Privacy Is Part of the Product, Not an Afterthought
Building an AI companion is personal, and it should stay that way. One reason I trust SweetDream is that discretion is baked in. What I create and talk about on sweetdream.ai feels like mine, kept private, not something I have to worry about.
That sense of safety is a quality of its own. It lets you be honest, open up, and actually enjoy the connection without looking over your shoulder. If privacy is what's been holding you back from trying an AI girlfriend, this is the place that takes it seriously.
Spoiled, pampered wife!reader shows up dressed like this to a court meeting, and Cregan has to sit there trying not to gauge out the eyes of every lord in the room because they keep staring at his wife's tits.
They're like dogs salivating after a hunk of meat, and he had already been through every single method of torture in his mind for each of them, one by one. Cregan knows his wife did it on purpose. You love unnerving him and pushing his buttons until he breaks and acts unseemingly of a Stark.
He deludes himself into thinking his composure will keep him leashed as the lords exit the courtroom, leaving you two behind. Cregan will not give you what you want. Will not act like a hound and lash out just because you're sitting there, head tilting as you look at him, arms crossed under your chest.
But the action makes your tits press together most sinfully, on the precipice of spilling out of your dress, moving with every breath you take, and he's doomed by the Old Gods and the New. A depraved man, no better than those court dogs who had their eyeful of you moments prior.
Cregan is out of his chair no less than mere moments after, and it doesn't take long to have you splayed out on the long table, neckline tugged down by rough fingers. Your bare breasts jiggle in his face as he dips down to mouth and lick at them at his leisure, growling like a wild beast, threats about your insolence muffled into the plush flesh.
Hours later, teeth marks and blooming bruises mar your skin as if a wolf ravaged it, and your nipples ache and feel raw, along with other parts of your body.
You couldn't have been more pleased that your plan had turned out more fruitful than you had expected. Maybe you might consider a more plunging neckline next time. Perhaps at a feast?
I NEED a Ogilvie fanfic that he’s making out with a patient maybe reader can be his sneaky link LOL and they almost get caught, something like that. 🥹
Nights After ♡ James Ogilvie
f! reader
ao3 link
wc: 900+
summary: when you cut your hand and find yourself in the er, you're faced with the best hookup you've ever had
tags: james ogilvie know what to do with a woman (let me speak my truth), referenced sex, reader cuts her hand, stitches (non-explicit), happy ending
a/n: love you all!!!!
divider cred: me!
The blood gushing from your hand made you stare at it in queasy, hazy alarm bells ringing in your mind. “Hey, Hallie?” You call out, your roommate's steps echoing through the room.
“You o– holy shit!” She gasps, rushing over to wrap a towel around your hand. “What did you do?”
“I was trying to cut some fruit–” You fan your face with your good hand, swaying in your spot.
“We need to get you to the hospital.” You groan, ignoring the way the world spins around you for a moment.
“James is there–”
“You’re going to pass out!” Hallie cries softly, grabbing her keys. “We’re leaving, come on!”
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The waiting room buzzes uncomfortably as you stumble toward the desk behind Hallie, swaying in your spot and leaning against her back. You listen as she explains what's going on, and you briefly understand as you’re quietly wheeled into a room.
The snap of gloves takes you out of your gaze, a shorter man with hair that curled at the base of his neck walking in. “I heard you cut your hand. I’m Dr Whitaker, and I’ll be helping you out… this is a teaching hospital if you don’t mind a med student helping me out.” You shake your head softly. “This is student doctor Ogilvie.” Your eyes find his blonde mop of curls before anything else as you let out a soft groan.
James starts the IV, his eyes harshly averted from yours. The heat the two of you had shared two nights earlier sat heavily between the two of you. You’d met at a bar, both two too many drinks in, and you’d stumbled back to his apartment in a flurry and had one of the (better) nights together.
You watch through a hazy gaze as Dennis observes him stitching the skin of your hand that had touched him so delicately just two nights earlier. The way you’d left without a word had cut him, but he also understood the silent rules of hookups.
Your feelings slowly come back to you as the IV runs and James gently cleans your wound, Dennis watching him with a raised brow. A commotion happens in the hallways, and the doctor looks up, sending James a nod before slipping out. Hallie glances between the two of you, muttering something about the bathroom before slipping out.
The silence sits heavily for a long moment before Jame’s voice rings out. “What happened?”
“I was cutting some fruit… knife slipped.”
“Did you pass out?” He asks softly, making you glance up at him with a pinched expression.
“You already asked me that.” He nods slowly, and you can see the way he curses himself behind his eyes. “I… didn’t. No. I thought I was going to in the waiting room.”
“Thank goodness we got you back, hm?” He smiles lightly, making you grin softly. You watch him wrap your hand slowly and attentively.
“I’m sorry I left without saying anything.” He stops for a moment, eyes finding yours.
“I… get it. It was just a hookup.” You snort gently.
“Not that you… need the ego boost but… it was really good.” A blush scatters across his cheeks.
“Really?”
“Going down on a girl is the way to a girl’s heart.” His blush deepens, and you laugh softly.
“Glad to have… been of service.” He clears his throat.
“You went down on me twice. Believe me when I say that is the best thing you could’ve done… and lord knows I needed it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I was out that night before my boyfriend fucking cheated on me last week… and you showed me what he wasn’t giving me.” His shoulders straighten with a glimmer of pride, making you smile.
“I… wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.” Your head tilts.
“Is that an ask for another hookup or a date?”
“Preferably a date… but whatever you’d like.” He offers gently.
“Maybe… a date with a happy ending?” He laughs, making you grin.
“That could be arranged.” He takes his glove off, and you gently reach for his hand, pulling him close. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips with soft wonder, waiting for you to make the next move. “You’re really pretty.” He mutters.
“Is that all you’ve got?” You tease lightly before pulling him into a gentle kiss. He smiles, feeling a shudder run through his ribcage, and brings a hand up to cup your cheek
“Ogilvi– Ok… we need you back on the floor.” He pulls back, eyes wide in fear as Dennis’s voice fills the space.
“Sorry, Dr. Whitaker! That was my fault!” You speak out, making the shorter man nod awkwardly before stepping out. You pull your eyes back to James before both of you burst into laughter, James seizing the moment to press a gentle kiss against your lips.
“Are you free Saturday?”
“All day.” You smile. He glances around, finding a sticky note and jotting down his number. You take it with a smile, giving him a soft nod. “They need you on the floor.”
“That they do.” He glances back at you one more time before stepping back into the chaos.
“What was that?” Hallie's voice hits your ears, her tone smug, “Was he the guy from the bar?”
“Maybe…” You both giggle happily.
“Didn’t you say he went down on you twice?” You nod happily, making her playfully hit your arm. “God, Anthony would never.”
“I know!” You cackle, pressing the sticky note to your lips with happiness.
