#WWE Rhea Ripley

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Power: a Bloodline x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 6: Joshua pt. 2

December 7, 2024

Demi blinked groggily as sunlight filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, painting faint patterns across the room. Her body ached in ways she had grown accustomed to, but her mind felt heavier. She shifted slightly, trying not to disturb the warmth that cocooned her. Joshua’s arm was draped tightly around her, his body pressed protectively against hers.

She tilted her head to glance at him and froze. His usually confident face was softer now, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t seen before. Dried tear stains marred his cheeks, and his furrowed brow suggested a restless night. The sight of him like this sent a pang of guilt and something deeper through her chest.

“Josh?” she whispered softly, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t stir.

Demi studied his face. Gone was the pain she had seen during Joe’s reprimands, the frustration and fire that seemed to consume him . What remained was a brokenness she didn’t fully understand, and yet it mirrored something she often felt herself.

Unable to stop herself, she lightly touched his face, her fingers tracing the dried tear tracks. He stirred then, his eyes fluttering open, red-rimmed and clouded with exhaustion.

“Demi,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

She pulled her hand back quickly, unsure of what to say. “Are you… okay?”

Joshua stared at her, his jaw tightening as though he was holding something back. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip on her loosening just slightly. “Yeah,” he lied, his voice flat.

“You don’t look okay,” she said, her voice trembling.

He sat up abruptly, running a hand down his face. “Doesn’t matter.”

Demi pushed herself up despite the sharp protests of her body. “It matters to me,” she said, her voice firmer now.

Joshua’s shoulders sagged, and he turned to look at her, the weight of the past few days evident in his eyes. “I just—” He stopped, clenching his fists as though struggling to keep himself together. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what they put you through. What I let happen.”

Demi reached out, placing a tentative hand on his arm. “Josh… it’s not your fault. Plus Jonathan took care of me after..”

His laugh was bitter, sharp. “Isn’t it? I didn’t stop it. I didn’t stop any of it and Jonathan only did that so you wouldn’t freak out too much.”

“What do you mean?”

He turned to her then, his eyes searching hers for something—absolution, understanding, forgiveness. He did not acknowledge his last remark about his twin. “Forget it. You don’t understand, Demi. I wanted to. I wanted to stop it so bad, but I was too weak. Too scared of Joe. Of what he’d do to you if I pushed harder.”

Demi’s chest tightened, and she reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re not weak,” she said firmly. “You’re the only one who’s ever tried to protect me. Don’t you see that?”

Joshua looked down at their intertwined hands, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

“Demi,” he said quietly, his voice resolute. “I promise, Demi. I won’t let them hurt you again.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. “Josh… they didn’t hurt me. They made me better.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him. For the first time in what felt like forever, Demi allowed herself to relax into his embrace, feeling a flicker of love amidst the chaos that surrounded them. But then she spoiled it by asking..

“Are you falling in love with me?”

Joshua’s silence pressed heavy on the air. Demi stared at him, waiting for an answer, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but unyielding.

“This isn’t about me, Demi. It’s about my role. About what I agreed to in this dynamic.”

His words felt like a punch to her gut. She blinked, her mind racing as frustration and disbelief bubbled up. “Your role?” she echoed, her tone sharp.

Joshua nodded, his gaze avoiding hers. “I’m here to take care of you, to meet your needs. That’s it. That’s my responsibility.”

It was like the more he kept talking about the dynamic, the more she started to see herself.. as a toy and not in a relationship with each man as they painted for her. She crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. “So that’s all I am to you? A responsibility?”

His jaw clenched, his voice faltering slightly. “It’s not like that, Demi. You know it’s not. This dynamic—it’s supposed to be about you, not me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, her hands balling into fists. “That’s bullshit, Josh. You’re hiding behind this whole ‘role’ thing so you don’t have to face what you’re feeling. You’re just as trapped in this as I am. Did you not say I would have a relationship with you?”

For a moment, his face softened, guilt flashing in his eyes. But he quickly masked it, shaking his head. “I did say but even if I do feel something, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you. What you need. That’s my focus, and that’s not going to change.”

Demi’s chest tightened, her emotions swirling—hurt, anger, sadness, all blending together into something almost unbearable. She felt like she was suffocating in his excuses. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re not helping me by pretending you’re some kind of saint. You’re just dragging me down with you.”

Joshua’s shoulders slumped, and for a moment, she saw the vulnerability he was trying so hard to hide. But it wasn’t enough. Not this time.

She shook her head and slid out of the bed, her body aching with every movement. “Demi, wait—” Joshua started, his voice tinged with desperation.

“No,” she said sharply, grabbing her clothes. “I’m done with this conversation. I just can't believe it took me not having sex with you to see that this really is just one big fucking game.”

She dressed quickly, her movements sharp and purposeful. Joshua sat frozen, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he watched her, helpless.

“Don’t go, Demi..” he said softly, his voice almost breaking.

Demi didn’t respond. She put on her shoes, her face set in stone, and walked toward the door.

As she opened it and stepped out into the suite’s living room, she froze for a moment. Joe, Jonathan, and Joseph were seated there, their eyes immediately locking onto her.

Joe’s sharp gaze scanned her, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. Jonathan straightened in his seat, concern etched into his features, while Joseph’s expression remained neutral but observant.

Jonathan was the first to speak. “Demi? Where are you going?”

"Fuck all four of you." Her eyes flicked over the three men briefly before she turned her gaze forward and kept walking, her footsteps purposeful and loud in the quiet room.

“Demi,” Jonathan called out again, his voice firmer this time.

Still, she ignored him. She reached the door to the suite, her hand hovering on the handle as she felt their eyes boring into her back. For a moment, she hesitated, anger and frustration colliding with the nagging thought that there was nowhere else to go.

But she shook it off. Without looking back, she opened the door and stepped out, letting it close behind her with a decisive click.

Inside the suite, the tension was horrible. Joshua buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly. Jonathan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jonathan demanded, his voice low but sharp as he turned to Joshua.

Joe leaned back in his chair, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What happened?” he repeated mockingly. “Reality happened.”

Jonathan shot him a glare. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Joe raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Of course. You don’t get results without a little chaos, Jon.”

Jonathan shook his head, pacing the room. “She’s not being punished anymore.”

"Yeah, Joe that is not fucking cool." Joseph added.

Joe’s expression hardened, his playful demeanor vanishing and shooting a glance at Joseph. “Well go fucking take care of it then."

—

Demi sat at the corner of the hotel buffet, her back turned slightly from the rest of the bustling room. The clink of plates, the chatter of early risers—none of it could touch her as she pushed her food around absentmindedly. A plate of waffles sat in front of her, untouched, as she sipped on her coffee, staring blankly ahead. The world outside her little corner seemed to spin with noise and movement, but inside, it was just her, feeling the coldness of the situation seep through.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she didn’t even bother to check. She had already become too accustomed to the endless stream of messages that offered little comfort. The vibration was a reminder of all the unanswered questions, the unsaid things, and the broken promises that seemed to haunt her every step.

“You know,” a voice broke through her thoughts. “I figured you for a bagel person instead of waffles.”

Demi looked up slowly, her eyes not meeting the gaze of the person standing in front of her. It was Joseph, standing there with a faint smile on his lips, but it didn’t reach her. She simply returned her focus to the plate in front of her, not acknowledging him. Her body felt heavy with exhaustion, and she didn’t have the energy to pretend things were okay.

Joseph, not deterred, sat down across from her, a small sigh escaping his lips. “What’s on your mind?”

Demi didn’t lift her head. She pushed a fork through the waffles, lost in thought, her mind a swirl of confusion and hurt. “Are you even going to listen?” Her words came out sharp, as though she were daring him to say no.

Joseph paused, clearly taken aback by her directness, but he shrugged it off, trying to mask the slight sting. “Of course I will,” he said softly. “I’m asking because I care, Demi. You can tell me whatever’s going on in that head of yours.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, her eyes scanning the room in silence, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she spoke, the truth tumbling out in a low voice. “I just don’t think anybody should get hurt in this dynamic.” She looked at her hands, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the edge of her mug. “And I don’t even know how this shit came to play… I thought my punishment was suppose to help me but now I don’t even think it did any good.”

Joseph was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. He knew what she was talking about—the dynamic, the one that had shifted everything in her life. He was part of it, in a way that made him uncomfortable, but he also understood its intricacies more than she did.

“I know,” he said quietly. “I know it’s been a lot for you. But if you want to understand, I can explain how it all started. How it came to this point.” His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, something like a lingering guilt he hadn’t quite faced yet.

Demi raised her eyes to meet his, her curiosity piqued for the first time in what felt like days. She nodded slowly, as if willing herself to listen. “Go for it,” she said, her voice void of any real emotion.

Joseph leaned back slightly, folding his arms over his chest as he began. “You see, we were the only ones who knew about your relationship with Joe.” He paused, watching her for any reaction, but Demi just stared at him, waiting. “When he would talk about you—when he would mention your name—it was like he was talking about an angel. He held you in such high regard, Demi. He loved you, respected you… I could tell.”

Demi blinked slowly, processing his words. She didn’t know what she was supposed to feel, whether it was a comfort or a burden. Still, she couldn’t deny the truth in his words.

“That’s nice and all,” she finally said, her voice bitter. “But how does it go from that to me being shared?” The words tasted foreign in her mouth, each syllable more difficult to say than the last. “How does it go from him loving me to this—this… dynamic?”

Joseph’s gaze softened, his face filling with a sadness that seemed to haunt him. “It’s not what you think, Demi,” he said, his tone growing more serious. “It wasn’t about him wanting to hurt you. It was about control, about the power we all share. We were in a place where we knew we could trust each other with things no one else could understand. Joe… Joe thought it would be something that could bring us closer, something that would make us stronger.”

“Stronger?” Demi repeated, her voice flat. “Stronger? How does this make me stronger, Joseph? I’m just a piece in a game, aren’t I? You’re all treating me like some kind of… of property to be shared and in order to make me not see myself as property, you guys are all saying I could have relationships with you all. You want to talk about power? What about my power? What about my choice in all of this?”

Joseph’s face fell, the frustration and sadness melding into a painful mixture. “You have always had a choice, Demi. It’s not like that. None of this was meant to make you feel like you weren’t part of it, like you weren’t in control of your own choices. But—”

“But nothing,” Demi interrupted, her voice sharp now. “This isn’t about ‘us’ anymore, is it? It’s about control. Power. It’s about what Joe wanted, what you all wanted, and none of you thought about how I would feel when I experienced punishment for going on a dinner date?” Her chest tightened with the words she hadn’t let herself say until now. “I don’t know who I am anymore now. I don’t know what I’m supposed to want, what I’m supposed to feel now.”

