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DARTH MAUL STAR WARS Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999)

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Robert Wun Spring 2024 Haute Couture

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A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.”  Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?”  Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure. 

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. 

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.  

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it. 

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.” 

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.  

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away.  “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness.  You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it. 

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh.  “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?”  With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping. 

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.”  “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside. 

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him. 

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.” 

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick. 

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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Return (Rey x Ben)

Summary: After his death, Rey longs for the touch of her other half. That is until he comes to her and gives her hope that maybe…..just maybe he's actually alive.

Words: 4195 Warnings: PIV, Virgin Rey, First time sex. Author's Note: Hi everyone this is my first official Reylo writing. I've always enjoyed reading Reylo but never felt confident enough to write it. That is until an artist by the name of Claire (theriseofswolo on twitter) created a beautiful drawing of Rey and Ben that sparked my creativity to the point that I knew I had to write this. I hope you enjoy reading this!

“Rey…..”

Someone is calling her name. But she doesn’t feel like answering. “Rey?”

She groans, irritated that someone would try and disturb her sleep. “Can you hear me?”No. Well technically she could, but she didn’t want to. All she wants is to stay curled up in her bed. She had been restless for hours, like every other night. No amount of tossing and turning could bring her comfort. So now that the blissful oblivion that is sleep finally has finally taken her, she doesn’t like being bothered. This has been her life since settling on Tatooine. She’s able to keep herself busy during the day, but at night? That’s when loneliness creeps in. Slowly and inconspicuously, like a spider crawling along its web. “Rey, are you there?”

She had already said ‘No’. Because waking up now would mean another night awake with a pain reminiscent of her heart being chipped away at. Piece by piece until there’s nothing but an empty hole. She whimpers at the memory. Not wanting to experience that type of pain ever again. But this is her life now. This is what it feels like without her dyad…her other half. Without Ben. “Sweetheart, I need you to hear me.”

Her eyes flutter open then because no one has ever called her that before, and the only person who she’s imagined calling her that is— “Ben?” She turns over and finds him kneeling beside her.

But she is no longer in her bed and they aren’t in her bedroom. Around them is nothing but darkness. Except…it’s not the type of bleak darkness. There’s a glow…a warmth. As if the moon is bathing them in her light. But there is no moon or sky for that matter. In fact, there isn’t even a floor. Ripples of light fan out from where Ben crouches, giving the appearance that he’s sitting atop a pool of water. That’s when she notices that he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “I’m dreaming,” she states, because this wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen him in dreams.

Like her own personal tormentor, her mind has a nasty habit of conjuring him when she’s at her most vulnerable. The sound of his voice, a flash of him from the corner of her eye, or fantasies where his life force hadn’t faded away on Exegol. But Ben shakes his head, looking far too beautiful for someone who had died bloody and bruised. “It’s not a dream, Rey. It…It feels like how it used to. When the Force would connect us.”

She slowly sits up, moving a fraction of an inch closer, and notices how he shifts to close his legs a bit more for modesty. He suddenly seems painfully aware of his nudity, but Rey is too entranced with the feeling of simply being here with him. He’s right. This feels like when the Force started bringing them together while she was on Luke’s island. Except, now they’ve been through so much–both together and separately. “But how is that possible? I watched you die…I felt it.” She grabs the front of her shirt, right above her heart, sounding pained. But before Ben can respond, her eyes shift back to his. “Are…are you real?” His brows furrow slightly, and he looks down at his hand as if to study it. “I suppose…” If he wanted to say more, she doesn’t give him the chance, because she’s throwing herself into his arms. There’s only one way to find out, and this is it. She buries herself into his chest—finding him solid and warm. His arms come around her, holding her steady as he plants his foot to keep them from toppling over. A strangled sob leaves her. “I can touch you! You’re here.” She cups the side of his face, threading her fingers through his hair. They brush against his ear, his—as she just found out—adorably large ear. Tears blur her vision. “You’re really here.” Realization crashes over them and quickly turns into emotions. Raw, powerful emotions that have them both groping at one another. Her hands grip his face and shoulders, while his own cradle the back of her head and spine. “I feel you,” he gasps, his own eyes starting to water. “Stars, I can really feel you.” And then they’re kissing so hard that their tears begin to mingle, but neither of them cares. Not when they feel undeniably whole. All the jagged pieces within them soften and dull until they slip together like puzzle pieces. Everything feels right. No more sadness. No more pain. No more longing. It’s just them. The way it was always meant to be, even before they knew one another’s names. Rey isn’t sure how, but somehow in the midst of their kissing, they had shifted. She’s lying on her back now, with him leaning over her to the point that she’s trapped beneath him. She can feel every inch of his muscular frame pressed against hers, but it isn’t enough…she needs more. 

Pulling at his broad shoulders, she coaxes him to rest his full weight on her. He hesitates and she huffs, tugging firmer until he gives in. There can be no separation between them. Not now or ever again. She wouldn’t go back to the numbing bleakness that she’d been living in since defeating Palpatine. Their mouths slant over one another's, deepening the kiss. She feels the tip of his tongue glide along her bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out. He answers her moan with one of his own, except it’s deeper and hungrier. It makes her shiver and her hips involuntarily buck. That’s when she feels something hard pulse against her thigh. Her eyes dart downwards and catch a glimpse of his member. It’s long and thick with trimmed black curls at the base. And though Rey has never seen one up close…or really at all. She’s overheard Poe enough times to know that when a man hardens like that, it’s because he wants to have sex. 

Ben Solo wants to have sex with her.  Her heart pounds in her breastbone like the steady beat of a drum. She knows she wants this because there’s no one else she feels she’s meant to be with. However, that doesn’t rid her of her anxieties. 

She needs to tell him that this is her first time or else she risks making a fool of herself. She doesn’t want that. She wants her first time to be perfect. He’s still kissing her, lost in tasting her mouth with his tongue. She can already feel a wetness pooling between her legs at the skillful way he moves his tongue. It’s near impossible to break away but she knows she has to. 

“B-Ben,” she tries to hide the tremble of her words and her blush-stained cheeks. “I’ve…never done this before.” “Do you want to stop?” he asks immediately. “No!” she shouts back, effectively shutting him up. Embarrassed, she clears her throat and lowers her voice. “I don’t want to stop. I want to be close to you…As close as I possibly can be.” His dark eyes seem to soften as a small smile tugs at his mouth. “I want that too, more than anything.”  She tries to not let her inexperience show, even though she’s already admitted the truth. “Will…Can you teach me?” A chuckle bubbles up from his chest, momentarily upsetting her. Is he laughing at her? But he chases those worries away when he nuzzles the tip of his nose against hers and then places a kiss on her forehead. “Of course, Sweetheart.” That name again. It has her toes curling. 

She’d do anything to hear him call her that again. His fingers tug at the hem of her nightshirt, instantly refocusing her attention. He undresses her slowly, admiring every bit of newly exposed skin. Anytime she tries to help, he shoos her hands away. “This is my job tonight,” he whispers just before leaving a delicate kiss on her right nipple. His lips are so full that she finds herself wondering how they would feel kissing all of her. With his knee, he nudges her legs apart so his fingertips can trace along her belly before traveling further until they reach the dark nest of hair that lay between her thighs. She watches his every move with wide eyes. “Do you know what this is called?” he asks lustfully before moving his hand to his own body and gently gripping himself at the base. “And this?” Heat burns her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts. “Of course I do!” she snaps. “I’m not an idiot!” 

His features harden. “Do not call yourself that, do you understand me?” His tone is stern, sounding more like he did when he went by the name Kylo Ren. It gives her pause, but in this context, also excites her. When she doesn’t argue, he relaxes. “I wasn’t saying you’re an idiot. I was only trying to see if I could ask you my next question.” “Which is?” He meets her gaze, looking rather smug. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman? How they become one?”

Not wanting to lose her nerve, she attempts to answer, “They…You…put yourself inside.” “That’s right.” He grins as he praises her. “And then what?” Rey swears her entire face is redder than the Tatooine suns. “Go on, Sweetheart,” he croons. “Say it.” 

“I…” He must sense that her uncertainty is getting the better of her because he finishes for her. “I fuck you until you cum for me.” Her throat has gone dry so she merely nods. “Is that what you want, Rey?” Something tells her that nodding won’t be enough for him. “Y-Yes…And I…I want to know how to make you feel good too.” “Shhhh,” he soothes while smoothing down her hair, “Don’t worry so much about that. Whatever brings you pleasure will do the same for me.” She nods, willing herself to believe him. “Will…Will it hurt?” Refusing to lie to her, he answers honestly, “It might. The first time usually does for women, but I’m going to take care of you and I’ll stop the moment you need me to.” She nods again, and Ben brings his hand back between her legs. “Do you trust me?” “More than anything,” she responds without hesitation. No sooner than the words leave her lips does he cup her sex in his palm. His fingers spread her open, gliding through her folds. “Shit,” he curses breathlessly. “You’re already starting to get wet.” “Is that a good thing?” she can’t help but ask. He kisses her with a nod of his head. “It means you're aroused. It’s your body’s way of getting ready to–” “Take you inside?” she tries finishing for him. The words sound rather juvenile to her, but from the hunger in Ben’s eyes, he very much enjoyed hearing her say it. His fingers brush against that sensitive bud that Rey has only ever accidentally touched. She gasps, feeling her legs unconsciously open wider. He repeats the action and her head falls back onto the floor with a soft thud. “Have you ever touched yourself here? Have you made yourself cum before?” The light touches turn into slightly firmer circles and she swears she can see stars. She tries answering both of his questions at the same time even though all she wants to do is moan. “N-No, never. Not on purpose. And it…it never felt like this.” She’s very aware that she isn’t making sense, so instead she sends her thoughts through their bond. No, she’s never made herself cum before. She’s only ever touched herself accidentally or out of curiosity. But his touch? His touch feels different. He cocks his head to the side. “Different how?” She had been praying that he wouldn’t ask her to explain, but of course, he does anyway. “Feels…better. Your fingers feel better.” The cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, reminding her of Han. He’s more like his father than he could possibly know. His fingers pick up their tempo, rubbing her harder and faster until she’s bucking up into his touch. “That’s it, just like that,” he praises, keeping her caged beneath him no matter how hard she thrashes. “I can feel your clit pulsing against my fingertips. Are you going to cum, Sweetheart?” “I don’t know!” she sobs, her hands gripping his biceps hard enough that her nails leave half-moon imprints behind. “Hmm, let me try this,” he muses, more to himself than to her, but all the same, he shifts the position of his fingers—leaving his thumb on her clit and the rest of his fingers down by her opening. She feels every nerve ending on her body sparking like an electrical wire when one of his fingers slips inside of her. His digit is thick and long just like the rest of him. It feels good but she tenses when she realizes he’s inside. “Shhhh, Rey. It’s alright. You’re alright. I’m going to go as slow as you need me to.” She hadn’t realized that she had shut her eyes, so she opens them and finds Ben smiling down at her. “That’s better. Now, take a deep breath with me.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just demonstrates how he wants her to breathe. This doesn’t seem like the time to argue, so she follows his instructions. Breathe in. Hold it. Count to five. And release. Somehow that pause was all she needed to bring her focus back on the pleasure. She looks at him and gives him a small nod for him to continue. He moves his finger in and out of her depths slowly. So slowly that she almost feels impatient, but he clearly has more experience with this than she does.

The thought causes a crease to form in her brow. However, Ben is there to kiss it away. “Don’t think about that, because they were never who I needed…They were never you.” Tears prickle at her eyes but she doesn’t want to cry again. She links her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him as she tells him not to stop. Eagerly, he returns her kiss and resumes the movement of his finger. He works it in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace. She starts making the lewdest, whiniest noises she’s ever heard. She’d be worried about sounding pathetic if he wasn’t rolling his hips into her thigh in an attempt to gain relief from his ever-growing erection. Doing this with him feels filthy, and yet…so right. Like this had always been where she was meant to be. “Can you take another finger for me, Sweetheart?” She’s already a babbling mess so she mumbles out an ‘uh-huh’ and a second finger enters her, filling her up and stretching her out. She wonders if it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Especially not when his thumb keeps its attention on her clit. Her mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’ and her body trembles while more heat continues to pool and drip out of her. “You’re beautiful. I could watch you like this forever.” Rey shakes her head ‘No’. She’s never thought much about her looks one way or the other, but beautiful? That’s not a word she’s ever used to describe herself. “You are, Rey. So fucking beautiful and all mine.” That part she can agree with. She is his. All of her. Just like he is hers. Desperately, she tries to say that out loud but it’s too difficult forming words when there’s an unfamiliar pressure building up in her lower belly. She whines his name, dragging out the letters in a desperate attempt to get him to understand her needs. He presses his lips to her temple. “I think someone is about to have their first orgasm.” She shakes her head ‘No’, not wanting this to be how it happens. “Together. W-Want to cum together.” Ben smiles wide enough to show his teeth and lovingly whispers, “We can and we will, but let yourself cum like this first.” “No, not yet.” He’s clearly trying to be patient with her. “Rey, women can cum more than once. It’s alright–” But she cuts him off with another defiant shake of her head. “Together, I want it to happen together!” He gives in with a playful huff. “I almost forgot how stubborn you can be.” She’s tempted to debate him on that, but the words die on her tongue when his hand is replaced with his torso settling between her thighs. It was happening—they were about to become one. She’s never felt more excited and anxious all at once. Sensing her emotions, Ben runs his hands along the sides of her body. “I feel it too.” She chuckles at his choice of words, recognizing them from the first time they met. Guiding the tip of his length to her slit, he breathes in deep to keep in control. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, the ache in his balls makes him want to bury himself in deep. “If I hurt you, I need you to tell me the moment it becomes too much, do you understand?” “I understand, but you won’t hurt me, Ben. I trust you.” Hearing this renews his confidence. No matter what happened next, he would be here to take care of her. As carefully as he possibly can, he pushes into her. Her walls are slick from being so close to her peak, but still, her face contorts in pain once he’s almost fully inside of her.  Ben stops his movements, allowing her to adjust to his size. He can’t deny how challenging it is to not ram himself into her at full force. She swallowed him up, urging him to fill her with cum.

He focuses on steadily breathing through his nose, holding eye contact as he slowly inches out–watching her face for any signs of discomfort. He works on sliding in and out with slow, calm thrusts. The resistance of her inner walls starts to lessen. That is until he presses forward—entering her deeper than before. She winces, making a strangled-sounding noise in the back of her throat.

Ben’s breathing is ragged…uneven. He would do this right. He would take care of her. “Are you alright?”

She responds with a high-pitched, ‘Mhmm’, and he knows she’s lying. He stops moving altogether and cups the side of her face. Closing his eyes, he sends soothing tendrils of the Force through her, minimizing her sensation of pain so that she doesn’t have to suffer. Within moments, her face relaxes. “Better?” he asks and she silently nods in amazement. He tests the waters by cautiously thrusting his hips into hers and is relieved when she sighs in pleasure. It isn’t long until those sighs turn into moans as she holds tightly to his shoulders. He feels her legs shifting on either side of him, opening up for him like a flower in bloom. “Go on, wrap your legs around me.” His permission has her feeling bold so she brings her legs up, interlocking her ankles behind his back. The new position has the tip of him brushing some magical part inside of her that makes her feel like she’s soaring and choking all at the same time. 

“Fuck,” he swears with a slight tremble in his voice. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” She’d never heard it called that before, but Stars did it sound good when he said it like that. She whines his name, begging for more once she has his attention. He moves his hand between their bodies and finds her clit again. “B-Ben! F-Feels good. I–” She can’t continue because her eyes are falling closed and her breaths are coming out in shallow gasps. 

Behind her eyes, colors splash together in a messy portrait that depicts every action that has led them to this moment. It’s overwhelming to the point that she thinks she might cry, but Ben’s hand slides along her cheek. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She does and finds him breathless, panting above her with sweat beading along his brow and his hair disheveled. He looks wild…needy…and all hers. “I love you, Rey.” Her heart swells and fresh tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you too. L-Love you so much.” Her words spur him on, he grips her hip in his hand, hard enough to leave markings of his fingertips behind, and picks up the pace of his thrusts.  “N-Need you to cum. I need to feel it.” He doesn’t have to beg for her to hear his plea. She nods, the pressure in her stomach from earlier returning. It’s all too much and yet not enough. Is this what cumming felt like? “I…I feel like I might b-break!” she cries out, unsure, but unable to stop her body's natural reaction. Ben groans, head tilting back for just a moment at the feeling of her clenching even tighter around his cock. He’s so close, just at the very edge, but he wouldn’t fall into oblivion. Not without his Rey. “Yes. F-Fuck yes, just like that. Just let go and let yourself cum.” Her back arches off the floor and her cries go quiet. “Cum for me sweet girl.” Then comes the unfiltered and unrestrained song of her orgasm.

Trembling, pure, and breathtaking. The sheer beauty of it sends Ben over the edge, cumming with a shout of her name and emptying himself inside of her. He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. Maybe it was never. Maybe only Rey could make him cum like this. Together they rock through their aftershocks, clinging on tightly to one another as they refill their lungs with enough air to function. When he no longer feels like a newborn fathier, Ben detangles himself from her and lays down on his side. Rey turns over to face him, coyishly biting her bottom lip. “Hi.” He hums, slinging his arm over her waist and hauling her to him. “Hi there, beautiful.” This time when he calls her beautiful, she blushes, burrowing herself into his muscular body. “That was…” She struggles to find the right word to describe what they’d just done. She tilts her head up, chin resting on his chest, and says the only word she can think of, “Wonderful.” He grins smugly, brushing his lips against hers before huskily whispering, “You can say that again.” Rey giggles. She’s never been flirted with before, least of all by the former Supreme Leader. She decides that she likes this new side of him and snakes her arms around his middle for a hug. He hugs her right back, shifting a bit so he’s on his back and she can use him as a pillow. With her ear placed over his heart and Ben’s fingers running along her spine, it isn’t long before exhaustion creeps into her limbs. She stifles a yawn but there’s no use trying to hide from her dyad. “Sweetheart, I can sense how tired you are. Why won’t you let yourself sleep?” She forces herself to lift her head and shakes it, hysteria overtaking her thoughts. “I can’t! Ben, what if when I wake up, you’re gone again? What if this is a dream?” He firmly takes her face in his hands so she can’t look away. “It isn’t a dream. I’m here, Rey. Do you—” But his voice goes mute. His lips move but no sound comes. “Ben? W-What’s happening?” Rey watches in horror, feeling him slipping from her. His form is fading and so is hers. He realizes it too and frantically tries to hold onto her. “No! Don’t go! Please don’t leave me again!” She goes to grab his shoulders but her fingers touch nothing but air. “Don’t, Ben! Please! Come back!” Rey bolts upwards and finds herself back in her own bed. Alone. Sobs wrack her slender frame before she has time to even fully process anything. She cries like a child who’s lost their mother with hot, heavy tears that stain the blanket in her lap. How could she have been so stupid to think that Ben had actually found his way back to her? She goes to pull her knees to her chest but is greeted with a throbbing soreness from between her legs. Lowering the blankets, she not only finds that she’s naked, but there is a bit of dry blood on the sheets below her. How could that be? Her eyes dart around, looking for any other sign of him but all she finds is a newly forming bruise on her hip. One that distinctly looks like someone’s hand had been there. Ben’s hand.

