ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ | ᴀ. ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴊ. ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ

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.)

ʙ. ᴡᴀɴʏᴇ

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.

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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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wsg mfs???? i am in my early 20′s but i act like a infant all the time. i like to be called Milo.

uhmmmmm welcome to my blog??? lmao uh its definitely a work in progress cuz i like to change the shit around alot so js ignore that. (i liked to be messaged “hows your day” so like, slide into my dmssss)

im enby btwwww. i support anyones pronouns and shit like that ykk, one of them cool homo sapies lol

i like watching movies alot so if you got ANY ideas, please please PLEASEE dont be afraid to tell meee. and music, so like any music shit, any genre would be perfect, plz lmk :)

i like being mutuals alot, i like having online friends for no reason at all. i really dont mind messages about that personal shit so dont be shy if you need someone to turn too. i’ll do my best but i am not a professional ofc, lmao.

please enjoy my blog! 18+ content ONLYYY, feel free to catch me in the comments and uh have fun :)

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the franchise, this movie: IS SO GOATED!!! 10/10 recommended

disclaimer: female reader cause why not

warnings: kidnapping and one-sided love

At first, Conan is veryy delusional. He’s never really understanding about this love thing.

It’s a myth to him. He doesn’t believe he could possess feelings for a woman or anyone.

Has incredible expectations for women that surrounds themselves around Conan for their safety, but however: the thought of being committed to one threatens him and his pride.

Although, he has many whores to keep him satisfied with his inner barbarian needs, he never did crave one.

He thought himself as a total douchebag when the women he messes around with have feelings for him.

The thought of someone loving him is annoyance, a pain even, a nagging wound you can never heal or stop the bleeding.

His life is devoted to avenge his father’s death, that is, until he met you.

He met you when he met Tamara of course.

Due to you being her unidentical twin: you’re both stuck together.

Conan happened to notice when his feelings first adapted but he avoids it like his life depends on it.

He needs to murder Khalar Zym before even thinking of having heir for the next generation but the indwelling anger and annoyance for Khalar Zym goes away swiftly when he shares your presence.

Your soft, unbearable, peaceful presence.

It’s excruciating.

You’re excruciating.

He wants more.

Yet you’re one few people who show mercy and kindness towards Conan.

Give him more.

Despite Tamara’s disrespectfulness and feminine attitude: he enjoys your gentle and careful touch about him. You would always tend his wounds when needed and he would enjoy the slender feeling but he attempts to push it away.

He doesn’t know why, but for one thing certain: he doesn’t want it away.

He wants to savor it. 

Needless to say: he realizes his feelings. He finally is well aware of the emotions he expresses about you.

Now he will be needing a plan, he is all over the place, in his mind; trying to figure out a well-coordinated plan to confess.

When Khalar Zym was defeated, you and Tamara returned your birthplace to reunite with your families, church sisters and Father Fassir.

He didn’t care as much in the beginning: comrades come and go all the time but this feeling was different.

Sleepless nights and lack in desire of just living begin affecting Conan when you were gone.

Usually, he solves his problems with blood like his savage tribe, but in this case, he takes you, in the middle of the night when you and your church sisters were sleeping.

You were one of the oldest so you had your own chamber which was across from Tamara’s dorm. You were asleep, dead asleep.

It took a lot of courage for him to even think this through but in the end, you were successfully rescued. When you woke up that morning on a ship in the master’s chamber.

You felt a sharp blade hover over your bare leg from the cover, petrified, you refused to move a muscle until a calloused hand cups your chin to face your captor.  

You were startled to see the familiar face. “Conan?” you whimper slightly in surprised, least expecting him.

A grin plasters against his features, loving the way his name rolled from your tongue as his calloused hand remains on your face while you desperately look around for any hope of escape.

“Welcome to your new home, dove.”

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Hi, could you please do Annie Leonhart headcsnnons for someone who is very ‘cold-hearted’ and comes from a physically and mentally abusive family? She’s very much my comfort character and this is my background. Thanks anyway.

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warnings: criticism, stockholm syndrome, tough love if you squint

gn reader cuz im a badass

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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Hello! Could I ask for general yandere Bruce Wayne headcanons? Thank you! ^^

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ben affleck version cause hes hot

gn reader cuz im a boss

warnings: stalking, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, obsessiveness.

Bruce is typically on the kidnapping side than the manipulation. Manipulation was his second option but he spent months watching you closely and couldn’t contain himself for long.

He isn’t a big fan of the manipulation crap like Diana, he prefers to just take you instead; its his ego or his wealth. 

He uses his money to win you over. 

You are probably wealthy but still on the “unfortunate” side according to Bruce.

I can see Bruce already knowing about you before you even met him, he is the Bruce Wayne and of course you heard of him and his heroic events but you just didn’t really know him.

However, he does watch you first. In his eyes, he doesn’t stalk; he just happens to be patrolling in the carefree nights in Gotham on your side of town. No big deal. The Batman is just caring for all citizens.

He is very delusional about his beliefs and his beliefs only. Doesn’t really care of what anyone thinks of him.

He probably gets judged by the League before they take their darlings.

Like, Diana would get her beloved first and Barry and Victor would give her a weird side-eye but when Bruce first talked about you; Barry and Victor were highly against him. Arthur didn’t care and Clark had already known about Bruce’s intentions.

He is an observer. Probably even knows how long it takes for you to even go to sleep, depending on your mood of course. I can see Bruce even knowing your day-to-day schedule. Whether you work or go to school. He knows how you function and knows what you need to function throughout the day.

He will probably take you when your sleeping or walking to your home. But Bruce is no dumbass. He plans out his kidnapping with the help of Alfred who is too concerned for Bruce’s intentions. 

Predicts the time and everything, everything is planned out and your finally his.

Due to his power as the Batman and his wealth as Bruce Wayne: he is wayyyyyy toooooooo strong to escape. 

Probably monitors your phone because he knows you will contact anyone for help.

Go to Gotham City Police? They know better to turn you back to him.

Your bank accounts are fucked up.

Your social media accounts are deactivated.

Every app has a child's lock on it because it uses it to taunt at you, how defenseless and powerless you are against him.

God forbid you actually manage to escape, somehow break Alfred into letting you go. Now Bruce will never fire Alfred but he does tend to show you both a reminder about what happens if you cross him.

Definitely catches you before you are able to go to any of your friends or family to support.

You have not been in contact with the people you love the most: they are currently under the impression you started a new job opportunity at Wayne Enterprises and will be quiet for a while, but not to worry: Bruce can easily make your family forget about your with a little dash of cash.

Blood, Blood, Blood. Kills what is the most meaningful to you.

Definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty, honestly prefers it.

Reminds you he does everything to protect you.

Because you may not need him but he needs you.

He had been shallow for way long and now takes what he wants.

There is no escaping Bruce Wayne, the Batman.