Joseph didn’t have an answer to that. He just stared at her, the weight of his silence speaking volumes.

Demi pushed her plate away with a force that startled them both. “You know what? I’m fucking done. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t know how to fit into this… this thing you all have. And I don’t want to. I want out.”

Joseph didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t know how to fix this, or if it was fixable at all. But there was one thing he knew for sure: he couldn’t lose her—not like this.

“Demi,” he finally said, his voice quieter now, full of regret. “Please. Let me explain more. Let me—”

But Demi was already standing, turning away from the table, her decision made. She didn’t want explanations anymore. She didn’t want to hear about control, or power, or any of it.

“I don’t need any more explanations, Solo,” she said, her voice steady but cold. “Fuck you, Fuck Jimmy, Fuck Jey and most importantly... FUCK ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.”

And with that, she walked away.

—

THREE MONTHS LATER

March 7th, 2025 4:32 PM

Demi’s fingers ran along the edge of her desk as the late afternoon light filtered through the blinds of her office. She was finishing up for the day, packing her purse with the usual haste of someone who had long ago grown accustomed to the routine. She had been here for hours, but now, the quiet hum of the office, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, felt more like a distant memory than the reality she’d once thrived in.

There was a knock at the door, and without needing to look up, Demi knew who it was.

Bruce Prichard, her boss, entered with his usual smile, a sense of pride radiating from him. “I just want to say, Demi, you’ve done an amazing job with everything. Truly. I couldn’t be more proud of how you’ve handled this Elevated Bloodline storyline. Everyone’s buzzing about it. The record breaking viewers are there, and it’s all thanks to you.”

Demi smiled, but it was fleeting—just enough to acknowledge his words, not enough to hide the exhaustion in her eyes. “Thank you, Bruce,” she said, her voice polite, but distant. She stood up and grabbed her bag from the desk, ready to head out. “I’ll see you the following Monday.”

Bruce nodded. “Enjoy your extended vacation,” he said before heading out of the office, leaving Demi alone in the silence.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Demi took a moment to breathe, taking in the weight of her success. Everyone had noticed—her work was being praised, and the ratings were higher than they’d ever been. But it didn’t bring the peace she’d hoped for. She turned off the lights in her office, grabbed her things, and walked out, making her way to the garage.

The drive back to her home in Stamford was almost robotic now. The roads blurred as her Jeep hummed along, the familiar scenery slipping past her windows. The house she had chosen was in a quiet, forested area—a small two-bedroom retreat just far enough from the chaos of work to feel like a world apart. The drive took her thirty-eight minutes exactly, and she was used to the solitude. It was something she needed.

When she finally arrived, she let herself inside and set her bag down. The house was just as she liked it—cozy, comfortable, and far removed from the noise of the outside world. She tossed her keys on the counter and walked over to the couch, letting herself sink into the cushions.

The silence in the room was deafening, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that brought peace. It was the kind that reminded her of everything she’d been avoiding.

Her eyes fell to her ankle, where the anklet glinted softly in the dim light. The ‘J’ stood out, gleaming with diamonds—reminder of the world she had tried to leave behind. Despite everything, she hadn’t taken it off. She hadn’t even been able to bring herself to remove the necklace that Jonathan had given her, the one she had started wearing every day, even to bed.

She had tried to move on, to separate herself from that world, but the pieces were still there. She was still tethered to them.

Her thumb traced the small letter on the anklet, and for a moment, everything came flooding back. The choices she had made, the emotions she’d buried deep inside her. The pain she had tried to outrun. And no matter how much she pretended, no matter how much she distanced herself, the truth was clear: she couldn’t truly escape what they had created.

The past three months had been a blur of work, long nights, and distractions, but in the quiet moments—like now, sitting alone on her couch—there was no denying that she was haunted by the shadows of what had once been.

Her relationship with Joe, the dynamic she had never fully understood, the choices that had felt so final—yet still, the reminders were all around her, silent and unyielding.

Demi leaned back against the couch, her eyes closing as she tried to clear her mind. She had built an empire in the world of WWE, a world where she held creative power and influence. But when the lights dimmed and the audience was gone, she was left with the ache of everything she had lost, and the gnawing realization that she was still tied to it all.

The phone buzzed again, the familiar vibration breaking her thoughts. She didn’t even look at it this time. It wasn’t a message she was ready to read. Not yet.

With a heavy sigh, Demi stood up and walked to the window, looking out into the vast expanse of the forest that surrounded her. It was a peaceful sight, yet it only made the emptiness within her more apparent. There was no escape from the choices she had made, and the people who had once been so close to her now seemed like distant memories.

She let the silence fill her, her gaze fixed on the trees, as she wondered if she would ever find a way to truly leave it all behind.

— 7:56 PM

Demi stood frozen in her small kitchen, the soft glow of her overhead light casting shadows across the room as she took a slow sip of her wine. The smooth taste did little to erase the gnawing feeling inside her, the constant churn of confusion and regret that had been her constant companion for the past three months. She had cooked herself a simple dinner, chicken Alfredo, just something to fill the silence that always seemed so loud. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

As she twirled her fork, her phone buzzed, but she ignored it, too tired to entertain whatever message was waiting for her. But as she chewed the next bite, she heard a knock at the door. A soft, firm knock. It echoed through the quiet of her house like a sharp reminder of the outside world, a world she had worked so hard to shut out.

Demi’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes narrowing. She hadn’t been expecting anyone—especially not anyone who knew where she lived. To get to her home, you had to travel down a long, winding path, only accessible by gate code. There was no one who had that code.

Her pulse quickened. She set her fork down and grabbed a knife from the counter, holding it loosely at first but feeling its weight grow as the knock came again, more urgent this time. Her breath hitched in her chest.

She quietly moved toward the door, stepping carefully so her footsteps wouldn’t give her away. She peered through the peephole, her breath catching in her throat when she saw who was standing outside.

Joshua.

Her grip tightened on the knife, her mind racing. What the hell was he doing here? Her thoughts spun as she silently cursed herself. How did he even get here? How did he know where she was?

Slowly, she opened the door, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice cold and steady despite the shock that surged through her.

Joshua didn’t respond immediately, just looked at her with an expression that mixed determination with something else—something she couldn’t quite place. “Can I come in?” His voice was soft, but it held the weight of expectation.

Demi stepped back, not allowing him to pass. She closed the door behind her, the cold barrier between them solidifying her resolve. She wasn’t going to let him in, not after everything. Not after the way things had fallen apart. The way Jonathan had punished her, the memories of that day flooding back to her, tainting the apartment she’d worked so hard to make her own. She couldn’t let them ruin it again.

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him, making sure her knife was still visible. “How did you even get here?” Her voice was harsh now, the fear and anger bubbling to the surface.

Joshua sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s gonna sound stalker-ish,” he began, his words slow, almost regretful, “but I followed you.”

Her grip on the knife tightened again, and her jaw clenched. “Why the fuck would you do something like that?” Her voice cracked with frustration and something darker, the hurt she hadn’t let herself feel until now pouring out in a rush.

Before Joshua could respond, a voice from behind him cut through the tension like a blade.

“We need you back with us.”

Demi’s eyes flicked past Joshua, her stomach turning as she saw the others standing there. Jonathan was leaning against her car, a smug expression on his face. Joe and Joseph stood next to him, their eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her stomach churn.

The four men—the ones who had consumed her life, torn her apart in ways she wasn’t ready to admit—were now here. In her sanctuary. In her home. The place she had built to escape them.

Her hands clenched at her sides, her grip still tight on the knife, her chest tightening with a mix of fear and fury. She wanted to scream. She wanted to shut them all out, to lock herself away forever. But she couldn’t. Not when Joe was already stepping forward, his presence imposing and unyielding.

He took the knife from her slowly, gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he set it down on the little porch table she had just outside the door.

“Demi,” Joe said softly, almost pleading. “Let us talk for just a moment.” His voice held a quiet command, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that made her feel small and exposed.

Demi stood there, frozen for a moment. She felt the weight of the situation, the heaviness of the air pressing down on her chest. Why had they come? Why now?

She wanted to resist. She wanted to push them away, to tell them to leave her the hell alone. But the pull of their presence was too strong. The tug of the past, of everything she’d tried to outrun, was too much.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Demi stepped aside, her face unreadable. “Fine.”

The four men filed into her home, each of them taking a seat on her couch, while she sat across from them on the love seat, her body tense, her mind racing.

For a moment, no one spoke. The silence was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and emotions that hung in the air like a heavy fog. Demi’s eyes flicked between them, trying to gauge their intentions, but they were unreadable. All of them.

She didn’t know what they wanted, but she knew for once that she did have a choice in what she wanted.

Demi adjusted her position on the love seat, her legs crossed tightly, a wall of defiance radiating from her. The space between them felt more like an ocean, a gulf that had widened between them and her since everything changed, yet they still sat there, expecting her to understand—expecting her to fall back into their twisted world.

Joe’s smirk was almost smug as he leaned back on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. It was maddening. It felt as though every inch of him was trying to dominate the air around her, trying to break through her defenses.

“What’s with the smirk?” Demi snapped, her voice sharp, a challenge.

Joe’s eyes flickered to the anklet that glimmered around her ankle, and his smirk only grew. “You still have the anklet,” he said, his tone filled with an odd mix of amusement and something else—something darker.

Joe’s gaze dropped to her ankle instinctively. The diamond ‘J’ caught the light and glistened.

Her eyes snapped back to Joe. “You’re proud of that, aren’t you?” she shot back, voice laced with disgust.

Jonathan, sitting silently to the side, couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned forward, his voice low but intense. “She still has my necklace too.”

Demi’s breath caught. Her hands trembled slightly, and she shoved the feelings down deep. Her lips pressed together tightly before she spat out, “You want it back? Fine.”

Without hesitation, she started to pull the necklace off, her fingers fumbling with the clasp, but before she could slip it completely over her head, Joe’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

“No, don’t.” His tone softened, almost pleading. “Demi, please, just listen to us.”

She froze, the necklace still halfway over her head. His voice, always so calm, always so commanding, made her pulse quicken in frustration.

