#absolute smokeshow

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Shawn Hatosy in the making of Ready or Not 2: Here I Come featurette

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Check in with your girlfriend in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Social anxiety, cannabis (weed) mention

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 86 of ?): Mami Bear

The stiffness and pain in her elbow was the first sensation Rhea felt upon waking. She groaned, refusing to open her eyes to the sunlight and turning over to her other side to remove the pressure on her arm. The warm body she had turned to shifted in bed and she moved closer instinctively, nuzzling her face between two shoulder blades and inhaling a strangely unfamiliar scent.

Rhea’s eyes flew open as she pulled away and Thea Hail’s sleeping figure was the very first thing in the Eradicator’s field of vision. After a few seconds of panic, trying to shake off the haze of sleep in order to recall how the younger woman had appeared in her bed, she remembered Thea seeking refuge last night. She let out a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge that she hadn’t sought out her rival’s girlfriend (well, now ex-girlfriend, she supposed) for a revenge fuck.

Rhea shifted closer to the nightstand on her side of the bed, picking up her phone to check her messages and the time. Still morning, so no need to rush on checking out. Messages from her girlfriend and Damian, but nothing from Dom. She frowned at the screen, trying not to overthink as she opened the texts.

The usual combination “good morning” and “I love you” text from her girlfriend lessened her frown as she responded with the same, then asked how the indie show went.

Damian’s message, on the other hand, was a photo and caption that almost made Rhea laugh loud enough to wake her guest, furious giggles erupting from her chest. Muffling her laughter with her pillow, she waited until the giggle fit was over before looking at the message once again:

Finn Balor - a veritable demon in the ring and always on his guard - dead asleep, ass in the air, and clothes halfway off as he slumped at a 45 degree angle over the armrest of a hotel couch he was drooling all over. It was obvious he had fallen asleep immediately following some sex act or other, and Damian’s attached comment read: “So that’s a “no” on cuddling after?”

“Didn’t know you’d perfected the Go To Sleep during your off hours!” Rhea sent as a reply, smiling at her own joke.

Opening the messages between her and Dom, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to send him a message first; never mind that she’d rarely had to up to this point. While she was typing, Rhea’s phone went off in her hands, heralding Damian’s reply:

“CM Punk is nothing compared to my dick”

Rhea cackled loudly this time, only remembering she was trying to stay quiet once her laughter had already disturbed the calmness of the room. The woman next to her immediately began to stir at the sound, stretching underneath the covers and turning to her other side. Opening her eyes, Thea blinked at her hostess with a slight confusion and curiosity.

“‘Morning,” Rhea said, hitting send on the message to Dom before setting down her phone. “Didn’t mean to wake you. There’s still time if you need to sleep more.”

Hand instinctively reaching for the cut on her head, Thea stopped herself from scratching when she felt the butterfly bandages.

“S’okay,” she mumbled, yawning. “What’s up?”

“Damian is a regular comedian,” Rhea said, shaking her head and watching the blonde grimace as she sat up. “How are you doing?”

Thea stretched cautiously, expression contorting in pain every now and then as she assessed her injuries. The bruises that had blossomed on her arms gave her pause.

“I’ll heal enough in time for the next show,” Thea sighed finally. “I just… I feel so stupid for thinking Jacy ever cared about me” - her voice faltered as she tried to fight back tears - “She threw me out the second I stopped helping her hurt people and now… I have no idea what to do.”

“Hmm,” Rhea hummed, brow knit as she began to think.

Jacy was planning on striking against her and Thea at some point in the nebulous future. Currently, Rhea wasn’t in the best condition to defend the blonde herself, but she was still capable of being a formidable force if necessary; particularly since Jacy had injuries of her own that leveled the playing field.

After a moment of thought, Rhea’s face suddenly relaxed into a smirk.

“I might have an idea.”

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“Hey there, beautiful,” Rhea greeted you with a smile, her voice emanating from your laptop.

“Hey babe,” you replied, delighted to have an impromptu video chat with your girlfriend. “What’s up?”

“Missing you,” Rhea admitted, licking her lips in a way that made you focus on her tongue. “I would go into more detail, but I don’t want to make my new friend here uncomfortable.”

“New friend?” you asked, curious.

Rhea waved over someone offscreen and a familiar, dirty-blonde curtain of hair entered the frame.

“Thea?!”

You didn’t know who you expected to see, but it wasn’t her.

“What happened?” you asked immediately, noticing the bandages on her head and a few bruises.

“Bad break-up. But I’m okay, thanks to Rhea,” she smiled gratefully at your girlfriend.

“She’s under the protection of the Judgment Day,” Rhea assured you before pausing to consider something for a moment and frowning. “Though I guess this means we’ll have to make JD a real member…”

“Which one is JD again?” Thea asked sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to everyone when we head out,” Rhea promised.

Seeing Thea happily away from Jacy Jayne relieved a nagging anxiety that had never quite left since the night you’d met her. No one deserved to be stuck in such a manipulative relationship, least of all the sweet ray of sunshine that beamed at you from the screen. Now, with the Judgment Day by her side, Thea was safe - freeing up your anxiety to focus full-force on your lack of a job and tentative living situation.

