#LOOK. i have to be the one controlling ripley

[konakoro]

Local horror fan who gleefully watches scary movies without hesitation can't play 10 year old Alien game because "too scary :'["

[rainyatrium]

MOTH AND LOPER!! YEAH!!! ft. @heavenhearst under the goggles... The mindspike articulates and is motorized... it gave up the goat literally as soon as the cosplay contest ended, lol Did not get to finish the lenticular film glasses in time, but such is life!!!! We got 4th place honorable mention in the group costume contest so i am pretty happy :) further thoughts and WAY more images below!

loper thoughts we know from the game that Loper is in some kind of hazard gear, so i gave them the jumpsuit (in the tradition of ellen ripley, real astronauts, and ghostbusters) as opposed to a labcoat or anything like that. we took in the waist to make it fit better. i think with the mindspike on, it made the resemblance even stronger.... these ghostbusters did not quite get why i was so amused at taking a photo with them, but i think this is a pretty good image nonetheless.

observin' makes me feel good! and speaking of the mindspike: this is my first time working on anything to this level-- I am not a robotics person! hell of a learning experience & i already have plans for version 2. mindsci i am not but i think i did pretty ok... the spike has two controllers: a modified slotcar controller & a separate knob that sits in one of the pockets (controls left/right axis). the other knob is pretty discreet and allows for puppeting the spike without a bright yellow Device in my hands. the RCA jacks on the back hooked up to Moth's laptop, so for photos it looks like they are hooked up to the spike and taking readings.

the claw was made nearly 1:1 to the game model to save on time and weight. con crunch wahoo! some extras: i put together fake 'e-paper' displays for our ids. if you have seen my prior posts, these will look familiar! i had a blast designing a seal for the FBX and a layout for these ids. i wanted to give them a better finish (hide the obvious 3d printing), but.. time crunch.. oops... the Moth id also has a little incandescent bulb in it, though I have no photos of it active. for my gloves, i intended to use gloves for high-voltage electrical work, but i was allergic to the latex, so i grabbed some dishwashing gloves off amazon and glued the label to them, hehe.

shoutout to the tf2 medic who was wearing the same pair of gloves! moth thoughts for moth, we had the benefit of the wonderful official cosplay by Shaman-- which you can see all over corru.store! (thank you shaman for the pointers!!!) Heaven thought it would be fun to take him in a more "I'M IN!" direction, so our Moth has painted nails and fingerless gloves and a great big coat over his button-down and slacks. complimented with some pins from hot topic and i think he assembled a pretty comprehensive vibe! i made the goggles out of some blue LEDs, rice paper, and a pair of costume goggles off Amazon. they are entirely opaque. moth is just such a gamer he knows exactly where everything is anyway.

you can also see the FBX patch that is present on both our Loper and Moth!

everything else wtf you read this far? cool! i don't really have anything else to add... but maybe you will see Loper at Supercon Miami in 2025.... only time will tell.....

[itsgivingmami]

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 ✨🧠

[damiansgoodgirll]

jealous!rhea when reader gets a tattoo from a woman instead of her usual male tattoo artist, please, if can hint at smut if you want to ❤️

rhea ripley x reader

likes comments and reblogs are always welcomed!!!

‼️smut, rhea’s jealous, rhea’s possessive, i love rhea bye ‼️

a simple inconvenience

driving back home with a new tattoo on your skin was something you’ve always loved. sharing tattoos and stories behind those with your loved ones, especially with your girlfriend rhea and having her admiring your works of art covering your skin.

this time you went a little over your comfort zone. always choosing smaller tattoos, this time you picked something bigger, covering your left thigh.

rhea loved the design you chose and you loved it too.

she couldn’t come with you this time so she was impatiently waiting for you at home.

as you parked outside and walked into your shared house, she was sitting on the couch with her dogs pretending to be focused on whatever the tv was playing - instead she was dying inside, she couldn’t wait to see your skin tattooed.

“hey baby…” she smiled turning her head to you.

looking at her with a smirk, you knew that deep down she wasn’t able to contain her excitement.

“okay let me see it…” she walked towards you with the biggest grin on her face.

chuckling, you lifted your dress up and you showed her the big piece you had carved into your skin. she was mesmerised, loving the way the ink made your skin glow.

“it’s so beautiful love…i fucking love it” she smiled, not able to keep her eyes off of your skin.

“thank you mami…i love it too, thank you for convincing me to do it” you joked, pointing out at how reluctant you were in getting a large piece on your thigh.

laughing, she kissed your lips softly “next time we’re going to do your back…” she smirked, making you laugh.

“let this one heal first…she said it will take longer since it’s bigger…i have to be careful” you whispered looking at the tattoo.

“she? who?” rhea’s tone changed.

“the tattoo artist” you said nonchalantly.

“what you mean she? wasn’t mark your tattooer? since i recall he’s a man…not a she” she tried to find an explanation on why you would get a woman tattooing you.

“oh, yeah…mark got sick and he made the change last minute…i was reluctant getting a stranger to tattoo me but she was really good, i actually like her style, a lot” you said, not realising that your words would send rhea in jealousy mode.

rhea scoffed, visibly irritated “of course you do…”

“what is that suppose to mean?”

she just laughed “nothing, i would have preferred if you told me you were getting half naked in front of a complete stranger, especially a woman!”

rhea was causing all this drama for nothing and you couldn’t understand why.

“stop it…just stop it” you whispered.

“sure, i’ll see you later, damian’s waiting for me at the gym” she said leaving you standing there completely stunned, watching her go away.

you were pretty sure she had no training that day so you had no idea where she was off to.

you tried to not think about it but it hurt. your own girlfriend, the woman who’s supposed to love you and have your back no matter what, throwing a tantrum over the silliest thing.

you knew you had no faults. it happened and that was it. you couldn’t control who was going to tattoo your skin, and you definitely weren’t going to back off just because a woman was going to do the job.

rhea could be too possessive at times.

you didn’t even know how much time passed, you were currently washing the dishes and getting ready for bed, thinking that rhea might have came home pretty late but while you were in the bathroom, you heard the clock from the front door and the dogs running down the stairs to greet their mommy.

rhea immediately knew that you were in bed or getting ready for it. slowly she walked the stairs and she found you sitting on the bed reading your favourite book. your tattooed leg on display for everyone to see. she hated knowing that a woman saw you like that, knowing that a woman touched your skin, your thighs and tattooed those spots close to your core.

that was making her furious.

you didn’t acknowledge her, instead you continue reading your book but with little to no care, rhea grabbed your book and threw it somewhere in the room.

“what the heck! rhea i was reading that!” you almost screamed, surprised by her actions.

she chuckled “come on, you know that book like the palm of your hand”

“yeah, but that doesn’t give you the right to be mean and break my stuff” clearly annoyed, you stood up to pick up your book only to be stopped by rhea’s body.

“did she see you? naked?” rhea was still mad about it.

“what? rhea, it’s late, i’m tired, i have to work tomorrow, let me go to sleep” the book long forgotten as you tried to get back in bed but rhea wasn’t letting you.

“answer me, did she see you?”

“i wasn’t naked naked…just in my shirt and panties…how else was she gonna tattoo me?” you asked rhetorically, making rhea clench her jaw even more.

“so she saw you like this” she grabbed you in front of the mirror. you were in your panties, wearing her “mami” t-shirt to sleep.

“rhea that’s her fucking work, you don’t see me complaining when you fight your colleagues and you’re half naked…so please stop being so dramatic, i’m tired” you tried to move again but she wasn’t letting you go.

instead one of her hands moved under your t-shirt and pinched your nipples “that’s different…” she dragged her teeth into your neck, making you slightly jump “i’m not fucking interested in my colleagues and you know that…you know them” her hand kept playing with your breast “but i don’t know this woman, i don’t know what her intentions are…and she had the opportunity to see you half naked, laying down for her, with your thighs open, your pretty pussy almost on display for her” her hand moved down your stomach, sending shivers down your spine “for all i know, she wanted to be the one to fuck you” at this point you long forgot why rhea was mad, you tried not crumble at her feet when her hand moved into your panties “but you don’t get this wet for nobody…only for me baby, you see…” a finger slowly teased your clit, making you shut your eyes. rhea happily watching you from the mirror, knowing that she was the only one who could make you feel good “you’re mine, this fucking pretty wet pussy, is mine…mine and no one else’s” her middle finger slipped inside of you, making your legs shake. if it wasn’t for rhea strong arm, you would probably be already laying down on the floor.

“rhea…”you whispered making her smirk.

“she will never see you like this, will she?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“no, never…i’m yours” you whimpered as her fingers kept digging in and out of you.

“good girl, mine, you’re mine…no one else can have you” she kissed your neck right were she bit you before “do you want mami to make you feel good? do you want mami to show you who you belong to?” at this point all that came out of your mouth were moans as rhea kept moving her fingers inside of you “like i thought” she watched your blissful face through the mirror and she swore you were heaven sent.

her praises made you shiver even more. your nipples hard and ready to be touched, your pussy couldn’t handle it anymore so you came hard on her hand, your legs almost gave up on you. rhea dragged you down on the bed “get ready kitten cause we just started”.

[kyleoreillylover]

Love Hurts

Liv Morgan x Fem!Black!Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Who really is to blame when Rhea learns through from one Liv Morgan that love hurts when you don't take good care of it when she takes you from her?

a/n: im back!!! took a mental health break, with college, but im easing myself back into writing! missed you all <33

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy e@selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @hope4more

The moment Liv Morgan came to you with that offer, you didn’t give her an answer. Not yet.

You were torn. Rhea Ripley, your longtime friend, was distant—cold even. Focused on revenge. Every conversation felt like an excuse to keep you at arm’s length. You tried to reach out to her, to remind her of the bond you shared, but she was consumed with Liv. Ever since Liv had put her on the shelf, Rhea seemed determined to push you away.

“This is between me and Liv,” she told you, every time you tried to be there for her. She kept locking you out, making it clear that whatever this was, she didn’t want your help. It hurt. It hurt like hell.

And that’s when Liv’s voice started to sound more reasonable in your head.

“She doesn’t care about you the way I do.”  “You could be more with me.”  “They’ve never seen your potential like I do.”

She never pressured you for an answer, not directly. But she was always there—waiting. Every week on RAW or SmackDown, Liv was by your side. Even when you didn’t ask for it, she found ways to help you win your matches. A distraction here, a well-timed assist there. She made sure you knew she was watching your back. You’d shoot her a glare, but she’d wink and blow a kiss, making it impossible to stay mad.

She followed you to your locker room, showed up at your hotel room with takeout, and cracked jokes until you forgot the weight pressing down on your chest. The way she smiled, it was like she already knew what your decision would be. All you had to do was say the words.

And it wasn’t just Liv. Finn, JD, Dominik, and even Carlito—all of them kept dropping hints, planting seeds. They were planning something big. Liv told you they’d kick Damian out after SummerSlam, that they wanted to align themselves with her. They didn’t push you too hard either, but they made it clear: If you join us, you’ll finally have people who see you as family.

It was the way they talked about it—family. Not like what you had with Rhea. Not anymore. Every time Rhea brushed you off, it chipped away at your loyalty. It made you wonder if Liv had been right all along.

SummerSlam

The night of SummerSlam arrived, and you still hadn’t given Liv a straight answer. She told you she didn’t need one—"You'll do what feels right when the moment comes," she whispered with a smirk.

You walk down the ramp with Rhea Ripley, matching her pace, your face unreadable. Tonight’s match is everything for Rhea—a chance to reclaim her title from Liv and settle the score once and for all. She had finally let you back in for this. She needed you, or at least that’s what she made you believe. When you walked out with Rhea that night, she looked over her shoulder at you like old times. The crowd cheered for the two of you, but everything between you felt off—fractured. Still, you stayed close, keeping up the appearance of solidarity.

