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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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Can I request a Yandere!Daenerys and Yandere!Jon x reader smutty fic? Your writing for the Game of Thrones characters is amazing!!!

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THESE TWOO OWN MY HEART

disclaimer: lets get freaky again

warnings: 18+ content, threesome, nonconsensual sex, rape, oral, descriptive sex, face sitting, yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, possessiveness and breeding kink.

Daenerys saw you first. Summarized terms; you were hers to deflower. She was well aware of your virginity. It was rare due to women being used for breeding under circumstances. She admired how you were able to keep your body to yourself for so long. However: every expedition comes to an end. Jon too saw you in the engulfed fist of Daenerys. Out of curiosity; you and him became good friends. It was questionable. Daenerys found herself already having a war and now it was a quest for your love? Oh no, Jon must make some mistake.

She claimed it, despite her glory and inhuman-abilities of controlling dragons: Daenerys was well aware. She wouldn't directly murder Jon. He was too strong and skilled for his own good. So was she. She couldn't overpower him. She could outsmart him. She could only hope though. She was well aware that Jon shared intelligence that happen to be beyond her level of might. She felt anger rise. You were hers! The property of Daenerys Stormborn. She shared a common emotion she had not felt in a while. Anger. She was pissed. It was rare to see Daenerys visibly upset.

You were walking from a scouting Daenerys sent you on. You were surprised by her missions she gave you. You were eternally grateful for her gratitude and loving she had for you. You must've built a trust to go on such a mission. You roamed the empty halls of winterfell. For the castle having no much guards around. You were used to the silent. You found it lovely. Your found yourself staring at the ancestral photographs of the starks that decorated the walls. You held your heart in your hand as you were in front of Daenerys's door. You felt yourself grow numb. You were anxious to be in the same room as her. Her presence was intimating as much as her dragons. You bit your lip before soon raising your hand to knock on the door as it just opened. You felt your anxiety rise. Her door was open! Will she blame you trespassing in her privacy? 

You felt thoughts rambled as you entered the room. You turned yourself to close the door and then soon turned towards the large bed. Your eyes widen as heat crawled your features at the sight. There was Daenerys continuously pleasuring herself upon Jon Snow, the Jon Snow who was simply grinding his hands to meet her pale lips. The duo let out small moans as the air was thick while the sound of flesh filled the room. “Oh my GODS!” You squeaked loudly of embarrassment that caused the two to stop their habits. “I send my regards!” You yelled in protest before covering your eyes while turning away from the couple. “Y-Y/N?!” Jon stuttered as you could tell a blush was coating himself. Daenerys let out a laugh. Your embarrassment brings a smile onto her light pink lips that shined with her pale body. You assumed she didn't share the same embarrassment of those in Winterfell.

“It appears we have a mini spectator, Jon. A very ravishing one.” Daenerys said as she pulled herself off of Jon's erected cock that was swollen red. “That is not it! I was going to report back to you, Khaleesi.” You stuttered as you found yourself soon aroused with their pleasurable acts of the two. “There will always be room for a third, Y/N.” Daenerys spoke with confidence in her manner, your eyes widen as you turn to face both bare bodies with a shocked expression. What did she just say? You let out rambles as Jon looked at the pale female. “That sounds very inconvenient, Daenerys.” Jon stated with profession as he looked towards Daenerys with a slight annoyed face. “Do not pity me. Do not lie about your shared feelings towards lovely Y/N.” Daenerys stated as she looked over at your shifted frame with lust coated her eyes while she pictured you bare in front of her.

“Shared?” You repeated with confusion. Jon looked down at his palms. “J-Jon why didn't you tell me?” You asked with slight concern and thoughtful mourns. Jon stared at you with a sigh before staring at Daenerys with the shared fury. “I-I do have feelings.” Jon admitted that caused your heart to thump from his submission. “Then let us use this opportunity with wise. Y/N, you do share feelings equally for both of us?” Daenerys asked as she rose an eyebrow with a small smirk coating her pink lips. You swallowed thickly. She knew. You knew it. “I do.” You replied with your embarrassment rising more. “Join us, right Jon?” Daenerys asked as she crossed eye the only male in the room. “If you share a truce. I do wish to please her.” Jon admitted shamelessly yet a blush had been formed. Daenerys found herself giggling. “You have my word.” Daenerys replied before both heads turned towards your gaze.

You shifted with heat crawling within your silk dress. Getting fucked from your love interests isn't an opportunity you receive every day; you approached the bed that laid the duo who happened to be bare already before your eyes. Daenerys's pale skin glowed within the light of the torches upon the walls. You placed yourself on top of the male as Daenerys moved from Jon's lap, allowing you to get comfortable as his cock had been up and against your dress. You felt your lower region slightly grow excited from the arousal of Daenerys and yours brought. You felt your back being tickled as Daenerys's fingers danced across your spine gracefully as she began to disrobe. Jon looked as if he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Stiff. You sat upon him and with your glory bare; Jon was sucking it all in. 