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nothing can beat og 6, change my mind

yeah this is fucked up but arent we all?

i saw sum like this and wanted to see how i would do it

female reader cuz goodness...

warnings: noncon/rape, gangbang, orgy(?), nonconsensual touching, reader being a brat, occurs in 2012/2013, reader over 18, smutty smut, porn with plot, theres alot more..

the daddy issues in this one are sooo relatable lol

You were with Agent Phil Coulson. He and his men had just picked you up from a Bronx police station not so long ago. You were in jail for a few weeks due to attempted thievery and battery charges. You had handcuffs on that was burning your sore wrists. You had gotten in many fights in the time you served. You had no criminal background: according to Phil, your background was deleted by your father.

You didn't care.

Your old man was never a part of your life: now all of a sudden, poof there he is. If you do say so yourself. You are a HYDRA agent. The hatred of your father grew to the point where you just wanted to see his whole empire fall. You had done many deeds that you were not proud of but you always did covered your tracks. It was odd that you were sentenced a few days in prison due to the shitty Avengers. During a burglary to get some weapon, you were the only one who got caught, on purpose, of course. It was good that your equipment hid your identity.

Phil has told you everything. Feeding you information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and what your father did. You were gladly going to give the new information to HYDRA. You fucking hated your father, despised him. You didn't work for HYDRA because you wanted to. You worked for HYDRA for your own greediness.

In this world: no one cares but yourself. You found out the hard way. You were in a black van that had been labelled 'Stark Industries' on the side. Your stomach turned at the sight. If you had learned anything in your years of training for HYDRA, it was the heroes of New York and their businesses.

You tugged the handcuffs as they now began to burn your skin. “I know this must be confusing to you,” Phil began as one of his men in a black suit with sunglasses on had been in the drivers seat. You look up from your wrists before looking over your right shoulder at him. “The new technology ages. You probably never seen anything like this before.” Phil continued. (Boy was he wrong)

You eyed him with a disgusted expression at the thought of your dad. “Just know that your father was actually happy to know you were still here in New York, probably the happiest I have ever seen him. And believe me kid: I worked with your dad for a long time now.” He stated with a small smile forming with dimples. “If he cared, he would’ve already found me himself or at least show up to my graduation or first prom date.” You spat back, now growing pissed. “He did find you.” Phil answered with caution rising upon his voice. You turned your head towards him as you rose your eyebrow in a questioning expression. “He did?” You repeated with a scoff before rolling his eyes.

This caused Phil to scoot closer to you, probably for some sentimental effect he thought he had or probably give your dad some empathy, maybe even credit. “Your father tried everything. It was your mother.” Phil had stated as the van finally began to go into motion. “Do not fuck around with me, agent. I doubt he ever tried. My pops has a lot of enemies on his radar along so he really would not give two shits about his only child.” You stated clearly, emphasizing that you were his only child as your gaze dropped slightly.

This caused Phil to actually show some signs of him warming up to you. What a dumbass. “He wanted to find you when it was safe. The world has been filling up with threats that cannot be matched nor controlled. That’s when S.H.I.E.L.D comes in the picture.” Phil explains while fiddling with his badge. Your ears practically perked up at the sound of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Educate me about S.H.I.E.L.D, sir.” You stated as the van stopped due to a red light. “What is there to know?” Phil chuckled with an Adams apple bobbing within his throat. 

“There is a lot to know.” 

“That is true.” 

You finally break a giggle. It was hard to tell if you were humorous or sadistic. “Not like that, what I mean is: what is S.H.I.E.L.D? And what does my old man do for it?” You said as you lifted your cuffed wrists to your shirt to activate a microphone within your elastic bra. “Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. was organized to protect the United States from all possible threats. From advanced weapons to extraordinary agents. It cannot be argued that S.H.I.E.L.D. is probably the greatest military power on Earth.” Phil explains while you were shaking in your toes in excitement. You noticed the small red flash within your bra that showed that HYDRA was listening: as they should. “S.H.I.E.L.D. is obviously run by your father but the high council takes charge from a far. Which is why Phase two was even occurred in the first place.” Agent Coulson continues with no shame.

Not a single hesitated answer of all questions you asked. You then pressed the button of the microphone that disconnected the communication access of to HYDRA. Anything you found out would be for you and not them. The car parked in front of some sort of shuttle. This was no definitely no automobile cause you didn’t spot any wheels. “We call it the Quinjet. It is going take us to the Hellcarrier.” Agent Coulson stated while breaking out a small smile. You nodded with amazement before deploying on the jet.  

You sat down while shifting uncomfortably at the hard metal seat while the jet was in motion. You shooed hair that was in your face before crossing your arms once they took the handcuffs off of you. You instantly stood up before walking out once it hit the ground. Phil was fairly behind. You walked off the deck and looked up to see him. Your father. There in his fucked up glory with his black coat that gave him more of his appearance with a plain black tee with baggy jeans along with boots that echoed with each step

You just scoffed before walking right passed him with no greeting. He sighed while turning his head a bit to see you slouching while walking away. “Give her time, sir.” Maria says from beside him while Phil had been on his other side. “I am sure she just needs adjustment, sir.” Maria continues while patting Nick on the shoulder. “Dismissed.” Fury stated simply that caused both agents to depart to their regular stations.

You must still blame him for everything. For the mental hospital, the 5th grade graduation, all the birthdays, your high school graduation: you had just graduated a few weeks ago! He could name thousands of reasons of why you could possibly be still upset at him. He didn’t blame you. He really couldn’t blame you. Your mother had done everything in her power to allow you to grow up with the delusion of your father being a terrible person. 

In all summarized terms: it was working. You despised your father. Having constant anger about the last name you carry. “Fury” the name that was supposed to represent you, it was something you were going to live with forever. It didn’t go the way it should had. You had multiple talking stages, boyfriends, hell even one night stands, desperate for male attention due to you never having any from your jackass of a father.

As much as you were angry at him, you understood him. Focusing on saving the world yet he couldn’t save his own daughter who was going through the multiple suicide attempts with terrible support from fuckboys at a shitty ass high school because her mother, who was practically broke, couldn’t barely afford a school because her suckass husband was too busy not caring for his family!

You inhaled so deeply, you thought you were going to bleed through your nostrils. You could continue your mental rant for hours and practically days but you let it go. 

You strolled around the “Hellcarrier” as Phil Coulson phrased it with a noticeable frown: you were already pissed and you were not here for less than an hour. Your mother was nowhere to be found and you were stuck in the flying hell floating around New York. You looked down at your phone and scrolled through messages with a guy named “Peter” you were talking to until you fell down in a heartbeat. You grunted while rubbing your sore forearm you landed on. “Hey! Watch where the f-” You yelled while looking up at the person that towered before you.

Your eyes nearly flopped out their sockets while your soul dropped down to your stomach and possibly out of your body. Thor Odinson, a tall-long haired blonde who was very much so muscular and taller and bigger and you couldn’t help but eye his noticeable groin. Your mouth nearly watered. “Apologies.” He stated in his accented voice while reaching his hand out: large and calloused.

