#drew mcintyre fic
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Just Like at the Movies (Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader x Roman Reigns) (18+ Fic)
Summary: Reader has a filthy fantasy and her boyfriends, Roman and Drew fulfil said fantasy... without the need for getting arrested, of course.
Tags: 18+, dirty talk, praise kink, simulated public sex, voyeurism, kink, consensual kink, consensual sex, unprotected sex, riding.
Word Count: 2,843
“Filthiest fantasy that your partner- or partners- “Drew playfully amended, wiggling his eyebrows like a dork as he motioned to himself and Roman while he took his turn reading from the small card. “-don’t know about or you’re too embarrassed to talk about...”
I threw my head back against our l-shaped couch, laughing boisterously. I was lying on my back horizontally, my head rested on Drew’s lap and my legs were draped over Roman. They both had just come home from being on the road for way too long, and we decided to spend a quiet evening at home to just spend some time together as a couple, playing a couples’ card game I had bought on a whim one night on Amazon.
I took a second to mull over Drew’s question, combing through the deep recesses of my filthy mind to come up with an answer until I began to blush deeply.
“Ummm… oh! I got it!... I mean I guess it’s pretty fuckin filthy since it’s in public…” I began, blushing deeper as both my boyfriends raised the brows curiously.
“Spit it out, babygirl.” Roman chuckled as he lightly squeezed my thigh until I batted him away. I was ridiculously ticklish around my thighs, and he knew that.
“Stooop- uh… well, okay. We said we weren’t gonna pussy out on any questions soooo… I’ve always had this fantasy of fucking in a movie theater. Sitting all the way in the back…” I spoke. I could hear my voice getting lower and breathier as I slowly transported myself into my fantasy without really meaning to.
“Maybe during an action movie. Or a scary movie- yall know I need to be distracted during the scariest parts.” I giggled softly, my mind faraway and oblivious to the way my men were staring at me with their mouths slightly agape.
“I’m sitting in between both of you and… and my hands slowly begin to wander,” I continued, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth as I pictured myself unbuttoning their jeans, my hands reaching in to stroke them both on either side of me, my eyes straight ahead on the movie screen until I gave up and focused entirely on them. I closed my eyes, letting myself fully sink into my filthy thoughts, gasping as I felt a hand- Drew’s- slowly sneak into my silky robe to grope one of my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipple until it was taut and sensitive, while Roman’s hands ran over my calves and then my thighs. Expert fingers massaged my breasts and between my thighs, making me arch my back and whimper.
“And then what, love?” I heard Drew’s raspy voice in the midst of my hazy pleasure, redirecting me back to the scenario I had so carefully crafted in my mind.
“A- and…” I cleared my throat, letting out a soft gasp as the pad of Roman’s fingers made tiny, delicious circles over my entrance, up toward my clit and back, and Drew’s hands continued their equally as delicious torture on my breasts before his hand moved down to join Roman’s hand between my legs. I let out a strangled moan as my clit and my entrance were now given attention by both men, but I willed myself to focus.
I wasn’t expecting anything to come out of this confession. But holy shit, were my boys going to deliver…
“Eventually I start sucking you both off,” I whispered, hearing them groan almost in unison at the mental image. “By the time I’m riding one of you, some of the people in the theater start to slowly catch onto what’s going on… of course they won’t rat us out. Some of them are sitting there scandalized. Others are pretending like they’re not turning to watch us every so often. Like they’re not so hot and bothered that they’re willing the movie to finish so they can go straight home to fuck their wives or husbands. Aside from the feeling of you guys inside of me, that’s the best fuckin’ part.” I said, smirking wistfully. I let out a curse in unison with both men as I felt a finger crook right against my sweet spot. My back nearly arched off the couch and I reached down, laying my hand over theirs as they worked my pussy until I felt that familiar tightening in my gut and in my core.
But my pleasure was short lived.
“Hey, why’d yall stop?!” I whined, slowly opening my eyes. I gasped at the sight I was met with. Their eyes dark with arousal, panting just as hard as I was, Drew and Roman’s gaze penetrated my own. None of us said a word for a long moment before Drew finally broke the silence.
“You think you can work us up like that and we were just gonna give you what you wanted, darling?... Nah,” he said. He chuckled as he shook his head, slowly trailing the pads of his fingertips from my pussy until they reached my lips. On instinct, my lips closed around the digits and goosebumps peppered my skin as I licked his fingers clean, tasting myself before Roman did the same.
“I didn’t mean to… you asked.” I replied grumpily, causing them both to chuckle.
“We did. And I think you gave us an idea.” Roman said. I gulped hard and my pulse quickened as I watched them share a look. They seemed to be communicating silently until they wore matching wicked grins. In that moment I felt much like a little deer lying between two hungry lions… I had no idea that they were gonna give me one of, if not the best evening of my life.
“You trust us?” Roman asked.
“Of course,” I nodded without hesitation.
“Good.” Drew replied.
~3 Days Later~
I felt giddy as I got ready to spend the evening with the boys. I had decided on a maroon flare skirt, a white off-the-shoulder crop top, along with some cute maroon flats to match my skirt and minimal makeup.
We weren’t going out, though. We had our own home theater and the boys put their heads together to make things happen tonight. They said they wanted to give me fantasy- without the threat of actually getting arrested or to be put on a watchlist which, I had to say I couldn’t agree with more. The idea of being caught was hotter than the reality, I was sure. So, I was grateful that Roman and Drew were extra creative.
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“Are you sure she’s gonna go for this?” Drew asked Roman skeptically as they set up the home theater in the upstairs part of their shared home. The lights have been dimmed with only the glare of the movie screen showing a still from Evil Dead Rise. The boys had decided that a scary movie would be the best option for tonight. They weren’t planning on really watching most of it anyway… soft popping sounds could be heard coming from the popcorn machine whirring into action while both men fluffed up a couple pillows into some of the seats, draping them in hoodies and other articles of clothing to give the affect of an actual human sitting down to watch the movie. They had also invited a couple of their neighbors and friends who were also kinky to come and watch the action and they had all readily agreed.
“Man, did you see how she just spaced out the second just from thinking about it? … Look, the mind is powerful. Plus, we got some of our friends coming over- She’ll love it.” Roman replied.
Once they were done setting up, they texted their friends to make sure everything was on schedule before they took themselves downstairs to my bedroom to take me to our home theater.
I gasped as I was led through the halls of our home. Movie posters of what was currently in theaters lined the walls, just like there would be in an actual movie theater. The warm buttery smell of popcorn, mozzarella sticks, and candy hit my nostrils before we even entered the theater room.
“Woahh yall went all out, oh my god…” I marveled, laughing as the guys led me to the theater room with their hands on the small of my back. LED lights led the way to our seats and as soon as our butts planted in our seats, my palms began to sweat, and my stomach began to erupt in nervous butterflies. Holy fuck they really went all out… for me…
Those butterflies intensified as some of our friends filed into the room, smiling at us politely as if we were total strangers to then make their way to their seats. With the pillows stuffed into the seats, the room looked packed, and I could feel a bead of sweat trickling down my back in anticipation of what was to come.
Roman went to go grab us snacks before we all sat down to watch the movie and I didn’t even think to ask how the movie was playing seemingly on its own.
At first, I was too shy and too floored to initiate anything. So, my boys, reading me like a book, slowly took each of my hands in theirs and guided them toward their crotch. I let out a soft gasp as their hardening lengths grew underneath my palm and I let myself unbutton their jeans before my hand slipped inside and I stroked them to full hardness. By then some of our friends were starting to stare, whispering amongst themselves with put-on scandalized looks in their eyes that made me squeeze my thighs together and my skin warm… The way Drew and Roman both stifled their groans during a quiet part of the movie made me sink further and further into character and by the time they urged me to lean down and take them into my mouth, I was sure we’d get caught doing something we shouldn’t.
