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seethesin · 10 months

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having a one night stand with shane

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, clubbing, fingering, cunnilingus (mdni, 18+)

a/n: don't mind me being 19 years late to this party! i recently finished the l word and goddamn, shane mccutcheon would be a fantastic lay :) hope you enjoy my stream of consciousness headcanon. gif credit

It's Alice that brings the two of you together

She's so tired of you whining over your recent breakup

She can barely get a word in anymore when the two of you hang out

You complain over coffee at the Planet

You bitch when you come over to her apartment

Your constant nagging does not stop for days on end

Finally, she breaks, calling Shane and begging her to come out to the Hit Club to meet you

Alice makes a point to stress that she has a good-looking, recently single friend who simply needs something other than this failed relationship to harp over

Shane, the loyal friend she is, obliges

It's Saturday night and Alice practically drags you out of your one-bedroom to go out with her and Tasha

You can't say no; any reason to support Kit and Helena is enough for you

Even with all your moping, you dress to the nines and go with the duo to the club

The music is good, the drinks are flowing, and finally, a genuine smile is permanently plastered across your face

Shane seems to materialize next to you as soon as you polish down your first drink

Alice is glowing—neither you nor Tasha misses it—as she pulls Shane into a hug before hurrying her over toward you

She rapid fires through introductions, extremely interested in getting you both settled before completely taking off with Tasha

You can't even take the time to appreciate Shane's fitted blazer, dark skinny jeans, long fingers—

Okay, maybe you did have enough time to appreciate her attributes before Alice abandoned you

The thought leaves your head entirely as the gravity of this situation begins to settle

Both you and Shane are left in the middle of the dance floor, stunned as other patrons bounce and bump into you

Shane's the first to recover, offering to buy you a beer which you gladly accept to break the tension

The rest of the night goes without any hiccups

You notice that Shane isn't much of a dancer unless convinced otherwise, and you find yourself taking advantage of that

You sway together and with feigned innocence, you find yourself grinding against her more obviously

Shane seems to get the message and presses you against her chest, allowing your hips to rock against her groin

Her mouth is on your neck and her hands splay across your stomach as the two of you dance

Her touch drives you crazy

From what feels like an amalgamation of all the sexual tension from tonight, the two of you reach the same conclusion at the same time:

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hell yes you do

You find Alice and Tasha on the other side of the club and say your goodbyes

You pretend not to see the couple's sneers as you and Shane leave

Eagerly, you pile into Shane's Jeep so she can take you back home

The two of you are a whirlwind of wet kisses and inquisitive fingers, taking turns stripping and fondling each other

You barely make it to your bedroom, but through sheer willpower alone, the two of you make it to the bedroom

Shane’s fingers are already working on the waistband of your underwear

They’re replaced with two of her fingers sheathed inside of you while the heel of her hand drags circles into your clit

The initial shock of realizing how wet you were for her to jam two fingers into you so easily is replaced with an intense, unwavering pleasure

It continues to build as Shane fucks you and it doesn’t take long for you to forget about your breakup

Perhaps it’s because of how responsive you are, but suddenly she bows her head down, lips ghosting your ear and husks:

“You like that, huh?” while pounding into you

The coil in your stomach snaps and you’re cumming on her hand, babbling that yes, you absolutely love it

Shane lets you ride her fingers as the aftershocks of your orgasm hit

But as soon as you collect yourself, she’s sinking lower, dragging her fingertips down your torso

Her mouth latches onto your pussy: sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of velvety skin she could access

The next wave of orgasms hit sooner than expected, but all you can focus on is canting your hips towards Shane’s mouth

Once you're coherent, you want nothing more than to return the favor

Shane's laughing as she lets you shove her into the mattress, welcoming your curious hands on top of her breasts and your mouth all over her cunt

You feel her thighs clench against your face, holding you steady as you work through her folds

Her fingers are threaded in your hair, yanking you forward as you continue to swirl tight circles on her clit

She lasts a little longer than you and is a little quieter, but she falls apart to her orgasm the same way you did earlier

You kiss once more before hitting the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as you wipe your chin clean

It doesn't take long for Shane to recoup and she wastes no time pulling her clothes on

You follow suit, straightening yourself up before gathering up your outfit pooled on the floor

Before she leaves, she throws you a smirk before saying:

"That was fun; I wouldn't mind doing it again some time"

You agree; you couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel this good

You make sure to let Alice know just how incredible she is the next day for introducing you to Shane

Alice, however, realizes the grave mistake she's made in orchestrating last night

Now, you have someone new to prattle on about: Shane McCutcheon

#the l word #the l word imagine #shane mccutcheon #shane mccutcheon imagine #smut #imagine #headcanon #tlw #tlw fandom #wlw

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OC

Summary: Elyse & Aemond are wed.