You could only imagine his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you behin- 

You smile before taking it with dimples forming. “Yea, thanks.” You stammer while cowering under his presence: he was certainly tall. “Are you new here, little one?” Thor asks while raising a brow at you while you blink into reality. “Oh uhm...” You, murmured as you search for words. “I am Nick’s daughter, so yeah, just here visiting so yeah, I guess I am a newbie around here.” You giggled while rubbing the back of your neck in an awkward state. “Well, I can show you to Dr. Banner’s laboratory and possibly leave you there for a sense of directions?” Thor asks while looking down at you with his face still being stoic but he was still fucking sexy. You nodded before trailing behind the walking giant that seemed to know his way around.

You followed behind him, almost losing him until you brought into a laboratory with autonomous, automatic doors that opened for your appearance, you blinked until you noticed that Thor was nowhere to be seen. How rude. You walk inside before glancing your eyes at some saber or scepter. Your body was compelled by its beauty as you walked over to it, its appearance was magnetic. There was a blue gem in some sort of containment vessel: very gorgeous.

You turned on your body camera as the red light flashed, knowing the camera was in recording: you spoke. “You guys seeing this?” You muttered low enough so no surveillance cameras could hear. You heard a ding on your phone as you soon checked. ‘Grab the scepter and return to HQ.’ You read in your mind before scoffing: how the hell were you supposed to even steal a scepter from enemy lines? “It’s an alien.” a voice from behind you said that caused you to twirl around with a risen eyebrow. “Tony. Tony Stark.” He introduced while walking beside you. “It’s an alien, but it’s a scepter?” You asked while attempting to stall. 

He laughed through his nose before nodding. “Yeah, it’s the glowstick of destiny.” He replies while turning his face towards you. You chuckle and then soon looked at the alien-like scepter. “Never seen you around here, what’s your name, kid?” Tony asks while cocking a loose brow at you while you side eye him, observing his appearance. Baggy jeans with a black sabbath shirt with a darker shade of sleeved-shirt along with black shoes. You just shrugged while staring back at the scepter. “Daddy issues.” You stated simply while folding your arms. He chuckles while putting his hands in his pockets once more. “Yeah, whose your old man? Fury? Coulson, no effing way, Hill?!” He rambles while shouting out jokes that actually made you laugh. “Fury.” You replied while rolling your eyes at the sound of his name.

Tony chuckled again, but this time: it was more of a mocking type. “Yeah, you do have his temper and attitude.” He points out while turning his head at you with a slight wink. You scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” You bark while gritting your teeth furiously. Now, who the hell did he think he was? Comparing you to the bitch! “Dad’s leave all the time. No need to be a pussy about it. Here’s what I want you to remember, mini Fury,” He says while pushing you out of the lab. “Kids can’t play with these toys.” Tony chuckles while smirking at you who was visibly frustrated. “Don’t take it rough, kid.” He says while shutting the lab doors on your face. You just looked flabbergasted. What a bitch. You just stomped around the hallways where soldiers looked at you with disgusted yet frightened faces. 

This caused you to think deeply, immediately stopping your tracks. Mini Fury? What did that even mean? Were you just like your father? Your breath hitched and soon heavy breathing was caused by your risen anxiety. “Shouldn’t be so stressed out for someone so young.” a feminine voice says from behind you when a slim hand landed on your shoulder in comfort. You gasp before looking over your shoulder. Natasha Romanoff. You realized your body camera still had been on before engaging a conversation. “Sometimes I stress, sometimes I don’t.” You reply before turning to face her.

She rose a brow before giving her usual stoic look. “It’s not normal for someone your age.” She simply remarks while observing your body in a very implicit seductive way. You found yourself utterly hopeless against her gaze. “You’re Fury’s daughter, right?” She asks while another male comes next to her. You nod your head before looking over at the male who just checks you out with a small whistle. “Hey, Clint. That’s literally Fury’s daughter, dude.” Natasha scolds him while the ‘Clint’ just chuckles while putting out his hand. “We can definitely see which side of the family gave you the looks. I’m Clint. Clint Barton.” He says as his masculine aroma fills your scent. “Y/N.” You reply while shaking his calloused hand, he lowers his hand down onto your small knuckle compared to his and kisses it gently.

You just scoff before snatching your hand back. “Yeah, nice introductions. Where’s my old man?” You say in a very noticeable angered tone while putting your hands on your hips. “Lose that tone and then maybe will help you, sweet bird.” Clint teases while Natasha laughs through her nose while pointing to the main bridge. You nod while strolling away from the two combative partners that had been whispering to each other. 

You walked pass many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D before meeting your father at the control center, turning his body while pressing several buttons: it almost looks exhausting. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to actually talk to me.” Fury says while his back was turned to you as he was commanding the ship. You grit your teeth while walking towards him. “I was also wondering how long it would take for you to understand that it was you that turned me into this.” You remark with the same venom he was holding in his voice.

He turned violently towards you, soon stomping towards you. You stare up at your father as he removed his eyepatch. You nearly pissed in yourself at the sight of it. He stares intensely at you while you do the same: it was a battle of silent screams and voices that was shortened into a stare off. You blinked before darting your eyes away at his eye. “Sir.” a voice filled with authority profession interrupted. You turned yourself around and your eyes widen. Captain America, standing in his glory, in his suit: which was highly unnecessary to be wearing as he approached your father, acknowledging your presence by a quick side eye glance. “Whose this?” Captain America asks Fury who looks down at you with annoyance. “My daughter.” Fury replied while soon looking over at Steve who just rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh don’t worry, Dad. I'll be out of your hair soon: not like you got any.” You insult with furrowed brows before crossing your arms and stomping away from the two. 

Steve just looked displeased. “She gives your personality for sure but that tone is disrespecting.” Steve scolds while staring at you depart with an angered face. Why would you talk about your father like that. “Rogers.” Fury began as he put back on his eyepatch. Steve acknowledges him by turning his head to await his response. “Here is what I want your team to do.” Fury begins. 

You walked back to the same laboratory that Stark had kicked you out of. You looked through the madly tinted windows to see the lights off and the scepter still there. You smirk while turning off your body camera. You grabbed a small circular chip from your pocket and placed it on the door code-lock and soon the door slid open you to enter. You walked over to the scepter: as if it was calling your presence while picking up your phone and replying to HYDRA. ‘Got your package, omw.’ you reply and soon grabbed the scepter and clutched it to your palm. Now to just got to find your exit.

The lights suddenly turned on, you mentally curse while turning your body cautiously and slowly at the other door. Wishing you locked that one as well. “You cannot take that.” Dr. Bruce Banner says while his gaze was utterly attracting for his age. You just tilt your head while raising a brow. “I had a feeling you were on to something the moment you walked on this ship,” Bruce begins while stepping forward a step that caused you to step backward.

His presence was getting intimidating. “Agent L/N.” He continues while using your last name that HYDRA had provided that caused your heart to skip a heavy beat. “Have you been spying on me? Aren’t you a little too old to be in the game?” You stall while crossing your arms in a mockingly way. “Your father was aware of your deception the moment he got you out of jail.” Banner says as his lips curl into a smirk at your shocked expression.  

Your eyes widen. How the hell did they know!? You mentally curse to yourself again. Your father really had no faith that you would change? You can cry about that later but now you had to think here and you had to think fast and precise. You couldn’t fight him because he could ‘hulk out’ and kill you in an instant. You couldn’t run past him because he had the alarms in his arms reach, but maybe you could..you go for the door that you hacked using the chip.

