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thlayli-ra · 4 months ago

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Stray (epilogue)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature

Warnings - None

Words - ~2,500 words

Summary - New beginnings

Punk stared up at the blue sky above as another plane took off, the roar of its engine booming against his ears. His heart thrummed as noisily in his chest and he began to gnaw on his bottom lip.

Damn, he didn't expect the nerves to start this early.

'Is this it?' Punk was startled from his musings by Joe's voice behind him. His ex was pulling a small suitcase out of his trunk.

'That's it,' he replied, taking the suitcase from Joe when he noticed the reproachful look in his ex's eye. 'I travel light.'

'That's not 'light',' Joe corrected, 'that's practically empty'.

'I'm not going into the middle of the jungle,' Punk said with a shrug. 'I can buy whatever I need when I get there.'

'True,' Joe admitted then put on his old, familiar 'Mom' tone. 'Did you pack warm clothes?'

'Yes,' Punk said with a fond roll of his eyes.

'Plenty of socks?'

'Yes.'

'Underwear?'

'Don't wear any.' He tried to keep his poker face but Joe's brow deepened and he couldn't hold it. 'Yes.'

'Euros?'

'They actually use pounds over there,' Punk relished in the chance to correct his ex's world knowledge for once with a smug grin. 'And yes. But I've got credit cards too.'

'What about-'

'Joe,' he put his hand on the larger man's shoulder and looked him in the eye, 'I'm telling you. I'm good.'

'Ok, ok,' Joe shut the trunk and the pair of them began to walk towards the airport. 'Still can't believe you're fucking doing this.'

'Neither can I.' Punk looked up as another airplane took off and dragged in a stuttering breath. He changed the subject quickly. 'So how's your packing going?'

'Last of it will be shipped off on Friday,' he replied.

'That was fast,' Punk noted.

'Yeah, well, most of it was boxed already,' Joe rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 'And with you leaving town, I didn't see any reason to stick around.'

'Guess not,' Punk's shoulders slumped. 'I'm... gonna miss you.'

'Hey, I'll only be in SoCal,' Joe said. 'You know you can visit any time. Larry too!' Punk stiffened, biting down on his bottom lip. 'You wish he was coming with you today, don't you?'

'So bad,' Punk admitted.

'It'll only be for a week or two. Once you're settled in Anyway, I'm sure he'll be having a great time getting spoiled rotten by his Aunty AJ.'

'He's gonna be three times the size the way she keeps feeding him,' Punk groaned, finding it harder to keep on his straight face. By now, they'd arrived at the airport doors and he stopped in his tracks amongst the hustle and bustle of travellers rushing in and out of the sliding portal into the cavernous building beyond. 'What time is it?'

'2.16,' Joe replied.

'Shit, we're early! My flight's not for hours!'

'I'm the one who drove you here,' Joe scoffed. 'Of course you're early.'

The doors opened wide before him. Punk caught a glimpse of flashing boards and desks and queues and baggage racks and felt a fresh wave of panic!

'You wanna... go grab a coffee?' he asked Joe, suddenly.

The larger man mulled it over. But only for a second or two. 'Sure, I'd like that.'

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

'Oh, well, thank you,' Punk replied and plunged his fork straight in.

'How's the hand doing?' Joe said, observing it cautiously, like it might burst into flames any second.

'Good.' Punk wiggled his fingers. Two of them moved more sluggishly than the others. 'Lost some of the range of movement in them but it shouldn't affect things too much.'

'Hmm,' Joe knew what that meant. 'Still eyeing up that one final run, huh?'

The fork stopped in mid-air. The larger man found Punk with his bottom lip pouting and his brows furrowed, contemplating. 'Don't know. Haven't really thought about it.'

Joe's brows rocketed up to the sky. 'Huh. Well how about that.'

Punk didn't even realise the significance of his words to his ex as he took another greedy bite of his pie. 'Did I tell you about the sentencing?'

Joe stiffened, the grip on his cup grew tighter. 'Twenty years each. A fucking joke.'

'Least they're locked up,' Punk noted with a sharpness in his tone. 'Least it's all over now and we can put it behind us.'

'Hmm.'

'Least now I don't have to stick around for the courts anymore,' Punk went on. 'I can finally leave and go be with Drew. This long-distance shit sucks!'

'I know it's been hard for you both,' Joe admitted. 'I'm glad you're finally gonna see him again. In person this time, not just on a screen.'

'Urgh, it was painful. Especially with Drew's crappy Wi-Fi!' Joe gave a small huff of laughter while Punk chewed thoughtfully on some pastry. 'And hey, at least you don't have to worry about me now.'

Joe lowered his cup and fixed his eyes on him. 'Phil, I'll always worry about you.' A warm glow pulsed in Punk's rib cage. 'If anything, I'll worry even more, I mean, you're gonna be in an entirely different country in an entirely different continent.'

'It'll only be for a year or two. Until Drew gets his visa sorted.' Punk heard Joe taking in a deep breath and knew something was up. 'What?' he eyed him suspiciously.

'It's just... the longest I've ever seen you leave Chicago was like a month and a half. And you got so homesick that we had to watch Ferris Bueller every night for a week.' Punk let out a loud laugh at the memory. 'And we were only in fucking Miami! This is... Scotland, we're talking about.'

'I'll miss Chicago,' Punk admitted, scraping some creamy frosting onto his fork, 'but I'll be fine. I'll be with Drew, and... I know it sounds cheesy as hell but when I'm with him, I feel... it feels like home.'

Joe absorbed Punk's words. His lips slowly wobbled into a content smile and he nodded his head.

'You know something,' Punk picked up the conversation again. 'I like this.'

'What, the pie? Yeah I thought it would be right up your-'

'No' Punk shook his head. 'I mean this.' He motioned with his finger between the pair of them. 'You and me. Going out for coffee. Talking. Like friends.'

'Phil, we're not friends.'

Punk's head shot up with a heartbroken squeak but Joe only grinned softly back at him.

'You were right when you said we could never be just friends. We've been through so much together, we mean too much to each other. We're something else.'

'Then what? What are we?'

Joe took a long, slow slurp of his coffee, eyes squinted in thought. 'We're... BFFs.'

Punk snorted a laugh then held up his cup. 'I'll drink to that. To BFFs.'

Joe clinked his own cup against his. 'To BFF's.'

The connecting flight from O'Hare to JFK was easy enough but the long haul over the Atlantic was gruelling. Punk tried to distract his over-active mind by watching the in-flight movie or reading but as the little plane icon edged further along the red dotted line on his screen, the butterflies in his belly manifested into a herd of flapping turkeys and he could only bring himself to stare out the window at the clouds and blue sea below and try to keep calm.

He'd never been bothered by a descent before but when the 'safety buckle' light pinged on and the turbulence kicked in, he began to sweat. Halfway through the landing, the old lady sitting next to him placed her hand over his.

'It's alright, dear,' she cooed, wrapping her warm, gnarled fingers around his. 'My husband was a nervous flyer too. We'll be safely on the ground very soon.' He wondered for a moment how she knew then noticed his fingernails were digging into the fabric of his armrests, his knuckles white.

'Thank you, m'am,' he murmured back.

'Are you coming over for a holiday?' the lady asked. She was British but he couldn't place where from exactly.

'No, m'am, I'm...' he could see fields of green coming into view out the window beneath them. Followed rapidly by grey square of houses, a city, tiny at first getting bigger and bigger. 'I'm... gonna be living here. For a while. With my boyfriend.' It felt strange saying it out loud. Like an out-of-body experience.

'Oh, how lovely,' the woman smiled sweetly. 'Will he be there to meet you at the gate?'

The turkeys in his stomach began pecking at his lining. 'Yeah. Should be.'

'If you ask me, that's the most wonderful thing about flying,' she squeezed his hand again and wrinkled the bridge of her button nose at him. 'Families and loved ones coming together again after being apart.'

Her words were like a salve, soothing some of the chaos inside. 'Y-yeah, guess you're right.'

'I'm sure your boyfriend will be over the moon to see you again.'

'Thank you, m'am.'

She held his hand the whole way down until they landed with a bump on the runway. Punk helped her take her suitcases off the conveyor belt at the baggage claim. 'You're so kind, dear,' she said, then beckoned him down to her height so she could kiss his cheek. 'Now you make sure and tell your boyfriend how lucky he is having such a gentleman as you.'

Punk huffed a laugh at that and waved as the old lady disappeared through the gate. Then he turned back to the conveyor, his eyes finding his own bag circling round and round and round. His hands remained in his pockets, standing, waiting until one-by-one the conveyor emptied out and he was the last one standing.

He tried to breathe, the way Joe had taught him but every drag stuttered and choked him. 'Come on, this is stupid,' he scolded himself under his breath. 'You've walked out in front of thousands, millions even. You can't get stage fright now!'

He lifted his case and trundled up to the gates, passed through security and border control and finally he started that long walk into the hub of the airport itself. Stepping through the open doors he glanced around timidly, scanning each face in the crowd.

Then let out an audible gasp.

Drew was right there! Leaning against a column with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark hair was tied back and he was wearing jeans with a blue sports top under his leather jacket. As soon as he spied Punk, he straightened up, his dimples popping into his cheeks with a smile and his dazzling blue eyes shimmering like the morning sun on the ripples of a mountain pool.

And in that single instant, all the nerves melted away. Punk wondered what the hell he'd been so nervous about. The hard part was over - this next step was easy.

The two lovers bashfully walked towards one another, their cheeks reddening. Punk let go of his case, left it standing alone as he lifted both hands in front of him.

A wave.

A thumbs-up.

First two fingers touching the side of his eye then swiping towards Drew.

Straight left index finger touching the curve made by his right thumb and forefinger.

Right index finger curled on his left palm.

Right index finger touching his left index finger.

All fingers interlocked, palms facing.

Punk finished and looked up expectantly at Drew who's stunning sapphires had grown twice their size. Then they softened. His lips parted.

'It's good to see you too, Punk.'

If Drew had been stunned at Punk's little surprise, the tattooed man almost fainted with shock at his! 'You... you can...'

The Scot gave a hearty laugh at the slack-jawed expression on his boyfriend's face. 'Aye,' he said, scratching his fingers through his beard, 'I've been seeing a speech therapist for a few months now. Sorry I didn't tell you before - I wanted to surprise ye.'

Punk just gaped back.

'But you did the same!' Drew pointed out. 'How long have you been learning BSL?' Nothing in reply. 'Punk?' He waved his large hand in front of his boyfriend's face. 'Anyone home?'

A soft smile wobbled onto Punk's lips. 'You do have the accent.'

