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ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍʙᴏʀɴ

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

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴊ. ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ

female reader....yeah

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

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

ʙ. ᴡᴀɴʏᴇ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᴄ. ᴋᴇɴᴛ

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

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

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

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

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

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

 (AND HONESLTY WHO WOULDN’T?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The hell was he doing? 

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

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

He was enjoying this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᴅ. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literally.

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

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

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

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

He would be far from control. He needed you:

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

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

(HE’S PETTY)

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

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

Who the hell was there?!

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

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

You had to be.  

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

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

Like he had you to take off his stress on.

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

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

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

He needs you! Now!  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodness gracious!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was truly in love.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both were happy and sexually relived. Together

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disclaimer: female reader cause why not

warnings: kidnapping and one-sided love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He met you when he met Tamara of course.

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

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

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

Your soft, unbearable, peaceful presence.

It’s excruciating.

You’re excruciating.

He wants more.

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

Give him more.

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

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

He wants to savor it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to your new home, dove.”

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

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ME AND UR GF PLAYIN DRESS UP AT MY HOUSE.

I GAVE UR GF CUNNINLIGUS ON MY COUGH

gn reader cuz yeah

She probably doesn't buy it in the beginning.

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

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

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

She then realizes: you are shy!

Find's it adorable and a huge ego booster

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

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

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

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

Which is something she wants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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this is still a gn reader but you're called khalessi cause why not

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language

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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disclaimer: clinomania is an excessive desire to remain in bed

ʙ.ᴡᴀɴʏᴇ

Upon finding out that you were a bed addict: Bruce is at ease. It’s a 50/50 type of adjustment. It is beneficial in some circumstances. He doesn't have to run around, chasing you around Gotham or worry about escaping.

He practically spoils you with the highest quality things for sleeping. 

A lovely custom made king sized silk sheeted with both of your favorite colors along with matching pajamas and if you act right: squishmellows.

He doesn't care that you sleep every day, he is usually in his bat-cave or risking his life somewhere, however, whenever he have may time on his side: spend time with him.

A good thing about this is that it actually convinces him into getting full 7 hours of sleep, if he’s lucky maybe even 4. 

He's touch-starved after 30+ years in working apart of Gotham as Batman so don’t just remove him and hump a pillow.

He wants you to love him, rely on him, cherish him and vice versa.

So even if sleeping in all the time won’t be an issue in the beginning of this quarrel it will be eventually. 

Now, it takes Bruce a while to be tested over his limits, as Gotham’s best; he is a very patient and studious man, it takes a while for him to get very riled up. 

So, when it is becoming an issue for Bruce, it is an issue that must be dealt with accordingly and better yet abundantly.

He just wants you to rely on him. But he can't just have you sleeping all the time. He refuses to force anything. He maybe a stalker but at least he has class and you can’t penalized him for it.

He tries his very best to keep everything consensual to the max.

As much as he would die and kill for you. He’ll respect it. Until he can no longer take it. But all he asks is for your love, not snores.

He finds it harder and that you both are drifting apart. 

When he does finally confronts you about it, you instantly spat back with the same aggression.

He then loses it all when you blame him for the clinomania. “Maybe you should start getting off your ass and do something about it instead of bitching about it in your sleep, like a fucking coward you always are.” his tone matches his rude demeanor, and that night: he slept in the bat cave.

You both end up “disagreeing.” that night. 

However, it doesn’t take long when you both are back on the same terms, you now spend more time with him (even if you hate him)

You know he means well at his heart but his words doesn’t match that energy and E+ for effort, right?

Although, the mighty Bruce Wayne is patient, caring and selfless: do not be fooled when it tests his level of patience. He plans everything through to prevent catastrophe. 

Out of all of the league; Bruce is the most coordinated

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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Clark is bruised. It is such an overwhelming emotion when your soulmate just gives up on you like that. Will you leave him like Lois? Will he not be able to protect you? 

Perhaps, it is his insecurities or possible PTSD corrupts his level of judgement but he refuses to even allow you out of his sight.

He walked inside your shared bedroom to find you there laying lifelessly. He used his abilities to fly you to the hospital. When you woke up, you would wake up from the light in the hospital lights. 

Rubbing your eyes, you let out mini yawns. “Where are we, Clark?” You yawned while smacking your dry lips together as you search the white hospital room with grogginess.

