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React to an unpleasant surprise in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
(We’re finally getting to the series of chapters I have been WAITING to write 🖤)
Warnings for this section: Anxiety, cannabis (weed), social anxiety, panic attack, hyperventilation, fainting
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 71 of ?): News To Me
Once you had awoken again at a more decent hour, anxiety was the first thing you felt and you had no memory of anything you might have dreamt last night. Every time you tried to chase after a familiar flash, it disappeared. Opening your eyes, you decided to take a look around the dimly-lit room instead, propping yourself up on your elbow.
Dom was clinging to Rhea now, the latter looking far more comfortable than you had been in that same position. Both of them seemed so peaceful sleeping in each other’s arms that it felt wrong to hold your stress so close to them. You made sure to be quiet and careful as you crept out of bed toward your things.
After silently changing into your extra set of clothes using only the small sliver of light streaming in from the mostly-drawn curtains, you popped into the bathroom. Making sure to leave the door cracked an inch, you turned on the light and vent before igniting a fresh joint.
You watched the smoke trail up with the flow of the air after puffing on it a few times, holding in a sizable hit. Puckering your lips, you aim your exhale at the vent, already slightly calmer now that you had something to focus on.
The second hit made you cough a bit, but it was a few seconds before you could grab a towel to muffle it. After you regained some control over the muscles in your throat, you began drinking directly from the sink to soothe your throat - which is the exact position a sleepy-looking Rhea and Dom found you in. Immediately, you shut off the faucet and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologized, relaxing again when a nonchalant hand was waved at you. They seemed genuinely unbothered, Dominik rubbing his eyes and Rhea stretching as she yawned.
“Want some?” you asked both of them.
As intrigued as he seemed by the offer, Dom still looked to Rhea for an answer - or, perhaps, for permission.
“Hmm… why not,” she decided, giving you both a smile, “Finn’s friend JD is still trying to get in with the Judgment Day; we can have him drive us all to the next location if it comes down to it.”
Rhea leaned against the counter next to you while Dom sat down on the edge of the tub. The three of you passed the joint around, your girlfriend occasionally asking for a shotgun instead. Dominik finally built up the courage to ask for a shotgun from you on his last hit, pulling away to cough out the smoke.
“I think I have the munchies,” Dom groaned once he caught his breath - only a second before his stomach made a displeased, empty rumble in agreement.
“You still have some leftover chicken in the fridge. As for my girl and I… breakfast downstairs is still going for another hour,” Rhea said, grabbing Dom’s phone to check the time, “But I don’t want to deal with being swarmed by fans if I’m recognized.”
“I’ll grab us some breakfast!” you offer, rising to your feet, “It’s not like anyone will recognize me from anything.”
“You sure?” Dom asked, smiling when you nodded.
“Thanks, love,” Rhea said, pulling you close for a kiss before letting you go and gesturing around the corner, “Room key is on the desk.”
“Got it,” you nodded, grabbing the key card before ducking out into the hall.
Once you reached the lobby, the elevator doors opened, inviting in the delicious smells of a continental breakfast. You made a beeline for its source. Walking up, you grabbed a tray and two sets of utensils, falling into the self-service breakfast line with the other hungry hotel guests.
Once you had put everything together, you glanced at the newsstand near the end of the buffet and something caught your eye: a tabloid. Usually, you weren’t one to read such things, but what drew your attention to it made you do a double take.
“WOMEN’S CHAMP FINDS BELT BUNNY?“ the front page shouted; the less urgent text below it read “Ripley confirms open relationship, bisexuality.” Next to the headline was a photo of Rhea kissing you in the car as you picked her up from the show last night.
A smaller photo accompanied yours: a still from her interview that you didn’t recognize, where she seemed to be caressing a smitten-looking Cathy Kelley’s face. Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped watching that video so soon - but that was the least of your worries right now.
The lobby was suddenly too warm, too crowded, too well-lit. How many people had already seen it? Just the thought of what must be happening on social media right now made you feel sick to your stomach.
Your breathing started to speed up as you scurried back to the elevator, trying to keep the food securely on your tray while also avoiding every pair of eyes you passed. Punching the button with the “up” arrow, you immediately heard the chime that told you the elevator was already on the ground floor. The moment the doors slid all the way open, you dove inside and ran your thumb into your floor number.
Doors closed.
First floor…
Second floor…
The elevator felt slower and slower as your breaths became quick and shallow. The plates that sat on your tray began to rattle slightly as you trembled.
It was all you could do to keep anything from spilling as you finally, shakily stepped out in the direction of your shared room. Realizing you need a free hand to unlock the door - or even knock - you set the food down on a small table in the hallway.
All you could hear was your panicked breathing in the empty stillness of the hall as you grew dizzier, pulling the key card out of your pocket. It dropped to the floor despite you clumsily trying to catch it. Spots clouding your vision, you stumble slightly before allowing yourself to collapse.
[end part seventy-one of ?]
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Eat, Sleep, Breed
(Alpha!Rhea Ripley x omega!reader)
Summary: You’re in heat and needy for your Alpha. Based on an omegaverse request.
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732566254042365952/eat-sleep-breed-part-1-your-love
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/733469226667589632/eat-sleep-breed-part-2-tear-you-apart
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/734206141628825600/eat-sleep-breed-part-3-of-animal-attraction
Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/735281176580915200/eat-sleep-breed-part-44-a-little-bit-harder
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Based on a request by @babybatlover (whose request is based on a post by @thots-and-thoughts1031 ) for an Alpha!Rhea Ripley x Omega!reader fic where the reader is in heat. I’m also putting in a song by She Wants Revenge for every section and each section title. The fic as a whole is called Eat, Sleep, Breed, because I like to think I’m clever 🖤
Warnings for this section: Omegaverse, dirty talk, breeding kink, pain
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Eat, Sleep, Breed (Part 1/?): Your Love
“No touching yourself until Mami comes back”
The message slowly came into focus as you woke up, blinking at your phone. The ache radiating from your core had woken you up and you knew Rhea must have realized you were in heat before leaving - she loved making you wait. Something about reminding you how badly you needed her - it was difficult to recall with your body screaming to be touched.
“Yes, Mami. Want you so badly”
You managed to type out in your pained haze. Though the thought of touching yourself wasn’t far from your mind, you knew the only thing that would truly ease the ache was Rhea buried deep inside you.
“Mami knows”
The reply ended with a little black heart and you whined at the message.
“When do you get back, Mami?”
You sent the question desperately hoping you didn’t have to wait long - thinking was already so difficult.
“Wouldn’t you like to know”
The little black heart at the end mocked you and you let yourself fall back from your sitting position onto the bed, groaning loudly. You knew you might as well let out your sounds of frustration while Rhea was gone - anything that could be interpreted as bratting meant you would have to wait even longer for relief.
Trying to find a relatively comfortable position - or at least as close to comfortable as you could get - you did your best to focus on the soft sheets and plush mattress, hoping you might be able to sleep through the gnawing ache inside you.
Only managing to stay still a few seconds at a time, you kicked and flailed under the sheets in bouts before finally admitting sleep was not an option and rolling out of bed. Maybe a nice, hot bath would help.
