#Rhea Ripley Fanfic

[itsgivingmami]

COMING SOON

It’s out!

A Long Search Ended

Sugarmommy!Rhea x Sugarbaby!reader

Part 2- Lace and Leverage

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Rhea wants to chuck her phone.

It’s been a brutal morning.

Her jaw is clenched tight. Her teeth ache from how hard she’s grinding them. She hasn’t even had coffee yet. Someone’s asking her if she can push the time slot for a partner promo she never agreed to. She’s two seconds from snapping.

Her phone buzzes in her back pocket. She almost ignores it.

Then she sees your name, the photo opens.

And the entire room falls away.

Rhea:

Don’t move.

I want a better look when I get five minutes to breathe.

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Queen of the Underground

Rhea Ripley x Reader (Mob!AU)

Summary: You entered her world with a knife behind your back and secrets on your lips. 

The crowd roared, chanting her name like a war cry.

Rhea. Rhea. Rhea.

 It echoed through the grimy walls of the warehouse, the scent of sweat and smoke thick in the air.

You stood in the shadows, hood pulled low, trying to blend in. Your father’s warning rang in your head. “Get close to her. Find out what she's planning. Then get out.”

Simple. Cold. Business.

But nothing about Rhea Ripley was simple.

She stepped into the cage like a god carved from marble and flame, dark makeup smudged like warpaint, black sports bra clinging to her sculpted form, arms flexing as the crowd leaned forward. 

The air buzzed with energy.

You couldn’t look away.

And then, she looked right at you.

Her eyes were steel and smoke. Piercing. Unforgiving. But curious.

You looked away fast.

You had one job. 

Spy. Report. Vanish.

But later that night, as you slipped through the back corridors of the warehouse, you found yourself slammed against a cold brick wall, breath knocked out of your chest.

“Looking for something, little mouse?” came a low, smooth voice.

Your eyes widened. She was inches from you. 

Rhea Ripley herself. 

The woman your father called a problem. The one who made entire rooms fall silent.

“I was just… lost,” you said, weakly.

“Liar,” she murmured. “You’ve been watching me all night. You don’t smell like the others. You smell like trouble.”

You swallowed hard. “You gonna kill me?”

Her lip curled in a smirk. “Not yet.”

She leaned closer, her breath ghosting your ear. “But if you’re here to play games, sweetheart… just know I always win.”

You expected a bullet. Or a broken jaw.

Instead, you were locked in her world, kept in the upper floor of the warehouse, guarded but strangely comfortable.

And Rhea visited. Often.

“Still not talking?” she asked one night, tossing her leather jacket aside and sitting across from you.

You glared. “Why bother? You’ve already made up your mind.”

“I haven’t decided what to do with you yet,” she admitted. “You’re not afraid of me.”

“Should I be?”

She leaned in, her voice a purr. “Yes.”

But even as she said it, she brushed a strand of hair from your face. Her fingers were gentle. 

Her eyes, not cruel, just tired.

“You could’ve killed me,” you whispered. “Why didn’t you?”

Rhea stared at you for a long moment.

Then softly, “Because of the way you looked at me in the ring. No one’s ever looked at me like that before.”

Days passed. 

Then weeks.

You stopped trying to run.

She stopped calling you mouse.

You started calling her Rhea.

“I should hate you,” you said one night, curled on a worn leather couch while she treated her knuckles.

“You don’t,” she replied, not looking up.

“No. I don’t.”

Silence fell. 

The low hum of music played from the speakers. She rose slowly, crossed the room, and stood in front of you.

“Then stop pretending you don’t want this.”

Your breath caught. “Want what?”

Her hands cupped your face. “Me.”

And when she kissed you, it wasn’t violent. It was slow. Like the first drop of rain after a drought.

You told her the truth, eventually.

Who your father was. Why you came. What you were meant to do.

She listened in silence.

Then she said, “If you leave, I won’t stop you. But if you stay… I’ll protect you. You’ll be mine. And I’ll burn the whole world down before I let anyone touch you again.”

You stayed.

---Six Months Later---

You sat beside her on the edge of the cage, the underground crowd still chanting. Her arm was around your waist, your head on her shoulder.

“You ever think about what would’ve happened if you’d killed me that night?” you asked.

Rhea chuckled, brushing your hair back. “Every damn day. But then I remember something.”

“What?”

She looked at you with eyes that no longer held rage, only warmth.

“You were never here to destroy me. You were here to love me.”

[wwefan2002]

healing rays

A/N: this going to be a long series and there will be sensitive topics like suicidal thoughts and self-harm as well as healing and hurt and comfort this is going to be a lot for some but i stress that this is a sign for everyone no matter what your going through you matter and I care dont be afraid to reach out on here if you are struggling with stuff im not doing the best but writing helps me get through it so sit back and enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

rhea x reader

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You came here to get away to escape the pain and suffering you just escaped from, you walk the beach everyday, waves crash against the shore the smell of salt and sunscreen permeates the air clinging to you like a sweet melody. You walk back to the house your mind wandering thinking of all the pain you have been through. You finally make it back to the house, walking inside you finally exhale all you had been holding in you thought walking on the beach would calm your mind but instead it made it worse. You walk into your bedroom the smell of vanilla hits your nose a calming smell as you finally lay your head down. You find yourself running in the dark screaming for help you run until you feel like you can't run anymore your legs give way and then you feel a pull on your legs your body slides along the ground skin scrapping the pavement. You look around looking for them as you a scream for help you feel the cold steel of the knife against your skin, you freeze as the cold steel slowly traces against your skin, crimson red blood flowing out like water you wince in pain as the figure finally reveals itself your brother shows his face. Getting close to your ear, "you didn't save me you never tried to help you don't understand the pain I feel so now you're going to feel it". You feel the knife on your throat, you try to plead with him but before anything comes out your throat gets slashed, and you finally snap awake screaming in a cold sweat. Every time you try to sleep you are met with your brothers face it's been 5 years since he finally lost the battle with himself, you always felt like you could have done more but truth is he never had a chance your parents were far from good and they always preferred you over him and to this day you feel guilty you were always proud of him but you knew he was always upset whenever your mom or dad always praised you over him. He always wanted their approval and never got it he had always been a good kid but he finally had enough. You were the first one to find him laying face down pills in one hand and a picture of you and him in the other, he always loved you and he never blamed you for what your parents did but in your mind he hated you and always thought they chose you over him and he resented you but in fact he didn't your mind just kept tricking you into thinking that. You never thought that your brother would do that to himself but there's only so much one person can take before they finally break. You made the decision to move to get away from your parents you were scared to end up like your brother, they definitely had a way of manipulating people to get what they wanted, and you were scared they would try to push you just like they pushed him. What your brother never knew was that they were just as hard on you as they were on him, they always made you work harder and harder they always wanted you to do better to do more but you just wanted their love and to be told you were doing good but they only said it whenever your brother was around when he wasn't they hardly said a word always just saying you needed to do more. So, you finally had enough and moved away and you're trying to get over all that now you want to heal and feel whole again.

[writtenbyhollywood]

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[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy, from dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen to the garage, from the countertop where dishes topple over, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every tremor echoes in the walls. From the walls bouncing back the moans, to the cabinets trembling from the rhythm of hips, from the bedroom mirror reflecting every tense muscle and every trace of fingers, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking every surface—bodies, walls, and souls alike.

In every position, in every corner. Missionary with nails digging into your back, on top with hands gripping a throat, reverse cowgirl where the view alone drives you insane, doggy style with hips raised high, backwards, forwards, sideways, on the floor, on the table, pressed against the wall, on the couch where pillows are thrown to the ground. On the dining table that creaks under the weight, on the washing machine vibrating in sync with the movements, on the stairs where every thrust resonates like an echo.

Outside, where the cold air bites but the body burns. In the car, where windows fog up, and the sounds are muffled by honking horns. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, on the back of a truck where every move feels forbidden. In the airplane, where silent desperation and tension rise, in the train where the sound of wheels merges with shallow, gasping breaths. In a tent, where the fabric trembles under the pressure of the rhythm, in a cave where every moan is amplified by the echo.

Every inch of skin, every curve, every nerve pushed to its limit. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling from the tension, toes curling with every surge of pleasure. Breath quickened, shallow, broken by screams and moans that seem endless.

Moisture—on the sheets, on the floor, on bodies, on hands moving with reckless abandon. Saliva dripping, bodies shaking, tears streaming from overstimulation. Skin pulsating under touch, muscles tense to breaking, knees buckling under the weight of ecstasy. The walls shake with sound, the floor vibrates with energy, the air thick, electrified, so dense it feels like breathing is a challenge.

From walls to mirrors, from balconies to floors. Legs spread, hands tied, bodies synchronized in a rhythm that speeds up, slows down, explodes. Standing, lying, sideways, on the back, on the stomach, kneeling, with hips raised, with a hand tightening around a throat, with nails leaving trails on your back. By the window, where the outside world becomes an uninvited voyeur, in the elevator, where every sound reverberates, on the beach, where sand invades every crevice.

To the edge, to the point of losing all sense of reality. Moans so loud they seem to tear through the silence of the universe. Orgasms so deep they make you lose connection with the ground. Trembling legs, ringing ears, a pulsing heart that feels like it’s about to explode. The world blurs into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, every muscle giving out, every nerve vibrating, every breath an effort. And then again—and again. Until the very end, until everything inside you shatters into pieces, only to be reborn anew.

[fanficsformyfaves]

Now, You're Mine

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Possessive!Rhea, Breeding Kink, Hickeys (R Receiving), Choking (R Receiving), Cum-Filled Strap On (R Receiving), Bulge Kink, Mommy Kink

PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were hooking up on and off, but Rhea wanted her all to herself

A/N: Rhea's P.O.V. in Bold and Colored!

Flashback in Italics!

Texts in Bold and Colored!

Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!

THIS HAD ME GRIPPING THE SHEETS FOR REAL

Kinda toxic, but eh

RHEA'S P.O.V.

She was all I've ever wanted. From how beautiful she was, to her kind-hearted nature and quick wits, she was nothing short of perfection. I remember the day we met vividly.

I had just gotten done with my match and was grabbing a bite to eat with my friends.

"I'll take-"

"The chicken tenders", I say in unison with Fin and Priest.

The three of us laugh, as Dom shook his head.

"Typical", Priest mocked,

"Hey, I know what I like, alright?", Dom argued.

Snapping the menu closed and handing it back to the waiter.

"I'll be back", I say,

Dismissing myself and heading to the bathroom, but as I did, somebody walks out.

Time came to a sudden halt, as I took in just how beautiful she was. It was as if everyone else disappeared and we were the only people there.

She gives me a shy smile, before walking past me and heading back to her table. My eyes never leaving her, as she took her seat.

YOUR P.O.V.

I immediately walk back to my friends, trying hard to hide my flushed cheeks.

"You good?", Nikki questioned,

"Yeah", I hesitantly answered,

As my gaze fell upon her once more. I couldn't help it, even if I tried. Besides how breathtaking she was, there was just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the jet black hair or the tattoos that masked her hands, either way, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"What's got you all shy?", Brie questioned,

Taking me out of my head.

"What?"

She turns to try and see what I was looking at and immediately caught on.

"Oh, she's so your type"

"Dear God, please shut up", I pleaded,

"Who?"

It was now Naomi's turn to look and she also began teasing me.

"Oooh", she taunted,

Nudging me.

"Guys, come on. Let's not embarrass her", Nat ceased.

During the time of my friends poking fun at me, she looks over and sends another smile my way. If my heart wasn't racing out of my chest already, it surely was now.

Once we were done with our food and paid the bill, her table was also finishing up their dinner.

"Now's your chance, don't be shy", Nikki egged on,

"Nikki!", I warned in a whisper,

"Oh come on, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Um, she could hear me?"

"You're really gonna let her go?", she emphasized,

Pointing, when I smack her hand away.

"Keep your hand down!"

"Sorry", she whispered,

"I think you should go for it", Nat chimed in,

"Oh, not you too"

"(Y/N), you've got nothing to lose. She says no and then what?"

"And then I die of embarrassment"

Causing her eyes to roll.

"Look, nothing's gonna happen, if I don't talk to her"

"Exactly. Nothing's gonna happen if you don't talk to her, which I personally think is worse", she retorted.

I take a deep breath, slouching back against the booth chair, when I notice her table begin to gather their things.

"It's now or never, champ", Brie added on.

Was I terrified? Absolutely...but after battling with the anxious chill in the pit of my stomach, I ultimately got up and carefully made my way towards her.

Every step feeling like boulders strung at my feet.

Once I was less than a foot away, I clear my throat in an attempt to catch her attention. She turns around and somehow, she was even more breathtaking up close.

Her eyes reflecting baby blue skies in them, as her lips curled up into a grin.

"Hi", I greeted,

"Hello", she smiles down at me,

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but, I think you're...really beautiful", I struggled,

I knew my face had turned a bright red by the way she eyes my cheeks.

"Do you, now?", she challenged,

"Yeah", I chuckled nervously,

"Well", she began,

Taking my hand inro hers.

"I said the same thing to my mates earlier. You're quite the sight"

My heart was on the verge of giving out.

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um", I say,

Glancing back at my friends, who immediately turned away.

"It seems we have an audience"

"Don't mind them, they're just nosy", I reassured,

Making her laugh to herself.

"I'm not doing anything"

"Perfect", she said,

Gently leading me outside.

We head back to the hotel she was staying at and after letting my friends know where we went, she started up a movie for us.

Let's just say the movie had simply become background noise.

Since then, we'd been hooking up on and off, but in all honesty, I wanted more. Don't get me wrong, what we had was beyond my wildest imaginations, but I often caught myself daydreaming about being more than just 'friends'.

It didn't help, the fact that she fueled these delusions. Intentionally or not.

In those moments, post-sex, there would be a glimmer of softness that made me melt from the inside out. A contrasting difference from how she would usually treat me in bed.

Little gestures she'd do, like playing with my hair till I fell asleep or tracing mindless shapes onto my back. It all just added to the already burdensome weight in my chest.

The longer this went on, the harder it became to keep my feelings at bay. The harder it got to avoid the questions that plagued my mind.

Would she want that too? What if she didn't? Would she get upset and cut me off entirely? I could have all the time in the world and none of it would be enough to find a single answer.

I was planning to just keep my mouth shut and take this secret to my grave...until I heard about Liv. She was Rhea's tag team partner and at first, I didn't think anything of it, till I saw their backstage interview, where she kissed Rhea's cheek.

Alarms immediately went off in my head.

I knew she'd been sleeping up with other people, but to actually see her flirt with someone else was the wakeup call I needed.

I decided to keep my distance for a while and eventually, she caught on. For the last few weeks, I'd been responding less to her texts and have ignored her late night calls all together.

As much as I hated to admit it, I missed her, but I knew I had to hold my ground.

(SUNDAY)

Rhea: Hey

Seen at 5:06 pm

Rhea: I haven't seen you in a while, how's things been?

Seen at 5:25 pm

(MONDAY)

Me: Good, you?

Seen at 9:03 pm

Rhea: Pretty busy lately, aren't you?

Seen at 10:00 pm

But what I think finally made things click for Rhea was when I run into her at Dom's birthday party.

As it was being thrown at her house, I knew to come prepared, so I put on the dress I knew she liked and paired it with the perfect heels. Between my hair, makeup and outfit, I was undoubtedly sure to make some heads turn.

Not even a minute goes by, before Rhea spots me and makes a beeline toward where I stood.

"Ladies", she greets,

As they all nod, before heading inside. She eyes me up and down, before taking a few steps closer.

"(Y/N)", she grins.

