#rhea ripley scenario

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ BRIGHTER (rhea ripley x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: rhea ripley x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @micheleamidalajedi

Can I plsss have "Thank you" || "For what?" || "For coming into my life" with Rhea Ripley x Fem reader 🥺 I need fluffy!

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: pure fluff

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1k

ೃ༄ NOTE: i want to be both thrown against a wall by rhea but also have a tickling match. that’s ur authors thoughts. this was such a cute request <3

watching rhea train was one of your favourite past times.

whether you were in the gym in your apartment building, spotting her as she lifted weights, or observing from the side as she sparred with dominik in the training centre — when she was working out , you loved to have a front row seat.

this love for the attraction that was your girlfriend didn’t die down on show nights. in fact, it only grew. seeing rhea walk to the ring, alone or accompanied by one of her judgement day partners… there was no feeling quite like it. you couldn’t even bring yourself to care that her position as a heel had her walking out to boos and taunts, for seeing rhea (dressed to the gods, of course) hyping herself up to the discontent made you want her even more. it made the moments when she won even sweeter.

so, when you attended the women’s royal rumble, when rhea was at the height of her villainy, you couldn’t deny the satisfaction it gave you seeing her walk out as entrant number one to the heckles and boos of the audience. she knew they loved her deep down, and that made it sweeter for the both of you.

rhea had a habit of never telling you about her training, or her plans. when she came out as entry number one, you were ready to see her eliminated after twenty minutes: so when rhea won by at last eli mating the favourite liv morgan, the cheer you let out was entirely real.

it was practically as soon as the event kicked out, arguably even seconds before it’s official, that you rushed backstage. you held out your pass to the security guard anyway, despite your relationship with your girlfriend being very public knowledge, and then it was all about navigating the halls of the arena.

you passed a few superstars you knew, some by friendship and others via watching them on the tv, offering hellos in quick succession. a few who knew you let out small chuckles at your speedy procession, surely knowing exactly where you were going to.

before you had even entirely reached the women’s locker room, you saw rhea in all her glory.

her makeup was slightly smudged, hair falling out of its perfectly styled regularity — and she had never looked more attractive to you. the smile that spread across her face when she saw you, exhausted but thrilled, only added to the love you felt for her in that moment.

“you fucking superstar!” you squealed, wasting no times in sprinting over and into rhea’s arms. she caught you with ease, giving a spin for effect as her arms found their place under your thighs to hold you in place. her muscles were probably exhausted from an hour spent in the ring, but she didn’t let any of that exertion show when it came to showing you affection “i am so goddamn proud of you!”

punctuating your words with a kiss, you could feel rhea’s signature smirk grow against your lips. you were sure what was left of her lipstick was transferring onto your own mouth right now, and yet you didn’t care even one ounce. “i could see you cheering in the crowd, my little maniac.” she chuckled lowly, nudging her nose against yours until she could peck your lips again.

slowly, you slid your legs back down to the ground until you were face to face with your girlfriend. now you had the chance to properly observe her, you could see the tired lines developing across her face, but the sparkle in her eyes was more than genuine.

“i’m your number one fan, what can i say?” you joked, stretching one hand up to tuck a stray piece of hair back in place.

“i don’t know, i can think of a couple of people that might have something to say about that…”

you rolled your eyes affectionately, getting in a “shut up” before you were kissing her again, hands cradling her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“i mean it though, having you in the audience tonight…” rhea admitted through kisses, a fond shake of her head as she glanced at the ceiling “it was electric. made me want to be even better.”

whilst the comment made you smile, you knew there was much more to it. rhea trained so hard and put in as much work as she did for a reason, and it paid off — that was all on her. “you did all that on your own baby. don’t you ever forget that, you built your own universe.”

your girlfriend looked like she was about to say something in rebuttal, but closed her mouth again after a moment, choosing to stare at you with some sort of awestruck expression instead.

“thank you.” she offered, sounding more confident than ever before.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, tilting your head to one side almost like a puppy as you stared in confusion. you could only counter “for what?”

rhea was gentle in the kiss she offered this time, slightly off centre and barely able to be felt, but enough to translate her meaning. “for coming into my life.”

if your eyes welled up a little (a lot), rhea wouldn’t tell anyone. she let that little secret stay between the two of you, as you were being swept off of your feet once more and spun in a series of giggles and cheek kisses. you were sure someone (likely damien) had snapped a photo at one point, and it would be sweet to live back the moment at one point. but for now — you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment.

the sport you loved, the woman you loved — and a whole lot of pride.

god, you wanted to spend the rest of your life celebrating that woman’s achievements.

and if the ring box rhea had kept hidden in her sock drawer at home was anything to go by, you sure as hell would be.

a/n: ooOoOh she proposing (me acting like i didn’t write this)

[call-me-a-simp]

I'll always be here for you!

Rhea Ripley X Fem Reader Oneshot

Summary: You're at an amusement park with your girlfriend Rhea and decide to join her on a horror roller-coaster. Although you're easily scared you think it can't be that bad. Well you were wrong and a long night full of problems is waiting for you..

Tw: social anxiety, panic attack, selfharm, crying, screaming/shouting, blood, fear of loosing someone

"You okay?" Your girlfriend asks you, looking a little concerned. "You haven't said anything since we're waiting in line here"

You were at an amusement park and currently waiting in line for a crazy horror roller coaster.

You nod slightly and continue starring at the floor and picking at the skin around your nails. Rhea notices and takes your hands in hers, trying to stop you from hurting yourself any further.

You try to pull your hands away from her but she doesn't let go. "Let go, please!" You complain quietly. "Only if you stop picking at your skin. I don't want you to bleed again." Rhea says in a soft voice and loosens her grip. You sigh and let your hands slip out of hers

"I'm sorry, it's just my social anxiety again, sorry for ruining this" you mumble. "Oh no you didn't ruin anything baby!" Rhea reassures you, and pulls you close to give you a little kiss on your temple. You smile to yourself. *What in the world did I do to deserve this girl* you think.

The gates open and you're allowed to pick your seats on the roller coaster. The two of you managed to get the two places in the very front. You know how much your girlfriend loves horror and although you don't, you join the ride because you want to make her happy.

The ride starts and you immediately regret getting in. You're easily scared and there are so many jumpscares and other stuff that just freak you out. At the end you are crying and hyperventilating. Rhea helps you get out and tries to calm you but you break down into a panic attack.

"I'm so sorry darling, I- you didn't have to- oh I'm so sorry" she stumbles over her words and hugs tight. She holds you for a while, not bothering about the weird looks from strangers that are passing by.

After a few minutes your heavy crying and shaking slowly subsides and Rhea slightly pulls away to look at you. She cups your cheek, wiping away the tears with her thumb. "Let's get home" she whispers and helps you get up.

Wrapping your hands around her neck you bury your head in her shoulder, still sobbing. Rhea picks you up and you wrap your legs around her waist. She then easily carries you all the way to the car.

Once in the car Rhea softly asks you:"Was that a panic attack?" and you nod. The drive home was silent, your girlfriend kept her hand on you thigh the entire time, stroking it with her thumb or tracing patterns with her fingers to calm you down some more.

About an hour later you're home. It's already 7:30 pm. Rhea offers you the best princess treatment, carring you inside bridal style and running you a hot bath to relax, while cooking your favorite meal.

After eating she helps you undress so you could take your bath. "..can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone right now" you ask her, holding her by her hand as she was about to leave. Rhea turns back around with a warm smile "of course i can baby, I'd do anything for you!" She sits down next to the bath tub, holding your hand.

The room is silent for some time, but it's a comfortable silence. In fact, some of your favorite memories with your girlfriend are moments like these, where you just sit together and cuddle in silence or watch a movie.

"What's going on inside your beautiful, little head right now, hm?" Rhea whispers. She'd been stroking your hand with her thumb for the past few minutes, lost in her thoughts. "I don't know, just been thinking about what happened at the park.." you mumble in response.

"Hey if it's because you think you ruined something then no, you absolutely did not!" Rhea says and turns to look at you. She cups your cheek again and strokes it with her thumb. You lean into her touch and close your eyes. "It's hard to believe although I know you would never lie to me" you finally respond. You then chuckle to yourself, thinking how stupid this must sound to your girlfriend.

