thequeenofwands777

[thequeenofwands777]

We all know about the DDOS attacks on AO3 as it is still down. So it is very important we talk about the KOSA(Kids Online Safety Act) that is going to hit the floor soon. Because if that act goes through this could very much be the new reality of not only AO3 but online fandom spaces within the next year. The point of this act is to limit queer media and to eliminate online queer spaces.

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[thequeenofwands777]

drew starkey x y/n smut, where drew and y/n are really into each other but don't know how to tell, so the cast play truth or dare, and challenge drew and y/n to make out and then things heat up and they end up assuming that they love each other.

The defective ‘joker’

drew starkey x fem reader smut

Masterlist

A/n: here’s the burning hot smut I promised

Setting: 2020-2021 era

Warnings: protected p-in-v, fingering, aftercare

Word count: 3.3k

Mandatory quarantine and social distancing was officially over which meant that your whole group could hang out together. It felt good to have them back in your apartment since it reminded you of the very beginning of quarantine where Chase, Austin, Rudy, Drew, Madelyn and yourself quarantined together for months. You stood at the kitchen island filling a bowl of chips for the 3rd time in the span of an hour as you watched them all laugh together.

You approached them and sat on your sofa, passing the bowl to Austin.

“Okay who goes first?” asked JD.

You decided to speak up before it was too late “Wait can i just say, this feels like a set up”

“Why?!” Chase laughed.

You shrugged “It’s something about you three fuckers preparing the questions without asking anybody here” you admitted glaring at JD, Austin and Rudy, making them all laugh.

“Right?! I was hoping to choose some since I'm the one who was invited here, you all just showed up” argued Madison, who along JD and Austin didn’t live in the same apartment complex you all did at the time.

“Okay then you pick who starts” replied Rudy.

The whole living room was a mess by then, some of them sat on the couch and some others on the floor around the coffee table but no matter how much space you had available, you all sat really close to one another. You sat on an extremity of your couch while Drew sat diagonally across from you on the floor.

Madison did her little dance of excitement looking around the group “Y/n, since you’re our host… Truth or dare?”

“Truth” You groaned as she reached towards the bowl to pull out a question.

She cleared her throat before speaking “Mhm..i already know the answer to this” she muttered, Madelyn leaned over to read the question “Me too” Madison continued 'Would you date anyone in our cast or crew?'”

You scoffed “What? Like Alaska boy over there?” you joked as it was common knowledge that he had started seeing someone in the crew, they all chuckled making Rudy blush “I don’t know”

“That’s not an answer you have to say yes or no” Austin complained before getting up and going to grab a beer.

“Fuck you… yes, why not? Anything to never download a dating app”

“Ohhhhh” they all gushed, making you roll your eyes yet you didn’t notice Drew’s eyes on you.

“Cast or Crew though?” asked Madison with a raised eyebrow to tease you.

“That wasn’t the fucking question” you laughed “I pick Chase for the next one! Truth or dare?”

“Uhhh… dare” he smiled.

You moved to pull a question from the bowl and frowned “This is no fun… ‘kiss the prettiest person in the room’”

He immediately got up to kiss Madelyn’s lips.

You rolled your eyes, dramatically falling back into the couch “What i said, no fun”

He pulled his tongue at you as he went back to his seat “I choose Maddie next. Truth or dare, baby?”

“Dare”

“‘Eat a spoonful of cinnamon powder’” he grinned “Y/n, do you even have cinnamon?”

Madelyn rose to her feet and walked to the kitchen area, you shrugged “We can do pepper flakes instead” you joked “Of course i have cinnamon powder, dumbass”

You all watched from the living room as Madelyn completed her dare then ran into the bathroom to cough it out.

“Oh lord” you said, getting up to follow her “I said ‘no deaths in this apartment’!” you could hear the laughs from the bathroom and after a few minutes you both went back.

“She lives!” the boys exclaimed.

“Okay, okay!” she laughed “Austin your turn, Truth or dare?” she asked upon returning to her seat.

“Dare of course. Only Y/n would pick such thing as ‘truth’” he mocked.

“I fucking hate y’all” you mutter under your breath making him nudge you with his shoulder.

“‘Call the person you like and ask them out’”

Austin grabbed his phone and did just that successfully, getting cheered by all of you.

“Alright, alright. Drew goes next” he smirked. “Truth or dare?”

He looked at you and smiled before answering “Truth”

“Ohhhh that’s cute” they all gushed.

Austin reached for a question and started jumping excitedly as most of you watched in confusion but looking into JD’s and Rudy’s eyes and excited faces, you understood that they had done something.

“You got the joker!!” he exclaimed.

“What the fuck is the ‘joker’? we’re playing truth or dare” asked Madison.

“It’s called the ‘defective joker’, here instead of being something positive, you have to do a dare and speak a truth” he explained, reaching for another truth and a dare.

“So Y/n was right” voiced Drew taking a swig of his drink to prepare.

“I’m starting to regret inviting you all” you muttered under your breath.

“Too late” they all spoke in unison.

“Okay the truth is ‘Admit your feelings to someone if they are in the room or call them if not’ and the dare is ‘Lock yourself in a room with someone of your choice for 30 minutes and make out’” Austin chuckled devilishly “this is better than i planned”

You all laughed and gasped looking at Drew’s shocked and reddening face.

“That’s insane” exclaimed Chase while Madison and Madelyn glanced at you yet you refused to meet their gaze.

“The good side of this is that if she’s in the room, you get to do both right now” smirked Rudy beside JD who couldn’t stop grinning.

“So what’s it gonna be ‘North Carolina’?” asked Austin.

“Okay, fine but you’re all leaving the apartment”

The boys happily got up, celebrating their victory and you just looked around in shock “Why?! I live here!”

“Good ‘cause you’re staying” and with those last words from Drew, you were glued to your couch with your heart threatening to jump out. As Madelyn and Madison gathered their things to follow the boys out of the door, they approached you discreetly “Told you he liked you”

“Enjoy your little make out session and just relax, it looks like all of your blood is draining”

“It’s cause it is” you mumbled getting up to lock the door behind them but before you could, both JD and Rudy popped their head back in.

“Just take your time, it doesn't have to be only 30 minutes” JD specified, looking between Drew and yourself.

“Yeah, we’ll be in Madelyn’s apartment for when you guys are done” Rudy grinned and then of course, Austin had to pop his head in too.

“No need to thank us” he grinned.

“Alright that’s enough” you interrupted before closing the door in their faces. You only made it two feet away from it when you heard soft knocks.

You groaned, turning around to open it. Madison and Madelyn pocked their heads in, your eyes widened and you stepped in front of them so that Drew couldn’t see or hopefully hear what they were saying. Madelyn pushed a box of condoms towards you and your eyes widened again.

“What the fuck!?” you yell-whispered.

“We know you don’t have ‘em here, I checked while I was coughing out the cinnamon powder” explained Madelyn.

“Don’t be stubborn and have fun, we love you” and with that the door closed.

You stood there looking at the box of condoms that seemed to burn a hole in your hand. You walked slowly towards Drew who was still seated cross legged on the floor, the box of condoms hidden behind your back. You kneeled a safe distance away from him and set the box on the coffee table. He chuckled, quite a bit embarrassed.

“So everybody knows except me” you started.

“In my defense, i didn’t know they were doing this”

You hummed, your voice far more timid now “Why didn’t you tell me?” Drew was quick to raise an eyebrow. “Oh nevermind…I know the answer to that ‘i’m not getting into a relationship’, ‘i can’t imagine falling in love and out of love’ ‘i can’t do it again, i’m done’...got it” you repeated your own words.

He nodded “Both Madison and Madelyn told me to ask you out anyways because they knew you didn’t really mean it but i wasn’t so sure, i’m still not very sure”

You sighed “Somedays i do and some i don’t and then not at all deep down…it’s too risky and as much as i like to believe that i’m unbelievably strong” you shook your head “It broke me once and it will tear me apart if it happens one more time…i don't know if i want to risk losing myself like that again”

He sat now with his legs close to his chest and his arms over them, the cap he wore shielded his face from the living room light “Loving someone is never a waste”

“I know…” you smiled “definitely not if it's you, last thing i would want is to hurt you just because i can’t love right or because i’m too scared to fully commit in fear of history repeating itself”

“You’re wrong about that, that’s what your ex made you feel like. I’ve known you for over 2 years now and you love people like you invented it” he chuckled at his own words, making you smile “you have nothing to worry about”

You sighed “You have to stop doing that”

“Doing what?” he smiled.

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you” he smiled even wider “What if—what if i wanted to try?”

His eyes lit up “This stops when you say so —it doesn’t even start unless you say so”

You approached him and took his cap off, your hands were light on his cheeks “I want to eat a burger on our first date”

“Deal” he agreed before your plumped lips landed on his lightly yet he quickly took control until your tongues danced a perfect tango. He pulled apart momentarily.

“Should we set a timer?”

You cackled “What?”

“Are we not kissing for thirty minutes?”

“And let that brand new box of condoms go to waste? No, they can wait… i bet you 10 bucks they are probably timing it”

He laughed “I know they are but okay”

Once the laughs faded he laid down and you straddled his laps, his hands found home over your exposed thighs while the tips of his fingers rested underneath the hem of your shorts. You kissed his lips slowly yet hungrily while your hands sat securely over his chest when your hips seemed to move on their own accord.

“Is this okay?” you panted, your forehead now resting against his.

“Mhm”

“Fuck, why did you have to wear jeans today?” you whined with closed eyes, mostly frustrated at the restricted friction they offered. He couldn't help but smile “I always wear jeans”

“Yeah but why today?”

At your desperation, he flipped the both of you and reached for a few pillows, one to place under your head and one for later. You smiled at the action.

“What? Oh, maybe we should move to your room or at least the couch” he rambled

��No, i'm good here, it's just the little things you do that make me smile” you said, as you watched him take off his shirt and pants. You took your shirt off too and shrugged off your bra.

He lowered his body to kiss you “Just want you to be comfortable” he muttered between kisses as he laid you down. You hummed against his lips “You don’t have to do all of the work”

“I do, you’re officially my pillow princess”

You parted your legs so he could settle in, as he did, you felt him hard and big against you as he slowly created friction, you couldn’t keep yourself from gasping at every movement.

“Can I touch you?” he asked against the skin of your neck, earning a nod from you. His hand snaked between your bodies and breached the waistband of both your shorts and underwear, directly finding your core. He looked at you once again and you nodded, he inserted a finger, moving it in and out slowly and then another, such a perfect curl to his digits and way of doing that had you panting in the span of a few seconds. He sped up his fingers, and watched as you forced your eyes closed and your mouth parted open, one arm kept him close and the other rested lightly over his bicep, such light touch that he only felt the presence of once your moans became louder.