Grabbing a towel from a basket of unfolded laundry, you slowly made your way to the bathroom. Bending over the tub to turn on the water made you aware of just how empty you were and your sore muscles squeezed around nothing as you thought of Rhea.
Letting the faucet run as you wait for the water to heat up, you hang your towel nearby and take out some epsom salts - hopefully it would help you with the pain until your Alpha came back home. Pushing in the plug to let the now-warm water fill the tub made you realize nothing was going to distract you from what you craved.
Pulling off the black shirt Rhea had let you borrow, you turned on your front-facing camera and did your best to find a good pose and lighting. Snapping a picture of yourself, naked and sticking your tongue out a bit with the tub in the background, you add the caption “bath time” before sending it to Rhea. Scrolling through your music, you put on a song before pouring in the salts and lowering yourself into the tub as it fills up.
Once you turn off the faucet the lyrics become clearer:
"Your love has got me going like you couldn't imagine"
It repeated a few times before you sank your head halfway down into the water, muffling the music. You kept as much of you underwater as you could before hearing the buzz of your phone. Sitting up, you hastily grab your towel to dry off one hand and check your messages. Anything the bath may have started doing to ease your pain felt as though it had been reversed when you read what Rhea had messaged you back.
"No matter how clean you get, Mami can still smell the sweet scent of her bitch in heat. Don't take too long"
[end part one of ?]
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/733469226667589632/eat-sleep-breed-part-2-tear-you-apart
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There Will Be No Paradise
(The Judgment Day x gn!sub!reader)
Summary: Losing a match as the newest and most submissive member of the Judgment Day means making it up to all of the members of your faction.
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732124704830373888/would-you-uh-write-a-judgement-day-x-reader-sub
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732270335273107456/there-will-be-no-paradise-part-2-tag-team
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732415758337966080/there-will-be-no-paradise-part-3-fatal
Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/733831164429844480/there-will-be-no-paradise-part-44-cage-match
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Learn about Dominik Mysterio’s sleeping habits and more in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: Sleepwalking, somnophilia, hickies, cannabis mention
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 70 of ?): Demons In Her Dreams
Something made you startle awake. You weren’t sure what, or when you had fallen asleep, but one thing was undeniable, even in the darkness: Dom had somehow migrated away from Rhea when the three of you had been cuddling and was currently latched onto your arm like a koala.
On your other side, your girlfriend had one hand resting on your hair and the other arm swung loosely over your midsection.
Then, you heard what must have woken you up in the first place: Rhea mumbling in her sleep.
It was incoherent at first, muttered against the pillow. Then, she shifted her head suddenly and her fingers twitched, grabbing at the empty air.
“Leave ‘er ‘lone,” she huffed, shifting onto her other side with a heavy slump.
Then silence.
Just when you were starting to drift off to sleep again, Rhea yelled out your name and sprang up to a sitting position. You tried to sit up as well, to soothe her, but you were tethered to the bed as Dom kept holding onto you tightly.
“Rhe, I’m right here, it’s okay!” you tried to reassure her.
“Where did they go?” she asked, putting an arm in front of you to block an invisible foe, “I’m going to get them. I’ll get all of them if it means keeping you safe.”
“It was a nightmare, babe,” you told her gently, putting your free hand on her tense defending arm.
The realization seemed to hit Rhea gradually as she slowly relaxed her muscles.
“So you’re okay?” she checked, sounding less disoriented.
“I’m okay! We’re all safe; it’s just you, me, and Dom here. I would turn on the light and show you, but he doesn’t seem to want to part with my arm.”
The mattress shifted and a second later, Rhea was turning on her nightstand light with a click. Despite the raised voices and sudden light, Dominik was still fast asleep.
“Awww,” she cooed, stress dissipating from her face as she looked down at the two of you, “Yeah, he’s my sweet little koala when he gets tired.”
“Does he always sleep so heavily?” you asked, trying to slowly pull your arm from his grasp with more and more effort - and no results.
“Usually, no,” Rhea explained, “But after a show, a chase sequence, getting stoned, and having a threeway…”
You give an understanding nod, but your arm was asleep at this point and your girlfriend noticed your discomfort.
“I might have a way to get him to let go of you,” she began, standing up, “But I can’t promise he won’t start grabbing some other parts of you instead.”
“I just want my circulation back,” you groan, watching her move over to where Dom was.
Stretching and cracking her knuckles, Rhea looked as though she was preparing to do hard manual labor. Cozying up behind Dom, a mischievous look on her face, Rhea moved his shoulder and head to expose his neck. Then she bit down hard, keeping a hold on his hair as he started moaning - softly at first, until she started sucking on his skin and growling.
“Mami?” Dom whimpered, slowly releasing you to reach for her instead.
You winced as your arm felt the blood return like far too many pinpricks, the pain passing over you.
“How did you wander away from me, hm?” Rhea pulled away to ask Dom, “You were my cute little koala on the other side of the bed when I fell asleep.”
“Dunno,” he mumbled, touching a hand to his new hickey, “Sorry, Mami.”
“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” she said, nodding her head in your direction. You were currently trying to speed up the process of your arm waking up by curling your fingers into a fist and letting go, over and over.
“‘M sorry,” he said to you, rubbing his eyes, “Are you both awake ‘cause of me?”
“No, love, don’t worry,” Rhea muttered, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Just relax - Mami’s here.”
It worried you that she hadn’t mentioned whatever nightmare she had woken up from, but rather than saying anything, you watched Rhea pick up Dom as if he didn’t weigh a thing and set him down on the other side of the bed again. She tucked him in, sat between the two of you, and stroked his hair until he fell back asleep.
“There,” Rhea whispered with finality, turning to look at you. Then, seeing the worry on your face, she asked, “What is it, gorgeous?”
“You woke up from a nightmare,” you said gently, watching her expression change, “It sounded like a lot. Do you want to talk about it?”
When she hesitated, you put your hand between the two of you, palm facing up. Giving you a small smile, Rhea took it and sighed.
“People were running after us. Trying to hurt you. Every time I looked back there were more of them and they kept getting faster,” she didn’t look at you as she spoke, but you could tell recalling the nightmare still scared her.
“You’re safe,” you told her, giving her hand a squeeze before pulling her into a hug, “I’m safe. No one is coming after us.”
Rhea hugged back tighter and you made a mental note to offer her a joint if and when she let go.
[end part seventy of ?]
Part 71: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748965042676006912/absolute-smokeshow-part-71-of-news-to-me
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Read what’s been written all over you in this last chapter of my The Judgment Day x sub!reader smut, There Will Be No Paradise. It’s been a fun request to write!
Warnings for this section: Kink (BDSM, degradation/humiliation, blindfold, body writing, voyeurism/exhibitionism, ball gag, bruising, crying, spanking (belt), victim blaming, blood, pain, threats, cage, collaring), no aftercare
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There Will Be No Paradise (Part 4/4): Cage Match
“Just look at how pathetic you are,” Finn laughed as the bandana was pulled away from your eyes.
Your reflection in the mirror was a mess - naked, trembling, bruises peppering your skin, the eyeliner Rhea put on you before your match smudged by your tears and the blindfold. What stood out the most, though, were the words etched on every spare inch of your skin - four distinct styles of handwriting covered even the bruises and welts you had.
