Can I have Rhea Ripley x Fem reader where the reader walks out in a dress that shows off her figure and leads to some good ol fluffy smut?
Mess you up || Rhea Ripley x Reader
Summary: You show Rhea the dress you bought for the Hall of Fame ceremony, let's just say she likes it.
Warnings: Smut
A/N: My first time writing smut in years so it's probably not great, it will also not become a regular occurrence. I might do it sometimes if I get a request that I think sounds fun but I really don't enjoy writing smut that much and it takes a lot more time.
You walk out of the bathroom, dressed in the gown you got for the hall of fame ceremony. Rhea gasps as she sees the dress.
It has a deep plunging neckline, showing off a lot of cleavage, and a slit that goes all the way up to your hip.
“Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to make sure it’s appropriate for the special occasion.
“I’m not sure,” Rhea says. “I don’t know if I want anyone other than me seeing you look this good.” She grins as she pulls you closer.
“So you like it?” You ask hopefully. She kisses you deeply, reassuring you that she in fact loves it.
“We still have a few hours before we need to be in hair and makeup, mind if I mess you up a little first?” She smirks mischievously.
You nod, letting her take command. She turns you around and starts unlacing the bodice of your dress. You shudder as she starts kissing your neck, occasionally biting you.
She finishes undoing the lacing and you let the dress fall to the floor, pooling around your feet. She runs her hands over your hips, up to your waist, and cupping your breasts.
“I love you,” she whispers in your ear, her teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
“I love you too,” you sigh as she slides her hand into the front of your panties, cupping your mound.
Rhea starts biting your neck again and you gasp. “Rhe, you can’t leave any marks today!”
“I’ll leave marks on my girlfriend if I want to. Everyone is gonna know you’re mine.” She growls, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck.
You moan and she starts sliding your panties down your legs. They pool at your feet together with your dress. She slides her fingers in between your lips, rubbing over your entrance, gathering wetness and spreading it over your cunt.
“So wet for me, baby.” She whispers. Her fingers graze your clit and you gasp.
She continues to tease, only offering offering light touches. “Rhea, please.” You whine, getting impatient.
She doesn’t say anything but she pushes you forward and you fall down on your back onto the bed. “You want to cum?” She asks.
“Yes, plea-“ you get cut off by her kneeling between your legs, sucking harshly on your clit. Your hands fly into her hair, taking a steady grip. “Fuck!” You gasp.
She switches from sucking to licking softly, flicking your clit with her tongue. “Oh, that feels good.” You moan.
Rhea grins against you, looking up at your face which is contorted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
You feel yourself getting closer, that familiar feeling building quickly in the pit of your stomach. You moan louder, closing your legs around Rhea’s face and grinding against her tongue.
“I’m gonna cum!” You shout. She gives one final suck to your clit and that’s what pushes you over the edge. She licks long, soft strokes helping you come down from your high.
“Fuck, you’re good.” You say, still out of breath. Rhea just smirks and lets you catch your breath before pulling you into a sitting position.
She places her lips on yours and kisses you deeply, sliding her tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.
“Don’t get me all riled up again, we don’t have time for a round two, I still need to shower.” You say as you pull away.
“Who says round two can’t be in the shower?” Rhea says and you get up, running towards the bathroom, she stays in bed, knowing exactly what’s about to come.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror, seeing the dark marks scattered all across your neck and shoulder.
“RHEA RIPLEY!” You shout. You hear her laughing on the other side of the door.
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Did so good || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest
Summary: Rhea is so happy after her match. Damian is still sulking over his ruined cash-in.
A/N: I can't stop thinking about that video so here is a little fic.
The arena buzzed with post-match excitement backstage at Crown Jewel, and you were practically bouncing with joy. Rhea had just retained her title in the Fatal Five-Way match, and you couldn't have been prouder of her. As you stood waiting near the locker rooms, you watched her approach, still in her ring gear, her championship held high.
"Eeeee!! You did so good!" you squealed as she drew near. Your enthusiasm was contagious, and you jumped into her arms, wrapping your legs around her waist. Rhea laughed, hugging you tightly, the taste of victory still fresh on her lips.
"Thank you, baby," She smiled, kissing you gently before setting you down and walking over to the tall, brooding figure standing a few feet away.
"I did it," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and relief. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked at Damian standing in front of her, still sporting a sour expression. She sought his approval more than anyone else's.
Damian had good reason to be upset; Sami Zayn had just stolen his briefcase as he tried to cash in on Seth Rollins. But when he saw Rhea looking at him the way she did, his anger melted away. She looked outright adorable, and he couldn't resist her, especially when she sought his reassurance.
He pulled Rhea in close, her head nestled against his chest, and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, baby," he said softly, his gruff voice filled with warmth, "you did it. You did so damn good out there. I'm proud of you."
Rhea's smile brightened, and she hugged Damian even tighter. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the celebration of her hard-fought victory and the love she shared with you and Damian, the people who meant the world to her.
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