Clark would stand there, motionless and pale with his mouth agape from the confusion as the doctors behind him had exited the room with slight annoyance.

It wasn’t long until he pulled you to his chest and cried his eyes out, claiming how he assumed he lost you just like everything else around him he cherished. However, you had no sympathy from the man who stole you from your home.

Days turned into weeks when you were on the couch, refusing to sleep in the same room as him: he would just watch. His strength and rush of adrenaline prevent him from needing sleep, he would just watch. 

You in his ray of vision makes a wave of bliss rupture throughout his body, it was a sensation he did not wish to cease.

He didn’t have the time to worry about the world. Metropolis, not even the league when you are his purpose and his future.

He forces you out of bed, and you cannot fight the last son of Krypton, so you oblige. Gym dates, picnic’s, beach walks, restaurants even though he (and the help of Bruce) rented the place out because no one should know of your existence. 

Your friends and family had been ghosting you, the moment you had “disappeared.” 

So, there was no one else but him.

With all of this time with him, you then realized that sleeping is possible preventing you to actually know Clark. 

That maybe he wasn’t all that bad when you first met him. He catches on that you’re warming up to him.

On the contrary; chill days on the farm house, watching the television together, his arm draped around you while you lay next to him, he stares at your eyes which you notice instantly. “What?” you asked curiously, full of intrigue of his answer. 

He laughs through his nose. “It’s just good to see that now I’ve finally gotten your attention.” he smiles, after planting a quick peck on your cheek before caressing your shoulder and returns his attention to the television. 

It isn’t only the thought that makes Clark realizes what his primary purpose is: it’s all the distractions he is willing to put aside to make sure nothing will ever happened to take distract his lover from him. 

Out of all of the league; Clark is most impulsive..

ᴅ.ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Diana is obstinate. Perhaps she is maybe overthinking the disorder but it isn’t herself to blame. She isn’t so bad? You should be grateful your friends have both arms. 

So, why must you spend your days, in bed laying there when she’s there?

Most times, you’re not even sleeping. Dazing off as if you don’t wanna be there with her. “Don’t you grow bore to this game of yours?” She greets you as you were slightly awake, barely able to stand with the cup of coffee in your palm. 

She would come home from her human job, surprised to see that you are still able to even walk. “You are given night time for a reason.” Diana continues, a hand on her fancy hips are she gives you ‘the look.’

You stare back at her rather insult. “I’m given nighttime but you take it for your own intimacy..” you sneered with annoyance.

That’s how it always is.

She would come home for you to do something for your health and then that’s the last she would see you.

It’s ironic though. That you still are somewhat relying on her abilities to provide like groceries maybe even snacks.

It just doesn’t feel right, and a god surely doesn’t bite their tongues.

For now; it was time to use the voice that she was given from the gods that blessed her. “My dear, this must end. The childish acts and the foolish games of this cycle.” she says from within the doorframe of the shared bedroom in the penthouse. 

Diana is well aware you are awake. 

The door was off its hedges from the first time you were taken here.

She rounds the bed as you sit up, now realizing she is now serious. “We are lovers, are we not?” she states while you just scoff at her sentence in annoyance. “We are supposed to care and love for each other.” She continues, you look up at her with a now dropped expression.

You found this to be unentertaining. “You have truly shown that you no longer care.” Diana says, her gaze dropping as her eyes become glossy while her body shook with discomfort. 

You wince, she was crying. Fake crying. “I-I will spend more time with you,” you say as you swing your legs over the bed to embrace the now trembling woman.

You felt a coil in your stomach as you hugged your captor. The feeling was unsettling but anything to get some peace and quiet. “I will spend more time with you.” You coo reassuringly as you soothe her embrace with yours, her arms wrapped around yours in almost an instant. 

Diana was never so easily convinced.

It was wrong, but when was anyone so ever perfect? It was something that had to be done. 

A re-motivator, an eye opener is what she would call her performance the other day.

You now spend more time with her. You claimed her as your lover! Surely things will now be different, no more walking into the penthouse with a back turned to her, but rather a warm welcome. 

Diana maybe cruel, but she is no fool. It would be best for her to leave the situation alone, wait for the right timing. She is almost like Bruce, but what separates her is her pride. Diana would probably be the type of yandere to “handle” the problem in a more straight-forward way.

Out of all of the league; Diana is most manipulative.