“Fuck!! Drew, keep going” you begged, your grip tightened around him as his fingers made you reach your climax for the first time ever. He withdrew his fingers while you regulated your breathing, he kissed the path from your belly button to your mouth “That felt better than i imagined it would”

Drew stopped kissing you and held your face for you to look at him “What did you just say?”

He didn’t need you to spell it out to understand what you meant by it, so you just gave him a short answer “I know, it’s sad” you admitted “Very sad”

He nodded, reaching for the box of condoms “It is and we’re gonna change that right now”

You sat up to remove both your shorts and underwear while he pulled on the condom, you couldn’t help but watch him do so and before you knew it you were laying back down with him between your legs after he placed the other pillow under you on your lower back. He caressed your hair sweetly.

“You okay?” he asked looking into your eyes “We can take it slower if you want”

“I’m okay, I promise. You?”

“Yeah” he said before pecking your lips “Tell me if you want me to stop… just say the word”

“I will”

He lowered his lower body slowly, the tip breached through your folds and then he pushed deeper, your body had become so relaxed that it simply just molded to fit him no matter how big he was yet the pressure was overwhelming, making you feel like a virgin all over again.

You gasped as he bottomed you out, your arms circled around his neck as his forehead rested on yours.

“You can move” you whispered. His thrusts, as light and slow as he made them, caused whines of pleasurable pain to fall from your lips. Drew supported his entire weight by his forearms that rested close to your upper body while you held onto him, one of his hands tender against your hot skin, sat over your shoulder blade, keeping you close to him and in place as his thrusts rocked your body. The curve of his length seemed to press perfectly against the surface that caused a lulling warmth to take home in your lower stomach.

“Uh! Fuck” you breathed out “Drew it’s happening again”

“Good—is this pace okay?”

You nodded, covering your mouth as your moans and screams became way too loud for your liking.

“C’mon don’t do that. I wanna hear you”

You whined “My neighbors” you simply said “Oh! W-what if they hear?”

“Let them. Do it for me, beautiful. It’s just you and me here”

The tone he spoke to you with really was like adding fuel to a fire.

“Mm! God! I’m cuming, I'm cuming!!” you whimpered as his dick hit your cervix. He helped your ride out your orgasm and then settled to kiss your face, you were breathless. “What are you doing to me? I feel like i'm gonna burst”

He chuckled “I'm gonna flip us around okay? Just hold onto me”

And so he did, you straddled his hips with him nestled securely inside you, kissing his lips lustfully as his warm hands caressed the skin of your back.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked.

You smiled “You told me when you got here and i was wearing old pajamas”

“Well i’m telling you again, you’re beautiful”

“Thank you” you whispered back. His strong arms hugged your upper body, one hand securely on the nape of your neck.

“Just stay still, don’t move your hips, okay?”

“You’re gonna tire yourself out—you know, you would make a gorgeous pillow princess” you joked making him chuckle, the vibration that left your body and reached yours almost made you moan again.

“Thanks baby”

“Mhm…no problem” you spoke into the skin of his neck as you kissed it.

He began pushing his hips forward, the noises both of your arousal produced were lustful and the moans that escaped your lips after every slow thrust, were music to Drew’s ears, fueling his attraction to you. They were slow at first, painfully and frustratingly slow, you begged for more.

“uughhhhh fuck yeah.....!” you moaned.

He started going faster, aiming to hear those moans from you again which he did as he thrusted harder.

“Fuck! it feels so good!” you gasped as the pain faded into pleasure. He could feel you clenching around him and you whining about that involuntary action, you didn’t want this to end so soon.

“Ah shit! i can’t fucking do this! Fucking hell!”

“C’mon baby, one more time for me, I know you've got it in you.”

You cried out his name while your nails dug into his skin, you shut your eyes as that knot that previously resided in your abdomen faded, you breathed heavily against his skin until you felt him stutter inside you. He settled back down and you over him, you kissed for a while, dreading what it would mean if you parted and then he carried you to the shower, where you kissed some more under the waterflow. While he kissed your neck you caught a glimpse of his biceps and you made him turn around.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I scratched you”

“All yours to do so” he smiled, turning around to kiss your lips reassuringly. You both cleaned up and stepped out of the shower, with a towel around you, you moved to your room to get some clean clothes and brought Drew’s from the living room.

“I can’t believe the best sex I've ever had was on the floor of my living room. I’m glad i picked that carpet though, it was comfy”

He smirked while pulling on his t-shirt “The best, huh?”

“Don’t get too cocky about it” you smiled, looking at the time “I’m hungry”

“Yeah me too” he said looking down at his phone “Let’s go to Maddie’s, they should’ve ordered some pizza by now”

You sighed “They aren’t gonna let us live this down, are they?”

“No, they’re not” he smiled.

You took advantage of the distance between the apartments to act like a normal couple, all so you wouldn’t have to give your friends the satisfaction of witnessing it. You kissed in the elevator and in the hallway and just before knocking on your friend's door. Madelyn opened the door almost instantly and they all cheered as you both walked in.

“Ohhh! I see some wet hair!” exclaimed Chase.

Rudy held his phone up high “The dare was to last 30 minutes not 2 hours 10 minutes and 57 seconds”

You turned to Drew with a lifted eyebrow and your palm out, he took his wallet out of his back pocket and handed you 10 dollars.

“Wait, what was that about?” asked JD.

“None of your damn business” replied Drew, bringing you a soda.

“I’m starving” you voiced, noticing the pizza boxes on the coffee table.

Both Madison and Madelyn giggled “Yeah, having sex will do that to you”

“For two whole hours, don’t forget to mention that” laughed Austin.

[thequeenofwands777]

can u do a drew starkey x reader, where odessa is being mean to y/n cause odessa likes drew and then drew knows that and assumes that he loves y/n.

All over a beer

Drew Starkey x fem reader

Masterlist

A/n: i say I hate love and then I write things like this

Word count: 1.4K

You were at a small ‘get together’ with some cast friends and some other friends who weren’t public figures. You all sat around a fire pit on a rooftop, laughing at what seemed like nothing at all until your stomachs hurt. The sun had long set and the sky was littered with stars you found yourself admiring every once in a while whenever you zoned out from the conversation.

“Hey, where did you go?” Drew whispered. You turned to look at him with shiny eyes that seemed to light up when you realized it was him next to you. His hair was still bleached blond and it made his eyes look even brighter which you adored.

You shook your head “Nowhere. I’m right here”

Drew hummed sarcastically. You did that often if not always yet he was still curious “When are you gonna let me in?”

You downed the lasts of your drink and looked back at him in confusion “Where?”

“Your head” he scooted closer on the outdoor couch to make sure nobody heard your conversation “You’re never where you are. You live in there and i want in”

You chuckled “You’re looking for trouble then”

“Oh, am i?” he asked with a taunting smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“Mhm…it’s a mess in there”

“Well it’s your mess so i want in”

You hummed sitting up “Of course you do…i’m gonna go get a soda, you want me to get you another beer?”

He nodded “Yeah, that’ll be great. Thanks—” you rose to your feet with a firm nod and started to walk away before his voice made you slow down but not stop “but we’re not done talking!”

“Yeah we are…i’ll let you know when i’m having an open house thing and then we’ll talk!” you could hear Drew’s soft chuckles as you walked farther away and approached the cooler with all the drinks. The smile you sported was bright enough to alert Odessa, who had been sitting on the other side of the fire pit but had gotten up for a drink shortly before you did.

“Sorry” you apologized as you both went for the last beer.

“Didn’t know you drank this kind of beer” she rasped.

You dunked your hand in the cold water and ice trying to find another “I don’t, it’s for Drew”

She hummed “Too bad...this is the last one”

“It’s alright you can keep it, i’ll get him something else”

“You were smiling” she pointed out.

You huffed “Yeah uh, Drew’s just–you know, being Drew”

“Yeah i do know…” you stood up from your bent position to face her, her tone rang a warning bell in your head “He’s been quiet lately, reserved…you know why?”

You furrowed your brows “Uh no, i haven’t really noticed anything but if you’re worried about anything, you should just ask him. Have you noticed anything?” you asked, briefly glancing back at him.

“Well, for starters he didn’t want to have a birthday party and he practically went m.i.a on his birthday”

“Oh, he spent it with his family”

“Yeah, that’s what he said when i asked”

The night air cooled the bare skin of your arms and her cold gaze froze you in place “Okay? Then what’s the problem?”

She took a swig of her beer, never taking her eyes off you “You were there. Right?”

You scoffed confusingly “I don’t know what that has to do with anything”

Odessa nodded with pursed lips and glanced briefly to your friends “He’s looking at you…he’s been looking since you got up”

When you turned to verify, Drew was no longer looking “Mm–probably wondering why i’m taking so long” you picked a random soda for you and a beer for Drew “I’m gonna go back but really, if you’re worried about Drew you should just ask”

“Yeah... I guess i will”

You walked back to the gathering and stood in front of Drew, who was still seated. You handed him the beer. “I know it’s not your favorite but it’s all there was left”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna stop drinking anyway because i’ll have to drive you home soon, it’s past your bedtime” he joked.

“You fucking asshole” you laughed looking down at your watch, it was 10.31…indeed past your bedtime “I can get an uber you know? You keep coming to parties and drink one beer because you want to drive me home”

“And i’ll keep doing it because that way i know you’ve made it safely”

You watched as Odessa walked past the both of you. You looked back at Drew with questioning eyes. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” his eyes lit up and you rolled yours “Not about me”

He shook his head in disbelief as he rose to his feet “I can always hope”

You both walked away from the group and stood on the far end of the rooftop where you could see the city. He stood to your left but before anything, he shrugged off his jacket and made you wear it, you inhaled his scent deeply.

“What’s wrong ‘in bed by 9’?”

You gasped at the nickname “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”

He chuckled “I actually do and i enjoy it”

“Of course you do–and for the record, i prefer being in bed by 8.30 but that’s asking too much”

“Yeah, yeah for sure” he agreed sarcastically. Silence embraced you both once the laughs faded.

“Odessa is worried about you and she asked me about it…she was very concerned and i told her that you were fine but the more we talked, the more i started thinking that maybe i’m in my head too much and if something was wrong i wouldn’t notice— so i guess what i’m asking is…are you okay?”

He smiled, in awe of your rambling and concern “I’m okay”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah—even when you’re in your head, you notice the smallest of things. You don’t have to worry about that” he assured.

