#Rhea Ripley fanfiction

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The Assistant's Heart

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: When the idea of Rhea getting a personal assistant, she was against the idea. Then, she saw your CV and you got the job.

Rhea Ripley, the fierce WWE fighter known for her strength and determination, found herself in a new position as she welcomed a new assistant into her life. 

The assistant, a young woman, you, was eager to learn from Rhea and help her with daily tasks both inside and outside the ring.

At first, Rhea was sceptical of having an assistant, thinking she could handle everything on her own. 

However, as she spent more time with you, she realized that having someone by her side made her life easier and more pleasant. You brought a new sense of organization and efficiency to Rhea's chaotic schedule, allowing her to focus more on her wrestling career.

Having a very impressive CV, you were delighted when you received the call saying you got the job.

You spent about two hours just smiling.

As you two grew closer, Rhea noticed a spark between you that she couldn't ignore. 

Your kind heart and gentle spirit drew Rhea in, and before long, their professional relationship blossomed into something more. 

You began to notice the changes in yourself the moment you two were locked into her home.

The weather outside was an absolute mess.

You decided it would be best to stay at hers.

Perhaps it was when she gave you her shirt to sleep in.

Or when you two stayed on her couch with her dogs.

You weren't sure.

But you ended the night in her arms, under her covers, with her lips on yours.

Despite the challenges you faced as a same-sex couple in the wrestling world, Rhea and you stood strong together, supporting each other through thick and thin.

Many of her fans also supported you, and they were a lot louder than the haters.

It warmed your heart. Seeing all the comments about your love. 

Your love story became an inspiration to many, showing that love knows no bounds and can conquer any obstacle. 

Your bond only grew stronger with each passing day, thickening your commitment to each other.

In the end, Rhea Ripley and her assistant-turned-lover proved that love is love, no matter who you are or where you come from. 

Your story served as a beacon of hope and blessing, showing the world that true love always finds a way to shine through, even in the most unexpected of places.

[visionarymode]

Let Loose

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: rhea ripley x female reader

✧ word count: 1,978

The door swung open making you jolt in your spot on the bench as Rhea walked in. 

“You scared me,” you breathed out as she laughed at your stunned reaction. 

“Sorry babe,” she laughed as she swung one of her legs over the bench to sit across from you. “What’re you up to?” she asked as she hooked her finger under her layered necklaces. 

“Just scrolling on the socials. That video of you last week went viral,” you giggled. 

“Oh God, what video?” she laughed back as she scooted closer to peek over your phone. You pulled up the three-second video of her mid-match, casually yet seductively licking her fingers. 

“Oh that one…” she grinned, tilting her head up to watch you keep your eyes on the screen as it continued to replay. 

“Stare a little harder huh?” she teased, nudging your arm. You looked up to meet her pretty smile as you rolled your eyes. 

“You knew what you were doing, do you know how nasty that looks?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. 

“No,” she replied with a shrug. 

“Rhea,” you laughed at her as she crossed her arms. 

“That’s nasty?” she sarcastically asked with another smirk. 

“This doesn’t look nasty to you?” you mimicked her actions as you wiped your bottom lip and stuck out your tongue to lick your middle fingers. Her grin widened as she eyed your mouth in action, making your skin tingle. 

“No…that was hot,” she complimented as you shook your head, proceeding to get up from the bench and over to the mirror a few feet away. 

“By the way, it was more like this…” she softly spoke up again as you watched her through the mirror, leaning over on the bench as she stuck out her tongue, slowly slicking up her fingers with that same sinister smile of hers. 

“You play too much,” you swallowed the hitch in your throat as you played it off, continuing to grab your brush out of your bag to fix your hair. 

“You don’t play enough,” she bantered again. You couldn’t tell if she was playing around like she always did or if she was genuinely flirting by the way she kept flaunting these comments. 

“What do you mean?” you chimed in. 

“You’re too serious. You need to let loose a little,” she spoke up again as she got up from the bench. 

“I need to let loose? And how would I do that?” 

“You could just let me show you…” she trailed off as you caught her checking you out in the mirror. She looked so good with her all-black fit and cute low bun. She looked even more stunning with the way she was eyeing you. 

“Rhea…” you raised your brows with a little giggle, kneeling in front of the mirror to put the hairbrush back in the bag before you heard the lock on the door. You stood back up and watched her lean against the door with the cutest smirk, making your cheeks flush. 

“What are you doing?” you nervously chuckled again. 

“Don’t act stupid now…” she softly spoke as she walked over to you. You felt your feet stick to the floor. Your eyes never left hers in the mirror as you felt her body heat against yours. You deeply inhaled through your nose as her hands slid on your hips ever so slowly. 

“I know you’ve been fantasizing about mami…” she whispered. 

“…because mami’s been fantasizing about you…” her fingertips slightly brushed against your skin because of your short shorts. 

“Rhea this is cra-” you stopped yourself as she pulled you closer by the hips to the point your ass was all up on her. 

“You talk way too much…” she cut you off as she brushed your hair over your right shoulder exposing your neck as her hands trailed up against your body, your tank top slightly lifting with the risky push of her fingers. 

“Tell me you don’t want this…” she whispered, her eyes still fixated on yours as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the left side of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as she did it again, this time with more tongue as she swirled her warm moisture around your skin. 

“We’re in the locker room th-they could come-“ 

“Nobody’s gonna come…except you,” she purred again. She grabbed your jaw, forcing you to turn around and meet her consuming, loving eyes. She kept her grip on your jaw as her thumb caressed your cheek. 

“Let loose…” she whispered again. Her eyes stayed fixated on your glossy lips before she raised her brow with that taunting grin again before you gave in and crashed your lips on hers.

You let out a satisfied moan as she slipped her tongue inside, allowing you to suck on it as she moved your hair out of your face. Your mouths grew hungrier as the kiss became sloppier, your tongues slipping and sliding against each other with every turn of your heads. Her right hand slithered down your side making your skin tingle as she sneakily snaked it further down and around your ass. Your heavy breaths escalated as you fought over who’s tongue to suck. You ran that same leg up her own to lift and allow her more leverage as she squeezed your ass tighter. 

“Jump beautiful…” she whispered, using both hands to scoop your ass. You gasped as she pinned you against the same mirror you shared those flirtatious glances. Your lips didn’t break contact as the impassioned kiss slowed down a bit. She purposely took her time sucking on your tongue as your fingers wrapped around her neck. 

“You taste so good…” she whispered as you both stuck out your tongues to obsessively lick the other. You bit your lip as her right hand started to delicately stroke your left leg. 

“Can I taste a little more?” she asked in a hushed tone, her eyes never leaving your saliva-stained lips. Her hand dragged up to the hem of your shorts as she teasingly pulled on them. 

“Mhm…” you nodded as she grinned at your response. With your legs still wrapped around her waist she walked back over to the open space in the room. You shared another sloppy kiss as she dropped down to her knees, gently laying you on the carpeted floor. 

“Not as comfy as a bed but…” she trailed off with a smile as she rubbed her hands up your thighs and slid your shorts off. 

“Can barely notice,” you whispered back as you bucked your hips up, pulling her hand onto your damped panties to get a feel of what she’s done to you already. 

“You’re so wet huh?” she teased as she rubbed the pads of her fingers in circles over your clothes mess. You longingly nodded again as you picked on her blank tank top and she quickly got the hint as she sexily slid it off her head. You didn’t mean to moan out loud at the sight of her breasts spilling but it was too late as she giggled at your vulnerability. 

“You love to fucking tease don’t you?” you asked with a shudder as she slid her tongue along your sensitive neck. She dragged it further down your breasts to leave little love bites. 

“Is it that obvious?” she joked as she sloppily kissed your stomach, lifting your top and you helped her by hurriedly slipping it off. You were tired of the slow pace and her torturous teasing so you abruptly grabbed her face back to yours and pushed your hungry tongue back in her just as needy mouth. Your hands fell from her cheeks and down to your laced panties as you slipped them off. She didn’t notice until you broke the kiss and dangled it in front of her face making her lick her lips. 

“Let loose…” you mocked before she laughed and fell between your thighs and moaned at your visible sticky and soaked mess. Your eyes shut at her warm tongue gliding in between your inner thighs, the cold feel of her rings making you tremble in her touch. 

“Fuck…” you whined as she purposely kissed around your folds before she abruptly flicked them open with her tongue and flattened it between them. She moaned as she ever so slowly took her time with that first lick, an almost evil laugh erupting as she watched you arch your back. She lapped her tongue at a quicker pace, her lips never leaving your pussy as she let her tongue do all the moving. The sound of her savory and dedicated tongue deep in your moistness filled the room making you moan even louder. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” you cried out as she continued to make out with your lower lips. 

“You taste so fucking good love…” you heard her mumble with her sexy accent as she continued to messily and audibly spit between your folds making you even wetter. She pulled your thighs on her shoulders making you tighten them around her head but she didn’t care. Your fingers found her hair as she spit inside you again, this time letting the spit fall further down before she flattened her tongue and lapped it up to your clit. 

“Oh my goooood Rhea…” you loudly gasped again as she ran her black painted nails up and down your bare thighs. 

“Like that baby?” she mumbled as another loud, wet, sloppy sound was heard and felt between your thighs as she sucked on you like it was her last meal on earth. 

“Yessssss oh my fuuuuck,” you moaned as your fingers pulled on her hair making her viscously shake her head between your thighs as she practically motor-boated your pussy. You felt heat pool your lower back as your eyes fluttered, feeling your climax upon you as her thumb traced over your clit in soft circles. 

“Cum on my tongue gorgeous…” she whispered, looking up at you losing your mind at her frantic licks. 

“I’m-I’m gon-“ you moaned with ragged gasps as you bucked your hips up again to ride her face. 

“Mhm…mhm…” she coached in mumbles with satisfaction as she sucked harder, faster, louder until you couldn’t take anymore and screamed out her name one last name, not giving a single care as to who would hear you, and came all in her mouth. Your back fell back down to the floor as your legs fondled her upper back and she didn’t stop licking until she slurped every drop of your cum. Your eyes fluttered back open as your pants were now the loudest noise in the room. You looked down at her scrunched eyes as she grinned, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb. She cupped your chin, watching you gasp once more as she scooped up your leftover nectar onto her fingers. She stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers the exact way she did in that video from earlier making you satisfyingly grin back.

“Still nasty?” she teased as she sucked on her coated fingers a little extra making you giggle with arousal. You pushed her on the floor to your side as you crawled on top of her. 

“Still nasty…” you whispered as you rocked your hips into a slow grind making her grope your ass cheeks. 

“Look at you…letting loose,” she whispered while sucking on your tongue. Another airy moan escaped you as she kissed further down your neck and chest before a loud knock was heard on the door. 

“Why’s the door locked? Anybody in there?” 

“Occupied!” Rhea yelled as she covered your mouth with giggles. 

“Rhea?!” your jaw dropped as you tried to sit up before she pulled you back down with a hand around your neck. 

“Where are you going? Mami’s not done with you,” she whispered with a spank. 

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Speak up

Warnings: mommy kink, edging to overstimulation, manhandling, hair pulling, choking, praise, strap (reader receiving)… I think that’s abt it

thank you to @babybatlover for the idea!!!!

Your moans are shaky and unrestrained as you beg Rhea yet again to just let you cum. “Baby-Rhea- pleaseee!” But, your hungry little whines appeal to Rhea’s sadistic side and she just chuckles lowly, swatting your hand away and continue to kiss and lick and your exposed chest. Rhea was too good with her fingers you mused hazily as she once again hit your g-spot your back bowing off the bed in response. “You can take it sweetheart.” She smirks down at you, the simple action has you biting your lip in need. “My good girl, yeah?” The rumble of her aussie accent has your legs opening just a tiny bit more, allowing her more access to your dripping core. “So fucking easy.” Rhea chides nipping at your collar bone as a giggle slips past your parted lips. Putting on your best pout you look down at her, simpering at the sight of her pleasuring you. “I need you so bad.” You whisper delicately, batting your eyelashes in a ploy to rile her up. 

Rhea was sure you’d be the death of her. 

Especially when the accompanying noise that she drug out of you was so desperate she decided to give you what you wanted. You let out a shriek as she hoisted you closer to her. The effortless display of strength turning you on more than you’d ever admit to her. “Is that a yes- Oh…” you sighed happily as Rhea slipped her strap inside of your gushing cunt. Rhea grinned at your stupefied expression, gripping the sides of your supple hips to pull you easily back down onto her cock.

“This what you needed hmm?” Rhea purrs, moaning as your fingernails dragged down her back. No doubt leaving marks that she’d gladly parade around. “Ye-yeah- oh my goodddd!” Your satisfied mewl only eggs Rhea on as she increases the speed of her hips. “You’re so fucking hot.” Rhea bites out, each word punctuated by a passionate thrust that had you reeling. Your whole body trembles at the confident dominance that Rhea had over you. On their own accord, your legs wrapped around her waist in an attempt to have her even closer to you. “Such a pretty girl,” Rhea continues, her voice still seductively low. A sweet surprised gasp leaves you as her lips ghost along your neck. “My pretty girl.” She clarifies, as her free hand snakes down to play with your clit. 

You swear you see stars at this, your mouth hanging open in filthy pleasure. You’re vaguely aware of the pleased raspy hum Rhea lets out at your state, too wrapped up in her skilled hands that are playing your body so easily. It was like you were made for her. And in her eyes, you were. So as you rocked your hips against her, she paid little mind to the smaller sobs you let out until you said it. “Mommy-hahh-please fuck me…” You froze, your keen trailing off in self consciousness until you looked up at Rhea’s face. Her pupils were fully blown as she looked down at you with a renewed lust. 