Joe leaned forward, his eyes intent on hers. “We all want to be with you. The way you would submit… it’s something none of us have ever experienced before. It made us realize that we don’t want anyone else in your life. We want to be the only men you will ever need.”

Demi’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to speak so directly. It felt like a slap in the face, but it also stirred something deep within her. How had it all gotten so complicated? How had they turned everything so… twisted?

“Why?” she managed to ask, her voice shaky, as the weight of it all threatened to crush her. “Why the hell would you want that? Want me like that?”

Joe leaned back, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite place. “Because it’s what we want. Because it’s what you need. You know it too, Demi. You know that you’re different with us. It’s like nothing else.”

The words stung her. She had always prided herself on being her own person, on not needing anyone. But now, these men were challenging everything she knew, everything she had built within herself. It felt suffocating.

Demi stood abruptly, pacing across the small room, her mind racing. “I’m not your fucking property!” she shouted, her voice rising in anger and confusion. “I never signed up for this!”

Joe’s face hardened, his jaw tightening, but he remained calm, controlled. “Demi, we’re not asking for ownership. We’re asking for something deeper. We need you… and we know you need us too. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Demi stopped, the weight of his words bearing down on her. The truth was, she didn’t know what she needed anymore. Her feelings were tangled in a web she couldn’t escape from, each thread pulling her in different directions.

“You’re wrong,” she finally spat, her voice cold, shaking with emotion. “I don’t need you.”

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. But Joe wasn’t backing down. He turned to Joshua, his gaze firm and commanding.

“Enough is enough,” Joe said, his voice low but final. “Joshua, go on. Do what you need to do.”

Before Demi could react, Joshua stood. She opened her mouth to protest, to push him away, but it was too late. He was already in front of her, and before she could gather her thoughts, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, as if he were trying to devour her.

Demi’s body stiffened, her mind screaming for her to pull away. But as his lips pressed against hers, something inside her cracked. The emotions she had buried came flooding to the surface. The warmth of his touch, the taste of him—it was too much. And for a fleeting moment, she gave in.

Her hands, unbidden, found their way to his chest, and she leaned into the kiss, letting the feelings consume her, pushing all the chaos aside.

Then, just as quickly as it began, Joshua pulled away, his breath ragged. Demi’s eyes flickered open, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared at him, her mind reeling. The world around her seemed to shift, the room spinning as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. She was more conflicted than ever. She sat back down, her thoughts.. swimming.

Joshua’s expression was torn, conflicted himself. “Demi…” he whispered, his voice filled with regret.

She didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t even know what she was feeling. She wanted to scream, to run, but she couldn’t move.

Joe broke the silence. “Come with us to Samoa tonight,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. “If this week doesn’t change… if you still feel the same way, then we will be out of your life for good.”

Demi’s heart pounded in her chest. Samoa? What the hell was he talking about? She wanted to resist, wanted to refuse, but something about the way he said it—something about the finality in his voice—made her stop.

Her world felt like it was crashing down, and she knew she was standing at the edge of something far bigger than she could comprehend.

“Please, Demi,” Jonathan urged, his eyes softer now. “We’re asking you to take this step. To come with us. If it’s still wrong, if you still can’t do it, we’ll walk away. But we need to know, for all of us.”

The words lingered in the air, heavy, suffocating. And in that moment, Demi realized that whatever choice she made, nothing would ever be the same again.

Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch the necklace around her neck, her fingers tracing the cool metal, the symbol of everything that had been—and everything that might still be.

Jonathan leaned forward, his grin both playful and suggestive. “Demi,” he said, his voice teasing but laced with sincerity, “think of all the fun we could have. You practically gave us a week off—no stress, no matches, just… freedom. We’ve gotten raises, we’ve got time now to relax, and all we want is to spend that time with you.”

Her heart clenched at the casualness of his words. As if all the tension, all the chaos, could be swept away by simply “relaxing” together. She wanted to scoff, to dismiss his words outright, but she couldn’t deny the fluttering in her chest.

Joe, ever the steady presence, leaned forward from his place on the couch. His deep voice carried a calm authority that always managed to unnerve her. “Demi, we really wouldn’t be here if we didn’t all feel the same way. And let’s be honest—you would’ve never opened that door if you didn’t want to see us.”

Her lips parted to argue, but nothing came out. He was right, wasn’t he? No matter how much she wanted to deny it, some part of her had wanted to see them—wanted to confront them, hear what they had to say. Maybe she’d wanted closure. Or maybe… something else entirely.

Before she could form a response, Joshua stood and pulled something from his pocket, holding it out to her. It was a small boarding ticket. She took it with trembling fingers, her eyes scanning the details. A private flight to Samoa. Departing in four hours on a red-eye.

“Just think about it,” Joseph said as he stood. His voice was steady, gentle in a way that made it feel less like a demand and more like a suggestion.

Jon, Joshua and Joe stood, their imposing presence filling the small space of her living room. Joe lingered as the others moved toward the door, each offering her a small glance before stepping outside into the night.

Joe stayed behind, his broad shoulders casting a shadow against the dim light. He approached her, his movements slow, deliberate. Demi’s breath hitched as he knelt slightly, bringing his face level with hers.

“These three months…” he started, his voice low, raw with emotion, “I never stopped worrying about you. I never stopped loving you.”

His hand reached up to cup her face, his touch achingly familiar. His thumb brushed against her cheek, and she felt her resolve wavering. The intensity in his eyes held her captive, and she could see the depth of his feelings in the way he looked at her.

“You hurt me when you left, Demi,” he whispered, his words a quiet confession that cut through the tension. “But I’ll respect whatever choice you make. Just… think about it.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. His hand lingered on her cheek as if he didn’t want to let go. Then, with one last searching look, he made his way to the door.

The sound of it closing behind him was deafening in the silence that followed.

Demi sat there, her mind racing, the boarding pass still clutched tightly in her hand. The room felt suffocating now, the memories of their visit crowding in on her.

How could she even consider it? After everything they had put her through, after everything she had worked to rebuild in these last three months, how could she even entertain the idea of going back?

But then Joe’s words echoed in her mind, soft and full of pain. I never stopped loving you. You hurt me when you left.

Her fingers brushed against the necklace still around her neck, Jonathan’s token that she hadn’t been able to part with. Her eyes flickered down to the anklet, the ‘J’ catching the dim light and sparkling almost mockingly.

Demi sank back onto the loveseat, the boarding pass in her lap. The weight of her decision pressed down on her, and she knew that whatever choice she made tonight would change everything.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. Four hours. Four hours to decide whether to take the flight to Samoa or to close the door on the four men who had consumed her life for good.

—

Joe sat still, his eyes clouded with uncertainty as the departure time approached. Jonathan, Joseph, and Joshua had taken their seats. The silence that filled the cabin was thick with tension. Joe’s heart ached, a dull pain gnawing at him as he replayed the moments leading up to this flight.

“She didn’t come,” he muttered under his breath. He could still feel the sting of her decision to stay behind. She hadn’t been sure. Not yet. And despite all the ways he’d hoped for her to join them, he couldn’t force her.

Joseph, sitting across from him, leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. “We gotta move on now?” he asked softly, though there was no malice in his tone—just resignation.

Joe took a long breath, letting it out slowly, his eyes flicking over to the seat that would have been hers. “There won’t be another submissive like her.” The words were heavy, filled with truth. He would never find another who had given herself so completely, so freely, to them.

Joseph’s voice was tinged with sadness. “Sadly, there won’t.”

A long silence followed as each man processed the weight of their unspoken thoughts. They had always known she was different. But that didn’t make this easier.

Just then, a voice from the front of the plane broke their quiet conversation.

“Ms. Bennett, I can take your bag. Would you like any refreshments?”

"No thank you."

The four men snapped their heads toward the front entrance, their attention immediately focused on the figure that had just entered.

Demi stood there, dressed casually in sweatpants, a hoodie, and her Vans. She handed her bag to the flight attendant. Her look was relaxed but the tension in the air charged as she made her way to the seat. She didn’t acknowledge anyone, didn’t look anyone in the eye. She simply moved toward the empty chair by Joe, sitting down with an air of finality.

Joe’s heart skipped a beat as she settled into the seat, the space between them shrinking but still heavy with the distance of unspoken words.

Demi’s eyes met Joe’s for a split second before she looked away, settling into her seat. “I haven’t forgiven you guys,” she said, her voice low but steady, carrying the weight of everything they had put her through. “I’m just figuring out what I want.”

Her honesty was sharp, but it was also the truth. The words landed heavily, and Joe couldn’t find an argument against them. They all knew they had pushed her too far, that they had asked for too much, too soon. They had to wait—wait for her to decide what she truly wanted.

The others said nothing, each of them silently acknowledging the same thing. They had no choice but to wait, to respect her process.

The plane began to taxi down the runway, the quiet hum of the engines signaling their departure. Demi reclined her seat, leaning back against the headrest, her eyes gazing out the window as the ground fell away beneath them.

The flight was long—fourteen hours of being trapped together in a confined space. Time would stretch on, giving them all more time to think, to reflect. The silence in the cabin settled over them like a heavy blanket.

Joe’s fingers twitched in the stillness. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. The warmth of his hand sent a ripple of tension through the air, but Demi didn’t pull away. She didn’t react at all, her face still blank.

He smiled softly, his heart heavy with hope and uncertainty. But Demi, ever the enigma, said nothing. She didn’t look at him. She just continued staring out the window, her mind no doubt a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Joe knew the journey had just begun. This wasn’t about forcing anything—it wasn’t even about the past. This was about what they could be together, in the future.

Did she make the right choice?

Demi’s mind wandered as the plane ascended into the clouds, the city lights below fading into the distance. She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything anymore. What she did know was that she couldn’t deny the hold they had over her, the way they made her feel alive in a way no one else had.

But was that enough? Would it ever be enough?

As the plane leveled out, Demi let her eyes drift closed. She wasn’t sure if she had made the right choice, but at least for now, she was here. She couldn’t go back. And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel so alone.

—

Demi stirred at the soft nudge on her shoulder, her body still heavy with sleep. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her vision adjusting to the sunlight streaming through the small airplane window. Joe’s familiar face greeted her, his warm smile softening the grogginess that clung to her.

“Look,” he said gently, pointing out the window.

Demi turned her head, brushing her hair out of her face, and let out a small gasp. The sight outside was breathtaking. Samoa appeared like a tiny jewel in the vast expanse of ocean, surrounded by impossibly blue water that shimmered under the bright sunlight. The islands were lush and green, dotted with small buildings that looked like they belonged to a postcard.

