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enchantedquill-40 · 3 months

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“Ephemeral Alliances: A Buffy and Mulder Crossover Saga”

Mulder grinned, his eyes filled with intrigue. "Buffy, long time no see. Still slaying demons and vampires, I presume?"

Buffy smirked. "Always. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Mulder explained how an unusual set of supernatural occurrences led him to Sunnydale, and the two exchanged stories of their respective paranormal encounters. As they delved into shared experiences, a camaraderie formed, and Mulder suggested they grab dinner to catch up properly.

The chosen venue was a quaint little restaurant with an ambiance that seemed to blend both the eerie and the mundane – a fitting setting for the duo. Over plates of pasta and glasses of red wine, they reminisced about past adventures, comparing the peculiarities of their respective worlds.

Buffy recounted tales of battling powerful vampires and apocalyptic threats, while Mulder shared conspiracies involving government cover-ups and extraterrestrial phenomena. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a unique bond forming between the Slayer and the FBI agent.

As the night progressed, Buffy couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Mulder. His skepticism wavered, replaced by a newfound acceptance of the supernatural. Perhaps it was the undeniable proof he found in Sunnydale or the undeniable charisma of the Slayer beside him.

The conversation shifted to the challenges they faced in their personal lives. Buffy spoke of the constant struggle to balance her responsibilities as a Slayer with a desire for a normal life. Mulder shared the loneliness that often accompanied his relentless pursuit of the truth.

Amidst the laughter and shared vulnerability, an unspoken understanding developed. Buffy realized that, despite the differences in their worlds, they were both warriors fighting against the darkness, each in their unique way.

As the evening drew to a close, Mulder suggested they team up to investigate the strange occurrences plaguing Sunnydale. Buffy hesitated but ultimately agreed, recognizing the value of Mulder's expertise and unconventional approach. The prospect of a partnership between the Slayer and the FBI agent promised a formidable force against the supernatural.

The next day, Buffy and Mulder set out to uncover the mysteries surrounding the recent surge in demonic activity. Their dynamic proved to be a potent blend of Buffy's physical prowess and Mulder's investigative prowess. Together, they navigated through cryptic symbols, ancient prophecies, and shadowy figures, unearthing a dark force that threatened both their worlds.

Facing an otherworldly adversary, Buffy and Mulder found themselves in a battle that challenged them like never before. As they fought side by side, their trust in each other deepened, forging an unbreakable bond between the Slayer and the FBI agent.

In the midst of the chaos, Buffy's friends from the Scooby Gang and Mulder's partner, Dana Scully, joined forces. The convergence of these two worlds marked a turning point in the battle against the supernatural threat, demonstrating that unity could overcome even the most formidable of adversaries.

As the final confrontation unfolded, Buffy and Mulder stood together, their combined strength proving essential in defeating the malevolent force. With the threat neutralized, they shared a moment of triumph, realizing the potential that existed when individuals from different realms collaborated for a common cause.

With the crossover adventure concluded, Buffy and Mulder bid each other farewell, knowing that their paths might cross again in the unpredictable tapestry of the supernatural. As Buffy returned to her duties in Sunnydale, she carried with her the memory of an unexpected ally in Fox Mulder, an experience that transcended the boundaries of their separate worlds.

And so, the Slayer and the FBI agent continued their separate journeys, forever changed by the intersection of their destinies in a night filled with mysteries, camaraderie, and the shared understanding that the truth was often stranger than fiction. Buffy and Mulder, fueled by adrenaline and the thrill of their successful collaboration, found themselves caught in a moment of shared victory. The night air was charged with an energy that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their individual worlds. As they stood under the starry sky, a palpable connection lingered between them.

In a sudden, unspoken impulse, Mulder gently cupped Buffy's face, his eyes locking onto hers. There, amidst the echoes of their laughter and the remnants of their shared triumph, a magnetic force pulled them together. Their lips met in a kiss that spoke of longing, a profound connection forged in the crucible of the supernatural.

