ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴛʀʏᴇɴ & ᴊ. ꜱɴᴏᴡ

ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘꜱ | ʀ.ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ & ꜱ.ʙᴀɴᴋꜱ

its 5am sigh..

my friend irl who wants to stay anon wanted me to write smut for these 2. at first i didnt see the hype but after some research, these two own my heart

lmk if this is my calling to write for wrestling

update authors note: IM SORRY IF THE READER IS SASSY, MY FRIEND DIDNT WANT THE READER TO BE BORING YKKKK SDDKJFBKFJ

poc female reader

grab a snack girlies cuz this is kinda long

warnings: 18+ content, sexual tension, fingering, teasing, you being a bad bitch, sasha & roman being annoying, but they're heels so its okay, plus theres fluff, little bit of angst, cursing, wrestling violence. threesome, face-sitting, cunnilingus, aftercare, dom/sub, flirting(?), f/f/m.

*takes place in 2020-2021*

After Survivor Series in 2019, a whole bunch of upcoming superstars debuted on the main roster, you being one of them. You developed such a name and fanbase for yourself, especially after your triple threat match at NXT Takeover. Ever since you were young, you admired wrestling and now you finally had the spotlight you deserved.

You and a few more friends from NXT got drafted to Smackdown, at first you were a bit intimidated, especially after such an epic return from Roman Reigns at Summer Slam 2020 or a crazy betrayal from Sasha Banks to Bayley. But after a year and a half on the main roster, you were finally getting used to it.

You exited Vince McMahon's office and continue to stroll backstage of the WWE Thunderdome. You had just found out that you have a match tonight. A #1 contender's match for the WWE Womens Smackdown Championship against Bianca Belair. You were scheduled to lose. It was rough, you haven't had an opportunity for a title in forever, but business is business. You strolled around the corner and accidentally bumped into someone who seem to be heading for McMahon's office. "Crap, my bad." you apologized before looking up and actually shitting in your pants.

Roman Reigns. Roman Fucking Reigns. And He looked mad pissed. "Shit." you accidentally cursed out loud, meaning to just say that in your head. "You better watch where the hell you're going or there won't be a next time for you in this place." he threatened maliciously. You scrunched your face in anger. Who did he think he was? Paul was to his side, making the most cringiest face you've ever seen. It was hard not to stifle a laugh. However, you scoffed at his threat. "You can't do anything, man. You may be Vince's favorite but that doesn't mean everyone respects you around here. Just ask Kevin Owens." You spat back with a smirk before purposely bumping into Paul then walking the hell away.

You heard Paul grunt when you made contact with him and had the most shocked face ever. "That newbie is getting too comfortable around here." Paul spoke to his tribal chief who was clearly impressed by your remark. "Wiseman." Roman spoke in such a rough tone that caused the stubby man to stand in attention. "Yes, my tribal chief." Paul stammered quickly. "Go get her." Roman said before departing to Vince's office with a small smirk tugging at the side of his plump lips.

You sped walked when you thought were out of sight. Your heart rate definitely increased as well as your blood pressure.

You just told off Roman Reigns.

You just told off ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.

You opened the women's locker room and closed the door almost immediately. Sighing knowing you were now in a more comfortable atmosphere.

Until you weren't.

"You just always slam doors around here?!"

You sigh before turning your body fully to the woman you had issues with since you got here. Sasha Banks. Her arms were crossed as her right eyebrow rose in the most judgmental way possible. You had no idea what started your "beef", but you never entertained her, maybe that is what the problem is. You're here to wrestle and get your money and not to end her entire career. "Where are the others?" you asked, taking note of the empty locker room and ignoring her stupid comment. "Don't ignore me, bitch! I'm the legit boss—" she said while moving her hands and popping her mouth.

Here she goes again. The wonderful "I'm the legit boss, I'm the Smackdown Women's Champion..." blah blah blah bullshit. "Imma just head to culinary." you interrupted her mid-speech that caused her to open her mouth in shock. "Oh nah, nah, nah, NO! I know you did not just interrupt me. The champ?" She said while getting in your face. She has never done that before. "Oh, my fucking— Bitch, I don't give a fuck what you are!" You yelled back, quickly matching her energy.

Unfortunately, she wasn't expecting you to actually clap back, you never did. "Fuck out my face." you pushed her before swiftly opening the door to the women's locker room and making your way down to culinary. Fuck that bitch, always has something to say when no one says anything. You opened the door and smiled at the sight of your co-workers. Some greeting you with hugs and others with a simple wave. You walked over to where the food was being dished out and grabbed a couple of fruit and some of your favorite cheat-day snacks and put it on a plate.

You noticed Bianca, Kevin, Sami, Nia and Shayna were all sitting at the same table. Bianca waved you over with a gleaming smile. You walked over and snagged a seat to the right of Bianca and left of Kevin. "Girl, did you hear the news about the match tonight?" she asked while taking a bite of her salad. You put on the best smile you could. "Absolutely, girl. Proud of you, you deserve it. Get that damn title f'me, m'kay?" You said while punching her shoulder lightly. "Of course, girl. It's about time that the EST become champ!" she says gleefully. You grinned at her funny expression.

You looked at Kevin who took a drink of his water. You and him were close friends back in NXT before he moved up to the main roster. "What about you? You gonna be the one to finally shut that bitch up for good?" you say while elbowing his side a bit that caused him to chuckle. "Aye! Not too much on my cousin, girl." Nia was quick to say while you flipped her off with a giggle as she did the same.

Right when Kevin was going to say something, a certain stubby man cut him off. "Only someone worthy will "shut" the tribal chief up for good. And I fear that Mr. Owens is not the suitable candidate." Paul says out of nowhere that caused everyone to look at him stank.

He was quick to notice the atmosphere before bending down to your ear. "The Tribal Chief would like to speak with you." he whispered while you looked over at him judgmentally. "Tell him, fuck no." you whispered back while batting your eyelashes at the older man. His eyes widen in a way that almost caused you to laugh. "You're monstrous!" Paul yelled while quickly waddling away.

The group at the table laughed at the short man antics. "Yeah, I get that a lot!" You yelled at him with a giggle before rolling your eyes. "Dang, (name). What does Roman have on you?" Sami asked, genuinely concerned. You just swung your hand as if you were slapping a fly at his comment. "Man, I don't know. Nia's family is crazy." You said while smirking over to Nia who was now rolling her eyes. "Not as crazy as your ex." She remarks slyly before bursting out laughing. You did as well. Nia and you both casted on Total Divas late before you moved back down to developmental for more training.

A bunch of cameramen came in and told everyone the show was starting. You tried your best to hide your disappointment because you wanted to be happy for Bianca, but all you could see was yourself winning the contenders match and finally shutting Sasha up for good, but Bianca always did have heavy hits. You and the ladies walked to the locker room to gear up for tonight's show.

You and Bianca would be closing the show as the main event. It was actually great; it's been a while since women main evented shows on Smackdown ever since Bayley's and Sasha's feud. The main events were just the Bloodline vs Kevin Owens. Not like it really bothered you, it was a pretty good storyline. Now all decked out, you were ready to perform. You and Bianca were standing in the guerilla, waiting for your cues to go out.

You both did your signature handshake and wished each other luck as Vince went over specific rules that were targeted towards you.

Bianca was always sooo smooth and on point in the ring. You sometimes get a bit "passionate" according to Vince and get reckless, even injuring your opponent but you promised to be on your best behavior because Bianca needed to be in perfect health to fight Sasha.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall! It is the #1 contender match for the WWE Smackdown Women's Championship!"

The producers hit Bianca's music and gave her the cue to go out. She high fived you before walking smoothly out of the guerilla.

"Introducing first, From Knoxville, Tennessee: Biaaancaaa Belairrrr!"

"Bianca Belair, definitely an upcoming champion and has the title that everyone is talking about in her sights, what do you think, Corey?"

"Well, Cole. I definitely think that Bianca is one hundred and ten percent champion material, but we shouldn't count out her competition just yet. Everyone in the women's locker room has Bianca in their view as well as the championship, especially her opponent here tonight."

Looking over at the small screen that was held up in the guerilla, you see Bianca doing her signature dance while swinging her braid crazily. You giggled at her foolishness as she got into the ring.

The producers hit your music and gave your cue. Just when you about to walk out, you felt a sharp sting on your ass. You stumbled a bit then catching balance and ready to curse out the person who has no manners. You actually were shocked at the person. Sasha, grinning madly like the crazy person she was while giving you a small wave. You gave her back a scowl.

"(Name), you're on!" one of the producers said, regaining your attention. You sighed before making your way to the curtain. You turn back and looked over at a smirking Sasha. "I'll get you later." you mouthed. "We'll see." she mouthed back. You rolled your eyes before catching Roman walking into the guerilla and standing tall next to Sasha. They both were definitely burning holes through your head.

Creepy. You thought.

You walked out and did your signature entrance, trying to shake off the haters. Literally.

"And her opponent, from (hometown), (state). The Essence: (Wrestler Name)!"

"Now let's talk about the Essence, guys. (Wrestler name) has always proven to be one of the best WWE Superstars throughout her entire WWE career with her dedication and creative moves."

"I know that's right, Cole! Go whoop her (BLEEP), (Wrestler Name)!"

"Pat, get off the table!"

"Something tells me Bianca isn't going to hold back on (Wrestler Name) because they're friends."

You were given a good pop; you were sure that's how the online viewers knew you were bound to lose.

Now that you and Bianca were in the ring. It was time for the timekeeper to ring the bell. You and Bianca shook hands before backing into specific corners of the ring, waiting for the bell. The ring-announcer stepped down from the ring and towards the steps.

You and Bianca both looked confused because the bell never rung. Instead, a familiar entrance came onto the speakers and captivated the whole arena into cheers and some boos. You rolled your eyes as Sasha did her beat drop dance and strutted towards the ring.

You could just tell this was her idea that Vince approved on since absolutely no one told you or Bianca.

"I guess we have some company tonight. Making her way down the ramp towards the commentary table is the Smackdown's Women's Champion herself: Sasha Banks!"

"Smart move from the champ. Scouting out the competition, calculating the impressive moves and skills of these two ladies who can be qualified to win a title shot."

The bell rung. Bianca ran at you with full speed; you were dazed by Sasha strutting to the commentary table that your got slammed into the turnbuckle. You held your head, collecting your vision as Bianca hoisted you up, preparing for a vertical suplex. You jumped off and hit her with a knee jab.

"Sasha, welcome! Any thoughts on these two ladies who are competing for a title shot at your championship?"

"You know, Cole. These two don't scare me. Whether it's Bianca or (Wrestler Name), no one can beat the legit boss."

"I got to ask, Sasha. You posted a tweet out, targeting (Wrestler Name) on Twitter, and I quote "Don't be mad that you're not the one." Can you elaborate on that?"

"Now, I'm not sure if you heard, Cole, but (Wrestler Name) been coming for the boss ever since her debut. I don't even know what I did but no matter what I always finish it."

You had Bianca in the head lock as you both leaned towards the ropes that was the closest to the commentary table, you overheard what she said, getting pissed and distracted quickly. Bianca took the opportunity and pushed you to the ropes across and slammed into you and went for the pin that you quickly kicked out of.

You see Bianca slam onto the mat in anger while you were still stunned. You were letting yourself get distracted by Sasha that you totally forgot about the match. Even if you were destined to lose, you definitely should've been on your game. You quickly stood back to your feet and hit Bianca with a back to back clotheslines, leaping to the rope and performing a perfect neck breaker.

"Look at the Essence showing some dominance in this matchup!"

You looked over at Sasha and walked over to the ropes near commentary and pointed at her title. "Your title is mine!" you screamed while setting up for your finisher. Little did you know, Sasha got up from commentary and grabbed your ankle from the apron, slamming you down face first onto the mat. It happened so fast; you couldn't even protect your face for the impact.

Fuck. That actually fucking hurt. You thought

"Looks like the Boss already knows who she wants to face."

You quickly got up and exchanged a screaming session with Sasha that you didn't see Bianca pull you into a roll up.

"Shoulders down! 1, 2, 3!"

"Looks like we know whose going after the title for sure."

"I call hacks! The essence was ready to end this matchup!"

You sat back in the middle of the mat as Bianca's music played throughout the arena. You furiously pulled yourself together before staring blankly at the champion who was smirking proudly. You needed to get the hell out of there before you really sock a bitch.

You rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp to the guerilla to allow a quick segment between Sasha and Bianca to emerge.

You pulled the curtain to be greeted by Vince McMahon who looked very apologetic. "Why didn't you say something?! I could've atleast prepared myself." you asked while putting both hands on your hips to prevent you from hitting your boss. "Sasha thought it could add more to the storyline and it was a last-minute decision. But you killed it out there, kid! Keep it up!" he said while patting your shoulder then going back behind the one of the production screens. You rolled your eyes annoyingly before walking towards the women's locker room.

Of fucking course it was Sasha, convincing Vince it was a "storyline" that girl actually hated your guts. She never let you forget it. As you walked the halls, a handful of your coworkers congratulated you on an impressive match. Naomi says the storyline was very convincing, well if only she known. By the time you made it to the entrance of the locker room, Heyman was there with a sadistic smile. You approached him unfortunately. "Excuse me." you said somewhat politely, wanting to grab your things so you could leave for the night.

However, Paul just stood there, almost like a robot. "Paul, move. I need to grab my shit." you said again, clearly pissed off at the match you just had. He jumped slightly at your change of attitude before nodding his head no. "The tribal chief would like to see you, now." Paul spoke while adjusting his collar. You crossed your arms. "Oh, my fucking—fine! If gets you to stop fucking following me everywhere, shit!" you said while stomping towards the other side of the hall.