But even as you stood by her side, something felt off. It wasn’t the same. There was no warmth, no trust. Just strategy and expectation.

The match is brutal—Liv and Rhea tearing each other apart in the ring. It’s fast, chaotic, and exactly what you expected. And then, the moment arrives. The referee goes down, hit in the chaos. Rhea struggles to her feet, her back turned to you as she fights for control.

And just like that, the choice becomes clear.

You step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. Rhea never sees it coming. You drive your forearm into her spine, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in disbelief, a mixture of boos and shocked gasps.

Liv looks at you from across the ring, her eyes wide and glimmering with excitement. A wicked smile spreads across her face. She knows what this means.

You help Liv drag Rhea’s limp form toward the center of the ring, watching as she hits her with an oblivion. When the ref stirs and crawls back into place, you stand over Rhea, stone-faced, as the three-count slams the mat.

Liv Morgan retains her title.

And the second the bell rings, Liv jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist in pure exhilaration. She hugs you tight, her head against yours, and you can hear the smile in her voice as she taunts Rhea:

“I told you... I’m their real best friend now.”

The crowd showers the arena with boos, but Liv doesn’t care. Neither do you. This moment—this victory—belongs to you both.

The next week on RAW, everything felt different. Liv made good on her promise to spoil you like Rhea never did. New gear, tailored to perfection. Expensive makeup, champagne waiting in a private dressing room just for the two of you. She draped her arm around your shoulder, smug as she showed you off to anyone who looked your way.

“This is what it feels like to have someone who really cares,” she whispered before JD walked in with Dom and Finn. They grinned at you, treating you like you’d been one of them from the start. Even Carlito gave you a fist bump, as if to say, Welcome to the family.

Together, you walked out for a promo, the boys flanking you and Liv. The crowd’s boos filled the arena, but you didn’t care. You had them now. Liv stood in the center of the ring, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, grinning as the audience seethed.

Finn took the mic and addressed the elephant in the room: “Rhea and Damian betrayed us first,” he declared, voice cold and deliberate. “They stopped treating us like family. So we moved on. And now... we’re stronger without them.”

You stayed silent but couldn’t help the way your chest swelled at the word family. This was what Liv had been promising all along. The boys welcomed you. Liv cherished you. And Rhea... she’d never given you this.

When Rhea’s music hit, you instinctively stepped in front of Liv, shielding her. Rhea stormed down the ramp, fury in her eyes, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

Rhea slid into the ring, jaw tight and fists clenched. She glared at Liv and the Judgment Day standing at your side. Her voice trembles with both anger and heartbreak. “You betrayed me,” she hisses at you, fists clenched.

Before you can reply, Liv steps forward with a smug smirk. “Betrayed you? Rhea, you betrayed her first. You shut her out. You don’t know how to treat family, Rhea. Not my fault I'm better at you at that.”

Rhea snarls, taking a swing at Liv, but you catch her arm mid-air. There’s a moment of tension—anger in her eyes, pain in yours. Then, in the heat of the moment, Rhea slaps you across the face.

The tension snapped, and the brawl was brutal—grappling, fists flying, neither of you holding back. You heard Liv shout your name, and suddenly, she was there, slamming her title into Rhea’s back with a sickening thud.

Rhea crumpled, and Liv wasted no time. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the ring with her. As you reached the ramp, Liv glanced back at Rhea, a malicious grin curling her lips. “She thought you were hers,” Liv whispered, loud enough for Rhea to hear. “But you’re mine now.”

She laced her fingers with yours and raised your arm, laughing at Rhea’s fury as she lay in the ring. Finn, Dom, JD, and Carlito followed behind, grinning as they embraced you both like sisters-well, except with Dom and Liv. 

"Family," Finn said again, clapping you on the back. "And no one messes with family."

Liv leaned into your side, her breath warm against your ear. "I told you," she whispered. "You made the right choice."

And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

[ripleyslover]

Hidden Secrets Rhea Ripley x Bloodline Reader

Idk what to put for the title your related to Roman and the bloodline this was kinda judgement day x Reader but platonic um this one I was trying to kinda keep open to possibly make a part two so leave some feedback if you want that,Also feel free to request stuff I'm always looking for ideas to write for.

The Bloodline had always been a little...controlling.. Roman always had a specific way he wanted things and some of those things included not getting involved with other wrestlers unless it was for a match. Y/n had been in the bloodline locker room as Roman and Solo argued,Jimmy tired to intervene but was unsuccessful, and Jey just stood beside Y/n. "Oh my God will you two quit already!" She yelled making Roman look at her "You don't have room to speak you cost a title last week because you didn't want to fight Rhea" Roman yelled at her.

Last week Roman told Y/n to fight Rhea, y/n had refused costing them a title, what the bloodline didn't know was that y/n and Rhea had been a relationship for a couple of months now, Rhea and the rest of the judgement day tried to convince her to leave the bloodline and join them but she always refused saying that 'their family I can't' the judgement day understood that but Rhea still wanted her to join she saw the way Roman treated her and she wants to prove to Roman that y/n was more than something he could get titles from.

Y/n shook her head looking at Roman "Thats all you care about titles, fights, winning" she said crossing her arms " We would be doing better if you didn't decide to be a bitch and not fight Rhea" Roman yells "Wow hey watch it! She's family you don't call her a bitch" Solo says putting his hand on Romans chest pushing him away y/n shakes her head "You know I have an opinion too and I can choose who I fight.. you know what I'm done I can't deal with your fighting right now" she says grabbing her phone and walking out.

Y/n sat on one of the spare storage crates they had in the hallway looking at her phone before hearing a Irish accent call her name "Y/n?" She looks up seeing Finn and JD walking over to her "What are you doing love?" Jd asks "Oh nothing Roman and Solo got into a argument and Roman brought me into it" she says setting down her phone "See this is why you should join the judgement day we would be way better" Finn says leaning on the opposite wall "I know I know but-" "Their family we know" JD says finishing her sentence y/n gives a small smile "you know the offers always open you'll always be welcome in the judgement day when you decide you want to join" Finn says as JD nods his head in agreement "I know thank you I appreciate it" she says "Well we'll be in the clubhouse if you need us" JD says before patting y/ns shoulder before they walk away.

Y/n leans back on the wall getting a text on her phone from Jade Cargill 'Hey I saw you talking to Finn and JD, Paul was heading that way but I distracted him for you, just telling you since I know how Roman can be just be careful love ya' jade texted y/n read the text looking around the hallway realizing anyone including the bloodline could have saw her talking to the two members of the judgement day, she looked down at her phone texting back 'Thanks Jade I didn't realize how open it was your a lifesaver, I owe you one Love Ya Too' y/n texted back before looking around the hall she hopped off the crate walking to the judgement day club house, Y/n reached the door knocking on it.

As y/n knocked on the door she heard footsteps coming down the hallway seeing jey come around the corner luckily on his phone not paying attention, y/n grab the door handle trying to open the door,y/n was about to look back when the door open she looked up seeing Dom, she covered Doms mouth jogging inside then closing the door before taking her hand off of Dom's mouth.

Dom stood in confusion as Y/N suddenly covered his mouth, causing him to freeze and look at her with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Before he could fully process what was happening, Y/N pushed him inside and closed the door behind her, releasing her hand from his mouth."What the hell is going on?" Dom blurted out, his voice carrying a hint of irritation mixed with intrigue. "yeah what's happening Princesa, why the hurry?" Damian asked "I um..I was walking over here to go into the clubhouse and jey was walking down the hallway and I was trying to get in so he didn't see me but you assholes wouldn't answer the door",Dom's annoyance melted away into relief as Y/N explained the situation."Jey was headed this way? Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have opened the door." Dom said with a teasing tone "Oh shut up" y/n said rolling her eyes Damian chimed in, his tone playful, yet laced with intrigue."Are you sure that's the rush, princess? Or could you just not wait to see us?" Damian says deciding to join in on the teasing before chuckling "Whatever I just wanted to come hang out the bloodline has been aurging" she says sitting on the couch "Wheres Rhea?" She asks "she's hiding in the bathroom she has something special for you that's why we didn't open the door until you decided to barge in" Finn say focused on the TV playing a game with JD.

Y/n looks over at the bathroom before Rhea yells "Y/n Close your eyes!" Rhea yells through the door y/n smiles "their closed!" she says not closing then before Damian covers her eyes "Hurry up Rhea" he yells, y/n shakes her head hearing the door open as Rhea had walked out she felt something being put on her lap "Ok you can see now" Damian pulls his hand away as y/n looks down seeing a black box with a purple ribbon on it, she quirks her brow "What's this" she says looking up seeing all the judgement members looking at her "Just open it baby" Rhea says "Ok.." y/n replies talking off the ribbon and opening the box to reveal new gear in judgment day colors with some studs around the chest and straps with the words 'Mamis Favorite' on the chest "Rhea.." y/n says "I know I know your not in the judgement day but I just want you to give it a thought, Roman shouldn't treat you like that even if he's family, and you know if you join jey and Jimmy will support you and probably won't be to far behind you in leaving..just think about it please baby" Rhea says y/n looks up at her "Of course I'll think about it Rhea,thank you for the gear I love it, I'll talk about it to jey and Jimmy tomorrow when everyone's not mad" y/n says smiling "Really!? Oh my goodness thank you!" Rhea says hugging y/n, y/n hugged back smiling. The rest of the day she hung out in the judgement day locker room talking about how different it would be if she joined the judgement day but for now it was just some hidden secrets between her and the judgement day but soon they wouldn't be secrets anymore.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Made For Me | Jhea (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #10: Bondage

"Think you were made for me, oh yeah.

You were made for me

It ain't everyday, That I get in my feelings this way." 🎶

Description: Rhea feels comfortable showing her vulnerable and more submissive side around Jey.

Warnings: Switch!Rhea only submits to Jey, Dom!Jey is a softie for his babygirl, praise, bondage, love bites, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving),

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are based in Kayfabe, not real people.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @v4mp-reads @hunnidmilly

Rhea had been exhausted. After her messy breakup with Dominik, she felt like she'd been put through the ringer emotionally. She'd never imagined that he would cheat on her with Liv Morgan, of all people. That Finn would side with him.

Other than her terror twin, Damian Priest, there had been only one other person durring that time to notice something was wrong. Jey Uso. He was Kind, caring, funny. He took care of her in a way no one ever had. Rhea Ripley was not the type of person to allow herself to be vulnerable with people. But with Jey it was different. Safe.

Jey had been nothing but patient and understanding with Rhea. He respected her boundaries and never pushed her too far, always putting her needs first. It was a completely new experience for Rhea, being treated with such tenderness and consideration.

Slowly but surely, she began to open up to him, revealing her insecurities and fears. Jey listened attentively, offering words of comfort and encouragement. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She didn't have to be 'Mami' all the time. She got to be Jey's babygirl.

Jey adored the fact that Rhea felt comfortable enough to let her guard down around him. He loved the way she responded to his affectionate nicknames, the way she blushed and giggled when he called her "babygirl". It made him feel like he was doing something right, taking care of her and giving her the love and attention she deserved. They both felt as if they were made for one another.

After a sweet date at Waffle House, Jey and Rhea arrived back at his place. As soon as they stepped inside, Jey turned to her with a playful grin. "You look so beautiful tonight, babygirl," he said, pulling her into his arms. "I've been thinking about this all day."

Rhea felt a shiver run down her spine as Jey spoke. She knew exactly what he meant. She could feel the heat building between them, the electricity in the air. "Jey," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "I want you. I want you to take control."

Jey's eyes darkened at her words. He loved it when she surrendered to him like this, when she trusted him enough to let him take the reins. "Good girl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to take care of you. You just need to relax and let me do all the work."

Jey led Rhea to his bedroom, his hand on the small of her back. Once they were inside, he shut the door behind them and turned to her. "Undress for me," he said, his tone commanding yet gentle.

