#rhea ripley imagines

[mamiobesssionfics]

Of Kicks and Kisses

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: After joining a pregnancy program, you find yourself expecting a baby and Rhea is all in.

Rhea read the email three times before looking up at you with eyes wide like you’d just handed her the universe. "So you're... pregnant?"

You nodded slowly, nervously, watching her lips part in stunned silence before she pulled you into her arms, burying her face in your neck.

"I can’t believe it," she whispered, voice cracking. "We’re going to be parents."

It started with a program, the kind for women wanting to become mothers through donor insemination.

You’d talked about it, dreamed about it, but nothing compared to the reality. That little plus sign changed everything. And from the very first moment, Rhea was all in.

The morning sickness hit like a truck.

You were curled up in the bathroom, head in your hands, groaning as your stomach twisted again. Rhea sat beside you on the cold floor, rubbing slow circles into your back.

“I swear to God, if I could fight the nausea for you, I would.”

You chuckled between gags. “You’d body slam the hormones?”

“Hell yeah. Toss ‘em out the ring.” She kissed your temple, warm and steady. “But since I can’t… ginger tea?”

You nodded weakly.

She was up in seconds, already memorising what calmed your stomach. Saltines, ice water, cold washcloths, and playlists of soothing music. You didn’t even have to ask.

Even though she travelled for work, she made time. Video calls where she’d rub the screen like she could reach through. Voice messages at 3 AM. Little gifts: stretchy leggings, cherry-scented lotion, a hoodie that smelled like her.

“I miss you,” she’d say.

“I’m huge,” you’d pout.

“You’re perfect. And so is our little bean.”

The cravings were weird.

Pickles and marshmallows. Ice chips dipped in fruit syrup. Fried rice with chocolate.

You were constantly apologising.

But Rhea? She loved it.

She’d show up with bags of snacks, dramatic as always. “For my glowing goddess and her bizarre spawn.”

One night, you were half-asleep when she whispered, “Tell me what you’re craving.”

“Cherries.”

The next morning, she had three kinds in a bowl. Fresh, frozen, dried. You cried.

Your belly began to grow more visible, and with it, so did Rhea’s obsession.

“She kicked,” you said one night.

Rhea dropped her water bottle like it offended her. “What?! Where? Let me feel.”

You guided her hand.

The moment that tiny bump nudged her palm, she froze, then smiled so wide it hurt your heart.

“She’s strong,” she whispered. “Just like her mama.”

She started talking to your belly every night. Whispering stories. Promises. Sweet nothings she thought you couldn’t hear.

You always heard.

You waddled. There was no denying it.

Your feet were swollen. Your lower back screamed. You cried at commercials.

Rhea carried you through it all. Almost literally.

She rubbed your feet every night. She ran hot baths, filled them with rose petals, then sat beside you while you soaked. She painted your toenails when you couldn't reach, red to match your favourite lipstick.

“You're doing so good,” she whispered every time you felt like breaking.

She decorated the nursery with soft blacks, cherry reds, and wrestling memorabilia. Little boots. A toy championship belt.

A onesie that read Future Champ.

“Are we ready?” you asked, wide-eyed.

She kissed your bump. “We’ve never been more ready.”

It started with pressure.

Then pain.

Then fear.

You gripped Rhea’s hand so hard you thought you might break her fingers. But she didn’t flinch.

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”

Sweat poured. You cursed. You screamed. You cried.

And through it all, Rhea never hesitated.

“You’re almost there. Just one more—come on, baby, you got this.”

A cry. Small. Beautiful.

The world stilled.

They laid the baby on your chest, and you sobbed. Rhea kissed your forehead, then the baby’s tiny head.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

You held your daughter close, heart bursting.

Rhea looked down at both of you, tears glistening in her eyes.

And she whispered the words she’d been waiting months to say,

"We’re a family."

[visionarymode]

Let Loose

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: rhea ripley x female reader

✧ word count: 1,978

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” she replied with a shrug. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” you chimed in. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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 🩷🩷

[unfgvien]

supporting my wife

pairing - rhea x reader

summary -Yn, a passionate woman, watched her wife Rhea Ripley enter the ring, despite intense competition. Despite losing a match, Yn remained supportive, wishing Rhea continued success.

word count - 996

Yn sat in the front row, her heart racing with excitement. The lights in the arena were bright, and the crowd roared with energy. It was a night of intense competition, and the wrestling ring was buzzing with anticipation. Yn couldn’t help but feel proud as she watched her wife, Rhea Ripley, prepare to enter the ring. Rhea was not just her partner; she was a fierce competitor, known for her strength and determination.

Yn had always admired Rhea’s passion for wrestling. From the moment Rhea had stepped into the ring for the first time, Yn knew this was her calling. Rhea trained hard every day, pushing her limits and perfecting her skills. Yn was there for every practice, cheering her on and helping her stay focused. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, Rhea was up against some of the best wrestlers in the world.

