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[darkenedreaper]

The Poolside

Pairing: neighbor!Jennifer Connelly x fem!reader

Summary: You come over to your friend Jennifer's house thinking it's going to be a nice time tanning in the summertime. That turns into something more.

Warnings: smut; finger penetration if you squint, oral sex (reader giving), scissoring, overstimulation, squirting.

A/n: Wrote this with @ilovemilfs999999999999 ❤️

It was hot outside with the sun overhead. You were watching from your window getting ready to get a tan in your yard.



Your neighbor Jennifer was also out, in her bikini and boxer bottoms getting ready to swim. She was applying sunscreen over her body. You were watching as she ran the cream over her shoulders, collarbones, neck, you almost felt like a creep. Until Jen saw you in the window, gave you a smile and a wink, and waved. You froze in place and smiled back, you think you two flirt regularly. One time you saw her masturbate on complete accident in her bedroom and you were scared to come over ever since. You have been over to her place which was huge, but only because you two got to know each other and had a cookout.



You found her so fucking attractive. You had so much lust and longing for her. She kept eye contact while she pulled her bottom a little bit down, just barely before her hairs were revealed, putting some cream there just for the hell of it. Her own hands roaming her sculpted abdomen that's glistening in the sun. You wanted to fuck this woman so hard, and for her to fuck you into oblivion. You honestly fell in love with her over the course of the couple months since you moved in, and you began to throb, fuck why now you thought to yourself. You have touched yourself before thinking of her. Only if you could have that in the real world.



Jennifer cocked her head motioning you to come over. This was dangerous. What was she going to have you do. You'd do anything she asked and that's the truth. All you wanted was to touch her body and run your hands over her abs while begging for her to let you suck her clit.



You waddled over to her yard which was it's own private residence. She had the side table filled with a book and some fruit appetizers.



"Hey, help yourself to the fruit. You doing well lately? Jen asked while laying down on her poolside chair, basking in the sun. Fuck you thought. Just wanted to ride her cunt right then and there. All of her exposed skin made you soaking wet.



"Yeah I've been doing good actually. How are you dealing with the heat?"



"I'm managing, getting my tan for the summer eh?"



"Yeah, same. What book are you reading?" You picked up the book and read the title, you've read this one before. It was about a sexy romance between a ceo and her assistant. Did Jen swing both ways? I really shouldn't be thinking about the older woman's sexuality but it was damn near impossible. Wasn't her business but she was dying to know. "Oh I've read this before. I liked it."



"Yeah I'm liking it too, except it seems like the main gal is being a toughie"



Yeah…I didn't like that either. So, how come you wanted me down here? Not that I don't want to be-"



"I just- wanted someone to chat with and…you don't have to be here obviously. You're nice to talk to." Jen scooted over to make room for you to sit down so you did so. Your ass grazed against her side and you were already so anticipated. You felt so bad about what you saw.



"I wanted to apologize about something…"



Jen looked at you like a confused puppy.



"Last week I- I saw your bedroom through my hallway window and I froze and I'm sorry…I had to tell your otherwise I'll always feel terrible."



Jen's face stayed a blank for a second or two. You were just waiting for you to kick you out of her yard.



"What was I doing?"



"Having alone time. Making yourself feel good. I promise it was by accident."



"I needed it that night. I'm all alone here since my divorce from quite a few years ago. Gets very lonely. Had to treat myself you know? A woman's best friend is her fingers and gut! Seriously, it's fine, don't feel bad."



"Really?"



"Yeah. Don't worry." Jennifer put her hand over her eyes trying to make out my face.



"You want someone for you, for a long time?"



"I'd…love that very much…I've been dying for someone with real want and caring for me." Jen stared into my eyes. Her beautiful ocean-green eyes. I want to kiss her so bad. Dance with our tongues. She gave me an interesting look. I could see the gears turning in her head.



"I don't think I've known before, hope you don't mind me asking, but how's your guy situation?" Jen asked.



"It's terrible. I've given up on them. I'm into women now…I've gotten to know myself and I got a type." Crap. Why did I say that?



Jennifer took the apple off the tray and took a chunk out of it while smirking. "What's your type?" Fuck.



"Older women. I like someone who's caring and have such a nurturing presence. Also, they're so hot, just like you." I smirked. No coming back from that. Oh man, she's smiling.



"You wouldn't mind being kissed by me would you? Or…something more than that?"



"I wouldn't mind riding you like a horse-"



Just after I said that Jennifer closed the gap between us, held the back of my neck and kissed me, hard. Full of wanting? How long has she wanted to do that? Doesn't matter because I'm right where I want to be.



"This alright?"



"Yes. Please fuck me."



We started making out again, her grabbing and teasing my nips till they were already hard so fast from the sensation. Jen unclasped my bikini top with one hand, bringing her mouth to my exposed nipple. Everything was happening so fast. I snapped back when I felt her tongue on my chest.



"Wait I-..."



Jen stopped. "Tell me what you want."



I pushed her back onto the laid back chair. She took off her top with ease, exposing her breasts smaller than mine, but oh so perfect to be in my hands. I went up to wrap my lips on her nipple. Flicking her with my tongue, she held the back of my head with her hand.



"F-fuuuuck"



I did that for a bit then I pushed her boxers down revealing her exposed pussy. She was so wet holy fuck. I took off my own bottoms and climbed over her to straddle her lap.



"You wanna ride my cunt baby?"



I grinded down. Our juices mixed and slid with each other.



"P-pleaseee yes-"



"God you feel fucking amazing"



She reached under my thigh and slid her fingers inside my cunt effortlessly. Her thumb went between our pussies and rubbed my clit with good preasure. I pushed myself further into her, nothing mattered right now besides giving my crush a good fuck I hope. I moaned so loud I had to cover my own mouth. Jen reached up to remove my hand. I whined on accident.



“You don’t need to do that baby. We’re far away from anyone really.”



You smirked and then got off of her. Her fingers pulling out.



"What are you doing?"