Rhea obeyed, first undressing and then lying down on the bed and gazing up at Jey with a mixture of trust and excitement. Jey moved to the bedside table and opened a drawer, retrieving a set of handcuffs. "These are for you," he said, holding them up for her to see. "Are you okay with this?"

Rhea nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes," she said softly. "I trust you, Jey."

Jey smiled and gently took her wrists, fastening the handcuffs around them. He attached the other end to the headboard, effectively binding her in place. "Now you're all mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"You remember your Safeword, babygirl?" Jey asked.

"Waffle" Rhea confirmed.

"Good girl," Jey said, stroking her cheek. "Use it if you need to, okay? I want this to be enjoyable for both of us."

He leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips trailing down her neck and collarbone. He nipped at her skin, leaving small marks as he went.

Jey continued to explore her body with his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake. He moved lower, his hands tracing the curves of her body as he settled between her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so perfect," he murmured. "So responsive."

Jey slowly ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers grazing her skin. "I can't wait to taste you," he said, his voice low and husky. He gently spread her legs wider, his eyes fixed on her core. "You're already so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Jey. Just for you." Rhea said breathlessly.

Jey chuckled at her response, clearly pleased with her reaction. "Good girl," he said again, his breath hot against her skin. "I can see how much you want this. I'm going to give you what you need."

He lowered his head and finally, finally, his mouth found her center. He licked and sucked at her with a fervor, his tongue working magic against her sensitive flesh.

Rhea let out a moan, her body arching up towards Jey's mouth, her hands tangled in his curly hair. He was driving her wild, his tongue expertly working her to the brink of ecstasy. "Jey," she gasped, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Please don't stop."

Jey increased the pressure of his mouth, his tongue delving deeper inside her. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her come undone. He brought one hand up to tease her clit, his fingers moving in time with his tongue. "Come for me, baby," he growled.

Rhea felt the pleasure building inside her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Jey's tongue and fingers were relentless, driving her higher and higher. Finally, she reached her peak, crying out his name as her orgasm washed over her in waves.

Jey continued to work her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she was spent. He finally pulled away, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're so beautiful when you come," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "it's like you were made for me"

[yanderes-galore]

yandere pets🐱🐶? Reader either accidentally eats something weird or comes into contact with alien pollen that makes the Xenomorphs reject their current Queen n make them view reader as their new “leader”. They become overprotective domestic pets. Platonic ofc

I love the idea but I'll do a version closer to canon if that's fine ^^

Yandere! Xenomorphs Seeing You As Queen/Leader

Pairing: Platonic/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female/Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Territorial/Possessive behavior, Forced companionship.

This idea reminds me of something similar to the fourth Alien movie.

In this case you'd be similar to Ripley 8, some sort of experiment involving a human harboring Xenomorph DNA.

This would naturally make you connected to the Xenomorphs.

However, the non-canon Alien pollen also seems like an interesting idea.

Maybe the "spores" seep into your skin and make you smell like a Xenomorph, somehow altering your DNA in the process?

These are the ideas I came up with that could make this concept work.

We haven't really seen Xenomorphs reject a Queen, however I could have missed it in lore.

As a result I would assume they'd react similarly to insects: they'd most likely kill the old Queen if they are somehow attached to you.

It's that or the Queen has already died at some point and the Hive is looking for a new one.

Which makes them choose you due to your smell.

I'd assume this concept would go like this, you have a whole Hive under your control.

It doesn't matter if you like it or not, the Xenomorphs see you as their new "Queen" regardless of gender.

While they would prefer you stay in their Hive, Drones would try to follow you just about anywhere.

Honestly towards you they may just act like pets.

You can't lay eggs or reproduce so the colony is doomed to be small.

That is unless a small group of Drones break off with you while a new Queen actually settles in the Hive.

If we go with that idea then I suspect you'd have about six-ish Drones following you at all times.

Obviously if they all saw you as leader than they'd fiercely protect you.

Even if this is a small group that separates from the rest of the Hive, they'd probably try to make your home a new Hive.

Wherever you live this new group will infest, they think they're helping.

After all they only know Hives as homes, they have no idea you live differently.

Expect the waxy and wet coating of Xenomorph Hives to quickly coat a sections of your home.

I'd assume they'd pick one of three places; your basement (if you have one), attic (if you have one), or your bedroom.

They'll make a section of your living space theirs then try to drag you into it as their leader/Queen.

You'll notice they smell rather acidic/earthy... yet they don't have a strong smell.

Even if you already smell like a Xenomorph I can see them trying to rub against you or cuddle you to make the pheromone smell stronger.

Xenomorphs would most likely be territorial of their new leader and home.

You can't really prevent it, either.

Better hope no friends come over as they'll be quickly attacked by one or two of the large Drones.

You may not even get to experience human contact again.

Your new Xenomorph followers would probably find a new place to make a nest then just drag you there.

Humans are a great source of hosts, yet they see them as too dangerous for you to be around.

They could harm the colony.

They could harm their Queen.

As a result, your overprotective Xenomorph pets would most likely become territorial to the point your life is now in isolation.

Sadly, you don't have a choice in the matter...

Until you eventually pass... you'll be their Queen/leader... away from humanity until something changes (if it even does).

[madhatterbri]

Business Deals | D.P.

Summary: Damian Priest x reader request, please?? 😀. Instead of Rhea being out with an injury, it was Damian, but his relationship with the reader isn't toxic like Rhea and Dom's. Reader is in a relationship with Damian and a member of the judgment day. However, when Damian gets injured, Y/N gets sick of Rhea's controlling ways and decides to do business with Braun Strowman behind their backs. On the night that reader finally turns on TJD and attacks Rhea, Damian returns and confronts her. You can pick a happy or sad ending, and btw, the reader didn't cheat on Damian.

Author's Note: No part 2!

Damian Priest Masterlist

Requested by: anon

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy

Y/N could feel the tension in the room when she was alone with Rhea. There was no more hiding their true feelings. They absolutely couldn't stand one another. At least when Damian was around, he was the buffer. Now it was all discord in Judgment Day.

"Can I count on you tonight to help me with the Liv Morgan problem?" Rhea asked stiffly. Her arms crossed over her chest.

"We won't have to worry about her anymore," Y/N answered and looked in Rhea's eyes. Her words have a double meaning. One that Rhea will find out during the main event. Mami smiled and walked away. Y/N glared at the woman as she left.

Samantha Irvin introduced them to the arena. The crowd gave a huge pop for Rhea. They absolutely adored her. The woman could simply do no wrong in their eyes. How wrong the WWE Universe was.

Y/N followed her like an obedient follower. This would be the very last time of doing this, she told herself. Liv was in a corner cowering in fear. Her arm pressed closely to her chest. The coward started to plead for her life.

Rhea went up the stairs and into the ring to talk to Liv. Y/N reached under the ring to grab a chair. Within moments, Y/N stood right behind her. All her weeks of planning were about to come to light.

"Y/N, show Liv here what happens when you mess with Judgment Day," Rhea laughed into the microphone.

Y/N grabbed the chair and raised it. She smacked the chair to the back of Rhea. The air in the arena was sucked out. The beloved Rhea Ripley fell to her knees and on the ground. Boos from the arena sounded loudly, but Y/N didn't care. She was finally free.

"I'm done with your controlling ways, Rhea," Y/N yelled in the microphone. She continued her assault on Rhea. The chair came down a few more times. Before the last blow, Finn and JD jumped in the ring.

They were yelling at her to stop. A yelling match broke out in the ring. JD reached out for the chair, but she backed away. Both men were trying to talk some sense into her. The damage was done, though.

Braun Strowman's entrance music played. The two men looked at each other and then the ramp. Braun stormed down the ramp. Each long stride of his legs, carrying him closer to the ring.

"Meet my new friend," Y/N laughed. Braun walked up the stairs and went over the top rope. Finn and JD ran out of the ring. Braun ran after them.

Y/N went back to hit Rhea one more time. Boos sounded once more from the horrified audience. Referees and Adam Pierce ran around the ring to stop the assault. No one could stop her or so she thought.

Damian Priest pushed his way through to the ring. He grabbed the microphone and demanded to know what she was doing.

"I made my own business deal. Aren't you proud of me?" Y/N asked with a huge smile. Damian stared at her in shock. This wasn't the woman he was in a relationship with before his injury.

"Braun is one of our biggest threats. He has berm against us for weeks. Are you really working with him?" Damian asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing.

"I told him not to hurt you. I would never hurt you. Just join me," Y/N smiled and reached her hand out to him.

Damian shook his head. "I can't. We are done,"

Damian walked away as Y/N stood in the ring, suddenly feeling more alone than ever.

[isak-dot-gov]

Balancing Act

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Word count: 1018

My masterlist :)

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In the world of WWE, Rhea was a powerhouse. Her presence in the ring was commanding, and her dedication to her career was unwavering. It was one of the things you admire most about her. However, lately, her focus on her work has begun to overshadow your relationship. The late nights, the constant travel, and the endless commitments were starting to take their toll, and you felt like you were being left behind.

It had been weeks since you had had a meaningful conversation with her. Every evening was spent waiting for her to come home from a gruelling schedule, only for her to arrive exhausted and barely able to stay awake. The time you did spend together was often cut short by urgent phone calls or unexpected obligations. You tried to be understanding, to support her through the demanding nature of her job, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing distance between you.

One evening, after Rhea had come home later than usual, you found yourself at your wit’s end. She walked through the door, her face drawn with fatigue, and you could see the frustration simmering just below the surface. You had been trying to keep the peace, but it was clear that you needed to address the issue before it spiralled further out of control.

“Baby, we need to talk,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tension in your chest.

Rhea looked up from where she had been shedding her gear. “Baby, can it wait? I’m really tired.”

“No, it can’t,” you replied, frustration edging into your voice. “This has been building up for a while. I feel like you’re never around anymore. You’re always working, and when you are here, you’re too exhausted to be present. It’s like I’m invisible.”

Rhea’s expression hardened, a mixture of guilt and defensiveness crossing her features. “I’m doing this for us, you know. I’m trying to build a future, make sure we have everything we need.”

“I get that, Rhea,” you said, your voice softening but still firm. “But right now, it feels like your work is coming before everything else. Including me. I’m not asking for everything, just some time. I feel neglected, and it’s really starting to hurt.”

Rhea’s shoulders slumped, her eyes clouded with frustration and exhaustion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it had gotten this bad.”

“Yeah, well, it has,” you said, your emotions catching up with you. “I think we need to take a break.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and Rhea’s eyes widened in shock. “A break? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady even as your heart ached. “I need some space to figure out what’s going on with us. It’s not just about you being busy—it’s about priorities. I feel like I’m always on the back burner.”

Rhea’s face fell, and she took a step towards you, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t say that. I know I’ve been distant, but I didn’t mean to push you away. I’m just so caught up in everything, and I didn’t realise how it was affecting you.”

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly, your resolve wavering slightly. “But it’s been really hard for me. I need to know that our relationship matters as much as your career does. Otherwise, I don’t know how we can keep going like this.”

Rhea looked down, her shoulders trembling as she tried to hold back her tears. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the most important thing in my life. I just didn’t know how to balance everything.”

“Maybe we need to figure that out,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of your words. “Maybe some time apart will help us both see things more clearly.”

Rhea reached out, taking your hand in hers, her touch almost desperate. “Please, don’t make this decision right now. Give me a chance to show you that I can make this work. I’ll find a way to balance things better. I promise.”

You looked at her, seeing the raw emotion in her eyes. “I want to believe that. I really do. But I need to see it, too. We can take some time apart, and if we can work through this, then maybe we can find our way back to each other.”

Rhea’s grip tightened on your hand, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I’m begging you. I need you to trust me. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. I don’t want us to end like this.”

The pain in her voice mirrored the ache in your chest. “It’s not about ending things,” you said softly, struggling to hold back your own tears. “It’s about figuring out how we can both be happy. We can’t keep going like this. I need to see that you’re willing to make changes, just as much as I need to find out what’s best for me.”

