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.