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

its 5am sigh..

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

lmk if this is my calling to write for wrestling

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

poc female reader

grab a snack girlies cuz this is kinda long

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

*takes place in 2020-2021*

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just told off Roman Reigns.

You just told off ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.

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

Until you weren't.

"You just always slam doors around here?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creepy. You thought.

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

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

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

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

"Pat, get off the table!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. That actually fucking hurt. You thought

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

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

"Shoulders down! 1, 2, 3!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, she was making you choose.

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

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

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

You wondered if they ever hooked up.

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

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

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

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

Good chills.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This would be a long night.

credz to @/tonystarkproperty

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ | ᴀ. ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ

ik this isn't annie but 😍

disclaimer: gn s/o cuz why not

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dreams are dreams though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she will make sure you agree.

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Anger cannot describe what is roaming within the Great Khal’s mind. Blinded with rage was more sufficient. Drogo had given you everything, he even took the time to explained his feelings with words and translations without force. But clearly it wasn’t working.  

You must be taking his gratitude to a farther extent, a disrespectful extent.

He refuses his inner dothrakian ways, to find a better answer to help on his journey of winning your love, but you were taking him for granted.

Your place was with him.

When he was delivered the news from a handmaidens.

Laughing and having a good time with a weak ale in hand, Irri and other maidens ran over to him. “Khal Drogo!” The handmaidens repeated in the common tongue language that Drogo understood.

The laughing deceased into either lustful smirks or annoyed-filled glances as the maidens came over.

Drogo was visibly upset. “Do not bring me news of your pathetic whore lives.” said Drogo as he gritted his teeth while his brown/near black eyes were narrowed that showed annoyance of being bothered by commoners such as women.  

The women sound almost out of breath. “My Khal, the khalessi.” Irri said as she pointed towards the large tent that was holding your body hostage.

The horse lord tilted his head in confusion. His eyebrows raised as he got the message.

He stood up and ran over towards the tent. Flapping its entrance, his grip tightened into an irritated fist as his teeth gritted. You were nowhere to be seen on the carpet of wolf fur.

Irri and two other maidens followed. “Where is the khalessi!?” The large Khal yelled in frustration.

The maiden's faces shrieked back in fear. “The guards that were assigned to the Khalessi had been unconscious, my Khal,” One of the maidens answered.

Irri stepped forward. “We assume that the Khalessi headed north, the only way the Khalaser hadn't travelled yet.” She added.  

At first, he was boiling with rage.

The servants that were outside your tent failed to guard you?

Then hearing that you knocked ’em unconscious had given him thoughts of you fighting, not him, anybody else turned him on.

Smiling that you were smart enough to go north pleases him, however knew he needed you to return.

Wasting no time, the large Khal had stomped out of the tent before whistling for his horse. He heard quick hooves click upon the dirt.

Telling the men of the khalaser to saddle up.

If north where you went, north was where he was going. 

He swung his leg over his horse's saddle before forcefully pulling on its reigns. Chanting in Dothraki and soon he and his men of the khalaser had went north, leaving the women with their dues.

Irri walked behind the tent that the great Khal and Khalessi shared to find you with a leaf made bag. “Is the Khal gone?” you asked with a slight frown forming. Irri nodded with a smile.

You blinked as your lips curved into a smile. “Thank you, Irri. I am in your debt.” You spoke in a calming, reassuring way.

Irri nodded before putting a hand on her hips.  “The men including the Khal went north, you should go south. Pass the dothrakian sea.” Irri suggested as she pointed south.

You smiled as her suggestion. “South is where I am heading then. Irri, my loyalist helper. I will return it to you,” you said as you clutched her hands within yours. 

You heard a throat be cleared.  

You turned towards the voice to see Ser Jorah. “Jorah.” You bowed your head to respect his presence.

Jorah put a hand up to prevent any more formalities. You were far from it“The Khal is searching, for you.” Jorah said as he approached. “The khalessi leaving, this is opportunity.” Irri said, almost threatening the male when she defended you.

He nodded at the maiden before turning to you. “I assure you. I am aware of Khalessi’s intentions.” Jorah said with a stoic expression. “Will you and your horse guide me towards the narrow sea?” You asked with almost a pleading tone.

