#casual rhea is the best rhea

[thenightmareismyreality]

I just passed away at work

Goodness gracious Rhea 🥵

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[nekosounds]

Mafia!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: Being broke with a dead end job, you thought your life was going to stay this way. That was, until you met Rhea Ripley, the queen of the mafia.

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After spending most of my money on rent, I went to the one place I knew I could get a meal for cheap. The local pizza parlor sold pizza slices that were days old for a cheap price. It was always lukewarm and chewy on the best of days, but it’s better than starving.

As I enter the place, I notice a familiar sight of a woman with slick, black hair and a casual suit. Rhea Ripley, the infamous mafia queen. Usually I’d catch her glance once or twice. But for the past few weeks, she’s been staring me down. I try to avoid her, I’m already broke as is. The last thing I need is to be indebted to the mafia queen herself.

Walking up to the counter to order, my eyes widened at the price. Instead of the usual $1 per old slice, it was now $3!

“Shit.” I sigh. With only $2 to my name, there's no way I could afford to eat now. Just as I was about to walk out, an arm blocks my path. I look up to see none other than Rhea Ripley herself.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Rhea asks me. I feel my mouth go dry. What does she want with me? Can she see that I’m desperate and broke? Is she gonna make me loan myself out to her? “I’m starting to get impatient, princess. So I’ll ask again. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Um…I-I don’t have enough to pay for a meal.” I say, “Surely I’m not welcome here if I can’t pay.”

Rhea nods. But instead of letting me go like I hoped, she grabs my hand and pulls me to a table. One in the back that I usually saw her and her men sit at.

“Sit.” She commands. I do as she tells me. She smirks at this, “Good girl. I like the obedient ones.” She says, making my face flush. She sits down next to me, our thighs practically touching from how close she is. “Now, order anything you want. Food, drink, desserts. Anything. It’s on me.” She said.

“B-But I don’t want you to spend money on me.” I say, feeling like this was the start of me having to owe her something. But she just rolls her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I own this place. It won’t cost a single dime. Now order and eat.” She says before leaning in close to my face. “That’s an order.”

I nod. Feeling both scared, and aroused? Her commanding me makes me feel oddly good. And I want to do what she tells me to do. I want to make her happy. So I order a decent meal for myself. And she looks pleased.

The food arrives fast, and I don’t have a single doubt as to why that is. As I start eating, Rhea starts a conversation.

“So sweetheart, I see you around here quite often. Ordering the cheapest thing we have on the regular. Why is that?” She asks.

I start to explain everything to her. My job, my shitty boss, how he only pays me when he feels like it. And when he does, it’s always never enough. And how nowhere else is hiring, so I’m stuck at this crappy, dead end job.

She listens to me with interest. And I don’t know why, but I feel so comfortable telling her all of this. Once I finish my sob story, she smirks at me.

“How about I make you an offer?” She asks. I feel my skin turn pale. I knew this was going to happen. I’m going to be indebted to people I will never be able to pay back! Rhea notices my fear.

“Oh don’t look so scared, princess. I promise you’ll like this offer.” She says, leaning in closer to whisper in my ear. “How about you quit that shitty, no good job of yours…And you come with me?” She chuckles, her warm breath on my ear making me shiver.

“Like to be your servant or your maid?” I ask, unsure of what she meant. She chuckles again.

“No sweetheart. I don’t want you as a servant, or a maid, or anything like that. I just simply want you to be…mine.” She leans in closer with every word she speaks. Her lips are now barely touching. “I’ll treat you like royalty. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want. In return, I get to keep you all to myself…How does that sound?” She asks.

I’m at a loss for words. The deal sounds so nice, surely there must be a catch? But I can’t think of one right now. All I can think of is how beautiful she is, and how badly I want to kiss her.

“C-Can I…” Before I could finish, she leans in and kisses me. My hands clutch at her short, black hair. And her hands trail up and down my back, pulling me closer to her until I was sitting on her lap. Once we finally pull back for air, Rhea laughs.

“So, I take that as a yes?” She asks before trailing a few kisses down my neck. I nod ini response. “I want your voice, baby.” She says, “I want to hear you say it. Say that you belong to me.”

“I-I belong to you, Rhea.” I say, my voice wavering as she kisses down my neck some more. “I belong to you and only you. No one else.”

“Good girl~” Rhea chuckles and pulls back. “From now on, you’ll be treated so well. I’ll give you whatever you want, baby, just stay loyal to me, and I’ll treat you like the princess that you are.” She says before pulling me into another kiss.

As we continue to kiss, Rhea makes plans in her head. She wants what’s best for her baby, that’s for sure. And to start off, why not take care of that shitty boss of hers? The man owes her money anyways, having him six feet under means nothing to her. Besides, what her baby doesn’t know can't hurt her.

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[yourwwegirl]

I HATE THIS

ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴀɢᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.

“I can’t do this.”

You hadn’t taken your eyes off Damian as he’d got up to get another drink. You’d watched as he spoke with the bartender, you’d watched as the gorgeous blonde he was now talking to had walked up with her perky boobs and glistening gaze. You’d continued to watch as she flipped her hair and bat her lashes, ever passing second practically tearing at your chest as the pain caused tears to burn beneath your waterline.

You knew you weren’t ready for this before you’d even entered the bar, but as you saw his face, the smile you used to see every day, all the fear melted away. You’d thought maybe you could be around each other without it hurting you.

You finally pulled your gaze away from their burning hold on Damian’s form, instantly locking with Rhea’s sapphire hues as she sat slumped into the booth with her forearm wrapped around Dominik’s shoulders; lazily playing with the ends of his mullet.

“I have to go.”

“Oh come on, she’s not his type.”

Dominik scoffed as he casually cast his gaze around you and in Damian's direction, shaking his head as he brought his attention back to you.

“He’s not gonna waste his time on her, there’s no need to get jealous.”

Rhea’s palm slapped down against Dominik’s chest, her features morphing into a ‘shut up you idiot’ facial expression as her brows raised. A small wince parting his lips as he mouths out the word ‘what’.

“I’m not jealous!”

You snap. Your voice breaks slightly as you bolt upright off your stool, your eyes dropping down to meet Rhea’s as you inhale a staggered breath.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.”

You don’t even give Rhea the chance to object before you turn away from the table, hurrying in the direction of the door. Why had you picked the table at the back of the bar? There was no way past Damian without him seeing you leave.

“She’s had break ups before, what the hell is her problem?”

Dominik grumbled as he rested his head back against Rhea’s shoulder, peeking up at her through his lashes as he watched her watch you leave.

“Not like this.”

She replied. Rhea knew just how much you’d been struggling with not having Damian in your life as much anymore. You’d confided in her when the pain started to display itself and as things got worse, Rhea had been doing her best to keep your mind off things.

You didn’t intend to make eye contact with Damian as you passed him. You didn’t want to make up some fake story as to why you were leaving and you didn’t want to be stuck seeing him with another woman longer than you had to.

Dropping your gaze to the ground just as you were about to pass him, you gasp quietly to yourself as the blondes heel comes into view. There was no way to stop yourself from falling, you’d tripped before you could even find your footing and it was inevitable that you were about to hit the ground.

Your knees hit the floor before you could stop them, the hardwood causing a tremor to vibrate up your spine as your palm stretched out to brace your fall. You could already feel the color that cloaked your cheeks as you processed what had just happened, complete embarrassment washing over you as you fumbled to your feet.

“Y/N.”

Damian’s palm was around your waist and he was encouraging you to your feet before you could tell him not to, the concern on his face as he towered over your tiny frame only tugging at your heartstrings even more as your palms began to push him away.

“Don’t Damian. Please, just..”

Your words fell short as you stepped out of his hold, your glimmering hues refusing to look up in search of his own.

“Don’t.”

You were already walking away as you whisper, a soft sigh parting your lips as your hands curl into each other and your nails pressed into your palms until your knuckles turned white.

You could feel the tears burning your eyes as you slipped between the group of people blocking the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold air as the first bead dropped onto your cheek.

How could you have been so stupid as to think that seeing Damian with someone else would be easy? He still meant the world to you and there was no way that just being friends would have worked out.

Bringing your palm to your face in attempts to dry the river of tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, you inhale a staggered breath. The wind ripped at your throat as the cool air filled your lungs, making your undeniable pain worse with each breath.

You’d blissfully ignored the sound of bar door opening and closing behind you as a yellow cab pulled to a halt at the curb, your projection towards the awaiting vehicle stopping abruptly as a broad palm clasped itself around your wrist.

“Y/N, don’t go.”

Damian’s voice was still like music to your ears as you froze in place, the deep tone almost soothing as his hold tightened to keep you in place.

Why couldn’t he have just let you go?

Shaking your head gently as you tried your best to pull yourself free from his grasp, you let your eyelids fall closed in hope your tears would stop themselves behind the barrier.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Damian. I just want to go home.”

You didn’t want to risk hurting yourself as Damian’s hold didn’t falter around your wrist, finally giving in to his silent pleading and slowly turning to face him. Your eyes still closed tight as you stopped under Damian’s gaze, you ignored the cursing leaving the open cab window.

“Yeah, vete a la mierda. Sal de aquí.”

Damian heckled after the cab as it screeched out of its spot on the sidewalk, his middle finger easing skyward before his full attention turned back to you. His large palm curling under your chin, he gently raised your head so he could see you.

“Open your eyes, princesa.”

It was like a switch flicked in your subconscious as his words played over in your mind, your eyelids snapping open before you could stop them. The words chirping past your lips as your palm yanked free from Damian’s other palm.

“You can’t call me that anymore, Damian.”

Your palms instantly moved to your biceps as a cold breeze blew through the street, a small tremor vibrating through your body as you fought back a shiver.

“Why not?”

He questioned as you stepped around his muscular frame in search of somewhere to shelter from the chill, his giant form shifting as he quickly followed after you.

“Why not?”

You scoffed under your breath. Your lips twitched into a soft smile as you dipped into a small alley beside the bar, turning back to face him just as he submerged into the shadows behind you.

“Because we’re friends right?”

Your tone was scoffed, almost a little snarky as your palms dropped from your biceps and to your sides.

“That’s what you and I are. Just friends.”

Damian’s brows furrow slightly as he watches your expression shift. Were you getting angry at him, he wondered as his forearms crossed over his chest with a raised brow.

“I mean, that’s what we decided, right?”

There was a sunken sadness in Damian’s tone as his brow arched a little higher, his shoulder falling to lean against the alley wall as he let his gaze wander over the outfit you’d chosen to wear.

“Yeah.”

You sigh softly.

“Yeah, that’s what we decided.”

It had been months since you’d mutually ended your relationship with Damian. So much time had passed and yet you hadn’t quite figured out how to move on and do as you’d both agreed and even though at the time it made sense, you hadn’t managed to get it together enough to find someone new.

“So..”

Your gaze lifted to finally meet Damian’s. The corners of his lips twitching into a playful grin as your brows knit together in confusion.

“So?”

“So what does that have to do with why I can’t call you princesa hmm?”

You could feel your cheeks flush a soft crimson as you flash back to how it made you feel when Damian spoke Spanish. Your fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you dropped your head to hide your embarrassment.

It was so easy to lose yourself with Damian, his energy and his humor always found a way to make you blush.

“You just… you just can’t, Damian. Okay.”

You were looking back into the depths of Damian’s gaze as the words left your lips, your throat feeling tighter again as you remember just why you’d tried to avoid him in the first place.

“Maybe you should just go back to your new friend. She seems more your speed these days.”

“And what does that mean?”

Damian snaps.

Truthfully this was the first girl you’d seen him with since you’d split and you had no idea what ‘his speed’ was, but you couldn’t forget the way she’d looked at him. How she practically glowed.

The burning ache in your chest you’d experienced as you’d watched him move on so easily returned as you shook your head, your voice coming out in a harsh tone as you searched for an easy way past Damian’s monstrous frame.

“You don’t seem to be struggling with letting me go, so I don’t want to stand in your way. Go back to your pretty little bimbo, Damian. Go fall in love and forget all about me.”

You knew he wasn't going to let you pass, but if you were going to get away from him and feel your feelings in peace, you had to try. Ducking around Damian’s tall form, you grumble to yourself as you feel his palm around your wrist once more. Keeping you hidden in the shadows at his side.

“Damian please, just let me go home. I can't…”

Your breath caught in your chest as you tried to pull free, the burn of tears finding themselves bubbling beneath the surface once more.

How many times were you going to cry in front of him tonight?

“You can't what, Y/N?”

“I can't keep pretending.”

You blurt out. Spinning on your heels to peer up at Damian through thick damp lashes. A few stray tears breaking over your waterline and slowly cascading your cheeks as you try to swallow the word vomit that was about to erupt from your chest.

“I can't keep lying to myself. To everyone. I know we said we'd just be friends, that things would be okay, but I can’t keep doing this Damian. I’ve tried, I promise I've tried, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

You could see the hurt as it grew on Damian’s face, his features contorting into what could almost be described as pain as he just stood and watched you continue with the blurb of words that seemed almost backed in regret.

“I’m forcing myself everyday not to touch you. Not to run into your arms and beg you to just hold me like you used to, to make it all the hurt go away. To heal my heart and make it easier for me to let you go.”

The tears that cascaded your cheeks had become stronger, each drop burning against your skin. Looking up into Damian’s eyes as he towered over you. Seeing him speechless as you blurted out each word only made it harder to stop.

“I sit at home missing you. Wishing you'd call and praying I'm awake to answer it. We took this break to figure out what we truly wanted, to figure out if it was all worth it. Well I know what I want, Damian. I don't need another night to sleep on it.”

Your petite frame took a small step forward as if controlled by an external force, pulling you closer to him with every passing second. Your slender fingers tracing up the expanse of his chest as you swallowed back the desire to keep from crying as hard as you could.

“I think about you all the time. When I’m trying to fall asleep, the moment I wake up. Damian you are on my mind constantly and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how much longer I can stay apart from you.”

“Don’t say what you can’t take back, princesa.”

You didn’t even bother to fight him on his choice of words this time, your doe-like gaze fixed on the corners of his lips as he fought back a soft smile. He knew what was coming, what you were about to say, but he needed to hear it from your lips. He needed you to be the one to instigate the statement, because the second he broke and took you into his arms, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

“— Damian.”

Your throat was thick, the air struggling to escape your lungs as your fingertips traced along the stubble that lined his jaw. Your damp cheeks glistening beneath the moonlight as his thumb glazed over the tears in attempts to dry them all up.

“Y/N.”

He uttered. The desire to pull you close and press his lips against your own burning at the back of his mind as the skin beneath your fingertips tingled.

“Damian, I love you.”

It took less than a breath for Damian’s lips to find yours, the warmth of his kiss washing over you like wildfire as his broad palms found their way around your frame, settling in the small of your back as you threw your arms around his neck. Your bodies morph into one as he draws you closer, attempting to remove all space between you even though none remained.

Having his form press against you once more as your lips moved in perfect unison, you could help the soft hum that vibrated from your chest. Your slender fingers winding into Damian’s hair as he attempted to pull you even closer to his chest, his large palms undoubtedly leaving purple blemishes beneath his fingertips as he gripped tighter around your hip bones.

“I’ve missed you.”

You purr softly against Damian’s lips as you pull back only slightly to fill your lungs with air, the tip of your nose gently gliding across his jaw as you push up on your tiptoes to keep that warmth of his breath upon your face.

Thick lashes fluttering open as you peer up at the tall Adonis, you smile sheepishly as your lower lip rolls between your teeth.

You’d hoped one day you’d be back in Damian’s arms, his warmth radiating over you as he held you against him. You fit perfectly and it just made sense for you to be together.