“You okay, love?” Rhea asked, seeing the worry on your face.

“Just job stuff,” you sighed. “Rent is due soon and I haven’t heard back from anywhere I applied to.”

“That sounds really stressful,” Thea piped up when your girlfriend seemed at a loss for what to say.

“It is,” you admitted, “But I’m not the only one having trouble; even the local indie wrestling scene is struggling to get enough of a following to afford a venue.”

Rhea’s furrowed brow relaxed and you could practically see the lightbulb pop up over her head as she settled into a knowing smile.

“So if someone were to, say, offer her services” - she casually gestured in your direction - “securing a special guest or two” - her hand alighted on her own chest - “they might start making enough to hire her?”

You stared incredulously at your girlfriend’s image on screen, one finger pointing at you.

“Wh- can you even do that?” you squeaked. “The Judgment Day is signed to WWE!”

“So we won’t wrestle and we won’t get paid,” Rhea said casually. “I bet you’ll get droves that come in just to look at us.”

“You really don’t have to. I would never ask-“

“Which is why I offered,” your girlfriend pointed out, smile widening.

All this just to get you a job that didn’t even exist yet? Was that even possible?

And wouldn’t this increase your chances of being in the public eye?

“… Can I think about it?” you asked, on the verge of feeling too overwhelmed to speak.

Rhea’s face fell, though she tried not to let it show. “Of course, love.”

A silence fell over the three of you before Thea piped up, addressing your girlfriend.

“When did you say we needed to check out again?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Rhea said before looking back at you. “I’ll talk to you later?”

You nodded.

“Love you,” she said with a smile.

“Love you,” you echoed back, waiting until the call ended before scrambling in the direction of Mari’s bong.

[end chapter eighty-six of ?]

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BETTY GILPIN in Zuhair Murad at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party in Los Angeles on February 9, 2020.

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Try to enjoy some downtime in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed), dirty talk, jealousy, blood, crying

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 84 of ?): Ring My Bell

One morning, you awoke ravenous to the most delicious smells; you wondered for a second if you had somehow fallen asleep in the kitchen, before sitting up and opening your eyes.

“Breakfast in bed?” you asked, more out of surprise than anything. “You spoil me.”

“I thought you could use it,” Marisol grinned as you eagerly grabbed a bit of food from one of the overflowing dishes on the tray she held on her lap. “Besides, I don’t have work tonight.”

The moment you took a bite, your eyes rolled back in your head at the taste before grabbing more.

“Want to come with me to a friend’s show?” Mari asked.

“Sure,” you replied after a bit more chewing. “What kind of show?”

“Remember that indie wrestling scene I mentioned?” She gauged your reaction as she continued. “A friend says they need more engagement, so I promised I would go support them.”

Now it wasn’t just your breakfast you needed to chew over before answering. It was already enough feeling guilty for not spending every spare moment looking for another source of income, but going out in public to a wrestling event?

Seeing your hesitation, she gently set her hand on your thigh. “No pressure.”

After a moment more of consideration - pitting logic against your anxiety - you took a deep breath.

“I’ll go with you,” you agreed, “On two conditions.”

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“Eres tan linda,” Mari reassured you, watching the way you kept fidgeting with the curls of the wig you were borrowing from her - condition one of your attendance being help with a disguise. Mari had also been kind enough to do your makeup in a way that made you look a bit less like yourself.

“Thank you. Do you have the-“ you began nervously, before she pulled condition two out of her bra to show you: a cigarette carton whose original contents had been replaced with beautifully-rolled joints.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you started scouting for a good smoking spot. After looking across the sparse array of parked cars, a nice, out-of-the-way alley materialized in your periphery; you pointed it out to your companion before venturing together toward the space.

Checking your phone as Mari started off the joint, you felt your face heating up when you read Rhea’s reply to the selfie of you in your disguise:

“Looks like Mami’s going to have to start dressing you up before she ruins you, doll. Suits you”

With the little black heart at the end, you read it in the sultry voice she used in bed and a thrill went up your spine. You typed your thanks, hitting send as the lit joint was handed to you.

“So how do you feel about PDA?” Mari asked as you slowly exhaled your first hit.

“I’m not opposed,” you replied, handing the joint back. “Why? Is this when I find out the local indie wrestling scene has some weird tradition where the audience make out instead of cheering or something?”

“I just wanted to make sure I asked ahead of time,” she laughed, giving you a confused look as she licked her thumb and passed it along the side of the paper that was burning too quickly.

“Hey, once I went to this slam poetry thing and they snapped instead of applauding,” you explained defensively. “Anything is possible.”

“Pues, now that I think about it, maybe we should make out instead of cheering,” Mari said, barely containing her amusement, “Just in case.”

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Looking at the photo of her disguised girlfriend and seeing a bit of Marisol’s crimson red hair in the background, Rhea felt restless. She was alone in her hotel room, Dominik having gone on a date with JD (he refused to call it a date, but it was going to be just the two of them getting to know each other over dinner.) Rhea did her best to send an appropriately complimentary message in response to her girlfriend, sighing as she hit “send.” She didn’t expect to hear much from either of her partners until tomorrow; neither one of them needed her tonight.

