#and pants on fire for Rhea

[seibaa-goes-baah]

Making a meme so everyone knows that I haven't died yet (i'm cooking a piece rn dw-)

[themattress]

A meme targeted at the "Edelgard's a villain even in Crimson Flower!" people.

[littlest-w01f]

Heated

Eris x Rheana (See Rheana here)

For @acotar-omegaverse-week

Omegaverse week 2024 Masterlist

Day 2: Turning Up The Heat

Summary: Eris had kept this side of him a secret for so long that he didn't think he'd get so desperate for his mate when his heat hit

Cw: Heat, pegging, Alpha!Rheana, Omega!Eris, FxM, mentions of B*ron's abuse of Eris at the end, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/n: I would like to really thank the week mods for giving me an excuse for writing Rheana pegging Eris cause I've been dreaming about this moment since day one

Rheana walked the halls of the Autumn palace, looking for Eris, she could sense his distress through their bond, and should've known something was wrong with him when he excused himself from a very important meeting, something he normally wouldn't do, she found him in their shared chambers.

Eris lay on the bed, gasping for breath, as Rheana entered the chamber, her keen senses immediately picked up on the change in Eris's scent. The normal aroma was now laced with a heady sweetness, unmistakable evidence of his heat. His body glistened with sweat, each muscle taut and quivering as he struggled to catch his breath.

She reached out a hand, gently brushing back a strand of damp hair from his forehead. "Eris," she whispered softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "It's okay, my love. I'm here for you."

"Rhea..." Eris whined, chest rising as her skilled hands worked his tunic off, "I... I don't... I don't know what's wrong with me."

Rheana's eyes softened, "Oh baby, nothing is wrong with you... You've just gone into heat."

Eris groaned at Rheana's words, his body writhing under her touch. He tried to speak but all that came out were guttural sounds of need and desire. His eyes fluttered open, revealing dark eyes clouded with lust, reflecting the burning fire within him.

Rheana's fingers deftly removed his tunic, exposing his chiselled torso. Every inch of him seemed to burn hotter than usual, every nerve ending screaming for relief. His cock twitched against his pants, straining.

"Rhea," he moaned again, reaching out for her. "Please… help me."

Rheana nodded, her fingers deftly working at Eris's pants, freeing his hard cock. His clothes fell away, and he lay bare, body burning with arousal, the scent of his slick thick in the air.

"I know it must seem overwhelming," Rheana continued, her voice low and comforting. "But we'll get through this. Just remember how good it feels once we're through, alright?"

Eris nodded weakly, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. All he could focus on was the throbbing ache between his legs, begging for release. His cock sprang free, standing proud and eager, dripping precum wherever it could reach.

Rheana's hands were gentle yet firm as they caressed his thighs, spreading them wide to give her better access. Her touch sent sparks shooting through his veins, making him buck his hips upwards instinctively as she gave his cock a few strokes before leaning in to lick at the head, sucking softly.

"Oh-" he breathed out, watching as Rheana leaned down to take him into her mouth.

Eris's back arched off the bed as Rheana's warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, teasing and coaxing out more precum. She took him deeper, her mouth massaging his cock as she bobbed up and down.

"E-ahh! Rhea!" Eris cried out, his hands tangling in her hair to have some semblance of hold. His hips rocked in time with her strokes, trying to fuck her face with desperate abandon, but she moved at her own pace. The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Not until he exploded down her throat and from the scent of his pheromones, Rheana knew he wouldn't last long at all.

The pleasure coursing through Eris's body was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Each stroke of Rheana's talented tongue sent waves of ecstasy crashing over him. He pulled her closer, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

His breathing grew ragged, his moans turning into pleas for release. "Rhea… I'm close," he panted out, feeling the coil inside him tightening rapidly.

Rheana hummed around his cock, her hand moving to the curve of his ass, fingers trailing till they found his hole wet with slick, watching his reaction she plunged a single finger in.

The unexpected intrusion made Eris cry out loudly, his entire body tensing up. But the shock quickly turned into pleasure as Rheana's finger began to move inside him, stretching and preparing him for what was to come and he exploded down her throat. He bucked wildly against her mouth as Rheana drank his release, licking him clean, the dual sensations of her lips working his cock and her finger probing his ass nearly too much to bear in his aftershock, twitching slightly. "Fuck! Rheana… please…"

She pulled off his cock, giving the underside a few long licks, "Please what, my sweet omega?" She teased, her finger still moving in his ass.

Eris's mind was foggy with lust, his thoughts fragmented and incoherent. All he knew was that he needed more, needed Rheana to fill him completely. "Please… fuck me," he begged, his voice strained and desperate. "I need you inside me, now."

"Aww, look at you, you've leaned to beg so sweet," Rheana cooed, using her free hand to stroke his cock as she added another finger in his ass, stretching him

The addition of a second finger sent Eris spiralling even further into madness. He screamed out loud, his body shaking violently under Rheana's relentless assault. His cock throbbed in her hand, slowly growing hard again.

"Cauldron… yes!" he roared, feeling her fingers curl inside him, stroking that sweet spot that drove him insane. "I'm…!"

The second orgasm hit Eris like a sudden tidal wave, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him away on its crest. His cock pulsed violently in Rheana's hand, his seed spurting forth in thick ropes that landed on his own chest and stomach. His cries echoed throughout the room, raw and primal, as he rode out the waves of pleasure that racked his body.

As the spasms finally subsided, leaving him panting heavily, Eris managed to open his eyes. He looked down at himself, covered in his own cum, and then at Rheana who was still there between his spread legs. A lazy smile crept onto his lips, satisfaction painting his features.

"Feeling better, my darling?" Rheana cooed, asking softly, still stroking him in his after-shock, "Do you want more?"

Eris let out a content sigh, feeling utterly spent but also incredibly sated. His muscles relaxed, the tension seeping out of him slowly. "Yes," he admitted breathlessly, looking into Rheana's eyes. "I always want more when it comes to you."

Rheana stood up to her full height, pulling her fingers out of his ass, he didn't know when, but she had removed her clothes, his eyes wide as he sees her wearing her strap, deep purple in colour and fit her taste perfectly, "Well then, hope you're prepared." She smiled sweetly.

Eris watched, captivated, as Rheana stood up. His gaze drifted lower, taking in the sight of her naked body, curves highlighted in the dim lighting of their bedroom. His eyes widened further when he saw the strap hanging from her hips. He swallowed hard, anticipation coursing through his veins.

"I'm ready," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "For whatever you want to do to me."

She smiled, getting on top of him to position herself on him, Eris gasped as he felt the tip of the strap against his ass, she pushed in fully, stretching his ass completely he groaned sharply as Rheana impaled him on her strap-on, the thick shaft stretching his ass to its limits. He felt every inch of her penetrate him, filling him completely. The pressure was intense, almost painful, but it was a good kind of pain, one that only served to heighten his arousal.

His hands flew to her hips, gripping tightly as he tried to adjust to the sudden invasion. Rheana started to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Eris moaning in ecstasy. With each thrust, he felt himself being driven deeper into the mattress, his body submitting completely to hers.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Rheana pumped her hips, driving the glass strap in and out of Eris's stretched asshole. The slickness of his own fluids provided the perfect lubrication, allowing her to move with ease.

Eris's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he surrendered to the pleasure. His hands gripped her hips harder, urging her on, pleading silently for more. The sensation of being filled so completely, of having his ass pounded by Rheana's strap, hitting the sweet spot inside him with every stroke, was intoxicating, driving him closer and closer to the brink of another orgasm.

Eris loved every moment of being pegged by Rheana, relishing in the way her hips ground against his ass, the way her strap filled him completely. He could feel every ridge and bump of the glass toy, each movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.

His moans were constant, his body writhing beneath hers as he gave himself over to the pleasure entirely. His cock throbbed with need, precum leaking steadily from the tip. He was so close, teetering on the edge of another powerful orgasm, pain and pleasure twisting in his belly.

Eris' eyes filled with tears as Rheana leaned forward to kiss his eyes, kissing all over his face, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Rheana leaned forward to claim his lips in a hard kiss, his legs locked around her as she claimed him with every thrust, "Shhh... Baby, just feel me."

The kiss was hard and passionate, matching the intensity of their lovemaking. As Rheana continued to pound into him, her movements became more erratic, less controlled. Her grip on his hips tightened, her nails digging into his skin slightly.

Eris tried to meet her every thrust, his legs locking around her waist to pull her even closer. The sensation of her strap plunging into him, coupled with the taste of her lips on his, the taste of his cum on her lips and tongue, was enough to send him spiralling towards climax once again.

After several more minutes of relentless pounding, Eris's body finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out loudly, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His cock twitched and spasmed, releasing yet another load of cum onto his stomach.

He went limp underneath Rheana, completely spent and satisfied. His body was covered in a layer of his own sticky fluid, making him look like a work of art. But despite his exhaustion, he couldn't help but reach out for her, wanting to hold onto her as he both came down from his high.

Rheana gently touched his cheeks bringing a small smile to Eris's lips, despite the exhaustion clouding his mind. As she slowly pulled out of him, he let out a low groan, feeling the stretch of his ass as she withdrew.

She took care not to hurt him, her movements slow and measured. She slid off to the side, waving her strap away the way she had done with her clothes, cleaning him fully with the same motion, laying beside him and pulling him into a tender embrace. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

Eris clung to Rheana's muscular arms, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held onto her tightly. Soft tears left his eyes, trickling down over the bridge of his nose, his temples and onto the pillow beneath him. He wasn't sure why he was crying, maybe it was just relief from the intense session they'd just had.

Regardless of the reason, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of her, mixed with the lingering smell of sweat and sex, was comforting.

"Eris, you never have to be embarrassed about your needs ever again." Rheana sighed, holding her omega close to her, still sensing his heat, stroking his back gently, "I know you were never allowed to feel your urges fully, but now you can..." She knew, his father had forced him on supplements after whipping him through his heats to try to force him to control his pheromones, but he had failed, because no omega could hold their urges during their heat forever, it wasn't natural to.

He snuggled closer to her, enjoying the warmth of her body and the steady beat of her heart. Despite everything, he felt safe and loved in her arms, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. "You didn't get to cum..." He whispered, his eyes heavy.

"We can worry about me late," Rheana kissed his temple, sending him off to sleep. "Rest well, my love,"

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[domripley]

Cathy: y-you embarrassed me

Rhea: I flirting with my girlfriend..what the fuck are you complaining for

Cathy: I could’ve gotten fired you don’t care about anybody but yourself

Rhea stops her words mid-way and slides the bell out of the loops of her pants wrapping it around her hand making Cathy shiver

Rhea: do you really wanna fight mami on this shit

Yesss and Cathy just shakes her head, whispering, “No, Mami.” 🫠

[ultraericthered]

By this logic, the player shouldn’t pick either Rhea or Edelgard and should instead restart their run to pick either Dimitri or Claude. 

But the whole point of what the game's doing there, if you played it a certain way before that part, is that it expects you to choose one.

If Byleth stays with Rhea, they help Rhea become a better person. If Byleth goes with Edelgard, they help Edelgard become a better person. And here's the thing that might astonish you: neither route is invalid for the player to choose and prefer, and either option is completely fitting with Byleth's character and how they feel about these people. Black-and-white moral simplicity has zero place in this discussion because it had zero place in the story being discussed.

Perhaps what baffles me the most about the people who shout “Rhea tried to sacrifice Byleth in the Holy Tomb!” as a reason why Byleth would side with Edelgard is like. Uh. Bro. If that’s such a big betrayal to you - which, hey, fair enough, if you don’t like Rhea for that then more to ya - then. Like. Am I gonna blow your mind as to what Edelgard reveals during that exact cutscene. 

Like dude??? Edelgard literally reveals that she’s been working with the people who’ve:

Murdered Jeralt

Massacred Remire

Kidnapped students and transformed them into Demonic Beasts

Kidnapped Flayn and drained her of her blood

Made it to where Sothis can no longer communicate with Byleth

Tried to kill Byleth and their students multiple times

As well as Edelgard herself ordering for her men to straight up kill Byleth and the Black Eagles should they try to intervene with her attempts to grave rob a holy tomb.

And like, this is just what Byleth would know at the moment. Being involved with Godfrey’s - and by extension, Raphael’s parents’ - murder, Lambert’s murder (and by extension the genocide of Duscur), the mutilation of Sothis’ body, instigating the Nabatean genocide, and plenty of other things Byleth just doesn’t know about (either yet or ever, on SS or CF), and with a few of these things (Lambert’s murder + Duscur) being things Edelgard does know about.

Let’s ignore how Rhea sacrifices herself to protect them as well as all of Garreg Mach, sees Byleth as their own person by the end of SS/VW, trusts them with the Church, before apologizing for her selfish actions in her S support (on SS) - alright, Rhea’s betrayed Byleth. So did Edelgard, using their trust in her to infiltrate the Holy Tomb to get what she wants. Rhea was going to sacrifice Byleth. So was Edelgard, to her path of ideals. “But Edelgard was doing this for the greater good!” So was Rhea, since she thought getting Sothis back would help everyone in Fodlan. By this logic, the player shouldn’t pick either Rhea or Edelgard and should instead restart their run to pick either Dimitri or Claude. 