As the arena lights dimmed, the music blared loudly, and everyone turned to the entrance. Yn felt her heart flutter as Rhea emerged, her presence captivating and powerful. Rhea wore her signature black and gold outfit that shimmered under the lights. With her imposing stature and confident stride, she looked ready to take on the world. Yn could see the fire in Rhea's eyes, and it filled her with pride.

The atmosphere was electric. Fans cheered for their favorite wrestlers, waving signs and shouting names. Rhea was a crowd favorite, and Yn felt lucky to be married to such an incredible woman. She held a sign that read, “Go Rhea! ” and waved it energetically, hoping to boost Rhea's spirit.

As the match began, Yn leaned forward in her seat, fully invested in every move. Rhea was up against two skilled opponents, and the competition was fierce. The first opponent, a tall man with a muscular build named Titan, charged at Rhea. They traded blows, each one showcasing their strength. Yn’s heart raced as she saw Rhea take a hard hit but quickly recover, countering with her own attacks.

The second opponent, named Luna, was quick and agile. She darted around the ring, trying to strike Rhea from different angles. Rhea remained focused, her eyes determined. Yn could sense the tension in the air. Despite the intensity, she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. Rhea had faced tough challenges before, and she always found a way to rise above.

As the match progressed, Rhea formed a plan. She had learned to adapt to her opponents’ strengths and weaknesses, and tonight was no different. The crowd was on their feet, cheering loudly as Rhea executed a series of incredible moves. It was thrilling to watch her wife in action, and Yn felt tears of joy in her eyes.

However, tensions escalated as Titan and Luna teamed up against Rhea. Yn’s stomach twisted with worry as the odds stacked against her wife. They pushed Rhea to the edge of the ropes, and Yn leaned forward, wanting to shout words of encouragement. “You got this, Rhea! Don’t give up! ” she yelled, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd.

In a crucial moment, Rhea managed to break free. She used her raw strength to throw Luna against the mat. Yn cheered loudly, jumping with excitement. But as Rhea turned her attention to Titan, Luna quickly got back on her feet and struck Rhea from behind. The impact knocked Rhea down hard.

Yn gasped, her heart sinking. She could see the look of determination in Rhea’s eyes, but she also saw the pain. Rhea got back up, refusing to stay down. The match continued, and for a moment, Yn believed Rhea could still turn it around. She wanted to believe that Rhea would win against all odds.

As the final moments of the match approached, Rhea executed an incredible move, lifting Titan into the air, but she was too exhausted. In a swift counter, Titan turned the tables and pinned Rhea to the mat. The referee counted down, and the fans watched with bated breath. One… two… three. It was over. Yn felt her heart break as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match.

Rhea slowly got to her feet, disappointment etched on her face. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating Titan and Luna’s victory. Yn stood up, clapping with the rest of the audience, but she felt a pang of sadness. Rhea, despite losing, had given it her all. Yn rushed to the ring as Rhea exited, looking defeated yet dignified.

“Rhea! ” Yn called out, tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around Rhea in a tight embrace, feeling the weight of the loss together. Rhea held Yn close, her breathing heavy, but comforted by Yn’s presence. “I’m so proud of you,” Yn said softly. “You fought hard. That’s what matters. ”

Rhea pulled back slightly, meeting Yn’s eyes. “I wanted to win for you,” she said, her voice filled with vulnerability. Yn shook her head. “You don’t have to win to make me proud. You’re already a champion to me. You gave it your all. ”

As they walked out of the arena, Rhea began to smile. Yn could see the spark returning to her eyes. “Thank you for always believing in me,” Rhea said, squeezing Yn's hand. “I may have lost this time, but I’ll come back stronger. ”

Yn nodded, filled with hope. They left the arena, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came next. Rhea may not have won the match, but she had won something far more valuable – the love and support of Yn. Together, they would face all challenges, side by side, embracing life’s ups and downs as a team.

The night may have ended in disappointment, but for Yn and Rhea, it was just another chapter in their journey together. They would always keep fighting, for each other and for their dreams, no matter how tough the battle might be. And that was a victory worth celebrating.

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talk so pretty but your heart got teeth (part 1)

pairing : rhea ripley x fem!reader

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

word count : 1714

content warning : just a bit of a heated makeout session...this time ;)

The heavy hotel door clicked shut behind you as you tossed your duffel bag onto the nearest chair with a tired sigh. The day had been long - meet and greets, interviews, and hours of travel. Your muscles ached with fatigue, but the real reason that you were on edge had nothing to do with the schedule and everything to do with the other woman tossing her own bag down across the room.

Rhea Ripley.

You’d been friends for years - traveling together, training together, celebrating wins and comforting each other after losses. Hell, she’d been the reason you made it from NXT to the main roster in the first place. She’d become your rock, but somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for her. Hard.