“Wow,” she murmured, leaning closer to the glass. Her fingers pressed lightly against the window as if she could reach out and touch the scene before her. It was perfect—too perfect, almost as if she had stepped into a dream.

But then the realization hit her. She turned back to Joe, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. “Wait a second. You let me sleep for fourteen hours?”

Joe chuckled, the deep sound filling the quiet cabin. “Demi, we all slept. I just woke up about an hour ago.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, skeptical of his answer. “Fourteen hours is a long time to let someone sleep,” she grumbled, though there was no real anger in her voice.

Joe simply grinned, clearly amused by her reaction. He gestured toward the other men, and Demi’s gaze followed his hand. Joshua, Jonathan, and Joseph were all still out cold, their heads tilted at odd angles as they reclined in their seats. Each of them wore an eye mask, blocking out the morning sunlight streaming into the cabin.

Demi couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. It was rare to see them so unguarded, so completely at ease. “They look ridiculous,” she whispered, trying not to disturb the quiet atmosphere.

Joe leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “You should’ve seen Jon drooling earlier. I almost took a picture.”

Demi stifled a laugh, shaking her head as she returned her attention to the view outside. The plane began to descend, and the closer they got to the island, the more vivid everything became. She could see the coral reefs beneath the water, the sandy beaches, and the swaying palm trees that lined the shoreline.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly, her voice almost reverent.

Joe’s expression softened as he watched her take it all in. “It is,” he agreed. “It’s our.. real home.”

Demi glanced at him briefly, noting the way his face lit up as he spoke. There was a deep pride in his voice, a connection to this place that she could feel even in his simple words.

The plane finally touched down on the runway, the tires skimming the ground with a light bump. The jolt woke the others, and one by one, they removed their eye masks and stretched, grumbling about the sudden interruption to their sleep.

“Are we there?” Jonathan mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“We’re here,” Joe confirmed, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

As they disembarked from the plane, the humid, tropical air hit Demi like a wave, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. She followed the others down the steps and onto the tarmac, her sneakers crunching lightly against the ground.

Looking around, she saw the vibrant colors of the island come to life. The trees were greener than anything she had ever seen, the flowers bright and fragrant. The ocean sparkled in the distance, its waves lapping gently against the shore.

Joshua stretched his arms over his head, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Man, it feels good to be here..”

“No place like it,” Joseph added, slinging a bag over his shoulder as they began to make their way toward the awaiting car.

Demi lingered for a moment, taking it all in. She had come here searching for answers, uncertain about the decision she had made. But as she stood there, surrounded by the beauty of the island and the quiet presence of the men who had brought her here, she felt a small flicker of warmth.

Maybe, just maybe, she had made the right choice after all.

An awaiting driver in an SUV waited for the five of them as they approached it. The driver packed their bags in the back, and Demi climbed in, sitting in between Joshua and Jonathan. Joshua smiled at her, and Demi couldn’t help but let out a small smile. The SUV took off, weaving through the city streets of Pago Pago before eventually leaving the bustling town behind for more serene surroundings.

As the vehicle hugged the coastline, Demi stared out the window, watching the turquoise waters glisten under the sun. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, and the distant sounds of waves crashing brought a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in months.

Eventually, the SUV turned onto a private drive, pulling up to a secluded beach house nestled between lush greenery and the shoreline. The house was stunning—an elegant yet understated combination of traditional Samoan craftsmanship and modern luxury. Its wooden facade and large windows blended seamlessly with the natural environment.

Demi couldn’t hide her surprise. “This is the beach house in the contract?” she asked, her tone skeptical but intrigued.

Joe stepped out of the SUV first, turning back to grin at her. “Oh yeah,” he said confidently, gesturing for her to follow.

The driver began unloading their bags as the group climbed out. Jonathan stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. “Man, it’s always better in person,” he said, looking up at the house.

Joseph added, “Everything just got renovated.. I can’t wait to see the new rooms..”

Joshua brushed past Demi with a small chuckle. “Looks like we’re all sharing this slice of paradise for the next few days...”

Demi folded her arms, glancing at each of them in turn. “And what exactly am I supposed to do here?”

Joe turned to her, his expression softening. “Relax. Just take it in. That’s all we want from you..”

Demi narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing as she followed the group inside.

The interior of the renovated beach house was just as breathtaking as the exterior. High vaulted ceilings, open spaces, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered an uninterrupted view of the ocean. The soft, neutral tones of the decor complemented the vibrant colors of the surrounding nature. Demi couldn’t deny how beautiful it was, but she kept her emotions in check, not wanting to let her guard down too soon.

Jonathan clapped his hands together, breaking the silence. “Alright, I’m calling dibs on the room with the balcony!”

Joseph smirked. “Not if I get there first.”

As the brothers bantered, Joe stepped closer to Demi, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Your room has its own private deck. You’ll like it.”

Demi glanced at him, unsure of how to respond. Instead, she simply nodded and followed him down the hallway as he led her to her room.

When Joe opened the door, Demi stepped inside and took in the space. The room was spacious yet cozy, with a king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens. A sliding glass door led out to a small deck overlooking the ocean. The sound of the waves was louder here, more immediate, and it filled the space like a soothing melody.

Joe lingered in the doorway, watching her as she set her bag down by the bed. “If you need anything, just let me know,” he said softly.

Demi didn’t look at him, her focus on the view outside. “I’ll be fine,” she said curtly.

Joe hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. We’ll be out on the main deck when you’re ready.”

He closed the door behind him, leaving Demi alone.

For a long moment, she stood still, staring out at the ocean. The calmness of the setting was at odds with the turmoil still churning inside her. She sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing against the anklet around her ankle. It caught the sunlight streaming in through the window, the small “J” charm gleaming back at her.

“Why am I here?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

—

Demi sat on the bed, staring out at the expansive ocean view from the balcony, the setting sun casting golden hues across the water. She had been in the room for hours, torn between the pull to join the men on the main deck and the desire to stay hidden away from them. The silence was deafening, and the tension in her chest only grew stronger. She wanted to be free from the pressure, free from the weight of the choices she had made, but the men’s voices drifting through the door reminded her that she could never escape them completely.

The laughter outside felt distant, almost mocking, and yet she felt a strange longing. They were all still out there—Joe, Jonathan, Joseph, Joshua—acting as though nothing had changed. As though everything could return to the way it was before, but Demi knew better. Things had shifted. Her own feelings, too, had shifted. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face them, or to face herself.

Finally, unable to bear the stillness any longer, she moved to close the curtains, blocking out the view of the setting sun. She sat back on the bed, the silence once again settling around her, but this time it felt different. It felt heavier, suffocating almost.

Just as she was about to settle into her thoughts again, there was a soft knock on the door. Her head snapped up in surprise. “Come in,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

The door creaked open, and Joshua stepped inside. His presence filled the room, though he kept a distance, standing by the door for a moment as if unsure of what to say. The two of them hadn’t spoken since that fateful day three months ago when Demi had decided to leave, cutting ties with the men who once consumed her life.

Demi watched him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you want, Joshua?” she asked, her tone sharp but curious.

Joshua let out a small breath, pushing away from the door and moving closer but stopping short of sitting next to her. “I figured I should check on you,” he said quietly. “You’ve been holed up in here for hours. You okay?”

Demi’s arms instinctively crossed over her chest, a barrier of sorts, as she met his gaze. She wasn’t sure how to respond. She wasn’t sure she wanted to respond. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice lacking the conviction she wished she could project.

Joshua didn’t buy it. “You don’t seem fine,” he said, his voice softer now, almost tentative. He hesitated, glancing toward the door as though considering whether he should stay or leave. But he lingered, his eyes locked on hers, and that’s when Demi realized he wasn’t going anywhere until he got some kind of answer. He took a seat next to her.

“I just need some space,” Demi muttered, her gaze falling to the floor.

Joshua moved a little closer, his voice lowering. “We’re all here, Demi. We’re not going anywhere either.” He paused, waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t, he sighed, shaking his head slightly. “We all care about you. You know that, right?”

Demi glanced up, her eyes flicking over him, but she didn’t respond. There was too much unsaid between them, too much history that they hadn’t resolved. The last thing she wanted was to dive into it now, not when her mind was already a mess of conflicting emotions.

Joshua tried again. “Just think about it. All we want is for you to be happy, Demi. No pressure.” His voice was steady, but there was a sadness behind it, something she hadn’t expected to see.

Joshua stayed seated on the bed, watching Demi with a mix of longing and uncertainty in his eyes. He’d been careful to give her space, but there was no denying the connection between them that hadn’t faded in the months apart. He took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice quieter this time.

“You know I still care about you very deeply, Demi,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers. There was a vulnerability in his tone that was hard to ignore.

Demi nodded slowly, her own emotions tangled up inside her. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to say anything, but the truth of his words resonated in her. She could feel his sincerity, the weight of everything they had shared before. It was more than just the bond they once had—it was the undeniable presence of something that couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Joshua reached out, gently placing his hand on hers. Demi didn’t pull away this time. She let the warmth of his touch linger, feeling something stir inside her that she had tried to bury. He looked down at their hands, as if gathering the courage to ask her something he’d been holding onto.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Demi’s breath hitched at his words. She hadn’t expected it, but at the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She nodded, a small but significant movement, and the moment seemed to freeze around them. Joshua leaned in, his lips brushing hers softly, tenderly, as if he was testing the waters again. The kiss was gentle, filled with hesitation, yet it spoke volumes of the connection between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Demi felt her heart race, her breath shallow. She sat back a little, her thoughts swirling in a haze. “I’ll get ready,” she said, her voice a little unsteady, as if the weight of the moment was sinking in.

Joshua smiled softly, sensing her need for space. “I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, standing up slowly. He lingered for a second, his eyes meeting hers one last time, before he turned and walked toward the door. “Take your time,” he added over his shoulder before closing the door gently behind him.

Demi sat on the bed, her mind racing. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, or what it meant for her. But one thing was clear—everything had changed.

and maybe.. just maybe.. Joshua was not so bad after all...

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hiiii!! I hope you’re doing amazing! I’m sorry you’re having a bit of writers block at the moment as I know how difficult that can be!! I saw you opened your requests to see if that would help so I figured I would request something!