“What if- “I began, my lips ghosting over the tip of Drew’s cock, but they both quickly shook their heads.
“We’re not gonna get caught. They can’t see us.” Drew said.
“But they’re looking…” I whispered back, discreetly nodding toward one pair of our friends who were blatantly staring.
“Do they look upset?” Roman replied, an eyebrow raised, and his eyes amused as we looked our friends who… who were anything but upset.
That was all I needed.
As my head bobbed on Drew’s cock and my hand stroked Roman’s I moaned eagerly, my eyes smiling at Drew as his hips ever so slowly thrusted upwards and his hand rested over the back of my head. Though his eyes tried to focus on the movie, I let out a muffled giggle as the blue irises began to go a little unfocused.
“That’s it… good fucking girl.” He murmured and my heart soared, and my pussy throbbed in response. It was a wonder how I wasn’t soaking through my skirt and the seat underneath me at this point.
“And a fuckin’ dirty one too,” I heard the smirk in Roman’s voice as he took his eyes off the screen and watched us. “… Shit. Sit up, sit up.” Roman suddenly urged, pulling my arm lightly but urgently. In lieu of zipping his pants back up, Drew instead grabbed the bucket of popcorn he laid on the ground by his feet and placed it over his exposed crotch as a movie attendant with a flashlight entered the room, scanning the seats until his squinting eyes landed on the three of us.
… Mox?!
Oh my god… If I weren’t so immersed in this fantasy, I would’ve marveled at the mere idea of the boys somehow roping Mox into this. My blush deepened and I wanted the ground to swallow me as Mox scanned his eyes over the three of us… welp, guess that answers the question of who started up the movie. Mox was a trusted friend and someone who we all wanted to play with at some point and he was... ridiculously good at this. My pussy throbbed even more, feeling sensitive underneath the thin fabric of my soaked panties as Mox eyed us suspiciously. As if he knew we were up to no good.
Oh my god… if either Drew or Roman weren’t inside of me within 2 seconds, I was surely going to pass out.
“Everything okay over here?” Mox asked gruffly, pointing the flashlight at each of us. Though I loved my boyfriends to death, I couldn’t help but notice that the movie attendant uniform hugged him in all the right places…
“Uh- y-yes. Yup. Mhm.” I stuttered out, my lips and eyes glistening in a way that left no room for doubt as to what was happening before Mox had entered the room. Roman, Drew and I shared a look before we all smiled innocently at him.
We kept our innocent smiles as he gave us one last suspicious look before he walked down all of the seats, the light on his flashlight lighting up different parts of the room. He took his sweet ass time and the three of us were starting to get antsy. We watched Mox walk around the room at an agonizingly slow pace until he was seemingly satisfied.
My heart pounded as he threw us suspicious every now and again and I let out a whooshing breath of relief as soon as he walked out of the room.
“I thought he’d never fuckin’ leave… C’mere, baby.” Roman whispered, unbuttoning his jeans again before my mouth sank onto his cock next. He wasted no time in thrusting his hips upwards and I could hear the low murmurs of our friends during another quiet moment in the movie.
I felt insanely powerful, watching the head of Roman’s cock drip precum onto my hand and I heard Drew panting hard next to me.
I released a surprised yip, muffled by roman’s cock as Drew parted my thighs and reached between them to run his fingers over the soaked fabric of my panties. I moan loudly, forgetting about the other “moviegoers” for a moment as Drew toyed with my sensitive pussy.
“She wet?” Roman asked, grunting as I took him as deep into my mouth as I could, gagging a little before I willed my throat to relax.
“Our dirty little princess is soaking… aren’t you, sweetheart?” Drew murmured. I let out an eager ‘mhm!’ as my head continued to bob before I redirected my attention back to Drew. I wanted them both dangerously close to their release.
“Lookatchu… so fuckin’ beautiful… pretending to be all worried that we were gonna caught. I think she wants us to get caught.” Roman panted, smirking at Drew who was barely holding his grunts and growls back at this point.
“Fuck…! I think so too,” Drew whispered.
…I couldn’t take it anymore. I slowly stood up, moaning softly as the fabric of my panties rubbed against my tender and aching pussy. My jaw dropped as I rested on Drew’s lap, and he pulled my panties to the side and his girth deliciously stretched me open.
“Shit that was easy… fuck you’re soaking wet, darling… Oh you’re gonna cum already, huh? Good… cum for us, kitten…” Drew murmured against my lips and our tongues danced together for a moment as I wasted no time in rolling my hips, taking him as deep as I could. I let out a shaky whimper in response and my thighs trembled as Drew’s reached back down to toy with my sensitive clit.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, going cross-eyed for a moment as the pleasure quickly became too much.
My eyes caught one of my girlfriends with her head in her boyfriends’ lap, bobbing slowly. I let out a guttural groan at the sight, pistoning my hips faster until the head of Drew’s cock jabbed at my sweet spot. My orgasm caught up to me quicker than I expected, and I shattered in Drew’s lap, my arms wrapped around his neck as he quickly followed suit.
Giving me little time to recover, I was tossed unceremoniously onto Roman’s lap and we both groaned as I sunk down onto him, my juices intermingling with Drew’s seed still seeping filthily out of me.
“Oh, fuck you always take our cocks so well, baby…” Roman growled. “You see what you did?” he asked, the veins in his neck prominent as my walls squeezed him. He nodded toward our friends who were well on their way to give us a show of their own. “I can’t blame em for not waiting til they got home, you look so fuckin beautiful riding us like this, babygirl… You gonna cum again, baby?” Roman crooned as my chest heaved and my thighs began to tremble again in that tell-tale sign.
“God you guys are the fuckin best…” I replied, my words slurred as my body spasmed with pleasure over, and over, and over again…
#drew mcintyre fic#drew mcintyre#roman reigns#roman reigns smut#drew mcintyre x reader#drew mcintyre x female reader#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns x female reader#wwe fic#wwe smut#wrestling smut
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Small Confessions
Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader
Summary: The reader, being long-time friends with Drew McIntyre and Sheamus, is hurt deeply by their fighting, trying to remind them of their friendship just to be shut down and more hurt by Sheamus, walking off before Drew can step in. So, Drew visits her at home, reminding her that they are best friends, and ends up sharing a small confession with her…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Drinking, Swearing, Hairpulling, bit of rough sex, creampie)
Word Count: 2.2k
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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
"Drew! Sheamus!"
Why did Adam Pearce even bother anymore? It's been how long that Drew and Sheamus have been fighting non-stop, anywhere, any time.
Deep inside, it did pain me because once upon a time, we were a trio of true friends with big dreams that we all got to accomplish together. Now, this? Just constant fighting? They must've forgotten that I was still here.
"Sorry they're like this Adam," I sighed, marching over and yanking Drew by the hair, Sheamus by the ear, yelling, "Don't you two ever get sick of fighting one another?!"
Adam was watching in shock, wishing he came to me a long time ago as I clanked their heads together hard, then tossed them to the floor on their butts.
"What happened to being best friends, no matter what?" I snapped, looking between the two groaning and rubbing their heads, "Going from nothing to something together! What happened to it? Now, you two fight and bicker like little kids! Get a grip. It's already bad enough that you two almost lost your Money in The Bank spots! Just cut it out, for the love of Pete!"
"Oh, don't ya start ya stuff, Y/N!" Sheamus rose to his first, scoffing at me, "This doesn't concern you, so buzz off!"