The ache in her chest drove Rhea to scroll through her contacts, trying to make plans to keep herself from fixating on any number of things her loves might be doing with other people. A few names stood out to her more than the others as she skimmed her phone’s address book:

Finn Balor. Probably having the night of his life now that Damian doesn’t have to worry about JD.

Shayna Baszler. They hadn’t really gotten along in their NXT days, but maybe now that Rhea had come out… but that was a long shot.

Cathy Kelley. Rhea smirked as she recalled her night with Cathy, but her smile faltered as soon as reporter’s confession came back to her: “That was the first time I came with someone else.” If she was going to spend the night with Cathy again, there was a fair chance the brunette might get too attached.

Liv Morgan. Not much of an option, given that the last time Rhea saw her, Liv was being taken to medical, courtesy of Rhea’s own brutality.

Groaning, Rhea threw her phone onto the bed nearby and ran her fingers through her hair, elbow resting on her legs. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t she just be happy for her partners and enjoy a night to herself?

As she stared at the hotel TV’s remote, contemplating whether she should order room service and cozy up with a movie or just walk over to the bar down the street, she heard a knock at her door. It was soft, and Rhea initially thought it may have just been someone walking past, luggage knocking against her door as they ambled down the hall.

A louder knock followed after a few moments, undeniable this time. Rhea stood up immediately, mind racing wondering who might be on the other side. By the time she was standing at the door, her fists were clenched, muscles reflexively preparing for a confrontation. Peering through the peephole, Rhea was surprised to see a familiar, nervous-looking blonde.

“Um, R-Rhea?” The muffled voice sounded tearful, as if each syllable was trying to hold back a sob. “Are you there?”

“One sec,” Rhea said, standing down from her defensive position as she quickly unlocked and opened the door.

Dried blood in her hair, knees scuffed, and one heel broken, the trembling woman standing in the doorway had mascara running down her cheeks, eyes glistening with the threat of more tears as she looked up at the Eradicator.

Without a word, Thea Hail threw her arms around a confused Rhea, breaking down into loud sobs.

[end part eighty-two]

Part 85: Cope Break

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Deal with a rude awakening in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed) mention, anxiety, panic attack, crying

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 83 of ?): Like A Jobber Without A Work

You awoke in a cold sweat, Marisol fast asleep beside you as you sat bolt upright, squinting in the sunlight.

What time was it?

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and tried to turn on the screen.

Nothing.

That’s when you realized you hadn’t plugged it in to charge overnight the way you normally did; yesterday had been so stressful, you’d smoked more than usual. By the time you went to bed, you were so baked, it must have slipped your mind.

Panic began to set in as you hesitated before tapping Mari’s phone to check the time.

You were hours late for work.

Shit.

Fumbling with your charger, your heart racing, your anxiety decided to give you a recap of your current situation:

Your girlfriend, whose communication skills left much to be desired, is famous enough that you cannot safely live in your apartment. As if this wasn’t enough, now you’d slept in long enough that you likely no longer had a job with which to pay rent. Most of your things were still in your apartment, and your damn. Phone. Won’t. Charge.

Trembling in your hand, your phone showed you nothing but your own reflection: the creases from the pillowcase you slept on imprinted on your face, outdone in prominence only by your knit brow.

“Mmn’sta pasando?” Marisol’s sleepy voice made you look up, wondering how you could have awoken her. That’s when you realized you were breathing in and out far too quickly.

“I’m- I’m late- late for work,” you tried to explain between ragged breaths, “I’m gonna- gonna lose my- my job-“

“Ay, cariño,” she whispered, pushing her hair out of her face to get a better look at you.

Suddenly your phone screen lit up and you tried to prepare yourself for the worst.

Three missed calls from work, a text, and a few e-mails all bombarded your notifications at once. Nothing left on voicemail, which was probably for the better; listening to someone firing you might make you pass out.

The text was from Dominik, but you were far too anxious to read it, opening up your e-mail instead.

“NOTICE OF TERMINATION” screamed the very first unread subject line in your inbox. Your heart sank as your vision blurred, hyperventilation breaking down into sobs.

“I’m here for you,” Mari said, moving her hand between the two of you on the bed - just close enough for you to reach if you wanted to. “Whatever you need.”

Whatever you needed?

What you really needed was a job, or - if that wasn’t possible - a place to stay while you found one. And a place to keep all your things. How could you ask for any of that? The last thing you wanted was to overstay your welcome, or move too quickly with Marisol. Rhea travelled so often… Maybe one of your friends?

Tears trailed down your cheeks, landing on the bedsheets as you sobbed harder, still reeling from the sudden uncertainty. It was then that you took Mari’s hand and squeezed tightly. She squeezed back, sitting with you as you picked up your pillow with your free hand and cried into it.