Leaning into Damian’s hold as his broad palm cradled around your cheek, you let your lids flutter closed once more as the sweetness in his tone flooded your eardrums.

“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed you, princesa. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t had Finn talking me off a ledge. Tonight was… well she was nothing. I was just trying to do what we agreed and it felt terrible.”

Damian’s thumb gently traced against the apples of your cheek as he beamed down at you, drinking in every inch of your face as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Burning each blink into his memory so as to not forget it.

“I didn’t want to seem rude, but flirting with that girl as you sat mere feet away from me made me realize just how much I wanted you. Not her.”

His other palm cupped around your jaw so he could tilt your head up to meet his gaze, his thumbs catching the flush of your cheeks as you melted into his eyes.

“You’re the one baby, I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you.”

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[obsolescent]

The Necessity of Saints - Part Two

Part One

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x SingleMom!Reader

Author's Notes: Um. I went in LMFAO. I literally had to cut myself off from writing anymore for this. I hope you enjoy!

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, multiple orgasms, protected sex, fingering, squirting, nipple play, cumming from nipple play, Simon is a gentle lover and always aiming to please, reader is touched-starved.

Word Count: 3,241

You let Simon know your availability, agreeing on a time–a date–something you haven’t been on in years. You’re filled with excitement, giddy at the prospect of dressing up and going out with someone, thinking of what all you two could do. Dinner, of course, maybe a movie? Oh! Maybe that carnival that’s in town for the week. You laugh to yourself, so many possibilities. So much anticipation bubbling, it has spilled over into your interactions with everyone around you.

“You’re chipper than usual, have anything going on?” A coworker asks. “Mama, you’re literally glowing, it’s so cute,” Your daughter says with a giggle, delighted to see you with a pep in your step this whole week. Friday night arrives, your excitement now mingling with nervousness. ‘Need something to wear, should I dress casually or should I be bold? Something slutty? Ugh, I don’t think I even have those types of clothes anymore.’ You don’t, you really don’t have much except for comfortable clothing now, some flowy dresses and skirts, and flats and sandals.

You pick out your fanciest dress. A long sleeved, empire cut, burnt orange dress with a sweetheart neckline. The length reaches mid calf, and you pair it with some comfortable, strappy flats. You fix your hair and makeup, looking sophisticated yet casual. ���Probably the best for a first date.’ You and Simon spoke some more in regards to plans for that night, settling on a restaurant downtown to begin with. You agreed to meet there, not wanting him to know where you live just yet.

Your hands are sweaty as hell. You continue to wipe them off, pacing the living room while the time gets closer for you to leave. “O-M-G mama, relax! It’ll be fine. Just take some deep breaths and sit down,” Rhea says, having watched your anxious movements for the past ten minutes. “Ugh, I just…Don’t know what to do with myself,” You say, finding your way to sit next to her. She pats your shoulder, “Are you worried he won’t like the way you look? You look great, mama, I think he would think you’re pretty even if you showed up in a trash bag.” You guffaw, grinning at your daughter. She is a light in your life that you’re so glad to have, thankful for her reassuring words.

The clock reads 6:45 PM, fifteen minutes before your arranged time. “Reckon I better get going,” You let out a shaky breath, standing up and grabbing your purse. “Have a good time and have fun, love ya and be careful!” Rhea shouts from the couch as you’re opening the front door, “Love you, too!” You shout back, closing and locking the door. You get inside your car, backing out of the driveway and heading to the restaurant.

You arrive with five minutes to spare, giving yourself a pep talk. “If he doesn't like you, he can stick it! Go off on your own and treat yourself,” You say out loud, looking at your reflection in the visor’s mirror, making last minute adjustments to your look. You cut the engine and step out, locking the doors. Walking towards the entrance, you notice Simon standing off to the side, a bouquet in his hands, the other in his pocket. You’re internally screaming, face turning red at just seeing him with the flowers, in a black button up with matching slacks. 

He notices you approaching, giving you a smile, “Hello, love. Glad I didn’t scare you off,” He greets you, handing the bouquet over. A bushel of ranunculus, all varieties of color. “Thank you so much, these are beautiful,” You inhale their scent. “Could say the same about you, you look wonderful,” He says, his gaze following the contours of your body. You give a meek ‘thank you’ blush reaching the tips of your ears. “Shall we?” He asks, extending his arm for you to take. You nod, grabbing onto it, feeling him flex his muscles. ‘Good Lord he’s ripped.’ You both head inside, where the host seats you at a table in the corner, Simon taking the seat that faces out into the restaurant.

Light conversation begins, learning about one another. You find out that Simon is retired from the British military, which prompts you to ask why he’s here, of all places. “I like the liquor,” He says, causing you to laugh. Conversation carries on into dinner, your nerves far away from your thoughts, the wine Simon ordered helping to ease them. You’re honestly happy to have Simon’s company. He insists on paying for your meal, you opposing the whole time. ‘Let him treat you, he seems to really like doing it,’ The thought swimming through your mind. You bite your tongue, smiling and giving your thanks.

After the bill is paid, he escorts you out, once more offering his arm to you, which you gladly hang on to this time. You walk out into the crisp night air, feeling light and full of happiness. “Anything else you’re up for?” He asks, glancing down at you. You mention what you had been thinking about earlier, about the visiting carnival or a movie. He chuckles at your suggestions, “A movie sounds nice, yeah?” You nod, him leading you to his car. A sleek, black, Chevrolet Silverado is what he brings you to. Looking at it in astonishment, big and hefty. ‘Just like him.’ 

He helps you practically climb into the passenger side, settling in and buckling your seatbelt. He joins you on the other side, turning the ignition on and pausing, seeming almost nervous about what he’s going to say next. “If you’re comfortable with it, would you be opposed to watching a movie at my flat?” He asks, shifting in his seat, using your wording from your first proposition. “No, no at all opposed,” You respond, replying with his past sentence. He looks over with a grin, “Alright, love,” Is said before he pulls out of the parking spot, in the direction of his apartment.

He gives his thanks, sitting down beside you. He picks up the remote and turns on his television, scrolling through the selections. You had mentioned liking the horror genre earlier, him also in agreement. He seemed to be checking out the movies in that category, noticing one you had been meaning to watch, but hadn’t gotten around to it. You express your interest in that film, before he selects it.

The movie begins, you settling against the cushions to immerse. Simon shifts a bit closer to you, before putting his arm on the back of the couch, the warmth radiating from him. You give a slight shiver, haven’t been this close to someone other than your daughter in a long time. He notices, grabbing a throw blanket near the end of the couch before draping it across your form. You turn red, not having the guts to tell him the real reason why you shivered. 

As the movie progresses, you steal glances at his profile. Blond hair effortlessly tousled, stubble adding a rugged look to him, his pronounced nose slightly crooked, likely due to it being broken before. He’s quite the looker, with a great personality to match. He looks over at you, catching you staring. Your gazes lock, looking deeply into his honeyed eyes. He smiles, before clearing his throat. “Would you like some bourbon?” You weren’t expecting that, but agree, him rising from his seat and making his way to a liquor cabinet, pouring you both a glass.

He hands you yours, taking a cautious sip. It goes down smoothly, warming your throat. You hum, thanking him, while he settles back into place. Immersing yourself once more, you don’t realize how much you’ve drank until the glass is empty. You set it down on the coffee table, the warmth now spreading throughout your body. He sets his down besides yours, having finished his own. His arm brushes your own as he sits back. You contemplate on asking him to cuddle, worrying your bottom lip. ���It’s just cuddling,’ you think, inhaling through your nose, taking a deep breath. “Could we, uh, cuddle?” You ask, grimacing at how unsure it sounds. He raises an eyebrow, “Is that what you really want, love?” Your body buzzes at the pet name, but you squish it down, nodding your head. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

Your body ignites at the sensation, nerve endings buzzing at his grip. ‘Bless your heart’ you say to yourself. It never occurred to you that you would be touch starved after all this time, but it’s made itself known. His cologne, the fabric of his shirt rubbing against you, his breath fanning out over your hair, small touches that feel so immense. You then notice the brush of his thumb, slightly rubbing at your waist. Heat surges downwards, like you’ve been set on fire. 

You don’t realize you’ve made a noise until you feel Simon tense up against you. “Everything alright? Do you want me to stop touching you?” He asks, beginning to pull away. “No!” You squeak out, face aflame. “It just…Feels really good? Ugh, sorry, you’re not even…I haven’t been touched in a long, long time. I didn’t know it would affect me like this,” You try to laugh it off, beginning to fidget under his gaze. He nods in understanding. “I’ve been like that as well, nothin’ to be bashful about,'' He says, shifting to face you, his firm grip steadfast.

“Y-yeah, I’m just more…Sensitive? Than I thought, I hope it isn’t bothering you,” You respond. His hand slides up to cup your jaw, large hands engulfing the side of your face. Your breath catches in your throat, frozen in place. “Not botherin’ me at all, love,” he mutters, studying your face. This close to him, you notice more details. Faint scars scattered across his face, likely due to his field of work. Feeling emboldened, you bring a hand to his face, tracing one that reaches from under one of his eyes to the top of his upper lip. He tenses again, watching your movements. 

Reaching his lips, you let your thumb graze across them, a huff of breath leaving Simon’s mouth, warming your finger. “Somethin’ you want, is there?” He whispers, pulling you closer. Liquid courage coursing through you, you ask, “Never got to properly thank you for your help at the store. Could I…?” You trail off, hoping he picks up what you’re putting down. He does, but that open ended question isn’t the exact wording he’s looking for. “Could you what, love? You can ask for it, can’t you?” 

Needing words of consent, you take a deep breath. “May I kiss you?” He smirks. “There you are.” He allows you to close the distance. At first, you give a peck to his cheek, before pressing your lips against his. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, clutching at his shirt. Simon threads his fingers through your hair, sighing against you. 

Oh God. You want him so badly, a profound yearning within your gut blooms throughout your body. Feeling desperate, your hands comb through his locks, a firm grip on them. He grunts, before tugging on yours, causing a rather loud moan to slip from your mouth. “P-Please, Simon. I want you,” You plead, breaking away to kiss along his jaw. He hums, “Good girl, using your words,” He pets your hair, his hand trailing from your hair down your back, fingertips light across your spine, sending a shiver through you.

His hand finds its destination, firmly grabbing your ass. You gasp out, arching against him. “Touch starved, are we?” He asks, chuckling. You whimper, grasping at his forearms, close to getting on your hands and knees to beg him to keep going, please please don’t stop. “Been needin’ someone to take care of you, yeah? Allow me, sweet girl.” You feel like igniting at his words, his sweet talk adding fuel to the ever growing heat inside your body.

His hands reach towards your upper back, locating the zipper on your dress. He hesitates, waiting for your approval which is given with a quick ‘yes yes yes’. Agonizingly slow, he pulls it down, before taking both hands and pulling at the sleeves to move the upper half away from your heated flesh.

Oh. You forgot you hadn’t worn a bra tonight, the dress having built in cups, you didn’t see the reason to, until now. Feeling bare under his burning gaze, you hunch over. “None of that now, love. S’just me,” He says, moving your arms away from your chest. Sitting upright again, you jut your chest out some, closing your eyes against his wandering stare, taking you in. “Gorgeous,” He whispers, fingers running along the slope of your left breast. 

Gasping, you stick your chest out more. You’re hoping he doesn’t need verbal approval, not trusting yourself to form cohesive thoughts at the moment. He continues, your reactions enough. His light touches are bordering on driving you feral, needing more. You squeeze his forearms, hoping he receives the message. He seems to understand, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand pinching the other. 

You cry out, sensation like lightning electrifying you. Your eyes roll back into your head, chanting, “Please please don’t stop, feel s’good, God, please keep going!” He obliges, sucking harder on your hardened nub while tugging on the other. You begin trembling. “W-wait, Simon, I think I’m–” A loud moan rushes out of you along with wetness, soaking your panties from suddenly squirting. A tug of your nipple between his teeth sent you careening over the edge into glory. Your orgasm spreads throughout your body, holding onto him for dear life.

Simon groans, pulling away. “Fucking hell. Cumming from me barely touching you.” He’s looking at you in wonder. He lays you back against the leather, pulling your dress off all the way. Left in just your soiled underwear, he soon pulls those down as well, moaning as he sees the mess you made. “Gonna be the death of me,” He mutters, pocketing the ruined panties. He quickly unbuttons his shirt, exposing his chest in all its grandeur. You bite your lip at the literal marble statue hovering over you, running your hands down his pecs and abs. 

You reach his slacks, tugging at his belt. He unbuckles said item, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. Now able to see his rather hefty cock straining against his underwear. You let out another whimper, legs automatically spreading open. “Goin’ to give you all you need, sweet girl. Being so good for me,” He says, running his hands up and down your legs, giving a reassuring squeeze to them. He kisses down your chest and stomach, touches soft and sweet. Reaching the apex of your thighs, his hands slot behind your knees, pushing your thighs against you, laid bare before him.

The passion in his eyes is so intense you have to look away, biting your lip. He tuts at you, “Want you to see this next part,” He says, directing your gaze back to him. He smiles, before suddenly a hot stripe of his tongue runs up, through your folds and to your clit. You toss your head back and yell, his chuckle vibrating against your pussy. Your legs are shaking even harder than before. Your words incoherent, you grasp at his hand, pulling him closer to your heat. ‘Good Lord, he’s a goddamn professional.’ Good to know your thoughts are still intact.

Your thoughts come to a standstill, Simon sliding a finger into your warmth. He swirls it around inside before adding another, crooking upwards while sucking on your clit. “Ah!” You’re thrown over that precipice again, legs clamping around his head. He pulls away, watching you shudder and convulse, wetness releasing from you once more. He grins, proud of his work. “Think you have one more in you, sweet girl,” He says, matter of factly, like he didn’t just remove your soul from your body twice in under ten minutes. 

He pushes your thighs further up this time, knees almost bracketing each side of your head. ‘Good God, this man is going to ruin me.’ You’re thankful your thoughts have returned for the moment, knowing your brain will be scattered again soon. He reaches down, pulling a condom from his wallet, slipping it on. “Ready for me?” He asks, lining himself up with your quivering hole, clenching around nothing for the moment. You nod. “Yes, yes, yes please,” you beg, shame be damned, needing Simon inside you now.

He slides in effortlessly, going achingly slow. The stretch is a lot, not surprising, though. It definitely matches in accordance with the rest of his body. He fully seats himself inside you, letting you adjust. “Please, move. Fuck me, Simon, need it so bad,” You’re able to form a coherent sentence, it rushing out of you near the end when Simon pulls out and glides back in. “Fuck, so tight, love. Feel so good, baby,” He moans out, picking up speed. Skin slapping against skin fills the quiet space, movie long over with. 

He’s hitting every single inch of you, rubbing just right. He leans over you, letting your legs drop. You take the opportunity to wrap them around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Simon brings you in for a searing kiss, rocking his hips into you, barely leaving you now. Your moans and panting are music to his ears, his own noises making you sing to the heavens. Reaching in between your bodies, he works your clit in unison with the grinding of his hips. “One more love, you can do it, there you go sweet girl, so good f’me,” He feels the rhythmic clenching around his cock and your squealing, reaching euphoria for the last time that night. He picks up the pace again, his thrusts soon stuttering as he reaches his own end, gasping and whimpering into your neck. 

He keeps himself propped up on his elbows while you both calm from the frenzied activity. As your breath evens out, he pecks your cheek, grinning. “Most proper thanks I’ve received,” He says, laughing at your widening eyes. “You–!” You swat at his chest, beginning to laugh yourself. He slides out, disposing of the condom before picking you up, carrying you to his bedroom. He sets you down on his silken black sheets, before laying next to you. You toss your leg over his before snuggling into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, feeling warm. You mumble a ‘Good night’ before drifting off, Simon not far behind you. Allowing himself to fall asleep cradling you in his arms. Feeling content and happy for the first time in a long while.