"All I want is for us to be friends again, Sheamus," I huffed, letting out emotion, "You just expect me to toss our friendship like trash? Like, how long have we been friends?"
"That's exactly what ya need to do," Sheamus breathed, yelling at me, "It is trash!"
Sheamus's words truly broke my heart into pieces. No matter what happened between the three of us, our friendship still prevailed, and hearing him call it trash, I was defeated. The sadness in my eyes was quite obvious.
For a moment, I didn't realize on my other side that Drew was getting back up, looking even more pissed off, then Adam just had to insert himself:
"Sheamus, you-"
"No, don't." I glared at Adam, having all eyes on me, making sure I glared at Drew and Sheamus too, "I guess I'm not their friend after all. I shouldn't have bothered."
There must've been a scary look on my face because everyone stood still, watching me leave till I was out of sight and not daring to move.
They always say words are just words, but they can truly hurt. Since I wasn't booked, I gladly packed up and went home. Once I was home, that little fight left my mind, and being back home was like normal. I put up all my things, took a shower then slept.
In the morning, it was no different either. Woke up, had a cup of coffee, went to go work out, took a quick shower, started cooking some food and I heard my doorbell ring.
Lucky them, the food I had cooking was done; turning off the stove then headed over and when I opened the door, I found something I didn't expect.
Drew always had the cutest smile that you couldn't look away from, white roses in one arm and a gift bag in another, smiling at me:
"There's my best friend!"
It was so hard for me not to smile, knowing that Drew was a true friend despite his fallout with Sheamus, but I still asked:
"What's this, Drew?"
"I know ya don't want me fighting Sheamus anymore, but I was very ready to claymore him after what he said to you," He began, seeing how it hit him in the heart just like it did to me, "And it literally made me cry when you said that we're not friends anymore. So, I'm here to remind you that unlike that scumbag Sheamus, you are my friend. My best friend."
That put the brightest smile on my face, on top of my favorite flowers, needing to know what was in that bag? How could I be so heartless and deny all of that?
"Drew, you big softy," I smiled, hugging him tightly, "I didn't mean that towards you, really. I know you'll always be my friend."
"Always, Y/N," He laid his head on top of mine, swaying softly and offering, "A game's about to come on. Wanna whip something up and watch it? We can also use your gift."
"Let's do it," I smiled, taking the roses as he stepped in, "What is the gift?"
Drew always knew me well, making me laugh while heading to the kitchen island, whipping out my favorite bottle of whiskey, "Great for a game day."
"Should've known," I laughed, heading over to the window where I kept my flowers, making those gorgeous white roses right at home in a vase, taking a slow breath in to smell, hearing behind me:
"Ooh, steak!"
Turning, there was Drew at the stove, eating the steak that I had prepared in the skillet for the sandwiches I was going to make and enjoying himself.
"Can I even make the sandwiches first, Drew?!" I scolded, shooing him away from the stove, "I just worked out and need the food."
"It's good!" He protested, stealing one more piece, "I can't help it."
Shaking my head at him, I went ahead and began to make our steak and cheese sandwiches, this time he helped rather than eat it all, and got us two glasses of whiskey so we could sit at the television and turn on the football game.
Moments like these were the best. Good food, whiskey, and a very good game. Once our food was gone, we were yelling at the television like crazy, whiskey maybe influencing how loud our voices were, jumping at certain times when our team scored.
"Come on! There ain't much time left!" Drew was literally on the edge of his seat, scoffing when I said:
"I don't know if they're gonna get it!"
"Bet ya fifty bucks?" He offered, positive that they were going to score, both of us standing and I agreed:
"Bet! They're not-"
"HELL YEAH!" Drew jumped for joy as they scored, winning the game, "Where's my money?!"
"Your money?!" I played back, pushing him softly, "I don't owe you shit."
"Ah! Ah! We made a bet and-" He began and just for fun, I used the coffee table as a step stool, jumping up and also pushing it so I could DDT Drew onto the couch cushion, rolling away to laugh:
"And I bet you didn't see that coming!"
I had to hold my stomach from laughing so hard but came to a slow stop when Drew picked his head up, giving me eyes like a tiger, even while playing.
"Now, Drew-" I went to deescalate, but there was no deescalating, taking off the second Drew got to his feet.
"Why are you running, Y/N?!" He began to chase, running around the couch at first, till I started booking it to my bedroom so I could try to hide:
"Running? I'm not running!"
Damn it, he was fast and I ended up squealing super loud when he ran through and tackled me onto the bed, beginning to tickle me and then raid my pockets:
"Ya owe me fifty bucks! Kick it up!"
"Drew, stop!" I laughed even when he wasn't tickling me, "I can't breathe!"
"How ya talking then!" He made us laugh more, to the point where we weren't breathing, collapsing on my chest and slapping the bed.
"They call you a Scottish psychopath, when you're really the Scottish goofball," I breathed in deep, looking to see his messy hair and bright blue eyes connect with mine, getting that serious, psychopathic look he could get, but was still playful:
"Now, you're gonna get the psycho."
I went to gasp but was left breathless when he kissed me, so deep and beginning to press my body into the bed, not expecting this but not letting the moment be wasted, kissing him right back, holding onto his jersey when he started feeling my legs.
"This is my favorite jersey," He looked down at my clenched hand in his shirt, seeing how hard I was gripping, cocking his eyebrow when I suggested:
"Just take it off then."
"Oh yeah?" He snickered, sitting up and taking it off, slow and showing off every muscle in his arms, chest, and core, having me licking and biting at my lower lip, not paying attention till he said, "Like what you see?"
I just nodded softly, fighting the squirm in my hips, but he noticed, sending my heart racing when he put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs out, connecting hips and bringing his chest back to mine, "I can tell."
"You know that I'm a straight-forward person, Drew," I reminded him, softly grinding my hips up to his, "Where are we going to go with this?"
"You know exactly where we're going," He smiled, kissing me again, a lot more impatient and stronger, hands going right for my clothes and I helped, getting down to my panties then going after his pants, but he stood up, doing that for me.
My eyes were so fixed on his marvelous body that it caught me off guard when he yanked me by the ankle, flipping me to my stomach, really turning me on when I felt his hand in my hair.
"Don't think I forgot how you pulled me by the hair on Friday," His laugh was no good, pulling my head back and the other hand pulling my panties off, using his thigh to spread my legs, "Figured I'd return the favor."
"Don't act like you didn't like it," I joked, throwing a sexy smirk back at him, going to back my hips up, but my jaw dropped.
Kneading at the bed softly, I took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his cock finding its way into me, the way it was splitting me with such strong friction, so warm and creating a wave of fire across my nerves when he pinned his hips to my ass, the tip of his cock as deep as possible, greeting my sweet spot.
I already knew that was the only softness I was going to get, ready to hold onto the blanket as he pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip:
"You're really gonna like it, I know that."
There was a small strain in my throat from the sharp moan jumping out, strong hand yanking my hair, pulling my entire body back onto his cock, hips thrusting hard and about putting me in two, showing me that he didn't like it slow.
Neither did I, slight tears in my eyes from the burn, but the pleasure so good that it had me in a daze already, only straining my voice more with louder moans, his pounding so strong I could feel the ricochet ripple through my body.
"I fucking love it!" I whined hard, pushing my face into the mattress to rest my neck for a moment, walls clenching hard and it was just driving him even more crazy.
"Love it, aye?" He was so proud already, laughing softly at the drool at the side of my mouth when he pulled my head back up, so out of it that I admitted:
"You know how many times I've dreamed about fucking you? Damn, right I love it."