Warnings: language, smut at the end of chapter, mentions of blood, losing v-card, f-receiving 🥵

Word count: 4316

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A wedding was surely a sign that the realm was headed toward prosperity. The Dowager Queen Alicent was convinced that three weddings must be a blessing from the Mother and Maiden.

She journeyed to the Sept often to pray for good fortune to all parties involved, as whispers of Septa Alicent spread throughout the Keep.

She did not mind. Alicent found comfort through her prayers. The Sept seemed to be the only place she could think freely, without someone grappling for her attention.

She prayed often for the health and wellness of her children. For the prosperity of the seven kingdoms. For peace throughout the realm.

She often found herself praying for Princess Rhaenyra.

Within the same moon, Baela Targaryen would wed her cousin Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaena Targaryen would wed her cousin Lucerys Velaryon, and Aemond Targaryen would wed Elyse Baratheon.

Alicent sat within the Sept, eyes shut, head bowed in prayer. Her auburn curls obscured her face as her lips moved in silent prayer. The light of several hundred candles cast shadows around the room. Alicent’s hands were laced together, the skin around her nails just starting to heal. She rubbed her finger across the jagged healing skin of her opposite hand.

Tensions were still high between the blacks and the greens. The opponents stood facing each other as though matched against one another on a chess board. Flittering about the realm, waiting for the other to strike first. Alicent had heard rumors of Prince Daemon camping at Harrenhaal, something that would need to be dealt with sooner or later, regardless of Rhaenyra’s answer.

Princess Rhaenyra had complications from her labors and was still contemplating the terms delivered by Otto Hightower, nearly a month prior. Alicent had petitioned for the Princess at court, allowing her all the time she deemed necessary for her health. Another day without an answer was another day without the threat of war. And for now, that was enough.

Alicent thought often of Rhaenyra.

When Rhaenyra departed King’s Landing Alicent urged her to return. Though Rhaenyra had agreed, something had kept her at Dragonstone. Alicent had not received a raven stating why the Princess had been delayed returning.

Perhaps she had misunderstood Rhaenyra’s intentions to return. She tried to disguise her hurt feelings.

Rhaenyra had a habit of breaking Alicent’s heart, whether she understood that was what she was doing so or not.

Alicent reopened her eyes as she ended her prayer. Glancing up at the statue of the Mother, a soft smile danced across her lovely face.

Her second son would be marrying and for that she was grateful. Everything was appearing to be going as planned. Aegon was king, and Rhaenyra would accept the terms the crown provided. She had to accept the terms.

Alicent rose from her knees and turned to leave. She would return to the Sept again asking the gods for their good fortune.

The wedding was a small affair, in the royal Sept.

Helaena had helped Elyse prepare, along with Jeyne and Tasha. Her dark curls had been pulled from her face, some hanging loosely down her back held by a braided crown. Several silver pins adorned her hair, as though stars in the night sky.

The wedding gown was lovely, Elyse had seen it nearly a week prior for a fitting. The color of a shimmering pearl, with Myrish lace designs of a forest at the hem. A lonely doe stood out between the lace pine trees that trailed up towards her waist.

Elyse only wished she had some kin present. She yearned for her mother’s touch, for her father to give her away. Though she was thankful for the Targaryen family she loved, Elyse couldn’t help but feel something missing. It made her happy remembering Aemond’s promise to journey to Storm’s End.

Helaena had kissed both her cheeks, eyes wet with tears as she admired her companion. She now stood next to her mother as the ceremony progressed.

Aegon had escorted Elyse into the Sept, presenting her to his younger brother. Aemond stood, clad in green so dark it could be mistaken for black. His long hair flowed freely down his shoulders.

“You may now cloak the bride, and bring her under your protection,” the Septon announced.

Elyse stiffened as Aegon removed the gold cloak decorated with a black stag. In normal circumstances, her father would be the one to remove her cloak, but Lord Borros was not in attendance at the small affair. The King was the only suitable other option.