“What did you call me?” Rhea murmurs huskily. A darkened look of possessive need covering her sharp features. Her hand trails up to your throat and squeezes addictively. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hand resting on top of hers as you flounder for your answer. Rhea quirks her brow at your silence, slowing her hips to a lazy grind. You let out a breathy cry at the loss of stimulation, biting your lip once more as Rhea cups your mandible, tipping your chin up to look at her. 

“Speak up gorgeous,” she says sickeningly sweet as she presses several insistent kisses on any skin she can reach. “And mommy just might fuck you so good that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Your mouth drops open at her filthy words. The moan that leaves you is absolutely pornographic, and it takes all the restraint that Rhea has to not fuck you until you writhed completely dumb beneath her. 

“I..fuck Rhea…” you trail off embarrassed, your face is bright red and your pathetic whimpers have her grinning down to you. “Say it.” She says quietly, licking a stripe of your neck with a sultriness that has you choking out a low plea. “Mommy,” you moan out brokenly at she starts to thrust into you again. “Oh-holy fuckkkk.” You wail as Rhea presses closer to you, caging her strong arms around you. “There we fucking go,” Rhea grins against your neck, her hand on the inside of your thigh keeping your legs spread wide for her. “So wet for me too.” Rhea hums. You nod vigorously wrapping your arms around her neck as your smile warbles unabashed. “All for you mommy.” You hiccup. Your back arches as she pulls your hips back into hers. “God that’s fucking sexy.” Rhea groans eagerly, the precise push of her hips leaving you breathless.

“Please-please ‘m gonna cum” your shy whines have Rhea whining needily into your chest. The tightened coil of arousal that is swirling in your belly is so close to snapping, and with the dirty talk that’s being cooed to you pushes you closer to the edge. “Then come on mommy’s cock baby,” Rhea drawls, dragging her lips across yours. “Make a mess for me to clean up.” You cry out achingly as you cum, chanting Rhea’s name over and over. 

You barely come down from your high as Rhea flips you over dragging your cunt towards her face. Your lip trembles as she begins to lick at your clit. “Rhea?” You gasp out surprised trying to move your hips away from her mouth. She smirks up at you, and you moan at her debauched state, her lips already glistening. “Oh no sweetheart,” Rhea purrs once more, licking around your clit and into your fluttering hole. You yelp at the overstimulation, your hands threading into her long hair. 

“Mommy’s not done with you yet.”

[rootedinrevisions]

Jealousy in Motion

SUMMARY: Tired of waiting for Damian and Rhea to make their moves, you and Jey decide to stir things up with a little game of jealousy. What starts as harmless flirting at a club quickly turns into a night of heated glances and rising tension.

WARNINGS: Teasing, Alcohol Use

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

OTHER PART(S): PART 2

TAG LIST: @miss-kuki-nz I @just-another-personal-side-blog I @caramara3 I @yana3sworld I @terrortwinunicorn I @hotwheels1108

The backstage area of the arena buzzed with the usual pre-show energy—wrestlers preparing for their matches, production staff rushing around, and the distant hum of the crowd filtering in through the walls. 

You found yourself leaning against a storage crate backstage, your eyes drifting to Damian as he finished lacing his boots. The sight of him—tall, imposing, tattoos snaking across his arms and shoulders and back to his back—always sent a thrill through you. He was magnetic, and you had been caught in his orbit for months now. But as you watched him, the ache of wanting more twisted in your chest.

"Ready for tonight?" you asked your voice light, hoping to catch his attention. 

Damian looked up, his expression as casual as ever. He offered a half-smirk, nodding. “Always am. You?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool even though your heart wasn’t in it. “Yeah, feeling good. Maybe I’ll catch your match later, see what you beat up Dom.”

He chuckled, that deep, resonant sound that always sent shivers down your spine. “Yeah? I’ll make sure to put on a show for you, then.”

It was the same banter you’d had a hundred times. Light, playful, but never deeper. You’d heard a few people backstage gossip about how Damian seemed to have eyes for you—how he was different when you were around. But standing here now, you weren’t so sure. If he did have feelings, he never showed it in a way that mattered.

You glanced around, checking to see if anyone was nearby. Then you stepped a little closer, just close enough that your arm brushed against his as you leaned in. “You know,” you started, your voice a little lower, “I’ve been thinking...”

He raised an eyebrow, his attention still on you but with the same calm, unreadable expression he always had. “About?”

You hesitated for a beat, trying to gauge his reaction before continuing. “About how...maybe we could hang out outside of work. You know, not just...the usual.”

There it was—your not-so-subtle hint. You felt the tension rise between you, hoping he’d finally catch on.

But Damian just chuckled again, brushing it off like it was nothing. “We hang out all the time,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms. “Just hung out with you last night, didn’t I?”

You swallowed the disappointment that settled in your stomach. Yeah, last night. When he’d snuck into your hotel room after his match, spent the night with you, and then slipped out before anyone could see. The same routine you’d been doing for three or four months. But it wasn’t enough anymore—not for you, anyway.

“Right,” you murmured, forcing a smile. “Just last night.”

You took a step back, crossing your arms as you tried to shake off the frustration that was building. Every time you hinted at the idea of something more, it was like he didn’t get it—or maybe he didn’t want to get it. And now you were starting to think that the rumors, all the whispers about him being into you, were just that: rumors.

It wasn’t that Damian wasn’t kind or caring—he was, in his own way. But you wanted more than secret rendezvous and stolen moments behind closed doors. You wanted to be his. His girlfriend. Not just the girl he came to when he needed to blow off steam.

“You know,” you started again, your voice quieter now, “sometimes I feel like I’m just your dirty little secret.”

Damian’s eyes flickered with something—surprise, maybe. But he quickly masked it with that same casual demeanor, shrugging it off like it didn’t matter. “Come on, don’t say that,” he said, offering you a grin. “You know it’s not like that.”

But you weren’t so sure anymore. You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you realized he wasn’t going to get it—not tonight, maybe not ever. “Right. It’s not like that.”

You turned away, trying to put some distance between you before the sting of rejection hit too hard. You were stuck in this endless cycle—always wanting more, always hoping he’d step up and make things real. But as the weeks that turned into months had dragged on, it was becoming painfully clear that maybe you were just the secret he kept from everyone else.

Damian stepped closer, his hand gently grazing your arm. “Hey, don’t get in your head about it. You know I care about you.”

You nodded, but the words didn’t hit the way you wanted them to. You knew he cared—but was it enough?

With one last glance at him, you gave a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah. I know.”

But deep down, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep pretending that was enough.

The low hum of chatter echoed through the hallway as you made your way backstage after your match. The adrenaline from the night still coursed through your veins, but it wasn’t the excitement of the crowd or the rush of getting another win that had you on edge. It was Damian. Or rather, the frustrating conversation from earlier in the evening that had been bugging you ever since.

As you turned the corner, you spotted your friend Jey Uso leaning against a crate, his eyes locked down the hall where Rhea Ripley was doing an interview with Cathy Kelly. A smirk tugged at your lips as you sauntered over, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Not gonna make your move?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jey’s gaze didn’t leave Rhea, but he smiled, shaking his head. “Not sure she’s even noticed, to be honest,” he admitted, his voice light but tinged with frustration.

You laughed, crossing your arms as you leaned beside him. “Oh, she’s noticed, trust me.”

His eyebrow arched as he glanced your way, curious. “Yeah?”

You nodded, casting a glance down the hall at Rhea, who was still mid-interview. “We’re close. You don’t even know how many times I’ve had to listen to her talk about you in the last few weeks. Pretty sure she’s more interested than you think.”

Jey’s grin widened, but it quickly faded when his eyes flicked back to Rhea. There was something vulnerable in his expression, like he wasn’t sure if he should believe you or keep playing it safe. You could see why he’d hesitate; he and Rhea had been circling each other for a while now, both giving mixed signals but never making the first big move.

Just then, Rhea’s eyes darted in your direction, and for a split second, you caught the way her face changed. She’d seen you and Jey talking, standing close, and a flicker of something unmistakable flashed in her eyes—jealousy.

A slow grin spread across your face as an idea began to form. You nudged Jey again, leaning closer as you whispered, “She’s jealous.”

He blinked, his focus snapping to you. “What?”

You nodded, motioning subtly in Rhea’s direction. “She sees us talking. I know that look.”

Jey’s eyes shifted to Rhea, and when he saw the way she was glancing at the two of you between interview questions, his grin returned. “Damn, you think?”

“I know,” you said confidently, the idea cementing in your mind now. “You going out with some of the crew after the show?”

Jey smirked, standing up straighter. “You know I keep it lit on the dance floor, baby.”

You laughed at his swagger, but your mind was already spinning. This could work. This could solve both your problems. “I’ve got an idea,” you started, lowering your voice as your eyes flicked back to Rhea and then down the hall where Damian had just passed by, his attention elsewhere.

Jey tilted his head, intrigued. “What’s that?”

You leaned closer, a mischievous smile pulling at your lips. “We’re gonna make them jealous. You and me. A little flirting, some dancing, maybe getting a little too close for comfort. That’ll get their attention.”

Jey’s eyebrow shot up, his smile turning more playful. “You trying to stir the pot, huh?”

“I’m trying to get Damian to step up,” you said, sighing. “He’s been...distant. Or, I don’t know, maybe just not getting the hint. But I know him. He won’t like another guy getting close to me.”

Jey chuckled, crossing his arms as he considered your plan. “And Rhea? You think she’s gonna bite?”

“Oh, she will,” you assured him. “She’s already looking over here like she’s ready to step in. Trust me, once she sees you and me getting close, she’s not gonna let it slide. She’ll make her move.”

Jey thought it over for a moment, the gears turning in his head as he glanced back toward Rhea one last time. Then he smiled, that signature confident grin of his, and nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it. If it gets her to stop playing games, I’m in.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as your plan fell into place. “Good. Pick me up at 11. Room 4112.”

Jey nodded, flashing you a wink before turning to head off, but not before you gave him one last parting shot. “And make sure you bring your A-game, Uce. We’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

He laughed over his shoulder. “Oh, don’t worry. I always do.”

As he walked away, you glanced back toward Rhea, who was still watching. The look on her face told you everything you needed to know. The game had just begun, and tonight, things were finally going to get interesting.

The night air was cool as you walked side by side with Damian toward the parking lot, your boots crunching softly against the asphalt. The energy from the show still buzzed around the arena, but out here, it was quieter. Just you and him, under the soft glow of the streetlights. You glanced up at him, taking in his relaxed demeanor, the way his hands rested casually in his pockets. It should’ve been a perfect moment. But your frustration still simmered beneath the surface, a constant reminder of the limbo you were stuck in with him.

“So…” Damian started, breaking the silence, his voice low and casual. “I heard a few of the guys are heading to some bar after the show.” He glanced over at you, his dark eyes searching yours. “You wanna go?”

You almost smirked, but you caught yourself. Of course, now he wanted to hang out. Now that you were making moves to get his attention. 

Instead, you played it off, pretending to be a little caught off guard as you reached for your keys. “Oh, uh… I’m actually already going with Jey.”

Damian stopped walking for just a second, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Jey? Like… Uso?”

You nodded with a smile, keeping your tone light. “Yeah. He asked me earlier if I wanted to go with him.”

Damian’s expression shifted, just for a moment, but it was enough. You caught the flicker in his eyes, something sharp and possessive flashing behind his otherwise calm exterior. Bingo. Your plan was already starting to work. But you didn’t want to push too hard too soon. You had to play this carefully.

“But maybe I’ll see you there, though?”

Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly, and he gave a small nod. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You could see the tension in his posture now, the way his jaw clenched briefly before relaxing again. This was what you had wanted—Damian’s attention. But now that you had it, there was something almost thrilling about making him stew just a little longer.

You turned to get into your rental car, turning to give him a final smile before you closed the door. “See you later, Damian.”

He nodded again, though his gaze lingered on you longer than it usually did. “Yeah. See you.”

As you pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the hotel, you couldn’t help but grin to yourself. Damian’s reaction was exactly what you had hoped for. The flash of jealousy, the uncertainty. He wasn’t oblivious anymore.

Tonight was only going to get more interesting.

You hadn’t been on the road for more than a few minutes when your phone lit up with Rhea’s name. You smiled to yourself, already knowing where this conversation was going to lead. You had a feeling Damian had talked to Rhea and that was the reason for her call. Keeping one hand on the wheel, you tapped the screen to answer.

“Hey, Rhea. What’s up?”

“Hey,” she replied, her usual confident tone slightly off, a hint of something uncertain hiding underneath. “So, I heard a few of us are going out tonight after the show. You in?”

You bit your lip, holding back a grin. Here we go. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m going. Jey actually asked me to ride with him.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and you could almost picture the way her brow furrowed in surprise. “Jey asked you?”

You made your voice sound casual, as if the question wasn’t loaded with the tension you knew she was feeling. “Yeah. He asked me before the show if I wanted to join him. Sounded fun, so I figured, why not?”

Rhea didn’t reply immediately, and you caught the slightest edge of jealousy creeping into her voice when she finally spoke again. “I thought you were just blowing Damian off when you said that.”

The corner of your mouth lifted as you kept your gaze on the road. “Nope, Jey actually asked me. I mean, Damian hadn’t said anything, and clubs aren’t always his thing. So I figured, why not go with someone else, right?”

You could hear her shift on the other end of the call, probably trying to find the right words to respond without giving herself away completely. “Right... I guess I just didn’t realize you two were, you know, hanging out outside of work like that.”

Your smile widened. She was trying to play it cool, but the jealousy was there, simmering just under the surface. Your plan was working, just like you hoped it would.

“Yeah, well, Jey’s seems fun to hang out with,” you said, keeping your tone as light and innocent as possible. “I guess we’ll see what happens. Maybe I’ll see you there though?”

Rhea hesitated again, and you could hear the unspoken questions swirling in her head. “Yeah... maybe.”

