#p: drew mcintyre

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in the squared circle, straight up "rubbin it" and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Our peanits together

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DREW WHAT IS YOU DOING HERE

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Maybe it’s just me but this sounds a little………

DREW MCINTYRE WWE SmackDown, December 20th, 2024

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Monday Night RAW 29/04/2024

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Could you write a fic where us and Cody Rhodes have been working together for quite some time, he’s always been pretty stoic and silent towards you, the vibe is very tense between the two. Until one day at the arena in a closed off area they finally break the tension? (Please include some rough stuff?) pretty pleaaaaaaaaaaseeeeee

Don’t worry best friend I gotchu🤭

Tell Me The Truth (Cody Rhodes X Black Reader)

CW: 18+ MDNI, SMUT duhhh, Gaslighting, Rough sex, Creampie, Unprotected p in v, Homelander Rhodes, Manipulation, Choking, Crying (from pleasure), Begging, Squirting, Oral (m receiving), Cody is losing his sanity and taking it out on you 😮‍💨

Word Count: ??? Does it really matter sweetheart?

Cody Rhodes. Or should I say Homelander Rhodes, because that’s exactly who he started to remind you of. Ever since he’d teamed with Roman Reigns at Bad Blood, everything about him had been going downhill. He’d lost most of his friends, the locker room had started avoiding him, and then Randy got injured, courtesy of a piledriver from Kevin Owens. He lost K.O. as a friend in the process, and now, to make matters worse, he had a possible problem with Drew McIntyre and Seth Rollins on his hands. The only thing Cody had left was his title… the title he had to defend at Royal Rumble, along with the Winged Eagle Belt that Kevin had stolen from him after Saturday Night Main Event.

Cody was stressed, his mind a complete mess, and now he was lashing out at anyone who even thought about saying something bad about him. Cody used to be calm, stoic, and reserved—this version of him? He was unpredictable, volatile, and so much more terrifying. He’d go from smiling to suddenly being stone-faced, and you never knew what version of Cody you were getting anymore. He still wore his suits, but it felt like a ploy—like he was trying to convince everyone he was still the same person, when in reality, it was just a trap.

You’d been working with Cody for quite some time, and the tension between you two had been building for weeks now. He was always quiet, distant—no longer the man who used to check on you, give you advice, or congratulate you on your victories. There was no warmth in his eyes anymore, no kindness, just…unpredictability and distance. But you still believed, deep down, that maybe—just maybe—you could break through, get the old Cody back. The one who’d been there for you.

But that would prove to be a daunting task because now, he was different. The title was the only thing he clung to. It was the only thing that kept his sanity together—or so it seemed.

Tonight though, you were on a mission. You’d been searching for him for what felt like ages. Your heels echoed through the hallways as you scoured the backstage area, trying to find where he’d slipped off to. You asked countless people and you were either met with no answer or a simple nod of no in response. People took notice of how Cody was acting and started to stay away from him and not bother him out of fear of possibly being ridiculed or hit. After running around for a few more minutes, finally, you saw him—standing alone in a closed-off part of the arena, staring at his title with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. Blank. Empty. Detached.

You hesitated for just a second, then walked over to him. Sitting down beside him, you broke the silence, your voice shaking more than you wanted to admit. “Cody… are you okay?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed on the title, his fingers tightening around the strap like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Then, his voice—low and harsh—cut through the silence. “I’m just fine.” He replied sarcastically before speaking again. “Does it look like I’m okay?” He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, but there was a sharp edge to his words, like he was just waiting for you to back off. His face tensed, his gaze still fixated on the title.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “Cody, I…know you. I know when something’s wrong. You don’t have to pretend like everything’s fine, you can talk to me.”

He let out a small, bitter laugh, the sound cold and hollow. “Pretend? I’m not pretending anything. Pretending would be…”He trailed off, his eyes still on the title, his jaw tightening as if the weight of it was becoming too much. “It would be, hey Y/N you look nice today. I hope you’re ready for your match tonight because right now you look mighty unprepared”, towards the end his voice deepened and he had finally looked at you. But those eyes, there was no sincerity in them at all. In the beginning when he talked he put on that fake smile before his entire demeanor changed, that smile was a vindicative frown, his jaw was clenched, and his face was slightly scrunched.

Your heart ached as your face softened. This wasn’t the Cody you knew. The one who used to be kind, the one who’d been there through thick and thin. You wanted to help, but you didn’t know how. He was a different man now, someone you didn’t even recognize. But you couldn’t give up on him—not yet.

“Even though you’re going…through things, I’m still gonna be here for you,” you said softly, carefully choosing your words. “I’m staying here. We’ve been through too much together. You’re my friend Cody, I’m not going anywhere. I know you’re upset about everything that’s been going on with Kevin-“ but you got cut off, he didn’t let you finish and interrupted you with a spat.

“Friend? There’s no friends in this business Y/N. There’s no loyalty in this business, you know” he let out a soft chuckle once before letting his lips curl into a soft smile. “You…you’re really good at this. You’ll sit here and you’ll say we’re friends just to turn around and I find out you were betraying me the whole time. You don’t think I’ve seen that look you give to K.O. and Drew….hm? I know you” he said before standing up putting his title down, his eyes meeting yours as he bent down slightly. “And you can’t fool me” he said as he suddenly slammed his hand against the a wall behind you. “I see right through you.”

You jumped, your breath hitching as your breathing grew slightly heavier. “I am your friend” you said, your voice cracking in the process as you tried to stay unwavered. “I’m your friend and I care about you!” Your eyes started to water as you felt yourself getting angry, your heart raced as you stared up at Cody. A tear fell and Cody actually pulled back a bit before gently cupping your cheek, and wiping one of your tears away. “You think anybody cares about this? Tears? Really?” He said before pulling away sharply. “You’re an ass” you said sniffing as another tear fell. “What was that?” He asked in an attempt to egg you on. “I said you’re an asshole!” You screamed at him as you watched his expression go from blank to excited. His laugh echoed through the walls as he pulled his hand away from the wall and clapped. “See, see what I mean. You’re not caring, you’re not this sweet innocent woman you pretend to be. This is the real you.” He said before getting closer to your ear. “Do you hate me now, do you think I deserve this now?” He said as you pushed him away. “No! I don’t! I don’t think you should’ve teamed with Roman Reigns but I don’t think you deserve any of this! But I don’t deserve you taking your anger out on me either!” You shouted before Cody stared at you before giving a silent chuckle.

“No one deserves anything Y/N. No one deserves this!” He said pointing to his undisputed championship making you know who it belonged to. “You see that; it doesn’t have Kevin Owen’s name written on it, it has MY name written on those plates. My name written on that Wrestlemania 40 main event board. My name making history becoming a back to back royal rumble winner and you want to look…at Kevin Owens….that’s who you want to pay attention to.” His voice was quivering but his face wasn’t matching what his lips were saying.

His face had a mixture of emotions from anger to sadness, but his words came out as if he was distraught and jealous. It kept shifting but he continued to speak. “You’re just like him….you like him don’t you. Tell me the truth Y/N, I can handle it.” He said having tears well up in his eyes.

“I wasn’t looking at him because I like him! I was looking at him in disgust! For what he did to you, pile driving you like he did to Randy on Smackdown months ago! I don’t agree with what he did, why the hell would I?! I don’t think about him half the time! ”

Cody took a deep breath before those tears that were threatening to fall disappeared. He let out a laugh before gripping your shoulder with his hand causing you to freeze. “You really are something you know that.” He spoke before looking at you with a brief silence before letting words slip from his lips once again. “Listen if you really don’t think about him, tell me….no show me how much you think about me.” He said with a dangerously low tone.

You looked confused, your face held a mixture of curiousity and shock. “What?” You asked shifting your body before wiping your tears. “Show me how much you think about me, Y/N.” He said before taking off his tie and unbuckling his belt. “Someone will see you, what are you doing?!” You whisper yelled in a low tone looking around before Cody suddenly took your chin into his hand. “Did you not hear what I asked? Focus. You’re looking for nothing, no one’s here and we have four hours before the show. Even if someone did see, well they’ll just have one hell of a show now won’t they? Now…time is very important to me and my patience is wearing thin sweetheart.” He said his jaw clenching before brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes met his and all you could do was lean in and place a gentle kiss on his lips. It was the only way you knew you could calm him down especially with him acting like this.

His lips were soft, a contrast to his attitude, but the taste of them just weren’t enough, your mouth opened before letting his tongue slide over yours. Both your saliva collided with each other as a soft moan broke the sounds of your make out session. You felt Cody get closer as you suddenly gripped his shoulders deepening the kiss, air running thin as Cody grabbed the back of your head pulling you closer. The kiss was intoxicating, it was heated, and your body was giving into Cody despite the attitude he was currently having.

Upon pulling away and attempting to catch your breath, you pulled Cody’s belt loose further pushing him back a bit before getting on your knees and pulling his pants down revealing the tint in his boxers. Your hands glided over the tint earning a soft moan from him. Cody’s head leaned back, his Adams Apple shifting a bit as his hands glided through your braids before gripping them the moment he felt the cold air hit against his cock due to you pulling his briefs down. Your face heated up at the sight of him, he was around a good eight inches, hard as a rock, some veins were visible and it was currently throbbing. Apparently all that arguing and tension didn’t help the fact that Cody was pent up and his throbbing cock was living proof of it. He needed a release and he wanted you to give it to him which you proudly accepted.