For Buffy, it was a revelation. The touch of Mulder's lips awakened a cascade of emotions she hadn't expected. In that one kiss, she felt a synergy that transcended the boundaries of the paranormal battles they fought. Love at first sight, an unexpected twist in the tapestry of their intertwined destinies.

Mulder, too, felt an undeniable pull, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. The kiss spoke of shared victories and uncharted territory, and in that fleeting moment, he sensed a connection that defied the logic he had clung to for so long. Love, it seemed, was as unpredictable as the mysteries he sought to unravel.

The night unfolded into a passionate liaison, a one-night stand that defied the constraints of their individual lives. Beneath the veil of darkness, Buffy and Mulder embraced the intensity of the moment, each savoring the unique flavor that the other brought to their entwined existence.

As dawn approached, reality set in. The Slayer and the FBI agent, bound by duty and destiny, knew that the night they shared was a brief respite from the challenges that awaited them. With a lingering embrace and a promise of memories to carry, they parted ways, each returning to the complexities of their own worlds.

The love scene became a secret chapter in the crossover adventure, an unspoken acknowledgment of the depth of their connection. Buffy and Mulder, forever changed by that night, carried the echoes of their shared passion into the ongoing battles against the supernatural.

And so, the Slayer and the FBI agent navigated the aftermath of their night together, grappling with the complexities of emotions that transcended the boundaries of their respective lives. The one-night stand became a poignant reminder that, in the world of the extraordinary, love could be as unpredictable as the mysteries they faced. The morning sun cast a soft glow over Sunnydale as Buffy and Mulder faced the reality of their choices. Disentangling themselves from the remnants of the night's passion, they shared a knowing look that acknowledged the complexities of their intertwined destinies.

"We can't do this," Buffy whispered, her voice carrying a mix of longing and regret. The weight of duty and responsibility hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the worlds they navigated.

Mulder nodded, his expression reflecting a similar conflict. "I know," he replied, the gravity of the situation settling between them.

As they dressed in the hushed stillness of the room, the reality of their respective roles loomed large. Buffy, the Slayer burdened with the mission to protect the world from supernatural threats, and Mulder, the relentless truth-seeker entangled in a web of government conspiracies and extraterrestrial mysteries.

Mulder broke the silence, his gaze fixed on Buffy. "I'm always here if you need me," he assured her, a genuine sincerity in his words. The connection forged in the night, both emotionally and physically, had created a bond that went beyond the realms of their individual battles.

Buffy nodded, appreciating the understanding in Mulder's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "For the best night. I needed a break."

In that moment, the Slayer and the FBI agent shared a tender farewell, acknowledging the transient nature of their connection. It was a respite, a brief escape from the relentless demands of their lives. Buffy recognized that Mulder, with his enigmatic presence and willingness to embrace the supernatural, had offered her a glimpse of something beyond the relentless battles she faced.

Mulder, too, felt a sense of gratitude for the unexpected companionship Buffy had provided. In the Slayer, he found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the isolating nature of their respective missions. The night they spent together became a sanctuary, a momentary pause in the perpetual quest for truth and justice.

As they parted ways, Buffy returning to the responsibilities of Sunnydale and Mulder to the ongoing mysteries that awaited him, a bittersweet tension lingered. The connection they shared, both emotionally and physically, became a poignant chapter in the crossover saga, a testament to the human experiences that transcended the supernatural battles they faced.

In the days that followed, Buffy and Mulder carried the memories of that night with them. The echoes of their shared passion served as a reminder that, even in the face of extraordinary challenges, they were not alone. The brief interlude had granted them a reprieve, a shared moment of vulnerability and solace in a world defined by chaos.

Their paths continued on separate trajectories, each anchored by duty and destiny. Yet, the memory of that night remained a touchstone, a secret chapter in the Slayer and FBI agent's lives that spoke of connection and understanding. And as they faced the unknown that awaited them, Buffy and Mulder carried the imprint of each other's presence – a testament to the unpredictable nature of love and camaraderie in the realms of the extraordinary.