Drew dipped his head, the bridge of his nose turning a deep shade of pink. 'Aye well. It's not as broad as it once was, but it's still there, at least. Here, I'll help you with your bags.' Drew grabbed hold of the small suitcase's handle then looked around, confused. 'Is this it?'

'Urgh, you sound just like my ex!'

Drew chuckled. 'How is Joe?' he asked while they made their way out of the airport. His free hand dropped to his side and found Punk's. The tattooed man beamed, enjoying the feeling of physical connection with Drew after being apart from him for almost a year and a half.

They chatted comfortably as Drew drove them out of the airport parking lot and onto the motorway. Punk was completely enchanted by the sound of Drew's voice, even if it felt so strange and almost unnatural falling from the Scot's lips. He closed his eyes to listen deeper to it; the rich bass, the rugged accent, the lilting intonation when he was telling a joke. The words themselves passed him by but the sound alone was such an opulent feast that he felt full to the brim.

Outside, the landscape skimmed past, changing from the tall city blocks to pretty flat fields, wooden fence posts, the odd weathered stone building. 'So, this is Scotland, huh?'

'This? Fuck no!' Drew scoffed. 'This is England. You'll know when we reach Scotland.'

'How will I know when-?'

'Trust me,' Drew arched a cheeky brow at his boyfriend, 'you'll know.'

Punk shrugged off the cryptic statement and they continued to chat, about Larry, about AJ, about all the pitfalls in visa bureaucracy when all of a sudden, Punk sat upright and pressed his face to the window.

'Holy shiiiii...'

It had happened so suddenly, like they had travelled through some magic veil into a whole new world. All around them, towering green hills loomed high like mighty sentinels, crowds of them holding the narrow road in their giant hands. Punk felt so small all of a sudden, gaping up at the majestic peaks, dotted all around with fluffy freckles of grazing sheep. Off to his right, a gap opened up between two of the giants, revealing an awe-inspiring waterfall rushing down the entire height of the jagged cliff, its clear waters sparkling with a million stars of sunlight.

'Told you, you would know,' Drew piped up, smugly. 'Pretty, huh?'

Punk tore his gaze away from the flawless masterpiece outside his window and found something even more dazzling, more breath-taking, sitting right there in the car next to him. He thought back to that fateful night in the storm, remembering the filthy, bedraggled, pitiful creature in a muzzle that he had scooped onto his back and taken home.

That creature had transformed into an angel. Celestial, unearthly.

Magnificent.

His grin hiked up his cheek making his crow's feet crinkle fondly.

'Beautiful,' he said, breathlessly.

The End

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scumbag4scumbag · 9 months ago

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Shameless Self-Promotion: Comments Requested

So, this fanfic universe kinda feels like my magnum opus of wrestling fic... I've written others, mostly AdaMJF/BTYBB fics (and I'm more than happy to share those links as well), but I started this CMJF verse with what was supposed to be a one-shot set in a world where Max is the heir to a rich New York family's business and fortune, and Punk is the older, poor as fuck, guitarist in a band who turned Max's life upside down. The first piece I wrote was Max drunkenly calling Punk after being abandoned a week before his wedding to Adam Cole, the guy his parents had approved of. But it grew... and grew... and grew.

Unfortunately, I've put in a lot of work, but haven't gotten much feedback on it. My AdaMJF stuff gets a decent amount of feedback, but CMJF not so much... maybe because they don't actually interact anymore, so the ship fandom is dying? IDEK. But I know there's a lot of AO3 writers on the old Tumblr, so I figure worst case? Nobody sees this and best case? I get some feedback!!

Anyways... without futher ado, let me link ya.

Toxicity Is a Virtue... or Something: A CMJF AU Universe Description: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the golden son of a wealthy New York family. CM Punk is his parents’ worst nightmare.

Part 1: Watch Me Turn Your Mind Into My Home Summary: Max is slumming at a punk rock club with his friends. Punk is playing that club with his band. Worlds collide and shit gets messy. In Progress

Part 2: Why Are You Here? Summary: It's been a few months since Maxwell Jacob Friedman and CM Punk broke up, and they've both moved on. Or so they both think. Complete - One-shot

Part 3: Pretty When You Cry Summary: Max thought he had finally found the person who would love him forever -- who would never break his heart -- in the person of Adam Cole. But as usual? Max thought wrong. -or- 5 times Adam truly smiled at Max and 1 time he tried to but failed. Complete - One-shot

Part 4: Sick Like Me Summary: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the son of one of New York City's richest families, and as such, his parents have been planning his life for a long time. CM Punk is the much older, much poorer guy he dated 5 years ago. Adam Cole is the charmer Max's parents loved until he left him a week before their wedding. Larry just wants a treat. In Progress

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 1 year ago

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Samoa Joe NSFW Alphabet

Your welcome

Main Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

Word count: 879

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Believe it or not Joe is a big ol softie

Samoa Joe is the type of guy who would destroy you, then nurse you back to health just so he can destroy you again

He enjoys after care, seeing you in pure bliss, he loves to see the effect he has on you

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Joe doesn’t necessarily have a favorite part on himself but overall likes his size

He loves how he is so much bigger than you

His favorite part on you is your thighs

He loves to bury his head between your thighs

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Joe loves to make a mess all over you

Your stomach, your chest, everywhere

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This isn’t necessarily a dirty secret but a secret of his is that behind closed doors he is a real sweetheart

He would do anything for you and I mean anything

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s been with many people

He knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl, it’s his absolute favorite

He loves it when your bouncing on his cock, fucking yourself on him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Joe is a serious man, during sex is no different

However he isn’t afraid to crack a joke

He is more of a tease, laughing to himself how he can so easily turn you into mush

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he wants to he can be

Taking his sweet time with you, slowly making you come undone, it’s torturous

Although he can be soft and gentle most of the time he is rather rough

J = Jack Off (Masturbation, how often)

Like every man he does it quite often (but I feel like it’s not as often as you would think)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink (huge breeding kink, like massive)

Pregnancy kink

Overstimulation

Praise kink

Forced orgasm/orgasm control

Spanking

Cream pie

Cockwarming

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

This man can and will take you anywhere

He typically likes the privacy of your own home, or hotel room but that won’t stop him

He’s taken you on the beach, the pool, the gym, if he wants you, he gets you, doesn’t matter where you are and if you get caught

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on by anything

You will wear outfits that will drive him mad, teasing him throughout the day

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing

You are his and his only

He would murder anyone who even attempted to make a move on you

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He would rather give

It’s one of his favorite things

He loves to eat you out

He would eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and desert if he could

He loves the way you cum on his face

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be slow and sensual when he wants

Most of the time he is fast and rough

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies can happen at random times, if he gets that urge he will take you right then and there, it doesn’t matter where you are

Quickies do happen more often than you are both willing to admit but you both would rather take your time, not feeling rushed

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Joe is a risky man

He loves to take risks and experiment

(always checking with you first)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I swear this man never gets tired, he can just keep going

It’s unnatural

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Joe definitely has a secret collection of toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a huge tease

He loves to tease

It’s his favorite thing to do

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is loud

W = Wild Card

Joe loves to absolutely destroy you

He loves to turn your brain into mush, destroying you completely to the point where you can’t even form sentences

He loves to make you cum over and over again, you begging him to end the beautiful overstimulating torture

Gently wiping the tears that fall from your face

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

5-6 but THICK

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very High

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Although you would suspect he would fall asleep he wouldn't dare sleep until he knows you are asleep

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deepdisireslonging · 10 months ago

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Surrender

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Angst, canon-level violence

Word Count: 850

Note: Doing a bit of a character study for a larger work thats about to come out. In the words of the Dread Pirate Roberts: "To the Pain" ->

The roar of the crowd echoed in your head like a pack of wolves baying for blood. Just feet from you, caged in by ring ropes and across a desert of canvas, the love of your life battled for you.

Already you could see the bruises forming on his skin. The bright welt across his chest from the slaps. The dark gelatinous forms around his ribs from punches and kicks. But what worried you the most was how Joe’s elbows were hungry to catch Ricky’s throat. If he did that, it would end the match.

Every so often, Joe glanced your way. The match progressed, and Ricky’s offense moved slower and slower. And Joe’s face slid with ease into a smug grin as the end glared inevitable.

“I need to ask you something.” You twisted the traitorous cloth around your fingers. Small enough to hide from Ricky on your way down to the match. Large enough to weigh like a boulder of guilt in your pocket. You swallowed as Britt waited for you to continue. “What do you do? When Adam is going to far; when you both know he won’t return to you in one piece?”

She tasted several answers on her tongue before answering. “You be there for him. Stand there. Watch the pain, feel it burn in your lungs. And you give it back to him as a strength that will motivate him either to the finish or the end. But my experiences… they’re not like what you’re going to have to endure. I’m sorry I can’t be more help.”

“That’s alright. Thank you.”

The ring shook as Ricky bounced off the ropes, hurtling towards his target. His eyes gleamed with focus and determination. Despite what advice Britt had given you, the cheers and praise you wanted to give him died on your lips. Mostly you could manage a smile when he looked your way. One that he would return. And then shift back to the matter at hand.

Still, your lungs quaked.

If he won: he was number one contender. If he tapped out: Joe was number one contender. And you would work for him instead. No pinfall. No count-outs. No disqualifications. Submission only.

You knew him. His match with Danielson was before you joined the roster as Ricky’s valet. And before the feelings developed. You hated how you longed for his touch after matches now. Wanting to feel and know that he was okay like you had never needed before. Ricky wouldn’t tap. He had passed out instead of tapping to Danielson’s brutal victory. The recovery period had, apparently, been more brutal than what the cameras revealed.

Would you be able to survive them with him?

Would the potential championship be worth it?

Then, your nightmare came to fruition.

Joe’s grip caught Ricky’s wrist. With a quick tug, your love was in his arms. Joe turned so you could see his face contort, so you could see him gasp for air. And behind him, like a grinning gargoyle ready to spill a waterfall of brimstone on your dreams, Joe watched you. He waited. Listened. Patiently paused his malice to see what you would do.

“Here.” Joe drifted out of the shadows and handed you a small square of white. “He’s going to need it.”

The fabric seemed to burn your hands. But Joe refused to take it back.

“We both know him. You better than most. He won’t tap. To keep you near he’d rather hold hot coals than let me borrow you.” He stepped near, trapping you against the wall. “I won’t need you long. I promise. Once the title’s mine, you can go back to him. But he’s in my way of getting my title back. If he wants to have a bit of a rematch after I hold gold, he’s welcome to it. Until then,” he nodded at the cloth, “think about it. And what’s best for him.”

Biting your bottom lip, you dragged the surrender out of your pocket.

Ricky’s eyes, already drooping shut from wont of oxygen, widened. He did his best to shake his head. Holding out his hand, he rasped, “reach for me.”