Since Roman was one of Vince's favorites and 'the' champ, he got his own exclusive locker room in the ThunderDome. Everyone knew where it was, since it was the biggest damn room in the dome. You stood in front of the door as Paul opened it, letting you in and quickly closing it. There he was. Sitting man-spread on one of the leather chairs staring up at the screen. On the screen displayed a replay about the terrible match you just had.

You cleared your throat. But he didn't acknowledge you. "Listen man, if you're going to give me the silent treatment, I can just take my ass out of here." you spat, clearly fed up with everyone and their antics today. His gaze traced over to you, and it sent chills down your spine. His piercing-like gaze was so intimidating to you, especially with those beautiful chocolate eyes. "Don't get mad at me because you loss your match." he said bluntly while staring back at the screen.

You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door until it opened, revealing Sasha. "Now what, bro?!" you screeched, you've had enough of her today. "You're so mad at a match you knew you weren't going to win. Unlike me, I always win." Sasha said while running her eyes down your body. It almost made you gag. "Alright, laugh it up for now. We both know that title is gonna be mine sooner than later." you countered, you were now the one smirking.

She scowled before trailing her eyes down your ring attire. "You stepped your ring game up, I see. Wasn't sure you could've pulled anything off since you're always hiding all the time." she smirked while tracing her fingernails over your left breast top that composed of your wrestler name. "You 'callin me sexy, champ?" you smirked, hoping to out-cringe her, but to your shock she just closed the distance and stepped closer, her face just centimeters away from yours. "And other things." she whispered while playing with your jawline.

You were actually getting flustered. How did this chick have such an effect on you? You backed up a bit. "Okay, girly. It's all fun and games until you start something you can't finish." You backed up a bit more, only for your back to run into a broad wall. "Oh, I definitely can't," Sasha admitted before smirking over at you seductively. You turn your head back to look up over at the Head of the Table himself. "But I can." Roman said, in a low, monotone voice that definitely made your thighs press together instinctively.

You turn your full body around to face him. Trying to gather words and comprehend what the fuck was going on? These two had to be joking, it must be national fuck around with (name) day or something. "Oh..." was all that you could murmur from your lips. This caused Sasha to giggle abruptly while Roman smirked at your sudden confusion. "That's all you have to say? 'Oh.' Maybe 'Yes, champs.' Come on, girly. Speak now or we could just pretend this never happened." Sasha said almost shamelessly while dragging you to one of the couches while massaging your sore joints.

Fuck, she was making you choose.

Your lip quivered as your struggled to get words out. You were forced to leaned back against the leather couch as Sasha soon began kissing your neck roughly. "Fuucck..." you moaned out lowly, as her lips worked magic against you. "Shit, that was actually hot." she whispered against your skin while her lips lightly grazed over yours. You were so focused on Sasha, you didn't notice Roman kneeling down before you, his colossal yet calloused hands gripping your knees, forcing you to present yourself.

His eyes pierce your soul as you gripped the leather beneath you. Struggling to find self-control in this situation. "Answer her." he commanded while taking a bite of your right inner thigh that caused you to tense up. "Uhm..yes..." you answered but your voice was barley a whisper from the embarrassment. "Yes who?" Sasha murmured against your earlobe before harshly sucking your sweet spot.

You lips closed again; it was so degrading. To submit to them. But your mind wondered intrudingly of the wonders of what the night would be like if you did submit to them. It took another bite on your other inner thigh by Roman to get you back to your senses. "Time is ticking. Look at him, you're making him wait." Sasha began yet again, moving your foot to Roman's apparent boner, pushing pressure down on it. Fuck, he's big, but those pants really needed to come off. He grunted a bit and glared at Sasha in slight annoyance.

You wondered if they ever hooked up.

You moved your head and averted your gaze away from them, this was actually embarrassing for you but so normal for them. "Yes, champs." you muttered before hiding your face on the cold leather of the couch. "Man...all that buildup is so dramatic." Sasha says while rolling her eyes while Roman unties your ring boots. You were now the one glaring at her. She smirked before grasping the back of your head, entrancing her fingers within your scalp and pulled you into a very long yet rough kiss. By the time Roman was done with your ring boots, he took off your socks while planting loving kisses down your calves to the brink of your ankles, soon to your polished toenails.

You shivered from his contact as you continued to fight Sasha for dominance, but she had already gotten the upper hand. She finally took her mouth off of yours before smirking with traces of your saliva on the side of her mouth. "Looks like I win." she states while wiping her mouth. "Everything is a competition with you...." you muttered while turning your attention to Roman who was surprisingly being gentle with you. You reached down to touch his beautiful locks, but his eyes shifted from your smooth legs up to you. You hesitated but something about his eyes gave you a look of assurance as you massaged his head.

You looked over at Sasha who just continuously stared. "I don't get it." you started as Roman began planting kisses on your other calve. "You two are assholes to me. What changed your minds?" you asked while removing your hand from Roman and returned to your lap. Sasha shrugged. "I don't know. Just to get your attention." she answered while pressing a kiss to your knuckle. "You can get my attention by being nice and not a dick, you know." you answered while taking your hand back with a rough demeanor. This caused Roman to laugh. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked while standing to his feet, towering over you and Sasha.

Sasha stood up right next to him with crossed arms. "What are yall 'thinkin...?" you asked hesitantly, almost intimidated by the glint in their eyes. They both exchanged glances before turning their attention back at you. Sasha pulled you to feet and soon switched your positions, so she was sitting. "Just give this a chance. Let the champs take care of you tonight." she implied while giving another smack to your ass that caused you to jump. "Stop doing that!" you barked as you turned to her. "She's right. Just for tonight." Roman repeated in your ear that sent chills down your spine.

Good chills.

You sighed while nodding slowly. Roman gently set you down in the middle of Sasha's legs as she spread on the material in front of you. "I usually do foreplay but tonight can be special." Sasha began as Roman began to remove your ring gear. "I doubt you even know what foreplay is, champ." you snickered before looking over at Roman. You were actually amazed on the gentleness the 'Tribal Chief: Head of the Table' was showing for you. When you became bare to them, Sasha couldn't help but lick her dry lips. "Put her on top of me, Roman. I know you're dying over there." Sasha says as Roman quickly set you on top of Sasha. "Shit, am I crushing you?" you asked, scared of hurting her. "Girl, I'm perfectly fine. I'd die happily behind this body." she says while gripping your jaw to face her and soon taking your lips back into hers as her hands explored your now naked body.

You noticed Roman itched closer, dangerously close to the valley of your legs that was covered with various love bites from him. He looked up at you in some sort of assurance that it was okay. You gave him a small nod since Sasha hadn't let go of your jaw. Your legs found themselves on his shoulders as Roman literally almost dragged you off of Sasha and let his tongue lick a stripe against your clit. You took Sasha out of your mouth as a loud moan slipped out. Roman gripped your hips and dragged you closer to his mouth as his tongue began ravishing you. "Fuck, Roman. Slow the fuck down!" you stammered in between moans, clearly not used to such intrusion. "I'm surprised he's not being more savage. Guess that means he likes you a lot." Sasha said her hands cupped your breast and began playing with your nipples.

You leaned your head back against Sasha's shoulder as she smirked over at your overwhelmed state. "Fuckk..." you moaned again, curling your toes as Roman's tongue felt soo damn good. Sasha hands soon went lower down your body and soon began rubbing your clit as Roman continued to eat you out. "Mpfhhhh..." you moaned while placing a fist over your mouth to hold your moans in. Nobody needed to know you guys were doing this. "You like this, huh? Letting the champs take care of you?" she teased, making you glare at her with a very annoyed side stare.

Your other hand instantly went over to Roman's head, in attempt to push him away as you approached your high. "If you don't...stop..." you merely spoke as you continuously let your champs have complete control of your body and its pleasure. "Looks like she's boutta blow, Rome." Sasha said she continued to swirl her fingers over your now overstimulated clit. After one long lick, Roman removed his mouth with a one sexy ass grin on his features. Right when were about to cum. "You guys...are no fun." you spoke breathlessly, almost pissed of not getting a long-awaited orgasm.

Sasha giggled before taking her fingers on a stripe across your pussy and bringing it her mouth. "Did you really think you were gonna cum without your champs?" she asked slyly while placing you off of her and began removing her clothes. You rolled her eyes at her comment before yet again turning your attention to Roman who went over to his bag and grabbed one singular condom.

You finally connected the dots. "You freaks planned this?!" you screeched while soon erupting in laughter. These horny 'champs' really needed a plan to seduce you? And did it by being assholes? "Laugh it up." Roman says while letting a small smile tug his lips. Sasha just rolled her eyes in embarrassment. You let Roman bring you to your knees in front of Sasha who was smirking like a jerk. "Heyyy." she teased while you were embracing her naked body.

How can someone be sexy as hell and annoying as hell? You thought

You heard a belt buckle behind you, now Roman was stripping. This caused both you and Sasha to be mesmerized by the beauty of this god-like Samoan. You just want to bite his muscles. "Jesus, your family genes are insane to me." she comments, taking in his built and muscular body. He just shrugged it off the best way he could, in reality, he was flushed that you both were attractive him.

He popped open the condom and put it on. "Ready for me, baby girl?" he asked spreading your legs wider. You inhaled sharply. You could feel him poking your thigh and fuck he feels huger than before. "I'm glad it's you and not me." she says while staring at his length in slight shock. "I'm going to be gentle." he says as he narrows his eyes at Sasha's bluntness. "No." you said that caused them both to look at you in shock. "I want it. I want you both to go nuts." you said bluntly. Your mind was truly clouded by built up lust. All that tension between these two definitely made you change your perspective on them. "Fuck, that was hot." she states while pulling your head down to her clit.

Roman didn't wait for you to react. He spread your folds and swiftly slammed himself into you harshly. He grunted and felt his body quivered from your tightness. "Fucckk, babygirl. You're tight as fuck.." he groans while thrusting into you as if you were the last fuck he'll ever have. You licked a stripe on her bare pussy before kissing her clit and sucked on her folds that coated with her slick. Sasha arched her back as she gripped your hair tightly. Roman's powerful thrusts literally pushed your body more against Sasha's.

You said you wanted them to be rough, not rough and fast.

He was quick to change his pace and sped up. The sound of both of your hips meeting was falling death within your ears as Sasha's toes curled from your tongue. "You're doing great, girly." she cooed, knowing it would make you speed your movements more. Everyone had a praise kink in some way. "Better than great." Roman added on that caused you to tighten your walls around his girth. This was a signal that you were ready to finally cum. "Not yet." he demands, you groaned in disappointment around Sasha's clit that's caused her to tighten her grip on your hair more. Roman noticed this and you earned a very harsh slap to your right asscheek. "Don't get bratty with me." he threatens.

You quickly fall in line. If this is how he is rough, you could imagine how he is brat taming, but that would be hot as hell. "Shit, I'm close." Sasha says while letting her moans come out her mouth shamelessly. You were actually glad your moans were silent, no one had to know you were here. Roman's brutal pace sped up too damn quickly, you swore he ripped something from within you. "Shit, cum. Cum right fucking now." he commanded. And so, you did. Sasha spasmed all her juices onto your tongue as Roman fixed your arch as he let himself spill into the condom.

You sighed before removing your mouth from Sasha's pussy. You looked drained; they really did a number on you. Roman pulled out and literally fell back on the floor and laid there for a good minute. Sasha looked back down at you a small smirk. Your face was coated with her essence and your salvia mixed together. She grabbed her shirt and wiped your face with it. "What now?" she asked, looking down at the man who was calming down from his high. He shrugged before fixing his hair. "How about a round two? At his hotel." you suggested that caused them both to look at you in shock again. "This time, I lead." you stated firmly, this caused Sasha to shake in excitement, she loved your dominant nature.

She nodded. "Sounds great to me." she agreed. You both looked over at the man who looked like he was gonna fall asleep. "Just give me five minutes." he said and soon fell into slumber. "Damn, I fucked him up." you said while looking over at a grinning Sasha. "Probably the best pussy he ever had." she said while dapping you up before pulling you up next to her as your sweaty bodies cuddled against each other.

This would be a long night.

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stoic: a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

Annie isn't the type to fuck around. When she wants something; she gets it. But you aren't any different. You don't tolerate bullshit like she would. You wear this....mask? Why? You are no symbol of strength: let your walls come down. Embrace her; Let her protect you. She knows she can.

Yet, you give this mask and for what? For closure about your family. Yeah, She knows. She reads everything, it's almost scary and that would explain the cuts and bruises you hide when you were gearing up for battle.

At first, She didn't want to assume anything. She thought that you were just like her: broken. But Annie was more of a observer than she is a talker. So, when you were talking to Ymir: that bitch she brought up your family and your childhood back in Shinigashnsa.

You just stared blankly and she was listening. She found it interesting that you came from such a fucked up place and still would risk your life for humanity who were also fucked up.

Annie had no fucks to look your way, however, she had always admired your determination to kill all the titans in order to live in peace: looks like you need a educator. It didn't work like that. Your family's will live with you: if you want it to. No, your choosing to be broken.

She got you in the middle of the night, the same night she killed those pet titans Hanji were experimenting on. You looked utterly peaceful when you slept but you still had a scowl on your face as if you were having a nightmare.

She walked outside the small wooden cabin. She figured you lived there since you didn't like being near people, it was the least she could've done. She bit her thumb as the yellow lighting strike formed and allowed her to transform into her titan form. Everyone was sleepy and were piggish and absolutely fucking dumb and didn't notice it.

