#charhea

Rhea/Damien Priest:

Rhea is a huge fan of Damien and hers height difference. You can see it in her face, the way the woman lights up when he hugs her and her head is practically on his stomach he’s that much taller.

The way he looks down at her makes her stomach drop every time, and she struggles to stay still under his gaze. Whether it be squirming, pacing, waving her arms and hands around, she needs to do something, or she’ll just melt into a puddle of pure want.

Damian is a soft domme. He loves putting her in her place with gentle, babying words.

When Rhea is feeling slightly more audacious (or over-dramatically sexually neglected), she’ll creep up to him and glare at him, eyes fierce with brattiness and a fierce want. If she does this, his eyes soften and he pulls her close with low murmurs of: ‘Do you feel neglected, sweetheart?’ or ‘Is someone craving attention, hm?’

However, if she comes up to him and shoves him, starting an argument over something non-existent- ‘So, you think it’s okay to not make the bed?!’- he knows that’s his sign to harden up. He’ll look sternly down at her and frown. ‘I’ll give you a minute to right yourself and apologise, baby. If that doesn’t happen, I’ll have you over my knees faster than you can breathe.’

In bed, she loves the way his arms cage her in, his eyes soft and warm as he watches her pepper loving kisses along his tattoos, nails digging into his biceps that are a close second to her head size.

Rhea/Roman Reigns:

Roman is a practical domme. He takes no nonsense from the woman, and expects utter obedience in almost everything. He doesn’t control her finances, her relationships, her work, her opinions, but if she wears an outfit different to the one he laid out for her? straight over his knee. If she doesn’t eat a sustainable meal at least once a day? She writes lines. If he does something that accidentally upsets her and she doesn’t tell him? He makes her sit down until she tells him.

His petnames consist of ‘My love’ and nothing else.

He loves seeing the scrapes from her nails gouged into his tan skin, rippling across the dips of his muscles. He’ll ruffle her hair with a proud smirk; ‘Good girl.’

Rhea/Raquel Rodreguiz:

Mocking, mocking, and more mocking. That’s all Raquel does. When Rhea stutters- she mocks her. When Rhea gets angry- she mocks her. When Rhea gets flustered- she mocks her. When she’s putting Rhea in her place- she mocks her. Rhea just can’t get enough, frowning just to have Raquel grab her jaw and shake her face with a grin; ‘Awe, Riri. Pouty little Riri!’

Raquel first noticed Rheas oral fixation with small things. Pens in her mouth, nibbling the ends of her own fingers, chewing on her necklaces… Raquel escalated it into something more. Her strap, in Rheas mouth for hours, the woman suckling happily with her head in Raquels lap as the older woman watches TV. Raquels fingers being shoved down Rheas throat with a single order; ‘suck.’ It drives Rhea crazy, in all the most perfect ways.

If Rhea acts out, she knows the only thing it will earn her is a sharp backhand and a harsh hair-pull, that makes her sit down, shut up, and press her thighs together longingly.

Raquel loves to call Rhea ‘puppy,’ if she’s being good, and watch the woman flush. (it’s mutt if she’s being bad ;) )

Rhea/Charlotte Flair:

Huge mommy kink. Period.

The condescending pets on the cheek or head Charlotte gives when Rhea is trying to get attention the wrong way, drives the younger woman insane and resorts her to begging faster than anything else.

Leads and collars, tied to the bedpost if Rhea has been bad, making her ‘think about what she did’ as punishment.

Rhea feels so small compared to Charlotte. It’s humiliating. She loves it.

Charlotte loves holding Rheas legs open, watching as she makes a mess over the sheets, her own body… Rhea tries to press her legs together and it results in loving handprints on her inner thighs. ‘Keep them open for me, sweetheart.’

Charlotte loves pressing Rheas sex down onto her face, dripping and overstimulated, unconcerned for her own ability to breathe as she eats the woman alive.

Rhea/Drew McIntyre:

‘Lass’ is what he calls her - it fits perfectly, whether it’s said in a condescending way or not.

Rhea will curl up on his lap and just plead for him to slap her. When he finally complies, she just smiles happily as he cradles her face, coarse thumb brushing over her cheek.

The size difference between them drives her to madness; how big his hands are, his biceps, his abs, his legs… he’s so big, so awkward, so bloody capable…

She’s no small woman- but taking him is a struggle if she’s ever had one. Five minutes of slow breathing and praise as he gently presses into her- inch by inch…

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner! And the new Smackdown Women’s Champion, Rhea Ripley!”

Rhea couldn’t believe it. She had finally done it. She beat her greatest opponent, Charlotte Flair. She could feel the tears coming in but she was able to keep them at bay. She lifted the belt in front of Charlotte’s face and wove it around. Charlotte only smiled up at her. She was so proud of Rhea finally becoming a grand slam champion.

Charlotte slid out the ring to let Rhea have her moment. As Rhea celebrated in the ring, Charlotte leaned against the barricade, catching her breath and looking up at Rhea with genuine admiration.

“Good girl,” she whispered to herself before getting up and walking backstage.

She walked into her locker room and sat on her vanity and started wiping off her makeup. She took off her gear and changed into some sweats, deciding to take a shower back in her hotel room. She placed all her things in her bag and headed out the door. On her way out she saw everyone congratulating Rhea. She thought to do the same. She walked over to here Rhea was and placed her hand on Rhea’s back to get her attention. Rhea quickly turned to look at her.

