so babe. quick question. what is jacaerys top 3 if he had to make one? for boobs ass and thighs. do you have an idea of his top 1/2/3? 👀 i feel like my english doesn't make sense today omg im sorry 😖😓
btw im so in love with your writing you had me giggling and kicking my feet omg. genuinely haven't felt this way for someone's writing in WEEKS
Jace would go from your ✨PERSONALITY✨
Haha kidding! These are my thoughts and I may have gotten into a lot more detail than necessary 👩🏻🦯
Top 1: Definitely boobs!
If you scroll through my fics, I think it becomes pretty obvious: I write him as a boobs guy. He's always got his face buried in them. And honestly? Chest size doesn't matter to him at all. Small, big, whatever you've got, he's happy there. Half the time it isn't even sexual; it's comfort. Jace hides behind humor a lot (in my fics 👩🏻🦯), but he's not always great at putting what he feels into words. Some days it just lands on him all at once that he's Rhaenyra's eldest, that a lot of expectations sit on his shoulders and when he can't make himself say any of it out loud, he just comes to you, presses his face into your chest, and breathes you in until the weight lifts a little.
But in a more nsfw context 👀… yeah. That man would absolutely wreck you. Picture it: both your wrists pinned to the mattress in one of his hands, held there while he works your nipples over with his mouth, teeth, tongue, sucking hard enough to make you arch up off the sheets, dragging little gasps out of you until they're swollen and slick and aching. And riding him? HAHAHA. He's obsessed with watching you bounce, one hand splayed across your chest, thumb rolling over a stiff peak, mouth chasing the other the second you lean close enough. He lives to feel you fall apart on his cock. You WILL walk away with bite marks blooming across your tits, and he'll be smug as hell about every single one lol.
Top 2: Thighs (this was a hard choice 😭)
Now this second one was harder to pick, but I think ultimately it's thighs. I mean, who doesn't love something soft to rest their head on? preferably something that belongs to your girlfriend?? 🥴 Yeah, Jace is in absolute heaven. Out at some restaurant, or just sitting around together at home, his hand always ends up on your thigh. Driving his car? Same thing, palm settled high on your leg, thumb tracing slow, lazy little circles like he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He just needs to be touching you.
But then again, Jace is a pleaser👀. That man can spend actual hours between your legs, in no rush whatsoever, and he treats it like his favorite place in the world, so you best believe your inner thighs stay covered in purples and blues, little bruises sucked into the softest skin. Loves pressing his mouth to a fresh one the next morning just to watch you squirm.
His holy grail, though? When you ride his face. When you finally stop being shy and just sink down over his mouth and let him have it? hands gripping your hips, dragging you down harder, tongue working you open while he groans against you like he's the one getting off. And when you clamp your thighs shut around his head, boxing him in, riding his face while your legs start to shake? That man is GONE. He just doubles down, moaning into you, lapping and sucking at your clit until you're grinding down helplessly and gushing all over his chin. He'll feel every tremor run through your thighs, feel you clench, and it strokes his ego to no end. Honestly he'd let you smother him like that all day. He surfaces soaking wet, lips swollen, grinning up at you like he just won something and reaching for your hips to pull you right back down for round two.
(Was this self indulgent? Yep)
Top 3: Ass
So ass comes in at third and the ONLY reason it isn't higher is Jace himself. He's an absolute ass man, don't get me wrong, but he's also a gentleman about it. Boobs and thighs he can play off as comfort, as sweet, as just wanting to be close to you. But ass? He gets a little shy about how much he actually loves it. He doesn't want to come across as some perv who can't keep his hands to himself, so he holds back and instead settles for the small stuff. A hand drifting to the small of your back and lingering a beat too long. A quiet squeeze when he passes you in the hall that he immediately plays cool about. Pulling you into his lap and settling his hands there like it's totally innocent, even though the tips of his ears go pink. It's the one thing he's almost bashful about wanting.
But also the second he's got you face-down with your hips in his lap, all that gentlemanly composure cracks, hands gripping and spreading you open, a smack that leaves your skin warm and pink, watching himself sink into you like he's finally letting himself have the thing he's been too polite to admit he craves.
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Summary: Jace is suffering from back pain, you offer to help.
Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Tbh this is kinda smut, Jace is a little subby, Kind of mentions of time period sexism??, Potential Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (who is surprised? the answer is no one)
Notes: Hello! I’m so sorry I didn’t post this sooner like I wanted to BUT I am working on many different fics right now for many different ASOIAF characters!! I’ve even begun to draft for my October event so stay tuned!!
This is my first time writing something so suggestive/smutty so please be kind to me!
&& the header is for comedic purpose because… look at him lol
Word Count: 1.3k
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You were curled up on the chaise by the fire with a book in your hands. This was your nightly routine. After shedding your heavy gowns, hair pins, and other jewels you would sit and read while in your thin night shift. You would typically do this until Jacaerys joined you in your shared chambers even though he had told you many times that you need not stay up for him.
You had just finished your chapter when he entered the chambers looking exhausted.
“Long day?” you ask as you close your book, standing up.
He nods, rubbing his neck, “I called for the maids to bring water for a bath.”
You make your way towards him before chuckling, “You need it. You smell like Vermax...”