I cross my arms over my chest, avoiding her daunting stare.

"Beautiful, as always"

"Thanks"

She goes in for a hug, when I simply brush past her, leaving Rhea undoubtedly confused. For the rest of the night, I stood by, watching my friends get wasted and have the time of their lives.

I, however, was too distracted by Rhea watching me from across the room. The slicked-back hair, the leather top that perfectly showcased her strong arms. I was intoxicated solely by staring at her.

Somewhere in the night, my friends had completely disappeared and I was left on the couch alone.

That was until Sonya took the vacant spot next to me.

"I don't like parties either", she spoke,

Finally ripping my gaze away from Rhea.

"Hey, Sonya"

"You know my name?", her eyebrows meet,

"Yeah, I saw your match with Nikki and John. They invited me to watch"

"Oh, cool, your Nikki's friend. I'm assuming you came with her and Brie?"

"Yup, but...", I say,

Quickly scanning the room.

"I have no idea where they went"

"Well, Brie's probably throwing up the drinks she chugged and Nikki's probably hooking up with Cena upstairs"

"Probably", I chuckled,

Sipping my cocktail.

"But, hey, at least you got me", she joked,

Playfully nudging me.

"At least", I agreed.

"I hope this isn't me coming on too strong, but would you like to dance?"

"Um..."

I go to look back at Rhea and it was almost as if she was trying to communicate with her eyes.

It was now my turn to have fun.

"I'd love to", I turn back to Sonya,

Grabbing her hand and leading her to the dancefloor.

RHEA'S P.O.V.

What the hell was Deville up to and why was (Y/N) reciprocating it? I knew she'd gone almost radio silent lately, but I didn't think it was this serious.

My blood boiled at the sight of Sonya twirling her around, as her eyes raked up and down (Y/N)'s body. Shamelessly staring at what was mine. I knew I had only myself to blame, but I couldn't help but seethe with anger. It should be me grabbing her hips that way. It should be me making her laugh like that.

Had I messed up by not owning up to how I really felt? Yes, but I wasn't going to lose her over that. She was everything I could ever want and I'd be a fool to just let her go.

Having had enough, I shove my drink into Priest's chest and made my way over to them.

"(Y/N). Deville", I address,

Interrupting their laughter.

"Hey, Ripley", Sonya replied,

As I respond with a sarcastic grin.

"I need to talk to you", I address (Y/N),

"I'm kind of in the middle of something-"

"(Y/N)", I cut off,

Causing her to be taken aback.

YOUR P.O.V.

I couldn't lie, the stern tone in her voice made my core ache and my knees go weak. I had no choice but to comply.

I follow her through the crowd and up the stairs, till we reach her bedroom at the end of the hall.

As we step inside, she closes the door behind her and leans against it.

"What do you want?", I questioned,

"Don't play dumb with me"

"I'm not", I egged on.

She scoffs, leaning off the door and taking a step towards me.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"I don't know...are we?"

I knew me challenging her was a risk, but it was one I was willing to take. I needed to know once and for all if this was something worth fighting for.

With a mischievous grin, she leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Do you really think Sonya, of all people, can treat you better than I can? Hm? Make you feel as good as I do?"

Her hands creep up to the small of my waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel my knees threatening to give out and was fighting so hard to stop it.

"Or was this all just to get my attention?"

She kisses up my neck and chewed on the lobe of my ear.

"You want me? You've got me"

Like I'd weighed nothing, she picks me up by thighs, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"All you had to do was say so"

She then carries me to bed and crawled atop me, kissing and licking up my legs.

"This dress. Fuck", she murmured against my thighs,

Before spreading them apart to discover my glistening core.

"I've barely started and you're already making a mess", she teased,

"Rhea", I whined,

"Yes, darling?"

"Please"

"Please what? You know I like to hear you say it"

I take in a deep breath, before finally locking eyes with her.

"Fuck me"

She smirks once more, before pulling away and walking over to her closet. I carefully observe her every move and once she was done digging through her clothes, she turns around, causing my stomach drops.

She's used straps on me before, but this one was...different.

"I've been saving this for something special, but of course you had to be a brat tonight", she says,

Stopping right before the bed.

"Take my clothes off", she ordered.

I crawl over to her, helping her out of her blazer, before unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her pants down.

Unbeknownst to me, she was already completely naked beneath her clothes. The sight of her exquisite body never failing to drive me crazy.

"My turn"

She pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.

"No underwear? God, you are a slut"

And without wasting another breath, she pulls me in by my waist, whilst wrapping her lips around my hardened buds.

Desperate moans and whines escaping me as she did so.

"You're so much nicer when Mami's got a hold of you, hm?"

She then pushes me onto my back, before spreading my legs and ripping my fishnets down the middle. She must've sensed my concern, by the way her eyes flickered up to me.

"I'll get you new ones", she reassured,

Before pulling back and securing the toy around her hips.

I was practically drooling from how good she looked. From her inked hand rubbing up and down the dildo, to her insatiable eyes eating me alive, I could've cum right then and there.

"I need you, Mami, please", I pleaded,

Tugging her lips up into a smirk.

"I know you do. Why else would you try so hard to get my attention?", she teased,

Licking the shell of my ear and sending a chill up my spine.

In a flash, she throws my legs around her waist, dragging me in closer, whilst rubbing the tip of the strap against my entrance.

"Let's see if you can keep up"

She thrusts into me in one swift motion, filling me up to the brim and causing a cry to escape past my lips.

Her pace was immediate and rough, like the hand she snaked up my body, before settling around my throat. It felt like I was being split apart in the best way possible. The mixture of the pleasure and pain already causing tears to blur my vision.

"You're fucking mine", she grunted against my shoulder,

"Yes, Mami!", I cried out,

Grabbing her wrist.

With each merciless thrust, my orgasm was nearing faster and faster and I knew it was only a matter of time, till I came undone in her grasp.

"Fuck!", I whined under my moans,

"You're doing so good for me", she licked up my throat,

Reaching down to rub vigorous circles on my clit and yanking a final scream out of me.

"Do it. Cum for Mami", she demanded.

The stars in my eyes were all I saw, before being pushed over the edge.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel her hand pull back to squeeze the base of the toy, causing it to spurt out ropes of warm sticky liquid all over my clenching walls.

I let out a surprised gasp, as Rhea chuckled against my neck. She looks back up and smashed her now-smudged lips against my own.

"Now, everyone here knows who you belong to", she teased.

My stomach dropped at the realization.

[mythos-writes]

Revenge

Rhea Ripley x Wrestler! Reader

Plot: With Rhea gone because of injury, leaving (Y/N) alone in the Judgement Day, and the new target for Liv Morgan. But when Rhea returns from injury, all is fair in love and war

Word Count: 914

Warnings: None, just an angry Rhea Ripley :)

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Since Rhea was sidelined after Wrestlemania, things slowly started to fall apart within Judgment Day. With Damian struggling to keep the group together, Finn and JD winning the Tag team belts was amazing. But having Dom running around and fooling around with Liv, was driving a spike deep into the heart of the Judgement Day. 

But the person taking Rhea’s absence the worst was (Y/N). Failing to get the women’s title after Rhea relinquished it, dealing with the group, and Liv bullying her was starting to get too much for her. The boys tried not to let Liv near her, but once Dom spent a lot of time with her, keeping her distance was getting harder. 

(Y/N) was getting ready for her match against her friend, Dakota Kai. Usually, Rhea would have come out with her, but because of the injury, she had been flying solo. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Damian’s voice booms in the small empty hallway. “Are you ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah. This has been one of the only places that Liv can’t find me to harass me,” she says, looking down at her boots. She never likes showing how much Liv affects her. 

Damian sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. He tries his best to get Liv away from her, and away from Dom, but he can only do so much. 

“Do you want me to accompany you to the ring tonight?” he asks. (Y/N)’s heart warms at the offer, missing someone in her corner for matches.  

“I think I’ll be fine. Thanks though. If I need you, I’ll send an arrow to the entrance,” she says while mimicking Damian's archer taunt. He lets out a breathy chuckle at her actions. 

“What are we laughing at?” Liv’s voice breaks their moment. 

“Um, nothing important,” (Y/N) says, becoming shy—Damian moves to protect her from the Women’s champion. 

“I was just talking to her before her match, which is next so if you excuse us,” Damian says, grabbing (Y/N) wrist and pushing their way past Liv. Once they got out of the hallway and away from Liv, she let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks, Damian,” she mumbles as they walk towards the gorilla.

“You know I got you,” he says while pulling her into his chest. 

“(Y/R/N) and Dakota Kai to the gorilla. Match in 2 minutes,” The voice calls out over speakers. 

“You ready?” He asks. She sends him a smile. 

“I’m ready. But the question is are they ready for me?” 

“Yes,” Dakota replies, getting a chuckle from the two members of TJD. Dakota’s music blasts as she leaves the gorilla. 

Damian places his hands on her shoulders, grounding her again. Damian has stepped up a lot to be there for (Y/N) since her girlfriend has been out. Rhea has also been in constant contact because she knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have been 100% honest with her. After all, (Y/N) wouldn’t want her to come rushing back when she wasn’t ready. 

“You got this,” Damian reassures her before her music hits. She sends him one last smile, taking a deep breath, before walking through the curtain and out to the waiting crowd. (Y/N)  rocking black pleather shorts with a leather garter belt. Her top was a simple pleather wrestling top with a cut-up Judgement Day shirt over it. She made her way to the ring, ready to get this small match over with. 

Once the bell rings, (Y/N) was dominating the match. They had some good back and forths but (Y/N) keeps the upper hand. She could hear the growing noise coming from ringside, but she chose to ignore the noise. (Y/N) hits her finisher (a version of the Walls of Jericho), securing her win. Dakota rolls out of the ring, refs making sure she is ok.

As she was processing the win, something hard hit her in the back of the head. (Y/N) is looking up to the rafters and Liv Morgan’s face comes into her view. Liv gives her an overly ‘friendly’ wave. (Y/N) slowly rolls off of her back, still holding her head.

As (Y/N) slowly gets up, Liv grabs a steel chair and is ready to lay a beating on her. When Demons in your Dreams belt out through the arena. The crowd cheers, Liv and (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. Liv scampers out of the ring like her life depends on it while Rhea charges the ring, wanting to get her hands on her placeholder. 

Rhea made sure that Liv was nowhere close to the ring before she turns her full attention to (Y/N).

“Rhea?” (Y/N) questions. Rhea moves her hair out of her face, getting a better look at her girlfriend.

“I’m here love,” she replies. Refs came over to see if extra assistance was needed.

“I thought you were still out?”

“I’m not 100% clear but I couldn’t sit at home anymore and watch you get hurt at the hands of her,” Rhea was still enraged at what had been happening. “I’m also gonna have a chat with a certain Dirty Dom after getting you to the medics,” she says while helping (Y/N) out of the ring.

“I’m happy you’re back,” she whispers for only Rhea to hear. She smiles down to her partner and places a kiss on her forehead.

“Me too babe. Me too.”

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Jey Uso ♡ f!Reader ♡ Rhea Ripley ➔ Summary — Jey and his girlfriend get the surprise of their lives when Rhea decides to join them. ➔ Word Count — 2.9k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Threesome (m ♡ f, f ♡ f, m ♡ f ♡ f), oral m and f receiving, thigh-riding, sex, cum, dirty talk, marijuana, alcohol 18+ ➔ Notes — Since there are two women involved, it’s difficult to leave the Reader nameless, so I’m just gonna call her Baby. ➔ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ➔ Requested By — @tori143da. Hope you enjoy! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST

The drinks were flowing, a few joints were passed around, and the party was in full swing to celebrate Jey’s championship win. His girlfriend, Baby, of course, was on his lap, arm around his shoulders, favorite drink in hand, pink Yeet sunglasses shielding her bleary eyes, taking the scene in around her. Rhea was on the other side of Jey, just over the fence of buzzed, giggling at something Damian, who was sitting on the floor beside her, spliff in hand, said. Various superstars were sprinkled throughout the moderately sized hotel room, making the space seem that much smaller, the air that much thicker, and the tension that much more palpable. She knew she and Jey would fuck before the night was over, and she’d bet her lunch money that he’d want to wear the title while they did it, which was perfectly fine with her, considering how incredibly fine her boyfriend looked wearing that belt. Especially with the new blue embellishments. 

But as often as she was checking out Jey, her eyes couldn’t help but drift to Rhea. The raven-haired beauty was often a topic of conversation between the couple, and just as often, an aphrodisiac of sorts, since seeing her in painted-on leggings or barely-there ring gear sent the couple’s libido into overdrive. They talked about her while they fucked—Jey fucking his girlfriend while Rhea rode her face was a popular fantasy, and a close second was having the women make out around Jey’s cock. But really, anything involving Rhea Ripley was enough to make them both cum all over each other.

Baby took a moment to appreciate the beautiful fantasy that was lying between Rhea’s brawny thighs and licking her into oblivion, and when she came back to herself and the hotel room and Jey’s lap, she realized that not only had she been staring at Rhea, but Rhea had noticed, and was staring right back. She licked those thick, perfect lips that she’d recently cleared of all makeup, and winked. She winked, and Baby nearly fell to the floor. Rhea nodded, and it was like she was a tractor beam, drawing the other woman to her like a magnet as she slid off Jey’s lap and onto Rhea’s. Her boyfriend’s hands held tight to her waist until he figured out exactly where she was going, and then he relinquished his grip. The people who noticed whooped and hollered, but the women paid them no mind. Rhea wrapped an arm around Baby’s waist, cradling the smaller woman’s face, long nails tickling her cheek. Baby delicately pressed their lips together, testing the waters, and Rhea responded with vigor, deepening the kiss, hand slipping from Baby’s cheek to the back of her head, grip tightening on her hip.

“Damn, girl,” Jey growled into her ear, and she moaned into Rhea’s mouth. “Want me to kick ‘em out?”

She and Rhea opened their eyes at the same time, pausing their kiss to grin at each other, and they nodded in unison. Jey was up immediately, herding their guests to the door, letting them know they didn’t have to go back to their rooms, but they had to get the hell out of this one. Damian took a moment to have a private conversation with Jey, and Baby could only guess he was asking to stay and watch. She couldn’t blame him—he’d watched she and Jey fuck before while he jerked off in the chair across the room. But Jey turned him down without discussing it with either woman, and the smiles and relaxation that swept over them told him he’d made the right decision.

He returned to his original seat after removing his shirt and grabbing the Intercontinental title from the bed so he could then strap it around his waist. “Why don’t y’all come over here?” he asked. “I promise y’all keep kissin’.”

The women snickered, kissing just a moment longer before turning to Jey. They crawled over to him, each straddling a thigh, and Jey’s widened eyes were almost comical. Rhea and Baby seemed to be feeding off one another already as they leaned forward to kiss his cheek, down his jaw and to his neck where their kisses and licks were more out of sync and therefore more stimulating. Jey thrust his hips at the air as he turned his head to kiss his girlfriend, their tongues doing most of the work, and her own hips started to grind on his meaty thigh. Rhea moaned at the display, sucking on Jey’s neck, and everybody felt when her hips gyrated.

“Come here, come here,” Jey mumbled, clutching the women’s chins gently as he directed all three of their tongues to meet in the middle. Baby whined, Rhea purred, and Jey chuckled. “Fuck yeah,” he said, gently separating them and urging them to continue kissing. “Now ride these thighs.”

The women’s tongues collided before their lips, and as the kiss intensified, their hips naturally, and slowly at first, rocked back and forth. Jey’s hands were all over both of them, ultimately fondling their breasts where he discovered both of Rhea’s nipples were pierced. “Oh, my god,” Jey gushed, “touch ‘em, Baby. Knew they was pierced.”

