murdocksdaughter

[murdocksdaughter]

devour him, need that wolf man

i need to lick robb stark

[murdocksdaughter]

HIGH KEY, i have no space to write in my google docs, no power, writers block. to my jace fans im so sorry. anyways i will try to get things up and running soon

xx Hope

[murdocksdaughter]

im blushing bad this is so good

SOAKED !

monsterfuckertober day 1

summary: you’ve fallen in love with your local merman but he hasn’t come to visit you in a few days. You think maybe he’s grown tired of you but it seems to be quite the opposite. and who knew mermen have mating seasons?

merman!jacaerys x fem!reader

w.c: 1.3k

c.w: mermaid sex. oral (fem), scales, webbed fingers, heat?, kinda girl perv reader, desperate jace, p in v, not proofread. basically just smut btw

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The sea has become a friend to you. With your head resting against the cold rock, you are out at the shining blue sea expectantly. waiting for him. the water crashes lightly against your bare skin the swimsuit you’re wear leads you to shiver every time theres a light breeze but you don't mind it as your hands shake, he should be here soon.

If someone had asked you a couple months ago if you had thought mermaids were real you would have laughed in there face but here you were. sitting on the wet sand waiting for your own merman to show up. not being a strong swimmer seems to have its pros, as after your family moved out to a beach side property you decided to late a late night dip, making sure not to go too deep but the waves were against you and you were pushed way too far in. he saved you from drowning, the cute brown haired boy with hazel eyes and a big smile.

He told you his name was jacaerys but to just call him jace. A strange name to you but it seems merpeople have a very different culture. Hes not supposed to make friends with humans but he claims he feels a ‘pull’ towards you and cant stay away, confused at the blush that grows on your face at his words.

You like him. A lot. far too much even. Far far too much your hands dip where they shouldn't when you think about him. How would it even work between you two? He certainly doesn't like you as you like him, hes just a friendly merman. His fingers are webbed would they feel strange,,, Does he even have a-

You shake your head quickly cutting off that train of thought as you feel a familiar ache build up in your stomach and you wiggle a little where you sit.

You feel yourself growing more hot and bothered maybe you should just leave. You dont even know if he’ll show he hasnt been here for the last three days. it wasnt like him to miss a meeting without warning, like when he went on that hunting trip with his friends but he made sure to warn you before hand he wouldn't be able to see you. You’ll never forget the sad pout on his face and how his webbed hand gripped your thigh in a parting goodbye before he left. your fingers definitely hurt that night.

maybe you made him up and he was just a figment of your imagination. should you schedule a doctors appointment? When another ten minutes go by and he still doesn't show up you let out a frustrated huff and stand up to leave. suddenly you hear rushing water and whip your head back to look at the familiar tail that peaks out from the water ever so slightly and your eyes widen.

When he appears his face is bright red, a heavy blush set on his face as he takes a deep breath of the air and he shudders. you sit on your knees in front of his as he keeps his eyes closed as if he was afraid to look at him, frowning when he flinched as you try and touch his face. “jace?”

in response he lays face first on your thighs and continues to take a deep breaths taking in your scent. You allow him too, knowing he’ll tell you what happened once he can but you can help but feel embarrassed when he seems like hes taking heavy sniffs of your pussy. you feel like you’re making it up, probably just too turned on but when he readjusts his head to be directly over the thin cloth and lets out a pleased noise along with another deep breath you realize you’re not making it up.

When you grab his face, his face contorts into embarrassment as he tried to pull away but you keep him firmly infront of you. “im sorry im sorry im not myself im so sorry.” You shush him, murmuring that its alright but its hard to take him seriously when it seems like hes even drooling but its hard to tell as he always looks so wet.

His hand comes up to touch your thigh and your breath stalls. His eyes glow in the sun as he maintains his eye contact with you despite the clear red sheen of embarrassment and desire on his face. “im sorry i have not seen you. ive been trying to stay away so this wouldn't happen im so stupid. im sorry.” Hes not telling you something you can tell, he looks down at your lap at you awaiting stare. “it is mating season. And,,, i crave you. i did not want to see you i knew i would act out of line. Forgive me but i rushed over because i could smell you in the air. your scent,” he paused as he takes another deep breath. “i need you.”