In return, he kissed me with a passionate force, tongue swirling in when I began moaning, because his cock didn't slow for even a second, heart pounding so hard when he bit my lower lips, hand gripped on my hip and pulling back, confessing back:
"Think I haven't about you? I did kiss you first, remember?"
I nodded softly, crying out when he freed my lip, "God, Drew! Keep it like that!"
"Gonna tell me why?"
My body was shaking from how close I was, beginning to pant and it was harder to breathe his hand back in my hair again, not going to get what I wanted till I said it, not like he needed to ask anyhow because before he could say anything again, I gasped hard:
"Because I'm ab-; I'm cuming, Drew! Fuck!"
The only thing keeping me up was his hand, back bending and jerking my hips up toward him, pulling the blanket and sheets, growing weak in the knees when it all hit me, wet slick squirting out and sure making a mess of us as he kept going, groaning and swearing, but loving every moment, spanking my ass and holding on with a few more thrusts beginning to get the better of him.
"Come on, Drew," I looked back, begging due to the good feeling of his cock throbbing, closing my eyes and whining at the overstimulation, "It's just so fucking good."
"Sure the hell is," He breathed in deep, taking my wrists and keeping me pinned down, lifting our hips up just a little and pounding harder than before, having me bury my face to muffle the screams, picking up to get air and gasping at the hot feeling, walls coated in his seed, flooding in deep.
"Oh my god," My head dropped, drained but never feeling so good, slowly following along when he fixed me on the bed properly, laying on my back, huffing:
"Fuck, Y/N."
"You're telling me," I giggled faintly, looking in the corner of my eye to meet his, "Never seen this side of you and fuck."
He found it funny when my eyes rolled back and my head dropped again, not needing the words to know about our little confessions at that moment, but not leaving me hanging either:
"You can see it more if you want to."
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My ode to my Chosen One Drew, “A Chosen Love”, is hitting its stride! Dawn aka Crimson Vixen is going for the WWE Women’s Championship at Wrestlemania XXIV. But unbeknownst to her and Drew, their heartbreak & fates are being set up forces beyond their control. This is the quiet before the storm that lasts for several years. Will the young couple survive this test? Start reading and find out!
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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled"
Ch. 4: "Our Little Secret..."
Summary: What do you get when you cross a sexually frustrated lass with a size kink and a six-foot-five Scotsman with an instant mutual attraction to his old friend's little sister..?
That's right. You get some bomb sex.
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY, MDNI), discussions of previous relationships, hints of possible abuse but nothing is exclusively mentioned, Baron continuing to be an ass but only for a minute, cursing, slight exhibitionism (?), hair pulling, hickeys, some good fucking, oral (f receiving), use of a condom (for once), Drew being a smirking devilish gentleman, honorifics (sir), nicknames (little one, princess, lass, lassie, love, dove(?), good girl), praise kink, size kink, a smidge of manhandling.
A/N: I FUCKING DID IT. I haven't written smut in a MINUTE so if this is a little rusty, I apologize. The more I write it, the better I'll get, and trust me this is just the beginning 😏 as always, thank you for the love on this story, I love writing it and it makes it just that much better that others enjoy it too. Feedback is encouraged and always welcome on my page! I want to know what y'all think, I love hearing from everyone. If you're enjoying this series and want to be added to a the taglist, let me know! Love you guys!
-WD
Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4.5
August 22, 2021
Las Vegas, Nevada
To anyone looking from the outside, Michelle's face was blank as she stared at the ice in her glass in front of her. In her head, however, Michelle was drowning in memories that she had long ago buried. Memories she wanted to forget and reminders of a person she never wanted to be again, and here walks in a materialized man of all her past regrets.
"Micky, you good?" Rhea asked from across the table.
"Yeah, I just need a refill. I'll be right back. Anyone else need a refill?" Michelle asked as she pushed herself to her feet.
Dani wanted another Long Island, but the rest of the table was fine. She started walking back to the bar. She slid into the booth and ordered, feeling a sob bubbling in her chest but she pushed it down.
How could she be so stupid? Of course he would be here, but she did not think in a million years he would remember her.
"Hey-"
The voice made her yelp, surprised by the sudden touch on the small of her back. She sighed when she saw it was only Drew.
"You alright?" Drew leaned against the bar, his brows knit with concern.
"Yeah," Michelle nodded with a sniff, her nose ticklish from being on the verge of tears.
She delicately twisted her nose piercing and rubbed her nose as lady-like as she possibly could.
"He's just an old fling, if you could even call it that. I guess I was just hoping he wouldn't recognize me."
"You and Corbin?" Drew smiled softly, trying not to sound too accusatory, but he was a little shocked. "That's a little bit of a strange pairing."
"What?" Michelle laughed a little with raised eyebrows. "You can't see it?"
"No." Drew spoke without hesitation and shook his head. Michelle laughed a little harder at his reaction, which made Drew grin. "You have such a lovely smile. It's so bright."
"Thank you, you're too sweet." Michelle's attention diverted for a moment as the bartender slid over her glass, which she quickly took a long sip.
"How did you and Baron meet?" Drew asked as he sipped on his pint.
Michelle tried not to choke on her drink and played it off as a little cough. She thought for a short moment, picking her words carefully. As she was thinking, she thought back to that night, images flashing in her mind.
Booming music. His stare was etched into her memory. His touch lit her skin on fire, his cologne smelled expensive. She remembers how his denim jeans felt on her bare thighs.
"We met at a club in New Jersey one night, like, five or six years ago." Michelle offered a smile, hoping that would be enough for him to not press much further than that.
"Were you together long?"
Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see Baron walking back to the table, already looking at her. After short eye contact, he looked away.
Neck kisses. Hickyes. He had a bruising grip that made her feel some type of way. She remembers how he'd tug her hair to make him look him in the eyes, how the cold metal of his rings felt pressed gently around her neck. Her nails dragging down his back. Beds creaking. Same motel, different nights.
"Not particularly. We weren't exclusive." Michelle said quietly as she looked back at her drink and stirred it with her straw.
Drew glanced back at the table, noticed Baron's return and leaned in close before speaking.
"What happened? I seemed to walk into a heated argument earlier. Bad break up?"
She was yelling. He was banging his huge fists on the kitchen table. Holes punched in her walls. Doors slamming shut.
"Ohhh yeah, it was pretty bad." Michelle's laugh had a morose undertone. "Thought I would see the last of him after that though. My mistake."
"Did you not know who he was?" Drew chuckled.
"Not at the time." Michelle sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned on the bar. "I didn't find out until his main roster debut that he was a wrestler. We didn't really do a lot of 'getting to know you' during our time together. It never came up."
"That's unlucky." Drew's laugh boomed, which helped Michelle laugh a little at the fucked up situation. "Was the sex good, at least?"
Michelle shrugged, which only made Drew laugh more.
"What?!" Michelle giggled at Drew, who was leaning over the bar on his forearms and his head was hung, trying to stifle his laughter. "I don't know, it was alright I guess. I've had better since. I think I just liked that he was so...so big I guess? Wait no, I mean...fuck-"
She started to stutter when Drew raised his eyebrows at her.
"I mean he's so tall. I meant to say tall. He had something about him that told me he could...toss me around a bit." Michelle chuckled a blush dusting her cheeks.
"Sure, lass." Drew smiled and stood up straight and took a few sips of his beer.
He put his glass down and scooted his stool closer so when he sat, he bumped her shoulder.
"So you like big guys?"
Michelle ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip and shook her head, debating whether or not she should even entertain the question.
"Yeah." She admitted begrudgingly with a blush dusting her cheeks.
"And toss you around?" Drew sounded deep in thought. "You like getting manhandled, huh?"