“Use me” was written on your stomach, with an arrow pointing down. The rest of what you could read was:
“Needy bottom bitch”
“Make me cry”
“Dame más”
“Easy whore”
“Hit me harder”
“The Judgment Day’s fucktoy”
The last one was written across your chest, making you panic - your ring gear wouldn’t cover it and you had another appearance supporting the rest of the faction tomorrow.
Noticing your look of concern as your hand lightly touched the words on your chest, Rhea chuckled darkly.
“Should’ve won that match if you didn’t want everyone to know what a slut you are,” she said, taking out your ball gag.
“No te preocupes, we’ll go over that one before the show if it washes off,” Damian smirked, watching you wiping off a bit of drool that had left your lips.
“Just wait until you see what we did on the other side,” Dominik grinned, scrolling through his phone before showing you one of the pictures he took.
“Fill me up” was on your lower back, just above an arrow pointing to your ass - as yet unmarked by anything aside from the raised shapes left by the belt. Across the rest of your back, they had written:
“Pathetic slut”
“Soy tuyo”
“Spit on me”
“Cum dump”
“Mindless plaything”
You thought you could even see a slightly blurry “R+D” and “Dom was here”, which made you smile a bit - until Finn noticed.
“That’s enough of a break,” he growled, handing Damian the belt before bending you over roughly for him, “Now keep counting: we were at six.”
“Siete,” you whimper as a hard slap makes contact with the tender skin on your ass. The stinging sensation had you quivering already.
“Muy bien,” Damian complimented you on remembering you had been counting in Spanish, “Solo tres más.”
“Gracias, Papi,” you thanked him for telling you how many you had left, knowing you could have easily been left to wonder.
Another sharp sting follows and you bite your lip hard to keep from swearing.
“Ocho,” you whine, a metallic taste touching your tongue. You’re barely given a second after counting before crying out again, the unbearable pain making you sob.
“Nueve,” your lip trembles and tears stream down your face, blurring your vision.
“Wait,” Rhea’s voice sends fear through your core, “Let me do the last one.”
Turning your head back and doing your best to blink the tears from your eyes, you see Rhea taking off her own, spiked belt. A sound escapes your mouth before you remember begging only made things worse and stopped yourself. Closing your eyes, you grip the sheets in front of you and wait.
“I hope you know,” Rhea told you, in a terrifyingly sadistic tone, “That if you lose another match, it’ll be so much worse next time.”
You nod your head furiously, before clasping a hand over your mouth to cover your sobs.
“Are you ready?” she asked sweetly after watching you cry for a bit.
The question threw you off - Rhea never gave you a heads up. Once the hard metal of her belt made contact with your skin, however, you realized throwing you off had been the point. Not having braced yourself, the force behind the belt pushed you forward slightly as you cried out.
“D-diez,” you sobbed, no longer able to stay quiet.
“Now apologize,” Rhea ordered.
“I’m s-so s-sorry,” you stutter through small, sharp breaths, “I’m sorry I- I lost the match.”
It felt like an eternity, waiting for the group to study your remorse and give you instructions.
“Bed time” finally broke the silence that was punctuated by your crying - a welcome command that immediately made you crawl towards the head of the bed before a hand grabbed your ankle to stop you.
“No, not there,” Rhea said as Dominik tightened the grip on your ankle before dragging you off the sheets, “Only good subs get to sleep on the bed. Tonight you’re sleeping in this.”
Just barely rolling to a safe landing position as you were pulled to the floor, you groaned before looking in the direction of a series of metallic noises to see a dog cage being set up by Finn. You had no idea how it had escaped your notice when the five of you had been traveling together, but this wouldn’t be your first time sleeping there.
“Crawl in, pet,” Rhea told you after setting down a large dog bed in the middle. You obeyed, wincing as you moved on your hands and knees. It took a few moments, but you managed to find the least painful position and lie down with a frustrated huff.
“Aww, you look so miserable,” Finn said, kneeling down to ring the bell on your collar as you pouted, “It’s cute.”
“Buenas noches,” Dominik said before closing the cage door.
“If you keep this up,” Rhea warned you as the group wound down for the night, “The only place you’ll have left in the Judgment Day is in this cage, kept as our own personal fucktoy.”
[end part four of four]
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Enjoy chapter 69 😏 of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: Group sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, small penis humiliation, humiliation/degradation, collaring
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 69 of ?): R+D+Me
“On your feet, slut, and bend over the bed,” Rhea ordered, sliding out of her pants and underwear. You felt two pairs of eyes watching your naked form as you stood and bent at the waist, touching your hands to the sheets. Rhea slid onto the bed in front of you, scooting closer just as Dom grabbed your ass and whispered “fuck.”
“You can service both of us at once, can’t you, slut?” Rhea asked, spreading her legs apart as Dominik grabbed the lube, “Now be a doll and give Mami your mouth.”
Wordlessly, you opened up and stuck out your tongue, beaming when you were praised for it.
“Ah!” you moaned in surprise at the firm slap Dom gave your ass before Rhea’s wet, pink folds ran into your mouth. Another moan buzzed on your lips just from tasting her - how refreshing it was to indulge in what you so frequently craved.
“Fuck yes,” Rhea breathed as you set your tongue to work, a cool, slick feeling greeting you from the other end.
“Let me know if it’s too much, perrita,” Dom told you, teasing you with his tip.
“That pathetic little thing?” Rhea scoffed at the instruction as you kept going, “I would be surprised if she could even feel it.”
An involuntary whimper fell from Dominik’s mouth.
“You’re right, Mami,” he agreed, clutching your hip with one hand as he gauged the best angle to enter you.
Keeping the rhythm you had going with your mouth started taking more and more of your concentration as Dom gradually slid inside you.
Stifling the sounds of your pleasure was the last thing on your mind as Dominik began thrusting, but Rhea certainly didn’t seem to mind the moans peppering your lip service.
“Mmm, you can go faster than that, Dom-Dom” she said between soft moans, gripping your hair, “Really give it to her - Mami wants to feel more vibrations from her easy little fucktoy.”
“Yes, Mami,” he grunted, obediently thrusting faster and a bit harder.
Rhea’s moans were soon accompanying your muffled ones as you gripped the sheets, trying to keep your writhing and twitching to a minimum as you neared your orgasm.
“Turn her over,” your domme ordered, holding your head in place as she pulled away and smiling at your disappointed face when your tongue reached forward longingly, “Mami wants to enjoy both her collared bitches at once.”
Dominik somehow managed to stay inside you, turning you onto your back quickly and resting your legs on his shoulders. Something caught you off guard about the sweet, caring way Dom was looking down at you. His face was flushed, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow from all that the three of you had done so far, and you were cockwarming him at the moment - but the way he smiled and held your gaze was so… gentle.
Unsure how to react, you were thankful when one smooth, swift leg swung over you, blocking Dominik from view for a moment as Rhea straddled your face before lowering herself onto your mouth.
“You don’t have to pause on my account,” she said, and you heard the soft sound of metal against metal as Rhea presumably held Dom by his collar, “Keep fucking her, pretty boy.”
You were enjoying the way your girlfriend tasted and having her ass in your face far too much to be paying attention to what she said; the sudden pleasure you felt as Dom thrust in and out of you once more made you grip Rhea’s thighs to keep her close to your mouth. It took a moment for you to realize that the tempo between your legs felt so good, you were matching the rhythm with your mouth.
