Requests are closed for a few days! I only write for members of The Judgment Day as of right now. All readers are considered fem!readers. If I say I am uncomfortable with a request, I WILL NOT WRITE IT.
smut (*)
fluff (+)
angst (^)
THE JUDGMENT DAY
Rhea Ripley
the prettiest flower (+)
you’ll regret it (slight poly!judgment day) (*)
trial run (*)
up nxt interrupted (*)
happy birthday, mami! (+)
dark!rhea makes you change in front of her drabble (*)
I know it's been a while, but just something that's been in my mind lately :)
warnings: smut, sexual themes, sexual language, language in general, nude photography, suggestive hockey stick stuff..., penetration, oral, fingering, slight spitting, etc.
word count: 4,786 ...
Minors DNI!!!
Reader's POV
"Fuckin' hell, honey..." Tim let out a rough breath, his calloused fingers swiftly clicking the shutter on the small camera he owned to capture the sight before him. He had asked for one particular gift for his birthday, one he could do himself: nude photos of me and his lucky hockey stick.
Now, as I sat here naked and shivering, laid on his messy bed with his hockey stick positioned between my breasts, the blade covering my pussy, I gave a trembling whine as he clicked a few more photos. "Timmy, c'mon! It's cold!"
"Baby," He chuckled softly and reached out to situate the stick before hitting the shutter on the camera again. "Let me just get a few more and then I'll warm you up, eh?"
It felt like he'd been going at this for ages now. I could have sworn I'd been posed all over his small bedroom with his hockey stick for nearly an hour at this point. "Humor me, sweetness." His signature dopey grin crossed his face as he moved around my form on the bed to get each and every angle.
Just a few minutes later, I was moved into a new position: on all fours, my ass in the air, and my hardened nipples pressed right against the blade of the stick that was flat on the bed. "Fuck-.... yeah, that's it." Tim fought back a groan, a strangled cough used to disguise it, though his hand easily reached to feel my sensitive skin without restraint. His thumb gently slid through the folds of my pussy, briefly circling and pressing on my clit before pulling away just as quickly. The sound of the camera shutter was all that was heard for a minute or so, and then I gasped.
"Timmy!" I sucked in a sharp breath at the familiar sensation. Warm, sticky, wet... His glob of saliva was spat directly onto my entrance and was now trickling through my folds to puddle around my clit.
"What? You look so pretty like this," Tim smirked and snapped a few more photos, making sure to get my spit-covered pussy in the shot. "...all spread open and coated in my spit." His fingers dipped into my folds once more and spread my lips apart to shoot a clearer photo of my soaked clit, a sticky drop of saliva dribbling down onto the shaft of the hockey stick. "Fuck-..."
I could already feel the intense heat in my cheeks as they tinged pink at his low groan of appreciation for the sight in front of him. A soft squelch sounded in the quiet room, my pussy clenching reflexively at his proximity, resulting in a few timid squirms from my antsy form. “I don’t like this position,” I humphed in a stubborn manner and shifted to sit up on my knees before he could stop me.
Tim came up beside the bed and set his camera down, bracing his hands on either side of me instead to cage me against the mattress. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you need a bit of convincing? Huh, sweetie?” He wore his charming smirk as his head dipped down to trail a few kisses up and down my neck, drawing a sweet whine from my lips. I instinctively reached out to rest my hands on his arms, curling my nimble fingers into the fabric of his cut-off band shirt to keep him as close as possible. I absolutely adored having him within constant reach.