Jorah eyes scanned your body. You had bruises along with your face covered with a handprint. “I will.” Jorah answered before walking away. You turned your gaze towards Irri who smiled.

You both let out a relieved gasp as you embraced each other. “I will never forget you, Khalessi...” Irri said as tears brim from her brown eyes. You smiled at her statement.  

You both released each other as you wiped her tears. “I will always be here.” You said as you pointed towards her heart in the valley of her cleavage. Pointing to her heart She smiled before hugging you one last time. “Go. You must.” She spoke, pushing you away.

You were about to put up a protest before you heard Ser Jorah on his horse approach. You looked back at Irri, who had given a reassuring smile. “I know. You will set me free.” She worshipped.

You smiled before nodding as you ran towards Ser Jorah's horse. “My Khalessi.” Ser Jorah greeted as he pulled your palm as your leg swung over the horse.

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Soon, it will just be Y/N.” You answered the elder man as he flapped the horse reigns. Your hair blew in the wind as the horse had increased its speed. You looked back at the camp.

Seeing Irri's waving hand along with the other two maidens.  “The Khal returns!” One of the women yelled while running towards the you all.

You felt adrenaline fill your veins. “It appears the Khal returns with anger.” Jorah spoke as his body was turned towards the front of him, his horse passed through plains and grass.

You looked down at the ground with sadden eyes. “Are you certain that this is the decision you wish, Y/N?” Jorah continued. You furrowed your brows.

You came too far, but was this worth it?

Risking the lives of the handmaidens for honor?

You looked down at the tall grass as you passed by.

No.

They wanted to.

They had a choice and they made it to help you escape. “I am sure.” You reassured. You found yourself near the bank of the narrow sea. Both you and Jorah were dazed by the view.

You stared at the other side. Although, you would break your vow and become a rogue outsider. Winterfell was where you were going.

You looked down at the raft that was provided. You smiled at the sight.

You dismounted the horse by swinging your leg over its back. You landed with a grunt as your outfit had been slightly disheveled.

You wore a silver-like outfit that had been long to reach your feet as the sleeves were ripped. It was what separated you from the others in the tribe.

You were about to board the raft 'til you had heard horses' hooves and whinnying nearby. “Jorah?” You asked as you turned your head towards him.

Your feet had been ankles deep in the water. “Forgive me, Khalessi.” Jorah said he rode towards the sound of the horse's approach. You were confused.

Why did he apologize?

Your eyes widen as you heard Dothraki chants.  

You gritted your teeth as you made an exit towards the raft as you heard heavy footsteps.

Feeling fear within you had allowed you to begin crying. You attempted to get on the raft until you were in a rough embrace.

Feeling familiar arms around your neck and waist. You found yourself grinding as you attempted to be released.

You gritted your teeth as you turned your head slightly to see familiar blue paintings. You sighed in defeat as you already knew who it was. “Did you think you could escape?” asked Drogo as he tightened his grip around your body.

You grunted in discomfort from his iron grip. “You cannot escape.” He continued before laying a kiss on your cheek as you moved your face to the side.

He gritted his teeth before gripping your face. “I won’t let you leave me.” Drogo says before motioning towards the horse. “Get on.” He commanded in a husky voice in your ear that was too wayyyy deep and soothing enough to send waves of pleasure yet fear throughout your body.  

You hesitated due to fear consuming your clouded judgment. “Drogo, if you find the mercy to allow me to explain.” You said as he grabbed your wrist with boiling rage as he guided you to his horse. “You are far from explaining.” He huffed as he lifted you forcefully and roughly.

Drogo had kept his arms around your waist the entire time. You kept letting pleas and begs to attempt to ease his anger, but he had already gone over the limit.

You were silent for remaining. Your mouth quivered as tears brimmed in fear. You were too scared to speak to the raging Khal.

You gritted your teeth as Ser Jorah and his horse came to the side of Khal Drogo’s. Your gloomy eyes met the Ser Jorah's as he sighed at your gaze

Your grip loosens on Drogo’s waist as fear consumed you. But he let out a huff, swallowing your pride: you tighten your grip with closed eyes as your face was burrowed within his bare back muscles.