“I hate you” you whispered.

“You say that a lot…” he smiled, nudging you with his elbow “Wanna tell me why?”

“Because people say they know me and they don’t but you…you actually do and it’s fucking terrifying in the greatest of ways…but still terrifying” you explained looking at him, his lips twitched upwards.

“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? For someone to know you?”

“Yeah but not like this” you chuckled “you just snuck up on me”

“You know…the thing about you is that you’ll notice everything about anyone when it’s about them but when it comes to you, you’re clueless”

You narrowed your eyes at him “What the hell are you on about?”

He breathed in and took a discreet step closer to you “Y/n…i can’t stop thinking about you, i can’t help but look after you and i can’t stop wanting you. What is it you think you’re doing to me?”

Your lips parted open in slight shock as you glanced back at your group of friends and then met his eyes again “Uhhh…”

“So…will you let me in?”

You blinked a few times to try clearing your vision to focus on him and only him, you clutched the jacket you were wearing “Please tell me you don’t have a ring inside a creepy little box in a pocket of this jacket?”

He chuckled “Not yet”

You hit him playfully “Woah! Slow down Jack Frost…you have to ask me out on a date first” you smiled.

He nodded “I will but right now i can do better…will you be my girlfriend?”

You shrugged doubtedly and looked back to your surroundings. You of course knew the answer and so did Drew by only looking into your heart shaped eyes but you couldn’t help but joke around “I don’t know…i have to talk to Bobby, my consultant. Don’t really know how he feels about you”

“Oh yeah, Bobby the teddy bear” you hummed “How long have you had him for?”

“Since I was a baby, so i really need him to ‘okay’ this, i bet you can understand” you joked, earning a chuckle from him. You were both surrounded by silence again as you watched the city advance in time while you seemed to be frozen in that perfect scene, he broke the silence with a low voice.

“You make it really hard not to fall in love with you”

“Do i?” He nodded “Drew…i can’t really let you in because you already live there…I often catch myself smiling and then i realize i was thinking about you”

“Well, i’d like to stay if you'll have me”

“I’d like that”

[thequeenofwands777]

There's an etiquette to typo roasting. Like if they type "on" instead of "in" you overlook that. That's some autocorrect bs. But if they type "pebis" or some shit that's when you gotta get his ass

[thequeenofwands777]

Thot: literally anything for Price. This man’s voice alone just has me 🥵 and I feel like he KNOWS he has a sexy voice too and knows how to use it in bed. Just imagine him saying “good girl” right into your ear 😮‍💨

There’s voices.

Right outside where he’s dragged you to, the light slanting between the blinds of the office, casting strange shadows across your face from where he’s got you pressed beside it. He’d barely gotten your pants beneath the curve of your as before his spit-slick fingers were pressing inside you, curving up, up, until you had arched on your toes and whined at the pads pressing against there inside of you, becoming broken and mended by him over and over and over again. Forged into a shape meant for him.

Your breathing is harsh as he stills inside you, his warm breath pillowing across your nape. The brim of his hat (He’d never taken it off) presses into your hair as he braces his head on your from behind, one hand curled around your hip, the other bracing himself against the wall as he fucks you into it. Like he’s trying to break the plaster. 

Your heartbeat is too fast, too high, panting too loud, and he tries to shush you as the voices grow closer but you can’t. He’s dissolving you at the seams with the mere touch of him, melting you from the heat of his cock pressed inside the clutch of your cunt. It’s too much, it isn’t enough, not with him deadly still behind you. 

“Hush.” He tells you again, cigar smoke clouding your senses, making your eyes roll back at the mere sound of him in your thoughts. It only summons a breathy moan from you as the conversation draws closer, lingers just outside the door. 

“Hush.” He tells you again, firmer, and this time your hand slides from above you on the wall, covers your mouth as you breathe hard through your nose, going limp against him in surrender. 

Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. Please.

You don’t know how long the conversation lasts, not with you trying to grind back on him for more and his hand at your hip pressing you forward, flush with the wall unable to fuck back onto his length like you so desperately crave. 

Please. Please please please.

There’s a bark of laughter outside that manages to permeate the endless tumble of his voice inside your mind and then a farewell. Yet it isn’t until there’s complete and utter silence once more that Price finally removes his hand from your face. 

He doesn’t even give you space to beg, not when he pulls back and then surges forward once more, burying himself in your tight, wet heat and groaning filthy praises into your shoulder as he curves your head sideways so he can drink in your scent.  “Good fucking girl.” He growls as your voice rises once more. “Nobody else gets to hear you like this. None of those fucking rookies out there. Not when you belong to me.”

[thequeenofwands777]

Out of the Blue

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Office Exec!Leon S. Kennedy x Personal Asst fem!reader

Shoutout to the AO3 user who requested this little ditty 😆 I hope you enjoy it!! 👉👈🥺

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, office sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, nipple play, mean Leon, unprotected sex

Title from Out of the Blue by Purrple Cat

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A recent corporate merger meant big changes for you; you’ve been working as the personal assistant of the (then) Vice President of Communications, but with this new management coming in, that guy had been shifted and you were getting a totally new boss.

Nervously, you’ve been straightening up the office in the hopes of making a good impression— and thereby keeping your position. No one on your floor knew who the new guy was, only a name to go off of: Leon S. Kennedy.

Once you feel like there’s nothing more to be done, you step out of the VP’s office and make your way to the mini kitchen used as a break room down the hall. Hoping that a glass of water might cool your nerves, you don’t even notice the man standing on the other side of the room flipping through a folder.

His eyes track your movements, catching your jittery hands and teeth biting your bottom lip.

You nearly drop your glass when he clears his throat. Whirling around, you give him a shy smile.

“H-hi,” you smooth down your skirt, “you’re one of the new hires?”

A handful of people on your office floor were still coming and going, learning the layout and at times just hanging out in the break room until someone came in to help guide them. You helped a girl just yesterday find her desk, so you don’t think anything of this newcomer.

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face, intense blue eyes staring into your own.

“You can say that, sweetheart.”

You feel flustered at the name but step forward, hand outstretched, “Oh uh, welcome aboard. If you need any help, just let me know. Right now I’m stationed outside the vice president’s office.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, ignoring your offered handshake, “You’re the secretary?”

You ignore the flash of irritation from hearing ‘secretary’ and slowly lower your hand, “I prefer personal assistant.”

“Ahh,” he looks at you amusedly, and before your hand can drop any further he reaches out to clasp it.

He drops a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes still watching you, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet my personal assistant.”

You feel hot and embarrassed, but keep the polite smile on your face, “I’m sure the pleasure is mine, Mr. Kennedy.”

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After that mortifying encounter, your days pass pretty smoothly with your new boss. You feel lucky that he decided to keep you on as his assistant even with that awkward first impression.

After a few weeks, you start to catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye—but when you turn, his attention is elsewhere. He also seems to touch you at every given opportunity. He touches your arm when he’s walking with you or presses a palm into your lower back when he’s moving around you to his seat in the conference room. He gets as close as possible when you’re typing up his reports or dropping something off at his desk for his signature. It always leaves you with butterflies.

Another work week rolls by and before you can blink, it’s been months since you’ve started to work for Leon. A few of your work colleagues like to corner you in the break room to try and get any gossip— who’s he seeing? Did he really come in twenty minutes late last Monday? What do you mean you didn’t hear that Chris saw him at the strip club?

It’s gotten to the point that you start taking your breaks at your desk. Leon notices it almost immediately and makes sure to stop by your desk from time to time. Today is no different.

“Tired of the office gossip?” He props his hip against your desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.

You notice that he folded the sleeves of his shirt so you can see the muscles in his forearms flex. Dragging your gaze upwards with a small shake of your head, you smile at him.

“You can say that,” you pinch the bridge of you nose, “it’s all just..”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen as you stifle a laugh, “I was going to say tiresome, sir.”

He smirks, “Sure thing, honey. Listen, I’m going to need you to stay late tonight. I know it’s Friday, but those weekly statistics have to be in before midnight.”

Your brows furrow, “I thought we were good; didn’t I just compile that data yesterday?”

He clicks his tongue, “‘fraid not, sweetheart. That was projections for the latest quarter.”

“Oh,” you chew your lip, “yeah, that’s no problem, Mr. Kennedy. Want me to drop them off on your desk when I’m finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, making your breath hitch.

Before you can say anything, Leon straightens up from your desk and heads back into his office, door shutting behind him.

You press your palms to your eyes, willing the flutter of nervousness to ease. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, you slump in your chair. You sigh and turn back to your monitor. Glancing at the time in the lower right hand, it reads fifteen after four; with everyone going home at five, you have a good feeling you’re going to end up staying even later than you thought.

You rotate your wrists and then go into your emails. Better to get started on it now than later.

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Your eyes feel dry and gritty, but you ignore it in favor of finishing out the last of this report.

“Finally,” you whisper gleefully, hitting the print button on the document.

Standing up, you stretch out your arms with a small yawn. Looking at the time you see it’s nearly half past ten. Still plenty of time for you to grab some takeout and crash in your comfy bed. You sigh happily at that thought and gather up the printed pages, heading over to Leon’s office.

Tapping on the door, you open it a crack, “Sir?”

“Come in, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”

You push open the door just enough to step inside. It clicks shut behind you as you walk further into the room. Leon is backlit by the city lights from his windows. You place the bundle of papers down on his desk.

“Take a look at this,” he gestures to his own dimly lit monitor.

Walking around the wide oak desk, you make your way to stand beside his chair.

After gazing at the screen for a second, you turn to him with a frown, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m looking at, sir.”

He smirks at you lazily, “Sure you do.”

“Wh—“

He grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, your thighs now straddling one leg. Your hands come up to brace against his shoulders while his slacks rub against your bare thighs where your skirt’s rucked up.

“Leon,” you gasp, eyes wide and nervous.

“Name sounds so good in your mouth, sweetheart,” his low voice breathes into your ear.

He drops a soft kiss on your neck, leaving a heated trail up to your jaw. Pulling back, you can see how dark his eyes have gotten.

“Been waiting forever to get you alone.”

“We can’t. I’m your—“

“Personal assistant,” he chuckles meanly, “I know, baby. And I’m going to use you for very personal reasons.”

He grips your hair in a fist and guides your mouth down in his. Your parted lips lets him slip his tongue into your mouth. Groaning, he grabs your ass with his free hand and urges you to roll your hips forward.

You whine, feeling so hot and dizzy, clit thrumming with arousal. You follow the guidance of his hand and start to grind your hips down into his leg. You eagerly suck on his tongue when he thrusts it back into your mouth. You feel him groan low in his chest and it makes you arch into him more.