You’d been able to maintain your composure for the most part, keep on a mask of indifference when it came to your real feelings, but lately it had been getting increasingly difficult to keep it bottled up. The signs were there in the way your heart tripped over itself whenever she flashed you her wicked grin, or in how your gaze lingered just a second too long when she peeled off whatever oversized shirt she was wearing and revealed her toned, tattooed body. 

And now, as if fate was having a laugh at your expense, the two of you had wound up sharing a hotel room before the next day’s event - one bed, of course. The hotel had somehow had a glitch in its system that left you without a room and, being the amazing friend that she was, Rhea had offered to let you stay with her. You’d thought about turning her down, but you were so tired that searching for another hotel seemed like too much of a hassle, so you’d agreed. After all, it was just one night, right?

“Hell yeah,” Rhea groaned, her voice filling the silence that had been in the room as she stretched her arms over her head, her shirt lifting just enough to show a tantalizing glimpse at her toned abdomen. “I need a shower or I’m going to pass out smelling like the airport.”

You barely heard her of course, too busy staring at the thin sheen of sweat still clinging to her collarbone, but eventually you managed to pull yourself together enough to let out a chuckle, trying to pretend that the sight of her exposed skin wasn’t driving you crazy.

Of course, she caught you looking. “See something you like?” she teased, a coy smirk on her lips.

You snorted, trying to play it off as if everything was just fine. “Nah, just admiring your dedication to hygiene, mate.” She laughed, rolling her eyes as she reached for her toiletry bag and sauntered toward the bathroom. As she moved, your eyes stayed on her a beat too long, drawn to the powerful curve of her thighs and the slight sway of her hips. When the door shut behind her and the sound of running water filled the room, you gave a sigh of relief.

“Get a grip,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, though the traitorous throb between your legs let you know that you most certainly weren’t getting a grip.

You sank onto the edge of the bed, staring blankly at your phone, but it was impossible to focus when your mind kept conjuring images of her beneath the stream of warm water - her head tilted back, droplets gliding down her toned stomach, over her tattooed arms, between her breasts.. “Fuck,” you cursed softly under your breath as you squeezed your thighs together, the images sending a heat between them. When the bathroom door finally swung open twenty minutes later, steam poured out, curling around Rhea like something out of a fantasy. She strolled out in nothing but a thin black sports bra and a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered the swell of her ass. Her damp hair hung in wild waves around her shoulders, strands clinging to her glistening skin. Your stomach tightened and more images flooded your mind. She was a walking sin, created just to tempt you. “Your turn,” she spoke, oblivious to just how hot and bothered she was making you. You swallowed hard and made a beeline for the bathroom, needing to put distance between you before you did something stupid. You opted to take a cold shower, but the cold water did nothing to cool the heat burning under your skin. You stayed under longer than necessary anyways, forcing yourself to calm down. When you finally emerged nearly thirty minutes later, you found her sprawled across the bed, flipping through channels on the tv. Her legs were stretched out, one bent slightly at the knee, her foot tucked under the opposite thigh. The pose was casual, but on her it drove you insane anyways. “Anything good on?” you asked, clearing your throat as you approached the bed hesitantly. “Nah, just the same old crap,” she replied, though as she looked your way a smirk crossed her lips and she patted the empty space beside her. “Come on, I don’t bite,” she said, arching a brow mischievously. “Unless you want me to, of course.” It was enough to make your stomach do a slow flip. You hesitated still, but then a dramatic pout came across her face. “Seriously? You’re gonna make me cuddle myself over here?”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you tried to wipe away all hesitation before finally crawling into the bed beside her. At first, you kept a polite distance, but Rhea didn’t seem to be having it. With a playful huff, she hooked her arm around your waist and dragged you closer until you were pressed against her side. Your heart stuttered when her fingers absentmindedly started tracing slow, lazy circles along your lower back. The warmth of her skin seeped through your thin sleep shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You told yourself to relax - to enjoy the moment without overthinking it, but then you felt Rhea’s hand slip lower, her fingers brushing the curve of your hip and lingering there. You felt your breath catch.

“Rhea…” you whispered, but it came out as more of a plea than a warning.

