for him?”

You look up at him, lips parted in surprise, regretting ever having admitted your fleeting childhood fancy for your uncle, “Jace, why would you even ask that? You know you are the most important person in the world to me! You’re my twin, my other half. There is no one in this world I love more than you. Perhaps I fancied Aemond once. But that’s all it was. What we have is something so much deeper. Something no one except us can ever understand.” You pause before speaking softly, taking his hands in your own, “I cannot forget nor forgive how he spoke of Ser Harwin that night. After we had just lost him. He does not have your kindness. Your goodness.”

Assuaged by your words, Jace calms. After all, you have never given him any reason to doubt you save for this fleeting moment. You indeed are the other half of his heart. And with that said, he realizes he needs to trust in you. So, he gives Aemond a curt nod as he approaches the two of you, that blue eye of his taking you in, a sly smile curling on his lips that Jace wants to slap off as he kisses your hand.

Aemond stares at you all through the hearing, his gaze only leaving you when Daemon moves to protect your mother’s honor. Jace despises it. He hates the way Aemond stares at you. Aemond could never love you the way Jace does, never understand you. He will always think of you and your brothers as lesser than, never fully accept you.

Your world comes crashing down around the two of you at dinner at your mother’s words, the way she smiles at the queen, her childhood friend, announcing that you are to marry Aemond as a way to heal the rift between the two factions of your family. You turn to Jace, shocked.

The news hits him like a ton of bricks, the jealousy he felt earlier now increased tenfold as he mumbles, “That can’t be true. Not after all this time. Not after allowing us to believe…”

You move closer to him, grasping his tunic desperately, and Jace’s arms wrap around you to comfort you, refusing to allow you to leave his sight as you whisper, “This is some cruel jest, right, Jace? Mother wouldn’t do this to us… She wouldn’t take us away from each other. She knows I could never survive without you…”

“Nor I without you,” Jace agrees, “I… All our plans… It makes no sense. They cannot do this to us…”

But they can. And they do. Jace watches with bitterness as you dance with Aemond. He hates the way he looks at you, the sadness on your face. Jace wants nothing more than to rip you away from Aemond, to take you in his arms and kiss you, to remind everyone present that it is he who has your heart. You meet Jace’s gaze, a hopeless expression on your face as you continue dancing, wondering how in the world this situation came to be.

It is the hour of the eel when he comes to you, through the secret passageways you once used to hide in as children. You usher Jace into your chambers, whispering frantically.

“Did anyone see you?”

He shakes his head, taking you in his arms, “No one saw me.” Jace looks you over for a long moment, admiring how beautiful you look in the dim candlelight of your room, dressed in only your thin white nightgown. He clears his throat before asking the question he has been dreading all evening, “Did… Did he…”

“We only danced,” you assure him, “I was meant to be yours… How could this happen?”

“Oh, I think I know full well how it happened,” he replies, bitterness coloring his tone as he recalls the way Aemond gazed into your eyes all through dinner.

Your jaw drops, “Jacaerys, you surely cannot think that I wanted this?”

He remains silent for a few moments, and though he knows there is no reason for you to have wanted this, his jealousy grows and he lets out a low snarl, “How am I meant to know when all I can see when I close my eyes is your arms wrapped around him as you let him waltz you around the room? As you barely were able to look at me? Me, the man who loves you!”

“It was for our family’s benefit!” You try to reason, glaring up at him, “How can you be so kind in one moment and so cruel in the next?”

“So,” Jace scoffs, “He is allowed to take that kind of liberty with you, simply for the sake of mending a rift?”

Jace can see the way you falter, hear the hesitation in your voice as you reply, “Our duty first and foremost is to the realm and its stability. To our family’s dynasty. If marrying him is what is right for our kingdom, then I shall do as I must.”

His voice is a low whisper as he moves to cup your face in his hands, fingers tracing the contours of your cheeks, his thumb resting on your lower lip, “And what of our duty to each other?”