Upon wrapping your hands around his thick length, your tongue moved before your mind even thought about it. Dragging your tongue across his mushroom shaped tip and from the middle, back to the tip was enough to have Cody’s moans on cue. As you wrapped your lips around his cock and devoured it, the breathless sigh that left his lips kicked your mouth into overdrive. You wanted to hear more of that and with the way your tongue wrapped around the his length and how his tip pushed further and further towards the back of your throat, you did.

“Look at how good you look down there with my dick in your mouth, this isn’t so bad is it? I couldn’t ask for any better help than this…” he trailed on before his grip on your hair tightened as he began to thrust his hips forward chasing the feeling he got from your mouth being wrapped around him.

You gagged slightly, your mouth widening slightly to allow the slightest bit of air inside of your lungs that was currently being ripped away by the man above you. With the friction of his thrusts and the pace of you bobbing your head, your mind started to become blank. Saliva and spit were welling up at the corners of your lips before some of it began to drip down into the floor below. The hum you let out against Cody’s cock, caused his moans to only grow louder.

“You’re so good at this you know that? The next time you see him, I want you to fucking think about the moment you had my cock down your throat, salivating all over it, got it? Huh?” He begged before thrusting his hips forward once more, his balls hitting the your lips, the taste of cock literally covering your oral surface. His tip began to hit your uvula and you were gagging even worse and the air was getting rigid. Your hand slowly let go of his cock before both of them gripped his legs, clinging to them tightly. Cody’s moans grew shallow for a moment before getting more heavier as he suddenly let out a long drawn out moan from releasing into your mouth. The taste of the warm salty liquid on your tongue only made your pussy throb even worse, the wetness between your legs undeniable as you felt it drip into your panties. As you swallowed, you could only look up at Cody with doe eyes, full of tears threatening to fall again yet they didn’t…not yet.

This was originally suppose to just be a conversation of you checking on a friend and it turned into this. It turned into your knees being on the cold floor in a closed off section of the arena, with your friends cock down your throat as you salivated all over it. To make matters worse, you loved being handled like this, your pussy was begging for even more of his attention. That was the truth. You didn’t give a damn about his attitude, his gaslighting, manipulation, or the fact he was reminded you of homelander. He was just Cody.

The quicker you looked passed that, the quicker your clothes had come off and became scattered all over the floor along with Cody’s. His tie, shirt, briefs, vest, dress pants, and belt were in various parts of the hallway as well as your heels, dress, panties, and belt. And the quicker he had you against the wall with one of your legs wrapped around his waist, while the other one stayed on the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, his cock diving in and out of your pussy, as your moans filled the little space there was between the two of you.

“You’re so tight for me, look at you and how much of a mess you’re making down there.” He said with a hint of seduction and anger. Something about him speaking like that turned you on even more as his hand slid up the thigh wrapped around his waist. SMACK. He suddenly gave your ass a hard smack which caused you to moan aloud just before biting your lip in pleasure. Your inner walls became a home for this man’s cock, nothing he could’ve done would’ve stopped this. He just made you cry not even an hour ago and within that same time frame you were preparing to cream all over him.

“You’re such a slut Y/N, crying and clenching around me at the same time. It just can’t get any better than that can it?” He asked, that smile quickly turning back to a slight frown as his other hand snaked its way up to your throat before wrapping around it. You were crying because of how good his cock was slamming in and out of your inner walls and because of intense build up of the orgasm that was on its way because of it. That’s how good it felt. How good he felt. Tears streamed down your face, the taste of the salt from them on your lips only added to Cody’s satisfaction of Cody and yourself because of how he reacted. “S-Shit! I’m g-gonna cum, you’re g-gonna make me c-cum!” You shouted to him feeling that knot in the lower half of your stomach constantly be pulled.

“Oh really? You’re gonna cum all over me yeah?” He said before he got closer to your ear whispering into it causing your legs to tremble as your nails dug into his shoulders. “Let go for me, let it all out” he said as he slammed his cock in and out of you even rougher, his hips thrusting forward as if he knew how greuling that tension was. The knot in your stomach kept getting tighter and tighter, each thrust tugging on it further and further as Cody kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear and moaning from his high approaching as well.

“Oh my fucking g..od” your voice was barely here anymore from how hard Cody was pounding you against the wall behind you. “C-Cody!” You screamed out his name feeling your orgasm quickly approaching due to his cock constantly pushing against your inner walls. The sounds of ragged breaths, moans, and skin making contact filled the hall way of the closed off section of the arena. The pleasure felt so good the tears from earlier stuck to your face and Cody wasn’t letting you wipe them away. He liked it when you cried, especially if it was because of him. “God? There’s no god here, only you and me. You feel who’s inside you right now? That’s not god, that’s me. So call to me.” His grip around your neck tightened as you struggled to breathe but the thrill of passing out while also meeting your orgasm was too good. You didn’t ask him to stop or hold on because you didn’t want him to. It was the smart decision but when it came to this Cody there were no smart decisions. What came with him was a changing persona, gaslighting, and good dick but that last option made you forget the first two even existed. You weren’t even able to think clearly as your orgasm suddenly hit you like a truck, your body trembling as you threw your head back against the wall instinctively. Your breathing was heavy as your moans came out ragged, Cody whispered in your ear as your body trembled against his. “Look at how honest you were with yourself, we’re gonna do that one more time yeah?”

Your eyes snapped open as he pulled out of you and forced you against the wall, your face hitting the semi-cold tile as Cody got behind you rubbing his cock against your wetness before sliding back inside of you again. Your legs trembled still from the orgasm you had before and due to the fact that you were sensitive however Cody wasn’t paying any attention to that. If it was one thing it seemed that Cody loved, it was overstimulation. But that was okay with you, because you loved it even more. He lifted your left leg up putting it over his shoulder causing your body to turn half way towards him. “Don’t look anywhere else, look at me.” He commanded before starting to thrust his hips forward once again. “W-Wait what if s-someone comes b-back here?” You asked while your body was moving back and forth, your entrance getting wetter and wetter by the second before you felt something…else. You knew what a knot felt like but this…this was something different. It felt similar to a knot but it wasn’t that and you could tell, Cody felt it too because he suddenly began to thrust towards a certain spot inside of you that made your one of your toes curl, it felt so good, he was making a mess of you, literally. “F-Fuck!” You screamed out as your legs trembled even more as a milky ring formed at the base each time Cody’s cock pierced in and out of you. With the way you used your eyes to silently beg Cody not to stop, it only fueled him more as his free hand made his way over to your clit, his fingers flicking over it back and forth. Your body jolted and there it was again, that feeling, but you couldn’t hold it back anymore, whatever it was it had to end somehow. As he kept flicking his fingers your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your hips bucked and just as Cody pulled his fingers away, you squirted everywhere. Your juices spilled all over the floor as the sound of ‘splatter’ and moans filled the halls. Your body jolted as Cody only gave a satisfied grin. “That’s what I wanted to see, that right there sweetheart, we’re not finished yet.” He said as his moans suddenly grew and his jaw clenched. As your eyes slowly made their way back to Cody, his face told you everything along with how sloppy his thrusts started to get. “Let it out i-inside me p-please! Uhnnn!” You begged, more tears forming from the amount of pleasure you were receiving.

“You want that huh? You’re gonna fucking take it too” he said before thrusting up into you a couple of more times before emptying his thick load inside of you. A gasp slipped from your lips as you looked down at your stomach, feeling the warm liquid pool inside of you. Cody’s cock twitched as he rode out his high, slowly pulling out once he stopped leaving a some of the liquid to drop out of you as your pussy pulsated, going from opening slightly to closing right back.

“So tell me the truth Y/N, who are you really paying attention to now?”

Fin❦

Authors Note: This song describes a person who feels like they're going insane and has a lot that they cannot express.

Note #2: Yeah, I’m not gonna hold you I didn’t proofread this so if there’s errors, I’m so sorry😭

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fresh meat - the shield (18+)

⛧ pair: the shield (jon moxley/dean ambrose, seth rollins, and roman reigns) x reader [i know he goes by mox now but i’m calling him dean for this one]

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy @cyberdejos2 (please let me know anytime if you'd like to be tagged in recent or future works.

⛧ warnings: primal play, kidnapping cre@mp1es, unprotected p in v, @nal (you're welcome), oral (m! and f! receiving), foursome (f/m/m/m), exhibitionism, lots of positions, degrading (my specialty), edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, tr1ple p3netration [future warnings may be updated in this ff] as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ sorry I haven't been active - I been busy with college and a recent trip to Germany: I always had a little fantasy of these 3 being dominant in a "certain" kind of way. Also I will go ahead and apologize if this isn't my best work - I've never had any bad writer's block like this and this the first time I've written a foursome so my apologies if it's a bit hard to understand.

⛧ the shield took out lots of the lockerroom; you however were in front of their next target. They surrounded you and were thinking of what to do you as punishment for getting in their way.

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How did you get here? How did you find yourself like this? The Shield were already pissed off about whatever the chairman told them but why you? Why were you surrounded by those three?

You quivered in fear as The Shield stared at you. Ambrose smirking, Rollins checking you up and down, and Reigns looking deep into your eyes.