Rhea offers you an understanding smile. "Let's get ready for bed. We could turn on your favorite movie, what do you think?" She suggests. You nod, "I'd love that!" You smile back at her. She helps you get up and out of the slippery bath tub before grabbing a towel for you to dry off.

"Be right back" she says and hurries off in the direction of your bedroom.She returns with your favorite fluffy blanket and wraps you in it, including your arms so you can't move any anymore. "Burritobaby" she giggles. She's holding you tight from behind to keep the blanket from falling. "You idiot" you laugh and try to wiggle free. "You don't have a chance against me" Rhea jokes and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

"Hey, you forgot my Pyjamas" you cackle. "Don't need your pjs, they're just another useless layer of fabric on your beautiful body" Rhea states and grins.She drops you on the bed before getting in herself.

"I love you just the way you are, burrito" she mocks you lovingly and kisses your cheek. You finally managed to free your hands and punch her jokingly. You both giggle until Rhea turns to grab the tv remote.

"Can we watch 'Finding Nemo' ?" You ask hopefully. "Sure we can" Rhea shrugs. "If it helps you then I'm open for anything" she smirks and kisses you softly.

The movie begins and your partner holds her arms open for you to snuggle up to her. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep in her comfortable embrace that makes you feel so safe and at peace.

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It's about half past two in the morning as you wake up from a bad nightmare. You're crying, shaking, but you didn't dare to wake your girlfriend. She was in desperate need of sleep due to travelling so much in her businesses and watching her lay there so peacefully, you didn't want to take that from her.

Trying to muffle your cries you press your hand over your mouth as you sneak into the bathroom. You're feeling uncomfortable still being naked so you quickly grab your pajamas and put them on. They're just shorts and a t-shirt but better than nothing.

Giving the door behind you a little push in order to close it, you walk over to the sink. Your vision is blurry and you're so focused on being quiet that you don't notice the door not fully closing.

You hastily open the first drawer. With shaking hands you look for the extra blades of your razor. There not there. *shit where did I put them??* your mind is racing. You're panicking. "Fuck!" You cry out and immediately curse yourself afterwards for not keeping quiet. *Great, now I woke Rhea* you think.

Opening the second drawer you don't even bother too much anymore with being quiet, thinking your girlfriend is awake now anyway. Rubbing the back of your hand across your eyes you manage to wipe away some tears to get a clearer vision.

Finding the blades you were looking for you try to take one out quickly, but struggle with your shaking hands. You finally get one out and start using it to cut your upper thigh. You're hoping for some kind of relief from all these bad feelings and thoughts and in the past it worked, but only for a few minutes.

Rhea knew about your past, and now you remember the promise you gave her. You promised her to try and talk to her first before taking matters into your own hands.You only cry harder, now that you know you broke your promise.

You didn't deserve her. She didn't deserve you, she deserved someone that she could do anything with, someone that would keep their promises and would be able to focus more on her instead of always being afraid of their own actions. Your mind fools you, just making it worse and worse.

You're kneeling on the floor, blood and tears streaming down your face and thighs and staining the rug in front of the sink. You're crying so hard you don't notice the person standing in the doorway.

Rhea was shocked to see you like this, she never once thought that the ride in the horror roller coaster would traumatise you so much. "Y/n?" She whispers and you flinch in surprise.

"God baby why didn't you wake me? We could have talked, I could have helped you" her voice is full of sorrow. She was blaming herself. Rhea slowly makes her way over to you, wanting to kneel besides you, hug you, take the blade from you. Anything to stop you from hurting yourself.

"Go away" you sob and your hand that's holding the blade begins to shake again as it's gripping it so hard. "Y/n, baby.." Rhea mumbles and reaches out to touch your shoulder.

"Go away, don't touch me" you repeat quietly. But Rhea doesn't hear you, or she does but decides to ignore it. Her fingers slightly graze you skin at that's when everything get's too much.

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME RHEA!" you yell at her and jump up. Your girlfriend looks at you, mouth agape and eyes wide with shock. You never screamed at her before, not like that.

She slowly gets to her feet and tries to reach out to you once again. "Y/n hey, let's talk about this. I'm sure we can-" but you cut her off.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" You yell and throw the next best thing you could grab at her. A bar of soap that was lying on the sink. Rhea stumbles back but it hits her right above her left eye. Tears form in her eyes. She's crying.

You break down again. What have you done. You're sure you've lost her now, surely she's gonna leave you after this. "I- I'm so sorry! I- I just can't handle this anymore I don't know what to do" you cry out.

"Come here" Rhea whispers sobbing. You hesitate a moment but then agree and take a small step towards her. A sigh of relief leaves Rhea's lips and she immediately rushes towards you and hugs you tight. You accept it and even hug her back.

You're standing there for at least a few minutes, just holding onto each other and sobbing. "It's okay darling, it's okay I've got you, I'll always be here for you!" Rhea whispers against your skin in the crook of your neck.

"I love you so much!" You sob in her shirt and cling onto her even tighter. "I love you too!" She murmurs back and kisses your neck. "And as much as I hate to let go of you now but we need to clean those wounds" she sighs.

You grumble, but you know it's necessary. You've already stained most of the small rug and since it's a white one it'll probably never wash out again. You slowly let go of each other.

"Sit down on the edge of the bath tub okay? I'll take care of you" Rhea says and let her hand glide down your arm as she turns to get her first aid kit. You do as she tells you to and wait patiently.

It's embarrassing, but on the other hand you truly feel safe and taken care of now. You feel loved but also guilty.

Your girlfriend stops the bleeding, disinfects everything and then bandages you. "You better now?" She asks with a warm smile. You smile back at her and nod. "Thank you! I really don't know what I'd do without you. Probably wouldn't even be here anymore.." you mumble the last part but she still hears you.

"Well, I'm glad you're here and many more surely are too!" She tries to convince you. You only nod again, keeping your eyes locked on the ground. "It's 4am now" Rhea says with a look at the watch. "We should get back to bed". She takes your hand and you stand up sighing.

Back in bed you snuggle really close to her, loving the warmth and the feeling of her skin against yours. "Thanks for making me feel loved" you whisper. "I'll do my best to keep that feeling" she replies and although neither of you can see it, you both fall back asleep with a smile on your face.

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Alright, got a new oneshot done. Hope you enjoy :D

[shortkingvi]

broke: dom’s cheating on rhea with liv

woke: rhea’s coaching dom to eventually break liv’s heart

bespoke: liv/rhea/dom throuple scenario on monday night raw in the year of our lord 2024

[fandomfucker]

Hey bestie

I’ve loved you stuff for ages so I thought you would be a good writer for a lil idea I had!

Poly! Judgement Day x reader (or just Rhea Ripley ) where bubbly (but smart and snarky) reader gets moved to smackdown during the draft and only sees the rest of her partners one or two days a week.

She acts independently like it doesn’t bother her that she has to travel alone, and doesn’t tell her partners that she’s had trouble making friends at smackdown. But it’s taking a toll on her.

When she starts seeing them post more photos without her and all text her less she finally loses it.

After a long day of losing a championship match reader goes home to find out that her partners didn’t even know that she had a match that night and barely acknowledge her homecoming. Reader cries herself to sleep alone in their kingside bed.

Hurt/comfort ensues

- I hope this wasn’t too long 💕,

🟧Anon

Thank you so much for all your support!!🫶

Definitely get toxic relationship vibes with this so i kinda played into it a little. Also, this doesnt actually follow anything because I dont actually really watch Smackdown, pls dont kill me🙏

Some of the dialogue and resulting reactions/scenarios are from this list by @judgementdaysunshine and @romanthereigns

Word count: 4,473

Reader’s POV

It felt like my heart had been ripped in two and then thrown in a woodchipper.

Without any kind of warning or anything, I had just been removed from my partnership with the Judgment Day and put on Smackdown instead of Raw.

Backstage in our shared dressing room it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as the five of us all stood around in stunned silence.

Dominik was the first to break it as he launched himself at me, cradling my head to his chest as the news began to sink in.

Tears began to well up in my eyes as I stared off over his shoulder at nothing. Our hug was jolted when Damian, Finn, and Rhea joined us, surrounding and enveloping us whole.