You pulled her by the thighs towards you at the end of the chair, getting ready to suck her clit and cum up.



"Oh you don't need to do that-"



"No but I do. I want you. I've been dreaming about this for so long."



"Oh fuuuuuccck"



You looked at her body before you dove it. Her sexy fucking v-line going all the way down to her cunt. Her delicious meat and nectar. You reached up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are erect . So hard and her breasts felt so good in your hands. Jen let out a noise when you pinched her nip. Then running your hands all up and down her body. How fit she was. Her toned thighs just below you. Abs glowing in the sun. Yeah, you wanted this.



You stuck out your tongue and licked a stride up. Then down. Then continued to her quivering hole. Clenching around your tongue Jen gripped the back of your head without hesitation. Pushing you in further. Wrapping your lips around her clit you began to suck. She instantly threw her head back at that. You looked up. Seeing her in such a perfect mess. Her mouth making an "o".



"God please, keep going. Make me cum baby."



So you did. Sliding two fingers inside her. Her guts getting rearranged. You kept sucking and flicking and fucking her beautiful cunt. Her looking down at you felt so good to yourself. Jen was in full ecstasy. Bathing in the sun. Getting a hell of some head from her horny neighbor. This was amazing. The pool looking good, light hitting the water so it gleamed on the both of you.



"I saw you fucking yourself and I wanted nothing more to be your fingers."



"You horny slut. Now you're getting it. Are you happy here? F-fuck I'm going to-"



Rethinking your position you nodded. Tongue moving with your mouth. Jennifer practically screamed. Shooting a liquid out of her into your mouth. You moaned and suck it all up. Looking back up at Jen she smiled.



"You gonna swallow for me darling?"



You swallowed. The lump in your throat loving it. Jen petted your head. Sweat on her face. Her afterglow looked incredible. You got up and wiped the cum off your face. Licking the rest to your mouth. Jen keep looking at you. Amazed.



"You're so beautiful. I don't suppose you want to be my girlfriend don't you?"



There was no answer other than yes.

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Hi! How are you? :) I have a question

You don't write anymore?

Hellooooo.

I do write. I just have a very long queue and am currently on a short hiatus since I started my new job.

But don’t worry I’m still here and writing in spirit 😂😂

Keep an eye out for upcoming fics tho 👍

[darkenedreaper]

pov: you’re scarlett johansson’s wife // sfw headcanons

scarlett knows you’re in love with New York and despite having drivers that can easily bring you to one side to another of the city, she knows you prefer taking the subway. you’re favourite is the Q train where you can see the best landscapes as it’s an open train space. your wife always makes sure to pick up a spot by the door, she always says “i want to see that beautiful smile on your face the whole ride” and as you watch the train going from Manhattan to Brooklyn, scarlett wraps an arm around your waist and looks up at you with pure love.

scarlett loves how you adore your county despite its bad sides. you’re here for work so you don’t go back home as much as you would want. the last time was at christmas two years ago with all the family. little pieces of your culture are spread in the house tho, through the food, the flag you hung in your home office, some products you buy at the authentic drug stores owned by people of your home-country. you also started to teach the kids your childhood traditions, your favourite meals, your native language even. sometimes you go out in typical restaurants, or the one that claims to be typical when they’re not, and your wife has to listen you ramble about how they couldn’t make a simple dish of your land and instead ruined it. “can you believe baby? they ruined it, look at this: chicken. why? there’s no chicken in the original recipe and yet i see chicken here, why you americans put chicken everywhere?” scarlett would laugh and sometimes record your little grumbles. the kids loves when you, their mama, cook home land dishes of a culture they’re starting to feel like theirs. your wife loves when your accent rolls off your tongue when you’re tired or pissed, sometimes even when you two fuck roughly; it send her over the edge in no time. however the thing she likes the most is when you speak in your native language giving her or the kids pet names or when you whisper “i love you.”

you’re the biggest supporter ever. the way your eyes shine when you stand beside scarlett at movies premiers, it’s unmatched. you always buzz around your wife when she’s being prepared by make-up and hair-stylists taking extra time to snap some phots of her proudly. you make sure her dress is always perfect and adjust it often during the carpet. you make sure scarlett is always hydrated, not only with alcohol but with water too!, and fed because these things are stressful and your lady has to be healthy. you step back when she poses for paparazzi photos even tho she insists to have you beside her, she would softly place her hand on your chest clothed by the black jacket and shares smiles and little whispers. “you’re so beautiful, baby” or “i can’t take my eyes off you” these are the words that you find to whisper to her in that moments when your eyes are glued to her form, your hand gently cradles her back. you in the end step back giving your wife the deserved moment in the shiny flashes of the photographer’s bulbs, she poses and you look at her, sometimes you would snap a few picture too of her beside the paparazzi. scarlett would peck your lips amidst the event, they reassure you like a warm blanket and she softly pass her slender fingers to wipe her lipstick off your lips. you watch the movie with rapt attention because despite everything, before meeting her, you were and are a fan of her movies. in the end you always hug her and pepper her lips and cheeks whispering “congratulations my love, you were brilliant!”, “i can feel the oscar baby, can i start your campaign now?”, “i’m so incredibly proud of you, you’re a movie star” or “look at that baby, they’re all clapping and cheering for you, you’re so inspiring.” at the after party you both dance, engage in conversation with people and sometimes only seat at the bar together. you make sure to drink only safe drinks and let your wife party as she deserve. you take care of her and by the end of the night she’s not much sober but you steady her holding by her waist, your suit jacket always ready to shield the woman from the cold gently rest on her shoulders and her heels accomodate your feet while she wears you’re much more comfortable shoes.