#crossover fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer #fanfic #the x files crossover #supernatural romance #love at first sight #One-Night Stand

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angel-in-your-basement · 2 months

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Just a reminder that aftercare can mean the difference between someone feeling safe, satisfied and sexy after a scene, and feeling shamed, gross and at worst, traumatized. Sex is a vulnerable thing for everyone, and no matter how casual, people deserve respect before, during and after. Dom or sub, kinky or not, take good care of your partners! The emotions are more important than the sex.

#ngl I’ve had an absolutely lovely one night stand and a horrible one that I cringe to think about to this day #don’t do that to ppl pls :)#cala posts #kink education

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inkskinned · 4 months

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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

#writeblr #i actually didn't want a girlfriend before nat #and my dad recently said to me - raquel. i don't approve of the promiscuity #1. i am 30.#2. i had casually dated about 4 people over 18 months.#3. i do believe he was just mad that i get more girls than he ever did #i had to look this 60 yr old deacon in the eye and say. okay so i have a girlfriend first of all im just not tellin yall about her #and secondly.#OKAY???? OLD MAN I DONT EVEN LIVE HERE WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT IT #briefly considered asking nat if i could pretend we were a one night stand kind of a thing

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emthimofnight · 3 months

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I imagine Sonic and Shadow have an ongoing situationship unbeknownst to their friends for a WHILE before they kind of end up living together after Shadow lets Sonic stay over one night and he just. never really leaves LOLLL

#my art #sonadow #shadonic #sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #sonic #shadow #rouge #comic #sonic art #sonic fanart #sonic fandom #situationship into one night stand into roommates pipeline

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jaradraws · 7 months

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playing bg3 and uhmmm. zevlor

❗NOTICE: this user has NOT completed the game. do NOT spoil this for them ❗

#i am going to grab him. if larian would Let me #im not asking for a lot i don't think. i don't need a full romance. just a kiss. a one night stand. physical contact that isn't fighting.#baldur's gate 3 #zevlor #bg3 #bg3 zevlor #(note: i haven't played past act one so pls don't talk at me abt anything past that!!)

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lazylittledragon · 10 months

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just realised i never posted any of the stuff i did for the alternative steddie dads au

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #we're getting meta #this is the alt version where bee was the product of a one night stand and eddie skipped town and never told him #the original was too wholesome i guess #also you can tell i made some of these months apart #ft. uncle gareth seeing through eddie's bullshit #i was just going to post the newest ones but you need. context. there's lore now #i am insane

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ruporas · 1 year

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good mornings throughout the travel

[ID: Two comics of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The second is underneath the read more.

The first is in four panels and follows Vash and Wolfwood through hotel rooms. First, Vash and Wolfwood exit adjacent rooms, and Wolfwood has sparkles floating around him as he exclaims, “Rise and shine! Ready to go?” Vash frowns, displeased, and says, Urk— Good morning to you too.”

Next, they’re in a room with two beds. Wolfwood is awake and fully dressed. He’s sitting on the bed and smoking, back turned away from the viewer and he says, “Wake up already, sleepyhead.” Vash sits up with his eyes still closed and yawns before saying good morning. After that, they’re sharing a bed, and Wolfwood gets up and says, “Morning, sunshine. Time to get up.” His body shadows Vash from the sunlight. Vash is still lying down with a blanket draped over him as he mumbles good morning.

Finally, they’re embracing in bed, both shirtless. Sunlight shines on them, but their contact allows their shadows to drape over their faces. Vash smiles, kisses the top of Wolfwood’s head, and says, “Good morning, Wolfwood.” Wolfwood sleepily says, “Mph, g’morning, needle-noggin’,” snuggling into on Vash’s shoulder. End ID] ID CREDIT

TRIMAX Vol. 10 Spoilers under read more // bonus comic

[ID: The bonus comic starts with Vash asleep in bed, fully clothed with his hair half-black. Someone says “Good morning,” and Vash says, “Morning, Wolf—w...” He trails off as Livio, holding a plate of food, stares with abject shock.

Livio says, “I’m sorry.” Vash, smiling but sweating, says, “No, it’s my bad...” Livio repeats, “I’m sorry.” Vash says, “Geez, stop apologizing,” and cuts off Livio’s “I—” with a “Good morning, Livio.” Livio quietly mumbles, “... Good morning...”