Daenerys had been grinding your ass against Jon's harden cock. She was smiling sadistically. You and Jon were incredibly shy which made things easier in a manner of speaking. You were aroused by the pressure of his harden cock. Daenerys soon sat herself on Jon's face. He was muffled which allowed Daenerys to feel pleasured. Soon; Jon's cock had been within your flesh-like walls. Your eyes widen at the upswelling pleasure. You were a virgin. “Daenerys! I am scared!” You shrieked with protest as you lifted yourself off Jon's cock that allowed his to groan muffedly. “Consider it a fitting punishment.” Daenerys stated simply before pulling you into Jon's cock. You let out a breathless gasp as you sunk onto the feeling of his rather large cock inside of you. Daenerys soon rubbed her his around Jon's face as she made an erotic expression while holding your hand.

You gritted your teeth as you began to move. Bouncing fittingly on his cock as you and Daenerys let out pleasurable mewls. Your eyes were almost half-way closed due to the pleasure. Its excruciating. You couldn't bear with such a delightful feeling. Your mouth hung a bit open as drool coated your lower lips. Daenerys took the opportunity and enclosed the personal space; she began to kiss you. You complied. Her tongue lapping over yours as you both moan muffledly from the man below being the very source of pleasure. You furrowed your brows as Jon lifted his hips, wanting to feel more stimulation within your walls. You dropped your hips down a bit and soon Jon was hitting so deep into you, you pulled away from Daenerys and moaned slightly to express the feeling. Your eyes were barely open. 

Your mouth was being demolished while your virgin walls were tightly being forced to be drenched. Soon; you felt your orgasm approach, Daenerys quite the same. Jon had noticed and began lapping Daenerys's folds while sticking his cock further down. Your body temperature increased by the aggression his cock was showing soon, you came. You and Daenerys had lowered your hips down onto Jon. Daenerys's pussy was covering most of Jon's face while you were feeling the balls of Jon. You quivered your lip as your stomach was deeply heated. “You are ours, my Y/N.” Daenerys stated as she had gotten off of Jon whose cheeks were a bright shade of pink with his mouth being covered with substances.

You look over at Daenerys horror fully, you didn't think this decision through yet. “As you said yourself, you share the equal amount of love towards us.” Daenerys recalled as the semen Jon produced was leaking out. “Surely we share the same emotion towards you.” Daenerys continued as her locks dropped to her face, covering up her breath-taking eyes. “And the amount of stuff Jon had put within you, it appears you will not have your cycle for moons.” She continued as her slenderly yet skillful fingers were brushing up your legs that caused you to jump slightly while feeling a bit heated by Daenerys's closely presence. 

“Now, by this day on: I as queen demand you will be my spouse for the throne.” Daenerys states with a small smile. You look surprised. “You cannot!” You protested while gritting your teeth. You loved your life as a merchant. You always have. “No more second thoughts...Y/N. We had waited too long.” Jon says as he sits up a bit while looking down at the bed sheets to cover his vision from your sorrow. “You will share our bedside and become our whore.” Daenerys continued as her stoic eyes never ceased. She soon approached you, arching her back while her fingers had cupped your chin rather tightly that caused you to wince.

“No more running.”

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

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shes lowkey bad doe

gn reader cuz im a libra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Til death do us part, my love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daenerys would never survive the Dothraki. 

Hell!

You didn’t even survive the Dothraki!

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

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

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

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

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

Not again at least.

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

You had the urge to look up.

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

Had the tree’s always been so green?

A beautiful bird had just flew passed.

Wish you could fly away from this situation..

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard another horse whinnied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

What made him think you were his?  

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

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

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

Drogo remembered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew he didn’t understand. 

Which is why you said it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was what it was all about.

It all started with a betrothal

credz to @ /tonystarksproperty

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

its 5am sigh..

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

lmk if this is my calling to write for wrestling

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

poc female reader

grab a snack girlies cuz this is kinda long

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

*takes place in 2020-2021*

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just told off Roman Reigns.

You just told off ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.

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

Until you weren't.

"You just always slam doors around here?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creepy. You thought.

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

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

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

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

"Pat, get off the table!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. That actually fucking hurt. You thought

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

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

"Shoulders down! 1, 2, 3!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, she was making you choose.

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

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

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

You wondered if they ever hooked up.

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

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

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

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

Good chills.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This would be a long night.

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