Whimpering moans punctuated the air.
“That’s it, just focus on how good she feels,” Rhea cooed as your muffled sounds increased with Dom’s rhythm, “Wouldn’t you just love to come inside of her?”
“Please, Mami!” he moaned urgently, grabbing your tits as he whimpered, “I’m getting close!”
Even though it hadn’t happened yet, being reminded that he could come inside you at any moment - that Rhea could make a mess on your face as well - made you finally give into a wave of pleasure that rapidly swept through you. Every sensation was made sweeter with your release as Dom and Rhea continued their conversation above you.
“You can wait a bit for Mami, can’t you?” she replied, her voice making you come just a bit harder before Dominik slowed down a bit and you went into aftershocks, “So we can come at the same time?”
“I’ll try,” he huffed, keeping a restrained pace.
“What a good little boytoy,” Rhea praised between moans of her own, “That’s right, keep your eyes on Mami.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, dripping sweat onto your stomach with every other movement, “Getting close again.”
“Just… a little bit… longer,” she moaned, and you felt Dominik’s thrusts become more erratic, “Fuck… come for Mami, bitch.”
The loud moan that began in Dom’s throat was cut off by what you could only assume was the two of them kissing as you did your best to swallow the cum that gushed into your mouth, a growing warmth inside you making you raise your hips to savor it.
When both of them had finished, Rhea lifted herself off you and the first thing you saw was her enormous grin.
“How was that for you, babes?” she asked you both, giggling at your surprised moan when Dom pulled out.
“Wow,” was all you could say after licking your lips clean, still coming down from being cumdrunk.
“Such a good girl,” Rhea praised, making you bite your lip, “Dom-Dom?”
“Maravilloso,” he replied, eyes flitting back to you for a second before continuing, “Can we do this more often?”
Taking note of your pleading eyes, Rhea laughed, “Both of my darlings at once, more than once? I could never turn down an offer like that.”
Grabbing her panties off the floor, she shimmied into them before getting comfortable on the bed and opening her arms invitingly.
“Now c’mere!”
[end part sixty-nine of ?]
Part 70: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748406942351982592/absolute-smokeshow-part-70-of-demons-in-her
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Finally, your Alpha breeds you full in this last chapter of my Alpha!Rhea Ripley x omega!reader fic.
Warnings for this section: Omegaverse, breeding, dirty talk, praise, biting, scratching, blood, spitting
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Eat, Sleep, Breed (Part 4/4): A Little Bit Harder Now
The moment Rhea slid inside you from behind, hands pulling you close to her chest, you let out a string of needy noises. The low growl rumbling from her chest and vibrating at your spine made you shiver and reflexively arch your back to prepare to be bred.
“That’s it - give into your instincts,” Rhea encourages you, slowly beginning to thrust halfway in and out as she plays with your nipples, “Your pretty little breeding hole feels so good.”
“Mmm, th-thank-” you couldn’t form another word, moaning as your Alpha dipped further inside of you and let her rhythm speed up a bit.
“Shhh, don’t think,” Rhea cooed as she moved one hand below your belly button and pressed down so you tightened around her. Doing your best to follow orders, you once again end up listening to the music playing:
“Take me down a little bit harder now, down to the dance floor a little bit harder now, love me like you mean it a little bit harder now, love me up and down a little bit harder now”
Suddenly, Rhea pulled all the way out, flipping you over when you whined for more. Soon, you were gasping and moaning as she shoved her entire length back into you at once.
“Love watching your eyes roll back,” Rhea purred, pinning you down in a mating press before she started pounding into you.
“Are you getting close?” you can barely hear her between the music and the sounds you were making.
“Mmhmm,” you nod, knowing your orgasm wouldn’t truly bring you relief, but still wanting it.
“Come for Mami,” Rhea ordered, letting out a grunt of pleasure when you obeyed, “Fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop coming.”
Feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, you didn’t mind when your head was suddenly pushed to the side by your Alpha to make room for her horns as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Soon, Rhea’s sounds of enjoyment surpassed the volume of yours, keeping her teeth buried in your skin as her low growl slowly grew in pitch.
Knowing how close she was, you dug your nails into her back and listened to her slowly approach her peak, thrusts speeding up.
Rhea’s hand roughly grabbed the side of your face, sliding her thumb into your open mouth and holding your tongue down - and immediately you felt a warm, wet rush that sent you to the peak of true pleasure. The moan Rhea had let out that harmonized with yours shifted to a discordant whimper as she convulsed inside of you.
She filled you until a mixture of both of your cum - mostly hers - was dripping out of you. Retracting her fangs, Rhea licked away some of the blood she had drawn as she rode out a few aftershocks.
“What a good womb for Mami,” she praised, letting you have your mouth back to trace an imaginary line from your chest to your stomach, making you shiver as she looked down at you, “Bet you can feel it taking already.”
Slowly sliding out, Rhea let out a soft growl as she watched cum leaked out of you and onto the couch.
“Let me get that for you, darling,” she said sweetly, dropping to her knees and nestling her head between your legs before you could close them. Rhea’s sharp horns dug into your thighs as she leaned forward, threatening to break skin if you didn’t spread further. Her tongue easily lapped up everything at your entrance and you whimpered every time you felt her piercing graze you.
Standing up, Rhea took in the sight of you before leaning in close. Tilting your head back with one hand, she used the other to part your lips. The second your mouth was wide open, Rhea spat a mouthful of cum onto your tongue.
“Swallow,” she ordered as she released you, watching you gulp as a mischievous smile crept up on her face.
“Did- did I do okay, Mami?” you asked, catching the sadistic look in her eye.
“You did so well, darling,” Rhea muttered, watching you let out a sigh of relief before she continued, “But how can we know you’ve been properly bred if you don’t have all of my cum inside you?” - she watched your slow realization and chuckled - “But you don’t mind going another round, do you?”
[end part four of four]
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Wind down after a long session with your girlfriend in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: None!
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 59): Pillow-Talk Lullaby
“Are you going to fall asleep on me, baby?”
The cadence of the gentle words told you just how amused your girlfriend was that you were drifting off, your head resting on her warm thigh, the rest of your naked body curled up on the floor between her legs. Half-awake, you hum quietly - too tired to even try to open your eyes.
“Ah, that’ll do it,” Rhea said, presumably checking the time, “It’s been hours.”
“Mmhmm,” you agree - it hadn’t seemed like hours while it was happening, but your body knew better. It was as though every single muscle had been pushed to its limit and refused to do any more work.
At least the feeling that your arms and legs couldn’t hold you up for the time being was accompanied by a sort of serenity that covered you like a weighted blanket. Recalling the highlights of the last few blissful hours, you chuckled to yourself softly.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Rhea muttered, fingers gently running through your hair. The feeling was so comforting, you couldn’t help but smile wider. Today had been full of surprises, all of which had turned out wonderfully. The anxiety that had been itching at the back of your mind about Rhea’s jealousy had dissipated - it was difficult to think of anything right now except how lucky you were.
Still unsure how long she was visiting or when you would see her again once she left, you tried your best to stay awake despite the relaxing feeling of Rhea’s nails running gently across your scalp again and again; even if you couldn’t open your eyes, you didn’t want to miss a moment.