"What do you think, boys?" Dean asks his fellow brothers. "What should we do with her?"

“I don’t know, Dean.” Roman replied, annoyance in his tone. “I’m getting irritated from her looking at us.”

You shivered from Roman’s words. You never thought you’d see yourself in this position - three hungry wolves lurking around you like they found their next meal. You sweated, praying that they won’t hurt you. But why you out of all people?

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An hour earlier…

The Shield was pissed at Triple H for screwing them over for a tag team championship rematch. They’ve been begging to get this opportunity since their reunion.

They’ve already put many superstars through the announce tables and anything else they could attack other male superstars with.

You, a female superstar, were minding your business, getting ready to support your best friend, Naomi since she had a match for the women’s championship. While getting ready to meet her, you noticed a good friend of yours, Drew McIntyre, being part of the Shields main targets. Of course you couldn’t stand there and not protect your friend.

You noticed Seth about to make a sneak attack on Drew and you immediately blocked him from landing a hit on Drew. Seth was stunned seeing you try to stop what The Shield was all about - justice. And they sure had a way of making it known. You froze, asking yourself, "What were you thinking? You stopped a member of The Shield?! That's asking for a funeral." But you didn't want to show you were afraid, your face remained as emotionless as you could.

Drew didn’t say anything and left, a little amused from your small act of protecting your friend. In that space was just you and Seth. Seth began to smile and laugh at you, not believing you would stop any member of this faction.

“Sweetheart, there’s absolutely no way you’re trying to stop me. Either you be a good girl and move out of my way or you’re going to regret it.” He threatened, looking at your face. You felt offended from what he called you and didn’t move a muscle. It was stupid to do what you were doing, but your body was telling you to stay still.

When Seth saw you wouldn’t budge, he sighed and chuckled. You don’t know why he was laughing but you wouldn’t dare to ask.

“Welp, I tried to warn you.”

Those were his last words when two figures emerged from the dark - his other brothers, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Your eyes widened as you realize your situation, three on one. You walked back slowly, backing yourself up to a wall. The three now surrounding you - making sure you wouldn’t escape from them.

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Which leads to now. You felt your stomach drop as Seth approached you slowly, reaching his gloved hand out to your face, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“I’d say we punish her for getting in our way - making our next target get away.” He finally spoke, his other hand reaching to gently cup your face. “What do you think we should do, gentlemen?”

Dean and Roman both look at each other and smirked, both sharing an idea. “I think we should make her regret messing with us.” Dean replied. “We should ruin that pretty little face of hers.” Roman chimed in.

“I agree.” Seth chuckled. “Y’hear that? We’re gonna punish you.”

Your eyes widened. Punish? What did they mean? You lost your train of thought when you were suddenly picked up by Seth, him placing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You yelled, landing punches on Seth.

“Oh you’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.” He mocked. “You’re ours now.”

You squirmed trying to become loose from his grip as the three men carried you away, putting their plans on beating up the whole locker room on pause.

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You were brought to an empty room, only decorated with a couch and a table, Seth finally putting you down from his shoulder.

You quivered as you watched Dean closing the door and locking it, keeping his eyes on you. It was now just the four of you in a room, without anyone interfering with whatever they wanted. You took a step back as they began to approach you. You were scared to your wits - afraid of how they were with anyone who dared cross them, you were shaking as to what they wanted from you.

“Look at her, boys. She’s afraid of us being in front of her. How adorable.” Dean chuckled flattered that you found them intimidating.

“Awww what���s the matter, sweetheart?” Seth asked. “Scared of us? You think we’re gonna hurt you?”

“Cmon, babygirl. Don’t be shy~” Roman chimed, waiting for you to answer.

You gulped, too stunned to speak.

“Y-Yes…” you replied.

You watched the Shield smile, finally getting a reaction out of you. You felt humiliated with your situation. You just wanted them to leave you alone so you could go home.

Dean approached you, completely in front of you and looking into your eyes. You shivered feeling him go to the crook of your neck, getting a smell out of you. You held your breath feeling one of his rough calloused hands touch your waist, making their way slowly up your body. Dean hummed in approval, taking note of how sensitive you were with his gentle touch. You gasped when you felt his lips gently kiss your skin, his hand now intertwined with yours. Dean chuckled to your noises as he kept kissing your neck, obsessed with your scent.

“What….what are you-“

“Shhh. Relax, doll. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He was gentle with his tone - a bit too gentle. It was slightly erotic. With his other hand, he motioned for Roman to also get a smell of you. Roman smirked and made his way behind you - his hands going under your shirt. You shivered from how cold they were. You bit your lip when you felt them go in your bra cupping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You closed your eyes tight feeling Roman gently biting your ear. Seth was amused to you trying your best not to submit to their touches and kisses, he admired seeing how you were pathetically trying to not give a reaction.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Seth laughed, watching his fellow brothers make a mess of you “You can make noise. Only us will hear you.”

“Aww is someone shy?” Dean cooed “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Go on, babygirl.” Roman ordered

You accidentally left out a moan as you felt Dean bite harder into your skin - Roman squeezing your breasts a bit harder, playing with your nips. Your free hand went around Dean, pulling him in closer onto you. As much as you were afraid to admit it, you were getting turned on. You felt yourself getting damp to multiple kisses and hot breaths surrounding you.

“Please…I..” You tried to talk, feeling intoxicated from being touched and kissed.

“What is it, babygirl?” Roman asked “You want some more?”

“Don’t be scared, doll. Tell us what you want.” Dean added, his hand slowly going down your crotch. Your breath was shaky as you tried to open your mouth.

“I…oh fuck…I want more.” You replied, feeling a bulge being pressed against your ass. You moaned from Dean’s hot kisses all over your neck, Roman having his hands gripping your sides and continuously rubbing his bulge on your ass, still playfully biting your ear.

“Hmm, good girl” Dean whispered, getting turned on from your submissive voice.

You whined when Dean stopped toying with you, stepping back as Seth was in front of you now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be gentle with you.” Seth chuckled, cupping your face as he pressed his lips against yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. Your muffled moans and pleas turned on the three hungry men. You felt sandwiched between Seth and Roman, feeling them kiss all over you.

“Yknow…this gear of yours” Roman started, before he lifted your top up “Has always distracted me whenever you walked past us.” Before you could speak, your top was off, being completely naked from top. You shivered from your naked breasts being exposed to the air. You watched as Seth’s eyes grew hungry with lust seeing your hardened nipples as he began to play with one of them, making you whine from his touch.

“I…I don’t understand.” You started, feeling Roman place gentle kisses on the back of your neck. “I thought you three were going to literally hurt me…”

“Hurt you?” Seth was surprised from your statement “Oh no sweetheart we could never. Isn’t that right boys?”

“She’s too pretty for that” Dean smirked, admiring how sensitive you were.

“And these bottoms…” You felt one of Roman’s calloused hands make their way to your waistline, teasing part of your bottoms “They always hugged your curves in all the right places..” You yelped feeling your bottoms quickly come down, revealing your laced underwear. You were now nearly nude in front of the three behemoths, your body shivered from the sudden temperature change.

“Oh? What’s this?” Seth teased, his hand making his way to your clothed cunt, “Lace? Were you expecting this, sweetheart?”

As you opened your mouth, you felt Seth’s hand make small circles on your clit, sending a wave of vibrations down your spine. You were already wet from being kissed and toyed with from Dean and Roman, but feeling Seth play with your clit made you wetter and needy for more.

“You’re so wet, baby…” Seth whispered, his hand going faster on your clit. You whined from his touch, your eyes tightly shut. You felt so small under their touch and dominance.

You were shaking, you've never felt this kind of sensation before and it was driving you wild. Your whimpers felt like music to their ears, enjoying every sound you made whenever they touched you.

What seemed like eternity, Seth finally stopped playing with your cunt, admiring your juices being all over his fingers, Roman backing away from behind you. You were confused as to what they were going to do next.

"I always wondered what do you taste like, sweetheart"

Before you could say anything, you were placed on the couch, your legs spread wide open. You watched The Shield admiring your clothed cunt. You were scared to make a noise as Seth slowly made his way toward you, his hands gently pulling your underwear off.

"Are you scared? Pathetic. You weren't so scared in stopping us earlier. What happened to that brave little soul?" he teased, forcefully spreading your legs wider to a better view of your wet cunt.

You couldn't answer, your breath hitched feeling a warm tongue circling your clit. You couldn't move your legs much as Seth kept them open.

"F-Fuck.." you cried, your eyes shut from the waves of pleasure, you melting in front of the three. You amused them, they've never seen you so submissive like this before.

"What a good little slut..." Seth muttered, his gloved fingers circling your clit as his tongue went in you.

Dean and Roman watched in admiration but a little jealous that they weren't having their way with you just yet.

"Please...I...I want to-"

"You're not going to cum until I tell you too, understood?"

You cried from Seth's orders, feeling your stomach tighten and winding up. You whined when he stopped, unable to cum without their permission.

"I thought of something else."

You were confused by what he meant, until he motioned for Dean, making his way towards you. You were swiftly put on your knees, ass up in front of Seth. You looked up at Dean, his eyes hungry for you.

"You're going to be a good girl and take the both of us. Got it?" Dean asked, his hands removing his belt and black pants. You quickly nodded, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry, are you going to address him correctly?" Seth muttered, delivering a harsh slap on your ass; you yelped from the pain, your mind going white for a second.