Rhea and Baby giggled.

“You didn’t think they were?” Rhea asked her.

“Honestly, if I sat down and started thinking about what you have pierced and where, I would never get back up again,” Baby said, blushing. Rhea smiled, taking Baby’s hands in hers so she could situate them on her breasts, pressing the palms of her hands against the bars piercing her nipples. “Fuck,” Baby whispered, squeezing, groping, circling a fingertip around a permanently hard nipple. “You have no idea how long I’ve—” She glanced at Jey, and he removed the Yeet sunglasses from her face to place them on his own, pushing them up his nose with his index finger, oozing sexual prowess by doing the simplest—sometimes nerdiest—things. “—we’ve,” she corrected, “been waiting so fucking long for this. For you.” She leaned forward, peppering kisses all along Rhea’s jawline, carefully tugging on her nipples, smirking at the moan escaping Rhea’s perfect mouth.

“How long?” Rhea quietly asked.

“A long time,” Baby replied. “The night you won the title … the party after Priest won his … Jey and I been trying to land you for a while.”

“Aww, you’ve been pining after me,” Rhea teased, winking at Jey.

“We didn’t wanna put no pressure on you,” Jey said. “She tried to seduce you,” he pointed at Baby, “I tried to seduce you,” he gestured to himself. “But you just wasn’t havin’ it.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Rhea uttered.

“That’s right,” Jey said proudly, a hand on each of their hips. “But what I really wanna know is … why y’all stop ridin’ my thighs, huh?”

The women shared a uniformly diabolical grin, and they positioned their hands on his chest, Jey’s girlfriend clutching the title at his waist, and they resumed rocking and rolling their hips on his muscular thighs. The champion encouraged them, telling them how sexy they looked, suggesting they kiss, and ultimately he brought each of them to him for a sweeping smooch.

“You know where else I want these tongues?” he whispered to one and then looked at the other.

The women glanced at each other. “He is the champion,” Rhea said, eyes sliding back to Jey. “The champion should always get everything he wants.”

Baby breathed a laugh as she nuzzled Rhea’s cheek. “The champion should be worshiped,” she breathed, sucking Rhea’s earlobe into her hot mouth.

“Absolutely,” the Aussie agreed, and Baby applied gentle pressure to the back of her neck, mere encouragement, and Rhea went the rest of the way to meet Jey’s lips once more. His girlfriend gasped, having imagined this scene plenty of times, but she’d never anticipated it being so fucking hot. She could see their tongues slithering together and she felt a gush between her legs, and she didn’t want to be the first one to cum. She slid down Jey’s leg until her knees met the carpet, her jaw not too far behind as she now had a front row seat to Rhea’s flawless ass, the toned muscles bouncing with each flex. As this was Jey’s night, she chose to let him direct, and what he wanted was their tongues.

Baby unleashed Jey’s still-hardening cock, mouth instantly filling with saliva like Yogi Bear sniffing out a picnic basket. As Jey and Rhea continued kissing and Rhea continued riding his thigh, Baby engulfed Jey’s cock in her searing mouth without warning. He thrust intuitively, gagging her, and she snickered at his neediness, the laugh dying in her throat when she saw that Jey had lifted Rhea’s shirt, her pierced tits on display for the first time. His fingers were swiping back and forth across the bars, Rhea’s hips picking up speed, and Baby knew what was about to happen before Jey did—he lunged at her breast, sucking the jewelry into his mouth, and Rhea threw her head back, crying out. Snaking a hand inside her leggings and panties, Baby’s fingers delved within her aching folds, moaning around Jey’s dick as she applied gentle pressure to the little nub.

Rhea made her way down Jey’s body, both women squeezing between his legs, and this was the moment he chose to remove the sunglasses. Baby showed Rhea the position Jey usually liked her in when she was sucking him off—on her hands and knees, back arched, no hands, only mouth. Rhea recreated everything, down to the enchanted grin on her plump lips, and Jey scrubbed his hands over his face, shaking his head. The women waited for him to peek through his fingers before they attacked his rigid, weeping cock with lips and tongues, nibbles and sucks, and the noises Jey was making Baby had never heard before.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, hands on the back of their heads, and he held their mouths in place, watching with bared teeth and a gleaming grill as their lips smacked around the head of his dick. “Alright, give me them hands,” he growled, “gotta give this title some love. Keep suckin’, though. Don’t ever stop suckin’.”

Rhea and Baby laughed, each lifting a hand to clutch the gold and blue belt, their mouths continuing to work him over. Rhea took his dick in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and Baby lowered her body so she could suck and lick at the underside of his cock. She lifted his balls from his pants, slurping each of them, flicking her tongue along the soft skin. Her eyes rose after several minutes of adoration, pleading silently to Jey as she cast her eyes at Rhea. He caressed her cheek, his cock all but resting on her face as Rhea never stopped sucking above her, just as he’d ordered.

“You want that pussy, don’t you?” Jey growled.

“So fucking bad,” Baby whimpered, desperately licking every inch of his cock her tongue could reach.

Jey granted her request, allowing them to remove their mouths from his dick, but they had to crawl across the floor to get to the bed. Baby in leggings, and Rhea in spandex shorts, Jey groaned and hollered watching them obey him, and he remained on the couch as Baby helped Rhea onto her back on the mattress, head on the pillows. It was finally her turn to pull a pierced nipple into her mouth, she and Rhea combining to make noises that would rival any pornographic film. Baby made her way down Rhea’s sculpted, tattooed body, struggling a bit to get her shorts over her ass as she pulled them down and off. No panties, and Baby thought she died for a moment. 

“God, you’re perfect,” Baby extolled, hands gliding up Rhea’s smooth legs, her inner thighs, applying gentle pressure, allowing the former world champion to spread her legs on her own.

Rhea giggled, her own hand slipping down her body, middle finger dipping into her soaking pussy. Her bright eyes were mere slits as she watched Baby watch her touch herself for a long moment before reaching out to Baby with her drenched fingers. Baby sucked them into her mouth, licking every bit of Rhea’s juices, at the same time wiggling her own digits inside Rhea’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Rhea cried out, eyes closing, back bowing. Her fingers fell from Baby’s mouth so she could massage her breasts, pulling at the bars through her nipples.

Baby glanced over her shoulder at Jey. Dick in hand, he was jerking furiously, and she couldn’t believe he’d held back this long without joining them. She winked at him, he blew her a kiss, and the moment she returned her attention to the beautiful woman with her legs spread, delicious, wet pussy on display, she covered Rhea’s entire cunt with her mouth and sucked. Rhea groaned, Baby’s tongue writing her name in her pussy, and she had to grip her thighs to keep them separated, lest she be choked to death.

Baby’s brows rose and her eyes lifted when she felt a new weight on the mattress. Jey was crawling across the bed on his knees, still clutching his stiff cock, and he placed his other hand on Rhea’s head. Her eyes opened, instantly zeroing in on his erection, and her jaw dropped, accepting him into her mouth again. Baby stared as Jey pumped in and out of Rhea’s mouth, slurping her slick at the same time, and she reached between her legs once again to provide herself some relief. She was more of a giver, but sometimes—like when Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso were in her bed at the same time—she needed a little attention too.

“Don’t you worry that beautiful brain,” Jey said to her. “Soon as you make this girl cum, I’m’a fuck that pussy.” He looked down at Rhea. Her cheeks were pink and collapsed as her mouth created a vacuum around his dick, eyes closed, and she was tugging at her nipples. When she heard him speak, those sparkling eyes unlocked and she smiled, mouth still full. “And then she gonna make you cum again,” he promised.

It wasn’t much longer before Rhea was writhing, virtually sobbing, and flooding Baby’s mouth with her succulent juices. Jey pulled his cock from Rhea’s mouth and changed everyone’s position. Baby removed her clothes and lay on her back, legs open. Rhea guided Jey’s cock inside her dripping pussy. There were three of them, but as soon as her boyfriend was fucking her, Baby had to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips to his. They both loved to fuck other people, but they loved to fuck each other more. 

“I can taste her fuckin’ cum in your mouth,” he growled, shoving his tongue back for more tastes.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she mumbled against his lips.

Baby laid back on the bed, breasts bouncing with each thrust from Jey, and Rhea struggled for a moment to catch one in her mouth. The girls giggled, sharing a few kisses, and they heard Jey inhale deeply through his nostrils. They both looked at him, their smiles fading as his muscles flexed, as the gold and blue on the title still around his waist reflected the light around them. His hands were at the backs of Baby’s knees, holding her legs open as he fucked her, and Rhea started to move. She straddled Baby’s face, leisurely lowering her pussy onto her mouth, and took hold of her legs from Jey. 

“Now fuck her,” Rhea purred, “so I can watch.”

Baby groaned, gorging on Rhea’s pretty pussy, hips rolling with Jey’s rhythm to get his cock deeper inside her. Despite the slurping sounds she was making, she was able to hear the smacking from Rhea and Jey’s lips. His pounding sped up, the bed now rocking against the wall, and Rhea began to grind on Baby’s face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” Rhea moaned. Baby clutched her hips and her mouth kicked into overdrive.

“Fuck yeah,” Jey breathed. “Cum all over my girl face. She love that shit.” Baby whined, body squirming, her own orgasm culminating deep within her. She could swear he was in her stomach, drawing a moan from her each time he hammered into her.

“Baby, shit,” Rhea howled, and the woman under her was gifted another stream of her cum, just as tasty, even not more so, as the first time.

Rhea quivering above her, coating the bottom half of her face with her essence, combined with Jey’s now inconsistent pummeling, Baby clenched around Jey’s pulsating cock and came. Her screams were muffled by Rhea’s pussy as she couldn’t help but continue to eat as she rode out her orgasm, and her boyfriend’s thrusts began to stutter moments before he pulled out.

“Come here,” he panted, “bring your pretty faces down here.”

The women maneuvered their bodies into position—lying on their backs next to each other, heads nearly hanging off the bed—as Jey jerked his drenched dick. He stepped forward, and Baby’s tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick at his balls. Rhea followed, and Jey roared before dropping string after string of cum onto each woman’s face. Before he was even finished unloading, Rhea and Baby were lapping his cum off each other’s cheeks and lips and noses and foreheads.

“Holy fuck,” Jey rasped, falling back onto the couch. “Y’all bout to give me a damn heart attack.”

[ashwhowrites]

WWE request!

Rhea Ripley x female reader (the reader is girly and opposite of dark Rhea )

Liv is trying to steal the reader ( like how she does with Dom ) but the reader would never because she loves her girlfriend. But just some good Rhea being jealous

First time writing for the WWE universe!! It was fun and I love my girl Rhea ❤️

Don't get greedy

Liv was on her revenge tour and wanted to take everything Rhea loved away from her. It started with the judgment day, and next was her championship. Rhea figured that was the end, but Liv wasn't done there.

Liv danced around with gold around her waist, taunting Rhea backstage. Rhea shrugged it off; she knew she would win the title back. And the judgment day? All Rhea lost was a fake family.

Rhea didn't care how much she lost because she still had her girlfriend, Y/N. She was all Rhea truly needed. Which didn't go unnoticed by Liv. Her blue eyes watched Y/N's every movement, learning her routine. She tried to remain unseen, needing to steal Y/N right under Rhea's nose.

Before hatred took over, Rhea, Liv, and Y/N were all very close. All great friends before Rhea and Y/N began developing feelings for each other. Liv always had a slight crush on Y/N and was upset that Rhea won her over. Rhea was dark, tall, and intimidating, she was the opposite of Y/N. Liv was slightly darker than Rhea; she knew how to be a girly girl, and she matched Y/N's personality. In a way, Liv was jealous of Rhea because Y/N was the one thing that Liv couldn't easily steal.

Liv's crush never went away, instead, it haunted her every second. She couldn't see the couple without anger, jealousy, and hurt filling her to the brim.

~~~

"Truthfully, I don't think we need Y/N part of the judgment day. You've got us, and you've got the title, Liv. I think you've done it all." Finn explained, his accent thick but Liv didn't bother to listen.

She rolled her eyes, popping her gum as she turned to him with a giant smile. "Finn, whose revenge tour is it? Finn's? No, I don't think so!" She clapped, her face turning emotionless as she looked up at him. "It's my revenge tour and I'll decide when I'm done."

Liv marched off with her title, leaving the judgment day behind as she ran into the hall. Her body smashed into another as she turned the corner. Before she fell to the floor, a strong grip yanked her back up.

"You okay?"

Liv blushed as Y/N stood there, holding her up. Liv melted into her arms, a smile naturally reaching her face.

"Yeah, just... nothing!" Liv shrugged. Y/N softly removed her hands, worriedly looking at the small blonde.

"You sure?"

Before Liv could answer, Rhea's heavy boots echoed towards them. An inked arm was thrown over Y/N, and Liv felt a disturbance in her stomach.

"Ready, love?" Rhea's deep and thick accent was meant for Y/N but Rhea kept her eyes on Liv.

"Yeah, let's go," Y/N said, giving Liv a small smile before the two walked off, hand in hand.

Liv was not going to let Rhea win ever again.

~~~

At the next RAW taping, Rhea wasn't scheduled but Y/N was. Rhea wasn't feeling the best and stayed behind at the hotel to rest. With the promise, that she'll watch her girlfriend's match.

Word that Rhea wasn't around met Liv's ears quickly. A plan already forming in her head as the show began.

~

Liv waited for Y/N's segment, watching as she stood with Cathy as they did a small interview. Liv thought back to the days when there wasn't tension between anyone and she wished the feud hadn't started in the first place.

Liv made her presence known as she skipped her way into the interview, pushing Cathy aside. "Hi, I just wanted to wish you good luck on your match, not that you ever need it. And might I say," Liv said, her eyes running up and down Y/N's body in her gear, "You look sexy tonight," a glittery wink was sent to Y/N as Liv walked off. Y/N stood in shock as Liv's hips swayed until she disappeared.

"What was that?" Cathy asked

"I have no idea"

~

Rhea was blowing up Y/N's phone as she watched RAW. The tiny moment with Liv sent Rhea's blood on fire. She didn't care how sick she felt, she was going to put Liv in her place.

Y/N was stretching for her match, with no idea her girlfriend was marching to the arena with a snarl. Her music hit and she made her way down to the ring. Half-way through her match she noticed Liv making her way down the ramp.

Y/N kept a watchful eye on her the best she could as she kept focus on her match. Liv walked around the ring, skipping and not bothering to look at Y/N.

The taunting got too much and Y/N ended up flat on the mat as the bell rang. She held her head as it began to pound, before she could roll out of the ring a body straddled her.

Y/N looked up in shock as Liv smiled down at her, her long hair framed around their faces blocking out the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked, moving her hands to Liv's hips to shift her off but Liv kept herself planted. She leaned down, almost like she was planning to plant her lips on hers.

Before Liv could say a single word, Rhea's music blared through the arena and Liv was fast to jump off. But she wasn't fast enough. Y/N sat up as Rhea chased Liv to the barrier, grabbing Liv's hips and tossing her straight to the floor.

Y/N quickly rolled out of the ring but Rhea was already manhandling Liv. She was punching, kicking, and tossing Liv around like a rag doll. Liv barely could fight back, screaming for help.

"Rhea!" Y/N called, trying her best to pull her girlfriend off of Liv. "Calm down."

"Stay away from her, Liv!" Rhea demanded as she dropped Liv back on the floor, glaring. "You got what you needed, don't get greedy."

Medics came to help Liv and Y/N used the distraction to pull Rhea away. Rhea allowed Y/N to drag her to the back and into the locker room.