Rhea nodded, her face flushed with a mix of sadness and determination. “Okay. I understand. Just know that I’m going to work on this. I don’t want to lose you.”

With a heavy heart, you nodded and gave her a final, lingering look before turning to leave. As you walked away, you felt a pang of sadness, but also a glimmer of hope. Sometimes, space was needed to rediscover what truly mattered, and you hoped that this break would give you both the clarity you needed.

Rhea watched you go, her mind racing with thoughts of how to make things right. She knew she had to reevaluate her priorities and make a real effort to balance her career and her relationship. The house felt emptier as the door closed behind you, the silence a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between you. As the quiet settled around her, Rhea vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to prove that her love for you was worth fighting for, even if it meant confronting the parts of herself she had been avoiding.

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[naturesapphic]

Hey I love your one shots.I wanted to ask if it was possible to have something where Mommy!Rhea has to face a Brat!Little!fem reader who is throwing a tantrum (if it doesn't make you uncomfortable maybe also using some punishments like corner time and spanking but not in a sexual way) I hope my request doesn't bother you but in any case you are a good writer🖤

Bratty Tantrum

Mommy!rhea ripley x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, punishment, spankings, hurt/comfort

Here you are, on the floor coloring when your mommy comes in and says that it’s time for your bath. You absolutely hate baths and your mommy knows it to which is why she’s trying to make it a fun experience. “Come on princess, it has lots of bubbles and toys just for you!” She said happily as she bends down to pick you up but you push her away which makes her eyes widen at your actions.

She bent down and grabbed your chin between her fingers and made you look at her. “Don’t you ever push me away like that again. Do you hear me?” She said sternly as you slapped her hand away and pushed her away from you again. She felt her blood boil and she had to control herself from losing it but she decided to give you another chance. “Come on princess. I know my sweet little girl is in there. Let’s get you in the bath okay?” She said softly.

“Nu! DONT WANT BATH NU!” You yelled out and starting throwing a bad tantrum which made your mommy shocked. What the final straw for her was when you started throwing stuff at her like your crayons. She scooped you up in her arms and laid you over her lap. “You better start counting little one and if you mess up we start over.” Your mommy said sternly as you were thrashing over her lap. She gave you one smack to your behind and that made you stop crying.

“Count.” She said lowly in your ear as she spanked you again and you squeaked out a one which started the counting. She gave you fifteen spankings before you were crying again. Your mommy lifted you off her lap and carried you to the bathroom where she gently sat you down on the cool counter top which made you whimper. “You can take a quick bath okay? Then after you get out I’ll put some cream on your butt to make it feel better okay?” She stated and you slowly nodded your head, not wanting anymore spankings. “Good girl.” She whispered softly as she kissed your forehead softly which made you pout and slightly whine.

You pointed to your lips and she chuckled. She lent down and gave you a long peck on your lips which made you smile. “Come on my princess.” She said lifting you and putting you into the tub. Rhea started to wash your hair and then started to clean your body and soon enough you were done. “Mommy cans I plays wif my toys nows?” You asked her, hoping that she would say yes. “Hmmm I guess you can little one. While you play I’ll go get your pjs.” She said you thanked her and started playing with the bubbles and your toys.

A few moments later your mommy got your pjs ready on the bed along with the cream to help with the redness on your butt. She came back into the bathroom and saw you playing which melted her heart. “It’s time to get out princess.” She said as she lifted you up in her arms and immediately got out a warm towel for you to wrap up in. You laid your head on her shoulder and started yawning as she held you in her arms while she was putting the cream on your butt. After she was finished she helped you put on her shirt she lets you wear and a diaper in case you had an accident.

“We are going to talk about your behavior tomorrow okay? What you did today was not okay sweetheart.” She said with a disappointing voice which made you sad. You nodded your head in understanding and got underneath the covers. Your mommy joined you and you immediately cuddled into her which made her smile and pull you closer to her. “Mommy loves you koala.” She said softly as she rubs your back as you start to fall asleep. “I wuv chu too mommy.” You said before you were out like a light. “And I love you most.”

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enjoy it! And anon thank you for your kind words and the great request! You guys never bother me :) remember that my requests are still opened and to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all! Also I’m so sad about Rhea losing her title. I haven’t stopped crying since :(

[ripleyresonance]

Out of my Control

Rhea Ripley x OC

Leah has always had her life together and is always in control. But when she meets Rhea Ripley maybe letting go sometimes isn't so bad after all.

Word count: 5936

Warnings: Cursing, Spanking, Gagging, Spit, Countdown, A little bit of angst.

Leah had a very particular routine. Every morning she would wake up at 5:00 am sharp. From 5 to 5:15 she would open the New York Times on her phone and catch up on current events. After that, she would take a shower. Cold, of course, to wake her up a bit more. She would make an English muffin lightly toasted with butter and a glass of cold brew with a splash of her favorite oat milk-based creamer. She was out the door to go to work at 7:00 to arrive at the office by 8:00. 

People at work respected her. Everyone would acknowledge her and wish her a good morning or afternoon when she walked by. She always was the best dressed and everything at her desk was arranged to make her work day more efficient. Needless to say, she was in control. And she loved it that way. But in her romantic life, she wanted the opposite. She wanted to let go and have someone else make her decisions. She wanted them to pick the restaurant. Pick the time – hell, sometimes she’d even love for them to pick what she would wear. And a few months ago she found just that. 

“Come on Leah, you have to come out with us.” Her friend Tiffany groaned, putting her head in Leah's lap. 

“Yeah Leah, I feel like if we left you alone on another Friday night your vagina might shrivel up and fall off.” Her other friend Bri chimed in. 

Bri, Leah, and Tiffany were all roommates freshman year of college and could not have been more different. Believe it or not, Leah had even been more uptight back then. She refused to hang out with them, dedicating all of her time to her studies. But one terrifying night they thought someone was breaking into their apartment. 

They all hid in Bri’s room with a baseball bat until they found out it was just a raccoon who had found out how to kick open the door. Ever since that night, the girls were pretty much inseparable. 

“I reallyyy don’t though. Don't you normally go to ‘The Keg’ I mean could they have come up with any better of a name?” Leah groaned pushing past Tiffany to stand up from the coach to go refill her currently empty wine glass. 

“Um yeah, the bartender thinks I’m hot so we normally get free drinks,” Tiffany said, propping herself up on her elbow. 

“You literally work in accounting…I know what you make, you can afford drinks.” Leah said.

“She definitely can but that does not mean she has to…also you’re deflecting! Cmon we can't let you stay in on a Friday night for the hundredth time in a row. Bri said, coming to the counter behind Leah. 

“But I love my Friday night routine. Wine, my favorite snacks, my favorite shows and! My bed. You cannot find those at a bar.” Leah said. 

Tiffany rested her chin on Leah’s shoulder. 

“That’s the most depressing thing I have ever heard…you sound like you are eighty years old.”

“Or a depressed housewife,” Bri said. 

“I’ve always been told I have an old soul,” Leah said, shaking her arm like an old lady, making them both laugh.

Tiffany moved around her jumping up to sit on the counter facing Leah. 

“I’m just worried about you Leah….ever since Krista broke up with you–” Tiffany started. 

“Ah ah. No Krista talk, you promised.” Leah frowned. 

“And we promise we will stop feeling bad for you and not drag you out for the next six months if you just come out with us tonight,” Bri said, moving Leah's hair behind her ear. 

Leah looked at both of the friends dreading her reaction. It was like all critical thoughts left her head regarding them. This is exactly what happened way too many nights in college and it always ended up with Leah picking one of them off the bathroom floor. 

“UGHHHHHHH. Fine but only two drinks.” Leah said.

Tiffany and Bri squealed and jumped off the counter hugging her. “I knew you would cave! We are going to have so much fun, just like old times. BLT hitting the town again!” Tiffany said as Leah and Bri rolled their eyes.

“Girl even I might stay in if you use that awful nickname again” Bri said. 

“Yeah Tif, I think that died the night after you were talking to that girl who offered you a sandwich on the sidewalk.” Leah shuddered at the memory.

“Yeah, some questionable choices were made that night.” Tiffany agreed.

“Anyway go shave…whatever your situation is down there and put on something CUTE not one of your business casual shirts,” Bri remarked. 

“Yeah between the business casual attire and the ice queen attitude you give to any stranger that approaches us, you are kind of scaring the hoes,” Tiffany said. 

“Nope, no guys I am serious. No girls tonight, just us. I’m not looking for another subpar one night stand with some girl named ‘Angel’ who won't call me back.” Leah said. 

“A girl sets you up on one bad date and I never hear the end of it,” Bri said, making them all laugh. 

Leah had had enough drama with Krista and everyone felt bad for her. If she had to go out, she at least wanted to spend time with her best friends. 

“Okay fineeeeee I promise. It’s just us.” Tiffany said, extending her pinky. 

“Just us.” Bri agreed putting her pinky in the mix. 

“Always.” Leah smiled, sealing the deal. 

Pinky promises used to mean something back in elementary school but apparently, all that went out the window as the girls had barely finished one drink and Leah went to the bathroom and came back to Tiffany with her tongue down some woman’s throat. 

Leah rolled her eyes, sitting back down next to Bri. 

“Damn, I thought she might make it to drink two before she ditched us. Leah said 

“C'mon you know as well as me telling her she can't do something is going to make her do it that much faster,” Bri said taking a sip of her drink. 

Leah sighed, thinking of how she was going to get Tiffany out of there until Bri choked on her drink.

“Woah who is THAT,” Bri said nodding past Leah. 

Leah turned her head, looking at the seats further down the bar to see two women who looked impressively fit. One had long brown hair about mid-way down her back. She had on a classic pair of blue jeans and a strapless top which emphasised how impressive her back muscles were. But the other woman was who caught Leah’s attention. 

She had jet-black hair in a wolfcut style. She had a few nose piercings and an eyebrow slit – immediately setting off Leah’s fuck-girl radar. 

“Ah ah no that one is bad news.” Leah shook her head turning back to Bri. 

“Omg so quick to judge! What makes you say that?” Bri replied. 

“Um hello?? The piercings? The eyebrow slit? The tattoos? She is like the poster child for bad decisions.” Leah said, shaking her head. 

“Well, what if I wanted to make some bad decisions? Bri said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Then I would tell you to DM Jenna again, not find a new problem. I know exactly what her type is and trust me you want nothing to do with Miss Wolf Cut over there.” Leah said, sipping her drink.

“Damn, it seems like I already made a bad impression then?” Leah heard a voice from behind her. 

Both Leah and Bri choked on their drink, turning around to face the woman and her friend. 

“Pretty arrogant of you to assume we were talking about you,” Leah said coldly, making Bri and the woman's friend make a face.

“Arrogant or observant?” The stranger raised an eyebrow. 

“Anyway me and my friend were just about to leave so excuse us,” Leah said, turning around to flag the bartender. 

Leah heard the woman's friend mumble something back to her along the lines of, “Let's go sit down again” but the woman ignored her. 

When the bartender returned to the group, Leah could barely get a word in before the woman with the wolf cut spoke up again. 

“I'll do another whisky sour and the lady will take…a cosmo” She smirked, eyeing Leah’s glass. Leah went to protest but the bartender went straight to work. 

Leah turned to complain to Bri as she saw her now chatting up the brunette with the long hair. 

She sighed, accepting defeat as the woman with the tattoos sat in the barstool next to her. 

“So how often do you do this? Go to some shitty dive bar and try and pick up your next victim.”

“Victim?” the woman laughed “You think I am that type?”

“I don't think so, I know so,” Leah replied shortly.

“And why is that sweetheart?”  The woman asked as the bartender passed her her new drink. 

“Because I’ve fallen for women like you before. You exude this confidence you walk around like anyone should be honored to have the pleasure of sleeping with you.”  Leah explained. 