Like, I get the game is pretty ass in showing the actual weight of Edelgard’s actions and tends to pretty her up for the player, but like, uh, no matter how much lipstick and eyeshadow you put on it that’s still a fuckin’ knife pointed at me. Edelgard is still very much trying to kill Byleth - and Byleth Byleth, as in she didn’t view Byleth as merely a vessel that Sothis needed to enter like Rhea did at the time, but she saw Byleth as Byleth and still tried to murder them. Along with the rest of the Black Eagles. 

But nah actually betrayal and attempted murder is fine because Edelgard is totally in the right when she tries to murder innocent people for not letting her commit crimes because maybe eventually in a hypothetical future her half-baked plans will make some people live kinda better lives if they happen to have merit, I guess

[milfswriter]

Distraction

CEO!Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: Rhea’s deadly when projects are not done on time, so her employees need a distraction.  

Notes and warnings: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, Hate everyone but you trope, strap on.

You got into RipCorp, one of the most prominent tech companies in the country whose CEO you had the pleasure of dating for the last 3 years. You pulled your car over in front of the entrance, the valet guy you saw everyday opening the door for you, waiting for you to get out the car before parking it underground. Just the usual treatment for the boss’s girl.

You smiled at the thought of seeing Rhea again, it had been a very stressful week for the both of you in addition to her being in Paris for the past week. You missed her so bad, hence the skirt you wore today. (iykyk).

Before you got the chance to reach your VIP elevator, you noticed Dominik, an employee of Rhea’s, coming your way looking disheveled. “Y/n! Thank god, you’re here!” he panted as he stopped in front of you.

“Hey, Dom” you smiled softly at him, knowing Rhea must have been tormenting him about this project she assigned them to do, giving them one month to complete it.

“I just know I’ll be firing someone by the end of the month” she told you the night before she left for Paris, your head on her chest in your shared bed.

“So, Miss Ripley’s gonna be coming to see our project and it’s not done yet! We need you to distract her! Just 20 minutes please” you raised an eyebrow, knowing Rhea’s previous prediction is probably coming true today.

“You should know better than to leave a project undone when working for Rhea Ripley, you know that right?” he gulped, nodding. “We just need to get another generator to power it properly, 20 minutes will be more than enough to do that and test it before she comes. I’m pretty sure she’s on her way right now” he looked around for any sign of black suit and lipstick and sighed in relief when he found none. Damn, they ARE scared of her.

“Please?” he begged, his face yellowing “fine” you smirked as you thought of the perfect distraction for Rhea. “THANK YOU!” He whisper-yelled before running back to where he came from.

You got in the elevator, pressing floor ‘50’, where her office is. You were greeted by a fairly quiet floor, apart from the constant typing on keyboard coming from her assistant’s desk.

“Hey, Liv..is she in her office?” you asked the blonde girl. She looked up at you and pushed her glasses back against the bridge of her nose.

“Miss Y/n, hello! yes she’s there” you thanked her before walking a few meters and knocking on the big, double door of her office. “Who is it?” her deep voice echoed through the speaker next to the door.

You leaned your mouth closer to the speaker, “take a guess” you teased, smirking at the silence you received before the double door opened by itself, each door sliding to the side, revealing you to her.

She said nothing as you stared at her, walking into the office. Rhea propped her chin on her hand before you saw her press the button on the control panel she installed on her desk, closing the door automatically.

“Morning” you grinned, looking very..very suspicious. “Darling..” she spoke, her voice ever so hoarse before she stood up from her chair, squinting her eyes at you before rounding her desk and walking to you.

You met her halfway as she towered over you, your hands resting on her waist instantly. Her stare softened the longer you looked at her. “How was Paris?” you asked, the distraction plan begins right. now.

Her tattooed hand cupped your jaw, “Awful, I missed you” she leaned down, kissing your lips so softly you couldn’t believe she was the same person the employees outside were quaking at the mere mention of.

You kissed back, your hands squeezing her waist, pushing her back until she fell back on her chair. “Eager, aren’t we?” she grunted, “unfortunately, love..I have something to do..give me half an hour and I’ll be right back” she stood back up but you stopped her from walking any closer to the door

“They can wait, can’t they?” you pouted, pulling on her tie to kiss her as you stood in front of her. You felt her breaking under your spell, you just needed to push more. You didn’t know why you were doing this for her employees, but you took it as an opportunity to get fucked by Rhea asap and not have to wait for another 30 minutes.

She looked at you softly, “what are you doing, doll?” taking your hands in hers and kissing your knuckles.

“Distracting you?” you giggled, standing on your tip toes to kiss her hard. She furrowed her eyebrows, “What?”.

“They need more time..” you admitted and she snarled, letting your hands go and was going to make her way to the door again and you sighed, letting her open the door before calling out for her.

“Rhea please” you gave her sad, puppy eyes causing her to freeze at the door, turning her head to look at you with a stone cold expression, closing the door back and walking back to you. You really didn’t know when she was just stop thinking about this damn project and take you on her desk.

“They can’t use you against me” she shook her head, gripping your jaw in her tattooed hand. You always like to rile her up so she fucks you senseless, but it never used to take that long for her to crack. What the hell is this project that’s been filling up her mind?.

“oh, please..don’t be dramatic..they just need 20 minutes” You chuckled making her scoff, letting go of your jaw and rounding her desk again, typing on her computer before viewing live security footage of the employees rushing to wire the generator. “pathetic” she spat, closing the footage before turning back to you.

“They need time?..fine..I’ll give them more time” she pulled you by your hand into her, turning you and bending you over her desk while she sat on her chair.

You moaned, “finally” you whispered, feeling her hand sneak its way under your short skirt, lifting up to reveal your black lace panties, a dark stain in the middle.

“Oh, baby..I’m going to eradicate you” she growled, her hand landing hard on your cheek making you wince in pleasure more than pain, she rubbed your cheek before smacking it harder and harder until both cheeks were red.

She pushed her chair backwards, away from you.

“On your knees” she commanded, and you turned immediately to do as she asked. You gasped lowly, seeing the bulge through her trousers and she sat with her legs spread, leaning to reach the control panel on the desk and pressing a button to lock the door.

Her hands then went to unbuckle her belt and unzip her pants, pulling them down enough to get her faux cock out. She loved it when you looked at her like this. You’re hers, but she loved it when YOU knew it.

“Open your mouth for me, princess” her thumb stroked your bottom lips and you did as she asked, letting her thumb in your mouth and wrapped your lips around it, taking it to the knuckle in your mouth.

She took her thumb out of your mouth. “You know what to do” she leaned back against her chair and you gave her a small smile, taking the base of the strap in your hand and made eye contact with Rhea as you took her whole length in your mouth, your nose hitting the soft fabric of her black button up shirt that’s been tucked tightly under her pants.

“Yeah, baby..take my cock, let them have their time” she hissed, pulling your hair to take her cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your throat harshly, the other end of the strap rubbing against her clit in the most delicious way possible.

As you gagged, your hand went to grab her free hand as a sign that you needed to breath causing her to immediately let you go. You panted heavily with a grin directed at the glorious woman in front of you.

“Stand up, dove” you did as she asked, she reached for your side zipper on your skit and pulled it down, pulling it off you before pushing you onto the desk. she moved her chair closer, spreading your legs with a lick to her lips.

Oh, but of course. She had to be a tease. She kissed and nipped on your inner thighs. “Please..daddy” you knew what that name did to her, and you always took that to you advantage.

"Please what?”

she moved your panties to the side but stayed still. “please eat my pussy” that seemed to satisfy her enough as she dived in, groaning at the taste.

“hmm..so wet” she pressed her thumb to your clit harshly. “all for me, babygirl?” you nodded frantically “mhmm”. She continued licking at your pussy, her hands now going to your ass, squeezing it like a stress ball.

You were a moaning mess, squirming underneath her as she sucked the life out of you. “oh, god, daddy..please”

“keep looking at me..open those pretty eyes” her accent’s thicker than ever now, and you did as you were told, making eye contact with her the entire time she feasted on you cunt.

You know she needed this as much as you did, this company would be the death of her if you didn’t keep it under control. “I’m..I’m gonna cum daddy, please..please” she sucked your clit harder, not stopping even when you pulled on her hair, your legs shaking on either side of her as you screamed her name, knowing well that her walls are very..very soundproof.

You let out a whine as she moved away from you only to thrust her cock into your sensitive pussy, bottoming out and staying there. “oh, god!” you pulled on her blazer to stabilize yourself. “good girl..such a good girl for me” she leaned down so her body was against yours, kissing you hard.

You moaned at the taste of you on her lips before she lifted your chin to reach your neck, biting and nipping on it. “They’ll know not to approach you” she growled, “Ever. Again!” each word was emphasised with a thrust of her hips and your eyes were already rolling to the back of your head at the stretch.

The strap she chose was not so big, but she knew it was your favorite. not too long but girthy to stretch that tight little hole of yours. “you’re mine, damn it!” she lifted up your shirt, taking everything in her not to rip it apart right then and there.

“no bra?” she pinched both of your nipples, her pace quickening as you pulled on her shirt. “You knew my intentions the second I came in, you just kept teasing me!” You complained, arching your back as she took your nipple into her mouth, the other squeezing the other boob.

“You’ve become quite talkative, no?” She gave you one hard thrust.

“Shit, baby..it’s been more than half an hour now..I think they had all the time they needed, I should just leave you here to squirm and whine in my office while I go skin them alive for even thinking about talking to you!” You realised that you holding her back from her employees in her own building wounded her ego, so you just played along so she doesn’t start edging you.

“I’m sorry, daddy..j..just keep fucking me. It’s so good, GOD!” You screamed as she raised both your legs on her shoulders, causing the strap to get even deeper inside you.

She buried her face in your neck, breathing heavily as the base of her cock rubbed against her clit again. “Oh, no..sorry won’t do it” her hips began to falter and your legs shook at the same time.

You pulled her tie so she kisses you and when you both made eye contact, you whispered “cum for me daddy” and that was enough to send her over the edge, growling in your neck while you whined.

She kept her head there even after pulling out of you. “Was I too rough?” She whispered, kissing your jawline softly.

You ran your fingers through her jet black hair, shaking you head. “You were perfect” You kissed her lips, her black lipstick smudged around her lips.

“Lets get you cleaned up, baby” she picked up, taking you to the bathroom in her office.

———-

After you got all nice and clean and she took off her strap. She told you to wait in her office while she tells her assistant to get you something to eat until she actually goes to check that project.

“Fine by me” You grinned at her and she left, you wished you could access the cameras to see their interaction but decided it was better off to be clueless than the second-hand embarrassment you’ll get by watching them get yelled at by her.

A few minutes later, her assistant came in with a bag of food and handed it to you before leaving.

It was not 15 minutes late that Rhea called you, “come downstairs, we’re going home”.

———-

As you went downstairs, you saw Rhea already waiting for you in the lobby and took your hand to walk out to her car. You looked behind you, eyes scanning the lobby for Dominik and raised an eyebrow in question when you found him.

He gave you a thumbs up and you grinned. Rhea was impossibly hard to please, but just because she learned to please you, you did the same.

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[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Nightmare (Part 4)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You are tied to the bed in your old bedroom. The one you used to share with your ex-boyfriend. You look around, trying to find something that could help you free yourself and notice you're completely naked. You call out for help but no one seems to hear you. It's dark outside so it must be nighttime. Why don't your neighbors hear you? Their bedroom is exactly on top of yours.

You hear someone turning the key in the lock outside and a second later the door is pushed open. You see your ex-boyfriend standing in the door frame, you are relieved, thinking he came to free you. "Babe oh my God, I'm so glad you're here. Can you help me get these off?" you say, mentioning towards the rope around your hands and feet. But his facial expression was very different from normal, there was a fire burning behind his eyes. He was furious. A bad feeling creeps up on you, you are scared. But he wouldn't hurt his little princess, would he?

He walks towards you and shuts your mouth with his hand. "One more note and I'll cut your throat" he growls dead serious. Taking his hand off your mouth he begins to take off his clothes. You think you know where this is going to. Small tears running down your cheeks now.

He crawls on top of you and kisses your lips. You try to turn your head away but one of his strong hands wraps around your throat holding you in place.

He pulls away and starts kissing your neck, down to your chest and lower abdomen. You squirm under his touch, wanting him to stop, but you didn't dare do say anything anymore, fearing what he said would come true.

Gripping one of your boobs with one hand, he forces the other one between your legs.

He starts rubbing your clit almost aggressively and you try to close your legs to get him to stop but he's much stronger than you. You close your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

The next thing you know is him pushing his hard cock into your hole with so much force, it makes you scream and cry. Then everything goes black...

You wake up sweating and panting. You had a nightmare about your ex-boyfriend raping you for the first time.

You get up to get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, being as quiet as possible not wanting to wake Rhea.

"Hey" you hear her sleepy voice behind you as you stand in the kitchen filling your glass. "What are your doing here?" she asks.