“Looks like it’s bedtime, gorgeous,” Rhea whispered, shifting her weight underneath you and stopping when you groaned in displeasure, “Shhhh, don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
With those words, you felt your girlfriend envelop you in her arms before slowly lifting you off the ground. You nuzzled your face into Rhea’s shoulder as she strode over to your bed and gently planted a kiss on her neck before she set you down on the mattress.
“My sweet girl,” she muttered, kissing your forehead before tucking you in.
The moment you made contact with the bedsheets, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in Rhea’s arms - so you grabbed her hand insistently when she brought the blanket up to your chin.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Rhea said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m going to change and get us some more water and I’ll be right back to cuddle with you.”
Reluctantly, you let go and shift slowly under the covers as her gentle footfalls retreat. It’s quiet for a moment until, suddenly, you hear faint singing.
It takes a few bars of unintelligible lyrics before you notice that it’s a familiar tune and you strained your ears once you knew what to listen for.
“I feel you, my heart it sings
I feel you, the joy you bring
Where Heaven waits, to golden gates and back again
You take me to and lead me through oblivion
This is the morning of our love
This is the dawning of our love
I feel you, your precious soul
And I am home”
You didn’t think those were quite the lyrics, but a feeling like flowers rapidly blooming in your chest overtook you all the same as you listened. Casually, you began to wonder how many others were lucky enough to have heard her beautiful, somewhat smoky singing voice.
This led to an image in your mind of every member of The Judgment Day singing along to the music on their road trips between shows. It wasn’t until you thought about it and felt something like a tug deep in your chest that you realized you wished you could join them. All the time. Every trip.
Rhea had switched to humming instead as she walked back into your bedroom. You heard the sound of two glasses being set down nearby as your girlfriend grew quiet, crawling under the blanket and putting her arm around you.
“I love you, pretty girl,” she whispered before kissing the back of your head softly.
“Mmm,” was all you could reply as you grew more and more relaxed.
“You deserve the world...”
You weren’t sure if it was because she thought you were asleep or not, but she kept going.
“… I’m doing everything I can to try and be better. For you. For Dom… It’s just so difficult when I know one of you is with someone else. Something takes over and it’s like I can’t think.”
You were glad she was trying to be self-aware, but couldn’t personally relate - until the last thing she said:
“I just don’t want to lose you.”
[end part fifty-nine of ?]
Part 60: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/739450765767262208/absolute-smokeshow-part-60-of-working-out
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Rhea comes home to you in this latest chapter of my Alpha!Rhea Ripley x omega!reader smut, based on a request by @babybatlover .
Warnings for this section: Alpha/omega dynamic, pain, dirty talk, teasing/mocking/humiliation, begging, breeding mentions
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Eat, Sleep, Breed (Part 2/?): Tear You Apart
After the bath water started to get cold, you let the tub drain, rinsed off with a shower, and wrapped yourself in a towel. The pain was still so intense that you were only able to walk a short distance before having to flop down on the couch, curling up and groaning.
You had no idea how long you were lying there alone, writhing in pain, but the sharp click of the door unlocking ignited a spark of hope that the pain would end soon.
“Oh, you smell delicious, pet,” the familiar Australian lilt greeted you, followed by the sound of the door closing, “I could just eat you up.”
Flinching at your body’s painful response to the intoxicating scent of your Alpha wafting over, you hold yourself tighter. Once you looked up, the first thing you notice are Rhea’s horns - usually barely noticeable under her dark hair - already poking out at the sight of how desperate your body was for her.
“It’s so nice to come home to my needy little omega bitch,” Rhea smirked, still facing you as she locked the door, “Tell Mami where it hurts.”
Whimpering at the dull ache that permeated throughout your body, you take a moment before quietly whining, “Everywhere.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Rhea assured you, casually taking off her shoes and jacket as she walked over to the speaker system, “Mami is going to take care of that.”
You felt your face grow warm as you started dripping in anticipation. Plugging her phone into the speakers, Rhea started a song before turning around and unzipping her pants - revealing the bulge that was already stretching her panties to their limit.
“Can’t wait to feel how much you missed me,” Rhea told you, taking off her shirt in one smooth motion before removing her bra and sliding down her panties.
Your mouth opened involuntarily at the sight of her, hard and throbbing as she stared you down, walking closer, steps matching the beat of the bass line that started up. Her dark horns had grown long enough that her hair had become messy around them, matching the feral hunger in her eyes as she suddenly leaped on top of you. Pulling the towel off roughly, Rhea pinned you down once you were naked, teasing your entrance as she eyed you.
“Well?” Rhea asked after you started whimpering, “Why aren’t you begging?”
“Please, Mami,” you make yourself say, squirming as much as you could under her firm grip, “Please fuck me?”
“That’s better,” Rhea says, pulling away from you before lifting you up and positioning you with your knees on the seats of the couch. Bending you over at the waist with one hand, Rhea pushed your legs further apart with hers, gripping your neck before leaning forward and inhaling your needy scent.
“Best smell in the world,” she muttered before growling, “Now be a good little womb and let Mami breed you.”
Rhea slowly slid into you, humming contentedly as you moaned, eyes already rolling into the back of your head at the relief of having her inside of you. She held you in place for a moment, her entire length stretching you out as you clenched around her. The lyrics of the song suddenly catch your attention as you bite your lip, trying to be patient:
"I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear "I want to fucking tear you apart""
It isn’t long before you feel another slow thrust, making you whimper. Even with how slowly Rhea kept thrusting in and out of you, your moans quickly began to drown out the music.
“Are you going to come for me already?” she laughed, “I just started, and I’m barely even fucking you.”
“Please,” you begged, doing your best not to trip over your words as you moaned, “Please let me come.”
“Say you’re my omega bitch,” Rhea ordered, holding onto your hips as she kept thrusting.
“I’m your omega bitch,” you half-whispered the last word, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“What’s that?” Rhea asked, “Mami can hardly hear you over the sound of your wet little breeding hole.”
“I’m your omega bitch,” you say louder, unsure how much longer you could keep yourself from coming.
“Come for me,” she growled in your ear, thrusting harder to get you over the edge. Your mind went blank for a moment, letting your body respond to the command.
The pain vanishes and you enjoy the sweet moment of relief as pleasure begins to creep up - before being replaced by an even more intense desire for your Alpha. This desire wasn’t punctuated by pain, but it made your need for Rhea all-consuming. You whined, trying without success to move your hips against her. The only thing that could truly satisfy you now, you were acutely aware, was being filled with her cum.
“There’s my good, mindless fucktoy,” Rhea laughs, “You aren’t really yourself until I’m the only thing you can think of, are you?”
[end part two of ?]
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/734206141628825600/eat-sleep-breed-part-3-of-animal-attraction
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You may think your punishment started the moment you lost your match, but to the other members of your faction, your punishment has just begun - in this newest segment of my the Judgment Day x gn!sub!reader fic.
Warnings for this section: Kink (BDSM, sensory deprivation, blindfold, victim blaming, spanking with belt, pain, teasing/mocking, verbal degradation, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, body writing, collaring, crying, praise, slapping, arm twisting, groping, ball gag, butt plug, anal, cockwarming, nipple play, voyeurism, exhibitionism)
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There Will Be No Paradise (Part 3/?): Fatal Five-Way
“Don’t forget - this is your own damn fault,” Finn told you before demanding, “Now count for me.”