You make a run for it only to get cut off by Thor who had a very displeasing frown on his face. “I expected better from you, lady Y/N.” He says while looking down in discomfort, deception. “What the hell do you guys expect from me!?” You screech while clutching the scepter into your hands tightly. “For seventeen years, I had done nothing but make a being out of myself because my shitass father wasn’t in my life for nothing!” You protest while the heartbreaking tears fell from your eyes as you wanted to make them feel remorse. This caused Bruce to lower his guard. You smirk slightly while using the scepter to knock him to the floor and soon make a run for the door, you were almost out the room until someone grabbed your arm, flipped you into the air and you landed on your back.

You groan while looking up at Natasha who just cracks her knuckles a bit before grabbing the scepter before you could. You then felt a harsh tug on your bra and soon the body camera broke. “Cheap trick, baby bird.” Clint teases as he cackles a bit loudly and soon carried you back in the lab: slamming your back against the metal floor. You groan again at the harsh contact and soon Tony and Steve entered into the room. You just grit your teeth in frustration as you got up. All six of them were now in the lab and all stood their ground. You wish you hadn’t left your shit on the Quinjet.  

You held your ground also though. “Game’s over, kid.” Steve scolded as his hands were on his hips in disproval. “Fuck you all!” You yelled while grabbing their attention. “I’m sure you fuckers don’t know how hard it is to live a life like mine!” You yell while the hot tears stream down your cheeks as your body temperature rise from the anxiety forming. Steve reached his fingers to his ear to his comms link while Bruce attempted to reason with you. “Now, sir?” Steve asked that was barely a whisper. “Wait for my signal.” Nick replies over the comms and soon the line disconnected. “You don’t have to live like that anymore.” Nat says while see approached you with the scepter in her arms still.

You stood back from her in fear. “How do you know that? Cause you’re spy and started when you were younger, is that what you call not having to live like that!?” You yell at her in protest as she just blinked in surprise from your sudden information leaks. “Yeah, I read your files,” you say to her while soon looking back at the group. “I’ve seen the shit. Y’all just all talk for justice and global peace but I know what kind of fuckers you all really are!” You screech while soon grabbing all their attention once more. “Now?” Tony asks who was slightly disrespected with your tantrums and outbursts to Steve who soon asked Fury. After a couple of minutes of silence. “Now.” Fury replies and you rose a brow but Thor rushed over to you as Nat exited the lab with the scepter. “I’ll have my fun with her when you guys are done.” Nat says in the distance. 

You rose a brow from confused as Thor charged at you and tackled you to the ground. “The fu-” you said in confusion as you were stripped naked. The windows in the laboratory soon became black so no one could see the violation. “The fuck you doing?! Get off of me!” You yell while kicking your feet and punching all over to put of a fight but all of that stopped when your arms were held behind your back. You furrowed your brow again but you turned your head a bit to see Tony giving a charming yet sadistic smile at you. Thor had put your legs on his broad shoulders while Clint was watching and soon was palming himself as Steve just sighed but his expression was stoic.

Thor didn’t waste any seconds of time before lowering his mouth onto your bare pussy and lapping your folds heavenly with his muscular tongue. “Wait! Stop, please!” You beg while the tears that were forming down your face was stimulation. “You brought this upon yourself.” Bruce says that causes you to look up at him and soon his cock was plunged down your throat as you nearly lost a ton of air from the intrusion. “Calm down, Bruce. Remember this is still Fury’s daughter.” Steve scolds while Bruce grit his teeth and groaned from your warm cavern. “I say go for it.” Tony replies in a cocky manner as Steve looked at his disapprovingly soon gave your ass a quick swat before dropping you onto his cock that caused you to scream loudly that was gagged and muffled from Bruce’s cock as Thor inserted in tongue into your body in surprise. The pain of your wrists had burned your body as Clint took your hand to his as his hand explored your body. You felt hot tears trail down your cheek while you felt your orgasm approach and soon you squirted your juices on Thor's thick tongue. 

You felt exhaustion cloud your vision as it blurred. Steve and Tony had been roughly thrusting into you, moving your body in sync but it was harsh as Thor and Clint brutally pulled your hands to satisfy themselves while Bruce was abusing the back of your throat. All men groaned in unison as you were the pathetic pleasure pleaser. You mentally cursed at yourself for not fighting back. You felt utterly disgusting, disliked the feeling of being overwhelmed in such a wave. You felt yourself go numb: the men were having way too much fun with this as you were on the verge of breaking as your body burned from the ache.

You had reached your orgasm but felt another one build. You just grit your teeth while noticing how their thrusts were becoming deeper and more hurtful. You then noticed something, the door whooshed open and revealed. You managed to push yourself off of Bruce’s shaft. “Dad!” You cried out to him while you removed of your hand off of Clint. “Help me!” You pleaded as the tears fell down your eyes rapidly as Agent Romanoff swiftly was by Fury’s side. “Good job, Rogers.” Fury applauds to Steve who nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Steve manages to say in-between pleasurable grunts. Your eyes widen as Tony chuckled behind you. “W-What?” You stammer while your eyebrows knitted as you felt fear rise from your body. Your father looks down at you, his eyes as cold and stoic as a killer; he was no longer your father. Just a monster.

“Welcome to the gang.” 

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ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ & ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

female reader

disclaimer: italics is dothraki language

warnings: 18+ content, nonconsensual sex, rape, threesome M/F/F, possessive/obsessive behavior, forceful oral (f receiving), implied voyeurism, attempted murder & yandere tendencies

You couldn’t believe it.

No one could.

Viserys Targaryen III had requested your presence to accompany him for the meeting of Khal Drogo and Daenerys’ before the ceremony. Without hesitation or anticipation, you accepted his proposal. Viserys had answered saying that you were one of the best female warriors that were surprisingly apart of house Targaryen. He vowed that you would be his personal guard, till he reclaims his throne. 

You only agreed because the consequences of denial could be vaguely worse than death. “You’ve been requested by King Viserys as he and his sister along with Mister Illyrio await for the Khal’s arrival.” She said as she handed you an item hidden underneath a cloth. You revealed it to a coat style that must’ve been favored by Viserys, a diaphanous gown. “Your wardrobe must make changes to King Viserys’ expectations, this is merely the beginning.” The maiden continued when you inspected the dress that was out of your style.

The another unnamed maiden entered to your adjoining quarters with more unappealing outfits. “You better a move on. It is best to keep the king pleased at all times.” She spoke before both women began reaching for the door and leaving you in the quiet room. You remained unamused with such a gown but if it were for Viserys, you must. You admired yourself in the mirror before grabbing your hip sheath as you attached it to your waist. Putting your sword in its sheath, you walked out the room before running the empty maroon carpeted hallways. You ran towards the steps. Passing through the curtains to see the two sliver headed siblings accompanies by old brunette.