"Oh yeah, you would love to know, wouldn't you?" Michelle beamed, a playful twinkle in her eye and a sarcastic tone in her voice. The two shared a laugh.
"I would, actually." Drew chuckled and gave Michelle a look that made her heart pound in her chest. "Why do you look so surprised? You told me I had to 'find out for myself'. Did you already forget?"
No, she did not forget.
Michelle glanced back at the table. The group had thinned out. Annie and Matt had left, leaving Baron, Randy, Dani, Damien, and Rhea. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek and her knee bounced, temptation getting the best of her. She grabbed her phone and opened up her messages with Darcy.
"Heading to my room now, love you."
"It's getting pretty late," Michelle smirked, hopped off her stool and took a step back. "Wanna head to my room for a nightcap?"
Drew beamed and got to his feet. He tossed a few bills on the bar, gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the exit.
"After you, princess."
The pair quietly stepped into an elevator when Michelle's phone dinged.
"Dani: Where're you going! My Long Island!! :("
"Something came up, I'm calling it a night. See you in the morning."
After hitting send, she powered off her phone entirely and hit button "15" to get to her floor.
"Your girls wondering where you wandered off to?" Drew's voice made her heart skip a little when he broke their silence. She leaned her back against the adjacent wall and laughed.
"I think Dani has separation issues." Michelle rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Can't go anywhere unless she knows. You can imagine how pissed she was when I debuted tonight. Gave me so much shit for not telling her. But..."
Michelle reached out and hooked her index fingers around the band of his jeans and gave him a tug forward. He took a few steps closer until he put his hands on either side of her head and was towering over her.
"I think she can survive if I sneak off for one night. Don't you think?"
Drew watched Michelle carefully as she grazed her fingers across his belt, moved up his chest and started playing with the top button on his shirt. She could feel his muscles tighten under her touch. He licked his lips and let out a small breath he did not realize had been holding.
"How buzzed are you?"
"Sober enough to know what I want," she popped the button that she was fiddling with and dragged her fingers to the next down. "Buzzed enough to actually do it."
Drew's chuckle died in his throat when she popped another button and peeked at his broad chest underneath the navy fabric.
"We're still in the elevator, love." Drew pointed out, sounding a little wary.
"I know." Michelle smirked, keeping eye contact while she traced the metal of his belt buckle and started to pull the end of the belt loose from the belt loops.
"Somebody's impatient." Drew raised an eyebrow at her with a coy smile and glanced at the floor number they were on, which was 13. Michelle unbuckled the belt so it was hanging open on his hips.
"You gonna do something about it, stud?" Michelle's voice was breathy as she leaned up to kiss him.
Ding.
Before their lips could meet, Michelle ducked under his arms and walked out of the elevator. She still had her hand wrapped around Drew's belt, which she pulled from his hips as she walked away from him. Drew's gaze darkened as he followed, watching her hips sway. Michelle reached behind her head and she unclasped her claw clip in her hair and let her red waves fall.
Drew and Michelle reached her hotel room. When she searched her wallet and grabbed her hotel keycard, Drew grabbed the card from her hand, making her spin around with a surprised look on her face. Drew slipped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. His free hand softly held her jaw in place while he pressed a firm kiss to her lips.
Michelle hummed happily into the kiss and closed her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck, fighting back a smile. To her left, Drew's arm momentarily left the small of her back. She heard a beep and a click. Drew opened the door, grabbed her waist with both hands and hoisted her in the air. Michelle squealed, wrapped her legs around his hips, and grabbed on for dear life as he entered her room.
"I've got ya." Drew chuckled as he kicked her door shut, Michelle threw everything in her hands down to the floor, and she kicked off her heels.
He started peppering kisses on any open skin he could get to while he walked to her bed. Her neck, her shoulder, her chest. He slowly loosened his grip so she slid down his body and she was back on her feet. He took her hand, squeezed it and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened his legs so she could stand between them.
"How do you want things to go tonight?" He asked quietly while his thumb rubbed over her knuckles.
Michelle took his hand and placed it on her hip while she brushed fly-away hair out of his face.
"Such a gentleman." She smiled as she climbed into his lap.
He welcomed her into his space and wrapped her in a firm embrace. She traced his jaw and bit her lip.
"I love a gentleman, but I don't need that tonight."
"What do you need? Because I can treat you like a princess in here if you asked." Drew's eyes wandered her figure as he spoke.
His finger's danced on the strap of her dress as he pulled it down so it hung off her shoulder. He gave a peck on her collarbone and looked up at her with those big baby-blues of his.
"What if I told you I wanted to walk funny to my gate at the airport tomorrow?" Michelle's voice was small, she was worried about how he was going to respond to her request.
Her heart skipped a beat and as his face changed from soft and sweet to a devilish grin. He grabbed hold of her hips and back and flipped her on her back and stood over her. She squeaked and laughed a little as she made contact with the sheets.
"All you had to do was ask." His rough hands slowly rubbed up her thighs and pushed the fabric of her dress up her body until it bunched up at her waist. He stared at her lacy black thong and licked his lips. "Would you prefer a safe word? Or colors?"
Michelle's heart swelled a little at the thoughtfulness, but blushed at the thoughts of what was going to happen next.
"Colors." Michelle decided as she sat up on her elbows.
"What's the color right now?" Drew asked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of her panties, pulled back, and snapped it against her hip.
"Green."
"Good girl. How about now?" Drew fell to his knees and pulled her thong down her legs.
He slowly opened her legs, kneading the flesh of her soft thighs along the way. He gazed at her pussy like a starved man. He swallowed and licked his lips, his gaze shifting to Michelle, waiting for her answer.
"Green..." Michelle's breathing was a little heavier out of anticipation, and Drew was enjoying watching her sweat. He smiled and nodded.
"Good girl." With that, he dove into her core.
Michelle let out a sigh and lulled her head back as his tongue licked a long stripe up to her clit. He kitten licked her clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving a gentle suck, which made Michelle let out a high pitched sigh. She placed one of her hands on the back of his head and weaved her fingers in his dark hair.
"You want more?" Drew's voice sent vibrations and pleasurable tingles up her spine.
"Yes." Michelle keened, which just made Drew smirk.
"Beg for it, then." Drew pushed her legs open even further and continued to devourer her.
"Use your fingers? Please, Drew." Michelle moaned and gripped his hair a little tighter as he gave her clit a particularly hash suck. He slapped the inside of her thigh, which made Michelle yelp as the slap echoed in the room and made her skin sting and throb.
"Try again." Drew's voice was even and confident while he made direct eye contact with Michelle as he slipped his tongue into her cunt. While his tongue was working her core, his thumb came up and continued to rub tight circles on her bud. She collapsed, laying flat on her back.
"Please sir? Please use your fingers and stretch me out, I need it so bad." Michelle whined.
"That's better." Drew smiled and slipped two fingers into her dripping core. Michelle gasped and smiled when he slowly started to pump his fingers in and out.
"Color?"
"So fucking green." Michelle's laugh was cut off by a gasp when his fingers found that spot that made her toes curl. Drew's eyebrows flew up and her grinned.
"Right there?" Drew laughed a little as he hit the spot again and Michelle's hips rolled against his hand.
He started to finger her a little faster while he latched his lips back onto her clit, which made Michelle's hips buck off of the mattress, but Drew's arm pinned her back down and continued his assault. His pace slowed for a moment, just for him to add a third finger, making Michelle cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck Drew, just like that!" Michelle's voice was strained as she felt herself clenching harder and harder around his finger.