Tags: @dwkfan, spicy part two ♡

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[south-of-heaven]

Priestly x reader where reader is graduating from college and thinks her partners won’t be able to make it but they end up surprising her afterwards?

Graduate || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest

Summary: You're graduating college but sadly your partners can't be there because of work. You're in for a surprise.

The day you had been working toward for years had finally arrived – your college graduation day. You'd spent countless hours studying, attending lectures, and sacrificing your weekends for this moment. But there was one thing that had been weighing on your mind: your partners, Rhea and Damian, were unable to attend the ceremony due to their work commitments.

As you donned your cap and gown, adjusting the tassel of your graduation cap, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. You had wanted them to be there to witness this milestone in your life, to share in your joy.

The ceremony began, and you listened attentively to the speeches and the names being called as fellow graduates walked across the stage to receive their diplomas. Each step closer to your own turn filled you with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Finally, the moment arrived. Your name was called, and you made your way to the stage. With a proud smile on your face, you shook hands with the dean and received your diploma. It was official – you had graduated.

As you descended the stage, diploma clutched in your hand, you scanned the audience for familiar faces. But your heart sank a little when you didn't spot Rhea or Damian among the crowd. You pushed aside your disappointment and decided to make the best of it. After all, you had worked incredibly hard to reach this point.

You joined your fellow graduates in the lobby, where families and friends eagerly awaited to celebrate with their loved ones. You accepted hugs and congratulations from your classmates, trying your best to enjoy the moment. But deep down, you still wished that Rhea and Damian could have been there.

Just as you were about to head toward the exit, a familiar voice called your name. "Hey, love!"

You turned around in surprise, and there they were – Rhea and Damian, standing side by side, both with beaming smiles on their faces. They wore casual clothes, clearly having rushed over from work, and held a bouquet of flowers and a congratulatory banner between them.

You couldn't believe your eyes. "What? How!? You're supposed to be working!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with both joy and disbelief.

Rhea wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, while Damian leaned in to kiss your cheek. "We wouldn't miss this for the world," Rhea said, her voice filled with pride. "Congratulations, graduate!"

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you hugged them back tightly. In that moment, any disappointment you had felt earlier melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

"I can't believe you're here," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

"We wouldn't let you celebrate this moment alone," Damian replied, his eyes locked with yours.

Together, the three of you stood there, in the midst of the bustling crowd, reveling in the joy of your graduation. It might not have been a perfect plan, but it was the best surprise you could have asked for. With Rhea and Damian by your side, your heart swelled with happiness, and you knew that this was a memory you would cherish forever.

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[genericpuff]

I really am enjoying Lore Rekindled! I had a quick question: in the beginning of the latest episode, Hades makes a casual remark referring to himself as successor as the god of time and doesn’t seem fazed. Is that part of how he copes with his past or have you changed his backstory a little? Or maybe he just doesn’t think about it much cuz it’s been so long? I was just a bit curious. Thank you thank you!

"Successor" in this case was frankly the best word I could come up with to describe his relationship with Kronos as his backstory concerning his creation is mostly linked to Rhea, a fertility goddess who created her children on her own despite Kronos' disapproval.

Humor is also definitely a hell of a coping mechanism 💀😆

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled ama

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki and female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Warnings: smutty, protected sex and it might end differently than you expect, contains fluff, angst, morally grey stuff, and uncertainty

Note: this chapter got a bit long (~6.7k words) but I didn't know where to cut

About two hours later, you arrived at the premium five-star hotel in Manhattan. Walker had driven you there and was now opening the limousine's door for you. Loki left the car first and nodded in thanks to Walker before he offered you his hand helping you to get out of the limousine's backseat. You straightened the blazer of your trouser suit and asked him for a minute alone with Walker. Loki walked a few steps away from you two to give you the space to talk to Walker undisturbed.

“You know what to do, y/n? In case he does anything you dislike and doesn't stop doing it?” Walker questioned quietly.

“Yes, pushing the emergency number on my phone,” you answered calmly.

“Right. Please, place it close to you in reachable distance. If you call me, I'll be there in under a minute.”

“Thank you, Walker. You'll be waiting here for me, right?”

“Yes, Ma'am. I'm here. After your date ends, at midnight at the latest, I'll await you within 30 minutes as usual. If you're not back right in time, I'll be looking for you. Promised. Take care, y/n.”

You nodded at Walker and your mouth formed a silent ‘thank you’ and you gave him a shy smile. You felt a bit embarrassed because he knew exactly why you were here and what you were going to do here next. He also knew it was the first time you would spend intimate hours with a client. But Walker was your protector, your support since you worked as an escort lady and he would never judge you.

Loki guided you through the entrance hall to the lift. When you stood beside him in the lift he saw your hands trembling. You were nervous, and so was he. Was this your first time, too? Having paid sex in a hotel? You were an escort lady and you didn't answer his question concerning this issue and it wouldn't be unusual or bad if you'd done it before. He had casual sex with several women, too…but not paid sex yet. But he didn't mind. He just wanted to be together with you and he just hoped you weren't afraid of him. He would never hurt you.

You were so nervous and tried not to show him how much. You wanted to be self-confident and tempting for him. That's what he would pay for and he deserved first-class treatment from you.

“Come,” you said to him when the lift had reached the floor where your room was and took him by his hand. His hand felt good and soft and somehow it took some of your nervousness away.

You opened the door with the keycard and entered the spacious suite. Pure luxury welcomed you two. A comfortable king-size bed with many fluffy cushions and an oversized duvet made of silk, across from the bed a big sofa, and a coffee table with a bowl filled with exotic fruits. A golden champagne bucket with a bottle of the best champagne, next to it a bottle of the best Scottish whisky and of course, two champagne glasses and two whisky tumblers were also placed on the table. Dimmed lights created a comfortable atmosphere and an amazing view over downtown Manhattan through two floor-to-ceiling window fronts crowned this luxury suite.

Next to the bed stood a vanity table and a chair, your small travel bag already waiting there for you, non-visibly and discreetly next to the vanity table. You had some personal things in it, things like spare clothes, additional lingerie, condoms, cigarettes and some toiletries. You stored the bag at REA a few days ago after you had told Rhea you were bookable for the weekends now too. In case you would spend unforeseen intimate hours with a client, Rhea could bring it there and prepare the suite for the tryst. She preferred to do it herself for her escort ladies to ensure that everything was perfectly prepared for them. The suite also enclosed a first-class bathroom with a big bathtub for two and a half-open shower, big enough to dance in it. It also had a floor-to-ceiling window and the view over Manhattan was breathtaking.

While Loki crossed the room to look out of the window you took some things out of your bag. You draped your black kimono with lace-trimmed sleeves over the back of the chair and a bottle of lube and condoms on the nightstand. In long, slow strides Loki went from the floor-to-ceiling windows over to you and took the bottle of lube from the nightstand into his hand. His hand was so big and the bulging veins were such a turn-on for you that you had to suppress a whimper. Did you ever find veiny hands that sexy?

Loki raised an eyebrow. ”Will we need that?” he asked, astonished.

“Depends on how wet you can get me,” you answered with your arms crossed and a smirk curved his lips because of your sassy undertone.

“No one complained so far,” he responded, still smirking and looking deep into your eyes. Gosh, this guy could undress you with just his gaze.

“If you say so,” you said and walked slowly over to the coffee table. You poured some of the whisky into the tumblers and passed one to Loki who already walked over to you.

“Cheers, handsome,” and you raised your glass. You definitely needed a whisky now to calm your nerves down. Loki raised his glass as well and took a sip, never breaking eye contact with you. This gaze…

“We should talk about the conditions now, the rules we have. Do you agree?”

You didn't want to beat around the bush and clarify this issue quickly.

Loki took a seat on the sofa, one arm placed on the backrest and crossed one leg over the other. “Okay, you start,” he offered you.

You took a deep breath. You were trembling inwardly and before you gave him your clear rules and limits you took a further sip of your drink. The whisky slowly warmed your stomach.

“Okay, here we go. I won't do any perverse shit or hard-core sex. No slaps or spanking, no degrading, no anal sex. I won't suck your dick or swallow your sperm. You can go rough on me but you won't get brutal. No extensive foreplay and you will use a condom. No kissing! You won't kiss me on my mouth, you won't kiss any part of my face. Don't you dare mark me in any way! I'm not your property and my body stays markless. You're not my only client and my body is my asset. If you do anything during the act I don't like, I'll let you know and you'll stop doing it. A no is a no. In case you violate my rules, I'll end our fuck session immediately.” You took a deep breath again, awaiting his reaction to your statement. Your heart raced as if you had run a marathon.

“Any questions?”

Loki stared silently at you, processing every single word you had said. You had been very clear and he understood and accepted your rules and boundaries. He still had some questions because maybe one or two of his rules would collide with one of yours. He also wondered what you were thinking he wanted to do to you. He hadn't even thought about most of the things you said. Yes, he preferred being in control and he was dominant, which didn't mean he disliked the gentle way of sex. But maybe you had different experiences.

“What about some…kinky stuff?” He asked you cautiously.

“Depends on the kink, I'd say. But I have a limited scope for negotiation,” you answered firmly, looking into his eyes. You were still standing at the coffee table and he, still sitting on the sofa, continued staring at you.

“What about a blindfold?” He wanted to know.

"Negotiable."

“Soft bondage?” He took a sip of his whisky.

“What do you want to tie up?” You questioned, irritated.

“Your wrists,” he said, his voice deep and warm.

“No and non-negotiable,” you answered calmly but strictly.

“I don't want you to touch me or my naked skin during the act. That's why I need your wrists tied up. And I want to blindfold you because I don't want you to look at me while we fornicate. Furthermore, I'm always in control and as I already told you, I'm not a tender lover which also means I don't do aftercare,” Loki responded firmly, his voice dark and raspy. “But I'll treat you carefully and with respect,” he said more softly now. “You can rely on it.” His voice was so dark and soft, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Why am I not allowed to touch you?” you were curious about that. Men liked to get touched.

“Why am I not allowed to kiss you?”

“I asked first.”

“I find it unpleasant. I don't really enjoy getting touched especially when it comes to my naked skin, my face or my hair. To get touched there, particularly by a woman I'm not in a relationship with, is too intimate and I don't want that."

That was only halfway true. He knew he could never stand your touch, he would completely lose it, when you would caress his body. And also he would probably kiss the heck out of you, you were too hard to resist. He wanted nothing more than to feel your soft lips on his. But you had forbidden him to kiss you and he had to accept it.

“For me, to kiss a man on his mouth or to get my mouth kissed by him means to be in love with each other. We're not in love with each other, Luke. We're far away from that.”

You sounded harsher than you wanted but you knew if you'd kiss him or he'd kiss you, there would be no way back. And you should better not forget you still had a professional relationship with him.

“That's true, I've nothing to add,” he responded affirmatively.

“Fine, guess that answers that.”

You emptied your whisky and it would be the first and last whisky for tonight. You had to keep your senses clear. You took off your blazer and kicked off your high heels. It was such a relief but you suppress a redemptive sigh. You needed to feel a bit more comfortable before you could go on. Loki's gaze wandered down your body and he couldn't even imagine how much your feet must hurt from these ‘little beasts’. He liked that name you had for your high heels. He appreciated that you wore them for him and accepted the pain they caused. He loved you wearing them, they looked extremely sexy but he didn't want you to suffer for him. He could give you a proper foot massage, that would be a bare minimum he could do for you. Did it count for you as foreplay? If so, he better shouldn't do it.

“Okay, Luke, you can blindfold me if it makes you feel more comfortable but my wrist and hands remain free.”

It was okay for you to not see him but you needed your hands to be untied in case you had to end a possible unacceptable situation or to reach for your phone. You won't discuss it.

“I offer you to put my hands above or behind my head and to keep them there. I promise you I won't touch you,” you told him.

You'd love to run your fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp and tugging at his dark locks. They looked so soft.

“I don't know you well enough to trust you with that. And I cannot allow you to touch me.” Loki placed the whisky tumbler on the coffee table and leaned back again. He looked sceptically at you.

You chuckled in disbelief and placed your hands on your hips. “But I have to trust you with that blindfold, huh? I don't know you well enough either. I cannot even see what you're doing once you're settled between my legs and… fucking me, or what you're doing before that.”

A frustrated laugh escaped your throat. “So we have to find a compromise, Mr. Luke Larsson.” You made a pause. “I allow you to blindfold me and you allow me to keep my hands above my head without tying my wrists… Do we have a deal?” you wanted to know, waiting for his answer.

Loki considered your offer and he couldn't find an argument against it because you were right. He couldn't demand everything from you when he wasn't willing to give something in return. Trust has never been his biggest strength but in your case, it seemed possible for him to trust you with that matter. And damn it, he wanted you so much. He was on edge since you tried to entice him at the gallery so he nodded slowly.

“We have a deal, Miss Sugar Black,” and a mischievous smile curved his lips.

You turned around and went towards the vanity table and sat down on the chair. You took your cigarettes and a lighter out of your bag and onto the table, and you prepared your phone and held it in your hand.

“There are two more things, Luke. I'll keep my phone close to me and our tryst ends at midnight sharp. Got it?”

Slowly like a panther on the way to hunt his prey he stood up from the sofa, took his jacket off and walked over to the bed where you just put your phone on the bedside table.

Loki was already behind you when you stood straight again, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Fine with me,” he murmured. His deep voice made you shiver.

“Is this okay for you?”, he wanted to know while his fingers circled gently on your shoulders.

You tilted your head a bit and you felt his nose nudging your earlobe. He was so gentle. “Yes, it's okay for me, Luke.”

“You always smell so good, Sugar,” and he sniffed your neck. It was tickling you and you tried not to giggle.

“Want me to run a bath for you, for relaxation…I could join you,” you offered him sweetly.

“No, I'm used to bathing alone… do you really want to get laid by me, Sugar?” He whispered into your ear.

“Yeah, I want it, Luke, I want you.” It was the truth and you wouldn't back down. You wanted him more than you thought. He nibbled at your earlobe and down your throat, gently as a feather. You could barely hold back a whimper and you bit on your lower lip.

“I have wanted it since I got to know you, sweet thing. Perhaps I knew it all along, just wouldn't admit it to myself. Does it scare you?” His hands wandered down your arms and his mouth lingered on the skin of your neck, his breath fanning along your throat. Your body was immediately covered in goosebumps. The firm muscles of his torso were tightly pressed against your back, his hard-on pressed against your ass.

“No, other things scare me more and they have nothing to do with you.” Your voice wasn't more than a whisper.

“I want to show you pleasure, sweet thing, pleasure you've never felt before,” His voice was pure velvet, his breathing calmly and evenly.

“You don't know that, you don't know me, Luke” you answered silently.

“I can sense it, Sugar. The way your body responded to mine when we danced, how it responds to mine now and the way you look at me, gives it away. But I won't force you, I only take what you're willing to give me.”

How could you deny him? You have never met anyone like him. Dark, arrogant, magnetic, seductive, hot as hell but also caring, gentle and interested without being intrusive. He scared you sometimes, with his piercing stare right into your soul, his whole behaviour and his subtle possessiveness, the way he had held you in his arms and grabbed your wrist as if you were his. You should be completely terrified by him but you weren't. You maybe should stay away from him but you couldn't. You were aroused in a way you had never been before and you wished for nothing more than spending more time, more dates with him. But he might not book you again after tonight after he finally had you in the sheets and his carnal desires were satisfied. You wanted to give yourself to him even if you knew you might not satisfy him or be able to feel the pleasure he promised you.