You ended the call and couldn’t help but feel satisfied with how things were playing out. Damian’s possessiveness had already started to show, and now you had Rhea on edge too. The night was shaping up exactly how you planned, and it was only going to get better from here.

The thumping bass of the music hit you the moment you stepped into the club, the energy of the crowd buzzing in the air. You and Jey walked in together, fashionably late, just as you’d planned. You scanned the room, catching sight of Damian and Rhea almost immediately. They were at the bar, exactly where you hoped they’d be. Perfect.

Jey’s hand rested lightly on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd, both of you pretending not to notice the two people you were trying to get a rise out of. It was part of the plan, after all. You could feel eyes on you—probably Rhea’s, maybe even Damian’s—but you kept your focus on Jey, playing your part flawlessly.

As you reached the bar, Jey leaned in close, his voice low and playful against your ear. But also just loud enough for the two people standing next to you to hear him say it. “What you drinking tonight, baby?”

You tilted your head up, locking eyes with him as you smiled. “Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think I should start with?”

He chuckled, his arm draping casually over your shoulder as he signaled the bartender. “Let’s start with something light,” he suggested, glancing down at you with a grin. “I gotta keep you in good shape for the dance floor later.”

You grin at him and pretend to reach for your purse but he reaches out and stops you. “Nah, I got you tonight, baby.”

You laughed, nudging him slightly. “You really know how to take care of a girl, Jey. That’s sweet.”

The way you said it wasn’t lost on anyone. It wasn’t just a simple compliment, not with the way you let your fingers trail down his arm as you spoke, or the soft smile you gave him as you tilted your head just slightly, enough to let anyone watching see the ease between you two. You could feel the tension coming from behind Jey, the way Damian and Rhea were likely taking in every detail, even if they were trying to hide it.

Jey played along perfectly, his own smile widening as he leaned just a bit closer. “Sweet, huh? Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”

You laughed again, the sound light and easy, and let your hand rest on his chest, feeling the heat from his body through his shirt. “Maybe I am.”

As the bartender handed over your drinks, Jey slid one toward you, his fingers brushing yours. You could practically feel the weight of the stares coming from behind you, and it took everything in you not to glance back at Damian and Rhea. But you knew better than to break character now. The game had only just begun.

As you lifted your drink to your lips, you felt Jey's hand lightly graze your back again, the touch casual but deliberate enough to keep up appearances. The warmth of the alcohol mixed with the buzz of the club had you feeling confident, ready for whatever came next. You tilted your head, flashing Jey a smile before turning away from the bar, deciding it was time to up the ante.

With your drink in hand, you turned to leave the bar, making sure to brush close enough to Jey that it would look as if you were moving together. As you did, you caught sight of Damian and Rhea out of the corner of your eye.

Damian’s eyes were locked on you, his brow slightly furrowed, and you could see the way his jaw tightened as he watched you interact with Jey. It was subtle, but you knew Damian well enough to recognize the telltale signs of his possessiveness flaring up. You let your lips curl into a smirk, satisfaction blooming in your chest. The plan was working.

Rhea was standing next to him, drink in hand, but her expression was much less controlled. Her gaze flickered between you and Jey, and there was no mistaking the spark of jealousy in her eyes. Her lips were set in a thin line, her posture stiff as she watched you practically draped against Jey. You knew that look—she didn’t like it one bit.

You exchanged a knowing glance with Jey, and as he flashed you a grin, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph.

Turning back to Jey, he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “I think they’re starting to notice,” he whispered, the amusement in your tone unmistakable.

You chuckled, his hand resting on your hip as you reached up on your tip toes to reply. “Told you this was gonna be fun.”

You straightened, taking a slow sip of your drink before glancing back in Damian and Rhea’s direction, letting your gaze linger just long enough to make sure they saw. Damian’s dark eyes hadn’t left you, and Rhea’s fingers tightened around her glass as she muttered something under her breath to Damian.

Satisfied, you turned your attention back to Jey, the smirk still playing on your lips. “Looks like round one goes to us.”

Jey raised his glass in a silent toast, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

The tension in the air was palpable now, the game in full swing. All you had to do was keep pushing the right buttons, and Damian and Rhea would break. And when they did, it was going to be so worth it.

After a few more rounds of playful banter at the bar, you felt Jey’s fingers gently brush against your arm, pulling your attention back to him. His smile was easy, mischievous, as if he had something up his sleeve.

“You know what we need to do now?” he asked, his eyes glinting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “What’s that?”

He straightened up, looking over toward the packed dance floor, where bodies swayed and pulsed to the heavy beat of the music. “We gotta hit the dance floor. I promised you I’d keep it lit, remember?”

You bit your lip, already anticipating what was about to happen. Glancing over to where Damian and Rhea were still standing, you noticed Damian’s eyes briefly flicker in your direction before shifting away, as if he were doing his best to act unaffected.

Perfect.

Jey reached out his hand, palm up in a silent invitation, and without hesitation, you slipped your hand into his. He gave it a slight tug, pulling you closer, and the two of you made your way through the crowd toward the center of the dance floor, where the music seemed to throb even louder.

As soon as you reached the middle, Jey spun you around with a playful grin and pulled you close. Your back pressed against his chest, and his hands naturally found their place on your hips, guiding you in time with the music. The moment you started moving together, everything else seemed to fall away—the lights, the noise, the crowd—it was just you and Jey, playing the game you both knew so well.

Jey leaned down, his voice low and teasing in your ear. “This okay for you?”

You nodded and then leaned your head back, resting it on Jey’s shoulder. There weren’t many guys on the roster you would let hold you and touch you the way Jey was. But you trusted Jey. You knew he wouldn’t push it too far. 

He then whispered into your ear, “They’re already watching. You ready for this?”

You laughed softly, your fingers resting over his hands as you started swaying together. “Oh, I’m ready.”

The two of you moved effortlessly in sync, your bodies shifting and swaying with the rhythm, close enough to leave little to the imagination for anyone watching. The heat from Jey’s hands on your waist and the feel of his body behind yours made it easy to slip into the role you needed to play, pretending to be lost in the moment, when in reality, your mind was focused on one thing—getting Damian’s attention.

Your hands glided up, grazing Jey’s forearms lightly as if you were completely comfortable with his touch. But in reality, you were simply waiting for the exact moment to strike.

With a subtle glance over your shoulder, your eyes scanned the room until they found Damian.

There he was—standing by the bar, his drink forgotten in his hand, his jaw clenched as he watched the two of you. Even from this distance, you could see the flash of frustration in his eyes, the way his posture had shifted from relaxed to tense. The possessive gleam that flickered there was unmistakable, and it sent a jolt of satisfaction through you. He wasn’t liking this at all.

Jey’s hands tightened slightly on your hips, his voice brushing your ear again, a knowing edge in his tone. “Think he’s mad yet?”

You smirked, your eyes never leaving Damian’s. “Oh, he’s definitely mad.”

As the music continued to pound, you took things up a notch. You pressed your body closer to Jey’s, your movements slowing down, becoming more deliberate, more intimate. Your hips swayed against his as his hands followed your lead, guiding your rhythm. 

You let your head rest back against his shoulder, your lips close to his ear as you murmured something irrelevant into his ear, loud enough for Damian to see but not hear. Jey chuckled, playing along perfectly, his lips grazing your ear as he responded, though you didn’t even need to hear the words to know you were in sync.

Finally, you couldn’t resist it any longer. You looked back across the room, and your eyes met Damian’s. His gaze was locked on yours, burning with a mix of jealousy and frustration that made your heart race. His body was tense, his grip on his drink so tight you were surprised the glass hadn’t shattered in his hand.

You smirked, letting him see just how much fun you were having, knowing that this was driving him wild. And it was working. The game you and Jey had started was finally beginning to pay off.

Damian wasn’t going to let this go much longer—you could feel it in the way his eyes bore into you, dark and heated. He was on the edge of stepping in, of making his move. And you were more than ready for it.

Jey must have sensed it too because his grip on your hips tightened slightly, and he whispered in your ear, “Any minute now.”

You nodded, your smirk widening. “He’s almost there.”

As the music pulsed around you, the tension between you and Damian crackled in the air like electricity. You could practically feel his frustration, his desire to intervene, and the satisfaction of knowing your plan was working filled you with excitement.

Before you realize it, Damian is weaving his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on you and Jey. The intensity in his gaze makes your heart race, knowing that this moment is exactly what you had been waiting for. Jey, clearly noticing Damian’s approach, doesn’t hesitate. He steps back just as Damian reaches you, offering a quick nod and a knowing smile.

"Mind if I cut in?" Damian asks, his voice low but commanding, half-expecting Jey to protest. But Jey just motions toward you with a grin, as if to say, “All yours.”

With Jey stepping aside, Damian wastes no time. His hands immediately find your waist, pulling you back against his solid, muscular chest. His grip is firm, possessive, and the heat of his body seeps into you as he takes control of the moment. The atmosphere shifts, and it feels as though the entire room fades away, leaving just the two of you in the middle of the pulsing crowd.

Damian leans down, his breath hot against your skin as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. You shiver, the intimate gesture sending a thrill through you, but it’s what he says next that really makes your pulse quicken.

“You let him touch what’s mine,” he whispers, his voice laced with both frustration and desire.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch his dark gaze. Your heart skips a beat, but you won’t let him get away with that statement so easily. "I didn’t know I was yours," you tease, raising an eyebrow, the challenge clear in your voice. “I thought we had a casual arrangement.”

Damian smirks, that cocky, confident grin of his flashing as he pulls you even closer, so your bodies are flush against each other. His hands tighten on your waist, his fingers pressing possessively into your skin. "Oh, you’re mine," he says, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

You’re about to respond when Damian moves faster than you expect. In one swift motion, he spins you around to face him, his eyes dark with intent. Before you can catch your breath, his lips crash against yours, the kiss deep and hungry. It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, a statement to everyone in the room, especially Jey, that you belong to him.

The kiss leaves you breathless, your mind spinning as Damian pulls back just slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, "You're mine. My girl."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the words echoing in your ears. His hands don’t leave your body, staying firmly on your hips as if to prove his point. His eyes search yours for any hesitation, but instead of pulling away, you feel a sense of relief, the very thing you’ve been wanting for so long finally falling into place.

In that moment, the game is over. You’re no longer just his secret—you're his, for everyone to see.

As Damian’s words sink in, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment, you glance over toward Jey. Just in time, you catch Rhea stepping up to him, her arms snaking confidently around his neck. A smirk spreads across Jey’s face, his hands naturally resting on her waist as if they’ve been in this position before.

You watch as Rhea leans in, her lips brushing against Jey's ear to whisper something. Whatever she says makes him smile, his expression softening in a way you hadn’t seen before. It's clear that Rhea’s walls are coming down, just like Damian's did with you.

For a fleeting second, Jey looks up and your eyes meet across the room. There's no need for words—just a shared glance, an unspoken acknowledgment of victory. The plan you hatched together has worked.

You smile knowingly, feeling the weight of success settle in. Damian's grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing the top of your head. Meanwhile, across the dance floor, Jey's hands slide up Rhea's waist as she moves even closer to him, their chemistry undeniable.

Everything has fallen into place.

[fan-fantasies]

Wedding Guest

A/N: this sucks ass but I had to get something out. It went better in my head.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

The crowd hushed as Dominik took his place at the alter. He bounced on his heels nervously. Rhea gave him a thumbs up from her seat and he smiled.

The music began as the bridesmaids began their descent down the aisle. Pretty dresses, Rhea thought, not paying too much attention. That was until one of the bridesmaids caught her eye.

The way you were gliding effortlessly down the aisle took her breath away. The way the dress clung to your curves perfectly made it so Rhea couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

The bridesmaids took their spots on the alter and everyone stood for the big moment. Everyone turned to watch the bride’s entrance, but Rhea didn’t turn. Her eyes were transfixed on you.

You smiled as your friend made her way toward you, but Rhea noticed how the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes- your gorgeous eyes.

Rhea had to know who you were.

The ceremony was short and sweet, and Rhea couldn’t have been happier for her friend. The wedding party took their leave and everyone else followed to the reception.

She found Damian and pulled him aside.

“Look behind me, but don’t be obvious. Do you see that girl?” She asked, nodding your way.

Damian looked over her shoulder quickly and smiled with recognition.

“Oh yeah, that’s (y/n).”

“You know her?”

“I’ve met her a couple times at Dom’s house. She’s a family friend I guess, super nice,” he told her. “Heard she’s newly single.”

“Do you think you could introduce me?” Rhea asked. Damian chuckled.

“Are you asking me to be your wingman?”

“Kinda…shut up,” Rhea rolled her eyes at the smirking man.

“I don’t know her all that well. Why don’t you just go ask her to dance,” he suggested.

Rhea considered it but after giving you one more glance, and having butterflies erupt in her stomach, she knew she’d never be able to approach you.

“Can’t you talk to her for me?” She whined.

“Uh, no.”

Rhea noticed you had moved from your spot and she sighed. She hoped she’d have another chance to work up the confidence to talk to you.

Speeches were made, dances were shared, and it was a good time all around. Rhea kept an eye out for you but she hadn’t seen you since her conversation with Damian.

Rhea went up to the bar, tapping her fingers while she waited to be served. As if a cool wind blew in, her hair stood on end and she shivered. She felt your presence next to her before she even saw you.

Your eyes were glued to your empty glass as you swirled the ice around. You didn’t look like you wanted to talk but Rhea had to take her chance.

“Um…hi,” she said, giving you her best smile.

“Hey,” you smiled softly. “You’re Rhea, right?”

Rhea thought her heart was going to stop; you knew who she was.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, that’s me,” she laughed nervously.

“Dom talks about you all the time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, gorgeous. You’re (y/n)?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You asked with a curious smile.