The command was confusing at first, but when you were shoved down onto the mattress and pulled to the corner by your hips, the connection between your exposed position and the sound of the belt was made.
You only had a second between your realization and the moment the belt made contact with your ass to clutch the sheets in front of you.
“One,” you say, trying to keep your voice even as you wince. Finn must have been feeling particularly sadistic, as he usually eased you into it a bit more. The belt makes contact in the same spot again, making you grip the sheets harder.
“Two,” your voice started to strain. It was in that moment you realized you had no idea what number you were counting to and your heart started beating faster. The thought distracted you just enough that you forgot to brace yourself before the belt came down on you again, and you jumped at the sting.
“Three?” your voice raised slightly in pitch at the end of the word, more from having to count through the pained whimper you failed to stifle than anything else.
“Are you sure, whore? You don’t sound very confident,” Rhea’s voice approached rapidly as you felt a weight sink into the bed right next to you. The touch of a strong, confident hand on your back made you flinch slightly.
“How many times do we have to tell you to stay still?” she hissed, digging her elbow into your back and pressing you more firmly against the mattress before you heard a small pop and felt a cool, tickling sensation on your back as marker fumes filled your nostrils.
Curious in your haze, you tried to follow what Rhea was writing on your back. The tip of the marker leaving your skin was the only warning you had before the belt hit you again, making you cry out. You might have tried to flinch away if Rhea hadn’t been holding you down.
“Four,” you whimpered, already tender. Rhea finished writing - you were too focused on the searing pain to determine what - and left the bed, replaced by a much heavier weight.
“Keep counting,” Damian ordered, pulling your head up by your collar as he added, “Pero en Español.”
“Si, Señor,” you reply, biting your lip before another slap of the belt makes you whine, the pained sound discordant with the jingle of your collar as you flinch.
“Cinco,” you continue counting, eyes stinging as tears well up, quickly absorbed by the bandana that covered your eyes.
“Muy bien,” the praise comes from your other side before you feel another body sit next to you. Almost immediately, your arm is pulled off to the side and you try to pull away instinctively, receiving a slap before your arm is twisted back slightly. Your cries fill the room and tears begin to soak through the layers of your makeshift blindfold.
“I think you forgot how this works,” Dominik laughs, twisting your arm further before Damian lets go of your collar and you fall face-first into the mattress. The yelp you release as the belt hits you again and the sobbing that follows are muffled as your twisted arm keeps your face buried in the sheets. Dominik eases up on you to let you keep counting.
“Seis,” you whine weakly, the waves of stinging, aching, throbbing pain seeming to take some of your voice with them.
“Uh oh, looks like they’re fading a bit,” Finn says to the group.
“Everyone grab some skin and get to writing,” Rhea ordered, “We need to take a break to keep them conscious for all of their punishment” - then, in a mocking voice, to you - “Wouldn’t want you trying to get out of the sweet suffering we’re kind enough to give you by passing out like an ungrateful little slut, now would we?”
Not waiting for an answer, several pairs of hands started moving you around, gripping and squeezing you in sensitive areas, and you couldn’t help but moan at the way you were being handled. You arched and reached for more while also flinching away anytime someone grabbed a sore spot.
“Shut up, whore,” Rhea spat, shoving a ball gag into your open mouth mid-moan before securing it roughly.
You did your best to stay still as the slight tickling sensations travelled across your body, but still had to be pinned down at times. At one point, you were pinned on your back, legs pressed against your chest as the back of your thighs were being marked up and your butt plug was pulled out suddenly.
Whining at the emptiness, you didn’t have to wait long before you were filled again, hearing the squelch of lube before you felt the familiar curve of Damian’s dick stretch you out further. Moaning and whimpering against the ball gag, you try to move yourself to get some pleasure once you realize Damian had no intention of thrusting once he was fully buried inside you - to no avail.
After what felt like far too long, Damian pulled out and you were released - pulled up to a sitting position, lube leaking out of you.
“Ready to see how pretty you are all marked up, fucktoy?” Finn growled, pinching your nipples to encourage you to respond before you nodded.
You heard someone’s phone take a picture before Dominik feigned concern, saying, “Hope you like it - you won’t be able to wash it all off no matter how hard you try.”
[end part three of four]
Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/733831164429844480/there-will-be-no-paradise-part-44-cage-match
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I had to make this
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Your night of punishment continues in this section of my the Judgment Day x gn!sub!reader smut.
Warnings for this section: Kink (BDSM, collaring, kicking, slapping, face-slapping, toys, teasing/mocking, verbal degradation, humiliation/degradation in general, voyeurism, exhibitionism, begging, breath play/choking, crying, rough sex, hickies, body writing, blindfold/sensory deprivation, threats, spanking implied)
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There Will Be No Paradise (Part 2/?): Tag-Team
The walk to the car was a challenge - having to act casual around everyone you passed, the rest of the Judgment Day walking close behind you. What no one saw was the four of them taking turns groping you, slapping your ass, pulling your collar, and (Rhea’s personal favorite) giving you a swift kick to push the butt plug in further whenever they could get away with it.
Keeping quiet was the most difficult part. Lying was the easiest. Any time someone looked concerned, you reflexively smiled and said, “Rough match, but I’m okay.”
“You say that so well, you’re almost convincing me,” Rhea mocked after the last time you said it.
Once you were in the car, Damian and Finn sandwiched you between them in the back seat, both groping you at the same time. No longer having to keep quiet, you let out whines and whimpers as you squirmed, doing your best to keep your hands still and at your sides. Finn seemed to think you were doing a poor job of it and smacked your hands every time it looked like you were moving to touch yourself.
“Don’t worry, Mami, I’m recording so you can watch later,” Dominik said from the front, phone pointed in your direction.
“Perfect,” Rhea smirked at you in the rear view mirror, setting a course for the hotel.
The sound of a zipper made you look over at Damian, who was slowly sliding down his pants. The sight of him already hard made you moan involuntarily.
“Pórtate bien, entiendes?” he growls, grabbing you by the collar and slowly lowering your mouth down just an inch away from his tip. You felt yourself salivate, noticing your mouth was already instinctively open.
“Si, Señor,” you replied, knowing responding to a command in Spanish with English would only get you another punishment.
“Beg for it,” Damian demanded.
“Please, please, Señor-” you began, trying hard to speak without drooling.
“En Español,” he added, a dangerous tone in his voice.
“Por favor, Señor, quiero-” but you were interrupted again, this time by Damian pushing you all the way down onto his dick, making you gag.
“This isn’t about what you want,” Damian snarled, holding your head down as you tried to squirm away to get some air. Panicking, you tap the seat urgently until Damian finally pulls you all the way back up, letting you lock eyes with him before he slaps your face. Tears well up in your vision as Damian lets you go, shoving you into Finn.
The rest of the ride consisted of Finn covering you in hickies, occasionally muttering “shhhh” and putting his hand over your mouth for a moment when you would cry out or whimper loudly. Damian kept groping you and slapping your thighs when you moved too much, occasionally growling “quédate quieto.”