Loki was so hard already and he wished he had more time with you. Your soft body closely pressed against his, felt so perfect and he wanted to enjoy every minute with you to the fullest but time was ticking. He didn't know how long he would last tonight. He hadn't been with a woman for too long and you were so cute and seductive. He saw you unbuttoning your blouse and he helped you to take it off. Your trousers followed and then you were just in your white lace underwear. You slowly turned around to face him. You curled one arm around his neck, and with your other hand, you began to unbutton his shirt, the silk scarf still around his neck. He would use it later for another purpose. At your sight in that white lace, he could hardly restrain himself. You looked so innocent and enticing at the same time. When you had unbuttoned his shirt completely you tugged it out of his slacks and unbuckled his belt. His hands lingered on your hips when you cupped his still-clothed but rock-hard manhood and felt him throbbing in your hand.

“How do you want me?” you asked him so gently that he couldn't believe you just did a job here and how easy you made it for him to forget about that. He slipped one of the straps of your bra off your shoulder, pushed it down your arm and caressed your skin tenderly. He felt you shivering. He hoped you weren't scared.

“I want you on the bed, on your back. ”

“I want to leave my bra on,” you whispered.

“No problem, sweet thing and I leave my shirt on,” he answered, holding your gaze and giving you a little smile.

Loki laid you gently down on the bed. He looked so unbelievably sexy with his open shirt. His chiselled chest with the right amount of soft, curly chest hair, his defined abs and his trimmed happy trail beneath his belly button made your mouth watering and you wanted to lick and bite every inch of his perfect torso. His whole body was pure sin but you weren't allowed to touch his naked torso.

You were relieved that you could leave your bra on. It lets you feel less vulnerable and more safe. You couldn't really explain it but you felt better with your bra on. Maybe it was the same for him with his shirt. When you lay down on the bed, he followed you promptly. You were on your back as he asked you to do. He laid on his side right next to you, propped up on one elbow and cupping your breast, his thumb tenderly teasing your nipples through the lace, one after the other. They hardened instantly under his touch and it let your clit throb with desire and your arousal drenched your thong. He stripped his scarf from his neck and you knew what would follow.

“Are you ready, Sugar?” You nodded yes. “I need your words, sweet thing,” he demanded.

“Yes,” it was more of a squeak, you could barely speak because of desire and nervousness. But you were sure he'd stay true to his words and would not harm you. He covered your eyes with his scarf and tied the ends behind your head above your hair bun together, avoiding too much pressure on your eyes. You were afraid and aroused at the same time. Was that even possible?

“Hands above your head… don't move them and don't remove the blindfold from your eyes.” he stated.

“I won't, I promise,” you answered silently.

You felt him leaving the bed to get rid of his shoes, socks, his trousers and underwear. His shirt stayed on, he just rolled up the sleeves. He came back to you and laid down again. You expected him to quickly fuck you but he took his time with you. You felt his engorged cock pressed against your thigh. He must be aching for relief, he must've been on edge the whole evening …just because of you. You should give him his relief soon, you didn't want to torture him further. You spread your legs for him so he could settle between them. But he made no effort to penetrate you immediately.

He didn't kiss any part of your body. You just felt his nose and his mouth brushing softly over your skin. He started at your throat down to your cleavage, dipping down between the swell of your breasts, further down to your belly button and your hips, his hands slowly sliding down your sides. In one swift move he pulled your thong down and you lifted your legs so he could get it off of you completely. He grazed his lips over your pubic mound and you voluntarily spread your legs for him again and you felt his soft mouth on your pussy lips. Goosebumps, all over your body were goosebumps. Your nipples were hardened further and you suppress a moan. He gave your clit a few gentle licks before he made his way upwards again over your tummy to your throat and your ear.

Everything felt so much more intense because you were robbed of one of your senses and his wonderful scent added to your arousal. You didn't expect such feelings, you didn't expect such tender treatment. Luke could do anything to you but he was patient and careful. You weren't used to it and it irritated you, not in a bad way though but you were just used to quickies or a man just having it his way. Why must he be so tender and caring, you could barely handle it and you should better not get used to it because he wasn't yours and you would likely never see him again after tonight. You were glad you couldn't look at him. If you could look into his beautiful eyes it would be your undoing and you couldn't allow this to happen.

“Are you sure you want this? Do I still have your consent?” He whispered into your ear.

“Yes, go on.” You said it harsher than you intended to.

He got up on his knees and shifted to the side. You immediately missed his warmth and his body close to yours. You heard him unfoil a condom and shortly after, he caged you beneath him and you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. Why were you so wet? Have you ever been so wet? You never became that wet so quickly. And there hadn't been much foreplay. You didn't even need the lube. What was wrong with you?

“May I?”

“Yes, just go on,” you said impatiently. You were irritated because of your bodily reaction you didn't expect in this situation.

“Don't move your hands, Sugar! Don't even think about touching me!” he murmured darkly.

“And you don't even think about kissing me!” You responded.

“Do I have your consent?” He questioned again.

“Why are you asking again? You talk too much!” you whispered.

“Just to be sure,” he growled.

“Keep going before I change my mind,” you growled quietly back.

When he carefully penetrated you, slowly and inch by inch, a deep moan escaped your mouth you didn't know you were capable of. You had never felt that full and it felt good. Unfortunately, it felt good and when he began to move in and out of you, it felt even better. No, no, no you shouldn't enjoy it, you shouldn't allow yourself to like it that he made you feel good. And anyway he wouldn't last very long, would he? Just two or three minutes more and he would be done. That's the way it always has been in former relationships. You were used to being left high and dry. You weren't even in a relationship with Luke, he was just your client so how dare he give you that good feeling? And he made it worse with his nose in the crook of your neck, his toneless moans and his chest rubbing over your breasts, his thumb teasing your nipples. You should distract yourself, should be possible for two or three minutes.

Did you do your laundry? Was there enough milk in the fridge for your coffee in the morning? Did you already buy new shampoo and body lotion? Another moan of pleasure escaped your throat when you felt his cock moving deep inside of you, hitting a spot you didn't know existed. How dare he distract you from your distraction? And why did his soft skin feel so damn good on yours? And when did you wrap your legs around his waist?

You had to end it immediately, you couldn't stand this good feeling anymore. There was only one way to do it. You were an expert in it. An ability honed over the years. The reasons had been different ones but you knew how to do it. You faked it. You let your walls willingly clench around his sensitive cock. You knew he was close, it seemed it had been a while since he fucked with someone. So it took him just two more strokes and a faked moan of pleasure of yours and he came hard. If you know how to clench your cunt around the dick and if you moan just right, they go crazy. That's how it worked, that's what always led to success. You gave him a short moment before you pushed him off you, pulling the blindfold hurriedly off of your eyes, throwing it aside and standing up from the bed.

You grabbed your kimono from the back of the chair and covered your body with it by taking it on and tying its belt. Your job was done and he had to go now. No aftercare, no small talk, as agreed. Your cunt was still throbbing, unsatisfied lust running through your body. But this feeling was nothing new to you. The feeling of having fooled him was worse than the feeling of being unsatisfied. You grabbed your cigarette pack and lighter from the vanity table and lit up a cigarette. You had given up smoking several years ago but now you were having the urgent need to take a drag and inhale the unhealthy stuff to calm the bad feeling down with it.

Loki didn't know how much he was in need of carnal satisfaction. Of course, he jerked off regularly under the shower or on his bed but it wasn't as satisfying as burying himself into the warmth of a wonderful woman, a woman like you. Your skin was so soft and your scent was so beguiling. A mixture of roses in the summer rain and honey. He wasn't allowed to kiss your lips or your pretty face so he just let his lips travel down over your gorgeous, tempting body and when he reached your most intimate part and you opened your thighs for him further, he gave your clit just a few gentle licks. You had already been so wet without him giving you a proper, deserved preparation before claiming you completely. You tasted so good and deliciously sweet, he'd love to have more of it, more of you but you didn't want extensive foreplay which he accepted.

He wasn't sure but you seemed to enjoy your intimate encounter, he could tell because of how your body reacted to him but something felt odd. It seems you forbid yourself sexual pleasure. He wasn't used to it because normally when he pleasured a woman they wanted him to give them endless pleasure and the sweetest fulfilment. But maybe he shouldn't forget that you were doing a ‘job’ here. You surely thought this here was just about him, getting satisfied in every way but it wasn't how he saw it. He wanted you to feel good too. At least he hoped you felt safe with him and that you wouldn't hate him afterwards.

When you unconsciously wrapped your beautiful legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, allowing him to get deeper, it was nearly his undoing. He had dreamt of it since he had seen you for the first time and to feel you doing it sent him nearly over the edge. It didn't take him long and he came hard when he felt you suddenly clenching around him but he could've sworn your climax wasn't that close. Shortly after he came you pushed him away and he felt kind of irritated but he didn't mind, he told you he doesn't do aftercare. Just the act, nothing more. But to his own surprise, it would've felt nice to stay a bit longer in that intimate position.

“Are you okay?" He asked you thoughtfully, still lying on the bed and catching his breath.

“Yeah, of course,” you tried to sound lighthearted but Loki doubted it.

He got out of bed, picked up his underwear from the floor and headed for the bathroom to clean himself. You were still smoking your cigarette, fidgeting nervously with it.

“My performance wasn't sublime and a little bit disappointing for you, wasn't it?” He said when he returned from the bathroom. He and he asked you that question as if you had booked him for sex. It wasn't his obligation to satisfy you. It was your job and your obligation to satisfy him.

“What?” You looked astonished.

“Your orgasm.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned him, irritated.

“Your orgasm. ..you faked it,” he said.

“I didn't," you said unbelievingly and appalled. He had noticed it? How? “You came good and hard, right?” You answered a bit annoyed. You had to keep your walls up. You had to keep your feelings out.

“That's not the point, Sugar.”

“That is exactly the point, handsome. I did my job and apparently I did it well.”

You glanced at him. Could he please get completely dressed again? This guy just dressed in an unbuttoned shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black briefs wasn't just distracting you, it also made you want to snuggle up to him.

“Did you enjoy it at least a little bit? I don't want you to feel used,” he asked concernedly.

You gave him no answer. You enjoyed it much more than you were ready to admit.

Frowning and smirking unbelievingly, Loki walked past you to sit down on the end of the bed, resting his forearms on his thighs and staring at your back. He hated cuddling and cuddling after sex even more but he wanted to hug you and keep you in his arms. Why didn't you tell him if you had enjoyed it or not?

“Who did this to you? Who hurt you so much?”

“Why would you want to know that?”

“Maybe because I care about you.”

“Mind your own business, Luke. We just had sex. This here has nothing to do with love or care or anything like that. I just expanded my service for you. I neither need love nor am I looking for it. I don't need a savior. I need money and I work for it, that's all,” you dragged on your cigarette, turned around and looked provocatively at him, blowing the smoke out. He looked devastatingly sexy with his rumpled, open shirt and tousled black curls. You just wanted to hug and kiss him. But both would violate your rules.

“Everyone has their secrets, Luke. You have yours and I have mine and there's nothing to complain about. We owe each other nothing. This is a business relationship and we both got what we wanted. You pay for me and I give you my time and my body. I'm sure you're done with me now. Thank you for booking me,” you said bitterly.

“What makes you think I don't want to see you again? Do you think so badly of me? Did I treat you that disrespectfully?” He asked you silently, your words stinging in his chest.

“No, no you didn't. It's not you, it's me. I'm an escort lady who is also a call girl now. I cannot fall any deeper. So why should you care about me? Maybe you'd like to try someone else now because I couldn't fulfil your expectations tonight. Some other lovely escort ladies are working for REA…” You suppressed the upcoming tears and swallowed hard on the lump in your throat.

There was so much pain and sadness in your voice, that it made Loki's heart clench painfully in his chest.

“That's not how I see it, Sugar. And I can assure you I don't want to meet any other escort lady… just you. You shouldn't speak so badly about yourself because… it's not the truth. Whatever happened to you and caused this dreadful situation… You're a fallen angel, someone has broken your wings and if I ever find this cruel prick who hurt you so much, I'll kill him.” Loki stated, his voice full of compassion.

“Don't make any promises you'll never keep, Luke. ” You struggled to make your voice work. “It's not midnight yet but I want you to go now...please,” you asked of him.

“Can I really leave you alone? I could…,”

“I'm good,” you interrupted him quickly, “don't worry. Walker will drive me home so no need for you to worry about me.”

“What exactly is Walker for you? Is he your bodyguard? He protects you, right?” Loki questioned.

He began to dress himself while questioning. It was like a reverse strip. How could someone be so sexy? How was it even possible to get dressed in a sexy manner?

“He is my chauffeur, my chaperone, my life assurance in case someone becomes a menace,” you told him calmly.

“I'm genuinely glad to hear that.”

“Yes, I feel much better knowing he's there for me.” You answered genuinely.

“I feel much better with that, too,” Loki said and put his jacket on. He headed to the suite door and turned around to look at you.

“Can I ask you one last question?” You shrugged and nodded.

“Do you believe in love, Sugar?” You hesitated with the answer.

“Do you, Luke?”

“I already told you, no, I don't.”

“And I don't either. I don't believe in love anymore. Someone has destroyed it for me. Love is overrated…and sex too.” You tried to smile and look self-confident.

“Is that so Sugar?” He asked you sadly.

You smiled softly at him and shrugged a shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes. You glanced at him, searching for the right words but unfortunately, you couldn't find them.

Loki made an effort to open the door and you swallowed thickly before you found your voice again.

“Luke…You have a completely wrong image of yourself. You might be dominant but…You are a tender lover. Thank you for being so…careful. And I'm sure there's someone out there to love you. But it's not me.” He could barely hear you because you ou spoke so quietly.

Loki smiled unbelievingly at you and opened the door.

“Good night, Sugar. Take care.” He said calmly.

“Good night, Luke,” you answered silently, tears brimming painfully in your eyes and with a soft thud he closed the door and was gone.

You allowed two tears to escape your eyes, wiped them angrily away, and opened your tight hair bun. You got a headache from it. You would take a quick shower, it wouldn't take you longer than fifteen minutes to get ready and then, Walker would drive you home. You weren't sure if you would find sleep tonight. There were too many thoughts in your mind. You felt just exhausted now. You took off your kimono and the bra, dropped them on the floor, and headed for the bathroom. After the hurried shower, you got dressed into the fresh clothes that were stored in your bag and put every piece of your worn clothes, the high heels, and your other belongings into the bag. There was also a package of biscuits in it but you would look for it on your way down to the limousine. It was time to go now and you left the hotel suite.

While walking through the streets of Manhattan in the middle of the night, Loki couldn't stop thinking about you. He always refused to gain too much feelings for a girl but with you, it was something completely different. He wasn't overly proud of what he did tonight. He lusted for you, wanted you but now he felt bad. Not for himself, but for you. Was it right to take your offer? He had used you, he took advantage of your situation you were in. That's how it felt for him now. He had your consent and he knew you wanted it too. He was a skilled lover, always striving to satisfy his sexual partner but he wasn't even able to do that for you. He wished you would've enjoyed it but maybe by taking your offer, he had just added more to your desperation and the difficult situation you were stuck in.

You had told him you would only escort him and then, you reversed your decision. Why? Because you lusted for him or liked him as a person? Surely not. He needed to find out why you needed more money because to sleep with a client meant to get more money than just escorting them. After sleeping with you he felt more worried about you. Maybe this was intrusive but he wanted to help you. His inner turmoil got the better of him and something about you touched his heart. On his way to hail a taxi on his way home, he recognised that he was missing his scarf.