She punched through the roof. You were a light sleeper and always on alert. Your eyes widen with a gasp as her large crystal eye had been in the hold of the cabin. She adored that shocked expression on your face. She lived for it. She broke in and grabbed your now petite body compared to her titan and soon ran off. Trampling over the rustle of trees while soon darting towards the wall.

It wasn't long till you were knocked out, yet you woke up in an instant: always on alert. Your head was pounding along with your heart. She ran all the way to Titans Forest and soon out the border.

You had been thrashing all around her palm and she soon threw you harshly on the ground before a steam of smoke appeared all around her nape as she began to release herself from her titan form. "You fucking bitch!" You curse while rubbing your sore muscles with a wince when she approached you. Her boot came crushing onto your cheek that caused you to be right next to the dirt and under her mercy.

"Try not to struggle. It's going to hurt even more."

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ | ᴀ. ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ

ik this isn't annie but 😍

disclaimer: gn s/o cuz why not

warnings: obsessiveness, possessiveness, unhealthy habits, fucked up shit, yandere tendencies & annie being a total badass

Annie is not in a right state of mind. She is so fucked up, both mentally and emotionally unstable when she became a warrior, even before. Yet, her unstability allows her to push herself to become the best lover maybe even better person. No matter the cause. She lost everyone and anything she ever cared for and loved, as if she was curse to rotten and kill anyone she had strong feelings for.

She is a goddamn psycho, and she knows it. No matter what the challenge was. No matter the outcome; her full potential was to please her father.

Her obession grew when she and her fellow warriors had joined the 104th training corps. You were there: had a close relation with Ymir and Krista. She never questioned herself, she had a main plan and there was no distractions for what she needed to be done.

Yet again; rules were always meant to be broken. She found herself utterly helpless under your gaze whenever her icy blue eyes made contact with yours.

She really could not give two shits about the people in the training corps, however, you were different. She wanted to guide you, praise you, love you, and use you however she saw fit.

Dreams are dreams though.

Annie never realized her feelings, they were oddly uncontrollable to handle. She couldn't focus correctly on her mission. That is until the 57th Expedition outside the walls happened. She could tell it was you under your hood. She wanted to be sure when she lifted you in her titan form.

Her large palm could squeeze you without no hesitation. She could have killed you in a heartbeat.

But, no. She used you as a motivation. A prize at the end of a race. The treasure at the end of the mission. It drove her forward to escape the hell and live her life with you.

Armin ruined it. Armin ruined her. She was well aware Armin was quite the intelligent person, You hung around him and his trio multiple times due to you being from Shinigashnsa yourself. She underestimated his knowledge when he claimed his assumption that she was the female titan.

The look of your face. The disgust, betrayal, irritated tears that had escaped down your cheeks. She wanted more. Of course she questioned herself; why did she hesitate to kill Armin? She wished she did there and then you knew.

Annie did escape. Eren was far to injured to chase her up the wall and Mikasa was too late. Everyone thought it was a closer step for humanity due to her departure and new intelligence gathered. It was not. Mikasa noticed something, Erwin did too.

When Annie was climbing up the wall. She clutched something, in her giant palm. It was you. All troops were ordered to take her down? All failed. She finally had her award even if it took a few bruises and scars herself.

She returned titan's forest and put you down somewhere. All she could do is smile. You, her heart and soul, shuddering and shaking from your current state. Defenseless, friendless, hopeless and reckless. She wished to savor all your tears for the main event.

She took your virginity and your innocence. Now: She comes home to a prize. You would be there, putting on a fake, flustered smile as you were in the kitchen cooking. She would come behind you and wrap her slender arms around your waist. You cried. Over and over through the torture. No one was there to assist.

You didn't need them. You didn't need family or friends. She was all you need.

And she will make sure you agree.

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ʙᴇᴛʀᴏᴛʜᴀʟ | ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

let’s do a porn with a plot! female reader btw

discliamer: F/N: Fathers Name, M/N: Mothers Name, H/N: Horse Name, Khalakka: Prince, Baba: Father. M/L/N: Mothers last name. italics still dothraki language. indented Texts are memories/flashbacks

warnings: 18+ content, nonconsensual sex, descriptive sex, stockholm syndrome, arranged marriages, oblivious y/n cuz its funny & breeding cuz khal drogo fine

A war cry pulls from your throat before pulling your father’s spare sword that he had given you from its sheath. The sun was boiling as it did every morning. You’re a bastard to the dothrakian’s but with some persuasion, Khal Bharbo allowed you to stay due to you being around the same age as his eldest son. The clashing of your fathers and your sword had been loud, you both put equal strength. “Come on, Y/N. You can’t be a part of the front lines if you can't fight correctly.” Your father said as he blocked your failed attempt to stab his torso.

You gritted your teeth as sweat coated your forehead. You told your father you dreamt of becoming the first dothrakian female to be in the front lines. But you knew you had a long way to go.

You huffed a bit, wiping your brow. “I know, baba, but this is getting old! We do the same routine every sunrise.” You whined before putting your sword in its sheath. “In order for you to see your mother, you need-” Your father said, something he said every morning after you completed a task but you weren’t having it this time. “Stop lying to me!” You yelled causing your father to stand back at your sudden outburst. “Every time I pass one of your lessons. You just make up another one!” You spat while your lips began quivering.

Your father lowered his eyebrows. He gave you a sad expression as you had tears swell. “D-Did she not love me?” You stammered while wiping your temples. “Your mother loves you very much....” He begins, attempting to find the correct words. “She wants you to be able to defend yourself to meet her.” Your father explained before looking down at the ground. “If I do learn to defend myself. I can meet her?” You summarized while looking up at your father with question. He stared for a moment and nodded.

You furrowed your brows in determination, which caused your father to smile. “Try the rock tactic.” He said before getting into a position. You nodded before standing near a tall rock of the plains. Backing up and then running forward, you used one leg to jump on top of the rock as you aimed your sword at your father. Letting out a war cry, you gave your sword a hard swing until your father dodged. Thinking fast, you quickly landing to your feet but there was analther person you has attacked and pinned. You pointed your sword at the person’s neck.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Guess I should’ve brought Drogo later.” Khal Bharbo said as he walked next to his son. You quickly resheath your sword before backing away. “Khalakka Drogo! I apologize, sorry!” You squealed before giving the male your hand and he accepted it with a grunt. “I keep forgetting how skilled you’re.” Drogo said with a laugh escaping his throat. You chuckled before raising a brow. This happened a little too much. Drogo would always be here interrupting your training. “Well, I am handy.” You smiled, almost in a cocky way. “Now that you’ve said your hello’s, I am sure you and the khal have duties to attend. Same as me and my daughter.” Your father intervened as he placed a hand on your shoulder almost protectively. 

You released Drogo’s hand from yours who frowned at that action. “Don’t be like that, F/N. Drogo and Y/N can talk whenever they please.”Bharbo said as he noticed his son’s reaction to your escaping touch. His hands had been crossed over his blue painted yet exposed chest. “I agree with you, my khal. My daughter and I must finish our training.” Your father intercepted with slight irritation. You knew your father didn’t enjoy Bharbo much.

Bharbo rose a brow at his statement before smiling sadistically. Until he chuckled along with his son. “Not a problem. Drogo and Y/N are betrothed. They will learn to talk and then breed offspring.” Khal Bharbo said as Drogo sent you a smile. You gagged in disgust, turning the other way as you did so. Your father's eye twitched in anger. “I’ve never agreed to the arrangement of my daughter being promised to Drogo.” Your father said as he looked down at your ‘please say something before I do’ face.

Khal Bharbo and Drogo began laughing again. “Oh, F/N. Such the laughing stock. You don’t need to because you don’t have to give permission. Y/N nor you have no say in the arrangement. It’s already done. When Y/N is older, she’ll have mini-khal’s with Drogo to continue our bloodline.” Khal Bharbo said as Drogo continued smiling. You stepped back from all the surprising words. “I beg your pardon!” Your father yelled in the common tongue before stepping forward defensively before the Khal's men came and stopped your father in his bare tracks.

Bharbo smiles before turning towards to his son.“Come, Drogo.” Bharbo said as Drogo sent you a smirk before walking after his father with guards, leaving you and your father speechless. You sniffed, causing your father to look down at you. “Baba, do I have really need to have kids with Drogo? Can't I just...not have kids?” You quivered in common tongue. Your father looked down at your gaze before squatting to your height. “I will not rest until I get answers. You will never have to breed to Drogo.” Your father spoke in common tongue. You smiled as you nodded. “Come child. Let us rest.” Your father said, departing towards the camp.

The day went by quickly. After an hour of travelling on the horse, choosing a campsite. Sitting near the fire and listening to the drums: you were eating parts of meat that Khal Bharbo and his blood-riders; including your father, had captured. You hummed at the taste, it was very delicious. You began to depart. “N/N!” You heard Irri, your best friend yell. You smiled before finishing your conversation with Drogo and was about to run over to her. ‘Til you felt a hand on your wrist.

You rose a brow and turned to see Drogo. “Khalakka?” You asked before attempting to be released. “Y/N...I.” Said Drogo as his grip tighten as he averted his gaze. “How long will it take for you to notice?” He muttered, his head down in slight disappointment. You squinted your eyes in curiosity. “Wha?-” You spoke. You released yourself and waved while running towards Irri, leaving the soon-to-be khal furious. Your father disappeared for a number of times, ‘til the moon was out. You were wrapped with your favorite fur carpet as you laid on the shared tent you and father had.

You heard the tent flap. Opening one eye, you saw your father. “Y/N, we need to go.” Your father muttered before you stood up. "Go where?" You repeated curiously as you tilted your head. “Grab your stuff. No questions, child.” He stated. Obeying him, you groggily stood as you grabbed your hip sheath and sword and a couple of your belongings. Your father grabbed your wrist before blowing out the candle. You and your father had run into the night sky with the singing crickets. You both were at the bank of the poisonous water.

You saw a large wooden ship, having a symbol on it’s flag. Approaching it, you saw a familiar woman. “M-mama?” You quivered as the female turned towards you with glossy and teary eyes. Running out of your father's grip, you ran towards your mother and embraced her. She cupped your cheeks. “I am so glad that you hadn’t been sold to the pleasure house.” Your mother stated before kissing your forehead. “What’s the status?” Your mother asked as her gaze lifted towards your father's stoic expression.

He winced under her powerful gaze a bit. “Khal Bharbo continues the betrothal to his son, Drogo.” Your father explained. “This Drogo shares an interest with Y/N?” Asked your mother. “He makes it noticeable as possible.” Your father answered. You were confused, looking up at them both as if they had horse heads. “Y/N, I know I was not with you all these years but now, I swear: I will keep you safe from the dothrakians.” Your mother vowed as she crouched to your height.

You smiled. “Board the ship and make sure she is safe, M/N.” Your father said. “What about you? What would you say to the Khal and his son?” Your mother asked as she pointed towards the dais for you to board. “I will make an excuse and fit the punishment.” Your father answered until he turned his gaze towards you. “My daughter. Stay strong.” He said before putting a fist to his heart. He gave a kiss on your forehead before giving you to your mother who had already board the ship.

The same scene. The one that always replayed in your mind. The urge to sleep had been strong but you were stronger. You lived with your mother ever since you were fourteen. You questioned to this day: what did happen to your father? Growing up, you learned the truth of the Dothraki and they’re cruel and with that very reason, you left your past behind. You grew with Targaryen siblings.

You were their loyalist and most trusted steed. You would gossip to Daenerys about random stuff and answer all her unanswered questions about being a female warrior. While, Viserys was more sadistic and thoughtful yet immature in many ways. He had grown up with the belief of being the rightful king. So: House Targaryen had been hiding in their exile. Which meant your mother and ancestors along with.

You had your mother’s blade and spirit within you. And with the training your father: and honestly you're were undefeated. But you felt at ease when you grew up with dothrakian’s. Of course, before you had learned they're devilish ways. Your parents said it was for your own good. If there was one thing you could recall from your childhood, it had been Drogo. You remembered Drogo. He grew after his father's death. He made a name for himself when he took the role of khal. “The great khal.” That is what they called him within whispers on the street.

You awoke earlier than any other maidens. Although, you were just a servant. You were provided a room. A royal quarters that you called home due to you growing up within the castles walls. You decided to stay in your silk nightgown, waiting for any orders from Viserys. You didn’t get an armor from the warriors at Pentos but you had your mothers and you only wore it on special occasions. Your door bursted open to see a similar sliver haired male with a beaming smile. You tilted your head, already sensing this was going to be bad. “I come with great news!” He smiled as hand maidens attempt to dress him. “Now, you have my attention.” You answered with a smile.

You knew Viserys smiled only when something was truly rare. “The almighty khal, khal Drogo had accepted the offer of becoming Daenerys’ husband!” He said with glee as his feet pattered with excitement. Your mood was killed. Your eyebrows furrowed at that name. “What!” You yelled with anticipation and now anger flowing through your veins as you stood up to size him. Viserys happy glance went sappy instantly from your mood. “I thought you would be delighted.” He muttered in confusion. “Delighted?” You repeated in disbelief.

You marched up to him. “You sold your sister to a killer! All for an army? A crown that is not even promised to you?” You summarized with anger hinting. “Well....yes in a shorten way.” He said with a small smile. You gritted your teeth. You were about to blow up on him more before he spoke again. “Now, wear your mother’s armor, we meet the Khal today!” He said before closing the large doors to your quarters. Your gaze dropped as you sat down in disbelief on your bed.

Daenerys would never survive the Dothraki. 

Hell!

You didn’t even survive the Dothraki!

You heard a soft knock. You acknowledged the person to come in. You rose a brow as a smile form to see Daenerys walked in. “Why are you wearing such clothing?” You commented as the dress was showing her bare breasts and stomach. “Viserys says ‘I should wear something to impress a Dothrakian man with my feminine charm’.” She answered softly, still the kind soul she had always been.