He tugs your head back to take in your blitzed out expression.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet,” he coos, “got you cockdrunk already huh.”

“Leon,” you whimper, hips rocking on his lap.

“Gonna get my pants soaking wet baby,” his eyes drop down to the apex of your thighs, “fuck, that’s it, good fucking girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his designer shirt.

“Knew you’d be so fucking sweet, always letting me touch you, get so fucking shy,” he growls, pulling your hair harder to tilt your neck back, “gonna ruin this little cunt, baby.”

You whine, humping down into his leg harder, slick pooling in your panties and dripping all over his slacks.

“Fuck, good girl, always so good for me,” he lets go of your hair to grip your neck, “always so eager to please.”

He presses his thumb into your panting mouth; he presses down onto your tongue before pulling his thumb free and smearing spit all over your lips.

You can’t stop whining, tears beading at your lash line.

“Leon, please.”

He lets go of his grip on you, and reaches out to tug open your button up blouse.

“Look at those fucking tits, baby,” he purrs, pulling the cups of your bra down until your breasts are completely bare—aching nipples on display.

He greedily mouths at each breast and sucks on your nipples, teeth catching on the sensitive buds until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“Good girl,” he praises, feeling you shudder at the endearment, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

“So good for you, Leon,” you promise.

As you speak, he undoes your bra and tosses it somewhere in the office. Then, he drags his fingers across the swell of your breasts. He circles your sensitive nipples, thumbs brushing the slowly hardening buds.

Your breath hitches, arousal pulsing in your cunt, “Leon...”

“Bet I can make you come from this,” he husks, “make a complete mess of you from just teasing your tits.”

Your spine arches, pressing up into his hands, “Ahh, they’re too sensitive.”

Leon completely ignores you and tugs your nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.

Panting, your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt. Your clit throbs with every brush against your nipples, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing up into every touch.

Everything that Leon’s doing is making more slick pool in your panties. You’re so wet, it’s seeping into where Leon’s slacks are pressed against your pussy. You can feel the hard press of his cock against you and it sends a thrill up your spine knowing you’re the cause.

“So eager for me, honey,” he teases, voice pitched low, “I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir,” you nervously agree, shimmying out of your blouse and skirt quickly.

“Leave the panties on for now,” his dark eyes locked onto your white panties, nearly transparent from how wet they’ve become.

Settling down on Leon, you straddle his thighs, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. You bring your arms up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You give a small tug and roll your hips down against the outline of Leon’s hard cock. In retaliation, Leon gives your nipples a sharp tug then tweaks them as you writhe in his grasp.

“Look how wet you are, honey,” he groans, gaze drawn to the slick dripping from your panties, “so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes droop in pleasure at those words a low sigh leaving your lips.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Leon growls out, letting his gaze roam across your swollen nipples up to your dazed expression, “always so sweet, making me want to do the worst things to you.”

“Yeah?” You whimper.

“Want you under my desk at the next conference call, sucking my cock while I’m trying to work,” he drags one of his hands from your chest up to your lips; he slips first two fingers into your mouth.

“Actually just want you in here on your knees at my beck and call. Just keep the door locked and nobody’ll know my little secretary is sucking off her boss during work hours,” he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth.

You whine and suckle on them softly. He pulls them out with a soft pop.

“Touch me, please, sir,” you whisper as he drags those fingers down to your puffy nipples.

Leon sucks a hard nipple into his mouth as his right hand teases across the other with quick flicks of his damp fingers. He swaps sides, his gaze watching you bite your lip and toss your head back at the pleasure. Pulling away a little, Leon grabs each breast and presses them inward. He runs his tongue from one nipple to the other more easily, suckling them until you squirm in his lap.

“You’re gonna be working a lot of overtime, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, “my own personal hole to use when I want.”

You keen high in your throat, “Sir!”

Leon groans low in his chest and rolls his hips upward to grind his cock against your hot wet cunt, nearly jostling you from his lap. In the motion, Leon’s sharp teeth tugs on a nipple earning a breathy sigh from your lips. He swaps to the other nipple, using his teeth so you’ll reward him with more of those sounds. After repeatedly teasing each nipple with his teeth, you tug at his hair in a silent plea to slow down. He eases off from biting to soft, gentle sucks.

“Love your tits, baby,” he mouths at your nipples, “been wanting to taste these nipples since I started working here.”

You cry out at the hot, wet suction of Leon’s mouth on your sore nipples. Your back curves forward to press your chest closer to his hungry teeth and tongue. You tangle your fingers further in his hair to have something to hold onto. Grinding your hips down, you feel more than hear him moan. You repeat the motion only this time your clit grinds against Leon’s slacks, earning a low cry of want.

“Leon,” you whimper.

He only hums in reply as he keeps up the hot suction on each hardened nub. You try rolling your hips again only to be stopped by a strong grip on your waist.

“You only get to cum from this,” Leon rumbles, voice deep as his tongue lashes against your abused nipple, “be a good girl for me or you won’t get anything.”

You mewl, clit pulsing in arousal, “I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”

He moves your hands to drape across his broad shoulders, “Don’t let your hands drop below my shoulders. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sharp tug of teeth on your nipple has you arching in pleasurable pain. Your hands slide up into his hair again to hold him in place, worshiping your chest.

“So perfect,” Leon murmurs, lazily mouthing his way up to your neck.

“So sweet for me,” he speaks against your skin, gently kissing across your collar bones before pulling away.

You feel dizzy and aroused, tugging Leon’s hair to pull him into a soft kiss. He groans low in his chest, pressing you harder against him as he licks into your mouth. He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it gently before slipping his tongue further in. You moan in response, loving the feel of his slick tongue teasing your own. His hands came up and grip your hair, tilting your head at an angle where he can kiss you even deeper than before.

Before long the kiss became sloppy and wet, but neither of you really care. You can’t stop whining in pleasure as Leon fucks into your mouth, tongue hot as it teases your own. Chest rumbling in pleasure, Leon draws your tongue into his mouth to suck on it greedily. You slip your tongue away to pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently before softly sucking. You drag your teeth aggressively against Leon’s lip, tongue following in silent apology for the rough treatment.

Leon growls and pulls back far enough for you to let his lip go with a small pout. His cock twitches at how debauched you look. Pupils blown wide with lust, lips kiss swollen. He moves his hands from your hair to grip your hips. You know his hold’s tight enough to bruise but you only moan in appreciation. You dip your head down to recapture his lips, but he pulls back so your mouths only brush across each other.

You whimper at Leon withholding his lips from you.

“I want to hear how you sound once you cum,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours tantalizingly.

Fingers begin to roughly pinch and rub your swollen, sore nipples. His dark blue eyes never leave yours as you edge closer and closer to orgasm, your cunt copiously dribbling slick.

“I’m so close, Leon,” you whimper, trying your best not to grind down.

Leon smirks, “Guess I should slow down, huh?”

His fingers lightly tease over the hard peaks. His gaze drops from yours to take in the swollen nipples his fingers are touching. He groans aloud as he can’t deny himself another taste. You grip his head as Leon eagerly laps at your nipples, running his tongue across each one before gently biting.

“Please,” you beg, “Leon!”

Leon bites down harder on your left nipple as he gives the right a sharp twist. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon gets even more aggressive. Harsh bites followed by a hot soothing tongue has your cunt dripping and needy.

“Like it rough, baby?”

You only moan wantonly in reply as Leon never lets up the assault on your abused chest. You continue to gasp and moan in the empty office.

Leon’s being so rough on you and you love it. Want him to pin you down right here and now. Make you cum all over yourself. Make you take his thick cock over and over.

Leon pulls away with a growl, pupils blown, “Honey, you can’t say things like that.”

You suddenly realize you had spoken out loud— babbling, just spouting out whatever crossed your mind. You’re so far gone now, high on arousal.

“I-I can’t help it,” you pant, “it’s so good, sir.”

“I know, my slutty little secretary just can’t help herself,” he pulls away from your chest, “she’s just gagging for her boss’ dick, right?”

You whimper, back arching, “N-no, I’m—“

“Shhh,” he thumbs open the button on his slacks, “was gonna wait but you need it more than I thought.”

He presses the fabric down until he frees his cock. He tugs your panties to the side and presses the fat head of his dick inside your wet hole.

“Was gonna make you cum from your tits but I think this might be a bit better, huh,” he grins, eyes dark and mean.

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust and fucks up into you, grabbing your hips to pull you down at the same time. You scream from the too much feeling in your spasming cunt.

“Oh,” he groans, “tight as a fucking virgin.”

He smacks your ass with a condescending laugh, “Did I pop your cherry, sweetheart?”

Crying now, you shake your head no.

“Aww,” he mockingly pouts at you, “that’s too bad then.”

Without waiting for your pussy to adjust, he pulls out halfway to bully his fat cock back into your aching hole.

“Sir, please, I can’t,” your breath hitches on a cry, “s’too big. It hurts.”

“Fuck,” he pulls you down until his cock is buried deep in your pussy, “my big cock too much for this needy hole?”

You hiccup a sob, “Please, sir.”

“Mmm you’ll get used to it,” he pulls out til just the tip is teasing your hole then shoves his cock back deep inside your pussy.

You’re crying and clinging onto his shoulders, but a low heat is slowly building in your abdomen.

“There we go,” he coos, “just needed to fuck you a little first, honey.”

He stopped thrusting and you realize you’re the one grinding down onto his dick—a panting mouth, hazy eyed mess.

You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the thick cock stretching you out so painfully.

“Good girl,” he smacks your ass again and you moan.

“You can ride this dick whenever you want, honey, just gotta ask,” he smirks, guiding your hips to fuck down harder.

“Yes, sir,” you slur, brain fuzzy from how deep he’s inside your cunt.

“Little slut,” he laughs, thumb brushing against your clit in slow circles, “cream my cock, honey. Want you squeezing on me when I breed that little pussy.”

You moan loudly, hips humping down on his cock, “Leon!”

“That’s right,” he groans low in his chest, “gonna creampie your sweet little cunt.”

His voice and hard cock, paired with the thumb on your clit, is edging you closer and closer to climax.

“Sir, ‘m close,” you pant, tears dripping from your eyes, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“That’s it, honey,” he tilts his head down and pulls his thumb away from your clit.

He spits on your pussy, globs of drool dripping down the hood of your clit. He brings his thumb back to rub the slippery mess over and over and over into your sensitive bud.

Your back arches, eyes rolling back, as you clamp down on his pistoning dick. Slick coats his cock as you cum, pussy walls squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck yeah,” he chuckles, thumb still pressing into your clit, “cream my cock so I can fill up that cunt.”