"Yes...Yes sir."

Dean smirked and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick cock. Your eyes widened from how big he was, you were worried as to how you were going to fit him all in your mouth. You lost your train of thought when you felt Seth's fingers playing with your clit, you gasped from how rough he was being.

"Open your mouth, whore"

Dean roughly grabbed your cheeks, forcefully pushing his dick in your mouth, your eyes forming tears as you gagged on his length, his tip touching the back of your throat. Seth, growing impatient, pushed himself into you, your cunt throbbing from being stuffed.

Your moans were muffled as you felt another slap across your ass, Seth thrusting in and out of you. You whimpered feeling Seth's hands roughly grabbing your sides, Dean grabbing a handful of your hair.

"God damn, you're such a slut" Dean groaned, His free hand roughly grabbing your face "You're doing so good."

You whimpered from how you were being manhandled from the two, trying to grasp for air.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart." Seth praised, delivering another slap on your ass. The two men getting sloppier with each thrust. You felt your stomach tighten, you were getting desperate to cum.

"Look at me." Dean ordered, raising your face up, "You were wanting this for a while weren't you?" You nodded, afraid to disobey him. He smirked, biting his lip. "You're so cute."

Your eyes rolled back as Dean and Seth went harder and faster with their thrusts, you knew they were going to cum soon, your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, are you ready?"

You nodded to Dean, gagging from his length.

"Me too, sweetheart" you heard Seth groan, his hands grabbing your ass. "I'll let you cum, okay?"

You whined, finally wanting to be filled with cum. Your stomach beginning to wind up.

"Fuck..." Dean growled, thrusting one last time before filling your mouth with his cum.

You reached your orgasm too, your cries tighten your pussy as Seth thrusted into your cunt, his seed explode deep in you. The three of you rode out an orgasm, your body shaking from the round of sex. Dean pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting you breathe while Seth slowly pulled out of you, your pussy leaking his cum. Dean grabbed your face, leaving hot kisses all over you. "You're a good slut...but you know we aren't done. Roman hasn't had a turn yet with you."

You slowly turned to see an impatient Roman staring at you, smirking as you knew he was going to be aggressive with you. You yelped from Seth smacking your ass one more time before standing up, Dean giving you one more kiss before he also gotten up.

"She's all yours, Roman."

As Dean and Seth stood back, Roman took his time making his way toward you, admiring your flushed face and your submissive position. He gently cupped your face with his hand. He smirked looking into your eyes, listening to your heavy breathing.

You were scared as he remained silent, thinking of what he wanted to do to you. You didn't want to question him since he wasn't that much of a talker. What seemed like forever, he smashed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard from his swift movements. You whined as both of your tongues twirled against each other. His free hand slowly making its way to one of your breast, playing with your nipples. You whined from his touch, rough but gentle. You knew this wasn't what he really wanted.

He finally pulled away, allowing your lungs air. His eyes never leaving yours. He gently stroked your face, still not saying a word. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he already getting bored? What was he planning?

You looked down and saw a massive bulge in his pants, your eyes widening. "How is he going to fit that in me?" you thought to yourself. He took noticed and chuckled, amused to how shocked you were.

"How cute..." Roman muttered.

You were startled to his tone, finally hearing him speak. He swiftly put you on your back, your cunt being in front of him. You watched as Roman undid his belt and his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. "Holy...fuck" your thoughts were full of concern. You felt as if he was going to rip through you.

He positioned himself, not breaking eye contact and keeping your legs open, watching your face expressions carefully. You gasped feeling his tip tease your clit, throbbing for attention. You could feel your face getting warm.

You whined as he roughly pushed himself into you, your walls tightening from how thick he was. He made sure you adjusted to his size before thrusting roughly into you, grunting from how tight you were.

"Fuck, babygirl..." his groans hypnotized you, your eyes never leaving his, your tits bouncing with each thrust. He leaned toward you, pressing his lips against yours again, you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You were surprised he wasn't being as rough as you were thinking. You felt it wasn't really what he really wanted to do with you just yet.

He pulled away from your lips, wanting to look into your eyes again.

You shut your eyes tight from how good you felt, You gasped as Roman grabbed your throat, limiting a bit of air.

"Look at me baby. Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened your eyes again, obeying Roman as he thrusted harder into you, your legs pathetically trying to close themselves. It was too much for you to handle.

"You're so beautiful like this."

His praises were erotic. You couldn't talk much as his grip went a little tighter on your neck. You felt your stomach slowly tighten. You gasped his thrusts went faster into you, you were trying to grab his arm that was around your neck. Roman quickly intertwined his hand with yours, preventing you from releasing his grip.

"I wouldn't do that, babygirl."

You cried feeling your stomach getting tighter, his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Do you want to cum, baby? I'm getting ready to." He growled, holding back from cumming in you too quickly.

"Ye..Ye..Yess" Your words were limited, feeling yourself getting closer to your limit. He smirked and released his grip on your throat, letting you breathe.

"Fuck baby...I'm gonna cum"

You sobbed, cumming all over his cock, one last thrust before he came in you, your eyes rolling back, shaking from your second orgasm. Roman kissing you one more time before pulling out of you, he smiled looking how exhausted you were.

"We're still not done."

You felt your stomach dropped from those words. Not done? What else could they have wanted? You look back and see Dean and Seth coming toward you and Roman, having another idea.

Roman smirked and helped you up, having another thought in his head. Just then, you were picked up for a second, Dean now laying on his back, you on top of him, Roman behind you and Seth in front of you. You knew where this was going. You whined feeling Dean push himself into you without warning, Roman teasing your ass before slowly pushing his tip in. You were about to scream before Seth put his dick in your mouth, muffling your cries. You never felt stuffed like this before. It was a little painful, but you didn't mind. Your shut your eyes tight as the three men began to thrust into you, you feeling so full to a point you've never felt before. The sounds of groans and skin slapping filled the room, it was too erotic for either of you to handle. You never had sex like this before but it didn't bother you.

"How's this, y/n? Us filling you up like this?" Seth laughed as he cupped your face, watching your eyes roll back, his other hand grabbing a lot of your hair roughly.

You could only let out a few muffled whimpers and cries, begging to be fucked rougher.

"This is what happens when you cross us, y'hear?"

You gasped as Dean began playing with your tits, making you overstimulated, sure to cum soon. Roman was now the one delivering harsh slaps on your ass, even harder than what Seth did earlier. Tears formed in your eyes from the overbearing pleasure. It was too much yet it felt too good to stop.

Their thrusts gotten harder and disgustingly faster, your stomach tightening quicker than the last few times. Your breath gotten quicker from each thrust. Seth took notice and grabbed your face forcing you to look at him.

"Fuck...I know you're about to cum but you're not going to yet, slut."

You whined from his demands, trying desperately hard not to disobey him from cumming too quickly. Your body felt like jello, it was unbearable to keep still in the same position due to the amount of pleasure: Seth's tip always touching the back of your throat with each thrust, Dean hitting your sensitive spots, and Roman stuffing your ass with his cock. It was a lot to handle.

You were getting impatient, your whines growing loud from your upcoming orgasm, it was starting to hurt holding it.

"I'm getting close, fuck...I'm about to cum in you, baby." Dean growled, his grip gotten tighter on one of your breasts.

"Same here. You still holding it, hmm?" Seth asked you, your eyes blurred from tears. You quickly nodded, it was really starting to hurt holding your orgasm."

"Shit, I'm about to cum." Roman muttered, his thrusts getting sloppy.

You cried out releasing your orgasm on Dean's cock, Your vision going white. Dean followed behind, filling you up with his cum. Roman forcefully grabbing your sides, his seed burst into your ass, and Seth cumming down your throat. The four of you rode out a rough orgasm. Seth finally pulled out of your mouth, keeping his tight grip on you keeping eye contact. Your breath was scarce, finally having some time to breathe. Both Roman and Dean pulled out of you, still staying in their position, all of you breathing heavily from the round of sex. Your body was shaking, shivering from how rough you were fucked, cum leaking from both of your holes.

Seth chuckled, amused from how completely exhausted you were now, giving you a rough kiss on your lips.

"This was your punishment."

[d-lanx]

I transcribed what McIntyre said to Punk after his mania match

(I did this instead of working on my dissertation and it took an hour of messing with audio and replaying it until I could hear properly)

Essentially, he was saying that Punk is a good commentator and should keep doing it because if he ever wrestles again, McIntyre will end his career. He also really just wanted to rub his win in Punk’s face. Full Transcription is below the photo if you care.

Speakers

P: CM Punk

D: Drew McIntyre

M: Pat McAfee

G: Corey Graves

C: Michael Cole

(ST) is used when multiple things are said at the same time.

Transcription

P: Well, my hat goes off to the champ. I’m not gonna tell him he’s gonna keep it warm for me because I don’t know what the future holds.

*McIntyre stares at Punk, who stares back.*

M: I think he has an idea of what the future holds.

*McIntyre walks towards the commentary table.*

P: Ah. I’ve been here before.

*McIntyre gestures for the other commentators to move out of the way and they do.*

C: Ok.

P: Be careful. Be careful, Drew. Your wife’s here.

*McIntyre climbs onto the table and crawls towards Punk, pushing the belt towards him.*

M: Like a jungle cat on our commentary desk.