Elyse felt suddenly cold without the weight of the cloak and she gazed up at Aemond. The Septon ushered her to turn.

Elyse turned her back towards Aemond kneeling slightly, as he draped the green and gold cloak on her shoulders; the emblem of House Targaryen gleamed proudly on her back. She could feel his hands upon her, lingering a moment before pulling away.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” Elyse spoke softly, “and take you for my lord and husband.”

“With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife,” Aemond said, his eye never leaving Elyse’s face.

“Let it be known that Lady Elyse, of House Baratheon and Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who dare tear them asunder.” the maester finished. Aemond’s eye met Elyse’s gaze.

He placed his hands in hers before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. As he pulled away, a blush crept onto her cheeks.

The feast afterward was small as well, but lively with dancing and merriment. Aemond and Elyse sat together between members of the royal family.

“I only wish Daeron was able to make it,” Helaena lamented, “you know how fond he is of feasts.”

Elyse smiled, taking a sip from the wine in front of her. She had been slowly sipping her wine all evening and had yet to dance, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Daeron is fond of everything,” Aegon told his sister, causing her to frown.

“I do not think he is fond of caterpillars,” Helaena retorted, causing Aegon's eyebrows to raise. Elyse heard Aemond chuckle beside her.

“You see when we were children,” Helaena began before pressing her lips together, “oh never mind.”

“No no, go on,” Aegon said, curiosity written on his face. It was Elyse’s turn to suppress a chuckle.

“Well,” Helaena began, cheeks reddening, “I didn’t know he did not like them, and so I thought he would look lovely with some atop his shoulder. They complimented his outfit greatly.”

Aegon’s mouth dropped open as he laughed.

“Who in this family have you not tormented with your creatures?” he accused, and Helaena laughed.

“She used to make me reach spiders for her in the garden, I assume that counts,” Aemond said, though his smile was kind.

Elyse hummed in agreement before a laugh escaped her lips. She felt warm with the conversation, and the unity she felt with officially joining the family. Elyse caught Helaena’s eye then and the girls smiled at one another.

Elyse did not notice Helaena’s smile falter as she turned to converse with Alicent, who informed her there would be no official wedding ceremony. Elyse felt relief course through her.

“Come,” Aegon said suddenly rising from his chair, “honor your king with a dance, my lady.”

Elyse was not sure how her relationship with Aegon would be from here on out. Though sometimes he was vile, sometimes he was kind. And he was her king after all. She glanced at Aemond before taking Aegon’s hand.

“You honor me, your grace,” she said, as he led her to the dance floor.

Aemond watched every move Aegon made as the dance began, ready to rise from his seat at a moment’s notice.

“Congratulations, brother,” Helaena spoke softly, Elyse and Aegon in her line of sight.

“Thank you, sister,” Aemond murmured.

Helaena looked at him then, a small smile on her face.

“Take care of her,” she told him, causing him to turn. Aemond’s brow furrowed at Helaena’s dreamlike expression.

“Hel?” Aemond said, bringing his hand to hers.

“As storms end, storms begin,” she told him, returning her gaze to the dancefloor.

As the feast wound down, the newlyweds were escorted to their shared apartments. Elyse felt strange about saying goodbye to the chambers she had grown in.

These new apartments seemed almost too grand. A large antechamber opened up to a grand room, with high ceilings. A great fireplace roared with a recently lit fire, casting a warm glow around the room. Towards the rear was an enormous four-poster bed, big enough to comfortably sleep four or five people.

A chaise and some other seating were placed near the fire, along with a table full of bread, cheeses, and fruit. A pitcher of wine accompanied the food, with two goblets waiting to be filled.

Elyse walked around the room, admiring it. She turned to face Aemond, who was watching her carefully, drinking in her flushed expression.

“I once told you, that you would be much happier with Lord Maceon,” he said suddenly, unable to contain himself now that they were in the privacy of their own chambers.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace and the beating of Elyse’s heart. Though she hoped Aemond was unable to hear it from where he stood across the room.

“I remember,” she told him, eyes wide.

Aemond’s face softened. He walked towards her, taking her hands in his. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. Elyse felt her chest warm at the comforting gesture.

“There was truth in that. But I wish to try; to make you happy,” he murmured, eyes downcast.