Your thighs jump and twitch from overstimulation as he keeps teasing your clit and grinding his cock deep in your pussy.

“Take it, honey, fucking take it,” he grits out, snapping his hips up into your squelching hole and pumping you full of hot cum.

You moan brokenly, pussy fluttering around his throbbing cock, liking how it feels to get creampied by your boss.

He leans back into his chair with a sigh, “Damn, gotta say that’s been worth the months of us dancing around each other.”

Your head feels totally empty so you only hum in response.

“Did I fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” He smirks, tweaking your nipples making you squeal, “s’okay, we got all weekend to do this. Just need you back in business by Monday.”

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[thequeenofwands777]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader

summary: a trip to medical ends in a steamy encounter between Leon and his sexy nurse. (leon and his slutty!wifey roleplay a bit)

words: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ smut, some plot, mostly smut, rough sex, unprotected sex: wrap it before you tap it, daddy kink, switch!leon kennedy, switch!reader, officer leon kennedy, domestic leon kennedy, re2/re6 leon kennedy, i couldn't decide, oral sex (m-receiving), slight orgasm denial, spanking, biting, hair-pulling, all that fun stuff, medical inaccuracies (probably)

notes: pure self indulgent filth. minors pls don't interact, it's for your own good. i'm a sick person.

"Ow! Fuck, be careful..." Leon growls, wincing in pain while you disinfect the wound on his cheek "It stings, stop it..."

"What's wrong?" You ask, pulling away.

"It stings like hell! Do you have anything that can numb it?" He replies as he winces even more at just the touch. Such a baby, you think. "The sooner it heals up, the better...".

"I'm– I'm sorry, Officer Kennedy, but I'm afraid that won't be possible. In order to apply a numbing ointment, I'd still have to disinfect the wound first." You say softly, using a feather-like touch to continue your job.

"Why is everything in this goddamn job so painful...?" He mutters to himself as he holds his breath during the disinfection. "Just hurry up, please. How’s it looking anyways?"

"It's not too bad. You won't be needing stitches. It should heal nicely." You say optimistically, continuing to dab at his wound. "It’d be a shame to permanently scar that face." You mutter teasingly to take his attention away from the pain.

He blushes a little bit as you compliment him and he tries to hide it. "Well, even if it left a scar I wouldn't be bothered that much... Scars are a symbol that you've survived against the odds. They tell stories of the past, you know?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right. And... I heard scars are quite sexy to the ladies." You say, raising your brows with a smile. He blushes a bit as you say that.

"Huh? Well, I guess you're right. Though… I think what ladies really like is a confident man,” He replies smugly. "And I'm definitely not shy when it comes to beautiful women."

"Yeah?" You prod, taking a gentle hold of his chin to turn his face in order to see his wound more clearly.

His blush intensifies as you do this and he looks straight into your eyes. "Yeah.... And a beautiful lady like you could make any man confident." he whispers as his face goes completely red.

"Mhh, you flatter me, Officer Kennedy." You chuckle, sadly dropping his chin to dispose of your dirtied sanitizing supplies and dig through your first aid kit for a butterfly bandage. You remove it from its packaging, ignoring his intense stare. "I need to pinch the split skin together in order to ensure the wound closes accordingly, is that alright?" You ask.

"Y-Yeah, go ahead..." He replies as he sees you taking the butterfly bandage out. He notices you ignoring him and not returning his stare, which makes him feel embarrassed. Does she not like my compliments?

Your bashful expression says otherwise. Carefully, you press the split skin together, closing the wound with the butterfly bandage. Your touch was gentle.

He stares at your expression with a small smile as he sees you applying the bandage, feeling relaxed as your touch is gentle. He notices your bashfulness and it makes him feel excited that you could be interested in him.

"You are very... uh... delicate, aren't you?" He says, stumbling over his words a bit.

"All in a day's work..." You reply, delicately applying a soothing ointment to his wound now that it was disinfected. You move from his side, removing your gloves with ease. One falls to the floor and you bend to pick it up, accidentally exposing the lacy underwear beneath your short nurse's outfit.

He notices you bending to pick up the glove that dropped, revealing your panties. He blushes even more as takes in your beautiful figure, and he has to hold his breath in order to not let a moan escape his mouth.

He tries to hide his embarrassment by looking away but he can't help it as his eyes keep focusing back on you. He tries to speak up. "Why– do you wear such...uh...cute clothes for this? I thought you were supposed to wear more neutral outfits for this kind of job...?"

"Oh, um… The higher-ups thought it would help boost the patients’ morale." You explain, throwing away the soiled supplies. Leon's eyes follow your form as it moves beneath your tight dress.

"I think it's just a lame excuse to be able to leer at the nurses. What's really so morale-boosting about some lace panties?" He says, his blush still very much present. "Well... Not that I'm complaining though... You do look very cute in these..." He blushes even more as he tries to hide it. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you hear his words. 

"...that's just a personal preference. They don't really care about what we wear beneath the uniform." You say shyly, embarrassed that he caught that detail.

"Oh, well... If it's a personal preference, you've sure got great taste." He tries to joke as his heart starts racing even faster. He still finds the clothes a bit weird to be using in this context, but he still can't complain when the clothes are this cute on you.

You shyly bite your lip and run your fingers across the short hem on your dress. "It's protocol to keep you here overnight for observation. Can I help you with anything else to make your stay more enjoyable?" You ask innocently, too innocently for your suggestive tone. His face turns into a huge smile as he hears the last sentence and raises an eyebrow. 

"Uh...? What do you mean by that?" He replies in a flustered manner as his blush deepens even more. Something tells you he knows exactly what you mean.

"Just doing my job, sir." You say innocently, moving towards him. "Here let me help you." You offer, urging him forward. Your touch is gentle as you run your hand up his strong arm. When he leans forward, you fluff the pillows behind him before moving your hand across his toned chest, urging him back. You giggle sweetly at his stunned expression. "Much better, right?"

He starts to feel more and more flustered by your sweet tone and your soft hands. 

He's starting to feel something rising down there, and he's hoping you don't notice… You’re definitely way too gentle and sweet with him...

"Y-Yeah... It already feels better... Thanks, nurse..." He mumbles as his lips curve up into a smile.

"You can call me Y/n." You suggest, biting your lip. Leon's eyes are drawn to the sweet blush across your cheeks. I bet she's a brat in bed, he thinks.

"Mhh... Y/n..." He says, tasting the words in a flirty tone as his smile gets a lot more confident. He notices you biting your lip and that you’re feeling a bit shy, and it makes him want to tease you... It'd be so fun to make her fall even more for him. "That's a very cute name for such a beautiful lady..."

"Mhh, you think so?" You giggle sweetly, your touch gentle as you run your hand soothingly up his strong arm.

“Yeah, I love this name. I haven't met any beauty as sweet and as lovely as you before. With a name to match. " He replies as he starts feeling his heart racing even faster. He's getting excited by the way you’re treating him. It's so relaxing and so hot at the same time, and his body is becoming very sensitive to your touch... 

And… the feeling down there now is becoming harder and harder to hide.

"Thank you, Leon. You're so sweet." You say, shyly brushing your hair back. Leon's eyes fall to the way your breasts press against each other at the action. God, this uniform mandate really was morale-boosting.

"Can I help you with anything else, Leon?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head innocently. Your eyes, however, are anything but innocent. She was definitely a brat in bed, Leon decides. Teasing him like this, how cruel.

“You know very well what I want, don't you?..." He dares to say with a small wink. "And you're still playing innocent?" He shakes his head with a tsk.

You widen your eyes purposefully. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I don't understand. Is there something else that needs treating that I missed, Leon?"

He sighs in a playful-annoyed tone as you’re playing innocent again. He finds it cute and hot, but it's also driving him crazy. “As cute and innocent as you're trying to look, Y/n, it's not that hard to know what a man wants..." He replies in a flirtatious tone as he smirks at you. "But maybe I need to make it more clear for you..."

As soon as he feels your breath on his ear, he shivers and goosebumps appear all over his body. She's too good at this. "I would really appreciate it if you communicated every ache, every itch that needs scratching, sir." You say, bending to whisper the words in his ear sweetly. 

He manages to regain control over himself quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you against him. He nuzzles into your neck as he whispers back in a playful manner. "Every ache... And itch... I've got one in a specific place. Maybe you could help me by scratching it–?"

"Mhh, or do you need me to kiss it better, Leon?" You tease, licking your bottom lip suggestively before biting the plump flesh with a wink.

His face turns into a huge blush and his heartbeat starts accelerating even more as he watches you move in close, staring into his eyes. His mind goes absolutely blank and he can only stare at you in shock. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks at your lips and how you bite them... He's lost in the moment and he can’t really comprehend what you just said.

"Leon? Can you show me where it hurts?" You continue to tease him with a pout. God, she was such a fucking brat.

He can't help but feel both embarrassed and surprised at how forward your question is. He clears his throat "Uh... R-Right here..." He says in a nervous manner as his blush deepens even more, then he points at his lap. You follow his line of sight and smile.

"Aww, poor baby. How long has it been hurting?" You pout, a mischievous look in your eyes before you move to lock the door and shut the blinds.

He looks at you with a shocked expression as he watches you.

Wow... Is she really doing this? He thinks to himself as he shifts a bit in excitement.

"Do you want me to kiss it better, baby?" You ask sweetly.

Leon starts to feel his breath getting heavier as his heart is racing faster "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He replies softly, still feeling his face turn into a brighter red as he slowly nods.

"Alright, help me up, baby." You say, toeing your white high heels off, leaving you in white thigh-high stockings. You raise up onto the bed with his help, your soft form shifting in the cute, tight nurse's outfit. 

He gazes up at you while you get on the bed. He's completely transfixed.

You lean in, resting yourself on his lap. Leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin of his neck, you continue to tease him. "Where did it hurt again, sir?"

His body shudders violently as he feels your warm breath on his skin.

"I-It's here..." He answers as he lays back a bit and palms at his aching length through his trousers.

"Mhh." You sigh into his ear, riling him up further. "Will you let me make it better?"

"Y-Yeah..." 

"Here, help me out of this." You say innocently, guiding his hands up to your body, encouraging him to palm at your chest and unfasten the buttons of your nurse's dress. He gulps as you say that, but he immediately starts unbuttoning the uniform as you asked. This is happening... This is really happening...

"Thank you, sir." You sigh, slipping the dress off your shoulders, exposing your body to him. He's almost speechless as his eyes are filled with shock and surprise when he sees you in this state. The white lingerie and the white thigh-high stockings. Fuck, she is so sexy , Leon thinks to himself, pressing his crotch up. You moan at the contact.