“… mm-.... I just-... Do you really need photos of my pussy up close?” I let out a little huff, though I was quickly soothed once more as his warm, gentle pecks scattered across my throat and down to my breasts where my pretty nipples were quickly hardening again. His lips wrapped around one nipple, a gentle nip of his teeth, then he released it before doing the same with the other.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed out in a low moan, darting his tongue out to lick a slow stripe up between my breasts, tracing a wet trail up and then down the line of my stomach towards my core. Instinctively, my thighs swiftly shut as a chill shuddered down my spine, but his calloused hands just as easily spread them back open. My fingers threaded through his hair the instant he leant down to plunge his tongue into my pussy, a soft whimper falling from my lips, overshadowed by his own mumbled groan, “Yeah, I need it… need every drop of this sweet cunt…”
I shifted on the sheets in a soft arch and gently tugged at his hair to keep him place, writhing in pure pleasure as his tongue swirled through my folds. The absolute bliss, though, came when he managed to hook the tip of the barbell on his tongue ring right under my clit, nudging the swollen bud with each flick and suck. “A-Ah!... Oh fuck-... Timmy-,” I moaned out in utter euphoria, jolting and spasming at the rapid flicks against my clit before he pulled away with a knowing smirk.
“Convinced yet, honey?” He chuckled and stood back up to his full height to grab the camera again, his other hand grabbing his hockey stick to find a new position for it against my naked, and now flushed, body.
“You’re evil.” I pursed my lips and shuffled off of his bed to meander my nude form about his bedroom, purposely moving out of his reach.
Tim let out a quiet laugh and immediately came after me to deliver a playful swat to my ass as I toddled away from him. “You’re just mad that your little pussy gets all drooly for me,” he smirked.
“Wha-... No, it doesn’t!” I tried to protest, but I was quickly silenced.
“Oh, no? Then, what’s that, babygirl?” Tim quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me back against his chest while his other hand swiped between my thighs to collect the incriminating evidence: the glistening arousal smeared on my thighs from my “drooly pussy”, as he called it. “Mhm… that’s what I thought. It’s begging for me, huh?”
I wriggled out of his grip with a huff, petulantly crossing my arms over my breasts as I took a few more steps away from him and his teasing. “No-... that’s just your spit from earlier,” I tried to defend myself.
“Alright, sweetness. Whatever you have to tell yourself,” He grinned, patting the bed again to have me come back over to it. I hesitated out of spite for a moment before finally slinking back over and crawling onto the bed again. “Good girl,” Tim praised softly as he gently situated me into a kneeling position, the hockey stick planted vertically so that the blade of the stick was carefully sinking in between my pussy lips and the shaft went up between my breasts. I watched as he held up his camera again to take more photos of me in the position, though my cheeks flushed a little as I caught sight of the familiar tent in his jeans.
“Horndog,” I jabbed playfully with a soft laugh, relishing in the way he looked slightly taken aback for a brief second.
Tim quickly stepped closer to me with a teasing shake of his head. “Excuse me for liking the sight of my girl’s pussy rubbing all over my favorite stick.” He captured a few more photos, angled purposefully down at my pussy. “Besides…” His hand grabbed the shaft of the hockey stick and gently began to pull it back and push it forward with careful movements, effectively rubbing it right against my little clit. “I don’t think your pretty pussy minds one bit. Especially not if it knows it gets to be filled up with my cock after all this, huh?”
“I get your cock?” I asked almost immediately, coming off way more eager than I wanted to, but it’s not like it wasn’t obvious already. Shifting around, I lifted off of the hockey stick and laid back against his pillows on the bed, excitedly spreading my legs for him.
His low chuckle sounded throughout the room as he hastily took a photo of me in this position, his own tall and lanky form crawling onto the bed as well. “I said after this, you get my cock, honey. I still wanted a few more pictures of you,” He laughed quietly with a faint hum of appreciation to accompany his warm hand that was trailing its knuckles over my folds. “Think you can wait a little bit longer?”
With a petulant purse of my lips, I grabbed onto his hand near my core and eagerly pressed his fingers against my folds with more pressure, whimpering softly at the pleasure it produced. “How many more pictures do you need?” I practically mewled in desperation now.
“Patience, sweet thing,” Tim stifled a laugh and gazed down at me with an adoring smile. He pulled his hand away from me and quickly worked on situating his hockey stick again. This time, the end of the shaft was nestling into my pussy, my little hole clenching a bit. “Do you wanna try to take it, baby?” He asked in a softer tone.