He had touched her.

It had been real.

Rey turns her head to her bedroom window and looks at the rising Tatooine suns with a new sense of purpose.

It was time to go and find her other half so she could bring him home.

#reylo fanfic #reylo #reylo smut #lady in writing #ben solo #ben solo x rey #kylo ren #reylo art #kylo x rey

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Traditions (Flip Zimmerman x Reader)

Summary: It might be your first Hanukkah with your boyfriend Flip Zimmerman, but you're determined to make it one you both remember.

Words: 4794 Warnings: PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Sex on Hanukkah. Sex on the kitchen floor.

When you awaken that winter morning, you find that Flip has already left for work. If you're being honest, you’re glad he’s on the early shift, it gives you more time to prepare. You smile to yourself, excited for the surprises you have planned for tonight… The first night of Hanukkah. You’re sure that Flip doesn’t even realize the date, but it doesn’t matter cause you’re doing all of this for him.

After going undercover to infiltrate the KKK, he’s been more drawn to his heritage, though he hasn’t allowed himself to fully dive in. You know it’s because he feels unworthy… After a lifetime of feeling indifferent about being Jewish, he feels like he’s intruding on something that should have been close to his heart from the start. What right did he have to his Jewish roots when others had sacrificed, bled, and stood proudly for them? But to you, there’s no right or wrong way for one to experience their religion. Just because Flip hadn’t grown up going to temple or having a bar mitzvah didn’t mean he didn’t have a right to the Jewish religion now. That’s why you’d done research at the library and the local temple, reading up and asking a rabbi for advice on properly celebrating Hanukkah. You wanted to give Flip this, wanted him to feel comfortable to explore this part of himself. Especially with you. And perhaps, if tonight went well, it would lead to the two of you celebrating Hanukkah again next year. You had done everything in your power to ensure that nothing would get in the way of that. Starting off with ensuring that Flip wouldn’t get stuck working late. A quick call to the chief informing him that not allowing one of his detectives to observe a religious holiday would probably sound really bad to a union representative had sealed that deal. The chief had claimed to enjoy your “spunk” in calling him behind Flip’s back, but either way, he promised to send “your lover boy” home at a decent time. Now came the fun part…decorating and cooking. You hop out of bed and quickly wash up to prepare for the day before heading downstairs. There’s a lot to get done and you’re a mix of nervous and excited. Excited to see his reaction, but nervous to screw things up. You’ve never cooked these recipes before. What if they turn out horrible? You try to shake off your nerves. They won’t stop you now. You would do your best for him and that was it. The first thing you work on is making the dough for the challah bread since it has to rise multiple times before it can be braided and then baked. At least…that’s what the recipe book said. You say a silent prayer before setting the dough to the side to rise, and then you get to work on a less nerve-wracking task—decorating the house. You hang long white fairy lights along some of the walls, drape blue tinsel over the fireplace mantel, and lay out Hanukkah-themed table runners along the coffee and kitchen tables. But you don’t stop there. Multiple candy bowls filled with chocolate gelt and dreidels are placed around the living room, knowing that Flip has a secret sweet tooth. You still aren’t fully clear on the rules of spinning dreidels but you’re certain the both of you could figure it out. That or just enjoy munching on chocolate. Either way, that isn’t the most important part of tonight. After your conversation with the rabbi, you learned that menorahs are usually passed down through families and generations. Knowing that wasn’t an option, you had searched every antique shop in town until you found something perfect—a beautiful brass menorah with the Star of David under the middle candle. You polish it until it shined and place it in the center of the coffee table with white candles. With the rabbi’s help, you had written out the prayer that is traditionally read while lighting a candle each night. Alongside the prayer is a yarmulke, in case Flip wants to wear it. 

With the decorating done, you head back into the kitchen to start on dinner. Following along with the cookbook you borrowed from the library, you fry potato pancakes, otherwise known as latkes, roast potatoes, prep the brisket for the oven, and braid the challah dough. It isn’t long until the entire downstairs is filled with the most wondrous smells. You’re more excited now, certain that the smells are a good sign that the food will be equally delicious. Knowing you don’t have much longer before Flip gets home, you head upstairs to change. You want to look good but not overly fancy, so you decide on a simple black knee-length skirt with a soft, white cashmere sweater, and black, heeled boots. Pleased with how you look, you head back downstairs to finish everything up. You end up cooking until the very last minute, barely having time to plate all of the food before the sound of Flip’s car turning into the driveway. “Shit!” you curse and hurry to put everything out on the kitchen table along with the good china plates and a bottle of wine. The front door opens and you freeze in your spot, wanting him to find the surprise on his own. You listen to the sounds of him making his way inside, taking off his boots and jacket before setting them aside in the hallway closet. He calls your name… Tells you he’s home… Comments on how amazing dinner smells… Then his breath catches in his throat and all goes silent. Flip stands in the entryway of the living room, taking in the scene before him. The room is basked in a romantic, and yet inviting, glow, from the lights to the menorah and the other decorations. He stands there, jaw slack and too stunned to speak. What a lucky bastard he is. “Sweetheart? Get in ‘ere!” You do as you're told without hesitation, but the minute he sees you, he wraps you in his arms. “Babygirl, did you really do this all for me?” You smile up at him and nod. “Happy Hanukkah!” If you wanted to say more, it’s cut off by his kiss. It’s passionate, fiery, and all the things you love about him. “Wait, Flip! Wait!” you protest against his mouth in between giggles. “I have more to show you!” He chuckles in amusement and releases you from his hold but instead takes your hand. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.” “Good! Now, come on.” You take him into the kitchen and show him all the food you’ve made. “I followed the Jewish cookbook I got from the library exactly, so hopefully everything tastes good!” Flip cocks a brow in surprise. “They actually make Jewish cookbooks?”

“Uh-huh.” You blush, biting your bottom lip to try and stop the word vomit that’s building in your throat. Maybe you had misread the situation or done something offensive. “When…I spoke to the rabbi, he told me that menorahs are usually passed down from generation to generation, but…I know you didn’t have one.” You swallow hard, trying to gauge his reaction but still, you can’t seem to shut the hell up. “The one on the coffee table is an antique. Now you’ll have one forever, to pass on to your children.” You realize what you said a second too late and internally die a little. “That is…if um…you want to.” But Flip isn’t listening, because suddenly, he’s picturing the future. One where a four-year-old sits on his lap to help him light the next candle on the menorah while you watch with your belly filled with a second child. You squeeze his hand, he still seems to be in shock but you can’t be sure. “Is…Is this all okay? Did I…do alright?” 

It’s the uneasiness in your tone that snaps him from his daydreams. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

He wants to reassure you, but he finds himself overcome with emotion. “I…don’t even know what to say. How did I get so damn lucky?” He tries to laugh to stop the tears that threaten to prickle his eyes. “Thank you…for doing all of this. Thank you for loving me enough to do all of this.” Your lips find one another again, but this time softer than before. His hands hold your face steady as you lovingly kiss. Your arms wrap around his middle, feeling more and more like melted butter by the second. “I love you, Flip Zimmerman. I just wanted you to feel accepted and safe to start your own traditions here with me.” “I do, Babygirl, I do.” He talks in between kisses as if it’s too painful to stop, “God I love you.” The kisses continue until the sound of his stomach growling pulls you apart. “Uh, Darlin’? Can we eat now? All I had was black coffee and cigarettes for lunch.” “Flip!” you scold and lightly smack his upper arm. He shrinks back, pretending to be wounded and holding his hands up in surrender, but all the while, he laughs. You glare at him with your hands on your hips. As wonderful of a boyfriend as he is, he’s still crap at taking care of himself. “Can you wait a few more minutes? We’re supposed to light the candles before we eat.” His laughter dies down, “Wow…you really weren’t kidding about researching this stuff.” His bewilderment and sincerity touch you, causing your hands to drop from your hips. “I had to make sure everything was perfect for your first Hanukkah.” 

“You’re the one that’s perfect,” he states firmly before interlocking your fingers together. “Let’s go light our very first menorah.” Your heart swells at his words and the two of you walk back into the living room. The two of you sit in front of the coffee table where the menorah is set up. You hand him a yarmulke and a piece of paper with a prayer written on it. “The rabbi said this is the prayer to read while you light the candle.” Flip hesitates, not sure if he feels deserving of the honor. He hadn’t been the one who did all this work, you had. As if you can read his mind, you speak up. “If you aren’t comfortable, then we don’t have to. I know there’s a lot of new information here, but we can take it slow and make our own traditions. Don’t let the fact that I became a little overzealous with my research intimidate you. If you want to try this, then I’m right here with you.” Hearing you mention creating traditions together warms him. He leans forward and places a hand on your cheek. “You did more than I could possibly ask for. And yes…I want to try this. Just…don’t make too much fun of me mispronouncing the words in this prayer.” “I wouldn’t be able to tell if you did.” You chuckle and leave a kiss along the inside of his wrist.  Taking a breath, he places the yarmulke on his head and does his best to recite the prayers. He stumbles over a handful of Hebrew words. It makes him feel self-conscious but you just smile reassuringly, nodding at him to encourage him to continue. With the prayer read and the candle lit, Flip takes your hand in his. You sit in silence together, watching the way the flame dances, causing the light to bounce along the walls. His gaze falls on you, his eyes sparkle with happiness at how peaceful you look basked in the candlelight. “I’m guessing tomorrow night, we light the second candle?” You nod before looking back at him. “Should we go eat now?” His back straightens fully at the mention of food. “I thought you’d never ask. My stomach’s been aching for a taste since I walked through the door.” 

You playfully roll your eyes and stand. “Well then, we better go and get you some food. I can’t let my man go hungry.” You take him into the kitchen and tell him to make himself comfortable while you make him a plate filled with latkes, roasted potatoes, and brisket before making your own plate and sitting down. ‘Now, before we eat, you have to–” You hand him another piece of paper with two other prayers. “Read these. The first prayer is meant to be said before we cut the challah and the second before drinking the wine.” Flip reads both, doing so with a bit more confidence than before. A sense of pride fills him at repeating these words that have been said by countless generations of Jews. “That was wonderful,” you praise and then you both begin to eat. You watch him carefully, wanting to gauge his reaction to tasting the food. “Please be honest if something doesn’t taste good and I’ll practice to get better at it.” But the man sitting across from you is too busy moaning blissfully at the flavors filling his mouth. “Shit, babygirl, you’ve really outdone yourself.” You nearly dance in your seat from happiness. “I’m so glad! I was worried it wouldn’t taste good enough.” Flip extends his hand across the table and squeezes yours. “I’m not sure how I got so lucky in finding you, but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much you mean to me.” Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, beyond the point of euphoria. “Shhh, come on now, no tears. This is meant to be a happy occasion. Hanukkah is about keeping faith and miracles.” You raise a curious brow and he sheepishly chuckles. “You’re not the only one who’s been secretly reading up on the holiday.” The rest of the meal flows effortlessly, the both of you enjoying the food and one another’s company until he sits back in his chair with a contented sigh. It pleases you that you’ve made him so happy, but you have one more surprise for him. From your skirt pocket, you pull out a small black box and slide it over to his side of the table. “Flip?” The sound of his name catches his attention and he looks back to find the gift box. “Little One? What’s this?” “Open it and find out,” you reply in a sing-song voice that has him chuckling. He opens the box and finds a simple gold chain with the Star of David hanging from it. A small gasp of surprise leaves his full lips. He gapes at you, unsure of what to say. “I know you mentioned that you misplaced your old one while you were undercover because you had to take it on and off so much. I hope you like it.” He doesn’t have the words to express his gratitude as a swell of emotion starts to overcome him, so instead, he kisses you—hard. The kiss steals your breath away. So much so that you’re left dizzy. “Thank you, my love,” he whispers hotly against your mouth before sitting back down. Still dazed, you giggle slightly. “You’re welcome. Let me start cleaning up so we can spend the rest of our night relaxing.” Not waiting for a reply, you stand and carry a stack of dirty dishes to the sink.

Flip watches, slipping the yarmulke from his head and putting his gift around his neck before following you over to the kitchen sink. “Can I do anything to help you clean?” 

You brighten at his offer, thankful for the help. “That would be great!” You hand him a dish towel with a cock of your hip. “I wash, you dry?” He agrees and the two of you get to work. Every once in a while, Flip playfully splashes you with sudsy water, laughing every time you huff in irritation. You’re adorable and he just can’t help himself. With the dishes done, you move on to wrapping up the leftovers and even pack some for his lunch tomorrow. “I’m going to be the envy of every guy in the squad room. They're all going to be wishing they had the chance to taste your cooking.” “I can pack you extra to share!” His hands find your hips, lovingly gripping them in his large hands before pulling you forcefully against him so your ass is pressed to his crotch. “Not a chance, Little One. It’s all mine…and so are you.” Without warning, he spins you around and crashes his mouth onto yours. You aren’t sure what’s got him so worked up, but truthfully? You don’t care. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in for more. Which he gladly gives by slipping his tongue into your mouth. A tiny moan leaves you from the sensation. Flip grins at the sound. You want more but he breaks the kiss. “Does my girl want more?” You nod, your pupils blown wide as you search his. “Please, Flip.” Your plea is enough for him, so he drops down to his knees before you. Grabbing your skirt, he bunches it up at your waist, pleased to see the damp spot that’s already started to form at the front of your panties. He runs the tip of his finger over it but avoids your clit. “Seems like you have something else for me to eat.” You whimper, now realizing what he means to do. “Hold your skirt up for me. I need my hands free.” You do as you're told but it feels so taboo to be standing here in the middle of the kitchen, exposing yourself to him. But you don’t have much time to think about it because he starts ripping off your shoes and panties. He looks up at you, looking incredibly smug, which only makes your cunt drip more. The moment you're bare, he pushes his nose to the cleft of your cunt, breathing in deep. His groans, eyelids fluttering as his cock jumps within the confines of his jeans. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet but rough, “You’ve done so much for me today. Now, you deserve to be worshiped.” He brings his hands to your ass, gripping it tight and pulling you close so he can drag his tongue through the folds of your cunt. The flat of his tongue makes you whine, your hand reaches for the counter ledge that’s just behind his head while the other keeps ahold of your skirt. “D-Don’t stop. Feels good. Y-Your tongue feels so good!” You're grinding into his mouth now, chasing more pleasure for yourself. Watching you sends shockwaves down his body. His cock throbs in his dark denim, aching for release. He reaches down to unzip his pants, moaning into your cunt as he frees himself. Precum drips from the tip of his cock down onto the floor. His fingers find their way to your slit, slowly pushing one…and then two fingers inside. You cry out, head tilting back as you moan into the ceiling at being stretched out by his thick digits. The legs holding you up begin to shake, but luckily, his other hand holds you at the base of your spine. You look down at him and catch sight of his hard cock, jutting up from the front of his jeans. “Oh. Oh fuck, Let me take care of you, Flip. Let me take care of your cock.”

But he only growls and picks up the pace of his fingers. He doesn’t want to hear your words, he only wants you to cum. The mixture of his tongue flicking at your clit and his fingers filling you up has you forgetting everything else. Your peak steadily starts to roll through you. “Right there! S-So close! I’m so close!” You can barely finish speaking before you’re cumming. The hand that had been holding your skirt shoots out to take hold of the counter, needing it for balance as your orgasm rocks through you. Your skirt falls over Flip’s head, but he doesn’t stop the movements of his tongue and fingers until your body starts to relax. He moans low in his belly at the taste of you, only removing his fingers and sitting back on his heels so he can check on you. Pushing your skirt off his head, he holds your gaze while fucking his fingers clean. Your cheeks burn with color and Flip chuckles with a grin. You just came all over his face while standing in the kitchen and you still have the decency to blush. You’re just too adorable and perfect. He pushes himself off the floor and grabs your face to claim your mouth again. You cling to his shoulders, body molding against his so you can feel his cock pushing against you. You start unbuttoning his plaid shirt, tugging at it aggressively to get him naked. “Take me? Right now. Right here.” “Naughty girl wants to be fucked on our kitchen floor that badly, huh?” You whine at his teasing but go quiet when you realize he’s guiding you both to the floor. He settles between the apex of your thighs, aligning his cock with your sopping hole. You wiggle against him in anticipation. “So needy for it. Here then—take it.” And with that, he plunges inside, groaning at the way your walls hug him tight. He gives you a moment to adjust, your toes curling at how deep even his first thrust is, but that moment doesn’t last forever, and soon he’s picking up his pace. You cry out and Flip revels in the sound. Gripping your hips, he slams into you until he’s certain he’s hitting your g-spot. Your back arches off the tile floor and you screw your eyes shut against the overwhelming pleasure. Usually Flip took his time to work you up to the point of total abandon. Sometimes even edging you so you’d beg, but not tonight. Tonight, he fucks you hard and fast like it’s the last time he’ll ever have the privilege of watching you cum. Your moans are drowned out by wet skin slapping together. Your cunt is so wet that you’ve managed to drip onto his balls and inner thighs. “Look at me,” he commands, using his authoritative ‘cop voice’. You do so and find his eyes blown black with lust and his face flushed with sweat. The sight takes your breath away. He looks positively feral. “I want to watch you fall apart. Want to see your soul leave your body just so it can come crashing back while you scream my fucking name.” 