Vash sits up from the couch he was sleeping on and looks down, thinking, “... That’s right. I won’t wake up to you anymore... I have to get used to that...” End ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #i just think. when theyre traveling for a long time together #sleeping in the same inns sleeping in the same rooms potentially as they get closer #realizing they dont need to pay the fee for 2 bedrooms if theyre comfortable fighting back to back #realizing they dont need to pay the fee for 2 beds after one night of being forced to sleep in same one since all the 2 beds rooms ran out #and being comfortable with it - and then after their feelings are shared #realizing theyd rather sleep and rest peacefully next to one another #and wake up slowly and enjoy the mundane while they can #i drew ww waking up first bc i dont imagine he sleeps much tbh. i think vash is a light sleeper too and more often than not #and vash goes to bed just bc he knows if he tries to leave ww would follow him #i also think vash never had someone stand guard for him before even if that isnt what he wants out of ww to do. but knowing that ww is #there means that he can actually sleep peacefully without worry that someones going to drop on him immediately. i think he'd get used tothat #and ww -- as he opens his heart more to vash -- gets comfortable staying in bed a little longer #sleeps a little better -- especially when they start to share a bed bc there's a warmth there that he can't help but cave into #bc he hasn't had that in a long time.#ruporas art

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ceilidho · 3 months

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i can't stop thinking about Price being a regular at the place where you bartend. he always sits at the bar, but at the far end away from everyone else so that when you go to take his order, you're forced into this little, private bubble with him. he's just this big, looming presence in the room, elbows resting on the bar and making him look even wider, nursing a beer while flirting with you whenever you come by to check on him. probably way overtips too, to the point where you almost feel like you owe him because his tips alone pay your rent.

#sugar daddy au but it's just the regular at your bar that doesn't let any other customer flirt with you #and if you ever come in as a customer on your day off you just know he insists on you sitting with him at a table at the back of the bar #also it's clear from like day one that he wants to fuck you it's just a bit intimidating so you haven't taken him up on it just yet #because remember: he keeps coming back #not good one night stand material

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tinkkles · 5 months

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I really do love the fresh take on the dead wife aspect in scavengers reign like. She didn't die in some terrible accident or at the hands of an evil third party, she died because of you. Because of your ambition and carelessness and because you didn't prioritize her enough to even look for her as the ship was going down. You will carry this guilt for the rest of your life. She will haunt you forever. Pray that her ghost is enough to change you for the better.

#i just think the parallel of azi still running to mia's pod even though theres no way she can get her out in time #just some girl she barely knows & had a one night stand with and she still thinks of her first #vs kamen just going to argue w/ sam & fully buckling himself in to the escape pod before he even thinks about his fucking WIFE #kamen is such a good character (derogatory) like hes not cruel hes just so self centered and he doesnt realize it until its too late #AND THEN HIS PUNISHMENT IS TO. LOSE ALL SENSE OF HIMSELF. TO BECOME A PSYCHIC SLAVE TO THE MEMORY OF HIS WIFE. GOD #this show is so fuckin brutal man. oough.#scavengers reign

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ryllen · 1 month

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sebek passing down old water bottle to his child

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst baby #sebek zigvolt #nocturnal fae that dwells on the night but can't stand the cold when it's pretty much colder in the night than the day; funny #fanart #he is saying be careful don't get burn by having it too long on one side and all the precautions

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cookiepie111 · 4 months

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It's könig.

#könig #The one night stands he thinks about when making his coffee

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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"Let's play a game of 'How well do you know your kids?'" The being shouted, eyebrow still twitching from Robins latest remark.

"I know all my children perfectly." Batman growled at the entity. He held his ground as the spirits (demons?) smile sharpened, "Than you won't mind!"

A puff of purple glowy smoke engulfs then entire area and the next thing anyone knows is that all of Bruces children, even the ones who weren't with them previously, are locked inside magical cages while Batman is trapped in a invisible mime box with a podium and a microphone in what is quite possibly the most garish game show set up ever.