It was a few minutes before you could calm down. By the time you did, you could tell Marisol was fighting the urge to go back to sleep.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling her in for a hug. “I’ll let you rest more, just… thank you.”

The warm, sleepy smile on her face when you pulled away was adorable, half-lidded eyes looking into yours as she brought your hand up to her lips and planted a kiss on your knuckles. By the time you stood, walking toward the doorway, you could hear slow, even breaths that told you Mari had already fallen back asleep.

Once you had set up in the living room, you checked the text Dom had sent you around midnight.

“I know it’s late, but Rhea wanted me to tell you: Jacy and Thea jumped her after the show. She’s okay, just needs to rest her arm for a few weeks.”

A different kind of worry fueled you as your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out your response:

“Can I do anything to help?”

Waiting for a reply, you began to realize how unlikely it was that you could help your girlfriend at all. Your financial situation was up in the air, which meant your living situation would soon follow suit - not to mention the fact that you were currently in emotional disarray trying to process it all. Did you have anything left to offer her aside from a familiar face?

Your phone screen lit up surprisingly quickly with the answer:

“When are you free for a video chat? She hurts too much to text right now and misses you”

“I’m free now or whenever else” you typed, pausing for a moment before adding “I just got fired” and hitting send. As much as you didn’t want to give Rhea anything else to worry about (and, if you were honest, admit your failure to do something as simple as wake up on time), she and Dom were both going to be able to tell that you had been crying once you showed up on a video call. You would have to mention it eventually, anyway.

“Are you sure you’re up for a video chat?”

Dominik replied.

“It’s not like I’m going to get any less unemployed any time soon” was your retort.

A moment later, you were gazing at your girlfriend, her arm in a sling. Dom was sitting next to her and gave you a small wave, which you returned.

“It’s just a fractured elbow; It’s not that bad,” Rhea insisted, seeing your brow knit in worry, “They were trying to give me the same injury I gave Jacy, but she’s going to be laid out longer than I am. I don’t even need a cast!” - the proud look on her face quickly turned into a concerned one - “How are you, love?”

“… Really stressed,” you admitted, trying and failing to keep a nervous laugh from bubbling up, “I don’t know if I can find a new job in time to keep my apartment.”

Rhea and Dominik exchanged a look you didn’t understand until Rhea spoke.

“You can always stay at mine if you end up needing to, babe.”

Somehow, you hadn’t expected the offer; your girlfriend travelled so much, you hadn’t even really thought of her as having her own permanent residence anywhere. With another option available to you now, a bit of your stress subsided.

“Thank you so much, babe,” you smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” Rhea said, looking more than anything like she wanted to hold you. “I’m sorry things have been so hectic lately.”

Dom seemed like he was about to say something, but reached out and gave Rhea’s hand a squeeze instead.

“You have nothing to apologize for; I’ll get through this,” you said with more confidence than you felt. “We all will.”

[end part eighty-three of ?]

Part 84: Ring My Bell

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Watch your metamour’s title match in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

(Yes, I am aware I already have a fic by this title. No, I do not care.)

Warnings for this section: Social anxiety, manipulation/gaslighting, parasocial relationships, dubcon ass-slapping, cannabis (weed) mention

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 74 of ?): Locker Room Talk

After watching Dominik do stretches and warmups, talking about anything that came to mind to make him (and yourself) feel more at ease, and listening to the Judgment Day and JD give him pep talks, you were wishing Dom good luck and sitting in full view of the locker room television. There were a few other wrestlers milling around, but they were either otherwise occupied or avoiding you. Because of whatever people say about your girlfriend? Because of what the media is saying about you? Because you aren’t part of the show, despite being in the locker room?

You tried to put the thought out of your mind as the match began on the screen in front of you.

There was just enough time for you to see Rhea on the sidelines, before Trick Williams rapidly gained the upper hand with a few blows. The two men grappled before Dom got a kick in and you quickly found yourself invested in a way you hadn’t been before. There was something about the match that began beautifully, like a dance, almost. The rhythm and movement enthralled you in the moments between pauses, to the point where you were gasping in awe and chuckling in wonder instead of cheering. Maybe you hadn’t experienced the sport like this before because the only matches you had been interested in watching had been Rhea’s. Your mind went directly into the gutter when you saw her fighting, especially with the way she pinned her opponents.

And now? Strangely enough, you were beginning to understand why someone might risk fame for the chance at doing something like this.

You were watching the screen so intently, the sudden appearance of Jacy Jayne in your vision made you jump.

“My girl and I just won,” she sneered, leaning in to grab her bag from the locker next to you before whispering, “How about you and yours?”

Glancing at the screen again, trying to ignore her at first, you smiled at what was happening.

“See for yourself,” you told her, gesturing to the television just in time to make her turn to watch the Judgment Day celebrating and running up to Dom before the replay reel. Your heart swelled with happiness watching your girlfriend cheer and throw an arm around her boyfriend.

“Hey, what’re we watching?” Jacy’s excitable tag team partner from earlier bounced into the locker room, holding a freshly-filled water bottle. Noticing you, she didn’t even wait for an answer before saying, “Hi! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Thea” - she reached out and shook your hand vigorously - “Are you new to NXT?”