As he says it, you can see something in his normally sweet brown-eyed gaze that you never have before. A darkness. Anger. Possessiveness. Jealousy. All of it swirls inside him. The need to make you his, to keep you with him. Your breath catches in your throat as he tugs you up against him, your chest pressed flush to his, his nose brushing against yours. He cannot contain himself any longer.

“Jace? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The look that passes between you two is heated before Jace finally lets his lips come crashing down onto yours. It is far from the first time he has kissed you but there’s something almost primal behind this kiss, far from the innocent kisses of your youth. Your hands thread through his curls as you return the kiss, confused but enjoying the way his lips move against your own.

“You belong to me,” Jace murmurs, “And I won’t let him take you from me. If I have to sully your innocence to keep you by my side, I will. If it makes me a monster, then I am.”

There is a hard edge to his voice, as if talking him down will be impossible, but to his surprise, you merely nod your head in agreement, “If you take my maidenhead, Mother will have no choice but to forget this foolishness.”

The hunger in Jace’s kiss is palpable, an almost feral edge to him as he pins you down to the bed, your clothes and his being thrown to the floor in a flurry of movement. There is only one thought in both of your minds. Jace admires you, the curves of your body, every scar, every freckle, every dimple. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life. And all he wishes to do is worship your body, to hold you forever, to keep you by his side. His fingers trace your cunny, feeling the wetness between your thighs before pushing inside of you, a smirk on his face at the gasp you let out.

Jace begins moving his fingers slowly, reveling in every breathy moan of his name that escapes your lips, the way you look up at him with your eyes so full of love, so full of need. All he can think of is you. His entire world revolves around you, your pleasure, your love. Jace curves his fingers ever so slightly, making you whimper softly, hips bucking up as he presses his thumb against your swollen pearl, fingers moving faster and faster. You squeeze around him impossibly tight as you reach your peak, your toes curling as you cry out Jace’s name, your body shuddering with pleasure as he continues his ministrations through your climax. Jace seems to have no intention of stopping, bringing you to your peak not once but twice more.

“I need to make sure this doesn’t hurt you,” he explains, pressing a kiss to your brow, listening to the sigh of contentment you let out at his touch, “Want this to be perfect for you.”

“It’s with you,” you reply gently, your hand resting on his cheek, beaming up at him as he leans into your touch, “How could it be anything but?”

Jace lets out a low groan of pleasure as he finally joins his body with yours, his cock slowly pushing inside you. His hands grasp yours, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you need to assuage the initial discomfort you feel. He’s so big that you wonder if he’ll truly be able to fit inside you. But you should not have doubted it. He waits for you to relax before sheathing himself to the hilt, your warmth enveloping him as he captures your lips in another kiss. He begins rocking his hips against yours, his breath hot against your lips, your fingers tangled in his curls as your legs wrap around him, taking him in even deeper.

“You will be the most beautiful queen the Seven Kingdoms have ever had.”

You moan softly before pulling Jace into another kiss, whispering between breaths, “They will say no queen ever loved her king the way I love you.”

Your words are nearly enough to send Jace over the edge, any self restraint within him dying as he begins rutting against you desperately, the fat head of his cock bullying against that spot deep inside you that has you begging for more. You reach your peak before Jace does, and he continues, his hands moving to your hips, holding you in place as he snaps his own against yours, driven by one thought and one thought alone.

Filling you with his seed, watching you grow round with his heir, wanting the entire world to know that it is him you belong to and not Aemond. He fucks into you with a zeal that has your eyes rolling back, hot white ropes of his spend coating your insides as he gives you everything he has, his thrusts slowing. He remains inside you for a long moment, curls falling in his face, matted to his forehead, as your eyes meet his. And when Jace finally pulls out of you, his fingers push whatever leaks out back in, not wanting to take any chances.

And you seem perfectly content with that. The two of you hold each other close, feeling like this night has been the culmination of everything that you ever wanted.