He leans heavily into your palm. Pressing a light kiss against your skin, when you don’t answer he continues to pepper your wrist with kisses. The only thing you can think about right now is him. His pupils are blown out, his skin down to his neck is red with a flustered glow, his lips plump eager for you to lay yours on them. “are you sure?” he eager nods at your words, eagerly scooting closer to you the best of his ability, his tail eagerly flapping in the water.

He’s eager to press himself against you when you press your lips against his. Grabbing your hips and dragging you closer to the water so he can scoot closer to the water and press his head comfortably between your thighs. He eagerly licks at you through the think fabric of your bottoms, putting the fabric in his mouth and tightly sucking on it, attempting to drink out every drop he can get. His hands claw at your hips you can feel the scales on his palm rub against your bare hips as they drag down the fabric, he lets out a light groan before he tears at the fabric and dives in.

Your hands get lost in his curls while he eagerly laps at your essence. Its hard to hear the sound of him slurping at your walls over the sounds of the crashing waves but what you can hear and feel his him groaning and moaning against you sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

The grip he has on your thighs is sure to leave a couple bruises but you cant seem to care as he simply continues to open you up wider and drinks up every drop you push out. You must orgasm atleast two or even three times before he finally pulls away from you and drags you further into the way. You’re as far out as you can go in the water while still laying down and he presses himself fully ontop of you. his scales rub against your skin and he eagerly rips at the fabric of your too, wrapping his lios eagerly around your nipples.

Your legs wrap around his waist as your bare dripping cunt rubs against his course scales and he whines in delight. you can feel his scales part and his dick is suddenly rubbing against your folds. its heavy and it throbs against as if it had been waiting for you eagerly. he shoved his lips against you as he slides into you, the stretch burns as hes far bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with but once you settle into it *you’re see stars.*

His lips eagerly dance all over your neck and jaw as your head is thrown back in pleasure, breathy sounds escaping you as you try your best to not be too loud, hips rocking together just as the waves are crashing against the shore.

you hope theres no other creature out there in the big wide ocean because they would certainly be getting a show as you’re laying by the show singing until sundown. or maybe you do.

[murdocksdaughter]

i have been MIA kinda yess but i am out of my home country BUT i’ll be back I PROMISE

[murdocksdaughter]

oh you have to tear me off him

he looks so kissable here

[murdocksdaughter]

category is: your camera roll if you were dating harry

[murdocksdaughter]

i think a lot about how jace would hold his lover’s waist and just kiss their stomach. he adores when you (his lover) loom over him hands tangled in his hair. And his hands find themselves placed firmly on your waist.

if this modern au! jace he’ll push up your shirt follow his hand with his mouth kissing your skin softly. he’ll tell you how beautiful you are and that you like an angel fallen from heaven. especially if you have large poofy hair that just form a halo around your head.

if this regular medieval fantasy world jace then he would i think it would be in bed while you’re dressed in only thin robe. your chest and stomach bare as the robe slip off the shoulder slightly. and kiss up and down your stomach. and obsess over how the the morning sun makes you glow.

think about this quite often

[murdocksdaughter]

IM WRITING A JACE FIC LOOSELY BASED ON DRACULA !!! its spooky season and i need write jace in gothic victorian horror. if anyone wants to beta read it shoot me DM.

xoxo hope

[murdocksdaughter]

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[murdocksdaughter]

harvey specter lovers UNITE!!!

yall don't watch suits

the brainrot is too heavy rn and all I can think about is harvey specter

[murdocksdaughter]

i’ve add an entirely 1k words and the reader and jace still haven’t spoken im crying

writing a jace fic and took 1.6k words for him to even show up. him and the reader weren’t even in the same room man wtf is wrong with me

[murdocksdaughter]

my mouth went dry reading this. i need water, any one got water

Cregan Stark is a man that eats his wife out like it’s his last meal. He wishes to die smothered inside his wife’s sweet cunt and lap at her folds until his last breath. A stern Lord who simply wishes to bring pleasure to his wife at all times, whenever and wherever possible. He didn’t think he’d like it at first, and then he witnessed just how sweetly his girl reacted to his tongue. Her hips rolling against his face, her thighs clenching around his head and she squeezes the life out of him. He’d especially love when he feels the sharp stinging sensation of his hair being pulled. Each tug on the strands pushes him further into her cunt, laving away uncontrollably. For Cregan literally the sloppier and messier the better. Cregan probably gets so lost in the act that even once his wife cums on his tongue he’s still going, only stopping as he feels hands pushing harshly at his skull. He’s made his precious girl so oversensitive that with every exhale of his hot breath, she’s flinching away from his mouth. Cregan just smiles, pleased at his efforts. His wife never complains either, instead, quite the opposite.