"I thought you were sick!" Y/N said as she crossed her arms. Rhea clicked the lock on the door, making Y/N perk up.

"I was," Rhea started, turning around. "But I wasn't going to sit and watch Liv trying to move in on what's mine." Her raspy voice made Y/N shiver as she walked closer.

"So let me remind you who you belong to," Rhea said as she slid her hand around Y/N's neck.

[kittyykattxoxo]

late night devil put your hands on me (part 2)

pairing : rhea ripley x fem!reader

summary : you and rhea became quick friends after you joined the wwe, opting to travel and train together, but along the way you developed feelings for the eradicator. after a mix up with your reservation that leaves you without a room, rhea offers to let you stay with her. will you be able to survive the night? who knows.

word count : 1514

content warning : oral, fingering, dom!rhea, sub!reader

tag list : @starrycherie @rheasxriptide

By the time Rhea pulled away again, you were both completely breathless. You stared up into her stormy blue eyes, still willing yourself to believe that this was actually happening. That all those days of craving and wanting Rhea and convincing yourself that you’d never be more than friends was all a complete lie you’d made up in your brain because you were scared. 

“Don’t get too caught up in that pretty little head of yours, because I’m nowhere close to finished with you” Rhea purred, pulling you out of your head and back to reality.

Her lips were on yours again with zero restraint or hesitation. Rhea kissed you deeply, her tongue sweeping into your mouth and claiming you with slow, deliberate strokes, the cool metal of her piercing teasing your warm mouth. You whimpered into the kiss, your hands tangling in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. Rhea groaned softly in response, the sound vibrating in her chest. Her hands began roaming your body again with a newfound confidence, dragging her fingers over the curve of your waist, your hips and your thighs. 

Without breaking the kiss, she slid one leg between yours, the firm press of her thigh against your core making you gasp softly into her mouth. She smirked against your lips, clearly enjoying the way your hips bucked involuntarily against her. “Mmm so eager already,” she teased, her voice low and dripping with desire. She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her tongue running teasingly over her bottom lip. Her dark eyes raked over you, heavy with lust. “I’ve barely even touched you, baby.” You whimpered softly in reply, your fingers tightening in her dark hair. “Then touch me, please” you pleaded breathlessly. Her smirk widened, her eyes flashing with something darker - something hungrier. She pressed her thigh more firmly between your legs, rocking against you just enough to make you squirm. “Oh I plan to,” she purred. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly slid down your body, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. Rhea took her time, her pierced tongue flicking out to taste your skin and tease you with the cool metal, her teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive spots, making you shiver beneath her. Slowly she kissed her way lower, her lips and tongue trailing over the swell of your breast, her teeth lightly scraping the skin. You arched into her touch, your breath hitching as her mouth closed around your nipple, sucking softly. “Fuck,” you gasped, trying to arch more into her mouth, wanting even more than she was already giving you. She chuckled darkly against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. She lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them with her tongue. She would flick it slowly, continuously teasing you with her tongue piercing, before closing her lips around your nipple again, sucking just hard enough to make you whimper. You were so focused on what her mouth was doing that you barely noticed her free hand trailing lower, splaying over your stomach, until it slipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. She paused for a moment then, lifting her head slightly so that you could meet her gaze, giving you the chance to stop her. “Do you want this?” she asked, her voice low and rough with need. You swallowed hard, your body trembling beneath her. “God, yes, please Rhea” you breathed, barely able to get the words out. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and without another word, she slid her hand lower. Her fingers slipped between your thighs, brushing lightly over your core before she groaned softly, her eyes darkening. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. You let out a shaky breath, your hips instinctively bucking against her hand, silently begging for more. She obliged, sliding her fingers through your slick folds, teasing you with slow, languid strokes. Rhea lowered her mouth to your stomach, kissing and nipping softly at your skin as her fingers continued their torturous exploration. She took her time, deliberately avoiding your most sensitive spot, driving you wild with frustration. “Rhea…please,” you whimpered, begging for more as your hips moved against her hand, chasing friction. She smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart beneath her. “So needy,” she teased, her breath hot against your stomach. “I love it.” Finally, however, she decided to stop torturing you, slipping two fingers inside of you slowly and deliberately. You moaned softly in response, your body arching into her touch. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile against your skin. “Mmm fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, you needy girl,” she groaned, her voice rough and raw. She thrust her fingers slowly at first, curling them slightly with each stroke, pressing them along your inner walls. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your legs trembling slightly as she found the perfect rhythm - slow and deep, drawing out every sound she could coax from your lips. But she wasn’t done there.

Rhea kissed her way lower, her lips trailing over your hips before she gently nipped at the skin there. She slid her fingers out of you, causing you to whine, but then she hooked them into the waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs. She discarded them as carelessly as she had your top, her eyes taking in your now exposed body with unrestrained hunger.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” she praised, biting her bottom lip.

Lowering herself between your thighs, Rhea’s stormy blue eyes locked onto yours, making sure you were watching her every movement. She kissed the inside of your thigh, her lips soft and slow, before lightly dragging her teeth against the sensitive skin, making you whimper.

“Relax, baby,” she purred, her voice low and velvety. “Let me take care of you.”

And then suddenly her mouth was on you.

You let out a sharp gasp as her tongue dragged through your folds, slow and deliberate. She groaned softly against you, savoring your sweet taste, her grip tightening slightly on your thighs as she held you in place.

Her tongue moved in slow, torturous circles, teasing and tasting. She was in no rush, clearly savoring the way your body trembled beneath her.

“Rhea…oh god,” you moaned, your fingers moving to tangle in her hair, tugging softly.

She hummed softly against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you, before her tongue flicked over your clit, slowly at first, but then with more pressure, making you cry out softly.

Adding more fuel to the growing fire in your core, Rhea slipped her fingers back inside of you, her mouth and fingers beginning to work in tandem. Her fingers moved with slow, deliberate strokes, curling perfectly with each thrust. She quickened her pace slightly, adding just enough pressure to make your hips buck against her mouth.

Rhea moaned softly against you, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart beneath her. “You taste so fucking good,” she rasped, her voice thick with desire before her mouth was on you again.

Her tongue pressed firmly against you, moving in slow, languid circles. She alternated between sucking softly and flicking her tongue in quick, teasing strokes, building the pressure slowly.

You were trembling beneath her at this point, your thighs quivering slightly, your hands fisting in her hair, tugging desperately as the tension in your core tightened.

“Please…don’t stop,” you whimpered breathily, your voice shaking slightly.

She replied with a groan, her fingers beginning to move faster inside of you, her tongue working you with more fervor. The pressure began building higher and higher, the coil in your stomach tightening unbearably.

She glanced up at you and you met her gaze, her eyes dark and hooded, watching you fall apart beneath her. Seeing the way she was looking at you was enough alone to push you over the edge.

You cried out softly, your body tensing as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your hips rocking against her mouth. Rhea didn’t stop either, her tongue and fingers carrying you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were trembling and gasping beneath her.

Only when your thighs trembled from the aftershocks did she finally slow, moving to press gentle, lingering kisses against your inner thighs. She slowly withdrew her fingers, making sure you were watching as she brought each individual digit to her lips and licked them clean with a satisfied smirk.

You remained breathless, your chest heaving, when she crawled back up your body and pressed her lips to yours, making sure that you tasted yourself on her tongue. You cupped her face, kissing her deeply, still shaking slightly in her arms - you’d never had someone make you cum that hard before.

“Holy shit,” you whispered against her lips, causing her to chuckle, though quickly a wicked grin settled on her lips. “I’m not done with you yet, baby” she purred, her lips moving to brush against your jaw. “Not even close.”

[raya-hunter01]

Who am I?

One-shot

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

Word Count: 1,153

Warning: Smut!

Jey Uso shows Rhea Ripley what it's like to be his woman.....

“Who am I?” Jey’s smooth baritone voice groaned against my ear as I clawed at the sheets. “Papi!” I moaned in ecstasy as he bent me to his will for the fourth time tonight.

“Mmhm… Dat’s right, it’s Papi, Ree…..I’m your Papi now.”

“Jey, I can’t take it,” I whined as he nibbled on my ear, never stopping his thrusts. “Yes, you can, let Papi help you.  Be a good girl and arch dat back like I showed you earlier.”

Not needing to be told twice I did as instructed, almost collapsing onto my stomach as he went deeper.

“Oh! Shit, Jey,” I moaned, looking back at him. He felt so good, I had to look back at him. This had to be a dream, we really were here in this moment together, right now.

“Yea, look at me beautiful.  Damn, I wish the world could see you now. You doin’ so good and look so beautiful takin’ dis’ dick,” Jey moaned never stopping his powerful thrusts.

“Jey.. Jey, mmm, please don’t stop,” I begged not caring how desperate it sounded as he growled.

“You wit a real one now Rhea, you ain’t gotta beg…I got you, Ma. I know what you need.”

“Umh! Give it to me!” I cried beginning to grind against him as he groaned. His grip on my hips tightened as we moved in sync. “Uh huh, that’s it…You takin’ it so good…Fuck.”

“Yes! Yes! I love takin’ it Papi!” I screamed as Jey began thrusting even harder. “Fuck, I feel it comin’, gon’ give me what I want baby,” he cooed in my ear as my legs began to quiver and I felt like I had to pee.

“Mmm, wait… I need to go to the bathroom, Jey,” I moaned as he grasped my throat. The look of pure hunger, determination, and confidence made my heart race even more. “No, you don’t Ma, you think you do, but you don’t.”

“Uh!...Y- yes, I do,” I moaned as he smirked against my lips. “Breathe, Ree..Let it happen baby. Don’t be scared, I got you.”

 The certainty in his voice overtaking my mind, body, and soul as I tried to fight it. I had never experienced this before. I moaned incoherently, feeling myself outside my body as Jey used his other arm to pull me closer.  “Oouu…Jey, I- I-I -”

“ I stopped earlier, but I ain’t stoppin’ this time Rhea, you hear me?,” Jey whispered taking me in a searing kiss as I whined. I was a mess…What the hell was he doing to me?

Suddenly I gasped against his lips, as I felt myself losing control of my body. “Yea…That’s my girl, you love Daddy talking you through it don’t you?”

“Yes! Talk me through it, please Papi,” I pleaded not caring who heard me through the thin hotel walls.

What is wrong with me? I am Rhea bloody Ripley; I don’t do this. My mind was screaming but he had me under his spell, truly captivated.

“Papi’s right here wit you, relax and breathe Mami. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, I told you dat.”

“Mmh! I know!” I cried as he nibbled on my earlobe. “Then cum for Papi babygirl…Let go for me,” he whispered, as I felt the room spinning. His grip nor thrust ever faltered as he held me tight.  “Jey! Fuck!” I gasped, my pussy pulsing around him.

“Mhm….Yea, dis’ yo’ dick now, Rhea.” His declaration sending chills down my spine. There is no way after tonight we could ever go back to being just friends.

A sudden slap to my ass brought me outta my fog and back to the matter at hand.. My fine ass best friend was knee deep in my pussy.

“Mm,Jey.”

“Tell me you know it’s yours, or I’ll stop.”

“Uh! Fuck! I-…I-I know….It’s my dick now!” I cried at his mercy as he chuckled. “And you love yo’ dick don’t you?”

“Yes, Mhm.. Yes!” I whined, thrilling him to no end as he continued to talk his shit seemingly getting harder by the second.

 “Rhee, tell Papi thank you for dickin’ you down so fuckin’ good, Mami.”

“Thank you, Papi! ” I squealed as he went deeper, a primal growl escaping his beautiful lips.

“This pussy belongs to me now… You all mine now, and I don’t share Rhea.” His declarations and his animalistic thrusts driving me insane, my breath coming in short desperate pants.

“Ooou, I’m yours and I ain’t goin’ nowhere, “I cried, my voice hoarse from my begging… “I ain’t either baby, now let go for me,” he whispered.

“J-J—Jey!” I screamed in ecstasy; my body welcomed a release so great I swear I saw heaven as I soaked both of us and the sheets.

A release so great it triggered Jey to fall into his own release with a strangled growl.

“Yea, that's what I’m talkin’ bout..Fuck, Ree get dis nut Ma, you deserve it.” He moaned as his sweet release mixed with mine, coating my welcoming walls.

 It seemed like hours had passed, but it was only a few minutes as I tried to catch my brain up to the events of tonight in general. The unexplainable pleasure, I had experienced all night courtesy of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso… And trust me, he is the main event.

“What you thinkin’ Rhee?” he asked gently kissing my shoulder as I sighed melting further into his comforting embrace.

 “What are we doing, Jey?” I asked as he caressed my face trying to soothe my nerves.

“Something we both wanted, and as single people have nothing to apologize for.”

 I can’t believe-”

“What? That you wetted my dick and the bed all up like the good girl I knew you were?” Jey asked with a smile.

“Jey! Stop it,” I gasped in horror trying to move, but he stopped me pulling me back against his chest, making me look at him.

“What you getting’ shy for, Ma?  I told you dat you could do it, and oh did you ever. Just squirtin’ like a fuckin’ faucet, and I loved every minute of it.”

“I’ve never done that before, “I whispered as Jey looked at me and smiled before gently easing us onto the bed, away from the wet spot.

“Coulda fooled me, but I can tell you this. It may have been your first time tonight, but it damn sure ain’t gon’ be your last cause you wit’ me now,” he murmured against my lips as I blushed.

“Something tells me that you are trouble, Mr. Uso…. I just know it?”

“Oh, I am, but I promise you, I’m dat good trouble you need in yo’ life,” he said pulling the comforter over us as I melted further into his arms.

“Promises, promises.”

The End

Sorry, it's been so long since I've posted. I've been on empty between being sick, work, and my classes. Thank god this semester is done as of today and I've got time to write again. Missed ya'll!!

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Sea Salted Honey

Rhea Ripley x reader

The Woman by the Water

The town is small enough that you can hear the waves from your bedroom at night.

Not just in the distance—in you.

Like the ocean has pressed its mouth against the windowsill and breathes in rhythm with your sleep. Seagulls start before sunrise, calling across the sky like they’re waking the sea itself. By afternoon, you hear bike tires over gravel, sandals slapping pavement, wind pushing through tall grasses near the dunes.

And after sunset—

The sound of bonfire crackle, low guitars, laughter muffled under the hush of tide.

Even the quiet here is textured.

Alive.

Like something always waiting. Windows are always cracked open. Salt clings to the wooden frame like it’s trying to get in. The air smells like sunscreen and seafoam, like damp wood and lemon rinds, like you stepped into a postcard and decided not to leave.

The cottage is old.

Painted in someone’s idea of style from fifty years ago. The bathroom tile is sage green and cracked. The kitchen backsplash is a honeycomb of amber and brown. The walls are a warm, burnt orange that somehow feels deliberate in candlelight, like they know how to glow on cue.

You swore you’d change everything when you moved in.

You haven’t touched a thing.

It’s a little dated. A little unkempt.

But it’s yours.

The floors are streaked with scratches from generations of furniture dragging across them. The ceiling fan wobbles. The back screen door creaks like it’s telling a ghost story every time you pass through.

There are glass jars along your windowsill—some filled with brushes, some with seashells, some with nothing but light. Your desk is a mess: smudged sketchbooks, crumpled paper towels, open tubes of paint leaking blues and ochres like bruises blooming too wide.

A mug of tea sits beside a brush still soaking in it.

You don’t remember making the tea.

You never remember until the brush turns the water gray and bitter.

There’s a dish towel, stained beyond saving, half-draped over the edge of the desk like a flag surrendered to chaos. Charcoal flecks the windowsill, the floor, your skin. The scent of linseed oil lingers even when nothing’s drying.