Your hand slid between the ropes. Though your fingertips would never be able to touch, maybe your closer proximity could help him find a way out?

The grip tightened around his throat, and Joe fell to one side. His leg pinned down Ricky’s flailing limbs.

You watched the glow fade from his eyes. His gaze, glazed and empty, never moved from where he knew you to be. But his lips were already taking on a purple hue.

Joe nodded at the square in your hands.

Against your will, it dragged your hand up to the bottom rope, draping the white fabric where everyone could see it.

“No! Y/N, I’ll-” Ricky coughed, forcing a smidgen of oxygen into his lungs. “I’ll be alright. Don’t.”

Without sound, you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could think about it, your knees bit into the apron and you caught the attention of the referee. Eyes brimming with tears, you tossed in the towel, ending the match.

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tache-noire · 3 months ago

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Kinktober Day 14: JoePunk + Body Modification

Punk puts his faith (and nipples) in Joe's hands.

#Ring Of Honor #ROH #all elite wrestling #aew #wwe #samoa joe #cm punk #joepunk #fanfiction #kinktober

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mjfass · 1 year ago

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I think we, as a society, need more Samoa Joe/MJF fics.

#MJF #Samoa Joe #fanfiction #lexie speaks

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piledrivemytombstones · 1 year ago

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First wrestling fanfic I have ever written and I’m so nervous to promote it here.

But I’ll do it because I’m proud of what I wrote.

Basically it’s about that Raven vs punk dog collar match and how raven poured that beer all over punk.

And I mixed some Punk x Joe because I’m insane like that.

If people like it, I might write some continuation or something

EDIT: I’m gonna draw things for the fanfic because I’m an artist first. Writer third. Because I’m a crafter second

#fanfiction #pro wrestling fanfiction #cm punk #samoa joe #joepunk #dog collar match

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wrestlingisfake · 6 months ago

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Wrestling Tumblr was never a secret. This is from September.

This one is from Survivor Series 2017

In 2016 the New Day brought up Ambreigns fanfiction on Raw, and everybody on this website lost their minds. I don't even remember if they said "Tumblr," because just bringing up a ship name was enough.

Hell, Mercedes Mone used to have a Tumblr. I mean, it was deleted years ago, and at this point I can't prove it was really her and not some impersonator or RP blog. But back in the day everyone just understood it was her. Wrestling news sites would be like "Sasha Banks said this..." and linked to her Tumblr.

I don't know whether Tony Khan is secretly lurking on here, but I wouldn't put it past him, or anybody in AEW. Samoa Joe used to have a LiveJournal, so why not?

i am convinced that Tony Khan has tumblr. because i swear within the last few weeks, there was a post on here about wanting him to bring back the glasses…very well could have been me that posted it…i don’t think it was, I’d vaguely remember posting it. But there was a post on here about it. Then yesterday I open instagram and his post is the first on there. His caption? “Brought back the glasses + we restored the feeling in 2024”

WHO TOLD HIM ABOUT TUMBLR?!?! How does he know???

#aew #tumblr #wrestling tumblr #wwe #the new day #matt jackson #mercedes mone

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wrestlersownmyheart · 3 years ago

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Second Chances Ch. 23 (Book 1 In the "Chances" Series) *Samoa Joe X OC*

Pairing: Samoa Joe X Female OC

Summary:

Ella Roberts has led a traumatic life.

She witnessed her parents' murders at the age of eighteen, and narrowly escaped death herself, due to the intervention of Joe Seanoa, a close family friend. After she discovers she was the true target the night her parents were killed, she assumes a new identity and runs away with intentions of protecting her family and loved ones. Years later, she is pursued by a mysterious Ukrainian, and soon finds herself right back in the biggest nightmare of her life. Fate brings her back to Joe, and knowing Ella's still in danger, Joe vows to keep her safe. But can he succeed? Or will the danger that still threatens her freeze any second chance they have at a happily-ever-after?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with TNA. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: some light sensuality

Chapter 23

AJ stepped off the elevator, carrying Jennifer and Kayla in each of his arms. The little girls each had stirred only enough to wrap an arm up around his neck, so as not to fall. He carried them up to Jeff and Nina's hotel room and lightly tapped the door with his foot.

A few seconds later, Jeff opened the door and smiled. "My girls," he whispered affectionately, taking Jennifer from AJ in order to lighten his burden. They entered the hotel room just as the room's phone rang. Nina hurried to answer it so Jennifer and Kayla wouldn't be awakened by the noise.

"Hello," she answered softly, as AJ and Jeff carried the girls over to a second bed in the room.

"Would it be okay to crash on the sofa," AJ asked, laying Kayla on the bed. "I'm exhausted and don't feel like having to go through checking in."

"Of course," Jeff replied, as he settled Jennifer in next to her sister. "I think it even has a hide-a-bed-"

"No," they heard Nina exclaim into the phone, fear in her voice. "Please, don't hurt her!"

"Oh, God," Jeff cried, fearing Fournier had managed to grab Ella. He snatched the phone from Nina. "Who is this," he demanded. He saw AJ approaching him out of his peripheral vision. He motioned for him to stay quiet.

"You know who this is, Jarrett," came a voice with an unmistakable French accent.

"What have you done with Ella," Jeff growled. "If you hurt her in any way-"

"It's not Ella you should be worried about. Yet…"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't have Ella. I have Dixie. Dixie Carter—your business partner—if I heard her correctly."

"What do you want with Dixie," Jeff demanded. "And how do I know this isn't just a trick to get to Ella?"

"What do I want with Dixie? Why, nothing," Fournier said tauntingly. "I merely want you to come pick her up." He paused for a moment, and then added, "And you're more than welcome to hear her voice. Speak up, Ms. Carter."

"Jeff, don't do it," Dixie's voice cried. "He's using me to get to-"

There was a loud smack, and then an audible gasp of pain.

"Stop," Jeff yelled. "There's no need to hurt her. You want me to come get Dixie—that's all? I don't understand," Jeff said, growing angrier. "Why did you take her in the first place?"

"Let me elaborate. I want you to drive to your house, and make Joe Seanoa leave with you—and only Joe Seanoa—then I want you to drive to a location I will give you in a moment, and pick up your business partner."

Jeff didn't miss what the Frenchman was saying—or wasn't saying, rather. He wanted Ella alone at the house—so she wouldn't be protected.

"You're crazy if you think that's going to happen," he said in a hostile tone. "You are not taking my niece, you psychotic piece of-"

"Then Dixie dies, right now," came a calm threat.

Jeff heard his partner cry out in pain again.

"Okay! Okay," Jeff said loudly, stalling for time. I have to think of something, he thought frantically. There has to be a way to save Dixie and protect Ella at the same time. "I'll do it. Don't hurt Dixie."

"I'll give you three hours seeing as you're about an hour away from your home and your home is a long drive to the location. But you have no more than three hours, or the deal is off. I will have Ella, and Dixie will be dead." Fournier said. Then he gave Jeff the location, and disconnected the call without another word.

Jeff hung replaced the phone's receiver, and looked up to find horror etched across Nina's and AJ's faces.

"What do we do," AJ asked.

"What is he doing with Dixie," Nina questioned worriedly.

"We've got to come up with a plan—and fast," Jeff answered. "He's going to kill Dixie if I don't go get Joe, leave Ella at the house, and then pick Dixie up at some warehouse."

"I'm going too," AJ said determinedly. "I can hide in the car like Ella and Joe did earlier, and then sneak into the house and stay with Ella while you and Joe go get Dixie."

Jeff nodded. "Good idea. You will definitely have to be careful though. If Fournier finds out you're with me, Dixie's as good as dead."

"Let's go," AJ said, heading for the door. "We're wasting time, and it's already a long enough drive to your house."

Jeff pulled his car keys out of his jeans pocket, and then he kissed Nina softly. "Honey, call for hotel security—they know about our situation and they'll send a couple of guards to stay with you and the girls till I get back. Also, the gun is in the locked case in my luggage…you know how to use it."

Nina nodded. "We'll be fine. It's Ella and Dixie I'm worried about."

He kissed her again. "I'll be back as quickly as I can, darlin'."

With that, he and AJ headed out the door and ran for the elevators. The quicker they could get to the parking garage and Jeff's car, the better.

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"I love you," Ella sighed contentedly, as she laid her head on her husband's chest.

The newly married couple lay basking in each other's arms, legs tangled together and a light sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies.

"I love you too, sweetheart," Joe whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Ella sighed as his mouth shifted to hers in a kiss, and then she tilted her head back as Joe trailed his lips down her neck.

He grinned mischievously at her and shifted his body closer to hers then.

Just as the shrieking of the mansion's security system blared.

"Oh, my God," Ella cried, immediately fearing the worst. She clung to Joe in fright and fought to regulate her breathing. "Joe… What's going on?"

"Shh," he withdrew from her and rose to his feet, bringing her with him as the siren-like alarm clamored. "Stay quiet, baby." He hurried over to his suitcase and grabbed a t-shirt and jeans and quickly pulled them on as Ella wrapped the bed's sheet around herself. "Grab your phone and some clothes," he ordered. "Get in the bathroom, lock yourself in and get dressed. Do NOT come out till you hear me tell you to. If you hear a struggle or you hear me yell 'cops' call 9-1-1, okay?"

Nodding, she wept softly. "Joe, please..." She watched as he pulled a couple of handguns out of his suitcase next. Upon hearing the tears in her voice, he turned and faced her. "Please… be careful."

Joe crossed the large bedroom in only a few steps, and pulled Ella into his embrace.

"I can't lose you-"

She was cut off as he captured her mouth in a heart-stopping kiss. He ended it abruptly, and looked her in the eyes.

"It's going to be okay, honey. I promise. I'm not going to let him near you. I swear on my own life, lo'u alofa, he will not hurt you." With those emotional words, he kissed her again. "I've got to get down there. Take this gun. The safety's off. If someone tries to get to you, all you have to do is point and fire."

Ella nodded, taking the information in.

"Now, grab some clothes and get in the bathroom. I love you."

She met his eyes and swallowed hard, fighting off a sob. "I love you."

Joe managed a small smile meant to be of encouragement, then forced himself to turn and leave her. He heard the bathroom door shut and hurried down the stairs to investigate what had triggered the alarm. The closer he got to the ground floor, the clearer a couple of male voices became.

Someone was pounding on the door to the garage.

Double checking the safety on his gun, Joe hurried through the kitchen.

"JOE!"

"Open the door, Joe!"

AJ? Jeff? He hurried toward the garage door where the noise was coming from, and saw it repeatedly opening slightly, but not all the way.