Rhea hummed softly, her lips so close to your ear that you felt the warm puff of her breath. “Hmm?” Her fingertips grazed the bare skin beneath your shirt, slipping just under the hem and suddenly there was no more questioning whether it was an accident or not. You knew it wasn’t and so did she. You shivered slightly, her fingertips leaving a trail of light goosebumps over your skin. Your pulse quickened, the heat beginning to build low in your stomach as her hand continued to move, tracing lazy patterns over your skin. “You’re tense,” she murmured, her voice low. “Want me to help you relax?” You turned your face toward her, and suddenly you were far too close. Her eyes were hooded, but you could see how the stormy blue hues of her irises had darkened with lust. Her gaze flickered to your lips - she was giving you the chance to stop her. But you didn’t. Instead, you whispered, “Please”, almost as if pleading with her for more. That was all it took because within milliseconds her mouth crashed against yours, hot and insistent. You let out a soft, startled gasp, but she swallowed the sound eagerly, her tongue slipping past your lips. The kiss slowed after that, almost as if she were teasing you, her teeth nipping lightly at your lower lip before her tongue would follow to soothe it, allowing you to feel the cool metal of her tongue piercing. You melted into her, your hand moving to grip the back of her neck and pull her closer. She growled softly into your mouth at the motion, the low and primal sound sending a shiver through you.  Without breaking the kiss, Rhea rolled on top of you, straddling your waist. Her thighs bracketed your hips, warm and firm, as she pinned you down with just enough weight to make you squirm. She broke the kiss then, her lips moving first to your jaw before she began trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You arched into her touch, whimpering softly when she bit down lightly on your skin before proceeding to soothe the mark with her tongue.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” she rasped against your skin, her breath hot and uneven. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this - I thought I was going to become an old maid waiting for you to make the first move.”

Your face burnt with heat at her admission, thinking of all the times before that you’d certainly wanted to take things further with Rhea, but had easily talked yourself out of them. You didn’t think she’d ever be interested in you, but you’d obviously thought incorrectly.

Rhea’s hands slid under your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up, her dark nails lightly raking over your stomach. She leaned back slightly, her eyes still dark with lust, as she tugged your shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor nearby.

Her gaze raked over you hungrily afterwards, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Fuck,” she muttered, almost reverently, before she lowered herself, her mouth latching onto the sensitive skin just above your collarbone. She sucked lightly, her sharp teeth grazing your skin just enough to make your hips twitch beneath her.

You let out a shaky moan, threading your fingers through her dark hair and tugging slightly. She groaned into your skin in response, the sound vibrating against you. Her hands began to slide down your sides before gripping your thighs firmly. Rhea spread your legs slightly, moving to settle between them. You replied by arching up instinctively, your hips rolling against her, desperate for more friction.

Rhea pulled back at the motion, just enough to meet your eyes. Her thumb brushed over your lower lip, her eyes hooded and smoldering. “No more running” she murmured.

You reached up to cup her face, nodding your head. “No more running.”

And then her lips were on yours again, the kiss slow, deep, and utterly consuming.

[candycane7]

ANS STILL!!!!!!!!!!!

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announcement: i LOVE DOM!LIV / SUB!RHEA 🫶🫶

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Rhea Bloody Ripley is my daddy

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Bless this video I swear.

[eclairemaire]

Meeting the Missus pt.3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Wife! Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: The Team finds out Bob is married and wants to meet the missus.

Warnings: Reader is described very similarly to Rhea Ripley, Reader and Bob are very much in love, No mention of Y/N used, Southern Reader (she's like all southern ladies sweet like iced tea, but can knock you on your ass if she has too), Express mentions of reader and Bob's Child, Lemme know if I missed any.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: This is the third part of 'Meeting the Missus'. I'm genuinely so surprised at how many of you are reading this; it makes my heart swoon. I hope everyone enjoys!

Heading to the cafeteria for lunch, as soon as Bob sits down, he’s surrounded by the rest of the squad. Phoenix on his right, Fanboy on the left, Rooster across from Bob, Hangman across from Phoenix, Payback across from Fanboy, and Coyote on the other side of Hangman. All of them leaning towards him as though they were high school kids waiting for the newest piece of gossip. Fanboy was almost completely pressed against Bob’s side as he started to unpack his leftovers from last night��s dinner.

“So are we going to get to try any of your Missus’ lovely food at this cookout that you mentioned yesterday?” Fanboy asked as he ogled the food that looked mouth-wateringly good. Bob hummed as he got up to reheat his food, like a pack of strays, the rest of the squad started to get up to follow him to the microwave.

“You will,” he said non-committedly as he put the food in the microwave and started it up. Looking up and seeing the team still surrounding him, he quirked up a brow, “Don’t y’all need to go get your own food?” Watching with an amused glint as the team seemed to realize they did not, in fact, have any food of their own to eat for lunch yet, and seemed to scatter to retrieve their respective meals.

Meeting back at their table, Bob was quietly typing on his phone and smiling fondly while waiting. Once everyone arrived, he stowed his phone into one of the pockets of his uniform. “Missus has decided that the cookout will be next Saturday, you will be expected to bring food or drink, you don’t have to bring both, but if you want to, you can to get in my wife's good graces.” He said after finishing the first bite of his lunch, letting out a low hum of satisfaction at the flavor.

“So what can we expect from this cookout? Will there be games? Any more munchkins besides yours?” Hangman asked as he started to dig into his food, Coyote nodding along beside him.

“Is it going to be similar to the one Riley talked about from when you were stationed at Lemoore?” Phoenix drew her attention to Bob as he thought of an answer to the questions.