“Damian mentioned he had met you before.”

“Oh yeah that’s right, I have met him. I’m surprised you and I haven’t met before with how close you are to Dom.”

“Well I’m happy to have the chance to meet you now, at least,” Rhea said. She looked over your shoulder and noticed Dom and Damian watching the two of you with goofy grins. They both shot her a thumbs up and it made her snort.

You followed her gaze and saw the two men. You shook your head with a laugh.

“Sooo I also heard you’re single?” Rhea asked, trying to hide her nerves. Your smile dropped a little big and she instantly regretted it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything!”

“No! It’s okay. It’s just pretty fresh and a wedding isn’t exactly the best place to forget about being single,” you chuckled sadly.

“Well, I’d love to try and help you forget. Maybe we could share a dance?” Rhea asked. Your smile returned and you grabbed her hand.

You pulled her to the dance floor where she placed her hands on your hips. The two of you danced together with huge smiles on your faces.

Rhea was having such a good time and she didn’t want the night to end. You told her you needed a drink and she offered to grab one for you. You sat at your table and she ran to the bar.

“It looks like the two of you are hitting it off,” Dom commented.

“We are! I can’t believe you’ve hidden her from me this long,” Rhea said.

“The timing just never worked out but maybe now it will. She’s super sweet, and she may have mentioned before that she finds you attractive on tv. But don’t tell her I told you that!”

“I won’t,” Rhea laughed. She brought your drink and sat in the seat next to you.

“You know, I almost backed out of coming. I didn’t think I could handle it but now I’m glad I didn’t,” you admitted.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I got to meet you. And I’m having a really good time,” you said with a soft smile. Rhea’s heart did a flip.

“Well considering I got to dance with the most gorgeous woman here, I’d say I’m having a pretty good time as well,” Rhea said. “Maybe we could hang out again, get dinner or something.”

“I’d love that.”

Rhea handed you her phone so you could put your number in and you did the same for her.

Guests were slowly filtering out as the night was coming to an end. Rhea insisted on walking you back to your hotel room to make sure you got there safely.

“Well, this is me,” you said coming to a stop.

“I’ll text you soon. Get some rest okay?”

You slowly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Rhea’s cheek.

“Have a good night,” you chuckled, noticing the blush creeping up Rhea’s face.

Rhea waited until your door was closed to do a little victory dance.

Little did she know you were watching her from the peep hole. You couldn’t help but smile, thanking the heavens you decided to go to the wedding after all.

[houseofripley]

Save A Horse Ride A Cowgirl

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, Cunnilingus, Strap-On, Riding, Orgasm Denial, Fingering (for like 2 seconds. don’t blink), Light Degradation, Spanking, Backshots, Lil bit of a mommy kink.

WORD COUNT: 2,736

A/N: -panting and out of breath- honey! it took me 800 hours but your oneshot is finished!

seriously tho sorry for the mid! writers block was beating my ass during this for no reason

Survivor Series, the day the wrestling community waited months for. You were sat at the edge of the bed in your hotel room, staring into the loud TV, waiting for your girlfriend to make her appearance for her match against Zoey Stark. 

You were supposed to be there but of course Rhea’s magment had fucked up their dates, leaving you without a pass to the event.

It killed both of you knowing you wouldn’t be backstage to cheer on Rhea. 

Anytime a pay-per-view even came around you’d clear your entire schedule just to support and help Rhea prepare. She took such good care of you it was the least you could do. Although you couldn’t physically be at the arena you still flew out to Chicago to at least be able to spend a little bit of time with Rhea.

You were pulled away from your train of thought as Rhea’s music soon started blaring through the stadium, “And her opponent, representing The Judgment Day, she is the women's world champion, Rhea Ripley!” The announcer yelled out as Rhea made her entrance, wearing what was possibly the sexiest gear she has ever worn.

“Holy shit-” You mumbled to yourself, leaning forward trying to get a closer look. Rhea looked insane. Her hair was in a faux mohawk, stripes of eyeliner ran over her eyes in a lighting strike pattern, black lipstick was smudged onto her right cheek. 

Rhea’s eyes never broke contact with the camera lens as she made her way down the ramp, she knew you'd be right on the receiving end of her gaze.

Once Rhea made her way into the ring you were able to catch a good glimpse at her gear. She sported a black vest over a black and white plunge top that was split down the middle, her shorts following the same theme while her boots displayed a cow print. But the bread and butter of this outfit was the black assless chaps. 

This outfit had to have been the reason Rhea was so protective over her suitcase these past few days. 

You sat eagerly watching the match, which was short yet action packed. Rhea had thrown Zoey around like she was nothing the entire match, your mind couldn't help but wonder what it’d look like if Rhea had manhandled you in the same way.

Rhea had retained her title with ease, barely breaking a sweat during the length of her match. You were quick to pick up your phone and congratulate her,

Y: YOU DID IT LOVEEEE!!!! and you looked good as hell while doing it….

Rhea replied about ten minutes later with a full body mirror selfie to show off her look, this time with an addition of a black cowboy hat and her hair out of the faux mohawk.

R: thank you baby, my hair wouldn’t fit in my hat so we had to ditch that plan :/ 

Y:  god damn! ditch wrestling and become a cowboy! 

Y: it’s so unfair i don’t get to see you like that rn urghhh

R: i know baby, i promise i’ll make it up to you tonight. look, i gotta go do a few things, i’ll see you in an hour or two okay?

Y: you better…now shoo and don’t keep me waiting for you all night

You huffed as you dropped your phone down onto your lap. The wait for Rhea had officially begun. 

There was one match left before the main war games match. Knowing Rhea would make an appearance in that last match you decided to rile her up a bit beforehand. 

You made your way to your suitcase and began searching for the new lingerie set you had bought just days ago while Rhea was training. You pulled out a bra made of intricate lacing along with the matching crotchless panties and garter belt. 

Once you had slipped into the lace you stationed yourself in front of the mirror. You used your free hand to grope your breast as you snapped a photo and sent it to Rhea.

Y: excited to see mami on my screen.

R: naughty girl…

R: are you really trying to get yourself into trouble right now?

Y: well i just figured since mami sent me such a sexy pic earlier i’d return the favor. i can send another one if you'd like…

You didn’t give Rhea the opportunity to reply before you snapped another picture, this time slightly rotating to your side to catch the curvature of your ass.

Seen at 9:36 pm.

You stared at your phone waiting for her reply but attention was pulled away as you heard The Judgment Day being announced, Rhea was nowhere to be seen as they made their entrance. You pouted as you laid down in the bed, your knees slightly spread as you watched in anticipation for Rhea’s appearance.

After a long match, intense and still no reply Rhea finally arrived at the end of the match, she came barreling down the ramp, this time wearing her cowboy hat with Priest’s MITB briefcase clenched in her hands.

You quickly took the opportunity to send Rhea a picture of your hand resting in between your thighs as she paraded on the screen in front of you. 

Y: just remembered a quote, something about save a horse, ride a cowgirl…

Another waiting game began. As much as you loved seeing Rhea clearly flustered on the screen you couldn’t wait for her to get to the locker room and see the message you left for her.

After a failed cash-in and two surprise returns from Randy Orton and CM Punk the main event finally came to a close, meaning Rhea was finally able to return to her phone. You picked up your phone to view your previous message exchanges with Rhea.

A text bubble appeared, indicating Rhea was on the other side drafting up her response. You chewed down on your cheek eagerly watching your phone. 

The text bubble disappeared.

Seen at 10:24pm.

You whined to yourself, a wetness growing between your legs. You attempted to make multiple calls to Rhea, only for each and every one of them to be ignored. You slumped into the bed, giving up on making contact with the woman.

Just moments later a banner popped up at the top of your phone,

R: face down ass up. you have two minutes.

Rhea had finally given you the attention you were craving. You needed her touch badly, so you gladly obeyed her demands getting into position in the center of the bed. Your face sunk into your pillow while your bare cunt peeked through the gap of your crotchless panties as you took in the sensation of the crisp hotel air that kissed your wetness.

You soon heard the quiet unlatching of the door followed by shuffling fabric. You peeked over to see Rhea, in that damn cowboy hat, discarding her streetwear to reveal the gear you’d been fawning over all night.

Rhea’s gaze was fixed on your arching back as she crept her way towards you. 

“Such a little slut for me,” Rhea husked, her weight sinking onto the bed as you waved your ass in the air. She took a moment to admire the sight of your wet cunt glistening in the dimmed light. 

“Just the thought of Mami has you all worked up.” Rhea relished, her hands skimming over the delicate skin of your ass before dropping a slap down onto you, causing a muffled yelp to leave your mouth.

Rhea moved her pointer finger to your heat and began to trace the skin around your wetness. Her finger took its time inching towards your hole before being pushed into you at a painfully slow pace, making you whine out into your pillow“Mami, please.” 

“What a needy girl.” Rhea taunted, watching you squirm against her finger, “Such a wreck already...” She hummed in response to your whining when she pulled her finger out of you. 

Both Rhea’s hands took ahold of your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze before she brought her face just centimeters from your aching heat. Shivers snuck up your spine as her heavy breaths brushed against your wetness. Her lips wrapped around you, her tongue beginning to draw circles perimitering your clit.

Rhea then pulled back and spat onto your cunt causing a high pitched ‘fuck’ to leave your mouth. She hummed to herself in satisfaction while she took you back into her mouth. Her hands still clenched to your ass as she began devouring you, acting as if she was having her final meal. 

All you could do was cling to the bedsheets and cry out into your pillow as Rhea took as much of you as she could in her mouth, her tongue piercing reaching brand new places. Due to your current position the tip of Rhea’s nose was repeatedly brushing against your entrance, adding fuel to the fire that was burning inside you.

“Gonna cum, Mami!” You pulled your head up from your pillow and moaned out. 

You could feel Rhea scoff against you before prying herself off your cunt, “No you’re not,” She groused, withdrawing all touch from you. “Such a spoiled girl, thinking you get to cum after teasing me when I’m working.”

“Please Mami! I’ll do anything- Just touch me, let me cum.” You pleaded, turning your head to look back at her with scrunched brows.

“You can beg all you want…but we both know that you won't cum until I say so.” Rhea’s tone was smug as she stood up from the bed. “Now…stay there and don’t even think about moving.” She growled on, making her way into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. 

You humphed to yourself, letting your head fall down to your pillow. It took everything in you to restrain your hands from touching yourself, but you knew if Rhea ever caught you pleasuring yourself she would push you to your breaking point. 

Several minutes had passed, your orgasm that was once near had seemingly wandered off. Your eyes were focused on the bathroom door as the knob rotated and Rhea emerged. Her shorts had disappeared and been replaced with a black strap-on…yet her chaps were still on. The sight alone had you arching your back as she lurched towards you.

“Look at you…all ready for Mami’s cock.” She murmured, crawling up behind you. She spat onto the silicon and slowly began jerking herself off, spreading her saliva over the toy before prodding at your slick coated entrance.

“Mami-” You purred out as the tip of Rhea’s toy pressed into your needy hole. Your walls were soon engulfing the entirety of her length. 

You had little to no time to adjust to her girth before she started ripping into you, leaving you at a loss for words. One of her hands was clamped to your hip while the other delivered a sharp slap to your ass before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This is what you wanted isn’t it-” She groaned out while your cunt pulsed around her toy. “Sending me pictures of you whoring around the room, you were just begging to be ruined.”

The only sounds leaving your mouth were jumbled vowels mixed in with moans, she had you completely unable to form a sentence. You were powerless as Rhea pulled you up by your arms, bringing your back to press against her chest. 

You threw your head back against her shoulder as her hand trailed down to your clit, massaging quick circles against your swollen bud while continuing her merciless strokes.

“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered as you squirmed against her, letting out constant whines. Her free hand reached to wrap around your throat as you began rolling your hips back against Rhea. “Already fucking yourself against Mami’s cock?” She harshly questioned, her fingers adding more pressure against your clit, forcing a scream to come from your mouth.

“Such a slut.” Rhea lowly stated, letting go of the hold she had on you before pushing you back down to the bed. Her thrusts came to a halt as you rocked yourself on her cock. Her hand dropped a bitter spank on your skin, signaling for you to quicken your pace.

Rhea allowed you to fuck yourself on her strap while she caught her breath and admired the view she had of you. But your motions were abruptly cut off by Rhea’s hands firmly gripping your hips. You whimpered as she pulled herself out of you, leaving you empty.

Rhea flipped you onto your back before pulling you to sit upright. “You wanna ride Mami’s cock don’t you,” Her hoarse voice spoke, her hand moving to place her hat onto your head. You nodded, looking up to her with needy eyes while shifting to sit on your knees. “Use your words, princess.” She warned as her fingers gripped your jaw, taking control over you.

“Please, I've been waiting all night, Mami.” You swallowed, your breath shaking in anticipation as your hips wiggled with excitement.

“That’s it, good girl.” She hummed in approval, dropping the grip she had on your jaw. She brought herself to the head of the bed, resting her back on the headboard. You crawled up to her lap and situated your entrance to hover over Rhea’s tip. 

Your hands clutched Rhea’s shoulders as you began sinking yourself onto her length while moaning her name. As your hips started gradually bouncing, Rhea’s hands found themselves resting against your waist.

Meanwhile the pairs of your lips collided into a sloppy kiss. You whined into Rhea’s mouth, the piercing on her tongue brushing against your lip as her hands trailed to cup your breasts. Your eyes were glued shut as swayed yourself up and down Rhea’s length.

The overwhelming sense of pleasure was already washing over you. The combination of Rhea’s lips wandering to your neck, her digits toying with your nipples, and her cock being swallowed by your insides had your stomach contracting. 