You live with the quiet like it’s a roommate.

One who takes up no space, but leaves you full of feeling.

You came here to disappear. To vanish into the hush of a place that doesn’t ask. Doesn’t demand. Doesn’t care where you came from or why you stay inside so long.

No one asks questions here.

Not really.

Everyone’s either hiding or healing.

Or both.

So you paint. You paint the way some people pray. Like there’s no right language, only rhythm. Only color and surrender. Canvases stack up in the hallway, leaning against one another like tired bodies on a train. The sink in your studio is permanently stained violet and green.

Your fingertips are never clean.

You don’t talk much.

There’s the barista at the café near the dunes—Jay, who always asks if you want your coffee “like last time” and knows when not to ask anything else. Pearl, a woman in her sixties who wears wide sunhats and calls everyone “darlin’” with a voice like smooth stones.

You see her every morning. She smiles like she’s lived here forever.

And then there’s her.

Rhea.

You don’t know how to explain her without using your hands. Without tracing her name into your thigh like a sketch you keep coming back to.

She owns the surf shop two doors down.

You know because you’ve watched her unload boards from the back of her truck—sunlight striking the wet curve of her shoulders, black tank top cut to show the ink that wraps her arms like armor.

There’s a tattoo on her thigh. A long black line of something—maybe a snake, maybe a flower, maybe a secret. She wears cutoff shorts, sandals, and sunglasses she pushes to the top of her head when she’s focused.

She’s tall.

The kind of tall that shifts a room’s center of gravity.

She walks like the beach built itself around her.

Like the tide came first, and then Rhea.

—

You met her two weeks after moving in.

You were coming back from the café—paper bag of pastries under one arm, your hair twisted up with half-dry waves falling loose, paint smudged at your temple like a thumbprint someone forgot to wipe off.

She was outside, sanding down a longboard. Your flip-flops made that too-sharp clack on the pavement, and she looked up.

Eyes already squinting from the sun.

Skin golden.

Knuckles rough with salt.

“You’re the new one,” she said.

Her voice was low.

Even.

Like she already knew you’d be worth remembering.

You nodded. Unsure if that was a greeting or a warning.

She just smirked.

Like she’d just won something you didn’t know was up for grabs.

—

Since then, you’ve caught her watching.

Not in a creepy way. Not even in a flirtatious one.

Just… steady. Curious. Like she’s tracking you. She stands outside her shop sometimes, leaning back against the railing, one ankle crossed over the other, coffee in one hand, sunglasses low on her nose.

When you pass, she lifts two fingers. When you wave, she sometimes tilts her head—just a little. Like she’s measuring something invisible. Like she’s studying the line of your mouth or the way your breath hitches when her gaze lingers.

Once—just once, after what must have been a long day—she looked you over, slow and soft and without apology, and said:

“You always smell like turpentine and honey.”

—

You haven’t stopped thinking about it. Not just what she said, but how she said it. Low, like she wasn’t trying to impress you. Like she meant it. Like she’d been paying attention.

You think about the way her eyes flicked down your neck, then back up. The rasp in her voice. The taste those words left in your mouth. You think about her a lot more than you should. When your hands are busy. When your mind is quiet. When the breeze pulls at the edge of your robe and makes you feel like something’s about to begin.

You tell yourself it’s harmless.

But you’ve painted someone with her shoulders twice now. And yesterday, you bought sandalwood candles without realizing why.

You don’t know what she wants from you.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe just to be seen, like you do—like all the strange and lovely women who come here to breathe again. But every time you catch her looking, your stomach does this slow, traitorous pull. Like your body’s already agreed to something you haven’t said out loud.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re tired of silence.

Maybe you’re ready for someone to ruin the quiet.

Not with noise.

But with presence.

—

You See Her Again on a Thursday

You’re barefoot again.

Always barefoot lately.

The sand’s still clinging to your ankles, salt drying on your calves, hem of your linen pants soaked from walking too close to the tide. You like the way the fabric clings when it’s wet—cool against your thighs, a little revealing. You’d never admit it, but you wonder if she notices.

The air smells like sun-warmed cedar and sea brine, like distant woodsmoke and something sweet blooming along the dunes. You hold your sketchbook tight against your chest, one arm wrapped around it like a shield, though the real danger is the way your skin still remembers how her eyes felt the last time they touched you.

The sun’s low and heavy now, coating the world in honey. Your skin’s pink from it. Your shoulders kissed red, your cheeks flushed in a way you hope looks deliberate. You’re loose from the heat. Open.

You round the corner and there she is.

Rhea.

Sitting on the hood of an old, dusty truck, black tank top clinging to her ribs, legs spread like she owns the damn planet. One foot planted, the other swinging lazily. A glass bottle in one hand—something fizzy with a slice of lime floating at the top. She lifts it to her mouth. Her throat moves as she drinks. You have to remind yourself to breathe.

She sees you. Of course she does.

And when she does, her whole face changes.

That easy smirk. That almost-laugh behind her eyes.

“You always look like you’re coming from a dream,” she says, voice low and warm like the air.

You blink, squinting slightly from the sun and from her.

“Mine or yours, charmer?”

She chuckles—slow, deep, like the ocean breaking against the sand. “Wasn’t trying to flirt.”

You stop a few feet from her, one eyebrow lifting.

“You’re not doing a very good job of not flirting, then.”

That makes her pause. Her grin tips, just slightly, like you’ve surprised her—and she likes that. She slides off the hood, all long lines and loose limbs, moving like she’s half-lioness, half-riptide. The bottle dangles from one hand as she steps toward you.

She’s close enough now that you can smell her: sunscreen and salt, maybe a hint of sandalwood and citrus. Her skin is warm. Her presence is warmer. Her eyes drop to your sketchbook, then rise again—slow. Measured.

“What are you drawing?”

You hesitate. Just for a beat.

“Nothing I’d show anyone,” you murmur.

Rhea’s smile softens, but her gaze sharpens. “You afraid of being seen?”

You open your mouth to answer—but there’s no clean response to that.

So you say nothing. Which says everything. She steps in, just one more inch. Close enough that the edge of her voice slips right past your collarbone. Close enough that you have to work not to look at her mouth.

“I’ve seen a lot of people run to this town,” she says.

“Most of them keep hiding even after they get here.”

You feel the words in your ribs. Like they weren’t meant as judgment. Just truth.

You try to swallow around the knot in your throat. “And you?”

“I don’t run.”

A pause.

“Not away, only towards.”

The way she says it makes you feel like you’ve already been chosen. Like the part of her that runs has already started moving toward you. You want to say something clever. Something light. But your tongue is thick in your mouth and your fingers have gone slack around the sketchbook.

Then she breaks the spell.

“Tomorrow,” she says, leaning back slightly, letting her fingers tap once against the bottle.

“Bonfire on the beach. Music. Drinks. You should come.”

You nod before you even mean to.

Of course you do. And then—just as you’re about to say something back—she leans in again. Just enough to tilt the balance.

“Wear something you don’t mind getting sandy.”

Her voice is velvet-wrapped, teasing but controlled. She doesn’t reach for you. She doesn’t touch. But the idea of her touching is enough to send your heart stumbling into your throat.

You tilt your head, pulse quickening.

“Should I be worried about how sandy I’ll get?” you ask, tone low, eyes locked. She smiles like sin and summer and everything in between.

“That depends.”

A beat.

Then:

“On whether you want me to be the one to shake it out of your clothes after.”

You don’t answer.

You can’t.

Your skin’s too hot. Your mouth too dry.

Rhea just lifts the bottle back to her lips, takes another sip, and then—like she hasn’t just left your insides burning—she turns and walks back toward the truck, hips loose, hair catching the last stretch of light. You stand there until she’s seated again, legs swinging.

You don’t turn your back to her when you leave.

You walk away slow. Let her watch. And she does. You feel her eyes like fingerprints.

Like permission you haven’t asked for yet, but already know will be granted.

—

The Woman in the Paint

The studio smells like linseed oil and overripe fruit.

That specific sweetness—the kind that’s about to turn, soft to the point of collapse, splitting open in your palm.

It clings to the walls, to your hair, to the inside of your lungs.

The windows are wide open to invite the breeze, but the heat doesn’t leave.

It just lingers more gracefully.

Somewhere outside, the waves are breaking.

You paint to their rhythm. Slow. Repetitive.

Steady like breath.

Etta James hums low from the stereo, bleeding into Frankie Valli, one melting into the other like watercolors left too long in the sun. The herbs on your windowsill lean toward the light—basil, lavender, mint. The mint you cut this morning floats in your glass with lime, condensation soaking the coaster beneath it.

You’d meant to paint the coastline. Simple. Soft. A quiet thing. Safe.

But the sea turned to skin.

The cliff edge to muscle.

The shadows to shape.

And the brush followed where your hands already knew to go—even if your mind hadn’t given permission.

You don’t realize it’s her until you do.

Not a perfect likeness. Not a portrait. But the outline. The weight. The memory of her. Strong shoulders. Tattooed arms. The curve of her jaw.

The hollows just beneath her collarbone where you pressed too much blue and then pressed again and again like a bruise you wanted to make permanent.

She’s laughing in your mind. Eyes half-lidded, mouth parted. Teeth dragging across her lip. You flush. Step back.

Breathe.

The canvas looks like want. Too much of it.

Your brush falls from your fingers, lands with a soft splat in the palette. You wipe your hands on a rag that was already too stained to save. Still, your fingertips twitch—like they aren’t finished with her. Like they might keep drawing her even if you close your eyes.

You try to distract yourself.

You pace.

You open a can of seltzer. You press the cold to your chest for a moment and try not to think about the heat crawling lower.

But it’s no use.

She’s there.

You told yourself it was nothing.

A casual flirtation. A stranger with good shoulders and a mouth made for trouble.

But you’ve sketched her three times since she said your name.

Now she’s taken over a canvas like she owns the space. Like she owns you.

—

You give in.

You sink to the floor, back against the wall beneath the window. The light falls golden across your knees. You open your sketchbook and draw her again—softer this time. Not the flirt. Not the force.

Just Rhea.

A single strand of hair stuck to her temple. The quiet weight under her eyes. Her fingers curled loosely around a bottle, ringed and rough, perfect in profile. You draw her mouth last. You don’t mean to linger. But you do.

The page is warm under your hand.

The lines grow darker the longer you trace them.

There’s charcoal on your wrist now.

Between your fingers.

Under your nails.

You don’t remember how long it’s been since you started.

But your pulse still hasn’t slowed.

—

You think about tomorrow. About the bonfire.

About the way she said wear something you don’t mind getting sandy like she was already planning to get her hands on you. About the way your name sounded in her mouth.

Like a secret she liked keeping.

Like a dare.

You think about her stepping off that truck—long legs, lazy hips, lip quirking like she already knew how this would end.

You close your eyes.

Let your head fall back against the wall.

The breeze flutters the curtain beside you. Carries the scent of brine and crushed mint and something floral you can’t quite place. Your skin still feels sun-warmed.

Still feels watched.

Still feels wanted.

You look back at the painting, at the shape you conjured from memory.You stare into it like you’re asking it to move. And without meaning to, your voice slips out—quiet and reverent.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

—

The Woman Who’s Distracted

She sees you before you see her. That’s how it always is.You move like you don’t know what you’re doing.Like your limbs belong to someone soft. Someone untouched. Someone who doesn’t realize they’re a storm wearing the skin of a quiet girl.

And Rhea—

Rhea can’t stop watching.

It’s not just the way you walk. It’s the mess of it. The undone quality. Like you woke up inside someone else’s dream and never bothered to fix your hair. You’re curled in the corner of your porch—knees drawn to your chest, hoodie swallowing your frame, sketchpad tilted across one thigh. Headphones in. You don’t see her.

But she sees you.

From the windows of her workshop, arms folded tight across her chest, hip cocked against the frame.You’ve been sitting there for over an hour. She’s known that because she hasn’t gotten anything done since you came outside.

You haven’t noticed the way her eyes keep coming back. The way she leans closer every time you shift. The way she wants to bite her own tongue just to stop from saying your name out loud.

You don’t know.

And it’s killing her.

—

She should be working. There are boards in the back that need sanding. Emails she’s ignored. Orders to fill.

But every time she turns from the window, her chest tightens.

Like you’re a magnet.

Like you pull.

You’re sketching again—charcoal smudged along your palm.

A streak across your cheek. Your knee keeps bouncing and your lip is caught between your teeth.

It takes everything in her not to walk over and pull it free with her thumb.

You’ve got no idea, do you?

No idea what you look like from here. What kind of picture you make. What you’re doing to her.

And that—that is the part that undoes her.

—

You stretched ten minutes ago.

Arched your back like a cat. Arms overhead, shirt rising just enough to show a sliver of warm skin where your ribs meet the waist of your shorts. And Rhea nearly fucking growled.

She backed up from the window.

Ran a hand over her face.

Told herself to get a grip.

But the truth?

She’s not built for this kind of want.

Not when it creeps in slowly.

Not when it sits with her.

She likes control. Structure. She likes knowing who she is in a room. But you make her forget. You make her think in verses. Make her feel.

She doesn’t want to just watch you.

She wants to press her mouth to your forehead and say let me keep you.

She wants to watch you paint. Press her thumb into the stain on your palm.

Wants to wipe your tears on hard days. Wants to make you cry on soft ones.

She wants to see you barefoot in the middle of tourist season, wearing her chain and letting every dumb man in this town wonder how they missed their chance.

She wants to see you arch your back when she says your name.

She wants to be worthy of you.

And that—

That’s what scares her most.

—

She hasn’t moved in ten minutes. Just standing there. Watching.

Clenching and unclenching her fists like it might shake you out of her head. You’re just being. And it’s ruining her. Rhea closes her eyes. Exhales through her nose. Tries to shake it off. But you’ve already got your hands around her pulse.

She should stay away.

She should let this fade.

But when you said her name the other day—quiet, kind, like it meant something—it tattooed itself into her chest. And now?

Now she’s rewriting every version of the future she thought she wanted.

All of them have you in them.

Even if you never find out.

Even if she never touches you.

Even if all she gets is this—watching from a window, pretending not to ache.

She turns before she does something reckless.

Before she lets the hunger in her chest climb all the way to her mouth.

She walks away.

Boots heavy on the floor.

But not before she says it, quiet and low and only for herself:

“You don’t even know you’ve already got me.”

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The Woman Across the Fire

The night smells like smoke and sugar. The kind that sticks to your hair, clings to the inside of your hoodie, and lingers on your skin long after you’ve left the shore. The kind of smell that always reminds you something real happened.

The beach is alive with music—half-folk, half-dream—blending with the hiss of the fire and the hush of the tide. There are strings of lights hung from driftwood, jars full of tea candles half-buried in the sand, and laughter floating in and out like a tide of its own. It smells like vanilla, clove, and sea spray. Like cheap beer and warm skin and summer never ending.

You arrive just after dusk. Barefoot, again.

Oversized button-up fluttering open over a cropped tank. Loose cotton shorts hit high on your thighs. Your legs still smell like sunscreen and ocean. Your lips taste faintly like salt.

You’re radiant in the firelight and you don’t know it.

Or maybe you do.

But either way, you’re not looking for attention.

You hold your sketchbook like a habit. Like protection. Like truth. Rhea sees you before you see her.

Of course she does.

She’s been leaning against a driftwood log at the edge of the circle for almost an hour now, bottle in hand, one boot heel dug into the sand. Distant, half-in shadow. She’s not talking. Not smiling. Just watching the flames, letting them reflect off the dark ink on her forearms like smoke has started living inside her.