‘Damn,’ he scolded himself. Turning on his heels, he walked hurriedly back to the hotel. When Loki left the lift, he hurried down the hallway with long steps back to the suite. Maybe you were still there and you could open him so he could get his scarf back. A woman walked past him when he was on his way back to the suite, casually dressed in jeans, an oversized black blazer and trainers, busily looking for something in a bag, her head deeply stuck in it, her hair covering her face. She paid no attention to him when he greeted her and he kept walking. He knocked at the door and waited for a minute or two but no one answered or opened the door. You must've been gone already. If you say yes to a further date with him he could ask you if you took his scarf with you and you surely would give it back to him. Or he would ask tomorrow at the reception desk if the housekeeping staff found his scarf.

When you left the entrance hall of the hotel, Walker was already awaiting you. He had just driven the limousine to the entrance of the hotel and opened the car's door for you. You tossed your bag on the backseat and got in the car. Walker rounded the limousine, got into the car himself, started the engine and you fastened your seat belt. You hadn't found the biscuits in the depths of your bag and now you didn't feel like looking for it anymore. You didn't even feel like listening to music anymore so you took your earplugs out and put them into the pocket of your blazer. You leaned your forehead against the glass of the side window and stared at the glittering lights of Manhattan by night. Walker observed you through the rear-view mirror.

“Are you all right, y/n?” he asked concernedly.

You turned your head towards his gaze in the mirror and nodded.

“Yes, I'm ok, Walker, thank you,” and you leaned your head against the glass again.

“Mr.Larsson…, was he good to you?”

“Yeah, … yeah he was,” you answered silently, and you kept staring at the passing city lights.

“Good. He seems to me to be a man with decency and manners.”

“He's wonderful, Walker. He was the best,” and you fought against the tears in your eyes. You couldn't allow yourself to like him too much. ‘Do not fall in love with a client. Do not gain feelings for someone who would never be yours.’ You didn't even know if you would ever see Luke again.

Maybe it was too late already, maybe you had already gained feelings for him. The worst case might have already happened. You might not be able to draw a line between sex and love. Well, you guessed that's what you'd call an occupational hazard.

You should stay away from him but you wished to see him again. Even though you might not be able to keep pretending everything between you two is just professional business.

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[changingplumbob]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose a sim of your own that you consider your/a fave, then choose one sim from three (or more!) different simblrs, now imagine what those sims would be like in a room together? Who's walking out first? Who's staying the longest? Who would get along? Who wouldn't get along at all? Elaborate as much or as little as you'd like :) (p.s please feel free to share this to others, anon or not, and feel free to use the hashtag " SQOTD "! I love seeing everyone's answers and reading them makes my day ~ 💛 ) (p.p.s I saw you ask for the best friend ask, be on the lookout for that sometime soon :))

Oh my gosh I have so many ideas I'll have to put them under a cut!

Brunch Date

First up we're going BIG! I'm talking time to ship up every single member of the York family to go and meet the Alegria family by @matchalovertrait! Wouldn't be too massive of a trip though since we're mostly all in Tartosa.

I suspect Devin and Dulce would get along. I think Aaron would probably be a bit too pompous for Erick to maintain a conversation with. I'm guessing Noemi would probably not mind talking to Calista since they're both family and career women. Angel would probably be the one helping Joey make sure Alfred and Rilian are having fun.

Supernatural Hang out

Sending my werewolf Samir, his boyfriend Reece, and the Knightstone's to try and make friends...

They would be meeting up with Caleb and Morgan by @marcishaun, as well as Lou and Lux by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants.

As well as Priscilla, Tony and Moumou by @eljeebee and the Bohan family by @aliengirl.

First up Moumou (who's a cat if you didn't know) would be surrounded by all the younger sims. The youngest would probably just all be sitting there making imitation cat noises. I like to think Silas would be interested to meet Carina and Orion and have a million questions about how they manage to look both human and alien at the same time.

Blue would tell Adam how he carried a pregnancy and Adam would storm off in horror for several reasons. First off Adam doesn't want more kids. Plus he's hot headed. Then of course Adam hates UFO aliens getting humans pregnant and would probably feel like the tale hits to close to home, even though Rhea and Blue made their kids with love. Suzanna however would be fascinated to learn about the process.

Priscilla would likely try to cheer up Caleb about being a vampire while Tony would probably try to impart some wisdom about being a human in love with an immortal to Morgan.

Let's be real Samir would probably sit there brooding the entire time but Reece would undoubtedly be chatting at a million miles an hour with Lou and Lex to try and learn all he could about real werewolves.

EDIT: I forgot my main point which is I think most of them would enjoy talking about plants and gardening and nature.

Animal Get Together

Cluckton would be hanging out in a park with Matilda from @sharona-sims...

Le Chat by @akitasimblr, Nougat by @kissalopa and Daisy by @lauralovelysims

They would get up to mysterious animal things

Universes Collide

Amiyah and her siblings by @deardiaryts4 are invited to the Chopra Homestead!

I would invite the other Rahul but I think things could get awkward if Amiyah's parents show up considering her Cassandra is best friends with the woman who married and then divorced Rahul...

I think Amiyah would spend the time trying to teach Savannah and Mercedes how to dance and would probably give them several make overs. Cassandra would find it fascinating to meet these alternate universe Rahul offspring where as Rahul would probably be a bit creeped out.

Casual Drinks!

Sending Joey to meet the infamous Ben Ben by @slightly-ludic for a night on the town! You know Ben needs a drink after that Jungle Adventure!

Of course we're also inviting Astrid by @simmerbeans and Stan and Milena by @stargazer-sims.

A lot of the talk would revolve around travel and what different countries are like. I think Astrid would love talking to Ben and Stan, Joey would do his best to comment on the conversation but secretly be eyeing up whatever single ladies are in the bar. Of course Joey and Ben would say some dopey stuff earning them eyerolls from the other three. I think the younger ones would benefit from time with Stan and Milena though, get some life lessons.

#SQOTD #sims 4 #simblr #the sims #Hope you like my mini essay

[rhodesrider]

Hey could you do more mafia Judgment day x little! Reader????

Little One

Cg! Judgement Day x Little! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Visible age regression, visible violence and aggression around the regresseed, cussing, nicknames

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Y/N was humming along to her music while putting ingredients in the blender preparing for her Saturday. She scrunched her nose at the veggies that ones of her caregivers told her to put in but she didn’t feel like getting a lecture, so she just did as told. She grabbed a few leaves of spinach and kale and dropped them in the container tooting her nose up like they were poison. She continued her quest of putting in fresh mangos and pineapples, ice and some juice to balanced it out. Her song ended and soon she heard the muffled screams that she was drowning out before. She looked over seeing a man on the floor, tied up blindfolded, muffling for help hoping someone hears him. She was told to watch him,if he does anything stupid she calls one of them back in the living room. Her caregivers were having a meeting about the man. She simple stepped over him after she finished up putting her smoothie in a cup and Bluetooth her headphones to the tv. She turned on her program and enjoyed her time watching her shows while the captive still screamed desperately for help in front of her.

The door clicked opened and heavy footsteps could be heard, the body down below wiggled more. Y/N didn’t hear the aggressive screaming but saw the movement looking down at it. She looked was greeted by kisses on her face making her giggle and blush. She took off her headphones and looked up seeing it was Finn, one of her caregivers and Damien grabbing the body. “Next time munchkin, ask mama for help with the smoothie. You did good and I bet it tastes amazing but you forgot to clean up again.” She pouted at the statement but nodded since she was in her headspace. “What cha gonna do with the dummy?” She calls the people that they bring in for interrogation “dummies” since they show no face at all to her. “The dummy we will handle princess, thank you for watching him for us.” Damien gave Y/N kisses all on her face making her smile. She loves to help whenever she can. “When is mama gonna be ready? I wanna go to build a bear..” she asked looking at the two. Finn forgot to tell Rhea about Y/N wanting to get a new stuffed animal, she cursed under his breath and Damien rolled his eyes knowing it crossed Finn’s mind last minute and called Rhea.

Rhea was getting the tools ready with Dominik and JD. JD was still getting use to the room of screams and torture but that’s how they get info and stuff done. It was honest his first time meeting Y/N, he’s not permitted to speaking to her or anything but he knows that’s the crews girl. Rhea got the call and answered. She sighed cursing under her breath and hung up. “Dom I need to go get something I’ll be out for a while so help them with the fucker if you need to. Same as you JD.” “Ok mami.” Dom nodded and JD nodded as well watching her walk out. JD now has some courage to ask a few questions. “Hey so, about that girl I saw?” Dom looked up at him while he was texting. “What about her?” “Well who is that? No one is really telling me anything.” Dominik rolled his eyes and showed him his lockscreen. A picture of Y/N and him, she was sleeping on him during a car ride in his arms. “Oh so she’s your girl?” JD assumed. “No not just my baby , she’s also Damien’s princess, she’s even Finn’s munchkin, and Mami’s sweetheart.” He said casually. JD was still a bit confused. Seeing the look on his face, Dominik explained more. “We all take care of her, she’s been through a lot and we watch over her and love her equally. She diffuses a lot of anger in the house and she’s a really good person.” “So you have her around all this?” JD asked meaning all the killings the bodies and times where the people come over to talk about the drug exchanges. “We tried not to at first, we were hiding it the best we can. But literally one night when we were talking to a dude, she popped up outta nowhere where. Saying his screams were making it hard to sleep, she didn’t have her headphones on. We thought we were in trouble, and she wasn’t gonna fuck with us no more. But instead she went to the car and got her headphones, put them on and went to Rhea while she was in a chair watching and sat in her lap facing the other way putting on music falling asleep on her.” JD chuckled some, thinking it was kinda cute. “So she’s been around it before and ignores it-“ “Oh no she helps out too.” JD raised an eyebrow. “How?” Dom told him how Y/N wasn’t in her headspace like she usually was for once. “It was a dude that gives us fake money, and was trying to run away. But she saw what he looked like, that was a man that wasn’t the best towards her. He abused her and tried to sell her body. But she escaped.” JD remembered the story. “And someone shot him in the leg.” JD knew that someone was Y/N. “Her face was in so much anger, I’ve never seen it before. She even put one of our bandanas over her lower face to not be seen. Of course I wanted to intervene because it was just me and mami at the time, but she let her finish him off. After that I got the body in the car, and Y/N was silent the whole night. She cried when mami tried to check on her in the back, we both were worried but Y/N explained to us what happened.” JD soon heard the guys come in with the body. “Sorry for the delay, she wanted to make us smoothies.” Finn gave Dom a cup, and Damien gave JD a cup. “She made one for me?” He smiled some. “Yea she’s warming up to you.” Damien smiled. “Now about dude.” He pointed at the body on the floor by the door. “Let’s finish with him because princess wants a game night and I’m fixing to kick some ass in Mario kart.” Damien smirked. “Like hell you will.” Dom smirked back and got up getting ready for the interrogation. JD nodded and finished up his smoothie in two gulps putting the cup down getting back to business.

Later that night,

Y/N was holding her new hello kitty plushie, watching her caregivers and JD play the switch. Her eyes were starting to heavy and she yawned some. “First yawn of the night Cookie Monster!” Dominik tickled her some making her giggle and kiss her cheek. “So who do you want for your tuck in? Remember we go to the mall tomorrow morning.” Rhea reminded her. Y/N thought about it and pointed at JD and soon a weight was dropped on his chest looking at Damien. “Really? You don’t want me or Finny princess?” She shook her head no getting off Dom’s lap kissing his cheek first then one by one the rest of the crews saying goodnight. After she walked to her bedroom, they all looked at JD. He was shocked too. “I…I don’t know what to say..” he was nervous, what if he does something wrong? He’s still a newbie to the group he would hate to be dead. “Just read her a book till she falls asleep dude you got this.” Dom smiled. JD nodded and went upstairs after.

He walked her room that just resembles a gothic like princess theme. The walls were stone and the floor a plain white tile. Lights for comfort and her bed a giant king size, he was amazed. Y/N was in her bathroom changing in her night clothes stepped out jumping seeing him up here so quick. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s okies.” She said low and went over getting her stuffed animal and a book getting in her giant bed. He sat on the bed getting the book of 5 minute storybooks with Disney princesses inside. “Ok, nice choice. What princess you wanna hear about tonight?” She thought about it while fluffing her pillow. “I’m not sure…” she pouted not able to choose. JD smiled and closed his eyes pointing at the cover which had all the princesses on it. “Eenie meanie..mineie…” he blindly chose the princess Cinderella. “You want me to read Cinderella?” She nodded as she started to get comfy and had her stuffed animal ready.

Finn went upstairs to see what JD was up to, soon hearing heavy snoring. Knowing Y/N doesn’t snore like that, he peeked in and saw both her and JD sleep in the bed, he had his arm around her protecting her even. Finn rolled his eyes and closed the door, letting the two sleep. “He’s knocked out along with her.” Finn said. “She’s warming up to him finally.” Rhea smiled as she was helping clean up. “That’s good, I remember when she couldn’t even be around him, like hiding and stuff behind me and Damien.” Finn chuckled. “I’m glad she’s giving him a chance.” Damien mumbled as he was washing dishes. Y/N always gives a chance she’s just happy she has people that care.~

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[specialinterestshows]

Wind down after a long session with your girlfriend in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: None!

Song for this section:

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 59): Pillow-Talk Lullaby

“Are you going to fall asleep on me, baby?”

The cadence of the gentle words told you just how amused your girlfriend was that you were drifting off, your head resting on her warm thigh, the rest of your naked body curled up on the floor between her legs. Half-awake, you hum quietly - too tired to even try to open your eyes.

“Ah, that’ll do it,” Rhea said, presumably checking the time, “It’s been hours.”

“Mmhmm,” you agree - it hadn’t seemed like hours while it was happening, but your body knew better. It was as though every single muscle had been pushed to its limit and refused to do any more work.

At least the feeling that your arms and legs couldn’t hold you up for the time being was accompanied by a sort of serenity that covered you like a weighted blanket. Recalling the highlights of the last few blissful hours, you chuckled to yourself softly.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Rhea muttered, fingers gently running through your hair. The feeling was so comforting, you couldn’t help but smile wider. Today had been full of surprises, all of which had turned out wonderfully. The anxiety that had been itching at the back of your mind about Rhea’s jealousy had dissipated - it was difficult to think of anything right now except how lucky you were.

Still unsure how long she was visiting or when you would see her again once she left, you tried your best to stay awake despite the relaxing feeling of Rhea’s nails running gently across your scalp again and again; even if you couldn’t open your eyes, you didn’t want to miss a moment.

“Looks like it’s bedtime, gorgeous,” Rhea whispered, shifting her weight underneath you and stopping when you groaned in displeasure, “Shhhh, don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

With those words, you felt your girlfriend envelop you in her arms before slowly lifting you off the ground. You nuzzled your face into Rhea’s shoulder as she strode over to your bed and gently planted a kiss on her neck before she set you down on the mattress.

“My sweet girl,” she muttered, kissing your forehead before tucking you in.

The moment you made contact with the bedsheets, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in Rhea’s arms - so you grabbed her hand insistently when she brought the blanket up to your chin.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Rhea said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m going to change and get us some more water and I’ll be right back to cuddle with you.”

Reluctantly, you let go and shift slowly under the covers as her gentle footfalls retreat. It’s quiet for a moment until, suddenly, you hear faint singing.

It takes a few bars of unintelligible lyrics before you notice that it’s a familiar tune and you strained your ears once you knew what to listen for.