“So you admit it, I am your type.” The woman smirked, causing Leah to roll her eyes. 

The stranger laughs, finishing her drink and slamming it onto the bar. 

“Well miss….” The stranger paused waiting for her name. 

“Leah,”She offered.

“Well miss Leah I'll get out of your business but I…hope we run into each other again. I don’t think this was the only time we are meant to meet.” She winked at Leah before getting up, placing money on the bar, and grabbing her friend to head out. 

After they left Bri scooted over to Leah again. 

“So you got her number right?!” Bri said excitedly. 

“In her dreams,” Leah said, taking the last swig of her drink. 

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By the time April came around Leah was as busy as ever. Work really picked up and she had been running around the city like a chicken with its head cut off. Event planning was no joke. The clients could be demanding and annoying but hey – at least Leah was getting paid. 

This particular day was not going her way though. She had slept through her 5 am alarm so she had to do her morning routine in twenty minutes. Once she was in the office, one of the interns spilled coffee on her. The rest of the day was meetings and clients yelling over the phone followed by more meetings. By the time Leah had put out all the fires it was pushing 9pm. She sighed as she turned off the light in her office and headed for her car. 

She turned on the meditations that she did not get to practice this morning and started her commute home. It was only about 25 minutes, Garnet Valley was a small town but cutting through downtown could save Leah about five minutes and based on the downpour she would take all the time off she could get. Leah gripped the wheel tight leaning forward to see through her windshield wipers. The more it rained the louder she tuned up her mediation…which was the reason she did not hear her check engine light go off. 

She continued at a slow pace until the car jerked, alarming her. She turned down her meditation a bit, finally hearing the light beep on the indicator. 

“No no no” Leah started whispering to herself as her car jerked again. 

She was just on the edge of downtown as she pulled over the car, making sure to jerk once more before she turned it off. 

Leah waited for about three minutes before turning on the car again, the engine sputtering a few times before stalling. She repeated this two or three times before pulling out the keys. 

“FUCK.” Leah shouted, laying her head on her wheel. 

She let a few tears slip before she looked at her phone.

She couldn’t call Tiffany because she was out of town for work. 

Bri was around but she was on a third date with a girl she really liked. And Leah would rather walk home than ruin her friend’s date. 

She sighed, getting in contact with AAA to come tow her car. They said they would be there “soon” but based on her experiences in college she knew that could mean five hours right now. 

She saw that there was a gas station across the street from where she stalled out, so begrudgingly she decided that is where her dinner would be. 

She bundles up her thin hoodie, locked the car and ran across the street – almost slipping a few times. 

As she walked in, the cashier gave her a nod and she strolled through the isles. 

She grabbed a beef jerky stick, a bag of potato chips and a diet coke. 

She normally would never be caught dead consuming such garbage but honsetly this day could not get any worse…

“Is that you Cosmo girl?” she heard a familiar voice say. 

Leah froze in her tracks, beef stick a quarter eaten. There was no way it could be her. 

As Leah turned around she was greeted with the woman's familiar figure. 

She looked a bit different. Her hair was now mid back lengthand she was wearing a big t-shirt and joggers. Leah questioned how she could look so good in such plain clothes. 

As the woman's eyes got big at the sight of Leah she finally caught what she looked like in one of the mirror in the corner of the store. 

Leah was in a zipped up hoodie with her hood pulled up. Her hair frizzing up underneath and poking through a bit. Her jeans and blouse were soaked and her face… well if it wasn’t the rain that made her makeup run. It was her tears from the car. To complete the look with the several snacks she had in hand was mortifying.

And the woman could sense it, laughing loudly. 

Leah blushed with embarrassment, going to walk past her to pay. 

“Hey hey.. The stranger said gently, grabbing her arm as she passed. “I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise with your new…look.” The woman held back a giggle. 

“Ha ha laugh it up.” Leah mumbled. 

“C’mon Cosmo girl.Let me pay for your snacks as an apology…you look like you need a pick-me-up.” The woman said, taking the snacks out of her hand and heading to the register. 

Leah didn’t even put up a fight, she was so embarrassed. To be seen in such a vulnerable state made her uneasy. The woman snapped her out of her thoughts. 

“Here you go…Leah.” The woman said handing over a bag as Leah gave a polite thank you. 

The woman raised her eyebrow, perplexed by the seemingly different person standing before her than at The Keg a few months ago. 

“Did you park far? I can help you out with my umbrella.” The woman said as the pair exited the convenience store. 

“Kind of…my car broke down,” Leah said quietly. 

“Damn, you really have had a shit day huh?” The woman said. 

Leah nodded finally looking up at the woman. Her eyes were not the same as when they first met. They were not filled with mischief or lust just…saddness? Pity? And that made Leah want to run and hide. 

“I called AAA. They should be here soon.” Leah said, clearing her throat and breaking eye contact again. 

“So like five hours?” The woman said. 

The two women looked at each other again as they burst out laughing. Leah started laughing so hard she started crying…almost sobbing. This was her low, her rock bottom, being soaked in a rainstorm after a shit day. 

“Well listen I know you may not like what I am about to suggest but do you want to wait at my place? I live right there.” The woman said, pointing to a window about two blocks away.

Leah sighed, thinking of course this was a convenient way to get Leah back to the stranger's home. She had seen horror movies start…and end like this. 

As soon as she opened her mouth to make a smart comment she noticed a familiar vehicle pulling up out of her peripheral. 

It couldn’t be…this had to be a joke. 

And yet when the woman stepped out of her car there she was. Krista. The same Krista that said that Leah was “The One”. The same Krista who said no one or nothing would ever come between them. And yet that was the same Krista who broke up with her by leaving a note and clearing out their apartment while Leah was on a business trip. 

Leah’s heart sank as she could tell tears were beginning to form. She quickly turned to the woman who got her the snacks. 

“Actually yes that sounds so nice. Lead the way!” Leah laughed nervously. 

The woman looked at her, obviously confused by the sudden shift in demeanor from Leah. But as Leah’s gaze shifted between her and the woman pumping gas she put it together that that was not someone Leah wanted to see right now. So she obliged. 

Upon entering the apartment Leah was not surprised by the decor. It was like the den of a vampire. All of the furniture was black. There were hints of purple accents on the walls and on some side tables. But it seemed very on-brand for….for this woman? It hit Leah that not only was she in a stranger's apartment, but she had no idea what her name was. 

“Make yourself at home.” The woman said, taking off her boots. 

“Thank you…uh..” Leah said.

The woman looked up.

“Rhea,” She replied back with a smile. 

“Let me go get you a towel and a change of clothes. You're going to get sick if you stay in those.” Rhea said, passing her to go to what Leah presumed was her bathroom. 

As she passed Leah got a whiff of her scent again smelling stronger from the rain as a strong emphasis of Burgemont stuck out to her. 

Rhea prepared everything in the bathroom and let Leah take her time promising her she would look out for the tow truck in the meantime. 

As Leah let the warm water envelope her body, she reflected on the day. She knew Krista lived in the same town. They were bound to run into each other. But catching Leah off guard was rare. It threw her into a state of vulnerability she was highly uncomfortable. I mean, it had been almost a year since their break up but Leah was always in control.

 She was able to predict Krista’s every move. But now it seemed like she did not even recognize the woman anymore..or maybe she didn’t recognize herself. 

Leah got out of the shower and looked at the clothes Rhea had laid out. She definitely would not typically wear any of these garments. The shirt was black with a soft white design of what she assumed was a band logo in the center. The sweatpants were admittedly comfortable but a little big. She pulled at the drawstring. 

She wiped her face for a final time before heading back into the living room. Rhea sat on the window-sill watching her car as she promised. 

Leah cleared her throat so as to not scare her. Rhea turned to her. 

Rhea’s eyes widened with an emotion Leah could not exactly make out. 

“You look...normal,” Rhea said. 

“Normal?” Leah said, crossing her arms. 

“Not as an insult more like ... .yourself and not some Queen of Ice ready to behead one of her subjects…or a woman buying her a drink in a bar.” Rhea laughed. 

“Even Your Majesty has off moments.” Leah sighed heavily plopping down on the couch. 

“So…who was the woman at the gas station,” Rhea asked, catching Leah off guard. 

“I don’t see why she would be any of your business,” Leah said coming off a bit more harsh than she intended. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. I bought you your fabulous dinner, let you shower, and wear my favorite sweatpants. The least you can do is give me a little backstory. “ Rhea said, moving to the opposite side of the couch from Leah. 

Leah looked at her expecting a shit-eating grin but the woman looked genuinely interested. 

“Did she do anything to you?” Rhea whispers, clenching her fist a little.

“NO no god no – not like that.” Leah quickly said. 

“She's just an…ex. Who I didn’t want to see me like that.” Leah admitted. 

Rhea sat back in relief but still questioned. “Messy breakup?”

“If you consider leaving a note saying. ‘I used to enjoy thinking about our forever but who could stand to be someone who loves their reputation more than me messy than yes, very.” Leah said, causing Rhea to wince. 

“Yeah, I think that counts as messy.” Rhea agreed, earning a small smile from Leah.

“You do give off a very strong aura,” Rhea admitted. “That's why I went and flirted with you at the bar.” 

“You liked the fact that I seemed to be almost… repulsed at your flirting?” Leah questioned looking at Rhea. 

“I admit you were a tough shell to crack but I noticed something else underneath that cool and mean exterior,” Rhea said, motioning her hands toward Leah. 

“Oh yeah and what was that?” Leah asked. 

“Excitement,” Rhea smirked, causing Leah to look away from her. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” Leah cleared her throat causing Rhea to laugh. 

“It was only for a second but I could see the look in your eye when I ordered the drink for you. It was like you were relieved and turned on at the same time. “ Rhea said boldly. 

Leah's eyes widened. 

“I was NOT turned on. I hate not being in control. What if I had wanted something else? What if I wanted to switch my drink.” Leah said. 

“I agree, you seem like you need to be in control of most things in your life but…” Rhea said, moving closer to Leah on the couch. “ I think sometimes you like to give other people control if they prove themselves to you.” 

Leah blushed at her forwardness, standing up. Feeling uncomfortable with the ache she was starting to feel in between her legs.  

  “I think you like to assume a lot of things about me, Rhea,” Leah said, going to glance out of the window still– no truck in sight.  

“Like what?” Rhea said, sitting back and spreading her legs a bit. 

“Like the fact that I wanted more than one Cosmo at that bar or the fact that you assumed I had a history with my ex at the gas station and that you assumed if you were able to get me back to your apartment I would just go weak at the knees and beg you to take control of me.” Leah ranted pacing back and forth before stopping in front of Rhea.

Leah looked down at Rhea, her breathing getting heavier as Rhea slowly stood up from the couch towering over Leah as the two got close. 

“And am I wrong assuming that maybe you came back to my place because you knew I was exactly the person who could take care of you after such a rough day?” Rhea whispered, moving a curl behind Leah’s ear. 

The pair breathed quicked as Leah looked up at Rhea as she licked her lips looking at Leah with such affection yet equal parts lust. 

Leah would never be so reckless. This woman only learned her name twenty minutes ago and now she was inching closer and closer to climbing on top of this woman. How could she let go so easily? 

Rhea bent down to her ear and whispered.

“All you have to do is ask princess…and I’ll take care of you,” Rhea said grabbing her hand and ghosting her lips over Leah’s neck. 

Leah’s head mind was racing. There was no way she was going to fall for this woman's spell would she? And yet the only words that came out of her mouth were. 

“Please…” Leah whispered. “Fuck me” 

That was all Rhea needed to finally press her lips against Leah's throat. 

Rhea’s hands shifted down to her hips pulling Leah’s body flush against hers causing Leah to let out a satisfied moan. 