"Just getting a glass of water" you reply and turn around. "then why are you all sweaty and shaking?". You shrug, "c'mon y/n, tell me why you're really here".

You sigh and sit down at the kitchen isle. Demi takes a seat next to you. You tell her about the nightmare and the fear your ex might find and harm you.

She listens carefully not interrupting you once. When you finish, she just stands up quietly and wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, resting her head on her arms next to yours.

"I'm here for you whenever you need me" she whispers. You take one of her hands and intertwine your fingers. The other hand holds onto her forearm.

You stay like that for a while until Rhea pulls away. "It's time for bed" she says in a low voice. "Can you stay with me?" you whisper. "You wanna sleep together in the bed?". You nod. "ok" Demi smiles at you, taking your hand and leading you back into the bedroom.

You crawl into bed and Rhea gets in next to you, tugging you in under the blanket. She reaches over you to turn off the light on the bedside table.

"good night" she whispers. "thank you Rhea, good night" you respond. Demi turns away from you and soon falls asleep again.

You listen to her quiet, even breathing. It calms you down, knowing you aren't alone and somebody's there to protect you.

You try to go back to sleep too but it just won't work. You turn to your side, looking at Rhea. She lays there so peacefully, the faint moonlight shining on her.

You feel yourself getting tired off the sight of seeing her sleep. You slowly drift off and fall into a more peaceful dreamless sleep.

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Part 4 of my Heal My Wounds series, enjoy! As always, leave wishes, request and ides in the comments.

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[catholic-character-tournament]

Catholic Character Tournament

Current Bracket

All polls here (tagged #cct polls)

Round 5 (16 nominees) is Wednesday July 5 12 PST

Character Submission List:

(Note, not in the order in the bracket. They were randomized for the bracket) (crossed out means dead-dead)

*707/Luciel Choi (Mystic Messenger)

*Abuela Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

*Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

*Amon from (Tokyo Ghoul)

*Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series)

*Asia Argento (High School DxD)

Aslan from (Chronicles of Narnia)

*Aymeric de Borel (Final Fantasy 14)

*Aziraphale (Good Omens) (Disqualified) The Volturi

*Belizabeth Brassica (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (Dimension 20 - the Ravening War)

*Blake Langermann (Outlast 2)

*Brother Cellanus (The Completely Unerotic Adventures of Brother Cellanus)

*Caesar Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

*Carlos Reyes (911 Lone Star)

*Carrie White (Carrie)

*Catherine of Aragon (SIX: the Musical)

*CC (Code Geass)

*Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

*Chuck E. Cheese

*Claude Frollo(The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

*Crowley (Good Omens) (Disqualified) Vanessa Ives replacement (Penny Dreadful)

Dana Scully (the X files)

Doomguy  (Doom)

*Double (Skullgirls)

Doug Jones (The VelociPastor)

*Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

*Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)

*Eddie Brock (Venom)

*Emilio Santoz from The Sparrow

Enrico Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Farnese de Vandimion (Berserk)

*Father Alexander Anderson (Hellsing)

*Father Brown (Father Brown)

Father John Mulcahy (MASH)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

*Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Spiderman)

Firestar (Warrior Cats)

*Flayn (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

*Frank Castle (Marvel)

Friar Tuck (Robin Hood)

*Gabriel (Ultrakill)

*Galahad (The Mechanisms)

*Gerard (Unholyverse)

Gloria Maria Ramirez Delgado-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

*Helena Bertinlli (DC comics)

Hell boy (HellBoy)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica)

*Hot Pants (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia)

*Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine (Fresh Precure)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

*Javert (Les Miserables)

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)

*Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) (Fate/Grand Order)

*Jesus (Jesus Christ Superstar) 

*John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty)

*John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

*John Ward (FAITH)

*Johnathan (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

*Junk Rat (Overwatch)

*Justin Law (Soul eater)

*Kawabuchi Sentarou (Kids on the Slope)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

*Kirei Kotomine (Fate franchise)

Knuckes the Echidna (Sonic)

*Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

*Kuroe (Magia Record)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)

*Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)

*Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

*Lady Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Leliana (Dragon Age)

*Leon (8:11)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Libra (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

*Link (The Legend of Zelda)

*Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Chronicles)

*Luis Serra Navarro (Resident Evil)

Mac McDonald (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)

Maddie Fitzpatrick (Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

*Marcy Park (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

*Mark Heathcliff (The Mandela Catalogue)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

*Mello (Death Note)

*Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Michael Carpenter (Dresden Files)

*Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

*Nate Ford (Leverage)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

*Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

*Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

*Pastry Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

*Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides (Web Series))

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

*Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

*RoboCop (RoboCop)

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle)

*Ryker (Roleslaying With Roman)

*Saint Citrina Rocks (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sasuke (Naruto)

*SCP-166 (Just a Teenage Gaia) 

*Seeley Booth (Bones)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

*Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

*Sir Keradin Deeproot (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sister Mary (The Young Pope)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

*Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

*Tammy Edwards (Legoland by Jacob Richmond) 

*Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

*Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler 2)

The Derry Girls (Derry Girls)

*The Penitent One (Blasphemous)

*Tobias Schneien (Ghost Eyes)

*Valeria Garaz (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 reboot)

*Valery Michailov (Goncharov - 1973)

*Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*Vito Corleone (The Godfather)

*Wesley Hailoh (Rhyme and Reason)

*William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

*Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

[ultraericthered]

That is so weird to me that canon gave us this wonderfully complex, interesting, multilayered, nuanced and darkly morally gray character who subverts the safe, boring, by-the-numbers archetype she so easily could've fit into...and so many of her "fans" seem to really want to paint her out to be just that safe, boring, by-the-numbers archetype who's just perfectly good and just without anything deeper or fresher to make her stand out as a three-dimensional character.

And just the way she and Edelgard act as narrative foils to each other needs more appereciation, Edelgard being a young woman who, due to circumstances and some of her own choices in the face of them, forced herself to fully grow up prematurely and miss out on living the more normal, more comfortable life a girl her age and with her status and privileges would typically want to have but that's the way she personally wants it to be (she feels she'll not live long enough to even begin to set course for a normal, peaceful life anyway), and Rhea being the opposite, as OP puts it "a youth in an adult’s body" who's opted to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders even when she'd really rather not and yearns for her dear mother to return to make everything all better on her own instead. Neither of them have the cause nor the means that are 100% purely righteous and devoid of harmful repercussions to others, but both of them believe that what they do have is at the very least necessary for order and justice, both of them are stubbornly unwavering in their convictions, and both of them act in the specific ways they do due to being deeply traumatized and uncertain how or if their trauma will ever cease. It's a desservice to simplify either character or both.

I’ve seen her described as a secret lover of animals who plays with them when nobody’s looking. Now this interpretation of her isn’t entirely without merit

Oh, definitely not without merit. I can totally buy she'd be like that!

Falling for the red herring

I’ve mentioned this a time or two on this blog, but a pretty interesting piece of Rhea discourse from the anti-Edelgard community is this notion that the localization ruined Rhea’s image by having Cherami Leigh portray her in an overly stoic manner, preventing her from being seen as cute as she evidently can be in the original Japanese dub. I’m not going to argue on that point: I don’t play with Japanese vocals on and I’ve learned long ago never to take Edelgard’s detractors at their word without fact checking them.

It is ironic, however, that these same types tend to scorn Edelgard for being “gap moe” for the sake of selling Heroes alts and paraphernalia featuring her. But then again, if Edelgard’s detractors didn’t have double standards they wouldn’t have any standards at all.

What I am here to discuss today is this recurring trend from some Rhea fans to try and portray her as more motherly than she actually behaves in either Three Houses or Three Hopes. A particularly good example is the fixation of Cyril as being something of a surrogate son for her. Let’s be frank: nothing in Houses or Hopes supports this notion. She took Cyril in and rescued him from slavery, but that makes him just one of many urchins that she’s provided shelter for. Aside from that she pays him no particular notice over anyone else. A far cry from the fandom notion that she looks after him constantly. Another good example is crediting her for all of the stray cats and dogs in the monastery - I’ve seen her described as a secret lover of animals who plays with them when nobody’s looking.

Now this interpretation of her isn’t entirely without merit: Three Hopes mentions in a rather off-hand way in one of the Azure Gleam supports (I want to say one of Catherine’s but I can’t recall and the supports don’t appear to have ever been posted online in a script format) that Rhea often plays with orphans, and though nothing proves this otherwise, it’s still a pretty impressive case of telling and not showing because we never see anything to support it aside from one character’s say-so.

So why do these particular fans do this? It’s quite simple: it’s because that’s how Rhea’s initially portrayed. When we first meet her, she’s serene, she’s kind, she’s accepting, and she’s certainly got a… motherly figure, as fanart so loves to remind us :p

However, this is a red herring.

As White Clouds continues, the cracks begin to show in her facade. She’s defensive, secretive, prone to deception without need, quick to judge, and swift in anger. At the very end of Silver Snow’s story, we learn the truth about her: far apart from being a kind motherly figure to those under her wing, Rhea lost her own mother to tragedy at what can be presumed to be a young age, and the slaughter of her kin left her trapped in that time of her life ever since. Rhea is, in many ways, a youth in an adult’s body who just wants her own mother back so that her many self-imposed burdens and responsibilities can be lifted from her shoulders. It’s why she struggles to socialize with others, why she shows affection through showering praise and the occasional gift upon the people she likes, and why she struggles accepting the good advice of others. She understands to some extent that she hasn’t led Fodlan in the direction it needs to go and yet she refuses to face her own failures and fix them herself.

This desire to portray Rhea as cuter and more motherly is simply the earnest desire of some of her fans to have her live up to the mask she first presents, and which is ultimately ripped from her face. It’s unfortunate then that that’s not the Rhea that actually exists.

Contrast this with Edelgard (because I was always going to go there :p) and you see her acting like a mother hen to her fellow students. She treats Lysithea like a little sister she needs to look after, she empathizes with Bernie, she expresses concern over Caspar’s future and opportunities, she scolds and sets straight Ferdinand, she urges Byleth to ponder on their own the mysteries surrounding them and the hidden nature of Fodlan rather than telling them what to think, and she keeps on Linhardt to do his work and focus on his future (Linhardt even calls her out on acting like an overbearing mother!) It simply appears to be in Edelgard’s nature to stubbornly care for others. She’s not too unlike Velvet Crowe (who is also compared to being an occasionally overbearing mother by those around her) in this way. This part of her never goes away - it only becomes stronger as time goes on.

It’s ironic then, that Edelgard’s detractors so often speak of her like she’s an ignorant child that needs to leave the room and let the adults - always Rhea, Dimitri, and Claude - do the real work of fixing Fodlan.

Projection is ever the signature style of people who dislike her, I’ve found.

[ynmnrmt]

You & Me & Rhea Makes Three

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

word count: 4,471

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

a/n: There's more chapters if you like this. What is 'wrestling', anyway?

You are on the couch with your girlfriend Jennifer. It has reached that special time of the evening when the lights being down this low makes sense, and you have just opened a second bottle of wine. Jen drains her glass, nearly hiccups, then fixes you with her big blue eyes and asks “Could we make love tonight?”

“Of course,” you say brightly, and feed her a chocolate from the heart-shaped box that lies open on the table. As she closes her mouth around it, her lips take hold of the tips of your fingers, and for a moment do not give them back. Then she feeds you a chocolate, and you grimace at the flaky taste of coconut inside but try not to let it show, this is not the moment for that.

“It’s been so long,” she complains, “I know it’s not your fault, but all those trips away – and, alright, this isn’t my fault either, but I’ve had all those night shifts, so whenever we do get a moment together and I’m actually awake I wish I wasn’t.” She tails off, and reaches for her glass again. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry it’s taken so long to just have a moment like this.”

“You,” you say, taking her little hand in yours, “have nothing to be sorry about. Come here.” You lean forward, and she leans in too, and when you kiss it does feel somehow unfamiliar, maybe she has a point. For a moment you break apart – then go back in, hungrier than before, the burst of oxygen fuelling the fire. She grabs for your arms and shoulders, takes hold of you, reluctant to let you go, and it makes your underwear feel tight and swampy.

As she mouths as your face, you hold her too, of course you do, one hand on her back to pull her in closer and the other on her hip. And before you know it the hand on her hip strays upwards, it slips its way in under her shirt and along her flat tummy, when you grasp the material of her bra she giggles.

“Let’s,” she slurs, all flushed with affection and wine, “turn things up a bit.” She clumsily pulls at her shirt, it comes up over her head no problem but then she is stuck with her arms tangled in the air, and you have to tug it free from the points of tension where it resists. Then it comes off, flies off to one side to be forgotten, and Jennifer sits pleased before you, panting for breath already and bare from the waist up except for the purple bands of her bra.

“You’re making me so-” you say. But then the door opens and your roommate, WWE superstar Rhea Ripley, comes in at a rush. It’s a small door, she has to turn to get through it, and then she slams it shut again after her and flashes you a wicked grin.

“I won,” she whispers, and gives the championship belt that hangs from her shoulder a little waggle.

