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

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

ꜱᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ | ᴀ. ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ

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

gn reader cuz im a badass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ & ᴋ. ᴅʀᴏɢᴏ

female reader

disclaimer: italics is dothraki language

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

You couldn’t believe it.

No one could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just couldn’t.

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

But you needed to get out of here somehow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those damn violet eyes, used to be so innocent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For pleasure. 

For loveless pleasure. 

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

He was the sun,

She was the moon,

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

A mixture of their souls whenever they intercepted:

the pattern of their lives.....

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Hi Milo! would you please write Yandere Khal Drogo x pregnant wife reader? with smut? and that the reader loves it a little as if she had Stockholm syndrome? I am completely in love with my Khal :D thank you very much in advance :))

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yall are so nice omgg :}

this man has me on a chokehold literally

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language & female reader

warnings: yandere theme, dubcon sex, breeding kink, mentions of betrothal, possessiveness, noncon relationships, 18+ content.

One thing about this man right here, he doesn't care. Yes, your belly is swollen with one child. Never to late for another? He is a good fuck: its in his blood, his veins, his pride. You will never find another man like him to satisfy you. Your body will never fully be satisfied unless it is him.

However, Drogo is no fool though, he knew you were going to anything in your power to prevent the pregnancy: beg Viserys to kill you? It was such a good act, he must say. You had requested him to threaten you with the blade during the feast so maybe, just maybe: it could all be over with. But Drogo remained calm during the performance because he was well aware of your misery with him. He enjoyed it though, savored you until his heart content. He doesn't give a horse's ass if you don't like your new life. It is what was born for you to do, to breed.

You better pray because you never leave the tent nor lift a finger; the maidens of the tribe live to serve their khalessi. Drogo is the type of lover person to not feel sympathy to others no matter how bad the grief may be. Not really connected with his feelings, just his desires.

You stood up upon his arrival in the tent, no matter how weak or sore your body ache. You were trained to always greet the khal with exact and focus attention. He just walks in while throwing his weapon on the side of him and onto the floor. His dark eyes hadn't left your gaze. He approached you with his heavy footsteps, as his hands coated with one’s blood that was not his own, examining your facial features; observing to see that he had returned to you just had he left you: stable.

He had done this various times but it was a habit to see if anyone would harm the stallion that will mount the world. You were wearing an upper-waist dress with an floral palette and flowiness, the dress dropped to your ankles that hid your recently massaged feet. His hands were on your sore stomach and with a few rubs of gentleness from him: you inhale deeply due to the pain being at ease with his rubbing.

You open your eyes softly as his blood-coated hand print had been on the see-through dress. He cups your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his while examining you once again. He was worried to know if anyone had attacked you, his khalessi. You noticed this because you could see the worry on his stoic face: even if he managed to hide it so well. You grab his rough hand and gently caress his palm, despite the blood that was abusing your nostrils. Drogo noticed your gentleness to him, no matter how bad he treated you in your terms.

He leaned over to and kissed you, which you melted into because you were far to used to kissing Drogo. You had accepted Drogo, and his traditional and somewhat beneficial ways with you. You had no choice. His body weight increased as he was almost falling on you but he had placed you on the clothed rags that you both rested upon day and night. You push him away with all of your strength, feeling a bit more weaker by the second due to your sore belly weighing you down.

You were soon pushed down in a meer manner. You gently caresses your sore belly, Drogo noticed how your body couldn't handle his genetics obviously due to the pain you were enduring. You looked so full, so round. So very plumply. He was mentally smiling, it made him feel proud that your tiny body compared to his was so enjoyably weak. "May we just take this moon to rest?" You attempt to reason with him, you both were fucking non-stop every-night and you were already carrying one, you couldn't handle anymore right now. He shakes his head no. You already knew he was going to reply in that manner.

The traditional dothraki love language will forever be questioned and as much as you didn't feel like it: it was always coming. He had pushed you rather gently this time onto the horse fur and cotton rags that was used to make a makeshift bed. You flopped due to your strength decreasing each second with your stomach. He took the chance to lay himself next to you, as his clothes discarded with yours. 