Viserys turned his narrowed gaze towards you, lightening up before letting a smile take hold of his features. “This is my personal guard! She will accompany us with our journey with those wretched dothraki..” Viserys introduced you. You wave upon his weird introduction while the pale female consciously stared. “Y/N.” Illyrio greeted. You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Your grace.” You replied. You turned your body towards the violet eyed female. “Princess.” You greeted with a mere bow. Her purple illuminating eyes bore into you, as if she had witness death before her. “You’re a woman who is a guard?” She asked with her foreign accent. 

Viserys gave an annoyed look, he knew Daenerys was very...slow to adapt to certain things which meant everything was explained to her, even that she doesn’t understand various times. “Why of course, dear sister. She is apart of our garrison.” Viserys said with a poker face. After waiting for five minutes, you stood next Illyrio and Daenerys who was side glancing. “Where is he?” Viserys asked as he turned his head slightly towards Illyrio, it appears that they had been waiting for a while. “The Dothraki aren't known for the punctuality.” Illyrio responded swiftly. “Y/N,” You heard a soft, feminine voice speak from beside you.

Turning your attention towards a shy, pale yet younger Targaryen you nodded in acknowledgement. “May you escort me to the Khal? So, I mustn’t go alone.” Daenerys continued before staring at you. You smiled. “If that what you wish, I will. He will not be in arm’s length,” You answered before staring over at her. “Not when I am around you, princess.” You continued. You could see a tint of red flush her face at the nickname you had gave her. You heard horses approach. Daenerys looked startled. “Do not fret. He can still reject the offer.” You whispered to her as the men on horses approach. You shifted your gaze from her to the group of men and your eyes widen.  

They had blue paint across their shoulders as they wore high waist clothing that had long boots and thousands of animal fur that you presume they killed. Illyrio approached them, climbing down the steps and greeting then in Dothraki language. You stand tall as Khal Drogo stared uninterested yet rather stoic at Illyrio. “Do you see how long his hair is?” Viserys asked as he forcefully put himself in the middle of you and his sister. 

You leaned back to hear his words better as Dany stared at the Khal. “When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut their braid to show the world their shame.” Viserys continued. You rose your brows. Their customs are nothing of whom yourself had heard about.

You were actually surprised that Viserys was able to learn about the Dothraki. “Khal Drogo has never been defeated.” Viserys whispered, murmured into Daenerys’ ear. “He's a savage of course, but he is one of the finest killers alive,” Viserys continue to explain before pulling Daenerys close. “and you will be his queen.” Viserys continued, the way he was giving Khal Drogo and the Dothraki with their savage ways, you worried for Daenerys. He sold his only family left to some brute. “Well, the dothraki have customs that are different to our own. Perhaps, you should reconsider this arrangement, my king.” You opinionated, if you were to be a ‘personal guard’ of his, even if he wouldn’t listen to his own sister, he would probably listen to you or maybe put your opinion in consideration.

Viserys scoffed at your words, causing you to become irritated but you remained calm. “And not get my army? Never in seven hells.” He answers while rolling his eyes for more emphasis to his words. “Come forward, my dear.” Illyrio said before turning his body towards Daenerys and yourself. You turned towards Daenerys with a reassuring smile before holding your arm towards her.

She hooked her arm with yours before walking down the steps slowly. You felt how she was shaking, the way her breath hitched as you both passed Illyrio. You leaned over to her, whispering to match your breathing. You both were in front of the Khal. You both stared at the same time. Daenerys and the Khal had made eye contact as you were admiring him and his men appearance. They stared for a limited amount of time, until his gaze went to you.

You noticed his eyes travel to your body. You then turned your gaze and stared into his dark, dark eyes. After you made eye contact, he pulled his horse reigns, forcefully turning the horse towards the exit he entered from,  along with his men. “W-Wait. Where is he going?” Viserys blurted as he stepped down the stairs. “The ceremony is over.” Illyrio responded. Beside you, Daenerys let breathed a relived sigh. 

You smiled at her, which seemed to calm her wild emotions. “B-But he didn’t say anything!” Viserys said, clearly irritated with the Khal's actions. “Did he like her?” asked Viserys as he eyed the horses in the distance. “Trust me, your grace. If the khal was displeased, we would’ve known.” Illyrio reassured a worrying Viserys. You followed Viserys and Daenerys up the dais along with Illyrio. You all walked to the balcony, the one placed in the master bedroom of the castle.

Illyrio had been giving a lecture to Viserys about the people cry for the rightful king. You and Daenerys followed behind. “When will they be married?” asked Viserys as he cupped his chin. “Soon,” Illyrio answered. “The dothraki never stay still for long.” He continued. “Is it true they lie with their horses?” Viserys asked while cupping his hands together. “I wouldn’t ask Khal Drogo.” Illyrio simply stated. This caused the younger male to look over at Illyrio. “Do you take me for a fool?” Viserys asked with a displeasured look. “I take you for a king.” Illyrio assured as you and Daenerys exchanged curious glances. “I know how to play a man like Drogo,” Viserys said with pride before continuing the slow pace. “I give him a queen and he gives me an army.” Viserys stated simply, keeping his hopes high.

You looked at Daenerys's stoic face that was perhaps swirling with many emotions. “Now’s your chance.” You whispered in her pale ear as she nodded. “I don't want to be his queen,” Daenerys spoke, causing the two males to turn and look at her. You were glad that Daenerys had stood up for herself. “I want to go home.” She finished, her gaze was full of determination, fury and slight worry. Viserys was unamused until he blinked to a cheery face. “Well, That’s all I want too.” Viserys spoke. “I want to go home too but they took it from us.” Viserys explained as he creeped slowly to his sister. “So, tell me, dear sister. How do we go home?” asked Viserys, in almost a mockery tone.

Daenerys gaze went down, in search of an answer. “I-I don't know.” She answered, and you mentally groan from her sudden cowardness. “We go home with an army,” Viserys explained as he put two fingers under the pale female's chin to lift her gaze. “With Khal Drogo’s army.” He explained as he brushed his sister’s comed hair. You furrowed your brows in irritation. He was using the throne against her will, her freedom. 

Daenerys just looked stunned, speechless even. "I will let his whole tribe fuck you,” He said. “All forty-thousand men and their horses, if thats what it took." Viserys added as he rubbed his hand, caressing her pale cheek. “Absurd!” You yelled until his snake gaze laid upon you. Gritted your teeth and cowering in authority. “What I mean, my king...judging from Khal Drogo’s actions: he seems rather unimpressed with Daenerys, plus he does have the say to reject the offer.” You explained that Daenerys smiled upon as Viserys kissed her forehead. “Ahh, Y/N. He would not say no.” Viserys said. With that, Illyrio and Viserys walked into the distance, leaving you and Daenerys full of concern for this possible outcome.

It wasn’t long until Khal Drogo returned his answer by sending a dothrakian messenger. Founding yourself on the dais on the day of the ceremony. The Dothrakian messenger that spoke common tongue translated that the Khal accepted Daenerys’ hand in marriage but the only catch was that Drogo wanted both you and Daenerys in marriage. Your eyes widen at the translator who had soon departed. Leaving Daenerys, Viserys and yourself stun.

Daenerys was slightly happy that you were going to be with her during this unexpected time.  