"The chains," he muttered, remembering he had locked the door as well as slipped the chain locks in place. The large Samoan hurried to the alarm panel and punched in the code to silence the alarm. Then he quickly slid the chain locks free and pulled the door open, fighting the urge to not kill his friends. "My God, AJ! Jeff, why didn't you call us? You scared us to death! We thought Fournier was trying to get her again!"

"He is," AJ managed to get out. "We had to get over here quickly…There was no time to call…and we forgot our phones in the rush to get over here anyway."

"Tell me what's going on," Joe demanded of the two men. "Or I'm going to be forced to kill the both of you, here and now."

"He's got Dixie," Jeff yelled, uttering his first words. "Fournier kidnapped Dixie. If we don't go get her, he'll kill her.

"I can't take Ella along and let him get that close to her," Joe shouted back. "It's too big a risk!"

Jeff shook his head. "He doesn't want you to bring her."

Joe stared at Jeff, uncomprehending. "I don't get it," he finally spoke.

"He wants us to leave Ella here. Alone."

"No way," Joe growled. "There's no way! This can't work! What can we do?"

"That's why I came along with Jeff," AJ said. "I was hidden in the car. I'm staying here with Ella."

Joe looked skeptical.

"I'll keep her safe, Joe," AJ said softly, worry creasing his forehead. "She's a great friend—practically family. I love her too, and I won't let Fournier get near her."

Relenting, Joe dropped his head and nodded, realizing it was the only logical solution. "Okay. I'm trusting you with this, AJ."

"I know. I won't let you, or Ella, down."

"Okay, it's settled," Jeff said. "AJ, you know where the guns are kept. Joe, we need to go."

Joe nodded, and turned once again to AJ. "She's in the bathroom locked in with a gun. Call out and let her know you're in the bedroom before you go knock on the bathroom door, or you'll end up shot."

"Got it. Try not to worry."

"I'll stop worrying when we get Dixie and I come back here to Ella."

With that, Joe and Jeff hurried out to the garage and got into the car, speeding away and kicking up gravel along the way.

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Ella sat on the bathroom floor, huddled next to the bathtub in a ball with her knees drawn up against her face. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she rocked back and forth. The gun was clutched in one of her hands, ready to be used.

It seemed as though an hour had passed since Joe left her, though glancing at her cell phone, she saw it had only been minutes.

"Lord, please take care of him. Please keep my husband safe," she wept. "Please, please don't let him die because of me. I couldn't handle it!" Her slender frame shuddered from the force of her sobs. "Please, make this man leave me alone—leave my family alone. I can't lose anyone else. I just can't!"

"Ella? Darlin', it's AJ. Can you open the door for me?"

She inhaled sharply, in a full-fledged panic then. Oh, God no. AJ… That must mean… Joe…

She dropped the gun and stood shakily to her feet, instantly fumbling with the lock and flinging the door open.

"AJ?!" Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked into his troubled blue eyes. He clearly had something to tell her. "Oh, please… No… N-not Joe…" she gasped, struggling for air. She swayed and AJ caught her just as she crumpled.

"No, honey…" he started, holding her up. "Joe's fine." He saw her eyes going out of focus, and threatening to close. "Ella—stay with me, darlin'." He tapped her cheek to rouse her, and saw her eyes center on him. "Joe's fine, Ella. I'm so sorry I scared you like that. He's fine. I promise you, sweetheart."

"Thank God," Ella sighed, holding onto AJ for support.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed and urged her to sit down. Crouching in front of her, he touched her forehead. "I bet you've not eaten anything today, have you? You're white as a sheet."

Ella had to fight off a gag at the mention of food. "No…I've not been up to it."

"You stay here and rest. I'll go fix you something," AJ told her, rising to his feet.

"No, AJ. Please…the way I feel right now, I'd not even get a bite swallowed before I would have to throw up. Please, just leave it alone. I'll eat as soon as my stomach feels strong enough."

"You promise?"

She nodded, and then looked up at him. "AJ, where's Joe?"

The Southerner exhaled sharply. This is it, he thought. What will happen when she finds out the truth? "Ella…Joe's fine. But the truth is… Something has happened."

She swallowed hard, "What's happened?"

AJ took a deep breath and let it out. "Dixie was kidnapped. Fournier has her."

"Oh, my God."

"He contacted Jeff and told him that if he and Joe didn't go pick Dixie up at some warehouse, he would kill her. He wanted you left here, alone. And that's why I hid in Jeff's car and came back here with him. There's no way he or Joe would allow you to be alone."

Ella's thoughts jumped into overdrive.

"AJ…" she started. "That must mean… he's coming here. Or sending someone here. Or even sending several people here."

"Ella, honey, calm down. There's no reason to-"

"I-I n-need to grab my phone…out of the bathroom…In case Joe or Uncle Jeff calls," Ella stammered out. She turned and headed back into her private bathroom, knowing what she had to do, but wondering how she would manage it.

She picked up the handgun that Joe had given her earlier and rounded on AJ, pointing it at him. God, am I really doing this, she thought in horror. "AJ, go to my closet, and pull out the bag I have packed in there." She tried to sound authoritative, as if she was in full control. He had to buy her bluff.

"Ella…Honey, I know you're not going to shoot me. Put the gun down, baby," AJ said softly, reaching for the firearm.

"No, AJ. Youre right. I could never shoot you," Ella agreed softly. She turned the gun on herself, shifting the barrel underneath her chin. "But I will kill myself, if I have to. I'm at the end of my rope, and I'm not going to let that monster hurt anyone else I love."

"Ella..." AJ tried to reason with her.

"I'm doing this for your own good—trying to save your life," she cried. "Can't you understand that? You haven't seen what Fournier is capable of. But I have—up close and personal. Now get over to my closet and do as I said. I really don't want Joe or Uncle Jeff to see me if I have to pull this trigger."

Ella had a deadly serious gleam in her eye, and AJ knew he had no choice. He walked over to her closet and in another second had her backpack pulled out and placed on the bed.

"Now get in the closet."

AJ looked worried. He'd never seen Ella look so strange. It was as if a robot had taken her body over. "You know I'm able to bust through this door, Ella. I can't just let you leave."

Ella nodded. "Fine. Turn around, AJ. Face the wall."

"Ella-"

"Turn. Around."

He hesitated, but then complied and immediately sensed Ella closing in on him. Her voice was soft and tearful.

"I'm really sorry, AJ. I don't want to do this, but I have to. If you wake up, stay quiet till Uncle Jeff or Joe find you. If Fournier finds you in here…you wouldn't be able to defend yourself. He'd kill you in a heartbeat. Promise me you'll stay quiet, AJ. Please."

"Ella, don't do this," AJ pleaded. "We can protect you if you'll just let us."

"No you can't," she cried. "None of you are invincible," she sobbed. "I'm not going to let you all die trying to keep me safe. I'm…" her voice faltered. "I'm not worth so many lives."

Before AJ could convince her otherwise, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and was out cold before he ever hit the floor.

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Having hastily changed into black clothing, Ella now made the last preparations before she left. Her hands shook fiercely as she snatched the two letters she had written for Jeff and Joe from her bag. She propped them up against the pillows and then quickly began blowing out all the candles in the room. She'd never forgive herself if the room caught on fire and AJ was unable to escape. She checked the chair she'd lodged underneath the closet's doorknob once more, and then—knowing if her plan was to work, she would need it within reach—she grabbed her backpack and slid it onto her shoulders. Lastly, she pulled off her engagement and wedding rings, and kissed them. Then she laid them next to Joe's letter, and immediately began pinning her hair up into a tight bun. Once that small feat was finished, she pulled on her short red-haired wig.

God, please let this work, she thought. And please give me the strength to follow through with it. I just have to.

She tucked the necklace Joe gave her inside her shirt, unable to part with the pendant. She needed something to remember Joe's love for her.

She had written the letters in a way which would lead Jeff and Joe to believe she was intending to go into hiding, but died in an accident before she escaped. She knew it would destroy them, but she had no choice in the matter.

Everything counted on them believing she'd died.

Making sure she had everything she needed, Ella hurried down the stairs and through the living room to the kitchen. In another few seconds, she was at the back door leading to the garage. She rearmed the security alarm then hurried out the door and locked it behind her, for AJ's added security. Quickly hitting the garage door opener's button, she gasped at the shock of cold air that blasted in.

In the next instant, she latched on to the Yamaha motorcycle she'd decided to use, estimating that the bike must be the cheapest of the motorcycles that Jeff owned. She wheeled the motorcycle out the garage door, and then reached back inside to hit the button to close the door. Turning back to the bike, she picked up the helmet that was with it, and carefully pulled it over her wig. She had slid the visor portion down when she heard AJ's shout.

"ELLA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Oh, God…"

AJ sounded as if he was nearby.

I've got to GO, she thought, mounting the bike and hurriedly kick starting it. In the next second, she was peeling out of the driveway and flying down the road. She faintly heard AJ yelling her name from far behind her.

Onto the next part of her plan, she headed for the Shelby Street Bridge, which wasn't but about two miles away. She had the short distance driven in only a matter of minutes. She came to a stop on the deserted bridge, and collected her thoughts.

I've only got one shot at this, she thought, taking a deep breath. Gathering her nerve, she revved the motorcycle's engine and then peeled out again, headed straight for the bridge's railing. She counted to three, and then lifted up and jumped off to the side, letting the motorcycle continue on its way. In the next instant it crashed through the railing and exploded on impact.

Ella got to her feet, not taking the time to watch the flames and smoke billowing up past the bridge and to the sky above her. She quickly removed her helmet, careful to not dishevel her wig, and threw the helmet over the bridge near the explosion site. Her goal was to make it appear as though she'd lost control of the motorcycle and gone over the bridge's railing; falling to the icy water below. Then as fast as she could, she ran down the remainder of the bridge. She finally reached a normal paved street, and stayed off to the side, avoiding the moonlight.

Feeling more secure in the darkness, Ella continued on her way till she found a taxi cab headed in her direction. She flagged the vehicle down and once the driver stopped for her, she got inside. "The nearest bus station, please," she said softly. She settled back against the seat and closed her eyes. I did it, she thought. I actually did it. I should be thankful. But I'm just miserable. She blew out a sigh and cracked her knuckles. Please, God, ease the pain. Please, take it away. And please, please, make Fournier leave my loved ones alone now. Please, let him hear about my death before he does something to my family, she prayed silently, gripping her hands together so tightly her knuckles turned as white as the snow outside.

She fought tears the remainder of the drive to the bus station.

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sassymox · 5 years ago

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Tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess. (Samoa Joe)

I know it’s been a while since I posted a prompt but I hadn’t had much muse the past few weeks but this idea popped into my head and I just had to do it. This prompt was requested by @demonslunacy

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TRIGGER WARNING: LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY!

