Rhea Ripley (and more) One Shots

Electra

A/N: this was a request. You know who you are 😉

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"Your usual, Rhea?" Damian asks as I slide into the booth.

"Make it a double this time. After that shit show I need it," I reply, groaning as I run my fingers through my hair.

Damian chuckles, pats my shoulder, and walks towards the bar. I pull my left foot up onto the seat, pressing my leg against the table as I drop my head on it. The music makes my head bob while I scroll through X on my phone.

God I could use a fucking mosh pit right now.

A drink slides across the table, and my eyes lift to watch as it stops right in front of me. It's not my drink, though. I lift my head.

"D what the f-" my words catch in my throat as my eyes rise to meet a very broad, very feminine, very muscular chest. With boobs. Covered by a thin black tank top. Definitely not Damian.

I scan the thick arms folded across the person's chest and see more tattoos than skin on both of them. Slowly, I realize I've been biting my lip and staring. Raising my eyes further, I meet the deep brown eyes of a woman who easily stands about half a foot taller than me.

She's wearing a smirk through her black painted lips, and her brown eyes are lined with black eyeliner, making them seem even more like soulless black holes. She has earrings all down her right ear, with one chain free falling from her left ear, sporting an upside down cross. Her thick black hair is braided into a mohawk that is swung over her shoulder.

She's fucking stunning. And fucking frightening.

"Are you gonna drink it, babygirl?" She asks.

"I-"

Fuck, why did I squeak?

"I don't take drinks from people I don't know," I reply, my voice betraying me and coming out as w whisper while my heart damn near beats out of my chest.

The woman's smirk turns...evil. She leans over the table and places her hands on it. Her short and dark red nails catching my attention for all of a second before her face is an inch away from mine. I take a deep breath, smelling the strong but oddly satisfying scent of whatever perfume she's wearing, and hold it.

She reaches up and I flinch back, trying to sink down into the booth. Only she catches my throat fast, squeezing it and damn near cutting off my airway. My breath comes out like a wheeze.

"I'm Electra. I already know who you are, Rhea. Nice to meet you. There. Now you know me. So take the fucking shot," she whispers demandingly.

She keeps her hand around my throat while my eyes dance back and forth between hers. My hand shaking as I reach for the glass and take it.

Electra slowly removes her hand and watches as I put the drink to my lips and down it without taking my eyes off her. She smirks when I don't flinch at the burn in my throat.

"Such a good girl," she says as she reaches out and swipes her thumb over my bottom lip.

For some fucked up reason that I'll have to have a chat with myself about later, I have to fight the urge to wrap my lips around her thumb.

She pulls her hand away just in time, because I was about to lose the battle. To my horror...

Fine. My brain's horror and my pussy's absolute delight.

...she sticks her thumb in her own mouth and sucks the drink from my lip off it. The small, satisfied moan that sounds from her mouth is enough to make my head spin. Or was it the alcohol? Or did she lace the shot?