Hi, Could You Please Do Annie Leonhart Headcsnnons For Someone Who Is Very ‘cold-hearted’ And Comes

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mr stark mr stark mr stark

we love goatees

i went overboard because he is my bias

gn reader

warnings: triggering scenes, yandere themes, obsessiveness, you alr know

Probably occurring within his playboy days, you are a worker of Pepper Potts. So, its no wonder you are strangely attracted to him, or the other way around, because he is the Tony Stark.

You're with mainly with Happy Hogan who informs majority of the time that Mr. Stark is very careless and reckless all the time so you keep your distance.

Which he notices in an instant. 

Being Howard’s Stark son is the reason why anyone would talk to Tony and of course his knowledge, company and wealth makes him famous: it is rather unlikely that anyone would ignore, isolate or even despise Tony.

Its impenetrable to him. He dealt with many haters and people who threaten for his head but none up close, someone he has to see everyday: like you.

However, there are times he would ask J.A.R.V.I.S. about your arrival and somehow: he randomly pops up. 

Its not stalking, he just takes manners upon himself to introduce himself more properly. He thinks you don't know him, you know him based on what other people say, especially since he hears the conversations between you and Happy before you both walk into work.

At first, you expect nothing less. It is his home, his domain and his company. 

However, his motives and intentions remain unclear when he is touchy feely, flirtatious and much more.

You are well aware of how Tony Stark earned his playboy reputation.

He is very charming and sarcastic at the same time. Its almost like he knows what to do to make you even more entertained within his presence but you remain professional in a work environment.

He’s delusional. Its heartbreaking to experience all the shitty things in his life without anyone to support him, so maybe a little bit of the guilt trip may get you to stay a little longer.

Working under Pepper means you also assist Tony, right? So, when you find him sulking at his bar with a scotch on his left palm is highly unusual, but you couldn't just walk by as if you hadn’t seen him?

You ask him if he's ok and he instantly shoots up as if a shock goes through his heart, he turns to you and gives a thumbs up. You pat his back as he continues to eyes his drink with a sappy expression.

However, the clarity in his "heart" is there. Unnoticeable; waiting for your everlasting touch.

You stay with him, not knowing what kind of hell you walked into.

Your social life is cancelled.

Your family was contacted that you had gotten a new job and will be out of communication for a few months.

Not like you even need to work, his money makes money and besides, you're going to be living with him!

While you and him drink and talk your problems away, he tells J.A.R.V.I.S. to send some rando's to your house which he knows where cause he had a tracker on the car he lent to you to pick up your belongings and bring them to your new forever home.

Its all anyone who simps for Tony Stark asks for, but not you. You fight almost everyday and if you manage to escape.

Your best friends would be the first to contact you with a facetime call. Where Tony actually used his repulsor blaster to kill them dead with you on the phone.

Showing you what happens.

Warning you that there will be much more casualties if you don't come back and when you do, everything will be alright.

He'll never hurt you physically. Just emotionally and mentally of course.

"Lets make one thing clear, dear. You are mine, never forget that. For your own sake."

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language

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

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

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

Your place was with him.

When he was delivered the news from a handmaidens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At first, he was boiling with rage.

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

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

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

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

Telling the men of the khalaser to saddle up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard a throat be cleared.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You came too far, but was this worth it?

Risking the lives of the handmaidens for honor?

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

No.

They wanted to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he apologize?

Your eyes widen as you heard Dothraki chants.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All you saw was a devilish smile.

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

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

There was no escaping the Great Khal Drogo



© tonystarksproperty

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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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Attack on Titan Main Masterlist

(i accidentally posted this on my main blog instead of my backup, oopsies)

I WILL ADD MORE

Eren Yeager Masterlist

Levi Ackerman Masterlist

Hange Zoe Masterlist

Erwin Smith Masterlist

Mikasa Ackerman Masterlist

Pieck Finger Masterlist

Reiner Braun Masterlist

Annie Leonhart Masterlist

Ymir Masterlist

Zeke Yeager Masterlist

Armin Arlert Masterlist

Jean Kirschtein Masterlist

Connie Springer Masterlist

Porco Galliard Masterlist

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requests are currently closed | open | on hold

drabbles/thirsts are currently closed | open | on hold

please do not rush me at all, thats kinda mean >:(

**all characters ages will be noticed in the particular post but as of right now: they are all AGED UP**

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I will NOT/unlikely write for;

pedophile/underage

vore

weird shit

trans characters (i will but i cannot assure you it will be perfect)

disability/condition (blindness etc)

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ik this isn't annie but 😍

disclaimer: gn s/o cuz why not

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dreams are dreams though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she will make sure you agree.

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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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female reader....yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᴄ. ᴋᴇɴᴛ

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

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

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

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

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

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

 (AND HONESLTY WHO WOULDN’T?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The hell was he doing? 

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

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

He was enjoying this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᴅ. ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literally.

ᴀ. ᴄᴜʀʀʏ

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

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

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

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

He would be far from control. He needed you:

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

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

(HE’S PETTY)

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

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

Who the hell was there?!

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

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

You had to be.  

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

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

Like he had you to take off his stress on.