I blinked until the tears receded, refusing to cry over an unfortunate situation such as this.

I felt tears on my shoulder from one of my partners and heard the shaking sobs of the others, making it just that much harder to not cry myself.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from our group hug, wiping away any remaining strays.

I cleared my throat, "This isn't going to change anything, okay? We all still love each other and at the end of the day, we all go back to the same home. We'll be okay."

Dominik nodded, keeping a hand on my waist as he wiped away his own tears. Catching Damian also wiping away his tears I sent him a small smile, hugging into his waist.

"You're right, dove. It might be hard, but we'll make it work just like we always do." Rhea smiled as she cradled my face in her hands.

I nodded my head, smiling at her in return before removing myself from the boys' holds on me and crushing her body into mine, holding onto her waist tightly.

Finn stood to the side of her and took one of my hands in his, "Lass, this isn't goodbye, and it never will be. You're going to do great by yourself, really get the chance to show everyone just what all you're capable of."

Nodding my head again against Rhea's chest, I squeezed his hand in acknowledgment and comfort as I took in all my partners in the group locker room for what was possibly the last time.

"I'll make you guys proud."

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Two smackdowns later and I still had yet to make any of them even remotely proud.

Turns out, even if you leave a group, people still hold grudges against you for being in that group.

Rhea and I had obliterated the entire women's division both individually and as the occasional tag team so no one liked me or even so much as acknowledged I was there.

The ignoring was worse than any bullying or ambushes I could have anticipated.

The only woman in the locker room that would even look at me was the new girl from NXT, Blair Davenport but the others had warned her about me, so she too stayed away.

All the men wouldn't talk to me either more than a 'hello' in passing because my boys had swept through them too.

Apparently creating grudges left and right isn't as fun as I thought, once those I made the grudges with are no longer with me. I had burned all the bridges I now needed to keep from drowning.

We managed to work our schedules out enough so that we'd all be able to see each other once or twice a week, unless there was a PLE in which we'd be together that whole week.

I was given a newer design along with new beefs. Instead of my usual black and dark purple I wore more pastel colors. Baby blue, lilac, light yellows, etc. I was given extensions and my makeup was much less dramatic. My shorts were traded for skirts and my hand symbols for hearts.

I was told they were wanting to take some more creative liberties for me and I could either get on board with it or leave.

My first match on Smackdown was against the new girl, Blair Davenport who wanted to "show the world what she's made of" and decided to try and make me her example.

Long story short; I won. And that really didn't do me any favors, except to get me a match against Chelsea Green. The winner of which would be getting a shot at the Women's Championship title against Bayley.

Sitting in the locker room after winning my match against Chelsea I sat in the corner with my knees to my chest as I texted the Judgment Day group-chat.

Y/N: Guys!! I got a match against Bayley for the title next week!! We're about to have two womens champs in the JD!😁😁💪💪

With the different time zones I wasn't expecting an immediate reply so I just went ahead and began scrolling through Instagram until it was time for my promo.

Rhea's post came up first. It was just a picture of her dinner, at a fancy restaurant, and you could see Dominik's shirt and hands in the background.

Some of us go on dates with each other by ourselves all the time so I thought nothing of it, just liked it and kept scrolling.

Until I saw that Damian had uploaded a friends-only story. Clicking on it, it was a mirror selfie of him and Finn wearing tuxes, a peak of a flowy red dress just out of frame. The next slide was a full picture of Rhea in her dress. Her dress that I had given her.

My eyes stung a bit that my partners had all gone out on a really nice date without me, but I blinked it away because it didn't matter. It was one date and I'm on the other side of the country right now, they can go on one date without me. It's fine.

When it was time to do my promo, someone came and escorted me to the specific area where my favorite unbiased interviewer, Cathy Kelley, was waiting for me. Her face lit up when she saw me as I barreled towards her.

Crushing her into a hug, we both squealed with delight at finally seeing each other for the first time in forever.

We caught up and did my promo and decided to go out for a really late dinner together after the show. I told her about my struggles with the women on the roster while she spilled about her own personal problems.

"Oh! Let's take a cute little dinner date picture for Insta!" Cathy exclaimed pulling out her phone. I agreed and joked that we should hold hands across the table like a real date and she agreed.

She posted the photo and we watched as the comments rolled in from the fans. Some were loving it while others thought she might be dating both Rhea and me now. We laughed at some of the comments before going back to our conversation.

Wrapping up dinner, Cathy revealed to me that while she would be on Smackdown more often than before, she still wouldn't be there every week.

"It's okay, its not your fault," I forced a smile before we made our way to our separate hotel rooms. "I'll see you tomorrow though?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course! Sweet dreams, Y/N," She replied before we went our separate ways.

Two hours later, now laid in my hotel bed about to go to sleep, and the only response I'd gotten was a thumbs-up reaction from Finn. Secretly, I hoped my partners were just too busy planning something special for me when I got home and didn't want to accidentally ruin the surprise.

Deciding to just get over it, I went to bed, dreaming of finally being with all my partners again, going on a date with all of us.

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The sound of my phone's notifications woke me up early the next morning. I reached out, aiming for the nightstand where I had left my phone to charge the night before. I blindly hit around the area until I felt my phone, bring it up to my half-open eyes, blinking rapidly at the burning brightness of the screen.

The screen was filled with angry texts from my partners.

Finn: What the hell were you doing with Cathy???

Rheas: Were you on a date last night???

Hello???

Y/N!

Damian: Answer us Y/n!!

Dominik: Y/n answer your fucking phone this is insane

My eyes teared up in fear at my partners' reactions. They seemed genuinely upset, especially with the combined 24 missed calls in a 4-hour time period.

I just texted back a simple, "We just went out to dinner and thought the picture would be cute. Nothing more." before getting up and going about my day. With my next flight leaving in just a few hours, I had a lot to do before I could even get to the airport.

After getting out of the shower, I checked my messages only to see no response from any of my partners. Clicking on the chat, I saw that I had been left on read by all four of them. I tried to push aside my feelings but lately it was getting harder and harder to do so.

But, I managed to pull myself together just enough to make it on my flight home just in time.

It was mid-Sunday by the time I made it to our shared house, and I knew I'd be alone for the next couple days since my partners' flight out for Raw had been around the same time as my flight in.

The rest of the day was spent self-loathing in the bathtub as I watched a few of Bayley's old matches, trying to give myself the upper-hand for our match by learning how she fights.

I fell asleep in bed that night, shoveling ice cream into my mouth as I watched old reruns of Full House on the TV.

The next morning was nice because I was finally able to sleep-in after so many early mornings. I was able to make myself a cup of coffee and make french toast (something I hadn't been able to have in forever) as I sat on the back porch watching the birds fly through the trees.

My nice little fantasy, however, was broken when I received an Instagram notification. This one was a picture Rhea had posted; a selfie of the four of them in the car they were driving.

I was too emotionally exhausted for my eye to even begin welling up. So, to save myself from anymore heartbreak and/or grievances, I blocked all four of them on both socials and messages and told myself I'd unblock them later that day.

Later that day turned into fifteen minutes later when I started feeling guilty, so I unblocked their messages and left their socials alone. I'd see the pictures eventually on my feed posted by fans, but hopefully it would take a little bit longer than if they weren't blocked. None of them ever bothered to text me individually or the group chat of all five of us the rest of that week, even after I texted them to congratulate them on their wins form Monday. 

Brushing off the avoidances form them, I just went about my week. A few facetime interviews and a podcast. I answered emails and went to the gym. I cleaned the house and did laundry, wondering when on Earth my partners would get home.

I even called them to ask to no avail. But I saw the posts on Instagram of them a few states away hanging out, going on dates. They had decided to do a road-trip back home instead of a flight. 

The uncomfortable lump in my throat increased with each swipe to the next picture. As I swiped through the pictures, my growing fury and heartache increasing in a swirl of mixed feelings, Dominik texted me, saying they'd be home Thursday night.

Around the same time as my flight out to the next city for Smackdown.

I sent a thumbs up in reply and threw my phone off to the side so I wouldn't have to think about it for the next little while.