The following morning, Jace tosses the bedsheet at his mother’s feet, fire in his eyes, his jaw set with determination as she stares at it in horror, the pristine white fabric marred by the evidence of your loss of innocence. Helaena looks at the two of you, surprised, while Aegon gives Jace an almost… Impressed nod. Aemond looks furious, of course, his bride having been ripped from him, the Lord Hand announcing that you and Jace must be married at once.

And as you kiss your dearest twin in the sept, his arms wrapped around you, his cloak around your shoulders, your life forever tied to his…

You cannot help but think that this is how it was all meant to happen.

As for Jace? Everyone knows that a dragon protects its treasure. And no treasure could ever be more precious to the future king than his queen to be.

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puppycheesecake · 8 months

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Sim Lookbook - Jace

He's taking over the family ranch for his (semi)retired Grandma. Doesn't necessarily love that the town is run by vampires, but he gets along with them just fine. (He's even friends with a couple.)

General: Hair 1 / Hair 2 / Hair 3 / Hair 4 (Base Game) / Brows Everyday: Top + Undershirt / Pants (Horse Ranch) / Shoes (Jungle Adventure) / Hat Formal: Top + Pants / Shoes, Necklace (Horse Ranch) Athletic: Top / Shorts / Socks / Shoes Sleep: Robe / Pants / Socks Party: Top / Pants (Benji Skinny Jeans) + Belt / Shoes (Horse Ranch) Swimwear: Shorts Hot Weather: Top + Graphic Overlay / Pants (Horse Ranch) / Shoes (Jungle Adventure) / Hat / Necklace Cold Weather: Outfit (Horse Ranch) / Shoes (Jungle Adventure) / Hat

Thank you! @simandy @zurkdesign @gegesimmer @twisted-cat @sforzcc @blahberry-pancake @lazyeyelids @greenllamas @gorillax3-cc @serenity-cc @shakeproductions @marsmerizing-sims @plumbobsnfries @joliebean @liliili-sims4 @mochizencc @pixelette-cc @ceeproductions

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 lookbook #lookbook #chestnut ridge residents #jace

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lunasglow · 8 months

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One day we need to have a legitimate discussion on how Jace and Luke weren’t even bullies and how a huge factor in Aemonds internalized rage is his perspective on blood purity. Oh, and how Aegon was really Aemonds biggest bully. And that day is today.

- Alicent herself knew this was true. “You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world we must defend our own” she says after trying to frame Jace and Luke as “savages.”

-Alicent refers to Jace and Luke as Aegons “playthings” in the same scene. What kind of power dynamic do you really think was at play here? Aegon clearly liked to toy with his vastly younger nephews and influenced them.

- Mind you, Jace and Luke were 5-7 years old and NOT aware of the feud that ran in their frayed family. They lack the awareness of characters like Aemond and Aegon who are repeatedly reminded by Alicent that Rhaenyra’s family is a THREAT and that they are bastards who are beneath them in station.

-In contrast, there is not a single scene of Rhaenyra speaking about Aegon, Aemond, or Helaena in derogatory ways to her children. Even in the books, it’s evident that the feud between the children is entirely one-sided with the Greens growing up and *learning* to resent Jace, Luke, and Joff.

-the teasing in and of itself was so mild. What makes Aemond upset is that he doesn’t view Jace and Luke as his equals.

-to Jace and Luke, this was normal teasing. From Aemonds perspective, he’s being emasculated by younger boys who he views as sub-human and unworthy despite having dragons of their own because he’s been TOLD and ASSURED that they’re bastards.

- THIS IS WHY THE TEASING ACTUALLY SETS HIM OFF, NOT THE SEVERITY. Need we be reminded how strongly Aemond feels about “blood purity”? In a show about the Targaryen dynasty, he’s the only character to mention it.

Bonus:

- Aegon hating and wanting to tease Aemond is so on brand for them as characters. Aemond is a momas boy and Aegon is the disappointment. The allure to make his life hell is there, and what better way to do that than get their bastard nephews to help him undermine Aemond even more?