Deciding to answer Hangman first, “There will be games, board games, and some digital. Maybe some dogfight football if we’re lucky. As for other kids, I’m not sure,” there might be some of Rileys friends, but that entirely depends on whether you wanted to host a sleepover, which wasn’t likely; your social battery would be pretty drained after having so many people over all day. “ We’ll likely be eating lunch around one-ish, do games for a little bit afterwards, then Riley’ll konk out for like an hour and a half for a nap, and then it’ll just be us adults for a while.” Turning to face Phoenix, he answers her question.

“Yes, and no, none of our relatives are going to be here this time, and her friends likely aren’t either. It’ll be the same in the sense that it’s essentially a party of sorts, but with y’all instead of our families.” He stated while continuing to eat his food.

“Ok, so for food, does anyone have any allergies that might have detrimental effects if said allergen is ingested?” Fanboy asked as he examined the group and turned back towards Bob. Nos and nope's flowed from everyone's mouths after pondering for a moment. “Great!” he exclaimed, shifting back towards his food.

“Sounds like we’ve all got an idea what to expect. What time should we be there?” Rooster asked.

“Shoot for around 12:30, that way Missus can have a time to have everything fresh and hot to go,” Bob stated. 

After that conversation flowed as usual, talking about drills and other happenings going on throughout the base, and the day continued. 

Before leaving, Maverick pulled Bob aside, “What’s this I hear about a cookout?” he inquires as he looks at Bob with curiosity.

“Oh,” Bob fumbles briefly, “My wife and I are hosting a cookout next weekend, and we invited the squad over. Are you interested in coming as well, Mav?” Bob asks, while twiddling his thumbs behind his back at the sudden inquiry about personal plans.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to meet your wife, whom I’ve heard so much about from Penny. Is Amelia welcome to come as well?” He asks as he looks at Bob’s face. Bob relaxes, remembering that you get along quite well with Penny and have been mentioning wanting to introduce her to Riley

“That sounds like a good idea, sir. I’ll make sure to let her know that you all are coming as well.” Turning to leave, Bob remembers that he needs to tell Maverick to bring food or a drink. “Sir, please, bring a drink or food dish with you, otherwise my wife may not let you into our home.” He smiles sheepishly before heading to the parking lot. Once in his car, he messages everyone your home address and the date and time to be there. 

~

Arriving home followed a similar fashion as the day before, Bob was greeted first by Nuggs, who was eagerly awaiting pats, before almost being bulldozed by your second dog, Beans, who was significantly larger than Nuggs. Followed by a “Welcome home, Sweetheart,” being shouted from the direction of the kitchen. 

“We’re still making dinner,” you say as Bob enters the kitchen to see you sprinkling cheese over a pizza. “How was work?” you ask as you grab the pizza stone to put it into the oven. Riley runs over to Bob and gives his legs a squeeze and a big grin at him before going into the living room, where he then proceeds to hear the opening of ‘Magic School Bus’ play in the background.

“Good, everyone has a vague idea of what to expect for next Saturday,” He says, coming up behind you and wrapping you up in his arms, and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Mavrick heard about the cookout, I’m assuming Hangman and Rooseter were talking about it in the hangar,” He mumbles into your hair, as you hum as a response and turn to start cleaning up the kitchen while you wait for the pizza to cook, Bob clining to you like a koala all the way.

“Is he coming?” You ask as you continue to maneuver around the kitchen.

“Yeah, he asked if he, Penny, and Amelia could come. I told him yes, I figured you’d likely hear from Penny about what she plans on bringing,” he answered.

“Amelia's coming? That’s good, I wanted to meet her soon, plus I think she and Riley would get along quite well.” You finally finished cleaning up. Spinning around in Bob’s hold to lean him against the counter. You give him a kiss and a sweet smile.

“What do you plan on making for the cookout?” He asks, there's a teasing smile on his face, the one that makes his eyes crinkle just around the edges.

“You’ll find out with everyone else.” You giggle as he starts to pout just a little bit.

“But I’m your husband!” He squawks indignantly, starting to gain a flush in his cheeks.

“And you’ll find out with everyone else,” giving him a mischievous smile, as reach your hands around him to place them right below his ass, and with a firm grip you hoist him up and over your shoulder and start to head to the living room where your daughter resides. 

He lets out a harrumph and then proceeds to yell, “Riley, come save me! I’ve been captured by your mama!” Entering the living room, you hear a squeal from Riley followed by uncontrolled giggles, as she sees you with Bob slung over your shoulder.

“Da–Dad–Daddy,” giggles, interrupting her as she tried to speak, “I can’t help you, Mama’s too strong!”

“You Traitor!!” He yells in false devastation as he feigns going limp in your hold.

a/n: I swear we will actually get to the cookout in the next part, but I'm a sucker for buildup and domestic family fluff. Thank you for reading, and see you in the next part!!

[mamirhodessxox]

[mamiobesssionfics]

Last Bite Before Sunrise

Vampire!Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: One night. One kiss. One bite.