Maybe Rhea x Reader, where Reader is also a wrestler and her aesthetic is super girly and cute and bubbly (kinda like Tiffany Stratton) and something about it just draws Rhea in. Like she tried to act like she hates it and doesn’t like Reader, but eventually she just can’t and caves to how adorable Reader is and it brings out Rhea’s sweet side! 🩷

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, rhea’s sexual thoughts tho…a lot of fluff and sweet moments, reader being a tease (let’s pretend rhea is still champion here) ‼️

heartbeat

rhea hated when someone tried to take her title away. but she hated even more when you became her main opponent for a title run.

you and the dark haired woman were completely the opposite. you were a face, she was a heel. you wore pink, she wore black. you were kind and loved backstage, she was a menace with anyone who dared to even look into her eyes.

she hated the idea of having to fight with you. she already handled a liv morgan, a tiffany stratton and now she had to face you.

she absolutely despised having you as her main opponent and no matter how many times she tried to resonate with adam, he said that you deserved that title run more than anyone. and she knew it too. she observed you. you were good, you were smart, you worked more on psychological fights than physical fights and for the first time, rhea was afraid.

you and her never really talked outside of the company. she wasn’t in your group and you weren’t in hers.

so the first time you got to share a few words was when you two had a promo and even if rhea looked so intimidating, you were ready for a challenge and you showed her who you really were.

“so you think you can take my title?” she shouted into the mic, staring at you. she looked for something that could have scared you away but she find nothing.

you simply laughed, taking a few steps forward her “i’m damn sure i can” you stated making the crowd cheer.

she was ready to reply back. she was so ready to put you in place but having you so close to her made her freeze. your vanilla scent intoxicating her. your challenging eyes never leaving her face. something about you made her even more interested into this feud. you made her heart beat fast and she couldn’t understand why.

“cat got your tongue, mami?” you teased her, hearing even more chants from the crowd.

“stay out of my way” she said coldly before dropping the mic to the ground and leaving the ring.

as days passed, rhea moved cautiously around you. observing you at the gym, observing the way your body moved inside the ring as you trained. she couldn’t help the filthy thoughts running in her head when she saw the sweat dripping down your body.

watching you fight other opponents and she hated admitting it but she found you extremely attractive. she never imagined herself being attracted by some barbie doll prototype but here she was.

you, flaunting your pink gear, your perfect make up and curled hair, ready to fight liv morgan - once again.

you knew it was going to be an easy match. you fought liv multiple times and you always won but somehow it didn’t go exactly as you planned. sure, you got your win but liv managed to injury you.

rhea watched all the match behind the scenes and a lump form in her throat.

how the heck did liv manage to injury you? she was supposed to keep you safe inside the ring just like you did with her and instead she fucked up and probably costed you a title run.

she should be happy that you weren’t her opponent any longer but she was actually looking for a chance to fight you.

you struggled walking back, helped by some trainers, they let you sit comfortably in the medical area as a doctor checked upon on you.

sprained ankle.

a couple of weeks of no fighting, no training at the gym and no title run opportunity. this was definitely not what you were expecting.

as you slowly walked back to the locker room, you were stopped by the infamous rhea ripley.

“hey…” she greeted you, making you look at her with a confused expression.

“i’m out of your way now, are you happy?” you sarcastically asked her but you saw how serious she was.

“no, not really…i was really looking forward to fight you, can’t believe im stuck again with that mid morgan girl” she said, clearly mad.

her words made you laugh “it won’t be for too long, give me a month to recover and then i’ll happily pin you down the floor” you teased, seeing her blush.

her strong facade fell when you talked dirty to her. she felt her cheeks burn but she tried to keep up with you “i can’t wait for that moment to come then…”

you were absolutely in for whatever rhea was trying to do with you “challenge accepted then, see you in a month” you winked but as soon as you tried to walk again, a sharp pain rang through your foot, making you flinch a little.

“hey, you okay?” rhea immediately asked when she saw the pain expression in your eyes.

“i have to get used to walk with just one foot” you laughed.

“here, let me help you…” her hand softly moved around your hip, helping you back to the locker room so you could gather your belongings and then go straight to the hotel. she walked slowly, never forcing you or your body.

“i didn’t know rhea was a kind one” you joked, making her laugh.

“i’m not. i never liked you y/n…this bubbly energetic person you are, i always hated it…too much pink, too much kindness” she whispered.

“why is it in the past?”

“because somehow your annoying personality caught my attention” she confessed, making you look at her with a teasing face.

“that’s good to keep in mind next time i’m facing you in the ring…” you said making her roll her eyes.

once you got to the locker room, rhea packed all of your stuff. your make up, your clothes, your perfume - the vanilla perfume - and she took the bag over her shoulder.

“do you need a ride to the hotel?” she offered and you couldn’t turn her offer down so you agreed.

as you were settled in her car, you found her to be a comforting presence. maybe she really wasn’t the mean one everyone talked about.

before you could speak, metal songs blasted through the speakers and it took you a couple of minutes to realise that you and rhea couldn’t be more different “do you really listen to that?” you asked, a little confused.

“yeah…it’s amazing” she happily said as she drove.

“it’s giving me a headache” you complained, making her roll her eyes for the second time that night.

“what do you listen uh? let me guess? taylor swift?” she said almost too annoyed.

“hey! she’s a good artist! and no, i listen other people too! i listen to people who actually make music and not scream into a microphone for three minutes straight” oh you were so in for a tease right now and seeing how she scrunched her nose made you feel like you were hitting the right buttons.

“let’s not start or i’ll drop you here in the middle of the road” she joked, clearly amused by the whole situation. you ended up sitting there and watching her driving fast around town.

she helped you with the bags and only left your hotel room once she made sure that you were okay. she even left you her phone number so you could call her in case something happened - as she said.

a week has passed and you couldn’t even lie to yourself - you were actually enjoying texting rhea and having random conversations in the middle of the night with her. you remember texting her once you got home and asked her if she wanted to come over as you were bored and reluctantly she accepted.

she would be lying to herself but you attracted her. you were like a magnet and she couldn’t get enough of you. she would help you any time you asked her.

randomly going through your tiktok, you heard the bell ringing and without thinking twice, you slowly got up and opened the door, finding an adorable rhea ripley with junk food in one hand and a pink fluffy blanket in the other.

you looked at her for a second, too stunned to speak.

“you letting me in or are we going to stare at each other all day long?” she asked, her usual sarcastic tone lingering with some sneaky jokes too.

“oh sorry, yeah, come in…i wasn’t expecting you with food and a pink blanket…i actually wasn’t expecting you at all” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little bit because you had no idea why was rhea in your living room now.

“i was at the supermarket and i had my day off, i saw the blanket and i thought you would like it…here” she handed you the blanket almost as she was annoyed by it, trying to maintain her dark and mean side but deep down you knew that she was a softie.

you gladly accepted the gift and invited her to sit on the couch with you “what about the food?” you teased her, seeing her rolling her eyes at any remark you made was now a habit.

“i was hungry and i thought you would like some food too…” she tried so hard not to go soft with you but your smile and bubbly personality were making it hard for her.

“rhea ripley thought of me? i feel honoured” you laughed making her giggle.

“shut up and eat while i pick a movie…” she stated as she started swiping movies catalogue on netflix.

she chose something fun, something romantic, knowing that it was your favourite genre of film.

“i’m pretty sure you’re studying me so in two weeks you know how to make me lose against you for the title run” you joked, making her laugh.

“honey, there’s no way you’re gonna beat my ass during that run, that’s my title and my title only but i’ll happily pin you down” she turned her face to you, a sneaky smirk on her face as her mind fantasised about the idea of having to pin you down, under her body.

“you so sure about that ripley?” you tested her “what if i am the one to pin you down?

rhea wouldn’t mind having you over her to be honest. in any other situation she would have let you being in charge but not when there was her title on the line.

“we will see in a couple of weeks” she winked “now watch the movie before i put some freaky horror on” she teased you knowing how much you hated horror movies.

“okay mami” you whispered making her roll her eyes - again. you displayed the pink blanket over your body and over rhea’s body too “before you say anything, it’s cold outside and i don’t wanna hear you complain for the next two hours” but rhea definitely wasn’t going to complain. she never had you so close, your body was like a magnet and was so close to hers that it was enough to keep her warm. your head softly laid over her shoulder and even if you couldn’t see her, you felt her body relax against you.

maybe she was going to pin you in the ring but you knew who was really in charge outside of the company and seeing her so calm and relaxed in your presence made you feel something different about your friendship, as if there was something more but you couldn’t really point it out.

spending the rest of the night in each other’s company, joking and laughing about the smallest things.

as the second movie of the night ended, you really needed to stretch yourself out as you grew a little uncomfortable sitting for almost four hours in the same position. she helped you standing up and you slowly tested the water, instead of putting your hands around her shoulders as you always did, you put them around her waist.

the height difference between you two was pretty obvious but that didn’t stop you to have your way with her “i have a feeling you feel something for me” you teased her watching her in her eyes.

“i don’t know what you are talking about…” she tried so hard to maintain her composure but she was struggling, especially when she had you so close.

“so what if i asked you to kiss me? would you back up?” you always been a tease but this was something else even for you.

“no…” she whispered, her eyes softly looking down at you.

before she could make any move, you kissed her. your lips meeting her soft ones, a smile pressed on her face as you kept kissing her “i’m definitely gonna pin you rhea” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“keep dreaming barbie” as she grew more comfortable, her hand moved behind your back and pressed you against her body “remember, it’s always monday night mami…” her devious look was back as if you helped her gain her confidence back around you.

“you know…i’m always in for a challenge…”

yeah, maybe she was the rhea ripley but you knew how good you were and being able to tease her and make her so flustered around you was definitely a weapon in your sleeve.

“we will see pretty girl…” falling in love with the enemy wasn’t definitely her plan but somehow you managed to make her heart beat faster anytime you were close and now she felt like she couldn’t get enough of you.

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i’m receiving a few requests and i’m trying to overcome my writer block 🤞🏼🩷 thank you for your patience and kind words 🩷🩷

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Bless this video I swear.

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Feral

[mamirhodessxox]

[mamiobesssionfics]

Let's Get Physical

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: In which her love language is physical touch.

Rhea was known far and wide for her boundless love and affection for those she held dear. 

Her love language was physical touch, and she expressed her feelings through hugs, kisses, and playful punches on the arm. 

To Rhea, there was no greater joy than showering her loved ones with physical displays of affection.

Her friends and family often joked that Rhea's love was so strong, it could knock you off your feet. 

Literally.

But everyone knew that under her tough exterior, was a heart made of gold.