“You did?” says Jennifer, delighted.

“Brilliant, that’s brilliant! Well done!” you tell Rhea as she throws out her magnificent arms and wiggles her shoulders, exulting in her own glory. It’s a shame to be distracted when you’re about to have sex, but you can still be polite. Rhea steps neatly around the room with her face lit up with joy, still celebrating, she poses for an audience of two and in her black leather bodice that has every inch of the muscles in her arms on show she hardly looks any more dressed than Jennifer. Then in one careful movement she throws herself in the air – and lands with a crash on the couch, between you.

Now you and Jennifer are both in her arms, an arm each, she has you secured in the kind of headlock she probably does professionally all the time and kisses you both with some force on the side of your heads. You shift about awkwardly in her grip, trying not to let her see how turned on you are.

“You must be so pleased,” gushes Jennifer.

“Yeah, I know how hard you’ve worked-” you’re saying, when Rhea finishes punching the air with glee and lands one hand down in your lap, and you jerk to a halt when she touches your erection, not just a touch, the full span of her hand across it.

“Oh my God!” exclaims Rhea – and only then snatches her hand back. “Oh my God, you two were getting sexy and – did I walk right in on you? Oh God, I’m sorry.” Rhea’s back on her feet, and it breaks your heart a little to see the happiness that beamed from her long, lovely face replaced by sudden concern. Somehow the dark makeup around her eyes makes it seem more sincere. “I didn’t even realise. Oh, and you’ve got the chocolates and the candles and everything. Hey, look, ignore me, alright? Pretend I’m not here, I’ll leave you to it.”

“No, come on, you ought to celebrate-” insists Jennifer.

“No, really, it’s fine. I don’t want to get in your way,” says Rhea. As she’s wearing tight PVC shorts, it’s hard for you not to look at the swell of her ass as she crosses the room. But then, framed in the doorway, she regains her fully-costumed majesty when she turns to look back at you and asks “Could I get a chocolate?”

You expect Rhea to just reach in the box and take one, but then Jennifer’s picked up the box – and out of this confusion Rhea drops to her knees in front of you and opens her mouth like a baby bird, and you can’t not then pick out a chocolate, one of the ones with the darker drizzle on top, and slot it in her mouth. Her lips close around your last finger just like Jennifer’s did, and for a second she sucks down the length of it, your hard-on nearly pulls a muscle. Oblivious, Rhea kneels there, chocolate in her cheek, look of satisfaction back on her face.

“We, uh, we might go off to bed – you can have the room,” says Jennifer.

Rhea lifts her eyebrows, and swallows. “No, no, it’s all yours, don’t let me stop you. I mean, I know how you feel, after a match like that I’m in the mood for a good lay.” She smacks her lips at Jennifer, and as if in trance Jennifer feeds her a chocolate too. You want to say something, because when will this kind of opportunity possibly come along again, but you cannot possibly imagine the words for it. “But maybe, you’d like to make this a bit more of a party. I’ve got champagne in the fridge, we can see what happens.”

“This was meant to be our special night,” insists Jennifer, slightly wounded, but then she glances at you and adds “but, it could be fun?”

“Yes,” you say, throat dry, “maybe it would.” Rhea is back on her feet and out of the room, you hear her rattle about in the kitchen. “Why do you have champagne, Rhea?”

“I mean, I knew how it was going to go tonight,” her voice floats through. She comes back with the bottle, shredding the foil over the cork. “Let’s go-” and she rips the cork out, too, then with the practised thumb of a woman who’s done this a lot spritzes you with the spray of foam. It catches you off-guard, it soaks your shirt and makes you laugh out loud. Rhea swings the bottle about, the stream of bubbles blast Jennifer squarely in the face – then, as she splutters, Rhea douses her own chest, as if to cool herself down. With her head back and her eyes closed and a little smile playing on her dark lips she’s clearly enjoying it.

“Oh my God,” gapes Jennifer, liquid running down her cheeks, “you soaked the couch!” But when Rhea motions her over to get some, she springs right into action, and drains her wine to have an empty glass. You quickly do the same, not wanting to be left out. Then, standing together, your head and your erection wavering dazedly between these two wet women, you toast Rhea, clinking your glass against Jennifer’s, as well as the bottle in Rhea’s fist.

“Well, here’s to us,” you say, after a swig that feels like harder liquor.

“Jesus, this is tight,” says Rhea, and thumbs open the first buckle of her bodice with a climactic-sounding grunt of relief, to reveal the beginnings of her breasts. Jennifer clutches at you, but she looks at Rhea’s chest. “I’m so glad you guys were up for this and didn’t go eurgh or anything, you’re such a cute couple and I’ve really wanted this for...and of course, I knew you’d be into it.” You tense up, thinking she could somehow tell, even though the bulge in your pants makes it shamefully obvious just how into it you are – but her dark-lipped, knowing smile isn’t towards you, it’s towards Jennifer. “Can I tell him?” Rhea adds.

Jennifer flushes, suddenly worried. “D-do you have to?” she stutters.

“Oh, come on, we’re all friends – I walked in on your pretty girlfriend masturbating to me,” confesses Rhea, and Jennifer turns pale as if this hasn’t added an extra frisson.

“It wasn’t to you,” she protests. “I was doing it anyway, you walked in-”

“You didn’t stop,” gloats Rhea.

“I was – I was literally already coming at the moment you came in, and – I was thinking about you,” Jennifer insists, clutching at your arm.

“Hey, it’s alright,” you say, and clutch her back, stroke her, try to reassure.

“It was my fault anyway – I’m glad you didn’t think this was, like, a betrayal,” says Rhea, and now she’s stroking you, her hand curls on your back. “Please don’t be angry with her, if you’re angry with anyone it should be me.”

“Alright, I’m not.”

“I’m so glad,” says Jennifer, all breathless, and then Rhea kisses you both again – hard, on the mouth, when she bites your lip you yelp and pull away to see her looking distinctly predatory and unbearably sexy. With hardly a motion she throws you both back onto the couch, and again slams down on it herself, on top of you, hips rolling and grinding as if she’s fucking you already.

Rhea reaches down and pulls, hard, with both hands, the cords swell in her arms and you dance on the edge of coming. You hear the rip, for one crazy second you figure it must be your flesh tearing but there is no pain, only your erection bobbing free in the air, she’s actually torn your trousers open. Then, with a bit of awkward repositioning, she’s opened up the zip of her short-shorts, grabbed your cock, and with a wicked flash of her black-rimmed eyes worked it up inside her.

“That’s so hot-” begins Jennifer. Then Rhea’s solid arm shoots out to cover Jennifer’s mouth, leaving her making the kind of muffled little moans you feel rise in your chest. She reaches desperately for you, her hands flop over you while Rhea’s cunt takes hold of you and refuses to let you go.

Desperately trying not to come, you reach up Rhea’s muscular back, maybe you’d meant to grab her but it’s more like you’re holding on for dear life. And you try to thrust, too, as best you can with her magnificent body pressed down on you, but it feels like nothing compared to the way she moves, she arcs back and forth, hard and fast like a machine but warmer and softer than any machine could ever be. As you cling to her, her undercut scrapes your face, and in the moment that nearly knocks you over the edge.

With each slam of her hips the studs on her bodice bruise your chest, and each one feels like a kiss. But not nearly so much as it does when she gets one hand on the back of your head, so you cannot escape – as if you would – and bites your lip again. You whimper, but it’s through a twisted smile.

Rhea’s movements become more frantic, more jarring and less controlled. Something shifts in her face, not the smug grin of victory any more but her mouth hanging open in amazement, she was wet already but now she feels like a typhoon around your cock. With one final jolt of the hips she freezes, throws her head back and cries out and soaks you. Jennifer watches it all with big liquid eyes.

With the orgasm out, sexual release pouring off her like steam, Rhea collapses forward on top of you. Your lip is swollen, it may be bleeding, the pain might be the only think stopping you immediately coming inside her. Now she’s taking a break you thrust again, you jerk your hips as best you can in the limited space between the cushions of the couch and her powerful body, it feels like an empty gesture but she perks up and goes “Oh!” as you do your best to give it back to her. With this encouragement she gets right back into action, pounding down on your hips, her zipper rakes at some sensitive areas but it barely registers next to the way her cunt squeezes you, as if when she draws back she wants to bring you with her.

Your thrusts synchronise, you move together, though you feel more like you are clinging to her sculpted waist and trying not to be flung off while she does the work. But if it is one-sided, she clearly doesn’t mind, her dark lips still curled in that knowing grin, her eyes still flashing out from the hollows of her makeup with lust and joy. And when her black painted mouth opens it produces the kind of low moans that pull at your heart.

Jennifer whimpers next to you. By way of keeping her involved you reach out to touch her, you want to convey some of this supremely erotic encounter over to her, instead you squeeze her breast. All the while you feel as if you’re going to knock a hole in Rhea’s insides, but she clearly doesn’t mind, she bows her head and nips at your ear, you hear her hot breath loud and lustful.

Then it is you who gives a feeble little moan when the endless slick motion pushes you over the edge, and you pump out what feels like a gallon of come. Rhea gives a few more agonising, beautiful shoves of her hips before she tumbles happily off you and lands roughly on top of Jennifer.

“That was so good,” sighs Rhea, and nuzzles at Jennifer’s cheek.

“Yeah,” says Jennifer, breathless herself even though she was hardly involved. She still has the mark of Rhea’s black lipstick at an angle across her mouth. “That was really hot. I’d never even thought…” As if drawn by a magnet you flop down on top of them as well, and reach your head past Rhea’s to kiss your girlfriend. But Rhea is still there, and it is so easy for her to horn her way in, and soon you do not know who you’re kissing or why.

Then Rhea swishes to her feet and breaks you and Jennifer apart. She plants one big chunky boot on the couch, between you, and says “Unzip me.” Jennifer swallows down the rest of her glass of wine in a second, and wastes no time taking the zip between thumb and forefinger – but works it down slowly, her other hand behind Rhea’s calf as if she’s afraid of losing her grip. For a moment you feel displaced, there is no unzipping for you, but then Rhea catches your eye, and plucks at the buckles of her bodice, and immediately you rise to join her.

It is a fumbly experience, not because the buckles are hard to negotiate, but because your hands are shaking, you are still incredibly turned on and feeling the soft strength of Rhea’s chest under the black leather doesn’t help. When you get the garment open she sighs, long and low, like she can finally breathe properly and stretches in a way that sends her breasts up into your face.

“I hadn’t realised,” you say dumbly, dazed at the sight of her bare skin, “you were interested in anything like this.”

“I was worried you might not be,” she says, casual and lighthearted, half a giggle to the words as she stretches her powerful arms back and forth over her head. Then she sets them back, and allows you to pull her bodice off completely. You gaze dreamlike at how she tapers down from her broad shoulders to her tight waist, on some level jealous of her, unable to imagine anyone wouldn’t want to look the way she does.

Down by your hip, Jennifer still fumbles desperately at Rhea’s boot, and very nearly has it open down to the ankle. You kneel to help her, with a little tug the boot comes off, and Rhea wiggles her toes at you – then she tries to put her foot down, and nearly overbalances from the extra two inches she has from the other boot. You and Jennifer shoot upright with no conferring to make sure she doesn’t fall, and gently cradle her in your many arms, sit her carefully down, and in businesslike fashion get that remaining boot off, for her own safety’s sake.

“Aren’t you sweet,” smiles Rhea. She refills your glasses, puts them back in your hands. Jennifer sips nervously and loudly, she shakes even worse than you do. “I liked it when he gave you a honk,” she muses to Jennifer, and then drops a hand down on Jennifer’s breast to give it a little squeeze, just the way you did. “You know, a quick honk?” Jennifer giggles when she keeps going, nervous laughs around her glass. In what you bizarrely think of as some kind of retaliation then you reach out for Rhea’s nearest breast, you’re even rough when you grab it, she just looks back at you and flashes her winningest smile. She snakes one beefy arm around you and squeezes you right back.

Jennifer shuffles forward on the couch, sitting right on the edge. Her glass clacks down on the table and she nervously proposes “Um, could it be my turn next?” Her eyes, dazed with lust, focus on you and she smiles with nothing but hope.

Rhea leans forward, she does not completely block Jennifer from your view, but she is there. “Oh, sweetie...you’re drunk,” she says, as if explaining two plus two, while she curls a finger and tickles Jennifer gently under her chin. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you might regret.”

“Oh!” replies Jennifer, suddenly short of breath, but not angry about it, rather as if she immediately sees the sense in what Rhea says. Her head bobs, following Rhea’s finger.

“I would never want to see you get hurt like that,” continues Rhea, as she refills Jennifer’s glass again. “Not that he would, I’m sure he wouldn’t dream of doing anything like that.” A warm glance to you, a stroke of your face, and then she’s put the glass to Jennifer’s lips and actually tilts her head back to send half the contents straight down her throat.

“You’re so considerate,” says Jennifer, all the syllables just about in the right order, then she licks her lips.

“Is – look, is this alright?” you advance, you’re trying to be authoritative and decisive except you’re also genuinely unsure.