Y/n sighed as she lifted the phone to her ear after dialing another number. "Come on, pick up, pick up," she mumbled under her breathe until she heard someone say something on the other line. "Oh thank god, thank you for answering Kevin, you wouldn't happen to still be at the arena would you?" Y/n asked biting her lip praying that he still was.

"No Y/n I'm sorry but I left a few hours ago after my match was done." Kevin replied making Y/n sigh out some. "Are you okay?"

"Not really, the car I rented for the week decided to die in the parking lot. Then when I went to call the rental place no one answered so I have no way of getting to the next location for tomorrow night. I tried Seth but he had already left as well and I am out of ideas on who to ask." Y/n muttered trying not to get down, she had to be able to find someone that could help her.

"Well I'm pretty sure I know someone that hasn't left the arena yet, but you might not like that option." Kevin replied hesitantly which caused Y/n to raise an eyebrow. Who did he think was someone she wouldn't want to be... she was thinking when she heard a voice behind her that made her freeze.

"Y/n, you're still here?" She closed her eyes wishing the person behind her wasn't who she knew it was. No this couldn't be happening, this seriously wasn't happening right now. Y/n turned around and her eyes went right to the dark brown orbs that used to bring her so much joy but now only hurt to look at.

"Y/n are you still there, Y/n..." she heard Kevin talking in her ear but she couldn't tear her eyes away from Joe standing right in front of her. She finally snapped out of it and took a small breathe.

"Yea Kevin, I'm still here, I think the option you were talking about just showed up. I'm gonna have to let you go, see you tomorrow night." She replied before hanging up the phone and slipping it back into her bag.

"I thought you would be gone by now, you seemed to want to get away from me as fast as possible earlier." Joe replied making Y/n flinch some. They had been in a mixed match challenge match together that night which was why she had been there as late as she was. It had been awkward at best and she was sure that the WWE Universe had picked up on it right away.

"I was trying to leave but apparently my car had other plans." She mumbled waving her hand at the dead car in the middle of the lot. Joe turned his head to see the car and then walked over indicating for her to lift up the hood. Y/n raised an eyebrow but did as he asked pushing the button to hear the hood pop open. Joe lifted it the rest of the way and ducked his head down peering at the different parts that made the car run.

Y/n moved to the side leaning against the wall crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him. "Do you even know what you are doing under there?" She asked making Joe lift his head and glare at her.

"Yes I do now kindly keep your mouth shut while I do this." Joe snapped before going back under. Y/n rolled her eyes shaking her head some pulling her phone back out of her purse to scroll through her contacts. There had to be someone else that was still stuck here. She texted a few people but everyone she messaged had already left. Even Charlotte and Andrade who they had just wrestled against in the ring. Y/n had to resist the urge to chuck her phone against the ground when she realized the only person she could get help from was the one person she wanted to be around.

Joe groaned shaking his head when he couldn't find out what was wrong with the car. "I have no idea what's wrong, these computerized cars, I don't have a clue what's going on." He grumbled slamming the hood down making Y/n jump slightly. He looked over at her and sighed some mulling his idea around in his head. He finally made up his mind and reached into the car pushing another button. The trunk popped open and without a word Joe walked over grabbing out Y/n's bags and shut the trunk again.

"Ummm, Joe what are you doing?" She asked him but all she got was a grunt and a nod in the other direction. Y/n had no choice but to follow along behind Joe as he made his way over to the other side of the lot. He stopped behind a SUV opening up the trunk and tossing Y/n's things in next to his. "Joe it's fine I can find another..." she started to say but stopped when Joe held up his hand to silence her.

"Y/n, there isn't another talent still left at the arena, I'm your only option to get out of here on time so just get into the car." He remarked shutting the trunk and heading for the driver side. He stopped looking at her as she remained rooted in her spot. "Come on Y/n, I just want to get on the road, it's already snowing like crazy and I don't want to get stuck here." Y/n took a deep breathe realizing he was right, it was snowing pretty bad out there and the last thing they wanted was getting stuck in Denver. She reluctantly walked around getting into the passenger seat and buckling up. Joe got into the driver side and turned on the vehicle pulling out of the space and heading for the exit.

After a few hours Y/n started growing restless. As they got up into the mountains they radio started going out so Y/n reached over changing the channel. She tried to locate something that would come in and with every switch Joe gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "Just turn the stupid thing off. You aren't going to find something that comes in." He replied and Y/n quickly reached up turning the radio off.

The car fell into silence and Y/n tried to get comfortable in her seat. She moved but after a few minutes would be uncomfortable again and shift in her seat again. Every shift continued to grate on Joe's nerves until he finally lost it. "Will you sit still in your damn seat Y/n!" Joe snapped turning his head to look at her. Unfortunately at that exactly moment a deer ran out from the woods on the left of them.

"JOE THE ROAD!" Y/n yelled causing Joe's head to snap back in that direction and seeing the deer he jerked the wheel to the right losing control of the SUV. They slid down the embankment and slammed into a tree at the bottom. The car came to a rest and Joe groaned trying to get his bearings on what had just happened. His head snapped to the passenger side when he heard a moan of pain.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked unbuckling his seat belt and reached over taking her shoulder and turned her in his direction. He ran his eyes over her and gasped when he saw the trail of blood sliding down from a gash on her forehead. Joe knew the car was totaled but he looked ahead and saw what appeared to be an empty cabin resting at the bottom of the mountain. He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side opening the door and peering in at Y/n. He looked at the wound on her head noting that the gash wasn't that deep thankfully. "Come on bunny let's get you up." He replied reaching around her to unbuckle the seat belt. He pulled Y/n from the car and lifted her up into his arms. Y/n still feeling groggy snapped into focus the moment she felt herself resting against a chest she hadn't felt in months.

"Joe put me down," she murmured out, although the prospect of trying to stand didn't sound to appealing to her. Joe shook his head though hefting her higher up in his arms.

"No can do Y/n," he replied closing the door behind him and turned starting to walk carefully down the hill they were on.

"Come on Joe, I can walk on my own," Y/n wiggled trying to get down. "Joe you can't carry me forever." She remarked as Joe turned his head down to look at her, a challenge glinting in his eye.

"Watch me," was all he said as he continued to move slowly in the mounds of snow that was in front of them. He finally arrived at the cabin and knocked on the door not hearing any life inside of it. He tried the door and was a little surprised when it wasn't locked. He pushed it open and realized it was an abandoned hunting cabin. There was a small bed and a little kitchen area. In the middle of the room was a couch with a table and a fireplace. Y/n shivered some as the cold air blew against her and Joe quickly moved into the cabin shutting it behind him. He walked over placing Y/n down on the couch and crouched down in front of her to inspect the cut.

"How bad is it? I don't remember much until you pulled me from the car." Y/n replied as Joe touched the spot causing Y/n to flinch hissing in pain.

"It doesn't look to bad, I don't think you are going to need stitches thankfully. You will probably have a killer headache for a little while and probably a scar as well but I think you are fine." He murmured getting to his feet. He pulled out his phone and sighed when he saw no service. "I'm going to go and get the stuff out of the car, looks like we are hunkering down here until the storm passes and can get some help." And before Y/n could say anything Joe was out the door back to the car.

Y/n rested back sighing lightly feeling the urge to just curl up into a ball and cry. It had been a while since she had spent any time with Joe, not since they had broken up four months ago at least. She moved to the end of the couch resting her head on the arm and closed her eyes for a moment but they snapped open when Joe returned. He dropped the bags on the ground and looked over at her and then looked away. "You probably shouldn't go to sleep just yet, you might have a concussion." He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen pulling out the food he had packed for his drive. Y/n sat up knowing that he was right, she could have a concussion and taking a nap wouldn't be a smart idea.

She slipped off of the couch and went over to her own bag and pulled out the blanket that she always traveled with wrapping it around her shoulders and went back to the couch sitting down. She heard Joe unwrapping something and her stomach gave a small sound of protest. Y/n had planned to stop somewhere on the way to the next location so the last time she had eaten was the small meal in catering earlier.

"Here," Joe replied placing a plate down onto Y/n's lap and she looked down to see half of a sandwich there. She lifted her eyes to look at Joe but he refused to meet hers and turned going back over to the table in the kitchen sitting down.

"Thank you," she whispered out and heard a grunt out of Joe as he dug into his food. Y/n tucked into hers as well savoring the sandwich. It was one of the many things Y/n had loved about Joe was his ability to cook amazing food.

When Joe was done he grunted something about going outside to collect wood for the fireplace and left before Y/n could say anything. She sighed drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. After about ten minutes Joe returned hauling a sled full of wood blocks and got a fire going causing the cabin heat up quickly.

As the night went on the storm continued going outside as they both kept their distance from each other. Y/n had planted herself on the couch pulling out a book from her bag as Joe kept himself busy in the kitchen. Y/n tried to ignore the fact that she was trapped in a cabin with Joe but it was hard when she felt his presence behind her and could smell his cologne wafting through the cabin. "I'm sorry," Y/n finally blurted out causing Joe to stop what he was doing.

"What?" Joe asked and Y/n sighed grabbing her bookmark to keep her place and turned to look at Joe.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for whatever it is I did wrong, I'm sorry if I was too clingy and didn't give you the space you wanted, I'm sorry." Y/n replied tears slipping down her cheeks. Joe groaned lightly and got to his feet going around the couch and sitting down next to Y/n. She had dropped her head not able to meet Joe's eyes but he wasn't having that. He reached out touching his fingertips to her chin and gently pulling her head up to meet his eyes.

"Bunny you didn't do anything wrong." He replied and Y/n bit her lip as she looked into those eyes she loved so much.

"Then why did you stop loving me?" She whispered and Joe pretty much felt his heart shatter in his chest. He brought his hands up cupping her cheeks and brushing the tears that continued cascading down her face.

"You didn't do a damn thing wrong Bunny, I promise, it was all on me. I regret that my choices hurt you, if I could take back what happened I would. But I don't want you thinking you did anything wrong because you didn't." Joe replied and before any of them could say anything else Joe pressed his lips against hers. Y/n gave a small squeak of surprise but quickly recovered and wrapped her arms around Joe's neck pulling him closer to her. Joe placed his hands on Y/n's hips lifting her up and settling her gently on his lap.

Joe finally broke the kiss but brought his lips down leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Y/n gave a small moan having missed this so much as her fingers carded through his hair. When it felt like Joe was pulling away Y/n panicked not wanting to lose this contact wrapping her arms around his neck but Joe pulled back touching her cheek gently.