I just went ahead and began packing all my stuff for Smackdown Friday night, making sure I had everything I needed for my new ring gear I was about to debut. It was a special occasion, after all. I was about to be the next women's champion.

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Friday night had arrived and I now stood in the guerilla bouncing around as I shook out my nerves. Onlookers shot me weird looks as I went through my warm-ups as well, they weren't your typical ones as I had learned them in high school doing theatre.

Bayley passed me, giving me a look I couldn't quite decipher as her music hit first and she walked out. 

A minute later my own started playing and I walked out, swaggering my way down the aisle. When I was told to change my look, and my attitude as well, to make myself not apart of the Judgment Day anymore, I was finally given my own theme music, but I missed our group theme more than anything.  My now long hair swung as I made my way up the stairs and into the ring to do my entrance against the ropes.

Stepping into the middle of the ring, I faced Bayley as our title match was announced and the title showcased to the audience. I caught her mouthing something at me, making me grin sadistically. You can take the girl out of the faction but you can't take the faction out of the girl.

"May the best woman win."

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I didn't win.

It was a long match that wound up being longer than anyone anticipated, ourselves included.

Bayley eventually got the best of me when my head hit the turnbuckle at just the right angle for me to black out for a second, leaving room for Bayley to pin me as I was too disoriented to kick out.

The ref had to help me backstage to the medics after the lights went out, signaling the commercial break. She even had to hand me a towel to catch the blood beginning to flow from the small cut.

The on-sight paramedic gave me some ice for my head as she checked my pupils. "Yeah, I think you got a minor concussion there, hon. I'll let Mr. Aldis know but you should sit down and rest until you can get an uber, you shouldn't be driving." 

She left the room and I immediately started bawling my eyes out, making my headache worse. Not only did I now have a concussion which would cause me to be out for at least a few weeks, but I was lonely, my partners were ignoring me and probably didn't love me anymore, and I lost my one shot at the title that I had earned and fought for entirely by myself.

My cries attracted the attention of a few passerby but only one stopped and came in to check on me.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm really sorry. That was my fault, I totally botched that, I'm so sorry. If you want I can take you back to the hotel so you don't have to pay for an uber? I just have one more promo to do and then I'm all done."

I looked up to see Bayley standing there, her title nowhere in sight, looking so sincerely upset and apologetic it just sent another wave of tears down my already soaked cheeks.

"That'd be great, thank you," I laugh-cried as she helped me down from the table and back to the shared locker room.

All the other girls stared at me as I walked in, my face and eyes puffy and my forehead bandaged, as I continued to hold an ice pack to the top of said bandage. No one else seemed to have any sympathy for me and rightfully so. I hadn't actually done anything in the past 2 years to warrant any.

Bayley brought me over to my locker and began helping me get all my stuff together. "Why are you helping me?" I croaked pitifully.

She avoided eye contact, "Because I know what it's like. To lose your faction--the people who mean the most to you and are always supposed to be there for you, I mean."

A small laugh escaped me as well as another tear. I swiped it away before offering my hand to her. "Truce?"

"Truce," She nodded and shook my hand.

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Finally getting home late the next day, I was relieved to find all four of my partners already at home. I was nervous to see them after all the ignored communications and their Instagram posts of dates I wasn't invited on, but I was tired and hurt and wanted my partners.

Unlocking the door, I stepped into the entryway, smiling softly as I heard my partners' rambunctious laughter coming from the living room. I left my suitcase by the door and made my way over to them.

They were playing the new WWE2k24 game with the new Xbox Rhea had gotten from being on the cover.

"Hey guys! I'm home!" I announced my presence from behind the couch as I walked in.

I received a chorus of "hey babe"s from all four of them, not one of them turning around to actually acknowledge me. And that stung worse than any failed title match or concussion. 

It was like my heart had been ripped out and stabbed repeatedly with a knife before being set on fire. I tried to tough it out and managed to get all the way to our shared bedroom before I burst into tears again.

My pent up feelings, mixed with the concussion, my heavily drugged brain resulting from said concussion, and the overall exhaustion from everything all at once finally came to a head as I sobbed.

I collapsed to the floor, my knees being too weak to hold me up. Crawling up into the bed, I laid there and cried into my pillow as I cradled another to my chest. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe and snot ran down my face.

Eventually, I fell asleep, having not even bothered to change my clothes or take off the makeup that was now streaked down my face. 

I just hoped that when I woke up it would've all been a dream.

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3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day sat around the living room, playing what they agreed would be the last match before they made dinner.

"Alright," Damian spoke as he stood up and began stretching out his sore limbs, "Who wants what?"

"I want chicken tenders!" Dominik shouted excitedly. 

Rhea laughed and ruffled his hair, sliding her fingers through his silky strands. "Okay, well while Dame and I get started on dinner how about you and Finn go pull Y/N out of the shower and she what she wants."

Dominik nodded like a happy little puppy before grabbing Finn's hand and dragging him upstairs to go find their girlfriend.

They went first to the master bathroom, noticing the light was still off and there was no trace of her having taken a shower. They continued on into the bedroom where they saw the curled-up figure of their girlfriend.

Finn went and turned the bedside lamp on, emitting a soft glow about the room. 

The two of them rounded the bed to face Y/N and wake her up. Dominik saw her first and stopped dead in his tracks, the blood draining from his face causing Finn to rush over.

Before he could even ask what was wrong he looked at Y/N and no longer needed to ask. 

Her face was puffy from tears, her makeup smeared and streaked down her face making it even more evident she had been crying. The pillow she held onto with a death grip had a wet stain on the top of it from previously fallen tears.

But the thing they were most concerned about, was the small bandage on the top of her forehead. Dried blood seeped out from underneath the bandage and was crusted around and in her hairline, the whole area swollen and red.

"What the hell happened?" Dominik asked Finn as they watched Y/N sleep. 

"I dunno," Finn replied in the stunned silence. "We need to get Rhea and Damian, though."

Down in the kitchen, Rhea and Damian danced around each other grabbing various ingredients as well as silverware and dishes. They made idle chat and were laughing when Finn and Dominik bounded down the stairs. 

"What'd Y/N say she wants for dinner?" Damian asked the two of them, his back turned to them as he fiddled with a dial on the stove. 

"She's asleep, but you guys need to come see, something happened," Finn told the two of them.

They both looked up from what they were doing, Rhea grabbing a towel to dry her hands. "What's wrong?" She asked as she ran around the counter and up the stairs to their shared room.

"I'm not even sure," Finn replied.

The four of them raced up the stairs and down the hallway to their bedroom, Rhea leading the way.

She slowly rounded the corner to face Y/N and upon seeing her in the same state the other two had, threw her hand to her mouth in horror as she gasped at the sight before her.

Damian, right behind her, made it to her side to see what all the fuss was about and all the blood drained from his face when he did. "Oh my god."

"Should we wake her up?" Dominik asked, like a scared child.

Rhea, ever the caretaker of the group, chimed in. "No, let's just wait until she wakes up. You guys go back downstairs and finish making dinner and I'll stay here till she wakes up."

"If you're staying here then so am I," Finn argued, taking a seat on the small ottoman at the end of the bed. Rhea nodded reluctantly before looking at the other two.

They both nodded, knowing they wouldn't win any fight they picked. They both walked over and gave Y/N a small kiss on the forehead, the opposite side of where the bandage was, before shuffling out of the room and down the stairs. Now, all they had to do was wait.

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It wasn't until an hour later that Y/N finally began to stir.

Rhea and Finn both shot up, kneeling beside the bed as Fin gently stroked Y/N's cheek as she awoke. 

"What's going on?" Y/N asked groggily, thoroughly confused as hell and not knowing anything. After any normal nap, it takes a minute to even remember your own name, not to mention a nap after that kind of extreme emotional distress.

"We're just worried about you, sweetness," Rhea explained as gently as she could. If Y/N did actually have a concussion and didn't remember anything, she didn't want to freak her out any more than she possibly would already have.

"Why?" Y/N asked, gently pushing the two of them away form her to sit up and rub her eyes. In doing so, she felt the edge of her bandage and remembered everything. From losing the match, to making a truce with Bayley, to coming home and them not acknowledging her.

Rhea and Finn saw the look that overcame their girlfriend's face. Anger, betrayal, sadness.