“... inside?” I hesitated for a moment with a flicker of worry. I typically felt a stretch down there anyways due to his size, but I had never taken something so… stiff… down there.
“You don’t have to, honey, I just think it’d be a good photo.” He shrugged easily, refusing to press the shaft any further unless I agreed, though his free hand came up to slowly circle his thumb on my clit to soothe me a little.
I gave my own shrug in return and reached out to hold onto his wrist for a bit of comfort. “We can. Just go slow, please,” I hummed softly and he nodded in understanding.
“Of course, baby,” He murmured and carefully began to ease the shaft of the stick into my clenching hole, soothing me all the while with rubs on my clit and soft kisses on my thighs and hips. There was definitely a slight sting to the stretch, but nothing more than the usual I felt with Tim’s length. “That feel alright? You okay?”
“Yeah, just feels funny,” I giggled quietly and gently squeezed at his wrist in my grip as some sort of subconscious effort to make sure he was still right there in front of me. Tim gave a small nod and eased the shaft into me just a smidge more before he sat up to take the photos he wanted.
The room was filled with the sound of the camera shutter for a few moments, his tall form moving all around me to get his angles. “Reach down and spread yourself a little, sweetie… yeah-... fuck-,” he nearly growled as my fingers came down to spread my pussy lips apart, revealing the sight of the hockey stick shaft stretching my hole around it. “And maybe play with your clit-,” he cut himself off with a rough breath as I did as I was told, two of my manicured fingers circling and rubbing at my clit. His finger on the camera shutter practically spasmed as he took a plethora of photos to capture the sight. “So fucking pretty, babygirl…”
Tim moved about to obtain every angle of the photos he could think of before he finally set the camera down and smirked at me, “There, all done, beautiful.”
A soft hum of curiosity left my throat as I grasped onto the shaft of the hockey stick, intent on pulling it out of me, but a small spike of pleasure led me to pushing it back in. Then, my hands maintained a slow, careful pace with it. “It’s-... It’s kinda nice, Timmy,” I breathed softly and peeked up at him to catch his hand already down his unbuttoned pants, palming his dick. “Hey!” I immediately whined in protest, wanting to play with him myself.
“Easy there, pretty girl,” he groaned and pulled his hand out to stop my own hands from yanking his hockey stick out of me, his breathing ragged and rough as he gripped the shaft of the stick himself to continue the previous pace I had set. A few whines and whimpers promptly escaped from me as he toyed with my pussy. One of my hands reached down to rub at my clit again, though my eyes were stubbornly trained on the straining bulge in his pants. “Focus on this, baby. I wanna see you cum on my stick…. Please, honey,” Tim whispered unevenly.
A small shudder ran through me at his words and the way he took control of the stick’s movements, pushing and pulling, increasing to a pace he would typically use with his cock. I let out a string of soft moans and gasps, writhing softly under his attention and admiring gaze. “Timmy-... I need m-more,” I pleaded quietly and sucked in a breath, arching off the sheets the moment he pressed the shaft deeper to stroke the deepest spot within me, coaxing a sweet cry from me.
Without hesitation, Tim was adding to the sensations by leaning down and haphazardly beginning to suck at my clit. Or, at least half of my clit due to his distraction with moaning at my taste. “Oh my-... fuck, baby,” he groaned onto my clit, nibbling gently at it in retaliation before sucking it into his mouth again. “... this fuckin’ pussy, I swear…”
I couldn’t stop the weak giggle from leaving my lips at his groans of delight, managing to squirm a bit beneath his mouth to playfully try and pull away from him. He quickly put a stop to that, though.
“Quit it, honey. What the hell,” he huffed and yanked me closer to him by my hips. I could already detect the slight hint of frustration etched onto his face as he huffed at me before diving back in to makeout with my pussy. He always got like that. Too easily irritated if his touch wasn’t on my pussy when he wanted it there. It was the same reaction he constantly gave if it had been a few days without sex: grumpy, ticked off, and a little bit desperate.