You kept saying pleas and begs for not having a punishment. 

But he was silent. Quieter than the narrow sea. You felt the horse stop.

Your eyes widened as you positioned yourself off his back and memorized the surroundings of the camp you attempted to escape.

Drogo went off the horse first before yanking you off with him. You grunted as your bare feet hit the ground. You searched your surroundings to see Irri staring at you with teary eyes. 

You yanked your gaze to the ground as your hand was clutched by Drogo who was leading towards your tent. You were too shameful.  

You failed to escape and almost risked the life of your loyalist steeds.

Drogo had pushed you inside the tent rather roughly. “I shall teach you, again, where your place is, moon of my life.” He said as you landed on the furry carpet and looked back at him with fear in your eyes.

All you saw was a devilish smile.

You couldn't help but cry. For your tears were the only thing that comforted you that night; and the very thought of that moment made you gag. You had a feeling, hope that you could finally be free; but drogo wasn't easily manipulated.

You never saw a glance of freedom; you were stuck with him. You were drawn to him. You fought your way towards the end where another wall awaits.

There was no escaping the Great Khal Drogo



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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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gn reader cuz i said so

was gonna change it to just "d. targaryen" but stormborn sound so much fucking cooler

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

To bed with Daenerys: she absolutely shows respect for you and your well-being. When it comes to aftercare: she’s big on it. She wouldn’t leave your side. She would call in the maidens that she dismissed after you both had your fun. Daenerys is the type of lover to be very clingy and very affectionate in the bedroom. Everything you wanted you would receive. You and Daenerys would just sit together, her hands caressing your scalp as your legs would be tangled with each other’s as she praised you for being so good for her while the maidens brought whatever you requested.  

  B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

Daenerys admired her skillful fingers. If you’re a female: she would admire how blissfully her hands can do to satisfying your sensitive folds, enjoying the feeling as your tight walls squeezing her fingertips within. Maybe pinching your sensitive nipples or holding your writhing body down and I can tell she’s into choking a bit. 

If you’re a male: she would still admire her fingers. She enjoys the look of Her touch upon your face. Tracing your jawline, rubbing your biceps seductively. Still pinching your nipples and choking you. She would keep control even if you’re a male and holds you down and uses your body for her own pleasure.  

Her favorite body part about You is face cause it’s the only part of your body that she can read. Your eyes, your mouth, eyebrows etc. She’s into eye contact, it’s breathtaking how she’d always lose herself under your irresistible gaze.  

  C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) 

She doesn’t necessarily have many orgasms. She had plenty of orgasms  with Drogo but, that was it. When it came to cumming with you: she would rather cum on you then with you. On your face, fingers, genitals, she loves when her juices slide down your body. It truly enjoyable the way your body writhed. 

  D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Daenerys would probably not even suggest or tell you, but she would always want to do things in front of others. She could teach the unintelligent swines about pleasure. She would have back and back dreams about it. Public sex, humiliation and punishment. Her mouth soon watered with the thought of herself spanking you in front of hordes of people. The mere thought of claiming you in front of an audience turns her on.  Male or female: Daenerys was the one in charge of you. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Daenerys was with a Dothrakian. The Khal for seven hells! Then there was Irri who taught her about feminine sex. She was skilled. It brought out her sadistic side. It was animalistic. She lived with the Dothrakian's for far too long: to the point where she was reborn. Male or Female: She’s been with both genders and she knows how to please a woman or man. 

  F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) 

Daenerys doesn’t necessarily prefer a position, but she is comfortable with some. If you were a Male: she would prefer you taking her behind. She would enjoy the barrel roll or reversed cowgirl. Those are just what she’s used to, she doesn’t mind because whatever you were comfortable with was what she was going with.  

If you’re a female; She would prefer to face off and 69. She enjoys you on her lap: heavy or not. Break Her lap. She enjoys you toppling her. She would enjoy your face right in front of her as your unclothed clits rubbed against each other for sensational pleasure. She also enjoys 69 all because she likes your bare body and clit on her face. She enjoys tasting your folds. 

