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bittersweetastoria · 1 year

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First prompt request! How about something like Rhea x reader but Dominik keeps flirting with reader which makes Rhea over the top jealous which then ensues hardcore smut of course.

Warnings; Jealousy, Almost fight, and a bit of smut to top it off.

“Dom, Seriously. Stop.” You speak up, sighing softly as you lean against the wall to wait. All of judgement day was due out for a segment shortly, but presently it was you and Dominik standing around in the hall waiting on the other three. You were still new to the team and way too clueless, honestly it did show sometimes much to Damien and Finn’s dismays. Rhea was working with you on it though. That was why you two had gotten so close. Even closer than you’d been before hand, which you hadn’t thought possible. But even still, you two were far from where you wished to be. Rhea was very, keep at arms reach when it came to you. In your mind, it felt very.. I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you either. That drove you mad, but honestly.. You’d rather that than have anyone else. Despite other people’s trying and advances. Most people usually didn’t do it around Rhea, because it was very obvious something was going on between you two. But there was one soul, close to both of you, who was just dumb enough to flirt where Rhea could see - and react.

Scrolling through your phone, smiling at posts from some Judgement Day fan accounts.. Even a few fan accounts of Rhea’s that you happened to grace. These people were talented.. You had to give them props for that. “Y/N, Come on. Just one movie. No harm in it.” Dom spoke up again, breaking you from your happy bubble of scrolling Instagram. You look up, to find he was now a whole lot closer and doing his best to charm you. Poor thing still couldn’t get it through his head that you were so not interested, and honestly.. Still saw him as that kid Rey and Eddie fought over when you were both young. He didn’t stand a single .001 of a chance with you, even if Rhea wasn’t the sole being you were interested in. “Dom, I am not going out with y-“ Before you could finish your words, you notice his facial expression had changed and he’d moved away suddenly. You follow his eyes, to find the rest of Judgement Day standing there. Door still open cause Finn hadn’t made it out after the other two fully yet. But that wasn’t what your eyes focused on. No. They focused on Rhea’s face. You couldn’t quite place what that expression was. Your brain shifted through ideas but nothing fit. You’d never seen that look on her face before. What you’d missed, was Damien’s arm held out to hold her back. Cause it was then, they called you guys for the Judgement Days segment.

By the time the segment was over, everyone was more than ready to head back to the dressing room and chill till Damien’s match. All but for Rhea that was. Usually she was all about the bonding time with her best friend and helping him get ready. But something was off. You could all feel it. Seemed only her best friend knew what was up, and acted accordingly. The rest of you were in the dark. “Hey guys, I’ll catch up later.” You called out to the boys, your eyes only shifting from the other females retreating figure for a moment to see Damian nod and push the other two clueless ones into the dressing room. Quickly you turned on your heel and began running after her. Took some time, but eventually you found where she’d turned the corner and ended up finding her sitting on one of black cases sitting around with her head in her hands. You wanted to reach out for her. But out of fear she may think it’s someone else and flip out, you kept your hands to yourself and crept closer. “Rhea..” You speak softly, stopping just before the box she sat upon. Your hands laced together nervously before you, as they always did when you were nervous or unsure. “Not now, y/n. Go back to the boys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Without even meaning to, your expression changed to a pout as you nodded and turned to walk away. Behind your back, you never saw her falter just because of it.

"Everything a'right?" Finn asked as you walked back in, plopping down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You simply shrugged, looking around. "Where's the other two?" You spoke up curiously, picking your phone up to start going through it again. Nothing better to do, lead to pointless scrolling. "D & D are sparing, lil warm up for Damo's match." Finn explained, grabbing his water and drinking it before turning back to the monitor watching the match currently happening out in the ring. You lost yourself in your scrolling, cause next thing you knew the boys were back. Your eyes scanned the room, expecting Rhea to be back too. She'd said a minute. But you knew better. That pull she had on you, wasn't present. That was a tell in and of itself. Licking your dry lips, you shift uncomfortably toward the arm of the couch when Dom's sweaty body dropped damn near on yours. "Oh come on." Dom started, clearly both amused and offended by your moving. "Just a little sweat, We all know you're no stranger to it." He commented, a smirk playing at his lips that screamed double meaning. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. But before you could form a single syllable, a hand was on your arm pulling you up and away from him. "ENOUGH, You hear me? Enough!" Rhea growled at her precious Dom Dom, having had enough of him flirting with her girl. Yes, Her girl. She wasn't willing to share you. That idea had you damn near giddy, both being her girl and only hers.. AHH. It was hard to contain yourself, but somehow you did.