“You’re such a grump,” I laughed quietly at his furrowed brows and reached down to gently thread my fingers into his platinum tufts, using the leverage to carefully grind my spit-soaked folds against his tongue. Tim gave a mere grunt of acknowledgement and sighed blissfully into my pussy, his hand working the hockey stick shaft into my cunt a bit faster and causing me to arch up in a jolt of pleasure. “Timmy… mm-...” I moaned softly at the increased pace, tightening my grip on his hair.
His teeth clamped over my clit in a gentle bite, nipping at the sensitive bud deliciously while his hands pulled me ever closer to his waiting mouth. “... wouldn’t be grumpy if you just let me at your pussy…” he gave another nip to my clit, a bit more vengefully this time.
“If I let you at my pussy, I’d never get away from you-” I started to say before he quickly cut me off.
“Damn straight, baby,” his words were punctuated with a purposeful, slow grind of the hockey stick shaft against my sensitive walls. “I’d happily spend the rest of my days buried in this sweet cunt and you know it.” His breath grew ragged for a moment as he pulled away, thick strings of spit connecting his lips to my pussy, quickly licked away by his tongue while he carefully pulled the hockey stick from my clenching hole. I was only granted a brief few seconds before his long, calloused fingers were swirling through my folds, spreading my lips apart, and sinking into my entrance. “I’d brand this pussy if I could,” Tim grunted lowly as his two fingers sank into me, immediately curling up to find my sweet spot. “Leave it smothered in my spit and cum… and I’d want my initials right here…” His thumb stroked over my bitten clit to mark the spot.
I let out a sharp gasp as the tips of his fingers quickly stroked along my walls and against that sweet spot, causing my eyes to flutter and roll for a moment before I processed his possessive words. “Y-You can’t just initial my clit, Timmy,” I whimpered shakily and a quiver racked my entire body as his fingers gently began to scissor and stretch within my hole, prepping me for his cock.
“Yeah, maybe not, but I can still leave bite marks on it and play with it til it’s all swollen,” he said stubbornly, rubbing a few swift circles over my clit to prove his point. “Besides,... I think we both know who takes care of this pretty pussy. It’s mine, whether you admit it or not, sweetness.” Tim’s words were now joined with a cheeky smirk growing on his face. His fingers pulled away from my folds with a soft squelching sound and my thighs shut as I timidly blocked his view while he talked of branding my pussy.
However, all thoughts of hiding my pussy were quickly diminished as he worked to swiftly undress himself. His cock was already hard, lined and glinting with his intimate piercings: the beloved Prince Albert and his newest addition, a Jacob’s ladder. I immediately sat up and shifted onto my knees, climbing over some of the messy blankets on his bed to eagerly grasp his cock in my hand.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he chuckled and gently removed my hand from his length to place it down on the bed before he used his own hand to hold his cock, lazily stroking at it for me to see. “You never let me play with your pretty pussy for as long as I want, so why should I let you play with my cock, huh?” He teased with a sly smirk, knowing full well just how much I loved to spend time on his member. Kissing, sucking, stroking, playing with the piercings, rubbing it through my arousal-slick folds and pushing the tip inside before pulling it out again… Hell, nothing beat the feeling of his frenum ladder rubbing over my clit. Each ridge of the six barbells beneath his flushed skin assaulting my sensitive bud over and over…
“Timmy, that’s so not fair!” A scoff left my lips as my own desperate frustration began to wind up. I made one more attempt at grabbing his cock, but when he blocked me again, I flopped back against his pillows in irritation. Yet through my dramatics, something caught my eye: Tim’s camera on the nightstand.
I snatched the device off the bedside table with a grin and clicked it on, immediately being met by one of the many photos he had taken of me just earlier, bare and pretty next to his hockey stick. I swiftly angled the lens at him and clicked the shutter to snap multiple photos of his own bare form.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Tim laughed with a grin before moving to tackle me on the bed, carefully easing the camera from my grip to go through and delete the photos I had taken of him. Using the distraction to my advantage, I giddily grasped onto his hard cock and leaned up onto my elbows to take the tip into my mouth, eagerly suckling on it and whimpering in bliss. “Baby-.... fuck, honey, wait-” he grunted, threading one of his hands into my hair, but not pulling me away. I practically giggled with a mouthful of his cock and trailed my eyes up his stomach and chest to his face that was contorted in a breathless groan.