#hotd #team black #jace #jacerys velaryon #luke #lucerys velaryon #hotd aegon #aegon ii #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #anti team green

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twigsyy · 3 days

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store closing sale coming in 1.5 years

#art #anthro #avery #jace

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corsairoriginal · 16 days

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Thunder Junction Epilogue Spoilers

Jace and Vraska have a weird toddler and are traveling. And ridiculously in love. But why are there people reading Jace and Vraska wanting rebirth for the multiverse as sinister? Liberation movements use the same language: a demand for renewal instead of fixing systems that don't work.

My goodness, why would a pirate and a former bureaucrat want something better? They both went through repeated "deaths" and are still thriving. Why assume their goals mean something literal? People who love status quo sure do think change sounds like violence.

#mtg #mtg lore #outlaws of thunder junction #jace #vraska #jace beleren

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jacenormlee · 1 year

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#henry danger force #jace lee norman #henry danger #jacenorman #danger force #henry hart #jace #kid danger #nickelodeon #jace norman #captain man #jasper #cooper barnes #ella anderson #piper hart #sean ryan fox #actor #jack griffo #actress

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malaquitesgallery · 22 days

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‘We should bear those messages. Dragons will win the lords over quicker than ravens.’— Prince Jacaerys of house Velaryon ‘Jace’ prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Ironm Throne; rider of Vermax. |

He would be a perfect king we were so robbed💔

#jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #prince jacaerys #jace #hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #digital art #art #artwork #asoaif #fire and blood

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clarkkantagain · 10 days

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mike van gilder

#mike van gilder #jace #selfies #armed #veins #nubs

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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jace, after the dinner: why are you following me? helaena: we're friends now! jace: that's fine, but why is aemond also following me helaena: well, you see- aemond: we're a package deal, bitch. jace: but don't you hate- aemond: PACKAGE. DEAL.

#jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys strong #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #jace velaryon #jace strong #jace #jacaerys #helaena #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd #house of the dragon #quotes #incorrect house of the dragon #incorrect hotd

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jacegans · 29 days

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We won so hard today ❄️

#jacegan #jacaerys velaryon x cregan stark #jacegan crumbs #jace #cregan stark #hotd season 2 #jacegan gifs #jacaerys velaryon #cregan #jacaerys #jacegan edit

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valeskafics · 6 months

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"Stuck In A Rut" - Modern Werewolf!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

Summary: You help Jace through his rut.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, monsterfucking, knotting, breeding kink, overstim, oral f receiving, p in v sex

Word Count: 1,535 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Having a werewolf for a boyfriend has been an interesting ride, to say the very least. You’ve known Jace all your life, been best friends for most of it, and now have been dating for the past month. It’s been a dream come true, finally getting together with your best friend who you’ve been pining over for years. Jace is the epitome of what a good boyfriend should be. He’s loving, he’s funny, always moving you to the side of the curb away from the street, always ready to feed you, always there with open arms and that sweet smile of his.

Today, however, he seems slightly off. You can’t put your finger on it, but this isn’t the usual cheerful golden retriever boyfriend you’re used to. The two of you sit at your usual lunch table between your classes, Jace’s best friend Cregan and his sister, Sara, sitting opposite you. Jace has been abnormally quiet today, choosing to bury his face in your neck, nipping at your skin, whispering how he wants to get you alone, to go back to your dorm and spend time with you.

“Baby, I have another lecture,” you shake your head, “I can’t.”

You go back to your conversation with Sara, but are surprised when Jace lets out a low growl of frustration. You’ve only ever heard your boyfriend growl when he’s in his wolf form, but hearing it when he’s human is surprisingly hot. You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow.

“Jace.”

“Babe.”