Then she sees you—bare legs, hair tousled, sketchbook clutched tight—and it all stops.

You’re talking to someone. Laughing.

Some guy from the bike shop. Harmless, sure. But standing too close. Smiling too wide. His gaze dips when you turn your head. It lingers.

Rhea’s jaw tightens.

This isn’t hers. You aren’t hers. Not yet. Not ever, maybe. But the want lives hot and hungry under her skin. She can’t help it. She watches you tilt your head, brush your hair off your shoulder, say something that makes the guy grin. She takes a slow sip of her beer. It’s warm. She doesn’t taste it.

And then—your eyes find hers.

You freeze. Just for a second. Smile falters. Then tilts, softer. Realer.

And Rhea—

Rhea lifts her bottle in a slow greeting, subtle but sure. The shadows shift across her face. Her smirk curves into something quieter. Something waiting. You excuse yourself from the conversation without hesitating.

And she nearly forgets how to breathe.

You cross the sand barefoot, stepping through firelight like a secret.You smell like heat and salt and something slightly citrus. She wants to lean in and breathe you down.

“Hey,” you say, smiling like it’s just for her. “You’re here. I thought I was going to have to sneak off without seeing you.”

She tips her head toward the fire.

“You seemed like you were having fun.”

“I was,” you admit. “But I kept wondering if you were here. And Mr. Grease Hands wouldn’t stop chatting long enough for me to ask.”

That makes her huff out a breath—close to a laugh, but softer.

You sit beside her on the log. Not touching, but close. Closer than before.

Your knees brush once, then again when you shift.

She feels the heat of you against her thigh, and every nerve in her body lights up.

The fire crackles. Music drifts. Someone passes around a bottle of something strong. You both wave it off.

“You looked like you were in your element earlier,” she murmurs.

You glance at her, tilting your head. “I was trying to look like I belonged.”

“You do.” Her voice is low. Honest.

You blink. The compliment hits something tender.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

The firelight flickers across your cheeks. Your mouth parts just slightly. You look away.

She watches the line of your jaw, the soft rise of your chest as you breathe in.

You turn back to her.

“You always look like you’re waiting for something,” you say, voice soft.

“I am.”

“What for?”

She looks at you for a long moment. Then—

“Do I look that way when you leave?”

It knocks the air out of you. The words land low, like a bruise you didn’t know was forming.

You turn to her.

“You notice when I leave?”

Rhea doesn’t answer.

She just takes a sip from her bottle.

Watches your mouth part.

Watches your breath catch.

You shift closer. Your shoulder brushes hers. You don’t move away.

“I thought maybe I was imagining this,” you say, voice a whisper now. “The way you look at me. I thought maybe I was just lonely.”

Her voice stays steady. But her hand tightens around the bottle.

“You’re not imagining it.”

You exhale, slow and shaky. “Good.”

And for a long time, neither of you speak.

There’s no rush.

No demand.

But there’s a question hanging between you. Unspoken, burning.

Rhea turns slightly, her thigh pressing into yours.

“I don’t want to rush you,” she murmurs. “And I don’t want to fuck this up by moving too fast.”

You don’t look away.

“Then just stay close.”

So she does.

—

All night, Rhea stays beside you.

She doesn’t crowd. Doesn’t touch too much. But she stays. And it feels like an answer.

When the fire burns low and the others drift toward the tide or back to their cottages, she walks you home. Shoulder to shoulder. Hands in her pockets. Her jacket tucked around your frame.

You don’t say much.

You don’t have to.

Because you already turned toward her.

And she’s never been more afraid of wanting something

or more willing to wait for it.

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[mamiobesssionfics]

One Day

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You two attend a wedding.

As you and Rhea stepped into the elegant venue, the atmosphere was filled with joy and anticipation. 

It was a significant occasion, the wedding of your dear friend. 

Deep down, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness, knowing that you and Rhea were attending as a couple.

You and Rhea had been together for quite some time now, but due to the circumstances, keeping your relationship a secret had become a necessity. 

While you longed for the day when you could openly express your love, for now, the two of you chose to cherish the moments you could steal away together.

As the ceremony started, you found yourselves seated amongst the guests, eagerly awaiting the sight of your friend walking down the aisle. Rhea's hand intertwined with yours, providing a sense of comfort and ease. 

The love you shared was undeniable, you never felt anything like this with anyone in your entire life.

Throughout the ceremony, stolen glances and subtle gestures showed the depth of your affection. 

The beauty of the love between you and Rhea was a testament to the power of authenticity, regardless of the barriers that society imposed.

As the newlyweds exchanged vows, you couldn't help but imagine your wedding. 

The thought filled you with hope and a renewed determination to fight the challenges ahead.

After the ceremony, the reception began, and you and Rhea found comfort in each other's company. She did help you calm your nerves.

The dance floor was tempting, and you both jumped on the opportunity to drink and dance with the other guests. 

With every twirl and dip, you felt the weight of the world slip away, but it could also be the drinks you had, you weren't sure.

At the same time, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances and whispers around you. 

It was a reminder that society's acceptance was still a work in progress. But in that moment, surrounded by love and happiness, you refused to let anyone dampen the light that radiated from your connection with Rhea.

The night carried on, and as the evening neared a close, you and Rhea shared a quiet moment beneath the starlit sky. 

"Isn't this beautiful?" you asked her as you walked around the garden.

"You are."

"Rhea!" you laughed but deep down really treasured her kind words.

You two spoke of promises of a future where love would overpower all. 

The wedding may have been a reminder of the challenges you faced and will continue facing.

"Maybe one day, it will be the two of us." she said, confirming your suspicion of the fact that you couldn't be the only one who was thinking about it the entire day.

But being by her side, you knew that she was going to do anything in her power to keep you safe and so will you.

"One day." you said to her and smiled as she leaned closer to kiss you.

You could still hear the party going on in the back as the two of you kissed not far from them.

Little did you know that one of the photographers managed to snag a photo of the two of you under that moonlight.

[slightlygaywritesslightlytoomuch]

Hey the lack of Elliot Stabler x Reader content out there is killing me 😭 was wondering if you could write something sweet with him, maybe like looking after a reader whose case the team is working on cause she’s still in danger from whoever committed the crime against her? Thanks :)

Masterlist

FREE PALESTINE

You were a ghost, a shadow in a world that had suddenly become too bright. The case was personal, a wound that throbbed with each passing day. The police, led by the relentless Elliot Stabler, were your lifeline, your only beacon in the storm. But as the investigation progressed, you found yourself becoming more than just a case file. You were becoming a fragile piece of evidence they needed to protect.

Elliot had taken an immediate liking to you. There was a quiet strength about you, a resilience that mirrored his own. But beneath that exterior, he saw a woman haunted by fear. He'd seen firsthand the toll a case could take, and he wasn't about to let you go through it alone.

He found himself checking in more often than necessary, making sure you were safe, that you were eating, that you were getting enough sleep. It was a role he hadn't expected to take on, but it felt right. Almost like a duty.

One evening, as a storm raged outside, you found yourself alone in your apartment, a prisoner of your own fear. The wind howled, mimicking the turmoil within you. Your phone rang, the familiar ringtone a jarring interruption to the silence. It was Elliot.

"Hey," his voice was a warm anchor in the tempestuous night. "I know it's late, but I just wanted to check in. You okay?"

Your voice, when it finally came out, was a mere whisper. "I'm scared, Elliot."

There was a long pause before he responded. "I know. I'm really sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to feel this way."

You could almost hear him taking a deep breath. "Listen, I'm coming over. You’re not alone, okay?"

Relief washed over you as you heard the familiar sound of his footsteps approaching your apartment. When he finally arrived, he enveloped you in a tight hug, his body a shield against the storm.

"You're safe now," he murmured, his voice low and comforting.

You nodded, burying your face in his shoulder. The scent of his aftershave, a familiar blend of wood and spice, was grounding. It was a tangible reminder that you weren't alone.

As the hours passed, the storm began to subside, its fury replaced by a gentle patter of rain. Elliot tightened his grip, as if sensing your growing tranquility.

"You should get some sleep," he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll stay here with you."

You hesitated, not wanting to let go. But sleep was a distant memory, and you knew he was right. With a heavy heart, you pulled away slightly, looking up into his eyes. They were filled with a tenderness that took your breath away

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "Close your eyes," he murmured.

You did as he asked, and as the darkness enveloped you, you felt a sense of peace you hadn't experienced in what felt like forever. With Elliot by your side, the world seemed a little less terrifying.

[wwefan2002]

Paying Dues mami's way

Rhea x !fem reader

18+ minors DNI

TW: smut,rough oral !receiving, rough sex, degrading, overstimulating, fluff, aftercare

summary: reader is a fairly new wrestler still learning the wwe system when she runs into Rhea and mami shows her how to pay her dues ;)

A/N: hey hope everyone enjoys this one let me know if you have any ideas for more stories.

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Your head swims with thoughts as you warm up for your match, what if you can't or don't win, what if you get hurt, what if the crowd hates you, the thoughts spinning like a tornado in your head. You walk from the locker room to gorilla as you do you see Rhea and give her a shy smile feeling intimidated by her but also having a crush on her doesn't help. You cant help but feel eyes on you as you walk, you turn to see Rhea staring at your ass as you walk but you don't say anything your mind to occupied by the match at hand. You make it to gorilla walking up to the curtain taking one last deep breath as you walk out.

You walk out staring at the crowd feeling their energy as the adrenaline courses through your veins like lava feeling your skin get hot. You walk down the ramp high fiving fans as you make your way to the ring, finally stepping into the ring you take one last deep breath looking out at the sea of people on their feet for you. Carmella makes her way to the ring to a course of boos the crowd letting her know that they are behind you. she finally enters the ring and the ref rings the bell and you both have something to prove you want to prove you belong here and she wants to make it known you don't belong in the ring with her.

You and Carmella have an amazing 10-minute match to which you finally put her away and get your hand raised as the winner. Your mind finally somewhat at ease with having your match over, you head backstage and are greeted by triple H who congratulates you on the win and tells you that you killed it. As you walk back to the locker room you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

"hey Y/N wait up" you turn to see its Rhea she walks up to you and congratulates you on the win, her eyes locked on yours as she speaks you look into her oceanic blue eyes getting lost in the beauty of them. You cant help but let your mind wander with thoughts of being with Rhea and the things that you would let her do to you. As your daydreaming she snaps you out of it with a pinch on the arm.

"hey Y/N where you even listening" rhea says as she looks at you, you look at the floor for a moment almost embarrassed for having thoughts like that of your co worker. You then look at Rhea looking her up and down admiring her toned figure from her toned legs to her toned and muscular abs and the many tattoos that adorn her skin. You trace almost every line of her tattoos with your eyes, connecting every line with the perfect curve of her body all the way from head to toe. It feels like you are tracing her body with your eyes for hours when it was only seconds. You look into her eyes collecting your thoughts for a moment.

"oh yeah sorry just a lot going through my mind" you say as you look at Rhea. You give her a smile as she looks at you sizing you up. You aren't sure if she is sizing you up to fight you or what she would do to you but you felt a lump form in your throat as Rhea got closer to you. She walks closer your back to a wall as you walk back eventually out of space Rhea is in your face looking you up and down.

"You know Y/N your still new here you still have a lot to learn and part of learning is paying your dues" Rhea says her eyes almost staring a hole through you. You don't know whether to run or to stay. You look into Rhea's eyes they have a fire behind them almost as if a volcano was erupting with lust inside her. She eyes you up and down looking at your lips all the way to your toes. Before you could react her hands are on you running along your face as she grabs your chin. You look at her stunned as she tilts your chin up slightly to make sure you are looking into her eyes.

"wha.....what.... do I have to do to pay my dues" you say swallowing the lump in your throat. You aren't sure whether to be scared or not, but one thing was for sure you where defiantly turned on by Rhea. The wet spot in your panties growing. Rhea could see how she made you crumble under her; she looked at you and a devilish grin came across her face. She ran her hand from your face down to your thighs where she could feel the heat coming from your core. Her eyes lighting up with an even greater fire of lust as she slowly moved closer to your ear.

" Come to my hotel room tonight and you will learn how to pay your dues" she said as she slowly backed away some, before running her hand along the front of your gear causing you to almost moan a little as her fingers softly traced the outline of your pussy. You couldn't even think with the way Rhea was looking and touching you. All you knew was that you would pay your dues tonight.

You are shocked as you watch Rhea flash you a wink and a smile as she walks away. You stand there against the wall frozen as you think about what just happened. You cant help but feel like Rhea sees something in you as you walk back to the locker room and get changed. As you are getting clothes ready to take a shower you hear your phone buzz, and your screen turn on. You grab your phone and look at the message.

Rhea: Room 316 cutie I'll be waiting ;)

Your heart almost skips a beat seeing that message your brain wherry of what might happen to you, but your pussy was saying something entirely different. As you started taking your gear off you finally saw the wet spot in the front of your panties. You were shocked at how wet Rhea made you without hardly touching you. As you showered your mind raced with images of Rhea having her way with you. You found yourself touching yourself to thoughts of Rhea using you as her fuck toy, her hands wrapped around your throat and her pussy in your face or her fingers deep inside you.

You finally snapped out of it and got out the shower and finally changed into your clothes. As you made your way to the hotel you couldn't help but smile at the thought of what might be to come. You made your way through the hotel lobby as you made your way to the front desk you saw a bunch of the other wrestlers as you passed, they said congrats to you. When you got to the front desk you asked for your room key and the desk clerk handed you Rhea's room key. You looked at them puzzled they said you had requested to stay with her, you didn't maybe Rhea was up to something nevertheless you took the key and made your way up to the room.

As you entered the room you saw Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a silk robe, it hugs her curves just right making sure to show off her ass the best. As you lifted your head you heard her speak "hey cutie are you ready to pay your dues" she said you froze in place as she spoke. You turned to her and placed your bags by the door as you looked at Rhea. Her eyes fixated on you looking at your every move almost like a predator hunting its prey. She looked up and down admiring your slender legs that gave way to your juicy ass and up to your sizable yet perky tits and toned stomach. Rhea licked her lips as you stood there unsure of what to do next.

" so...so what do I have to do to pay my dues" you say through stammered breath as you watch Rhea get up from the bed and walk over to you. Rhea never took her eyes off you as she walked up to you before grabbing your waist and putting you to the wall. You gasped jumping a bit by her actions, looking in her eyes you could see the fire and the lust that she had she was going to make you hers tonight.

" you're going to obey mamis every word tonight that's how you pay your dues" you look at her as she grabs your hands putting them above your head. Your eyes locked on hers as she gets closer to you, and she inhales your scent. Your breathing getting heavier and your panties practically soaked, Rhea had a hold of you both mentally and physically. You couldn't help but think of all the ways she could just take you and ruin you and you liked it.

" Now you're going to be a good girl, and you will only say yes mami when I tell you to do something am I clear" she said looking into your eyes. You could feel yourself almost melting as the words rang in your ears her accent making every word even sweeter to your ears. You felt the wet spot grow in your panties as soon as she spoke, you tried to respond but no words came out. Rhea then got closer to you and grabbed your throat.

" I said am I clear" she growled you thought you might just cum there and then at her words. You looked at her as her hand slid from your throat to your stomach as she slowly ran her hands over you. You felt the hairs on your body stand up at her touch feeling your heart almost beat out of your chest.

" ye....yes mami" you said as you felt her hand go to the front of your pants running her hands up and down the front of them teasing you. Your hands tensed as you felt Rheas's lips touch yours. You couldn't believe that Rhea was kissing you and your mind kept racing but eventually you blocked that out and kissed her back feeling her lips on yours just felt right. Rhea then started pushing her tounge into your mouth to which you gladly let her. You couldn't help but moan as you felt her soft lips kissing you and her tounge exploring your mouth. You felt Rhea break the kiss and look at you.