"You close? You gonna come for me, love?" Drew panted as he went back to sucking and licking Michelle's sensitive nerves.
Before she could properly string the words together to give him an answer, her eyes squeezed shut and a chill ran up her spine as she came. Drew was grinning like a cat as he helped her ride out her orgasm, slowly coming to a stop and slipping his soaked fingers from her. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his fingers clean with a hum.
"So delicious," Drew grinned as he started to unbutton the last few buttons that Michelle did not get and shrugged it off his shoulders. "Do you have a condom, little one?"
"It's in that bag over there, I think." Michelle muttered softly as she waved her hand behind her in the general direction of the bag, still blissed out from her orgasm.
Drew chuckled at his handiwork and disappeared out of Michelle's sight. She giggled softly and ran a hand through her hair.
"Not bad, Scottish Warrior."
"Aye, if you liked that, you're in for a treat." Drew spoke through his teeth as ripped open the condom wrapper.
She heard the rubber being pulled and rolled, and then he was back in front of her line of sight. She sat up a little and her eyes widened at the sight of Drew's dick for the first time. It was definitely bigger than she had expected, big enough to make her blush even more than she already was. Drew arched a brow and smiled a little, probably proud of her surprise at his size.
"Are you alright little one?"
"Yeah, I'm fantastic," Michelle laughed, making Drew laugh as well. It was standing at attention with an occasional throb. "Just go slow at first..."
"Of course, love." Drew nodded and climbed onto the bed.
He grabbed both of her ankles and yanked her to the middle of the bed, which made them both giggle. He pulled her to a sitting position in front of him, grabbed her dress that had ridden up and pulled it over her head. He cupped her face and pulled her in for a searing kiss while he reached around and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off her shoulders as they broke apart. He reached up and tweaked her hardening nipple, making Michelle whimper, which made him smile
"I love how responsive you are." Drew shook his head in admiration as he pushed her down gently on her back and rested on his haunches.
He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulled her hips up so they wrested in his lap, ran his hands from the top of the back of her thighs to the back of her knees and pushed her legs as far up as she could stretch. She was completely open to him.
"Color?" Drew took a deep breath and glanced up at Michelle's face, whose brain was buzzing at the idea of him filling her up.
"Green-ah!" Michelle started, but was cut off by her own moans as he pushed the head of his cock past her folds. "Fuck..."
"That's it," Drew's praise had her pussy clench around his cock, which made Drew curse under his breath. "taking me so well."
Soon, he bottomed out and the pair both let out a groan. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The stretch Michelle was feeling could only be described as delicious. Her nails dug into his thighs while her back arched off the bed.
"You can go faster..." Michelle sighed, her half-lidded coffee brown eyes meeting his.
He smirked and shook his head as he continued to piston his hips at a slow and deliberate pace. He leaned forward so he was pushing her legs even further back, bottomed out and started grinding his pelvis into hers, rubbing her clit and g-spot as a result. She cried out and he pressed his lips to her neck.
"I thought you wanted me to start slow." He teased and started to suck a hickey on her neck. Michelle was panting in the new position, desperate to grab ahold of something. One of her hands settled on his bicep while the other grabbed hold of the back of his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so he could look him in the eyes.
"Fuck me silly." She said with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips.
Drew laughed and sat up straight, pausing his thrusts for a moment to readjust.
"As you wish." He secured his tree trunk arms around her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders and started fucking into Michelle's core like a jackhammer. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Michelle's whines and moans echoed off the walls. The pair were being a little louder than they thought, since the person they shared a wall with started banging on the wall, trying to tell them to quiet down. (They did not).
"Right there! Just like that, shit..." Michelle alternated from fisting the sheets to trying to grab at Drew for support as he pounded into her at a relentless pace.
Drew's hand reached around her thigh and started rubbing harsh, messy circles on her clit, desperately trying to bring her to a high one more time.
"Fuck!" Michelle squeaked and screwed her eyes shut. "I'm so close."
"I'm right there with you, lass, come on." Drew's pace sped up just enough to make Michelle's breath hitch in her chest. "Give it to me, squeeze my cock."
Drew watched Michelle come undone under him. Her breasts bouncing, her chest heaving and panting, her head rolling back into the pillow. It was all enough to send him over the edge with her.
The two stayed connected for a few moments after the peak of both their highs, gasping for air. Eventually, Drew slowly brought Michelle's legs back down to be horizontal with the mattress. Then, he slowly slipped out of her with a pop. She hissed at the stretch and the emptiness, which made him smile a little.
"Sore?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer to his own question. He got up and walked to the bathroom to throw out the condom.
Michelle laughed sarcastically and sat up slowly, trying not to fall back over because of the little head rush she felt.
"A little," Michelle brushed her hair back out of her face and let out a deep sigh. She swung her legs over the bed and got to her feet to stretch, but she stumbled back and fell on the bed with a chuckle.
"Just lay down! No rush to get up." Drew laughed as he caught a glimpse of her trying to walk from the bathroom sink. "You told me to make you walk funny."
Michelle shook her head and sighed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke.
"I really needed that."
"Me too." Drew agreed, walking back into the bedroom.
"Hey Drew?" Michelle sat up as he rounded the bed to stand in front of her in all his glory.
"Yes, love?" He smiled at her so softly, it made her chest swell.
"Can we...would it be okay if we kept this between us?" Michelle tried to say it as gently as possible. "I know we jumped into this without talking about what we really wanted out of this. I just don't want it to become a thing. I'm not looking for anything serious right now anyway, but I don't want to get a bad rep and make it seem like I'm trying to sleep up the latter. The new girl sleeps with Drew McIntyre, I become labeled the roaster slut or something. Does that make sense?" Michelle rambled on and started to pick at her manicure out of nerves.
Drew took hold of one of her hands and kissed the back of it.
"Of course. I wasn't gonna pressure you into anything anyway, I just assumed this was a casual thing. I won't say a word. It can be our little secret." Drew reassured her and patted her hand. "And you're not a slut, never say that about yourself."
"Thank you, Drew." She used his helpful hand to stand and give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I appreciate you understanding"
"You're a bonnie lass, Micky." Drew pulled back and pinched her cheek, which made Michelle laugh and make a face.
"'Bonnie'?" She raised an eyebrow, confused.
"You never heard a' bonnie?" Drew howled in laughter as he pulled up his pants and looped his belt. "Means you're a knockout, you're swell."
"Oh! Well, thank you!" Michelle laughed as she sat back down on the edge of the bed and watched Drew get dressed. She winced a little as she sat, her pussy still a little sore.
"'Course, little one." Drew pressed a kiss to her forehead as he buttoned up his shirt. "I had fun."
"So did I. Haven't had this much fun in one day in a while." Michelle grabbed a hair tie off of her nightstand and threw her hair up in a little bun. She got up and walked to her suitcase to grab a pair of cotton shorts and her Cactus Jack shirt that was maybe two sizes too big. When she turned back around, Drew was already looking at her with a glint in his eye that she could not really read in the dark.
"You're adorable." Drew smiled.
She walked him to her door, opened it and leaned against the frame. He leaned down and kissed her temple and winked at her.
"If you ever want to do something like this again, you know where to find me." Drew eyed the hickey he left on the right side of her neck. He leaned down and gave that spot a peck. "Don't forget to cover that up in the morning. G'night, lassie."
"G'night." Michelle whispered and waved him off, watching him walk back towards the elevators.
She pushed off the doorframe, closed her door, and padded over to her bed. She turned her phone back on and plugged it in. She climbed into bed, fluffed her pillows and sighed contently at just how soft and inviting the thought of sleep after such a long day was. She heard her phone buzz and unlocked it to set her 7:00am alarm. Her flight was at 11:00am, and she was far from thrilled considering it was a little past 3:00am. She threw her phone down, pulled the covers up over her head and dozed off, thinking about what other adventures lay in store for her.