She pushed them out of the way again, this time harder than any of them were expecting which sent the two flat on their asses as Y/N made a move to get out of bed.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Rhea immediately was on her feet and grabbed Y/N's arm to keep her from going any further. The look she received from Y/N before she pulled her arm out of her grip was scathing. 

"Nowhere that concerns you." She began to move towards the closet, starting to grab new clothes, seemingly to change into before she grabbed a bag and began stuffing the clothes in there.

"Y/N! What the hell is going on? Please, just talk to us!" Finn tried to reason with her. 

By now, the commotion had reached the ears of both Damian and Dominik downstairs and they raced up to the bedroom, just in time to hear their girlfriend's explanation.

"Talk to you? Talk to you?! I have been trying to talk to all four of you for weeks! And all I get in response is a thumbs up! Sometimes, not even every time!" She screamed, stepping out of the closet into full view of her partners. Clothes were left forgotten on the floor, and some half-hanging off their hangers as Y/N finally released all her pent-up emotions.

All four members of the Judgment Day stood in stunned silence as Y/N kept going, now unable to stop herself even if she tried.

"I was forcefully moved away from my partners, surrounded by people who hate me and then you four go out and have date nights without me. Constantly! I had a title match tonight against Bayley, we could've had two champions and you didn't even care! I lost because I hit my head and got a concussion and you don't care!" At this point, Y/N had started to grow emotional. Each word was a fight against the myriad of tears threatening to spill over.

The four of them felt awful, how could they have neglected their girl so badly for so long to get to this point?

"We're so sorry, cariño, we had no idea you even had a match last night-" Damian's attempts at an apology were cut off by Y/N.

"Of course you didn't! You never bother to talk to me anymore!" Her partners began to reach out for her as she started fully crying, the emotions winning this fight.

"I'm barely holding on," Y/N sobbed as she curled in on herself, rejecting any attempts at physical touch from her partners. "It's so bad, that my opponent had to come to my rescue after the match because no one else will even acknowledge me."

"Y/N," Dominik spoke, the sound of his heart breaking evident in his voice.

"No, just...don't," Y/N wrapped her arms around herself as she backed away from the four of them. 

The five partners stood around in silence, each member processing their emotions. 

Once Y/N's tears had slowed down, she wiped any remains off her face before facing her partners, who now surrounded her again. This time, however, they left a spot for her to escape.

"Hey, we're sorry, okay? But we promise to do better. This is new for all of us and we admittedly didn't handle it well but we're gonna fix that, alright?" Finn explained to her gently, so as not to scare her off.

"He's right, amor. We love you, so much. We'll do anything that you ask of us, please," Damian practically begged her.

Rhea and Dominik both clutched each other, tears streaming down their faces as they were both too choked up to speak, but they nodded in agreement to both of the boys' statements.

"Okay," Y/N broke down again, walking into the shared hug between the partners. They would make it up to her, just like they always did. Everything would be okay. They would be okay.

[bearshideout]

Ahh hi I saw you are wanting request I just gave a question if you would write a Rhea Ripley x reader [Platonic] Or maybe a judgement Day x reader [Platonic]

(Only asking BCS ik some people only like to write romantic relationships)

(First Request! Thank you <3)

Judgment Day x GN Reader (Platonic)

"Family"

You are a new wrestler who has recently joined the main roster but is struggling to find your own group luckily for you a certain group wants you as a new addition and they cant wait to welcome you in.

Y/n sighed as they packed all their stuff away in the locker room, the sounds off chatter filled their ears. It seemed ever since joining a few weeks back they couldn't find their place, everyone had already made there friends and even though they were all nice they weren't accepting new people into there groups. Y/n had never felt lonelier hearing everyone making plans after the match, they had given up on asking anymore groups if they could join the rejection hurt every time.

As they were leaving the locker room they suddenly bumped into Rhea. "I'm so sorry Rhea I didn't see you there" y/n said panicked the last thing they wanted was to start making enemies especially not with the judgment day. All they got back in return was a laugh "Don't worry about it, actually I was just looking for you" As y/n went through all the possible things she could have done to make this conversation go bad they were interrupted but this time by a male arm being wrapped around their shoulder. They looked up to see Damian who was smiling down at them "Yeah we all wanted to talk to you if you don't mind" Y/n looked at them now realizing Dom and Finn had also stood with Rhea. Dom started walking to the Judgment day's room "Lets talk in there don't want anyone listening in" Finn followed behind him nodding, Rhea grabs Y/n's hand and leads her along with a cheeky grin "your not in trouble" she jokes.

Finn opens the door for them all to go inside "We don't bite... well I don't cant say same bout this lot" he jokes getting a laugh out of y/n. While walking in she can see Dom already sprawled across one of the sofas. "so what did you want to talk about" y/n asked looking at them all, Damian's arm still around their shoulder. "Well we've been talking and we think you'd make a perfect addition to the Judgment Day, we have already talked to Triple H and he thinks its just what we need as long as you agree to it" Damian says giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. Before y/n can even gather their thoughts Rhea grabs y/n's arms desperately "Please say yes I'm begging you I need to talk to someone about [same interest] with" she begs over dramatically to sell her point making Dom shake his head and laugh. "So what do you say y/n are you in" Finn asks with a slight hint of fear.

They all wait with anticipation until finally "Yes!" y/n smiles enthusiastically they had been waiting for this moment since they joined WWE they finally had a group. "Welcome to the family" says Finn giving y/n a hug which they happily gave back. "Not fair y/n is now my new best friend I should be hugging them" said Rhea joining in the hug. "Now I feel left out" Dom piped up jumping into the hug which gained a eye roll from Damian who wrapped his arms lazily around the group hug.

"Now the family is complete" Whispers Rhea with a huge smile.

(First request done I hope this was okay! I had so much fun writing it and hopefully overtime get to do more scenarios with the judgment day)

[mamisfavmosher]

hear me out rhea x southern!reader. like reader is from DEEP in the south and rhea can’t understand her sometimes

hehehe i have some deep tennessee roots in me so i absolutely love this!

i just did some bullet points of certain sayings and scenarios i think would happen :))

sweetie from the south // rhea ripley x fem!reader

"you done started pissin' me off, Rhea. i swear we can't have anything nice in this house." you huffed as rhea broke yet another object, determined to prove her ultimate strength to you.

"lord help me"

"Rhea, god willing and the creek don't rise, I think you're gonna be WWE's biggest star yet!" you exclaimed, kissing her cheek. "What creek?" She asked, confused.

"there really ain't nothing to it, Rhea. I know you drank the last of my Kool-Aid!" "i needed something sweet and you put loads of sugar in there!" She defended herself.

"hurry up! I swear you're movin' slower than molasses over there!" you hollered at Rhea as she took her sweet time fixing her hair.

"babydoll, how much hairspray do you need?" rhea asked, walking up behind you. "you know what Dolly always says, the higher the hair the closer to God!" you smiled at her through the mirror and continued your never ending spritz of hairspray.

"oh my sweet heavens! Rhea!!" you clutched a hand over your chest as Rhea stumbled backstage with bruised ribs after Nia Jax's attack.

"well, butter me up and call me a biscuit, it is hot out here." you huffed, hands on your hips. Rhea admired you from behind, taking in the view of you in your bikini at the beach. "I'll butter you up, don't have to tell me twice. C'mere, baby." She said and pulled you to her, a cheeky grin on her face as she held up the sunscreen.

"It's just so frustrating, you know?" rhea ended her angry rant about some annoying person at work. "you're preachin to the choir, baby." you agreed with her rant casually.

"how long is the party gonna take?" Rhea asked, smugly observing your outfit as you fixed your makeup in the mirror. "Till the cows come home, probably." You shrugged, spritzing perfume on your neck. "Cows? You're bringing cows home?! Babe, maybe you shouldn't go-" Rhea looked alarmed as she quickly blocked the doorway. "I am not bringin' cows home, rhea! It's just an expression." you giggled.

"you're glowin', sugar! look at you! grinnin' like a possum eating' a sweet tater!" you hugged rhea as she came out of the bathroom in a pretty black dress. A strong look of confusion crossed her face, "a possum? i hope that's a compliment." She shrugged. "Well, you missed the rest of it! A possum eatin' a sweet tater! Means you look happy." you gave her a sweet smile and pecked her lips. "I'm always happy around you, babe."