She was always ready to lend a helping hand or give a comforting hug. Rhea's physical displays of affection were her way of showing just how much she cared and loved.

One day, you got home feeling under the weather due to work. Your boss was an asshole, and you just had it.

Emotionally drained, you dropped your keys into the bowl.

As soon as Rhea saw you, without hesitation, she swooped in with a bear hug that lifted you off the ground. 

"I love you, Darling," Rhea said with a smile. 

You couldn't help but laugh at her, feeling the warmth of Rhea's love wash over you.

"I love you too, Babe." you replied as you fully let yourself go in her embrace.

You instantly felt better.

Later that evening, you two cuddled on the couch, allowing Rhea to run her fingers through your hair as you two watched a new series.

The bad day you had was long forgotten every time you were in her arms.

It was your safe place.

Rhea's physical displays of affection were a testament to the depth of her love for those around her. 

Especially to you.

Whether it was a bear hug, a playful punch, or a comforting embrace, Rhea's love knew no bounds. 

And those lucky enough to receive her affection knew that they were truly cherished by someone who loved them very much, in her own unique way.

[chosowifee]

They look so good here it's insane

[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.

[mazikeenhyde]

Sweat on me...

Wrestler Reader x Rhea Ripley x Jey Uso 

WARNING – Smut, Threesome, Rhea x Jey Use, Rhea x Reader, Jey Use x Reader

Part One

*As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife from my chest, I keep searching for something that I never seem to find, but maybe I wont cause I left it all behind* (Music -Hollywood Undead – HEAR ME NOW)

The music in my headphones blasted through my ear drums, the bass pounding in time with my heartbeat as I entered my third round of sprints on the treadmill. I had just finished on the weights and now my main focus was pushing hard on cardio. Monday night RAW didn’t start for another 6 hours, I got here early to get in a harsh workout. I got the call up from NXT about 4 months ago but If I wasn’t going to better myself, I was never going to escape the mid card section. I needed to be better, to be stronger, to be faster. I needed to be the best. 

I had met many of the superstars on the main roster, I was good acquaintances with most of them, but I had never developed any key relationships or friendships. Whether my past relationships held me back from trying to find love again or I was happier with my solitude and harsh work schedule to keep me busy, my main focus these days was training and performing. 

My legs were aching, my chest tight and I could feel the sweat dripping down my neck. It was so hot in here, the only other person that I was aware of in the gym with me was Damian Priest. He was a really nice guy, acted more like a big brother around most of us younger girls but he kept to himself when he worked out. I preferred it that way, meant I could focus, though if I ever needed any help he would always be there. He had helped me earlier mind you when I was pushing for a personal best when upping the weight on the bench press, Damian had offered to spot me just in case I struggled. But aside from that he had kept to himself, you could hear his loud music blasting through his headphones as he worked hard on his shoulders. 

What I never realized though, was that a couple other wrestlers had also entered the gym too, I guess with my music being so loud, and my focus being locked in I hadn’t paid much notice. I figured aside from Damian, most other top talent arrived for RAW much later. 

If I had of known Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso were also inside the gym, warming up and getting ready to train behind me, seemingly admiring me from a short distance I would have probably tried to control my breathing a little better. Maybe focused on not sounding like an exhausted pigeon gasping for breath! 

“Damn… girls really going for it!” Jey said suggestively, nudging Rheas shoulder as he admired my figure sprinting away. 

“Pretty girl with cute backside and just a touch of innocence…” Rhea grinned as she ran her tounge bar across her teeth, her black lipstick embellished across her perfect lips. 

Everyone at WWE and in the locker, room already knew, that ever since Dominik had been the twat bag he was and had broken Rhea’s heart, choosing dumb barbie over the gothic goddess that is Rhea Ripley, Jey had made his move and those two were now together. A lot of them had seen them hook up at after parties, in bars and return to the same hotel room together, occasionally bringing a third party along. Nearly the whole roster had gotten use to them both being the latest ‘IT’ couple, the life of all the parties and anything scandalous was easily kept under wraps by the WWE management team. Though the pair had been warned to reel it in a bit since their latest trip to Las Vegas, Nevada upon which Hunter had been forced to cover an extortionate bill for multiple trashed hotel rooms, a flooded jacuzzi and several empty mini bars. These top talent stars knew how to party, and they did it well. 

Aside from a couple small gatherings and after show meet ups to local bars, I hadn’t really pushed myself to go out and mingle. I was solely focused on training to further my career, so you could say that as time had gone on, I was missing my wilder days in NXT where being carefree felt so easy. Risk taking was so natural and one of flings, they were like the relief you get from that itch you just can’t scratch… alone. 

“Mami likes?” Jey looked down at Rhea who nodded, locking her eyes onto his, seemingly as if they both knew what the other wanted. 

“Work hard, play harder, right?” Rhea looked up at him and winked, scanning her eyes over my frame. Jey’s eyes scanned over my ass, raising his hand to cover his lips as he bit down on the edge of his thumb. He sucked air through his teeth as he lifted one foot on top of the bench and leant down onto his knee whispering into Rhea’s ear, who in turn smirked.  

The machine sped up again and so did I, fully zoned into my workout, I hadn’t attempted to reach this speed before but the words from the trainers echoed in my head. 

“Y/W/N,  you’ve got to be faster, better! Improve your stamina! You won’t get any further unless you push yourself harder! Get comfortable with being uncomfortable!” 

I was powering on, even if I felt dizzy, the sweat was building as I pressed on, swinging my arms to the pace of the music. But my headphones cut out. 

“Y’all need to take it easy…” Damian’s dark voice came from behind me as I suddenly became aware there were more people in the gym than I had thought, but curiosity got the better of me and I pretended I couldn’t hear them. 

Damian stood, reaching for his towel and wiping the sweat from his face exited the room, shaking his head and laughing at the randy pair who seem to have abandoned their warmup to admire a different potential sweat session instead. 

Rhea gave a half corner smirk as she winked at Damian while he left. It was very obvious her inner sexual demons had taken over and they were now plotting their next steps. Taking her hand and running it along Jey’s thigh she watched the sweat on my lower back glisten in the artificial gym lights. 

“Man, aye uce that girl fine as hell” Jey smirked as he ran his hand down Rheas back, nuzzling his lips against her neck as she squirmed in her seat. Her mini gym shorts  began riding up her tattooed thighs as she grinded softly against the weights bench. 

I won’t deny hearing their words of praise, of lust and of their desires to fuck me in the showers was equally turning me on as it was getting me through this horrendous cardio session. But I really didn’t know how to deal with this situation either, was I prepared to go down this route? I was so new to the main roster, did I really want to go and start adding bumps to an already difficult mountain I was climbing? 

Honestly…. Yeah, I think I did. 

“What you sayin Mami? What you thinking baby…” he continued as his hot breath flushed against Rheas ear. She let out a small moan at the sensation, her stomach tightening into a knot as  

“I think baby girl needs a shower… I think we ALL …need a shower” Rhea winked and stood pushing Jey down to take a seat on the weights bench, his arms latched on as his hands held tightly to her waist. Rhea perched herself on his thigh, continuing to grind her clit against him. His breath was sharp as their lips locked tightly, each others tounges dancing  in unison as Jey let out a few deep primal grows from his chest in desperation to climb on and devour his girlfriend. 

Rhea stood, pulling at Jeys shirt so he would follow her. 

“Come on baby, after all her hard work she deserves a reward, a surprise?” Rhea’s grin grew as Jey bit down on his lip and looked over to me. I was trying to hard to focus on what I was doing, to not fall off the treadmill, to not let them know I could hear them. 

“a hot, wet, soapy surprise” Rheas words planted deep inside Jey’s lust to fuck the pair of us against the shower screen doors and while his legs felt like jelly at the thought, he followed Rhea toward the changing rooms and into the shower block. The pair of them sniggering as they went. 

A short moment later, when I was sure they had gone I pressed the emergency stop button on the treadmill and stood, trying to catch my breath. The sweat dripped down from my forehead to the ground below me as I collected myself. I was physically exhausted, mentally wiped and I needed to shower, sleep and get ready for the show later that evening. 

Turning around I got off the machine and picked my bag up from the floor beside me. It was there it clicked in my head. I had a decision to make. 

I could turn Left, leave the gym and go back to my hotel room. I could shower, nap and get ready for the show. 

OR 

I could turn right, go into the changing rooms and enter the shower block where I knew Rhea and Jey were waiting for me. Lurking in the shadows in hopes of a surprise soaped up, fuck around threesome. 

I paused for a second, my heart still racing. 

Seems like my feet made the decision for me. 

……………

…………….

…………….

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a deep voice, fueled with hot breath and sexual desire filled my ears. 

“I knew you could hear us…” 

[caramelcleopatraa]

Orgasm Denial/Edging

Rhea Ripley x Reader ! 500+ words ! Day 3

x: this is late.. I know.. hush

This was going on too long. At least in your mind it was. Maybe it was just enough time for her. She probably submersed herself in your constant flip between agony and pleasure. An unbreakable rhythm of building you up just to break you down. Arching your back, bowing above the covers just to be brought back to earth when the sudden rollercoaster of pleasure comes to an excruciating halt. God… how dare she. But you knew if you said something, your chances of cumming would lower to an absolute zero. Then again, with the way she was playing with you, you don’t think she will let you. Rhea might even go as far to restricting you from touching yourself all day. So you can sit in bed with that nagging, persistent, but tempting ache that would rack your brain until it went away. Until someone made it go away. And that’s all you wanted. To cum. You’ve never wanted anything more right now than to soak the silk bed sheets so bad that Rhea would have to replace them. It was on the top of your tongue “Rhea- I-I’m cumming!” The way her fingers stirred inside you, emulating the infamous ‘come hither’ motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

’Please Rhea, please let me cum.’

“Rhea~ mmm fuck.”

‘Please let me cum mami, I deserve it this time. Don’t I?’

“Mami~ it feels too good”

‘Please? It hurts. I just wanna cum for you. All f’r you’

“Oh my god- Mami pleasee~”

Her sadistic smile flashes. “You sound so good whining for me, pretty girl. You wanna cum for me? Cum all over my hand and watch me lick my hand clean?”

“God yes! Yesyesyes-“

“Too bad that’s not gonna happen right now.”

Rhea’s hands retract from your pussy, leaving it a soaking needy mess. Her hand is glistening in your wetness, completely covered to the point where her middle and ring finger are pruned. Well, at least she didn’t lie about one thing. Her tongue swirls around her pruney fingers, licking up every excess drop of you that was left on her hand. You pout and sink into the mattress feeling your disappointment building rather than pleasure. 