"It's alright Bunny, I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He murmured as his hands traveled down her sides to the hem of her shirt. He gave her a look and she nodded her head as Joe slipped it up her body and over her head tossing it on the floor. His hands slid up her smooth back and reached the clasp of her bra. He quickly unclipped the hooks and slowly drew the straps down her arms and her bra landed next to her shirt. "Still as beautiful as ever," Joe whispered out as he leaned back taking in her half naked body. Y/n had to fight the urge to cover up feeling slightly embarrassed but Joe moved his hands holding her arms.

Joe leaned his head down pressing his lips against the top of her breasts and kissing a trail all over them. Y/n moaned as her grip in his hair tightened, pressing his mouth harder against her chest. Joe chuckled as he pulled away that smirk planted on his lips. "Does my bunny want more, has she missed her big teddy bear?" He asked his grin still plastered on his lips. Y/n whimpered nodding her head quickly not wanting this contact to end, ever. "Don't worry Bunny, this night is just getting started." Joe replied slipping Y/n from his lap and placing her next to him. He reached behind grabbing the blanket that was draped over the couch and standing up laying the blanket on the floor.

Joe turned back to Y/n and gathered her up into his arms and gently laid her on the ground resting his body over hers starring into Y/n's eyes. "I'm going to make you feel so amazing Bunny, I promise." He murmured as he pressed his lips against hers once again their tongues dueling for dominance. Joe let out a growl as Y/n refused to submit making her grin just slightly knowing she was getting to him. She finally relented and Joe claimed Y/n's mouth and then started making his way down her neck. His lips moved over Y/n's breasts taking one nipple into his mouth sucking on it gently as his hand came up to tweaked the other one. Y/n moaned arching her back slightly wanting to feel so much more from Joe as he continued his assault on her chest.

Joe glided his hands down her sides and stopped at the top of her jeans. Joe lifted his head to look Y/n in the eyes asking for permission and Y/n bit her lip but nodded her head. Joe popped the button on Y/n's jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He grasped and gently tugged down her jeans and underwear at the same time. "You are the most gorgeous woman in the world." Joe whispered as he leaned back just drinking the sight of her. "I've missed this sight so much bunny, I've missed you so much." Y/n felt tears brimming her eyes at his declaration Joe had just made.

“I’ve missed you too Joe,” Y/n murmured causing a smile to appear on Joe’s lips. He brought his mouth down leaving a trail of kisses over her stomach nipping gently at her hip bone. He moved so he was laying on his stomach and draped Y/n’s legs over his shoulders as he moved his mouth closer to Y/n’s core. The first lap had Y/n almost bucking off of the ground. It had been so long since she had felt this when her and Joe broke up. Joe started lapping at her folds over and over again enjoying the noises that were coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

He brought his lips up and sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue causing more moans past Y/n’s lips. “That’s right bunny keep making those sounds, you know I love every noise you make.” Joe replied as he brought his hand up and pushed a finger into her now dripping pussy. He pumped his finger in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. He got a good rhythm going bringing more noises from Y/n. He added a second finger and Y/n felt that coil inside of her stomach start to tighten more and more.

“So close Joe, I’m so close,” Y/n moaned out and Joe quickened his motions scissoring his fingers knowing he would need to open her up just a little bit more. Joe pressed a third finger along next to the two that were already inside massaging the sides of Y/n’s walls as Joe’s lips wrapped back around her clit. Y/n felt herself climbing and Y/n felt that coil snap as she came moaning out and arching her back in the air.

“That was so sexy bunny, I love it when you come apart for me like that.” Joe replied as he got to his feet looking down at the love of his life laying on the ground like that. His cock had been excruciatingly hard in his pants and he quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulling his zipper down to finally free the raging hard on he had. He pushed down his pants and underwear as Y/n sat up on her elbows and licked her lips as Joe’s hard cock came into view. She went to get up onto her knees but Joe shook his head pushing her gently back down and knelt over her. “No bunny this is about you tonight,” and before Y/n could say anything Joe slipped his tongue back into her mouth as he let his cock slid along her pussy lips.

“Please Joe, please don’t tease me,” Y/n moaned out and Joe gripped his cock and pushed slipping in a inch into Y/n. Joe pushed in another few inches and Y/n moaned out at the feeling she hadn’t felt in months.

“Oh god bunny you’re so tight around me, I will try not to hurt you I promise.” Joe replied pulling out and pushing back in. He started up a nice steady pace bringing more noises out of Y/n. She started bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts and Joe groaned as he finally sank completely inside of her. Joe rested his forehead on Y/n’s looking into her eyes and letting their lips touch once again. “I’m gonna start moving faster bunny let me know if it’s too much for you.” Joe replied as he reached down hitching her hips up around his waist encouraging her to wrap her legs around him.

Like promised Joe started thrusting harder and faster into Y/n, snapping his hips against hers. Y/n felt that coil building up once again inside of her as Joe was bringing her pleasure that she had missed. “Close again Joe,” Y/n whimpered at a hard thrust from Joe.

“Mhmmm, my bunny about to come for me again, let go Y/n, let yourself enjoy this.” Joe whispered into her ear and bit at the shell gently snapping his hips a little harder against hers. Every thrust brought Y/n closer to the brink and after a particularly powerful thrust Y/n felt that coil snap once more and she cried out as she came for the second time that evening. “Oh god bunny your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard right now, oh bunny.” Joe moaned out as he leaned back getting to his knees and bringing Y/n with him. He rested back on his haunches and smiled at Y/n. “Ride me bunny,” Y/n nodded her head and started rolling her hips bucking up and down against Joe.

Joe grasped her hips and guided her up and down changing the speed of the pace from fast and powerful to slow and sensual. Y/n placed her hands on Joe’s shoulders and bounced up and down on Joe’s hips making Joe throw his head back groans leaving his lips. “Just like that bunny just like that.” Joe encouraged making Y/n smirk slightly. She moved her hips in different directions bringing more groans out of Joe. Y/n rolled her hips down against Joe harder moving her body against his’ quickly as she wanted to bring Joe as much pleasure as he was giving her.

Y/n was bouncing on Joe as hard as she could using his shoulders as leverage to make Joe go as deep inside of her as she could. Joe felt himself climbing and knew he wouldn’t be able to last to much longer. Joe wrapped Y/n’s legs around his waist and started thrusting up into her as he gently laid her back down on the ground. Joe began pounding into Y/n as he felt himself getting closer. He licked his thumb to rub circles on Y/n’s clit as she began seeing stars. That band started coiling once again inside her stomach and she could tell that this time was going to be like none she had been through today.

“I’m almost there bunny, you better come with me,” Joe growled out as his thrusts started becoming sloppy as he was reaching his peak. Y/n felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her third orgasm of the night hit her out of no where.

“OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU JOE!” She cried and Joe went over the cliff he had been climbing losing control of himself as he released inside of her.

“I love you too Y/n!” Joe groaned out as they both finally came to a rest Joe still hovered above her body. Joe slipped out of her and leaned back grabbing up Y/n’s blanket and resting next to her placing the blanket of both of them. Joe reached over grabbing Y/n’s waist turning her around and resting her head on his chest. Y/n ran her fingers over Joe’s chest as she thought about what they had just both said and done.

“Did you mean what you said?” She asked and Joe looked down at her. Y/n lifted her eyes to look into his as she waited for his response.

“Yea bunny I did, tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess.” Joe replied as he watched Y/n’s reaction. “Did you mean it?” Joe countered back. Without hesitation Y/n answered him.

“Yes, I haven’t stopped loving you Joe, I have missed you so much these last four months.” Y/n whispered and Joe pulled Y/n closer.

“I never stopped loving you either and I am so sorry I hurt you Y/n, but I promise that will never ever happen again. I lost you once I am not going to ever lose you again.” Joe replied as Y/n grinning pulling Joe down and pressing her lips against hers once again. “Get some rest, we have the rest of our lives together to make up for the lost time.” Joe murmured as Y/n snuggled in against Joe’s chest feeling whole once again.

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Stray (part 12)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe, Gunther, Ludwig Kaiser

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature (18+)

Warnings - Depictions of violence, injury detail

Words - ~3,500 words

Summary - Was it all worth the risk?

Panic!

Terrible, all-consuming panic!

It gripped every piece of Drew and refused to let go. From the moment he heard that voice, he'd lost all feeling in his body, every sense driven right out of him with blinding fear at the arrival of the man who had caged and tortured him relentlessly.

'How very touching,' the General stated, still clapping his hands menacingly. 'The damsel in distress has fallen for his knight in shining armour - how sweet! Cliched, but sweet.'

A sudden movement to his left and Punk was standing between himself and Gunther. Drew's mind screamed at him to grab the cage-fighter and stop him but his limbs refused to move, stuck fast like rusted tin. Unable to do anything but watch Punk straighten his battered body out, chin up and brows furrowed. His feet were planted, cuffed hands raised to shield his face, shoulders slightly stooped and it was then that Drew realised this was Punk's fighting stance.

Despite being bound, beaten and broken, the warrior was still ready for battle. The Scot felt dizzy all of a sudden. This man who had already sacrificed so much for him, who bore bruises and bandages for him, who's tender fingers had been snapped one-by-one for him, and yet, he refused to back down. What little breath he had left in his lungs, he was willing to put on the line for a man he barely knew.

A stabbing pain ached in Drew's chest.

'I hoped you would come back for him,' Gunther's piercing eyes found Drew and he cowered back. There was no hiding from the General - he could see him clearly over the top of Punk's head. His terror took over and he shuffled closer to Punk, curling the tips of his fingers over the waistband of the black briefs and holding on tight. Punk let out a small grunt, as if in pain but did not lower his fists.

'And even if you didn't,' Gunther went on, 'it did not matter. I had a new toy to play with. Isn't that right?' He sneered at Punk who flared his nostrils in reply, fire blazing behind his hazel eyes. 'We've had a lot of fun together, haven't we?'

Punk jerked, about to make a move when a deep voice boomed across the room.

'Hang back, Phil.' Joe appeared at Punk's side, cracking his knuckles. 'I've got this.'

Far from looking threatened, Gunther seemed more perplexed. Tilting his head at the large-set man, he uttered, 'I don't remember inviting you.'

'Get Drew out of here,' Joe ordered his ex.

'Not a chance,' Punk spat back. 'I'm not leaving you, fuck that!'

Joe placed a solid hand on his shoulder. 'For once, don't argue with me. Please?'

Punk hesitated, hopping irritably from foot-to-foot but before he could act, Gunther interrupted the moment.

'Nobody is going anywhere.'

Opening the lapel of his military coat, he unleashed a loaded handgun, pulling back the safety with his thumb. All three men froze, rabbits caught in the headlights of a speeding car. 'At least, not without my saying so' Gunther smiled ruthlessly at his prisoners, aiming the gun directly at Punk. Drew yanked back on his saviour's briefs, trying to pull Punk away, a pitiful attempt to save him from harm but it was useless. Where could they go? What could he do? They were all trapped, cornered deep underground where nobody could hear their screams or the blast of gunfire. Fish in a barrel, waiting for their turn on the chopping block.