Your pace picked up in speed as you tightened yourself around Rhea’s girth. As you focused on the movements in your hips Rhea’s attention was centered around your neck and collarbones, working on scattering reddish-purple marks against your skin. 

“Please-Can’t hold on any longer.” You pleaded with the woman through whimpers, your nails beginning to sink deeper into her shoulders. 

Rhea pulled herself from your neck, her hands moved to force your hips all the way to the base of her length. “Just one more minute, can you do that for me?” She questioned, her hands guiding you to rock back and forth.

“Y-Yes Mami,” You whimpered out at the sensation of your clit rocking against the leather band at the base of Rhea’s strap.

As the end of the excruciating sixty seconds neared your motions got sloppier with each motion. Rhea was sure guests in the other rooms  could hear your moans but you didn’t care, your mind was only focusing on not cumming at the exact moment.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl.” Rhea’s accent was thick as she spoke. “I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock.” She added on while her fingers softly danced around your jawline.

Your eyes darted open once you heard Rhea finally give you permission to release yourself. Your vision was blurred by tears as you stared into Rhea’s oceanic blues. “Fuck-Oh! Mami!” You had barely managed to choke out, just seconds away from your climax. 

“C’mon,” Was the last thing you hear Rhea egg on before your orgasm flooded over you, leaving you crying out moans. Rhea’s hands moved to stabilize your twitching and shaking lower half. Quiet praises left your girlfriend's mouth as she helped you come down from your high. Your swollen lips placed a gentle peck against Rhea’s cheek as insignificant tears fell from your eyes.

“You okay, Princess? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Rhea’s gaze softened while her hands hurried to cup your face. 

You shook your head, giving her a weak smile, “Mm-mm, just felt really good…” You quietly replied as your arms wrapped behind Rhea’s neck. You gave Rhea a gentle smooch as she carefully pulled you off her length, the once black strap was now covered with scattered strings of whiteness.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

[slutouttanowhere]

Flesh | R.Rippley

Rhea Ripley x black!oc

warnings: cunilingus, clit stimulation, mentions of blood, biting, themes of vouyerism, mentions of self body shame, and alcohol consumption. poorly edited

a/n: I’ve been saying I was gonna write Rhea months ago if you follow me, and look at that apparently I’ve been saving a Rhea x oc for spooky season. I mean she is mother spooky after all right? This Oc is bi-curious, but this is for anyone and everyone to enjoy if you’d like to. A lot of the way I wrote Rhea in this was inspired by her response to the mean comments people bade on Charlotte’s (Flair) body online. She was just so sweet and supportive I genuinely cried a little. Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this, follow for me, and as always reblogs are much appreciated. {ps, happy spooky season munsters ♡

The only reason I showed up to the party to begin with was because Liv, Bianca, and Montez were going, and I didn’t want her to go to a Halloween party by herself. So, here I am dressed as Bellatrix Lestrange on my 3rd drink sandwiched between Liv and Bianca. I’m swaying slowly with Liv when I caught Rhea’s eyes on me, I looked away, and after a moment passed I looked back just to double check whether she was actually looking at me or not.

“Uh oh, Mami got her eyes on you.” Bianca giggled as if she heard this, Rhea’s lips twitched, a hint of a smirk.

“More like daddy.” I giggled to Liv, deciding that I had enough dancing for now, I squeezed through the crowded sea of bodies, and made my way over to the makeshift bar in the kitchen. There were people, who weren’t dancing, scattered around the kitchen area. There was a platter of brownies in the shape of a ghost. I placed one on a mini plate, and nibbled a little.

“Can I get a bite?” The sudden sound of Rhea’s voice made me jump, my heart pounded against my rib cage, “sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” She smiled feigning concern, her blacked out lips set in a pout, but when she broke out into a sly grin I rolled my eyes.

“You obviously did that on purpose.” I said coyly, Rhea had a way about her, I didn’t know a single person that hated her. At least they didn’t hate her for too long til she finessed her way back into your good graces, then you love her all over again.

Her hair was cut short down to her neck, the sides were shaved, and faded up. She had her jet black hair slicked back, putting her pretty pale colored face on full display; her eyes were an unusual blood red color, but what isn’t unusual about Rhea Ripley? She wore a long velvet black cloak around her shoulders that kissed the ground as she walked. Even her silk shirt, and trousers were black, she looked more like a floating head if anything. Of course she made sure to leave her blouse unbuttoned to show off her tattoos and toned stomach.

“Are you a vampire?” I asked, trying to guess what exactly her costume was, her eyes flashed an unrecognizable expression. She then leaned her hip against the kitchen counter. Her hand pushing my hair behind my shoulder, I let her fingers caress my skin. She was ice cold despite it being a house packed full of warm bodies, unintentionally my shoulder jerked, but she didn’t take offense. Instead she continued to travel her fingers down my exposed skin, I chewed on my bottom lip trying to keep the moan from escaping me.

“For you princess, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” She purred low enough for me to hear, though I strongly doubted Rhea cared who watched as she groped me. I bet if she thought she could get away with it, she’d fuck me on the kitchen table.

Oh sweetie pie, you aren’t ready for that. The sound of her voice in my head caused me to freeze, my eyes were glued to her, Rhea’s eyes flickered to the rest of the party growers then back to me. I turned to see what she was seeing, I sucked in a breath, everyone in the room had froze, except the two of us.

“You’re a fucking vampire.” I said breathlessly, I wasn’t going to act dumb, I’ve read enough movies and books to know the signs. I never thought one would reveal themselves to me in real life, but here we are.

“Well! Aren’t you a smart cookie, that just makes everything much easier.” Slowly she circled around the back of me like a predator, her arms wrapping around my waist, and her head nestled in the nape of my neck. “Mmm you smell so sweet, what do you say we go somewhere more private…unless you really did want them to watch?” Her lips pressed to the shell of my ear then trailed kisses down my neck where she gently nibbled on my skin. Her touch stirring something within me I didn’t even know existed? I could feel my face heating up, sure I thought Rhea was pretty, gorgeous even, but I thought all of my girl friends were beautiful.

“You’re thinking too much babe, don’t worry about the line you’re dancing on. Just simply, step over it.” She uttered melodically.

“But I’ve never…with a—

“It really doesn’t matter, as long as the desire is there, you feel it don’t you? That sweet ache between those delicious thighs of yours, the way your nipples painfully hardened when I touched you?” She teased me, her breath fanning across my cheek, she was right but I felt slightly torn.

I parted my lips to deny, but she cut me off, “I could hear the way your heart raced when you noticed me staring, but if you insist.” She said suddenly bored, by the time she reached for a slime green colored jello shot, the party had gone back to normal without skipping a beat. Rhea began to walk away, I was dumbfounded, but quickly snapped out of it when I decided I wouldn't resist her.

“Rhea.” I called desperately, a little out of breath from the hold she had on me.

“Hm?” She barely spared me a glance. I wanted so badly for her to look at me, for those stunning, yet odd eyes to watch me.

I grabbed her by the hand, letting my fingers slide up her silk covered arm the same way hers had done mine. She seemed virtually unphased by me, but of course I wasn’t her. I didn’t have the same charisma as Rhea Bloody Ripley. “Is that what you think?” She hissed, she caught me off guard by pulling me against her, “I want you for more than the blood that runs through your veins, I wanna know what your flesh tastes like.” I knew people saw us, of course they did, mostly because of how Rhea stands out. Even in a crowd full of grown adults dressed up, everyone had their eyes on her, and now me.

I let her drag me off up the stairs to the second floor of the house. There were people up the stairs, taking up space, but for the most part they drunkenly chatted, paying Rhea and I no mind.

“Who else knows?” I asked meekly once we were alone, I was filled to the brim with questions, but tried not to spill them all out.

She chuckled, “Priest of course, and Finn. They’re the only two people I’ve confirmed it to, everyone else just suspects and makes up whatever they think sounds cool.” She rolled her eyes, she had walked me backwards towards the bed, taking her cloak off, and throwing over a bear by a desk chair. My hands moved to slide her slick black shirt off her shoulders, her skin was cold to the touch, and soft. She was covered in tattoos, the ink jet black, and fading. Those ruby eyes of her watched me intently as I pressed my lips to her skin, she sharply inhaled, “if you don’t calm down I swear.” She said through clenched teeth, I paused, my eyes flickered towards her, “your heart is pounding, and it’s taking everything in me not to drain you.” She explained, her voice impossibly quiet, her eyelids low as she looked upon me.

“Sorry.” I whispered, I took a moment to breathe, and calm down. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders losely, her arms came around my waist, and reached up to untie the strings of my corset. Our lips pressed together in a fervent kiss, her tongue pushed past my lips, and caressed me.

“Mm you taste like chocolate.” She hummed pleasantly, I could feel air properly return to my lungs as she unties the last string. She trailed wet kisses down my breast as she tugged the dress down my body. Her lips wrapped around nipple, sucking, and gently tugging on it with her perfect teeth.

I didn’t fight the whine that escaped my body this time, I stepped out the dress, then kicked it to the side, and sat on the edge of the bed in only my underwear. “Let me see that pretty pussy baby.” Rhea purred, without hesitation, and eager to please her, I leaned back on the bed. The weight of my breast caused them to slightly fall to either side, our gazes locked as we removed more layers. I didn’t even bother to take my panties all the way off, instead they hung off my leg as I parted my thighs wide enough for her to see me.

Rhea didn’t miss not one movement, from the moment I brought my index and middle finger up to my lips, to when I brought them back down to spread my labia open. She watched me hungrily, starved, and desperate. The last thing to come off her was an expensive looking pair of shoes before she knelt in front of me, but she didn’t stop me, instead trailed kisses up my thighs. My two fingers dived deep until knuckles disappeared, “fuck.” I cried, after pumping my fingers a few good times, and coating myself, I pulled all the way out.

Without me having to ask her to, Rhea sucked my fingers hungrily, her tongue sliding between the crevices to make sure she didn’t miss anything. “You taste so fucking good, hmm my god.” She hurried her face into my lower abdomen, reflexively sucked my tummy in, I couldn’t help but be aware that Rhea was in way better shape than me. Most of the women in the company where, but then there’s me, my body was—

“Soft, and delicate, like a garden flower. You may be tough as nails in the ring, but you’re still human. A gorgeous one, that doesn’t need to compare herself to anyone, do you understand?” She was gentle with her tone, but firm in her belief in my beauty, I could feel the way my face heat up. Suddenly I didn’t want her seeing me.

“Yes.” My voice came out meeker than I expected, she planted sweet kisses on my stomach once again. Unfortunately for me my lips moved before I had time to stop myself, “I haven’t…in a while, and my ex, he was bad at head.”

The last thing I expected was for her to laugh, a deep, hearty laugh. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth slacked open. I bit my lip, certain that whatever had blossomed between us was over. “If I had a dollar for every time a man couldn’t find the clit I wouldn’t need to wrestle ever again.”

I was beyond confused, “I’m sorry?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know too many men that knew how to please women without their dick, let alone their mouths. What you need… is exactly what you want. So tell me, how do you like your pussy ate?”

She was so bold, and confident. If I could feel the chagrin expression on my face, I knew she could see it just as well. “Well I…” I started off quietly, I felt so unsure all of a sudden, a moment ago I was ready to rip her clothes off.

“Do use your outside voice sweetie.” She teased, her fingers were still kneading my thighs keeping the ach between them going, like kindling a flame.

“I like to be teased a little, but I mainly like the focus here.” My fingers landed carefully over the clit, her eyes followed my hand down, and the smirk that curled onto her lips told me I wasn’t leaving this bed till we both got what we came for.

“So like this?” She replaces my fingers with her lips gingerly sucking me in before letting go with a pop sound. My back arched up off the bed, but her hand pushed me back down in place. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckled, with her thumb she drew light circles around my brownish bud, while simultaneously pushing into me with her tongue. My body nearly folded in half for her as I brought my legs back further to give her full access to me.

Her tongue swirled around from my clit, and sliding between small intricate crevices I myself hadn’t even thought of as if she was actually exploring my body. It felt so damn good I was at a loss for words, and I wasn’t sure if it was that good because it was just her or because it’s been so long for me. “Fuck, your so fucking sloppy, but I love it.” I confessed through a whimper of pleasure.

“Hmm, yeah, you like it when I eat this pretty pussy of yours? You like how your fucking juices are all over my lips and chin?” She breathed heavily, the smile on her lips looked more like a predator flashing its teeth in warning. The tips of her ears became pointed, my hand reached out to touch her, but her hand caught me. “You might not like what you see princess, you’ve never seen a vampire in their true form.” Her face hidden from me, her thumb drawing circles, keeping the heat between my thighs going.

“Show me.” My curiosity was getting the best of me.

“One thing at a time, love.” Her voice was the softest I’ve ever heard it, I almost forgot how easy it would be for her to overpower me. I didn’t have time to process much else because her lips were back on me, and this time with the internet to finish me off. Not like it would take much, I’m easy like that. Rhea’s index and middle finger delved deep inside of me, and her lips sucking with a bit more aggression. I threw my head back, an intense sensation rolling throw me in waves I couldn’t control, “that it, let it out baby, nobody is gonna hear how much of fucking needy slut you are for me.” She teased, her fingers still working on me, pumping in and out of me till I came, squirting all over her and myself.

“Oh my fucking god yes!” My thighs trembled uncontrollably, I didn’t fight it, it all felt too good to care about anything else. I could feel her hands massaging up my thighs, I wasn’t sure what she was going to do with me now, but I’d let her hit me over the head with a bat if she so wished.

“Now I want to taste you for real.” Rhea climbed on top of me, her face was so close to mine I could see the small tattoos that kissed her hairline. She straddled my hips, she only pulled away enough for me to fully see her face and the way it had transformed. She looked mature, like she had lived thousands of lives, here ruby irises appeared to be darker like blood. And when she talked, thick, sharp incisors stood out amongst her other teeth. Dark black veins rose to the surface of the skin underneath her eyes, this time when I reached my hand out she didn’t move away.