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

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

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

He needs you! Now!  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodness gracious!

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

ʙ. ᴀʟʟᴇɴ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᴠ. ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was truly in love.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both were happy and sexually relived. Together

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ᴍʏ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ | ᴇ. ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ/ᴊᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

i didnt know what last name to give him

disclaimer: everything is dubcon

warnings: 18+ content, dubcon, age gap, daddy kink, degradtion kink, breeding kink, explicit language and ddlg.

You heard a familiar truck pull into the driveway, its tires rustling through the decomposing leaves of the dark fall night. You were on the couch, your phone charging by your side as you tried to look somewhat busy. You were waiting on the man who had been your boss, in a way. You hear a familiar gruff voice of his, as his throat croaked out grunts as if he had been worn out from such a long friday night. You heard the same keys jingle as the man had inserted in the key lock. Soon, the door opened to reveal Eren Yeager. His fiery green eyes had been drained of exhaustion while his chocolate locks had been down to his shoulders, very messy. 

His mustache was trimmed along with his beard that was slim along with his jawline that you couldn't resist to stare or fantasize. You noticed his breathtaking appearance as he locked the door and threw his keys somewhere on the couch. Not giving a damn. “Hey.” he greets you with a small smile, yet the drowsiness in this voice stayed. “Where are the kids?” he asks his eyes shift all around, currently in search for his children.

You inhale a shaky breath, trying to find the courage to explain. No, unfortunately they weren’t your kids. Yet his and his ex-wife: Mikasa, had been divorced for a few months after a rocky marriage. Eren was someone you happened to serve coffee to at your part time and he was ranting all about his life problems, you being the considerate person you are, offered to baby sit his kids when he was off at work. He had two kids. Both him and his ex–wife battled for full custody to this day but both get equal custody. “She didn’t bring the kids.” you simply explained while attempting to prevent your arousal to be noticed.

You had always been fond of the man. Being a college student that works hadn’t been exquisite. If anything, Eren pays you the most than your other job. He worked as some sort of CEO or CFO with his brother Zeke to continue Yeager Enterprises, a family traditional business that went down for generations: that would be that Eren would no doubt be tired. He did have one thing to be happy to come home his kids, and you.

He stared deeply into your eyes, still processing what you had just explained to him, attempting to cower his rough scowl at the name of his ex. “What?!” he gasped in deep protest in thought as he reached up for his hair to grab a ball of it, frustratingly. He went down to his pocket to grab his phone and dialed a certain number with a savage expression. He was pissed, livid even.

It took at least three rings until a familiar feminine voice was connected to the other line. “Hello?” said the woman. Mikasa. “You didn’t bring the kids. Why?” Eren asked viciously as his hand went down to his black tux to forcefully unbutton some, which revealed his his white–shirt and tie before resting it on his hip.

You felt a particular heat rising in between the valley of your legs. You shifted in your jeans a bit to ease the ache. “I just didn’t feel like bringing them.” Mikasa simply stated over the line, you could tell she had the most mischievous grin over her face. From what you were told from Eren, Mikasa had her own satisfaction when it comes to to Eren being upset and miserable.

Eren let out an animalistic growl. It rumbled deeply in his chest that you could feel the vibrations fumble within your body that caused your nipples to become a bit erect. How clueless of you, you forgot a bra. “You just can’t just keep the kids whenever You ‘feel’ like you should keep them to yourself, Mikasa! I’ll gladly go to the lawyer and-” he rambled but soon his frustrating statement came to a pause when the dial beeped rather loudly. “Hello? Hello!?” Eren yelled at the phone as he clutched it in his palm deeply. Damn, she hung up. You held back a giggle from his facial expression. You found it ironic that even though Mikasa didn’t give up her custody and somehow he still had to pay child support. 

The other man that Mikasa was with; Jean, doesn’t pay her expenses to support her how she wished. Eren threw the phone on the couch that rested beside his keys. He let out a loud groan that had allowed heat to crawl on your face. “Hey.” he calls out as his predatory gaze towards you. You flinch from his sudden dominance. “Are you okay? Your nipples got through your shirt.” Eren stated simply as his green eyes flickered to your chest. He let out a deep rumble within his chest as you look down at your traitorous nipples harden through your top. You bit your embarrassingly. “I should be asking you that, are you okay, Mr. Yeager?” You asked while raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response, with deepest sensations within your body. “No! I am not okay! I just...fuck! I.. I need fucking relief.. somebody who fucking cares..and will listen while I fuck all my build up shit out!” he cursed as he hissed deeply within his teeth.

Your body couldn’t cease the thought of being bent over and presented to the man. As he fucked you as a ragdoll, a cumslut, his bitch. He noticed you were still staring. He couldn’t help but check you out. He sat himself back into the velvet couch, his lap slouched as he began removing his tie. He motions you over to him, as if it was a silent command.

You obey in an instant. You lifted yourself off the couch that was far as you slowly stalked over to him. Ears ringing as your heart rate accelerated as you approached him with every step. He was certainly a dominant man that could scare demons. His very presence was intimidating which turned you on. 