"pretty as a peach, mami!" you commented on her appearance when she came out of the bedroom one day. "Pretty as a peach? What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled. "Ya' know... you're lookin' prettier than a glob of butter meltin' on a stack of wheat cakes!" you exclaimed. "Babe... what?" Her face said it all. She was so confused. "It means you look dazzlin', sugar. Now, c'mon, let's go!"

i loved this, i could definitely do more at some point if anyone wanted it

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

As Barbie decided to live in the human world, leaving Barbie Land behind, she goes through the ups and downs of being a doll turned human. And that includes a wide variety of things, like learning how to drive a car, putting on makeup, getting a job, learning the history of the world, catching up on literal time, and ... dating.

Being Barbie's girlfriend would include (there will be multiple parts to this headcanon)

How You Met

Poly relationship w/ Rhea Ripley & Barbie would include

This will be an ongoing series of headcanons around your relationship with Barbie. You are welcome to request certain scenarios!

[naturesapphic]

Mommy Lady dimitrescu x little reader scenario where she got in babyspace and just want to be with her Mama but mommy need to go pu or something that she can't make with her baby on her hip so she start crying and don't stop BUTTTT when mommy is back and pick her up she immediately stops crying

Clingy baby

Mommy!lady dimitrescu x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression

Today you got into an even smaller headspace. Usually when you go into your headspace you are usually around the age 5 or 6, but today for some reason, you are in baby space. Which means you are being very clingy and needing your mommy’s attention 24/7 which is hard for her since she needs to keep everything in order for her wine business, being one of the lords and the responsibilities that come with it, having three daughters who are always in some sort of trouble, having to keep up with her maids and the house, then she has you.

Of course you are never a burden to her but days like today where you are extra clingy is a little stressful for her. Like right now, she has to use the bathroom and every-time she has to put you down you start sobbing uncontrollably and it breaks her heart to hear your cries for her. She then decided to try something where she will place you in front of the door where the bathroom is. “Okay little one, mommy will be right in here okay?” She said pointing at the door behind y’all as she puts you down onto a chair and place it in front of the chair.

That’s when you started to whimper, signaling your mommy that wasn’t going to work but she really had to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back baby I promise mommy really has to go to the bathroom I’ll be out in like five seconds, be a good girl and wait for mommy okay? You’re mommy’s good girl right? Yes you are. I’ll be right back.” She said quickly as she opens the door and quickly runs in to use it. You waited for five seconds like your mommy said and you seemed to be okay, you even waited five more seconds for your mommy but she wasn’t back like she said she would.

That’s when your eyes started to fill up with big tears and they started to fall. You start to sob as your mommy wasn’t coming back and you were all alone now. The door opened and your mommy comes out drying her hands and looking down at you with a sad expression. “I’m here my precious dekta shhh shhh it’s okay.” She said softly as she picks you up and holds you tightly against her chest as she sways gently. “M-mama!” You cried out as you cling onto her as tightly as you possibly could and the sobs quiet down immediately when you are in the arms of your mommy.

A/n: sorry this is so short but I hope the anon and the rest of y’all like it! Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[nickg--7]

Hey everyone,

I'm still interested and open for anyone that wants to do any sort of roleplay. I'm looking preferably for someone to play a female WWE Wrestler. My favourite people to rp with are Rhea Ripley, Liv Morgan and Tiffany Stratton but I'm open to every and any person or scenario.

I roleplay mostly on discord but can do on here.

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ SABOTAGE (roman reigns x reader)

ೃ༄ pairings: roman reigns x fem!reader

ೃ༄ requested by: anon

Hi! I was wondering if i can request a fluff roman fic they are both protective of the other and in a tag team match y/n notices that one of their opponents is trying to sabotage roman and so she gets rid of them and then her and roman with the match tyy! (i’m sorry if this kinda makes no sense)

ೃ༄ warnings: there’s like. no dialogue i’m sorry it’s all match based with like one dialogue line😭, descriptions of wwe fighting

ೃ༄ word count: 1.2k

ೃ༄ note: really sorry for the lack of dialogue anon i got. very carried away BUT i hope you enjoy this🥹 despite that i really enjoyed writing it so i hope you can enjoy reading it just as much <3

there was nothing quite like this feeling.

standing by roman’s side, walking down to the ring and watching the faces of judgement day, who weren’t aware you were their opponents for the night (as far as the crowd were concerned). as you walked, roman let his fingers brush against yours, and the electricity that sparked through your veins from such a simple touch had you ready to go the distance.

being his mixed tag team partner was unlike no other.

when sasha had left, roman had been left without a mixed tag team — not a disaster, but for production, this was the end of the world. they knew the crowd loved to see him combine with a powerful diva, and their best idea at the time was to test the two of you out together.

less than half a show in and their decision was made. the crowd had loved you together — from your tag moves to just the way roman held your waist so delicately when celebrating your victory.

you enjoyed it, too — especially the waist holding part.

it was not a secret that roman reigns was arguably the most attractive man back stage; it was a pretty common conversation between you and your fellow women’s superstars. even those who were dating others had to acknowledge the man was gorgeous, and anyone who got to fight alongside him was lucky. you knew this joke even extended into the men’s locker room, having heard many a story now from roman himself about how a certain damian priest accosted him just to feel up his muscles.

so? getting to be the one who trained with such a god of a man? the one who, when you won matches, lifted you in the air with such ease to celebrate? sue you for enjoying it.

you had done just that for a while, kept the pretends of professional whilst you quietly admired him from the side. it was after the two of you had ambushed his ex bloodline members, the usos, in a rivalry story that shocked the public (the very same one that made judgement day start targeting you), that things heated up backstage.

you were both sweaty and pumped with adrenaline, slipping out of those in ring personas but not leaving the thrill of the win behind. you went to hug roman, and in one swift movemebt he had your wrists pulled around his body and he was kissing you like you had never been kissed before.

safe to say, you felt pretty lucky to be the one who had roman’s attention and affection.

even now, as you clamboured into the ring, facing a more than disgruntled looking rhea and dominik, you could see the way roman grinned at you from the corner of his eye. call him terrible at keeping in character, but how could he when you were there and looked so good?

as soon as the opening lines had been spoken, the cue to signal the ambush should begin, you wasted no time in setting up a back elbow on rhea as she ran towards you.

to your side, you could see roman playing a similar move on dominik, the two of you having one quarter of judgement day each at your feet as they writhed in pain. when you caught romans eye, you could just about hear what he shouted at you through the thrumming of blood in your ears.

“you’re a fucking weapon.”

he had always called you that, his weapon, and it would forever make you feel strong enough to conquer anything. that was enough to join your stoic yet loveable boyfriend in a series of two on two moves, landing blow after blow to judgement day until they skilfully reversed and had you and roman plummeting to the ground, one on top of enother.

whilst you sold the recovery, you dragging yourself onto roman’s body, you could feel his fingers in your hair, tapping along to the ticking clock that signalled it was time to get back to your feet.

before you had even fully risen, dominik was there again, attempting to know you down. you ducked at just the right time as the man ran towards you, allowing roman to execute an almost hilarious looking clothes line that sent dominik to the ground.

then, you both turned you focuses on ripley, and the battle began. you perfectly demonstrated move after move until the time came for rhea to take you out, falling to the ground with extra flair that was meant to encourage ronan to perform his signature on the wrestler.

in your recovery time, you spared a moment to glance towards where dominik was still selling on the floor, but something didn’t seem right. in every rehearsal, no one had ever mentioned chairs would be involved in this match? you knew it was judgement day’s ‘thing’, having used it against their previous leader, edge, a million times, but no one had said anything about them being here. it would have been sneaky for vince to have added to the storyline without telling you and roman, but at this point you wouldn’t put it past the man.

as dominik ran at an unaware roman with the chair, all you could think was how badly this could end. roman wasn’t prepared for the chair strike — if he wasn’t in the right position this could be lethal, and you had seen enough injuries this year to not let that happen.

ignoring the ache of exertion in your muscles, you pulled yourself to your feet quicker than you ever had and were suddenly inbetween dominik, roman, and the chair. you gripped its other side tightly, hearing how roman stopped fending off rhea to turn and see what was going on. you were sure he was just as confused as you, but you didn’t care anymore. with all of your force, you pushed the chair back at dominik, until the man’s grip on the object slipped and it went clattering to the ground.

you wasted no time in following the script now (albeit, maybe adding one or two of your own moves in to prove a point to those backstage). if they wanted you to lose, you no longer cared with how they out roman at risk. your partner seemed to get the memo too, the two on two match coming to life in an instant as roman floored rhea then joined you in taking down dominik.

the tide changed entirely, and when you and roman landed your perfectly practiced 3d on dominik, the crowd knew it was all over. you made sure rhea was taken care of as roman pinned dominik, until the match was called and you were announced as the winners: a shock to everyone around, but a welcome one to the crowd.

as they roared in celebration, roman’s hand slipped around your waist and tugged you close to his body. the crowd weren’t aware of what went on backstage, but in that moment, neither of you cared as your hands found his chest, and his lips found yours in a passionate kiss that you knew the cameras were capturing every second of.

and when you pulled a way, you made sure to punctuate the victory with one last wink in judgement day’s direction.

god, roman loved you.