You sighed exhaustingly. “Do you want to marry the Khal?” You asked as you removed your nightgown before shuddering at Drogo's title while Daenerys eyed your curves. “Well......No.” She said as her glance went on your soft, exposed breasts. “ Viserys gives me less of a choice.” Daenerys said as you put on your mother’s chest plate over a plain shirt you had put on. “Is that right? Well, if I were in your hair, I would give Viserys a piece of my mind.” You answered before lifting the dark red skirt.

This cause Daenerys to stare over at him with slight admiration. “Then I supposed you can teach me?” She said while handing you your boots. “Teach you what?” You repeated, almost questioning her words. “Teach me..how to tell my brother of how I feel.” She stated. You rose a brow before tying your boots. “I shouldn't have to teach you anything. You should be able to do it yourself.” You answered before putting on your other boot she handed you. “I suppose you’re correct.” She said, looking down slightly, as if she was feeling like she had been a coward to not be able to stand up to her brother.

You noticed this with a frown before putting a hand on her shoulder. “Best case scenario: I’ll give your brother an bad ass-whooping to the point where he will finally grow a brain.” You joked even though you meant it. Daenerys giggles lightly before nodding. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re someone I can truly trust.”

You found yourself on the castle's dais. Viserys at your side while you were holding Daenerys's hand for comfort. You didn't want to see the monster Drogo became but on the other hand, you didn't want to leave her with him. “Where is he?” asked Viserys as his gaze went on Father Illyrio. “The Dothraki aren’t known for their punctuality.” Illyrio stated which caused you to roll your eyes. Father Illyrio’s words wasn’t entirely a lie. If you had a dime to every event you shown up late for: you wouldn’t need to be Viserys’ right hand for spare change. “Y/N, please escort me when the Khal arrives.” Daenerys said with a pleading expression. You gritted your teeth as you choked on air. “Uhhhhh.” You stammered before looking at the pale female. “I-If King Viserys gives me the permission to.” You blurted out, sure you felt bad for Daenerys but you couldn't be dragged into this.

Not again at least.

You crossed eye Viserys. Hoping he would decline. “If it stops her pity.” Viserys acknowledges as Daenerys let out a small sappy smile. “Joy.” You muttered with slight annoyance filling your skull. You then grunted in discomfort before nodding. You heard horses approach within the dirt as their heavy metal hooves clicking rhymthicly. “Fuck...” You cursed under your breath. You looked down at the white dais as a group of fierce Dothrakian’s showed. Illyrio had begun to greet them in Dothraki language you wished you didn’t understand. 

You had the urge to look up.

You slowly looked up to see a familiar face. Damn, he aged like fine ale. Your eyes widen as he made eye contact with you. You turned away from him as he kept staring, not bothering to even listen to Father Illyrio. You shivered at his emotionless expression. “Come forward, my dear.” Illyrio acknowledged Daenerys who already clutched your gloved hand as she took the first step from the dais. You unsteadily led her to Drogo who wasn’t paying any right mind to his bride-to-be. Daenerys stared at him who had been staring at you. You just looked all over the place.

Had the tree’s always been so green?

A beautiful bird had just flew passed.

Wish you could fly away from this situation..

You felt Daenerys gaze on you also as Drogo swirled his horse around. You looked up to see him give you one last glance before departing. “W-Where’s he going?” Viserys said before climbing down the dais as you and Daenerys exchanged looks. “The ceremony is over.” answered Father Illyrio bluntly. ''B-But he didn't say anything.'' Viserys pointed out. “Did...Did he like her?” stammered Viserys, worried if Drogo was not going to accept the proposal. “Trust me, your grace. If the Khal was displeased, We would’ve known.” Illyrio reassured simply, making it abundantly clear to a stubborn Viserys.

You gritted your teeth as you eyed your feet, shuffling in your spot. Daenerys showed concerned. You furrowed your brows as thoughts harrowed your skull. Did he recognize you? Did you give a good impression? Did he learn about your whereabouts after all these years? Had he always had that many scars?

You followed Illyrio up the dais swiftly. You felt nauseous. “Y/N.” You heard a soft voice with a small hint of an accent. Turning your gaze slowly, you stared Daenerys. “Yes?” You replied as you contained your disgust. “The khal. He had been staring at you. Is there something me and my brother are unaware about?” Daenerys asked. You eyed the floor. “Do not cower, it’s not like you.” She simply reassured. “I got history with the khal.” You admitted.

She rose a brow. “It’s all in the past. Surely, he had forgotten it all.” You reassured with a smile, not only to Daenerys but mainly to yourself. “Do you assume he will take your hand instead of mine?” She asked while scanning your facial features. “Of course not.” You said with a giggle. It was absurd for even her to think of something like that. Drogo surely forgotten all about you. You walked over to your quarters. Fury filled within you. You closed your door before banging your head against the wall. If Drogo remembered the betrothal, everything your parent’s sacrificed for you was useless.

You inhale deeply . You needed to calm down. You sat on the bed as your hands were in your lap. You grunted before gripping your forehead from the aching pain you were receiving. You needed to stop overthinking. You laid back on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. You grunted before tilting your head towards your mother’s revel blade. You grabbed it while sitting up. You stared down at its sheath. ‘M/L/N.’ The sword had imprinted onto its handle. “Those who hold this sword will be blessed.” Your mother told you when she passed down the sword. You smiled as you slowly drifted into slumber, your eyes were heavy before falling over onto your back.

You were out with H/N, doing your daily run. Whenever you went out; away from the khalaser, you found peace be upon you. It was breathtaking to see and find many unsacred placing. You pulled H/N’s reigns to speed up. You smiled as H/N galloped across the free lands. H/N will forever be the first of you had ever amended with. You both were a great team: especially in the ring. 

You heard another horse whinnied. 

You pulled H/N’s reigns to slow down a bit. You turned your gaze to see Drogo on his horse. “How rare of you to join me, khalakka.” You said as you attempted to ignore his smile, oh how you wanted to rip it off his facial features. “Y/N. Accompany me at dinner with my brothers.” Drogo stated as he sent a small smile. “I don't know, Drogo. I’d probably lose my appetite.” You replied as you pulled H/N's reigns to move away from the soon-to-be Khal.

He stared a bit furiously before calming his features. “Then I guess bet your appetite sits with slaves.” He said that caused you to prevent H/N from moving any further. The tension around you two was thick. You both shared one thing: anger. You furiously turned your head to face his as you gritted your teeth when he was referring to Irri and the rest of the khalaser that were girls around your age. “How dare you!” You spat as you swung your leg off of H/N before your feet met the ground. “You dare disrespect the women of the khalaser? The khalaser that will soon be yours?” You continuously asked with slight anger. 

He let out erupting laughter. “I can talk about anyone how I wish I can. I shouldn’t be lectured by a whore herself.” Drogo said with a slight smirk. That was it, you felt every ounce of anger fly within you. You gritted your teeth and stirded back to H/N. As much as you wanted to rough him up, you needed to prevent yourself from exile. You flapped on H/N reigns and galloped away.

You knew if you did castastrophic, you would be exiled or worse.

You returned at nightfall. H/N was tired: you could clearly tell. You jumped off of H/N with a small smile before brushing his/hers hair to ease. “Rest.” You stated that was barley a whisper. H/N jogged over to the pens. You walked over to the camp fire where Irri had saved a plate. You walked over to your friends until a rough hand was on your arm. You looked over with a slight fury within you. You got pissed and shrugged him off. “You can leave me alone cause us whores actually like to eat with each other.” You said with annoyance as a small smirk formed from his lips. 

He hummed in amusement “I didn’t ask.” Drogo stated before dragging you inside the large tent where topless dancers stripped as you had no choice but to follow the khalakka, no matter how much times you resisted. You were about to sit down until he pulled you to his lap. You gritted your teeth in slight disgust. You were the only female amongst his brothers. You felt smaller and out of place. Drogo had been feeding you with his bare hand as you looked like a helpless maiden. You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes.

What made him think you were his?  

Your walking nightmare was interrupted. You gasped as you jolted out of slumber. You looked to see Viserys there standing in the open-door frame with Daenerys by his side. “What did you do!” He yelled before stomping over to you. You furrowed your brows; Viserys disrespected anyone and everyone who was a low lifer: he was wise enough to not do the same to you. “Pardon?” You asked as your eyes travelled where he moved. “Viserys, please!” Daenerys said, slightly upset that you were being yelled at. “Drogo does not want you! He wants her!” Viserys yelled as he pointed to you, referred you as ‘her’.

You rose a brow in slight confusion before getting the message. “No! He cannot marry me!” You yelled as you stood up in front of Viserys. “You’re absolutely right, he cannot.” Viserys added as he caressed your cheek softly, he was doing his sarcastic voice. “But he wants too and I want my army, Y/N.” Viserys said in a slight intimidating voice. You grunted a bit from his so-called comfort. “You will be married to Drogo instead of Daenerys.” Viserys said before stomping out of your chambers.

You felt tear brim. Everything, everything your parents did, putting their life on the line for you was pointless. 

Drogo remembered. 

He had too unless he just fell in love with you all over again. You gritted your teeth before plopping on the bed sides with your forehead in your palms. You were Drogo’s age and Daenerys was merely an adult. You knew you couldn’t get out of this one. You felt a soft hand caress you shoulder. “Do you want to be married to Drogo?” asked Daenerys softly as her voice was just as angelic as yesterday’s.

You smiled at her sympathy. “You deserve the truth, Daenerys.” You answered as you looked down at the rug near the bed. “You already know how my mother was a warrior apart of House Targaryen along with my ancestors on my mother’s side. My old man was Dothrakian. They both crossed paths during the great war for the throne,before you, Viserys, and I were even born. I grew up with my father until I was around fourteen maybe thirteen and been a bastard to the Dothrakian clan but the Khal at the time: Khal Bharbo, Drogo’s father, insisted that I only remained alive if I was promised to marry Drogo.'' You said as your tears swell from the thought of your parents.

Daenerys looked over with sadden eyes. “What happened to your parents?” Daenerys asked as her hand went back to her lap. “My parents managed my escape. Using a ship from the Targaryen’s. Then, I grew up with my mother and you and Viserys.” You replied as you side glanced her. “My mother died by yours’ honorably. Her last gift was her ancestral blade.” You said as you gave Daenerys the sword that laid on the bed. “As for my father, Khal Bharbo was displeased from the learning of my ‘death’ and sentenced my father to death.” You continued as you then stood up. “The dothraki were told I died. I guess part of me did when I left that hell-hole but now that Drogo can tell I am not deceased: it looks like he wants to continue the betrothal.” You rambled lowly as Daenerys stared up at you. “I’m sorry I brought this upon Pentos.” You stated.

You turned to look down at her sitting frame after the examined your mother's sword. “But Drogo and his men can simply kill off everyone in Pentos because of me.” You stated as Daenerys stood up with tears brimming her eyes. “What’re you saying, N/N?” She slightly yelled from anger as sadness continued to inspect her features. You both already knew the answer to her question. ''I am going through with his proposal.'' You replied slightly distorted from your dry mouth. “No! We can protect you! Please, N/N, don’t do it!” She pleaded slightly as her hand clutched yours. “There is no other way!" You filled in with the truth.

She sighs in defeat as a response. “If we walk away and leave him displeased, he will still kill everyone here with his Khalaser filled with all 30,000 men.” You replied with slight annoyance from the truth. “Please.” She muttered as she embraced you. You shuffled a bit before wrapping your arms around her slim waist. “I have no choice, Dany...” You muttered before escaping her calm grasp, you sighed shakingly before walking out of your chambers and into the hallway where two hand maidens await. “Tell Viserys I....accept the Khal’s proposal.” You commanded to the maidens who nodded swiftly and ran off to tell Viserys.

You felt a pair of arms slip around your waist. You recognize the paleness. You knew it was Daenerys. “This was not the life for us.” She murmured into your back. You just stood there; so stoically. “I know.” You replied slightly as one of your hands travelled up to her hands. You put her hands on your chest-plate. “But it's a life worth sacrificing for.” You continued that was barely a whisper. “Your life is far too valuable to sacrifice for.” She muttered again, putting up another protest.

You slightly giggled merely. “My presence here is already putting everyone here at risk.” You stated before removing her hands off of your torso before cupping them. “Dany, do not fright. Drogo would never hurt me.” You said with a small smile. You both were interrupted with patter of ones feet down the hall. “Swiftly! We must prepare our bride to be!” Viserys said as a large amount of hand maidens were behind him with supplies. You and Daenerys glanced at each other before you departed with the hand maidens with Viserys.

You shifted uncomfortably in the dress the hand maidens had gave you. You were sitting on a bench with Drogo as he amusedly watches women get raped, you watch with disgust. Dothraki were known for their savage reputation, you would know because you have the savage blood within your veins. You were given books, gifts, gold, things you did not know that existed.

You side glanced Drogo was already staring at you. You both shared the same determination and anger you had when you were just teenagers. You both turned your glances as Ser Jorah was presented. Drogo put a hand on his knee as he spoke dothrakian language that you wished that you didn’t understand again.. “Just wishing blessings on the new Khalessi.” Jorah said he approached you with three stacked books within his hand.

You felt butterflies form your stomach at the name; ‘Khalessi.’ Filled your thoughtful mind. You accepted the three books with care as you gave a small thank you while putting them to the side. The music of the drums increased as the smell of horse hearts and animal meat filled in the air. You grunted of the disgusting smells. Your gaze danced from the crowd with skims before meeting Viserys and Daenerys. You were blessed that she hadn’t been sold to another foreign and unintelligent leader.