The first time you see her, she’s at the edge of the club, half in shadow.

Leather jacket, silver chains, dark lipstick.

Everything about her says trouble, the kind that lingers. You don’t usually chase danger, but tonight you’re tipsy and reckless and her eyes don’t leave yours for even a second.

You approach first.

“Are you gonna stare all night, or are you gonna buy me a drink?”

She smirks. “You wouldn’t like what I drink.”

You chuckle. She doesn’t.

But when she finally speaks again, her voice drops to a near-whisper.

“You taste like sugar and heat. I knew it the moment you walked in.”

You should walk away. You don’t.

You take her home.

It’s urgent, messy, hands tugging clothes off in your hallway, her mouth on your throat, your hips, your chest. She kisses like she’s starving like you’re the only thing she’s allowed to eat tonight. And it’s not just good, it’s unreal. Your skin hums. Your breath won’t settle. Your body aches in ways it never has before.

“Say my name,” she growls into your neck.

“Rhea,” you breathe, gripping her hair.

She bites.

Not hard. Not enough to break the skin, not yet.

But when you arch under her, she licks a slow stripe up your neck and smiles against your pulse.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, Sweetheart.”

You wake up alone.

Your bedroom smells like her.

Leather and wine and something metallic. But she’s gone.

No number. No note. Nothing but a slight ache in your neck and the feeling of something unfamiliar in your blood.

Then the symptoms begin.

You’re stronger. Sharper.

Your heart races when the sun rises. You’re hungry but not for food. You can hear conversations across the street. You break a mug by gripping it too tight. And when you see your reflection, your pupils are wrong. Wrong and wide.

You track her down five nights later.

Five agonising nights, half of which you spent crying trying to understand just what was happening.

She’s at the same club, watching you like she knew you’d come.

“You bit me,” you say.

“I did,” she replies calmly.

“And you left.”

“You weren’t supposed to feel like that,” she mutters, more to herself than you.

“Like what?”

She hesitates. “Like mine.”

She takes you outside, into the alley, the air thick with tension.

“I only meant to feed,” she admits. “Not enough to turn you. But something about you… something stuck.”

You glare. “So now I’m what? Half-vampire?”

“No. You’re changing. And I can help. If you’ll let me.”

“And why would I trust you? You left me!”

“Because,” she says, stepping closer, brushing your cheek with the back of her knuckles, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. That never happens.”

You don’t leave her flat that night.

Not when she kisses you again, slower this time, full of apologies and something close to fear.

Not when she lifts you into her lap and murmurs your name like it’s a prayer. Not when she feeds from your neck with trembling restraint and you moan her name like you want it.

Because you do.

You always did.

Over the next few weeks, she teaches you everything, how to feed safely, how to handle your strength, and how to live without losing your soul. She keeps you fed, keeps you calm, keeps you close.

And somewhere between blood, fire and whispered names, she falls for you properly.

“Do you regret it?” you ask one night when you’re curled in her arms, tangled up in silk sheets and moonlight.

“Turning you?”

“No. Loving me.”

She kisses your bare shoulder. “I’ve lived hundreds of years. But the only time that’s ever mattered was the moment I met you.”

You stay.

Not because you have to. But because she’s worth every bite, every ache, every hour before sunrise.

And now, you don’t fear the dark.

Because you’re in love with what lives in it.

[damiansgoodgirll]

please,, please,, please,, rhea being all cuddly then soft sex… its a need

this request just melted my heart ♥️

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️soft rhea, soft sex, a lot of feels and fluff‼️

needing me

“you’re so cuddly today” you whispered amused against her soft skin.

currently laying down on the bed, on your favorite position - your head between her head and shoulder, your leg over her thick ones, hands intertwined together while she was whispering softly to you.

“i’m always cuddly” she mumbled, pretending to be annoyed by you, making you laugh.

“not as much as you are today, maybe it’s the christmas spirit” you looked up to her, challenging her look.

“please, i can’t wait for christmas season to be over…” she huffed.

“oh right, i forgot you are the grinch…” she laughed as you pretended to be annoyed “but i’m glad you’re home now, we can spend some time together, watch a lot of movies…”

“cuddle and spend days in bed” she winked down at you.

“just to cuddle?” teasing her back.

“oh so you’ve been needing me, uh?” she whispered and in a swift move she was pinning you underneath her warm body “i think i can solve that…”

“rhea…you’re tickling me” you said laughing the moment you felt her cold hands grazing underneath your t-shirt.

she watched you big loving eyes “i can solve that too…just trust me” she whispered before pressing a soft kiss upon your lips. her cold hands moved against your skin, making you shiver “let me help you with this one…” she whispered, referring to the oversized ‘mami�� t-shirt you bought for her on etsy but that somehow, you always ended up wearing.

raising your arms just to give her better access, in a swift move the shirt was laying down on the floor.