Your cunt clenches around him at his words. You love it when he talks like this. Filthy and possessive. His nostrils flare as he huffs hot breath across your skin. How he’s able to keep his stamina up is a mystery, but still, his thrusts are unrelenting. You can’t deny how much you love him laying claim to your body. “Yes! Fuck, Flip, yes!” you continue to moan a string of curses and pleas as you wrap your legs around his waist so you grind into his thrusts. With the change in the position of your legs, he too rearranges himself. He places his palms flat on the floor on either side of your head, completely leaning over you and driving his cock even deeper into your aching cunt. You didn’t think he could fill you up any more, but leave it to Flip Zimmerman to find a way. A pressure builds in your lower belly, tightening and threatening to crack open. However, your gift dangling from around his neck comes very close to hitting you in the face. He immediately notices and makes a move to pull back but you’re faster. Your hand reaches and presses the Star of David to Flip’s chest…directly over his heart. “I love you,” you breathe out, holding eye contact with him. “I want this forever. With you.” You swear he whimpers, emotion softening his features but all the while bucking harder into you.

“I want this too. Every Hanukkah. Every year together with you.”

A smile breaks out across your face and you use the chain around his neck to tug him to your mouth.

You both moan into the kiss, movements becoming sloppy.

He stumbles over your name before telling you how close he is. You echo his words back to him, knowing you’re moments away from being driven over the edge.

But that’s not good enough for Flip when he wants you to crash and burn beneath him. He brings one of his arms between your bodies to find your clit and strokes it just right.

Your body starts to shake.

You leave rational thought behind and all that is left is the primal need flowing through your limbs.

“That’s it. Come on baby, cum for me!”

You wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself even if you had wanted to. Your inner walls close in around him as you cum, holding him in place and hugging him tight.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” he grunts repeatedly until he’s tossing his head back in a howl and filling you with his cum.

You both rock against one another as you come down from your highs. Eventually, Flip slumps down to rest in the crook of your neck. The kitchen falls quiet except for the panting you’re both doing in an attempt to catch your breath.

He recovers before you and lifts his head to kiss your forehead before meeting your gaze. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You respond with a dreamy ‘uh-huh’, earning you a chuckle from the man still on top of you.

Carefully, he detangles himself from your legs and the heat of your cunt so he can lay beside you on the cool tile floor.

“Mind if we lay here for a bit? You wore me the hell out.” He chuckles and extends his arm so you can rest your head on his bicep.

“Wore YOU out? I’m the one who’s lying on the kitchen floor feeling like jelly.” You only mean to tease but his other arm finds its way around your middle.

With a playful growl, he hauls you to him, smashing your back into his chest. His large hand sprawls across your stomach, tickling you. You squirm, giggling, and look over your shoulder to kiss him.

The kiss halts his movements and instead has him humming against your lips. When the kiss is broken, he turns his attention to the junction of your neck. Pleased that he seems too preoccupied to continue tickling you, you finally rest your head on his bicep and close your eyes.

You relax within his embrace, enjoying the feel of his lips and facial hair as he leaves soft kisses along your flesh.

He whispers your name, causing your eyes to flutter open. You look over your shoulder at him again.

“I want to say thank you for everything you did for me tonight. You could have simply said ‘Happy Hanukkah’ to me and I would have been over the moon…but the fact that you did all this just for me blows me away.”

You can feel tears watering up behind your eyes but you hold them in so you can continue listening to what he has to say.

“And I…meant what I said before about wanting to spend every Hanukkah with you. Well…any holiday really. I want to spend them all together and make our own traditions, like you said.”

You can’t hold back for a moment longer. Twisting in his grasp, you turn over so you’re facing him and throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, Flip, nothing would make me happier!”

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him, and whispers that he loves you.

Another calm silence falls between you. To an onlooker, the scene would look peaceful if it wasn’t for the fact you were both half naked, lying on the hard kitchen floor.

But the two of you are too content to care about anything other than snuggling.

Time passes, and within the quiet, a devilish question comes to your mind.

“Flip?”

“Hm?” he responds.

“If we’re going to create our own traditions, does this mean you’ll fuck me on the kitchen floor at the end of every Hanukah meal?”

His back straightens as he looks at you in alarm until laughter emanates through his entire frame. “Naughty little slut,” he teases, giving your ass a swift smack.

You squeal and try to wriggle away, but he easily pins you down and tickles you until you’re breathlessly begging for mercy.

Eventually, he relents, but still keeps you pinned down to kiss you one last time. “Happy Hanukkah, babygirl.”

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[ladyinwriting18]

fictober idea (if ure up for smut): eddie & reader go to a haunted house. eddie, obviously, gets a boner bc hes a weirdo. reader notices & begs to touch him right here, right now even tho theyve never done anything in public before. so, eddie finds a place to *kinda* hide & reader gets him off, but ofc, eddie cant let reader go without cumming as well.

thanks for requesting :D — eddie gets turned on protecting you at a haunted house, and you obv have to reward him for it (smut 18+, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s been called a freak his whole life. He knew he was different since he could understand what being different meant, and if that made him a weirdo, then so be it. But now he thinks everyone might’ve been right about him. He’s a complete, utter, and total freak.

He walks with you through a haunted house, surrounded by creepy masks and fake blood and your screams, and he’s hard. His dick’s as stiff as a rock and throbbing with a distant ache when most people are scared out of their minds.

It’s all your fault, honestly. You’re clinging to him with an ironclad grip and using him as a shield every time something jumps out at you. Eddie can’t even be scared with you because all he can think about is how masculine he feels protecting you like this. Metalhead freaks like him never get to feel this way — all manly and muscly and brave.

And even though it’s hard to walk while adjusting his pants every five steps, Eddie thinks he’s hiding it pretty well. Well, he was, anyway. Until your ass brushes against his lap, and you clock him immediately.

Trapped in a secluded area of the haunted house, lit up red and blaring the Halloween theme song, you spin around to face him. “Are you hard?” you ask him over the music, face twisted in confusion. You’re not weirded out by it exactly, just genuinely puzzled.

Eddie freezes, chocolate eyes wide. He plays coy despite being caught red-handed. “No.”

You shoot him a deadpanned look, brows raised as you peer at him through your lashes.

He caves. “…Yes.”

“Does scary shit turn you on?” you wonder, laughing softly.

“No!” he responds with a dramatic drawl, sounding more offended than he should be. He is standing rock-hard in the middle of a haunted house, after all. He shifts his weight on his feet and stammers for an answer. “I just… I like being able to protect you and… everything.”

“Aw…” you hum, melting into a puddle at his feet. “That’s kinda sweet, actually.”

Eddie’s visibly surprised by your response. He was prepared to get made fun of at best — slapped and dumped entirely at worst. But here you are, all but admiring how much of a freak your boyfriend is.

“Wait, really?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Especially considering last Halloween, the guy I was dating left me behind at a haunted house.”

“Pussy…” Eddie grumbles under his breath.

“Exactly,” you giggle. “So this is definitely an upgrade.”

Your palms smooth up his chest and over his shoulders. Your fingers entwine behind his neck, halfway embracing him in the middle of the haunt. His hands settle warm and wide on your sides. He squeezes you gently there and lets out a sigh of relief.

“I’m just glad you don’t think I’m a total freak,” he confesses with a forced chuckle. 

“Oh, I definitely think you’re a freak,” you retort in a monotone, then flash him a sickly sweet smile. “I’m just too obsessed with you to care.”

Eddie nods and tries not to smile too wide when you lean in to kiss him. “Noted,” he murmurs.

You do a whole lot more than just kiss him, though. You open his mouth with your own and lick inside with a confident tongue. You take the breath from his lungs with little effort, leaving him more breathless than he has been all night.

“Wanna suck you off,” you murmur, slurred and muffled against his mouth.

He jerks away from you on instinct. He couldn’t hide his shock if he tried. “Huh?” he wonders in a tone that borders on cartoonish. His soft features twist in confusion.

“I need your cock in my mouth like I need to breathe,” you confess with an unabashed groan.

Maybe he wasn’t the freak after all. Maybe this whole time, it was you.

“Well, that’sa tad bit dramatic, but—” You cut off his teasing by fussing with the buckle of his belt. His eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t try to stop you. “Whoa. Okay. This is… This is great and everything, babe, but there’s— there’s people around. Someone could walk in.”

You look to your left, then to your right. There’s no one here but you and Eddie in this small square room, filled with a fiery red like the warmth swirling in your belly. You blink at him with doe eyes and shrug innocently. “I don’t see anyone.”

Eddie breathes out a laugh, one mixed with amusement and disbelief. “I just don’t wanna us to get caught, babe,” he tells you, smoothing wide palms up and down your arms. “Don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Do you want a blowjob or not?”

“Well, yeah, but I—”

“Good,” you hum with a smile before sinking to your knees in front of him.

Eddie’s too stunned to stop you. He doesn’t want to stop you.

Bathed in a sinful neon red, you unbutton his pants and free his half-hard cock from the confines of his jeans. You tug at the hem of his underwear until his heavy balls hang over the plaid fabric. 

“Shit,” he mutters when you press a sweet kiss to his weeping tip. He bites back a moan when you swirl your tongue around the bulbous strawberry head. “Shit— you’re so fucking hot.”

You worship his cock like it’s not just some random Tuesday in the middle of a haunted house. You don’t mean to, really, but he’s making such pretty noises for you — little puffs of tiny breaths and small whines he tries desperately to hide from you. 

His thighs twitch every time you run your tongue over the veins on the underside of him, going slow to feel the rapid pulse there. His fingers crawl in your hair, palms settling on your temples — not pushing you or pulling you away, just holding you as you suck gently at his aching cock.

His pink lips are parted, airing out little moans of ecstasy. His chocolate eyes are dark and glazed over in a honeyed look. His hair hangs over his face, wild and desperate to be pulled.

You let his tip linger in your mouth, drool pooling around him and soaking his twitching cock. The feeling makes him moan — a deep, hearty sound that stems from his chest. 

When his lolling head drops back, you take him in your fist. You don’t bother to work him up to a rapid pace. Using the lubrication of your spit, you jerk him with an expert hand and lick away the pearly beads of pre-cum he leaks for you.

“Ah, shit,” he groans, eyes rolled back before he squeezes them shut. “Oh, fuck, babe—”

You’re already opening your mouth for his cum before he can warn you it’s coming. You know him too well. You notice all the telltale signs before you think he does — the whimpers, the shaking thighs, the rambled moans, the way his balls draw slightly upward. You’re ready to accept his warm, salty loads the second he gives them to you. 

Eddie cups your warm cheek with a ringed hand. He tries to tell you he’s cumming, but his whines get in the way. He grunts quietly, tilting his head backward and holding tightly to you as cum pulses weakly from his slit. 

The tang dribbles over your tongue and mouth. You take it all with ease. You make a big show of it, too — lolling your tongue out of your mouth and letting his cum drip onto the softening pudge of his head. Eddie’s whole body twitches when you take his sensitive cock in your mouth again to swallow it down, like a goddamn lightning strike up his spine.

“How’d I—” His voice is hoarse, so he has to stop and clear his throat. You smile, lips swollen and spit-slick, as you tuck his soft cock back into his jeans and button them again. His eyes are half-lidded and darkened when you rise to full height. “How’d I get so fucking lucky with you, huh?”

You make a vague I don’t know sound and shrug your shoulders with an innocent grin. You lean into his palm when he puts his ringed hands on your jaw. 

“Jesus fucking christ— you’re so pretty, baby— fuck.”

He’s just rambling now, still a bit dazed from his orgasm. He kisses you harder than anyone’s ever been kissed before, stealing the air from your lungs with ease. It’s like he’s amazed by his own adoration for you — the sheer intensity of it — the way it makes him stupid enough to let you suck his cock in a poorly hidden spot of a haunted house.

You don’t get caught, though. 

Not really, anyway.

There’s a security camera in front of the door you leave from. You make sure to give it a little wave on your way out.

Eddie holds your hand the entire way back to his van, opening the door for you like a total gentleman. It’s not the passenger side door, though, but rather the one in the very back. 

“What are you doing?” you wonder, all innocent like you still don’t have the taste of his cum in your mouth.

Eddie just grins at you, lopsided and pink and boyish. “Gotta return the favor, don’t I?”

[ladyinwriting18]

Kylo

A small Kylo painting in my sketchbook.

I’ll probably never be over it.

[ladyinwriting18]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked !

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently 32! There will be more! Also some of the fics I've written are old. I'm talking 2013 old lol

2. What's your total A03 word count? .........237,027 Fuck that's a lot of words LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for? A LOT LOL Mainly Star Wars and other characters played by Adam Driver. But I've also written for Marvel, House of The Dragon, Game of Thrones and Once Upon A Time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Place To Escape (NSFW Multi-Chapter Kylo x OC/Completed)

I Want Another (NSFW One Shot/ Aemond "One-Eye" TargaryenxYou

Missing The Taste Of You (NSFW One Shot/ Kylo x Reader)

The Gift (NSFW One Shot/ Sandor Clegane x Reader)

The Principal's Office (NSFW One Shot/ Modern Day Kylo x Reader) IDK WHY THIS HAS SO MANY KUDOS I DON"T THINK THIS ONE SHOT IS ANY GOOD LOL

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to my readers and honestly every comment that gets left on one of my stories touches my heart!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh.....I don't think I have any. Most of my fics are smutty one shots that end happy ;) lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I would say A Place To Escape because I worked the hardest writing that fic and Kylo and Evangeline go through A LOT before their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I once had someone comment that I must be jealous of Rey cause I write KyloxReader fics but I'm also a Reylo sooooo. But I'm sure there are people out there that talk shit about me and my writing lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All of the smut all of the time.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope. Well.....once I wrote that Heath Ledger's Joker falls through a wormhole into the real world of NYC were me and my two best friends find him and taken him home......Don't ask....and no you can't find that fic anywhere LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Not for awhile now but they're deff fun to do!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Jesus idk...there's so many.... Prob Sandor x Sansa cause I've loved them the longest.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Most likely Darkness Into Light. It's never been released but it's a multi-chapter Kylo x reader fic where reader is also an apprentice of Snoke's and Rey tempting Kylo back to the light causes all these problems. I've had the story planned out and semi-written for years now. I love my ideas for it but I don't think I'll ever have the time or energy to finish it/put it out there to the world.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like I'm mostly known for my smut writing abilities because I not only write smutty fics but also write smutty audios. Most of my followers call me "smut goblin" lol But I have been told that I'm good at writing about powerful emotions connected with SA. And that I'm good at the characterization of various characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm too hard on myself and I think I suck. I also think I'm awful at writing descriptors. Like describing what clothing looks like or a place or things like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've done it a little bit in A Place To Escape. I wanted Evangeline to have a native language that she used once or twice that Kylo wouldn't understand. But I ended up just using Italian words because.....reasons lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Oh god....I'm not even sure now because I've been writing for so long. But when it comes to my Ao3 it would be Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle for life!)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Gonna have to say A Place To Escape because I put my heart and soul into that fic. And it's also the first ever multi-chapter thing I EVER finished.

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The Start Of Something New (Bruce BannerxReader)

Summary: Meeting you sparks something new for Bruce AND Hulk.

Words: 5,852 Warnings: Sex on the first date, PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Hulk is a flirt, Only sex with Bruce tho.

When Tony had handed over the username and password to a newly made dating profile, Bruce had been very confused, and honestly, a tad reluctant.

However, after being hounded by his best friend to just give it a try, he gave in. The first few swipes had gone horribly. Most women unmatched with him after the first few messages. Or worse, they knew he was in the Avengers and had some sort of weird fetish about it. That is until he matched with you. Sweet, funny, beautiful, hard-working you. 

You were like a meteor that knocked him out of orbit.

Something different than anything he had experienced with other partners. Messaging back and forth in the app had quickly turned into an exchange of numbers. Texting with you had been easier because it gave Bruce time to analyze his responses, but hearing your laugh while talking on the phone? God, he was certain there was no better sound. You were so open and honest that communicating came naturally. Which wasn’t something he was used to after his failed relationship with Natasha. He pushes those thoughts from his mind and instead focuses on nervously pacing outside of the Aquarium. After a month of good morning texts and late-night phone calls—today is the day. The day the two of you would finally meet in person and go on your first real date. You two had shared coffee over Facetime a few times, but to Bruce those weren’t dates. This would decide if you’d want to continue communicating. And though you made him feel at ease whenever the two of you spoke, the thought of fucking it all up weighs heavily on him. Bruce checks his watch for the fifth time before catching sight of his reflection in the glass exterior of the building. He fixes his hair while giving himself a pep talk. “Come on, Bruce. You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it, just be yourself.” Your Uber pulls up just as he finishes his words of affirmation. He quickly straightens his back and turns to see you just as you step out of the car. You’re wearing the prettiest little sundress that sways softly in the summer breeze. He gulps. You look perfect. Jogging over to you, he holds out his hand to help you up onto the curb. “Hey!” He closes the car door behind you with a nervous smile, “T-thanks for coming. You look amazing.”

You can tell that Bruce is nervous and it warms your heart. Little does he know that you feel similar. Not only is he a brilliant scientist, but he has saved the world multiple times…what right do you have to spend time with him? You try not to let your insecurities show and squeeze his hand, not only as a comfort to him, but for you as well. “Aw Bruce, thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say.” You let yourself size him up before quirking your head to the side. “You look rather handsome.” His cheeks flush, though he tries to hide it by talking about where he’s chosen to take you for your date.