Viserys stared at you with a small smile curved as Daenerys looked worriedly. You hated this culture: you were ashamed you had to be here. You looked over at Father Illyrio as he stood up. Two men with clothes that barely covered anything approached you with a very large and seemingly heavy case.

You looked down at it as it was presented to you. Drogo had been staring in case it was anything harming to you. The men open the case that sat inside three large scaly eggs. You breathtakingly took one into your grasp. Scanning the features. “Dragon eggs, Y/N.” Illyrio explained as he locked eyes with your amazed expression. “From the shadow lands, beyond the shrine.” He explained as you cupped its scales. “The ages have turned them to stone but they will always be beautiful.” He continued.

You tilted your head to looked at the simply patterned egg that was slightly heavy. “Thank you, magister.” You replied as you were fully known with the dragon history. Illyrio then sat back down. You then saw Drogo stand up. You rose a brow as he turned his gaze to you. You shifted uncomfortably as you placed the egg to its nesting place within the case. You stood up after him as he walked down the wooden dais and into the crowd that shifted a path.

You grunted slightly before following slowly. Purposely walking slowly as each step was taken with caution. You could tell dothrakian looked at you from behind. Gawking your gaze and scanning your features. It was hard to tell you were even dothraki due to the dress you wore. The crowd’s gazes made you feel smaller and slightly uncomfortably. You looked around for an escape route until you saw H/N.

You practically sprinted pass the crowd at the sight of your former horse. “H/N!” You yelled as you were finally at their side. You brushed its fur as H/N let out cheerful whinnies as you were given a very long lick. You stopped the reunion before looking up at Drogo who was stoic. “H/N is beautiful as ever: thank you.” You said in common tongue. 

You knew he didn’t understand. 

Which is why you said it. 

He walked over to you as you felt smaller by his very presence. He lifted you on H/N before walking to his horse. You grabbed the familiar reigns as memories with H/N had filled your skull.

You stared down at Viserys and Daenerys who walked over to you. “Make him happy.” Viserys said with a slight smile as Daenerys was forcefully clutched to his side. This was definitely not Pentos, so you could just watch the venomous treatment Daenerys was forced by her brother. You stared down at him with an annoyed expression as you felt Drogo’s eyes on you from beside. He pulled his horses reigns along with yours. You yanked the reigns from his grasp as you pulled on them lightly. You knew how to ride H/N. He let out a huff at your action.

You both departed from the wedding area and passed the dothrakian sea. The ride did not feel as long but it had been long enough for the sky to turn yellow as the sun settled peacefully over the mountain. You were watching the sea. The narrow sea is what the Targaryen’s called it. It was also pronounced Poison water in Dothraki due to the horse's not be able to drink the salt water.

The way the waves gushed on the rocks below your feet. You were at ease with the sea as Drogo had been feeding the horses as he stared over at you. You had been wearing a Targaryen dress that reached your anklets. The straps had been tied in a decorated knot in the back of your dress. You turned yourself to face him when he approached.

You two were alone. Away from Khalaser nd you away from safety. You felt tears brim your eyes. This had been the exact place where you departed with your father to Pentos with your mother. The hurtful memories filled your skull as Drogo circled around you, trying to take in his desire for what felt like centuries. The tears never stopped. You had your arms at your sides, defenseless against the Khal. His Khalaser females stripped you of your weapons for once. Drogo knew you too well. He had a feeling you would’ve been armed. He was correct. Your ancestor's blade, your father's spare sword along with a spare pocket knife was all taken into his armory.

Drogo had been examining you, scanning you as you just helplessly cried in front of him. He stopped at your left side before lifting a finger to wipe away your salty tear. “No.” He muttered with his dothrakian accent along with. You loosen your furrowed brows. “Did you learn the common tongue during my absence?” You asked while your head tilted a bit as he untied the hair accessories that had been thrown to the ground. “No.” He simply replied again before his hands were on the pin that had showed your breasts cup. “Is ‘no’ the only word you had learned?” You asked slightly irritated with his same response.

The pin dropped with a clank as the valley of the dress shifted without the pin's presence. “No.” He replied again as he circled behind you then untied the knot the handmaidens had done. You felt more tears swell as your back was bare to the warm atmosphere air. The dress practically slipped off your body as Drogo lifted the straps on your shoulders for the dress to drop. You shifted uncomfortably as your hands covered your breast as you moved your right hip upwards for the dresses lower part to cover your region.

He let out a slight amusing smile at your defense to keep your body from hidden from him. He was behind you. His cock hardens behind your ass where he grinded himself upon to feel your bare cheek. You felt his hands cup yours; rubbing them soothingly before bending you over as you let out a pathetic sob. “I’ve been waiting.” He murmured into your ear as the dress slipped to your anklets completely. “I’ve been patient.” He continued as his cock had been out of his horse-haired pants as he continuously grinded himself against your lower back, your body betraying you, reacting to his masculinity with clouded lust.

You let out more choked sobs and tears that trickled down your face. “I finally have you.” Drogo spoke as the dothrakian words filled your ear as he took a bite of your earlobe that sent shivers and goosebumps. You felt more tears form at the statement. “I’ve missed you.'” He continued as his hands wandered to your lower back where he soothingly rubbed the deep wounded scar yet healed his father gave you as a child. “You truly believed I would marry a foreign whore?”' He whispered huskily yet almost offended as his breath was filling the thick atmosphere

You felt your anger rise at the thought of his harsh words of Daenerys. “She was the rightful one for you to marry!” You yelled in Dothraki language as the wind blew over your bare nakedness. “She is not you.” Drogo muttered until he had been thrusted his cock into your unprepared walls. You felt a muffled gasp escape your dry lips as you choked out a wheeze at the intrusion. “I’ve only longed for you.” Drogo said as his bulky hands met your hips as he steadied himself within you before thrusting himself inside your walls more.

You let out a small moan as you attempted to move your hands to cover your shameless mouth. His hands made their ways to yours as he took them away from your cavern that had been letting out small pleasurable mewls. “All you had to do was accepted it and you would’ve gotten everything.” Drogo stated as you quivered your eyebrows as his pace was deeply rough within your fleshy and tight walls. You always told yourself when the man the gods delivered for you will come, he shall deflower you properly and peacefully.

Yet Drogo is currently having his ways. Your body moved with his as he had a fistful of your neck as he continued to eye your entrance as his cock continuously thrusted roughly within you. Quivering around his cock, you felt your orgasm approach. You gritted your teeth as tears trickle.

Was Drogo seriously looking for you after all of these years?

You felt his large hands caress your soft breasts from behind. You felt uncomfort rise with his hands over your soon swelled breast. “These shall be fed to our children, then you’ll feed me.” Drogo says as he whispered into your ear that caused you to be at ease with his voice.

Your body happened to be giving in. His vulgar and erotic words had been sending more pleasurable waves around your body as his cock continued to harass your insides. Your flesh met his with the sound of slaps filling the air as you arched your back. You felt something within your stomach as your cervix felt invaded and broken.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure as you felt his girth within your stomach. “Too big, arsehole!” You yell with tears filling your orbs as you felt your stomach soon been swollen. “You will not ruin this.” Drogo said as you whimpered while letting out small sobs. 

Your orgasm approach within you as his hips met yours with an increased pace. You felt your body move upwards by his harsh thrusts. He thrusted into your drenched body one last time before emptying his balls with his semen within you. You felt your stomach slight enlarge with his sperm. You winced and gagged at the sight before falling on the boulder that allowed you to become even weaker.

You weakly were turned to face him. Him and his glory. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight of his smirking face. “‘m missed you.” He said in the common tongue with his accented tone. 

You look at him still weakly. Drenched with his sperm leaking from your vagina as sweat coated your body. You narrowed your eyes weakly as his palm had been on your full stomach. He rubbed your stomach soothingly that caused the pain to slightly feel pleasure.

You let small mewl edcape from your lips. “My...our children will be carried.” He stated simply as his dark near brown eyes stared down at your sore body with a smirk. “As they should have had when the betrothal had been begun.” Drogo said as he placed a deeply passionate kiss upon your lips. You gritted your teeth within the kiss. 

That was what it was all about.

It all started with a betrothal

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gn reader but them/them pronouns.

i tried so hard to avoid including pronouns

Oh, she's furious alright. Her alliances, better yet; her children had never seen her so upset, angered, or outraged. She was well aware that you were always the fiery and honorable type, but she didn't wish to assume things upon you.

Assumptions were something, but they weren’t always dramatically correctly especially due to you being a great spouse towards her. However, she seeks honor for letting her guard down. She will applaud you, you had certainly gotten the upright on her, but this “battle” will be hers to claim victory on, just like any other.

It was rather unlikely in the streets of Winterfell that their ‘protector’s’ lover had been missing. No one really known of you because Daenerys only kept you secret and plus you were hers, so there was no point for basic commoners and lower life-forms to be concerned of something that wasn’t theirs.

The word got around swiftly through Winterfell, many people would do their very best to make Daenerys crumble, but the thought of you leaving? She didn’t believe such.

Walking to the castle with her heart in hand from within the streets as she spoke to Ser Jorah. “Your claim is falsehood. Y/N knows much better than to run off.” She said with a hint of hurt within her voice.

Walking to the shared chambers with a baby dragon on her shoulder, she had unlocked the door with the key that she enforced to prevent you from escaping, with her eyes focused on the baby on her shoulder, playing with it’s snout. 

“My darling, you will not believe what accusations had been goin-...” She said, her voice had echoed through the sophisticated walls as she had entered a lonely room.

Her expression fell, her eyes met the bed you both shared while travelling the room. “Darling?” Her voice slightly croaked, the ache within her chest that contained her heart was very distracting, preventing her to even focus her blurred vision.

She kept searching. Scavenging. ‘Til she saw an open window. 

By the seven hells! You really did it, you actually were able to escape. After all the faith and trust she put?

She sighed as the baby dragon let out whirrs and chitters while sensing the disappointment by it’s mother. “Do not fright, little one. ” Daenerys reassured. Not only to the critter but to herself mainly.

“Do you see the truth?” said a male voice. Daenerys turned her gaze towards Jorah who just walked in. “Were you ever not taught how to knock?” She spat back with fury. Jorah just remained stoic and sighed.

He could tell that she was frustrated with your escape. “This is the god’s giving the signs: Y/N is better freed.” Jorah said as Daenerys walked over to the open window.

“If your gods give you that delusion, then the god’s are no better than the selfish commoners of this wretched place.” Daenerys spoke while paying no attention to the elder.

“You must understand that this is not Y/N’s war, but your own.” said Ser Jorah as his hands immediately went behind his back when Daenerys furiously turned and stomped to the male with her nostrils flared with rage as the dragon on her shoulder had been confused. 

“You do not lecture me about the ones I love!” She screeched into the male’s face before swiftly turning back to the window. Ser Jorah sighed, knowing that her emotions were affecting her palpably. 

“Send out every scouting regiment. Every lurker on the street, every follower of mine.” Daenerys ranted as her purple eyes, blinded with the raging emotion inside her as she ranted on and on. “Find Y/N!” She commanded to Jorah who nodded and soon dismissed himself.

You were running the busy roads of Winterfell with Jon. He had assisted you with your escape. It was hard because he commanded you to jump from a window with a long drop ahead.

It was hard; you were genuinely surprised he caught you. Well, you landed on him. 

You both ran to to the gate. You heard men chanting with war cries and horses. “Jon.. She must’ve gotten to the palace” You muttered due to the lack of breath.

“Come. Swiftly.” Jon ordered, continued to run in front of you. You followed his furry coat until he scanned the area and found a horse on a stable. 

“A horse?” You said questionably as Jon had taken it off the stables. “This is one great idea. Truly planned out.” You scoffed in annoyance until a set of reigns was met to your bare hands.

“Y/N. Take this horse, it will cross the narrow sea and you will travel towards the dothrakian sea. Where no khalaser will be since Daenerys is here.” Jon said as he rubbed the mane of the horse. 

You nodded before raising a brow. “But what about you?” You asked. Jon looked down at the ground with a sigh. “I am going to stay here, where she will assign me your sentence.” He answered while averting his eyes.

“Jon, no. I am not going to allow you to sentenced to death for my treason.” You argued with crossed arms and eyes narrowed.

“Y/N, we came a long way to refute. Go, now!”He yelled in a commanding voice that you despised. 

You were about to get on the horse, until you turned to hug Jon that he swiftly gave back. “Please stay safe.” Jon said as he gave a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t die.” You responded while getting on the horse.

Jon turned towards the horse then patting the it's snout. The horse began to move as you steadied your body.

You turned your head to see Jon unleashing his blade from its sheath and letting a war cry then running towards the horde of men. Your brows furrowed.

You needed to get to the bank of the sea. You needed to let Jon's sacrifice to be honorable. Yanking the horse's reigns; you signaled it to speed up.

"Come on!" You yelled as you yanked its reigns again. You were out of Winterfell. Passing the cherry blossom tree and into the empty plains and roads.

Your brows were furrowed as you couldn't help but think of the kiss you and Jon shared. You gritted your teeth as tears fell furiously. You were too angry yet upset at the same time.

You wished you didn't leave him. Who knows what punishment he was sentenced to: all for your sake of escaping. You lowered your body closer to the horse to allow less weight.

It had been speeding up as your bag with belongings was tightened around your shoulders. You heard a snarl. 

Not just any snarl but multiple. You rose a brow as you searched all over., looking for the source of the sound.

You then heard a roar above. Your eyes widen as you whipped your head to the sky behind to see the three dragons. 

“Seven hells!” You yelled but interrupted as Rhaegal swooped down attempting to grab the horse, luckily you were able to duck away from it’s jaws.