  G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) 

It was slightly rare for Daenerys to crack a joke, she’s on the serious side cause, man, she’s on a mission during sex. She would attempt too but you would laugh at her redemption of humor. She would love to see your smile. She misses it: the smile that belongs to her. She wishes to learn to share the same humor as You. Although she isn’t as funny, nothing is stopping her from creating small talk to see you smile. Daenerys would enjoy for you two to talk with one and another after or during sex.  

  H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Well groomed. Viserys didn't want her to be seen with one follicle on her body. She grew into the habit of shaving off body hair. She doesn’t care if You were well groomed or not: She just loves you for you. In the end: it’s Your body. She is well groomed. She enjoys the feeling of her smooth pale skin within comfort. She wouldn’t want a shed of body hair on herself due to Her being raised with her brother. She doesn't have a preference of how you should look, so, don’t ask her.  

  I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Daenerys can be intimidating and sympathetic at the same time. She does show mercy in the bedroom. She is a proud switch. Daenerys would enjoy being on the top of You. Caressing You, pleasuring your body, making it ache and crave her touch. She isn’t afraid to make you cry. Of overstimulation of course. She would never do or say anything to make you weep in sadness because it would kill her mood. She’s a hopeless romantic, seriously.  

  J = Jack Off (Masturbation head cannon) 

Daenerys forces herself not to, but the resistance is too strong. Her Dragon(s) could feel her emotions of missing or craving You. She hates the fact that you are not around to fulfil your duties as her spouse. Daenerys is one of the few who masturbates when needed too. She always had you gawking at her side and staring with Praise. If you were out to battle or other meaningful acts: She would get herself off, thinking of a suitable punishment for your absence. 

  K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

She possesses something that is odd. A wax kink. She likes the way the candle wax drips and onto your body as you shriek. Daenerys takes pleasure in it. She finds a spark every time your body burn with wax, she enjoys how Your body reacts to the burning sensation of the Candle Wax.  

  L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) 

Honestly, anywhere. She is the Queen of Dragons. Wherever she is, she is in charge and the moment she makes eyes with you, that’s a wrap and it’s time to tap. When she starts putting you on top of her, making her lips meet yours. Everyone knows best to exit the room. It could be anywhere. She doesn’t care. Preferably, she likes doing the do in bed. It’s the best place cause it’s the real deal. It all depends on her mood. If she’s feeling bold and sexually desirably which is all the time, she’ll do it anywhere but when she’s sensually and compassionate, she likes doing the do in the bedroom. 

  M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 

You. You’re the light. Her sun and stars. She does everything for you, dedicates her life for you. Upon seeing Your groggily eyes with pleasure and lust clouded: it encourages her to keep going. Maybe your sounds or words of “Go faster.” or begging to let you cum keep hers motivated to fuck you. She takes one day at a time with your assistance. Your Smile, your body, your loyalty, your face, and most of all: your love. She assumes that the gods had blessed your very presence with her after all the crimes she committed.  

  N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Daenerys WOULD NOT share. She doesn’t like sharing. She finds it disgusting. She dislikes the thought of three-way unless it was Drogo, of course or maybe Jon. She doesn’t like sharing your body with others who aren’t worthy of your very presence in such a vulnerable yet captivating state. The thought of sharing you in the bedroom turns her off. Literally nasty in her eyes. She should be the one and only person to please you, not some horny swine. They possibly don’t even know how to please someone like you. The thought is politely disgusting, and she would peacefully decline the offer. She doesn’t enjoy sharing what is hers, same with her Dragons who are also very possessive of you. They share the same feelings as their mother, which includes her possessiveness of you. They would roar and possibly kill if needed at the wise guy who even suggested the Idea.  

  O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

Daenerys evenly does both. She would love when she had you tied helplessly and eating her coated liquids oozing from her clit. She would enjoy the feeling of Your tongue desperately begging for her orgasm. Most times: you would be sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the wall of boredom. She would walk in and crouch in the middle of your legs, removing whatever blocked her from you. You would let out peaceful protests of embarrassment as she begins orally fuck you dead. You always tasted heavenly to her.  