“I hope so,” says Rhea, brightly. “I did worry about how this might come across from the outside, that it might look like an established couple taking advantage of their vulnerable single roommate.”

“We should keep this secret,” insists Jennifer, she grabs your arm – and puts your hand in Rhea’s. “A secret, special thing that’s just for us.” And her obvious enthusiasm, drunk though she may be, does make you feel a little less torn.

“I really don’t think we could take advantage of you,” you tell Rhea, and grasp her bulky, lovely arm to underline the point.

“Well,” her voice turns low and sultry, and she leans in close, “let’s pretend you could.” And then she sways back, lying down on Jennifer again which prompts a squeak, and she pulls Jennifer’s legs out under her arms to lie between them.

Part of you wants to protest, to say you’re not ready. But you are - seeing the woman you love most in the world encouraging you to go with the Amazon goddess who’s crept around your thoughts for so long, how could you not be? So you crawl on top of her and mount her, it seems somehow absurd to call it mounting her when you feel about half her size. You rub the end of your cock against her pussy, feeling the sloppy mix of wetness from last time, which hardly feels thirty seconds ago.

But you’re rock-hard again already, and you want it to be because of Jennifer, because of them both – but it’s not, it’s because of Rhea, like a classical sculpture beneath you except warm and breathing. Nothing in the world could make you not put it in her, as hard and fast as possible, strike blindly out for any spot that might make her feel half as good as she does to you, and when you go in she gasps and her face lights up.

You take her by the shoulders for greater leverage, you’re rough again, and it seems like nothing, like punching someone in a dream. The moans she makes, though, they’re from a different kind of dream altogether. You thrust like you have something to say, you catch Jennifer’s eye – I’m doing this for you! - and Rhea absorbs it all without complaint, but she pushes back, her heat, her wetness, oh God how she pushes back.

To start with it seems hard, the usual struggle of the second go-round, as if you have to fight yourself. But when Rhea has a full body-shiver of pleasure that you feel too, and Jennifer whimpers out “Keep fucking her, I want you to make her come” suddenly it’s not difficult at all. Any twinge or complaint from your body is just a distraction, and not much of a distraction, not at all compared to Rhea stretching out underneath you, and Jennifer underneath her.

With a lopsided lurch you realise that Jennifer’s wiggled herself around slightly, so that she can dry-hump the side of Rhea’s torso, you have mixed feelings about this but most prominent is the shard of electricity it sends between your heart and your dick. You drive yourself into Rhea with renewed energy and she cries out “Ah!”, the pleasure catches in her throat.

Jennifer’s eyes have turned completely liquid, dazed with desire. You crane out towards her and try to kiss her, if not her mouth then at least her chest, even her arm, any token affection to try vainly to show her she’s the important one here. But Rhea is in front of her, and is so much stronger, your tongue ends up in her mouth again and the sting of her teeth in your flesh feels better than any lesser kiss possibly could.

Now you’re pressed up against her, completely in her grasp, your bodies shifting and fading into each other. You see nothing but part of her shoulder, and even that’s kind of a thrill. You grasp and grapple at her, using your hands as best you can tangled up together like this, and manage to wriggle one down to get at her clitoris – yes, there it is, she yelps again and wraps her arms around you tight you might pop.

It’s just your hips you can still manage to move to keep fucking her, just the way Jennifer asked, you break a sweat and Rhea must feel your heart beating out of your chest, but you keep going, to stop now would take a minor miracle. You brush her clitoris again, not even managing to work it, only there next to it, but it’s enough, she opens her mouth and lets it all out in one low moan, the tension goes from all the stiff muscles of her torso – and she crosses her legs behind you in a last-ditch effort to bring you even closer. Barely able to move it breaks something in your mind and you come again, it’s not the explosion of the first time, it’s a relief to be done, you melt into a puddle on top of her.

Rhea gives you a shy peck on the cheek. “I want to do this forever,” she whispers, the flush in her cheeks obvious even too close. “I never want this to stop.” Then there’s some whimpering, and you realise the orgasm has short-circuited your mind to the point you forgot all about Jennifer.

You get up off Rhea, so she can get up off Jennifer, and you both help your girlfriend to her feet. She staggers, the look on her face could be one of distress, you open your arms and she halfway falls into them, then she says “Please touch me, I’m so fucking horny after that.” You glance at Rhea, immediately concerned you might go too far, but Rhea just smiles and inclines her head.

So you bring a hand down, the way you did with Rhea, to get at her softest parts – Jennifer rides your finger weightlessly for mere moments and in that time completely soaks it before she wails out a noise that really could be one of distress, as if she hadn’t meant to climax. She collapses forward again, this time she nearly takes you down with her. And you shoot another look at Rhea, worried this was all some test, but her look of delight is broader than ever, smug even, all you can see is the black jags of her makeup.

“Now let’s tuck her in,” she adds.

As you lie spooned in bed, Jennifer in your arms with her hair in your face, Rhea’s breath on the back of your neck, and entirely too hot, you wonder about the consequences of all this – what this means for your relationship, when the other shoe will drop. But the feel of Rhea’s hand on your belly, gentle, reassuring, just there, helps lighten the load. Very quietly, you lean forward a little and ask “Are you really okay with this?”

“Mm-hm,” mumbles Jennifer, with such enthusiasm you believe her instantly.

“Fuck yeah,” replies Rhea, and touches your neck with her lips.

[all-risejd]

Who Needs a Bedroom

This is an Outtake from After Shine. Due to the changes in Finn’s character (read: the definition of his sexuality changed as he progressed) this scene no longer fits in the way it is currently written. It might be tweaked for the actual inclusion. But we decided it was too good like this not to share. 

Judgment Day X OC

Set after Elimination Chamber 

The five members of Judgment Day could feel a pulse of something swimming around them. Thrumming between them. They barely made it back into their dressing room and shut the door when Damian backed Danika up against the nearest wall and dropped to his knees while rucking her little black dress up, the ripping of her underwear seemed to fuel Rhea on, who similarly pushed Dominik against the wall and hit her own knees, working at his belt and pants to free his cock. Finn, ever the cautious one, locked the door behind them and studied the beautiful picture before him. 

Damian had both of Danika’s legs tossed over his shoulders, one of his hands was still holding the front of her dress where he’d pushed it up enough to get at her cunt, his other hand Finn assumed was against the wall helping stabilize them. Danika had one hand tangled in Damian’s purple braids, her other hand was linked into Dominik’s, grounding each other, silently Finn wondered if the pair of them realized how deep their connection really ran. Rhea had pulled Dominik’s pants down enough to reveal the slight juts of his hips, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her hands on his thighs holding him exactly where she wanted him, Dom’s hand not holding Danika’s was resting delicately on Rhea’s shoulder. It was a mouthwatering sight. But the sounds were much better. Danika was making cute little whines, the slick wet noises of Damian devouring her clit and tongue fucking her had Finn’s cock twitching with excitement. Dominik was letting out louder choked off noises, while Rhea slurped at his cock, sometimes sucking hard enough Dominik cried out, Finn felt like his whole body was on fire. He wanted, no he needed. 

Finn wasn’t sure exactly what to do, until Danika’s eyes met his. She cocked her head to the side and moaned his name, the filthy little brat, “Fergal”. He pushed toward her, and Dominik, coming to stand in between Rhea and Damian who were on their knees. They hadn’t talked about this. He wasn’t sure where their boundaries were exactly, but the tangled hands of Dom and Danika caught his shirt front, with Danika pulling him into a sloppy and needy kiss, before Dominik was yanking him away for a softer sweeter kiss. Finn get like he was flying as the pair lowered their hands, to push at his pants, their lack of coordination he attributed to the two monsters on their knees and took pity on them, shoving his pants down his hips, exhaling sharply as he realized Danika was the only one who hadn’t been in ring gear, his grunt was loud and shocked him as Dominik instantly curled his hand around his balls and began gently tugging and rolling them in the palm of his hand, the heat of Dominik’s touch had Finn biting his bottom lip. Danika has pulled her hand back up to her mouth and licked her palm, before lowering her hand back down to encircle his cock, Finn wrapped his hand around hers to help her go as fast and as tight as he wanted, while he let his other hand fist into Dominik’s shirt front. 

There was something absolutely feral about fucking around with most of their clothes on. It sent a thrill up Finn’s spine and made him want more. It - sex, or the leading up acts for sex - had never felt like this, like he would combust if he didn’t somehow get more. His was so close to cumming it wasn’t funny, when Danika let out a shuttering cry, and her hand froze. Damian was shuffling around, Finn gazed down to see the taller man watching him, “Hungry, Fergal?” He asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Finn nodded, and watched transfixed as Damian stood, carefully hauling Danika into his arms, he tossed her down onto the couch, then grabbed the back of the couch to flip it over, “Sit up here, kitten.” He pulled the couch cushions out of the way, to make himself a seat, even as Rhea moved to sit next to Danika on the upended couch.

“Mami, leave the fishnets on please?” Dominik asked, his voice wrecked enough, it made Finn shiver. He watched as Danika hauled her dress up enough to reveal a pierced belly button, and her slick cunt to his eyes. Finn looked back at Damian, who was now knelt down on the couch cushions, his cock out, and hand slowly stroking it, Damain nodded his head, which was enough encouragement, for Finn to fall to his knees and crawl forward. Danika smelt divine, ripe and young, with the slight hint of Damian’s aftershave lingering on her thighs. It made his blood thrum with eagerness. He carefully ran his hands up her inner thighs, pulling them apart more, eyes hungrily devouring her bitten and kissed swollen clit, and her impossibly tiny slit.

“How the fuck do you fit inside her?” Finn grumbled, making both Damian and Dominik chuckle - although Dominik’s was muffled, as he was now between Rhea’s thighs, devoutly eating her out. Finn swollowed nervously, as the sounds of Dominik licking hungrily at Rhea’s slick cunt and the sound of skin on skin slightly behind him, where Damian was stroking his cock, the sounds were building and he was fucking flying. Danika, who had been so obedient for Damian, reached for his hair, tangling both her hands in his short locks, and jerked him forward with a high keening noise, as he exhaled harshly. His first taste of Danika was enough to make him forget all about the oddness of the situation (and really, he’d only found it odd that Damian had been kind enough to offer, so), he twirled his tongue around her clit, chasing both her sweet honey like taste and Damian’s saliva, he quickly found out how much the little menace liked when his teeth scraped over her, even as he licked and sucked and played. In the back of his mind he registered the fact that Vero had never allowed him this much freedom. 

“Fergal.” Danika wailed out, as he finally sunk his tongue into her, wiggling and chasing her taste. She was accommodating, accepting of the intrusion, but her body seemed to tighten responsively, and he could just imagine how amazing it would feel to bury himself inside her. 

“Demi.” Damian’s voice made Finn pause, it was steeped in control, “Can you and Danika kiss?” Finn peaked up through his lashes, and watched as the two met in the middle, Rhea’s hand tangling in Danika’s hair to yank her half the way into the kiss, Danika melting easily, yielding against Rhea’s lips, teeth and tongue. It was a magnificent sight, Finn moaned, and Dominik let out the most amazing shocked noise, before he did something that caused a slurping noise, and Rhea to instantly tighten her thighs around Dominik’s head, “Don’t get distracted, Fergal, give Danika what she needs, she’s got to cum at least one more time before you can see exactly how I fit inside her.” Damian was no longer behind him, Finn grunted as Damian’s hand shoved the back of his head, forcing him to have a moment of panic about not being able to breathe, Dominik let out an indignant squeak, which let Finn know that he’d received the same treatment, “Come on, boys.” Damian purred,  “Milk those pussy’s nice and good.” Finn groaned at the statement, but redoubled his efforts, alternating between rough broad licks over her clit, and pointed barbs into her slit, making sure her body trembled more and more, he raked his teeth over her mound, down to her meaty pussy lips, biting and sucking, before he closed his lips around her clit again, this time sucking for all he was worth, while flicking his tongue back and forth in a fast motion.

“Ah, ah-” Danika yelped, her thighs boxing his ears, as a gush of that sweet slick seeped out of her, Rhea had let out her own snarl, and was yanking Dominik to a standing position, Finn was pulled harshly back by Damian, the force of which sent him into the table, knocking it and the chairs over, as both Damian and Dominik hurried to move the cushions back to some sort of usefulness on the couch that was still flipped on it’s back, the men sat down close together, pushing their pants down enough that their cocks weren’t in danger of being pinched, Danika was the first to straddle Damian, with her back to his chest, while the large man held the base of his cock, she positioned herself over him and slowly speared herself, pushing down until he was completely engulfed, her face was a mixture of pain and complete bliss, “Fergie, ‘mere.” She begged, encouraging him to crawl back to them, he flicked his gaze to Damian who nodded, slowly. Finn had a hard time moving, however, as Rhea, whose fishnets were still on, but Dominik had ripped the crotch free of, copied Danika, so her back was to Dominik’s chest, as she straddled him. Finn watched, enraptured, as Dominik stroked his cock twice, before holding the base, Rhea slid down him with expert ease, honestly it made his mouth water. Danika whined out loud and made grabby hands for him, so he quickly moved to settle between Damian’s spread legs, Danika had her knees tucked under her thighs. 