“I was glad to hear that you enjoy the aquarium.” He keeps your hand in his as he steers you towards the entrance. “I thought it would be the perfect place to bring a so-fish-ticated woman like yourself.” Bruce laughs at his own dad joke before rubbing his face in embarrassment. Tony had told him to keep the dumb jokes at a minimum. But then his ears perk up at the sound of you giggling and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Just like the first time he heard you laugh over the phone, he’s instantly put at ease, “Thank you for not clam-ming up at my terrible humor.” You giggle harder, your free hand coming up to grip his bicep. “Your humor is not terrible!” you lightly scold as you approach the first tank of colorful fish. They instantly capture your attention. “Wow, they’re all so beautiful!” Your hand on Bruce’s bicep feels so warm. He can’t stop himself from staring at your reflection in the glass—you look good together. 

“Which one is your favorite?” he asks to stop himself from planning out an entire future with you. It’s too soon for that. Especially when there are so many variables that could mess things up. You tilt your head to the side, taking a moment to respond, “Hmmm, probably this one.” You point to a fish with a blend of blue and purple scales. 

He nods and looks at the corresponding identification card printed next to the tank.

“Oh look here, that one is native to Wakanda. The scales are used to produce important and sustainable fertilizer for their diverse agricultural offerings.” He realizes he’s rambling, and looks to you wide-eyed. “Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get excited.” You smile and turn to face him fully. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re so smart, Bruce. I could listen to you talk for hours.” Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck. He can’t deny that the praise feels good but he feels undeserving. “I mean I only read what the identification card says,” he deflects with a teasing grin, hoping the joke would hide his insecurities. You cock your hip before playfully swatting at his upper arm. There’s such a fire in you. Bruce adores it. “You know what I mean, Doctor Banner. Now, show me which fish is your favorite?” Your curiosity about his interests has him lighting up. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you over to another tank. “My favorite is right over here.” Dropping your hand, he instead comes to stand behind you. With one hand on your waist and the other pointing out the fish. He hadn’t meant to tuck you so perfectly against him, but he did, and now he doesn’t ever want to move away. The smell of your shampoo and perfume mix together, leaving him totally captivated. It takes all his restraint to keep talking and not bury his face into your hair. 

“That’s the puffer fish, or Tetraodontidae. They have this defense mechanism, so basically, when they are threatened, they can expand to over double their size. I guess I have a soft spot for them.” 

You find yourself leaning back against his chest as you listen to his explanation. His reasoning not only makes perfect sense but shows you how insightful he can be. “I can understand why. It’s almost like you and Hulk.” You turn your head to meet his gaze. It’s only then that you both realize just how close you’ve both become. Bruce can’t help but notice that his lips are inches from yours. “Yes. It’s like me and Hulk.” His voice comes out huskier than he intends. There’s a tension building. One that’s begging to break free. All either one of you would have to do is close the last remaining inches, but before you can, Bruce’s watch beeps. It breaks the trance and has you both stepping back from one another. He checks his watch and silences the alarm. “Shoot, we have to hurry. There’s something I need to show you!” Without another word, he takes your hand and starts leading you to another part of the aquarium. There’s a bounce in his step as he walks you to the big surprise. His whole reason for picking the aquarium for your first date is because on your dating profile, you had written that your favorite animals are otters. Bruce had tucked this piece of information away until he needed it. He had painstakingly looked for an aquarium that not only had an otters exhibit but gave people the chance to pet them. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you found out. But when you both turn the corner you are instead faced with a giant sign that reads “Exhibit Closed for Renovation”. His heart drops and the blood in his veins starts to boil. He had checked the website! Had planned the entire date around this! “The website said it was going to be open!” he grits out as the hand not holding yours clenches into a fist. He feels Hulk beneath his skin, tugging to be let out. Bruce tries to suppress the feeling, but his chest begins to heave. Things have been better between them. No longer did he treat Hulk as a monster but as a part of him. Bruce made space for him in his home and life, which led to them not needing to fight one another for control. Instead, they attempted to live side by side. However, this is different. It mirrors a time when even the slightest inconvenience would trigger the Hulk. The tips of his ears and fingers prickle to a subtle shade of green. “This isn’t fair. Now everything is ruined!” He lets out a low growl and grips the hand he’s holding until you wince. You don’t have time to respond before you’re forced to rip your hand out of his grasp. That’s when you notice the color of his fingertips. Not knowing what to do to help, but not willing to abandon him, you step in front of him and cup his face. “Bruce? I need you to look at me. Nothing is ruined.” As you talk, you maneuver him backward until you’re both tucked away in a corner close to an emergency exit. You figure this is the best place for him to be if he did in fact lose control. Unfortunately, Bruce doesn’t respond. Instead, he tucks his chin to his chest and continues to breathe heavily. You say his name with a little more force, but still, nothing. He’s too preoccupied with the fury bubbling in his stomach. It causes tendrils of anger to spread through his limbs. Your words are muffled and your touch is hot. All his internal attempts to calm himself are destroyed by the deep seeded anger and self-loathing. 

“This always happens. I can’t do anything right. Everything is ruined.” You’re more panicked now, it’s evident in your tone. “Forget about the otters! I don’t care. Please, Bruce, I’m just happy to be here with you!” What do you do? How do you break him from this spell? You needed him to focus on the good! An idea pops into your mind and before you have a chance to think it over…you do it. You grip his face, jerking it towards you, and kiss him—hard on the mouth. Your arms encircle his neck, putting your all into the kiss and trembling slightly. All you can do is pray your plan works and he kisses you back. For Bruce, his world stops spinning and time stands still. The kiss is enough to bring him back to the present. His heart rate settles and his skin tone reverts to normal, but his eyes are shut tight. He can’t kiss you back, not like this. Not when you were only kissing him for your safety. So he gently pushes you away. “T-Thank you…for that but I’m…I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to…do that just to shut me up.” His words confuse you and you speak over him before he can continue, “I didn’t do it to shut you up! I did it because I wanted to and because I thought giving you something happy to think about would help.” You lose your nerve, faltering momentarily. “I…I’m sorry if I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your consent.” Bruce’s brow furrows and he finally meets your gaze again. “Wait, you wanted to kiss me?” You nod in earnest and he smiles. He brings his hand to cup your cheek. “You were so brave and strong. I can’t thank you enough for being here for me.” You relax into his touch, letting your face rest in his palm. You’re so beautiful and sweet. It makes Bruce long for things he hasn’t allowed himself to want. “I’m also sorry for assuming you were kissing me out of pity. I guess I just couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to kiss…that.” He motions behind him, to where the Hulk had almost been standing. 

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questionable look. “The Hulk is just a part of you. I know you’re used to people being afraid of him, but I’m not. I would kiss you, him, and anything else in between.” His cheeks twinge pink. Someone kissing Hulk? That wasn’t something Bruce could even fathom, but the feeling of his pulse skipping a beat tells him that his green counterpart is excited by the offer. Nervously, he chuckles at the realization. “W-Why don’t we take things one step at a time?” He says this not only to you but to appease Hulk into calming down. You take his hand and nod in agreement. The touch sends tingles from his palm and up his arm, making him feel bold. “Can I…I mean, may I kiss you? For real this time?” You nod with a smile and Bruce closes the distance between you. The kiss is soft and chaste but he can still taste the sweetness of your mouth. He hums at the taste but pulls away before he loses himself. “There’s one more thing I wanted to show you.” He extends his hand to you. “Come with me?” You take it and let him lead you to the back of the aquarium. He leads you past countless tanks of exotic fish until you come to a dark room. So dark that it’s almost pitch black, but quickly your eyes adjust, revealing tanks filled with various-sized jellyfish. You gasp at how delicate they are, their subtle glow showing their translucence. Their bodies pushing and pulling them through the water in an almost intricate dance. 

“Did you know that jellyfish are the world's oldest animal?” You shake your head ‘no’, transfixed on the tanks before you but soaking in his words like a sponge. “Scientists have found fossils indicating they preceded dinosaurs. I think they're magical.” You’re alone in this small dark space, and Bruce steps closer to whisper into your ear. “I think you’re pretty magical too.”

You gasp and turn towards him, whispering his name just before he captures your lips in another kiss. He’s more confident now, pulling you closer by your waist and gripping your hips tightly. You make out like teenagers, anxious and hungry for more. He whimpers at how good you feel and you can’t help but shudder against him in response. Your hands slide up to wrap around his broad shoulders. You feel safe in his arms so you push your body flush against him. He responds in turn, opening his mouth so that your tongues can touch. You’re so turned on that you’re certain you’ll combust, but he breaks the kiss. He’s breathing hard, clearly attempting to calm his heart rate. You give him space to do so and instead lace your fingers with his. He smiles his thanks before speaking. “How about on the way out, we take you to the gift shop so I can buy you a stuffed otter to make up for not being able to see the real ones?” You nod in excitement until it clicks that the date will be ending soon. “I would love that, but…what if after, I didn’t want to go home? What if I wanted to go home with you?” It takes Bruce a few moments to process exactly what you’re asking, but once it does his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “Yes! Uh…I mean, I would be honored.” The gift shop, walking to his car, and the drive to his home go by in a blur. One minute, you were asking him to take you home, and the next, you were holding a stuffed otter in your lap as he opened the car door for you.

You smile at the gesture, letting him help you out of his car, and walking up the front steps to his home. Little do you know, Bruce is holding his breath in hopes that he hadn’t left his home a mess before leaving. He sighs in relief after unlocking the door and seeing that the house is relatively clean. You step forward, taking in your surroundings, but his eyes are taking in your body. He imagines taking you to his bed and undressing you slowly. You move about his home, having no idea he was undressing you with his eyes. “You have a lovely home, Bruce. Most guy’s homes are…well…gross.” You giggle to yourself before placing your otter on the couch. He says your name in a way that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It sounds hot…needy…sexual. You turn to him, and like the opposite ends of two magnets, you’re pulled together–crashing into each other. No longer able to resist, your hands grope and mouths meet. You want to beg for more but he’s already hoisting you up by the waist and carrying you down the hall. You don’t know where he’s taking you, and frankly, you don’t care as long as he keeps kissing you. 

He stumbles while pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, but quickly regains his stride over to his bed so he can carefully lay you down. Your hair fans out along his pillows and he sighs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” 

Hearing him curse has you biting your bottom lip. You grip his shirt and tug him towards you until he’s leaning over you. “I want you, Bruce. I’ve wanted you since the first time we talked on the phone.” He nearly chokes at your confession because he’s certain he had made an utter fool of himself on that phone call. “Please…” Your plea breaks him from his thoughts as your fingers start working on unbuttoning his shirt. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.” Shit. Shit. Shit. This was happening. This was really about to happen. Bruce’s cock jumps within the confines of his pants. “I won’t, Princess. I won’t make you wait.” His words are rushed, breathless as trembling fingers work on unzipping your sundress. “I’ve been wanting you too.” You’re both rushing to get one another naked now. His shirt. Your dress. His pants. Your bra. His cock is freed from his boxers and Bruce sighs with relief. You blush at the sight of how hard and thick he is. It would fill you up so perfectly. He looks at you with the same amount of desire in his gaze. Your nipples harden under that gaze, causing his cock to throb. And then he’s on you, crawling over your body so he can cage you beneath him. He can’t help himself from kissing his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only when he gets to the waistband of your lace panties. “May I?”

He doesn’t need to ask, but the fact that he does warms your heart. You nod, giving your consent, and he hooks two fingers under the lace. You lift your hips, making it easier for your panties to be pulled down your legs. Once free of them, you let your legs fall away to reveal your cunt to him. You blush, knowing you’re already wet with slick. “Your kisses have been making me wet all afternoon,” you whisper, embarrassed. Bruce perks up at this information, letting a finger trace along your folds. “Wow, really? All afternoon?” You nod, your face feeling hot. “I love that you’re this wet for me.” He turns his head so he can leave kisses along your inner thigh. “I want to taste,” he groans, hungry for it. So hungry that he dives his face between your thighs, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans as the taste and scent of your cunt fill his senses. You moan at the feeling of his tongue alternating between licking your clit and slipping his tongue inside. Each time, your inner walls clench around the muscles of his tongue. “Oh God, y-you’re so good with your mouth!” you pant, starting to buck your hips. Lewdly, he devours your wetness, grunting against your flesh. His arms wrap around your thighs and pull you forward so your cunt is smashed against his face. He turns his focus on your clit, eagerly sucking on it. He’s so turned on by the noises you’re making and the taste on his tongue that he can’t stop himself from rutting into the mattress to get some relief. “I want you to cum on my face,” he declares suddenly, as if the idea just popped into his head and he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud. “Can you do that for me?” You find that you can only nod as the pleasure steadily builds throughout your limbs. “Here, let me try this,” he says as he slips his middle finger into your awaiting hole. Instantly, you grind down on it, crying out his name when he starts fingering you harder. His mouth returns to your clit, swirling his tongue over it to drive you closer and closer to the edge. And damn are you close to that edge. You scream for him, tell him how good he’s making you feel. He doesn’t let up, and without warning, your back is arching off the bed as you cum all over his face, just like he wanted you to. He works you through your aftershocks, licking up every drop of cum that spills out of you until your body slumps back onto the bed. It’s only then that he eases his finger out and sits back on his knees. “That…was incredible,” he pants with a light chuckle and then leans over you once more to leave a kiss on your temple. “Thank you for that, Princess.” You practically purr at the nickname. Usually, names like that give you the ick, but Bruce saying it gives you butterflies. “I love it when you call me that. I like being your Princess.” You hook a leg around his waist, beckoning him closer so his cock is nestled against the cleft of your cunt. He whimpers, grinding his erection against you. He wants to be inside you, wants to fuck you hard and deep, but he needs to slow down. “W-Wait, wait,” he pleads, holding your hips firm in an attempt to keep you both in place. “We…We need to talk first.” Something about his tone gives you pause. “What’s the matter?”you ask, giving him your full attention. Bruce worries at his bottom lip, wanting to say the right thing. “I don’t want to scare you but…sometimes…uh, when I cum, I turn a little…green.” A blush works its way up from his neck. “If you catch my drift.” You sit up, more intrigued than afraid, but the man before you misunderstands and continues on nervously. “You have n-nothing to worry about, I promise you. I would never let anything happen to you.” You silence him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m not afraid. Not of you or of him. I want to make you cum.” Your hand drops, replacing it with your lips, whispering against his mouth. “I want to make you both cum.”

Your acceptance of him and his other half stirs an animalistic lust from deep within him. When he moves on top of you, it feels as if it’s in tandem with Hulk. They had never moved as one before. Had never wanted the same thing so completely as they do now. 

Bruce kisses you roughly, tongues rolling along one another while their bodies grind. He aligns his cock with your opening, moaning in between your kisses. “Is that what the sweet girl wants? To make us cum so hard that we turn for you?” His voice is deeper, with pupils blown wide with lust. His words have your heart racing, and although this is your first time in Bruce’s bed…something tells you it’s both he and Hulk who would be fucking you tonight. You push your forehead against his and nod eagerly. If he was going to speak, it’s cut off by the growl that bubbles up from his throat. He’s completely overtaken by his feral alter ego, and in one fell swoop, sheathes his cock fully inside of you. You yelp, tensing at the sudden intrusion, but damn does he fill you up. However, the sound seems to bring Bruce back into himself. “S-Shit, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” 

You feel him starting to pull out of your heat. “Don’t!” you cry, wrapping your legs around him to keep him in place. “D-Don’t stop, Bruce. You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

He nods, relieved that he hasn’t hurt you, and starts rolling his hips. “Mmhh, you feel good too. So tight.” But his slow pace doesn’t last long. His hands push your legs away, giving him space to pull out and then slam back in. You both throw your heads back, swearing loudly at the first deep thrust. Your walls had clenched so perfectly around his length so he pulls out and does it again. The drag of his thick cock along your walls is making you gush. You scream his name and claw at his back. You can’t seem to focus on anything but the hard pounding rhythm of his cock. Bruce bows his head and starts kissing, biting and sucking at your breasts. He does so as passionately as he had eaten your cunt, making you wonder if he has a slight oral fixation when it comes to sex. Not that you mind. You’ll wear the marks he’s leaving on your breasts with pride. 

A hand reaches between your legs to find your clit and rub firm circles on it. You arch into his touch and thrusts, trying to meet both. It causes a wet slapping noise to fill the room as he ruts into you. 

Every thrust brings a flush of green across Bruce’s broad back. But he can’t cum. Can’t turn. 

He needs to make you cum and he needs to keep you safe. But his control is slipping the closer his orgasm becomes. “A-Am I making you feel good, Princess?” You don’t hesitate to moan your reply in between desperate pants, “Yes, fuck yes! G-Getting close. More Bruce. Fuck m-me more, make me cum!” Any momentary self-consciousness fades at the sight of you falling apart. He gives you exactly what you need and cracks his hips faster, harder, rougher, while keeping firm pressure on your clit. It has your muscles tightening, that feeling of sweet release just within reach. His movements become sloppy, unable to keep away his own orgasm for much longer. But you’re too close to cumming to notice or care. “Cum for me, Princess. I…I need you to cum with me.” His words are all you need to come crashing over the edge. Your orgasm rocks you to your core, the entire time chanting his name like he’s your own personal God. Your inner walls pulse around every throbbing inch of his cock, coaxing him to reach his own peak.

His back contorts and green flashes down his arms and legs as he cums, filling you with it as he screams, sounding more monster than man. Was he about to…turn?

You don’t have time to react, because as quickly as it started, Bruce collapses on top of you. You’re honestly too stunned to react but the sound of a whimper breaks you from it. “Bruce?” Your arms come around him so you can stroke his back and hair. “Are you alright?” 

It takes him a few minutes of heavy breathing before he’s able to lift his head.” I-I’m okay. Could we just…lay here for a little while?” He sounds exhausted and lost. It tugs at your heartstrings. “Of course, for as long as you need,” you whisper, allowing your fingers to delicately trace over the lines of his back. For a long while, you lay together with his cock still nestled inside you. Not that you mind, it feels right being close to him. When he’s ready, Bruce slowly props himself up and slips out of you before looking you in the eye. He sheepishly thanks you, looking rather flustered. “I’m uh…sorry if I scared you earlier…you just felt so good and he…” Bruce trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue, so you sit up and cup his cheek so he looks at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. You made me cum so hard. I’d let you fuck me over and over again if you wanted to.” He visibly perks up at that and can’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his features. You grin back. “I guess I made him feel good too…if he was fighting to break out.” He takes a calming breath and runs a hand through his hair. “He uh…still does.”