*Punk applauds him.*

P: Congratulations. Have fun taking selfies on the internet with it.

*McIntyre kneels on the desk in front of Punk.*

D: I want you to know, every single thing I’ve said about you, I meant every single word.

P: I want you to know that I can’t hear a word you’re saying because I have cans on.

D: And let me tell you something. Right where you’re sitting, I’ll give you props, you got that down like nobody else. Step back in that ring ever again, I won’t put you out for a few months, I’ll end your career.

*Punk laughs.*

D: I’m not playing you; you think it’s funny? I’m not playing you.

P: I think it’s hilarious.

(ST) P: People bigger than you have told me that my career is over.

(ST) D: You’re welcome here.

D: Step back in the ring, I’ll end your career. This is my moment.

P: It is your moment. Why are you- why are you here? Why are you in my face? Why are you making it about me?

D: Because I want to rub it in your goddamn face!

*McIntyre gets up to crouch in front of Punk with the belt.*

(ST) D: Get this shot! I want this framed on my wall!

(ST) P: Alright man. Alright get it.

*Crowd starts chanting “CM Punk”.*

P: I ain’t never won a title and heard other people chanting somebody else’s name.

*McIntyre stands up and gives the DX “suck it” gesture with one hand while holding the belt in the other.*

M: Oh geez.

P: Alright. Ok.

M: Right in his face. He did that right in his face.

*Punk knocks McIntyre over and starts a fight.*

G: Wait a minute!

C: Oh my God!

[thlayli-ra]

Trick or treat is such a fun idea!

Could I request a Punkintyre ficlet with the shock collar prompt 🥺 (I would very much appreciate Drew being the one in the collar but I leave the details in your very capable hands)

Ok so, just, let me explain myself here! By the time this prompt came through I had already received the Cody Rhodes 'Shock Collar' prompt and I didn't want to essentially write the same fic so I tried to come up with something different and I couldn't stop thinking about this gifset from Bad Blood and @fantasticalleigh 's tags on it about Punk and Drew being like two beasts mating in captivity, and it made me think of the original Planet of the Apes movie and well... this is the final result. Hope it's kinda, sorta what you were hoping for (I'm sorry!)??? 😬

Trick - 'Shock Collar'

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre

Rating - Mature (18+)

Warning Tags - Alien Abduction, Drugging, Breeding, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Rough Sex

'Punk! Wake up! Wake up, ye stupid prick!'

A meaty palm slapped his cheek, stirring him from his deep sleep. 'Ow!' Punk grunted moodily. 'What the fuck's wrong with you?'

It was then that he saw the raw terror in Drew McIntyre's eyes. 'Everything is wrong! Everything is as fucking wrong as it can possibly be!'

His vision started juddering back into focus and Punk spied the metal above Drew's head. For a split second he thought they were both in the Cell, and that he'd taken a bad bump and passed out during their match but he soon realised that these were not the zig-zag mesh of Hell in a Cell.

These were bars!

They were both locked in some kind of cage!

Punk sat up like a shot to look around. The cage was large, more like an enclosure, and rich in foliage, wiry bushes, dirt and rocks. Punk was lying on a bed of hay in the top-most corner, under a bamboo canopy like some kind of animal in a zoo.

'Drew?' he stammered out. 'Where the hell are we?'

'I have no idea...'

The large Scot lumbered up to his feet and tentatively stepped out from under the canopy and into the make-shift forest. Behind him, Punk gawked when he noticed Drew's attire. Or lack of it! 'What are you wearing?'

Drew glanced down at the sparse shred of clothing to his name - a loin-cloth made from animal pelt draped around his waist and a metal collar around his neck. 'Same as you,' he shot back and Punk looked down and found to his horror that Drew was right. Letting out a curse, he shoved the front of his loin cloth down between his legs to give himself some decency then moved his fingers up to inspect the steel collar at his throat. It was bolted fast. The panic escalated into full-on alarm! 'What the fuck is going on?'

'Shh,' Drew hushed him, his ears pricked.

'You hear something?' Punk whispered.

'Shut up!'

Drew edged his way forward, reaching out his long arm to swipe through a clump of giant leaves and push them aside to reveal-

'JESUS CHRIST!' Drew toppled backwards with fright, landing hard on his lower back.

'FUCK!' Punk yelled, shuffling further back into his corner.

Quick as a flash Drew rushed up beside him, the two men shaking with terror. 'You saw that, right?' the Scot asked.

'Yeah,' Punk hushed out, trying to process what he had just seen. 'Yeah I saw it.'

Behind the leaves there had been a gap in the bars, filled with what looked like glass. A viewing gallery to peer into their enclosure. And there standing at the window were two figures crafted from their very nightmares. Impossibly tall and thin, something not of his world or the limits of his understanding, something that was completely...

...alien!

Suddenly a high-pitched shriek tore through Punk's head. He let out a wail as the pain screeched behind his eyes, covering his ears to try and stifle the blare.

'-creatures of P-0087453-E,' a tinny voice spoke inside Punk's very skull. 'We believe they refer to it as Earth-'

'W-what's happening?' Drew gritted out through his clenched teeth, tearing at his hair. He could hear it too!

'I don't know, I- GAH!'

'-simple creatures, not highly advanced. They can be prone to acts of violence and aggression, acting purely on their most basic urges-'

'I can hear a voice!' Punk yelled over the static in his skull. 'I think... I think it's them. Whatever they are!'

'I hear it too. How is that possible?'

'I have no idea! AAAGHHH!' The pain was growing, like somebody was blasting a badly tuned radio in his head.

'-but incredibly rare and valuable. Which is why our experts identified these two as a fertile pair and brought them here for our breeding programme-'

Punk froze. Had he really heard that right? Or did he just imagine it? Glancing up at Drew he was shocked to find the Scot looking deathly pale. He was afraid the larger man was about to keel over any second and shook him roughly by the shoulder to snap him out of his stupor. 'Hey, you ok?'

'This can't be happening! This is all some fucked up dream. This can't be-'

'-we will start our programme by activating the pheromones in the dominant male-'

Punk's stomach fell out from under him, wondering what on Earth that meant! Perhaps there was some kind of mechanism in the cage that would spray it into the enclosure? Anticipating it, he grabbed in a lungful of air and held it, waiting, listening, watching for anything to happen.

But nothing did.

He released his breath with a loud gasp, coughing oxygen back into his bloodstream. 'I think we're in the clear,' he told Drew, 'I didn't see or hear anything and I don't feel any different so-'

Drew let out a heavy grunt beside him, cutting him off and Punk turned to find the Scot shaking his head like he was trying to fend off an incoming sneeze.

'Drew? What's wrong?'

Drew's head shot up, his gaze finding Punk and fixing on him. His pupils were completely blown, erasing all the blue from his eyes. Making him resemble some kind of wild animal in the woods, a bear or wolf or... no, more like a shark circling the water, smelling fresh blood. Strong and dangerous. And hungry!

Guess he'd just found out who the so-called 'dominant male' was, and if that was Drew, then what exactly did that make Punk?

'Pheromones activated. Now all we have to do is wait and we'll hopefully see the mating rituals of this fascinating species.'

Shhhhhit! 'D-Drew?'

But the larger man wasn't listening! Settling onto his haunches like a crouched tiger, he began to stalk closer to his prey who scrabbled backwards with a yelp but where could Punk go? They were completely caged in and inevitably his spine collided with the metal bars of the cage, cutting off his retreat. Drew was on him now, mammoth arms boxing him in on either side and trapping him completely.

'Drew! Snap out of- urk!'

Punk's heart twisted with fear when Drew's bear paw found his chin, grasped it and lifted it up like he had done so many times before. The black, lifeless eyes looked him all over, Drew tilting his head slightly and giving that exact same elated smirk he'd worn back in the Cell at the first sight of Punk's blood. The hand at his chin then went for his throat, wrapping around Punk's collar and pushing him back until the base of his skull clattered against the bars.

Eyes clouded. No thoughts, only instinct.

'Drew! Hey McIntyre, listen to me!' Punk tried to break through the Scot's hysteria, tried to snap him out of this trance. 'You gotta fight it, you hear me? Fight it!'

But it was in vain. Punk's mouth was abruptly gagged by Drew's invading tongue, the larger man growling and snarling, rumbles vibrating down his throat and through their chests pressed together, while large, thick hands stroked all over Punk's shoulders and back and chest and nipples then trailed down his ribs and stomach and pelvis to-

'NO!' Punk wrenched his face to the side, freeing his mouth. His hand grabbed hold of Drew's wrist, stopping it in its tracks. 'GET OFF! STOP IT, DREW! THIS ISN'T YOU!'

And then the blue flickered back into Drew's eyes and for a brief moment, his humanity returned, only to be engulfed once again. 'No, no, no, no,' Drew pushed himself off of Punk, stumbling away. Punk, still packed tight against the bars of the cage, watched as the Scot roared in distress, grabbing fistfuls of his own hair, twisting his head from left-to-right and back again, a man trying to evade a swarm of invisible wasps.

'No,' he growled under his breath. 'No, not like this! Not this way!' Drew blinked the blue back into his eyes, holding onto himself again, however fleetingly. Then turned his attention towards the window of terror hidden away at the far end of the cage. 'No!' he spat at their captors, 'I won't!'