“Aww, are you mad at me?”

You turn your head away from her and close your legs. “Nah, never been more happy.” Your sarcasm and tinge of annoyance makes her sigh as she sorts through a cluttered drawer, pulling out a toy you hoped to God she wouldn’t use. She twirls the vibrator through her fingers like a high school teenager doing tricks with his pencil.

“Can you stay strong for me? Last a little while longer and I'll let you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before.”

You wish it took more than that to make you fold, but you follow up with a slow nod. Rhea smiles, grabbing the side of your head and kissing your forehead and whispers in your ear while turning the vibrator on.

“But until then, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Don't you fucking cum until I say so.”

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[fandomfucker]

AHHHHHHHHH

I'm emotionally distraught

[damiansgoodgirll]

could you write rhea x jey x reader smut. Like however you wanna write it just no cheating please

I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS AND I DON’T THINK I’LL MAKE MORE CAUSE THIS ONE IS BAD, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED ‼️

rhea ripley x reader x jey uso

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️a little bit of angst, feels, insecure reader, fluff, romance, smut so stay away kids, not much of a plot, soft!rhea, soft!jey, dom!rhea, not so dom jey, threesome(?) and more i guess‼️

eyes on me

you didn’t exactly know what led to have you naked between rhea’s and jey’s bodies, but somehow you ended up there. maybe it was the constant tension between you and rhea. the way she would always make sure you were okay after a match, the way she helped you train everytime you were at the gym together or how she always made sure to compliment you, even if you were just wearing baggy clothes and had dark circles under your eyes.

you never meant for that to happen. after the painful break up with dom, rhea needed someone that stayed by her side. you and damian were her best friends so, of course you were both there for her.

she took your advice seriously when you told her that she had to move on. in less than two weeks she was already seeing jey uso and you were happy for her. maybe feeling a little jealous that she didn’t need you as she used to but you couldn’t lie that jey was the right person for her.

jey was always kind and gentle with you. respecting your friendship with rhea and never overstepping.

but if rhea and jey were a happy couple, why were you naked on their bed?

“we don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable…” rhea softly whispered in your ear, gently kissing your neck.

it wasn’t making you uncomfortable. it was making you wonder what had changed during that dinner with rhea and jey at her place.

one minute you were all happily eating and watching a comedy show, the next minute you were straddling jey’s lap, his hands were moving under your shirt as rhea moved to massage jey’s shoulders and neck, leaving soft kisses on his skin.

you remember jey carrying you to the main bedroom, rhea leading the way. you still remember the feeling of rhea’s hands as she undressed you, taking her time admiring you. you remember how jey undressed rhea, him watching her with loving eyes, making you feel a little insecure because you didn’t have someone waiting at home that would look at you like that. you remember how rhea softly dragged you down on the bed with her, bringing a hand to your cheek and looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. when you showed none, she tested the water and brought her lips over yours. no rush, just a gentle kiss. one, turned into two, and two kisses turned into a full make out session with her as jey undressed himself and laid next to you on the bed. one of his hands tenderly caressing your hips. leaving soft kisses from your neck, to your collarbone, into your belly.

he stopped his movements when rhea said those words. he was too lost in his thoughts that he actually didn’t think that it might have been uncomfortable for you.

he looked between your faces and noticed the hopeful looked that rhea had. he knew that rhea thought of you as more than a friend, he talked about it with her and they both were on the same page. they both liked you, they both had feelings for you and if you were okay, they were ready to let you in their relationship.

“i’m okay with this…” you soft voice whispered. rhea and jey were able to hear you and they both relaxed when you said those words.

“but you’re thinking of something, aren’t you?” jey questioned, making you nod your head “what is it babe?”

you blushed under his staring gaze “it’s just…i don’t want this to ruin what we have…”

“i promise you, it’s not” rhea added “nothing is gonna ruin what we have…we promise you”

“okay…” you smiled, earning a smile from her side “but uhm…i’ve never been with two people at the same time so i don’t really know what to do” your cheeks turning red.

“it’s okay beautiful, we will take care of you” jey reassured you, making you nod your head.

your heart pounding in your chest when rhea started kissing you again. her lips were so soft and kissable that you were kinda jealous that jey had the chance to kiss her every day. jey moved between your legs, with his big hands, he softly pulled them apart. while rhea was assaulting your lips, jey started kissing your thighs, grazing at your naked pussy but never touching it.

“i wanna taste her…” rhea almost moaned on your lips when she heard jey kissing your thighs. he couldn’t say no to mami so he moved out of her way and as rhea positioned herself between your legs, the twin laid next to you, popping himself up on his elbow as he watched cautiously every movement your face made.

rhea’s lips kissed your clit, making you slightly move on the bed. when she got the reaction that she wanted from you, she began her attack on your pussy. she took her time eating you out, kissing and licking your clit. jey’s free hand moved over your already hardened nipples, giving them equal attention.

you weren’t a typical screamer in bed, you were shy and it was hard for your partners to understand if you liked what they were doing or not. jey noticed how hard you were trying to keep your moans low and he didn’t agree with your choice “i wanna hear your pretty voice” he whispered into your ear, while his lips left kisses behind your neck “moan for us y/n…” and that was all the confidence you needed because in the exact moment rhea licked at your entrance and jey took a nipple in his mouth, a soft moan escaped your lips, making rhea shiver from how good you were being for them.

jey enjoyed teasing your nipples, wondering if you were so sensitive just for him or you were like that in general. his kisses were soft, he was treating you with such care that you found hard to believe that the jey uso was such a romantic lover boy.

rhea told you about the first time they had sex and how he basically destroyed her. of course, she enjoyed it, and by the way she told you that story, you were sure that those two destroy the bedroom at least twice a day. but this was a different side of jey, and a different side of rhea.

still taking the lead, she brought one of her skilled finger over your clit as her tongue was working over your entrance “fuck baby, you taste so fucking good…” she moaned against your pussy, making you shiver. the added pressure over your clit sent goosebumps all over your body. seeing your thighs trembling, jey knew that you were close and he needed to see you coming for them.

he moved his head from your nipples to your lips, gently kissing you, his tongue fighting for dominance “you coming baby?” he whispered in your ear. too lost in pleasure, you couldn’t find a proper answer but the way your thighs shook and the way your body went rigid and limp in a minute was enough as an answer for jey. grabbing the sheets, a very pornographic sound left your lips, shocking everyone in the room, you included. no one ever made you cum so hard in your life.

rhea worked you through your orgasm, stopping only when she cleaned you up with her tongue. when she was done, she brought her face down to your face and softly pressed a kiss onto your cheek “you were so good for me…” she whispered in your ear. she watched your blissful face, eyes barely open and mouth agape, you were a vision for her.

“you should taste how sweet she is…” she grabbed jey’s face and brought him to her lips, making you taste yourself on him. jey moaned into rhea’s mouth, swearing that you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

rhea’s hand teased jey’s cock. you saw it tweaking in her hand as she gave it some attention too. pre-cum already spreading along his shaft, making him whimpering as rhea mover her hand up and down. you watched in awe how confident she was, how confident she was moving and you wished you could have a little bit of her confidence. you were there, watching her pleasuring her boyfriend and you felt yourself getting wet again.

“baby…” jey moaned against her lips “i wanna try y/n’s pussy…” he said, almost as if he was asking for permission. you saw the look rhea gave him, almost a smirk and she couldn’t say no so she nodded, kissing him one last time before sitting on the bed next to you.

rhea fantasised about you multiple times. she fantasised about having you naked just for her, having you naked for her and jey and now she couldn’t believe that you were actually there.

“you doing okay love?” she asked, making sure that you were okay and not overwhelmed.

“yeah…” a whisper left your mouth.

jey checked with rhea and she signed him to go, that you were okay and ready for him.

“if at any point you wanna stop, you say the word and i stop okay baby?” jey asked you, and you nodded. he wanted this to be pleasurable experience for you and hurting you wasn’t his intention.

he was big. probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen and you haven’t had sex in a long time, you weren’t so sure he was going to fit.

“what about we stretch you out first?” rhea asked, mostly to jey. she might have sensed your worry or maybe she remembered when you told her that the last time you had sex was months and months ago.

jey nodded, understanding that this might have been a little overwhelming for you. he brought his middle finger over your entrance, teasing you, making you whimper. he took time with you. his finger slowly thrusting inside of you. your walls immediately clenching around him.

she’s not going to fit - he thought - she’s too tight.

“let me know if i hurt you…” he whispered, reassuring you with a smile.

“okay…” you smiled back. you trusted jey, you trusted rhea, maybe you didn’t trust yourself much but you knew you were in good hands. they would never hurt you on purpose and rhea reminded you that no matter what, you had control over your decisions, whether you wanted to continue or not.

his finger moved slowly inside of you, jey finding that spot that made you crawl to him. he found it when he heard a strong whimper coming from you “oh, like that uh?” he watched as you nodded your head, not being able to answer him. rhea admired the whole scene in awe. she had dreamed about this multiple times and she couldn’t believe that now you were actually there, naked for both of them. she was mesmerised by your beauty, by the way your body reacted so well to both her and damian. she couldn’t get enough of you.

“i wanna feel you coming on my cock…” jey’s voice was low, delicate even. you nodded, anticipation building in your core “if at any point you want to stop just let me know, i don’t wanna hurt you baby…” jey was dead serious. you weren’t rhea, he didn’t know you or your body as well as he knew hers but by the time you’ve spent together he saw how more of a delicate person you were, he knew he had to be careful otherwise he would scare you.

“i will…” you reassured him.

he brought his dick through your folds, collecting your juices before slowly thrusting his tip inside of you. he was big, probably the biggest one you’ve ever been with. he made you feel inch by inch, thrusting deeper inside of you “breathe baby…” rhea reminded you.

once he was all settled in, he waited for you to adjust, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone and breast, whispering praising words “you can move jey…” you nodded your head when he gave you a questioning look.

he moved slowly at first, his eyes never leaving your face, making sure there was no sign of discomfort.

when he hit that spot inside of you, you couldn’t contain your moans low any longer, pleasure was building inside of you and rhea’s hands touching between your shoulders and your breast weren’t making it easy for you to stay quiet.