“Smile for the camera,” Dominik told you as Rhea parked the car. It wasn’t until you forced a grin in his direction that Dom lowered his phone, finishing the recording.
The walk to your shared hotel room was short and the group was shoving you down onto the bed before you knew it. The men stripped you down, Damian pulling you back up to a standing position by your collar once you were completely naked.
The group looked at you hungrily before Rhea handed each of then a marker.
“I bet you can’t wait to read what we write on you,” Rhea teased, smiling when you nodded, “Too bad you don’t get to until you’re covered in marks.”
Dominik handed her his purple bandana, which she folded carefully before using it to cover your eyes, tying the makeshift blindfold tightly before adjusting it to ensure you couldn’t see a thing.
With only sound and sensation to focus on, you listened to the shuffling of the bodies around you, flinching at a sudden sound of someone smacking a belt against their hand.
“Are you scared?” Finn breathed in your ear, giving you goosebumps.
“Yes, Sir,” you breathe, voice trembling.
“Good. You should be.”
[end part two of four]
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/732415758337966080/there-will-be-no-paradise-part-3-fatal
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Do your best to wind down as your girlfriend takes the wheel in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed), biting
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 66 of ?): Lightweight, Heavyweight, Women’s Champion
“Are you sure?” Dominik asks, cheeks still a bit pink.
You nod, dropping the hand that pointed to your smoke-filled mouth to lean in against the tug of your seatbelt and meet Dom halfway.
Today had been too stressful - you decided you needed to lose yourself in something that felt good.
Dom pulled back slightly from the shotgun you exhaled when your tongue flicked just inside his surprisingly soft lips - but you gently held him in place by the back of his neck. It was cute how shy he was with you.
Feeling him relax into the kiss, you smiled and gave his bottom lip a playful bite - which he gently returned.
When you finally pulled apart, he was blushing even harder than before.
Then you noticed a general lack of movement.
“Rhe?” you ask, looking over at your girlfriend.
Despite the fact that the car was on, it was still in park and hadn’t moved an inch. Rhea sat in the driver's seat, biting her lip as she continued to stare ravenously at the two of you.
“Mmhm?”
“Didn’t you say you were getting us to the hotel?” you finished your question, puffing at the joint between your fingers to make sure it was still lit.
“Well if the two of you stopped being so damn tempting, maybe I could actually start driving,” she replied with a smirk.
Flicking away a bit of ash, you stick your tongue out at Rhea before handing Dominik the joint.
“Good girl,” she praises you before turning back around and shifting into drive.
It wasn’t until about halfway through the joint that you actually started to calm down; you could tell because the checks you would do to see if you were being followed again were growing less and less frequent.
Dom, on the other hand, was currently laughing louder than the music Rhea had playing on the radio as you recounted hotboxing your car with Damian. He shook his head through tears when you offered him another hit, trying to quiet himself down to a violent giggle in order to hear the rest of your story.
“Then I saw that Rhea had sent me a text,” you felt a distracting warmth in your face as you recall the message, “I, uh, can’t remember exactly what she said, but... she was implying-“
“I was teasing her,” Rhea interrupted, eyes never leaving the road, “Damian was pining over Finn - I knew you weren’t fooling around with him.”
She paused for a second before adding:
“But I made you think about it, didn’t I?”
Remembering how flustered you'd been at the time, you take a long drag before responding.
"Like it would ever happen."
"Now that is the answer of a woman who has definitely thought about it," Rhea declares triumphantly.
Dominik giggles harder, barely managing to get out something that sounds like "we've all thought about it.”
“Here we are,” Rhea announced, pulling into the hotel parking lot a while later.
The remains of the first joint sat abandoned in one of your cup holders, its replacement currently sitting between your lips. Even though you were far less anxious, you still hesitated to make any sort of movement to get out of the car.
“Here you are, love,” your girlfriend said, having already parked and currently opening the door for you with a smile, “I can get your bags, you just follow me.”
Reluctantly, you take her outstretched hand and step out, inspecting your surroundings before putting out the joint on the bottom of your shoe.
“Careful,” you warn Dominik, pocketing the bud as he stumbles out of your car.
“I got it, I got it,” he insists, balancing out and chuckling, “Now which way to our room again?”
“Follow me, babes,” Rhea instructed, smiling at the two of you as she slung your bags over her shoulder and headed toward the hotel.
“The night has just begun.”
[end part sixty-six of ?]
Part 67: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745351337736290304/absolute-smokeshow-part-67-of-flirty-dom
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Deal with an unexpected situation in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: Stalking, reckless/irresponsible driving, cannabis (weed), dirty talk/innuendo
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 65 of ?): Dear In Headlights
“Don’t look!” you snapped at Dominik as you saw his reflection turn around to identify the car that was following you.
Dom whipped back around, his startled expression making you feel a bit guilty; but there was no reason to let whoever it was know that you were onto them.
You take a deep breath, Rhea’s promise to keep you safe echoing in your mind as the headlights glare threateningly in your rear view mirror. The car behind you had made every single turn you had, possibly since you left the parking lot. The anxiety made it difficult to remember, but you did your best to not let it take over.
Now it was time for you to be the one to keep Rhea safe.
“Hold on tight,” you tell your passengers, checking your mirrors to make sure there weren’t any other vehicles in the vicinity, “And don’t turn around.”
Rhea’s hand leaves your thigh to grip the seat instead.
Coming up on the intersection, you resist the natural impulse to flip on your signal and make a sudden U-turn.
Immediately looking in the rear view mirror, you hold your breath - only to watch the same headlights flash brightly behind you.
Letting out a frustrated groan, you make a left without warning.
No luck.
“Shit,” you hiss softly every time you turn, the car behind you abandoning all subtlety to follow you into every empty and near-empty road you can find.
After several attempts at shaking off your shadow, you see a chance to gain some distance: a four-way intersection, stop signs only facing the street you’re traveling on. The perpendicular street had the right of way and there was another car approaching.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” you apologize as you hit the gas, passing the intersection at just the perfect moment to give the car following you no choice but to stop.
Continuing your apologies like a superstitious ritual at the sound of both vehicles you left behind honking angrily, you duck into a neighborhood at random.
Frantically searching for street parking near several other cars, you scan the area before quickly and carefully pulling into an open space.
With one smooth motion, you turn off the engine, radio, and your headlights.
“Duck down!” you whisper urgently, doing so yourself before Rhea and Dom follow your lead.
“What are we-“ Rhea tried to ask.
“Shhh!” you hold a finger up to your lips, more than a bit paranoid at this point.
The only sound for several seconds is your own pounding heartbeat.
Then, headlights begin to illuminate the cul-de-sac you pulled into, making you reach over and grab Rhea’s hand instinctively.
You had no idea what might happen if the person who had been tailing the three of you this far ended up catching you, or what you might do then. The only thing you were sure of in this moment was that you weren’t going to give up your girlfriend without a fight.
After a few seconds passed painfully slowly, the lights began to gradually faded away again, much to your relief. However, you stayed down - insisting the others do the same - for a couple more minutes before declaring the coast to be clear.
“You look like you could use a joint,” Rhea said, squeezing your hand as the three of you sit up again before letting go to stretch.
“Or three,” you sigh, suddenly feeling drained by the mountain of anxiety you had dealt with today and slumping back in your seat.