Smiling, he tilts his head at you, “Yes, I was patrolling today.”
There was a knock on the door and maids filtered into the room with buckets of hot water, quickly making their way to the connected bathing room. They were gone just as quickly as they arrived. Jace never liked or wanted the maids washing him. He was perfectly capable of cleaning himself. Not to mention the fact that you had offered to help him many times after you had been wed, just as he would help you.
You sat beside the tub, taking turns telling each other about your day. You told him of your readings and research in the library, he told you of his conversation with Daemon. Jace did not remain in the bath for long, he never did unless you were bathing together, he didn’t find it relaxing and when the water cooled even the slightest bit he began to complain.
As he got dressed for sleep, you made yourself comfortable on your side of the bed. Jace groaned as he walked across the room, one hand clutching his lower back.
“You sound like an old man,” you say teasingly.
He rolls his eyes, groaning more as he sits on the bed with his back to you, “I feel like one. My back aches and my neck is so stiff…”
You sit up, scooting across the bed until you can rest your hands on his shoulders and your knees are touching his lower back. You tilt your head to look at him, a small frown on your face, “Well my love…”
“Well what?” he turns his head towards you.
“I believe it is from your posture.”
“My…posture?”
“Yes, you stand hunched over and sometimes you walk with your head jutted out.”
He looks offended, “I do no such thing.”
“My love,” you run a hand down his back til you reach the center, “you’re even slouching right now,” you push against his back, forcing him up straight causing his back to curve.
Then you return your hands to his shoulders and pull back slightly, putting him in a more proper sitting position. He looks at you again, only this time he appears shocked, horrified, and also relieved.
“How’d…”
“One of the very first things us ladies learn with our septas is how to stand proper. I don’t believe they teach such things to princes and lords. No, the first thing they teach you is how to swing a blade. Standing straight for me is subconscious but for you… it’s something you need to focus on.”
“You mean to tell me that I have been walking around hunched over my entire life and no one has said a thing?” he asks, exasperated.
“Not many people would dare question a prince… although I will say that Luke seems to stand properly, as well as Joff but he’s still little so that could change! Daemon is… well, sometimes I believe he stands with his shoulders too far back and his chest puffed out.”
Jace sighs, rubbing his temples, “My little brothers stand better than I do? What kind of example am I leading…”
You hum and scoot away from him, back to your side of the bed, “It can also come from stress, you carry a great weight on your shoulders Jace. No jest intended. Your back will likely ache for a while even as you adjust to the new posture… but I know something that will help for now, lay down on the bed.”
He gives you a startled look, his face flushing, “My love I don’t think that would help…”
You gasp, “You’re perverted! No! I meant… lay on your stomach, not on your back!”
“Oh.”
“Mhm.”
He complies, and moves to the center of the bed, resting his head in the crook of his arm. You click your tongue, “Put your arms at your sides.”
Jace does and only then do you move. Slowly, you move to straddle his lower back just above his tailbone. You start up by his shoulders, your hands working at tight muscles near the neck.
He immediately lets out a groan and hides his head in the pillows. You smile to yourself, biting your lip to suppress a giggle.
You hum a song while massaging his back, you can feel the tension leaving his body as you work your magic.
It seems as though he is going to fall asleep, completely relaxed as your hands are getting lower on his back. But that would be too easy. His hips began to rock into the bed, subtly at first and then more obvious, before he lets out a quiet moan.
“Love,” he croaks out, “I’m… sorry,” he hides his face entirely, “wait, please…”
You shush him before whispering, “It is natural Jace,” your hands fall to the bed on either side of the man beneath you as you lean forward til you're laying entirely on top of him, breasts pressed against his back.
“Do you wish for me to continue?” your lips brush his ear and he shivers letting out a noise that sounds like a whimper.
“Hm?” you hum, playfully biting his ear making him shudder, “I can not hear you with your face hidden in the pillows.”
Jace turns his head to look back at you. His eyes are dazed and his cheeks red, “Please…”
You smile, pecking his cheek before leaning back and continuing your work. You can’t help but feel pride every time he moans or groans or whimpers when his hips jerk into the bed. You were just about to stop and offer a proper solution to his current predicament when you felt him tense up harder than before.
“Fuck,” he mumbles your name, “‘m sorry…”
You slip off of his back and onto the cool furs on your side of the bed. He attempts to shimmy down the bed but you shake your head and pull him into your arms. Unable to hide his face between your legs, he hides in your breasts. You run your fingers through his curls, “You’ve made a mess of your trousers,” you tease.
He nips at your skin through your shift and you tug at his hair in response. Jace looks up at you and pouts.
“How does your back feel?” you ask, him being in pain being the main thing on your mind.
“Better, much better.”
“Good, we’ll work more on your posture tomorrow okay? I can begin to remind you if you’d like?”
“Please do,” he mutters, still embarrassed by the situation.
You laugh and pull him back to your chest. Just as you’re about to drift off Jace comes to a sudden, horrifying realization. His voice is muffled due to his face being buried in your breasts, “When I asked you to allow me to court you, to be my wife… I was walking like that? Standing like that?”
You will be provided with gold sufficient for a manse and servants of your own. // I'm sure you'll be much pleased to return to more domestic pursuits.
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