ᴀ.ᴄᴜʀʀʏ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Arthur is crazed. He would joke and attempt to hide his anger: not wanting to scare you, but there is this uprising that is waiting to be unleased.

He is probably the least patient within the league: and not afraid to express his emotions and probably a brat sometimes but maybe some can’t handle the honest truth.

He is honestly the less strict and most laidback but to a certain extent.

When he find you sleeping the first time after he kidnapped you: its cute to him. 

He thinks you’re dream your way out of this walking nightmare of a relationship, well that's what he thought at first. 

However, that “cuteness” easily went away when you were just laying down, not even sleeping, listening to your favorite song. Not even reading a book or catching up on your series. 

You were like....a dull person with no meaning or purpose in life.

Have you always been like this? When he took saved you, did he miss a day in your life?

It doesn’t take long until he confronts you head on. Like Diana, but instead of a thought-out plan; he goes straight in, just like he always does. 

You hear his loud, wet boots echo through the wooden floors of the house and the door is wide open so he walks in. 

His body and hair dripping in water which makes you scrunch and turn your back to him. He takes a seat, not minding the mess he is leaving on the bed.

He roughly nudged you slightly, hoping to get your attention. You groan annoyingly but turn your face slightly to oblige his presence. “You gonna get out of bed or what?” Arthur asks while you gaze off into space.

You then roll your eyes, finding his presence a complete waste of time. “Hey, when are we gonna talk? Like an actual couple?” He raises his voice a bit, this time you sit up and match his aggression.

You kiss your teeth harshly. “So the type of couple that ruins lives? Teach me of how a ‘couple’ is suppose to act, Arthur.” You spat with annoyance. His nostrils flared as he clearly shows more anger within his expression. 

Now, you’ve crossed a line. “Well, why don’t you get the hell off of your ass for once and maybe I can show you that I ain’t really that bad.” He replies with a very much more pissed off look.

You then stare at him like he was insane, which he was. “Well, you haven’t really done anything to show you’re good either!” He then just seem like he was holding himself back from anything. 

You scoffed sheepishly. Who did he think he was, better yet, who did he think you were? “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve, your highness?” You mocked groggily.

Just about you were going to lay down, a calloused hand had been wrapped around your throat, forcing you out of the comfort of the sheets and now chest-to-chest with Arthur..

A very enraged Arthur who hadn’t even realized he was hurting you. “I bust my ass providing for you and all you do is just lay around! You know how much people would kill to be you right now?!” His grip was even more tighter than it was before.

However, You weren’t even taken chances even if you were going to die, even if you could see dots when your vision blurred. At least you didn’t have to be near him. “Go be with them..then.” You managed to croak until he soften his grip, allowing you to gasp for breath.

He chuckles loudly, and pretends to think hardly. “Thought ‘bout it. Don’t wanna.” He says, his grip from your throat was gone as he keeps you in his arms.

Of course you were scared, you could feel death from him. “I chose you.” He murmured slightly, his muscular yet moist arms kept you in an embrace, while you were confused and very much scared; since the moment you got here.

Your glare deepen, not giving him the reaction he expected but that honestly turned him on a bit. Soon, a very long exhausting kiss was met between you both. Tongues wrestling with yours that caused you to painfully grip his arms in weary.

Then he dropped you onto the bed. He got up and made his way to the door. “Try sleeping that off. Call me if you want an orgasm.” he said, leaving as if nothing happened. 

Arthur maybe a douchebag but he isn’t as sinister! He just has a hard way of expressing what he wants in a romantic type way. You just know where to hit him, and it really gets under his skin. He never wanted to use anyone you love against you but, damn, he needed to go extreme.

Out of all of the league; Arthur is the most sadistic.

ʙ.ᴀʟʟᴇɴ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Barry is bothered. Not like he has a problem with it (he does). Everyone needs a little break. Surely you did too.

It’s a big adjustment. Living with a complete stranger that claims they love everything about you! So he get’s it totally. He doesn’t get that you’re just in the bed and just laying there though. 

Like a NPC in one of his video games almost. 

Barry has the tendency to overthink a lot. He claims that you’re just waiting for the right time to leave him! 

Perhaps installing that camera in the warehouse wasn’t the worst idea.

Ever since you both been together, he always seems he is coming “home” alone.

No warm welcome.

No massage.

Nothing.

He wants you to like kiss him or show affection. He doesn't want to be the only putting energy in the relationship. He felt like you were giving up. 