Viserys was pissed. You were his to deflower, not some killer. Did he want you or the throne more?

You, on the other hand had confused, pissed and annoyed in a mix. You felt weak to your knees, holding onto the stoned castle walls that raised you for moons.

You felt a soft palm on your shoulder. “At least....we are in this together.” Daenerys said as she pulled you to your feet. She gave you a heartwarming smile. “Well. You two make yourselves presentable. We leave for the ceremony soon.” Illyrio said as he walked up the dais with Viserys who was still stunned. You gritted your teeth as hand maidens forcefully took you and Daenerys to the dressing room. It was a numerous amount of time when Daenerys had requested for matching dresses. You looked at her as if she was sick. “To impress our future lover.” Daenerys stuttered, attempting to come up with an excuse.  

You gave a snobby look before turning towards the maidens. “Your future lover.” You corrected. “Why say that?” asked the sliverette whose tone was filled with curiosity. “I’ll find a way to escape within the ceremony.” You said with a cocky smile. She smiled at your confidence before getting sappy. “How will escape the dothrakians? They live up to their savage reputation.” Daenerys stated before undressed the silk see-through dress she had been wearing. “Well. I can show a savage approach,” You spoke as you began to strip. “I’ll even bring my sword if needed.” You stated.

She nodded then looked over at you. “So, you intend to leave me with the Khal?” Daenerys croaked. You chuckled merely. “You say it as if I am dooming you to death,” You answered, facing her unamused and upset face. “There is no need for such remark, princess.” You said while adjusting your slippers. “You were getting married to the khal with or without my presence.” You said, soon averting her dropped gaze.

You could sense her being slightly disconsolate, but even if your words were hurtful, (even though not intended to be) it was the truth. You were about to get up until the maidens handed you a matching dress, but a much darker shade was given to you. “We match. Having close to the same pattern! Black and white that resembles the moon and sun!” Daenerys said with a smile. You ignored her briefly, squinting at the dress in annoyance. The empire-waist wedding dress that has the same palette and floral colors as the other one. You sighed in annoyance, this couldn’t get any worse.

Perhaps, it was possible that this situation is escalating far worse and worse by a breath. You were well aware of the dothrakians living up to their savage reputation but it had never seen it close. You were in the middle as your legs hung off the bench as Daenerys was on your left, pale hands in her lap as she watched the ceremony. You side glanced the Khal that was on your right and gnawed your inner cheek at the sight. You knew he was intimidating, strong and was a brutal killer which meant that your escape was going to be challenging.  

You saw Viserys shared a judgemental gaze with you as you both watched the dothrakians celebrate. The sight of the women being raped, the men ripped each other’s throat and the smell of horse hearts and raw meat, it was all disgusting. It was irritating to just sit by and watch. 

You had to do something. “No,” Daenerys whisper-yelled, your soon to be concubine. “Leave them.” She continued. You looked at her with a angered gaze. “We mustn’t do nothing!” You spoke with irritation, her soft hands caressed your muscles and soon shoulders as you gently lowered yourself down. “There is nothing we can do.” Daenerys cooed as you gripped your fist tightly. 

Although quiet, Drogo had been pleased by your actions, despite doing anything, it was expected to have such fury. You both were so unaware, he had multiple whores but none like Daenerys and yourself. He even smirked at the sight of the brutality in front of him and felt at ease with the gifts you and Daenerys were given, the various blessings given for the three of you had been uncountable. One gift in particular had caught your eye. 

You and Daenerys eyed each other as you both picked up a dragon egg that had been gifted whilst learning that this Jorah who honorably served with House Targaryen during the great war and stated how he wished to serve the rightful king.  

The sounds of drums had been loud, but the screams of agony filled the air that caused the crowd roared in encouragement. Gagging at the sight; Daenerys side glanced the Khal as he had a small smile of sadist on his face. “They’re mindless.” You muttered to Daenerys. She nodded in agreement. You searched around the area, looking for a good route until Viserys made eye contact. “This was not supposed to happen.” He mouthed in an apologetic manner.

You nodded with slightly teary yet frustrated eyes. He was right. This was not supposed to happen. Daenerys supposed was to be here, not you. Not that you wanted to leave the sliver haired female alone, but damn, you didn’t deserve to be here. You weren’t ready to commit yourself to anyone yet. You and Daenerys shot confused glances at each other as the Khal stood up. He turned slowly, it was almost scary the way he stared at you both. 

Daenerys stood and you mirrored her in confusion whilst the Khal made his way down the wooden dais. The dothrakians within the circle scrambled a path towards the end as their leader walked. Daenerys followed him, unquestionably, you however was in the back, everything was unpredictable. 

The dothrakians behind you both was sensible, their smell, their breath, even the way they kept quiet. Some stared in awe, some in disgust, and some who looked hunger. You both walked the end of the path. A male and female, though the male looked more like a war horse. 

You breathtakingly walked up to the female before rubbing her snout, you smiled as the white horse huffed and strut her head at you playfully. “She’s beautiful.” You hear Daenerys say to Khal Drogo while you just stood still, almost stoic even.

Daenerys turned her gaze towards Jorah. one of the few common tongue speakers of the tribe. “I don't know how to say ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” She apologized in a genuine manner of respect. “Child, there is no ‘thank you’ in Dothraki.” He stated. The khal approached Daenerys, you turned over intimidatingly, hoping the khal wasn’t going to kill her. 

He instead lifted her on the horse, he soon came over to you but you raised your hand, you didn’t need his assistance but he begged to differ. His hands covered a vast amount of your body when he lifted yourself behind Daenerys. It made you sulk slightly, never had you felt so vulnerable before.

Viserys walked up to your horse with Daenerys in the middle of you and the Khal as the Khal walked over to his horse. “Make him happy.” said Viserys as he gave you an infamous smirk. You sent him a glare as Daenerys stared. Khal Drogo pulled both the reigns as the horses’ stumble. You wrapped your arms around Daenerys’ slim waist as you lean your cheek on the back of her neck, inhaling her hair scent. She stiffens from your grasp. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently. “Yes.” She responded in almost an instant, letting go the reigns with one of her hands and placing it on top of yours. 

The ride was short. You sensed fear within Daenerys as her breath hitched like it did before but you weren’t worried. This will be the first yet last time to see these monsters for a tribe. You had no idea what intentions the Khal had here near the bank of the sea, probably was going to throw you both over, so you had no business getting off the horse, actually planning a way to escape with it. However, Daenerys had stared at the sky with the sun’s illuminating setting glow. You could tell that she was attempting to forget the current situation.

You then noticed how Daenerys was presented towards the Khal as he approached her. You then realized what is about to happen, but your instincts remained on your escape. He had been untying the hold of the dress which had been in the back. You heard Daenerys tear-full sobs as a tear escaped from her eye, and fall to her cheek. “No.” You heard in a low gruff voice. You turned your gaze slightly, had the Khal always spoke the common tongue? If so, someone could’ve told you. “Do you know the common tongue?” asked Daenerys, attempting to possible ignore the fact she was even near the Khal.