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek before returning to your conversation. Jace lets out an annoyed huff, pulling you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist as he continues mouthing at your neck. You’ve never seen him this fucking needy, and truthfully, it’s kind of turning you on. You feel his hands squeezing at your waist under the fabric of your hoodie before settling on your hips. You do your best not to let your voice waver as you continue chatting with Cregan about the newest episode of “Wheel of Time”, but it’s fucking hard.

And speaking of fucking hard…

“I fuckin’ need you right now,” Jace whispers, his breath hot against your skin, “Fuck, need you so fuckin’ bad. So hard for you, babe, can you feel me?”

Of course you can. You can feel Jace pressing up against your ass, and you even shift slightly as you sit in his lap, smirking to yourself at the little whimper he lets out. Cregan and Sara soon head off to their classes, leaving you alone with your boyfriend as the quad slowly empties out. You turn to face him, arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re acting so needy today, baby, what’s wrong?” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe, “You want me to ditch my last lecture-”

Jace looks at you, eyes going wide, his entire body shaking, "Babe, you have to get out of here right fucking now."

"Jace, what is it?" you ask, resting a hand on your boyfriend's forehead, "Oh my gods, you're burning up! Jace?"

"It's my rut," he breathes raggedly, "I... It's here early. I... Fuck, why do you smell so fuckin' good?"

You lean in close to your boyfriend, pressing your lips to his jaw, "Let me help you through it, baby."

Jace shakes his head, pulling himself away from you, “I could hurt you. I… No. You need to go. You need to get far away from me.”

“Jacey,” you say softly, taking his face in your hands, watching how his pupils dilate at your touch, the way he nuzzles himself against your palm being so very endearing to you, “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m your girlfriend. It’s my job to help you through this. And I know you would never hurt me.”

Jace scrunches his eyes shut, jaw clenched, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face, causing his gorgeous brown curls to cling to his forehead. You brush them out of his eyes, resting your forehead against his, hearing how Jace’s breathing grows more erratic at that tiny touch. Within moments, you’re off your feet and tossed over your boyfriend’s shoulder as he races back to his dorm. Not for the first time, you’re thankful for the enhanced strength he has as a result of being a werewolf, because you absolutely fucking love it when he uses it like this.

By the time you reach your dorm, you think your boyfriend is about to combust. His entire body is warm to the touch as he lays you down on your bed, all but tearing his clothes from his body. He tries to take a calming breath, grabbing onto the chair of your desk, though all that happens are his claws extend and he ends up ripping the poor thing. You bite down hard on your lip, trying to hide how much his aggression is getting you worked up, but the minute Jace turns to face you again, you know there’s no point trying to hide it from him. A little smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he crawls over you, hands making quick work of your dress.

“Smell so fuckin’ good, babe. Bet you taste good too. So sweet like you always do.”

“Fuck, Jace,” you moan as he buries his face between your thighs, hands grasping at your supple flesh, spreading you open as he tastes you, “Fuck, fuck…”

He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit as he tastes you. Jace moans against you, the vibration from the noise adding another dimension to the pleasure he’s already giving you. Your hands move to thread through his curls, tugging on them, loving the little noise he lets out when you do. He moves his tongue against your sensitive pearl, letting go of one of your thighs to fuck you with his fingers, no doubt preparing you to take his cock next. Your boyfriend is incredibly well-endowed, so he always makes sure to prepare you properly every time he takes you.

You throw your head back and cry out his name, fingers twisting in his hair as you buck your hips against his face, feeling the way his lips wrap around your swollen bud, his fingers brushing against that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your entire body tightens, trembling slightly as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. And when he does and you spill yourself on his tongue, he just keeps going.

“Jace, it’s too much,” you moan, trying to squirm away from him, but he just grabs your hips and pulls you back to him, lapping at your folds with renewed vigor.