'Ludwig?'

The General's lackey appeared behind him, similarly armed. He'd been hidden away, blocking their only exit this whole time. They truly never stood a chance.

'I don't need this one,' Gunther said, pointing at Joe. 'Take him upstairs and... deal with him.' Ludwig gave a sharp nod of his head and advanced towards Joe with his pistol up. The large-set man raised his hands, his face pensive. Calm and cool as he was marched out of the room by the blonde.

Punk on the other hand...

'Hey, wait! What's happening? Where are you taking him?' He lunched forward, tried to grasp Joe's hand before he disappeared from sight but Gunther thrust the gun towards him, forcing him back.

'Don't worry about your friend,' the General sneered, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. 'He won't feel a thing. You should worry more about yourselves.' Punk shoved Drew backwards in order to put some distance between them and their capturer. 'Now, the question is...' Gunther waved the gun between his two prisoners. '...what to do with you both? I'm sure that, with enough persuasion, we could squeeze both of you into that cage. What do you think? You could be together at last?'

The cage-fighter had planted his feet again, fists raised, putting his body on the line to shield Drew. The Scot held tighter onto his waistband, afraid to let go.

'Or should I look at this in a more practical way? Two slaves, two mouths to feed. And with Vinci gone, our numbers are even. No, now that I think about it, two is too many. But the question is; which one do I dispose of? You?' He focused the gun right between Punk's eyes. Before lifting it up to Drew's height. 'Or you...?'

In a flash, Punk was gone, torn free from Drew's grasp. He gaped at the cage-fighter's rippling shoulder blades rushing away, right towards Gunther. His cuffed hands grabbed the larger man's gun hand by the wrist and threw it up to the sky. The gun fired, the whizz and clang of the bullet's ricocheting off the concrete walls screeched in all three men's ears.

'DREW!' The Scot heard Punk's cry and found him tussling with Gunther's arm, fighting to keep it raised up out of harm's way. 'GET OUT OF HERE!' But it was a hopeless battle and before Drew could move a muscle, Gunther wrestled back control. A deafening chop swiped Punk off like an annoying fly. The tattooed man hit the floor hard, landing nastily on his front. He cried out as a boot stamped into his lower back, keeping him down, vaguely aware that he was the target of the handgun's crosshairs again. Closer this time. Dangerously close.

Above him, Gunther snarled at Drew, stuck fast like his feet were embedded in dried concrete. 'Get into your cage. Now!'

'DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, DREW! RUN FOR-' The cold, steel muzzle of the gun pressed into the back of his skull. Punk froze, afraid to even breath, one wrong move away from death.

The horror was mutual. Drew let out a strangled wail of desperation.

'Get in your cage. NOW!'

What could he do but obey? If that's what it would take to save Punk? His vision turned blurry, a film of tears locked tight behind the membrane. He lowered his head, turned and started to shuffle towards the dreaded cage in the corner.

'No... Drew, no...'

'SILENCE!' Gunther rammed his boot into Punk's cheek. A splatter of blood ripped from his splintered lips across the filthy floor. 'You have been fun, little fighter, but you are too much trouble. Why waste my time training you when I already have a good, obedient slave to play with, hmm?' Punk's whole body jerked at a sharp click right beside his ear. The General chuckled viciously; he had only put the safety back on.

'Shooting you is too quick. Too painless. Let's string you back up again and finish what we started yesterday, only this time, your 'lover boy' can watch.' Gunther bent down to grab Punk, Drew turning slightly to spy the huge man ripping the bandages away from Punk's stomach. He nearly threw up when strips of tattered, raw flesh were revealed beneath. Red, wet ribbons where once there had been soft, lightly tanned skin.

And words!

It suddenly dawned on Drew what they had done. He dreaded to think how, but they had scraped away the 'straight edge' tattoo that had arched over his naval.

As soon as Gunther had torn away the last of the bandages he socked Punk right in his flayed abdomen. The cage-fighter crumpled with a cry. The General grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him towards the hook hanging from the ceiling.

'Yes, he can watch,' he said again with a heartless sneer. 'Watch as I strip every last piece of flesh from your bones. Watch his saviour scream and beg, watch him die slowly and painfully right before his-

'NO!'

The room went still.

A look of furious shock twisted Gunther's face as he looked down at his captive.

But Punk had not been the one who'd spoken.

Two pairs of wide, shocked eyes turned to Drew who stood tall in front of his cage. Fists clenched at his side, shoulders heaving. Every inch of him shook but there was a determination in his eyes that would not waver.

Gunther was the one to break the silence. 'Did you just-'

'No!' Drew returned, his voice croaky but firm.

Both Gunther and Punk stared back, stunned with disbelief. 'Drew...' Punk hushed out, his hazel eyes turning watery. But then he was tossed to the ground.

'You will not utter another word,' Gunther's heels clicked as he walked towards Drew, his voice low and threatening like a growl. 'You will do as I say and get back into your cage.'

'No,' Drew shook his head defiantly. Staring down his tormentor, he pawed at his throat. His legs wobbling like jelly as he unfastened the collar and pulled it away from his neck. Brave, quivering hands threw it at Gunther's feet. The General gawked at the discarded collar while Drew lifted a finger and tapped it against his chest, right over his heart. 'N-not... y-yours!'

The General's features darkened at the disobedience of his prisoner and he thumbed the safety back on his pistol again. 'I will not repeat myself a third time. Get. Back. In. Your-'

Drew pounced, shoulder low, tackling Gunther to the floor. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he stumbled up to straddle the man who had tortured him for so long and pulled back his fist. The first punch slammed hard into Gunther's mouth, cracking against his teeth through the soft flesh of his lips, the second's aim was poor and hit his cheekbone. It didn't matter; the seal was broken. Old habits and muscle memory flooding back into the ground-down Scot, and he may as well have been in a seedy warehouse, surrounded by baying men, fighting for his life.

He remembered all the pain and humiliation that he'd been subjected to, first from Regal, then from Gunther and his henchmen. He thought of his beautiful, brave and selfless saint, Punk, who'd shown him nothing but kindness, imagined the horrors they had inflicted on him and the fury exploded out of him like flames finding several canisters of gasoline. Drew attacked his hated foe with a barrage of punches and forearms, breaking skin and teeth and bones until their face turned into a mask of hideous red..

But his target was not just anyone. He was a seasoned fighter too, a champion, a cut-throat killer and he bucked under Drew's hips, using the Scotsman's weight to unbalance him and toppled him onto his back. Suddenly it was Drew pinned down on the floor, the General on top and he beat the Scot mercilessly. Each chop to his chest cracking against his sternum, breaking it apart.

The murderous demolition of his body felt all too familiar to Drew. Brining him back to that time when he'd first thrown his collar at his new master's feet. Back when he had felt the fingers of death briefly grab hold. He could feel them again now, digging their claws in and even though he tried to block the fists pounding down on him, he knew he would not survive a second time.

Two huge hands grabbed the sides of his face, thick thumbs boring against his eyes, gouging their way in. Gunther spat at him in German, harsh, barking words that tore holes in his ear drums. The thumbs dug in deeper and Drew opened his mouth to scream when a large hand squeezed around his tongue and pulled, trying to yank it right out of his mouth.

'GET OFF OF HIM, YOU FUCKER!'

The hands suddenly released him and Drew blinked up to find Punk on Gunther's back, bare legs wrapped tight around his wide waist, and his hands on either side of the larger man's neck. The short chain of his cuffs pressing against his jugular. Punk heaved back with everything he had, holding on tightly with his locked legs as Gunther writhed beneath him like an enraged bull. The cage-fighter grit his teeth, closed his eyes, pulled tighter but it was no use. Gunther was too strong. His hold was slipping-

Drew leapt up and wrapped his huge arms around the behemoth, pinning Gunther's arms to his side in an anaconda grip. His legs went limp, weighing down the large-set man like an anchor to the floor. Gunther squirmed and struggled against his grasp, face turning a heated red with rage. Punk arched his back, every muscle and vein bulging from his forearms as he wrenched on the chain, jamming it deep into Gunther's jugular.

'Go to sleep, you motherfucker. Sleep! Sleep!'

And Drew clung desperately, holding his tormentor down and Punk kept applying the pressure and finally, finally the monster started to weaken. Dry, shallow gasps as his windpipe was cut off, a floppiness setting into his limbs.

His knees buckled, he fell forward. Drew let go and he collapsed against the floor, Punk falling with him, still attached to his back like a spider monkey. But even when his battered body collided with the ground, Punk reset his shoulders and pulled on the chain, not taking any chances. Drew watched as the General's terrible face turned purple, lips going slack, eyes lolling.

'Is he-?' Punk glanced up at him.

Cat paw.

Punk relaxed his arms, left them dangling around Gunther's neck as he tried to will some breath back into his spent body. Bu Drew never once removed his gaze from his tormentor, watching his chest, looking for any signs of life. Once upon a time he would have silently willed his opponent to 'breathe... breathe' but this time he did not care. Did not care if the sadistic man lived or died.

The barrel chest began moving. He lived. Drew fought back the disappointment.

Punk couldn't move. Drew had to help him thread his bound arms over his defeated foe's head and up to his shaky feet. He nearly keeled right over again and Drew held him close, being mindful not to graze the gruesome wounds on his stomach. 'We need to get out of here,' Punk said through his rapid pants. 'We have to find Joe before they-'

'Before they what?'

The two men snapped around at the sound of a welcoming voice and saw Joe walk in with Ludwig's pistol in his hand. Punk huffed out a laugh, smiling wide as he stumbled over to his ex and threw his arms around him. 'You son-of-a-bitch!'

'Oh, come on, you didn't really think that scrawny twink could take me, did you?' Joe looked down at Gunther's unresponsive body. 'Can't believe you two finished that asshole off before I had a chance to kill him myself.'

'You were taking too long,' Punk teased.

'Yeah, about that...' Joe heaved a sigh, catching Punk's worried eye. 'I was calling the cops. They're on their way.' He glanced between the two lovers, catching their collective panic. 'Get Drew out of here.'

'W-what?' Punk gaped at Joe.

'I'll deal with the police. Now go, get Drew out of here while you can.'

But Punk faltered. Looking up, he caught sight of the Scot, trembling from head to foot, a line of fresh blood lining his cheek. He glanced over the scars marring his body, his big blue eyes full of trauma and pain. The unconscious body of the man who'd imprisoned him, tortured him, assaulted him lying at his feet.

'No...' Punk replied, resigned.

'What?' Joe spluttered.