You squinted your sight to see a familiar sliver head in a white-like coated dress that was built for the northern side of the world on the neck of Drogon. 

“Daenerys..” You muttered, in pure shock that she wasn’t busy finding Jon like anticipated “Faster!” You chanted before yanking the horse's reigns as it sped up. You knew you couldn’t out run a dragon, but you had to do fucking something.

“Come on, come on.” You muttered as the horse dodged Viserion's fire, very precisely close. You grunted as the horse let our pained whinnies from the heat. 

You soothed the pain by allowing your fingers to dance along the mane. You were doing fine, until you felt something hot burn your back.

It had enough damage to knock you and the horse down to the hard ground. 

You grunted violently as your body shook when you attempted to pull yourself up. You heard two, then four then six large bangs around.

You moved the dirt out of your face. Your eyes widen turning slowly to see Daenerys walking towards you. 

You accepted it as your shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Now are you aware of what happens when you escape from me? Your lover?” She asked as she stared down at you with her violet eyes darkening slowly. 

“Stress gives you wrinkles.” She was now right in front of you. “This wasn’t intended as an escape.” you stammered, attempting to just get on her good side.

Drogon landed behind Daenerys while Rhaegal and Viserion had been on the sides, preventing you and the horse to escape.

You grunted as she stared at you, cupping your chin to force you to look at her. “You know you will never leave me. It’s not your nature to leave me unsatisfied.” Daenerys spoke as her thumb had rubbed against your cheek.

She grabbed you and forced you to your feet even if your body hadn’t complied truly. “What did you do to Jon?” you asked, silently but loudly enough for her to hear, she kept walking, ignoring you.

You weren't having it either. “You mad woman!”You screeched while speed walking in front of her. “The hell did you do to him?!” You yelled as you stood in front of her. 

“Silence, you fool!” She yelled as you cowered down to her voice alone. “I am your lover; your only chance of survival!” She stated as she furiously stepped in front of you. 

Your legs wobbled as you kneeled as tears began to stream down your face. You couldn't help but think of Jon. “You’re mine, not Jon’ or anyone's..” She said as she crouched down to your height. 

“I assume this wasn't something big. I was going to have mercy.” Daenerys tutted as a harsh slap was stinging your cheek. “But, something’s telling me you will never learn your place.” She continued and soon, she grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her as the tears never ceased.

“I shall show you no mercy.”

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mr stark mr stark mr stark

we love goatees

i went overboard because he is my bias

gn reader

warnings: triggering scenes, yandere themes, obsessiveness, you alr know

Probably occurring within his playboy days, you are a worker of Pepper Potts. So, its no wonder you are strangely attracted to him, or the other way around, because he is the Tony Stark.

You're with mainly with Happy Hogan who informs majority of the time that Mr. Stark is very careless and reckless all the time so you keep your distance.

Which he notices in an instant. 

Being Howard’s Stark son is the reason why anyone would talk to Tony and of course his knowledge, company and wealth makes him famous: it is rather unlikely that anyone would ignore, isolate or even despise Tony.

Its impenetrable to him. He dealt with many haters and people who threaten for his head but none up close, someone he has to see everyday: like you.

However, there are times he would ask J.A.R.V.I.S. about your arrival and somehow: he randomly pops up. 

Its not stalking, he just takes manners upon himself to introduce himself more properly. He thinks you don't know him, you know him based on what other people say, especially since he hears the conversations between you and Happy before you both walk into work.

At first, you expect nothing less. It is his home, his domain and his company. 

However, his motives and intentions remain unclear when he is touchy feely, flirtatious and much more.

You are well aware of how Tony Stark earned his playboy reputation.

He is very charming and sarcastic at the same time. Its almost like he knows what to do to make you even more entertained within his presence but you remain professional in a work environment.

He’s delusional. Its heartbreaking to experience all the shitty things in his life without anyone to support him, so maybe a little bit of the guilt trip may get you to stay a little longer.

Working under Pepper means you also assist Tony, right? So, when you find him sulking at his bar with a scotch on his left palm is highly unusual, but you couldn't just walk by as if you hadn’t seen him?

You ask him if he's ok and he instantly shoots up as if a shock goes through his heart, he turns to you and gives a thumbs up. You pat his back as he continues to eyes his drink with a sappy expression.

However, the clarity in his "heart" is there. Unnoticeable; waiting for your everlasting touch.

You stay with him, not knowing what kind of hell you walked into.

Your social life is cancelled.

Your family was contacted that you had gotten a new job and will be out of communication for a few months.

Not like you even need to work, his money makes money and besides, you're going to be living with him!

While you and him drink and talk your problems away, he tells J.A.R.V.I.S. to send some rando's to your house which he knows where cause he had a tracker on the car he lent to you to pick up your belongings and bring them to your new forever home.

Its all anyone who simps for Tony Stark asks for, but not you. You fight almost everyday and if you manage to escape.

Your best friends would be the first to contact you with a facetime call. Where Tony actually used his repulsor blaster to kill them dead with you on the phone.

Showing you what happens.

Warning you that there will be much more casualties if you don't come back and when you do, everything will be alright.

He'll never hurt you physically. Just emotionally and mentally of course.

"Lets make one thing clear, dear. You are mine, never forget that. For your own sake."

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yandere diana prince with very shy s/o? - 🌙 anon

ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱʜʏ | ᴅ. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

ME AND UR GF PLAYIN DRESS UP AT MY HOUSE.

I GAVE UR GF CUNNINLIGUS ON MY COUGH

gn reader cuz yeah

She probably doesn't buy it in the beginning.

Thinks that your messing around because you want attention but she noticed that you sometimes eye the exit whenever you are in front of a big crowd.

Or how you always bite your lip or gnaw the inside of your mouth when she gets close to you.

Maybe it is weird how you fidget whenever you both are cuddling.

She then realizes: you are shy!

Find's it adorable and a huge ego booster

She does the smallest of things that gets you stiff, rub your hand, caress your cheek, get close and even play with your lower lip in a seductive manner just to see you get embarrassed. 

You are probably a month into the relationship, so she finds it that you aren't going to attempt to escape anytime soon which gives her an advantage to know more about you.

Even though she knows pretty more about you than you know about yourself. She finds it cute honestly.

You would rely on her because you are afraid to ask anyone else for help.

Which is something she wants.

She finds it utterly adorable and it makes her distracted. It’s not like your on her mind every damn day but she finds it even more thinkable to just take time to think about your awkwardness. 

But she would soon realize you are too shy to even open up to her, she wants to assist you in any way possible which usually can include going on a rant. 

She gets partially upset at herself, she assumed she took this "shy" thing too far and now you actually thought she was taunting you. 

Diana would come up to you, asking if she had made you uncomfortable in the matter.

You would nod, not a verbal reply and it aches her.

She did not mean to take so much advantage, you being shy is you being you and she thought it was an act so she used her flirtatious ways to break it but it was surprising to say the very least.

Hugs at the most randomness times. She instantly regrets for not realizing it before.

You notice her sorrow and forgive her and you both start over almost.

In the end, she loves your shyness and completely understands it, she will never question the way you react to certain things; of course she totally understands whether you voice your opinion or not but she wants you to accept her love to you.

One way or another, it must come into your line of sight how she adores you, one way or another.

Overall; She is very considerate about your shyness but obviously finds it cute but it worries her that you don’t rely on her due to you not liking to voice your opinion around her, she would be the time of lover to do her very best to allow you to voice yourself. Probably goes all out and does everything to make you less embarrassed or shy. Just a worried bby who wants the best for you <3 

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female reader....yeah

disclaimer: just a bunch of horny superheroes missing their cookie from y/n

warnings: 18+ content, dark/yandere themes, implied stockholm syndrome, slight voyeurism, dubcon, cuss words guyz & masturbation. (obviously.)

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One thing certain: masturbation isn't new to Bruce. It is more as a coping mechanism or stress reliever. He is the man. When he met you (saw you wandering Gotham streets and stalked you home) you put that whole masturbating process on hold. He doesn't have to pleasure himself anymore. 

You were a bit more inexperienced than he is. Don’t take thing old man for granted, he knows how to please and certainly never disappoints in bed. He’s PACKING.. 

However, when you weren’t around to help Bruce, He would take care of it the old fashion way:

Bruce would get annoyed that you weren't around. You were behaving good for once and he allowed to let you go out to catch up with your friends.

Of course it’s the one time you were out when he needed you the most, doesn’t bother him though. 

He would sit as his desk while his cock was throbbing at the slutty photos he took of you during very fun times. God, if he could relive that night he would've. The only time you ever let him thought you willingly. (He drugged your drink that night.)

He grunted in discomfort before shrugging off his sweatpants. “God.” He cursed with hissed teeth, he tried to focus on the screen in front of him that was watching the credit card he gave you as he grabbed his aching cock and stroked through it slightly.

He let out a small grunt while stroking though his girth roughly. He just needed release.

He stares at the photo of you; he put it as a sign to increase his pace. He leaned his head back as his mouth was agape from moaning while bucking his hips.

It was great that Alfred went with you, Bruce didn’t want you to escape without his supervision, so he had the whole place to himself.

He stared at your photo on his phone then writhed utterly, wishing it was you on top of him. “Fuck...” He panted with small curses burning in the back of his throat. “Y/N...” He whimpered. He repeatedly said your name. He felt sweat coat from his forehead and from his black tee.

He let out more huffs while he eyed the ceiling as he sensed his release approaching. “Shittt...” He whimpered again as a growl escaped from his throat.

He is pissed now. What was taking you so long?! He knows this won't solve his “problem” but it will at least ease the pain.  

He sees stars as he reaches his climax. He slams his head back in the chair as his hips bucked upwards as his release shot out freely. “Y/N!” He grunted as he finished. 

He panted heavily like a dehydrated dog. He needed you home before he goes insane.

When you returned, he literally jumped out of his chair just to push you on one the couches. You dropped the groceries in startlement. Alfred was god knows where but he wasn’t here so that’s good. “Bruce?” You asked as the belt you were wearing made a clank sound as it hit the ground. “I need you, now.” He said while stripping you out of your jeans. 

Your legs were now bare. He licked lips his dry lips before throwing your shirt over your head. Bruce flipped you on top while leaning back on the couches comfy surface. "Ride." He commanded with that ‘batman’ aura surrounding him. You nodded almost submissively before grinding your sloppy entrance on his cock. 

He let out an aggressively huff at your teasing. It didn’t take long for him to get irritated and soon penetrating his erected girth inside of you. You let out an breathless gasp while biting your lip, almost drawing blood.

He took this opportunity to put his tongue into your mouth. You founded yourself bouncing on his cock with shaking legs that writhed every time his size touched that one spot.

You kept riding him until you felt your limit approach. Your mouths separated when you gritted your teeth before Bruce slammed your hips to steady as his semen filled your walls.

You lazily fell down on his chest as his cock never left from inside you. “F.....Fuck you.” You stated annoyingly yet breathlessly from his eagerness. “Love you too.” He replied with a passionate kiss before pulling you into a more comfortable embrace.

Bruce seems to be cocky but, on the inside: nothing will ruin this.

ᴄ. ᴋᴇɴᴛ

Clark didn't have any other options! He seems to almost be ashamed of his sex drive cause of Lois. He has a very high libido. He never really masturbated because he did have Lois at the time. Then you hopped in and changed everything. 

He was so confused though, you weren’t around. You explained to him that you were out for brunch with your friends. He got upset, he will never admit but he has terrible separation anxiety. He went everywhere with you. (HE’S PACKINGGGGG)

Clark didn’t think he got so low to pleasure himself by himself. You were experienced enough to take care of both of your sexual needs which was one of things he loved about you:

Clark gets lonely when you weren’t around. Your apartment never been so quieter. To the point where he could even hear his own breathing.

He sat on the couch as his legs shifted uncontrollably. He had just saved a women and her child from a fire and he was already getting stressed out. You knew how excited he got after a mission.

You would always relive it. You were always there. You would cook, clean and be a good little bitch towards Clark which he enjoyed.

 (AND HONESLTY WHO WOULDN’T?)

He finds it harder to control himself as his cock throbs in between his sweats. He had taken off his superman suit and just wore baggy gray sweatpants with a blue tee.  

(YALL KNOW WHAT GRAY SWEATS MEAN??!!)

He attempted to close his legs, but his girth had been hardening and erected. He felt pre slip out of it’s slit. He let out a grunt as his cheeks redden from the heat within his body. 

When did it get so hot in here that he had to kick his legs to cool down? 

He doesn’t remember turning up the air-conditioner.

Finding the displeasure within his sweats. He lowered the pelvis region of his pants slightly for his cock to sprang within his human boxers. He let out a sweaty huff of breathless pleasure as he slowly lowered his boxers.

His cock in glory had been swollen from the lack of stimulation.

He rose his hand: lightly approaching his girth before returning it to his side. 

The hell was he doing? 

Surely you would make it back home to secure his needs. He reassured himself only to look at the pre slipping out of his slit.  

But you were far though. Surely a little bit fun couldn’t hurt. He rose his hand before rubbing his tip. He let out a pleasurable grunt. 

He was enjoying this?

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began stroking. He let out a gasp from his contact as he leaned his head back within the pillow that was taking care of his aching back muscles. 

His eyes attempted to focus on the roof but it had been a blur with your face. “Y/N.” He whimpered as his hand movements increased. 

He pictured that it was you stroking him, your soft hands against his calloused body, oh how heavenly the feeling was. Your tits bouncing as your hips met his, the way you would grip his biceps to restrain your orgasm to meet his was always mesmerizing.