Moving behind the taller woman at her urgency to, your wide eyes watch as Dominik stood and she walked up to him. Face to face. Pure tension. "Whats the matter, mami? Afraid I might actually steal your girl?" Before he could say another word, she shoved him back onto the couch and toward over him. That look on her face.. Wasn't a good one at all. Would she actually hurt him over you? You were actually worried she might. The other guys must've been as well, cause Damien came over between them quickly and got her away from him so Finn could usher him away to safety. "Chica abajo. Down." Damien spoke, his hands on his best friends shoulders to keep her still while they walked out. Once they were out the door, you dared to move closer to them. Into her view. Instantly, she relaxed and Damien let go of her. "A'right, I got a match to do.." He began, stepping out from between you two. Instantly, Rhea had her arm around you. You relaxed instantly, leaning into her muscular frame. "Good luck, Dami." You spoke up, Rhea squeezed you lightly - as if to remind you she was there. "Yeah, Good luck mate. Sorry bout.. that." She motioned back to the couch, look of guilt on her face. Damien laughed, shaking his head as he got his trench and put it on. "Don't worry about it.. Boy had it coming. Now claim your damn girl so we can get back to normal around here." He commented on his way out the door, shooting you both a playful wink with his signature smirk.

As he shut the door, your cheeks turned bright pink. Did he just tell you both to.. Oh god, he had! He seriously offered up the Judgement Days dressing room, for you two to have sex. My god. Turning yourself slightly, you buried your face in her chest. "Y/n?" She called your name, her hands running along your sides until they found your hips. She took hold there, pulling you back slightly until you looked up at her. "You know you're mine, right? Mine and Mine alone." Rhea spoke, that tone sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. "I'd burn this whole world down for you if I had to. I thought all the guys knew that.. Maybe Damien didn't tell them, but they should've known. Dominik should've known what would happen.." She trailed off, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so she could press a kiss to your lips. That one little kiss unlocked something in you though.. Your arms wound around her neck, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her in for another kiss, one your lips wouldn't cease until you needed air. "About time you claimed me." You quipped playfully, gazing up into her gorgeous eyes that then twinkled as she laughed. "Oh baby girl, I haven't claimed you properly yet.." She teased, her hands cupping your ass squeezed lightly before picking you up. Instinctively, Your legs wound around her waist as her lips found yours once again. She moved you both to the couch, playfully tossing you onto it - knowing you could handle it from past experiences, both in ring and life.

You giggled, trying to sit up but she pushed you back down. "Nope, Down missy." She commanded, causing you to pause instantly. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips teasingly, Rhea took your hands in hers and pinned them above your head as she kissed along your neck. The little noises you made, only spurred her to continue down your collarbone onto your chest where she kissed each of your breasts as she unclothed them from your gear. "So gorgeous." She commented softly, moving down your body again - kissing and nipping along your stomach then right past where you wanted her most - to kiss your thick thighs. You clenched them, causing her to correct you again. "Nah uh uh, Keep them pretty legs apart baby girl. How else will Mami get to your golden nectar?" She asked as if it was the easiest question in the world. You blushed hard, trying to hide in your hair but failing since you couldn't move it. Rhea smirked, coming up to cup your cheek and glide her thumb over the redness. "Don't hide from me. Never hide from me, okay, y/n?" She asked, her tone switched to something so sweet when she did.. It made you fall even harder for her. "I won't, I promise." You speak up, kissing her thumb when it met your lips. She leaned down, you two kissed as her free hand trailed down to your core. Where you were already wet, and it could almost be felt through your gear. Rhea smirked into the kiss, nipping at your tongue that begged for entrance as she slid your gear aside and slipped her fingers into your heated core easily.