“I feel you, my heart it sings

I feel you, the joy you bring

Where Heaven waits, to golden gates and back again

You take me to and lead me through oblivion

This is the morning of our love

This is the dawning of our love

I feel you, your precious soul

And I am home”

You didn’t think those were quite the lyrics, but a feeling like flowers rapidly blooming in your chest overtook you all the same as you listened. Casually, you began to wonder how many others were lucky enough to have heard her beautiful, somewhat smoky singing voice.

This led to an image in your mind of every member of The Judgment Day singing along to the music on their road trips between shows. It wasn’t until you thought about it and felt something like a tug deep in your chest that you realized you wished you could join them. All the time. Every trip.

Rhea had switched to humming instead as she walked back into your bedroom. You heard the sound of two glasses being set down nearby as your girlfriend grew quiet, crawling under the blanket and putting her arm around you.

“I love you, pretty girl,” she whispered before kissing the back of your head softly.

“Mmm,” was all you could reply as you grew more and more relaxed.

“You deserve the world...”

You weren’t sure if it was because she thought you were asleep or not, but she kept going.

“… I’m doing everything I can to try and be better. For you. For Dom… It’s just so difficult when I know one of you is with someone else. Something takes over and it’s like I can’t think.”

You were glad she was trying to be self-aware, but couldn’t personally relate - until the last thing she said:

“I just don’t want to lose you.”

[end part fifty-nine of ?]

Part 60: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/739450765767262208/absolute-smokeshow-part-60-of-working-out

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[ride-thedragon]

Lady Laena Velayron Headcanons

(Adult Laena is a separate post. This is basically up until she would marry.)

1. After rejecting her hand, Viserys actually sent her the location of Vhagar and little updates about her sightings.

2. She claimed Vhagar after Laenor left for the Stepstones, appeasing Rhaenys by saying Melyes deserved company.

3. She looked a lot like and tried to dress like Jocelyn Baratheon.

4. When they were younger, she'd follow Laenor with a dragon egg to bond with Seasmoke.

5. She was the first person to ride with Laenor.

6. They would both get in trouble for leaving their rooms and finding themselves all over High Tide to sleep.

7. Anytime they were in King's Landing, she'd seek out Daemon or Corlys to talk too (at about 6)

8. Vaemond would carry her on his ships and into the city against her father's hesitation.

9. She was a good mediator between Vaemond and Laenor.

10. She took the blame once after catching Laenor with a squire when their father was looking for her.

11. Her favour for tourneys was always blue, gold with little perfumed flowers and pearls.

12. She'd give her favor to Joffrey at Tourneys in Laenor's place.

13. When she was introduced to the Braavosi Sealord, she did try to be less ladylike to get him to drop the matter. (Birdy core)

14. She got into a bad habit of sneaking away to Spice Town after the betrothal.

15. The first time she flew Vhagar, they ended up in King's Landing rather than Driftmark. Viserys congratulated her after attributing the feat to his father. A brave girl compliment was placed.

16. She got close to Rhaenyra on Driftmark and closer after the royal wedding.

17. She tried her best to help Laenor consumate their marriage after Joffrey's death. They would wear black as a symbol of mourning for him, but together, they did not let rumours spread too far.

18. She joined the court to be close to Laenor after his wedding.

19. She found Harwin strange and didn't care for his advances on Rhaenyra so soon after her wedding.

20. Seasmoke and Vhagar would fly together every morning when Laenor returned from the Stepstones.

21. They had a dream of being sellswords in Essos when they were younger.

22. Rhaenys would teach her about politics in a very similar way to Baela.

23. She was better at politicking than Laenor, but she'd go out of her way to teach him through her understanding.

Laena and Daemon

1. He very specifically was tasked with looking after Laenor by a young Laena

2. She had been very apathetic towards him when they all came back from he Stepstones, actively ignoring him all together.

3. She would've kept it up but she learned quickly after about Lady Rhea's untimely passing and saw an opportunity.

4. Vaemond warned her against seeking out his company before they got to King's Landing.

5. Throughout the rest of the wedding events (Viserys didn't cancel them), she always found herself around him, extending a personal invitation for him to stay at Driftmark.

6. She didn't tell Rhaenyra about her predicament and her plans to get rid of her fiancé as a result.

7. She proposed the offer to Daemon a day after he and Corlys had a very similar discussion. He said that she was using him, and she specifically said that it was only if he wanted to be useful.

8. They managed to sneak out twice to Spice town before getting caught and subsequently reprimanded by Rhaenys after being found in a brothel (no compromising this time)

9. Laena actively used her mother getting to choose Corlys to defend her actions (it didn't go well)

10. She went out of her way to kiss someone else before marrying him.

11. They would casually wander the shore during the tide idly to avoid the Son of the Sea Lord.

12. Rhaenys did not like the idea of her marrying Daemon at first until Laena went out of her way to prove that she'd prefer it.

13. She flew to King's Landing with Rhaenys to let Viserys know about the wedding, he was upset and did not attend. He didn't object however.

14. After learning about it, Rhaenyra leaned more to Harwin despite Laena's insistence that nothing would change.

15. They started flying together during the stay of the Braavosi sea Lord.

16. Daemon insulted the Sea Lord not only by demeaning him but also by implying that he'd compromised Laena.

17. They had three separate ceremonies for their union, one on Driftmark, one in King's Landing, and a secret Valaryian adjacent ceremony.

18. She'd joke about the fact that it was heavily speculated that he hadn't slept with Lady Rhea throughout their marriage with him and her mother.

19. He'd kissed her before they were married.

20. The first time he mentioned leaving for Essos, she thought he was making a joke about her past fiancé.

21. In a similar stroke to Laenor, she was known to be very close to her lady companions on Driftmark and in Spice town.

22. Their respective wedding band stones blue (sapphaire) for him and red (ruby) for her to wear representing the other.

23. He'd joke about the idea that the only reason she sought him out was because of Vhagar's influence on her. (Vhagar was his dad's dragon before, and caraxes was her granddad's dragon)

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[thenightmareismyreality]

Rhea absolutely is dominant 😍

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[ynmnrmt]

You & Me & Rhea Makes Three: Chapter 2

rhea ripley x m!reader x m!reader's girlfriend

word count: 2,629

warnings: explicit sexual content, themes of domination/submission, dubiously consensual nonmonogamy

a/n: More fun with WWE superstar Rhea Ripley and her hopelessly wet roommates. Comments and feedback welcome, fawning praise very welcome.

(Chapter one here)

You arrive home late, delayed by picking up a bundle of flowers and a bottle of Jennifer’s favourite wine, with the vague thought you can actually give her the romantic night you’d intended this time without getting distracted. When you get through the door you catch a flash of studded black leather in the corner of your eye, it’s Rhea wandering into the kitchen, and maybe it’s best she doesn’t catch you with a bag full of date-night. But then she leans on the doorway and grunts in pain-

“Rhea, are you okay?”

She jumps a little, and turns to face you, saying “Didn’t hear you come in”. You drop the bag when you see the purple bruise spreading off the corner of her eye.

“What happened?”

“It’s alright – someone at work hit me with a chair and a ladder.” You’re too outraged for words, the fury goes straight to your head before you remember what, exactly, it is that Rhea does for a living.

“I,” you chuckle at yourself, “I’m sorry, for a second there I was about to swear revenge on them.” And Rhea laughs aloud.

“You’re so sweet. No, it’s alright, I’m fine. It’s just-” She swallows casually from a bottle of pills, easy as breathing. “It’s the nature of kayfabe, it’s all fine, but there’s only so far you can pretend to be smacked with a folding chair.”

“Your poor face, though.”

Rhea laughs again, but this time it has an edge to it. “I’d forgotten about that part.” Before you can react – cry out to stop? No, surely not – she’s popped open her bodice, and you don’t even have the flush of desire that goes with a woman pointing her breasts at you, not faced with the livid purple bruise that stretches from her hip halfway up her ribcage.

“Jesus!” From the regular diamonds of unbruised skin, you figure this was the ladder.

“Don’t worry, I got them back, although,” and there’s a barely-perceptible shift in her register, a sudden slyness in the way she looks at you, “I am very sore. And it hurts to walk. Maybe you could help me shower off?” Now she’s opened her top, it hardly even seems like an odd thing to say.

“I – it’s not that I don’t want to, but, stuff like that, I wouldn’t be comfortable without Jen here,” you say, trying not to let your gaze slide down to Rhea’s chest.

“Aw, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. In fact, you saw how she was, she’d probably get off on it if she knew that we...no, you’re right, we shouldn’t. It’s nice, the way you think of her like this.”

“Right, so, unfortunately I won’t be able to help you shower off.”

“No. Sure. I think we’re in complete agreement.”

The first burst of water from the showerhead catches you full in the face, but you blink it away quickly, a significant part of you not wanting to miss a single glimpse. You rub the soap in your hands fruitlessly, and start to sweat, not wanting to look a fool in front of Rhea, but then as the water gets hotter the bubbles start to come. When you’ve worked it up into a decent lather you run it up Rhea’s torso, over her bruises, gently at first but then she puts her hand over yours and presses it down just a little more, her wince doesn’t kill the warmth.

“I was so worried, when you said – and when you showed me-” you gasp, in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the heat of the water running across you both. You’d be gaping anyway, putting your hands all over her chest. “If you quit, we’d understand. We’d take care of you.” God, where did you pull that from? It sounds too much like her little fantasy of you and Jennifer being a couple taking advantage of her.

“I had,” confesses Rhea, “thought that – I make enough money, if you guys quit your jobs then you could take care of me.” She clutches lightly at your hands as they rove around her waist. “I’m sorry, that’s just, like, some fantasy I had, the kind of thing that would never happen in real life.”

You need absolutely no prompting to kneel and start going up and down her thick, tattooed thighs. Having her standing over you, as the water trickles through the soap suds, feels faintly like it shouldn’t happen in real life either. “Well, um, you have to dream.” The feel of the muscles in her leg makes you dream right here.

“I don’t care about the other stuff, it’s just the being taken care of I’m really interested in,” muses Rhea, now running her hands through her hair. “I do feel very lucky. Having someone to wash me up...and wash me down.” And yes, your hands have slipped round the back of her legs now, you don’t grope, you don’t squeeze, but it’s impossible not to feel. She fits nicely in your hands, big and powerful back there, the way she is everywhere else, it’s so exciting you could almost forget you’re face to face with her pussy.

"Wait, Rhea," you say, quickly, to cover the fact your tongue had started to stick out all on its own. "I can't - I want to make you feel good, I want to do that for you right now, but I can't. Not without Jen, I should at least talk it over with her if we're going to do anything."

"Oh God, I'm so glad you said that," exhales Rhea, and drops down to her knees to join you. This bends your erection down when she catches it between her legs, then it pops back up to rest against the edges of her abs, for a second you feel you might come from that alone. She doesn't seem to notice or care. "This whole time, I thought I should, but I didn’t want to, but still - I couldn't do that to her, she's been so nice about all of this." And her grin returns, straight back from that expression of genuine worry and relief. "And so have you." Down here, she doesn't seem so massive. You kiss as the water streams over you.

Jennifer finally arrives as you're working the knots out of Rhea's sturdy shoulders while she lies topless on the couch, which had initially seemed like such a chaste thing compared to what you did in the shower. You leap up and take Jennifer in your arms and kiss her, half guilt, half desire. She keeps kissing after you break apart, eyes closed, lips still moving.

"I'm sorry," she says, dazed, "it's been a long day and I really just want to jump in the shower. Oh my God, Rhea, what happened?"

"Hit by a ladder," shrugs Rhea, looking up with her chin rested on her hands. "Happens all the time."

"I think I've got some pills in the bathroom."

When she leaves, Rhea says "Come on, finish me off."

"Don't say it like that," you say, mounting her again, and she gives a quiet cackle.

"You know," she adds, with a dark bloom, "you'd probably be better getting at some of the muscles from, um, the front," and before you can think she has corkscrewed her way over to lie on her back, and now she blushes up at you, breasts aimed at you again.

"I really don't think-"

"Rhea!" Jennifer's standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?" asks Rhea, in the way she might while fully clothed, without you on top of her grasping the meaty parts at the base of her neck.

"Did you use my towel?"

"No!" All girlish outrage, an obvious lie, even before Jennifer holds up her towel to show the three black stains of makeup that even damp and smeared still look like Rhea's cruel grin.

"You did! That's clearly your makeup on it, and it even smells of you, and-" To demonstrate, Jennifer actually lifts the towel to her face, over her mouth and nose, and then she goes "Oh..." through the material.

"Alright, you've got me," says Rhea. "I'm sorry I used your towel."

"And - and I don’t appreciate you showing off your tits around my boyfriend, either," insists Jennifer, outraged herself now in a fragile sort of way. "You cover up." She lays the towel across Rhea's chest in such a way that her hands are on Rhea's breasts.

"Well," breathes Rhea, her eyes flicking between you both, "full service, huh?"

"I bet you like this," Jennifer husks at you, while Rhea clasps her hands behind her head and enjoys the show. "I bet you're hard for her, I bet you're getting harder for her than you ever have for me."

"No! I-" You lie out of love for her, but there's no point even finishing the sentence when she reaches out and grabs your cock to see for herself, because pressed up against Rhea you are of course rock hard.

"Oh, come on," says Rhea, master of all she surveys as she lies beneath you both. "Don't stand there and try to pretend you're not enjoying this too."

Jennifer hangs her head. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"No, that's okay - to be honest it does add a bit of a frisson, you being all infuriated like that." And this brightens Jennifer's mood a little. "Now keep working my tits."

And she does, massaging them through the towel, the same way you go over the muscles around Rhea's shoulders, even up onto her immense biceps and triceps, the full weight of those incredible arms. Then, blushing and stammering things that were never words in the first place, Jennifer takes her hands away, and gently moves yours onto where they were.

"Could we just go to bed? Please?" she asks, lightly grasping you as you squeeze Rhea's breasts. "Would that be okay? I want to fuck, and then, then I want to sleep..."

You try not to glance down at Rhea. You try not to seek her permission. And maybe it's not her little nod that prompts you to say "Of course we could, I'd love that." And she blows you both a kiss, one each, as you leave the room.

Jennifer fumbles with your clothes, her cheeks flushed and her breaths heavy. It does things to your heart when she's like this, of course it does, same as it always did. And her soft, little body still turns you on, it still excites you to lift her bra from her chest. But now you have visions of Rhea dancing in your head, like a force of nature, irresistible.

"I love you," you promise Jennifer as you lay her down on the bed, and it's true, you do, you care for her and want her to be happy.

"It turned me on seeing you with Rhea," she confesses, vulnerable amidst the bedclothes. "I liked it."

"I would never do it, not if you weren't okay with it," you say.

"I bet you would," she fires back, and lifts her head for a badly aimed kiss that catches the corner of your mouth. You unzip your trousers and her glow of excitement grows. You lie down on top of her, and enjoy this for a moment, still in this position before you start. And then, without hearing the door, you feel weight on your back, arms like sculpted pink-marble pillars slam onto the bed on either side of you, and Jennifer's eyes turn wondrous.

"I was thinking about you two," Rhea husks, the words warm in your ear. "And I couldn't resist."

You penetrate Jennifer and when you do Rhea's hips move too, driving you forward with more force and more urgency than you could manage on your own. Jennifer squeaks and claws at the bedclothes as if she is hanging on for dear life. You pull back, drawing yourself out, and Rhea retreats too, to let you do it. But then the next bump of her hips takes you completely by surprise, and Jennifer squeaks and nearly crosses her eyes.