“Really??” You sound shocked but intrigued. “Do you…uh want to let him out? I wouldn’t mind meeting him.” Bruce hesitates, not knowing if letting Hulk out is a good idea, but then he looks back at you. His eyes roam over your beautiful naked body that is now sitting back against the headboard. 

An image of you relaxing in his bed every morning from now until the end of time flashes through his mind. But it isn’t just his fantasy…it’s Hulk’s. “Well…he does think you’re pretty.” “Really? He told you that?” You blush, biting your bottom lip, and Bruce can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you look. “It’s more like a feeling, but yes, in a way.” You nod in understanding and wait for his final say on the matter. “Okay, you and Hulk can meet,” he agrees, and you happily squeal. “I’ll see you in the morning?” “In the morning,” you repeat, and Bruce leans in to give you another kiss before standing. He makes his way over to his dresser and pulls out a clean pair of boxers that are enhanced to stretch to Hulk’s size. “Now, if anything goes wrong, don’t hesitate to use my phone and call Tony,” he says over his shoulder while slipping the boxers on. “Call Tony, got it! But everything will be fine,” you reassure as you reach over the side of the bed to grab your underwear, and Bruce’s discarded shirt and put them on. When you look back at him, he’s facing away from you with his back rounded. He groans as loudly as he did when he came but is undoubtedly pained. Green muscles ripple out from his spine, up his neck, and down his limbs. You watch amazed as he doubles in size right before your eyes. He sways for a moment before gaining his footing and turning around to face you. Your breath catches in your throat at the realization that the famous Hulk is standing in front of you. “H-Hi there. I’m–”

“HULK KNOWS.” His deep booming voice cuts you off. “You do?” Hulk nods. “YOU’RE PRETTY LADY.”  The pet name makes you giggle and move closer to him but still remain perched on the edge of the bed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Your eyes roam over him, wondering what being held in his arms would feel like. “Is…Is this where you sleep too? Or do you have your own room?” You use the questions as a way to distract your mind from thinking about his touch. He scrunches his green nose up in distaste, “BANNER’S MATTRESS TOO LUMPY. HULK HAS BIGGER BED.” He points down the hall to where the home’s second bedroom is. “PRETTY LADY WANT TO SEE HULK’S ROOM?”

“I would love that.” You smile and he holds out his hand for you to take. You do so, and with more gentleness than should have been capable of someone his size, he helps you out of bed and leads you to his room. However, the entire way, your eyes stayed glued on Hulk–memorizing and taking in the parts of him that were still innately Bruce. With your tiny hand in his massive one, he steps inside his bedroom, no longer needing to crouch down because the ceiling is higher now. The walls are covered with photos and newspaper clippings of the Avengers and their families. You smile, it’s endearing to see that he has a soft side. Hulk flops down on the extra-large mattress with a smirk, stealing your attention away from the photographs. “HULK’S ROOM BETTER. BED SOFTER AND BETTER FOR SNUGGLES.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed, silently inviting you over.  You raise a brow in his direction.

You couldn’t believe it…he was flirting with you. Boldly flirting with you at that! As if he already knew he had you right where he wanted… Those green eyes look at you like the alpha of a pack, ready to lay beside his mate. Maybe Hulk wasn’t just Bruce’s rage personified but also his self-confidence with the opposite sex. Not having an answer, you decide to climb up and join him on the bed. If he wants to be a flirt, then so would you. You lay down beside him so you can rest your head on his rather huge bicep. “Mmhm, you’re right…much more comfortable.” You smirk up at him. Seeing the smug look on your face has him laughing, his frame rumbles with it. “PRETTY LADY LIKE HULK’S ARMS BETTER! BANNER WILL BE JEALOUS.”

You shake your head at his silliness. “I love both of your arms,” you lightly scold until you yawn without warning. “Shoot, sorry about that. I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”

Hulk shakes his head at your apology and lightly pats your head. “NO SORRY. PRETTY LADY SLEEP NOW.”

You nod, suddenly finding it difficult to stay awake. He pulls you in, letting you fully nestle against him.

“BANNER SAYS PRETTY LADY LIKES HAIR PLAYED WITH.”

At first, his words confuse you, but then you remember one late-night phone conversation when you told Bruce that having your hair played with always puts you right to sleep.

You smile at the memory, confirming Hulk’s words, and his fingers find their way into your hair. He gently strokes and pets, leaving you nearly purring.

Hulk chuckles under his breath but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers. “PRETTY LADY SOUNDS LIKE KITTEN.”

“I guess that makes me Hulk’s kitten,” you mumble, trying to stifle another yawn.

“HULK’S KITTEN,” he repeats softly in agreement. “CLOSE YOUR EYES, KITTEN. HULK KEEP YOU SAFE FOR BANNER.”

Your half-lidded eyes finally fall shut.

It only takes another moment and you’re asleep.

Hulk watches you, not wanting sleep to overtake him, but it isn’t easy when he feels so relaxed with you in his arms. Eventually, exhaustion seeps in, winning him over. But just before he fully subcomes to sleep, both Hulk and Bruce share the same thought.

This would be the start of something new.

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A Gift For A Hound (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

Summary: Joffrey gives his faithful Hound a gift---you.

Words: 5,277 Warnings: PIV, Oral sex, Master/Slave,

The Hound walks down the long stone corridor that leads to his room. In his right hand he carries a wineskin filled with the first thing he could get his fucking hands on. Being the personal bodyguard to a cunt like Joffrey is no easy task. The little shit is ruthlessly cruel. Which is saying something coming from him. Sandor Clegane isn’t known for being kind hearted but he’s no Joffrey. The boy is sick in the head. He does his best to push it from his mind. The day is done, meaning he can forget the shit from the day and drown himself in wine alone until the numbness of sleep takes him. This is Sandor’s nightly ritual. One that he honestly looks forward to. But when he opens the door, he isn’t greeted by the usual solitude. Instead, there’s a naked woman kneeling on the floor beside his bed.

It takes him a moment to get over the initial shock, but when he does, his voice booms throughout his chamber. “What the fuck is this? What are you doing here?”  You lift your head to look at him, keeping your hands palms up on the tops of your knees. You’re as naked as your nameday, all except your neck. Tied around it is a yellow ribbon with three black dogs down the front—the colors and sigil of his house. “Hello, My Lord Hound.” “I’m no lord. So you can keep those meaningless titles to yourself.” You nod but stay silent. Sandor growls, nearly barking at you. “Well? Are you going to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in here?” You don’t even flinch at his raised voice, just answer him softly with a voice as warm as honey. “I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please.” His brows pull together, not understanding the words that just left your mouth. “What?” You smile and patiently repeat yourself. “I belong to you now, for as long as you want me.” Your words have his eyes roam over your body for the first time. Every curve, the smoothness of your skin, and the way the chill in the room already has your nipples hard makes his cock twitch. “I’m a gift from King Joffrey.” That catches his attention. Joffrey barely spared him a glance. Now he was giving him gifts? “You’re…my gift.” You smile warmly. “Yes. Master.” That was new. No one had ever called him that before. He isn’t sure how to feel about it, but it’s far better than being called ‘my lord’. He steps over the threshold and lets the door shut behind him before moving closer. At his approach, you once again bow your head. There’s a gentle air about you. It’s something that isn’t a typical trait to the women found on the Streets of Silk. Not that Sandor was a frequent visitor. Most women couldn’t stomach looking at his scarred face. Even when he paid them, they struggled. What was the point of wasting coin on that?

You, on the other hand, are almost intoxicatingly feminine. It makes him want to press his nose to your cunt and breathe in your scent. He looks down at you, feeling more curious and less irritated than when he first walked in. “You said you belong to me?” You nod. “So, you’ll do anything I ask you to?” You keep your eyes downcast but respond without hesitation. “Yes, Master Hound. It will bring me great pleasure to fulfill your every request.”

A tension builds through his frame. Not out of anger, but anticipation. Anticipation to feel release that he often doesn’t get unless he takes his cock in his hand. “Look at me,” he commands. You do so eagerly, looking at him without a speck of fear. He searches your eyes for the lie, determined to find it. He is the Hound afterall. Usually he could smell a liar from yards away, but with you, he only sees devotion. As if you truly wish to serve him. Most were intimidated or afraid of him, but this is something different. It’s submission. It awakens his more animalistic needs. The part that wants nothing more than to fuck and claim and breed. His unscarred eye twitches as his hand moves to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, fuck, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his gloved tumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  He starts to pull his armor and clothes from his body. You sit up on your knees, helping where you can. You manage to pull the gauntlets from his hands and unbuckle his sword belt. But the rest he does. His fingers move too fast and he knows the armor like the back of his hand. You find other ways to make yourself useful, taking items from him and gently placing them down while he throws the rest on the floor. When he’s left in nothing but his pants and boots, your hand lightly runs over the bulge in the front of his pants. Involuntarily, he bucks into your touch, wanting more. However, you make no move to continue past teasing touches. He grunts impatiently, catching your attention. Your eyes meet, your head tilting to the side as you whisper the words…. “Command me, Master.” Command? Why the fuck would he need to do that? Any other whore he’d ever slept with always took matters into their own hands and rushed to get things over with. “Tell me how to please you. I just want to please my Master.” Your pleading tone shoots right to his already hardening cock. The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin while his hand moves to the back of your skull. He pulls you in, guiding you closer to his groin.

“Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, leaving kisses along his clothed cock. Only the linen of his pants separates you, but still he can feel the warmth of your mouth. Sandor lets out a rough growl while undoing the knot at the front of his pants. “Don’t stop.” You coo as sweetly as a dove and your kisses become more passionate as moans escape your parted lips. You hold eye contact with him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. He can’t recall a time when even his fellow King’s Guard was able to look at him, let alone a woman. Everything about this is different. You are different. 

You look at him with desire. It only makes him more eager to sink his cock into you. However, once the cloth falls away to reveal his fully naked form, you sit back on your heels with your feet folded beneath you. You sit with your spine perfectly straight and your hands resting on your knees. You look more like a high born lady than a common whore. So submissive and pretty. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” His hand comes down to wrap around the length of his aching cock. Your eyes dart to the movement of his hand. You seem transfixed but still manage to respond, “My sole purpose is to give my Master pleasure. I’m your property to do with as you please.”

“My property?” he breathes and starts to slowly stroke himself. He does this more to tease you than himself. It clearly works because you only seem able to nod. A sly grin comes across his features. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “A beautiful…little thing…that belongs to me.” Sandor pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I belong to you and only you.”

“Then be a good girl and come suck your Master’s cock.” You rise onto your knees so fast that you almost take him by surprise. Within moments, you’re pushing his hand away and wrapping your own around the base while your tongue traces over the veins in his shaft. “Your cock is so thick,” you moan out. Sandor isn’t sure if you meant to say that out loud but it hardly matters once you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Your hand and mouth work in tandem—tugging firmly while lovingly sucking. That is…until you drop your hand away and swallow his cock whole. “Fucking Hells,” he swears and involuntarily bucks his hips forward. You hum, tightening your lips around his thickness as you pick up the pace and bob your head up and down. He watches you intently. Dark brown irises burn with lust as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “Filthy thing is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he pants, dick stiffening and pulsing in your mouth. 

You nod with a happy little hum, and Sandor can’t fight the smile that tugs at the corners of his scarred lips. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants more. His hand shoots out to grip the back of your head as thick fingers tangle in the locks of your hair. He moves you up and down at just the right pace. You obey his physical command, allowing him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. Sandor is by no means a small man and his cock is no different, but you handle it with skill. The sloppy, wet sounds of you sucking with such enthusiasm makes him feel drunk. The pleasure courses through him, all the way down to his toes. It’s almost too much. And your big, beautiful eyes don’t make it any easier. They’re full of affection while unshed tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how wide your mouth is stretched open. He slams his cock into your throat, hitting as deeply as you can possibly take him. Your hands and nails dig into his thighs to hold yourself steady. “That’s it,” he grunts, “take it.” You moan and gag with your brows knit together. He would have thought you were in pain if it wasn’t for the blissed expression on your face.

Sandor takes all of you in, wanting to commit the image of you gagging on his cock to memory. So that when you were gone, he’d at least still have that. But that’s when he catches sight of you pressing your thighs together. The blood in his veins sings. You’re getting off on this.

On pleasing him. On having his cock in your mouth. On obeying. Suddenly, having you down on the ground isn’t enough. He forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock out of your mouth. You whine at the loss and lean forward to try and get him back in your mouth, but not even your alluring mouth will keep a man like The Hound from getting what he wants. Bending at the waist, he shoves his hands under your armpits and lifts you up from the ground before throwing you onto his bed. You yelp when your back hits the mattress. Sandor simply grins at your shock from being so easily manhandled.  “Is that cunt as pretty as your face, girl?” Blood rushes to your cheeks, coloring them, but still you open your legs, baring yourself. You’re a soaking, dripping mess. He’s certain he’s never seen a cunt as wet as yours is right now. It makes his throat feel dry…and in desperate need of a drink. Not willing to wait any longer, Sandor sinks to his knees and dives his face between your thighs. His tongue drags along your folds before it grazes your clit. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch into his mouth. “More. Please, give me more.” Your pleas are sweet. So sweet that he’s no longer interested in teasing. He repeats the movement of his tongue but this time uses the flat of it to press firmer against your sensitive bud. You cry out, thighs closing tightly around his head. Sandor grunts, his arms sliding under your legs. He curls them around your thighs and uses his hands to keep your legs apart. With your movements restricted, he smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and manage to throw a leg over his shoulder. Your foot presses against his broad back, using it as leverage to grind your hips towards his mouth. He smirks, proud that he’s the one eliciting such a response from you. While it’s true he rarely spends his coin on whores, this skill was something he learned long before his days at King’s Landing. In his youth, there had been a servant girl who worked in the kitchens. They had grown up together and thus she hadn’t ever feared his burned face. Exploring one another's bodies had felt natural. That’s how Sandor became acquainted with the taste of women. Once upon a time, they might have been married…if Gregor hadn’t found out and killed her in a jealous rage. Sandor forces the past from his mind. There’s no use in it when he has your cunt filling his senses. He savors the taste on his tongue, using it to flick your clit while sucking on it. You continue to buck and cry out, the pleasure clearly building for you. But he doesn’t want you reaching your peak just yet. He moves away, only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more wet. It’s a delicious sight.

“Messy thing,” he praises, and he can feel the way your toes curl against his back. “You know,” he continues, “I usually spend my nights drinking but you’ve interrupted that.” Purposely, he pauses, letting you think he’s actually upset. You whimper, ready to apologize but Sandor speaks over you, his voice huskier than before. “Are you going to make it up to me, girl? And give me something else to drink?” You stumble over your words but still manage to speak, “Y-Yes Master, anything.”

Sandor hums from the back of his throat and swipes your clit with his tongue before answering. “Then be a good little slut and cum on my tongue.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, he runs his tongue to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. He probes your entrance before letting it fill you. You gasp in time with his moan. No longer can he taste the wine he was previously drinking. His taste buds are filled with nothing but your cunt. He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your hands find his head, fingers tangle in hair in an attempt to tug him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, you’re so good with your tongue, Master!” Usually Sandor hates being touched without permission, but you’re so desperate it feels like he’d be committing a sin if he stopped you.

Besides, you’re dripping down his chin and giving him exactly what he wanted—a drink. But like a man starved, he wants more. He presses his thumb to your clit to stroke it. You throw your head back and sing. It’s the purest music he’s ever heard. 

The louder you moan, the harder his cock throbs.

For the next few moments, the only sounds are your cries of pleasure and his grunts against your core.

It isn’t long before you start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake.

“I…I’m going to–”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for Sandor to know that you’re about to cum. He doesn’t let up the movements of his tongue or the pressure to your clit but still you try to force words out of your mouth. “P-Please. Please can I–?” Realization flashes through him. You were asking for permission to cum. Why you think you needed to ask, Sandor doesn’t know, but Gods if it isn’t the most erotic fucking thing. He moves away just enough to speak. “Go on, girl. Give me what I want and cum.” His tongue plunges back into your depths and you spasm around it. When your orgasm hits, your entire body goes rigid and breathy, unrestrained moans bleed from your throat. His cock twitches wildly in response, precum surely dripping onto the stone floor he’s kneeling on. You’ve coated his tongue with your juices, making Sandor wonder if you’ll do the same to his cock. He works you through your aftershocks while drinking from you, licking up every drop he can.   It's only when you fall limply back onto the mattress that he stops and removes his tongue and fingers from you. He sits back to look you over. You’re even more beautiful with a flushed face and glossed over eyes.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Master,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Rising onto the bed, he grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you towards him. His mouth crashes onto yours, forcing his tongue past your parted lips.

You return the kiss in a flurry of passion while your hands roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your kiss, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue.

Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock.

He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “Make me belong to you.” “I thought you already did,” he teases gruffly with his hot breath in your face. “You’re my property, remember?” Color blooms across your cheeks, but whether it’s in satisfaction or embarrassment, Sandor isn’t sure. “I am. I belong to you, Lord Hound. I’m your—” He barks over you, cutting you off. “What did I say about that ‘my lord’ shit?” You instantly close your mouth, lips pressing into a thin line at your mistake. Fucking hells. He wanted to fuck you, not scold you. Sandor lets out a breath and forces himself to soften his tone. “I don’t need fancy titles, my name is good enough.” Your expression falls, the color draining from your cheeks. “King Joffrey only referred to you as ‘The Hound’. Is…Is that not your name?” You look upset, bordering on mortified but Sandor can’t stop the gruff laugh that bubbles from his chest. 

“I should have known that slimy little bastard would pull something like that.” You look thoroughly confused. His dark eyes look you over, your once pliable body now stiff as stone. However, it’s the ribbon of his house sigil that catches his attention. It doesn’t have the same appeal now that he knows you don’t know what it means. “And I’m guessing he didn’t tell you the meaning behind this?” he questions bitterly and starts untying it from around your neck. You shake your head ‘no’. “Just that it would please you to see me wear it.” He pulls the ribbon free, but before he can toss it away, you grip his large hand with both of yours. “Tell me? Please, Master, I want to know.” You ask so sincerely that it halts his movements. Your eyes meet, and all his willpower leaves him. “It’s the sigil for my house.” “House?” you prompt in hopes he’ll continue. 