Elyse tilted her head to the side. Dropping one of his hands she brought her hand to the scarred side of his face. Aemond suppressed a flinch as she pressed her soft hand to his face. Elyse was silent a moment, waiting for him to meet her eyes.

Aemond felt his heart hammering within his chest, but forced himself to look upon her. Her blue eyes were wide, full of adoration.

“I just want you,” Elyse breathed, Aemond’s eye closing at her words. She could feel him leaning into her hand, his resistance shattering.

Elyse felt herself smile at his vulnerability. She had never seen Aemond like this before. He opened his eye as though reading her mind. Aemond had an alarming habit of knowing her thoughts.

He placed a kiss on her hand before walking back to the door. Elyse’s brow furrowed, worried for a moment he was going to leave. He instead moved to throw the lock across the door, before turning back to face her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Aemond asked, a dark look in his eye. Elyse swallowed, anticipation tingling beneath her skin.

Aemond sauntered towards her. Elyse stuck her chin up as he came to face her. He brought his hand up to caress the face of the woman he adored.

“Aren’t I always?” Elyse teased and Aemond tutted.

“Do you know what I’ve been thinking?” Aemond asked, his voice dangerously calm.

Elyse shook her head not trusting her voice.

“About that night after the coronation. How you knew what you wanted from me,” he said, flexing his long fingers for good measure.

“Have you touched yourself before sweet Elyse?”

Elyse's breath hitched in her chest.

“Yes,” she admitted, cheeks darkening.

“Did you think of me?” He asked, violet eye wide.

Elyse said nothing, confirming what he already assumed to be true. Aemonds face broke out in a ravenous grin.

“Turn for me,” he commanded and Elyse obeyed. She could feel Aemond’s hands at the laces of her gown, nimble fingers undoing the restraints of her corset. Not a moment later, the gown pooled to the floor, leaving Elyse in her shift.

Helaena had chosen the shift she wore, smooth silk trimmed with Myish lace. Much fancier than she was used to.

She could feel her breath turning into pants, her face burning red, as she turned to face her husband once more. Elyse chewed her lip, stomach flipping with nerves. It was as though she was on dragonback yet again.

Aemond’s eye never left her face as he sunk to his knees before her.

“Which do you prefer?” He asked, beginning to play with the hem of her silk shift.

“What?” She asked. He had a terrible habit of distracting her. He cocked his head, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on her.

“I simply wish to know if my lady prefers. My fingers or yours?” he asked her.

Elyse felt her lips part with the question, gaze dropping to his long, slender fingers. Her toes curled remembering the feeling of those digits inside of her. Pressing against her most secretive place.

“My lady?” He inquired at her silence.

“Yours. Always yours.” She admitted, face flushed. Aemond hummed in approval.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough, disappearing beneath her skirts. She felt his hands pull down her small clothes, before hitching one of her legs over his shoulder. She wobbled momentarily, regaining her balance with the new position.

Elyse felt the sharp curve of his nose press against her most intimate spot, and inhale deeply. Elyse blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at his action.

“Aemond-” she began, but he only growled.

“Do you have any idea what this does to me?” he purred. Elyse shook her head, forgetting Aemond could not see her. He nipped her inner thigh with his teeth causing her to gasp.

“No” she breathed and she could feel him humming against her.

“I think about this cunt always. For years I’ve dreamt only of this.” Elyse whimpered at his confession, feeling herself growing wetter with his words. Aemond’s fingers dug into the meat of her thighs.

“I am a gentleman. I was forced to restrain myself far too long against your temptation.” He murmured against her.

“I’ve dreamt of you,” she said, through her whimpers. Aemond smiled beneath her skirts. “Always of you…oh!” Aemond licked her then, from the bottom of her slit to the top, his tongue exploring every inch of her. His lips circled her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive pearl.

“Aemond…oh gods,” Elyse moaned as he thrust his tongue up inside her. He brought a hand to her buttock, spanking it harshly. Elyse yelped at the smack before his hand squeezed relief into her cheek.

“My prince,” Elyse corrected feeling the warmth spread through her at the memory.

There are no gods here, only me.

Only him beneath her skirts. Only his tongue, gods that tongue that curled into her in a way that made her forget all sense of dignity as she cried out continuously.

Elyse felt the hand on her buttock push her more into his face. She worried momentarily about how Aemond was supposed to breathe with her so entangled around his head, but the thought left her mind as the pleasure built within her.

