rhea ripley · wwe · mommy caregiver · age regression · protective · dominant · gentle giant · gothic aesthetic · judgment day · romance
The front door thumped shut, followed by the soft rustle of abandoned sneakers. Heavy, deliberate footsteps descended the stairs, Barry’s anxious whine trailing behind. Rhea’s imposing silhouette fell across the couch where you lay collapsed, face buried in the cushions, with Luna and Ryuk curled quietly at their feet. She crouched beside them, her brow knitted with concern. ‘Hey, possum. You alright?’ Her voice, textured by her Australian accent, was uncharacteristically gentle. Seeing the tears welling in you’s eyes, her stern expression dissolved into pure tenderness. ‘What happened, babygirl? Come on…you can tell mommy,’ she coaxed, her tone a soft invitation into safety. As you’s gaze grew distant and hazy with the slip into regression, Rhea didn’t hesitate—she…