'-hmm, perhaps the first dose wasn't strong enough. Activating a second dosage-'

This time, Punk saw the powder puff up from Drew's metal collar, engulfing his face, and like before he struggled and writhed, trying to evade the poison but it was clinging to him, following him around the enclosure no matter how far he tried to run. His roars filled the air, Punk quaking with fear at its feral nature. Too scared to move, he watched as the huge Scotsman bent down and heaved a huge rock right up out of the ground.

'What the hell is he-?'

Drew rushed towards the observation window, the boulder raised high, meaning to throw it right through the glass and shatter it to smithereens.

'Immediate threat detected. Engaging collar!'

A loud crackle and Drew tossed his head back, screaming in agony. The boulder plunged from his arms and his body soon followed, both hitting the floor with a crash.

Punk leapt up to his feet, his heart in his throat.

'There, that should pacify him-'

But their captors grossly underestimated the fortitude of their prisoner. 'I'm no some beast in a cage,' he croaked, dragged his arms under him to push himself up, 'and you won't reduce me to one!'

'Shock him again!'

Another crackle and Drew fell onto his back, spine rigid and arched painfully off the filthy floor, howling through his gritted teeth, until the shockwave released him and all four limbs flopped, lifelessly. From his position by the bars, Punk held his breath, looking for any sign of life.

It all seemed hopeless. Until Drew rolled his hips back.

Unbelievably, he flipped up onto his feet in a perfect kip-up, just like he would in the ring and before they had a chance to shock him again, he grabbed up the boulder and launched it through the air with all his might.

'WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT!'

Drew went down with another terrible shockwave just as the boulder crashed against the glass, not shattering it but creating a crack that almost split the screen in two. Only this time, the gruelling torture didn't stop. The shocks continued, the Scot's body contorted horribly, flailing rigidly in the dirt. Punk rushed towards him, hearing the electricity running through his fellow wrestler, seeing the turmoil on his face. He looked towards that window of terror, and the creatures hidden behind the fractured spiderweb of broken glass.

'That's enough!' he yelled towards it, hoping that, by some miracle, if he could hear those things that they could hear him too. 'You'll kill him! Stop!'

But still the jolts continued, one after the other. And now Drew wasn't screaming anymore and Punk could see froth foaming at his mouth, his blue eyes rolling into the back of his head.

'I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!'

Still nothing. Punk's head went blank with panic, desperation.

'WE'LL DO IT! WE'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST TURN OFF THE COLLAR FOR FUCK'S SAKE!'

And finally... the crackling stopped. Followed by dreadful silence, highlighting the heavy breathing of both men and the putrid smell of burning flesh in the air.

'Punk...'

Punk's eyes found Drew's weakly fluttering back at him, pain-filled and weak. Ringed by the tiniest sliver of blue. 'It's ok, Drew, it's alright.'

'No... don't...'

Looking around him, Punk found the perfect spot and shuffled over to a large, flat rock. Slumping down to his knees, he bent over and lay atop the cold surface, lifting his hips up into the air.

Nothing happened. He looked back to find Drew where he left him, refusing to move.

'Come on Drew, it's alright. Just do as they say.' The Scot shook his head stubbornly. 'One little fuck isn't worth killing yourself over. Anyway, isn't this what you've wanted this whole time?'

'Not like this,' Drew choked out with a sob.

'If they kill one of us, they'll kill both of us,' Punk protested. 'The only chance we have of getting out of this is by sticking together.'

But still, Drew refused to move.

Punk sighed with defeat. Turning his face away, he placed his cheek against the cold rock and whispered, 'hit him with the pheromones again.'

From behind him, he could hear Drew call 'what did you just- urgh!' Then he held his breath and waited.

It didn't take long for Drew to crawl over, sniffing like a curious beast at Punk's rear. The tattooed man flinched when his loin cloth was ripped up, exposing his open cheeks and Drew mounted him from behind, his hairy chest and stomach rubbing up against his bare back. Two huge fists wrapped around Punk's skinny wrists and held them down, keeping Punk securely pinned on his front to the rock face as Drew rubbed his sopping wet and rock hard dick between Punk's glutes, prodding his head around until it lined up against his puckered hole.

Then rammed himself in. Punk choked on a cry of pain, a terrible burning at his rectum as he was stretched wide and entered. The beast on his back hooking himself into his body, breaking through the seal and into his guts, tearing him open.

No thoughts, only instinct.

And Punk closed his eyes and tried to fight the growing ache between his own legs and Drew's hands shackling his wrists tightly, and his warm breath grunting against his ear and his sweat falling onto Punk's back and pooling in that small hollow at the base of his spine and his huge dick ravishing him again and again.

But soon the blood and the pre-cum lubricated his passage, and Drew began to move easier and the thrusts became long and powerful and struck that perfect little sweet spot deep inside of him and Punk began to hear the crackles in his own skull and see the explosions of electricity behind his own eyelids and in an instant, he forgot the cage, the window, their plight and he became lost in the throes of the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Opening his thighs up wider to entice Drew in even further, his lips fell open and he moaned, a line of drool escaping the corner of his mouth and dripping onto the stone beneath him.

Drew began to pump in harder, scrubbing Punk's naked chest against the jagged rock and Punk was so helpless, caught in the larger man's strong grip and he couldn't help but love his helplessness, being held down and bred like a bitch in heat, all while being watched, being observed. A thought bubbled to the surface of his consciousness, wondering if he too had been hit with some kind of pheromone to muddle his senses but it fell away again when Drew hit his bundle of nerves head-on with the blunt tip of his dick. His own cock was full to bursting and it was too much to bear and when he let out a strangled cry, Drew obliged him by letting go of his wrist and grabbing him between the legs, pumping his shaft with a taut grip, the pad of his thumb teasing his slit.

'Fascinating! We always wondered how two males of this species mated and now we know it's through the-'

Punk went blind and deaf and even the blaring static in his head was drowned out as warm cum seeped into him and out of him, sopping from his wrecked hole and between his swollen cheeks and down his ragged thighs onto the dirt below. Drew collapsed onto him, nuzzling his face into the hollow between Punk's shoulder blades and kissed his flushed skin tenderly. 'S'you ok?' was all Punk's numb lips could form. Drew answered with a throaty purr.

Later, the pair were up on the hay under the canopy, Punk firmly snuggled in Drew's arms, both of them fast asleep. But something stirred the tattooed man slightly from his slumber, a tinny voice echoing around his skull.

'-a success. But this is only phase one of our breeding programme. Tomorrow we'll prep the submissive male for surgery and move into phase two-'

[ripleyflair]

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Nasty Dancer IX

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

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SmackDown at the Capital One Arena was set to be another electrifying episode, with the atmosphere buzzing in anticipation of the night’s events. The crowd was already roaring with excitement as they filled the massive arena, creating an exciting energy that could only be matched by the sheer intensity of the competitors and storylines that had been building for weeks.

The opening of the show saw Wade Barrett stepping into the spotlight. With his gravelly voice and undeniable charisma, he started by addressing the absence of Joe Tessitore, who had been missing from his usual post. Barrett took the opportunity to fill the audience in on the situation before Vic Joseph threw to a video recap of last week's show.

As the camera transitioned from the recap, the unmistakable music of Cody Rhodes hit the arena, and the crowd went wild. Cody was known for his passion and larger-than-life personality, and he had a message to share with the world. The air in the arena was thick with anticipation as the American Nightmare made his way down the ramp.

Upon entering the ring, Rhodes immediately took to the microphone, ready to kick off his segment. His voice boomed through the speakers, holding the crowd's attention. "WrestleMania is right around the corner," Cody began, teasing his fans with the idea of his potential opponents. "But, I need to know what you think. Who should I face?" He started to run through a few options, with the fans voicing their opinions loudly in the form of cheers and boos. The energy in the building was electric as Cody bantered with the audience, feeding off their reactions.

However, Cody was interrupted before he could say much more, and the unmistakable sound of Drew McIntyre’s music echoed throughout the arena. The tension rose as the Scottish Warrior made his way to the ring, his eyes locked on Cody. The two men exchanged looks, and the air grew thick with the promise of an impending clash between them.

But before anything could happen, a new figure emerged from the backstage area: Jacob Fatu. He strutted down the ramp with a sense of purpose, his eyes focused on the ring. As he entered the squared circle, his imposing presence filled the space. "The title belongs with my family," Jacob declared, his words resonating with a sense of pride and determination. His family’s legacy was at stake, and Jacob was there to stake his claim.

Just as things were beginning to heat up, the video screen behind them flickered to life, showing the image of Solo Sikoa walking backstage. Solo wasn’t alone, though, beside him, in a striking contrast, stood Aphrodite, dressed in all white. Her elegance seemed to light up the screen, contrasting sharply with the gritty environment of the arena. Jacob’s expression shifted immediately, his face hardening as he noticed them. His frustration was noticeable, but before he could voice his displeasure, a moment of silence hung in the air.

"I get the first word with Solo," Jacob said to Cody, his tone sharp. But Cody, ever the confident showman, responded with a quiet yet firm, "I'll get the last." The words hung in the air for a moment as the tension between the three men simmered. After a brief exchange of words, the scene cut away from the ring, and the camera shifted to the backstage area. It was there that the dynamics of the evening truly began to shift.