Jacy scoffed.

“That’s just Rhea Ripley’s newest little toy,” she told Thea, who now seemed uncertain how to act toward you and settled for imitating her tag team partner’s current pose - arms crossed, leaning away slightly.

“Doesn’t even realize she’s being played,” Jacy continued, “It’s pathetic. You want to know what everyone says about Rhea?” - she was addressing you now - “She’s only nice to the people she uses. Minion, distraction, press stunt - you’re at least one of those. You’ll be old news soon enough.”

The screen - now showing Dom holding the title and all four members of the Judgment Day with their arms around each other - came back into full view as the two women walked away, passing a slightly breathless JD McDonagh in the doorway. Something about Jacy’s comment seemed very specific. It was difficult to know exactly why, until you watched her and Thea depart.

“Come on, sexy,” Jacy said as she held the door open, giving Thea’s ass a hungry look before smacking it, “I’m going to show you how grown-ass women celebrate a win together.”

The last you saw of Thea, she was glancing back at you, looking conflicted as Jacy’s arm snaked around her waist.

“Hello?” it wasn’t until JD waved his hand in front of you that you realized he had been trying to talk to you this entire time, “Are you okay?”

“Jacy is awful,” you groaned, trying to ignore the fact that you were second-guessing yourself thanks to her comments, “Doesn’t anyone realize what she’s doing?”

“Shit, did she try to rough you up?” JD asked, giving you a quick once-over for signs of blood or swelling.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you tell him, despite the uneasiness at your core, “I mean, she wasn’t nice… but someone needs to get her away from Thea.”

“HR won’t intervene unless she says she wants to get away from her partner,” JD said, “Besides, that’s not our job; we’re focused on making sure the Judgment Day remains the most dominant faction in the WWE.”

“We’re also focused on keeping Rhea’s girl safe,” Damian huffed, glaring at JD as Rhea, Dom, and Finn walked in behind him, “Y no hables como eres parte de nuestro grupo.”

“Go easy on him, babe,” Finn said softly, putting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “He’s helped a lot today” - Finn lowered his voice, lust dripping in every word - “Think of how good it’s going to be when we celebrate later, just the two of us.”

JD looked slightly uncomfortable at this particular method of persuading Damian to go easy on him, but wasn’t about to complain when Damian’s attention shifted to Finn instead.

“Principe mío,” he muttered, caressing Finn’s face and leaning in to whisper something none of you could hear. JD sat down by the door, awkwardly waiting for the group’s next move as your girlfriend and metamour approached you.

“So, did you see Dom’s big win?” Rhea asked, sitting down next to you and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“I did! Congrats on getting your title back,” you said, addressing Dom as he strutted toward the two of you with his title belt over one shoulder.

“How did you want to celebrate, babe?” Rhea asked him as he sat down on the other side of her.

He considered the question for a moment as you let the weight on your shoulders relax you a bit. Unfortunately, the situation with Jacy and Thea seemed to have left an uncalmable anxiety in your stomach, slightly different from what you had been feeling for the majority of today. You needed a joint.

“Can we get some munchies and go smoke?” Dom seemed to be asking you as much as Rhea, knowing you were the only one with a supply.

“You actually read my mind,” you laugh.

“Let’s do it,” your girlfriend agreed, giving both of you a kiss on the cheek before standing, turning, and putting out both of her hands to pull the both of you up at once.

“Next thing you know, she’ll be bench-pressing them,” Damian jokes, “Go ahead, I’ll spot you.”

“How about you bring the car around instead?” Rhea responded, rolling her eyes despite having initially smiled at the comment, “We’re going on a snack run.”

[end part seventy-four of ?]

Part 75: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/753746500888166400/absolute-smokeshow-part-75-of-fast-feud

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See what your girlfriend is up to in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Jealousy, dirty talk, exhibitionism, groping, biting, possessive sex, praise, cheating, little bit of somno

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 79 of ?): Monday Night Mami

With every passing day, the monster within her grew more and more restless.

You should be fighting, it growled.

Show her what happens when she tries to get near what’s yours.

Rhea did everything she could to drown it out: training until she exhausted herself, fucking Dom until she exhausted him, extra-loud death metal - but the monster never slept. As soon as Tuesday rolled around, she was going to beat Jacy Jayne within an inch of her life.

Rhea shook her dark tresses, trying to stay level-headed and in the present. She was currently backstage at RAW - uncharacteristically alone, as she had encouraged Dom to join the rest of the Judgment Day for post-show drinks and other shenanigans. Rhea would still have about a day’s wait before she could get a match against Jacy - the perfect outlet for her mixed feelings regarding her girlfriend having slept with another woman - but the moment the door in front of her opened, she knew the figure walking toward her would be the perfect distraction in the meantime.

“Cathy Kelley,” Rhea smirked, pushing off from the wall she had been leaning on and eyeing the way the brunette’s outfit hugged her curves, “Is there anything you don’t look tempting in?”

“Ms. Ripley-“ Cathy began, before the raven-haired woman closed the space between them.