Danika caught Finn’s face in her hands and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, as Damian gripped her hips, planted his feet, and maneuvered her up just enough that he could thrust into her with teeth jarring force. She let out a broken little whine, as she pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Finn’s hand, pressing it to her stomach, below her belly ring, Finn’s gaze drifted down as he realized what she was trying to show him. Danika was so tiny, and Damian so large, that every one of his thrust into her caused her stomach to ripple - more accurately, the outline of his cock could be seen, as he continued to thrust as deep into her as possible. Rhea caught his chin, drawing his attention to her - where Dominik’s cock was doing much the same to her lower stomach, but not as noticeable as Danika’s - before he could comment on it, Rhea hauled him into a searing kiss, biting at his bottom lip. He moved so he was between both women, and could trade them kisses, his hands working their way back down their bodies, eventually to play with both their clits, and trace over Damian and Dominik’s cocks as they pistoned in and out of the girls. Finn, honest to god, lost track of time.

“I probably…” Dominik growled, “Won’t last…” His voice was horse and a shiver was running over his shoulders and down his body now like a livewire, “Much longer…” He admitted, a flush on his cheeks.

“Let Fergie have a taste.” Rhea panted,as she continued to use her powerful thighs and calves to pump herself up and down, “Do you want Dom’s cum, Fergie?” Her voice was sticky sweet, but filled with lust, Finn found himself nodding wordlessly, “Good boy, now work for it,” She ordered, even as she pulled herself completely off, while also dragging Finn’s head down, he eagerly licked at the tip of Dominik’s cock, his taste buds singing at the combined near-sweet taste of Rhea and the salty precum that was no doubt Dominik’s. He didn’t get a chance to look up as dominik cradled the back of his head, and tentatively canted his hips forward, fucking down his throat, he gave Dominik a thumbs up, before the younger man started to roughly fuck his throat. It had been years since Finn had given anyone head, especially like this, but somethings he supposed were like riding a bike, and this was one of them, being careful with his teeth, he cleared his mind, and put his tongue and suction skills to good use. Dominik came hard, when he did cum, spilling down Finn’s throat. Finn swallowed it all down with a burst of pride, as the younger mans hips twitched, and Dominik’s hand petted Finn’s head, sweetly, when he finally did move, he was rewarded with the sight of Dominik once more licking at Rhea’s cunt, this time the boy was fingering her with a happy if not dopey smile on his face, three fingers deep, licking at her while she brutally rubbed her clit to satisfaction. Finn got to watch her cum, before he was being yanked on again, this time by Danika.

The youngest of them had tears on her cheeks, and was bent slightly forward on her knees, with Damian now behind her, caged around her, as he fucked into her hard enough she was letting out little sobs everytime. Finn could tell she didn’t mind really, but the overall view - Danika with tears on her lashes, and Damian literally fucking her like she was his property, it made the already lava hot pool in his lower stomach heat up even more. Finn kissed the tears from her cheeks, even as Damian cleared his throat, “I’m getting close, want to taste me, too, Fergal?” Finn found himself nodding, even as Damian gave him a beautiful grin, “Danika, how about you help Fergie until he can suck my cock, ok?” She bobbed her head, and looked up at Finn with her glossy and innocent eyes. He pushed his pants down a bit more, to free his balls which were dangerously close to being pinched uncomfortably, and rose once more up on his knees, he cast a glance at the others even as Danika licked the tip of his cock. He was still unsure about this in ways he wished he could pinpoint. Rhea and Dominik were in the cuddling-come-down stage of sex, curled together and trading lazy kisses, it was cute, honestly.

Dominik smiled at him, lopsided and young, “Fergie, she can take a face fucking.” 

Finn nodded his head, slowly, even as he carefully cradled Danika’s face in his hands, she was looking up at him with nothing but adoration and trust, she opened her mouth more, inviting him in, so he canted his hips forward in a half thrust, she moaned, as her hands rose from the floor where she’d been supporting herself, to hold onto his upper thighs, her eyes fluttered closed as she tightened her lips around him - now that he was slowly pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, he could feel the power of Damian’s thrust into her much smaller body, and honestly, it was the best feeling in the world, to have Damian’s forward thrust, his cock spearing into Danika with enough force, be what drove her head forward, and forced her throat to open around his cock. Finn could hear their moans bouncing off the concrete walls around them, but he wasn’t ashamed anymore, he was content to do what Damian wanted him to do, the man’s warm honey voice dancing through him as he commanded Finn, “Go slow, she’s good at it, she won’t choke on your cock, and she can hold her breath.” Finn felt his own eyes flutter closed, as he slowly rolled his hips forward and backwards, thanking whatever deity it was that had made Danika. 

“Fuck, Dani-Girl.” Finn panted, as he curled over her, his orgasm quickly coming, “You were made to suck cock.” He panted, “I’m so fuckin’ close-”

“Stop.” Damian ordered, Finn immediately pulled free of Danika’s mouth, which made the younger girl howl in frustration, “Kitten, I need to cum, we want Fergie to have a taste of us don’t we?” Finn watched as Damian patted her side, “You were so close, too, hmm.” He teased her even as he eased out of her, Finn watched curiously as Dominik pulled her into his arms, and onto his lap, but Rhea’s hand ran down the front of Danika, pushing and shoving her dress out of the way, before Rhea sank three fingers into her stretched out slit, Danika moaned, and whined in unison, Rhea grinned down at her, “Come on, Fergal, I wanna cum down your throat.” Finn crawled forward on his hands and knees, eyeing Damian's cock, he only had to get within grabbing distance before Damian had his head in his hands, and was dragging Finn where he wanted him. Finn was amazed as his mouth was gently stuffed full of Damian’s hard cock - his precum was more bitter than salty, but Danika’s honey nectar taste flavored it enough Finn didn’t mind - Damian was being soft and easy with him, letting Finn set the pace, even as Danika’s moans bounced off the walls, she was begging, begging Rhea to let her cum.

“Demmmmmi, please, please…” He could hear the broken and cracked little sobs that were falling from Danika’s lips, even as Damian tightened his hold on Finn’s head, and canted his hips forward a little harder, Finn hummed around the thick cock in his mouth, which was invitation enough for Damian to speed up his thrust, “DEMI!” Danika’s yelp was enough to let Finn know the girl had came, and hard by the sounds of Rhea’s giggles and Danika’s hiccuping pants. Dominik let out a noise that sounded like amusement, even as Damian growled, low and deep in his chest, the noise reverberated down his cock, and through Finn, before the man was spilling his seed down Finn’s throat. He swallowed as much as he could - what he couldn’t dribbled down his chin, Damian, once he seemed to stop pulsing in Finn’s mouth, gently guided his cock free of Finn’s lips, and pulled the shorter man up to lick his own cum off Finn’s face and lick his way into Finn’s mouth, Damian used his strength and Finn’s momentary shock at being savagely french kissed by the larger Puerto Rican to maneuver Finn onto his back between the four of them. Finn was leaking enough precum he was uncomfortable, which only served to make Damian’s eyes glint with joy when he pulled back and wrapped his large hand around Finn’s cock, fisting him tightly he pumped Finn’s cock twice before he pulled back. 

Danika climbed over him to join Damian on his right side while Rhea and Dominik stayed on his left side. Finn tried to help the girls get him out of his pants, but his body had turned to jelly with how much he needed to cum, he couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t stop the stream of moans that fell from his lips as Danika’s began sucking hickies into his hip bones, ignoring his hard and now painfully weeping cock. He couldn’t stop the tears that started when Dominik began biting and sucking at his ribs, his hand tangling in Finn’s pubic hairs after tracing his happy trail down and tugging so hard Finn thought he was going to cum just from that. He couldn’t stop the whole body shivers that started, or the way his back arched, when Rhea who was leaning over Dom began a violent assault on his nipples, twisting them first with her fingertips - her manicured nails scraping just right, then with her teeth and tongue as she proceeded to treat them like her own favorite suckers. Damian, always careful of the others, pushed Finn’s head to the side, and began an aggressive marking session on the column of his neck - which only served to make Finn squirm as he felt hickies and bite marks being layered up on him. He was so hot, and so wet from precum, his balls were aching, drawing up tight, and he needed something - it came in the form of Danika, shifting away from his hips, to settle between his spread legs. Finally, he thought, she’d take his cock back in her mouth and he could cum down her tight little throat - instead Dominik moved down his body, kissing a trail from his ribs to his hip bones that had just been abandoned. Danika’s mouth was going to be the death of him, he reasoned even as his back arched and he cried out in confusion, the youngest had taken both his balls in her mouth and was gently and persistently rolling them with her tongue. 

“Are you close, Fergie?” Rhea asked against his left nipple. What he managed to get out wasn’t words, but a scream of sorts, because as Danika used her mouth to sort of pull on his sack, Dominik’s mouth enveloped the head of his cock, and the boy tentatively licked the head - it was enough, sending Finn over the edge. Finn felt the scream before he realized he was the one screaming. He felt teeth scraping his over sensitive nipple just as his balls were released from Danika’s warm mouth, Damian’s mouth sealed over his, gentle and encouraging, “Dom, hold the cum in your mouth, we all want a taste.” Rhea ordered, Finn managed to open his eyes as Damian released him from the kiss to see Dominik grabbing Danika’s chin, the girl’s mouth open eagerly, as he spat some of Finn’s cum into her waiting mouth, he did the same with Rhea, who met Danika for a filthy kiss over Finn’s still twitching thighs, Damian motioned for Dominik to do something, Finn realized as Damian pushed his lips open Dominik tilted forward around Rhea and Danika to dribble some of Finn’s cum into Finn’s waiting mouth, before Damian caught Dominik by his longer hair and pulled him into a forceful kiss, Finn watched open mouthed as his cum leaked out of the corner of Dom’s mouth, only to be licked up by Rhea, who managed to join the Dominik and Damian kiss in a way that made his body yearn. Danika had managed to wiggle her way between the taller three, she stretched her body out over Finn’s, the soft fabric of her dress making his very sensitive nipples tingle in pain, as she gently kissed his lips, licking once more into his mouth. 

Eventually they managed to separate, using the cushions they tumbled into one another, Rhea, then Dom, then Finn, then Danika, then Damian, all touching, and panting, sweaty messes. Danika burst with giggles as she licked her lips, Dominik with a pout that only proved how much of a brat he could hauled her into a kiss that was almost demanding over Finn’s flushed face, it looked like the start of something more, honestly.  Rhea snickered, “Dom, I’m sure if you asked Fergie he’d let you taste him again so you don’t have to lick Danika’s tonsils.” She looked geared to say more when a knock sounded on the door. 

“Fuck.” Damian was quick to tuck himself back into his ones, “Showers all of you.” He smoothed his braids down and waited for them to at least be up and moving, he groaned as they shed their clothes on the way to the shower - Finn’s gear had been discarded on the flipped over couch. Their dressing room looked like a crime scene. They’d knocked tables, chairs, lamps and the couch over. Oops. Finn grunted as Rhea shoved him into the nearest shower and turned the hot water on full blast, after a moment of contemplation she pushed Dominik in with him, before dragging Danika into the next stall with her, all four strained to hear Damian, “Hunter, uh…”

“We got a few noise complaints from dressing rooms around you guys. Apparently there was some screaming and… what happened in here?”

Damian cleared his throat, “Uh, we had a party?”

“It looks like you were sore losers and wrecked -“

“No, uh we will clean all of this. Look, Hunter, you're our boss. There are some, uh, personal things we’d rather not have to tell you. There wasn’t a fight and we didn’t wreck the room on purpose.” Damian sounded a bit amused, even as Dominik offered Finn the body wash (it was Damian’s). The younger man had already soaped up his hair and was trying to give Finn enough room to get under the spray of the water while the girls next to them were giggling a bit. 

There was a long stretch before Hunter let out a strangled noise, “Please tell me right now Luis, as a friend, that you five are not fucking eachother.” Damian was eerily silent, “Jesus Christ, the five of you are…” Hunter sounded first concerned then, “You don’t fuck here or in the arenas anymore. Whatever bullshit you five are up to, remember optics and perception in this company is everything if I had known just how well Danika and Dominik could act like obedient followers I might not have agree to this.” There was a long stretch of silence, “Part of me wants to know how Devitt fits in with this, but honestly I’d rather you promise me this… group relationship had nothing to do with his divorce.”

“It had nothing to do with Vero ending things. She cheated. Fergal is a new uh, element.” Damian sounded mortified, “Hunter I promise we aren’t going to broadcast our bedroom antics to the world, contrary to popular belief I don’t wanna be the new Edge.” Damian sounded meek for a moment, even as Finn strained to listen and Dominik, over waiting for Finn to soap himself up, started to scrub him down. He felt his chest and neck flush. “I promise this isn’t going to become something you have to worry about. We will keep it out of the arenas.”