Why was everything neon green and purple? Why was the guy neon green and purple? Who were these other kids-gdi Bruce! You have more kids?

Danny could just transform and beat up the ghost. Its a pretty weak one after all. But this one doesn't seem to recognize him as a halfa and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do his homework without being attacked.

Jason stared at the kid next to him. What kinda life did this kid have to calmly get out his math homework and start solving problems while being held hostage by an unknown entity?! And with the bats no less?!

All the while Batman is getting peppered with questions about his kids and is realizing he doesn't recognize a few of the names.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #jason todd #red hood #robin #damian wayne #danny phantom x batman #jason is so kidnapping this one later #he wants answers and maybe brotherly bonding time #bruce knows noting of danny who was basically the product of a one night stand #up to you if maddie is the bio mom or not #or maybe he and jazz are test tube babies? and by extention so is Dani #im pretty sure damian has a bio sister too so that may be interesting

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eraenaa · 2 months

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One More Night (Modern AU)

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go.

Warnings: Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Grinding, Squirting, Cum Shot, P in V sex, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Submissive Reader, Not Proofread

Word Count: 3,278

Another night spent in the bar— it was not as if it was your choice. The other nights, yes, it was you who dragged your friends to your favorite spot, but for this particular night, you had planned to spend it alone in your flat. Yet, here you are once more in your third tight dress of the week and fifth drink of the night. Scanning the crowded room for an escape, suddenly growing claustrophobic even though you were happily squeezed with the other bodies the previous nights.

There was an open area to your right, a balcony overlooking the cityscape, and offered the space the dance floor did not provide. But before you headed to the empty space, you went to the bar to order another drink. Your eyes glossed over the room to look for your friends. But instead of locking with familiar eyes, your gaze was captured by the gaze of the lone eye of icy sapphire. Never had you encountered such a gaze— calculating and serious with just the tiniest hint of mirth. You removed your gaze from the man… unnerved and growing cautious as you took your fresh drink and headed out.

You stood by the glass railings, the serene city skyline before you as the music poundeed behind you. You believed you were alone but when a silky deep voice cuts through the dull music, you were proven wrong. “Do you have a light?” He asked, resisting the urge to smirk as he noticed you were slightly startled. Glossed lips parting, unconsciously making Aemond want you more. You were the first girl who caught his attention in a while. The way you almost reluctantly walked into the room with your friends dragging you along was enough for him to grow curious. God, you were gorgeous in your crimson dress and oversized leather jacket that Aemond prayed was not of your boyfriend’s. His eye quickly trailed to your luscious thighs that temptingly pressed together, then to your legs that were clad in your knee-high boots.

“Sorry, I don’t,” You answered as your eyes locked once more, and you were the first one to break contact again, returning your gaze to the skyline. You thought he had left, but you heard the click of a lighter, and the first smoke of a cigarette was quick to follow. You turned to the man with silver hair and a sapphire eye, his leather eye patch making him fearsome yet utterly attractive. “You have a lighter,” You said as he threaded closer, standing beside you, his other hand holding a cold glass. “I do,” He answered, gazing downward. You knit your brows. “Then why would you…” You trailed, confused.

Aemond shrugged; he had never felt the need to approach someone so openly and first. He usually waited for the others to come to him. But there was something about you that made Aemond feel the need to approach you first. “Needed an excuse to speak with you,” He said, finally letting his smirk slip as he noticed that a blush bloomed on your cheeks, matching the color of your dress. You hummed and tried hard to appear unaffected by his tactics, but it was hard. Never had you been so attracted to someone— a strange no less. Just looking at him made your body turn warm.

Things were quick to escalate. One moment, you and Aemond were engaging in conversation on the balcony of the club, then the next, he led you to the bar for another drink, until finally, you found yourself leaning in to kiss him. A kiss that only left both of you wanting more, and who were you to deny your bodies what they needed?