“Need to taste you,” he mumbles, “Please, babe, I need this so bad… Want to taste your sweet little pussy again, I’m begging you…”

You grasp at the sheets, your hips rolling against him as he continues at his task, his tongue delving deep inside you, devouring you. He finally gives you some respite after you come again on his tongue, pulling back, to give his cock a quick tug, wanting to waste no time in taking you. He rolls you onto your stomach, giving your ass a firm slap, letting out a low groan at the way your flesh jiggles at the impact. He gives you another slap before grabbing you by the hips and sinking his cock inside you, throwing his head back in delight at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him.

“Jace…” you moan, grabbing your pillow, burying your face in it.

He moves to hold your hands as he begins pounding into you from behind, his cock filling you up to the brim with every thrust. His movements aren’t as practiced as usual. He’s frenzied and almost feral, chasing his high, chasing the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. His fingers intertwine with yours, his face buried in your neck as he breathes your scent. Every inch of him is screaming at him to breed you, to fill you up with his cum, to watch you grow round with his pups.

“Can I cum inside you?” Jace murmurs in your ear, “Please? Want to fill you up, babe. Will you let me?”

You nod wordlessly, feeling his hips stutter against yours, knowing he must be close, “Yeah, baby, I want you to.”

Your words are enough to set him off and he spills himself deep inside of you with a loud moan of your name, his knot inflating to make sure not a single drop goes to waste, your own climax following soon after. The two of you collapse onto the bed in a sweaty, spent heap, Jace’s chest to your back as he holds you, running a hand through your hair, murmuring how much he loves you, how perfect you were, thanking you for helping him through his rut.

“How long does a rut usually last?” you ask curiously, resting your hand over his, smiling as he nuzzles his nose in your neck, his curls tickling your bare skin.

“Bout a week,” he pauses, “Why?”

You giggle, “I can’t wait to help you for the rest of it.”

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phasepandemonium · 1 year

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#jace #vraska #jace beleren #mtg

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eslanes · 2 months

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I found myself at the entrance, of what I didn't know. Pushing the heavy door open, I quickly realized I'd interrupted a funeral service.

"You're here! I'm so happy to see you!"

He pulled me into a tight embrace before my brain could decipher what my eyes were seeing.

"V-Victor?"

"You're just in time," he smiled, "it won't be long now."

"For what?"

He didn't answer, but instead motioned for me to go to the back of the church.

Overwhelming dread grew with each step I took.

Once close enough, I hesitated to look inside the casket, already knowing who would be laying there.

"Does it hurt?"

"It'll be over before you know it, I promise."

"…Will you stay with me?"

"Of course."

I turned back to look at him.

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missagonyy · 15 days

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Sketches from Xena: Princess Warrior

Ted Raimi did such a fantastic job playing Jace and Jett. It’s sad we didn’t get more development on them.

If you look closely, you can see Jett’s outfit is actually very elaborate. Look at the insane detail on that leather! I don’t think Ares even owned anything that hardcore.

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Maroon | Jacaerys X Reader

A/N: Y'all, this is some angsty passionate stuff so just prepare yourselves. Thanks again for all the support on the last post, "Lavender Haze"!

Warnings: major angst, implications of 😏 (aged up to 18), major fluff, loveless/arranged marriage, reader has a child

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You lay on Jacaerys plush velvet bed, propped up on your elbows as you watched him hastily button his tunic.

'Cause we lost track of time again

A dreamy smile on your face, you shook your head, "Running late, your highness?"

He shot you a look, raising a brow, "Got a little distracted."

"Did you?" You smirked, suppressing a laugh.

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

With a sigh, he shook his head, his efforts to hide the growing smile on his face failing, "Blame it on the wine, love."

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

"The wine you drank or the wine you spilled down the front of my gown?"

He shrugged, meeting your gaze, "A little bit of both, I suppose."

"Such a gentleman, aren't you? Offering to get me a change of clothes."

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you lifted your feet, allowing him space, before placing them in his lap.

Holding a hand to his heart, Jacaerys pretended to be touched, "Out of concern. And you did get a change of clothes."