Like Clark he would find some things for you to do. You would go on dates. Not expensive dinners but dates. He would take you to the movies, strolls in the park, small coffee dates. Something to keep you busy

With the money Bruce gave him; he would take you on small trips. He just wanted you to spend time with him, you know. He just wants the love that he craved for what feels like forever.

Walking back into the warehouse: after a very unencouraging conversation with his father in jail, he comes back with you no where to be found. 

He sighs, not even angry or sad: just so disappointed.

He threw the groceries to the ground before stomping towards the bedroom. He isn't angry; he is just disappointed and maybe sad. “H-Hey? Maybe we can have a quick chat? If you’re not cool, I get it.” He stammers a bit, damnit why can he ever NOT be awkward.

You turn immediately yet groggily. “I think we both drifting away with each other.” Barry says, getting an intrigued look from you with a head tilt. He notices quickly and panics. “I know that I am not the best right now with the debt and everything, and I’m sorry for that.” He stammers, taking breathy gasps of breath as you notice he is becoming anxious.

He breaks eye contact to rub his glossy eyes, licking his now dry lips and continues. “I really do care and love you but I just want to-” He continues, soon interrupted with an embrace from you. 

His arms drop to his sides, unfortunately, the tears will not stop. 

You felt yourself go numb from the tears falling from his eyes. “I’ll do better.” You say, holding him more gently and it was like words in heaven.

He felt himself stop crying within your embrace before wrapping you into his arms as you cuddled for the rest of the day.  

Although Barry is the most immature, there are times when even he, the dummy of the league can become very sensitive. Maybe he is being sensitive, or maybe he cares a lot. He was always taught how to love and he just wants to help you in the best way he can.

Out of all of the league: Barry is the most gullible.

ᴠ.ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Victor is curious. It’s not his place but shouldn’t you be out living your best life? Not wanting you to escape or anything but like you’re human! You should be out winning football games or shopping or something with your friends.  

He doesn't force you to get up cause like he’s afraid he will hurt you with his body but he does convince you to go outside. “Wanna go shopping?” or “there's a grocery store with your favorites.” He can and will hack everything that is intelligence and robotic to cheat your way through life.

He wants you to know that even with his current state: he can be slightly useful in a way. He wants you to know that there is something can be valuable to life other than just laying down in bed. 

He scans you whenever he pleases. Checking your vitals etc. He would just stare at you, you’re the only thing he had left.

Like Clark, he would watch you sleep: because what he has become, sleep is not a necessity to him. 

Your peaceful and stress-free expression as you slept your worries away. He didn't waste any time before sitting near your bed. He then scanned your body health which was up to his standards. 

He let out a small chuckle before watching you grunt. He rose a brow as his robotic eye scanned your mind. His eye widens at the stage you went through.  

That’s why you always slept in! He felt himself grow guilty from the problematic events you had to go through. Bullying, discrimination, family problems, trust issues, parental issues, dead relatives and friends etc etc.

He never felt so upset before. 

He would wake you up with your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. “Y/N,” He greets you. It was rare to see you out of the bed. Of course you would get up for food and yet again his predictions paid off again. You just do a small and sloppy wave.

He checks your vitals again, just in case you were unhealthy. “Last night, I was there when you slept,” Victor continues and you almost drop your glass. “How many times do I have to tell you to NOT watch me when I sleep!” You screech annoyingly, it was so uncomfortable to you. 

He ignored your outburst and continued, “I know what happened, your childhood. The pain, the suffering..” He said reassuringly, causing you to stare at him with mouth full. You then blink into a shocked state when you realize what he meant.

Victor walks beside you. “Please know that I’m here. You never have to do anything alone again.” He spoke while his robotic hand went to the center of this chest-plate. 

You smiled with tear-filled eyes before jumping onto his lap and hugged him. “Thank you.” You muttered, actually glad that it was all out there as he pulled you into an embrace. “You’re welcome.” He replied as his hands soothingly comforted your back.

Perhaps, Victor is a stalker, maybe curious. He will always knows with the cursed knowledge given and automatically investigates the source of the clinomania. He shows more mercy and remorse towards his S/O sleeping habits that doesn't bother him much due to him always being by their side. 

Out of all of the League; Victor is most sympathetic.

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gn reader but them/them pronouns.

i tried so hard to avoid including pronouns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I shall show you no mercy.”

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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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