Aemond was quick to open the door of his flat and pull you in, pushing you against the wall to kiss your lips again. Pinning you up and grounding your hips against each other, finding friction that both of you desperately sought. You were distraught as Aemond placed kisses on your neck… you had never been in this situation before. You never had a one-night stand before. You thought it would not be enjoyable for you— that you could not sleep with a stranger that you met in the bar. But as Aemond cupped your breast and placed his knee in between your legs and met your cunt, you knew that you would have been collecting one-night stands like trophies if all of them were as good as Aemond. And to think, you haven’t had him inside you yet.

“Fuck… look at you, grinding on my thigh, so fucking desperate to be fucked by a stranger?” Aemond hummed with a vicious smirk as he moved his knee upward to create more pressure just to see the look of utter pleasure on your face. “Yes… Oh god,” you muttered, fastening the pace of your hips as you were so near your release. But a whine left your lips as Aemond cruelly removed his knee between your thighs. Backing away slightly, leaving you unsatisfied and wholly wanting for more. “Aemond,” You whined, but he only relished at your complaint—a chuckle leaving his lips before kissing you once again. “You’ll come when I say you come,” Aemond whispered against your lips, his eye growing dark, his hold on your waist growing tight. A whimper left your lips, and Aemond relished the sound of it.

“Do you want to come, hm, baby?” Aemond asked and tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “Only good girls get to come… will you be a good girl for me?” You nod your head fervently as his hand trailed upward your thigh, teasing you as his finger would lightly graze your cunt. “Words, sweetheart,” Aemond hummed. “Yes,” You quickly said. Aemond raised his brow as his hand trailed higher— making you think that he’d finally settle his touches on the part that needed it the most. “Yes, what?” He asked. “Yes, Aemond,” You answered, wanting to feel pressure and friction on your sex again. “No, try again,” Your lips parted, and brows knitted once more. “Yes, what?” Aemond asked once more.

“Yes…” You trailed as you scanned his eye for an answer. “…daddy?” You guessed and were quick to moan as his hand cupped your cunt that was dripping with your needy essence. “Good girl.” Aemond hummed and let his fingers draw circles on your cloth-covered cunt. You moaned aloud as you found someone who had the same sexual interest as you… someone who had forced your hidden desires out and would present you with your deepest sexual fantasy that you were ashamed of.

Aemond pulled you off the wall and dragged you to his bedroom. Him sitting on the bed, leaving you to stand and pulling you between his parted legs. “You’re my good girl, yes?” Aemond asked, now the one to look up at you. His hands trailed your body and rested at your backside, gripping your flesh firmly. “Yes, Daddy,” You answered, and Aemond hummed at how responsive you were. The others he brought home in the past just didn’t understand what he wanted— what he needed, greatly discouraging him from playing out his desires. But here you were… so obliging and obedient, the perfect match.

“Prove it.” Aemond stated, “Strip,” he added. You licked your lips as hesitancy peaked through— but you were determined to ignore it as you moved to undo your dress, letting it pool on the floor, leaving you in your undergarments. You kept your eyes stead on Aemond as you reached back and unhooked your brasserie, letting it fall and exposing yourself to the man you’d met mere hours before. “Fucking hell,” Aemond muttered under his breath, not able to resist and cup the ampleness of your tits, his thumb teasing the pebbled buds. You bent down to remove your boots next, but Aemond prevented you from doing so. “Keep them on,” he ordered, and you nodded. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” You answered and relished as a groan left his throat. “Fucking perfect,” He muttered as you embodied all he ever wanted.

“You’re being such a good girl… you really want to come, huh, baby?” He hummed as he massaged your tits. “Mhm… yes, Daddy. I want you to make me come so bad,” You moaned as his fingers pinched the sensitive buds in unison. “Then kneel,” You did as told and watched Aemond undo the zipper of his trousers, expectingly waiting on his cock, relishing when it was finally revealed. God… he was beautiful. “Show me how a good girl you are and suck daddy’s dick… make daddy come on that pretty face if you want to come over and over again tonight,” You wasted no time and took his shaft in your hand, placing your tongue flat on its base and slowly licking upward, noting that mere action alone had left Aemond’s breathing staggered and his cock already twitching in your hands.