scarlett started a skin care brand line with her friend and co-founder, kate foster. you, despite not knowing a thing about skin care, started to be supportive since the first day. however you didn’t know your wife would make you be a tester. you forgot how many times you ran around the house to dodge her “c’mon baby let’s try this eye cream, i swear it will be good for your eyes!” or the times she would let you sit on the bathroom sink with a blue argyle mask on your face, a hand band with the brand logo that would definitely make your curls frizzy and messy. you would groan and grumble a lot but your wife is always quick to kiss you. in the end you fell into a routine of doing this pampering ritual every night. slowly you started to learn a lot about skin care and your wife’s work. you also would crash often at her office to just bring donuts and coffee or sneak to spend more time with your wife and the team. and much to your dismay, scarlett will never stop treating you like a tester, she’s already planning on dragging you at the offie to record some funny videos of her putting on your face brand new face creams.

talking about videos, you hate cameras and photos. oh you’re the opposite of your wife in this department. you’re a diplomat, an ambassador specifically, so you barely stand in front of cameras and address speeches, a safe way to do what you love without struggling with the media press. however since you got into a relationship with your wife and got married, you quickly became a target to paparazzi’s cameras. you awkwardly stand beside your wife when you’re taking photos at the event she has to attend, but scarlett is always there to calm you down with soft touches, whispers and little pecks. “it’s okay baby, focus on me, everything’s is alright”. when they catch you in the street you go protective over the kids and wife putting your discomfort aside. “little one it’s okay, look at mama, everything is okay. scarlett, baby, come closer to me. it’s okay”. when you’re alone, you just hide behind a hoodie hood. you rarely talk to the microphones and usually only offer politely smile and shield your anxious eyes.

scarlett never saw you crying in the years you’ve been together and probably she thought she would never. this until your wedding day arrived. oh, boy! the moment you saw her walking down the aisle you started crying for her endlessly beauty and the overwhelming love you have for her. after that you cried again, much harder, when your little girl was born. scarlett loves teasing you a lot about it. you blush rolling your eyes playfully and dismissing her with a groan.

you rarely fight but when you do, and it’s always for silly things, it doesn’t take much to crack the hard shell. one of you crawl in the arms of the other not much more than 1 hour later. you’re an ambassador so your job is to make peace, after toxic experiences in your past relationship, your communication level is high and you’re lucky enough to have found scarlett that is on the same page as yours. scarlett would hold you close and kiss the crown of your head. “i’m so sorry my love, i promise to work better on these things.” you would kiss her knuckles and whisper “i’m sorry too, baby, we’ll work on them together.”

at the end of the day it’s just you and your wife. you softly sway in the gold sunrise painting your skins. scarlett arms wrapped around your neck cradling the glass of wine between her hands while she leans to ghost your lips. your hand on her hip, the other hold your glass of wine close to the chest. you both hum the song that is putted on the background while behind you food cooks on the stove and mixes with the noises of the city. it’s peaceful, it’s a paradise, it’s you and the love of your life in a life that isn’t perfect, but has a glimpse of perfection shared together.

a/n: pt.2? nsfw part?

[darkenedreaper]

The Limits We Reach

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1K

A/N: This is a wonderful prompt from a lovely friend. It uses a prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 15th of January, which is 'tongue-tied'.

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You are in the training room. It is past midnight and you are watching her. Natasha hits the punching bag with the same unflinching rhythm.

You are standing behind her in the doorway. You watch the muscles in her shoulders coil and spring. Sweat has curled the strands of hair at the base of her neck, the rest hangs in a short ponytail that swings with every punch. 

You wonder if she will ever stop.

You clear your throat and watch the briefest pause in her movements. You feel her waiting. The pressure makes you tongue-tied. Natasha keeps punching and you know that she doesn’t want to hear you anyway. 

You walk back to your room, to the food laid out on the dining table. You pack it up wordlessly into tupperware containers. You don’t eat anything. You feel empty inside and eating only reminds you that it can’t be fixed.

You are lying in bed staring at the ceiling when you hear the front door open and shut. You turn away from the bedroom door when you hear her approach. Natasha pauses to assess your faux steady breathing as you pretend to sleep. You know it doesn’t fool her. She walks through to the bathroom and after a moment you hear the shower run. 

Tears stain your cheeks before you realise that you are crying. You wonder if anyone really wants to know you.

Natasha pulls back the covers and lies beside you. Silence stretches out. You know she isn’t sleeping.

Ever since they told her about this mission. About the young girls suffering and the scale of it. She can’t sleep.

She trains like her effort will correlate to lives saved. Natasha feels out of control. You know her.

Your heart is breaking from too many things. Under the sheets, you slide your hand over to touch her warm skin. Natasha tenses.

You pull your hand back to your own chest. You fight the urge to cry harder, you fight to keep your lungs breathing steady. You bunch the fabric of your t-shirt tightly in a fist and try not to make a sound.

Natasha is gone when you wake up. 

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Loneliness is the latest epidemic. 

The headline accompanies the breakfast news broadcast on the TV.

You sip your morning coffee and try not to think about it.

A tupperware is missing from the fridge and you know that Natasha will not be back for lunch. 

You spend the day with your thoughts for company.

When the evening gets long again and Natasha doesn’t appear, you begin to worry.

There is the gnawing discomfort of being alone.

There is the shame of being touch starved in a bed next to someone you love. 

Worst of all is the fear that Natasha will die. That you are wasting time.

You don’t find her in the training room, you don’t find her anywhere. You pad through the empty halls and you try to decide if she’d leave without telling you.

If there is a place past the hell you are currently in. (If you are about to find it.)

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Natasha is in the weapons training room. The sharp sounds of a gun being fired set your teeth on edge. It has always set your teeth on edge. 

In another time, Natasha has held you for the fight scenes in movies. She has pressed her lips to your hair. She has been comfort.

You feel incapable. You don’t know how to be hers. 

Natasha turns when she senses your presence behind her. She pulls back the ear defenders so they hang around her neck. She holds the gun casually. You feel the built in terror rise as you can’t look away from the gun.

You swallow and stumble over your question. The only one you ever think to ask.

‘Are you okay?’

The gun twitches in Natasha’s hand and you take a step back. It is instinctive. It is embarrassing.

Natasha rolls her eyes. 