A laugh escaped your lips, and your eyes dropped to your body, then back up to him, "Your highness, I'm not sure I'd call your bedsheets a change of clothes."

"I'd say it was an upgrade. Not that you didn't look beautiful in your gown, but I liked the change."

The one I was dancin' with

"I was quite enjoying our dance."

The mark you saw on my collarbone,

He nodded, "As was I. But I quite enjoyed our dance later on in the evening, too. And judging by the marks on your collarbone, you did, too."

Sitting up, you swat the side of his arm, a grin plastered on your face, "Jacaerys Velaryon! Is that how you speak to all of the ladies you court?"

He leaned into you, his lips just barely brushing against yours, "You're the only lady I court."

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Smiling against his lips, you leaned into his embrace. You fell back down onto the bed as his lips moved against yours, one hand settling by your waist while the other tangled in your hair.

Suddenly, you pulled away, gently pushing him back, "The sun will rise soon, Jacaerys. I don't want either of us to be on the receiving end of Cregan's wrath if finds us."

Bowing his head, he nods, sliding off of you, "I better be going."

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

It was silent for a moment, both of your eyes wandering the room.

"Would you like to go for a stroll in the garden—when I return from Driftmark?"

You hugged the sheets around your body, "I would love nothing more."

Nodding, he took a few steps back towards the door, "I'll see you then, my love."

"I'll be waiting." You trailed off as he left the room.

Aside from the state you were in, it was as if he left without a trace.

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Looked up at the sky and it was

The next morning, you were up before your maid's could even enter the room, a smile spread across your face as you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You were interrupted by a knock on your door, which opened slowly moments later.

"Sister, are you awake?" A voice called out. Your brother's voice.

Clearing your throat, you respond, "Yes, Cregan."

Closing the doors behind him, he clasped his hands behind his back, "I have some fortunate news for you, my dear sister."

Sitting up straight, you tilt your head, "What is it?"

"I've accepted a marriage proposal for you."

Your heart skipped a beat. Had Jacaerys put in an offer for your hand already?

"That fast? Why, it was only yesterday evening that I—"

But your brother cut you off, "Lord Baratheon said that he couldn't ignore your beauty. He said you'd make an excellent wife."

And I lost you

Your shoulders dropped, "Lord Baratheon?"

"We're you expecting someone else?"

Trying to conceal the events of last night, you shook your head, "Must I be wed to him, Cregan? Can't I wait just a bit longer. I'm only eighteen."

"Our mother was already married and with her second child by the time she was your age, Y/N. It's past time. This may be your only chance."

"Please, Cregan," You begged, rising from your bed, taking his hands in yours, "I'm begging you to reconsider. I'll find another husband, I promise. Please."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I've already accepted the proposal."

Your eyes began to burn with tears, "Say that you've changed your mind. Please, Cregan, I want to be happy."

He shook his head, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "Happiness isn't everything, my dear sister. Duty comes first. I'll leave you to your thoughts."

Exiting your room, Cregan shut the door softly behind him, leaving you in shambles.

How'd we end up on the floor anyway? You say

Falling to your knees, you wrapped your arms around your chest, unable to control the sobs that wracked through your body.

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Cregan strode into Driftmark nearly a month later, his head held high.

Like you were my closest friend

"Cregan!" Jacaerys called out, smiling as he walked towards him, patting him on the shoulder, "How are you, dear friend?"

The Lord smiled, "I couldn't be happier, my prince. My sister was wed to Lord Baratheon a fortnight ago."

"I didn't think Elizabeth was old enough to marry."

"Lizza? Heavens no, she's only ten and one. I'm speaking of Y/N."

Jacaerys felt his heart sink, "Y/N? She's married?"

"Don't look so shocked, my friend. She's a beautiful girl, it was only a matter of time before she got a proposal."

Cregan continued, "She put up quite the argument, but I believe she'll find happiness with him eventually."

Bracing himself on a wooden table beside him, Jacaerys bowed his head, uneasy.