“Congratulations champ. You earned this,” she leaned into Rhea’s ear, “Meet me in my hotel room,” Charlotte whispered while handing Rhea a slip of paper with her room number. She pulled away and winked at Rhea before heading out.

Rhea stood there, stunned for a second before she folded the slip of paper and put it in her pocket. She took a couple more pictures before heading back to her own locker room. She took a shower, put on some sweatpants with her favorite pj top and headed out the door.

Charlotte had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a knock. She smiled knowing exactly who waited on the other side. She quickly put a robe on and went to open the door. When she opened the door she came face to face with Rhea with the championship belt over her shoulder.

“There she is,” Charlotte said with a smile, “My grand slam champion,” she moved back to let Rhea in only to be pulled into a lustful kiss. She chuckled into the kiss while kicking the door closed. The sudden act made Rhea drop the belt on the floor.

The weight of the championship belt hit the ground with a loud thud, but neither of them paid it any mind. They stumbled back on Charlotte’s bed. Rhea ended up straddling Charlotte’s lap, still making out. The electricity between them was undeniable, and Rhea found herself getting lost in the moment, tangled in the intensity of their embrace but right then Charlotte pulled away.

“Why’d you stop?” Rhea whined, trying to pull her back in only to be pulled back by her hair.

“Uh uh, I’m in charge here. You may have won but I’m still your mami.” Rhea nodded in submission. Charlotte loosened her grip on Rhea's hair and ran her fingers through it, a smug smile playing on her lips. She moved her hands down to Rhea’s waist to caress her skin. Charlotte’s hands went under the hem of her skimpy top. Rhea shivered at the feeling of her cold hands.

Soon Charlotte took Rhea’s top off as well as her sweatpants and flipped them over. Charlotte rose off the bed and walked inside the walk-in closet which made Rhea confused until she saw why. Charlotte came with a strap-on around her hips. Rhea felt herself get soaked at the view. Before Charlotte got on the bed again, she walked over to where the Smackdown Women’s Championship belt had fallen and picked it up.

“W-what are you doing, mami?” Rhea mumbled.

“I want you to put it on,” Charlotte replied while finally taking off her robe. Rhea hesitated before putting the belt around her waist.

“You’re such a good girl for mami.” She got in between Rhea’s legs caressing them in the process. Her fingers reached her soaked core and rubbed them against her folds. After, she brought her fingers inside her mouth and sucked.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

“Stop teasing…” Rhea whined, looking at Charlotte with doe eyes.

“You want me to stop teasing you?”Charlotte chuckled.

“Please- hmph,” her pleas were cut off when Charlotte thrusted her fingers inside her pussy. Rheas hands gripped into the bed sheets while Charlotte leaned down to kiss down her neck, making sure to leave her mark.

“I’ve barely touched you and look at how wet you are,” she pulled her fingers out and showed them to Rhea. Rhea’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” she pecked her lips, “It’s more of a compliment to me. Now open,” Rhea opened her mouth and Charlotte pushed her lubricated finger in for her to suck, “That’s a good girl.” Rhea continued to suck on her fingers until she slipped them out.

“Are you ready for me?” Charlotte asked. Rhea shook her head ‘yes’, eager to finally get filled up. Charlotte placed Rhea’s legs over her shoulders before thrusting the strap inside. She gave Rhea some time to adjust before she began moving, slow at first then sped up. Rhea’s face scrunched up in pleasure, the strap hitting all the right places. Her quiet moans soon got louder but she felt too good to care. She felt her climax approaching and just as she was about to go over the edge, Charlotte’s movements stopped.

“Shh shh, get on all fours for me, sweetheart.” She said, silencing Rhea’s whines. Rhea only had energy to get on her knees, her face smooched against the pillows. Charlotte took the opportunity to put Rhea’s arms behind her back. The new angle hitting Rhea’s g-spot perfectly. The new feeling turned her brain into mush. She felt herself get closer to the edge once again. She tried to warn Charlotte but all that came out were incoherent words.

“What is it? Are you gonna cum, hm?”

“Y- hmmm yes…” Charlotte let go of her arms and reached in between Rhea’s legs to play with her now swollen clit. Rhea gasped loudly, the pleasure suddenly becoming overwhelming.

“Go on, cum all over mami’s cock.” She sped up her pace, determined to give Rhea what she wanted. Rhea screamed Charlotte’s name once she came. She tried to pull away but Charlotte wasn’t done just yet. She kept her steady pace, wanting to get another orgasm from the fragile girl before her.

“M-mami-”

“Just one more. I know you can do it.”

“It’s t-too much. I can-t…please I can’t t-take it.”

“Your pussy is telling me otherwise, sweetheart.”

“S’too much, I can’t!” Rhea sobbed.

“Shhh,” she left a trail of kisses on her back, “C’mon I know you can. You don’t want to disappoint me now do you?”

“N-no,” she replied in a weak voice.

“I know you don’t. Give me one more and it’ll be all over, I promise.” By now, Rhea was in tears but still trying her best not to disappoint Charlotte.

“My good girl, cum for me.” Rhea came again with the little energy she had left in her body before collapsing on the bed. Charlotte quickly pulled out and took off the strap as well as the championship belt from Rhea’s waist before laying down and bringing her limp body on top of hers.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” she wiped off Rhea’s tears, “I am so proud of you,” she kissed her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair and soon Rhea was fast asleep.