"O-Oh... W-wow..." He mutters dumbly as a pretty blush creeps up his neck, too transfixed to speak but he's not complaining one bit, on the contrary.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, right on the wound you had cleaned and dressed for him. Your kiss sends shivers all over his body. He can't help but keep his eyes closed, feeling his breath getting heavier yet again and his heartbeat speeding up even more.

After the kiss, all he can do is stare at you with a look of pure happiness, looking at you as if he had never witnessed something so beautiful as you in his entire life.

"Let me treat you, hmm?" You offer, sliding your body down his, until your breasts are resting on his lap. You gaze up at him as you move to unbuckle his belt, the piercing sound making you shiver. You bite your lip and eye him innocently, pulling him out of his pants and leaving a kiss at the tip of his length. 

He gulps once again and smiles at her. She is just stunning... It's like those goddesses from the movies, but even better... You’re absolutely perfect in his eyes. He can't help but feel his heartbeat accelerating yet again.

You release him from your hold to let your hair down from its confinement, your nurse's cap still resting delicately on top of your head.

"God, you're... beautiful, Y/n." He says in such a soft and honest tone as he stares at you with a big smile on his face, his eyes filled with pure admiration.

You smile back up at him, taking him back into your hold and licking up his length with a wink. "Thank you, sir. I aim to please."

He lets out a soft gasp as he feels your lips. It's such a warm feeling. He's slowly losing the ability to speak at this point.

You notice his speechless state and giggle, taking him into your mouth with a sweet moan at his taste. The vibration sent shivers down Leon's spine. his eyes immediately snap open with a huge blush as he lets out a groan this time. 

You continue to work up and down his length, swirling your tongue around him as you bring him to a state of complete bliss. When you see his writhing form getting close, you release him from your mouth with a vulgar pop!

The sweet feeling is so intense, it's just, indescribable. And it was driving him crazy. He was never expecting such a sensation, yet he just couldn't ask her to stop... Oh, how could she do such a perfect job? This is heaven... But she's also leaving him... Edging him…

God, why? He feels like this must be the best feeling in the world, so he's unable to say anything as he can't think straight on his own. And maybe he doesn't care. It felt so good...so, so, sooo good...he was completely at her mercy... And—

"Mhh, does it feel better yet, Mr. Leon?" You ask teasingly.

"N-Nnn... Not yet..." He replies breathlessly, his body trembling with every movement of yours. He's completely lost at this moment, and it doesn't seem like he's able to really think straight. He's already moaning again from your work. He just can't resist you. It must be impossible to resist her.

Without warning, you take him down your throat once again. Leon squirms beneath you at the feeling, pressing his hips closer to you with a pathetic whimper. He was so close.

You don’t stop this time, working him until he's a moaning mess, spilling into your pretty mouth with an airy groan. 

He can't help but bite his lip as he experiences the most incredible sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. The thing that really kills him is the way you smile up at him as you lick up his essence, so innocently. Brat, he thinks with half-lidded eyes. You release his softening length with a sigh, swiping up with the bit of his cum that had spilled out of your mouth before licking it up with a moan.

"Does it feel better, sir?" He hears you say. He lets out a contented noise as he looks down at you. His body shivers as you tuck him back into his pants with ease before moving up his body, pressing your breasts into his toned chest.

He's enjoying his time with you quite a lot.

She's such a beauty... Everything about her is just so perfect... She's just... Absolutely perfect... He sighs once more and smiles at you, his arms sliding around your waist.

"Thank you, Y/n.” He says with a tender tone as he feels his breath accelerating yet again, feeling his heart rate increase with the movement of your body against his.

He lets out another contented noise as he's unable to control himself, and he starts kissing your cheek. 

Her body felt so good against his...

She was truly perfection. He could tell you were enjoying this too. She's just perfect, all of her. Her beauty and charm, her innocence and brattiness.

"Mhh, need you."  Is all you can say, whimpering into his ear as you press your aching core against him and lick at his neck. You’re trembling above him, your arousal evident. Poor thing, she must be so worked up, Leon thinks.

His body shivers violently, feeling your tongue and your breath on his neck. He has never felt like this. And now all he can think of is more. And more. Of you. Your touch was driving him crazy. Your tongue...  

God, this must be heaven... He wants to return the favor. To please you like you’re doing to him. But, where to start?

He feels you guide his hands to your body, as if giving him permission to touch you. And he's not one to resist an angel’s directions. His hands start exploring everything he can reach and touch as he starts to feel you all over. His eyes widen as he does this.

"You're so soft... so sweet... and all mine..." His voice is shining with excitement as he moves his hands, gently moving them around your body. The lights above shine down on you, creating the illusion of a halo around your sweet form. Leon can't help himself anymore, sitting up and bringing you with him, licking a stripe up your neck as he palms your sweet ass. "You're perfect, Y/n.” He says breathlessly before leaning in to kiss your lips passionately.

You moan into the kiss, knitting your delicate fingers into his soft hair, pulling at the light strands.

As the kiss goes on, he moves his hands to your arms and starts holding you close. He can't express his feelings enough, this was heaven and all his emotions are overwhelming him a little right now. You’re too beautiful. His mind simply can't believe that you’re here, with him. 

The most beautiful thing on earth. He can't put it into words. All he can do is continue kissing you. A few more kisses is all he wants now. He is already beyond content as it is.

But you aren't, squirming in his lap for contact.

 "Please..." You moan sweetly into the kiss, running your perfectly-manicured nails down his toned back. The nails against his body feel like fire. He's getting even more sensitive to the sensation. 

He breaks the kiss after a few seconds, still shaking a little but looking at you with a look of pure bliss as he breathes a bit heavier. He's still holding you close. A string of saliva connects you two and Leon takes in your desperate expression with arousal forming in him once again. God, I want to ruin her.

"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Leon asks with a smile, kissing your cheek once again. He runs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh, his lip caught between his teeth at the sight of your body. He trails a hand up, delighting in the way you squirms, before reaching your jaw. You moan shyly, hiding your face in his neck. He brushes your hair back and eyes you curiously. "Tell me. Anything. It's all yours..."

"Please. I need you." You stumble to say, catching his thumb in between your lips and sucking at it, reminding him of your earlier treatment.

He smiles, feeling the sound of your moaning and feeling your breath on his neck. He can feel his arousal growing again.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do..." He replies with a commanding tone, looking at you with a heated gaze.

"I... I want you. To fill me, please." You plead sweetly. A faint smile crosses across his face as he hears you. He felt his heart beating faster, this was what he wanted. 

He nods, looking directly into your pretty eyes as he orders you. "On your hands and knees, now."

You whimper at his words, turning around in his lap and getting on your hands and knees, your firm, supple ass right in front of his face.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, his voice still full of authority. "Good girl..."

You moan out loud at his words, rubbing your tight-clad thighs together for a semblance of contact to your most sensitive area. "Please. Please, sir."

His eyes widen a little as you continue moaning and begging him. He looks at you as he sits up behind you, a little grin as he speaks now, his voice a little less commanding and a little more caring now. "Please what, babydoll?"

“Please, fill me!" You moan, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him to act. 

His body moves automatically as he lets out a soft groan, removing himself from his trousers once again. He was trying to be more dominant and strict, but that was so hard when it came to her. He couldn't help but smile seeing her squirm. She must really be enjoying this. 

Brat, he thinks, an idea popping up in his head at the thought. He delivers a firm slap to your ass. “Try again. But this time, ask me nicely."

"’M sorry. Please, sir, please fill me up." You whimper, arching into the mattress and pushing your hips against his. When you feel him begin to palm your ass, you smile against your forearm, arching into his touch.

"... Good girl..." You moan at the way he addresses you. The feeling of him tearing off those lace panties that began this all makes you bite your lip, overwhelmed by excitement. "Tell me what you want one more time." He says, teasing at your soaked entrance. Your cheeks are burning now as you try to push your hips against his, but his firm hold on your waist prevents you from succeeding. "C'mon, babydoll. Tell me what you want your daddy to do." Leon says, palming your ass and grinding against your core without entering you. You whine at the contact, the sheets beneath you wrinkling as your hold on them tightens. 

"Please, daddy, please, fuck me." You moan out. He looks at you with a smile. When he pushes into your soaked heat without warning, you can't help but moan pathetically. "Oh, Leon!"

"Yeah, babydoll?" He says with a teasing smile. "You just needed your daddy, didn't you?"

“Yes, please. Harder!" You moan, your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he fucks you roughly. He gives your ass a firm slap, biting his lip as your moans reach his hearing.

"...such a good girl ..." You whine at his words, beginning to fuck yourself on his cock, your hips slamming back against his roughly. Leon's hands creep up and undo your bra, exposing your chest to the cold atmosphere.

Your moans begin to blend into each other, alerting Leon that you were close to reaching your peak. 

“‘M gonna cum.” You whimper. He pulls you up by the shoulder, his grip firm before he slinks his hand into your hair, pulling roughly at the strands. You whine pathetically at the treatment. “Can I cum?”

His mind is going crazy. This is pure perfection. Pure heaven.

"You know better. Ask me again." He growls, palming at your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples before he bites at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Can I cum, please? Please, daddy." You whimper into his ear, resting your head back on his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into your warm heat. 

His arousal spikes and he bites his lip a little. "Yes, cum for me."

At his command, you feel that knot in your stomach snap, your body beginning to tremble as incoherent moans of pleasure spill from your pretty, swollen lips. 

If not for Leon holding you up, you would have slumped onto the mattress, exhaustion filling you as you began to come down from your peak. Leon gently leads you onto your stomach and continues to use you for his own pleasure. It's not long before Leon reaches his peak once again, spilling into your trembling form with an airy groan, his grip firm on your ass and hip. You whine at the roughness.

He looks down at you as he catches his breath, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. His heart is beating harder and faster than ever. He's got to be dreaming. He's never been so happy. 

He eases out of you slowly, turning you onto your back and wiping away the tears staining your heated cheeks. "Good girl, such a good girl for me, babydoll."

"Mhh, just wanna be your good girl." You whine, nuzzling into his neck as he rests his body weight on you. His smile only grows a bit bigger as he hears your words.

"And you'll always be my good girl, isn't that right?" He says, kissing you on the cheek.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip before releasing the plump flesh and scrunching your nose at him cutely. "I love you, Leon."

"I love you too, babydoll..." He replies with a soft smile on his face, his voice sounding even more soft and sweet than before.