As Rhea bit her neck lightly Leah did not even think about the fact she would have a hickey to cover tomorrow just that she wanted more of this feeling. Rhea kissed Leah’s throat, sighing before pressing her lips against Leah’s. 

“I thought you would never ask” Rhea smirked, moving her lips in tandem with Leah. 

The kiss was so deep Leah barely noticed Rhea sitting them both on the couch as Leah straddled Rhea continuing to press into her. 

Rhea moved her hands up from Leah's waist grabbing one of her breasts.

“This okay?” Rhea paused for a moment coming up for air. 

Leah nodded, leaning in to kiss her again. 

“Ah ah, princess I need to hear you say it. Say you want me to handle these gorgeous tits.” Rhea groaned. 

Leah would typically never say such a vulgar sentence but with the pulse coming from between her legs getting stronger Leah had no problem saying it.

“Please play with my tits.” 

Rhea obliged quickly, taking Leah’s shirt and throwing it haphazardly across the room. 

Since Leah's Bra was soaked it was no surprise either woman when there was no bra to be found. 

Leah moaned as Rhea kissed down her cheek grabbing one breast and licking a painfully slow swipe across her left nipple. 

“Fuck I can barely fit them in my hands.” Rhea seemed to mumble to herself before taking one nipple in her mouth. 

As Rhea sucked and licked and teased Leah’s breast she was not naive to feel Leah’s hips start to buck in search of any friction. 

Rhea grinned looking up at Leah as she pulled back biting her nipple before letting it go with a gasp from Leah. 

“Sorry, I would love to tease these all day but I have something else I need to take care of,” Rhea said grabbing Leah’s hips and rolling the pain so Leah was now sitting on the couch with Rhea going on her knees between Leah’s legs. 

“Since the minute you stepped out here in my clothes all I could think about is how they would look on my floor.” Rhea flashed her shit-eating grin. 

Leah was about to get out a witty comeback but the words quickly left her brain as Rhea began tugging on the waistband of Leah’s sweatpants making sure to kiss every inch of her exposed skin as she finally got them off discarding them amongst the pile building in the corner.  

Rhea kissed up Leah’s thigh getting dangerously close to her heat as Leah’s eyes widened in anticipation. Rhea looked up at Leah panting and biting her lip down at Rhea. 

Rhea paused shaking her head for a moment. 

“Is something wrong? “ Leah said sitting up a bit before Rhea grabbed her hips pinning her in place. 

“The opposite princess.” Rhea smiled grabbing her wrist and kissing it tenderly. 

“You look like a work of art…and I can’t wait to ruin you,” Rhea said whispering the last part as she sat back on her knees, hooked her arms under Leah’s thighs, and licked a long stripe up to Leah’s clit. 

Leah threw her head back as the feeling of ecstasy took over.

Leah was attracted to Rhea when they first met in the bar, whether she wanted to admit it or not.  But she looked absolutely sinful right now. As her tongue continued to dance across Leah’s clit  Leah began to truly observe Rhea. The way her eyes fluttered between looking up at Leah or closing them to focus on her meal. The groans she would let out when Leah started moaning in a higher pitch. But what sent her over the edge was when she moved one hand so she could massage Leah’s clit as her she flicked her tongue in and out of Leah. The way her muscles tightened as Leah reached her peak had her crying out Rhea’s name as she came on her tongue. 

Rhea slowed down the pace of massaging her clit so Leah could ride out her high as Rhea got up straddling Leah. Leah finally opened her eyes in time to see Rhea slide her thumb over Leah’s lips and part them a bit.

Leah waited in anticipation as Rhea connected their lips, her tongue immediately begging for entrance. Leah tasted herself off of Rhea's tongue. 

Leah tried to grab Rhea’s hips to sit her down on her lap until Rhea stopped her with a smile. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Rhea said, getting up and offering her hand to Leah as she led her to her bedroom. 

Leah went from being pressed against the bedroom door to Rhea’s vanity to finally lying on her back in Rhea’s bed. 

Leah watched curiously as Rhea stripped, putting on a harness. Leah bit her lip watching her back muscles flex as she bent over attaching a purple dildo to the harness before turning around. 

Rhea caught Leah looking, giving her a wink before walking over and sitting on the edge as Leah crawled up to her. 

“Mind getting it wet for me sweetheart?” Rhea said in a deeper town stroking Leah's curls before grabbing a fist full as Leah’s eyes widened in excitement. 

Leah got on the floor between Rhea's legs as she quickly offered her a pillow to rest her knees on. 

Leah was practically salivating when she grabbed the dildo with one hand spitting on the tip and letting Rhea watch it drip down. 

Rhea let out a low “Fuck” as Leah started taking it in her mouth Leah batted her eyelashes up at Rhea as she tried to take it to the base. 

“That's a good girl,” Rhea said as Leah slowly started bobbing her head up and down on the dildo getting it soaked in spit. Her arousal grew more and more as she imagined it inside of her. 

Rhea grabbed a fist full of Leah’s curls again telling her to open as Rhea started fucking her throat. 

Leah tried to open her throat as wide as possible, letting Rhea violate her. Leah looked up at Rhea while she gagged and she could have sworn that almost made her cum. 

Rhea let go of Leah’s hair and helped her off her knees as she said she needed her right now telling Leah to lay ass up facing the foot of the bed 

“As if you couldn’t look any more sexy – look at this ass,” Rhea said, slapping it and getting behind Leah. 

Leah hissed at the sting as she felt the dildo start rubbing up and down her pussy.

Rhea teased her lining up with her entrance and pushing in just a little bit before pulling out. She did this about three more times before Leah started whining. 

“Please…please,” Leah begged, apparently too quiet. 

“What was that princess? You’re going to have to beg louder than that.” Rhea said repeating the same motion but a little bit deeper this time. 

“Fuck Rhea please you already have me bent over,” Leah said exasperated. 

Rhea went just deep enough to drive Leah crazy as she begged loudly this time.

“Oh my god Rhea please fuck me take control and make me…FUCK.” Leah almost screamed as Rhea fully slid inside her. 

Rhea was stroking painfully slow at first making sure to fill her pussy up as far as she could but after a minute or so she started to pick up the pace. 

Leah could not imagine how sinful the noises must have sounded to anyone who could have passed. Even on the street below Leah was sure that if it was not pouring rain her moans would have echoed down the street. 

“God you look so pretty taking my cock…look at yourself,” Rhea said, grabbing Leah's hair again and making her sit up flush against her. Leah looked up to a mirror that was in front of them. And she could barely recognize herself. Her hair was a mess half in Rhea’s hands the other half sprawled outward. Her tits bounced with every stroke Rhea did and she could tell Rhea was staring hard at them. She could also see the outline of the dildo poking at her lower stomach as Rhea continued her assault. 

Leah’s moans got higher again as she felt Rhea’s breast press against her pack and how hard her abs were crunching as she fucked her. 

Rhea noticed, snaking a hand up Leah’s stomach to her throat.

“Are you going to cum for me again, pretty girl? Get ready to hold your breath.” Rhea grunted as Leah took a deep breath. 

Rhea told her to hold her breath as she tightened her grip. 

“I'm going to countdown and on 10 you’re going to let out that pretty noise again and cum for me okay?” Rhea coached her as she began to count. 

“10…..9….8…” Rhea began as Leah’s thoughts were getting cloudy. All she could think about was more… more…more..

“7….6….5…..4” Rhea continued. 

Leah felt like that bubble building inside her was about to explode as Rhea started rubbing Leah’s clit with her free hand.

“3….2….Cum for me princess.” Rhea encouraged her as Leah felt everything in her body tighten as she came harder than she ever thought was possible. 

Rhea let go of her neck, Leah gasping for air as Rhea slowly pulled out and laid Leah down on her back. 

“You were amazing….Leah.” Rhea said softly kissing Leah on the forehead. She explained she was just running to get Leah some water and a towel. 

During the short time she was gone Leah started being able to form full thoughts again like “Oh my god I just had the best sex of my life with someone I do not even know more than two things about.” And Rhea could tell. When she returned and gave Leah the glass of water,  she could tell the woman was embarrassed – sitting with her knees to her chest. 

“Hey hey don't start doing that over-thinking thing.” Rhea interrupted her thoughts. 

“I'm not- well I…I normally just don’t sleep with people when I haven't even gone out with them. I am not even sure what your favorite color is what you do for work or how you spend your free time.”  Leah started after taking a sip. 

“Well my favorite color is purple, I am a wrestler, and typically I prefer my alone time but there is someone I ran into tonight I am hoping I get to spend more time with.” Rhea smiled. 

“Wait a wrestler?” Leah questioned before her phone started ringing. 

After dealing with the phone call and explaining it was the tow truck Rhea looked a bit disappointed but she helped Leah get dressed and helped her get her shoes on.

As Leah got ready to exit the apartment she looked back at Rhea as she waved a half-hearted goodbye before Leah said. 

“So is this the part where you ask me for your number or is that out of my control? “

Hi guys! I hope you liked this one it took me...so long. But I hope everyone had a good day and I can be a very steamy wind down to your day. :)

[fan-fantasies]

Reward

A/N: can be read as a part two of Whisper Sweet Nothings or probably read as a stand alone. I hope you enjoy; it’s pure filth!

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: semi public smut, oral f receiving, choking, use of a strap on

Part One

“And new…WWE Woman’s Tag Team Champions…”

All of the sound drowned out and all you could focus on was Rhea and that fact that you were both now champions. You had won your match at Summer Slam and adrenaline was coursing through your veins.

Rhea scooped you up in her arms and carried you up the ramp, almost more excited to get you back stage than the win itself.

Everyone backstage began to congratulate you and while you were grateful, you only had one thing on your mind- her.

You practically dragged her into the locker room where you threw yourself at her. The kiss was full of passion and heat, still riding high from the match.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it,” she chuckled as you kissed down her neck.

“Baby, I need you,” you whined, pulling at her gear.

“And you’ll have me, love. Do you remember what I told you your reward would be if we won?” She asked.

“Of course,” you chuckled. She went over to her bag and grabbed something out of it. She hid it behind her back and looked at you with a devilish smirk.

“You brought it?” Anticipation began to gnaw away at you, more than excited for what was to come.

“Did you really think I was going to wait until we got back to the hotel to absolutely ravage you?” She asked, stalking toward you slowly. “We better find some place private, sweetheart. Don’t want just anyone walking in while I ruin you, now do we?”

“Let’s go then,” you smirked. She stuck her strap back in her bag and took it along, following you through the corridors back stage. A few people stopped you to tell you how amazing the match was and while you appreciated all of the attention, the only person’s attention that mattered was Rhea’s.

You finally found an empty room, seemingly used for storage. There was a single chair in the corner and the rest of the room was filled with props and outfits. You quickly locked the door behind you making Rhea laugh.

“Desperate tonight, hm? Can’t wait for me to split that pussy open I bet,” she said. “Strip for me.”

She didn’t have to tell you twice. Perhaps you were overeager, but you didn’t care. She could tease you about it later, you just needed her hands on you now.

“Your turn,” you said, pulling off your last article of clothing.

“What? You don’t want me to fuck you in my gear? I know how much you like it.” She ran a finger down your face and the length of your neck. Her touch send a chill down your spine making you shiver.

“As hot as you look in it, can’t exactly do what I want to with it on,” you told her.

“And what is it you want to do?” She asked.

“I wanna taste you. Please? I’ve been craving it all night,” you begged.

“This is supposed to be about you, love,” she argued.

“I don’t care. Right now I just need you.”

As much as you loved when Rhea would throw you around and be in control, you also loved worshipping her and her amazing body. She’d never admit it, but she had never had someone make her feel as amazing as you and she loved having you between her thighs.

“Such a naughty girl, needing my pussy in that slutty little mouth of yours.”

She quickly herself of her gear and beckoned you over.

“On your knees.”

You quickly obeyed and knelt in front of her. She tossed a leg over your shoulder and grabbed onto a spare rack to balance herself.