“no bra, uh? do you wanna be on the naughty list this year?” she joked, making you laugh “you’re so pretty baby, i can’t believe we have this week just for us…” she whispered.

thinking of how hard it was for you two to find a moment to stay together. with her being on raw and you being drafted on smackdown, you always ended up having a day and a half to spend together so you never failed to cherish sweet moments like that one.

“i know…” you met her soft smile. she tried so many times to get you on raw so you two could be together and travel together but hunter said no multiple times, saying that your feud with tiffany was attracting attention and definitely attracting more fans and he didn’t want to ruin your big moment like that.

then rhea herself offered to be drafted on smackdown but again, hunter said no.

you fought hard for what you had and no matter how little less time you had to spend together, you both always made sure it was worth it.

“hey…what is your mind thinking?” she asked, shoving some hair behind your ear.

“nothing…i just, i wish we could be together all days, moments like this get me nostalgic” you chuckled, making her laugh.

“i know…it’ll get better after mania, i promise you” rhea smirked, clearly knowing something you didn’t know. but before you could ask questions, she pressed another sweet kiss upon your lips “no questions…let me enjoy my time off with my girlfriend”.

“okay…” you whispered, letting her kiss you from your lips to your neck and down your chest. releasing a soft breath, you felt her warm tongue gently kissing above your breast, long enough to tease you “rhea…”.

“patience, i’m gonna give you exactly what you need, just hold on a little for me, okay?” and you knew you couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely. so you stayed there, feeling rhea torturing your breast before she decided to tease your nipples too.

a soft moan escaped your lips, making rhea chuckle “sensitive, aren’t we?”

“not my fault you didn’t touch me in a week…” you decided to be bratty a little bit, making rhea stop her movement and make her look up at you.

“is that so?” she asked, clearly amused.

“yes…” you whispered.

“then, let me fix my mistake baby…” - you loved this sweet side of rhea. in other occasions she would have punished you or edged you until you couldn’t take it anymore but not this time. instead she took her sweet time in undressing you properly. removing your pants first and then the white lacy panties you had underneath “you’re gonna kill me one day…how did i get so lucky with you?” but before you could answer, her thumb was already teasing between your folds.

letting a quite pornographic sound out from your lips, you felt rhea laughing at your reaction.

“yes, you’ve been needing me…” she whispered, feeling how wet you already were.

“i need you, please” you said, rhea already knew that.

she softly teased your clit with her thumb, making small circles around it. her eyes were fixed on your face, studying your expression “what do you want baby, fingers or my tongue?” - it was rare that she let you decide what you wanted but she knew how down you’ve been feeling these past weeks where you had little to no time to spend together and she didn’t want to upset you.

“you, i want you rhea…” she chucked at your impatience.

while her thumb kept moving around your clit, she asked you the question again.

“you. the strap, please…” you opened your eyes up to her, as if you were begging.

“i don’t wanna hurt you…i need you to get you ready first” she couldn’t wait to be inside of you, she couldn’t wait to feel your chest pressed against hers but she wanted to take things slow.

“i’m ready, i promise you…can’t you feel how wet i am? please, i need you” her touch was intoxicating for you and she knew there was no chance of fighting with you. so she gave in, completely.

releasing her hand from your clit, she moved to the closet to get the strap - the purple one you gave her for her birthday, the one she has been using on you when she wanted to wreck you and leave you a panting mess.

slowly walking towards the bed, she stopped just to undress herself and adjust the harness over her hips. never leaving your eyes, she watched carefully at all the little movements your face was making. from how you bit your lips to how you closed your eyes just to take a deep breath.

everything she did looked hot for you and having her standing naked in front of you was making your head spinning.

when she was done, she crawled back on the bed on top of you “you ready princess?” she teased, definitely already knowing the answer.

“yes please…i need you” you couldn’t wait any longer or else you were going to explode.

she slowly dragged the strap up and down your folds, collecting your juices as she teased your clit with the tip of it. squeezing your eyes, you felt your body was on fire.

“don’t stop please…” you looked up at her with begging eyes.

in other occasions she would have done the opposite of what you asked. she would have teased you until you couldn’t take it anymore but not tonight. tonight she was ready to give you all you asked and more.

“i’m sliding in baby, take a deep breath for me” she warned you. knowing that the purple strap always worked magic on you, making you feel so full and stretched out. it was the one she used to destroy you but tonight rhea wanted to try something different.

you relaxed against her skin and when you felt the strap resting between your walls, you let out a shaky breath. suddenly feeling so warm and full. rhea still had to move, giving you time to adjust.

“you can move, please” and she did as you told her.

but this time, she kept her pace slow. the tip of the strap brushing over your sweet spot, making you shiver and moan every time. her chest pressed against yours. feeling her hard nipples against your was making your head dizzy.

she gently pinned your hands above your head with one of her strong hands while the other one held your chin between her fingers.

lowering her head down just to meet your lips in a soft kiss “i could kiss you all night long” she whispered against your lips, making you smile into the kiss.

sweet love making with rhea taking care of you in the sweetest way possible.

with each thrust you felt like you were close and rhea felt it too from how you tried to close your legs around her.