Instantly you gasped against her lips, giving up the battle of trying to get into her mouth in an instant. Hovering over you, She watched in amazement as your face morphed from the shock to pleasure so so easily as she continued finger fucking you until you were a purring and whimpering mess beneath her. "That's my girl, look at how gorgeous you are." She encouraged, slipping her fingers out unexpectedly causing you to whine out loud. "I'm sorry lovely, but Mami needs to taste you." She explained, pulling her digits soaked in your juices to her lips and sucking on them. She hummed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Admittedly, It turned you on even more to see her do it. Once she took them from her mouth, she leaned in and kissed you hard - you could feel her lips curl into a smirk right before her hand smacked your wetness causing you to jump and yelp. She laughed, kissing you once again. "Sorry baby, I couldn't resist. No more playing, I promise. So long as you promise not to hold back like you usually do.. I want this whole locker room to know who you belong to. Understood? No more misunderstandings." You nodded, your cheeks heating again at the idea of the whole locker room hearing you scream for her.. Hearing you cum for your Mami. But god, it was so hot too.. "Mami?" You speak up softly, your hand playing with her shirt now that you had your hands free. "Yes baby girl?" She answered, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Make me scream." With that said, she laughed as she pulled back and all too happily slid in between your legs. Her hands parting your thighs, as her head found home right where the ache screamed for her.

Didn't take long at all, before you were screaming for her over and over again as you came - hard. By the time you came around from your high, your eyes peeked open to find her digging in some bag on the floor. Trying to even your breathing, you kneed her playfully. "Am I claimed now, mami?" You asked playfully, sitting up slightly just to untug your hair from under you where it was now pulling. You'd probably sat on it when you arched. "Not quite yet baby girl. You will be after this though.." Rhea trailed off, in her hand was a strap she'd tapped to her chin. It was big.. But the idea of her actually fucking you? Had you ready to go all over again. "Strip, Now." She demanded, helping you up as she wondered out of the room. You peeled your soiled gear off, playfully tossing it where she vanished to. Shaking your hair out, you bit your lip and stood there waiting since she hadn't given more instructions. When she came back, she was strapped in with just her briefs on under the strap and her sports bra on - which you pouted about instantly. "Mami, That's not fair. You get my titties, I should get yours." She laughed, pulling your face to hers to kiss you before turning and sitting on the couch. "Go on then, take it off. Then come ride Mami. It's high time I claim my girl the proper way.. Show her what it'll really be like from here on out." You smirk happily walking over, fingers digging under the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.

Rhea shook her head, her hair messy from before fell into her eyes now as she gazed up at you. You couldn't help but to gaze back, stroking her cheeks once you dropped her bra to the floor by your feet. "Should we do this? The guys.." You stammered out, wanting her so bad still but you didn't want the guys walking in. "I texted them, they're not allowed back until I say so." She butted in just to ease your worries, her hands sliding to your ass and pulling you to her as she kneaded the flesh of your ass. Without another word, you happily moved to her lap and sunk onto the strap she'd already lubed up. Once it was fully swallowed up by your cunt, she playfully bucked up into you causing you to scream slightly from surprise. You slapped her chest once you could breathe, which unlocked something in her.. Cause next thing you knew, you were on your back again and she was fucking you quicker by the moment as the squish sounds filled the room with each thrust proving you were ready for her. "M-Mami!" You screamed, your hands clutching her ass - digging under her briefs to her skin, surely leaving marks as your legs locked around her. She picked you up after another thrust, pressing you against the wall hard before bucking up into you even harder than before. Her lips ravaging the skin of your neck and shoulders as she did. You'll be marked in so many ways.. You clung tighter to her entirely at the sheer thought.

That all too familiar coil in your stomach was tight, oh so tight. You knew you wouldn't hold out much longer, but by god you were enjoying this. If this was what being her girl, officially, was like - you were even sadder than you had been that it took so long to get here. Cause oh my god, this was out of this world amazing. Biting your shoulder, Rhea grunted as you moaned. "God baby.. I'm.." Your lips curled knowing what she was trying to say, clenching your thighs around her tighter your pussy hugged the strap tighter with each time it pushed in making it's exit harder. Nails biting into the flesh of the dark haired womans shoulders, you pressed your chest hard against hers. "Yes, Mami.. Oh! Yes!! Yes!!" You moaned as she rammed you into the wall over and over, your words sparing her on more and more. Your breasts, slapping into hers with each thrust into your tight little core. "That's it, cum for mami baby girl." She cooed in your ear, ramming extra hard once more - sending you right over the edge of ecstasy. "MAMI! FUCK!" You screamed as you fell over the edge, your whole body locking onto hers as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Rhea held you tightly the whole time, strap buried in your sensitive cunt even still as your breathing evened out and you slowly let go. She still held you, almost protectively. Ever so slowly, pulling out of your wet cunt with a pop. That you blushed at, and she chuckled before kissing you. "Now," She began, tilting your head towards hers with one hand while the other arm easily held you up. "You've officially been claimed. You're all mine." You couldn't help the tiny squeal you let out, as your lips crashed into hers.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley #my writing #writing request #this got WAYYY longer than intended #went from 3 paras for a week #to all this in a day #whoopsie!