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and beg your tears not to fall. This is ending. This is over. This cannot be love.

‘I’m fine.’ 

She intones it with an obvious implication. Her hand twitches again and the gun moves. You flinch back automatically. She is doing it on purpose.

You force your gaze upward to meet Natasha’s. 

Her jaw is tense. Her eyes are tired. She is stubbornness and misery. 

She blinks a few times too quick and you see her again.

She is scared. She is small. She is the girl in the cargo container, lying to her sister that things will be okay. 

You can’t tell if she loves you. You know that she did once. Every time she held your hand. Every time she smiled that hopeful smile. Every time, you knew.

You don’t look back down to the gun, even though the vague outline of it in your periphery makes you want to claw at your chest.

You look at Natasha’s eyes. The tightness in her jaw. The tilt of her chin and the smallest furrow of her brow.

She might not love you. But you might never stop.

‘I love you.’ 

You force the words out. Your mouth twists into a smile that can only be sad. 

You leave and try not to think about the way it doesn’t matter.

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Natasha leaves for her mission the next day.

You find yourself in the place that is worse than hell.

(You only find out when she’s already gone.)

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The mission is supposed to last three weeks. It ends up taking a month and a half.

You have moved out before the second week begins.

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You realise that the empty feeling comes from having a heart that is too heavy. You don’t know what to do about it. 

All you have is the hope that it will be easier.

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Natasha calls you. 

The contact flashes up on your phone and you answer without thinking. Your heart is too heavy and it’s full of her. 

‘I did it. I can’t believe. I did it.’ 

She sounds dazed. She sounds like she has witnessed a miracle. You grip your phone tightly because her voice is better than you remembered. Natasha talks about the mission and the words are hazy as you process only the joy behind them.

‘I can’t wait to see you.’ 

The words are tagged on at the end. 

You will always be an afterthought. You hang up.

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Requests are still very welcome for future January fics. More info in the pinned post if you're interested in requesting. <3

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uhmmm excuse me???? HELLO??? I am going feral

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patiently waiting for the zora bennett fics☺️

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patiently waiting for the zora bennett fics☺️

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just binged all ur ripley writings and WOW u have such a talent 🩶

I luv u

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OOPS my ask did go through omg 😭😭😭 it was the same thing so you don't have to answer it 😩 thank you!!!! I enjoyed the hcs so much...

a fun one i thought was a drabble/fic of rachel being extremely possessive and jealous so she doesn't just mark you with kisses but also writes that someone 🙂 is the property of miss rachel green

hehe thank u for indulging me - ✨️

you're very welcome! it makes me so happy to know you enjoyed it 🥰 I love all the requests you send in, so I really hope you like this one too 💕

Property of Rachel Green (Rachel Green x gn reader)

Warnings: jealous/possessive Rachel, not explicit smut but there's definitely suggestive elements involved, hickeys/marking kink

Rachel scowled as she watched you chat with one of your coworkers by the counter in Central Perk. She crossed her arms and slumped down further in her spot on the couch, trying to ignore the tight feeling of jealousy that was currently constricting her chest.

She made mocking mumbles under her breath at your coworker's responses whenever she heard them speak until Monica finally interjected. "If you're so upset by what's going on, why don't you go over there and do something about it?"

The blonde perked up at the idea immediately. "You know what, Mon, that's a great idea. I'm gonna go do just that." She got up from the couch, carefully smoothing out the fabric of her outfit and adjusting her hair until she heard Monica speak again. "Oh, for God's sake, Rachel, you look fine. Now, just go over there already."

Nodding at her words, she quickly made her way over to where you were still speaking with your coworker, someone who was absolutely gorgeous if Rachel did say so herself. Not quite as gorgeous as she was, naturally, but still, with you talking to them for so long she obviously had reason to be upset.

Much to her delight, you wrapped an arm around her waist immediately, tugging her in closer before turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, honey," she cooed in delight at the show of affection, shooting your coworker a subtle nasty look.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's it going?" You seemed oblivious to what was going on, and it seemed to her as if you were completely unaware of the envy lurking just beneath her sickeningly sweet surface.

"Well, it's certainly going even better now that you're here." Her voice was a low purr when she spoke, and she punctuated her statement by leaning in to give you a kiss, which you accepted gladly. "I saved you a seat," she added while gesturing back to the couch behind her, a not-so-subtle way of stating that she didn't want you ignoring her any longer for some other random person, whether you worked with them or not.

You picked up what she was trying to get across immediately. "It was nice talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow," you politely excused yourself from the conversation before allowing your girlfriend to tug you back in the direction of the friend group's usual spot.

Despite knowing you were referring to when you'd see them at work the next day, Rachel still rolled her eyes at your words. See you tomorrow. Yeah, and when they did they were going to know even further you were already taken for, that much was sure.

She spent that entire night having round after round of sex with you. You weren't quite sure what had gotten into her that had her begging for more even after you'd already finished a round, but you weren't exactly complaining about it.

The next day, you struggled to find a shirt that had a collar high up enough that would help to hide all the hickeys she'd left behind on your neck. "Here, sweetie. Why don't you wear this one?" She suggested with a sweet smile.

Of course you took her advice, giving her an appreciative kiss as you went to go put it on. She smirked as she watched you, having spritzed the shirt with some of her perfume so you'd smell like her and be reminded of her all throughout the day (hopefully it would remind your coworkers of her, too, especially the one you bumped into at the coffee shop).

Stil unaware of her plan, you continued with getting ready for the day while she sat scheming. There had to be something else she could do to let them know that you were hers. And then it hit her.

The passionate kiss she pulled you in for right as you were about to leave was thankfully distracting enough for her to be able to tape a sign to your back without you knowing- not one that said "Kick Me", but one that had "Property of Rachel Green" written on it instead. She could only imagine the reactions your coworkers would have when they saw it.

And if you happened to return from work a teensy bit frustrated with her for putting it there in the first place, let's just say she already had a few plans on how to calm you back down again.