Her release began to build, a wave creating over her ready to crash against the shore. She cried out as his tongue thrust into her, probing the spot he discovered that first night together. The spot Aemond knew could have her sobbing his name.

“Aemond!” She cried and he nearly came himself at the sound of his name bubbling from her lips, in a pleasurable cry.

He removed himself from beneath her skirts, letting her hooked leg slide down to the floor.

“Bed,” he commanded and Elyse eagerly obliged. Aemond discarded his boots before climbing on top of her, ridding Elyse of her shift. Naked as her nameday, gooseflesh began to blossom on her flesh in the cool air.

Elyse’s hands found the hem of his shirt and he assisted her in ridding it from his body. Elyse felt her eyes widen as she admired the smooth planes of his chest, the muscles that roped his arms. She brought her hands to the waistband of his trousers, and though they shook with nervous excitement, she was able to undo the ties.

Aemond’s cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach causing Elyse’s lips to part. She wet her lips then, looking up at Aemond for instructions on what to do next.

A groan escaped Aemond as he latched his mouth to her breast. Elyse squealed with delight as he circled her nipple with his tongue. He lavished the sizable mound with hot licks of his tongue, nipping the sensitive skin with his teeth sure to leave her chest littered with lovebites. Leaving a trail of kisses on her breastbone he made his way to her other breast to give it the same attention.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her, “you have no idea how long I have wanted this.”

“Aemond,” Elyse cried, as her thighs clenched together. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she ached to sheath him inside of her. Aemond simply hummed against her, content with taking his time, as she ran her hand over his silky hair reaching the strap of his eyepatch. Aemond froze then, every muscle in his body at attention. Elyse noticed his shoulders tense.

“Let me see you,” she begged. Aemond’s violet eye met hers before giving Elyse a curt nod.

Gently, Elyse removed the strap revealing the sapphire underneath. Aemond kept his eye locked on her, reading her reaction. Though he felt his shame course through him, he refused to look away. Elyse traced her fingers over the scar, before feeling the cold gem.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Aemond kissed her, long and hard, using the hand that did not hold him above her to move her thighs apart. Elyse was slick and dripping from her earlier release and his continued attention, as she felt him press against her center.

“This may hurt, only briefly,” he warned between kisses and she nodded, pressing her forehead to his.

“It’s alright,” she told him. Elyse was ready to become a woman. To truly become Aemond’s wife.

Aemond slowly pushed his length into her, the stretch causing her mouth to fall open. There was a moment of sharp pain causing her to whimper as Aemond split her in two. Aemond brought his mouth to her neck, meaning to distract her from the pain with the pleasure she enjoyed.

He pressed into her slowly, stretching her out, until he bottomed out in her cunt. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of her tight, wet, heat pulsating around him.

Elyse dug her fingernails into his shoulders leaving crescent-shaped marks. There was a moment of fire deep within her womb as their bodies fully connected for the first time.

Aemond allowed her a moment to adjust, before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward sending a wave of pleasure through Elyse's body. She dug her nails harder into his shoulder, gritting her teeth together at the enticing sensation of pleasure and pain.

Aemond brought his hands around Elyse’s head as he plunged himself into her, their bodies flush against one another. Elyse wrapped her legs around his waist desperate to aid him in his passionate thrusts, as the pain ebbed completely. Elyse moaned beneath him as he placed a kiss on her jaw.

“Aemond,” she whined and the prince smiled into her.

Aemond swore he could live off of Elyse’s moans and nothing more.

“Yes, my sweet girl?” he purred, causing Elyse to whimper.

Elyse felt her pleasure creeping up her back once more, the pressure in her abdomen twisting and turning, wound so incredibly tight. A dam soon to burst open.

Tears leaked from her eyes as Aemond continued his even, long thrusts into her. His teeth scraped her neck and she dug her fingers deeper into his shoulders.

“Please,” she begged and Aemond’s cock twitched within her. How Aemond adored when she begged.

“Fuck,” Aemond moaned into her shoulder and he pounded into her, his strokes slow and relentless. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.”

Elyse could only moan in response as Aemond pulled her pleasure from her. As Aemond stared into her eyes Elyse felt an immense pressure well in her chest. Aemond grinned at her expression.