“No need to be so formal,” Rhea insisted, a finger gently but firmly pressing against Cathy’s lips as she continued in a whisper, “You can call me Mami.”

Cathy’s body language changed from flustered to coquettish as soon as she heard the seriousness in those words.

“What can I, uh,” Cathy batted her eyelashes as her hand alighted on Rhea’s shoulder, looking directly into the other woman’s hungry gaze, “What can I do for you?”

Rhea’s grin widened, the monster within her scratching at the surface as she moved her hands to Cathy’s waist.

“So glad you asked.”

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Rhea hadn’t taken her eyes or hands off Cathy since the brunette had offered to pay for a ride so the both of them could retire to the privacy of Cathy’s hotel room. Rhea had to give their driver credit for remaining perfectly safe and respectful, despite the fact that she was sure he’d heard every single one of Cathy’s attempts at muffling the sounds she made as Rhea shamelessly groped and fondled her. Rhea’s lips found Cathy’s mouth as often as they did her neck, whispering dirty promises and depraved compliments in her ear between bites and kisses.

Rhea slid some extra cash across the center console to the driver as a tip when he dropped them off at the hotel.

“Thanks, mate,” she said before getting out, closing the car door, and putting a rough, possessive arm around Cathy.

The moment the two of them were alone in the elevator, Rhea’s hand dipped down between Cathy’s legs as she kissed her roughly. The desperate whine that escaped Cathy’s lips when those strong fingertips brushed against her panties was all the invitation Rhea needed to push her underwear to the side before sliding in one finger, then two. The whimpers coming from the woman she held made Rhea smirk as she expertly pumped her fingers in and out of that clenching wetness.

“Mami,” Cathy moaned, gripping the shirt of the woman inside of her, intoxicated by her touch, “Yes! Yes-!”

Rhea muffled the sounds that threatened to give them away with a kiss, her conquest writhing against her as she came. Cathy whispered “oh wow” and Rhea brought her fingers to her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue as the elevator gave a pleasant “ding,” announcing it had arrived at their floor.

“Are you always so vocal during your “private interviews”?” Rhea teased, putting her arm around the flushed woman when she noticed her stumble.

“Honest answer?” Cathy asked, pointing to the door of her room as she giggled.

“Unless you want to be punished,” Rhea teased, steering the brunette in the right direction.

“No one has ever made me feel this good before,” Cathy admitted, looking through her purse for her keycard to avoid eye contact, “That was the first time I… came with someone else.”

Rhea couldn’t stop her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise, regaining her composure quickly as she took the card from Cathy’s fidgeting hands, the two of them standing at the door to her room.

“I’ll make sure it won’t be the last,” Rhea promised, unlocking and opening the door before gesturing for Cathy to enter first, “Just let Mami make you feel good, darling.”

Cathy’s sense of balance seemed to be returning as she put a bit of extra swing in her hips, knowing she was being watched. As soon as Rhea closed the door behind them, her hands and mouth gravitated back to the other woman’s body.

“You don’t need those clothes,” she growled against Cathy’s skin, pawing at the cloth that separated her from the tender, waiting flesh underneath.

Cathy stripped down to her bra and underwear as Rhea kicked off her shoes and shirt, stopping at the sight of her conquest half-naked and mesmerized by Rhea’s tattoos. Instinct took over, the stronger woman hoisting the other over her shoulder, moving over to the bed, and dropping her down onto the mattress.

Cathy squealed with delight as she was moved about like a rag doll, giggles turning to moans as Rhea removed the rest of both their clothes, groping Cathy as she did so.

“Bet you’re so fucking tasty,” Rhea purred, trailing bites and kisses all the way down to the whimpering woman’s thighs before taking her in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue against the throbbing wetness, hands creeping up to Cathy’s chest, Rhea felt the sweet sensation of someone submitting to her power and craved more.

“Looks like Mami’s always right,” she commented, running her tongue ring against Cathy’s clit a few more times before standing up.

Rhea moved the breathless woman underneath her, spreading Cathy’s legs as she did her own until their cunts kissed. She admired the view this position afforded her for a moment before grinding against the submissive woman entirely for her own pleasure. Cathy seemed to be having the time of her life regardless, eyes rolling back as she came with a shudder.

“Mami!” she moaned over and over, the pauses in her sounds of pleasure accompanying the tensing of her body and the growing slickness between them. Rhea had lost count of how many times she’d made her come by the time she was approaching her own orgasm.

“Oh get ready, baby,” Rhea moaned, tightening her grip on Cathy’s thighs, “Mami’s going to come all over your sweet fucking cunt.”

True to her word, Rhea let wave after wave rock her body, eyes closed as she focused on how amazing every movement felt. The wet sounds that accompanied her release told her she was dripping down into the other woman, the monster within her humming with satisfaction at the thought of claiming another so fully.

“Fuck,” Rhea sighed, smiling as she collapsed on the bed next to Cathy, “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Better,” she insisted, cuddling up to Rhea sleepily.

“Good girl.”