I knew she could hear the way my heart was about ready to rip from my rib cage, “you’re scared of me?” She wasn’t really sure what I was feeling, I guess it was hard to gauge my emotions when they’re all over the place.

“Yes…but I’m also excited.” I confessed honestly, the emotion in her eyes flickered too fast for me to tell what she was thinking. She took my wrist in her hand, her lips kissed directly where my pulse thumped underneath the skin. “Will this turn me into a vampire?” I asked ignorantly, there were so many variations to vampirism, one could never know what’s true or not.

“No.” She paused to chuckle, “but it will hurt as would anything biting into your flesh.” Her fingers caressed me down my arm, if she was meaning to calm me, it did work slightly. Then a thought crossed my mind, she answered me before I could get the words past my lips.

“Feeding from the neck is very intimate, and I try to maintain a healthy distance from that.” She explained, her gaze met mine as she brought my wrist to her lips where she kissed me there. “It will sting for a moment, but it’ll go away after a moment.” She murmured over my skin, she hesitated for a second, her eyes screeching for any sign of regret, or uncertainty. But I was grounded in my decision. She was right. I did hurt, the stinging feeling was on instant contact, but I tried not to overreact. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes looked ferocious as she lapped up as much of my blood as possible without having to detach herself from me.

I could feel my head getting dizzy at first, the way the room spun made me feel like I was floating, or rather I was dying? I wasn’t sure which one it was, but if it was me dying then what better way to go than in the hands of a beautiful woman. The last thing I saw before the world went black were those red eyes staring down at me…

[malliluvs]

bloodied lips

rhea ripley x f!reader

After losing her fight, she seeks her girlfriend out to blow off some steam.

word count: 1.8k

(incomplete bc idk if its good)

18+!!

warnings : rhea taking her anger out on you, mean-ish rhea, cursing, smoking, mommy rhea, pure smut, oral r!recieving and r!giving, fingering r!recieving, teasing, edging, slight sadism/ masochism, thigh riding, bad girl good girl type, degredation/ praise kink, rough fucking, strap usage, cowgirl, mirror stuff, somewhat bratty reader, idk what else just really slutty

note: this is about the summer slam 2021, rhea ripley vs. nikki a.s.h vs. charlotte flair, also this is my first time writing smut that wasn't a jokey joke so erm!!! and theres barely any plot, mostly just smut bc.

if you asked me a year ago, i never would have imagined myself front row at the summer slam, but yet i was here.

i watched rhea walk into the ring, she practically demanded respect with her presence. and god knows i would give it to her. i couldn't believe i was watching my girlfriend walk into a ring.

of course, i've seen it plenty of times, but i could never get enough of it. and the best part was that she was always the most riled up after winning a good match.

but, what i didn't expect was the complete opposite. not only did she not win, she failed miserably. i winced at every blow she suffered, nikki and charlotte were not holding back.

everytime rhea looked at me in the crowd i blew her a kiss, that would usually pick her spirits up. but she was far too angry to care about me, or anyone for that matter, all she cared about was winning this fight.

after the fight, i waited back in her dressing room for rhea. i was sitting at her vanity, watching the next fight on the tv in the corner of the room. she walked in fuming.

curses spilled out of her mouth.

"that fucking bitch , using those cheesy ass moves , fucking bitch!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, before glaring at herself in the mirror.

i jumped as she kicked the chair, i furrowed my eyebrows. "rhea?" i said, my voice calm as i tried to hopefully calm her down.

she looked at me, but it wasn't the normal, loving look she gave me before the match, it was a death glare.

i gulped, before taking a deep breath. "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly. "there's always next ti-"

"no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled. " i spent fucking months training for this fight and i couldn't do shit, so don't tell me about next time, i don't need a fucking pep talk." rhea clenched her fists, running her hands over her head as she paced around the room.

i stayed quiet, looking down.

"get over here." she told me, i just looked up at her.

"i said, get the fuck over here, y/n. im not in a good mood." she said, wiping the blood off her lips as she stared at me, her voice eerily calm.

i got up from the vanity that i sat in, i looked up at rhea, she could be terrifying when she was pissed. i took small steps towards her, before she grabbed me by the back of my neck.

my eyes widened as she pulled me into a kiss. my face flushed a deep crimson as she bit my lip harshly. i was used to rhea being a bit rough, but i couldn't help but be surprised when i felt a sharp, burning pain on my lip, and blood trickled from my lip onto her own.

she pulled back, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip, smudging the blood on my lips. she licked the blood of her lips, her eyes filled with anger and lust. almost as a warning of what was to come if i didn't obey her.

"take your clothes off." rhea demanded. my eyes widened. we had never done anything like this in such a public place, nevermind outside our bedroom. even if it was her dressing room, we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now to reprimand her.

"rhea you can't be seri-"

"off. now."

i looked down, it was clear i wasn't gonna get a word in. "but-"

she grabbed me roughly. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. just do as i say, now take. it. off." i knew i should be scared of her, but the wetness in my panties were telling me otherwise.

i knew i shouldn't tease her, but i couldn't help myself. i turned my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"no."

rhea's eyes turned a dark shade of red, she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" she yelled. my eyes widened at her tone, gosh she was such a turn on when she was angry.

"i said no! i don't wanna, i wanna finish watching the fight." i huffed, before sitting down on a nearby couch, ignoring rhea entirely. i could practically feel her staring at the back of my head, her eyes like lazers.

i heard her breathing increase, i was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. i knew she wasn't gonna let this behavior slide, and that only excited me more.

i heard rhea walk out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed.

by the time we got back into her car to leave, rhea couldn't keep her eyes off of me, she was practically begging for my attention, and i didn't listen to her.

"y/n. look at me." she demanded, she was still pissed about her fight, and even more pissed that i wasn't paying her any mind.

"you know what? okay." that was all rhea said. my eyes widened and i looked at her, but rhea was already pulling out of the parking space.

did i fuck up? no.

i looked at the smirk that adorned her face, she had something planned, and i was completely unprepared.

the second we got back to her apartment, she pushed me up against the wall and gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. she gripped me tight, i winced in pain, her large hand was a blessing and a cruse. i felt her hand unbuckle my belt and unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

i let out a shaky breath. "rhea..." i whined, i couldn't ignore her when her hands were on me, it was impossible.

"shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. if i weren't so turned on i probably would have punched her.

she wrapped her large hands around my waist, and picked me up like i weighed nothing. she threw me over the shoulder and took me to our bedroom.

she pushed me into the room, standing me in front of the large closet mirror.

"look at me." her voice caught me off guard and my eyes caught hers in the mirror, i felt a shiver run down my back as she glared at me.

she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. they pooled at my feet as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over my slit.

"god, fucking slut..." she cooed. i closed my eyes, and she bit my ear roughly. "you've been acting like such a bitch all day, you wanted this didn't you?"

i looked at her in the mirror, pleading for her to touch me. every touch of hers felt like heaven, and i needed more.

she scoffed. "what do you want?" she raised her chin up, tilting her head. god, i loved when she did that.

my words caught in my throat, i felt her thumb slowly graze my skin, and I felt my knees become weak.

"use your words." her voice was husky and demanding.

"i... i..." my words didn't seem to want to come out of my mouth.

rhea began to get frustrated, she pulled her hand out of my underwear, and gripped my waist, pulling it towards her. she roughly pushed me against the mirror, her hands the only things holding me up as my cheek smushed against the glass.

my heavy breath fogged up the mirror, as I looked back towards rhea, whos grinded her hips against me. "tell me what you want." she repeated, her hand inching up my shirt before roughly gripping one of my breasts.

i let out a surprised yelp. "rhea... i... i want you... please..." i begged, my voice was hoarse and whiny, i wasn't proud of it but at this point i couldn't care less.

"im pissed, y/n." she growled. "i wanted you to help me, and instead you gave me back talk then completely ignored me. do you really expect me to touch you?" she said, her voice was mocking, i could practically hear her smirk.

i should be mad, but i couldn't help the wet spot that formed on my underwear.

rhea let out a groan of frustration, sitting on the bed. she was manspreading as she glared at me, leaning back on her arms.

"so do it yourself."

my breath hitched at her words. "rhea... please i can't-"

"do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened.

i let out a small sigh, my eyes glazed over. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me.

i bit my lip, looking at her. her words repeated in my head

do you really wanna keep pissing me off?

my cooter wooter ached at her words. i moved my hips, moving them back and forth on her thigh.

i bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

she sat there watching me, clearly amused by the predicament she put me in.

I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless.

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach, i hid my face in the nook of her neck. i rocked my hips, they began to ache as i tried to chase my high.

"rhea... please... im so close... im gonna-" i was suddenly knocked off balance by rhea bouncing her leg, my orgasm fading away from me.

"i don't think you deserve it." rhea said, glaring at me.

i looked up at her, my lip trembling. "rhea please... i'll do anything!" i cried into her chest.

rhea sighed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting it, she took a drag and blew it in my face, her black lipstick staining the paper casing.

"go get it." she said, before taking another drag, the tip of the cigarette lighting a bright red as she did.

i felt relief at those words, was she gonna finally give me what i wanted?

i got up from her lap, my legs shaky from my previous denial, my core still aching from the loss. i opened the closet, and picked up a box. i opened it, pulling out a large, black, 7inch strap-on.

i practically drooled at the thought of rhea ruining me with it.

i walked back over to her, she snatched it out of my hand, before pulling down her jeans, she put it on and looked at me.

she grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down between her legs. she pushed it against my lips, practically growling at me.

"suck it."

-

i cant finish this just take this i dont know if it's good or not so erm!

[teganc]

Interview Confessions

Rhea Ripley x reader

A/N: This is my First ever Fic. I hope you like it. I would like to thank @rheas-ripley for this request. Go check out her page. She's great.

Monday Night Raw

Y/n POV

Y/n is walking around Backstage in catering grabbing a few snacks walking around before bumping into her ex Tag team partner and girlfriend Rhea Bloody Ripley. " Y/n watch where your going why don't ya, don't want your little fairy wings to get damaged " She starts laughing as Y/n shakes her head rolling her eyes. " Oh we wouldn't want that Mrs all mighty eradicator who's ego is bigger than Texas " Y/n walks away before being stopped by Cathy Kelly. " Y/n How are ya? " Y/n smiles giggling. " I'm ok what's up Cathy " She smiles giggling. " So The questions on everyone's mind is...What is going on Between you and the Women's World Champion Rhea Bloody Ripley " Y/n sighs shaking her head " Nothing tbh i have nothing but the up most respect for her even with everything that happened...she's doing awesome for herself and I couldn't be prouder " Y/n smiles at the memory of her winning the championship off of Charlotte Flair as Cathy clears her throat bringing Y/n out of her daze as Rhea Walks up " Y/n we need to talk " Y/n scoffs looking at her " what about?...cause after 2 years of absolute silence..I don't think there's anything to talk about " Y/n starts walking away as Rhea grabs her hand. " Roo Please..." Y/n stops looking down tearing up having not hearing that Nickname since the betrayal 2 and a half years ago. " Don't call me that ". Rhea looks at her with tears in her eyes as well. " I'm so sorry that I did what I did and how I ended things..if I can go back in time I would...please Sweet Girl...." Y/n looks at her as Rhea smiles softly. " Let me make things right between us ok? " Y/n looks at Cathy who was smiling and giving her the thumbs up before looking at Rhea and smiling. " Ok...." Rhea smiles picking her up and spinning her around looking into her eyes. " Ready to come home pretty girl ? " Y/n nods kissing her softly. " Let's go home " Cathy and everyone who was backstage started cheering and smiling happy to see " Skies Brutality " Back together off screen and on screen

Thee End

A/N: I would love some feedback. Thanks 😊

[ripleyfilms]

A FLOWER BORN IN HEAT.

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. rhea fucks you.

tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.

warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you. 

Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?” 

The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt. 

“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined. 

Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life. 

“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow. 

She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you. 

Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.” 

“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.” 

Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be. 

“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway. 

Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later. 

“Shit — yes Rhea — shit, shit, shit. Mami, I-I’m coming, fuuuck.” 

Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did. 

She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot. 

“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt. 

“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.

[mamiobesssionfics]

The New Doctor

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Smut

Request: Basically the idea in my head is the reader being like the "first aid" person, just to sanitize the small cuts and wounds, and checking that everything ok, dominik being flirty and rhea getting jealous🙈 smut+fluff?

A/N: Thank you for the request. This gave me Mignon vibes. Hope you enjoy it! 

After all those years spent in med school, you definitely didn't expect to end up here.

Working for the WWE, taking care of injured fighters, but you weren't complaining. 

You loved working with people and these people were so kind to you.

Most of the time they came in due to small injuries, cuts or small bruises.

They knew how to take care of themselves. 

Most of the time.

But when they didn't, it was you who had to patch them up. 

When you first met Rhea, the circumstances weren't the best. You only got to work when someone rushed over to you asking for help with Rhea.

Her shoulder got hurt during work out.

"What happened?" you asked her but her assistant began to answer. So, you gave him a look and said. "I believe she is a big girl and can answer for herself. Wait outside please." He left, leaving you and a very amused Rhea in the room. "So, what happened?" you asked her and she pulled her hand away from her left shoulder. 

"As I tried to hit, it was like my shoulder was stuck and when I punched it just... popped? But then I moved back so I don't think it dislocated." 

"Let me see." you stood up, leaving her sitting as you grabbed her elbow and shoulder. 

After feeling around you couldn't feel a dislocation. Then, you began to slowly move her arm but immediately stopped when she groaned. 

"I think you pulled the muscle. I didn't feel a dislocation so that's good. It will be sensitive for a couple of days, if it doesn't get better please visit a hospital."