“Does this feel good?” he crooned, as she whimpered below him. His voice sent a wave of pleasure rippling down her spine.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Elyse’s walls began to flutter as the peak of her pleasure washed over her. As Aemond felt her cunt clamp around him his thrusts became sloppier as found his own release, emptying his seed into her warm cunt.

He stayed seated within her as her cunt milked him for all he was worth. He swore that it was paradise, the feeling of Elyse’s silky walls constructing around him. The two lay together still conjoined, pants turning back into slow breaths.

As he pulled himself from her warm sheath, he watched as their mingled releases spilled from her opening. The blood of her maidenhead pooled on the sheets below her.

Elyse tangled her fingers in his hair as he lay beside her, feeling suddenly very tired.

Aemond allowed himself a moment, basking in the post-coital haze, placing kisses on every inch of skin his lips could reach, before he rose from the bed. He placed his arms under Elyse, lifting her from the bed with several furs.

“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily, as he laid her on the chaise.

“My lady wife shall not sleep on bloodied sheets,” he told her as he tore the sheets from the marriage bed. Elyse had wondered whether or not she would bleed, she had enjoyed riding horses throughout the years of her youth.

Elyse sat up and watched him, the dull ache between her legs reminded her that she had become a woman. A wife. Aemond’s wife. She smiled softly as he discarded the sheets.

Aemond turned to her and Elyse’s lips parted with her gasp. He was so beautiful; lean, taught muscles everywhere, long silver hair, and sharp features. And that blue sapphire eye of his that sparkled in the candlelight, as though winking at her.

Elyse let herself admire him, even as her face flushed while he watched her.

Aemond felt himself growing hard again as she gazed at him, her eyes falling toward his waist.

A hungry look clouded his eyes and Elyse smiled coyly at him.

“My prince?” she asked him, as he prowled over to her.

“Fuck the sheets,” he murmured capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Fuck the bed,” he breathed between his kisses, hands gripping her thighs pulling her towards him once more.

After several rounds of lovemaking, Elyse lay draped over Aemond’s chest, her fingers entangled in his strands of silver hair. She could feel the tips of his fingers tracing shapes on her upper arms.

The sky was a startling shade of violet, golden light beginning to bathe the room. Though her mind was foggy with the pleasure she experienced, a question played in her mind.

“Why a sapphire?” she murmured, feeling Aemond’s head turn at the sound of her voice. She looked up at him between her lashes.

“Why do you ask?” he said, in a voice rough from the late hour.

“I once heard it was a ruby,” she told him, causing him to chuckle at the gossip. Elyse smiled at his amused expression.

“Why not an amethyst?” she questioned, fingers dancing over his pectoral muscle, watching as it flexed beneath her touch. She wondered why he had not chosen the gemstone that matched his eye. Aemond hummed at her question.

“I’m rather fond of this shade of blue,” he told her, before rolling until he was atop her again, nudging apart her thighs. Elyse let out a soft whine; she could feel his hardness pressing at her entrance, desperate to be buried within her again. She happily obliged.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it 💚

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junipercastor · 1 year

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Ooh that s5 Twist tho.. Well. I'm a Jenny x shane truther 🤞 And also tibette lover. Ugh they're so tender and loving I hope they die 😒 (In each others arms) Umm who else do i like? Not Tasha and Alice. But i love them separately 😊 Alice needs a silly girl and Tasha needs a responsible girl . Luckily im both of those things in varying measures. They should hit me up ! I need to make a tier list of my faves but it would vary by season

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riveramorylunar · 2 years

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The Purple Haired Beauty

Chapter 2 of Diamond Ridge University

Pairings: Nemuri x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Just Nemuri flirting with Reader 👀

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling Girl & Cutie

Word Count: 1,213

Y/N's Pov:

I woke up the next morning when a blinding light had shown through the window. "Rise n shine rommie" I heard a cheerful voice say and I just groaned before putting a pillow over my head. "Come on you don't want to be late for your first lecture of the day" the cheery voice said and I huffed before sitting up. I looked up to see a girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes.

"Come on" she said and I got up off my bed before going into the bathroom.

As I walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower and getting ready I saw the girl sitting on her bed while texting on her phone. "I never got your name" I said and she looked up before blushing. "Right uh it's Stella it's nice to finally meet you" she said before standing up. "It's finally nice to meet you too" I said smiling and she smiled back. We walked out of our dorm room heading to the elevator.