End notes: do I already have an idea for a part two for this? maybe 🤭

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Hey I’m in the mood for some hurt/comfort soooo

Reader is the new intercontinental champion and doesn’t know rhea very well since the world champion has taken so much time off, during a press event for the royal rumble Rhea and reader are alone backstage, reader has a severe panic attack…

-thank you queen

Ooooooo you already know I’m on it✨

I’ve Got You- Rhea Ripley

Warning: Panic attacks and skin scratching!

"Watch your step," the p.a tells you, if only he knew. Every time you placed a foot on the ground you felt like it was sinking into mud and your legs felt like jello. "Just wait here," he tells you quickly before running out somewhere else. Where even the fuck was here? You'd rarely been to this stadium not to mention it was under construction and half covered in tarps that all looked the same. You felt like the halls you'd gone throw to get here were a maze and your vision felt like looking through ski goggles.

    You hadn't even realised it was happening, one moment you were celebrating one of the biggest wins of your career. You'd fought hard for it and soaked it in but as the crowd became muffled and your adrenaline came down the reality of such a title started to cloud your thoughts. Had the belt been this heavy a minute ago? It felt like a fucking anchor on your waist but you can't seem to get your hands to unclasp it.

     Your gear feels like it's strangling you and you reach up to scratch at your chest, your cold hand meets hot skin. Feeling your sweaty hair sticking to your neck is making you tense at the shoulders and closing up your body makes it feel like you can't breathe at all. You can hear people talking around you but they sound like they're underwater and you're drowning. You hit a folding chair as you stumble towards a corner and it takes every ounce of control left not to scream at send it flying with a kick.

    The room feels like it's spinning and you have no clue where the door you came in through has gone, you're trapped and exposed at the same time.

    "Congratulations," it's the first thing you hear clearly and it's because it's inches behind you, accompanied by a hand on your shoulder you immediately shrug off and spin around ready to throw your fist. "Woah there mate,"

    You knew who she was, god everyone knew who she was but up until now you'd never seen her face to face. 

    "Fuck," you say realising you just pretty much threatened her, "sorry I just... uh.. thanks," you spit out all at once keeping your wobbling gaze on the floor.

     "Are you okay?" she asks leaning down to your height trying to look at your face, it's then it finally catches up to her  what's happening when you don't answer. Your eyes finally meet but you're staring through her and your chest is moving way too fast, nails leaving red marks as you scratch at yourself.

     You don't even realize she's moved closer until your pressed against her body, her arms secured tightly around you. The fear in you recoils as you resist against her.

    "You're having a panic attack," she whispers gently, something you hadn't expected from someone you just met, no less the brutal eradicator who'd fought her way back from injury and ripped the women's world championship from Liv. "But you're safe,"

     Despite being held with your head against her chest you feel like you can breathe easier, the sensation of little spikes on her gear gives you something to focus on other than the way your skin itches. Her hands are heaving on your back as you get used to their presence.

     "Can you hear me?" She tries and you nod gently, she relaxes but keeps her embrace strong making eye contact with a staff member and mouths 'ice pack' to them. "That's good, really good,"

    In any other instance praise from such a dominating woman would send you gasping and flushing in another way but the way her deeper voice hums in her chest seems to soothe you. A young brunette comes rushing up to Rhea with an ice pack and as she reaches a hand to grab for it she feels your hands start to grip at her clothes.

    "I'm not going anywhere, I've got you," she recoils her hand before grabbing the ice pack and runs it comfortingly down your hair. "You fought hard but I'm protecting you now love," the young brunette stares at the scene and wordlessly puts the pack on a folding table nearby. Ignoring the questioning glances of people around you feel her moving you both and she gently pulls you from her.

“Sit down I promise I’m staying,” her eyes don’t leave yours as you shakily find the chair below you, the cool metal is a relief. Rhea turns to grab the ice pack then squats down infront of her, her hand immediately grasping yours as she maintains her promise to stay. “Put this over your cheeks under your eyes,”

She places the ice pack in your other hand and you friend it loosely, hands shaking.

“I’m not injured,” you try to tell her, imagining your make up looks like bruises around your face.

“I know just trust me,” she prompts the ice towards you and you let her go to place it, “deep breathes with me,” and though you can’t see her with the ice pack she keeps her hands on your knees you steady them, gently tapping her index finger to keep your air flow steady. You don’t know how long it’s been when you lower the ice but she’s still infront of you giving her full attention.

“Hey pretty girl,” she greets and gently takes the ice from your hands before wrapping them in hers to rid you of the cold. Your cheeks feel frozen in a good way, your vision seeming to focus. “You did good,”

“You helped me,” okay, well, maybe not the most smooth greeting, observing the obvious but hearing you talk to her made a soft smile cross her lips. “Thank you,”

“I’ve been there,” she admits and you smile, the world still feels a little fuzzy and your body occasionally trembles. “Is it the press conference?”

“Maybe? I think so,” you shake your head trying to clear it but her hand in your peripheral stops you, she tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and keeps you looking forward.

“I hate them,” Rhea dead pans and it makes you sniff and smile at her, “half of them don’t even watch I mean you saw Iyo and that guy who asked her about back up as if she didn’t have a well known established faction,”

“She broke you,” you agree and Rhea nods. The sound of people filing into the room behind the curtain makes Rhea turn around. You stand slowly making sure your legs hold you and Rhea keeps her hands out just in case. “Good to know you can spot,” you joke, a good sign.

The sound of Triple H speaking fills the room and it’s getting close to your turn, Rhea undoes the belt and helps you lay it over your shoulder.

“I’ll be in on the side okay,” she tell you firmly and you nod, “I’ll stay until you’re done,”

“You don’t know me?” You question turning to look at the chair and ice, this woman you’d rarely interacted with had just seamlessly brought you down from a full fledged panic attack and though you were grateful, you didn’t understand. She holds out a hand to you which you take quickly,

“Rhea Ripley,”

Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoyed! I realised at the end I didn’t even mention the rumble my bad 😥

Anxiety peeps! Fun-fact using an ice pack or doing an ice dive can bring your distress tolerance levels down! It’s called temperature regulation. Healthy brain things ✨🧠

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Fury: Why the hell are Carter and Romanoff not answering their comms?