Drogo walked around her, undressing the extra accessories that wasn’t necessary for a savage wedding. “No.” He simply answered again. “Is ‘no’ the only word you know?” She said with slight anger building up from his same answer. His hands were on the pin that was holding her cleavage cup to be seen. “No.” He said as the pin dropped on the ground with a clank. 

You turned your gaze and closed your eyes shut when the large Khal had walked behind Daenerys, who continued sobbing as he undressed her strap of the dress. Her bare body was shown to the Khal as she desperately attempted to cover it. You winced at the sight and at the sobs she produced as she cried your name to help her.

You just couldn’t.

You were used to pleasurable acts such like this, it was unfortunate. You turned your back away from the new couple, facing the horses, attempting to focus on the sound of the gushing waves over Daenerys’ pleas. You knew that your escape was going to be hard but this was beyond your comfort zone and complicated for you.

But you needed to get out of here somehow.

It was your first escape plan, who could blame you! You were in unknown territory and didn’t know the tricks. You let out a displeasured grunt as the men escorted you to the large tent where you, Daenerys and Drogo’s slept in. You didn’t sleep with them no matter how many times Daenerys pleaded you to, you didn’t sleep near them! You were always on the other side in a secluded area away from the chaos. 

You grunted as they opened the tent’s flap to see Daenerys there, sitting on a hand-made chair. Dothraki language filled your ears as the men spoke to Daenerys who spoke back in Dothraki which you refused to learn. The men left you with the devil. “They say they saw you breach the stables, napped a horse and took off.” Daenerys said as her gaze burned on yours. “Your slaves speak the truth.” You replied simply before brushing off the Dothrakian leathered dress you despised. “Why,” She asked questionably as she tilted her head causing you to look over at her unamused. "Why do you intend on leaving me, leaving us?" She asked again. 

You just scoffed, tutted mockingly. “Why did you intend to submit?” You spat back with slight rage. “You keep forgetting,” You spoke, looking over at her dropped gaze. “that I won’t stop ‘til I get out of this hell hole.” You finished while standing your ground. “There is no escape.” She said in almost an instant that caused you to stiffen from such harshness. She stood up also, toe-to-toe with you, something that would’ve never happened because of this. “I am carrying the Khal’s son." Daenerys pointed out as her hand caressed her stomach.

Your expression dropped to pure rage. “Did that beast deflower you forcefully?!” You asked as you went for your sheath until you came to terms that it was gone. “I allowed him too,” Daenerys stated, soon smiling almost madly as she noticed you in panic. “And you will not be needing your sword.” Daenerys said. You turned to her enraged. “Why in the seven hells not!?” You yelled as you approached her almost threateningly. “Humor me!” You continued, impatient for an answer.

She stiffens slightly, becoming slightly annoyed with your tantrum. “Where is my sword?!” You yelled once again. “You have to carry Drogo’s son.” Daenerys said. You roll your eyes, the same thing she always says. “Where is my sword!” You yelled once more. The tent flapped and soon you heard a clank on the ground. You furiously turned around to see your sword dismantled and shattered. 

You looked up to see Drogo’s smirking face. “Is he responsible for this?!” You turned fiercely towards Daenerys who just nodded. “I’ll kill you!” You yelled as you went grabbed your spare knife. Until a harsh grip forced your arms to recede. You dropped the knife as you shakingly side glance Daenerys who was captivating you. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!" You screeched, increasing your upper body strength and attempting to released yourself

She added more pressure that you couldn’t resist to wince from. “I cannot allow you to escape or kill him.” She answered. You attempted to be released out from her grip as Drogo approached you. You panicked internally. 

Though you would never admit it: Drogo was always intimidating to you, which made you to separate yourself from him, until now at least.

Although his presence was menacing, you weren’t taking any chances. “Release me or I’ll cut your arms off with your kid.” You said threateningly. “Our husband will not allow you hurt me.” Daenerys replied when she shaken you away from her and into Drogo’s broad arms. “Your husband!” You corrected. His grip was sincerely unbreakable but you had to try. Daenerys approached her chair. “Viserys made you into such a fool to believe such delusions.” Daenerys stated coldly when she sat down.

Drogo presented you in the middle of her legs when he had put you to her knees. “I swear I’ll kill you both if it’s the last thing I’ll do!” You protested. Drogo spoke to Daenerys in dothraki that caused them both to laugh. “If you got something nasty to say, just say it!” You said while attempting to be released from his grip. “He says you should stop moving your body.” She replied. 

You rose a brow before realizing what she had meant. You wiggling had been grinding upon Drogo’s groinal area. You then became annoyed yet flustered that you hadn’t realize that before. “Release me! Just let me go.” You yelled as you felt tears formed.

You were saving yourself for someone who was worthy, not some remorseless killer taking it by force. Daenerys parted her legs while lifting her dress. “You’ve always excited my body, You’re ravishing. I have always dreamed of this very moment for many moons.” Daenerys confessed as Drogo lifted your dress. “No, no.” You repeated various times while attempting to turn and face Drogo, probably kill him before Daenerys nails dug into your jaw, forcing you to face her.

“Your fight is over.” She said, rather darkly. 

Tears escaped from your sadden eyes as those words bruised your honor, everything you grew up to be. Was your fight really over? You couldn’t move at all. Drogo has used a portion of your shredding clothing to hold your wrists behind your back. You heard a chuckle with an accent behind you. Next thing you knew, your naked body was bare to them both but you couldn’t react. 

You felt as if your world had just fallen before your eyes from such harshness from one you considered a friend. Drogo removed your garments, the last piece of clothing you had to offer. “You’re truly are beautiful.” Daenerys spoke in common tongue to you which made you avert her lustful gaze.

Drogo was behind you, your back was arched from your current position as your face was near Daenerys. You knew what was going to happen and what was roaming from their heads, it was going to be tragic because your body betrayed you, becoming hotter and wetter by the mere thought of being overwhelmed by the new dothrakian couple. 

You felt something hard grind near you. You winced, already knowing what It was. “My dear, are you ready to accept your place?” Daenerys asked, her expression was full of power and control. Your sulking face boosted her ego. You nodded, quivering from such touch when her hands travelled from your jaw to your scalp, engulfing a fist greatly and lowering you down to exploring her body.

Her cunt was dripping, glistening in the torch light as if this moment was the most exciting thing ever. You gagged and soon your lips found themself on her clit, biting and toying with the mound unskillfully. She mewled from such intrusion and bucked her hips closer to your tongue. You were very disturbed for this. You nearly forgotten about Drogo, until a harsh slap was met on your rear flesh, you flinched, accidentally lunging your tongue deeper through Daenerys clit. “You’re amazing.” She praised. 

Another slap was met on your rear again, much more harsher that caused you to wince in actual pain. His large hands spread your little cunt, that was also aroused from this scene. You could only imagine his size.

You clutched your teary eyes shut as Daenerys couldn’t stop worshipping you, lapping her mound that caused her thighs to jiggle. Drogo’s messy cock was already removed from his horse-haired pants, teasing your folds that caused you to groan. You had to hide the urges of pleasure, you refused to give away that you were enjoying this. He had slammed it in, with one powerful thrust. 