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suit punk and drew in his trunks did something to my brain like????? drew being all so submissive for him?????
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Voice in his Head 🎤
[GIF IS NOT MINE!! All dividers made by cafekitsunes]
Author note: pspsp,,punkintyre fans come get your food. Just because I couldn't resist these two petty bitches fighting and the gay ass thing Drew did at Mania. Also I low-key struggled writing Drew 😭
Warnings: 18+, hate fuck, power bottom Punk, rough sex, top Drew, age difference, anal sex, and locker room sex. DO NOT INTERACT IF MINOR. This isn't a reflection of the real wrestlers and if you don't like gay sex then,, shoo.
Word count: 3,293
Summary: Fed up with Punk's antics over the past few weeks and now the knowledge that he isn't injured as bad. Drew seeks a way to shut up his rival and confronts him in a heated meeting backstage.
It had all been in his grasp.
Everything his hard work had built up to.
It was supposed to be his moment.
…But yet again he had cost him the match.
It wasn't fair, none of this was.
His moment was ruined because of his own ego
April 8, 2024 on Monday night, Raw
Fatal four way match, #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship
Drew had the upper hand in the match, or so he had been convinced of the idea. It had been a long match, with the other opponents finally taken out to only leave him in the most of Jey Uso. He could practically taste the victory.
Now standing in the corner of the ring, he was preparing the count for the claymore kick. Most of his attention was drawn towards Jey, who still was recovering from the onslaught of attacks. He had gotten down three, but before he could dash at Jey for the finisher, he had felt something grab his ankle from behind and hold him back.
His confusion quickly turned to pure frustration and anger as soon as he looked back at the man standing outside the ring. Punk; Not only had the man stopped him, but he had the gall to be laughing in his face over the situation.
With the momentary distraction, it gave Jey the perfect opportunity to catch Drew with a superkick and then run him into a spear as he was stunned. Once the bigger man was down, Uso had climbed the top turnbuckle and hit a successful frog slash, then the pin in a matter of seconds. It all felt like a blink of an eye for Mc’Intyre and now laid out in the ring..he had lost yet another title opportunity.
To say he was angry was an understatement.
Once the cameras went off, Drew had gotten out the ring and made his way backstage. His main mission now is to catch the older man before he potentially escapes with that shit eating grin on his face. Sometimes he wished he could actually punch him.
After asking around and searching through the still bustling backstage area, he had found Punk talking with Randy Orton. Still running his mouth even now huh?
Drew tried to mask his anger and irritation by putting a natural expression on as he approached the two men. He gave Randy a passing nod which was returned and turned his attention towards the shorter man of the two.
“Punk, can I have a word with you?” The words come out in a growl despite his attempt to put up a polite facade, and so he stepped away from Randy to signal Punk to go somewhere more private.
The other man gave Drew a suspicious glare, before clicking his tongue and simply nodding along as he excused himself from the conversation with Randy. Now following in suit of the enraged Scottish man who was bringing him to a more isolated area of the arena.
Before Punk could question Drew's intentions he was grabbed by his hoodie and pushed back into the wall behind them. The height difference –although small–, caused Drew to have to lean over the older man in order to get face to face with him. “You are the single most annoying person I have ever had the displeasure of feuding with. You are insufferable.” McIntyre practically snarled at Punk as he tightened his grip on the other's hoodie.
“Hey, hey now don't get your skirt in a twist! I'm just doing my job.” Punk laughed out and raised his hands up, mocking surrender as a smug grin pulled at his lips. “Besides I'm just keeping you relevant after they couldn't push you like they couldn't all those years ago.” He jabbed with a low snicker and raised a brow at him.
The comment only further enraged Drew as he pulled Punk back and shoved him into the wall again, keeping his grip on his hoodie tight. God, he could never keep his mouth closed, did he? He was shaking from anger boiling over as he leaned forward rather quietly, a low rumble came out of his throat
“Be careful man, I'm not at hundred percent, besides- I'm old.” Punk slurred out and kept his hands up, pretty much teasing him, daring him to do something. “Come on, back off. It's not my fault you aren't a lapdog anymore.” He muttered, narrowing his gaze up at the Scottish man.
Drew glared coldly down at Punk in response, a low grunt leaving him as he put Punk down letting go of his hoodie. “Yeah, at least I'm not a washed up guy who's only getting traction because people like riding his dick.” He uttered through gritted teeth and clutched his fist at his side.
“From what you did at Mania, it seemed like you just wanted my attention, Drew. In more than one way.” Punk added with a smirk as he brushed down his hoodie and kept his gaze up at him. “Always chasing my attention like a little bitch.”
The reminder of his actions during Maina had Drew actually pause and hesitate at the mention. Had his actions and behavior towards Punk come off a bit weird? Maybe, but at the moment he had only wanted to mock the man openly and hadn't thought through the implications of it all.
A lot of people had made passing comments or jokes that him crawling towards Punk on the commentary table and showing off his newly won title was a bit..sexually charged or gay. As they jokingly put it.
He wouldn't lie and say Punk wasn't attractive because well– it was obvious to a lot of people. Despite the man's age and the fact he made Drew want to rip his hair out he still looks good for his age.
“I'd dare to say you come off almost obsessed with me.” Punk continued, smirk still plastered on his face, keeping his gaze locked on Drew, not even hiding how much he enjoyed tormenting the man and how amusing he found it.
Maybe Drew did a lot of things out of spite and maybe it did come off obsessive, but Punk had given him a purpose. Maybe that did sound..weird.
“I'm not obsessed with you, you're my bitch. You hear me? When I get my hands on you in the ring, I'll make you regret you ever left AEW.” McIntyre fumed as he unclenched his fingers and stepped forward to tower over the older man.
Punk bit his bottom lip trying to stifle the snicker that threatened to escape him, as he watched the conflicting emotions pass through Drew's eyes. All that rage and frustration pent up in the other man was just comical, was this a taste of his own medicine for what he was doing with Hardy?
“You sound like you want to fuck me or something man, calm down.” Punk joked and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall. His sarcastic tone coming out as he scoffed at the nature of his own joke.
McIntyre narrowed those icy eyes dangerously and his gaze darkened at the Chicago native. “Maybe I do.” He snapped back, taking a step forward to invade his space even further. He didn't really care how that sounded but if it shut him up? Oh, he'd do it in a heartbeat.
Punk stared at Drew with wide eyes for what seemed like way too long before blinking several times. His brows shot up in shock as he opened his mouth and bit back any retorts that might slip past. “What?” Was all he managed to utter out in his confusion and furrowed his brow at the other man.
Did he hear that right?
“You heard me, Punk.” Drew scoffed and reached forward to clasp a hand around Punk’s jaw, lightly holding it in larger digits. “If it shuts you up, I will.” It almost came out like a threat, but in reality, it was more so a result of his pent up frustration and other conflicting emotions about Cm.
That confused look morphed into surprise as Punk gazed back and forth in the hallway with a small frown. What was he supposed to say to something like that? One of his hands reached out and pried Drew's hand off his jaw before holding his wrist. Despite not being muscular like Drew, he still had enough strength to get the man to step back with him as he stepped forward.
“Alright then, pussy, do something.” Punk challenged with a scowl and tightened his grip on Drew's wrist, even if he could overpower him it didn't scare him. He was just a petty bitch in his eyes anyway, what was he going to do?