I gave one strong suck to his length before pulling off with a gasp, grinning up at him as some spit dripped down my chin and onto my breasts. “... mm-... love your cock, Timmy…” I hummed sweetly and gave a small lick to his tip.
“Yeah-... yeah, I know you do, sweetie.” Tim’s voice was rough and his breath now ragged, his hand in my hair gently pulling me back up his body where his lips hungrily met mine. I kept a stubborn grip on his cock while sweetly meeting his kisses with my own, a quiet mixture of soft whimpers and gasps escaping me.
One of his hands gently removed mine from his cock before he easily maneuvered me onto my back again as he hovered over me. “... a-ah…. please…” My words came out in a soft breath, completely focused on the way the head of his cock was sliding through my slick folds, nudging at my swollen clit and slipping into my clenching hole every few seconds.
“... fuckin’-... yeah, honey… take it, there you go…” Tim grunted out as he finally eased his cock into my cunt to the hilt. Our breaths combined in ragged gasps and sighs of pleasure as my walls clenched around him, his hips automatically jerking into me and his head lowering to rest in the crook of my neck. Faint pink streaks were already beginning to form on the flesh of his toned back due to my fingernails digging in at the perfect sensation of being split open on his cock. “... mph-... you and your damn talons, baby,” he chuckled roughly, nearly out of breath as he felt the way my pussy clamped down on him.
I let out soft pants of hot air against his ear the moment his hips began a slow rhythm of rocking into me, skin kissing skin with each thrust. “O-Oh-... Timmy-... need more-” My quiet whine was quickly cut off by his gentle shushing, his cock pressing deeper into me to stroke his Prince Albert right against that sweet spot, my back instantly arching off the bed with a sharp gasp of bliss.
“I know, baby… fuck-, I know… just let me get you there, pretty girl…” His voice was strained and gruff as he positioned his big hands on my body. One slid up to gently hold the back of my neck, keeping me from moving away and making sure my head didn’t tilt away from him. His other hand slipped under my waist to the small of my back where he used a bit of force to position me into an arch, ensuring I would feel each and every movement of his cock fucking into me. “Let me work you up to it…”
A stubborn whine nearly fell from my lips at his words. Tim’s brand of sex was intricate. He could take any of multiple tangled paths that all led to the same ending, but the level of teasing and drawing out was what always got me. Every round of sex was a guaranteed orgasm with him, however, I loved it most when he would edge me just enough so that when his cock sunk into me with a final, deep thrust, I would quiver and tremble and spasm. Juices would gush from my overstimulated pussy and I would squirt… It was pure bliss whenever he got me there.
“Talk to me, honey-... a-ah…” He managed to grunt out while pistoning his hips at an even faster pace, his grip on my neck tightening a tad to make me look up at him. “... talk to me… p-please, I need to hear you…”
His words called me out of my hazy thoughts, my gaze finally meeting his own clouded eyes. I felt my body give a small spasm from the sheer pleasure he was radiating through me and my pussy clamped around his cock like a vice. “... j-just wanna come, I w-wanna come, Timmy,” I mewled desperately in a quiet, needy plea, my chest heaving slightly as I arched up even more.
He quietly cursed under his breath and used his hand under my back to hoist me up against him. I draped my arms around his shoulders with a faint whimper and he was swiftly flipping us over. With his back now pressed against the mattress and me on top of his chest, he maneuvered my legs into a bent position on either side of his stomach before using his own legs to thrust up into me at a deeper angle. I instantly went limp against his sturdy chest, sweet whimpers sounding from my lips before he quieted them down with a hungry kiss. “Hold it for me, baby… just take it a little bit longer…”
I tried to distract myself from an instant orgasm by biting at his lip as he kissed me, but my pussy was fluttering wildly around his cock. The sensations of his intimate piercings created a blinding hot pleasure as the barbells rubbed along my walls, in and out, over and over. “... o-oh fuck-...” I panted out, everything about my tone and breaths now registering at a higher pitch, my body tensing up as I tried to hold off. “I can’t-... I-I can’t, Timmy-”
And with that, I unraveled. White hot pleasure consumed me, my body spasming and tensing and arching in sheer bliss. A sweet cry of ecstasy that sounded his name spilled from my lips before I went limp against his chest.