Backstage, Joseph shared a private moment with Aphrodite. They were a striking pair, their chemistry undeniable as they conversed in hushed tones. "I hate that our first Valentine's Day together again had to be spent at work," Joseph said softly, his voice laden with genuine affection. Aphrodite, looking up at him with a gentle smile, brushed a strand of hair from her face. "We can do a late dinner after the show," she replied, her voice tender yet filled with warmth.

As their conversation continued, Joseph leaned in to kiss Aphrodite, but she playfully pushed him away, her laughter filling the small space. "Stop it. We’re at work," she reminded him, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching. Unfortunately, someone had indeed seen them.

Savelina caught sight of the exchange. A smirk spread across her face as she approached, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh! I know I ain't just see what I saw," she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Joseph simply grinned. "You did," he confirmed, his voice dripping with a mix of humor and pride.

The interaction between the three of them continued for a while, with Savelina soaking in every detail of the unfolding relationship. Her smirk never wavered as the trio continued their conversation. But, as all things in the world of wrestling often go, duty called. Joseph and Aphrodite had to part ways to film another backstage segment, and the camera followed them as they made their way through the maze of corridors.

Meanwhile, backstage tensions were rising. Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga were seen searching for Solo Sikoa. The two of them were intent on finding their family member, but Solo, visibly distraught, wasn’t exactly in the mood to engage. "I need time off. I let the family down," Solo admitted, his voice heavy with regret. He said he loved Jacob, but that didn’t seem to alleviate the sense of disappointment in Jacob’s eyes. With nothing else to say, Jacob and Tonga walked away from Solo, leaving the tension unresolved.

It was then that Aphrodite, ever the supportive figure, stepped in. She placed a hand on Solo’s shoulder, offering him some comfort in his moment of vulnerability. The two lingered backstage, their presence a silent support for the conflicted man. It wasn’t long before the main event rolled around, and the camera crew once again shifted its focus to the action.

The triple threat match for a spot in the Elimination Chamber had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Jacob Fatu, Braun Strowman, and Damian Priest were set to clash in a contest that would determine who would earn the coveted spot in the upcoming pay-per-view match. The bell rang, and the action erupted immediately.

Jacob and Damian wasted no time, quickly ganging up on Braun and sending him crashing out of the ring. For a moment, it seemed like Braun was the odd man out, but his raw power wasn’t to be underestimated. As the match progressed, Braun began to show signs of his dominance, launching a rampage that shook the ring. But Jacob and Damian, in a clear attempt to build their individual feud, went after each other relentlessly.

At one point, Solo, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared to lend Jacob a helping hand. But to Cody Rhodes’ surprise, he quickly ran to the ring to fight Solo off. The situation quickly escalated as Tama Tonga joined in the fray, but Cody, in a burst of intensity, managed to get the better of them.

From the ring, Jacob saw Solo hit Tama Tonga, and his reaction was one of fury. He assumed it was an intentional attack, one that broke the fragile trust between him and his family. The chaos that followed was a blur as all three men seemed to be locked in a battle of wills. But in the end, it was Damian Priest who emerged victorious, securing the final spot in the Elimination Chamber.

After the match, there was a brief, unexpected moment of respect between Cody Rhodes and Damian Priest. They shared a handshake, a gesture that spoke volumes about their mutual understanding of the stakes that had been raised in the fight.

Once the camera cut away from the action, the focus shifted to the backstage area once more. Joseph was seen returning, his body language telling the story of a long night. Aphrodite was waiting for him, and as the camera crew captured their exchange, Aphrodite spoke quietly. "They’ll understand soon," she told Joseph, her voice filled with quiet confidence.

The moment between the two of them felt intimate, almost like a promise of things to come. The tension of the night slowly started to ebb away, replaced by the comfort they found in each other’s presence.

As the camera crew wrapped up for the evening, Joseph and Aphrodite made their way towards the locker rooms. "I found a Mexican restaurant that stays open late," Joseph said with a grin. "I made us a reservation." Aphrodite, her face lighting up at the mention of food, nodded in agreement. "Okay, go get cleaned up and we can leave to head over there," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Joseph made his way to the men’s locker room, ready to clean up after the chaotic night, while Aphrodite, in her own way, ran into Trinity and Jon. "What are y’all doing tonight?" Jon asked, his tone light and teasing.

"We’re going to a Mexican restaurant," Aphrodite answered with a playful smile.

Jon’s words, however, caught her a bit off guard. "You kids be safe, use protection," he joked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Trinity, ever the voice of reason, slapped Jon’s chest in mock disapproval. "Ignore him," she told Aphrodite with a wink.

"I will," Aphrodite replied with a laugh. "Joseph and I are taking things slow," she added.

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The Mexican restaurant was a hidden gem, a place of warmth that seemed to wrap itself around you the moment you stepped inside.

The walls were painted in vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange, each shade adding to the lively, yet inviting atmosphere. Intricately painted tiles adorned the walls, telling stories of Mexican culture and traditions. The soft, earthy tones of brown and terracotta grounded the space, giving it a welcoming feel. Above them, dim lighting hung like a soft embrace, casting a gentle glow over everything and creating an intimate atmosphere that felt both cozy and romantic.

The hostess greeted them with a warm smile, leading Joseph and Aphrodite through the restaurant’s warm, bustling interior to a private area tucked away from the main dining room. The space was secluded enough to offer them a sense of solitude but close enough to feel the pulse of the restaurant’s lively energy, a perfect balance for a quiet late evening.

The table was set for the occasion: a bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center, their vibrant colors bursting against the soft glow of flickering candles. Delicate flower petals were scattered across the table, adding a subtle touch of romance.

Aphrodite’s eyes sparkled as she took in the scene, a soft smile playing on her lips. The thoughtfulness behind Joseph’s choice of this particular restaurant didn’t escape her, and she appreciated the effort he’d put into making their Valentine’s Day dinner special.

As they settled into their seats, Joseph couldn’t help but feel the tension in his body slowly unwind. The chaos of the wrestling world, the endless demands of their professional lives, and the weight of the day seemed to melt away. Here, in this warm, intimate space, all of that felt distant.

Aphrodite reached across the table, her hand brushing gently against his. The touch was soft, deliberate, and full of meaning.

Joseph felt it instantly, the warmth of her hand, the sincerity in her eyes. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes. It said everything he needed to hear: she was here, present with him in this moment, and nothing else mattered.

He met her gaze, his grip tightening slightly around her hand. There was something about the way she spoke, the quiet confidence in her words, that made him believe in the future where, despite all the turbulence and uncertainty, they would find their way.

In the face of the unknown, her words were like a lighthouse in a storm. They were a promise, unspoken but clear, that no matter what life threw at them, they would be okay.

The quiet reassurance between them was enough. They didn’t need grand gestures, lofty promises, or dramatic declarations. For now, in this small, peaceful corner of the world, they simply existed together. And that was all they needed.

As the evening wore on, their conversation naturally flowed from one topic to the next. It started with light-hearted banter, discussing the absurdities of life on the road like the bizarre encounters with fans, the strange habits of their colleagues, and the quirks of their backstage world. But as they continued, the conversation deepened, and they began to open up to each other about more personal matters.

With each passing moment, Joseph felt the distance between them dissolve further, until it felt as though there was no space left to close. He could feel the connection growing stronger, not just as a couple, but as two people who had truly found each other.

When their margaritas arrived, they clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out softly in the quiet space. A gentle laugh followed, blending with the soft, ambient music playing in the background. The night outside seemed quieter as if the world itself had paused for a moment, allowing them to bask in this peaceful solitude.

Aphrodite leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-closed in contentment as she sighed. "This was nice," she said, her voice full of quiet satisfaction. "I needed this. Just to get away from everything, you know?"

Joseph smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Me too," he said quietly, his tone carrying an unspoken agreement.

Aphrodite nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she spoke again. "Sometimes I think we forget to appreciate these little things. It's easy to get caught up in the chaos."

Joseph’s smile softened further, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "We don’t forget, Aphrodite. We just get distracted. But we always find our way back, don’t we?"

She nodded, her eyes locking with his in a way that conveyed everything they both knew without saying a word. There was no need for further explanation. The bond between them was unspoken, understood without question. It was in the small, simple moments, the quiet exchange of a meal, the shared look, the way they could sit together in complete silence and feel entirely at peace.

As they finished their meal, the evening seemed to stretch on, the world outside slowing down just for them. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the rest of the restaurant began to fade into the background as the final moments of their dinner stretched on. Time felt less important here, what mattered was the presence they shared in this moment, in this space.

Eventually, the check arrived. They paid with the same quiet satisfaction that had marked the entire evening. There were no grand gestures, no extravagant displays of affection just a simple exchange between two people who had found something real, something genuine in each other.

As they walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air greeted them again, but it didn’t feel harsh. Instead, it was refreshing, like a reminder that the world outside was still moving, still full of noise and energy but here, with them, all of that could be left behind. For a while, they didn’t need to engage with the outside world. This moment, this night, was theirs.

The drive back to the hotel was as calm as the journey to the restaurant had been. The streets were quiet, and the city lights shimmered through the windows of the car, their reflections dancing across the surfaces. There was no need for conversation. The comfort of each other’s presence was enough. They didn’t need to fill the silence with anything more than what was already between them.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, they exchanged a brief, knowing look, no words were necessary. They both understood. The night had been everything they needed it to be.