We arrived at the main building where all the lectures were. "Y/N" I heard Peter shout and I looked up to see him and Alice walking over. We walked into the building together as we talked.

"NEMURI'S BACK" I heard someone shout as I was in the cafeteria with Stella, Peter & Alice. The whole cafeteria went silent as I looked up from where I was sitting and saw the most beautiful woman in the world walking into the cafeteria. She had the most beautiful long dark purple hair and sky blue eyes. She had a navy blue blazer resting on her shoulders while she pushed her rimless glasses up. As she was walking towards the counter we locked eyes and she smiled before walking over to my table. She leaned against the table with her hands flat against it.

"Well hello cutie what's your name" she said making my face flush. "Shouldn't you be with your friends" I heard Stella say and I looked over at her to see her glaring at the purple haired beauty. Nemuri just ignored her and just kept looking at me. "So you're the new girl Tasha and Mack were right when they said you were cute" she said before chuckling. She leaned closer to me before placing her pointer finger under my chin while her thumb was just below my bottom lip. She pulled me closer to her and our faces were only centimeters apart. I felt her breath against my lips and I gulped before looking down at them. Her lips were stained a dark red color. I looked back up to see her glint with mischief causing my face to flush again. She leaned even closer to me and I felt her breath against my ear. "You're cute when you're flustered I'll see you later cutie" she rasped out before pulling away completely. She winked before walking away.

"What a total bitch" I heard Stella huff out and I looked at her. "She's hot though am I right Y/N" I heard Peter say and my eyes widened in shock. "I- I have to go" I stuttered out before standing up and rushing out of the cafeteria as I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

I didn't realize I had walked off campus until I heard her voice. "I finally found you I've been looking for a whole hour" I heard her say. I turned around and gasped when her face was directly in front of mine. I backed up a little and she leaned back as she shoved her hands into her pockets. "Wait did you just say an hour" I said shocked as I looked at her. She nodded before tilting her head a bit. "You're not on campus either that's probably why your friends couldn't find you" she said stepping closer to me but I took a step back. She raised her eyebrow before smirking as she slowly started walking me back. My back hit the wall and I looked up at her as she pinned me against it. She caged me in between her and the wall. She grabbed one of my hands with hers, bringing it up to her lips before kissing each knuckle.

"I didn't have the chance to ask you this but would you like to come to a party I'll be hosting this weekend at my sorority house" she said interlocking our hands together. "Peter and the other two told me to stay away from you guys" I said, removing my hand from hers. I put both of my hands behind my back as I just looked up at her. She dropped her hand to her side and just looked down at me. There was a cold breeze and I shivered before wrapping my arms around myself. She stepped back before shrugging off her blazer and holding it out for me. "I- I can't take it" I said and she just rolled her eyes before shoving it into my arms. "You don't always have to listen to your friends you know, you can do whatever you want to do so think about my request alright" she said and I stayed quiet for a minute or two. "Alright " I said and she smiled before walking away. I looked down at her blazer that was in my hands before bringing it up to my face. I got a whiff of Lavender and what seemed to be oak wood. I decided to put it on when another cold breeze hit me. The sleeves were long on me going right past my hands but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was that it was warm and surprisingly comfy.

I walked back to campus and spotted my friends with a green haired boy. "Hey guys" I said and they all immediately stopped talking before turning around. "Where the hell we-" Peter was cut off by the green haired boy. "Are you wearing Nemuri's blazer" he said and I looked away before rocking back on my heels. "N-no" I said as I continued to look away. I spotted Nemuri talking to a group of other women to distracted that I didn't hear Stella shouting. I was shaken out of my trance and I looked over to see Alice giving me a questioning look. "So it is hers" Alice said and I just looked at her. I looked at the green haired boy "who are you " I said and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh uh I'm Izuku Midoriya but most people call me Deku" he said and I was about to shake his hand when Peter shooed my hand away. "Don't change the subject Y/N you need to stay away from her" he said and I huffed before folding my arms. "Well that's going to be hard since she invited me to a sorority party and I'm thinking about going" I said and I heard the four of them gasp. "What the hell you can't go Y/N you can't go" Stella said and I just looked at her. "Well you're not the boss of me so I'm going, end of the discussion" I said before walking off as I heard them calling after me.

"Who the hell do they think they are" I scoffed out as I walked back into the building. "It's just a college party" I said as I walked through the halls towards my next lecture of the day.

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