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disclaimer: clinomania is an excessive desire to remain in bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both end up “disagreeing.” that night. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, there was no one else but him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s how it always is.

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

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

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

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

Diana is well aware you are awake. 

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

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

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

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

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

Diana was never so easily convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a NPC in one of his video games almost. 

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

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

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

No warm welcome.

No massage.

Nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He never felt so upset before. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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THESE TWOO OWN MY HEART

disclaimer: lets get freaky again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No more running.”

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AVATAR MEN AND THEIR LITTLE SLUTY WAISTS!!!

ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ | ᴅ. ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

gn reader but them/them pronouns.

i tried so hard to avoid including pronouns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I shall show you no mercy.”

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

its 5am sigh..

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

lmk if this is my calling to write for wrestling

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

poc female reader

grab a snack girlies cuz this is kinda long

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

*takes place in 2020-2021*

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just told off Roman Reigns.

You just told off ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.

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

Until you weren't.

"You just always slam doors around here?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creepy. You thought.

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

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

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

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

"Pat, get off the table!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. That actually fucking hurt. You thought

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

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

"Shoulders down! 1, 2, 3!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, she was making you choose.

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

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

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

You wondered if they ever hooked up.

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

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

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

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

Good chills.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This would be a long night.

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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