And as they walked toward the elevator, Joseph couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had been perfect.

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It was Sunday afternoon as Aphrodite stood in the warmth of her home, her eyes flickering from one bouquet to the next, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of vibrant blooms she had received for Valentine’s Day.

The fourteen bouquets, each a beautiful arrangement from friends and family, were a testament to how much she was loved. Alongside them, four additional bouquets from Joseph stood proudly, each one a symbol of his affection and care. It wasn’t lost on her how much effort he was putting into their relationship.

The sun streamed in through the large windows of her living room, casting long shadows on the polished hardwood floor. Aphrodite’s mind, however, was far from the peaceful serenity of her surroundings.

Instead, her thoughts swirled, as she tried to figure out how to arrange the flowers, knowing that her garden was already starting to overflow with colorful blooms. She had become quite the expert gardener over the years, each season seeing her add new and exciting plants to her outdoor sanctuary. Yet, today, with so many flowers to deal with, she was at a loss.

Before she could settle on a plan, the door creaked open, and in walked her best friends, Jatae and Mona. Their presence was always a welcome distraction from the chaos of her thoughts.

“I think you may need to buy the house next door for their backyard, Dottie,” Mona said, taking in the view of the flowers. Her voice was filled with amusement as she surveyed the scene.

Jatae, ever the more serious one, simply nodded in agreement. “You think I should? I’ve been thinking about pulling a Kardashian and buying both houses on either side of mine and making a compound,” Aphrodite said, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

Mona raised an eyebrow. “Why would you need a compound?”

“It’s just an idea,” Aphrodite said quickly, not really meaning it but secretly enjoying the fantasy of it all. A compound, she thought. It would certainly make it easier to store all these flowers.

Jatae let out a low chuckle. “She may be trying to pull a Kardashian and have a boatload of kids.”

Aphrodite rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” she said, though a quiet part of her did wonder what that life might be like.

The thought was nice, having a big family, maybe a few kids running around in the yard, laughter filling the air but it wasn’t something she was ready for yet.

Joseph’s name lingered in her thoughts as Jatae spoke again, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Oh, so that means things with Joseph are going well. Maybe that’s why you didn’t invite India to plant flowers with us today?”

Aphrodite’s smile faltered for a moment. “Things are okay with Joseph,” she said, trying to sound casual. “And I did invite India, she heard flowers and immediately declined,” Aphrodite said.

Mona shook her head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “And we know India is public enemy number one when it comes to Joseph. She ain’t gonna believe that he’ll do right by you until something happens like God, himself coming and telling her that Joseph has changed. India won’t ever trust him until she sees some concrete proof that he’s changed.”

Aphrodite sighed, trying not to let the heaviness of those words get to her.

“I love India, but damn, once she hates you, she hates you,” Jatae said, and Aphrodite couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“Well, to be fair, I did spend a good amount of time crying over Joseph, thinking my life was over after our breakup,” Aphrodite explained, her voice quiet but firm. “I think she gets a pass for not trusting him at the moment.”

Mona crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “Yeah, but you’re happy now, so she needs to loosen up. You’re not the same person you were before. Things have changed.”

Aphrodite was quiet for a long moment, her thoughts drifting to her cousin Megan, another vocal member of the “we hate Joseph” club. Megan had always been adamant that Aphrodite shouldn’t have gotten back together with Joseph. Their rekindled relationship didn’t sit well with her, and she was quick to voice her concerns.

“I haven’t heard from Megan in a while, but she did text me a couple of days ago,” Aphrodite said, rubbing her temples. “She’s still very anti-Joseph, and she tried to ask me if I was ever planning on sitting down with Joseph’s baby mama. She feels like I need to find out why things didn’t work between them, especially with a ten-month-old baby in the mix.”

Mona and Jatae exchanged a look, both of them intrigued by this new development. Aphrodite could practically feel the wheels turning in their minds as they processed the information.

“Oh, God, not you two,” Aphrodite muttered, realizing where the conversation was headed.

Mona grinned. “Hey, you gotta think about it, Dottie. Three kids and the relationship failed again. Don’t you want to know why?”

Aphrodite bit her lip, unsure of how to answer. She hadn’t given much thought to the reasons behind Joseph’s past relationships. “No, I don’t,” she said firmly. “That’s their business.”

“Liar,” Jatae said with a smirk, clearly not buying her answer.

Aphrodite could feel her resolve weakening, but she was determined not to dig too deep into Joseph’s past. She didn’t want to be haunted by questions that didn’t have answers, especially ones that might cause her more pain than they were worth. “I don’t want to know,” she said again, though her voice held a tinge of uncertainty.

“Okay, I’ll find out then let you know what I find out about it,” Jatae said, not missing a beat.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, a mix of exasperation and amusement crossing her face. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Let’s get these babies into the ground,” she said, eager to move on from the topic of Joseph’s past relationships and focus on the task at hand.

Later that night, as Aphrodite curled up on the couch with Joseph, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across their faces, she felt a familiar sense of peace. They had always been able to fall into a comfortable routine when they were together. Tonight was no different. They had chosen a light-hearted comedy to watch, the kind that didn’t require much thought but kept them both entertained.

As the movie played on, Aphrodite’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, seeing a text from Jatae: “Girl! I got the tea.”

Aphrodite’s heart sank slightly. As much as she didn’t want to know the details, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging curiosity. She quickly typed back: “What’s the tea?”

Jatae’s response came swiftly: “So they broke up because he still wasn’t over you. No matter what she tried to do to make him move on, he couldn’t. She got tired of you taking up space in his heart, so she left. You got that power over him.”

Aphrodite’s breath hitched in her chest as she read the words. She didn’t know how to feel. Part of her was relieved that the breakup hadn’t been because of something more drastic, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for her and Joseph now. She had never thought of herself as someone who had that kind of power over him, but the realization sent a strange thrill through her.

Joseph, who had been glancing at her phone, raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Aphrodite glanced up at him, surprised by the tension in his voice. She had expected him to be more lighthearted about the text, but the look on his face told her that he was upset.

“Sefa,” Aphrodite said, using his nickname, trying to gauge if he was angry or hurt.

Joseph’s frown deepened as he leaned back on the couch, his expression clouded. “You could have just asked me instead of sending your friends to snoop,” he said, the words laced with a slight edge.

“I didn’t send them. They just wanted me to know,” Aphrodite replied, trying to explain herself.

Joseph crossed his arms and stared at her, his gaze intense. “Right, so how do you feel now that you know?”

Aphrodite shifted uncomfortably. “Worried that your baby mama may hate me,” she admitted, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joseph said, his voice softening. “She may not be okay with you being back in the picture at the moment, but I’m working on that.”

“I don’t want no baby mama drama,” Aphrodite said quietly, though the fear of it lingered in the pit of her stomach.

“You didn’t have any the first time around, so you won’t have any now,” Joseph reassured her.

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. “Lies. We had drama, Joseph. You may not have thought it was drama, but it was. She didn’t have any boundaries, and I was constantly picking up the slack after you two with the kids. And she didn’t appreciate it when Zev accidentally called me ‘mommy’ in front of her,” she pointed out, remembering the uncomfortable tension from their previous interactions.

Joseph seemed to think about this for a moment, nodding slowly. “But we were good the majority of the time,” he said, though there was a touch of defensiveness in his voice.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, not willing to let him off the hook so easily. “Whatever,” she muttered. “By the way, does she know I’m around her sons?”

Joseph nodded. “You know Zev can’t hold water. He immediately told her that they come over to your house,” he revealed.

Aphrodite paused, taking in this new piece of information. “And how does she feel about that?”

Joseph’s expression softened. “She knows you’re a good person, so she’s only worried about being kept in the loop about the boys being over here.”

Aphrodite nodded, the conversation leaving her with more to think about than she had expected. But as she turned her attention back to Joseph, the weight of their past, present, and future seemed to shift, even if only a little.

Next: Chapter Ten

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Introduction - Hello! I'm moxley or Spitz. I am 18, aromantic/asexual, genderfluid, any pronouns, actively a student. I am simply here to yap, do storyline character analysis for wrestling, and maybe even write a little. this blog is 18+ as I do say somethings that are questionable, and probably not best for a younger audience at times.

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Wrestling promotions I watch - WWE, AEW, TNA, ROH, NJPW.

Wrestlers I like (not in order ish) - Will ospreay, Hangman Adam page, Mjf, orange Cassidy, Kenny Omega, Damian priest, la knight, Kris statlander, willow nightingale, Julia Hart, Rhea Ripley, hiromu Takahashi, El phantasmo, Jon moxley, Eddie Kingston, jack Perry, hook, Seth Rollins, drew McIntyre, pretty deadly, Sheamus, drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, shibata, toni storm, Harley Cameron, joe Hendry, Shawn Michaels, Kane, Chyna, Lita, AJ Lee, Alexa bliss, the Wyatts, Jimmy uso, Ethan page, wheeler yuta, iyo sky, MxM, Jay white, Max caster, Gunther, wardlow, Christian cage, edge/Adam Copeland, Kyle Fletcher, konosuke takeshita, MxM.

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• Flynn Rider

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I DO NOT WRITE FOR THE FOLLOWING

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• R@pe (noncon)

• p!SS k!nk

• Feet....😐

(i think you get it)