After a few more thrusts like this Rhea drops her weight onto you and makes Jennifer squeak again. It knocks the wind out of you but simultaneously, to be sandwiched between the two of them, it is fulfilling in a way you had never even conceived of. You keep shoving with your hips as best you can, these little movements seem pathetic and insignificant but Jennifer kisses at you with more passion than ever and tells you not to stop.

Rhea brings her arms into play, even with their mass between you and Jennifer you feel closer to her than you ever have before. One gropes at Jennifer's trembling little breasts, but the other, it reaches down and makes you nervous for where it could possibly be going, with the other she grabs your balls and starts jerking you back and forward that way as well. With three hands all over her body Jennifer pulses on your cock in a way that's unimaginably pleasurable.

You pulse back, to do anything you can to be in sync with her trapped here so helplessly, clenching tight to rush the blood in your cock and get deeper inside her. She’s losing her grip on the bedclothes, her hands flail about madly, and she bites her lip as if trying not to scream.

"Keep fucking her, make her feel good," Rhea snarls, as she rams her body up against yours, "and Jen, you take his cock like a good girl-"

"Ahhh!" Jennifer's cry is so quiet, she hardly has enough breath to give it life. But she herself jolts as if she's got a live wire in her back, and you feel her wetness all over your belly and down your legs. Rhea holds you in place as she sprays you.

Every inch of Jennifer's body still quivers when you feel yourself slip over the edge, and with your face pressed into her shoulder you try to stagger out a warning "Rhea, wait - Jen, I'm going to - please, Jen - Rhea -" Then you explode right there inside her, and the come keeps coming longer than feels possible. All your limbs stiffen with such unwilling force it even makes Rhea loosen her grip a bit.

"Ahh," she sighs, and rolls off you quite casually. "I don’t know about you guys, but I loved that."

"I did too!" Jen follows suit, gazing up at you with hooded postorgasmic eyes.

Rhea shakes her shoulder. "You should really go pee after sex."

"But, but that means you'd still be here and you'd get to snuggle up," Jennifer protests. Rhea shakes her shoulder again, in no way aggressive, in simple friendly fashion, and that's enough to make her wriggle out from under you and skip off to the bathroom.

"She did have a good idea, though," Rhea draws you in. You hang off her side, softening cock pressed to her hip, not much you can do with that. When you touch her stomach, you meet her wrist there already, and with one flash of that smile you follow it down and help her masturbate.

With your fingers entwined in hers, you rub her softest places until she starts to moan. Jennifer crawls back into bed behind you and you roll over to give her some attention, but you do not stop touching Rhea.

"I love you," you say, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be," Jennifer whispers. Behind you Rhea grunts and gasps out her climax. "I like it when you come in me."

"Yeah," agrees Rhea, and the feeling of simply being in bed between them gives you a warm tingle.

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[ladylooch]

Loving & Leaving - Part 6

Visit the series page here.

A/N: The ending we all deserve 😭 Thank you so much for your love and support on this one. Writing these two was so fun and I secretly never want it to end. I did a quick lil poll on Saturday and you guys want to see more! So, there will be more at some point, probably sprinkled in with other requests. Or if you have an idea for me, send it over when requests open again!

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, swearing, breastfeeding.

As an event planner, and a bride, I’m throughly impressed with how our wedding has turned out.

When Timo suggested on Day 2 of Lio’s life that we get married before the season, I looked at him like he was crazy. But then, Rhea came to visit us in the hospital. I casually mentioned the possibility of a small, September wedding to her. My best friend’s eyes began to sparkle.

“Just say go and I’ll get it together.” She held her hands in front of her face like she was pleading with me.

Timo said go before I could stop him.

The reality of it all coming together was better than if I had two years to plan it. Rhea and I called in favor after favor from our contacts. Our beloved vendors showed up in droves, offering their services despite the quickness to create a perfect day for us. The biggest surprise was the availability of the Storchen in Zurich. Their gorgeous banquet room easily houses the 75 people who are here to celebrate our nuptials. It’s a smaller group because of the timing, which is tine with us. Timo and I would have been fine just us and Lio. 

I’m grabbing another glass of champagne at the bar, taking the opportunity to appreciate our work. It really has been the best day. From getting ready, to the first look and our written vows, even when Lio spit up on Timo’s jacket and he had to go without for the ceremony. It was all perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

“Here you are. Congratulations, Emma!” Marc, the bar manager, cheers me with a wink.

“Thank you. For everything today.” 

“Only for you. We are going to miss you.”

“I’ll be back.” I nod earnestly.

And I will be. While Rhea is running our business in Switzerland, I’ll be launching it in New Jersey. I’m both excited and terrified at the prospect of going international with the little business I formulated out of college. Timo keeps assuring me there is no way I can fail. Not when we are together.

My lips twist up at the thought. I turn, leaning back against the bar and seeing my husband across the room in conversation with Nico and Philipp Kurashev. He looks so damn good tonight. I can barely wait to have him. He’s standing next to the wall of windows, sipping a drink and listening to Nico speak. A chuckle shakes his shoulders. His gaze lifts, scanning the people until his blue eyes rest on me. He scans along my body, smiling bigger in recognition of my look. He tosses me a wink. 

But there is no more game to play. We’ve already caught each other for life.

He moves back into conversation with my brother, adding something that makes both Nico and Phillipp laugh. I bite my lip, deciding I’m done not being the center of his attention. My brown eyes feast on my husband as I approach the three men. Timo laughs loudly and then takes a long pull from his whiskey. As he lowers the glass, his blue gaze finds me closer than before. Timo steps through the circle, completely uninterested in the conversation now that I’m within touching distance.

“Mrs. Meier.” It’s more than a greeting. The tone of his voice is ecstatic as his lips find mine. I sigh, melting briefly into his chest. One of his hands slides down my side to my ass, resting there confidently. 

“Your wife needs help.” I breath out when we pull apart.

“With?”

“Getting out of this dress.” His eyes deepen before scanning down my body. 

“Lead the way.” 

I slide my hand into his and we begin to walk from the room together. Soon, we are out of the event space and alone in the hall. Timo takes the opportunity to put his lips against my neck. I suck my cheeks in, nibbling briefly before an unstoppable moan falls from my mouth. I stop in front of the bridal suite, hand on the knob, tilting my head more to the side as his lips explore further. His tongue dips into the crook of my neck.

“Open the door.” He murmurs around his kisses. I do as I’m told so we can walk in together. Once the door is shut, he begins tugging at his tie. “You need help with something else besides this dress?” I bite my lip, nodding enthusiastically.

“There are rules to this though.” I say, watching him while trying to keep my desire at bay a little longer. “You need to undo the buttons completely. No ripping.” His eyes narrow slightly but he nods.

“Turn.” He demands as he approaches. I do so and sweep the curled tendrils of my hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. “Remember last time I took a dress off of you?” He presses his mouth to the meaty part of my neck, sinking his teeth in there for a moment.

“Yes, we have an eight week old as a daily reminder.” Goosebumps break out onto my skin as I feel Timo’s fingers on the first button. I close my eyes and focus on deep breaths to take the edge off. I want him. Every part of him. Every inch of his skin on mine until the ache I have for him settles into something more bearable. The fabric begins to separate as he works a few more buttons loose. He stops for a moment, leaning forward and placing his lips against the indents bruising my skin. 

“Mmm.” I hum. Timo stills. 

“Baby.” His voice is a low, warning of a growl. “Let me rip this off you. I will buy you a new one.” My eyes open and meet his in the vanity mirror in front of us. He looks like a man possessed- blue eyes molten, tight jaw, nostrils flared. I shake my head because I can’t say the word no when he is looking at me like that. He sucks his cheeks in and pushes out a heavy exhale before continuing. 

His fingers move faster, more careless with each slice of skin exposed to him. Finally, the last button releases and the fabric loosens around my upper body. Timo’s hands slide around, finding my wet folds, brushing each of his fingers against them. I lean back into his chest as he stokes me. His jaw brushes my temple as I feel him pulling steady breaths into his lungs. My eyes open and I watch us together in the mirror. The grip of desire tugs at me from deep within and I pant when he grinds his hips into me. Even through the fabric of my dress, I can feel how hard he is.

“How are you going to fuck your wife for the first time?” I ask into the mirror. He grins as he nibbles against the side of my throat. His fingers stretch my folds open to forcefully press into my clit with his middle finger. My knees buckle, shoving my ass into his hard length.

“Exactly how she likes it.” He says against my wet skin. “Fast… and deep… until she can’t speak.”

With that, I pull my arms from the straps of my dress and turn. Timo wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up so the dress falls completely to the ground.  He sets me down immediately. I begin tugging at his belt, needing him as quickly as possible. Timo watches me with those same hungry eyes as I pull him from his pants and slide my lips against the plumped head. I only get a few licks and sucks before he is pulling me off of him, guiding me to lean against the back of the couch. He shoves his pants the rest of the way down so they settle around his ankles. Then his hands are on my hips, roughly pulling me back to him. His plumped head bumps against my entrance before he eases me down. My fingers curl into fists at how tightly he fills me. 

“You okay?” He groans, aware that we haven’t had sex much since Lio was born. Sure, it’s a little uncomfortable, but I don’t care about that. The pain I need him to ease right now is a tight coil in my abdomen, begging for release. My manicured nails dig deeply into my palms as I assure him I’m fine and plead him to move.

“Fuck. My wife feels incredible.” He praises. He leans over me and begins to fuck me exactly like he told me he would. I reach back, shoving his white shirt away so our bodies can connect fully with no barriers. 

“T, I’ve been needing you like this all day” I cry. I feel his chest rumble with agreement along with a breathy kiss on my neck. “Just like that.” I encourage him as each thrust fills me completely. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, then turn to wetly kiss his mouth.

“I can tell. You’re so wet.” He pulls out less and less each time until I feel the coil intensify to the point I can’t breathe. His balls slap me hard with each intense thrust. My mouth fades away from his as I feel the release begin. It crashes into me, rushing through my veins, tightening my nipples and making my husband groan deep in his chest. His grip on my hips is powerful as I feel his warm cum coat my walls. He pushes out a strangled breath, resting his forehead against my back. For a few moments, only our heavy breathing fills the room. Finally, Timo raises his head, placing kisses along my back where the divots are still present from my dress.

I stand to my full height and turn to drape my arms around his shoulders. He slides his arms around me, hands pressing me tightly to him. I lay my cheek against his chest. We sway gently, holding one another intimately after the best day of our lives.

“That was spectacular.” I murmur to him.

“That was just round one, baby.” He smooths my hair delicately as he talks.

“Good. Because I have something for you later that you’ll like.” I smile coyly, thinking of the bridal lingerie I purchased for us.

“We don’t… need to go back right? We can just leave and head to bed.”

“No.” I narrow my eyes at him, pulling away. “Plus, some things are worth the wait.”

“I hate waiting to have you.” He teasingly snarls his lip at me. I shrug my shoulders which makes my breasts dance against the buttons of his shirt. My nipples tighten into large points. Timo pouts, knowing they’re off limits. I chuckle lightly, stepping away from him. He immediately reaches for my hand, tugging me back into his chest. His ocean eyes drink me in- sparkling eyes, pink cheeks, and smudged lip paint from his kisses. The smile he gives me has my knees weak. “How am I lucky enough to have you forever?”

“I was just wondering the same thing.” I lean forward and give him a sweet, sincere kiss. His hand travels down, grabbing a fistful of my bare butt. “Love you, T. For the rest of my life.” We stare at each other for another few moments before a knock sounds at the door. Timo turns so my naked body is shielded by his.

“Hey! Meiers! It’s cake time!” I hear Rhea’s voice come through the door. “Quit fucking and get out here!” She doesn’t even give us a chance to respond before she is off down the hallway again, laughter following her steps.

“I think our reputation has caught up with us.” I press a final kiss to his lips before crossing the room for my reception dress. It’s ivory fabric that drapes to mid calf. The A line cut gives way to sleeves that drape along my biceps for an off the shoulder look. I slide into it then turn to my husband for him to zip me up. I rearrange my diamond necklace and kick off my heels to slide into sparkling, pink sneakers. I turn to Timo for his approval. 

“Perfect.” I nod in appreciation, then walk across the room to retouch my lipstick.

In the meantime, Timo redresses in his pants. He works the buttons of his shirt down so it isn’t tight against his throat anymore. He sheds his tie and rolls up his sleeves to expose his tan forearms. I pause from replacing the cap on my lipstick as he finishes the last roll of his shirt. Our eyes meet in the mirror again and we share a familiar smile.

“Ready, Mrs. Meier?” He reaches a hand out for me- the hand I get to hold for the remaining decades in my life. I click the cap into place and nod.

“Ready, Mr. Meier.” We both giggle then begin a leisurely walk to rejoin our party.

_ _ _

Our honeymoon is set to begin in under an hour, but Timo and I are struggling to get out of bed after our late night.

I’m feeding Lio, ghosting my fingers over his nose at each one of his suckles. Timo is scrolling through our reservations for Italy, making sure everything is in order before we leave. We picked Italy because it’s nostalgic for both of us. We have spent numerous family vacations there growing up, plus we didn’t want to be too far away from Lio for our first time away.

“Do you need anything?” Timo asks me, looking at Lio, surprised at seeing him still actively eating. He’s definitely in a growing stage.

“No, we are okay.” I assure him. I take my hand off Lio’s face, lacing my fingers with Timo’s left hand. I bring it to my face, kissing along his fingers while he checks the last reservation.

“Okay, I think we are all set.. whenever he is done.” As Timo says that, Lio releases, moving his face away.

“Magic!” I grin at my husband, handing Lio over.

Timo begins to pace the room with our son, exclaiming excitedly at every burp that works out of his little body. When he is done, they both return to the bed next to me. We soak in every little noise and expression on our baby’s face. A few bubbles of drool collect on his lips as he wiggles awkwardly around in my arms. Timo reaches out to wipe the the spit from Lio’s chin. My eyes catch the silver wedding ring around his finger. I turn to him, pressing my lips to his cheek. He works his lips over to mine, gliding his tongue along the seam of my mouth.

“Mmm, just like I thought last night. You taste better as my wife.” He murmurs. I wrinkle my nose in appreciation. Rounds 2 and 3 were pretty damn good.

“Maybe we can change our plans and take him with us?” I question, searching his blue eyes as a crease appears between his brows. 

“No. I don’t want to share you. Not even with the world’s cutest baby.” As if on cue, Lio blows spit bubbles, shoving his tongue out at us.

“He doesn’t want us to leave.” I giggle, bringing him up to my face to kiss his cheek.

“How we gonna give him a sibling if he’s in the room with us the whole time?”

“Shut your beautiful mouth. I am not doing that again right now.”

Timo’s laughter fills our room as I pant in exasperation.

“Next year?”

“Maybe.” I respond, brushing Lio’s brown locks off his forehead. His eyes close at my touch, snuggling deeper into my propped thighs.

“We need to go soon.” Timo reminds me.

“Five more minutes, daddy.” He nods, as I manuever my head into his lap. As he strokes his fingers through my hair, he lays his head against the headboard, eyes closing. We are quiet together, listening to Lio’s sweet noises as he begins to fall asleep sucking on his hand. “Thank you.” I break the silence, pressing a kiss to Timo’s abdomen. “For all the planned and unplanned parts of our life.”

“Not sure any of this was really planned.” He responds without opening his eyes. 

“Maybe not. But I dreamed of it… with you.” His eyes pop open to look down at me. “Two summers ago. On the dock at Nico’s house when he was in Milan. That’s when I fell in love with you.” His smile stretches his lips apart. “Yeah, I know. I suck for not admitting that sooner.” 

“No, I.. I knew, Em. That was when you started touching me different. And holding my hand in the car and laying with me for hours in bed, long after you should have kicked me out.”