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Short headcanons on the type of relationship Resident Evil characters need from their partner:

Chris Redfield: Honesty. Trust has always been a huge deal to Chris and Wesker’s betrayal against STARS only reinforced this. Chris needs to know that you’ll be willing to tell him when something’s wrong or when he’s messed up because the two of you can only work through problems if you communicate. 

Jill Valentine: Compassion. Jill valued kindness since day one. It’s why she continues to fight B.O.W.s. She’d be lying though if she said she didn’t need the gentleness too. After Raccoon City and Wesker controlling her, Jill has a lot of baggage and needs someone to comfort her without babying her. 

Claire Redfield: Resilience. Claire wants to make a difference in the world, preferably with you by her side. The world can be cruel though. In order to do good together, you need to have the fortitude to keep moving forward despite all the sorrow and pain you may see or experience. It’s something Claire admires ever since her brother kept her life together following their parents’ deaths. 

Ada Wong: Flexibility. Ada likes her freedom. She can certainly be deeply connected to you and be faithful, no problem. She just needs you to be comfortable with her having her space from time to time or disappearing during a gig. Once the job’s done, Ada will be happy to spoil you with all the gifts and affection she saved during her absence as a thank you.

Carlos Oliveira: Humor. You don’t necessarily have to be cracking jokes every 10 seconds, but Carlos really appreciates sharing a similar humor style with you. He deals with stress by trying to laugh it off, so if you’re both laughing at the same comedy movie or ridiculous animal videos, then it’ll help him unwind. 

Leon S. Kennedy: Stability. So much of Leon’s life has been one tragedy after another. First his parents die, then Raccoon City, all the death he’s seen as an agent… There are plenty of days where it becomes too much for him. Leon, for all his flirting and drinking, wants nothing more than a person he can come home to and feel normal for a change. Be that constant that he’s never had.

Piers Nivans: Loyalty. Piers is essentially a puppy with those he cares about. He’ll protect you, follow you dutifully, and love you up every chance he gets. He needs to know you’ve got his back too though. If you can support him the same way he does for you, then he’ll feel safe enough to show you the vulnerable side hidden underneath his tough soldier persona.

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

BLOG MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3

Pairing(s) — Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Fandom — A Song of Ice and Fire - All Media Types

Status — in progress.

Current word count — 3.3k

Warning(s) — Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, Angst, Manipulation, Survivor’s Guilt, Loss, Betrayal, Explicit Sexual Content, War, Bastardphobia

Tag(s) — Enemies to lovers, Double agents, Star-Crossed Lovers, Solace, Rapunzel Elements, Seduction, Melancholy, Denial of feelings, Women In Power, BAMF Women, Women’s Rights, The Author regrets nothing, The Author regrets everything, Other Additional Tags To Be Applied

Synopsis — The impending war of Fire and Blood had long since arrived. A dangerous dance of dragons drags on as the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros suffer the consequences—peace a distant memory. The once-bright flames of the Blacks threaten to dim as the tides of war turn in the Greens’ favor.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆?"

Confined to the dreary, barren halls of Dragonstone with no option but to sit back and watch as her family is torn apart, Vaella Velaryon sets out on a fool’s errand of a mission. A desperate effort to finally put an end to the deadly civil war threatening to destroy her house and send the realm into chaos.

“𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.”

Vaella would end this war. No matter the cost. And by any means necessary.

...

Based on the radio broadcast episode of a 1944 podcast sponsored by Vicks, Dangerously Yours, titled ‘Masquerade’.

1. Chapter One: Prologue

2. Chapter Two: The Inn

Author’s Note — Disclaimer: I do not own any of A Song of Ice and Fire's plotlines or any of their characters. I do, however, take credit for Vaella’s character and the plot surrounding her, so please do not share to any other sites and/or claim the story as your own.

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐧

Synopsis — Vaella has devised a plan to put an end to the war. Now the time has come to set it into motion.

Status — in progress. Masterlist. Chapter 1.

Pairing(s) — Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Fandom — A Song of Ice and Fire - All Media Types

Warning(s) —Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, Angst, Manipulation, Survivor’s Guilt, Loss, Betrayal, Explicit Sexual Content, War, Bastardphobia

Tag(s) —Enemies to lovers, Double agents, Star-Crossed Lovers, Solace, Rapunzel Elements, Seduction, Melancholy, Denial of feelings, Women In Power, BAMF Women, Women’s Rights, The Author regrets nothing, The Author regrets everything, Other Additional Tags To Be Applied

Moonlight painted the wet woods in shades of silver and Vaella swallowed harshly as she shuffled closer to the tree she stood behind, the rough bark digging painfully into her skin as she pressed herself further out of view. She could see him clearly now. Through the apertures carved out of the inn’s strong stone walls, his pale hair seemed to glow in the light of the hearth’s flame, the radiant sight as alluring as the warmth promised inside the inn. Vaella suppressed a shiver. 

The distant sound of the rolling of thunder echoed in the skies. The elements were unforgiving, rain beginning to fall from the heavens in steady sheets as soon as she landed Vermithor. The incessant patter of water had yet to fade away into a dull rush in the back of her mind.

Vaella had trekked the rest of the way to the Old Inn at the crossroads she had overheard one of her mother’s scouts report he would be. She was exhausted but Vaella knew that stealth would be her greatest asset until the time came to enact the next phase of her plan.

When she caught word of the Prince Regent’s exploits in the Riverlands, Vaella knew her chance to act had arrived. Only last night, a raven had arrived at Dragonstone recalling his recapture of Harrenhal and her stepfather’s failure. Her uncle’s success would cloud his mind—and his judgment. She was sure. 

Vaella reached up, carefully adjusting the soaked hood cloaking her distinguishing locks until the fabric sat right at her hairline, only slightly exposing her unique roots. Few would catch the incriminating detail, but she knew he would. She was counting on it.

Swiping a pale hand down her moistened face, the Princess sighed. Gods give me strength, she thought as she quickly wrapped the weathered wool cloak closer around her shivering form and began wading towards the grand inn under the veil of darkness promised by the towering trees. 

She kept her head down, the muted music and cheering from the inn’s common room growing louder with every careful step she took. No one heard as she eased open the establishment’s heavy wooden door. But the shrill screech of the ancient hinge as it slammed shut behind her foiled her sly entry—the music coming to an abrupt halt.

Vaella felt her mouth go dry, her throat constricting painfully tight as she mustered up the courage to clear it. Carefully, she took a tentative step toward the reception counter.

“A single room,” She spoke in a low voice to the innkeeper, her unwavering gaze a stark contrast to her seemingly-disheveled appearance. The man’s dark grey eyes were cold and harsh as he scanned over her form in scrutiny. Vaella swallowed down her discomfort. “Private, please.”

The man said nothing. She watched him turn to face the long and drafty common room and its many patrons. Vaella was sure whose eye the man had sought out. When he returned her gaze, his features had tightened into a cold expression. 

“Apologies, lass. But we’re all full.” He barked, his voice gruff and unforgiving. Vaella was silent for a few moments, her eyes flickering between his as she took in the newfound knowledge with dread budding in her mind.

This was a mistake. The thought appeared in her mind but she quickly dismissed it—she couldn’t give up so quickly, not when she had already come so far. Too far to back away, anyway. Mayhaps she was afraid, but she would not let her fear consume her. She might be afraid, but she was no craven. From infancy, she had learned that when her voice shook, she was saying the right thing. When her hands trembled with fear, she was on the right path.

“...truly?” She breathed out, delicately resting a rough hand on the dusty wooden counter separating her from the man. The dark metal of the dragon cuff coiling up her elegant wrist glinted enticingly as the intricate detailing caught the warm light painting the space, its blood-red ruby eyes appearing to glow. The man seemed to pause for a moment—looking down at the wristlet as if enraptured by its beauty—before he huffed.

“Yes, truly.” He said through gritted teeth, raising his scruffy chin dismissively. Vaella swallowed harshly, peering up at the rough man through her dark lashes. There wasn’t a trace of humor or sympathy on his features. She swallowed harshly as a familiar figure stood from their seat in the corner of her vision. Instinctively, she backed away from the innkeeper’s counter. “In fact, we won’t be open to any new patrons for the time being.” By now, all eyes were on her—the room of soldiers enthralled as they observed her and the innkeeper’s interaction.

Vaella dropped her head, hiding her widened eyes and paled expression as she turned. The music had yet to return and all that could be heard was her rushed footsteps as she quickly vacated the inn. 

The frigid night air was harsh as it bit at her ivory skin. She wrapped the cloak tighter around her toned frame once again. The rain hadn’t halted, only intensified, as if the heavens above were personally seeking to punish her for her failure. Vaella allowed the deafening pitter-patter to absorb her hearing as she stumbled back in the way she had come.

You stupid, stupid little girl. Your foolishness had doomed what little family you have left.

“You,” A deep, unfamiliar voice suddenly called out. Vaella felt the color drain from her face. Tripping over an exposed tree root, she quickly regained her balance. The snapping of branches behind her reached her hearing and Vaella immediately quickened her long strides. “Girl!” The voice was much closer now. Just as Vaella moved to run, she felt a rough grip tighten around her firm bicep.

“Unhand me!” She snarled, whipping around to face her attacker. Unfamiliar brown eyes met her deep violet ones. 

“My, my, my…” The man trailed off, recognition flickering in his gaze as he scanned over her pretty features. Vaella hadn’t even realized her hood had fallen, exposing her true identity. “You are quite far from home, dear princess.” 

“I won’t repeat myself again—remove your hand or I will do it for you.” She said, her smoky voice harsh with dark promise as her fingers twitched in anticipation. Her free arm disappeared beneath the confines of her cloak. Cool steel met her fingertips.

“And deprive myself of such a sweet spoil of war?” The knight guffawed, mouth agape as if the very notion had offended him. Vaella grunted in discomfort as the man forced her to his armored side, sliding his hand lecherously down the curve of her body. Vaella felt her lip curl up in disgust. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Thank you, ser. I am most flattered by this offer. Regrettably, I will have to decline,” Vaella growled before unsheathing her hidden sword—a short, easily concealable blade of Valyrian steel. No matter the cost. By any means necessary. She told herself. “There is but enough room beneath my skirts for one cunt.” The young woman snapped before a gust of air rushed across her face as she swung her sword. The incriminating hand fell to the damp ground with a thud.

“You bastard whore!” The man shouted, shoving her away as he gazed down at his gushing stump in shock. The unexpected force caught her off guard and Vaella fell back on the damp ground with a quiet grunt. A pang of unease shot through her stomach as the man turned to face her, a dark look in his eyes. “You’ll pay for that!”