"Thank you."

"If you want, I can check it for you tomorrow again. Feel free to come in." She smiled at you before leaving.

Leaving her perfume behind along with the way her skin felt along your fingers.

After that day, she made sure to come by your office every day.

Sometimes she would just sit there and watch you work but other times, she would talk to you.

You loved her accent and the way she talked.

So, you didn't mind her company while you worked.

You began to like her on a deeper level, more than a coworker. 

But you tried to stay professional. No matter how she made you laugh or blush.

"Ah, Dominik, come in." you waved, calling him in from the door way. 

You were with Rhea in your office when Dominik came in with a pained look. "What happened?"

"I fell and I heard my wrist... make a noise."

"Oh, how did you fell?" you asked as you washed your hand while he sat down on the examining table. 

Dominik explained how he fell while you examined his wrist and hand.

"You look beautiful today. But again, you always do, Doctor."

"Seems like you pulled your muscle here." you tried to ignore his words.

"I wouldn't mind pulling a different kind of muscle with you." you froze for a moment, your mind needed time to process what he just said.

Then your thumb pressed along his wrist and he cried out in pain.

"Keep on dreaming. Put ointment on it and it will be good in a couple of days." You handed him a bottle of the ointment before he nodded and with an acknowledgement of defeat, left your office. 

You let out a long sigh as you looked at the table in front of you, you almost forgot about Rhea.

Almost.

But soon, you felt her come up behind you as she trapped you in between her and the table. 

With your back to her, you felt your heart hammer in your chest. 

"Why is he talking to you like that?" she said. 

"I'm not interested in him. Or anyone else." you said while she moved her nose into your neck, you felt her breath on your skin.

"You are mine." she said and you were about to reply when her hand reached in between your legs. "Say it."

"I'm yours." you said without any hesitation as her hand reached into your pants and found your clit where she began her assault. 

Her lips worked on your neck and shoulder while her fingers worked their magic on your most sensitive part. You weren't sure how you are standing.

Your legs were shaking at every word she said.

"Good girl." "Are you close?" Will you come for me?"

She kept praising you.

You were so close.

"Say it again and I will let you come." 

"I'm yours." you said with a whine and she didn't lie. 

Your enitre body was shaking as you came undone. She pulled her fingers out of your pants and turned you around to face her.

She liked her fingers with a wicked smile.

"Never forget who made you cum like that." she said and simply walked out.

Leaving you a mess. 

You looked at the door Rhea just walked out of. 

"What the fuck just happened?" you asked no one in particular.

But you had a feeling deep down. A feeling that let you know this was only the beginning.

A/N: Inbox is open for all of your lovely requests!

[visionarymode]

Relax

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: rhea ripley x female reader

✧ word count: 804

“No,” you chimed in recognizing the familiar, tension-filled silence between the two of you. 

“I didn’t even say anything,” she laughed. 

“You didn’t have to,” you eyed her through the mirror as she smiled at your tone. 

“Where you going?” she asked as you walked over to the doorknob. “Tired of me already?” she joked. 

“No, I was gonna go get a drink,” you crossed your arms as she walked over to you. 

“A drink?” her jaw sarcastically dropped with a whisper. “Thirsty, huh?” she smirked as her face was inches away from yours. 

“Rhea,” you sternly said before your eyes fell to her hands that slid around your waist. 

“What?” she whispered, pulling on your body so it was touching hers. 

“We can’t,” you whispered back, eyelids low on her lips as she licked them. 

“Why not?” she asked, her right hand roaming down to squeeze your right ass cheek. 

“B-Because…” you stuttered as you felt the heat between your thighs get hotter. 

“I’ve yet to hear a reason,” she taunted as she moved your hair out of your eyes. 

“We just can’t,” you snapped out of it and looked her right in her eyes. But her power was just too much. 

“Then why does it feel so good?” she whispered, her lips brushing yours as she used both hands to squeeze your ass again. She tilted your chin with her finger and you felt yourself getting wetter as the both of you were locked into each other’s eyes. 

“Relax…” she whispered, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. She gently pushed you back up against the door as you heard the lock click. Her thumb pulled onto your bottom lip as you let out a sigh and gave in, again. You both moaned as your tongues reunited, the tension leaving with the spark reigniting. You took turns sucking on each other’s tongues, raking your fingers in each other’s hair, and heavily breathing between kisses. She abruptly scooped you up into her arms as you wrapped your legs around her waist. You giggled as she dropped you on the couch but turned it into a moan as she smoothed her hands over your body to snatch your top off. 

“Fuck…” you gasped as she audibly popped your breast in her mouth, her tongue speedily flicking and licking your nipple as you shut your eyes. 

“Can’t ever get enough of this body,” she mumbled with kisses up your stomach, massaging your breasts in her palms. 

“Turn around…” she purred in your ear with a nibble. She slowly and menacingly hooked her fingers under the hem of your laced thong. 

“Rhea…” you whined before she bit your ass cheek, playing with your clothed pussy making you tremble on all fours. 

“Can’t wait huh?” she giggled as she flattened her tongue over your clothed wetness making you shudder. 

“You’re so wet my love,” she moaned before taking your panties off, throwing them across the room, and spanking you again. You rolled your body back in her direction as she planted a sloppy kiss between your folds. You gasped as her tongue swirled up, down, and between your folds. 

“Fuuuuuck…” you whined as her licks and kisses became louder. 

“You taste so good baby,” she moaned as she squeezed your ass. Your head fell to your chest as your moans heightened along with the pace of her tongue. 

“I-I-“ you whined as you gripped the pillow in front of you. 

“Mhm…mhm,” she mumbled as she buried her lips deep inside of you, her loud slurps filling the room. 

“I’m gonna cum…” you gasped as she spanked you again, her hands sliding down your back and around your hips. 

“Cum for me…” she purred as her palms found their way back around your ass to spread you open wider. You felt heat pool your lower back as your eyes fluttered from her warm and enticing tongue casting you right under the overwhelming spell. 

“Fuck…” you moaned one last time as your arms staggered on the couch, your orgasm taking over as you came all over her needy tongue. She moaned and caressed your lower back with her nails as she licked up every drop of your nectar. 

“Mmm, so good…” she whispered as she left kisses on your inner thighs. You tried to catch your breath from all the panting as she left little pecks up your back.

“Look how good you taste,” she purred in your ear as she turned your jaw, and squeezed your cheeks open as she dipped her tongue in for you to catch a taste. 

“Mmm,” you sucked on her tongue one last time as you both smiled on each other’s lips. “Time for me to get a taste now, huh?” you teased with another sloppy kiss before pushing her onto the couch. 

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[thefirstforgottenpages]

Just Another Win

I’d like to call it my victory lap

Authors note: Y’all really ate the first one tf up soooo… (me acting like I didn’t read every Rhea ripley x reader on tumblr)

Also Rhea with long hair makes me wanna crawl to Australia 

Warnings: smut, hurt comfort, fluff, wrestler!reader, (twisted/noncannon storyline) Nia Jax, Rhea being stubborn, mommy/mami kink, oral, strap on (reader receiving), praise, choking, manhandling… that’s about it (not proofread, I’ll go back and fix it later lmao)

You were livid, you were positively fuming. You watched in gut twisting fear as Nia Jax went off script again and started to beat the ever loving shit out of your girlfriend Rhea. You knew that Rhea was in actual pain when her signature smirk wiped off her face as she got slammed onto her back again and again. You glance around, frantically making eye contact with a few of your friends that were sitting in front row with you. The mirrored horror and confusion that was on their face’s confirmed to you your very worst nightmare. None of this was planned. 

Nia just wanted to win. And she was going to do anything she could to secure that. What made it worse was when the mic and camera would pick up Rhea’s tortured facial expressions and pained groans. You were sick to your stomach as Jax slammed her onto the monitor covered desk, the ragged gasp that Rhea let out caused you to swiftly turn your head away from the match, scrunching your nose in apprehension. 

Nia’s plan failed in the end. You cheered every time Rhea kicked out of a pin, and when she won, you didn’t care that you broke character, When camera’s weren’t focusing on you, you blew Rhea a kiss, your smile growing wider as her eyes softened while she nodded back at you.

You showed more of your concern later when you both were back at the hotel. “I won didn’t I?” Rhea responds when you ask her if she’s okay. You smile before arching your brow quizzically. “If you say so hon…” you trail off kissing her cheek before wrapping your arms around her. “You worry too much.” Rhea says softer before pulling you in closer to her body. You can tell she’s flattered by the sentiment although when she kisses you quickly on the lips pulling you backwards onto the bed. “I worry too little baby,” you crow, climbing on top of her with ease. Rhea chuckles letting you straddle her, strong hands coming up to grip your waist. As she winces softly, ribs no doubt sore, you frown. “My point exactly.” You say more seriously leaning down to kiss at any skin you can reach.

You know you’ve done your job when you pull away slowly to find Rhea blushing heavily the back of her hand attempting to cover her mouth. You giggle at this scooting closer to her as Rhea’s arm snakes around your torso pulling you snug to her chest. “I love you.” She purrs smoothly, and no matter how many times you hear it, the words still make you beam, blushing as you mumble back “I love you more.” 

“You’re always so good to me.” Rhea whispers and the tone in her voice has you shivering, but nonetheless nuzzling into her to place several lewd and biting kisses to her neck. Rhea bites her lip, a whine falling past them anyways. “Are you up to this?” You say trailing your hands up— and much to Rhea’s delight, they dip under her shirt coming to massage delicate  circles to the sensitive skin of her boobs. “Fuck yes I do darling.” Rhea stutters as you lean your head on her chest, looking up at her knowingly, batting your eyelashes in a way you know she loves. 

She licks her lips as you scoot your body lower rolling up her band t-shirt as you do. “You don’t think I would want to celebrate with my girl?” She smiles, a hypnotic look of lust evident in her eyes as you kiss down her tattooed stomach. You shrug, hiding behind your hair while you pull her shorts and panties down smoothly. “Ah ah none of that my love.” Rhea looks down at you through hooded eyes. You moan softly as her hand wraps in your hair, pulling it away from your face. “Mommy wants to see you tonight sweetheart.” You laugh at her stupefied expression as you begin to suck at her clit. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” Your words are muffled and when Rhea’s thighs shake at your words, you whimper into her pussy. “Y-yeah—Jesus-you’re too-shit-too fuckin’ good to me.” Rhea repeats, her hand grips tighter in your hair and you know you’re eating her out the way she always craves. “Like this mommy?” You hum out before slowly licking down to her gushing heat. The way Rhea’s hips buck into your mouth is answer enough, but the unrestrained moan that she lets out has your own cunt throbbing with need.

Rhea’s eyes roll back when your middle and index finger slip inside her. You giggle quietly loving the reactions you can coax out of the usually stoic woman as you continue to pleasure her to the best of your abilities. And your abilities were good you thought, as Rhea let out a pleasured cry that distinctly had a mix of your name in it. “Fucking hell.” Her words are slurred as she pushes your head closer to her cunt not that you minded. 

You gasp as Rhea begins to grind against your face. A mix of curse words and praises fall from her lips as her hand comes down to grip at the sheets. You can tell she’s going to cum when her thighs start to close around your head. And when Rhea feels you moan her name softly into her she does. You can’t help but to stare, absolutely enraptured with your girlfriend’s pleasured expression.

You crawl back up to her slowly lips quirking up as Rhea swears at your debauched appearance. You were panting softly, pupils blown and darkened, a heavy pink hue painting your cheeks. Rhea groaned as she pulled you in to place a sultry kiss on your swollen lips. You lay partially atop her as she reaches to her bag on the nearby bedside table. Your smile grows absolutely unrestrained as Rhea smirks at you pulling out her purple and black strap. 

You strip as she puts it on, throwing your shirt into the room. Rhea’s longer hair falls into your face as she climbs on top of you. “Have I ever told you how much I like you with long hair?” You mumble as she kisses you once more. “Considering you tell me everyday I would think so love.” Rhea laughs, voice low and raspy.  You cling to Rhea as she rubs the tip of the dildo on your clit loving when you gasp out. “You’re so fucking sexy.” You hiccup as she finally thrusts into you. 

Rhea’s hand finds its place at your throat before she responds “That’s all you sweetheart.” You blush mouth forming an ‘o’ as Rhea quickens the pace of her hips. “Taking this so well darling.” Rhea coos to you whining when the sound of your wet heat reach her ears. Your back arches off the bed as you wrap your arms around her neck. Your voice is pitchy as you mewl out her name, Rhea muffles your cries as she drags her lips across yours yet again. 

“Such a good girl.” Rhea murmurs to you as her head dips to suck at your collarbone. Your moans warble unintelligibly as you clench around the girth of the dildo. “Rhea-I-oh my god!” You can’t even speak a full sentence with how good she’s rutting into you. Rhea knows this responding with a knowing chuckle. “Does that feel good baby?” She purrs to you lowly, hand gripping just a little bit tighter on your neck. 

You nod simply, already fucked completely dumb by her precise thrusts. Another keen slips from your lips as Rhea lifts up your legs, the position making her immediately find the part inside of you that had you writhing beneath her. “Oh there we fucking go.” Rhea sighs as your eyes roll back again. “Right there? Yeah?” She chides. She knows fully well that you couldn’t answer even if you wanted. But as you nod your head vigorously Rhea’s smirk deepens. “Right fucking there.” The gravelly timbre in her voice has you clawing at her back as she continues to pound into you.

“Fuck me…” you trail off in your wreaked state unable to get out more than a few words. “M-mommy please I- Rhea!” The tightened coil of pleasure winds deep in your belly, close to snapping. You’re so very, very close. 