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[call-me-a-simp]

No One Hates You More Than I Do

Just This One Time (part 4)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

Summary: You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You're back in your locker room and just changed back into normal clothes. You're sitting in front of your mirror, removing your make up, letting random thoughts take over your brain as a knock on the door catches your attention.

"Come in" you say loudly so the person outside can hear you. The door opens and your eyes fall on Rhea through the mirror. You sigh and turn around "What do you want here?" you say, showing clear signs of annoyance.

Ripley steps in and closes the door behind her. "You remember when I practically confessed my love to you?" she immediately begins. You slowly nod, confused why she's acting like this. "I need you. Now. Please, I swear just this one time."

A moment of awkward silence follows before you burst out into laughter. "You- ha what?! Are you seriously this horny? What's wrong with you?" you keep giggling. Rhea looks a little hurt but tries not show it. "Please I swear, just this one time, I need you. Seriously!" she keeps begging.

You sigh and smile. Although you didn't admit it, you wanted to know what it was like doing the deed with a girl for quite a long time now. Not that you liked girls that way, you were just curious. At least that's what you're trying to convince yourself of.

"alright, but only this one time!" you smirk at her and take off your shirt again. "Lock the door or do you want to be caught?!" you snap at her and she hurriedly does as you say. "Good girl" you say with a low, husky voice.

"Fuck you're such a tease" she groans and also begins to undress herself. "Bottom huh?" you mock her and she growls. "We'll see" she replies in a challenging tone. You huff and walk towards her, both of you only wearing panties and a bra anymore.

Rhea was looking you up and down as you get closer, her eyes get stuck on your breasts as you are now mere inches apart from one another. You slightly grab her chin to make her look at you. You were almost the same height but she was slightly taller. "Remember, this doesn't mean anything Ripley" you whisper and kiss her.

She moans and grabs your hips, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You pull away breathlessly and Rhea groans "You can't even imagine how long I've been waiting for this". She picks you up and throws you onto the couch, quickly positioning herself on top of you and kissing you again hungrily.

You grab her ass and squeeze it, making her moan into the kiss. She then begins to play with your tits, taking off your bra as she does so. "Hah fuck" she grins and buries her head in your neck in embarrassment as she starts grinding on your lap.

You chuckle and open her bra, throwing it to the side. You give her breasts a firm squeeze before slapping her ass. She gasps at the sudden move and you scold her "stop grinding you needy whore! It's my job to pleasure you!"

Rhea whimpers quietly and you push her off of you. She lays down so you're on top now and you instantly begin to tease her by trailing your hand up and down her body, playing with her breasts and everything but making sure to never touch her where she needs you.

"Fuck y/n please" she breathes out. You smirk. "You're so wet already baby, I didn't even do anything". She moans when you call her names which turns you on. Without any warning you push two digits in her pussy and she almost screams, but then smothers it.

You didn't hurt her and if you did you wouldn't care, would you? It would have been a scream of pleasure and surprise, right?

You push in and out of her, rubbing her clit until she's close and then stop and pull out. Rhea whines and begs you to keep going but you cut her off and tell her it's your turn. She reluctantly agrees and you switch positions again.

"I have one condition though" Rhea says before lowering her head between your legs. "What is it pretty girl" you tease her and watch as her mask drops for a split second. "From now on until I'm done, it's Mami for you, understand?" she advises you. You nod and confirm with a simple "yes Mami". She grins happily and lowers her head to start licking your clit. You hum from pleasure and a smile sneaks onto your face.

You let your hand glide through her slicked back hair and grab a fistful of them when she suddenly slides her tongue past your entrance. You squirm as she unexpectedly hits the right spot at the first time. "heh, you're good Ripley" you huff.

Rhea stops, slaps your ass cheek and locks at you with a daring expression. "Sorry, Mami" you correct yourself and she goes back to eating you out. You eventually come on her face and she happily licks it up. "Good girl" she grins at you and crawls back up to give you a taste of yourself.

"Wouldn't have made it without you, that's for sure" you whisper and pull her down for another kiss. "But now it's your turn baby. Ride my fingers and keep eye contact" you grin as Rhea blushes. It embarrassed her, having to maintain eye contact during such an intimate moment, but she did as you told her to.

"y/n please, let me cum I can't take this any longer" Rhea begged after a few minutes. "Just a little more, I know you can do this" you snarl. She whimpers and tries to keep going, tears sneaking out of the corners of her eyes. You pull her head down a little and whisper "Cum for me pretty girl"

Rhea let's out a loud moan as she cums over your hand and hips and collapses onto you, breathing heavily and even crying. You hold her tight, rubbing her back to calm her down. "Didn't expect that, sweetie huh" you whisper and kiss her temple. "You okay?" she nods slightly and sits back up.

You cup her cheek, wipe away her tears with your thumb and smirk. "It was nice doing business with you, Ms Ripley" you say, get dressed again and walk out the door like nothing happened.

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Here you go, the promised smut! 🤭

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[velvetvexations]

the fact two things you're known for is being male and having big boobs is so insanely hot of you

I've been having a lot of thoughts about this ask all day.

We're a system and one of us, Aleph, is a cis man and he is in fact the one with almost all the chest dysphoria. Kuroko also wants big tits but could do without as well. With Aleph, it's like, a painful pressing emotional wound in his (and thus our) heart that he doesn't have ginormous boobies. He also identifies as gay, and has a kink for cis men, specifically, with large breasts but, it's less "I want to fuck him" and more "that me." Like he likes guys in general but a cis man with boobs, that in particular gets him off because it's kinna a representation of who he is and wants to be. He's kinna an AGP/AAP, one of the two or maybe both. He loves the idea of walking into the room and always having the biggest boobs in spite of the fact that he's a cis man. Like, he wants a trophy for it.

Then Kuroko's thing is that it's gender is essentially the act of being misgendered. Weird, I know, this is actually the first time we've ever thought about it this way, the hill you've pushed our brain down has snowballed into a really complex exploration of what being a male with big boobs means for us. Anyway, right, Kuroko, it's an it, it's the one with all the misgendering stuff, it wants to be seen as a super clocky man and/or creature in women's clothes, it's almost a personification of the fear a trans girl might have of "always being male" do you understand me? Because trans women aren't male, unless they want to be, but can you imagine being a teenage trans girl in high school, desperately trying to pass but slowly coming to the conclusion that you'll always just be a perverted freak playing pretend? Kuroko is the embodiment of that exact scenario. If deathly anxious and depressed transfem teenagers had a Persona 4-style shadow self, that's Kuroko.

And then there's Jasper, who is a trans girl in an extremely uncomplicated and basic way who thinks Aleph and Kuroko are both weird. She does not identify as "male" at all, she's just a trans girl, that's it.

But she does put emphasis on being trans and also wouldn't want to "pass", she's got a mix of butch and fem traits but the big beefy muscle girl stuff like part of what we see in Rhea Ripley comes from her, So when you combine that emphasis on being a trans girl with their weirdness, the natural result of that fusion - a compromise, you might say - is that I (Vasiliki Velvet) am fully, one hundred percent a girl* but a male** girl.