Hunter let out an exasperated sigh, “I don’t care about the bedroom stuff but I do care about the effects it could have on the younger three's career. There is a lot of… talk already about you and Danika and your age difference, Devitt is your age. Dom and Demi are closer in age to Danika. There are going to be whispers.” Hunter was pointing out Finn’s fears. The world would never accept them, “But it could give you and Finn an angle with Danika we hadn’t thought about. Everyone thinks she’s just with you, if she’s got good chemistry with Balor maybe she could do some ring work with him, be flirty and cute. Something to think about.”

Damian let out a little noise, one that Finn knew was a warning. “How about for the sake of all of us, you and creative let us handle our public displays of affection. We are after all the ones who have to deal with the fallout and implications.” Both men’s voices were too low to hear as Danika and Rhea shut their water off and moved into the stall with Finn and Dominik, Danika wrapped around Finn, Dominik and Rhea sort of coiled together. Damian joined them naked and angry and still half-hard a few minutes later. He looked pissed off, so Finn followed Danika’s lead. The younger woman kissed his chest and poured until he kissed her lips. Finn kissed his shoulder and collarbone before he, too got a kiss. Rhea just hauled him into one, but Dominik waited patiently until Damian reached for him like a good boy. “We aren’t in trouble, but we do have to clean up the room and pay a fine for inappropriate backstage behavior.”

“I’ll write a check.” Danika shrugged, “Not like we really care, right?” She leaned into Finn while Damian continued to scrub himself down. 

“Nope.” Rhea declared, “It’s not appropriate for him to ask about our sex lives either.”

Damian growled, “So, Ferg, you aren’t going to run from this right, you wanna be with us, we’ve all expressed wanting you. Now can we do this properly. Be together all five of us?”

“We are stronger together.” Dominik offered, “And Luis is right, Fergal. We love you. You're home with us.” The boy blushed deeply as he said it. 

Danika winked at him, “I already told you I loved you. My kids call you daddy.” She gave him a long look, soul searching, “We want you to be happy, I think we can make you happy.”

Rhea bobbed her head in agreement, “Fergie let us spend the rest of our lives patching up all the pain in you. Let us show you how good love, sex, domestic life can be. Let us-“ She pointed between herself and Danika, “Give you kids over time, let us all hold you through the darkness.”

“You’d have me baby?” Finn found himself stuck on that as he looked between the women. 

“I already gave Dominik kids, so naturally I want to give both you and Luis kids.” Danika said with a shrug, “I have always wanted a big family.”

Rhea hummed, “I do want children, I want kids with all of you. I feel like Danika and I should figure out how to have a baby together…” Rhea muttered. 

“Biologically probably not something we could do.” Danika snickered as the water ran cold and Damian turned the water off, “But I’d be game to try with you, over and over again.” The little minx had the audacity to wink at Rhea. 

Finn looked at the four of them critically. They were all naked, dripping wet in a shower room in an arena they’d probably been in before and would be in again. They had surprised him, sure but he didn’t want to let them go. “I think I’m going to be selfish. I want you all, I want the kids, I want more kids.” He offered, and found himself hauled into a group hug. 

Damian and Dominik kissed his head, with Dominik adding, “Welcome home, Fergal Devitt.” They dried off and got dressed in a tangled mess of touching one another and kissing, by the time they were out of the locker room in street clothes with duffles over their shoulders most of the talent that had been around them had already left.

[edgessunflower]

I loved what you did with Dom being angry. LIKE I ACTUALLY ADORED IT. Could I possibly get a part two where even though they had a confession and everything Dominik is still angry so next time he keeps his cool until Roman starts running his mouth again: this time she has to physically pull him off and calm him down right there cause she was worried for Romans safety atp. THEN THEY HAVE A TALK BACKSTAGE AND ITS ALL LOVELY DOVEY. And a riled up makeout session 😃💪

Oooh

Cool down

Pt 2 to this

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: Things heat up between you and Dom after yet again pulling him off of Roman

You stand next to Dom on the apron during the tag team match of The judgement day against the bloodline cheering on Finn as he goes against Jimmy before tagging Damian in to go against Sami. You yell while watching Rhea go against Roman, feeling your adrenaline boost up watching her then Dom against Jey clapping with the audience as dom gets up and tags you in feeling your mind focus only on Solo drowning all the noise all around you showing that you were one of few people that could go against him and put up just as much fight against him before tagging finn back in suddenly going against jey the next time you are tagged in feeling your heart drop when roman is tagged in and grabs you by your throat squeezing as he yells at your friends slowly feeling your airway painfully crush your airway crying and screaming not only begging for help but also begging the rest of the bloodline to stop roman feeling your eyes roll back in your head. You gasp for air as you come to only seeing everyone in the ring yelling seeing dom on top of roman like last week except as everyone grabs him to pull him off he only gets back and continues his ruthless assault, you immediately grab him whispering to him "It's not worth getting fired! Get up and come on everyone else will take care of this come with me backstage I don't want to be alone in the medical room...please" he pants and hits roman one last time before getting up and leaves the ring with you while your three friends deal with the other faction, he holds your hand as you are checked out luckily you only have a handprint bruise and a sore throat sitting outside and exit door by yourselves getting air "God I thought he was gonna kill you" you look at dom while holding ice to your neck feeling tears brim as he chokes with emotion "If you weren't died..I thought you were paralyzed or really close". "I had to stop him, I would never forgive myself if either of those happened" you sniffle as tears flowed down your face with your head in the crook of his neck as he holds you "Thank you for helping me" he shakes his head as he wipes your face with his fingers and sleeves of his flannel until he caresses your face "You're so breathtakingly beautiful mi flor" you feel your heart stop until he closes the gap kissing you tenderly and softly before he pulled you into his lap feeling the kiss grow more passionate before it got heated and frantic hearing your friends yell for the two of you leading the two of you to catch your breaths as you fix your wrinkled clothes and messy hair before sitting in his lap as everyone opens the door "Are you okay?" you nod showing your neck which looked better than earlier but was still bruised badly cheering when you learned that your group won the match celebrating with dinner and drinks.

[lya-dustin]

All is Bliss

Chapter 19

Cw: childbirth, dark magic, death in childbirth, stillbirth, blood, murder

Gif by:@criston-cole

Taglist:@mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @ewanmitchellcrumbs @sweethoneyblossom1

The moment Alicent cut her own palm and stained the feet of the Crone with her blood, Viserys’ heart stops and Alys begins a premature labor.

The queen tries to call for attendants and the maester for help, but something has her frozen to her spot as the Whore of Harrenhal braces herself at the foot of the Mother’s altar and calls for the Gods in the old Andal Tongue.

Hours pass or minutes, she cannot tell as tone feels as still as the statues encircling them.

Alys only grunts, as if used to the pain Alicent never got used to.

Aegon’s birth had been difficult, but quick, within the hour he had been expelled from her. Helaena’s had been easy compared to her brother’s even if she took half a day to come. Aemond’s had been long and painful, longer than his sister because of the scant ten moons between them.

And yet it did not compare to Daeron, Daeron who is her least troubled child and yet he nearly killed her as he came drenched in her blood and ruining her womb in his wake.

He had almost died with his cord around his little neck, the maester had even suggested they cut him out even when she was still alive.

It had been Rhaenyra who had stopped them.

Who ordered them to save her and let the baby die if they must.

She has three children already, they do not need another brother, they need their mother.

Somehow knowing she owed her for saving her made it all worse.

Alys Rivers births something that slithers in the shadows, like a snake or a worm.

Somehow, the Queen knows it has slithered into Rhaenyra’s rooms, into her womanhood and settled inside her as it consumed the life and soul of innocent babe within her.

When it ends both women are panting, cold with sweat and yet there is nothing except the cut on her palm to prove it was all real.

“They give life and take it; I am but their humble servant. With life comes death and with death comes life.” Alys says as she wipes away her sweat with her handkerchief. “If it makes you feel better, your grace, Princess Visenya would not have lived and her mother would have joined her in two years, you only hastened their reunion.”

Alicent pretends none of this happened as he kisses Rhaenyra’s cheek before they depart.

Had she lived, they would have been forced to kill her.

She never wanted this, but she needed to do it.

It is better this way.

A mercy, even.

Aemma was home a week when her grandmother came.

She had stayed behind for some matters regarding a potential betrothal between Joffrey and Lord Royce’s daughter, Rhea.

They had gotten along, with Joff wanting to write to little Rhea if mother permits it.

Aemma doesn’t know who hates it more, Lord Royce or Daemon.

This they laugh about when mother is abed because Gerardys fears all this stress has brought upon some minor pains for her.

When Meleys roars as she comes fast as fire. Mother disregards the twinges in her lower back to receive her.

If she is flying like that it means grandfather has died.

“I come will ill news.” The Red Queen said as she comes dressed in her bronze and steel armor with an old cloak about her shoulders.

“Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys’ recovery?” mother asked demanding they attend to her at once and call for a meeting.

“The king is dead. I grieve your loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin was a good man.” Princess Rhaenys says as they wait for the lords to gather.

“When did he die?” mother asked heartbroken, looking paler as another contraction comes harder than before by the looks of it.

“A week or less, his death was hidden but the smell gave it away within the day.” Princess Rhaenys answered solemnly and knowing the words she says next will be the final nail on the coffin.

“There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor.”

Mother faints dead away and that is when they see the blood coming from her.

When the maesters tell her the baby is dead inside her, mother locks herself in the birthing room ignoring those who only wished to help her.

She rages, curses everyone including the dead babe inside her.

Syrax roars in an echo of her rider’s anguish as it drags on.

Sea Dragon Tower shakes with their screams and then it all stops.

They know what’s happened and yet no one speaks.

When Daemon breaks open the door, mother is dead with a monstrous thing filled with maggots in her arms.

“They killed her, they killed her and the babe. First Laena and now Rhaenyra.” Daemon says as he takes out his anger and grief on the nearest thing he could find. “The witch, they Rivers woman. I should have fucking known she was a shadow binder.”

Princess Rhaenyra was three and thirty when she died.

Syrax breaks out of her chains after the death of the woman who’s cradle, she once shared.

A week after her mother’s funeral, Aemma is crowned before the lords and smallfolk.

She wears white linen with no adornments whatsoever and no shoes to symbolize humility and purity of the soul as she walks from Dragonstone to the town and past it until they reach the black sand shores Daenys the Dreamer once kissed upon arrival.

She is cloaked in Targaryen colors as if she were a bride by her Lord Hand, the Sea Snake, while the Highest Septon in the Crownlands blesses her and anoints her with holy oils and denounces the High Septon for his corruption in the same breath.

He does not crown her, no, that honor belongs to the Queen Who Never Was and only her.

The crown is blessed as Helaena, flanked by Baela and Rhaena, carries a black velvet cushion where Queen Rhaenys’ Valyrian steel and ruby diadem rests.

“Long live Aemma the Great.” Her grandmother whispers as she crowns her with the Crown her father and Queen Alysanne had chosen for her.

Aemma Velaryon was seven and ten years old when she was crowned Aemma Targaryen, first of her name.

Or as history will know her: Aemma the Great.

Anyways here's a poll cuz I'm stuck on the next bit.

[jdtrashman]

Countdown To Dawntrail Week 2: Ishgard

Week 2 of @voidsentprinces' prompt series.

Rhea Bosco had a simple life in Ishgard. Work at the Astrologicum, buy groceries, work on her latest novel in her spare time, rinse and repeat. As the only Viera in town, and one whose appearance would make her stand out even if that weren't the case, she had expected the past few years to have been more interesting. Not that she was complaining, honestly. Between fleeing Garlemald as a child and traveling for over a decade before finally settling in Ishgard, the young Viera had had her fill of "interesting".

But as she would discover tonight, "interesting" had not had its fill of her.

Feeling a bit cooped up in her one-bedroom walkup apartment, Rhea decided that an evening constitutional through The Vigil would be the solution to her problems. For a city that had been locked in a forever war for the past thousand years, Ishgard was an obscenely beautiful city. Even the poor and destitute lived in slums that the slum-dwellers of other cities could only dream of. The cold, gothic architecture contrasted beautifully with the glow of the street lamps. This late at night, there were few, if any people on the street besides her and the occasional guard on the evening beat.

Which, of course, made the sound she heard next ring all the louder.

CLANG!

Rhea stopped and gasped, as the familiar ring echoed through her entire being. Like a great dull bell being rung against a rock wall. A sound she knew well. "Fray?" she asked, whipping her head around. Fray was the most fascinating thing to ever happen to her in the time she had lived in Ishgard. A dark knight and an outlaw, she had carried on a summer romance with him (well as much of a "summer" romance one can have in a city determined to be tit-tighteningly cold every day of the year) but it had been stained with the mutual knowledge that it couldn't ever last. Last she had heard, he had died to a temple knight who got in a lucky shot.