You wasted no time in teasing your tongue through her folds. She let out a content sigh and let her eyes close so she could focus on your ministrations between her legs.

You found her clit and begin to circle it with your tongue. You had spent plenty of time going down on Rhea in the last few days that you knew what would make her tick.

You suck on her clit lightly before moving down and teasing her entrance. You switched to licking thick strips up and down her pussy and the moans quickly began to fall from her lips.

Her free hand wrapped itself in your hair as she began to guide your movements; she still needed some level of control after all. Your hands reached around, grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze.

“You’re a cheeky little thing tonight,” she chuckled. “You’re making me feel so good.”

You quickened your pace between her legs and you swore she even began to tremble above you. Before you knew it, her grip on your hair was tightening and she was fucking your face through her orgasm.

“Fuck, baby; you’re amazing,” she moaned, finally releasing you from her grip. “Stay right there.”

She grabbed her strap from her bag and slid it on. She came back over and stood in front of you again.

“Suck it.”

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“You heard me. Suck it and get it all wet and ready for your pussy,” she said. You opened your mouth and took it in inch by inch. You bobbed your head slowly at first, getting used to the feeling. Once you got more into it, you increased your speed. Rhea was staring down at you mesmerized. You got a bit too enthusiastic with it and ended up gagging a bit.

“Shit, baby, I think we’re good,” she said, pulling away from you. “Lay down for me. I wanna watch as I ravage you.”

You did as she said, your back hitting the cold floor beneath you. She slid the strap through your folds a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“So wet for me baby; is that all just from eating me out?” She asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Of cour- oh fuck!” Rhea cut you off by sinking into your pussy until she was flush against you.

She pulled out slowly before sinking back in at the same speed. She watched as your pussy took her inch by inch. Once she was satisfied that you were completely full, she set a brutal pace. It nearly knocked the air from your lungs but you managed to praise her nonetheless.

“Look at you, pretty girl- taking my cock so well. This pussy is all mine, yeah?”

You were too far gone to answer, but her hand wrapping around your throat brought you back to reality.

“Yes, all yours!”

“That’s my girl,” she chuckled. She didn’t let her rhythm falter as she began to circle your clit with her thumb.

“I’m so close, don’t stop!” You begged.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said, using all her remaining strength to fuck into you relentlessly. The coil inside you snapped, sending you over the edge. You swore your vision blacked out for a moment before coming back down to earth. She slowed to a stop once your orgasm had slowed to a stop. She pulled out of you and frowned as you winced.

“Was I too rough, sweetheart?” She asked, placing a soft hand on your cheek.

“Not at all! That was completely mind-blowing if I’m being honest,” you reassured her. She gave you a warm smile as she took off the strap and grabbed your clothes. She helped you off the floor and steadied you, your legs feeling like jello beneath you.

“Easy there,” she chuckled. She helped you get dressed before redressing herself.

“I’ll give twice as much effort if that’s my reward for every match we win,” you told her playfully.

“I promise I’ll reward you as much as you want,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“You ready to get out there, champ?” You asked with a beaming smile.

“As long as you’re by my side, I’m ready for anything.”

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[edgessunflower]

Hi I was looking at your Drabble list and wanted to know if you would be willing to do a combo of: 💘(falling in love) 🦋(flustered) for Ripley x reader please? I feel like I’m not the only one who would be yearning for her while on a mission with her, like ugh I just wanna bring her things and make her happy

Always have

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You fall for Ripley while dealing with Xenomorphs and it doesn't help that you're always flustered when you're alone with her

"Y/N, with me" you turned your head when you heard Ripley speak to you as everyone decided to split up which you truly didn't know why but you followed behind ripley as the two of you walked through the hall checking each room you found for whenever this strange creature everyone saw earlier was as you tried to calm your racing heart and the warmth flooding through you not because you were scared or completely on edge but being around ripley always made you flustered and as time went on it grew to where you couldn't be around her alone a lot. A blush formed on your face when you saw Ellen after the two of you got sprayed by the sprinklers on the ceiling feeling warmth flood your body even despite the cold water making you feel a bit chilly almost falling when you looked away before she caught you staring at her unable to control yourself because god even without trying she was so pretty and it only made you fall for her more as well as being even more flustered, "You good?" you hummed turning your head to ripley as she repeated her question before you quietly nodded leading to the two of you hiding in a corner of the hall together when you found the creature who had managed to get on the ship only for the two of you to find out that it was more than an odd creature but an alien which made the situation and put everyone's safety on the line not knowing just what this creature was capable of but everyone would soon find out but it wouldn't be the only thing that would be found out along the way as everyone fought for their lives. Ripley was relieved when she found you after the two of you got separated only to find you hiding in a supply closet shaking almost knocking her down when you ran and immediately wrapped your arms around her trying to keep yourself together knowing that crying wasn't going to change anything or help anything that could happen from this point on as ripley hugged you back speaking softly telling you it was okay to be emotional as tears flowed down your face, everything seemed like a blur and didn't feel real even despite everything that you and ripley had seen as the two of you walked hand in hand while wearing space suits with it now only being the two of you left after everyone else were killed by the alien with the two of you deciding to take one final stand as you turned your head only to see the alien right before ripley opened the airlock leading to the ailen being sucked out and blown into space as you cried softly in relief sending out a distress call before you couldn't hold back leading to you pulling ellen into a kiss which she returned holding each other with no words being said as the two of you walked hand in hand to the sleeper pods.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 11: Pullin’ Me Back ft. Tyrese by Chingy..

Rhea quietly stepped out of the bathroom and made her way back to her mini bedroom. As she entered, she saw Jimmy still asleep, his face peaceful, a slight rise and fall of his chest signaling his steady breathing. She stood there for a moment, just watching him. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for, but there was something comforting about the calmness in his presence.

She climbed back into the bed, careful not to wake him immediately. Gently, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his neck, letting her lips linger for just a moment.

Jimmy stirred, his breathing faltering for a second as he slowly woke, the warmth of her touch pulling him from his slumber. He turned toward her, his arms instinctively reaching for her, pulling her close as if he never wanted to let her go.

“Good morning,” he mumbled sleepily, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep.

Rhea smiled softly, though there was a sadness behind her eyes. “You have to wake up, baby,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm. “I don’t want Roman to see you.”

Jimmy groaned slightly, his body reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed and her embrace. “I don’t wanna let you go,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Rhea sighed softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to either,” she murmured. “But you have to get up.”

Jimmy stretched out, a deep, satisfying stretch that made his muscles ache from the long hours spent on the road. With a resigned sigh, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Rhea’s lips. “Fine, but only because you say so,” he teased, his tone light but laced with a hint of reluctance.

Rhea chuckled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair before letting him go. As Jimmy got up, she lay there for a moment, taking a breath and trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. The truth was, she didn’t want this to end. Not yet. But she knew the reality of the situation. There were people to see, responsibilities to take care of, and paths to untangle.

Jimmy made his way toward the front of the bus, where the makeshift sofa bed had been set up for him. He gave Rhea one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing behind the curtain, his footsteps light on the bus floor.

Rhea sat up in bed for a moment, the weight of the last few days settling in. She ran a hand through her hair, wondering if the right decision was to keep things with Jimmy at a distance, or to let everything unfold as it would. But deep down, she knew this was just another chapter in a story she wasn’t sure how to write.

—

After falling back asleep for a few hours, Rhea woke up for the second time that morning. The faint hum of the bus engine and the occasional rumble of the road beneath her had lulled her into a restless sleep, but now, she was fully awake. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, before sighing and deciding to start her day.

Sliding out of bed, she grabbed her small toiletries bag and a fresh set of clothes from her suitcase. Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom of the tour bus. The sound of the water running as she turned on the shower muffled the noises coming from the front of the bus, where she could faintly hear voices.

Meanwhile, in the front of the bus, Roman and Jimmy sat on the couch, controllers in hand, fully engrossed in a heated game of Call of Duty. The TV screen lit up the room, flashing with the chaos of their virtual battlefield.

“Get behind me, man! You’re gonna get us both killed,” Roman said, his tone equal parts frustration and amusement as his character ducked behind cover.

Jimmy smirked, leaning forward with his controller. “Relax, I got this. Just watch my six!”

The two were so focused on their game that they didn’t notice the intercom crackling to life until the driver’s voice broke through. “Joe. Just a heads up, we’re gonna need to stop for gas in about ten minutes.”

Roman leaned back, his controller dropping into his lap as he pressed the intercom button. “Yeah, that’s fine. Let me know when we’re pulling in.”

Jimmy paused the game, glancing over at Roman. “Might as well grab some snacks while we’re there. You know she didn’t eat much yesterday,” he said, motioning toward the back of the bus where Rhea was showering.

Roman nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Good idea. I’ll grab something for her. She’s been through enough without us letting her go hungry.”

Jimmy smirked, though there was a flicker of something softer in his expression. “Yeah, wouldn’t hurt to have her eat something decent.”

The bus continued down the road, the scenery outside shifting as they approached the gas station. In the back, Rhea finished her shower, stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel. She stared at her reflection in the small mirror, her thoughts clouded with the weight of everything that had happened over the last few days.

Taking a deep breath, she began to get ready for the day, determined to face whatever lay ahead.

As Rhea slipped into something comfortable—black joggers, a tank top, and an oversized hoodie—she finished brushing her teeth and applied a light touch of makeup to brighten her tired features. She felt the bus slow down and then come to a complete stop. Sighing softly, she put away her toiletries and folded her dirty clothes into a laundry bag before placing them in her room.

When she emerged from the back, Jimmy immediately noticed her. He gave her a slight nod and motioned with his head for her to follow. A small smile tugged at her lips as she walked over to him, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows. Together, they stepped off the bus, the crisp air greeting them. Rhea stretched her arms high above her head, enjoying the brief relief from being cooped up inside.

Roman was already a few steps ahead, heading toward the tiny gas station. Rhea and Jimmy trailed behind him, the two sharing a comfortable silence. The station was small, with just a single row of pumps and a weathered sign that read “Pro’s Quick Stop.” Inside, it was dimly lit and cramped, shelves packed with snacks, drinks, and random travel necessities.

Roman grabbed a basket, muttering something about needing more water for the bus. “Get whatever you want,” he called back to Jimmy and Rhea as he scanned the shelves.

Rhea walked toward the snack aisle, her eyes lazily moving over the options. Jimmy appeared at her side, picking up a bag of chips. “You good?” he asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

She nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, just… trying to wake up fully.”

Jimmy gave her a small grin. “Well, grab something. Roman’s paying.”

That earned a quiet chuckle from her. She grabbed a pack of trail mix, beef jerky, Kit Kats and a bottle of water. “I’m not gonna load up on junk like you,” she teased, watching as Jimmy grabbed a candy bar and an energy drink.

“Hey, I need fuel too,” he joked, nudging her playfully.

Rhea shook her head, but the moment felt light, a small break from the heaviness that had been weighing on her. She turned toward Roman, who was now at the counter paying. He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“You good?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with genuine concern.

Rhea held up her small haul. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Roman nodded and turned back to the cashier. As they exited the gas station, Rhea felt a fleeting sense of normalcy. The three of them walked back to the bus, bags in hand. She climbed on board, slipping into the familiar space that now felt like her temporary home.

Roman placed a bottle of orange juice on the counter in the kitchenette and called out to her, “That’s for you. Figured you’d need something with actual nutrients.”

Rhea gave him a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks.”

Jimmy took his seat on the couch, tearing into his chips, while Roman leaned back in the kitchenette. Rhea sat down across from them, nibbling on her trail mix, the silence between them oddly comforting. For the first time in days, it felt like they were just people on the road, not a mess of emotions and complications.