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The incessant buzzing of her phone woke Rhea in the darkness. Grumbling to herself, she threw off the blanket and followed the sound.

Dom was calling.

What time was it?

When her eyes moved to the bed, Rhea smirked at the sight of Cathy’s naked, sleeping form tangled in the bedsheets.

I must’ve really tired her out, she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The second the door closed, Rhea answered just before the call could go to voicemail.

“Dom, I thought-“ she said, stopping the second she heard a series of shuffling noises on the other end.

Really? A butt-dial? Rhea sighed, massaging her temples as she imagined a drunk Dominik Mysterio adjusting the purple bandana in his pocket and accidentally tapping his screen.

Then, just when she was about to pull the phone away from her ear and hang up, the sounds changed.

“Fuck.”

It was Dom. Moaning.

“Mmm, JD, please-“

Rhea’s phone dropped, her hand trembling in rage. The moment it hit the bathroom floor, the screen cracked, but the light from it still shone and the sounds on the other end of the line were still audible.

“-keep bein’ a good lad and I’ll-“

Rhea leaned down and viciously tapped the screen to end the call before she could hear more.

But it was too late.

The monster had awoken once more, and she needed an outlet.

Kicking her phone across the tile, Rhea threw open the door and prowled toward the bed.

“Cathy,” she called in a singsong tone, watching the woman twitch in her sleep.

Rhea pulled the blanket down and crawled on top of Cathy, kissing, licking, and biting at her neck until she was moaning, eyes fluttering open as she gripped the sheets.

“Wake up, you dirty girl,” Rhea growled in her ear, “Mami wants to play.”

[end part seventy-nine of ?]

Part 80: “Last Call”

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De-stress and re-stress in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, dirty talk, spanking, teasing, tickling, tearing of clothes, praise, biting, choking, collaring, possessive sex, parasocial interactions, social anxiety

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 76 of ?): Dom Dom

The next morning, you said your goodbyes, called out of work, and filled your tank with gas before starting your long trek back home. Merging onto the highway, you hummed along to the music to try and shake your anxiety about having used your last sick day when you weren’t even sick.

The drive back would take most of the day, meaning you couldn’t ease your anxiety in the usual way. As the road stretched out in front of you, you decided it was best to occupy your thoughts with something less stressful; and what better way than remembering what you did last night?

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“So, NXT North American Champion: how do you really want to celebrate?” Rhea had asked Dom as soon as the three of you were back at the hotel.

He looked away, blushing already, and muttered something neither one of you heard.

“Speak. Up.” Rhea’s tone was firm.

“I… I want, um, both of you to dom me,” he admitted, causing an immediate wordless exchange between you and Rhea.

She raised an eyebrow: “You up for it?”

You smiled shyly and nodded: “I want to, but I might need a little help.”

Dom missed your silent conversation entirely, looking back to see the both of you smiling.

“I think we should have our little boytoy do a striptease for us,” your girlfriend suggested with a smirk, looking your way, “Don’t you?”

“He’s so shy,” you respond, carefully gauging his reaction, “How do we know he’ll do it?”

“Easy: we don’t let him come unless he puts on the best show he can for us,” Rhea chuckled, watching Dom start to get hard before finally addressing him directly, “That means lap dances too, bitch.”

“Yes, Mami,” he breathed before turning to look at you, “And, uh, what should I call you?”

Rhea turned to await your response as well.

Not many titles sprang to mind, but there was one that seemed comfortable the more you thought about it.

“Call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dom replied excitedly.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Rhea told him, tapping her phone to turn on slow, sultry music, “Strip.”

Dom still seemed hesitant, face turning red, so you decided to encourage him. You stood, reaching out and grabbing his hand to help pull him up to his feet as well.

“We all know you look better without any clothes,” you said, grabbing onto his vest roughly, “Don’t keep us waiting.”

“Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress,” he replied, trying to hurriedly remove his clothes when you let go before Rhea stopped him.

“Slowly,” she ordered, moving his hips to the beat for him before he took over, “There’s my good boy.”

Watching Dom strip, you were surprised when Rhea gently pulled you down onto the bed to sit next to her. She gave you a kiss and you giggled, watching her coax a now half-naked Dominik toward the two of you with one finger.

“Show your Mistress what you can do,” Rhea instructed, giving his ass a hard slap as he turned to straddle you.

Dom getting flustered and blushing was something you had grown to expect - but what you didn’t realize was that you were now in that same position, unsure whether or not you should touch him or where as your face grew steadily warmer.

Noticing your pause, Dom gingerly lifted your hands and set them on his chest as his slight muscles continued to ripple with the movement of his torso. You slid one hand over to play with his nipple as the other moved down and traced the words inked across his rib cage. He whimpered at the pinch and then giggled at the light touch down his side.

“Oh, are you ticklish there?” you ask, pulling your hand back as he instinctively covers his tender skin, and adjusts his underwear, as you smirk, “Good to know.”

“Mami’s turn,” Rhea giggles, snapping the elastic on Dom’s boxers and watching him jump.