You give a sensual moan at the loss of discomfort your sore body had posses with the clothes that were tight around you. Drogo enjoyed you in clothes that were tightly on you, showing your curves but in your current state, he wanted everyone in his tribe to be well aware that you are already claimed for the stallions that will mount the world. It was usual for the dothraki to become possessive over their beloved, you were far to used to it though.

You allowed his large, calloused hands roam over your body, not even having a say in the first place to be in-fact. You were about to protest, hoping you can take this night to just relax and ease yourself but Drogo had no relief in a few cycles. The healer of the tribe, that is rarely around had told Drogo that sex could harm the baby's life especially your body compared to his size.

He was well aware that his girth was large and did expected the outcome of no sex but that couldn't stop him and his animalistic urges that refused to go away. Before he had walked into the tent, he had mentally prayed to the old wise great stallion to bless your growing child lives under its guidance and blessings.

Perhaps, he should consider what the healer said but his urges had been getting through his head. And he cannot blame them. You were in your glory, laying down with your legs closed together as you turned your body to the side to rest, but Drogo had grew impatient due to the slightest of movements had allowed his cock become erected with pre.

It wasn't him getting excited, he doesn’t believe in such a happy emotion. It was his soul reacting to yours. He had took the chance to come up behind you, laying you down in his grasp as your body still turned. He refuses for you to be on your stomach, even though that was the traditional way to give pleasure in the dothrakian heritage, taking you from behind. You hadn't noticed how his large hands were on your swollen belly as he pushed you gently onto the rags that made your bed.

You arched your back at the sudden pleasure you were receiving as Drogo’s hands moved down to your bare abdomen and soon your pussy. You squinted your eyes as you bit your lip in anticipation as his fingers played with the outer-lips of your bare pussy. You weren't able to look at him. He had laid you down on your side where your back had been facing him.

You quivered as his other calloused hand rubbed your sore, bare back. You whimpered softly while his lips connected to your neck yet again. You were looking down because your body had been so sore from his genetics. He took this opportunity to enter you. You shot up instantly with small pleas for mercy to his force. "Drogo, please! I am with child!" You say in hope for him to calm down as his thrusts increasingly become sloppy.

Drogo snicked indistinctly. You truly had been afraid, never hearing Drogo laugh, cry or lose his cool and upon your arrival to the horselords: you would always find them intimidating, but none as intimidating as Drogo.

His large hands meet your hips, gripping your flesh roughly before bringing your body closer onto his cock with a small grunt. You used your hands to support your body from falling down but the pain was enduring enough. You were moaning as the slaps of both fleshes continued. You closed your eyes; allowing Drogo to continue, he was bound to. Consent meant nothing to him, to his pride. His grunts and groans described the relief he had been feeling as he ached for more of your touch.

Your body was uncontrollably relaxing. You felt yourself reach for your peak. His large cock within you had been so very pleasureful that tears of overstimulation coated your heavy eyes as you saw stars. "Please, I-" You blurt out as your climax was approached swiftly. He leans himself down to your ear. "Do it." Drogo orders while he puts himself into your neck to decrease his echoing groans. 

You leaned your head back, while he gave one last powerful thrust and it allowed you to release your building orgasm. Drogo had gritted his teeth furiously while his hot semen was unloaded again. You gasped heavily while a thin layer of sweat coated your aching body.

He leans down to you and kisses your forehead while pulling out. "Rest, my khalessi." Drogo coo's sweetly as he wipes away your tears with his large pointing finger. You nodded in agreement before turning your body to the side where your back had been facing him as his rough hands gently caress your sore belly while you drift to slumber.

Drogo noticed you fell asleep more quicker that usual. He was actually glad you went to sleep as a small smile crept up to the curve of hips as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before playing with your knuckles as his other hand continuously rubbed your aching yet growing belly. He knew he wasn’t the best husband but he was glad you were giving into your role as his khalessi.

His khalessi.

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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

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