He kept stroking through his veiny girth as it twitched with pleasure from the bliss. He let out a small yet low moan. “Ughhhh....Y/N.” He repeated shamelessly. His mouth was agape with drool. His legs shifted uncontrollably. He grunted as he felt his limit approached. 

He used his speed to quicken up his pace and he let out small mewls from the action.  

He bucked his hips as he felt himself get close. ''Fuck..Y/N!'' He shouted as he reached his limit. A rope of semen released from his slit as he lifted his hips off the couch. His toes were curled as he landed his body on the couch with a grunt.

He used his clean hand to clutch his sweaty forehead as he eyed the roof: thinking of you. Look at that, the mere thought of you, your smile made his erected cock twitched for more. Very insaitable.

He let out a small whimper before wrapping his muscled palm onto his cock and stroke with pride. He no longer cared, you did brought this upon him. He continued to stroke himself while playing with his balls shamelessly. He needed this. It’s been a while since you two...

He deserved this. He was the world's greatest hero, no offense to the league of course, but he needed some relief in a while. “Y/N....” He begged as he heard you giggle. “Yes, Clark?” You asked as your arms were folded against your chest.

What do you know? He loves you so much he can daydream your entire body in a heartbeat. “Fuck me.” He said shamelessly as his head rested on the couch. Another giggle left your beautiful lips that wished was wrapped around his cock before straddling his lap. 

He thought he was fantasizing but he didn't think you were actually there.

His eyes went wide at your face was filled with a smile. “Y/N! I didn’t hear you come in..” He said, almost embarrassed that you caught him in this state. 

You brought a finger to his lips. “Let me help you, Clark.” You said seductively. He nodded eagerly at your vulgar words. You stripped out of your clothes. You were bare on his lap as he was fully clothed. 

You both had an intense make out session when he swiftly ripped his shirt. You playfully grinded your ass against his aching bare cock. He rolled his eyes in pleasure from you teasing. 

He grunted as you slowly lapped his cock with your soft hands. He was giving long yet low moans. “Y/N...” He whimpered that caused butterflies to form within your stomach. 

You smirk in response. “Please...touch me.” He stated submissively. You let out a snicker before sitting up on his bulky lap. You slowly lowered your throbbing pussy onto his cock.

He reacted with his head leaned back deeply into the couch as his toes curled slightly. You bit back a moan as you attempted to take all of his size once. You grunted while riding his cock. His hands found themselves onto your hips as he called your name repeatedly with bliss.  

Wasn’t this a sight, Clark Kent: the strongest hero, pussymatized by you. You continued to ride on his cock. You clenched your walls deeply against his cock. “Shit...Y/N. I’m gonna..” he exclaimed with clutched eyes. You brought your forehead down to his. “It’s okay, Clark.” You reassured with a small smile.

You both always used protection or the pulling out method. The thought of children never came to mind. But now, you both were ready. He gritted his teeth before deepening his pace to your cervix. 

He then spurted his semen within you. He had been into your neck, sucking your warm skin to contain his moans while you were rubbing his locks for support.

You felt your stomach gone warm. You both had been incredibly hot and sweat decorated your bodies. You looked at him with tear filled orbs. You were happy for once with him. He smiled before pulling you to a loving kiss. You then got up off him, not worrying about his semen leaking out of you. 

He felt a wave of pride swoon him over at the sight of his semen leaking out of your drenched entrance. “Round two in the bath!” You yelled before running to the shower. Clark ran after you with a chuckle at your childish antics.

You both shared a passionate night. A very very passionate night

ᴅ. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Somebody get her a sex-ed class maybe a book cause Diana was mostly confused. Poor lady: she didn’t know how sexual customs went and that was what you were for. To educate her about intimacy.

You happened to be there for Diana whenever she had a lot of stress. Some called you sex friends but Diana shamelessly admitted that you had been together. You moved in with her after a one night stands. She's a lady, woman to be in professional; she didn't think females could masturbate or pleasure themselves. (SHE GOT BODY LIKE CRAZYY)

Everyone would laugh at the pure girl but she wasn’t pure at all. She was dominant to the soul. Maybe she comes off as pure because of her confusion but that’s definitely an act. You both messed around with each other a lot. 

What made her upset is how you were going to go visit an old companion and wouldn’t be back for some time. She gets annoyed but she understands. She felts her core swell up at every thought she had about you. She would try everything to get her mind off her urges. But they were too strong. Stronger than the god's spirts:

Diana is a hurricane of emotions without your presence. She could be very snappy or very professional depending on her mood.

She didn’t know why she was aching so much. She’s been around for a while which means she understood the life of a woman body but never had such a problem before. She shifted in her skirt under her desk as she attempted to focus on the screen in front of her.  

An email that Bruce sent her. She felt sparks under her body radiating from her clothed clit that had been dripping from the thought of your bitable skin. The way your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she taste your insides. 

Gods, she was horny now. She needed to taste you, feel you, make you and herself feel good.

She tried playing it off, crossing her leg over the other as her core throbbed within her panties that you actually bought her. She earned glances at her co-workers. ‘Now do you see what you do to me, Y/N.’ Diana shamelessly thought as she clenched her right leg into her left.

She felt her juices within her drenched undergarments slip down her leg. She let out a small gasp: causing her workers to stare. She jolted with the substance leaking down her leg. Scrubbing her legs together, she excused herself to the bathroom.

She leaned on the wall as her bun was slightly messy from its comfort. She locked the door before rolling down her skirt. She looked at her sore pussy. Aching without your touch. She felt herself go rogue. She pulled down her panties and rubbed her nub.

Small portions of liquids leak out of her. She put her finger within her entrance. Something you always did. She leaned her back with a muffled moan with her right hand. 

She thrusted her coated fingers in and out of her entrance as her moans kept increasing slightly behind her muffled hand. “Y/N.” She whispered within clutched eyes as she added another finger.

She rolled her eyes to the back of her head as her right-hand fingers trailed to her tucked in shirt. She unbuttoned it then played with her breast. She let out a moan from the pleasure she received. She had been fondling her breast and playing with her clit at the same time.  

The coldness of the tile wall had been easing her body temperature. “Y/N, Y/N.” She repeated while bucking her hips and increased her fingers movements before reaching her climax. 

She let out a loud moan as she felt tears brim from the orgasm. A rough one. “Ugnnhhh..” She groaned pleasurably.

She released her fingers from her tight walls before staring at them painted with a clear substance.

So, this was the feminine way of self-pleasure. She approached the sink as she shivered while lifting up her drenched panties and then skirt. 

She turned on the water on hot before eyeing herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess. You did this to her, and you were going to pay the price. She walked out the bathroom: partially sexually relieved and then instantly noticed her co-workers glances.  

She shallowed in embarrassment. Had she been that loud? She found herself at her seat. Wasting no time, she packed her laptop, phone, purse and keys. She needed to get home. You just texted her that you were at the penthouse. She shuffled her belongings in her bag. She flew out of the fire escape of the office and into the air.

It didn't take her long to reach the open window of your shared bedroom. She needed to taste you, gods. Now. You were on the couch in a gray baggy tee that reached your knees, knowing you probably not wearing anything underneath as you watched a show.

Using her Amazonian speed, she ran over to you while pushing her purse on the marble counter. “Diana! I didn’t even hear you come in.” You yelped at her sudden entry while pushing the potato chip crumbs off of your lap.

She panted lightly. Finding herself again now she was eye-to-eye with you. “Y/N...” She said breathlessly. “That’s me! Is ‘sumthing wrong?” You asked with concern. '

She nodded eagerly at your sentence. “Yes. You’re what’s wrong with me.” She replied while approaching you. “Well damn, Diana. I miss you too?” You stated while staring into her lust-filled orbs. You found yourself on the floor as she hovered. “Who hurt you today?!” You laughed then yelled while attempting to push her off.

She laid herself back while ripping up your long gray shirt to see your dripping entrance. She felt waves of ecstatic filled over her body before slamming your entrance onto her mouth. You yelped pleasurably at the sudden intrusion before instinctively resting a hand on her head.

Diana began sucking on your folds that were filled with your slick. She closed her eyes while her tongue had been in heaven. The scent of your arousal had been clogging her nose. You were moaning like crazy which you always did. 

You clenched her locks while your eyes were also clutched shut as your head rolled over. Diana always wanted to taste you. Feel you. “Fuckkkkk...D-Diana, relax please.'' You muttered as you felt your orgasm approach. She let out a hum before diving her tongue deeper into your fleshy liquid-filled walls. Your thighs shook in overstimulation before squirting your release onto her tongue. 

She happily slurped everything she could spare. She soon positioned away from her face and laid you back on the carpet. She darkly grinned before walking into your shared bedroom: leaving you alone in the living room.

You were breathing heavily from such a harsh orgasm. You attempted to stand but soon you found yourself bare from Diana’s speed as she ripped off the large tee. “What the hell?!” You yelled furiously before looking over that the female brunette. Your eyes widen at she had been holding. 

She smiled as she held up a strap on. “This was custom-made by Bruce. Now, I can truly feel you..” She said with a snicker at your scared expression. “Let’s go, My dear. You’ll definitely enjoy it.” She smiled before dragging you over her shoulder and ran into the bedroom with a giggle.

In the end, Diana had made you pay the price for her embarrassment.

Literally.

ᴀ. ᴄᴜʀʀʏ

Arthur is pretty kinky himself. He was a bit more experienced than you were: his mind is far more corrupted. Masturbation ain’t really new to him. All it took was a beer and Fifty Shades of Grey. (THIS MAN IS DEFINTELY PACKING LIKE WTFF)

Like Bruce, he had taken the easy way out before, he can do it again or anytime he had too. He would’ve been a touch starved, sex addict pumping steed if you hadn’t crossed paths, but when you texted that you were out with your family, he was a bit pissed. 

He sent you to get groceries for the first time and when you went to the mall to try on something sexy for him, you happened to run into your parent(s). Of course, he would understand. Family is over all, but so was he. Right? 

He would tell you to send a mirror photo. He loved admiring your body. You did with a peace sign. He will be sending dirty messages. ‘you look 2 damn sexyyy 2 be wit ur folk(s).’ Or ‘facetime rn.’ 

He would be far from control. He needed you:

Arthur is fucking pissed off when you left fucking all blueballed. He gets so damn annoyed with you cause you both been teasing all fucking around all fucking day and, of course, when he is done with work: your folk(s) pop up and ruin the mood.

Why does bad thing happen to good people? He wouldn’t even walk properly when he walked into the shared town house. His hair dripped as he just left the ocean from saving some fishermen. He grunted in frustration as he kicked the door down, stomping like a toddler before laying back into the brown couch in the small living room.  

(HE’S PETTY)

His eyes wandered to his phone at the photo you sent. You were smiling that contagious smile that couldn’t help him but to smile himself. Your smile belonged to him and him only. 

He continued smiling as his hair dried from the towel until it decreased. A male behind you held up a thumbs up with a smirk. He furrowed his eyes at the picture.

Who the hell was there?!

The thought of someone else fucking you other than him made him see red. He glanced back at your smile: the smile that belonged to him and him alone.

Your hair was disheveled slightly as your cut ‘lil dimples showed as you smiled. He winced at the thought of you cheating. Nah: you were smarter than that. 

You had to be.  

He felt his cock erect at the sight of your smile. He let out a hum and a raised brow as his jeans tighten. He shrugged off his belt and showed his pelvis part of his pants. He saw his cock deepen the comfort of his boxers. 

He let out a chuckle before shrugging off his boxers shamelessly. You drive him crazy. He wasn’t new to self-pleasure but it had been some time since he masturbated. 

Like he had you to take off his stress on.

He saw his cock already become erected. He winced from the cool air. “Damn it, Y/N.” He muttered aggressively. How dare you go out and leave him pussymatized. He felt himself go numb while stroking through his veiny cock. 

He grunted from the friction while roughly stroking through his girth. He panted slightly before letting out a groan. He was thinking of you. Smirking at every pleasurable memory you both shared. Your erotic expressions, your fleshy walls, damn, he found himself leaking pre sperm from the thought of you.  

He let out a small grunt while leaning his head back a bit. He continually stroked his cock with small groans of pleasures. “Y/N.” He muttered as his hair was becoming disorganized from the couch's comfort. 

He needs you! Now!  

He found himself approaching his climax. Bucking his hips, he roughly thrusted his hands onto his cock with small groans. 

He increased his pace while eyeing the ceiling through half-lidded eyes. “Shittt....” He cursed through hissed teeth. 

You were the only thought on his mind. He shifted uncomfortably as his release had been close. “Y/N!” He shouted out his semen leaped out of his slit with his bucked hips.  

He finished his spurting with a grunt. He then leaned back on the couch. Sweat coated his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. He was thinking of a waysss to punish you. He heard the door open: already knowing it was you, he remained in his place on the couch.

Overstimulated with his self-pleasure, he couldn’t think correctly. “Hey Broo! My folk(s) made--”you said while approaching the living room to see his state.

You yelped out as you dropped your foiled plate that you parents gave you onto the ground. “If you don’t get over and let me fuck you. Imma go over there and do something you won’t like it.” He said as he stared at you while his long bangs were covering his still half-lidded eyes.

You found yourself get turned on with his voice alone. “Someone’s been busy.” You said while placing your bags onto the table and approached him. “You have...noooooo idea.” Arthur stated as his chest rose and then fell with his heavy breaths. You smiled before sitting on his lap. You shifted his cock between your thighs. You were sitting sideways on his lap.

Arthur loved thigh jobs. He missed the first time you both had sex and that led to a new kink. Small, big, thick or chubs. He loves thighs. You moved your thighs up and down his shaft. He let out pleasurable groans.