Peggy and Natasha somewhere after the mission:

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These matches have been a bit freaky lately 😏 like you can't tell me you don't see the tension

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it’s a good day to be a lesbian and a rhea ripley fan

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Rhea Ripley Masterlist

✰ Request | Fandoms | Rules | Buy me a coffee?

Fluff —

"First Time For Everything" || Synopsis: Can you write a horse rider reader with Rhea Ripley?? Maybe the reader takes her to the livery and persuades Demi to get on one of the reader's horses.

"Emotional" || Synopsis: Um could you do a one-shot on where Rhea/Demi realizes she is in love with the reader and gets all emotional. The reader comforts her and lets her spill all of her thoughts.

"Didn't I Say So?" || Synopsis: Ahh i love your rhea ripley posts and wanted to ask if you could write something where the reader just won against someone and rhea was watching it?

"Girlfriend Behind Closed Doors" || Synopsis: Please do a short fic about you and rhea being enemies for wwe but actually be couple off camera. Kinda like Seth and Becky.

"Surprises" || Synopsis: Where they’ve been dating for about 2 months and Rhea doesn’t know that reader has a 4 months old baby from the previous relationship. After reader opens up about it and introduces them Rhea falls in love with the baby.

"Manicure Mania" || Synopsis: Heyyy i have a request for rhea ripley/ demi bennett. What about her with fem!reader who does nails?? like have you seen her nails girl?

"First Meetings" || Synopsis: Can you do a Rhea Ripley/ Demi Bennett fic where reader (not a wrestler) meets Rhea at a wwe show?

"Messing Around" || Synopsis: Rhea x fem!reader where the reader like was working out or something and then Rhea gives reader a massage.

"Make-Up, Make-Out" || Synopsis: Reader being the one to do rheas makeup before a fight?? She’s not a makeup artist but Rhea asked her one day bc her og makeup person was off and ever since reader was the one to do it.

"I'm Just Tired" || Synopsis: She comes home tired after a long trip from the USA.

"Cuter" || Synopsis: Could you do one where Rhea and reader go on a trip with the other divas and they are just being a fluffy couple doing fluffy things like cuddling, taking pictures, or just talking while driving.

"Animal Kingdom" || Synopsis: Rhea’s animals like to sleep on her bed, leaving no space for you.

"Spider Manic" || Synopsis: Can we get one where Reader moved to Australia for Rhea because they decided to move in together but reader wasn’t ready for the amount of spiders she’d come across so Rhea has to save her every time.

"I'd Get On One Knee For Her" || Synopsis: Reader proposes to rhea at WRESTLEMANIA after party, this is after she wins the championship against Asuka.

"My Personal Mechanic" || Synopsis: Rhea with a car enthusiast reader?

"Nervous Antics" (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) || Synopsis: If you’re taking requests, could we get Rhea meeting Readers parents for the first time? Love your writing!

"Girlfriend Reveal" || Synopsis: Rhea's gear doesn’t show up on time, so you help her improvise.

"Hidden In The Crowd" || Synopsis: Can we get one where reader is in a band (we play the guitar and sing occasionally) and they play in Florida at one point and Rhea says she can’t be there but reader spots her in the crowd and (coincidentally) reader was singing a song about her n they meet backstage.

"Tattoo Everything" || Synopsis: Your Rhea’s tattoo artist.

"First And Last Gay Bar" || Synopsis: Could you a oneshot where Rhea has her first gay experience at bar with the reader. Sonya brought her to a gay club and the reader is the bartender flirting with her.

"Sleeping Or Not" || Synopsis: Can we get one where Rhea sits next to reader on a plane and falls asleep on her shoulder?

"Two Chickens" || Synopsis: I was curious if you could do a long hair rhea x fem!reader where reader and rhea are fighting together in mae young classic and they both have crushes on eachother but are too scared to tell the other? And then one of them (you can choose) finally works up the courage to ask the other girl out?

"Irrational Behavior" || Synopsis: Hi, can I request a imagine about Rhea being in love with reader and gets jealous when someone else takes an interest in reader and finally confesses her feelings for reader?

"Gorgeous" || Synopsis: Can we have headcanons or smth where reader calls her “pretty girl” or something like “gorgeous” and Rhea melts?

"Covered Head-To-Toe" || Synopsis: Sledcember prompt — building snowman.

"Polar Cold" || Synopsis: Sledcember prompt — hating the cold.

"Unaware" || Synopsis: Rhea is crushing on reader but also incredibly dense and is completely oblivious to the reader heavy flirting. Maybe the judgment day can help her realize that reader like her too

“Missing Attire” || Synopsis: you steal rheas hoodies and she finds out

“Gently” || Synopsis: “Let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

Angst —

"You Said You Were Done" || Synopsis: Could you write one for Rhea Ripley/Demi Bennett x fem!reader? They are friends with benefits but reader falls in love with her. They end it and then Shayna Baszker takes interest in reader. Rhea gets jealous and admits her feelings for reader.

"Formal Brutality" || Synopsis: Maybe reader is in practise or qualifications (you choose) and has a bad crash with either hamilton or vettel and ends up being sent to a hospital. The wrestler sees it on their phone (since they were supposed to be there for their actual race on Sunday in person) and rushes out of training to go visit reader in the hospital. 

"I Hate Leaving You Alone" || Synopsis: I have a request for Rhea! Could you do an au about Rhea having to leave her gf for Raw.

"UFC Disaster" || Synopsis: Reader is a UFC fighter and gets hurt during their match.

"Botched A Move" || Synopsis: Can I please get an imagine for Rhea, where the reader gets a concussion during a match (cause her opponent botched a move) and plays it cool, acting as if nothing was wrong and saying she'll go to the medic later but then passes out backstage and Rhea just goes borderline insane with rage and concern?