“Come on, we’re switching places - I’ll drive us to the hotel,” Rhea told you, unbuckling herself and tutting at your protests, “You and Dom start on that joint.”
“Thanks, Rhe,” you concede, sliding out of your seat as she suggested.
The moment you’re both outside the car, you hurry over and jump into her arms.
“It’s okay, my love,” Rhea muttered, hugging you close, “You’re safe.”
Pulling away slightly - eyes stinging with the threat of tears now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off - you looked into your girlfriend’s eyes.
“Why did you tell everyone about me?” you whispered the question that had been on your mind since the moment you watched the video, “They know who I am now - people took pictures of us kissing. Someone followed us!”
Rhea let go of you, looking like she was slowly coming to a horrible realization as you blinked away tears.
“No. No, no that wasn’t… That can’t be why- I never meant-“
You had never seen her so at odds with herself.
“I just wish we talked about it together before going public,” you clarify, hating to see your girlfriend hurting, “And, yeah, I’m a bit overwhelmed.”
“Everything okay?” Dom asked, stepping out of the car as well to check on the both of you, “Who was that? Should we still be going back to the hotel?”
“We didn’t get close enough to the hotel the first time around - should still be safe to head there,” Rhea said, snapping back into a more decisive role and walking over to the driver’s seat.
The word “safe” was starting to feel less and less reassuring every time you heard it. You sighed, then walked to the back of the car with Dom.
Buckling yourselves in next to each other, the two of you locked eyes. He seemed a bit frazzled, so you decided to lighten the mood for everyone’s sake.
It was time to wind down.
“How about that joint?” you offer, rummaging around your bag and pulling out one you rolled beforehand with a smile, “We still have a long night ahead of us. That is, if you still want-“
“Yes please!” Dominik blurted, cheeks turning pink when he heard himself, clasping a hand over his mouth.
“He’s been looking forward to this for a long time,” Rhea teased in her more seductive tone, starting the car, “We both have. Now you two just focus on getting nice and relaxed while Mami gives you both a ride.”
[end part sixty-five of ?]
Part 66: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745066924461981696/absolute-smokeshow-part-66-of-lightweight
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Get cozy in your shared hotel room in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.
Warnings for this section: Dirty talk, collaring, humiliation/degradation, restraint (chain), fighting for dominance, teasing, biting, cannabis (weed) mention, begging, praise, possessive dirty talk
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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 67 of ?): Flirty Dom
“Collars on,” Rhea ordered, making sure the blinds were completely closed and that the door was locked, “Both of you.”
Looking at each other for only a moment, you and Dominik quickly moved to obey. Catching a glimpse of the engraving on the heart-shaped tag as you brought out your collar made you bite your lip. Even when you had looked away, “SLUT” was still emblazoned in your mind.
“Where do you want me?” you asked as soon as you secured your collar around your neck.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself now, darling: how about you and Dom-Dom put on a show for me first?” Rhea's cadence shifted to the hypnotizing, seductive rhythm she took on when she wanted to take her sweet time with you, “Really earn the pleasure Mami can give you.”
She watched the way the both of you shifted and exchanged shy, eager glances before pulling out a small chain, lock, and key from her pockets. Grinning harder when she sees your jaw drop, your domme moves forward before pushing you and Dominik closer together.
Stumbling slightly, Dom grabs your shoulders to keep from falling. Taking advantage of your position, Rhea slides the chain through the rings on both your collars.
The sound of metal on metal sends a thrill up your spine.
A short tug of the chain as the lock pulls through one side almost makes you collide head-on, forcing you to also hold onto Dom for support as Rhea closes the loop with a click.
There must have been all of three inches between yours and Dominik’s faces when the chain was at its most tense - but any movement further than that from either of you would surely pull the other along.
As you stood, wrapped in each other’s arms and chained together, small distractions flooded your mind. You hoped Dom knew what “putting on a show” really meant. Was the warmth you were feeling his face or yours? And had his eyes always been so pretty?
“Get to it,” Rhea snapped, giving your ass a firm spank of encouragement as she walked by to watch from the bed.
The small yelp you let out was quickly muffled by Dominik’s mouth. Judging by the way his hands were moving across your body as his tongue searched for yours, he was feeling far more confident now.
You weren’t sure if you were moaning into the kiss because of how good it felt or because you knew both you and Dom were under Rhea’s control. Gripping the long, thick mullet and kissing back hard, you vaguely register what must have been the sound of Rhea hitting “record” on her phone.
“That’s more like it,” she praises you both, “Now let’s see if one of you can pin the other, hmm?”
Dominik began handling you more roughly almost immediately, biting your lip and trying to push you onto the bed. Doing what you could to turn the tables, you started to realize that Dom’s constant training was working against you - despite the fact that he was definitely more baked than you were. Even though you knew it was a losing battle, you did your best to give as good as you were getting.
“Such good little pets,” Rhea’s voice permeated through the sounds of your struggle as you and Dom fell onto the bed near her, “I should chain the two of you together more often.”
Dominik’s knee wedged between your legs at that moment in a way that was difficult to ignore. You falter, trying not to moan.
It wasn’t long before Dom was shoving you down onto the mattress, keeping you on your back and nipping at your ear as his shoulders held your legs in the air. Lost in the feeling, you wriggled and moaned, pleading over and over - but you were so deep into sub space that it was difficult to think of much more to say than “please.”
“Yeah, that’s a three-count and then some,” Rhea announced, “Assuming begging isn’t the same as tapping out.”
“What do I win?” Dominik joked, a goofy grin on his face as he kept you pinned.
“Dom-Dom, you lucky boy,” Rhea smirked as she looked at the both of you, phone still raised, “You’re in for a real treat: you get to fuck her now.”
“Please! Pleasepleaseplease,” you resumed the begging you had paused while your girlfriend had been speaking the second Dom looked back down at you. Being held in this position without any promise of release felt like torture - and you could tell Rhea was amused by how desperate you were.
“Let me get that for you,” she purred, leaning in and unlocking the chain holding you and Dom together after ending the recording.
“Are you going to be a good fucktoy for my Dom-Dom?” Rhea addressed you, trailing one finger along your cheek before giving him a quick kiss.
“Yes, Mami,” you breathe, knowing how likely it was that she would be domming you next.
“Good girl,” Rhea praised, hair tickling your chin slightly when she leaned in and kissed you upside down. Then, to Dom: “Cuffs, condoms, and lube are on the nightstand.”
“Gracias, Mami,” he replied.
“Oh, and just one more thing before you start,” Rhea added, forcing him to look up at her with one firm finger underneath his chin. You could feel how hard Dom was getting just from that one, small gesture and tried desperately to grind against him as Rhea continued.
“Be a good little bitch boy and remember: no matter how many people you top, you’ll never be able to top me. And do you know why?”
“Because you own me,” he breathed in response almost immediately, “And Mami is always on top.”
“Good boy!” Rhea tousled Dom’s hair affectionately as she praised him, “Now take your sweet time with my pretty little slut - she makes some of the best noises” - she gently, patronizingly patted your cheek - “Especially when she’s desperate.”
[end part sixty-seven of ?]
Part 68: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/745964765993648128/absolute-smokeshow-part-68-of-face-promo
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