"Strip for mami slut" she said, and you felt yourself almost squirt just from her name calling. You looked at her as she let go of your hands and she looked at you. You nodded as you went to start stripping, she stopped you grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at her.

"you say yes mami use your words" she growled as she held you by your hair. You swallowed a moan as you loved the way she was handling you. Rhea then pulled you close grabbing your throat. as she looked into your eyes she grinned.

"ye...yes mami" you said as her hand tightened a little as you spoke. she then let you go and watched as you stripped watching your clothes fall revealing your soft skin and the curves of your body. She looked at your every move as your clothes fell looking at every inch of you, her eyes tracing the lines of your curves just as you had done earlier to her. As you finally stripped all of your clothes off Rhea licked her lips looking at you and smiling.

" mmmmm I can't wait to make you mine I can't wait to have you a squirming mess underneath me" Your heart almost stopped at hearing those words. You knew you were in for one hell of a night in your mind you were grinning but outside you were almost melting at everything she did to you. she then stood close to you running her hands over your shoulders and to your waist making sure to grab your ass as she pulls you close. Rhea then gets close to you and puts her lips to your neck kissing your neck from one side to the other and then down to your collarbone. You felt a jolt of electricity go through your body at the feel of Rhea's lips on your skin.

"mmmm......oh mami" you moan out unable to hold back any longer. All you want is for Rhea to take you and make you a mess and ruin you. You can't hold back the feelings for her anymore you want her to mark you and make you, her property. You feel her hands running up and feeling your boobs softly caressing them before giving them a slap and then rubbing them again. The slap causing you to yelp and moan at the same time at the feeling of pain and pleasure as she starts pinching your nipples and kissing down to your tits.

" you like that huh you like how mami kisses you" Rhea says you open your eyes and look at her as she's sucking on your nipples. You watch her bite them and slap them as you moan for her. You felt her hands cup your ass as she was sucking on your nipples before she slapped your ass hard making you jump a little. Rhea then gets up and looks at you as you try to catch your breath a little.

" Get on the bed and spread your legs for mami now slut" she said with a growl in her voice. You did as she said laying on the bed spreading your legs allowing her full access to the most sensitive parts of you. You look up as Rhea is standing at the end of the bed licking her lips like Shes a wild animal about to feast on its prey. That thought made you even wetter, you wanted nothing more than for her to ravage every inch of you and leave you a ruined mess at her mercy anytime she wants.

" now you aren't cumming until I say am I clear" she says as she positions herself between your legs. As you look at her you finally get to see more of her curves in the lighting of the room. Watching as she lowers herself down near your bare pussy, you watch as her ass shakes as she gets in position to devour you. You look at her ass and then your eyes trace from the curves of her ass to her back as you admire the gargoyle tattoo on her back.

" yes mami" you say as you look at her and then you feel her tounge start licking your folds a low groan escaping your mouth as Rhea's mouth explores your sweet core. Your hands gripping the bed sheets as you suddenly feel her tounge plunge deep inside you as she explores every inch of your inner walls you moan loudly. You see Rhea smiling as she keeps licking your insides making you squirm. suddenly you feel her slip two fingers deep inside of you causing you to wince slightly at how hard she thrusted them into you. But that pain soon turned to pleasure as she curled those fingers deep inside your hot core making your skin feel like it's on fire as the color flushed from your face making you look beat red.

" you like how mami eats your needy pussy slut you like how mami fingers your needy cunt like a fuck toy" she says as you moan even louder. as she quickens her pace making your breathing faster and your mind swirl with pleasure as you felt your stomach tense you knew you weren't going to last much longer if she kept up the pace. Your hips buck faster as you squirm causing Rhea to grab your hips and forcing you to stay still as she eats your pussy.

" ohhh...go....god....ye....yess.....mami" you moan out as she fingers you hard. You then feel her mouth and tounge run over your clit taking the sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth. You grab Rhea's hair as she keeps sucking on your clit. You start humping her face as she keeps sucking your clit she suddenly stops withdrawing her fingers from within you causing you to whine. She then jumps on you and straddles your chest legs on either side of you her face just inches away from you as she stares through you.

" Did I give you permission to touch me" she growled her hand then wraps around your throat cutting off your breath as punishment for touching her. You squirm slightly making her grip harder as her eyes are locked onto you, her eyes burning with lust as she has you under her thumb, knowing you would do anything she said. You stopped squirming as you looked at her.

"no....no mami" you say through breaths she looks at you loosening her grip on your throat. She then slaps your tits hard and pinches your nipples looking deep into your eyes as she watches you wince and then moan as the pain turns into pleasure. You couldn't even think anymore all you wanted was for Rhea to make you cum you wanted her to do everything to you. She looked at you grinning as she saw how you liked the pain.

" you like being mamis fuck toy don't you, you like being treated like a toy being used however I want, you want to cum don't you want to cum all over mamis face don't you whore" Her words running through your ears like the silk robe hugging Rheas body. You knew you were hers and she was going to own your body, you never felt this good with anyone else she knew just the right spots to hit to drive you crazy.

" ye.....yes mami I'm your slut I'm your fuck toy use me however you want I'm yours" Rhea grinned from ear to ear hearing the words come out of your mouth knowing she had you in the palm of her hand. She slid back down to your pussy shoving her fingers back inside you causing you to moan loudly. You wanted to cum so bad but you didn't want to anger her. You watched as Rhea started licking your pussy and rubbed your clit with her thumb making your eyes roll into your head at the pleasure. You moaned out more and more as her pace quickened.

" you going to cum for mami slut you going to be a good slut and cum all over mami's face" Rhea said as you kept moaning watching as she fingered your pussy harder and harder the pain replaced with pleasure. You felt your stomach tense again you felt your climax approaching as you moaned out for Rhea.

" Y....yes..oh...fuck....yes...mami" you moaned out as she kept her pace up. She started sucking your clit while fingering your pussy deep and you moaned her name over and over trying to hold your orgasm back. Rhea smiled as she fingered you watching as your hips bucked raising off the bed and back down into the bed causing your ass to jiggle as you sank into the bed.

"cum for mami slut cum all over mamis face and fingers like a good fuck toy" As soon as her words left her mouth you felt that feeling in your stomach grow and your head get hot as your hips bucked. You felt Rhea shove her fingers in you as deep as they would go making sure to curl them as deep as she could inside you. You moaned out for as you gripped the bedsheets like you were on the edge of a cliff knuckles going white from the grip strength.

" FUCK.......FUCK MAMI IM CUMMING" you scream out as your climax hits you the room spinning and you're breathing heavy. Rhea keeps fingering you and licking your clit as your orgasm rolls through you like the ocean waves. You squeeze your legs together trying to stop Rhea from fingering you, but she forces them back open. You moan out at the show of force she isn't done with until she says so. You are her prey, and you are her dinner. She keeps going making you whine as she makes you cum again making your pussy sensitive as she then licks your sensitive clit more making you whine loudly. She finally stops and pulls her fingers from inside you as she crawls up your body till, she's inches from your face.

" open your mouth" she says as you look into her eyes the fire still raging in her. You do as your told and open your mouth, Rhea then shoves her fingers in your mouth. You suck her fingers tasting your own juices on her fingers moaning as her fingers are in your mouth. She then pushes them deeper in your mouth causing you to gag on her fingers. Tears stream down your face slightly as she pushes them in your mouth as you keep sucking your juices off of them.

" Now you're going to be a good little slut and make mami cum" Rhea says as she takes her fingers out of your mouth allowing you to breath. You look at Rhea after you catch your breath and, in that moment, you couldn't be happier as weird as that sounds. You were happy to finally have someone who could make you feel things no one else could. You smiled at Rhea, your eyes full of lust but also content and happiness.

"yes mami" you say as Rhea then lays on the bed with her legs spread revealing her smoothly shaved pussy. You run your hands and lips over her skin as you work your way down to her pussy. You wanted to make her feel as good as possible and you were going to make that happen. You finally got to her pussy as you placed kisses along her inner thighs. She lets out a soft moan as your lips meet her warm skin, she knows you'll do anything to please her now and Shes going to take full advantage of that. You start to lick her soft folds tasting her sweet juices making sure to savor the flavor, almost as sweet as honey. You push your tounge deeper inside her pussy as you explore her sweet core. Rhea moans as she feels your tounge dive deep inside her. She grabs your head pushing your face even deeper in her pussy as she moans loudly not caring who hears. You keep licking her pussy tasting her juices and inhaling her intoxicating scent that comes with them as you keep licking you decide to start rubbing her clit making Rhea moan even louder as she starts pinching her nipples.

"ohhh.....fuck....yesssss..... right there slut make mami cum whore make mami cum all over your face" her words a bit muffled as your focused on her pussy. Your pace quickens as her hips buck more and more. You watch as her hips leave the bed only to slam back down causing her juicy ass to jiggle as she sinks into the bed. You finger her pussy harder as she humps your face faster. You know she is going to cum soon and you are ready to fully taste her as you eagerly lick at her pussy.

" FUCK.....FUCK......FUCK MAMI'S CUMMING" she says as her juices spray out and onto your face and mouth as you try to swallow her juices but there was too much, and you gag as you try to finish swallowing them all. You watch as Rhea squirms from her climax as she comes down from it, she pulls you close. She looks at you before kissing you and taking the juices that remained in your mouth and tasting them herself as her tounge wrestles with yours. You can't help but moan at the taste and feeling of her tasting her on juices. She pulls away before swallowing her juices and smiling.

" dues paid" she says smiling at you. You smile back at her as she lays back for a moment in bed catching her breath. She then sits up looking at you, her eyes now calm and stary. You look at her and smile while looking at the sweat drip from he face and trail down over abs, making your heartbeat pound out of your chest. Everything about Rhea made you want to fall more and more in love.

" so did I do good mami" you say looking at her and chuckling as you get comfy. You lay back in bed next to her, you feel her hand take yours her fingers intertwined with yours as she ran her thumb over your hand. She looks at you her smile soft and inviting, her eyes cold blue in color but warm and loving when they are looking at you. You run your hand on Rhea's as you smile.

"you did every good princess and I want to say that you and I are going to have so much fun together but I also want to take care of you" she said her eyes looking at my hand. you smiled as she spoke looking at her you knew she was the one. You softly reached for Rhea's chin lifting it up to look at her eyes. You smile as you stare into her eyes feeling the warmth of her body close to yours.

"I want to take care of you too mami I love you" you say as you look at her. Her smile big and brighter than a star. She takes your face in her hands and kisses you as she kisses you she wraps her arms around you pulling you closer. You nuzzle your head in her chest as she strokes your hair. feeling safe in her arms you let out a soft sigh smiling. Rhea looks at you and sees you smiling seeing how safe she makes you feel.

"I love you to princess I want you to be mine forever" Her words making you feel like you are on cloud 9 as you close your eyes and fall asleep in her arms.

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A/N: hey guys hope you enjoyed it kind of a long one but i had fun writing it, suggest me some more stories to write :)

[daddyhausen]

commision for — @the-anxious-youth

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• shut your mouth before i fuck it — rhea ripley •

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{ summary } — a house party for liv’s birthday turns sour for rhea upon catching you getting a bit to comfortable with the birthday girl. she reminds you exactly who you belong to.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, wlw, oral sex, scissoring, strap-on, markings, hickeys, groping, public teasing, hair pulling, jealous sex, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, dom!rhea, mommy kink, brat taming, fingering, choking, forced orgasms, vaginal sex ,rough sex, penetrative sex, female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

{ word count } — 4.2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smut

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the air was thick, a mix, a stench more like it of alcohol and tobacco flooded rhea’s nostrils, a cloud of smoke fluttered  across her cheeks from an unknown and quite frankly intoxicated party goer, reeking of cheap whiskey and menthol, the scents alone caused no harm, but the combination of the almost vinegary scent of the cheap drink along with the pungent, and quite frankly overpowering mintiness of the menthol made her eyes water, desperately trying to suppress herself from dry-heaving. god, why does liv need to go above and beyond with her parties? they’d become meaningless in rhea’s eyes, just another year closer to death she always says, why would you feel the need to celebrate something so morbid?

rhea let her eyes tiredly scan liv’s kitchen, the room looked more like a barren wasteland than a place she could drunkenly cook breakfast in the morning, empty bottles and cups strewn across the floor, vodka spilling out from the closest one beside her feet as she tried her best to not ruin her shoes with the substance. a pizza box with the contents half eaten inside, an inebriated couple doing what she could assume was making out behind the counter, although she did not witness much kissing in the second she had made eye contact, more like clashing teeth and absentminded face sucking it seemed. 

her ears began to ring from the sheer loudness of the music, it wasn’t an exhilarating ring you’d like the one you’d get during a concert, but more of a banshees shrill directly into her eardrums. she turned the corner into the living room, to find it more populated by inhabitants of the party, rhea was certain that she did not even recognise or know about ninety percent of the partygoers, maybe a handful at most, liv’s house almost about to burst at the seams from the amount of drunken bodies squished so tightly into one room. 

she met the eyes of a partially drunk dominik, the youngest of her quartet slumped against the wall furthest from the crowd, eyes sunken with a drunken stupor, slowly batting in and out of sleep. a sober and steadier damian priest keeping a watchful eye over the judgment day’s protégé. rhea made her way towards them, keeping her side firmly pressed against the wall so as to not get lost in the crowd of intoxicated bodies.

damian met her gaze with a soft nod in acknowledgment, opting to stay silent rather than strain his voice with screaming over the blare of music and chatter. he motioned for dominik to do the the same, offering a light tap to the back of the boy’s head in encouragement and more to rouse him out of his intoxicated state. dominik stared up at rhea, eyes glassed over and bloodshot with inebriation, his head craned forward slightly with a small nod before slumping back against the wall.

“have you seen y/n anywhere?” she questioned through a yell, despite having leaned into priest’s ear. the tallest of the three, furrowed his brows at the question, almost trying to comprehend the words that had just left rhea’s lips. 

“wasn’t she with you?” damien queried, the deep rumble of his voice seemed to match the bass of the music 

“wasn’t she in the kitchen with liv?” dominik slurred, trying to stand before damian shoved him back down by the shoulder, a silent warning to keep still until he sobered up.

“i was just in the kitchen.” rhea retorted, her accent becoming more predominant and thick the more her anger and impatience swelled within her. 

“what are we talking about?” an all too eager finn balor chimed in, that irish charm rang thick in his accent. hands full with whiskey, handing one to each member aside dominik, who gave a sour scowl, clearly not amused at the way he’s been cut off from the drink. damian, annoyed with having to play chaperone to the youngest, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

“do you know where y/n is?” rhea responded with a dull, annoyed tone in her voice. “i’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes”

“wasn’t she with you?” finn quipped with a puzzled expression. 

“no.” rhea fumed, impatience burning inside her veins. 

the irishman pondered in thought for a moment, pressing his shoulder into the wall as a group of stumbling drunks passed him by. rhea grew anxious at the prospect of her love being lost in a crowd of drink-fueled idiots, though her exterior remained cold and stubborn. 

“out with it!-“ the sheer magnitude of rhea’s voice was enough to bring dominik out of his drunken stupor for a moment, the youngest butting the back of his head against the wall he’d been resting it on. a groan of pain followed, priest’s usually calloused demeanor broken for a second as he tried to stifle his giggles at poor dominik’s pain.

“alright, alright. don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, jesus.” finn resumed his train of thought, practially unfazed by rhea’s impatient mutterings.