Aemond let out a low moan as you bobbed your head on his length, the tip of him hitting the back of your throat perfectly, and your soft hand massaged his balls. Aemond could no longer hold it in, pulling out of your mouth and positioning his cock to come all over your face, just as he promised. He breathed heavily as he watched you gratefully grin and use your fingers to gather his seed and bring it to your mouth, licking it clean. “Was I a good girl, Daddy?” You asked innocently, still kneeling before him, eyes wide and imploring him to say yes. “The best fucking girl there is,” he growled, pulling you to straddle his lap and kiss your lips once more.

“So fucking eager,” Aemond said in-between kisses as you his grounded at his soft length that was quick to harden once more by the feeling of your cunt atop it. “I want my reward… please, Daddy, you promised,” You said and moved your hips faster, now utterly desperate for your own release. You squeaked as Aemond stood, tossing you to lay on the bed and placing himself between your leather-clad legs that his hands forced apart. “So, so pretty,” Aemond hummed as you lay completely exposed to him. Your fingers playing with the buds of your tits whilst your cunt begged for his touch.

Without warning, Aemond dipped his head down and met his lips with your cunt. Eagerly lapping at the folds, sucking art the bud, and darting his tongue out to tease your entrance. You bit your lip harshly, not wanting to be loud, guessing it would not be appreciated by his neighbors. Aemond furrowed his brows as he was doing his best work eating your cunt, but all he could get was a whimper and strained moan. Your breathing shallowed as the wrapped arms on your thighs tightened their hold. Aemond looking up at you with glazed eyes. “Do not hold back your moans.” He ordered as he saw you harshly bitting your lip, only making it more plump and tempting to kiss. “Let me hear how good I make you feel,”

Aemond smirked and continued his torment as you were quick to do as you were told, finally spewing your heavenly moans that were music to ears. That made the blood in him somehow stream faster; his heart beat louder, and his cock so much harder than it had ever been. If just hearing your moans could elicit such a reaction from him, Aemond could not wait to feel the whole of you. Have himself buried deep in your sweet cunt and have you scream his name. Aemond saw the telltale sign that you were about to reach your peak as your legs that rested comfortably on his shoulders started to tremble. “Daddy… I’m—I’m,” Words could not be comprehended as you were so close to the peak that you had been craving for the whole night. “Is my girl gonna come?” Aemond cooed as he abruptly pushed a finger in you, making your eyes roll back and your body arch in surprise. “Yes… yes!” You cried as you were on the edge, “Come.” Aemond ordered, watching you squirm on his bed, his fingers being coated with your essence.

But even as you came, Aemond did not his torment; his lips still sucked on your nubbin, and his tongue would vibrate on the sensitive bud, making you cry out. Tears would stream at the side of your face as it was all too much. “Aemond— I— No,” Aemond shook his head disapprovingly, switching his tongue for his other hand to continue to draw circles on your cunt. “Not Aemond, sweetheart,” He taunted as you tried to squirm away. Quickly retrieving his fingers that were inside you, licking them clean first before using them to keep you in place. “Daddy— please, stop! It’s too much!” You cried as you were about to reach uncharted territory— a place Aemond wanted you to reach.

Aemond savored the sound of your cunt reaching another high— spraying liquid all over Aemond’s bed, but he did not at all mind. He looked at you, fisting the sheets, eyes still rolled back. He called upon your name but you did not respond, too lost in the pleasure that you were so desperate for. Already exhausted, Aemond had pushed you over the edge, overstimulating you. It was a miracle you did not black out in pleasure. Aemond moved atop you, kissing your lips that were swollen and red—letting your slick skin tangle each other, brushing away the hairs that clung to your neck.

“Is that what you wanted, my pretty girl?” Aemond hummed, moving his lips to pepper kissed on the upper part of your chest, resisting the urge to suck at your nipples because he knew you needed a moment to recompose yourself. “Yes,” You breathed out after a while, Aemond chuckling at the time it took for his words to register in your pretty little head. “Do you still want more?” Aemond asked, nipping at your neck, leaving a mark that would make you think of him each time you saw it. You swallowed thickly and licked your lips before answering. “Yes, Daddy, I want so much more,” You answered, making Aemond feel he had truly found his match.