“you coming baby?” she whispered, leaving a tender kiss against your collarbone.

“uh uh…” you moaned, too lost in the pleasure to speak.

the feeling of the strap hitting your spot and rhea’s lips all over your neck were enough to make you crumble under her skin.

closing your eyes and letting your mouth fall open, you moaned her name as you came. the friction of the strap against her clit and the feeling of your body responding too good to her touch were enough to make her cum too.

she gently released your hands and in a quick but steady move she grabbed you by the hips and made you sit on her strap as she came, making you feel all of the strap length inside of you.

your hands quickly went to her back - maybe leaving a scratch or two as you still were riding out your first orgasm.

“oh fuck baby…you feel too fucking good…” she moaned as she hid her face in the crook of your neck, her teeth grazing over your skin.

it took you a moment to come down from your high. your eyes were still closed but your breath came back to normal while rhea was now kissing the skin she bit before.

“shit…” you whispered, opening your eyes only to be met with a loving rhea.

“you good baby?” her hand quickly moved some of the hair that got stuck on your face.

you nodded “i am…i’m perfectly fine…i just wanna cuddle” you mumbled, not wanting to sound too weak but rhea watched you with sweet eyes before helping you remove yourself from her waist.

slowly, you removed yourself from the strap she was still wearing.

“we did a mess…” you looked down at the purple strap that was now covered in your juices.

rhea chuckled, taking the harness off from herself and throwing it somewhere in the room “i’ll do the cleaning later, now i want to lay down with you…”

you couldn’t help the big smile that formed on your face when rhea said those words.

laying down on the bed, you let your head rest on her shoulder again as her hands went to move on your back, gently massaging your soft skin.

“i wish we could stay like this forever…” you whispered.

“i know…but hey, let’s focus on the time we can spend together now okay? everything is going to be okay, just trust me…” she said, trying to ease your mood just a little bit.

you nodded, closing your eyes and letting rhea’s touch lullaby you to sleep.

rhea smiled looking down at you, thinking how lucky she was to have found a partner like you.

if only you knew that she was going to propose on christmas day…

[unfgvien]

lovesong masterlist

pairing - dom!mother rhea x sub!mummyreader

summary - Rhea and Yn, a married couple, struggle with endometriosis, preventing her from carrying a child. They use a sperm donor and carry their first child, Lilly Jane Ripley. Five years later, Yn carries their second child, Austin Lee Ripley, despite significant pain. The story highlights their emotional journey, resilience, and the strength of their relationship despite medical and societal obstacles.

authors note <3

omg hi!! so I had a few people request rhea x reader and mother rhea, so Ive decided to make it into a series so here it is!! this is based on / a continuation of the 'the family she always wanted' story thing (I don't know what to call it) I hope you enjoy it. I dont want this to be half assed and im proof reading all of the chapters and shit

anyways. because im going to try and proof read this all its going to take me a while to post them so please be patient! for those who want rhea content, you are more than welcome to head over to my second page @yajokingyeh yes that me 😭 im dedicating that page to WWE and WWE memes.

so please head over there if you want short and small rhea drabbles and or smuts. that's where they will be posted for now :) I will continue to post my regular works on the other occults I write for as I need to catch up.

oh and also please be very patient with me coz I am at school and im really busy.

masterlist | main masterlist

wattpad - all of the chapters will all be availble on wattpad for those who would rather use that x

chapter list <3

1.0 seeds of a dream [wc; 5.5k]

summary; Rhea and Yn, are devised to find out that yn has endometriosis The condition causes inflammation and pain, impacting yn's fertility. They research fertility treatments like IVF, donor eggs, and surrogacy, but the medical terminology feels impersonal. Their love and commitment guide them through the challenges, proving their resilience and shared dream of parenthood. In a fertility clinic, they face the responsibility of finding potential sperm donors, each contributing to their future child. Their love serves as the foundation for their journey and their shared journey.

2.0 expanding the family [wc; 5.5k]

summary; Yn and Rhea, a couple who have faced infertility treatments and surrogacy, are now ready to face the challenges of parenthood again. Their love for each other and their daughter Lilly serves as a guiding compass as they navigate the unknown and uncertain future together. Throughout their journey, their love remained their anchor, providing comfort and care. Their positive pregnancy test was a testament to their resilience and belief in their love. As their family continued to grow, they created space for the newcomers, preparing a nursery, and celebrating their triumphs. Their love story is about celebrating resilience, commitment, and the power of love in the face of adversity.

3.0 navigating parenthood [wc; ]

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4.0 strengthening bonds [wc; ]

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

pairing : rhea ripley x fem!reader

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

word count : 1514

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

tag list : @starrycherie @rheasxriptide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then suddenly her mouth was on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[candycane7]

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