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a-lonely-dunedain · 2 months

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(hi sorry yes I'm writing this trope again bc no one can stop me. I need Margim hurt/comfort like I need air ok. she's literally everything 2 me. I'm normal about them. I'm sooo normal about the traumatized berserker lady and her soft healer husband <- *lying*)

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Blades cut, bones crack, orcs and men die screaming.

There is horror in the familiarity of it all, how readily it comes back, the sick feeling in my stomach, the deafening noise, the smell of sulfur and death, little rivers of blood before my feet, dripping from the hands of this monster they call the Executioner of the Pit. There is horror in how, almost, natural it feels to be here. How the life I built for myself in the north now feels so distant now, like a foolish dream, one that I have now awoken from and found myself back in the Pit of Thorzhaf.

At some point, I wake up from that nightmare. It does little to help. Ah, so it’s going to be one of those nights.

I sit up and rub the sleep away from my eyes with shaking hands. I shouldn’t expect to get any more of it now anyway, not when my sleeping mind has seen fit to torment me so every time I close my eyes. The house is mostly black, with only a dim trace of light emanating from the dying embers of the firepit, but I can still see clearly enough that it is my home in Lhan Tarren. I turn to see Celeair sleeping soundly in the bundle of blankets next to me, I’m relieved I did not wake him.

I can hear the rain outside, I try to find it comforting, for there was no rain in Mordor. The sound is usually a boon in quieting those memories, yet I do not think anything will drown them forever. Especially not tonight.

I take deep, steady breaths, like Celeair told me to, but my heart still thrashes in my chest like a caged animal.

I know I am not in Mordor, I know I know I know, I am safe here, but the memory is so strong now, it drowns out all other sensations. I listen to the rain, I still hear screams. I grip the blanket with white knuckles, trying to feel its softness, but I still feel blades beneath my skin. A low rumbling of thunder becomes the uneasy murmurs of Orodruin, for a moment I can taste ash in the air, feel its heat on my skin.

This isn’t working. Unnamed and irrational terror grips my heart once again, and it will not let go so easily.

I consider waking Celeair. He could help. I want to let him hold me again. I need his soft voice and gentle hands to drive away this… this madness.

But my throat tightens and my hands tremble, my eyes burn with uncried tears. An all too familiar fear seizes my heart now. I could not speak without my voice breaking, I feel weak and pathetic. I cannot let him see me like this. I stand up, quickly and quietly as I can, and head outside.

The rain pours down in heavy, loud sheets. The cold water shocks my skin as I walk further out. That’s good. Cold is good. It’s far away from Thorzhaf. I lift my face to the black sky and let the water wash over my face, quenching the burning in my eyes. The rain is loud, everything else seems quiet. Finally. I stand there for a long while, letting the rain be the only thing I feel, hear, and think as it soaks through my hair and clothes. I finally feel like I can breathe again.

I do not know how long it's been, but I guess I should head inside soon, although I am reluctant to leave this cold reprieve, everything I came out here to escape is all too likely to come back then. Maybe I can stay out a little longer.

I thought I heard someone say something, that’s odd-

“Margim…?” Celeair’s voice almost makes me jump, how long has he been out here? I see him standing nearby with his cloak drawn tightly around him, straining his eyes to see me in the darkness.

“Yes, I’m here,” I answer quietly, barely being heard over the rain.

“Are you alright?” A rhetorical question, for he already knows that the answer, if not an outright ‘no’, is most certainly not ‘yes’. I think that normally— and I will fully admit my point of reference for ‘normal’ is shaky at best— most people do not stand out in thunderstorms in the middle of the night when they’re having a good time. Suffice to say, I’m in no position to lie to him. But I hesitate, the worry in his eyes fills me with shame. “I… do not know,” I mutter in response.