"Genuine Trauma" || Synopsis: If you're taking requests, could you write a Rhea x female reader fic where they are arguing about something and Rhea raises her hand to smooth d I'll be her hair and the reader flinches. Rhea is mortified and tries to convince reader that she'd never hurt her like that.

"Gym Shenanigans" || Synopsis: Can we get one where Rhea and reader are at the gym and someone accidentally punches R doing a work out (on purpose if u want idk) and Rhea is all protection mode.

"Guardian Angel" || Synopsis: Reader is dating a prick that treats us like shit, n Rhea snaps n confessed to reader she loves her but r is too scared to break up with him so Rhea kinda protects reader?

"The World Outside" || Synopsis: Reader and her family isn’t on best terms, so when they come to her show and try and act supportive seeing how popular she is, reader acts out knowing they abused her for years saying she would be nothing.

"Slight Misunderstandings" || Synopsis: Can we get one where someone says something really hurtful to reader while in the ring (that wasn’t scripted, and it surprised everyone even the one who said it because it wasn’t meant to be said?) and Rhea supports Reader back stage?

"A Momentary Heart Attack"

"Break-Up And Make-Up" || Synopsis: After Rhea betrays Liv, you try your best to make your relationship work.

Eighteen + —

"Don't Mess With My Girl" || Synopsis: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a imagine for rhea, the concept is reader and rhea are together and have been for a while but no one knows and a group or person of your choosing attacks reader and rhea just goes into protective mode and beats everyone who attacked you up and says “don’t mess with my girl” or (something like that) and the fans eat it up.. maybe end in smut if your comfortable..

"Pretty Girl" || Synopsis: I was wondering if you could do a Rhea smut where instead of it being dom mommy Rhea, you could switch it up a bit and have reader be the dominant one and Rhea be the submissive?

"Until Dawn" || Synopsis: Hey I love your writing, can I requests a Rhea x reader where it’s R’s birthday and the plot is birthday sex? 

"Storerooms And Their Locks" || Synopsis: Begging you to do a rhea x fem!reader smut somehow including her outfit from tonight's raw (August 1st)

"He's Shit In Bed" || Synopsis: I was wondering if you could do a rhea x fem!reader smut but make rhea be the sub/bottom?

"Happy Valentines Day" || Synopsis: Valentine’s Day smut?

"Help Me, Help You" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — mutual masturbation.

"Sit And Look Pretty" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — sitting.

"Again, Again, Again" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — edging.

"Frozen" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — ice play.

"Pics With Chicks" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — lingerie.

"Unexpected Surprise" || Synopsis: Kinktober prompt — piercings/tattoos.

"Worthy Of Attention" || Synopsis: Can I request Rhea and reader being in love with each other but they haven’t confessed to the other yet. They have an argument at a bar, because a man is trying to get reader’s attention and that lead to confessions from both of them.

"Sound Asleep" || Synopsis: somnophilia.

"Triple Trouble" || Synopsis: Could you do Rhea x Liv x Female Reader when they first get together? Rhea and Reader have been together for a while and then Liv gets teamed up with Rhea and realizes that not only does she like Rhea, she likes Reader too after third wheeling with them on trips and just hanging out in general. Rhea and Reader notice the chemistry (and how much Liv blushes/has heart eyes around them) but Rhea is too shy so Reader makes the first move.

"Rough" || Synopsis: I was wondering if you could do a becky x rhea x fem!reader smut? Just like straight filth- Thank you.

Head-Canons —

"Rhea Ripley With A DarkAcademia!Reader"

"Rhea With A Model!Reader"

"Cooking With Rhea"

"Rhea With A Conspiracy Theorist"

"Rhea With An Actress!Reader"

"Halloween HC’s With Rhea Ripley"

"Rhea With A Deaf Reader"

“Rhea teasing you because your younger”

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Workout

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Choking, Cum Filled-Strap On, Dumification, Face Fucking, Names,( Slut & Whore), Mommy Kink, Oral, (Rhea Receiving) and Praise. 18+ Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1,731

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

A/N: Got any request? Go ahead and send them. I'm not a fan of this one, but Hope You Enjoy!

You watched as your girlfriend Rhea Ripley, lifted weights. She looked so hot, when her muscles flexed every time he pulled the weights to her shoulders. Before you two left the house, you practically begged her on your hands and knees for sex.

She's been so busy with wrestling, it's like she forgot about your needs. She just came back home yesterday and the very next day she's training. You tried telling her how needy you were, but it was like she didn't care about anything, but work.

You walked over and sighed. "Babe, how much longer are we gonna be here? I'm getting so horny!” You whined, trying to touch her shoulder, but she brushed you off. "Y/n, we just got here, go do squats or something." You looked at the time and noticed it's only been 10 minutes.

Time was going to slow for your liking and it didn't help that she wore your favorite strap on to tease you. "Baby please, I feel myself dripping!" She sighed in annoyance before turning your direction. "Wait until we get home in an hour." An hour?! Oh no, you've waited weeks on end for this woman and now that she's here, she's still making you wait.

With a huff, you turned around and went to the bathroom. If she isn't gonna please you, then you'll please yourself. Grabbing your phone, you went to the bathroom stall before setting your phone up. You took your leggings off and sat against the toilet seat and pressed record.

You started off rubbing your hands over your folds, showing she's how wet you were. Your finger teased your entrance, making your breathing increase. Once slipping a finger in, you sighed in relief of finally feeling something inside of you.

You slowly pulled your finger in and out as your moans grew louder. Your other hand rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion, taking your time so he could see and hear everything.

You weren't even at a fast speed and you could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy. "Fuck, this is so much better than you, Rhea." You breathy said. You spread your legs a little wide so you could reach deeper. You hit your special spot and moaned loudly.

You increased your speed. "Fuck, this so much better than my small strap on, girlfriend!" You laughed out, knowing that sentence would tick her off. You pinched your clit, just like Rhea would do and thought about all the dirty things she would say and it all ticked you over the edge.