“Clegane.” You smile bright, repeating after him so you could lock the information away forever. Sandor, on the other hand, is too distracted by the new rush of blood that pumps down to his groin. When he doesn’t say anything else, you squeeze his hand gently. “And my Master’s given name?” “Sandor.” “Sandor.” You take your time saying it, as if tasting his name on your tongue. “Sandor Clegane,” you whisper with a smirk, noticing how he starts leaning in closer. He doesn’t stop, forcing you to shift your position and slowly lay back onto the bed. “Master Sandor.”  You moan and he growls. Your legs part to accommodate him and he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. “You don’t need to call me Master.” Your smirk widens. “But you like it when I do.” He huffs because you’re right. “Fucking vixen,” he snarls and kisses you hard. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and your legs hike up to his hips, allowing his cock to press against your core. You’re still so warm and wet that it’s almost painful to not plunge himself inside. And maybe he would have if you hadn’t been so smug just now. “Beg,” he commands, while the hand not holding him up grips your neck. “And tell your Master what you want.” His fingers wrap effortlessly around your throat. He doesn’t do this to hurt you, just to apply enough pressure so you know who’s in charge. To his surprise, you moan and tilt your head back to give him better access. “That’s better,” he coos and rewards you by running his tongue from your jawline to the shell of your ear. “Brat just needed to be put back in her place, didn’t she?” His hot breath in your ear gives you goosebumps. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” “Then prove it.” He gives your throat another squeeze before releasing it. “I’ll behave, I swear.” Your hands run from his forearms, over his muscular shoulders and down his chest until the swell of your breasts are pressed against him. “I just want my Master to claim me. Want to feel him inside.” You pause and rock your hips forward to grind your cunt against his length. “Please, Sandor? Please fuck me.”  It’s his name that does him in. He isn’t used hearing it, let alone someone saying it while asking him to fuck them. He straightens his back and guides your legs to fully wrap around his waist. You continue pleading but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. He breathes out, watching his cock glisten from your juices when he pulls out a bit. Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full but also whole.

“Is this what you wanted, girl? To be speared on my cock and used?” “Yes!” you cry, trying to arch back to get his cock deeper. “Please use me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

At that, he slams into you, not being able to wait any longer. You yelp at the pressure, screaming and twisting your fists into the bedsheets. There’s no way he could keep his pace slow, not when you feel this good melting around his cock. 

You had said you wanted to be ruined. Sandor Celegane might not be a lord, or a knight, or a gentleman, but he could most certainly ruin you with his cock.

He repositions your legs, throwing them over his shoulders so that your feet are by his ears. He’s able to fuck you even deeper now, his balls smacking against you with every brutal thrust.

His rhythm is rough and steady. And with how tightly he holds your legs in place, you can do nothing but lay there moaning and clenching around him. 

“You’ll never forget this. When the next flimsy little knight comes along to fuck you, it’ll be my cock you think about.” 

Your eyes screw shut, the pleasure building in your lower belly. It feels like he’s everywhere, filling your cunt and taking over your mind and body. How you manage to nod in response is beyond you. But a nod isn’t good enough.

“Say. It,” he snarls, punctuating his words with even deeper thrusts. You curl your toes with a whine. “It’ll be your cock, Master! Only your cock.” “Mhmm, good girl.” He looks down at where your bodies are joined and sees his cock, hard, ribbed with veins and coated in your juices as it thrusts in and out of your wet hole. It’s a glorious sight and it has his orgasm threatening to hit, but there’s something he has to do first. And that’s making you cum. He reaches between your bodies and easily finds your clit. He rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breathing, rubbing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now. ”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way.

He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm all over him. It’s too much and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. Like a cat having their head scratched, an almost purring like sound leaves you at the feeling of him filling you with his seed. It has Sandor feeling dazed as to why that would please you, but his focus is on steadying his breathing as he comes down from cumming for the first time in fuck knows how long. Your breathing is also labored, while your eyes struggle to stay open. It’s clear you’re fighting off sleep. He carefully slips out of you, even more careful not to jostle you as he sits on the edge of the bed. He finds his wineskin from earlier by the foot of the bed. Greedily, he drinks from it until his throat no longer feels dry. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of your naked form. If he was this thirsty, then your throat must be raw after all that screaming. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. You whine, eyes fluttering open, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. “Here, this will help soothe your throat.” He hands you the wineskin, which you graciously take. Sandor watches you take long, slow sips. A drop slips past your mouth and drips down your chin to land on your breast. He grins. He likes a woman who doesn't mind getting dirty. You’re just as beautiful now as you were when he first walked in to you demurely sitting on the floor. “Will you tell me your name?”

You lower the wineskin from your lips and say it with a smile. This time it’s he who repeats you, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. You nod, smiling at him before taking another drink. He stands and starts making his way to the basin of water set on a small table in the corner of the room. “Drink as much as you like. I can get more,” he says from over his shoulder as he starts washing away the sweat on his chest and the slick that you’ve managed to coat even his balls in. Afterwards, he puts on a pair of lightweight sleep pants. When he turns back to you, he expects to find you still drinking or dressing, but instead he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your nightclothes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Sandor grunts under his breath, he should have known this wouldn’t last. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The bite in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His brows pull together in confusion, “Joffrey didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. That angers him. Joffrey was a callous shit but to leave you with nothing was just cruel. “No personal belongings? How the fuck did he expect you to get home after this?” You flinch, once again looking away. “The King said….” you trail off. “Nevermind, Master.” Your discomfort radiates off of you. Quietly, he fishes out a clean shirt out of a trunk at the end of the bed and makes his way over to you. “Arms up, Little One.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey and he slips the shirt over your head and helps you dress. “This damn thing is going to look more like a dress on you, but it’ll do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Sandor is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. You do and he continues. “Do you know why they call me ‘The Hound’?” You stare at him in fascination and shake your head. “Because I can smell a lie as easily as I can breathe. So out with it. What’s upsetting you?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip before responding. “King Joffrey told me I didn’t need to pack anything because he bought me from the keeper of the pleasure house. He…” You falter, trying to find the bravery to continue. “He said that if you didn’t wish to keep me once we were through, that he’d pass me around to his other guards until they used me up. Or that maybe he’d kill me himself.” Rage boils in his blood. Not only because Joffrey put you through hell, but because he suddenly can’t bear the thought of another having you. “No one is going to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” Sandor nearly chokes because he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew is that he didn’t want Joffrey or any other to get their hands on you. “Is…Is that what you want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Well don’t go making it sound like it’ll be all sunshine and lemoncakes. I’m not by any means a joy to live with and—” But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “Thank you, Sandor,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable. No one had ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it. The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone. He likes the way it feels having you close. It makes him feel things. Things he doesn’t have a name for. You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked against his chest. 

There was no way of knowing what the future held, but Sandor Celange did know one thing….. This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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"Moon Cycle" (Jack Gladney x Reader)

Summary: Having a uterus really sucks sometimes. Especially when you're curled up in bed with horrendous cramps. Luckily your boyfriend Jack Gladney is here to help make you feel better.

Words: 3,475 Warnings: Period Sex, PIV, Fingering, Daddy Kink.

You lay curled up in bed with a book, trying to ignore the constant throb of pain that’s currently coming from your uterus.

Your period is two days early. Which isn’t a big deal, except for the brutal cramps that had unexpectedly cut into your day. What’s worse is nothing is helping to dull them. Not painkillers or your trusty heating pad.

Which is why you’ve resigned yourself to the bedroom you share with your boyfriend.

You and Jack have been seriously dating for a little over six months, but it was only a few weeks ago that he asked you to move in with him.

He had told you the house was much too big and lonely for one person. Sure, his children came to visit but usually it was just him.

That is until he met you.

Over time, dinner at his place turned into sleepovers and sleepovers turned into spending entire weekends in his bed. It didn’t take long for the both of you to miss one another on the nights you slept alone.

So when Jack asked you to move in, you didn’t hesitate. Anything to be closer to him.

The only downside is…privacy.

You’re used to dealing with more…embarrassing problems on your own.

Sickness, stomach aches, period cramps.

All things you were shy to deal with in front of Jack.

Not that he’s squeamish. He’s lived with women before and raised children. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to be that vulnerable in your new home.

At least, not yet.

Perhaps a quick nap before Jack got home would help improve your mood. Then you could go about the rest of your day like normal.

You put your book down and snuggle down under the covers just as the front door opens.

The sound of Jack’s voice echoes through the house. He’s calling for you, panic evident in his tone while he searches downstairs.

“Sweetheart? I saw your car in the driveway. Why are you home so early? Is everything okay?”

He calls your name again and this time you speak up.

“I’m up here!”

Heavy footfalls, along with his slightly labored breath can be heard on the steps. He must be jogging up them in an attempt to get to you faster. Hearing you speak isn’t enough to soothe his worry, he needs to see you too.

The bedroom door swings open, revealing you to one another and Jack lets out a relieved sigh.

“There you are.” In the next instant, he’s by your side, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed and leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Gave me a scare when I pulled up.”

You touch his cheek with your hand. “I’m sorry I worried you. I’m fine.”

You’re hoping he’ll just drop the issue, but Jack is much too curious for that.

“But then why are you home so early? And why are you laying in bed before dinner? Are you sure everything is alright?”

His arms are around you, trying to tug you closer but you harden yourself. You don’t want cuddles, you want to curl into a ball until the pain is gone.

“I already said I’m fine!” you snap, more forcefully than you intended.

Jack barely bats an eye, just gives you a quizzical look. “What’s gotten into my Princess? She seems rather cranky today.”

You pout, your hormones have your mood flaring further. “I am not.”

“You most certainly are,” he says with a chuckle while reaching out to pet your head, but you pull away with a growl.

You know he means well but your emotions cloud the rational side of your brain.

“I’m NOT cranky! I just have my fucking period.”

A sympathetic understanding comes over his features. “Oh my poor girl, is that what’s going on?” He takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze. “Do you need anything?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as your eyes prickle with tears. His tenderness causes your emotions to shift.

“I already took medicine for the cramps but they aren’t working.”

“Aw, Babygirl. I’m sorry.” He uses his thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. The touch helps to calm you.

“Have you tried a heating pad?” he continues, but you quickly nod your head with a whimper.

At this rate, the tears were going to spill over.

You hate being weak.

And you hate admitting that your body is doing this to you and making you feel utterly disgusting. You know it’s perfectly natural and that there’s no shame in menstruation but that doesn’t change how gross your body feels.

However, it also doesn’t change how badly a part of you wants to be taken care of.

“I’ve tried everything and it still hurts. Everything hurts, Daddy.”

The dam breaks, tears rolling down your cheeks as sobs build up in your body. This time when Jack tugs you forward, you don’t fight it. Effortlessly, he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you, cradling you to him.

“Shhhh, you’re alright. Daddy is here now and he’s going to take care of everything.”

You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes. “R-Really?”

Jack softly smiles, “Of course. Let's lay you back against the pillows and get you comfy.”

You let him move you where he wants even though you’ve already tried everything to find relief from the cramps. What could laying down do?

However, once you’re on your back, Jack makes a move to roll down your pants.

You sit up, alarmed and very confused. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles at your reaction. “I’m going to help you with those pesky cramps.”

“By taking my pants off?” You’re frowning at him and trying to pull your legs to your chest, but Jack holds you in place by your hips.

“Yes, sweetheart. Haven’t you heard that having an orgasm is a surefire way to relieve menstrual cramps?”

Your nose wrinkles in distaste. “That can’t be true, and besides, that’ll be messy and gross.”

Now it’s his turn to frown. “Don’t say such things. Nothing about you could be gross.”

You huff, rolling your eyes in defiance. “Jack, I’m being serious. If you touch me right now, you’ll get blood all over you.”

The look in his eyes darkens. “Mmmh, I hope you make a mess of me, Babygirl.”

His tone has changed, and you recognize it and what it means.

He’s aroused.

You’re confused by it, but your body responds on instinct. His arousal spikes your own. A warmth spreads over your limbs and your thighs involuntarily clench together.

“D-Daddy?” you trip over your words.

Jack catches your shift in tone as quickly as you did his. His hands rub circles on your hips as a smirk comes over his face. It has him looking twenty years younger.

“Let me help you feel better. Just trust me?”

Your resolve is softening. All you want is for the pain to go away. You hesitantly nod.

“O-Okay, but what about the sheets?”

“I can get a towel if that will help ease your mind?”

You nod and Jack rises to his feet, but not before kissing your forehead sweetly. “You just relax and undress for Daddy.”

You nod again and he heads to the bathroom. While he’s gone, you strip out of your clothes and lay back down on the bed.

When he returns, he not only has a towel but he’s stripped out of his suit and dress pants. Leaving him in only an undershirt and his boxers. You smile, loving that no one else got to see the great Professor Gladney like this.

He comes over to you, towel in hand.

“Lift your bottom, Sweetheart.” You do and he slips the towel under you. “That’s a good girl.”

“Jack? Are you really into this?”

“Into what?” he questions.

“Fucking girls on their periods? The blood doesn’t bother you?”

The laugh that bubbles forth has his entire body shaking. “Babygirl, I’ve seen my ex-wives deliver children. So no, the blood doesn’t bother me.” He moves to lie down beside you, using one arm to hold himself up. That leaves his other hand free to trail down your body and then back up again. “And besides, I’ve always found that this time of the month causes the body to be…”

He trails off for a moment.

His fingers find their way to your nipple and he lightly pinches it.

You gasp, rather loudly with your back arching off the bed.

Jack grins and finishes his sentence, “...rather sensitive.”

His thumb runs over it until it hardens. The entire time you twitch and whimper. It only makes Jack all the more smug.

“See? You’re so responsive.” His hand moves to your neglected breast and teases it the same way.

You find yourself only capable of nodding. These heightened sensations are all new to you.

Sure, you felt extra horny while on your period. But you had never touched yourself, let alone had sex during it.

Your toes curl when you feel dampness pooling between your legs. He barely touched you and yet you're already aflame with desire.

“I…I want more, Daddy.”

Your embarrassment is as evident as the blush across your cheeks, but all Jack does is incline his head and peck your nose with his lips. You whine and grip the front of his shirt, hopeful that he’ll give in.

“What’s the magic word?”

You control your pout, knowing misbehaving won’t get you what you want.

“Please give me more?”

“That’s my good girl.” He smiles, letting his hand roam down between your legs.

You part them, eager for his touch. He finds your clit with ease, knowing your body as well as he knows the subject he teaches. He starts off slowly, stroking your clit gently, but it doesn’t take long for him to find a rhythm that has you gasping.

Your hips arch, seeking more friction.

“That’s it, Princess. Grind into Daddy’s fingers.”

“M-My clit feels like it’s throbbing!” you pant, still rolling your body into his touch.

Jack looks mildly concerned but doesn’t stop. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head, practically humping his hand at this point. “N-no! But I—” You gulp down oxygen, needing to fill your lungs. “I think…I’m gonna cum.”

“So quickly?” He smugly asks.

You nod frantically, not sure if you’ll be able to stop your body's natural response.

Without warning, Jack plunges two of his fingers into your sopping hole and curves the tips upwards to touch your g-spot.

“Cum for Daddy.”

You already are even before he finishes speaking.

Your body convulses as your fingers and toes curl. It feels so undeniably good that the air in your lungs is forced out by you shouting his name.

Time sluggishly moves by as you try to come down from the high. As good as cumming felt, your muscles still feel tense.

Like your body needs more.

You hear Jack’s voice but you can’t fully make out his words. What you do know is that his tone is filled with love.

“Sweetheart? Can you hear me?”

You manage to groan so he at least knows you’re alright.

He starts to rub soothing circles on your lower stomach and whispers soothingly into your ear, “Shhh, take your time. I’m right here.”

It takes a few minutes but your senses return to you. Your eyes flutter open to find Jack leaning over you.

You swallow thickly before opening your mouth to speak.

“Hi.”

Jack chuckles. “Hello there, sweet girl. How do you feel? Do the cramps still hurt?”

You take a moment to take stock of your body so you can give him an accurate answer. “I think…I think they hurt less.”

A smile breaks out over his features. “Glad I could help.” He starts to pull away so he can stand. “Let me grab a washcloth to–.”

“Wait!” You cut him off and grip the front of his cotton undershirt. “Don’t go.”

You don’t mean to sound as needy as you do but you can’t help it. He’s awoken a hunger in you that still needs to be fed.

Jack stills and sinks back down beside you, but says nothing. You know him well enough to guess that he’s waiting for you to explain yourself.

You bite your bottom lip. The stubbornness you felt earlier doesn’t want to give in and prove him right. Saying it would do nothing but inflate his ego and while you rather enjoy when your Daddy is feeling self-confident, you still struggle to be truly vulnerable.

It’s the brat inside you that doesn’t want to admit defeat.

Unfortunately, your cunt feels unbearably empty while your clit aches.

You want—no NEED more.

You’re certain you’ll go insane if you don’t find relief.

“I…I want more.”

“More?” he sounds surprised. So surprised that you can actually feel your cheeks burning.

Your thoughts are jumbled, causing you to stumble over your words. Luckily, Jack speaks up before you can embarrass yourself further.

“Does my Princess need my fingers to cum again?”

You shake your head ‘no’ because you want more than just fingers.

“N-Not Daddy’s fingers. I want more.”

“Oh? I guess Daddy was right about feeling good while cumming on your period.”

Smug bastard.

You force yourself not to pout and instead peek up at him through your lashes. “It felt so good. I-I can’t help but want more.”

He’s still so smug when he speaks again, “How would you like me to give you more?”

You pout because you’re certain he knows what you want. He’s just playing dumb to get you to say it.

“I want Daddy’s cock.”

Jack leans in and leaves a kiss on your nose, “I thought you’d never ask.” He breathes out as he pushes his crotch to your thigh, letting you feel how hard his cock is.

You gasp, squirming to try and get even closer but he’s already repositioning between your legs.