He steps forward and gently takes my arm in his hands, “let’s go back inside,” he says softly, “I think this rain will do little good for either of us.” he takes a step back towards the door, and I wordlessly follow him back into the house.

He wastes no time in stoking the firepit and providing it with fresh logs, and soon enough the room is lit up with an inviting orange glow. I stand nearby, half expecting an interrogation as to the reason I was seemingly trying to catch my death of cold, but Celeair asks nothing of me. Instead he just sits down in the small pile of furs near the fire, leaving plenty of room for me beside him.

“Well, you’re not going to get very dry over there” he looks at me expectantly, but I can still detect concern in his voice. Reluctantly I sit down next to him, the heat from the fire feels soothing, and I try not to let it remind me of anything else.

“...I’m sorry,” I murmur, “I did not mean to wake you.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he says plainly, stretching out his hands to the fire to warm them “Truly, I think being awake is the least of my concerns at the moment.”

“It was only a nightmare, I did not mean to trouble you over it,” I look away from him, ashamed “I just… needed to clear my head.”

“You know, you don’t have to worry about waking me up next time, if you think it could be of any help. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I know… I wanted to but I… I don’t know why I couldn’t," the words come haltingly from me "It’s just… I felt so weak, on the brink of shattering, I couldn’t… I didn’t want you to see me like that.” my brow furrows in frustration, I make it sound like a matter of wounded pride, but that is not what I’m trying to say to him. I am not a prideful woman, I think there is little for me to be proud of. It’s just that Celeair is not a fighter, he knows not how to wield a blade nor has any desire to, so to a large extent he relies on me for protection. I don’t like letting him see me so weak. I want him to feel safe around me, like I can protect him from all harm, but how can he when I cannot even protect myself from myself? When I can be broken by a mere memory? I hate the thought of anyone seeing me in such a state, especially him.

Celeair reaches for my hand and gently holds it, his fingers slotting perfectly between my own. He says nothing, merely offering a simple gesture of comfort as he sits in thoughtful silence.

“In my line of work I see everyone at their lowest,” he says quietly after some thought, “rendered helpless by sickness or injury. I’ve tended to everyone from the common man to the mightiest of warriors, and never thought any less of them for it,” he gives my hand a gentle reassuring squeeze, “because no one is untouchable. You aren’t weak for being hurt.”

“I certainly don’t feel very strong either,” the slight tremble in my voice betrays that fact all too well.

“No one does, not when they’re in this much pain." his thumb gently bushes mine in a soothing motion, "It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially after everything you’ve lived through.”

I just look on into the fire, not knowing what to say. I know he’s telling the truth, I know he is the last person in the world who would ever think less of me for even a display as pathetic as this, but it still feels pathetic nonetheless.

And, I do not think it’s just that… the thought of allowing myself to be so broken, openly, for someone to see -even someone I trust as much as Celeair- just feels so wrong. Terrifying, actually. Weakness and fear go hand in hand for me, where one is the other follows closely behind. If I am weak I am afraid, weakness meant death in Mordor, and it is an instinct that is not easily unlearned. I know that no harm will come to me here, but my heart never seems to believe it.

“I am not ashamed, I’m just afraid.” I finally croak out, wishing my voice would not so readily betray the fact that I am on the brink of tears. I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to bury the sorrow welling up in my eyes. To my credit, after a few shaky breaths, I manage it.

“Is there anything I might do to help?” he asks.

I pause in thought, I don’t know if there’s anything he can do to make this go away, but… “a hug couldn’t hurt,” I reply sheepishly.

Swiftly but gently Celeair puts his arms around my waist and pulls himself close to me. I instinctively return the hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him desperate to feel his warmth.

…and forgetting that my clothes have not yet had time to dry. “Oh. Now I’ve gone and soaked you too…” I mumble apologetically.

“Oh noo, how horrible,” he says with a soft laugh, laying his head on my shoulder as he snuggles closer to me, completely undeterred by my sopping wet clothes “I suppose we’ll simply have to huddle for warmth then, nothing else to be done about it.” I cannot help but smile slightly at his words. It’s a good thing he doesn't mind, because I do not plan to let go of him anytime soon. It's hard to think about much else when I'm holding him like this.

Everything is finally quiet again.

#lotro #lotro oc #Margim #Celeair #sorry other WiPs I got distracted by something else entirely...... again.#whoopsie!#lotro fic #hurt/comfort

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