Tim grunted out a long string of strained curses at the intense sensation of my pussy coming around his cock while he continued to fuck into me, the soft pants escaping me fanning across his chest. He hurried to pull my head up towards him to muffle his own moan of pleasure in a bruising kiss. With his tongue exploring my mouth and his hips giving one final jerky thrust, he buried into my cunt as deep as he could. The sound of his groan reverberated through me and I felt my nipples harden against his chest, a shiver running down my spine as his warm cum flooded into me. “Fuck, I love you…” He mumbled into the kiss, softening his attack on my mouth by the second to soothe me down from the high.
“... mm-... I-I love you…” I faintly whined back, my eyes fluttering shut as he dragged his cock through me in a few slow strokes, one of his hands reaching down to gently rub over my clit with a feather light touch. I nearly jolted at the sensitivity. “Timmy,” I breathed out and gave a sharp flinch from the overwhelming sensation of his frenum ladder rubbing against my walls.
“Shh, baby…” He cooed softly and continued the slow rhythm of his hips. “You took that so well… you always take my cock so well,” he added with an arm wrapping around my hips to pull me down even further on his cock, effectively packing his cum back into me.
I relaxed against his chest to catch my breath for a moment, but he quickly caught my attention again. He was reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing the camera once more. The quiet beep signaled that he had turned it on before he angled the lens at me and clicked the shutter to capture the scene of me completely sated and pliant on his chest, full of his cum and plugged with his cock. “Such a pretty girl for me, huh?”
I gave a weak smile and giggled as he clicked a few more photos of me. Finally sitting up with a soft gasp as I sunk down on his cock again, he was instantly angling the camera down at the connection of our hips. “Timmy, you already got plenty of photos!” I laughed as he continued to click the shutter to take more photos of me.
“Honey, I don’t have damn near enough photos of you yet. Now, hold still,” he teased and carefully flipped us over, easing me down onto the bed and slowly pulling out of me, capturing pictures of every single inch sliding from my pussy before his cum was spilling out instead. “So pretty...”
Nearly the rest of the night was spent with him finding every pose possible to put my nude figure in, taking all new photos of me with his hockey stick now that his cum was leaking from my pussy as well. It was an alternating cycle of being photographed and being filled with his cock, over and over, until we finally fell asleep in his messy bed, exhausted and sated from a night well spent.
all that's going through my head after summerslam is that one time a fan yelled out "She's gonna spank that ass, Dom!" when Rhea was mad that Dom lost his North American Championship and I'm like yeah..... she IS gonna spank that ass now....
do you know of any Rhea centric discord groups that are open to new members? For keeping up with developments and such? I’m in Europe and almost never get to watch the shows live (unless I don’t sleep lol)
i'm actually not a part of any discord groups and I never have been so I don't know much about them! I'm sorry! I hope you're able to find something, though! if you find one, feel free to let me know as well :) maybe I'll check it out!
also, i probably should've specified this earlier and that's completely on me, but I don't write about sub!rhea, any pregnancies (minus breeding kinks), or people from the wrestlers' personal lives such as spouses because I try to focus on the judgment day as their WWE characters that they portray for the most part. Thanks for understanding! I'll make up a request rules type of thing and pin it up for y'all :)
Been thinking about Judgement Day x cheerleader!reader like they’ll be absolutely wrecking someone inside the ring and reader is busy looking pretty with a pair of pom-poms in the air
i don't know if you're the same person, but i got an ask about this not too long ago and I've started working on it and i'm excited!! it's such a cute prompt