Before he could move onto her lap himself, she had grabbed and lifted him onto her with one fluid motion, as if he didn’t weigh a thing. Marveling at your girlfriend’s strength, you watched Dom try to give her a lap dance while she ran her tongue up his chest before sucking and biting on his nipples.

Her need to dominate him was carnal and you were practically drooling watching the two of them. A small, involuntary moan escaped your lips when you watched Rhea rip and tear his underwear off, teeth sunk deep into Dom’s shoulder as he whimpered frantically.

“Good boy,” she growled, shoving him down onto the bed, “Now let your Mistress enjoy you while Mami gets her strap.”

Looking up at you, Dom laid naked and awaiting your orders - or perhaps simply your touch. Before anything else, you remove your clothes, relishing the way he watched you. Then, pinning both hands above his head, you straddle and grind against him, leaning in for a kiss. Your other hand closes around his throat, making him moan and whine against your lips.

“You’re so much fun to play with pretty boy,” you whispered into Dom’s ear, giving his throat a squeeze before releasing him to hear his reply.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Mami’s back,” Rhea sang, elongating the last word. Turning around, the sight of your girlfriend wearing nothing but a strap-on greeted you, making you forget for a moment that you were domming. The items in her hand barely registered until she addressed you.

“Put this on him,” Rhea said, handing you Dom’s collar, “Keeps him deep in sub space.”

You nodded, doing as she suggested. Dom raised his head off the bed to let you secure the collar, looking deep into your eyes as he did. The change when you collared him was immediate, his expression relaxing, eyes dizzy with desire.

A squelch made you turn to Rhea again as you held Dom by the ring in his collar. Lube glistened on the tip of her strap and the palm of one hand as she closed the bottle with the other.

“Make room for Mami on the bed, darling,” Rhea told you, smile widening at the noise he made when you pulled Dom up as well.

Your girlfriend was sat down on the bed, ordering Dom to come closer. Once he was within arm’s reach, Rhea made him turn around before gently applying the lube and stretching him out with her fingers. Dom squirmed and whined as you approached him, slowly pressing your naked body against his when you leaned in to kiss Rhea.

“Now, Dom-Dom, be a good boy and sit on my strap,” she commanded as soon as her lips were free again, “Take it as deep as it’ll go.”

“Yes, Mami,” he whimpered as she removed her fingers, wiping them off on his discarded shirt.

The ease with which Dom took the toy inside of him was impressive as he bit his lip, slightly muffling the noises he made as he followed orders. Rhea had her strap buried deep inside him rather quickly.

“Your ass is mine,” she growled in his ear, “But your Mistress is going to be fucking you too” - she spoke to you now - “Go ahead and sit on his pathetic little dick; we’re going to use this fucktoy the way he was meant to be used.”

Rhea leaned back on her elbows as she watched you approach. You had the lube with you, squirting a bit in your hand to make sure Dom was slick enough. He whined at your touch, then louder when you turned around and teased him with a bit of grinding before taking all of him inside you.

Once you started riding Dom, Rhea began thrusting, creating a ripple effect with the momentum she gathered until you barely had to move your hips anymore.

“Mami… Mistress… You both feel… so good,” Dominik moaned underneath you.

Trying to keep your balance, you reached out on either side of you; one hand finding Rhea’s and the other touching Dom’s as the three of you continued undulating together with every thrust Rhea gave.

“Are you going to come for us, love?” she asked Dom as his moans grew more desperate.

A gentle caress of your hip.

Nails digging into your skin.

You stopped keeping track of who was doing or saying what, lost in how good you felt until you came, hard.

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Once the roads and signs became more familiar, you started to feel the many miles you’ve traveled and few stops you’ve taken in your aching muscles. When you finally pulled up to your building, a wave of anxiety hit as you remembered one of the comments you had read the other day.

“I think she lives in my same apartments?”

You parked and shut off your car as quickly as you could, double-checking to make sure the doors were locked and headlights were off before scanning the parking lot and nearby apartments for movement. Seeing none, you popped open your glove compartment and pulled out the cloth mask you kept inside. Once your mask was secure, you felt your way through your bag, hands closing around a hat that would hopefully also help hide your identity.

The hasty disguise would have to do, you thought as you glanced at your reflection in the rear view mirror.

The sound of your own footsteps startled you in your paranoia as you hurried from your car to your door, luggage in tow.

Once you were at your door, you fumbled with your keys, dropping them in your hurry. Cursing your nerves, you bent over to pick up your keys. A jolt of fear coursed through you when you suddenly heard someone laughing. Your first instinct was to freeze, but the laughter turned to talking as the voice approached.

You let your muscle memory take over, unlocking the door and pulling in your bags before closing and locking the door. Listening as intently as you could with your rapid heartbeat pounding in your ears, you caught a bit of the conversation as whoever it was passed by.

“Come on, what are we even doing here? Just because she’s dating her, doesn’t mean Rhea is going to be hanging out around here.”

You felt lightheaded.

Maybe you should find another place to stay for a while, you thought, trembling as you slid the deadbolt shut.

[end part seventy-six of ?]

Part 77: “Un Poco De Azúcar”

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