With a loud moan, followed by the shaking of your body, you came. You smiled as you finally got the release you needed. You spreaded your folds, watching how your cum, dripped down near your butt. You grabbed your phone and pointed it at your face.

Using your middle finger, you scooped some of your juices and licked it, humming at the taste. "So sweet, it's a shame my girlfriend would never know." You ended the video before taking a tissue and cleaning yourself up. You're pretty sure if anyone was in the bathroom they would be gone by now.

You clicked on Rhea's contact before sending the video to her with the text, 'If you think you can do better, meet me in the bathroom.' It was a couple of minutes later and she still hadn't come in. She did leave you on read so you know she saw the video.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened. You stayed still not knowing who it was until you saw the familiar shoes at the door crack. The door was pushed open and then revealed an angry looking Rhea. She closed the door and locked it before turning around.

Her hand came to your throat at the speed of lightning making your eyes grow big. "You fucking whore, couldn't even wait more than 10 minutes to be fucked. I said one hour and what do you do?" Her face turned slightly red from whispering yelling, meanwhile your face turned red from the lack of oxygen.

You tapped her arm a few times and she let go. The thing about you and Rhea during sex is she will be rough, but she wants to make sure that your feeling safe. "You want to be fucked so bad? Huh?" You nodded your head, scared to say anything. "Well, get on your knees." You rushed to the floor and pulled her shorts down.

"Look at you, so eager to be a slut." She said pushing your hair back. You took the strap on out her pants and instantly wrapped your lips around her. She sighed out, after not feeling anything sexual for weeks. You were greedy to suck her off, practically deepthroating the strap, while she threw her head back.

Her hands ran through your hair gently before gripping it so tight, that you felt your scalp being pulled off. Her hips moved as the dildo, slid down your throat. A slightly gagging nose could be heard from you and you felt your spit dripping down your chin.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good." She praised you. You reached your hand down to pull your leggings down. You fingered yourself as you listened to her moans, groans, praises, and the gagging from you. Rhea opened his eyes and saw you fingering yourself.

"You dirty girl, fingering yourself." She didn't stop you though. She wanted to speed up the process so she held your head with both hands, before thrusting to the back of your throat. "Look at you, taking my cock down your throat so well." Your hand reached up to rub her clit, making her jerk forward and also making you choke in the process.

She moaned out and pushed your head to her public area. You felt tears drip from your eyes as your breathing grew heavy. She held you there for a while before pulling you off. "Get up." She demanded. You quickly rushed up and looked at her. She took in your appearance; teary eyes, spit on your chin, heaving chest, and your juices on your thigh.

She pulled your legging all the way down and picked you up. She pushed your back against the stall and guided the strap to your entrance. "You ready to get fucked?" You nodded your head. "Words." You sighed. "I'm ready." You bucked your hips towards her. "What's my name?"

You rolled your eyes. "Mommy." She didn't slip past that eye roll. "Don't get an attitude." She pushed the strap inside of you making you moan out loud. Finally, the feeling of something other than your fingers. She started off fast and hard, thrusting in and out. She looked down at your connected bodies and then your face. Y'all just started and you're already being fucked out.

She stopped for a second, hearing your whines and pulled your thighs to her shoulders, so within every thrust it made a clap noise. She held the back of your thighs as her hips connected with your ass. You threw your head back against the door and Rhea leaned close to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks.

You moaned at the contact and ran your hand through her scalp. Her breathing was heavy as she pounded into you. Your hands went from her hair to her back, scratching making her growl and hips stuttering. Then, the bathroom door opened, following voices. You two pulled back and your eyes grew big, but Rhea had a smile.

She covered your mouth with her hand before pounding at a hard pace. The door shook as she grunted under her breath. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "You guys hear that?" One girl said, causing you to open your eyes.

You prayed to god that they wouldn't check the stalls. "It's whatever, let's just go get some pictures for Instagram." The other friend said. The door closed. Once it was quiet enough, Rhea moved her hand and you moaned a little too loud.

"I should have taken my hand off so they can hear how much of a slut you are. The dirty talk was turning you and pushing you closer to the end. "Mommy, I'm gonna cum!" You warned her. Rhea took a moment to think of you deserve to cum, but she knew that she was kind of neglecting you so she decided to be nice. "Go ahead baby."

Her hand rubbed your clit while you bucked your hips to meet her thrust. "Gonna cum for me?"' You nodded your head, no trusting your voice. She pitched your clit and it did it for you. She kissed your mouth, taking in your moans. To add more fire to the flames, she came inside of you.

With you cumming and being filled with cum it was just too much. Her hand still rubbed your clit and you cried in sensitivity. "M-mommy!" You whined, trying to stop her. "Shh, I'm almost done, just making sure we don't waste any." She pushed the cum back inside of you.

She pulled your panties and leggings up. She looked down at the strap on and saw it with some of your juices. Using her middle finger, just like you, she scooped some up and brought it to her mouth. "So sweet, it's a good thing I know what it tastes like." You already felt more turned on by her mocking you with that smirk.

"Are you ready to go home?" You nodded your head and tried walking, but almost fell from your jelly legs. Rhea laughed as you almost fell while you pouted. "This isn't funny, this is your fault!" Rhea picked you up and held your hand as you walked out the bathroom. As she went to grab her bag, you saw an old lady, looking at you and Rhea with a disgusted face, while shaking her head.

You then remember that it was the lady that was in the bathroom when you sent Rhea the video. "Rhea, that lady knows what we did." You whisper with a hint of pink in your cheeks, from being embarrassed. "Let her know, she's just jealous she can't do it anymore, now let's go." She looked at the lady before winking and walking out with you.

That was a great workout.

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rhea ripley masterlist

love and thunder

it’s just me and you

hi barbie, hi ken

protector

you said you loved me

love you better

safe place

i care

he’s not worth your tears

new experiences

just tonight

5 minutes

too dramatic

a simple inconvenience

heartbeat