“Get your ass over here. Now.” he snarled a command that was too deep that allowed you shift your legs a bit. “Ha, you like getting told what to do by the father of the kids you should babysitting, you slut.” He points out as his hands travel rubbed your clothed core of your jeans. “N-No. That’s not it at all!” You protested, trying to keep a straight face. “No need to hide from me. I’ll take good care of you.” Eren said with a deep hum with his sentence. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, caressing you gingerly in his never-breaking embrace, soon taking you into his bulky lap. You felt his growing erection through the business pants he wore. It was certainly large, not even petite as a regular man. He had a monster in the middle of his legs and god you wanted to feel it so badly.

You felt yourself drool at the thought of his large cock in your tight, little cunt. His large-mouth caught yours in a deep, connecting war. His tongue explored and travelled your warm cavern with flawless glory.

You falter from his grasp. “I bet you wanted this since the moment I hired your slutty ass.” He mocked while his lips dipped down to the flesh of your neck and sucked passionately on your fragile skin. You let out of a breathy moan with a small choke of sobs, it certainly been a while since you had a good fuck. He soon continued to rub more rough circles on your throbbing clothed core that caused you only ache more, longing for him.

Your clothes discarded from your body in milliseconds. His hands travelled your bare body with almost no care. His large yet calloused grabbed your breasts, fondling the flesh roughly: the feeling of his hands allowed you to feel upmost pleasure that your pussy fluttered, along with your heart. A muffled whine rummed through your throat, craving more of his touch. You felt as if you were, no longer in control of your own body. He had complete control over you, and you loved it. “Quiet.” Eren commanded firmly as you writhed under his touch and tone. Surely, he could smell and sense your arousal, the teasing smirk tugging his lips definitely explained that to you.

“Mr. Yeager...” You whimpered as your legs quiver from his warm, sensational butterfly touches. You soon felt a stinging on your cheek. “You call me daddy from now on, little girl.” He commanded in his deeply gruff voice of annoyance. “Please, daddy! Use me! Make me yours, please!” You submitted with the lewd noises escaping your gaping throat.

You gently rubbed the outline of his boner within his briefs. He let out a small groan before allowing his cock to spread free. You sink to your knees and hungrily took his large, monstrous cock in your mouth He let out loud, sexy groans before raking his large fingers into your scalp, bringing your head down on his shaft to take him deeper into your mouth. You breathed through your nose to calm your throat-aches but his cock was too large for you. You doubt it will ever fit. But you did know that he would make it fit. “That’s right, be a good girl and take it all.” He teased at your gagging and sloppy sounds escaping from you.

Surely, he wanted this as you did, right?

“No. Not like this.” He mutters before releasing his length from within your warm cavern. You look up at him and rose a brow. He looked down at you. He was finally naked. His chest was bare with small bits of hair on it as his abs were showing marvelously. You blushed at the sight of him, but soon picked you up effortlessly and placed you back on his lap, only thing time your back was to him. You couldn't see his current facial expression but you could tell he was smirking with devilish thoughts within his thick-skull.

You then felt something press against your pussy lips. Your eyes widen at his tip size as he brushed it against you, slowly but sensually. Definitely wanting to tease you a bit. You moaned at the small friction of simulation but soon, he had forcefully plugged it to you without preparation. You dig your left arm nails into his hands that was now flexing your leg for a better and deeper position. You felt your eyes go heavy from the intrusion of his thick cock disappearing and reappearing from inside you.

His balls slapped loudly against your pussy lips, creating a loud clapping sound as his pace increased. “You get it now? This should've happen even before you got this job You’re mine.” He says as he nips your sensitive neck. His cock was ramming into like no tomorrow and you couldn’t take the simulation anymore. You were ant and he was the boot. “Ohhh fuck, you feel so fucking good...” he praised that caused your walls to tightened up around him as his pace quicken while letting out deep groans.

His free hand clasped over your mouth to prevent your moans from getting to loud to awake the neighbors. “Like your pussy was....fuckk made just for me!” he says while harshly biting down your neck that soon drew small tingles of blood and his pace went deeply into your inside walls that were clenching for dear life. “Jesus!” He groaned out while his long now dishevled hair tickled your cheeks when his grip hardened when he came to his orgasm. 

You came more than three times on his cock and he just one, coating your insides with his essence. “You’re gonna stay here, you’re mine now. Mine.” He muttered into your ear as you grunted a bit, coming down from your high. He pulled out and sighed from already missing the sensation and tightness of your walls clenching on his cock. You felt his sperm leak out of you that caused you to quiver and writhe.

He placed you surprisingly gingerly on the couch before taking a spot next to you. “Oh baby, look at you.” He says while licking his lips, admiring the sight. You breathed shaky and heavy breaths to regain some sort of control while covered in a thin layer of sweat as your face was disheveled from the makeup you put on to impress Eren today, the semen leaking from your pussy was turning him on. He clicked his tongue a bit, definitely catching on that he wore you out to the max, “I bet you’re exhausted probably. But that’s too bad, you ain’t leavin’ no time soon.” he says with a slight smirk. You turned your slightly tired gaze, narrowing your eyes, thinking he wanted a second round.

“You want daddy to eat your pussy for being a good girl? Hm?”

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