—

Jey groaned as he adjusted his arm, the dull pain serving as a constant reminder of his injury. He had just managed to settle back onto the couch when the doorbell rang. Frustration flashed across his face. Grumbling under his breath, he got up slowly, holding his arm to his side. He peeked through the peephole and rolled his eyes when he saw who was standing outside.

Opening the door slightly, he leaned against the frame and sighed, “What do you want, Tiffany?”

Tiffany stood there, her arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face. “We need to talk,” she said firmly.

“I told you I was done with you,” Jey replied, his tone sharp and dismissive.

Tiffany rolled her eyes, stepping closer. “Well, that’s too bad because I’m pregnant,” she shot back. “And it’s definitely not Marcel’s.”

Jey froze, her words hitting him like a brick wall. He stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for something to say. His mind raced, trying to process what she had just dropped on him.

Meanwhile, back on the tour bus, the atmosphere was much lighter. Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea sat around in the small living area, snacks spread out between them as they argued over what movie to watch.

“I’m telling you, Behind Enemy Lines is perfect,” Roman said, leaning back confidently. “Action, suspense, it’s got everything.”

Jimmy groaned dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. “Noooo, that’s boring. It’s all about Saw! A classic horror masterpiece.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow at both of them, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “How about Kill Bill?” she suggested casually.

Roman and Jimmy turned to look at her in unison, identical expressions of confusion on their faces.

Rhea tilted her head, looking between them. “Wait… you guys have never heard of Kill Bill?” she asked, her tone incredulous.

Jimmy shrugged, looking to Roman for backup. “I mean, I’ve heard the name, but… nah, never seen it.”

Roman shook his head, genuinely baffled. “What even is it? Some chick flick?”

Rhea stared at them, her jaw dropping slightly. “Some chick flick? Are you kidding me? It’s Tarantino! Action, revenge, a badass woman with a sword… It’s one of the best movies ever made.”

Jimmy squinted at her. “Wait, it’s about swords? Like ninja stuff?”

“More like samurai,” Rhea corrected him. “Trust me, it’s amazing.”

Roman crossed his arms, skeptical. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what all the fuss is about. But if it sucks, you’re paying snacks for the next stop.”

Rhea smirked triumphantly, grabbing the remote. “Deal. Prepare to have your minds blown.” As the opening credits rolled, Jimmy and Roman settled in, ready to see what had Rhea so worked up.

— Flashback. November 1st, 2024

Jey pulled on his Yeet sweater, the soft fabric doing little to calm his simmering frustration. Behind him, Tiffany adjusted her tight shirt, her movements deliberate as if trying to provoke a reaction. She finally broke the silence, her tone sharp and cutting.

“Jey,” she said, turning to face him.

“What?” he replied flatly, not looking at her as he reached for his shoes.

“Why don’t you just leave Rhea?” Tiffany asked, crossing her arms. “I mean, come on… this has been going on for so long. What’s even the point anymore?”

Jey stopped mid-motion, his jaw tightening. He slowly turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing. “You really wanna go there?” he asked.

Tiffany shrugged, her expression smug. “I’m just saying what we’re both thinking.”

Jey let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Funny, coming from you. I asked you to leave Kaiser’s bitch ass when we started this shit back in January of last year, but you never did,” he shot back, his voice rising slightly. “So of course I’m gonna find someone else.”

Tiffany laughed bitterly, stepping closer to him. “Yeah? And that someone was Rhea?! Rhea, who is nothing like me?” She paused, her tone dripping with disdain. “We both know you value me over her.”

Jey’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “Then why am I living with her and not you?” he fired back. “That’s for damn sure.”

Tiffany scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Why’d you even pick her, huh? Out of all people, Jey. Why her?”

Jey exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. “You really wanna know?” he asked, his tone quieter now but no less intense. “She was the first person my brother ever showed interest in. And yeah, she was kinda cute to me back then.”

Tiffany blinked, momentarily stunned by his honesty. Then she laughed, but there was no humor in it. “That’s actually fucked up, Jey,” she said, shaking her head. “That you’re in competition with your older brother over a girl. Pathetic.”

Jey’s face hardened, his eyes cold. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice low and steady. “But there’s one thing about Rhea—she’ll never cheat on me. I could actually see a life with her. Whereas you…” He paused, his gaze cutting into her. “You’d cheat on me the second I’m gone. Hell, you already have.”

Tiffany’s face flushed with anger, her hands balling into fists. “Fuck you, Jey!” she spat, grabbing her purse from the counter. Without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Jey rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he walked out of the hallway closet, on his way to find his girlfriend.

Jey approached the locker room with a confident stride, his smile widening as he spotted Rhea rummaging through her duffel bag. She looked focused, muttering under her breath as she dug for her gear.

“Hey, babe,” Jey greeted, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Rhea looked up, her face softening at the sight of him. “Hey,” she said with a small smile. Then, holding up a pair of white boots, she raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you pick white tonight, baby?”

Jey chuckled, leaning against the lockers. “Because we look good in white,” he said with a playful grin.

Rhea rolled her eyes, tossing her boots onto the bench. “Can I pick the color one day?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I let you pick black!” Jey shot back, laughing as he tried to defend himself.

Rhea gave him a look. “Yeah, but it had to be blue and black because you wanted some color!”

Jey shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. “Compromise, baby. That’s what a good team does.”

Rhea shook her head, unable to hide her grin. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love me for it,” Jey teased, reaching out to tug her closer by the waist.

Rhea let out a soft laugh, resting her hands on his chest. “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Jey tilted his head, giving her a mock-serious look. “Lucky? Nah, you’re the lucky one. I’m the full package, baby.”

Rhea laughed, swatting his arm. “Get outta here! Go finish getting ready before I change my mind about teaming with you tonight.”

“Never gonna happen,” Jey said confidently, giving her a quick kiss before stepping back. “We’re the dream team, remember?”

Rhea watched as he grabbed his gear bag and headed for the showers, shaking her head with a soft smile. As much as she teased him, she couldn’t deny how much she loved their dynamic—playful, competitive, and always full of chemistry. They were the perfect match, both in and out of the ring.

—

Present Time.

Jey sat on the couch, staring at Tiffany, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He was torn, the weight of everything—Rhea, Tiffany, his mistakes—pressing down on him. Tiffany stood across from him, arms crossed, her eyes burning with frustration and hurt.

“I’m aborting it,” Tiffany said sharply, her voice cold. “Obviously, I thought this would change your mind about being with me.”

Jey sighed, the words cutting through him. He stood up slowly, feeling the ache of the situation, but his expression was firm. “No… it never did. Not one bit,” he replied, his voice steady but distant.

Tiffany laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “How can you be in love with someone you’ve cheated on almost the entire time you’ve been with her?! Shit, even when you two started traveling together, we’d meet up if she was ever dragged away to do whatever the hell!”

Her words stung, but Jey didn’t flinch. He had made his choices, and now he had to live with them. “Do what you have to do,” he said, his voice hardening. “And then this time, get the fuck out of my life.”

Tiffany’s face twisted in anger, her eyes narrowing. “Fuck you, Jey,” she spat, turning on her heel to storm out of the room.

Jey stood still, watching her leave. The door slammed behind her, and for a moment, the house felt eerily quiet. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. As much as he wanted to convince himself that he had done the right thing, the truth was undeniable. He had fucked up—again.

But Rhea… Rhea was still the one he couldn’t let go of, no matter how much he tried. Even with everything that had happened, the mistakes, the lies, the betrayal—there was no one else.

Jey looked at the empty space where Tiffany had been, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of clarity. Rhea was the only person who truly mattered.

Now, he just had to figure out how to fix everything he’d broken.

—

“Hey Rhea. Running into you brought up more good memories than it did bad. I miss you like crazy. Even Liv misses you! We all miss you! I get it, we had a bad falling out but imma be honest, I want my crazy best friend back, at least texting me at least. If you think I’m stupid then just delete my number but just know, we have no bad blood with you and are always cheering you on— Damian.”

Rhea sat back on the couch, her mind swirling as she read the message over and over again. The words felt familiar, a distant but warm memory of a time before everything got complicated. She hadn’t heard from Damian in what felt like forever, and his message, though unexpected, felt like a small piece of the past reaching out to her.

Rhea smiled softly, a faint laugh escaping her lips as she leaned back into the cushions. Damian had always been direct, but there was something about the way he reached out—honest and unfiltered—that made her feel a sense of comfort. Despite everything that had happened, it felt like a reminder of how things used to be before the chaos of the past few months.

She stared at the screen for a moment, torn between the familiar comfort of old friendships and the tangled mess of her current life. A part of her wanted to ignore the message, to avoid reopening old wounds, but another part of her, the part that longed for normalcy again, wanted to respond.

Rhea chewed on her bottom lip, her thoughts racing. The past with Damian and Liv, the group of friends she had once shared so much with, felt so far away now. They were a distant memory from a time when everything was simpler. Yet, in the back of her mind, she couldn’t deny the pull to reconnect, to try and rebuild what had been lost.

After a long pause, Rhea typed a quick response:

“Hey, Damian. I miss you guys too. It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry for everything that happened. I was a mess… still am, honestly. But it’s good to hear from you. I’d love to catch up sometime. – Rhea”

She sent the message, not sure what would come of it, but for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was taking a step toward something familiar, something that wasn’t completely broken.

The phone buzzed again almost immediately, Damian’s response popping up on the screen:

“Don’t worry about it, Rhea. Life happens. We’ve all been there. Just take care of yourself, okay? I love you, crazy ass...”

Rhea smiled, a weight lifting off her shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She put her phone down beside her, feeling a small glimmer of hope, knowing that maybe—just maybe—there was a way to rebuild the connections she had lost along the way.

[bullet-prooflove]

Sending hugs always!

Mitch Ripley, a pool, a cat and fireworks.

Please and thank you!

Tagging:  @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee @mandy426 @phoward89

It’s Fourth of July weekend and Mitch ends up face down in the paddling pool that’s shaped like a kitty cat. He’s just thankful there were no kids in it at the time.

Your parents are hosting a cookout for the holiday and the back garden is filled with emergency response workers. You come from a legacy family. Your father’s a fire chief, your brothers are both firefighters and your mother’s a nurse in the neonatal unit. Even Marley 2.0 used to be in the service. He’d retired due to PTSD because he’d spent too much time in a warzones, which is why he goes absolutely batshit crazy when the fireworks start to go off.

As soon as the first boom resounds he bolts for his safe space, the snug little area behind the couch. Mitch has his back to him, he doesn’t even see him coming. He just knows one minute, he’s sipping his beer and telling you how pretty you look in that dress and the next he’s drowning in less a foot of water.

When he manages to clamber his way out of the pool he’s soaked through to his skin and more concerned about the dog. He heads inside to towel himself dry and retrieve a set of spare clothing from your father. It’s as he’s coming down the stairs in a fresh shirt and swim shorts that he spots Marley 2.0’s tail sticking out from behind the sofa. He hears that low whine as another firework goes off and his heart just breaks. He’s been there, scared, terrified of the world outside. Only his safe space used to be at the bottom of a closet when his mother had one of her parties.

When you go in search of him a half an hour later, you find him sitting alongside the couch, with Marley’s head in his lap, his fingers stroking over the Labrador’s fur.

“He was a bit frightened so I thought I’d sit with him, talk to him a little. He seems to have settled now.” He says, his voice a low, even pitch. You sit down beside him, your back coming to rest against the living room wall.

“You are a very special person.” You say and he shakes his head, his gaze lingering on Marley as he prods Mitch’s palm with his nose.

“No.” He tells you as he soothes over Marley’s head. “I just know what it’s like, to feel like that.”

You forget sometimes, about his history. Most of the time, he’s this strong confident man, controlled and capable but then there’s a moment like this and you remember how vulnerable he is, the suffering he’s endured.

“I love you, you know?” You say affectionately because sometimes Mitch needs a little reassurance and you sense it’s one of those times.

“I know.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your forehead before he smiles. “Marley does too.”

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