“I didn’t like watching you leave much after that. It was a peek at our life together. And I liked it.”

“Me too. It’s why I started getting so frustrated with you.”

“How about I make it up to you for the next 60 years?” He sucks in a deep breath, looking at the ceiling like he’s really contemplating. I scoop Lio up to my face to press feathery kisses along his soft head while I wait. Timo watches me as I do this, unable to hide the joy that fills his body.

“Only because you look that beautiful holding our baby.” 

“Please, please, please, please let’s take him!” 

“No.” Timo insists. “Give him one last smooch and I’m bringing him to Auntie Liss.” I can’t just do one. So after five kisses, we leave the bed and meet Timo’s sister, Larissa, in our kitchen.

“Take him before she tries to smuggle him into the car.” Timo jokes, handing Lio to his sister. “He should be good to go for a couple of hours. Em just fed him and he’s been changed. Hopefully he will be passed out before we leave the driveway.”

“Okay! Are you ready to have some fun, bubs?” She bounces him, lightly patting his butt too. “We will be fine.” She says to where I watch across the room. I bite my lip, giving pleading eyes to my husband.

“You promised me 60 years of make up sex. And you’re paying up starting the minute we check in.”

“That is not what I said!” I widen my eyes at his sister. She shrugs.

“I don’t care what you do as long as it keep giving me these cute babies.”

“Call if you need anything or have any questions or…”

“Bye!” Timo calls as he places his hands on my hips, forcing me backwards.

“One more kiss.”

“You’re making this harder on yourself.” He chuckles.

I know he is right, but it doesn’t make it any easier to leave.

When we arrive in Italy, our hotel staff greets us with enthusiasm. They grab all of our bags, hand us each a cappuccino, and personally escort us to the honeymoon villa on the property. It’s decked out to the nines with charcuterie and snacks. The best part is a bucket of champagne chilling on the table for us along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries. Timo wiggles his eyebrows excitedly at me, grabbing the chilled bottle.

“Wanna grab some glasses, baby?” He asks me, untwisting the metal basket atop the cork.

I glance around, seeing a few wine glasses resting by the fridge.

“These will do.” I insist, setting them in front of him. He gives us both a healthy pour.

“To us. Forever.” He clinks our glasses together as I smirk. I take a big swallow of bubbles, enjoying their explosions along my tongue. “Oh this is excellent.” He nods his head, turning the bottle to look at the label again. 

As he does that, I set my glass back on the counter and reach out for the button of his shorts. He quickly turns from the bottle with curious and excited eyes. 

“You said pay up right away.” I shrug innocently.

I work his zipper down, then glide my hand into his underwear. I stroke him once, then twice, maintaining eye contact with each pass over his length. I grin when I get him to close his eyes in a long blink. He exhales gently, firming fully in my hand as I stroke my thumb along his thick vein. I lean forward, filling his mouth with my tongue. He matches my aggressive kisses, both of us sucking each others lips.

“I want you down my throat.” I tell him when I pull away. He observes with greedy eyes as I get on my knees. My hair is down, but his hands work it back from my face so he can watch his cock inch into my mouth. His jaw drops open in a strangled groan as I take him all the way back immediately. His abdominal muscles tighten under where my nose bumps into them.

“Baby.” He moans as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking up as my throat wraps around his tip. “Oh fuck.” He jolts as I work his balls over with my other hand. “Again.” He begs me, fingerprints pressing firmly into my neck to push himself deeper. He opens his eyes, looking down at me on my knees. “You look so good right now with my cock in your mouth.” He reaches down to put his hand in my bra, palming my breast. I release his balls to grip his wrist as a reminder my breasts are filled with milk. “I know. Just gonna hold ‘em.”

“Am I being a good wife?” I ask him, dragging my tongue along the vein from base to tip.

“The best. You were made for me, baby.” He holds my chin, sputtering as I rest him against my tongue, wiggling along the cleft of his head.

“This mouth is yours now. Take it.” I sit back on my heels, mouth dropped open, tongue out as he guides himself back in. He widens his stance a bit, then puts his hands on both sides of my head and begins to fuck my mouth. He is gentle at first, then as he gets closer, he is wild. I reach up, gripping my hand tightly along his base and rolling his balls in my hand. His fingers spread along my whole head now, watching each flicker of joy in my eyes at his moans.

“I’m close.” He warns me, but I already know. He is tight and pulsing in my hand, begging for release as he slides a bit further down my throat. I hold back my gag, relaxing my throat so he can get to where he wants to be. I wiggle my tongue along the bottom. He sputters out a grunt, then brings himself a bit out of my mouth so I can collect his cum by stoking him through. I curl my tongue in, bringing the salty ribbons together to show him my collection. Then I fold it all back, swallowing it as he watches with hooded lids.

“When is dinner?” He eventually gathers the words to speak.

“Ten minutes.”

“We need to skip it.” He insists as I tuck him back into place. I work his zipper back up, then replace his button. Besides the taste of him in my mouth, it’s like it never happened. I smile, thinking of the times that used to matter when I would suck him off in the bathroom at Nico’s house before we would return, separately, to whatever party my brother was hosting.

“I need to eat.” I respond. He reaches his hands out for me to take and pulls me to a standing position.

“How? I just fed you.” 

“Ah!” I laugh, slapping at his chest. “Let me fix my lipstick and we can head to dinner.”

“Okay, but no pasta. I want you ready to go later.”

“Do not ever tell me what I can and can’t eat.” I snap, pointing my finger at his nose. He still has a faint scar from the big playoff hit two years ago. He rolls his eyes at my exaggeration, feigning like he’s going to bite my finger off.

“You’re going to fall asleep before I can have you, huh? You’ll be like, no let’s just cuddle for a minute, then I’ll be ready.” He mocks me with a loud snore. I scoff. I do not snore. He does since his broken nose.

“Maybe.” I shrug, sauntering to my purse to grab my YSL pink lipstick. “Tell you what. If I do, you can wake me up at 2 am to fuck. Like old times.”

“Deal.” He muses, folding his hands together against my stomach. He rests his chin on my shoulder, watching me in the mirror with adoring baby blues as I stroke the pink onto my lips. “You are so beautiful.” He says against my shoulder as he drops plump kisses along my warm skin.

“It’s cause I’m in love.” I turn my face to him. He gently kisses me, then pulls away completely.

“I’m going to head to the lobby and check in with the front desk about breakfast tomorrow. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He wiggles his brows at me tauntingly. “See you in five minutes?”

“Yeah.” 

“Kay. I love you, Emma Meier.” I widen my eyes excitedly at my new name.

“I love you.” I whisper back. He sighs happily, staring at me for another few seconds, then disappears from our room.

After freshening up, I go to where Timo waits for me in the hotel lobby. His back is towards me as I come from the courtyard, admiring him. He’s wearing a white, linen button up shirt, stretched wide across his strong shoulders. His hands are in his khaki pockets, expensive Swiss watch shining in the low lighting. The sun is setting over the rolling, grassy hills in front of him as he gazes out at the Italian country side. I fold my bottom lip into my mouth, taking in the way he commands attention from the other patrons. He looks so expensive and compelling. The rest of the world wishes to know him- what’s going on behind that intense blue gaze. 

Sometimes, only I know.

As I approach, I reach out for his arm, threading my hand through to dive into his pocket. Our fingers glide together. I’m blissful as the warm metal of his ring strokes my skin.

“You waiting for someone?” I inquire to him like we are strangers. He dips his gaze to me, ignoring the spectacular beauty dancing in front of us to look only at me.

“Yeah, the love of my life.” 

“Ah, I better go then.” I move to leave, but his hand possessively holds me in place. 

“You and your fucking jokes.” He mutters against my mouth. My shoulders shake with a silent laugh lost on his tongue.

“You’ve always been mine.” I soothe his mild frustration, gliding my hands along his abdomen to hold the muscular swells of his back. “Will be in our next lifetime too.” He rests his chin on my head in a gentle hug.

“You gonna avoid me for years then too?”

“Probably. You gonna put up with that?” He teases his lips over mine, pulling me tighter to him so I can feel him rigid against my stomach.

We aren’t going to make it to dinner.

“Yeah.” It’s a breathless sigh from his mouth. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for your loving & leaving.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier #Timo Meier smut #Timo Meier series #New Jersey devils #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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She Might Be Your Girl, But She's Calling Me Daddy (18+ Fic) (Ch 1/?)

I've accepted the fact that some ideas just have to be fleshed out into multiple chapters...Harper appears in one of my other fics, Liberacion, but I'm excited to write more for her. The possibilities are endless! Hope you all love her stupid ass. 💙

As always, I appreciate the support. Anyway, enjoy Harper and Rhea's messiness!! Sorry to leave yall on a cliffhang-... No I'm not! 😹 💋

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I make sure to tag isnt your cup of tea, do not read it.

Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/OFC

Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together?? CERTAINLY NOT IN THIS CHAPTER, PENDEJOS BAHAHAHA!

Tags: 18+, maaaybe some Daddy kink cuz like... have yall seen Rhea?? I haven't decided yet, though... consensual sex, friends with benefits, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...

Word Count: 934

I should’ve known this would happen.

I should’ve known that I eventually would start questioning my feelings for Rhea.

What started off as something completely casual and no strings attached, now feels like its quickly turned into something far more intense than I was expecting and I hated to admit it.

I told myself that things wouldn’t get weird.

Even when Baron, who despite our age difference, was one of my biggest confidantes aside from Rhea herself, made it a point to warn me about how messy things could get if she and I weren’t careful.

“I think you need to use your big girl voice and tell Rhea how you feel. This is getting stupid,” he said.

“Stupid, uh? Oh, you’re soooo wise.” I had replied, chuckling at the deadpan look on his face.

“I’m just sayin’. Stop lying to her and to yourself. Tell her how you feel. If she doesn’t feel the same, so fucking what? You’ll live. You two are far worse off now than before.” Baron replied.

Naturally, I did my best to convince him that he was wrong.

That I didn’t have to say a word to Rhea because no way did I have any kind of feelings for her other than affection and lust at best.

And no way did she have any kinda feelings for me either.

Of course, Corbs bought none of the crock o’ shit I was trying to feed him.

What an absolute clown I was…

Our casual arrangement began shortly after I joined The Judgement Day.

It seemed like a no brainer to us at the time.

We slowly began to get to know each other, inside and out.

And I couldn’t deny that Rhea was insanely hot and she found me just as attractive, we practically shared the same schedule and we agreed that we weren’t looking for anything serious.

So, we thought, ‘’Why look elsewhere?’

We should’ve.

Oratleast I should’ve looked elsewhere.

I should’ve had enough sense to not quite literally fuck around with someone I still have to work with.

Because now things are weird between us and I’m constantly being suffocated by these growing feelings that I’ve tried to stifle every god damned day with zero success.

I found myself overanalyzing every move I made when it came to her.

Missing her whenever she wasn’t around- which doesn’t sound that out of the ordinary seeing as like I said, we are very close.

But this felt different than just missing a close friend.

It was this almost constant burning in my gut and in my chest that would only get stronger with every passing second until I saw her again.

Until we kissed again...I didn’t just think about the amazing sex we had.

I’d remember a conversation we had, or a compliment she had given me days prior that would leave me blushing as hard as it did when she’d said it.

Or I’d walk into a shop at home and find things that I thought she might like, and I’d make a mental note to bring it up to her before catching myself.

It was just a constant stream of ‘RheaRheaRhea’…

Some days I was left counting down the seconds before I got to be near her again.

And just the sound of her voice whenever we’d talk over the phone on our days off was enough to turn me into a fuckin schoolgirl.

That all sounds bad enough.

But I knew I had to end things the second I started wondering if maybe, just maybe Rhea felt just as out of whack as I did.

I’d catch myself wondering if Rhea’s lips had lingered a little longer than usual against mine.

Or if she noticed me holding onto her a little tighter whenever it came time for either of us to do our own thing.

Or if her sudden desire to stay over my place sometimes, along with her obsession with leaving very noticeable lovebites and bruises on my body whenever we’d fool around meant anything.

Wondering if I was imagining the slightly possessive way in which she’d drape her arm around my shoulders whenever we were out in public or if it was all in my head.

Baron thinks we’re in love.

But that can’t be true… can it?

…Nah.

He had no idea what he was talking about.

 …Fuck.

‘Corbs is wrong. This is just lust. We clicked and she just also happens to be a champ in the sheets…but it’ll pass.’

I said to myself.

But every day felt like a constant battle of telling myself I was confusing things.

I kept telling myself that our dynamic morphed into something so much more intimate, so surely wires were bound to be crossed.

Putting all of those things together in my head, I was 10000% sure of my decision to end things.

If Rhea asks me why, I’ll tell her it’s because I met someone, which isn’t untrue.

I did meet someone while on the road.

In my quest to calm the raging flames of these emotions burning deep inside of me, I did what I should’ve done in the first place.

I started looking elsewhere. 

And I met Danny.

He’s a sweet, good-natured small-town boy from Missouri I met about a month ago.

I had started to distance myself from Rhea and the rest of the group right around that time as well.

I haven’t told anyone about Danny, not even Corbs.

Before I felt comfortable bringing Danny around on the road, I wanted to get this Rhea situation handled first…

Ch. Two

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea x harper #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fic #wwe smut #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe fan fiction

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what’s the most enjoyable scene you’ve written lately? like not necessarily the one that you consider best or anything, but the one that you’ve had the most sheer *fun* writing?

The most fun? That's definitely either Yorick seeing Shireen again for the first time after he came back from the war in the Stepstones, or the introduction of Shireen's uncles/Lady Baratheon's younger brothers. I had much fun with those

“I have not changed that much.” “I would hope not. I consider myself quite lucky for the privilege of getting to marry someone I know so well beforehand.” Yorick felt his face heat up as he laid eyes on Shireen. She had not quite reached her majority the last time he saw her, and now she stood before him a woman grown and his betrothed and wholly someone he would not mind being who he shared his bed with for the first time. She was fair and full lipped with her mother’s high cheekbones and long, black curls. She was soft in a different way than when they had been children, the general roundness of youth now replaced with a woman's body, and her eyes were so blue Yorick thought he might drown in them. After a moment, a smile pulled up the corners of her mouth and brought her dimples out, and as she laughed Yorick quickly looked away. “I-I am sorry, I did not mean to stare.” “Staring's how they get you. And then the next thing you know, you've two daughters.” Borros teased, the younger of his two girls in his arms as she clumsily braided part of his hair. “Your experience is not universal,” Elenda turned her gray gaze to Yorick before continuing, “do not run off to Essos and make his experience universal.”

[...] However, true to the warnings of both Lady Minela and Lord Boremund, activity picked up with the arrival of the former’s brothers. Both of them were younger than Lady Minela, and they could not be more different from both her or each other. The older of the two, Magister Lysillos was tall and lean with the same bright blue eyes as his niece, and his dark beard oiled into two, neat points. He carried himself with quiet, practiced dignity, graciously thanking House Royce for their hosting of them for the wedding with each dinner or slight bit of entertainment offered. Magister Vararo was a different story altogether. He peacocked and strutted about as he casually switched between the common tongue of Westeros and the Bastard Valyrian of the Free City of Pentos, and was eager to join in everything suggested by Lady Rhea. Each dinner was treated as a grand theater to be used to tell some story or joke, and neither of his older siblings did much to stop him unless it was some story they were tired of hearing, or to quietly scold him about over-stepping some bound…something he would laugh off and barely course-correct from. His eyes, dark as Lady Minela’s, carried so much intensity that they seemed to bore into whoever he was speaking to, swallowing the other party whole until they were trapped under the spell of his carefree charm.

#asks #fic: sins of the father