Aemond smashed your lips and glided the tip of his cock against your folds, making you moan against his lips. “I want it, Daddy— I want you so bad,” You uttered as you felt a hint of hesitancy in him. Your lips parted as Aemond obliged your wants. God, he was huge. It was a rather good thing that Aemond had prepared you ever so much because if it weren’t for your two orgasms, you doubted that he’d even fit. “So fucking tight— such a good girl taking all of daddy,” Aemond praised, and you could only moan as that made your walls tighten and, in turn, made Aemond moan as well. “You like being praised, huh? Don’t you, my pretty girl?” Aemond bit his lip as you clenched around him once more— if he had less self-control, he could have come already. You nodded your head, “Yes, Daddy, thank you, Daddy,” You answered as Aemond cupped your cheek, finally moving in and out of you.

“My good little girl, so responsive and so grateful,” Aemond grunted. God, he was already close but could not let himself come until he coaxed another one from you. Aemond licked his tongue as his eye was locked in on you, placing his finger flat on your nubbin once more, rubbing it to aid you along to another orgasm. Aemond groaned as he watched your eyes roll back again, your back arching and creating a different sensation for Aemond, who pounded in and out of you. “Oh… daddy— it’s so good, you’re so good!” You cried as you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen. “Is my good girl going to come again? Hm?” Aemond asked and fastened his pace, no longer having restraint. “Yes, Daddy— please, can I come? Please?” You asked permission first. Aemond loudly groaned as he didn’t even have to ask you to do that. God, you were utterly perfect— the personification of all he wanted.

You tiptoed around the room, trying to gather your clothes as Aemond lay sound asleep on his bed. You’ve never had a one-night stand before, but guessing by its title, it meant that one should leave before the following day. Aemond tossed around, and you quickly wore your jacket and completely disregarded your search for your underwear. Clutching your boots to your chest, you sneaked your way out of his bedroom and eventually out of his flat.

Aemond woke a few moments later, his arm reaching for the warm body that clung to him last night. Wanting to feel the softness of the girl he had decided would be more than just a mere one-night stand. Aemond furrowed his brow as the left side of his bed was empty and partly cold. He sat up and called your name, quickly going to his feet and searching for you in his bathroom; it was empty. He walked nakedly to his living room, and no trace of you was to be seen; only now did he realize that you had left without even a goodbye or a note. It was early in the morning, but Aemond’s mood was already at its worst.

A week had passed, and Aemond was growing desperate to find you once more. It was cruel of you to give him the best moments of his life and just abruptly leave. He found himself frequenting the bar you two had met. His eye steady on the door each night, willing it would be you to enter next. It was his fifth night in the bar; hope was wearing thin. He was entertaining the possibility of just picking up a random girl just for the sake of it— knowing he’d imagine that it be you he was fucking instead. He was growing tired of pleasuring himself through the night; he lewdly needed the feel of an actual cunt.

Aemond downed his drink as his eye glanced over a girl who had been staring at him the entire night. He sighed heavily as he knew he had no other choice than to let himself settle for another night of mediocre sex… nothing would compare to the night he had you. But before he could approach the girl, his eye flew to the balcony once more. Aemond’s stomach pitted, and he blinked rapidly as he thought his eye had deceived him, that his desperation for you had led him to hallucinate. Aemond forgot everything around him, threading closer to the space where you and he first met, praying to whatever deity that it was really you who stood by the balcony once more.

Aemond hasn’t called for you yet, but you have already turned. The same eyes he had been longing to look into, the same lips he had been fantasizing all week now before him. You smile sheepishly at him, not expecting to see him once more, “Hi… daddy,” You whispered lowly at Aemond, who was still enveloped with shock. When he made no answer, you stepped forward with a furrowed brow; it was then Aemond regained himself, pulling you close to him and kissing your lips like a man starved. Arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

He found his perfect match again and swore to himself that he’d never let you go.

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