Acting on pure instinct, Vaella delivered a sharp kick to his knee, watching as his legs gave out and he fell to the ground on his back a few paces away. Quickly she wrangled herself onto her hands and knees, clawing her way toward the man before he could recover. Rain poured down on her trembling frame as she hovered above the knight. An ugly squelching sound entered the air as Vaella lost herself in her desperation. 

“Princess,” A silky voice called out. Vaella fell back with a silent gasp, looking down at the vibrant crimson soaking the dark blade in shock. She had trained all her life—as soon as she could walk, she had been longing for the way of the blade. She had seen blood, knew the suffocating, copper scent intimately well. 

But she had never seen such gore in her life. The sensation of slicing through skin, meat, and bone still foreign to her. That day in the throne room—she had acted without thinking, she had disposed of Vaemond in response to the slander he had thrown at her family and then she had moved on without ever pondering on what she had done, let alone taken it in so closely. This… this was different. Vaella felt bile rise in her throat. 

A gentle pressure resting on her shoulder made her gasp, only then did she remember to breathe. She looked up at the figure looming above her with wide eyes.

“Aemond…” She breathed out into the cool night air.

“Niece,” He purred, his long, elegant fingers gently grazing her forehead as he brushed back the fallen strands of damp, dark hair out of her face. His eye scanned her bloodied features in awe. “What a stunning surprise.”

To be continued...

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Synopsis — The impending war of Fire and Blood had long since arrived. A dangerous dance of dragons drags on as the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros suffer the consequences—peace a distant memory. The once-bright flames of the Blacks threaten to dim as the tides of war turn in the Greens’ favor.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆?"

Confined to the dreary, barren halls of Dragonstone with no option but to sit back and watch as her family is torn apart, Vaella Velaryon sets out on a fool’s errand of a mission. A desperate effort to finally put an end to the deadly civil war threatening to destroy her house and send the realm into chaos.

“𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.”

Vaella would end this war. No matter the cost. And by any means necessary.

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Based on the radio broadcast episode of a 1944 podcast sponsored by Vicks, Dangerously Yours, titled ‘Masquerade’.

Pairing(s) — Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Fandom — A Song of Ice and Fire - All Media Types

Status — in progress. Masterlist. Chapter Two.

Current word count — 3.3k

Warning(s) —Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, Angst, Manipulation, Survivor’s Guilt, Loss, Betrayal, Explicit Sexual Content, War, Bastardphobia

Tag(s) —Enemies to lovers, Double agents, Star-Crossed Lovers, Solace, Rapunzel Elements, Seduction, Melancholy, Denial of feelings, Women In Power, BAMF Women, Women’s Rights, The Author regrets nothing, The Author regrets everything, Other Additional Tags To Be Applied

Vaella could remember a time when the notion of war could only be found in written scriptures and the lessons drilled into her mind by dull maesters and tolerant septas, the gruesome testimonies of the horrific violence and unforgiving bloodshed simply collecting dust on the towering shelves of the castle’s vast library—peace a silent privilege she had yet to appreciate or acknowledge. 

She could remember when her days were spent selfishly, wastefully, fueled by her curiosity as she ran rampant through the crimson halls of the Red Keep, exploring the hidden aspects of the castle between lessons, training in secret with the man whose house name silently hung over her and her siblings their entire lives like the turbulence overcast of clouds that battered House Baratheon’s ancestral seat. That time had long since passed.

If she had to determine the exact moment when she sensed the shift—when the naive, idealistic gloss of a child’s memory finally lifted, and she could finally see the growing animosity in her house for what it was, it would be the question of her brother’s inheritance that sent her family back to King’s Landing. Though life before the war felt so distant now, she could still recall their return to the Red Keep like it was only yesterday, the hearing in the throne room seared into her memory. 

Silence had consumed the vast hall, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd all stood with bated breath to hear the King’s decision. Vaella smiled triumphantly as her grandmother returned to her spot next to Baela, there would be no question of her brother’s claim now.

“I hereby reaffirm Prince Jacaerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.” The King proclaimed. Vaella shut her eyes in quiet relief before she paused, basking in the warmth of the intruding light. Her onyx-black hair gleamed like the dark steel from her ancestors’ home in the sun’s glow while the contrasting white strands littered throughout her long tresses glinted like spun silver.

The soft smile brightening her soft features soon pulled into a frown. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched as a raspy wheeze escaped her grandfather’s pale lips.

“You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.” Vaemond Velaryon hissed as he moved back in front of the menacing throne. Vaella raised her brows in surprise before exchanging a twin look of arrogant disbelief with her stepfather.

“‘Allow it’? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” The King said sternly, an air of absoluteness lacing his words. The throne room grew eerily silent for a few moments. Vaella could feel Vaemond’s anger from where she stood, could see how it threatened to consume him as the man vibrated with rage. Vaella’s features hardened and she quietly waited for his outburst.

"That,” He shouted as he pointed accusingly at Jace. Vaella felt the telltale signs of anger creeping into her senses. “is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.”

“Go to your chambers,” Princess Rhaenyra turned and said to Vaella’s brothers. Vaella just barely managed to catch the panicked look in her mother’s eyes before her features tightened into a mask of indifference and she turned back around. “You have said enough.” The Princess said to Vaemond, her voice low in warning, but he paid her no mind.

“Jacaerys is my true-born grandson. And you…” The King intersected, exhaustion painted on his features. Vaella’s brows drew in as she observed her grandfather in silent worry. “are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

“You may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine.” Vaemond said harshly, an unspoken accusation lacing his words. Vaella harshly swallowed down the sudden rush of anxiety that accompanied his statement, looking over at her mother with alarm in her amethyst eyes. “My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this…” Vaemond held his tongue, the word fighting to escape the man’s tightly-shut lips no mystery to the court. The young princess forced her expression into one of indifference.

“Say it.” Her stepfather muttered, daring the man to utter the word and face the consequences. Vaella watched him carefully, shifting uncomfortably on her feet.

“Her children, are bastards!” The man shouted for the entire throne room to hear, throwing an accusatory finger at Vaella and her younger siblings. Vaella inhaled sharply, fighting to quell the fire rising in her chest as symphonies of hushed whispers reached her ears. “And she, is a whore.” Dark spots painted Vaella’s vision, her actions no longer her own as anger began to cloud her senses. Cool steel met her fingertips.

“I, will have your tongue for that.” The King exclaimed in absolute fury before the audible thud of Vaemond Velayron’s limp body hitting the ground shocked the throne room into deafening silence. Quiet murmurs of disbelief erupted from the crowd once they realized who had slain the man.

“He can keep his tongue.” Princess Vaella said, resting her weight on Dark Sister’s glistening blade as she fought back a smile. She could feel the intensity of all the eyes on her, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made her indifferent to the attention.

“Disarm her!” She heard the Hand shout before a swarm of guards surrounded her. Vaella eyed them warily, stumbling back for a moment before she regained her footing.

“No need,” The girl muttered, wiping the dripping blood off the blade with the hem of her skirts. She heard a gasp to her left, her gaze shifting to see the Queen Consort’s eyes locked firmly on the bit of soft pale flesh she had exposed with the action. Vaella scoffed, dropping the fine fabric as her calculating violet eyes drifted across the faces of her distant relatives.

Pangs of guilt crept up her senses at the distress painted onto Helaena’s delicate features. But the curious look in the eye of her uncle Aemond as he rose his gaze to look at her made the young woman’s features harden as she raised a dark brow in quiet challenge.

Aemond. The two of them had always been congenial with each other when they did interact—Vaella preferring to keep to herself and her silly adventures as Aemond obsessed over his misfortune. They had once bonded over that shared wound, the quiet misery of hailing from the blood of Old Valyria with no dragon to show for it—but Alicent’s hold on her son had been too strong and had prevented any further affection from growing between the two of them. And once Vaella and her family had returned to the Red Keep, it was clear the bitterness fed into Aemond’s soul by his mother and his grandsire had already festered into a deep hate. A fact that had stung more than Vaella would ever care to admit.

It was the way he had looked at her that night. She had found him on a barren balcony staring up into the swelled moon with tears shining in his kind, captivating eyes. The devastation painting his dirtied features made her own heart ache with that familiar longing. It was clear his visit to the Dragonpit had ended in failure and disappointment once again.

“It is said, once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun,” She had whispered into the biting air, moving to his side and gently resting her hands on the cool stone of the marble balustrade. Aemond had been enthralled as he turned at the sound of her sweet, tender voice, listening intently to the words pouring from her lips. Her eyes remained on the glimmer of the moon’s light over the calm sea. A true Velayron she was. No matter what rumors followed her. "That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the prolific age of dragons will return.”

An understanding had formed between the two of them from then on. They continued to pursue their interests, but with the knowledge that they weren’t alone in their yearning. 

Then Aemond claimed Vhagar, and not long after, she had claimed Vermithor—their understanding rendered null as the two parted ways. 

It was only recently Vaella found herself haunted by the thought of him, of how different life would be if Alicent had accepted her mother’s proposal to betroth the two of them. Would the war have been avoided? Would her mother’s throne still have been usurped? Would her brothers still be fated to meet the same, sad end?

Vaella felt her chest tighten with a familiar pang of grief. Smoke and brimstone clung to her nostrils and she sat up with a shiver. Broken after the loss of one son, her mother seemed to find new strength after the loss of a second. Jace's death hardened her, burning away her restraint, leaving only her anger and hatred. Vaella had not left the safety of her chambers in the grim castle’s confines since the news had reached her grace.

“I want to fight for you, mother, as my brothers did. Let me prove that I am as brave as they were.” Vaella had begged, the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks shining a wicked orange in the light of the hearth’s flame. Her mother had smiled sadly, the blazing affection in her gaze lost as the fire in her eyes cooled to a scorching bed of ire. The hand grasping Vaella’s arm felt too harsh and constricting to be comforting. 

“Brave they were, and dead they are…” Her mother had replied, her voice as cold and bitter as the northern winter. “My sweet boys.” 

And once more, her grace forbade the princess to leave the castle. 

She understood her mother’s fear, but Vaella could not handle one more day tethered to the barren halls of Dragonstone, haunted by memories, damned to sit back and watch as her family was torn apart. First Luke, then Jace… Losing Joffery would surely kill her, Vaella was sure. She couldn’t even entertain the thought of losing Viserys or Aegon.

She could not—would not allow that to happen. Not this time. She needed to act. Although she did not possess Luke’s courage or Jace’s boldness, she had something many men lacked—the diligence to bide her time, to play her role. Vaella would put an end to this war. No matter the cost. By any means necessary.

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