All this is to say, yeah, hey, it IS pretty hot!

*which otherwise would be misgendering and invalidating for Aleph and Kuroko

**which would otherwise be misgendering and invalidating for Jasper

[starbound-sda-comic]

more discord things! someone said to draw your oc like Rhea Ripley and i had to oblige cuz Juniper fits the body type 😌💖 she’d definitely feel super confident about her body after seeing the muscle she’s gaining! i love her proud smirk lol

also Mori’s reaction cuz i needed to know how someone else would react to this 🤣

i don’t usually do silly memes or redraws much cuz of time but they’re fun to get out of my head for a bit and put them in scenarios i haven’t thought of yet

[caramara3]

writing a story is hard.

writing a story while also creating an entirely different AU because your OC is a wrestler so you watch RAW & Smackdown trying to figure out how to work your OC into those storylines with the characters you've put them with while also trying to make it believable.

Because of course Rhea Ripley is gonna come to your OFC to be a member of OG Judgment Day so that both of them can win the Women's Tag Titles and so Judgment Day can really have all the gold only for them to lose them at (insert PLE here) and for Rhea betray her, write her off for a couple weeks only to return at Royal Rumble, win the whole thing, and challenge Rhea for the Women's World Championship at WM40.

Not to mention with your OFC being written into a storyline with the Judgment Day, it means she and Damian (who are besties but estranged at the moment even though they just hooked up) will constantly have to be around each other so now I have to come up with different scenarios for them to be close around each other, angsty scenes, sexy scenes, etc.

[kenjiro-kun]

Wwe: Rhea Ripley

‼️ Fem Reader ‼️

[Scenario #1] How You Met/Meet

This is mostly towards the character and not the woman herself in any means, though everything else is basically her (example: appearance).

Masterlist

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You weren't very well known, a new face that was brought into Raw after your performance that was slowly gaining you fans from NXT. It was your first match today against another new face (you weren't bright with names). You stood, jumping side to side, trying to calm your nerves as the girl finished her intro sequence. You never knew how long those could be.

Going to each side of the ring, you weren't expected to make the first punch, also waiting for the other to break temper first. This time, you wanted to switch it up. You closed in on the girl, punching her right in the jaw that sent her tumbling backward.

"Oh! And the first hit goes to [WWE Name]!"

"That's a first! Guess she's switching it up! Ahaha!"

You continued to dominate the ring, only slight hits from the other girl that were towards your legs. You took her by her neck, throwing her out of the ring. She landed on her face, groaning limp on the ground. You climbed onto the rope, diving off and crushing her underneath you. You rolled off, climbing back into the ring with a huge smile on your face.

You were going to win.

Then music boomed, and lights flicked. Someone else was joining your match. An infamous spectator of Judgment Day.

"What is she doing here?!"

She smiled sinisterly down at your opponent, dragging her back into the ring. She gestured her head at the girl, luring you into finishing the job. You were afraid, but excited. She wasn't here to beat you or the other girl. No. She was here to watch you win.

"Rhea Ripley, everyone!"

You took the chance to pin here.

You won.

Then Rhea crawled into the ring, scaring the referee away. She took your arm, lifting it up, celebrating your win. The crowd shouted at your success.

You felt warmth on your ear. She was very close.

"You got skills, I'll give you that. Keep it up, and you may find yourself a place to call your own new girl."

Your face heats up. She chuckled at that. You don't know what you're getting into.

[specialinterestshows]

More fluff and complex emotions in this chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 38 of ?): Dynamic Shift

“Can I put my hand on your leg?” Rhea asked once the two of you got into your car.

The question seemed strange to you - she hadn’t felt the need to ask before, and you had always welcomed her hand resting on your thigh while you were driving.

“Of course you can,” you reply, watching the slight worry leave Rhea’s face as she gingerly puts her hand on you.

“I feel so lucky,” she says, smiling as you start the car, “I have a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend.” Dominik looked both happy and relieved when the two of you had walked into the locker room and given him the good news.

“You’re one powerful bisexual!” you admit, laughing at the statement, “But you have to admit that I also have a hot girlfriend.”

“I’m not going to argue with that,” Rhea replied, smile evident in her voice as you drove to your apartment - she had agreed to your offer of driving her back to her shared hotel room tomorrow around midday.

It felt as though you drove home on a cloud, brimming with happiness and excitement at the official status of your relationship with Rhea. The two of you had all night and all morning to spend together, you thought as you felt her hand give your thigh a gentle squeeze. It didn’t feel like nearly enough time, but you realized that no matter how long she stayed to visit, it would never feel like enough - you wanted to be with her constantly. There was a new, blissful security you felt in knowing you were her girlfriend - her first girlfriend, at that. It almost didn’t feel real, to the point where you kept wondering if you were dreaming. Every time you did, you shook it off; if it was a dream, you weren’t about to let yourself wake up.

“I love the way you smile,” Rhea said, thumb rubbing against your thigh, making you smile harder, “See, that, right there. Beautiful.”

“You’re going to make me blush,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road.

“Good,” she says, a sultry tone to her voice, “I love making you flustered - it’s just too cute.”

Squirming in your seat, you bite your lip and sneak a glance at Rhea, who was smirking at you.

“Now how am I supposed to keep driving when I know you���re looking at me like that?” you say, your face growing warm.

“I can always take over if you can’t focus,” she teased, “but that’s the only scenario where I’m taking my eyes off my girl.”

Hearing her call you her girl and knowing she meant it romantically made your heart skip a beat.

The moment you parked the car, you turn and pull Rhea in for a kiss. You feel her smile against your lips and run your fingers through her hair, wincing as you realize you accidentally used your injured hand. Rhea froze, a worried look on her face as you pulled away slightly in pain.

“It’s okay,” you reassure her, grabbing your cold pack from the center console, “I really should be remembering which hand not to use.”

“I’m sorry,” Rhea said, looking down, “Let me know what you need while I’m here so your hand can rest - it’s the least I can do.”

“You don’t need to apologize any more than you already have, Rhe,” you insist, “But I won’t turn down the help if I need it, I promise.”

This seems to make her feel better and she kisses your cheek softly before saying, “Sounds good to me.”

Walking into your apartment, you remove your shoes and set your phone on the table before skipping over to the kitchen to grab water for Rhea.

“Oh, thanks, babe!” you say, walking back with the water to see your smoking supplies ready on the table.

“No problem, babe,” Rhea replies, seeming to take as much pleasure as you did in calling attention to your newly official relationship.

Sitting next to her, you set down the glass of water a safe distance from the bud before getting to work packing a bowl. It’s slightly more difficult than you anticipated, handling everything with one hand. The second you fumble, you turn to look at Rhea, who moves to help in response to the question she already saw in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you tell her, watching her steady hands pack the glass bowl carefully.

“Ready when you are,” Rhea says, pointing the lip of the bong in your direction once she’s done. She held the lighter, waiting until you leaned in to light the bowl for you. Unused to having this done for you, you move to pull the bowl only to have Rhea do so the moment you stop inhaling. Giving her a grateful look, you clear the piece and wait for your girlfriend to lean in before shotgunning the hit into her mouth. The shotgun dissolved into kissing, prompting you to give her lip a small bite. Feeling her tongue flick just inside your mouth, you wait for the bite she usually gave in response - but it never happened. Pulling away, you look at Rhea, worried.

“Are you okay?” you ask, searching her face.

“I’m better than okay,” she replied, looking confused, “Why?”

“When we kiss you usually…” then you realized the pattern, “Oh! Oh Rhe, you don’t have to be so careful with me” - you look her in the eyes, making sure she hears you - “I trust you. I feel safe with you. And biting me is very much encouraged. Okay?”

“It’s just that, well…” she takes a moment to search for the right words, “… I know you’ve forgiven me for hurting you, but I don’t think I’ve forgiven me.”

You pull her in for a hug and she squeezes you back, sighing. Just as you’re about to try and say something to comfort Rhea further, your phone buzzes, rattling a few things on the table as the screen reads “Text message from Liv Morgan.”

[end part thirty-eight of ?]

Part 39: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727672324530307072/absolute-smokeshow-part-39-of-you-rhe-and

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