Her legs moved before she could consciously command them to do so. Another sharp CLANG rang out from alley after alley, and it did not take her long to start having to carefully jump and step over the corpses of temple knights. A trail of blood and sinew and broken steel, that eventually led her to a church. "Gods, Fray, no..." she whispered under her breath, hearing fighting going on past the broken down door. As she approached, a young elezen woman, her clothes torn to pieces, sped past her with tears streaming down her cheeks. And with that, Rhea's sympathy for the men inside and on the way here withered and died on the vine. Rumors abounded about what the priests and temple knights got up to when no one was looking, which is to say when they were in The Brume. The people of The Brume were to either be ignored or exploited by the aristocrats who all but owned them like cattle. Rhea drew her star globe, her aether activating the intricate mechanisms to unfold all the parts and keep the globe shape suspended in mid-air, and went in.

What she found inside was not what she had been expecting in the least. At the end of the rows of broken pews and equally broken knights, standing over a priest begging for his life as he lie on his back, was not Fray. Instead, it was a young midlander hyur woman wielding a bloodsoaked greatsword. Her clothes seemed to be a Black Mage's robe, but with the robe torn and hanging loose off of her petite body, with the pants and sleeveless t-shirt underneath left bare. Her hair, red as the torch fire and blood that surrounded her, hung from her hair with all the grace of a freshly hunted rabbit.

"What you were going to do to that girl..." the woman said, her voice feminine, yet Rhea could almost make out Fray's signature velvety baritone beneath.

"I...I am a man of Halone!" the priest choked out. His arm was missing, and there was a distinct and disgusting red stain between his legs that made Rhea's stomach churn.

"Then I shall send you to her, so you can explain." with that, the woman raised her halberd up, the tip pointing down, and ran it into the screaming priest's torso hard enough to split his entire body in half horizontally. The woman turned to leave, and instead her eyes met Rhea's. Rhea could only imagine how she looked to her, long black hair blowing in the evening wind, her heavily tattooed body silhouetted against the doorway.

Then, the woman - whom she would come to know as Allie Shepard - spoke. With Fray's voice. "Hello, Rhea."

[mexxs-blog]

Now, being in between two of the hottest men she had ever laid her eyes on was certainly one of her biggest fantasies, but not being in control in the ring was NOT a familiar territory for Rhea Bloody Ripley.

In the ring, Rhea’s THE nightmare. She brings the brutality to the women’s and men’s division, leaving people laying in her wake, let it be security or her opponents. But today, she was the one getting a beat down.

Solo Sikoa. That name is the reason why she was in this sticky mess, and she was NOT happy. Solo had managed to book a three-way ‘I QUIT’ match between him, ROMAN REIGNS, and Rhea. Rhea had no clue whatsoever how he had managed to get the match booked, considering how uncommon inter-gender matches were in WWE, but here they were.

Rhea had both arms wrapped around the top rings ropes, her body bruised, bleeding, and heaving with exhaustion. They had only been going on for around 10 minutes, but Solo had a lot more stamina than she thought he might have had, and Roman, Oh Roman. He could pick her up so easily, his grip on her body always left a purple bruise, one dark enough to match her ring gear. Roman had unimaginable strength, throwing her around the ring like a rag-doll easily, not drawing a pant from him or breaking a sweat, let alone wearing him out, though she couldn’t say the same for herself, she hadn’t given up fighting yet.

Rhea had decided to take a minute to rest, setting herself down, holding on to the ring ropes with an iron-clad grip so that it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere. But the downside of her rest was that she was paying no mind to what Solo and Roman were planning to do to her. Big mistake.

Rhea knew she had to move eventually, especially if she wanted any chance to get back into the match, so she sucked in a deep breath, summoning her strength to get back up on her feet. Once she did, she walked into the middle of the ring, confusion washing over her as her eyes didn’t happen to land on either Roman or Solo.

But unfortunately for Rhea, her confusion didn’t last long. Rhea was met with a steel chair to the direct middle of her back only seconds later, the hit sending small waves of pain shot down her spine, causing a few of her muscles to contract as if she’d been shocked with volts of electricity. Her arms flung back instinctively as she dropped to her knees, a high cry of pain escaping her mouth.

Now that they had floored her, it was now Solos and Romans time to shine. Roman handed the steel Chair to Solo, who flung it aside, kicking out it out of the ring.

Roman tangled his hand in Rheas dark hair, dragging her to feet, slinging her arm over her shoulder as Solo stood beside her, him and Roman exchanging a slight nod before slipping their hands into the waist band of her shorts, using their upper body strength to lift her upwards, before throwing her forward, making her land face-first onto the ring mat.

Roman then moved behind Rhea, placing his hand on her back, holding her steady as he grabbed her legs, twisting them, eventually putting her into the Texas Cloverleaf submission hold, removing the hand on her back to hold her legs, applying more pressure as he lifted her upwards. In a blur, Rheas hands moved to just above his knees, stabilising herself slightly as she screamed in pain, her legs on fire.

Tears formed on Rheas lashes, her vision blurring slightly as she ground her teeth together, trying to distract herself from the pain that was searing through her legs and upper-body.

Though no matter how hard she tried, Solo brought her back to the pain. He gripped her jaw, making her already aching jaw throb, yelling at her, watching the way she shattered more and more, both because of the pain and the yelling.

Rheas tears dripped down her face, and she knew she couldn’t hold on, so when the referee leaned over her with the mic, she screamed out her submission.

« I QUIT! » Her sentence ending in a defeated sob, the pain from her legs ending abruptly as Roman let her go, causing her body to slam back down, her hands instantly finding her legs, pulling them to her chest.

Romans theme song blared around the stadium, but even the music couldn’t cover the taunting, teasing laughs and taunts from Roman and Solo. Rhea groaned inwardly as her cheeks heated up slightly at the sound of their laughs, raunchy pleasure building in her core. Rhea bared her teeth, staying in character as she rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face from the audience, and even worse, the cameras. But even then, laying in defeat inside the ring in front of 100,000 people wasn’t as bad as what she was going to face backstage, or was it really bad?

She was going to find out quick.

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« Fuck, fuck, FUCK! »

Depraved whimpers fell from Rhea, her head had fallen back onto Solos shoulder, her black-lacquered nails dug into his hair softly, grounding her. All the while, Her black hair messed up and tangled. Solo had both hands on her hips, holding her body steady, watching as Roman pumped his length inside of her, fucking her senseless as his cock dragged against her walls, sending shocks down her body, his intoxicating scent overwhelming her in the best way possible, making her want to cum right then and there, but Rhea knew she couldn’t, not until they said she could.

Romans hand found its way onto her throat, her pulse racing under his fingers as she choked, the tight grip on her throat limiting her breathing. Her eyes rolled back, a lascivious display that just made Roman want to fuck her all the harder. Roman and Solo could both tell how close she was, But instead of letting her finish, he pulled out of her, making her hiss in dissatisfaction, the pleasure that was heating her core only seconds before completely fading. Another ruined orgasm. Solo chuckled darkly from behind Rhea, vibrating her body slightly.

Rhea let out a needy whimper, overstimulation catching up to her quickly as Roman then dragged his hands between her legs, circling her clit gently, before pushing two digits into her. His eyes bored into her, watching as her head fell back, her eyes rolling and mouth dropping as he hooked his fingers slightly, causing a ripple of pleasure to flow down her spine.

« R-Roman! I- » Trying pitifully to form a sentence, Rhea got lost in the steady rhythm of Romans fingers as he added a 3rd finger, keeping his steady pace as he spoke.

« Tell me what you want baby, or i’ll stop. » He growled, using his free hand to stroke her collarbones, making her shiver, whimpering once again.

« please.. oh fuck.. please make me cum- please.. » Her plea was welcomed with a chuckle by Roman, who withdrew his fingers, filling Rhea up with his tongue instead.

Rheas eyes rolled back as she was filled fully with Romans tongue, egging her on, trying to get more of her delicious sweetness out of her. Rhea bucked her hips against his tongue, the amazing warmth filling her pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Saliva dripped down Romans chin, a smug smirk spreading across his face as he watched Rhea fall apart, so close to cumming.

Rhea was so close, but she managed to form a single word, directing it to either Solo or Roman, desperate for release.

« P-please-? »

Solo, who had been watching Rhea get the living daylights fucked out of her, smirked, nodding.

« Cum for us, baby. »

Those four words were all that Rhea needed, tipping over the edge, writhing and panting against Romans tongue as she came, moaning and whimpers filling the room.

Rhea rod out her amazing high on Romans tongue, pulling herself off once overstimulation started to hit. Roman got up from his half-squatting position, putting his arms gently around Rheas bare shoulders.

As Roman whispered sweet nothings gently into Rheas ear, Solo was unzipping his bag, getting out a change of clothes for Both Rhea and Roman.

« You guys better get changed, especially you, Rhea. Your little boys will be waiting for you.. » He chuckled, chucking clean clothes at her.

Rhea caught them, rolling her eyes.

« Shut up, Solo. »

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[princessmacedon]

{ OOC: TOA Anniversary Munday

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: anyone who needs a nudge ~

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Name: Red or Reddo

Pronouns: they/she/he, with a preference toward they/them

Birthday (no year): December 28

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Kentucky; EST (toa o'clock)

Roleplay experience: mmm, tumblr wise, about 11 years? i think?

Got any pets? a very smiley dog named Tobin (named after he of Valentia fame) who hasn't got a thought in his head

Favorite time of year: whatever time of year it isn't right now (no strong feelings, but i miss the heat when it's winter and the cold when it's summer, and the lack of storms when it's tornado season DSHFHSDFHS)

Some interests and things you like: drawing, music................. uh.. g..gaming?? hum.. i really enjoy reading people's thoughts on characterization both in terms of (the muse's) self and relationship with others, though i tend to just read and enjoy unless i feel like. qualified to talk about the character hahaha

Some fun facts & trivia about you: uhh... hrmm... ?? i'm a chronic level grinder in fire emblem, usually to my own detriment, and i lurk in the server far more than i speak in it ^^;; i have way too many stuffed animals on my bed (including a minccino as tall as i am who cannot fits and so must sits on the floor)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, Honkai: Star Rail, Pokemon, Genshin Impact, Dragon Age, Story of Seasons.. the more games release though the less i keep up with them HAHA

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: dark & dragon; lucario, appletun, zorua/zoroark, yamper, eevee+ (fun and incredibly unforeseen fact: i struggle with decisions)

How did you get into Fire Emblem? when i was still in high school some friends of mine kept gushing about some weird guy who had gloves, puffy pants, a singular full length sleeve, and his shoulder out. i didn't get the hype about him at all SDFHDSFHSDF but i liked the art and they liked the game, so i bought it to try it out

What Fire Emblem games have you played? awakening, fe7, fe11/12, fe4, fates (birthright & conquest), engage; i've started and need to restart shadows of valentia, fe6, fe8, and fe9, but i aim to play all of them one day!

First Fire Emblem game: Awakening

Favorite Fire Emblem game: in the end it's probably still Awakening! i have over a thousand hours in that game :softsmile:

Any Fire Emblem crushes? ough,, cordelia, chrom, lady rhea, uhhh. surely there's more but i've blanked HAHA

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: Chrom (on purpose because he got my ass with the ground cutscene immediately, fool that i am) - Fates: Takumi - Three Houses: Dimitri - Engage: haven't finished yet but it's probably going to be Diamant

Favorite Fire Emblem class: mages, dark fliers, horsemen.. i enjoy a good hero as well :]

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? i would be the merlinus of my class probably SDFSDSDGSDG definitely a magic user, probably a dark flier or maligknight, maybe a valkyrie? magic and staves, lower end of attack but higher speed + skill, glass bones and paper skin

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Blue Lions, i think!

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? hmm... i don't know anything about the dlc emblems, so i'd probably pick byleth for the dance/support, or maybe leif or lyn :thinking:

How did you find TOA? i heard about it from key for a good while, but i avoided joining at first since i was pretty burnt out in general. eventually zyra brought up the two of us writing macedonks again (we wrote together in an old group!) and i succumbed, hahaha. i was so terrified to join the server back then and she kept sending me screenshots trying to lure me in SDFFFSD

Current TOA muses: Maria & Katarina

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Maria! she's the mainstay muse for me, even if she isn't so deeply thrilling hahaha

Have you had any other TOA muses? Cordelia! I still love her greatly ^^

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? for muses, i tend to gravitate towards the soft-hearted type and the generally good-aligned, but i've been thinking about branching out more/again sometimes

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? in terms of tenses, i used to favor past tense but i usually flip-flop now depending on what makes my starter post sound nicest HAHA i tend to write event posts in present tense however, and sometimes change to match my partner. for threads in general, i'm drawn to emotional scenes and discussions and character bonding, though in general i like all kinds of threads ^^ and just as a general extra, i really love writing maria specifically. the way she puts in her full effort to love other people and the world itself is honestly really soothing to write sometimes!

Favorite TOA-related memory: i love watching everyone lose their minds when something Wild and Zany happens in an event, to be honest DSFDSFSD i haven't got a great memory myself, so nothing specific from me, but it's lots of fun to see :]

How do you pronounce TOA?: noah with a t (toah)

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? 😉 i am genuinely so close at all times to picking up wolf, though a preference for capping at 2 muses and general nervousness keep me from it :pensive: other than that, i've come really close to apping sothis before, and i have partially formed blogs for ced, citrinne, boucheron, among others