“oh yeah, i remember now.” finn clicked his fingers all too chipperly upon his remembrance. “last i saw out in the yard with liv. by the pool i think.”

“thank you” rhea remarked, downing the drink before handing, well rather tossing the cup back at finn, who, along with priest and dominik stood perplexed. watching her squeeze through the sea of bodies.

“what’s her problem?” dominik questioned wearily, finally coming out of his beer and whiskey fueled haze.

“i’d rather not find out…” damian sighed, eyeing the now empty bottom of his drink.

finn gave a small sigh in contemplation, effectively choosing to ignore rhea’s attitude for the time being

“well, i don’t know about you lads but i’m getting me another drink” 

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rhea kept silent, shoving her way through the plethora of bodies, offering those who dared to question her motives a piercing glare. the glass sliding door glimmering with fairy lights strung loosely over the top frame, whatever she could make of the outside reminded her of an oasis. she could make out your figure through the smoke haze of the fog machine, she’d recognise your figure anywhere. she reached the door, peering out into the dead of night, the only light was from the living room, projecting out into the crystal blue of the pool. 

there you sat at the edge of the pool, feet lazily swishing the water. your body only shielded from the gaze of others with a tight black, micro bikini. rhea cocked her eyebrows at the ensemble, noticing that it was definitely not the outfit you’d worn when arriving. the faith you’d put in that piece of cloth was astronomical. your breasts barely covered, bar your nipples, so full and round, the string keeping the piece together was holding on by a literal thread. her eyes traveled down reaching the axis of your hip, having to squint her eyes to even make out the matching thong. your perky ass in full view and on display for all onlookers to see. 

rhea envisioned a scenario in her mind. the ensemble would burst at the seams, falling off your body like nothing more than a feather. your full breasts spilling out of the fabric, bouncing with their movements, so supple and soft. your pretty cunt bare and exposed, ready to accept punishment from her tongue and fingers. the buildup of wetness and arousal between rhea’s thighs just from the sight alone was almost too much to ignore, just to hear your sweet moans and pleas as she devoured your sweet pussy in front of everyone would definitely be a sight to behold. it was the perfect excuse and rhea needed the fresh air anyway.

the aroused trance faded for a moment as she came to. rhea gazed further into the night, further into you. another figure swam idly t your feet. the birthday girl had emerged from the watery depths, resting her head upon your thigh. liv’s eyes stared lustfully into yours, her lips eerily close to your clothed cunt, rhea observed the way you squirmed slightly whenever liv seemed to mutter out a sentence. your hand nestled in the blonde’s hair, massaging lightly, a playful glimmer in your eyes. 

despite the shine of blue from the pool, rhea saw red. you were too sweet and naive to notice but rhea clearly understood liv’s lustful intentions, despite the two of you being friends. rhea kept her demeanor calm for the most part, trying to quell her anger whilst it boiled deep inside her chest. she stormed outside, almost certain she’d ripped the door clean off its hinges. she made a beeline for you, paying no mind to the birthday girl, she grabbed your wrist as you hastily tried to wrap a towel around your lower half and retrieve your clothing.

“rhea, what are you?-“

“we’re leaving.” rhea remarked bluntly, dragging you away.

“i’ll talk to you tomorrow liv!” you shouted through the middle of music and crowd noise, leaving the poor blonde alone in the pool. 

rhea dragged you around to the side entrance, she did not want anymore unwanted eyes on the body she’d rightfully claimed as her own to stare at. 

“hey! where are we going!?” you retaliated, trying to pry your arm from your girlfriend's grasp. she remained silent, a scowl permanent on her lips. 

you’d made it to the car with much defiance on your part. she opened the door, practically throwing you in the passenger seat with a disgruntled groan. quickly taking her position in the driver's seat.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you seethed at the fiery aussie, who merely stared dead at the road, knuckles gripped tightly, flushed bone white  against the leather of the steering wheel.

“hello?!-“

“why you gotta dress like a little whore around liv? you know she’s got the hots for you, princess” 

“is that really your problem,” you scoffed  “liv is just a friend and i can dress however i want it’s my body”

rhea’s hand released from the steering wheel, sneaking under the towel to tightly grip your exposed, still damp thigh. her strength alone sent a shiver down your spine and a thump of arousal straight to your core.

“princess…” she began. her eyes never leaving the road but her fingers creeping up to the string of the thong, toying with it between her fingertips

“i know your body better than anyone. i know how you feel, the way you taste, the way you liked to be manhandled and fucked out. i know things that liv only wished she knew”

you rolled your eyes at rhea’s statement, pretending that her words had no effect on you, despite the blush burning hot against your cheeks. her fingers caressing the skin of your hip with featherlight touches.

“so..?” you remarked, trying not to stutter through your words. “you don’t own me”

rhea gave a half hearted chuckle at your words

“oh sweetheart, but i do” she began. “who puts that pretty cunt to sleep at night? who makes you gush like a waterfall? who leaves you begging and screaming for more. it certainly ain’t liv” 

a satisfied smirked crossed rheas lips, acting all proud as if she’s won the argument, if you’d even call it that, her fingers released the string with a tight snap against you skin, the feeling sent shockwaves to your core. rhea couldn’t help but let her eyes fall off the road for a moment, to your breasts again as she did by the pool, how they bounced and jiggled with every bump and dip in the road. if she weren’t driving right now she’d rip that microscopic piece of fabric right off your form.

“you’re so insufferable” you mumbled to yourself, loud enough for her to hear, folding your arms across your chest.

“you won’t be saying that when my head is buried between your thighs, sweetheart” 

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the rest of the drive home was met with disgruntled silence from both of you. rhea pulled up into the driveway in silence. only a glance on her part that allowed you to exit the car. you did albeit meekly with some retaliation, only for her glare to harden. she followed you up the stairs, grinding her hips against yours as you reached the front door, her hands held a death grip on your waist as you shakily fiddled with the keys.

“hurry up princess, don’t keep mommy waiting now” 

you gulped thickly feeling her hands trail up your waist as you hastily unlocked the door. you entered, desperately trying to make a beeline for your bedroom but rhea held you back for a moment, kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot. 

“hold on a second.” she ordered. keeping you grounded in your position momentarily. her fingers twirled the corner of the towel haphazardly tucked into itself, keeping a shield between your body and hers. she ripped it from your form with haste, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.

she inspected your body for a moment, letting her hands roam your form, squeezing and groping your supple flesh in her palms.

“such a pretty little get up” she remarked at the two-piece. her hands coming up to cup your breasts in her large palms, feeling your nipples harder under the still-damp fabric. 

“and why didn’t i get to see you in it first? why did you have to parade yourself in it for all those people to see, like a little whore?” rhea hummed against your skin, sucking and nipping the skin in the crook of your neck.

“i..” you mumbled through a moan as rhea’s hands grew more aggressive.

“c’mon, use your words like a big girl,” she teased, pinching your nipples through the fabric.

“i…i wanted to surprise you mommy…” you lied through your teeth. you just wanted the attention. rhea always gave you the utmost love and attention, but you wanted to experience it from strangers, feel their unknown eyes wandering your body, so hungry for a taste they’ll never get to try. you got off on it and you knew that secretly rhea did as well. 

“hmm, sure you did princess” her lips popped against your skin, a reddish mark left in their wake, one that would take days to heal. she snapped the strap of the bikini top against your skin, earning a harsh hiss on your part. 

“upstairs.” she commanded. following you close as you trudged up the stairs, arousal pooling between your thighs. she pushed you into the bed harshly, already positioning herself between your thighs. your fingers hooked into the string of your thong to pry them down for her before she swatted your hand away with a rough slap.

“keep ‘em on” 

you obeyed.

she licked a hot stripe against the fabric. the faint feeling of her tongue pressed against your covered clit had you shivering. she gave soft kisses to your core, tonguing the flesh around your clit, bypassing your sensitive pearl each time. you whined in frustration, wanting her to just devour your cunt.

“what?” she smirked. “you didn’t think i was gonna play nice with you after that stunt you pulled back there?”

you went pale at the thought. rhea was never ever liberal with her punishments.

“oh sweetheart. i’m gonna have so much fun with you” 

she undid the ties to the thong. the small bows at your hips fell with ease. her slender fingers prying at the fabric, your cunt slick with arousal, leaving a damp spot in the material. you heard her hum in contentment, her tongue jutting out past her bottom lip, the glimmer of her tongue piercing just barely visible under the dull moonlight bleeding from the small cracks in the blinds.

“so wet for me…” she remarked, although her voice lowered, a growl almost present in her words. she kneeled before you, hooking her arms underneath your knees. dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. she marveled at the sight between your thighs, your cunt drenched, dripping with sweetness and warmth, she smirked to herself, knowing that it was indeed her doing. 

with no warning she dived in, the cool sensation of her tongue piercing made you shiver as the metal made contact with your sensitive clit. she maintained eye contact throughout, those piercing blues staring directly into your soul as she devoured you. her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and nibbling at your swollen pearl. maybe you should flirt with liv more often if this were to be your punishment. 

your hand fell into her hair, tugging at the dyed, coal black roots, pushing her head down so her tongue could fuck you senseless. she smiled into your warmth at the action, opting to accentuate your pleasure. she pulled away from your warmth for a second to speak, her breath heavy and labored. 

“such a pretty girl, you love getting off on mommy’s tongue don’t you?” she cooed, keeping her lips close to your clit, peppering gentle, featherlight kisses to your outer walls each time you squirmed into yourself.

“yes mommy” you panted breathlessly, groping your breasts absentmindedly. she gave another soft smile, returning her head between your thighs, this time with the addition of two fingers, her middle and ring fingers. as she tongued your clit, slowly, making sure you could feel the metal of her piercing with each swirl, she added her fingers, beginning to spread your folds and fill your void with ease. 

she would not go easy on you, oh no. despite her trickery, leading you into a false sense of security before she absolutely wrecked you. her tongue flicked your clit in rapid succession, her fingers pumping and curling deep inside your cunt. she kept her eyes on you, how you’d squeeze and toy with your breasts, the flesh now free from the miniscule restraint of the bikini top, pierced nipples now on display. rhea’s free hand came up to tug on one of the piercings, twirling the black bar between her thumb and forefinger, adoring the way you squirmed and whined at the new sensation.

“thats it you dumb little girl, fuck yourself on my fingers for me”

rhea could taste how close you were, how your cunt throbbed around her fingers, how your swollen clit twitched with every movement of her tongue. her spit spread across your folds and inner thighs, sweetness forming a pool in the bedsheets below. you could not hold out much longer, the pleasure was far too much for you to handle. you tried your best to refrain, to stop the flood gates from opening, and you knew there would be consequences if you were to cum without her permission. 

“m-mommy-” you whimpered through choked moans, hips circling so your clit could receive more friction from her tongue. 

“yes, baby” she hummed into your clit. her words buzzed against your skin, leaving you numb in pleasure, afraid to spill over. you held out for a moment, trying to come to but your words would not leave your throat, seemingly trapped like concrete in your chest.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” she queried, the twang of her australian accent running thick as she moaned into you. you nodded, far too hastily for you own liking. you would have liked to hold out for a moment or two longer, just for the feeling of her tongue but you couldn’t wait much more.

“then cum. show me how much of a good, obedient girl you can be” 

you heeded her words, sweetness gushing like a fountain from between your thigh prompted by her. she smiled into you, drinking you in as if it were her first taste of heaven. and in heaven she was, she pried her fingers from your warmth, returning her hands under your thighs once more, dragging you closer so she could fuck you deeper with her tongue, 

she’d left your thighs shaking upon coming down from your high, breathless and sopping wet as you tried to regain yourself. she silently excused herself to the closet, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm thoughts for a moment or two, staring up at the ceiling you noticed the small chips of paint beginning to flake and the thin cracks around the lighting fixture, something you hadn’t really picked up on before. not that it mattered. 

rhea soon returned, standing in front of you, her body bare, the only concealed parts of her skin were those covered in ink. her tattoos suited her frame so well, bringing character to an otherwise blank canvas. in her hand she held a harness and your favorite dildo. it was a simple, sleek design, black silicone with little purple hearts encased on the mold, roughly about eight inches in length and roughly five inches in girth. one that she had used on you many times beforehands. 

you watched on silently as she prepared herself, her body hovering over yours as she fastened the toy into the harness. her breath labored slightly as she teased your folds with the tip of the toy, pressing it rather harshly against your swollen clit, a whimpered breath left your lips at the action.

“you gonna be a good little whore for mommy?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow playfully as she stared you down, jutting her hips forward, the tip of the dildo grinding against your entrance. you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure once again rising between your thighs as her hips guided the toy across your clit.

“uh ah, sweetheart” she slapped your cheek lightly, rousing your eyes open. 

“look at me” she demanded, taking you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. she repeated her phrase. emphasizing each word that left her lips with a pause

“y-yes mommy…” you whimpered meekly, feeling her grip on your chin loosen. a smirk creeped upon her cheeks, sliding the toy deep inside without warning. a choked gasp left your throat, feeling the dildo fully succumbed inside your warmth, to the point where you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin harness.

“oh fuck, baby. look how well you take it” she forced your head to look down at yourself. how your cunt clenched around the thick toy, how it bobbed in and out of your warmth complemented by rhea’s thrusts. 

“god…if i had a cock i would breed this pathetic cunt day and night” rhea’s growls resonated in the surrounding silence, echoing in your ears with such devilish praise. her body hovered over yours, securing you against the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every thrust she gave. you angled your head up slightly, the tip of your tongue barely grazing against her perky nipples, the buds swollen and hard from the chill of the midnight air. 

rhea hissed in delight at the sensation, in response, her hips gave a rather hard thrusts, a whirlwind of moans fluttered from your lips. she let her head fall between the valley of your breasts, licking a hot stroke up your skin, sucking and nipping the area and the surrounding mounds of flesh, marking you up with lustful bruises, all in varying shades of purple and pink. she let her lips trail to your right nipple, kissing the sensitive, pierced flesh lightly before biting down on it, tugging the bar between her teeth, letting her tongue roll over your nipple, leaving a glossy wet trail in its wake.

“oh baby, you look so fucking good. you love getting dumbfucked don’t you, my sweetheart? there’s not a thought in that empty head of yours is there?”

her words mocking yet falling on deaf ears and very much so. there was nothing on your mind other than achieving orgasm. rhea fucked you so well that it made you legs weak, your mind grew hazy and rotten with all the filthy ways she could ruin you. rhea could sense your impending orgasm, opting to hook a leg over your shoulder, pressing down deep into you, feeling the tip of the toy hit your cervix with such delicious force.

“oh sweetie, you gonna cum? oh i know you do, just look at the way your pretty cunt throbs for me”

you felt a moan catch in your throat, your cunt so swollen and overstimulated, not just from the toy but from her tongue also. orgasm teetering in the edge of release

“mommy please! oh fuck yes- make me cum, mommy!” 

rhea increased the speed of her thrusts, her own cunt soppy and dripping with sweetness. 

“make a mess for mommy, baby. show me how a good girl cums”

you released, sweetness gushing like nectar from between your thighs. it’s a pity rhea couldn’t taste you for a second time, but watching you cum all over her makeshift cock was good enough for her. rhea pulled out of you, spurts of your warmth still squirting from you each time your cunt clenched and pulsed. she left you breathless, unable to speak for a moment. 

“such a good girl” rhea praised, quickly removing the harness and the toy, throwing it to the floor beside the bed, before resting herself atop the headboard.

“now…” she began, tugging you lightly by the hair, leaving your head positioned between her thick, inked thighs.

“come give mommy a kiss”

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