"Is everything alright, my prince?"

He shook his head, "Cregan, I was going to propose marriage to your sister when I returned from Driftmark."

Cregan paused, "You what?"

"The ball, Cregan. We danced the whole night."

"I didn't realize you were courting my sister."

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

Jacaerys shook his head, "There's nothing I can do, is there?"

"I'm sorry, my prince."

Making his way to the door, he called out behind him, "Excuse me, Lord Cregan."

Sobbin' with your head in your hands

The moment he entered his chambers, he came undone, sobbing into his hands.

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Two Years Later

And I wake with your memory over me

You sat in your chambers, rocking your son in your arms as you stared out the window, watching as the sun went behind a cloud.

Your son, Lucerys, who you had named after the late prince, gazing up at you.

A small tear trickled down your cheek as you imagined what could have been when your chamber doors swung open, your husband strolling in.

Lord Baratheon planted a kiss on your head, causing you to shudder. But he didn't notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

Looking down at your son, he tilt his head, "He looks like you, doesn't he? The same tone of skin, same hair... But he doesn't have your eyes, does he? He doesn't have mine, either."

Swallowing the bike that rose in your throat, you prayed he wouldn't elaborate further.

"Must be from an ancestor," He sighed, "Maybe the next will favor me more."

"Perhaps," You said nervously.

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

Pulling out a bundle of carnations from behind his back, Lord Baratheon shoved them towards you, a few petals falling off the stems, "For you, my wife."

"Thank you, my Lord," You still couldn't bare calling him your husband, "I've got my hands full at the moment, but you can set them on the table beside my bed."

He nods, setting them down on the table, "I must be off now. There's a hunt this afternoon."

"Have a good time, my Lord."

"I will. I intend to, at least," He said, turning to exit the chamber, but then he remembered something, "I nearly forgot, we'll be having dinner with your brother and the prince."

You froze, "The prince?"

"Prince Jacaerys," He laughs, "Women don't have the best memories, do they? Regardless, put on your best gown for tonight."

You nodded, "Goodbye, my Lord."

He left after that, shutting your chamber doors behind him.

Looking back down at your son, you waited a few moments before rising from your seat, balancing him on your hip and walking to your door.

Opening it, you slipped through, looking both directions before making your way down the bare hallway.

Turning left, you stop in your tracks, your heart pounding.

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You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Sensing someone's eyes on him, Prince Jacaerys slowed his walking, turning his head to see what was behind him.

To his surprise, it was you.

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

You were as beautiful as the day he had left for Driftmark, but you were sad. Your eyes weren't shining as they usually were, and you no longer held your head high.

"Y/N—" He began, taking a step towards you.

That's when the baby in your arms turned to face him, his hair disheveled and his eyes wide. Still missing a few teeth, his smile was endearing.

Jacaerys bowed his head as you adjusted your son in your arms.

Your son began to fuss, suddenly hungry.

Soothing him, you bounced him on your hip, "Hush now, Lucerys, Mum's here."

At hearing his brother's name, Jacaerys closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming, before he met your eyes.

I see you every day now

You gave him the look. The same look you had given him when you told him you'd be waiting. And he gave you the same, gentle smile he had given when he said he'd return.

Moments later, the wetnurse approached you, "My Lady! I've been looking for little Lucerys everywhere! Where have you been? He must be starving!"

"He's starting to get hungry, Gilen," You said.

She sighed, looking up at the prince, "Excuse us, Prince Jacaerys, Lady Y/N is still new to motherhood."

He shook his head, "I think she's an excellent mother."

I feel you no matter what

You nearly cried at his comment, your heart warm again after so long.

Gilen shrugged, "I've seen better. Right this way, my Lady."

Looking back one final time at Jacaerys, you felt your heart break all over again.

Following after Gilen, you turned, little Lucerys now facing the prince.

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Studying his face, Jacaerys drew one conclusion: He had his eyes.

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