His hands go to the elastic waistband of his boxers and push it down, freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is already wet with pre-cum.

You whine at the sight, wanting him to hurry up. But they aren’t needed because Jack rubs his cock along the folds of your cunt.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on your cycle for so long. I’ve dreamt of it.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You always felt so unattractive on your period and here he was fantasizing about it.

“I-I don’t understand. Why?”

“I told you–because you're so much more sensitive and wetter because of the blood.” He sounds breathless but still manages to line himself up with your entrance.

Ever so slowly he slips inside.

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. He stretches you open like he always does but right now it feels more.

You can’t explain it.

It’s like your inner walls are quivering around his thick length.

Jack asks you if he’s hurting you. You’d be touched by his concern if you weren’t so desperate.

“Fuck me, Jack, please! Please just fuck me.”

He doesn’t waste another second before rolling his hips into yours.

You feel so full even though you’re certain you can feel blood dripping from your slit. His cock slides so smoothly in and out of you–it has you both groaning.

It isn’t long before he picks up his pace, fucking you rough.

Your hands move to grip his forearms, clinging on and digging your nails into his flesh.

“That’s it, Babygirl, hold on to Daddy.” His brows knit together when you clench rather tightly around him. He swears with a growl, “Fuck, how you manage to keep this pussy so tight is beyond me.”

You whimper, his dirty talk always helps get you off.

“You’re so warm, fuckkkk, look at you gushing everywhere for me.”

He sounds delirious, but still, your eyes follow his gaze and see that his are glued to where your bodies meet. You look down to see how sticky and bloody his cock looks whenever he pulls back before thrusting it back in.

You can’t help but think it looks like crushed raspberries.

You should feel embarrassed but seeing the way Jack is looking at you makes you feel worshiped.

Like you’re a fertility Goddess that he’s just lucky enough to lay with.

“My perfect girl, tell me, how am I making you feel? Does my cock feel good hitting you deep while your womb sheds all over me?”

Your mouth falls open. You can’t believe that it’s your cycle that has him acting like this.

Like a wolf howling at the moon.

“Come on, Princess. Talk to me.”

You force words out of your mouth, not bothering to overthink them.

“I don’t want Daddy to stop. I-I want him to fuck my cunt until it’s empty so he can fill me.”

You swear Jack bites his tongue to stop himself from cumming too soon. When he speaks again, his voice is nothing more than breathless growls.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? For Daddy to bless this little cunt with his cum?”

You whine at his choice of words and arch your back, “Yes Daddy! Give me your blessing!”

He leans in to huff in your face. “Not until you give me another orgasm.”

His fingers smash against your clit, stroking it firmly. You’re suddenly plummeting toward your climax. The combination of being impaled on his cock and your clit being perfectly stimulated has your inner thighs shaking around Jack’s waist.

You're chanting his name as his balls start slapping against you.

The noise is loud, sloppy, and so very wet.

Knowing the noise must be from your slick, blood, and Jack’s sweat has your eyes rolling back into your skull.

The filthy noises of your body, his grunts, the stretch of his cock, and his fingers on your clit make it impossible to do anything else other than shake.

Shake and cry out.

No thoughts.

No cramps.

No pain.

No moodiness.

Only pleasure.

“I’m cumming, Daddy! I’m cumming!”

You nearly choke just getting the words out, but it doesn’t seem to matter because Jack is clearly about to reach his peak as well.

Beads of sweat form across his brow, some rolling down his prominent nose. His mouth falls open, with huffs of breath.

“C-Cum with me, Babygirl. Cum with Daddy.”

He doesn’t need to say it because it’s already happening. Your back cranes off the bed as the inner walls of your cunt spasm tightly around his girth.

It’s enough to push Jack over the edge, and he cums deep within your depths with a shout.

Everything is euphoric.

The throb radiating through your body.

The feeling of being filled to the brim with cum.

The tired but blissed-out look on his face.

You could die right this second and go happily.

As carefully as he possibly can, Jack slips out and groans when a mix of semen and cum drip out of your now fucked out hole.

He slumps down beside you onto his back and slinks an arm around your waist to bring you to his chest. You feel boneless so you don’t fight against it.

You can hear his still rapidly thumping heart beneath your ear.

Hearing it has you smiling.

That’s when your eyes roam over both of you. You see the blood, and how he hasn’t bothered to clean off his cock.

The whine leaves you before you’re able to stop yourself. But as if Jack can read your mind, he cups the back of your head to guide it back to him.

“Shhhhh, it’s fine. We’ll go clean up in a bit, alright?”

It doesn’t seem like there’s any room to argue so you give in with a nod.

“Good girl.”

The two of you lay snuggled up in peaceful silence.

That is until…

“Jack?”

He hums at the sound of his name.

“Is this why you used to always try to come over to my place whenever I had my period? To fuck me?”

He snorts, stifling his laughter by turning his head and pressing a kiss to your hairline. “No babygirl, not to fuck you. To take care of you.”

You give him a quizzical look, “But you said–”

“I know what I said,” he cuts you off and taps your nose with his finger to keep you quiet. “I’m not denying that I fantasized about it, but all those times, all I really wanted was for you to let down your guard and allow me to take care of what’s mine.”

You soften at that and melt even further into him. “I promise I’ll let Daddy help take care of me from now on.”

A sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Princess.”

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Title: Tail (Flip Zimmerman x Reader) Summary: Your Alpha has been too busy at work. But now that he has some time off, you're ready to surprise him with a pair of ears and a tail.

Words: 2,772

Warnings: A/B/O, AlphaxOmega, anal play, butt plug, knotting, PIV, spanking, wolf ears & a tail.

You put Flip’s dinner in the refrigerator with a sigh. You’re certain he won’t be home anytime soon. For the past few weeks, he’s been knee-deep in a case. Which meant almost all of his time was spent down at the station.

You don’t hold it against him. You’re proud to have such a brave and passionate mate.

However, that doesn’t stop you from missing him…desperately so. Still, you do your part as his Omega. You leave him dinner, pack his lunches, and write love notes back and forth to one another.

It isn’t the same, but it’s something.

You’re about to settle on the couch with a book when the phone rings. Wanting to get on with your night, you quickly answer.

“Zimmerman residence.”

“Hello there, little omega.”

You instantly perk up, “Flip! I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

He hums. “Hopefully it’s a nice surprise.”

“A very nice surprise. I’ve missed the sound of your voice. The nights are so lonely without you.” You try to stifle your whimper, not wanting to turn the conversation sad.

“I know, sweetheart, but I have a second surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve just been given the next four days off.”

You squeal in delight, earning you a laugh from the other end of the call.

“We just wrapped up the case, so they’ve given me some time off. I’ll be home in about an hour.”

You feel so happy you could cry. “Oh Alpha! That’s wonderful. Come home to me, Flip. Please just come home.”

“Consider me already out the door. I’ll see you soon.”

The moment he hangs up, you spring into action. After being apart for so long, you want tonight to be memorable.

And you have just the thing.

You rush up the steps to your bedroom and reach under your bed to grab a box that you’ve been hiding. The box read “Grey Wolf Tail Anal Plug & Ear Set”. You blush just holding it.

A few months ago, you and Flip had been out drinking at a bar. Drunkenly, he had admitted to wondering what his Omega would look like in a pair of ears and a tail. The thought had turned you on so much that the next day you went to your local sex shop.

Before you dared to admit what you’d bought, Flip picked up a new case.

But now?

Now would be the perfect time to surprise him.

Wanting everything to be perfect, you light candles and place them around your bedroom. You also add extra pillows and blankets to the bed, making sure to rub your scent into them first.

Satisfied with the overall look and smell of the room, you rush to shower and get ready for your Alpha’s return. Time is limited, so you don’t bother picking out lingerie, you simply lay in the nest you’ve made and apply lube to the plug and your tight, puckered hole.

The plug is bigger than anything you’ve taken before, but you want to be the perfect little wolf for your mate. It takes some time, but thinking of Flip's reaction and using your fingers to open yourself up makes it easier to slip the plug in.

You whine at the stretch of it…at how full your ass feels. Your toes curl and you squeeze your thighs together. Your cunt is already so soaked. You feel as if you could already cum but you won’t.

Not without Alpha.

Slowly, you stand and push the wolf ears headband into your hair. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and you shiver. Completely naked in only the ears and the tail that hangs from the plug.

You look like a real wolf.

You make your way to the front door, tail swinging with every step. You’re so turned on that you’re sure your scent fills your home. You sink to your knees by the front door and wait for Flip to arrive home.

By the grace of God, every traffic light is green between the station and home. After the long hours, investigations, paperwork, and late nights, all Flip wants is to sink into his Omega’s embrace. Your caring nature, your soft hands, your submissiveness that’s only reserved for him.

It’s all he wants…all he needs.

His cock swells in his tight jeans at the thought.

He can’t get this truck parked in the driveway fast enough. Practically running up the front steps and jamming his key into the lock.

That’s when he smells you. You must be soaked.

Maybe even dripping.

Flip groans, the hunger for you growing.

The door flings open and his jaw drops at the sight before him. There you are, kneeling on the floor naked with a pair of ears on.

“Holy fucking shit.”

He takes a step closer to you, letting the door shut behind him.

His nostrils flare. You smell divine.

“Omega–is that a tail?” There’s an edge to his voice that almost sounds dangerous. But you know your Alpha well, and he’s simply trying to stay in control from tearing into you.

You nod and perch up on your knees more. A silent invitation for him to get a better look at you.

He walks around you, almost like a hunter would stalk his prey. Standing behind you, he can see how the tail sits perfectly inside your puckered hole.

A low growl emits from his throat. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end at the sound. You whimper and Flip crouches down, pressing his nose to your mating gland.

“Such a little anal slut.”

Your whimpers grow louder, but it doesn’t deter him from continuing to whisper to you.

“Did you buy the ears and tail for me?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

The scent of his hunger invades what little space there is between you. It’s dizzying.

“Then we better put them to good use.” The tip of his nose runs along your shoulder, allowing himself a moment to enjoy your scent before continuing, “Be a good Little Wolf and crawl to our bedroom. Let's see if that tail can wag for me.”

You can feel the slick between your thighs. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. It makes you all the more antsy. But still, you position yourself on your hands and knees.

Slowly, you crawl from the front door to the bedroom, swinging your hips slightly so the tail does in fact wag.

You hear Flip chuckling as he follows behind you and you beam with pride.

If your Alpha is happy, then so are you.

What you don’t know is that Flip has also shoved one of his large hands into the pocket of his jeans, rubbing his cock through the thick material to try and give himself some relief. Dressing you in a tail and ears has been a fantasy of his for quite some time.

And now that it’s reality…..

Well, he can hardly contain himself.

You lead him into the bedroom, only stopping once you’ve reached the foot of the bed–kneeling there so Flip can take in the changes you’ve made to the bedroom.

He comes up behind you again but pulls his eyes away from you to look at the candles and extra pillows you’ve added. “What’s this? Another surprise?”

“I wanted to make the whole room a nest for us.” You look up at him from your spot on the floor. “Does Alpha like it?”

“It’s perfect, my love.” With the tip of his boot, he nudges the plug, causing you to loudly gasp. “You spoil me.”

You can barely make out his words because your body shakes at the feeling of him toying with the plug. Your mouth falls open and your eyes glaze over. You need him—desperately.

Before you know it, you’re grinding back against the pressure of his boot. You’re practically humping the floor. The sound of Flip chuckling snaps you back to your senses.

“My goodness, you really have become an anal slut. Maybe my mate needs to be punished? I think a good spanking outta do it.”

You bite your bottom lip, already guessing what he has in mind. One of Flip’s favorite toys is a wooden paddle with the letters F and Z carved into it. Ensuring that his initials are left behind with every spanking.

He walks over to the bed and moves a pillow so you can comfortably rest your upper body while keeping your ass propped up. You smile at his thoughtfulness and climb up onto the bed before situating yourself across the pillow.

You hear him hum in approval as he returns to your side, paddle in hand. He free hand grips your asscheek while kissing the base of your spine.

His tongue licks up the contour of your back, causing you to purr.

You feel nothing but tingles and shivers as you lay there with your ass presented to your Alpha like a gift.

“Does my Omega think she can take ten paddle strikes?”

You nod without hesitation. “Will I get a reward after?”

Flip runs the paddle over the swell of your ass and whispers, “You’ll get my cock.”

With that, he brings the paddle down.

“MH! O-One. Thank you, Alpha.”

He praises you for using good manners and lets the paddle land across your ass a second time.

With every smack you thank him, and with each ‘thank you’ arousal rushes between his legs. He continues praising you through growls and a husky tone.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking her spanking so well.

SMACK!

“That’s it. Keep counting.”

SMACK!

“Your ass is going to look so damn good covered in my initials.”

SMACK!

“Deep breaths, mmmh, atta girl.”

SMACK!

“That was seven, Omega. Can you keep going?”

You cry out with abandon, “Yes, Alpha! I can take it all for you!”

SMACK!

Your whole frame shakes as your hands grip the bed sheets. You can feel how damp your cunt and inner thighs are. Which is only made worse by your inability to stop clenching around the buttplug.

You prepare yourself for the next blow but it doesn’t come.

Instead, your ears pick up the jiggling sound of Flip’s belt coming undone. You look over your shoulder to find him pulling his cock free from his jeans. It throbs so hard that it looks angry.

Not bothering to take off his clothes, he lines himself up with your entrance.

“But Alpha said ten spanks.” You don’t know why you’re questioning him, you’d gladly take his cock at a moment's notice.

He huffs, strands of his hair falling into his face as the head of his cock slowly pushes inside. He doesn’t bother tearing his gaze away from your slit while he speaks.

“I can’t wait. It’s been too long. Need to be inside you now .”

You can’t argue. You’ve missed being intimate with him like the flowers miss the sun in winter.

You manage to nod in agreement, but any words you might have wanted to say morph into moans as he sinks into you all the way down to the base. His hip bones are pressed to your backside and you sigh his name.

Having him inside of you after being apart for so long makes you feel whole.

But Flip doesn’t stay still for long. His hands grip your waist, tugging you backward to meet his thrusts. He sets a rough pace that has his cock hitting you deep.

Your toes curl from the instant pleasure.

The plug and his cock simultaneously stretching you is glorious.

“Fucking hell,” Flip grunts through his teeth. “That plug has you squeezing me so tight.”

You whine in response. “I-I feel so full Alpha. Your cock and the plug a-are so big! It feels good!”

His cock drags along your walls over and over. Your nipples harden at the sensation.

You can feel the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the sore flesh of your ass. Reminding you that he hadn’t bothered to take off a single piece of clothing. It makes everything all the more erotic, that he’s fully clothed while you’re vulnerable, naked, and being speared onto his cock.

The noises leaving Flip’s mouth become more feral.

Growls and grunts that make him sound animalistic.

“Your scent is so strong you might as well be in fucking heat!”

He picks up his pace, slamming into you and causing sloppy wet smacking sounds to fill the room.

A tightness blooms within your lower belly. The head of Flip’s cock hits you deep and brushes your g-spot. It has both your holes clenching.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by your mate, whose fingers move to the base of the plug—pressing against it to push it in just a tiny bit deeper.

“This naughty hole is making your tail twitch, Little Wolf.”

Realizing he’s staring at your asshole almost has you drooling dumbly all over yourself.

But Flip doesn’t let up, continuing to play with you by yanking on the tail. Not enough to remove it, but enough to cause friction and added pleasure coursing through you. He does this over and over–in and out until the slick from your cunt drips down to his balls.

You’re trembling uncontrollably now. The tightness spreads throughout all of your limbs. As much as you don’t want this to end, your orgasm is building.

“A-Alpha….I’m–!”

“I know,” he reassures, not once slowing down his thrusts. “I can smell it. Can feel your tight cunt.” He lets out a trembling breath. “My girl is going to cum for me.”

You nod, brows knitted together in bliss. “So close.”

“Yeah you are,” he smugly purrs. “You’re going to cum while I fuck this cunt and own this greedy asshole.” His nails dig into the soft flesh of your waist to keep his cock hitting you exactly where you need. “Go ahead, fall apart. Howl your mate’s name.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re already so close to the edge. You only hope Flip will reach his peak with you.

However, all thoughts leave you when you feel a tug of the wolf tail. The pressure of being stuffed abruptly leaves and triggers your orgasm.

You howl his name, just like he had told you to as wave after wave crashes down on you. You shudder, cum gushing from your cunt in steady pulses that Flip can surely feel.

The orgasm hits you hard, so hard that your vision blurs and you collapse onto the bed. The only thing continuing to hold your hips up is Flip’s grip.

“Fuckkkk, Omega. You came so hard, but now it’s Alpha’s turn.”

You whine for it, wanting his seed and his knot even though you’re currently no better than a ragdoll. Your body is too boneless to do anything other than lay there and take it.

Flip throws his head back and howls your name while his knot inflates at the base of his cock and takes root inside of you. He fills you with his warm thick seed.

Now you are stuffed full in a different sense, but nothing compares to this—your Alpha’s knot snuggly locked inside.

You feel euphoric.

Flip must feel it too because he struggles to stop himself from collapsing onto the bed. He wouldn’t risk hurting you with uncomfortable tugs from his knot.

Instead, he keeps his movements deliberate, slowly turning you on your side while laying down beside you. He pulls you flush against his chest.

It’s only now that he starts wishing he had stripped before knotting you, if only for the chance to fully feel your body heat. But he’ll survive waiting until his knot deflates.

For now, all he cares about is ensuring your comfort. He laps at your mating glad, tonguing it until you melt into him.

“Mmmmh, that’s my girl. How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to respond, too busy coming down from the blissful high. You feel like a bowl of mush, but you find the strength to open your eyes and look over your shoulder.

“I feel like I’m floating.”

Your answer earns you a laugh from Flip. One that rumbles his entire frame.

“My little flying wolf.”

You giggle in response and his hand finds yours, linking your fingers together.

“I can’t wait to spend the next four days with you.”

Flip hums and leaves a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“I think tomorrow we’ll add a collar and leash to that tail of yours.”

You bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I would like that very much, Alpha.”