[murdocksdaughter]

ITS WHAT I WANT!!!

[murdocksdaughter]

NEVER MIND i just need to have cregan show up and write bromance banter 💃💃

writing a jace fic and took 1.6k words for him to even show up. him and the reader weren’t even in the same room man wtf is wrong with me

[murdocksdaughter]

I've been stuck for like 6 hours on how to move forward with this, my god I suck at writing some times

writing a jace fic and took 1.6k words for him to even show up. him and the reader weren’t even in the same room man wtf is wrong with me

[murdocksdaughter]

OH GOOD GOD. i need to be a bunny NEOW

HARRY HEFNER ???

[murdocksdaughter]

the long run

jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: jacaerys is sinking under the pressure of the war

word count: 627

warnings: hurt/comfort

a/n: this short fic based off this post

Jacaerys knew this was all so useless. In the back of his mind he knew what his mother wanted to achieve was not plausible. To win back the throne with little violence, minimal blood shed. That was like pushing a cart uphill with rock chained to your foot. He spent many nights starting out his window sinking deeper in this endless void of dread. The slip of his belief of his mother tightened the pit in his stomach so tight he would throw up. 

You knew this dread if left unchecked would consume Jacaerys whole. He was one to fall head first and drown in his thoughts. You had to drag him from those shores many times. Too many times. Wrought with worry was his burden to bear and your’s was to tame it. You had become a lighthouse for him. But the clouds surrounding him became thick. 

The two of you sat, nearly back to back but your hands were in a tight grasp. Jacaerys was again in throws concern by his mother’s decision. His eyes burned with tears and his chest ached. He squeezed your hand as he took deep long breaths. You look to Jacaerys squeezing his hand back. Then pressed your forehead on his shoulder. It was a small gesture to tell him you’re here.  He smiles at the feeling, it was small and reflected more of a grimace but it was a smile. 

You could feel the clouds surrounding him thin out. You pressed a kiss on his shoulder, “Would you like me to get you some food? You need to eat something.” You whisper against his clothes. Jacaerys shrugs the sense of disinterest radiating off of him. You frown at him. 

“A little bread? Some tea?” You urge. 

You were met with a wall of silence. As frustrating as he was acting, you couldn’t force him. You continued to rest against his shoulder. Your fingers running along his palm, a reflection of a language only spoken between you two. “Will any of this matter?” Jacaerys mutters out. 

“What?” You sat up leaning forward to see his face. 

“This fight. If my mother wins back her throne will this matter?” He stands up with a deep breath. “If Westeros tears itself apart by the seams by this blood feud, will it matter if she sits the throne? And with the…the dragonseeds…” You furrow your brows at his question but follow his actions. 

You put your hand on his bicep, you understood him now. This anxiety was not just of the safety of his mother and the security of his mother’s claim. It was his standing, his claim that has him tied in knots. You move in front of him to grab his face. Tears now glassing over his eyes. 

“What am I after this?” he whispers. You shake your head and pull his face down to meet yours, forehead pressing against each other. “Another war will break out with me on the throne, I know it.”  

“You’re wrong. You are her heir. The Heir. They will accept you because they have to, my love.” Your words brush his cheeks. Jacaerys’ head falls to your shoulder. “But if they don’t, what does my mother get twenty…thirty years of peace?”

You just hold him in your embrace. You didn’t have all the answers for him. You stood there for a few minutes. Jacaerys drew small circles on your side, a smile drew on your lips. Your light was finally shining through. 

“Do you think there are any lemon cakes left?” He whispers. You let out a giggle, pulling away. 

“I’ll go check and I’ll have tea brought up as well.” You kiss his cheek. “It will all be okay in the long run.”