The pain wasn’t even imaginable anymore, your mouth escaped Daenerys’ throbbing clit, leaving a train of salvia mixed with her slick from your mouth. “P-please, it’s too bi-ngghh!” You protested then interrupted. Your voice drifted when your mind went blank, you couldn’t even process anything, his cock was intruding your fluttering, virgin walls. Daenerys smirked down at you then placing you back towards her cunt for her own pleasure. “Does she feel good, my sun and stars?” Daenerys asked her husband who nodded instantly, your body was enticing and perfect.

You were actually choking on Daenerys’ cunt, small groans escaped from your occupied lips that was distorted every time Drogo’s hips met your sore ones. His cock was too much, nothing you had ever known before, you could coils in your stomach as your orgasm approach in an instant. Drogo’s felt his approach also as he roughly continued to quickening his pace that caused your body to rock harshly with every thrust.

Daenerys was leaning back, she released many times on your tongue but the tension never ceased to decrease. More mewls escaped her with whimpers when she felt another coil enter her stomach. “Please don’t stop.” She begged almost with a hip roll. Her pale toes curled from the waves of bliss elating from her lower region. You felt a stinging behind you as Drogo continually smacked your ass harshly.

You could feel yourself going numb, you attempted to continue to pleasure the female who was presented to you. You lapped her walls as you felt Drogo’s girth go into Your cervix. You whimpered a muffled sob that allowed waves of vibration throughout Daenerys's body that allowed her to approach her orgasm rapidly.

Drogo moved himself to get a better angle, allowing his pace to go deeply within your womb. You felt yourself go slightly uncomfortable as you felt your orgasm approach. “I’m so close.” Daenerys muttered as Drogo continued to grunt through his gritted teeth. You felt tears brim your eyes as you felt Drogo’s shaft twitch within your clenched walls. You closed your eyes shut as your juices flood your puffy folds. You muffled moan along with Daenerys who arched her back, releasing her juices onto your tongue once more.

Drogo pushed your hips deeper onto his before spurting his semen within you. Daenerys finally allowed you to breath, lifting you up from your scalp, Your eyes were closed in exhaustion as your chin dribbled with salvia, tears and a mix of her orgasm splattered all of your face. 

A thin layer of sweat coated your body. Drogo pulled out of you, feeling his hot seed leak out of you, you collapsed on the horse furred-carpet with a grunt. You were too tired, weak and couldn’t even lift a muscle. Daenerys removed her grip from your scalp to your throat, forcing you again to meet her gaze. 

Those damn violet eyes, used to be so innocent.

She was the one to tut, with a smirk forming from he pretty small pink, plump lips. “We are far from finished, my dear.” She stated as she gave your cheek a light kiss. “We can’t risk the baby’s life,” Daenerys said, the way she said ‘baby’ made you grit your teeth in disgust. “Which is why Drogo will be taking pleasure with your body tonight,” She continued with a small smirk forming again at petrified expression.

A growl rumbled deeply from your bruised throat. “and as far as I know: he does last long.” She finished with a slight smirk. You felt tears form from the even thought. Drogo’s lips met your neck as he planted passionate love bites on your collarbone. “You really do look ravishing. This exact position suites your character,” Daenerys said as a dark glint flickered her eyes. 

You gritted your teeth before letting out a small yet weak gasp as Drogo bit down your skin harshly. “If you think you can get away with this, you’re dead wrong.” You threaten spitefully even though you couldn’t think as straight. Daenerys’ expression dropped slightly. “Oh?” She responded while Drogo’s hands played with your clit mound that you quivered from the overstimulation.

You couldn’t falter now. “I’ll make sure Viserys mpffh- kills you!” You threaten. Drogo’s hands were working miracles on you, causing you to not even stand by your point. “I see.” She smirked, leaning closer and soon her lips met you. She tasted herself from your tongue. Drogo leaned off of your neck so you and Daenerys could continue. Watching the two women dominate each other was excruciating, finding himself becoming more erected from the scene.

He smiled a bit before pushing himself within you, your cum-filled vagina. No preparation, just intrusion. You released your lips from Daenerys then you let out a painful moan, you could tell she didn’t care how hurt you were. She cupped your chin sharply with her nails, you felt more tears form when she pulled your lips back onto hers.

She enjoyed the feeling of her tongue being in your warm cavern. She furrowed her brows as her eyes were shut, Drogo felt you clenched your fluttering walls around his cock as your toes curled. The Khal thrusted himself, intruding inside you until he reached your cervix. You felt yourself go numb. 

You felt your mouth go dry as Daenerys continuously beaten you badly in dominance before she parted her mouth. “You’re so strong, Y/N. I admired you truly.” Daenerys admitted, savoring your taste. Drogo’s strength allowed your body to jolt within every thrust, the sound of your hips meeting was all that was heard.

Daenerys smirked at the way your body was reacting. “This is tempting.” She said. You had sent her a glare, a warning almost, until a harsh smack was met on your rear flesh. “No.” Drogo’s accented voice finally spoke. You obeyed instantly, refusing to meet Daenerys’ eyes.

She hummed in amusement by your obdience. “I cannot wait for you to give child,” Daenerys said with almost an sadistic smile. You gritted your teeth, covering yourself from the pleasure that Drogo was doing, his thrust was surely breaking something inside you. Drogo wanted to get some noise out of you, A hand clasped around your throat as his thrusts were even more rougher. Daenerys wiped some of the tears from your eyes as you moaned. “We will be such a lovely family.” She said as she kissed your sweat-coated forehead. 

Drogo then felt his orgasm approach, forcefully pushing his cock deeper within your walls and filled your womb more of his semen. You then collapsed again, praying that they were finally finished with your body. You grunted slightly as Daenerys played with your breasts. You laid there, vulnerable and defenseless.

You flinched when heard Dothraki fill your ears. “Drogo says that your body is better than mine which I agree with.” Daenerys said at your sore body. Daenerys squatted down at You. “My eclipse.” She muttered before allow you to rest which you had no problem doing.

After the pain-filled night: you’ve learned your lesson. You were quiet during the morning. You were riding next to Daenerys who was behind Drogo as he led the clan. You felt yourself finally submitted to their wrath. Daenerys side glanced you trom time to time but you couldn’t even look at her. Viserys was just murdered brutally by Drogo and Daenerys, his own blood, didn’t do anything.

You were staring down at your horse. You had no idea that Daenerys, someone as sweet and loveable like Daenerys could be so cruel. Tears brim your eyes as sadness took over your features. Viserys was the only hope you had of escaping but with him dead, you were truly stuck here, being used by the Khal and Khalessi for anything they see fit. 

For pleasure. 

For loveless pleasure. 

You could tell, you could feel in their eyes, their aura and their body language. They enjoyed watching you scream, they enjoyed you begging for mercy, and they enjoyed the sight of Your filled stomach. It was merely the beginning of this sick love that replaced passion.

He was the sun,

She was the moon,

and together, when they cross paths they make you, the eclipse.

A mixture of their souls whenever they intercepted:

the pattern of their lives.....

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