You smirked a bit then continuing to guide yourself around his shaft. He leaned his head back with a groan escaping his lips as a growl rumbled deeply from his chest. You grinned before stopping, leaving his cock grinding against your clothed folds.

He gritted his teeth from your sudden action.  “You got a death wish or ‘sumthing?” He asked threateningly. You giggle at his statement before mounting his legs.

You shuffled around his bulky thighs. You were gently dancing your fingers on his shoulders as you grinded yourself near his cock. He grunted when he removed the fabric blocking him from you and bucked his hips upwards for his cock to deeply enter you. 

You moan in defeat while dropping down onto him while you still laid sideways on his lap. His arms trapped you within his grip as his hands made their way to your back for support, preventing you from falling off. 

You both let out small pleasurable moans before attacking each other’s lips. You both gnawed each other attempting to dominant. You felt yourself go numb as his pace quickened. You grunted as you pushed your mouth off of his. A trail of shared salvia was formed upon your bottom lip. You looked at him who stared back with a breathless groan.

His thrusts increased into your cervix. You grunted as your eyes had almost worn out. Your body jerked with each contact and slap his skin made against yours. He felt himself approach his limit. 

He furrowed his brow as one of his hands cupped your ass and the other gripped your hair to meet his bulky lips, you muffled moans into his mouth as his tongue slipped into your mouth.  

You felt yourself go overstimulated. Your eyes were clutched shut along with his. His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to dominate your carven

How in the world did he have so much energy?!

The sound of slapping increased as he began hitting your cervix harder than before. When you both felt your orgasm approach. You both parted before moaning and groaning in bliss.

You heard muffled spurting sounds as his sperm began to fill your womb. You writhed slightly from the sensation then got annoyed with his intimacy. He lifted you off his cock before placing on his thigh. 

You slapped his chest playfully as an erupting laugh comes from him. “Give me a heads up when you do crap like that.” You scolded as he shrugged playfully.

Heavy breathing and low pants came from both of you as you went into into his neck in hide the embarrassment. “Sooooo, round two?” He asked with a smirk. 

You whined in annoyance. “Giv...Give me a second, your highness'' You said as you attempted to regain strength. “Mmmmm, no.” He answered with no care. He gave your ass a smack before his cock became erected again. You let out a jolt from the stinging. 

He lifted you back onto his cock, you let out a blissful moan as you stared at him with tearful eyes. “Love ya, girly..” He said with a smile before breathlessly groaning in bliss soon after.

Goodness gracious!

With you by his side, he can take on anything but Superman..

ʙ. ᴀʟʟᴇɴ

Barry never really had a girlfriend. He was a virgin to the bone. You came in and changed that. The first time you two had done activities, you were in charge. Barry was far inexperienced to dominate you. 

You figured that out in a heartbeat. So, masturbation was slightly new to Barry. Like Clark; he had no other options. You were always there, sitting on his second favorite chair with a robe however, when you explained you happened to go to a job interview. He was happy for you! (HES PACKING BUT HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO USE IT SOMEONE HELP HIM DFJIKDJHJFIKJ)

He knew you couldn't escape him. He was the flash after-all. You stated how you wanted to help him, not only by sex and meals. He got annoyed to be separated from you. You two were always together. Now, you weren't there when he needed you most:

Barry was lonely like Clark whenever you weren’t around. He didn't have anyone. Just his father in jail. He didn’t want for you to leave his side. But it was far from teasing when you send him a photo with your hair in a sleeked bun as you wore glasses that weren't even necessary.  

Your cleavage had been showing the valley of your breast as you held up a thumbs up with a breath-taking smile. He felt himself ignite by that photo. He was jealous: wasn’t it a crime to be that damn sexy? Cause you would be in jail with his father! He smiled before feeling his lower region react to you. He looked down under his blankets to see his boner was noticeable within his jeans.

He shuffled in his seat uncomfortably. He let out groans of discomfort as his cock throbbed. He wanted to get over the discomfort. He grunted and bucked his hips into the air uncomfortably. He had always been a bad sleeper.  

He kicked his legs before noticing his jeans being incurable tight. He rose a brow curiously at the sudden change. Removing the button that held his waistband together and pulling his fly down, his cock leaped out from his boxers. 

He let out a yelp in startlement cause he gets scared easily.

He shifted uncomfortably due to the tightness of his pants. Soon, he rolled his jeans down and soon boxers.

His cock had been twitching as small veins had been formed. He hesitantly let his hand out and wrapped it around his base. He arched his back with a moan while he had been feeling pure bliss.

He stroked himself roughly. Using his flash abilities: stroking through his cock incredibly fast. His hand shifted quickly throughout his cock. He grunted and let out submissive moans. His only thought was you teasing him like you always did. 

He thought of your fingers dancing across his abs as you would blindfold him while riding his cock. He furrowed his brows at the pleasurable memories you both shared. 

You were a kinky one between you both, and he was eternally grateful. He found himself restlessly stroking his cock before his orgasm approached. He felt himself buck his hips in anticipation as his body craved your dominant touch.

He felt himself go numb as his orgasm’s approached increased within his fast pace. He clutched his shut as his mouth was shamelessly agape with loud yet masculine moans escaping his dry lips that were lonely without yours. 

His head was leaned on his favorite chair’s headrest as his legs shifted slightly with jolts from the eradicating pleasure he brought upon himself.  

He felt his orgasm approach. “Y/N!” He squealed as his semen leaped out of his cock's slit while his hips were bucked along with his toes curled. He found himself on his favorite chair groggily: directly attempting to wait for you.

You were actually right there, standing with your arms crossed from your breasts as your eyes scanned his pleasurable frame. “Am I interrupting something?” You asked seductively. He let out a yelp before shuffling his boxers on. 

He hustled to his feet with his boxers on as his hair was slightly messy. It didn’t take you long to pin him to the wall, no matter how short or tall he was compared to you, you met his desperate eyes.

You started to attack his lips which he allowing, he shut his eyes deeply, slight joyful that he was at your mercy. You continued to fight with dominance until you dropped your lips off of his. 

He mentally whined without the comfort of your lips as your gaze turned to his erected cock that was hidden behind the safety of his boxers.

You smirked at the sight as Barry shut his eyes shut to ignore the embarrassment of his body. You slowly dropped his pelvis part of his boxers where his cock sprang out. 

You let another smirk caresses your features as you grow wetter at the sight of his girth. 

You look up at him who stared with despairing glint in his eyes.  “Y/N, please.” He groaned as he breathlessly writhed slightly. You rose a brow. “Please what, Barry?” You asked teasingly yet innocently.

He grunts in response cause you know what you’re doing to him. “Touch me.” He begged as his cock let out pre-cum. You grinned before dancing your delicate fingers on his swollen cock. You stroked through his girth slightly.

He let out moans as his elbows hit the wall as his hand was rolled back. You felt yourself grow more wet.

He felt you stop as you licked off the substance was oozing out of his cock's slit. “Take us to the bedroom.” You commanded with a whisper into his ear. He nodded eagerly before lifting you and using his flash speed to be in the bedroom on the bed. 

You grinned as you pushed against the mattress before teasingly undressing out of your clothes. He felt himself grow more erected at the sight of your bare body. 

You gently caressed his redden cheeks as you grinded yourself on his tip. “Baby....please. I’ve been nghhhh so...so..good!” Barry whined as he couldn't take the teasing no longer. You grinned before slamming your entrance onto his large length.

He submissively moaned as you bit your quivery lip. You prevented yourself from moaning as waves of bliss flooded your body as you bounced yourself onto Barry’s cock. 

Barry had been moaning loudly and uncontrollably as drool poured from his agape mouth to his chin. “Y/N.” He moaned lightly as you continuously bounced yourself on his cock.  

His hands went to your hips that were arched with your back as his cock deepen to explore your walls. You gritted your teeth before giving a smile at him. “Whose making you feel good, baby?” You asked teasingly as Barry's eyes were barely open. “Y-You....fuckkk..are.'' He submitted his hips bucked up to feel your walls better.

You curled your toes slightly at his action as you let out a small moan. You gritted your teeth before staring down at Barry. You comfortingly danced your fingers onto his abs. 

He let out another sharp moan until he felt his orgasm approach. “Y/N! I'm close” He pointed out as you continued to tickle his abs. He had tears prickle from overstimulation of your walls clenching.  

You increased your pace and rode him hardly and deeply. He arched his back as he leaned his head back into the pillows comfort. 

He moaned in pure bliss as his liquids spurted from his slit and empties his balls within your now drenched walls. You both came together. You both breathlessly let out pants.

You slide yourself off of his cock. You shifted a bit before falling onto his pale chest. You grunted a bit as his sperm leaked out of your drenched yet aching pussy. He laid a kiss on your tired frame. “Thank you, Y/N.” Barry said calmly as he wrapped the covers over both of your bare bodies. 

You both cuddled and chatted before falling into slumber, side by side.

ᴠ. ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ

Victor is confused with a passion. Sure, before he used to masturbate to keep his mind eased when he was a football player. Post-fall though, every thought about you made a circuit react. He didn't know what happened. 

He thought his systems were malfunctioning, but traveling inside his head, it was just his systems reacting to your features; as if his current state had a mind of its own. If his systems enjoyed your presence, he sure did. (YALL THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LEAVE HIM OUT?!)

You both been together before the accident. You were his personal-cheerleader. Now in his current state, he doesn’t allow it to prevent himself or you to feel good. When you weren’t around, its frustrating to know if you were safe:

Victor gets paranoid whenever you weren’t around. You were always inside the apartment which required you not to go anywhere. Victor lost his parents and many people in his life and he just doesn’t want to add you to the list.  

He would use any source of technology and intelligence to track or follow you. To you know... make sure your safe! It’s not stalking if it’s for a good cause! Right?... 

He felt himself at ease at your smiling face as the screen on the holo-pad Victor had your talking frame with a friend.

He felt a circuit react with excited whirrs. He stared down at his body within the hoodie. He felt the pleasurable circuits whirr more. He felt himself shake at the pleasure. He thought about you. Your smile, your body, your eyes, your dimples, and god..your beautiful face.  

He found himself lowly groaning as his metallic body had been whirring. His father did mention that he was going to see unexpected changes but this; this was something new. He let out a small groan as his systems returned with more strange robotic interactions.

He shifted a bit under his hoodie. Using his robotic eye; he scanned his systems. He rose a brow as the sudden act his systems. His robotic eye claimed the thought of you had been sending his body to overload.

He found himself pleasure as you continued to fill his mind. He stared down at the holo-pad at your smiling expression. He shifted his legs as he attempted to be cautious. He felt himself go numb. He was feeling pleasure for once after the accident. 

He was truly in love.  

He let out a small grunt as he wanted to remain focus. His vision on his eye blurred from the bliss. His systems continued to pleasure themselves. He felt himself thinking of the time you rode his thigh. 

He always loved seeing you with erotic expressions as you rode his thigh then orgasmed. He felt another circuit popped as he let out a groan.

He felt himself go slightly numb as his body shook slightly. He felt his overload approach his systems continuously did they're pleasurable acts. He licked his dry lips as his overload increased rapidly. 

He leaned his head back with a long groan as his overload spurted within his systems. He felt oil leak out of the open crevices of his robotic body.  

He fell back on the couch a bit breathlessly. You were just watching over the corner. Pleasuring yourself at the sight of his own unique way of masturbating about you. “I see you, Y/N.” He stated simply as you walked out of your hiding place with a small embarrassed grin. 

He used an extended hand to bring to close to him. You straighten your spine as the extended tentacle allowed you to approach victor.

He pulled you with his robotic hand to caress one of his thighs. “Undress.” He said quietly into your ear. You let out a breathless gasp at his seductive voice; even if robotic. You nodded swiftly before removing the clothes you had on. 

You were too eager. You were now bare in front of victor who gave a chuckle at the sight of your shivering body. He pulled you to straddle his robotic thigh.  

You shivered as your bare pussy was on cold metallic armor. You let out a breathless gasp as he grinded his thigh onto your bare clitoris that was begging to be stimulated. Victor was already feeling pleasure from his circuits reacting to your touch. 

He used his other abilities to allow his thigh to vibrate under your bare pussy that was soon leaking substances of excitement.

The vibrations had been making small noises. You let out small mewls and moans at the feeling of pleasure that your maidenhood was feeling. “Ohhhh...Victor...” You whimpered slightly that was barely a whispered. He hummed while looking at your erotic expression. 

You felt butterflies in your stomach as his husky breath was near your ear teasingly. His systems were taking in on your bare appearance.  

The way your breasts bounced from his thigh that you rode. He chuckled at your moans as your orgasm build up. He could tell when your orgasm approached due to his scanning’s. 

You were in every file within his mind. He learned from you. He studied you. He knows exactly your body operates. What it craved and what it doesn't.

He smiled as you gripped his shoulder plates with slight aggression as your orgasm approached closer. You felt your clitoris vibrating with his thigh. You released your hands off his shoulders before cupping his face. You leaned in before kissing his human side of his cheek. Then the robotic part.

He felt his systems go into overdrive from your blissful action. “Damn..” Victor murmured as he felt his systems overload. “Victor...” You muttered as you let out a long moan as your orgasm had been reached. You arched your back as your head was leaned upwards towards the ceiling as you saw stars from a rough orgasm.  

You panted harshly while you attempted to regain your strength. You felt your orgasm liquids leaked out of your entrance and onto his thigh where he let out a small satisfied hum. 

He looked at you as you looked up at him. You both shared a passionate kiss.

The rest of the night; you both shared cuddling as he used his body heater while you both watched random shows and movies off the television you encouraged him to get. You both were smiling; victor couldn’t cease it. 

You both were happy and sexually relived. Together

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