  P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

Honestly both. She wishes to savor the feeling of pleasure within your bodies. If You were male; she would enjoy riding you with a slow and sensual pace when she was happy. In a way; If you do happen to get her to the bedroom pissed off like jealously: she would ride you dry, getting the orgasm she deserves from being able to live through another day. It feels endless. She grips your shoulders harshly, digging her nails to your warm skin to hold herself stiff, but she does this bouncing upon your cock with heavy and deep thrusts. Sometimes you’d be left pussymatized and can never feel your legs. 

If you were female: Whenever she was slow and sensual, she fingers just to feel you. Doesn’t do it to give you and orgasm. Maybe just release pent up exhuastion from the day you explain to her. However, whenever she is fast and rough, you cum many times on her fingers. She enjoys seeing erotic expressions as you squirt onto her fingers.  

  Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 

Daenerys has a lot of weight on her shoulders. She doesn’t enjoy having Quickies, but She does take satisfaction in it. Quickies happen often considering she isn’t the one to tease and you couldn’t get away with it. Quickies end up leaving you both unsatisfied all because you both can’t go as far due to you both having consideration for the workers and other people that work beside Dany.  

  R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

Daenerys would risk it all. There would be times you both would get caught here and there but she is the type who never has as much time for her spouse. Ser Jorah decided that it would be best that you couldn’t be ap art of Daenerys’ court due to you both often joking around, or Daenerys would become distracted from her possibly life-long commitment. Therefore, you both had to sneak around to get some time together, she is very distracted with the throne and Cersei along with her role as Khalessi and ruling Winterfell. She attempts to move it all aside for you, but it could be challenging. Daenerys does a handful of Quickies with you and even though she does prefer the real deal like proper sex, she thinks Quickies are a bit of a backup whenever it comes to herself being stressed with everyone on top of her. Plus, she enjoys any time she can possess you. 

  S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

She could go for five. She does go down to three or two for you because she understands. She is quite understanding when it comes to your stamina. Daenerys would never want to show or tell you whenever she is tired, but she would do her best to not go to that point. Unfortunately, she does last longer than you and that’s all She wants. She wishes to last longer than you, so she won’t be misunderstood weak in your eyes. She wishes to reassure you that she is worthy of your protection and your sexual needs and by proving that she would never show you vulnerability. 

  T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 

Daenerys would ask the maidens to make it custom made. It would feel weird but if it pleases you: she’s fine. If you were a male: she wouldn’t force it due her being slightly uncomfortable with the thought of toys on your ravishing body. She doesn’t exactly know how to use toys on a male. She would possibly stick a vulgar stick into your cock’s slit and be into orgasm denial but That would be it.  

If you were female: prepared to be fucked. She had no sense of mercy when it came to the same gender. She couldn’t feel the tightness and stiffness of Your walls, but she was satisfied upon staring at your erotic expressions. She doesn’t have a fond for custom-made sexual toys, but she would consider it when it comes to the gender of her spouse. 

  U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

Daenerys is very unfair! Either making herself cum on you but never letting you cum or just bullying you as she sees fit. She teases to the point where you attempt to fight back: she would quickly hurdle away, not out of fear but out of lust when her teasing has brought upon the others that were present to notice Your voice being dismantled into shrieks and small yelps with Daenerys's teasing. She would be oblivious to the fact she was making you flustered. 

  V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 

Small moans of bliss will escape her small, plumped lips, yes, but she would never be louder than the way she’ll make you scream her name. You were always overstimulated when it came to sex which makes it harder for her to let loose some volume herself. She isn’t loud but she isn’t quiet either. Put Daenerys in the middle. She likes being the “silent” one between you both because she wants you to walk out and be embarrassed for the strange looks you receive. It's ironic how Daenerys would purposely know where to pleasure your body to allow you to lose your vocal cords.  

  W = Wild Card (Get a random head cannon for the character of your choice)   

I have a good feeling about this head cannon: Daenerys whispers sweet nothings with Dothraki and Valyrian into your ear or just too you in general, whether you know what’s she’s saying or not. She would always enjoy the thought of Dothraki language coming out of your lips as You attempted to repeat the words. She doesn't mind when you say it incorrectly. It’s sexy to her. When it's from you: it makes the language ten times attractive.  

  X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

She’s always throbbing. Daenerys finds it hard to concentrate as she sees you smile. When She does see the smile that belongs too; She gets excited, very excited. Maybe it’s just the effect you have on her. She always shifts her legs while regaining concentration. It’s hard for her to concentrate though: seeing you all happy makes her happy, and her lower region happy.  

  Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 

High. She’ll never admit but after Drogo’s death: she always felt touch starved, and thens there Jon but it’s not enough for her satisfication. So, when you begin, she asks for oral from you. You should be grateful she still asks. It is not a light weight to carry on her shoulders of being the breaker of chains and mother of dragons. You must understand, yeah? As her spouse: your job is to release that stress. So, she does have a very high sex drive, no doubt 

  Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Daenerys finds it more comforting to wait for you to fall asleep. Preferably, she likes resting her ear on your chest so she can hear your soothing heartbeat. She has a vow that she cannot sleep peacefully knowing you were awake, especially after a steamy night. She thinks she should stay alert a bit, many cruel people are after her head, she warned you and yet you remain by her side. No doubt they would use you against her weakness. You were her weakness. She commands the maidens who were still awake to knock softly before entry due to you sleeping. When knowing that you were finally asleep, your heartbeat echoed throughout her body as she soon followed you into dep slumber. Dreaming her future life with her lover: you. 

credz to @ /tonystarksproperty

yandere wonder woman hcs ? also can i be 🌙 anon? :DD

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shes lowkey bad doe

gn reader cuz im a libra

warnings: yandere themes, diana being the best, possessiveness, obsessiveness, suggestive themes, implied stockholm syndrome

Diana had misunderstood the concept of what even love was when Steve was gone. She was so afraid of love and just stuck with herself and her honor. Humans are such a fragile but disgusting species and she was too different.

Truthfully, deep down: she was just afraid of losing the ones she cared so much for, the small thought scares her and she refuses to make her enemies, her lovers enemies.

She is so used to everything being taken away from her, she doesn't have values or morals. That is...when she met you. Lost, lonely, (name) who was only existing.

She believed that love from first sight was a thing and she chose to believe that concept when she ran into you, well practically speaking: you ran into her. You were running from a dog that happened to be chasing you and you ran right into her.

She helped you and then that's how how her obsession starts.

Using Bruce's technology, she accessed your file with ease: learning about you, studying you, your education, friends, family, even where you grew up. She studied your background and literally encrypted it to her mind.

There was this coil in her stomach that was unsatisfied with the information about you, and it made her crave more.

Her fellow members catch on in an instant. "Looks like Artemis shot an arrow!" Barry joked while Victor shook his head as he let out a small chuckle as Arthur was looking over at Barry with an annoyed expression. "Get it? Cause Diana has blood from the gods and Artemis is a god and shoots-nevermind." The youngster stated while slumping shoulders from rejection of the lack of laughter.

Diana didn't mind their childness, she didn't care cause they wouldn't understand.

As a yandere: she doesn't really change her personality much, she is still the same mature artist that her human characteristics take, yet at the same time she is a bit possessive over you.

You don't mind it as much, it was nice to be cared for but there was a peak when she said you couldn't necessarily match with your friends when going out. "Take it off or don't go at all." She commands while giving a displeasing look as her arms are folded across her chest in a stiff position.

You were well aware that Diana was a bit over-protective but when the unhealthiness came into the relationship, you were a bit cautious about what you say or do around her.

Is the very definition of a helicopter parent. She doesn't even attempt to hide it, She is shameless about tendencies and command but you were no child.

You ask if she could start considering your feelings, maybe even consider letting you go out once but she doesn't budge: claims that the outside world is far too dangerous and that your better off safe with her, but you excuse it by saying that you wanted to go out once in a life time but she refuses.

No matter how good the argument, it's for your safety.

Diana is afraid of losing another loved one. Which is why her yandere tendencies are even there in the first place. She has a grief for Steve but at the same time: you're her comfort, hugging you at random times, reminding you that she is doing it all for you when she puts a parent lock on your phone. (with the help of bruce cause she doesnt know how to use a phone)

She loves you, and you love her, well you're going to, considering you won't be leaving her side for a long, long, long, long, very, long, time.

Give her your love, your mind, your body, your soul.

“Jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare, mon amour.” 

“Til death do us part, my love.”

credz to @/tonystarksproperty