“faster…” you moaned, making him smile. he sped up a little, hitting all the right spots inside of you “oh fuck…mh…” you felt tears forming inside your eyes, you’ve never felt that much pleasure in your life.

your thighs shaking a little, making jey speed his movements as rhea lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, biting and kissing it “you’re being so good for us baby…so fucking good” she murmured against your skin. you loved her dominant side, you trusted her with your life and you gave control over your own body.

“jey…oh-fuck…” you opened your eyes, meeting his staring look. a few tears fell and rolled down your red cheeks “please…” you didn’t even know what you were begging for.

“please what baby…you like it?” he whispered into your ear, only earning a nod as a reply “good girl…baby, you’re made for us…” he quickly looked down at rhea, noticing how her lips were playing with your nipples and her hands were playing with her pussy, bringing her own pleasure. the room was filled with moans, your skin shining from the layers of sweat upon it. jey’s body moving in sync with yours as you were both chasing your orgasm.

“jey, i’m so close…fuck” your voice whimpered, making jey slowing his thrusts as he could take a good look at you. he brought a leg over his shoulder, moving deeper inside of you.

“oh fuck…come for me baby…” he almost cried when he felt how your walls were squeezing him. you were close and he knew it “keep your eyes on me baby, i wanna see your face…” he ordered and you tried your best to do as he said “eyes on me…” he whispered, voice so rough and yet so soft.

rhea was about to cum as she played with her own clit and her moans vibrating against your skin where enough to send you over the edge.

“jey…oh fuck…i’m…” you weren’t even able to finish your sentence that you were already coming on his cock.

“yeah, i know baby…i wanna feel you” he sped up his movements as you were coming all around his cock. your own orgasm led to rhea coming all over her fingers. jey couldn’t hold himself anymore and he quickly pulled out and came all over your chest. he wanted to cum inside of you but as a first experience with him and rhea, he didn’t want overwhelm you. “oh shit…” his eyes rolled back as he leaked all over your chest and red breast.

you took time catching breath, your chest heavy while rhea softly kissed your reddened skin. your whole body was sensitive, legs still shaking and tears still falling from your eyes. jey moved to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

“you did so good baby…” rhea whispered as she moved closer to your body. she laid down on the bed and she gently grabbed your body so you could lay against her. your head over her shoulder as she softly whispered praise words into your ear.

jey admired the two of you, feeling so grateful that you trusted them both.

he quickly cleaned himself before coming back to the bedroom, his hands moving to wash your sensitive pussy and chest, to clean you up from all of his juices and when he was done he moved to lay back down, next to your and rhea.

“are you okay baby?” he asked, meeting your eyes “anything that hurts?”

you smiled “no…i’m perfectly okay, nothing hurts…” and they both believed you. you looked so peaceful in jey’s eyes that he wished this could be a permanent thing and not a causal one.

“i should probably go home…” you whispered, feeling like you didn’t belong there. it was fun, it was good, but you didn’t want to crash rhea’s and jey’s romantic relationship more than you already did.

jey and rhea looked at each other, worried that they might have done something wrong “what are you talking about love?” rhea softly asked.

“i mean…this was just one night thing, right? i don’t wanna be the reason you two break up or have problems…” you mumbled, shying away.

“what? hold up! what is that coming from?” jey intervened.

you took a deep breath “i mean…isn’t this what you wanted? just an experience?”

“absolutely no…baby, why would you think that?” rhea was partially shocked and hurt “what i said at dinner, it’s true…i’ve always thought of you as more than just a friend and just because because jey and i are dating, doesn’t mean we don’t want you too…if you want us” she smiled at you.

they wanted you? not just for the sex, but they wanted you.

“i know that your pretty mind is overthinking right now…” jey murmured leaving a soft kiss over your shoulder “but we want you, if you want us…”

“like a relationship? the three of us?” you definitely didn’t expect that proposal.

“yeah…” rhea breathed “the three of us…we can take things slowly, we are not rushing you and we definitely will never make you do things you are uncomfortable doing…but it’s pretty clear, we like you more than just a friend and the idea of not having you with us it’s killing me…”

“okay…” you whispered, meeting rhea’s face and her hopeful eyes.

“okay?” jey asked, smiling a little too much.

“yeah…okay, let’s do this…” you knew you were in good hands so why not giving it a try?

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I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I WROTE THIS 🙅🏻‍♀️ enjoy 💋

[ms-wwe]

Can we all just agree on one thing here...

Rhea and Damian should be the birth of mixed tag team titles. There, I said it.

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Together

Kinktober day 24

Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader

Main kinks: Anal play, daddy kink.

Word count: 1,3K

Summary: It's the perfect autumn day in Florida with a pretty high temperature, perfect day for a swim, or maybe a nice bang....

Warnings: Smut, butt plug, strap on, coming without attention to clit, cunnilingus, doggy style, slight dom/sub dynamic.

(Please tell me if I forgot anything.)

"And your winner is Rhea Ripley!" Rhea looks around the crowd posing, showing them who she is. You're standing at the front row, watching your girlfriend's win, cheering the loudest of all. The champion takes a moment to look at you sending you a wink. You hear the girls next to you going wild, thinking it was for them. Only you know the truth.

You like being her secret. Only a small group of people knows about your relationship, so it's hidden for the public. Then there are other things only the two of you know. How you scream 'daddy' when her fingers are deep inside you, but also how she cleans you up after.

Rhea's opponent is getting up. The woman really had something to survive. They both leave the ring, and you make your way through the people with your secret backstage pass, on your way to see the woman who stole your heart.

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"There is my pretty girl, come here." Rhea is taking off her makeup in her locker room, which is empty except for the two of you. You make your way over to your woman. You got together when you were eightteen, and she was twenty-three. It's a bit of an age gap, but not that bad. You really love each other.

Rhea pats her lap, so you straddle her. Your lips meet with hers. There's a tint of salty sweat, but you don't care at all. Her big hands run over your waist and hips, the crop top you're wearing gives easy access to your skin. You groan a bit into her mouth, your hands in her short, messy black hair.

Just when the situation starts to escalate, the wrestler breaks away from the kiss. You sigh and pout in frustration. After seeing that vigorous match, you needed her hands on you everywhere. Reminding you that only you could be hers.

Rhea notices your attitude, quickly cutting it off by carefully grabbing your jaw. "Oh baby, I know you want me. Tomorrow, okay? I promise to make it worth the wait. Daddy needs to relax." The way she calls herself daddy will always do it for you, but you obediently get off her lap and sit on the chair next to her to discuss the match whilst she cleans herself up.

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The water of the outdoor pool is chilly when you jump into it. Rhea always just slides into it casually, but she likes your young naivety as you always jump in it with the water splashing over all. It's the midst of October, but around this time, it's usually between 25°C and 30°C where she lives in Florida. Today, it's a bit warmer, perfect temperature for a swim.

It's beautiful here. Dogs lying by the pool, cat casually walking around, gorgeous girlfriend by your side in the pool. You love living like this, the life you could never have imagined.

You spend some time swimming, talking about yesterday's match, and having fun. You always love to hear Rhea explain how she got to her win or the mistakes she made that ended with her losing.

"I'm done swimming, baby. Want to play a little?" Rhea asks after a while. You always know what it means when she uses those words. Excitement starts bubbling up in your stomach, so you nod heavily. "No, gorgeous. Use your words." She kisses the tip of your nose.

"Yes, daddy." The words come out strong, but you know your voice won't be as capable swen she has her hands on you. Rhea chuckles and gets out of the pool. "Dry yourself up and get on the couch, I'm going to get some toys."

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"Good girl, waiting for me so patiently. I got some of your favourites, you'll love what I have in mind for you." Rhea puts down a small, silken bag. You have seen this bag often, it's used when your girlfriend is going somewhere and wants to take toys to that place.

You're ripped out of thoughts by her pushing you down from where you sat on the couch. Next up, she grabs your hair and kisses you, pulling a whine from your mouth. The toys are long forgotten, and so are your thoughts. You're acting on need and muscle memory now.

Rhea softly kneads your breast. The easy access through the bikini top has a pull on her. Just when Rhea kisses down your neck, you feel some slick dripping down your thigh. You hope she won't be mad for wetting the couch with your arousal.

"This is what I'm gonna do to you." She grabs the bag and empties it. "I'm going to fuck you from behind with that cute little plug in your ass." You stare at the black rose ended, bigger butt plug on the couch. She knows it is your favourite. The strap is midsized and double-ended, black with a few bumps that will rub nicely against your insides.

"Bikini off and on the couch with your ass up," the black haired wrestler orders. You do as she says, but you know you're going to get some problems with stamina in this position. When you're done, Rhea has inserted the inner end of the strap into herself and tightened the clasps on her waist and legs.

Rhea gets behind you, you hear how she pumps lube on her hand and puts it on the metal butt plug. The puts the remainder on your hole, slowly pushing a finger in. You whine at the familiar feeling, many people don't like it but it's one of your favourite things. She takes her finger out and pushes the cold plug into your ass.

"I won't need lube for the strap, you so soaked, little thing." Rhea reaches over to play with your nipples before pushing the strap into you with a groan. She immediately sets up a nice pace, pulling loud moans out of you.

Your girlfriend has a nice view at the plug in your ass. She presses it a few times to tease, each time you whine from the unexpectedness. Rhea herself is having the best time. The end on the inside of the harness pushes into her with each thrust and the fabric of the harness rubs her clit.

"Do you think you can cum without me rubbing your clit?" Rhea alightly adjusts her position, now thrusting right into your sweet spot. She tries to get the pace up a bit without getting sloppy, still pushing deep into you.

"I think so, daddy," you answer with a weak voice. The woman behind you grabs your ass, fondling it. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine.

Rhea feels how close she is getting. She clings onto the strap so she doesn't ruin her own plans. "We're going to cum together, okay? Are you ready?"

You feel your own orgasm building up. "Yes, daddy," you respond shakily when you're on the edge. Now you're both keeping in your orgasms, waiting for each other.

"Cum." Rhea's voice is strong. She thrusts harder into you, pulling an orgasm from both you and herself. Your moans and whines mix up, so audible you can't hear who they come from. You feel arms hugging you from behind and crash down on the couch.

Rhea gives you both a second to catch breath before pulling out and setting all toys aside to clean up later. She then turns you around to lick all the excess wetness off your pussy. You tremble when her tongue touches your sensitive clit. She takes care of you, as always, licking to the last drop.

"You did so good for me." Together, you stay cuddling on the couch for much longer, dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

[mamirhodessxox]

MY WIFE AND HUSBAND ARE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER CHAT HOLLLYYYY-