'Those bastards have to be put away,' Punk said, his voice small and pained, 'if not, they'll keep coming for him again and again. They need to pay for what they did to him.' He spread out his tattooed arms, exposing the gruesome wounds covering his body. 'I'm a walking piece of evidence. Drew's their main witness. We need to be here, to talk to the cops.'

'But Phil,' Joe stepped in close, cupping his large hand around the back of Punk's head. An old gesture that comforted the stricken cage-fighter. 'He's an illegal immigrant. They might send him-'

'You were right before,' Punk cut in, scrubbing his tongue backwards and forwards over his lip to stop his emotions bursting free, 'I was being selfish. I have to do what's best for Drew, even if...' he looked up, caught those blue eyes watching him and he nearly broke down, '... even if it tears me apart.'

Drew rushed for him, pulled him in tight and stroked a hand through his hair. It felt good, being the one comforted for a change, being cared for.

From the sidelines, Joe ignored the sinking feeling in his chest. 'Go outside the pair of you,' he said to them. 'Get some fresh air and look out for the cops. I'll keep an eye on this piece of shit.' Waving his stolen gun to emphasise his point, Joe took up position over the fallen General while Drew helped Punk out the door and up the stairs.

Dawn was breaking outside. Not the spectacular kind but the quiet, sullen kind that usually preceded a wet, grey Chicago day. To Punk, however, it was the most welcome, beautiful sight. He breathed in the air of freedom greedily, for even though his capture had only been a matter of hours, he had truly believed he would never make it out of that cold room again.

The wind lifted and Punk began to shiver against its chill. Warm fabric engulfed his shoulders and he discovered the royal blue jacket he'd given to Drew. The tall Scot pulled the lapels in tight and zipped it up, ensuring the embers of his body heat didn't escape and kept the frozen cage-fighter warm.

With some difficulty, Drew helped Punk down the ladder to the ground and the two of them walked to the gates of the compound. There, they found the splayed body of Ludwig, bruised and battered with his hands tied to a metal post with a belt. Joe's handiwork, obviously. The blonde was starting to stir. Punk gave him a fierce kick to the head to put him back under again.

'That's for breaking my fingers, asshole!' Punk spat.

Prompted by his words, Drew reached for the cage-fighter's injured hand and gently lifted it up, placing a kiss on each digit. 'They'll heal,' Punk tried to comfort the Scot but he continued lavishing his affection on both of Punk's tattooed hands. His busted knuckles, his strapped fingers, his chafed wrists. Every part of those wondrous, miraculous hands.

He crossed his own hands over each other, went to place them against his chest but paused. Rapid thoughts whirred behind his blue eyes as he smiled softly and gently grasped Punk's hands again. 'L-lo-v-ve,' he stuttered out, huffing a laugh at the welcoming sound of his long-lost voice. He pointed to the first of Punk's fingers, counting them down as he went, 'love, love, love, love...' each repetition growing more confident and clear. Ten in all, one for each finger until at last, he hesitated. Blue eyes flickered up to catch hazel. 'Love,' he said at last, circling his thumb around his chest in a figure of eight.

Punk gasped, his words failing him.

Drew's brows quirked upwards, questioning, as he pointed a finger at his own chest. '... love?'

He felt numb all of a sudden, on the verge of floating away on the wind itself, as light and as fragile as a feather.

'You know what...' the corner of his mouth curled, '..I think I might. Fuck...'

Drew's perfect pink lips spread wide in a dazzling smile as he grabbed Punk's face, the cage-fighter hopping up onto the tip of toes again and their lips met. No more hesitation, no more doubt. They were taking the chance while they could. Red and blue lights began to flicker around them, the wail of sirens breaking the silence of the night, but the neither of them noticed, too engrossed in their lover's sweet embrace.

And when they finally broke apart, Punk nuzzling against the glow of Drew's hand, his thumb gently stroking back and forth over his swollen lips, he knew he had made the right choice that dark, stormy night.

He had risked it all for Drew.

And he would gladly do it again.

To be continued…

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Gangster (pt. 4)

(A/N): You thought I was going to leave you wonderfully patient people with that cliff hanger?

Word Count: 1400 Warnings: Smut, finally delicious smut Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

“Like I told you,” I smirked at hungry, dark, brown eyes, “you can try..”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Joe tsk-ed, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

He stood and I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck. Joe steadied me, holding me to him, wrapping my legs around my waist as he held me up by my ass. His lips were on mine again. This time, they were hungrier, more savage.

He managed to walk us over to the bed, his strength was amazing and I would’ve been more impressed if I wasn’t in desperate need of him inside of me.

Joe threw me down, I bounced a little and let out a yelp of surprise. He stood between my legs and I watched as he removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, he looked over me slowly. “God, I’ve wanted to rip that skirt off of you all evening.” Joe’s hand leisurely caressed its way from my ankle to my thigh. “I’ve wanted to see where these stockings lead.”

His touch had me warm all over. “You should shut up and find out already.”

The gangster before me grinned maliciously, squeezing my thigh hard. “I can’t wait to have that smart mouth screaming my name.”

I bit my lip, stretched my arm out, calling him towards me with one finger. “Come here, big boy. You need to start making good on those promises.”

Joe leaned down, pinning me to the bed and kissed me with passion I hadn’t felt in years. I could feel the straining bulge pressing against my thigh. My hands slipped down and stroked it. Joe let out a gasp, hissing a curse word or two and then a noise that could only be described as a growl.

“Eager are we?”

“Are we going to make out and dry hump like we’re in high school all night?” I teased.

I swallowed when his fingers pushed passed my panties. I hadn’t even noticed them making their way up their skirt until the fabric was pushed aside and his thick finger slid its way along my wetness. Joe’s free hand slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt, exposing the lace bra I had picked out earlier. He pushed it aside, exposing my perked right nipple and slowly kissed the tip.

The sensation made me gasp. My body tensed with lust while he continued teasing my folds and nipped at my flesh.

“So wet for me already,” Joe growled. “I haven’t even had those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head yet.” He begun working his kisses and love bites down my abdomen, passed my hips, brushing his mouth gently against my legs.

I whined, “maybe you should have a taste anyway.”

A low groan hummed between my legs as my skirt was hiked up to my waist. Joe pushed aside my panties and kissed my heat. My breath hitched as his tongue slid between my folds to gently flick my clit.

“Just as delicious as I had imagined,” he whispered.

With that, Joe began devouring me. His tongue teased me, toying with my swollen bud. I was dripping with ecstasy, close to the edge. Joe’s stiff lower lip pursed up against my clit in between his tongue licking me into a state of bliss. I couldn’t control my hips as they ground against his face, encouraging him to continue the torment. Joe hummed in pleasure, taking both of his hands to grip my waist and hold me still against his mouth.

“Oh God, Joe,” I whimpered, balling the sheets up in my fists.

“Come for me, beautiful.”

His command vibrated the right places and had me falling over the edge. I cried out, calling his name as my vision spun and a smile spread across my face.

“Fuck,” Joe raised his head up and wiped mouth in his palm, “I think you’re ready.” He stood.

My spirit was still coming down from nirvana, “ready?”

I felt something thick and hard running through my folds. Pulling myself up on my elbows, I saw a fully erect Joe pumping his cock, eyeing my entrance with that cocky grin and hungry look in his dark eyes.

Reaching down, I stroked him, “let me help.” I guided him towards my opening.

Joe pushed into me, causing me to groan against the size of him stretching me. He held my hips down against the mattress as he continued to squeeze his member inside of me until I was completely filled. I lied on the bed, gasping for air just from him stuffing me full.

“Joe,” I huffed.

His attention moved from where our bodies conjoined together to my face. There was a slight look of panic that flashed through his eyes.“Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head, “No! Please! Move! I need it!”

Lust took his expression back over, he fell slight as his hips slowly backed up then snapped back into mine. My whimpers and pleas turned into moans and curses, cheering him on as he pushed my legs back, nearly folding me in half. Joe drilled me into the mattress relentlessly. The swear words became more and more slurred together as his pace quickened. I looked up to see his jaw tightening.

I lifted my head up slightly. “Come on, baby,” I huffed. “That all you got?”

Joe growled and pinned my head back down to the bed by wrapping his thick hand around my neck. “I’ll show you something, little girl.”

My eyes rolled back into my head as my lips turned up into a pleased smile. The pressure from his hand on my throat cut off any words I might throw back at him but it had my walls squeezing him in tandem with his grip on me. The peek of my climax hit me before I knew. I opened my mouth but couldn’t bring any sound from my throat.

“Atta girl, let me hear it,” Joe grunted as he released my neck.

I cried out in sheer pleasure, wriggling beneath him as my orgasm rocked my body. Joe continued his thrusts while I came down from the high of him. His grip loosened on me, allowing my body to stretch out as he unsheathed himself from me. I huffed at the loss of him, just about to whine for more before he flipped me onto my stomach.

“Ass up, pretty girl,” Joe breathed against my spine as he kissed a trail up my back, pulling my hips up towards him.

Joe knelt behind me on the bed and lined himself up to my entrance. He slid in again and we groaned together. I felt his hands hold my hips steady while he backed up slowly before snapping into me. Joe repeated the motion, a little quicker this time. I bit my lip at the force when he began speeding up, more and more. Joe gripped me harder as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I needed more. I shifted my weight just enough to reach down to my clit with one hand. I flicked and rubbed it, causing my walls to constrict around him.

“Oh God, baby girl,” Joe grunted squeezing my ass. “Rub that clit, fucking come all over my cock again.”

I felt my final orgasm edging closer with each of his thrusts. I pinched my own swollen bud and cried out his name followed by curses and moans. My head fell forward while he gave a few short thrusts to let me finish.

Joe snatched my hair, pulling my head up and began drilling himself into me as quickly as he possibly could. I groaned, feeling the desperation in each stroke. He needed his, and he was going to get it. Joe’s hand dropped from my hair to the nape of my neck, pushing me back down, my ass bouncing in the air against his stomach.

“Shit!” He hissed and released me only to pin my hips stiffly against him as he spilled everything into me.

Our bodies stopped moving and simultaneously collapsed on the bed next to each other. Joe slipped out of me and wrapped his arm and a leg around my body. I couldn’t move, every inch of me was sore already, but I took comfort in his arms.

His free hand brushed through my hair, relaxing me.

“Wow.” Was all I could say.

I could feel the laughter rumble through his chest and into my hair, “’Wow’ indeed.”

We were silent for a moment, I could feel sleep clawing at me. “Joe,” I whisper, hoping that I can get the words out before exhaustion pulls me down.

“Hmm?”

“What happens now?”

He sighed and pulled me close, “We sleep, before we prepare to meet Balor.”

“Together.”

“Always.”

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