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Well fuck 🫠

Sleepy grinding with Eddie. 🥺

It's either late at night or really early in the morning as he and you are fumbling around to find each other and embrace... only for you to wrap your legs against him and begin to grind on his crotch... and him following...

I find that really cute and hot agakalaldkd 🙈

Ok but hear me out.

Early Hours

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, dry humping, thigh fucking, previously discussed and therefore consensual somno. DO NOT READ if somno bothers you, I am not responsible for you disliking this kind of thing

You wake up in the wee hours of the morning to Eddie further on his side of the bed, leaving you cold and lonely. You won’t stand for that, of course, so you scootch over to where he lays on his back and curl yourself around his side, one leg thrown over his, leaving your pelvis flush with his hip.

Satisfied and snuggly, you try to fall back asleep, but a warmth settles in the pit of your stomach when Eddie grunts lightly in his sleep. Before you even realize you’re doing it, you begin grinding into him, feeling delicious friction on your clit through your panties. As the pleasure builds within you, your half asleep brain tries to tell you not to do this, but the rest of your mind is tuned out. Too focused on seeking the reward at the end of the rutting.

Eddie wakes up when your limbs tighten suddenly around him, your hips convulsing and grinding against the side of his till suddenly they still, a whimper escaping your throat. Your arms and legs go limp then, boneless in the wake of your orgasm, and tiny breaths pant from your lips to his ear.

Eddie’s sleep fogged mind can’t even fully comprehend what just happened, but his dick sure can. It becomes fully rigid in no time, tenting his boxers and the sheets as you turn away and nestle into your pillow, humming in sleepy contentment.

Just as you had, Eddie’s body rolls toward you, seeking your warmth like a magnet. He spoons you, erection pushing between the fat of your thighs to rest against the damp gusset of your panties, your hot folds spreading around him beyond the fabric. Your panties are wet, and if his mind was fully awake it would be more proof of what had just transpired.

Without any thought, Eddie’s hips begin rolling. Slow. Methodical. The friction is so sweet it aches, and your legs squeeze together as your body reacts to the stimulation.

After a particularly definitive grind forward, Eddie rouses himself and you with a deep throated moan.

“Mmmm Eds,” you slur on an inhale. As your brain orients, your tensed body melts back into him, a hum of contentment vibrating through you to him. His cock rocks against your clit with each forward motion and you can feel the fresh tension building up in you core. “Feels nice.”

“Morning,” Eddie mutters, kissing your shoulder lightly.

There’s way too many layers between you for any of this grinding to be efficient, but something about the stickiness seeping through the different fabrics, and the needy escalations of Eddie’s thrusts, magnifies the already pleasant friction. You grip at his forearms where he’s got you cages against him and begin rolling your hips to meet his.

What began as light, huffing exhales of exertion become grunts similar to the one that got you going in the first place. You remember it suddenly - the way you had humped his hip and cum against him, half asleep such a short time ago. Your pussy flutters, trying to hold onto the covered length that rubs perpendicular to where you need it most.

“Eddie,” you whine into the darkness. The sound does something primal to him, and something closer to a growl issues from his lips, making you whimper even more.

“Baby,” he says back into your skin.

"Wanna cum," you whisper pathetically. Eddie's teeth sink lightly into your shoulder at that his encircling grip tightening and his hips snapping faster. The acceleration of movement and pressure gets you exactly where you want to be and you grind down on his cock where it pushes between your legs.

There's little else to do but convulse in his arms, exactly as his hips stutter and a shuddering gasp erupts from his throat.

"Eddie..." you moan out his name, elongating the last syllable as the pleasure floods your body. A warm wetness floods the space between you, a sticky evidence of your successful humping.

"Mmmm fuck," Eddie hums against you, gathering you somehow even tighter in his arms. You hiss at the feeling of your combined, clothed slickness, finally coming down from the high. After a moment, your wriggle in his grasp.

"Gotta get up," you giggle as Eddie shushes you and tries to keep you against the mattress. Eddie shakes his head, eyes tightly closed.

"No, it's still too fucking early."

"Shoulda thought about that before you came all over me," you tease, finally succeeding in rolling over and a bit away from him. Eddie squints an eye open and smirks at you.

"Pretty sure you came all over me first, princess. Or does that not count since I was asleep?"

Your jaw drops and you feel embarrassment heat your whole body. Eddie rolls over to you and grabs your face before you can begin to feel too uncomfortable, pulling you to him for a deep kiss.

"Maybe I'll wake up first tomorrow morning, yeah?" he asks, giving you a wink when he pulls away.

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Ride It (NSFW) 🔥

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What No Longer Serves You

Manifestation

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I Want Another (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Watching Aemond be a loving father to you child stirs feelings in you. Perhaps it's time to have another baby?

Words: 3,055 Warnings: Breeding, PIV

You sit by the fire and watch as your husband Aemond cradles your daughter to his chest. He is blissfully unaware that he’s captivated your attention because his is solely on the child in his arms. Lately, this had become a nightly routine of his. Every night, just before it was time to put her to bed, Aemond would scoop her up and attempt to teach her Valyrian. His efforts weren’t very successful considering that she had only recently celebrated her second name day, but that didn’t deter him from his task. Anytime you would tell him that she was far too young, he would simply say– “The earlier she starts learning, the easier it’ll be when she’s older.” 

You suppose he was right. Not that you mind him teaching her. Especially not when it grants you a front row seat to father and daughter bonding with one another. It warms your heart to watch, but it also leaves you aching.Aching for something that you still couldn’t seem to ask your husband for. “Come on, my love. Say it for me? I’m your?” The sound of his velvety voice brings your focus back to the pair before you, and you smile. This is the third night in a row of him teaching her the words for father and mother. Aemond pauses to see if she’ll respond, but instead, she twines locks of his hair between chubby fingers and giggles. “Kepa,” he answers for her. “Say ‘kepa’.” The second time he says the word, he slows down the pronunciation of each syllable in hopes that it’ll help her to mimic him. However, the string of sounds that come from her mouth is clearly not Valyrian for ‘father’. 

You would think that one would be frustrated after so many failed attempts, but not your dragon prince. The fire of the Targaryens might run through his veins, but not once has he even raised his voice to the child. He’s such a good father and an even better husband.

“Kepa,” you speak up, earning you Ameond’s attention. Pride shines in his eye at your proper pronunciation. “Well at least someone in this room is benefiting from my lessons.”  You can’t help but chuckle. The mirth in his tone is evident, but you know him well enough to sense that he’s starting to feel like his efforts are fruitless. “You are an excellent teacher, husband. She’ll be speaking full Valyrian by her third name day.” He nods with a smile–a silent thank you for your bout of confidence. He points a finger in your direction so that your daughter looks at you. 

“Who’s that my love? Come on, you remember how to say ‘mother’ don’t you?” Knowing he’s unlikely to receive an answer you speak up instead. “Mhysa.” His piercing lilac colored eye focuses on you. He’s equally surprised as he is pleased. And nothing leaves you quaking  more than pleasing your husband.

“My wife has been paying attention.” “To you, Aemond? Always.” You don’t mean to sound as breathless as you do, but it’s obvious enough for the man before you to notice. With his signature sly grin, he prowls towards you. He takes his time, not once looking away. You almost sink back into the chair you sit in. Not because you’re afraid, but because he stalks you like a hunter stalks its prey. Once he’s standing over you, he leans in to capture your lips with his own. You tilt your chin up to meet the kiss. He’s inches away. Another moment and your mouths would be connected. “Mhysa!” The giggling bubbly voice of your daughter rings out, halting both you and Aemond in your spots. She’s still in his arms and seems to be determined for the focus to remain on her. 

“Did she just?” He stops short, straightening back with his eye blown wide. 

Tiny hands reach out to you, squiggling in her father’s arms to get to you. “Mhysa!” she shouts again but this time with more urgency. Her want for you has you springing into action. You stand so you can take her into your arms. “My smart girl, that’s right, Mhysa is right here.” You use the tip of your nose to nuzzle her smaller one, earning you a new fit of giggles. 

You smugly look over at Aemond. “All that hard work and it would seem our daughter likes me best.” “You dare make jokes about your Targaryen Prince?” To anyone else his tone would be interpreted as a warning, but you know your husband and all his games. This one is a favorite for you both. The dominating prince and his penitent wife. Aemond never truly needed a reason to reprimand you. You were his sweet, loving wife, but that didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t enjoy playing pretend and being a little rough with one another. You bow your head in respect, “Of course not, my Prince. Please accept my deepest apologies.” Aemond steps forward and takes your daughter from your arms. “Go get yourself ready for bed while I put the little one to sleep.” Your eyes flick upward to look at your husband’s face. What you find there is a predatory look and a grin that almost gleams. “Then we’ll see how sorry you really are.” You swallow thickly and manage a nod before Aemond whisks off towards the nursery. Excitement coils in your belly. You know what’s coming, and you can hardly stand to wait. Not knowing how long it’ll take him to return, you quickly make your way into your shared bed chamber. Your mind races with possibilities. All the things you could do to soothe your husband. Your fingers shake as you undress and wash for bed. The entire time you imagine Aemond’s hand around your throat while thrusting into you and taking out his frustrations on your cunt. 

Perhaps tonight would result in another child. The thought freezes you in place. By the Gods, do you want that more than anything else. You ache for it. Throb for it. If you couldn’t get these feelings under control, then surely you would need to tell Aemond the truth. 

You go to grab your nightdress, but a sinful little voice whispers in your ear—telling you to leave yourself bare beneath your robe. You usually weren’t so forward, but imagining your husband’s surprise is too tempting to give up. 

With one last look in the mirror, you tie the sash of your robe into place and crawl into bed. Your hands fidget in your lap as you wait for Aemond to appear. The moment he enters the room, you’re on your feet. He starts making his way over to where you stand, but you meet him halfway at the foot of the bed. You let the robe fall from your body, revealing your bare skin. Aemond raises his brow, amusement and intrigue brightening the beautifully sculpted features of his face. You sink down onto the stone floor to kneel before him with your head bowed in submission. “I wish to earn my husband’s forgivness.” Standing over you, he cups your chin in his hand, turning it so your eyes meet. “Tell me, how do you plan on gaining such a thing?”

Your mouth opens, but no words come. “Come now, you know your husband is a forgiving man. Tell me what thoughts are swirling around in that pretty head of yours.” Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in fantasies you’d be able to come up with some quick witted reply. However, you’re left feeling defenseless so instead honesty pours freely like wine. “I want to give my Prince a son.” His body goes rigid as he stares down at you. He’s so still that you aren’t sure he’s breathing. “Do not jest about such things.” “I’m not, Aemond. I swear.” You sit up onto your knees so your hands can grip his hips. “I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about having another child. I just…wasn’t sure how to tell you.” He bends and helps pull you to your feet until your bare body is pressed flushed to his clothed one. The feeling of his leather jerkin has you shivering. He holds you so closely that the hilt of the dagger attached to his belt bites into your soft skin. “You never have to hide anything from me. You know that, don’t you?” His tone is gentle, as if he’s seeking reassurance that he hasn’t inadvertently done something to give you cause to conceal your desires. You rise up onto your toes and leave a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I know. I wasn’t hiding. I think I was unsure how to bring it up…but it is what I want.” Your arms drape across his shoulders, wrists crossing at the base of his skull while you press your face to his ear and whisper. “I want another baby.” His own hands wander down the sides of your curves, but it isn’t until you hotly breathe your wish into his ear that he grabs your ass in both hands. If there had been any distance between the two of you before, there isn’t any now. He grinds against you, letting you feel his already hard cock through his pants. When he speaks again, it is nothing more than a growl. “Then I suppose I should fuck one into you.” You don’t have time to react before being lifted off the ground. Out of instinct, you yelp and cling to him in fear, but you know that Aemond would never drop you. He carries you to the bed and lays you down atop it before taking a step back to rid himself of his clothes. You’re thankful that you’re already naked so that you can enjoy watching your husband’s flesh be revealed to you. But soon watching isn’t enough. You’d rather touch…. You start to sit up but two words from Aemond is all it takes to halt all movements. “Show me.” He doesn’t need to explain. You already know what he wants. You part your legs, knees falling open to expose your sex to him. Your reward is a breathy grunt that sounds more beast than man. His long fingers find themselves tangled within the laces of his breaches, but the moment his cock is free, Aemond is on you. He easily pins you beneath him and crashes his mouth down onto yours. There’s nothing between your bodies, allowing you both to grind against one another. His hand finds its way to your neck and wraps his long fingers around your throat. He moans against your mouth and bucks particularly hard against you. “I can feel how wet that cunt of yours is.” He nips at your bottom lip, causing you to whine. “You’re soaked.” You nod, clawing at his back. “I need you, my Prince. Please?” He breathlessly chuckles and grips the base of his cock so he can tease your slit with the tip. “Is this what my sweet wife needs?” Your hips arch off the bed in an attempt to get him inside, but he’s enjoying this far too much to give in so quickly. Teasing you when you’re this desperate is one of his favorite pastimes. “Aemond.” You try again with wide pleading eyes, “Please? For our baby.” 

That gets him. 

He fills you so suddenly that you gasp, your mouth opening into a tiny ‘o’ shape. He’s always fit you so perfectly. Even on your wedding night, when he first took you to bed. The pain had been there, but it had blossomed into a feeling of wholeness. 

Now is no different. You feel complete now that he’s buried inside you. 

“You’re always so damn tight.” He hisses above you with his eye screwed tightly shut. 

He places one hand beside your head to hold himself up, so the other can grip your hip. His movements start slow, simply allowing himself to enjoy your warmth as he works up a steady rhythm. 

Your own hands grab at his shoulders and forearms, trying to pull him deeper into you. The little desperate sounds you make catches his attention, his eye opens to stare down at you. 

You coo his name, causing him to smile and lean in to crash his lips to yours. 

For all the walls he puts up for the outside world, with you he is his true self. 

Loving, considerate, and—

His pace picks up, hips sharply thrusting to get every inch of his cock buried inside you. You’re certain he’s attempting to reach the opening of your womb. 

Either way, it has you crying out against his mouth. “That’s it, wife. Scream my name so the entire Red Keep hears you.” 

He rears up so the hand on your hip can instead dive between your bodies to stroke your clit. The rough pads of his fingertips have your legs wrapping around his waist with your ankles locking at the base of his spine, using them to grind into his touch. “So needy.” This isn’t said as criticism, but as praise. If there’s anything Aemond Targaryen loves, it’s making his wife desperately thrash beneath him. He adores that his hunger for you matches your hunger for him. Sweat beads across his brow as a wet slapping sound fills your shared bedchamber. Once, that sound would mortify you and make you feel unladylike. But now you recognize it as the music your bodies make together. “Please don’t stop. F-Feels so good!” “Never,” he assures you through clenched teeth. His own pleasure starts to overtake him, but he’d never allow himself release before his wife. His nimble fingers work faster over your clit. The tiny bud seems to throb beneath his touch. The sounds emitting from you change, becoming more high pitched and breathless. Aemond knows what that means, that you’re close. “Yes, my love. Let it happen. Cum for me.” You want to…desperately. Not only to obey his command, but because your body craves it. There’s just one problem. A single item that keeps you from fully being intimate with your husband. Your hand shoots to snatch the leather strap of his eyepatch, but on instinct Aemond jerks his head back. As close as the two of you are, he still finds it difficult to reveal his scar. The bitterness he feels towards his nephews for the loss of his eye runs deep. Not even your tender affection could heal such wounds. But still you reach up once more. This time he growls, the movement of his hips and fingers faltering as he gives you a stern look. “Please don’t hide from me. Not now.” You cup his right cheek, but don’t make another move to remove the eyepatch. “I want to see all of you while you give me your son.” He gives in with a sigh. Denying you isn’t an easy task, but being balls deep inside you makes it impossible. He leans his face into your palm, letting your fingers slip under the leather and pull the eyepatch from his face. You toss it away with a smile, pleased that you can now see him completely. The sapphire that replaces his eye shines, the fire from the candles reflecting in it. Still smiling, you sit up and kiss him. He doesn’t understand why you find his bare face so beautiful. He never has, but that doesn’t alter your feelings or stop you from rolling your lower body into his. Your cunt is so warm and wet as it clenches around his length. He moans your name and resumes thrusting into you.

“Yes, Aemond, yes! Fill my womb! Give me our baby.” “Gods, when you talk like that.” He grunts, setting a rougher pace than before, while his fingers rub your clit in slick circles. You let out a lewd moan as your back arches. A tightness blooms in your lower belly. You’re so close to your peak. You couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to. Aemond works your body with the skill that only a husband could have knowledge of. No one else knows your body as well as he does. His cock hits you deep while his fingers apply the perfect amount of pressure to your clit. You stumble over his name, trying to alert him of your impending orgasm, but your words aren’t needed. “I know, sweet one. Let me feel you cum for me and I’ll give you what you desire.” This time nothing stops you from obeying. Your body gives in, feeling like it’s being tossed along the shore line as your release wracks through you. You cry out, chant his name and thrash beneath him, but Aemond keeps you steady, fucking you through it all as he reaches his own climax. He snarls, body going rigid while his cum fills your depths. He looks ferocious, like the dragon he rides. You dreamily grin at the thought, because you’re so proud to call him your own. He stays buried inside you long after his cock has softened, wanting to ensure that his seed stays where it needs. It’s only when he can no longer hold himself up that he slips out and falls beside you onto the bed. You both catch your breath. He, laying on his side, and you, on your back. After refilling his lungs with air, he tugs on your hip so you’ll turn on your side to face him. He looks thoroughly disheveled, with his silver white locks in matted knots. You’re certain he’ll need help brushing them out in the morning. He attempts to smooth down your own hair before tucking a strand behind your ear. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one with knots in their hair. Not that you mind when your limbs feel weightless. Aemond attempts to suppress a yawn, but none the less you notice. You snuggle in closer as he pulls the blankets over the both of you. “Is my wife feeling alright?”

You smile at his gentle tone. Even on the precipice of sleep, he still puts your wellbeing first. You take one of his hands and place it atop your belly, where his seed is hopefully already started to take root.

“Never better, my Prince.”

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