“Don’t stop—don’t stop I’m-‘m gonna cum!” Rhea groans at your state grabbing gently at your face. “I don’t plan on stopping love.” She grins as you shudder. “Go ahead and make a mess sweetheart, mommy’s got you.”  Rhea squeezes again at your throat, and at her lewd words you moan out her name, coming with a hoarse cry. Rhea continues to piston her hips until you’re fucked throughly through your orgasm. As she stills, you pull her body against  yours. 

“All good?” Rhea asks smoothly, her breath hitches however when you press several love bites onto her bare chest. You nod tiredly but nonetheless brighten as Rhea draws nameless shapes into your skin gazing at you lovingly. “My pretty girl.” She whispers wrapped up in the feeling of just being with you. “My stubborn woman.” You coo back just as lovingly but you both laugh knowing how close to the truth it was.

[mamisfavmosherz]

Hello. I hope your doing well. I would like to request a Rhea Ripley X Pregnant Reader where reader and Rhea is planning a gender reveal and Choose to do it live on Monday Night Raw as reader is about to take maternity leave and is very emotional cause the wwe has been her dream since she was little girl so she ends up celebrating with the wwe universe and the locker rooms. If not I'll understand. Thanks you 😊

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, Fluffy

A/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long. My brain was malfunctioning on how to even start this lol. Honestly idek if i like this, but I hope this is somewhat what you wanted! 😭

Masterlist , WWE Masterlist

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Big Dreams Let To This

You were in bed with Rhea, facing upwards the back of your head laying on her chest, her hand gently rubbing your belly. You were about 19 weeks pregnant and had just gotten the gender of your baby but had asked your doctor not to tell you, so you had the envelope with the gender on the bedside table. You and Rhea had been cuddling trying to decide how to do this gender reveal. You thought about doing it as a small gathering with both of your families and friends, but that just didn’t feel right for you guys. There was also the fact that all of your friends were wrestle and barely had any time off, Rhea also didn’t have that much time off, and to get both your families here at a time were everyone was free was harder than one would think. You also wanted to include the fans in some way, but you weren’t sure how.

“Well baby why don’t we just do it Monday at Raw ? All of our friends will be there and the show is where your parents live” Rhea suggested a smile on her face before she even said it. Your eyes immediately lit up at the idea. You would have everything you wanted, your friends and family, you would get to do it at a wrestling show, which has been your entire life sense you were a little girl, the people you do this for -other than yourself - the fans, would be there. It was perfect, well almost, there was no way Rhea’s family was gonna be able to make it for Raw in time.

"What about your family ? We can't do this without them... this isn't just about me. It's about us and our family." you said with a small smile on your face, your eyes a little glossy as this perfect idea didn't seem as perfect anymore.

Rhea lightly kissed your head a smile on her face, which made you frown, wondering why she would be smiling right now. "Well, my sweet girl, I already saved them tickets to the show, and their on their way right now. They should be lading tomorrow morning" you eyes lit up like Christmas lights a big smile adorning your face.

Rhea had already planned it out beforehand. She had the idea of doing the gender reveal at Raw for a little while, but she wasn't sure how you would react. Either way, whether that idea ended up happening or you did it another way, she knew the gender reveal was happening this week, so she bought her parents and sister plane tickets to where this week's show was happening and saved them Raw tickets just incase. Her family was gonna ride with you guys and stay at your house for the week either way so no matter your preference, Rhea knew it was going to work out.

You didn't even question her. You were just happy this was gonna happen the way you never ever knew you needed it to happen. You turned your head a little a kissed Rhea softly but passionately. You slowly sperated putting your foreheads together your eyes starting to get teary.

"What's wrong, lovely ?" You softly chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. "These are happy tears. I can't believe this happening"

Next Monday night, you were backstage sitting in the judgments club house. Damian and Dom were sitting beside you, Finn was sitting on the floor stretching, getting ready for his match, which was happening before your announcement. Rhea was making sure both your families were settled before coming back to the clubhouse.

"Fams all good, you guys ready ?" The boys all nodded and stood up, getting their final stretches in before the had to go out there. Rhea went over to you and helped you get up before holding your hand and giving you a quick kiss.

"When the match is over and it's just us in the ring, you can come out, okay ? Not before that, though, please, I don't want you getting hurt, either of you, " Rhea said before bending down and kissing you belly, then kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded, loving Rhea's caring side. You wished her and the boys good luck before they walked out when their theme song started. You stayed behind in gorilla watching the match and waiting for your que to come out.

The match had been intense, Dom, Damian, and Rhea getting involved when they could without the Ref seeing and helping Finn get the win. Once their song started playing and all four of them stood in the middle of the ring celebrating, you got closer to the curtains, ready to go out there. You were nervous but also very excited.

"Well, well, well, would you look at that ? another win for the judgment day." Rhea said before doing her evil laugh. Some people cheered while others booed. Damian continued saying how everyone needed to Rise for the judgment day, Finn celebrated his win, saying they were the most dominant faction in all of wwe. Dom tried to talk but wasn't able to beacuse of the boos. Rhea shouted into the mic, telling the wwe universe to shut up, not only because of their stupid booing for Dom but also because they had another celebration to be had. At that, the crowd calmed down and started listening.

In that moment, your theme song started blasting, and you came out with a microphone in hand. People started cheering as they hadn't seen you in a while with you being on leave. Rhea sat on the second rope and held your hand, helping you climb in. You smiled at her and walked to the middle of the ring surrounded by your Judgment Day Family. You took a deep breath and listened to people cheering your name, your eyes already watering thanks to those damn hormones.

"I love you guys... I love you and this job so much... which is why I- no, we are here to share some big news with ya'll" you said, holding Rhea's hand.

"This industry has been a big part of my life sense I was little girl, and it will always be a big part of my life and now it's gonna be a big part of our babies life. This is why I wanted to share our babies gender here, surrounded by my family, my friends, you guys, the fans, inside a wwe ring. " Your face was already covered in tears thinking about your baby and how much you're gonna do so they have the best life you can possibly give them. Everyone started cheering just as excited to know the baby's gender as you were.

"Mami... wanna do the honors. " Rhea smiled before walking over to the ropes where the Pyro guys were handing her a remote, which controlled the pryo in the arena. You took a deep breath before everyone started counting down. "3... 2... 1..." Rhea pressed the button and pink Pyro, and confetti started going all around the Arena. You started crying and hugged Rhea, the boys gave you guys a moment before also joining in on the family hug.

After celebrating with the wwe universe you went backstage with Rhea and the boys. Right as you passed through the curtains all your friends were there congratulating you and giving you hugs. This was perfect, all you needed now was to see your family.

"Babe the boys are gonna get changed really quickly and then we can go find our fams and go out for dinner okay?" Rhea said once you were able to get away to a more quite area now that all the congrats had been given. You nodded and gave her a bright smile before waiting for them all to get ready.

Once everyone was ready you all meet with yours and Rheas families for dinner. You all talked and ate for a few hours. There sitting with your family - both blood and soul - you smiled. Your babygirl would be spoiled that for sure, but you wouldn't want it any other way. You were gonna give her the best life and you wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else than the people surrounding you and it's all thanks to a little girl with a big dream of getting to the wwe.

[fan-fantasies]

Fragile

A/N: we’re only 10 followers away from 5400, so if you’re seeing this, please follow!

Pairing: Rhea x fem!Reader

Warnings: size kink, fingering, oral f receiving

Rhea Ripley: the bane of your existence.

Ever since you joined the raw roster it was like she made it her mission to humiliate you. She was always calling you cute and fragile, simply because you were smaller than her.

She liked to spar with you in training so she could throw you around like a rag doll. You didn’t mind the training so much as it helped strengthen your skills against bigger opponents.

“Hey, can I see you in my office?” Adam Pierce called to you as you walked by.

“What’s up, boss?” You asked.

“You have a match tonight against Rhea, it’s a contenders match,” he said.

“Really? That’s amazing!”

“Rhea requested it actually so you should thank her.”

“Huh, yeah, I’ll go do that,” you said.

Why would Rhea request a contenders match against you? That was out of character for her.

You found her in the locker room getting her gear ready for the show.

“Hey, doll,” she said with a smirk.

“I heard you requested a match against me tonight. So thanks, I guess. Just wondering if there’s an ulterior motive behind it?”

“No ulterior motive. You know I love getting to rough you up,” she shrugged.

“Yeah, in training. We’ve never had a match before though.”

Rhea stalked toward you with a sinister smile on her face. She backed you against the wall, towering over you.

“Now everyone gets to see what a fragile little doll you are. I can’t wait for everyone to watch me break you.”

Her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“And what if I win?” You asked bravely. She let out a chuckle.”

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna ruin you,” she said in your ear. Your stomach did a flip and you felt yourself growing wet at her words.

She left you in the locker room to deal with your feelings. You could really use a cold shower but there wasn’t enough time. You had to get ready for the show to start.

When your name was announced against Rhea, the crowd went wild. The energy between the two of you was electric and they could all feel it.

She stood across the ring from you, staring you down with a hunger in her eyes. The bell sounded and you began to dance around one another.

You decided to take initiative and make the first move. You tried to kick out her legs but she dodged you and knocked you down effortlessly.

You got back up and charged at her, only for her to knock you down once more. She was toying with you and you knew it.

Before you could get back up, Rhea scooped you up and held you high in the air, her head between your legs. She looked up at you with a smirk.

“What a pretty view,” she said, before slamming you down on the mat.

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, needing a moment to catch your breath. Rhea climbed on top of you and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.

“Everyone’s watching, little one. They love when I throw you around like the doll you are.”

She quickly picked you up and folded you into a riptide, slamming you back down. She rolled you up and pinned you in her signature style, grinding her hips into your ass. She looked down at you with a smirk as she kept you in that position way after the three count had finished.

You were hurting for sure, but you had to admit that having Rhea manhandle you had turned you on.

You hobbled back to the locker room and decided it was time for that cold shower.

You grabbed a towel and chose the stall farthest from the door. The water soon hit your body and began to relax your frayed nerves.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard the door open. Footsteps were getting closer to you before the curtain of your stall was ripped open.

“Rhea!” You shrieked, trying to cover yourself up.

“Did you think you could get away from me that easily?” She asked, stepping under the stream, pressing you against the wall. “Cold shower, huh? Something got you hot and bothered?”

“N-no,” you lied. Her large hand wrapped around your throat.”

“Wanna try that again?”

“You, you have me hot and bothered.”

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked. With her free hand, she pinned yours above your head. She began to kiss and suck marks onto your neck, causing you to moan.

“Rhea, please,” you whined.

“So desperate for me already,” she chuckled. “I’m gonna take care of you, little one, don’t you worry.”

She slid a hand between your thighs and quickly found your clit with her fingers. She finally pressed her lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your head was spinning between feeling her lips and her fingers working wonders between your legs.

“I want you to cum for me, doll, make a mess on my hand,” she demanded.

A few more seconds with her fingers on your clit and your legs went weak beneath you. If it wasn’t for her having you pinned to the wall, you were sure you would’ve collapsed.

She swallowed your moans with a kiss and let you come down from your high slowly.

“I want you on your knees for me,” she said. You didn’t even question her as you sank down before her. She looked down at you with the biggest grin on her face.

“You’re gonna eat me out like a good girl, understand?”

“Yes,” you nodded. She threw a leg over your shoulder so you’d have better access. She reached down and threaded her fingers through your hair, pulling you flush with her pussy.

You licked a strip between her folds and she threw her head back. You focused on her clit, dipping into her entrance every now and again to gather more of her wetness. She tasted amazing and it caused you to moan.

“Are you enjoying this, doll? Such a good girl for me,” she sighed.

You could tell she was getting closer by the way her grip tightened on your hair. She began to fuck herself on your tongue and was quickly cumming, doing her best to quiet her moans.

She pulled you back up onto your feet and kissed you, wanting to taste herself on you.

“Fancy coming back to my place tonight? I’m not done ruining you yet,” she said, looking down at you, taking your smaller hand in hers.

“Only if you promise to stop calling me fragile.”

“We’ll see just how much you can handle then,” she said with a smirk. You knew you were in for a long night.

[houseofripley]

Hopeless Romantic Rhea Headcanons

just some things while i slowly write my next oneshot

○ rhea loved loving. loved the breeze that swayed through trees, loved the smell of rain, loved the view of couples strolling down the street, loved the way the sunlight would peak through blinds. her heart was full of love.

○ hugging herself at night trying to fall asleep as she thought about you.

○ blushing when talking to or about you.

○ she's always sneaking glances at you in the locker room as you get ready.

○ everything about you rhea viewed as art. your dimples, your scars, your ability shift into a completely different person whenever you stepped into the ring. you were perfect to her.

○ it was obvious to literally everyone that rhea had an admiration for you. except you.

○ rhea felt like she knew the 'real' you. she saw right through the face you put up for everyone. she studied your behavior changes when you thought you were alone, the way your nerves took over your body when you got in your head, just for you to force it all down when someone was near in order to please them. rhea fantasized about how she'd comfort you if she wasn’t so damn shy.

○ she often gets caught staring into nothingness just daydreaming about spending time with you.

○ one time she accidentally liked an instagram post of yours from five years ago. she didn't open instagram for weeks after.

○ members of the judgment day spent months helping her build up the courage to ask you on a date. when you agreed rhea was in awe that you'd actually give her the time of your day.

○ said first date lasted an entire day. rhea took you all over the place, a park for a picnic, the lake, a museum, the zoo, a fancy dinner, and of course you made a trip to target together.

○ although she looks big and scary she's the biggest cuddle bug.

○ once the two of you began a relationship she couldn't keep herself away from you.

○ SO CLINGYYYYYYY

○ she would wake up early just so she could watch you sleep. she love the peacefulness on your face. she loved your messy hair. she loved the occasional drool slipping from your mouth. she loved knowing that she was there to protect you from the outside world.

○ rhea loved loving you.