Drew's jaw tensed and his nostrils flared in contempt from the insults spewed from Punk. It felt like a school yard petty off from two men old enough to be dads, but it didn't matter in his eyes. Oh he was going to get him.
Drew never thought he'd get this far..
Drew growled out as he pinned Punk against the locker's room wall, practically attacking the other man's neck. His teeth grazed along his neck till he nipped and let out a puff of breath against the skin. “You better hope you can walk when I'm done with you.” He hissed out as he pulled back and leaned forward till Punk met him in the middle.
It was all aggression and pent up frustration between the two men when they kissed. Even with the hand clasping gently over Punk's cheek and the groans that left Drew. Their breathing mangled and as Drew pulled back, he couldn't help but stare at Punk for what was probably longer than necessary. He could partially feel the coolness from Punk's lip ring and it only added to the man's looks.
Drew's fingers linger across Punk's tatted up forearm which he already had exposed from his sleeves being rolled uo his elbows. His gaze rose to meet the smug grin that Punk had along with a cocked eyebrow. “What, do you like it?” He teased and chuckled softly as he shifted his weight. “I got more, y'know.” He added with a laugh and tilted his head when Drew moved his hand away.
McIntyre’s expression was still scowling and deep in thought as he leaned forward. “Can you keep your mouth shut for five minutes?” He growled with furrowed brows and leaned forward to brush his lips against Punk's again. Desperate and heated with the kisses shared between the two men along with being further encouraged by the moans that escaped Cm.
“I think you're my biggest fan, I've never met someone so desperate to touch me. Still using older talent to get by?” Punk uttered through pants of breaths and when Drew finally parted. His cocky grin only grew at the sight of anger flashing in the taller man's eyes.
“Very funny, Punk.” Drew huffed through his breath and shifted forward, pushing his thigh between his legs. His thigh against his crotch to tease and see how friction he could create. “How was that UFC run?” He sneered getting back in his face with a mocking snicker escaping from low in his throat.
Punk scowled silently, even though he was attempting to contain the grunt from the feeling of the stimulation. His breathing caught momentarily and swallowed back any snarky remarks he had in response.
“That's better.” Drew hummed, smirking through it as he gently pulled Punk off the wall. He led Punk over to the other side of the locker room and pulled apart the kilt, tossing it aside into an open locker. His hand placed over Punk's shoulder as he pushed him down gently to his knees in front of him. He had him right where he wanted him.
The Scottish man hooked his fingers in his wrestling trunks and paused, noticing the stare Punk was giving him. “What?” He questioned sounding genuinely taken aback by the nervous gaze from Punk. This was a first..
“I'm not exactly familiar with this kind of stuff, at least not..enough.” Punk explained slowly as he brushed a hand over his hair while keeping his gaze up towards the larger of the two. He hated how scared and almost worried he sounded but it was the truth and he was nervous to do something like this.
McIntyre paused and moved his hand away as he shifted to crotch down in front of Punk. “Are you serious?” He asked quietly, not faking the shock in his tone. “Men really have never been after you?” His tone was genuine like the idea that men didn't find him attractive was absurd. He was aware it was more normalized that women showed their attraction but something even boarding gay felt like a blacklisted practice even here.
The older man scoffed and raises his eyebrows in response to the genuine compliment coming from Drew. “Surprisingly no, I don't get a lot of that attention from male fans often.” He replied in an honest but also joking manner because yeah, not a lot of male fans came up to him for that reason or not to just shit on him.
“Weird, I think you look great.” The Scot scoffed furrowing his brow as he took a seat in front of him but not before sitting criss-cross. Yeah he still poked at him while he was at it. “I won't make you do anything you aren't comfortable with.” He added in a more sincere tone and watched Punk mull over his response with a small frown.
“You can still..fuck me, least you can do is prep.” Punk moved closer and moved a hand over Drew's thigh till he was leaning closer to the other man with a smirk. “I don't mind telling you what to do while you do it.” He added giving his thigh a squeeze with a small chuckle escaping him.
If only Punk knew the pent up frustration Drew had for him.
The only sound in the locker room was Punk's swallow breathing and the occasional grunt as he leaned over the bench. One of Drew's hands smoothing near his injured arm to ensure he wasn't putting a lot of strain by holding himself up on the bench. “Bit deeper..” Punk gritted and muttered a curse when Drew pressed his fingers in deeper trying to get him prepped enough with just spit and his fingers.
“You're taking this well for someone who doesn't take it up the ass.” McIntyre mused and halted wny rebuttal from Punk by pressing a second finger in. The stinging and stretch making the older man tense up and hiss out, lowering his face into his arm.
“Maybe I do know some stuff, but you don't need to know anything about that.” Punk retorted with a scowl as he adjusted his position so his arm wasn't taking as much stress. The feeling was foreign and he felt his body grow rigid as he tightened his grip on the bench till his knuckles turned white. It burned and only started feeling somewhat tolerable after a while of those larger digits being worked inside of him.
The only response he received was a small hum and chuckle as Drew withdrew his fingers and stood up behind Punk. One hand smoothing over the tatted up shoulders and the other working on trying to get himself slick by just using his own spit. He probably would make Punk take him but that may as well wait till another time.
“Alright, you can go.” Was the only okay he needed before he pressed himself against the other man slowly. His body leant over Punk as he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him flush against his own body. His grin growing at the way Punk tensed and jolted when Drew finally pushed forward to bury himself halfway into him. A grunt of his own escaping as he exhaled through his nose staring down at the man at his mercy.
There was no mercy or stopping every time he drove into Punk and gave grunts of effort. His arm tightening around his waist as he thrusted harder into the smaller man like it would be his last chance to do so. His other hand curling fingers into his brunette hair and tugging hard enough to make the man arch back into his thrusts.
“Fucking hell..” Punk gasped and gripped the side of the bench for support so he wouldn't be pushed over by the force of Drew's thrusts. He swore the man was driving into him like it would be his last fuck or he was just so desperate for this it made him rough. “You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” He moaned out as he placed his other hand on the surface of the cool metal bench.
McIntyre almost snarled as he bared his teeth and slapped his ass nearly causing Punk to lose his grip if it wasn't for his hold on his waist. “Shut your mouth before I gag you.” He growled in his ear with a smirk when he felt the shutter come from the Chicago man. “Ah, see? Who's the slut now?” He drove his hips forward being met with a loud moan from Punk.
The Chicago native buried his face in his forearm, muffling the sounds spilling from his lips. His body shaking from the pleasure being shot in his system despite how hard he tried to act like it didn't had much effect on him. It brushed his ego to see that he was being so affected by something he should've been able to stop it.
The fingers dug into his scalp and hair causing a sting to resonate in his skull as he hissed out softly. His breathing heavy with each moan they spilt out and the feeling of his neck straining from the way he was being held back. He was going to be sore later.
It only took a few more thrusts from Drew to have Punk cumming hard. His body tensing up from the sensation rippling through his body. His breathing labored as he loosened his hold on the bench feeling his muscles unclench. His body partially collapsed into the bench as his body gave into the exhaustion in his system.
The Scottish man grunted, feeling him clench around him for the moment and tightened his grip on his hair before releasing him. His hand smoothing down his hip as he pulled back and stroked himself a few times. His breathing heavy as he stared down at the other and pulled Punk back till he was sitting on his knees. His expression prideful and proud like he was showing off the title to Punk, it felt good.
Plus the man was pretty all disheveled.
Cm cringed as he gazed at Drew stroking himself in front of him still breathing hard with his chest raising and hand falling. “You have to do that?” He muttered in annoyance but didn't make any moves to get away from him.
Drew shrugged his shoulders with a large prideful grin plastered on his features when he came purposely on his face with a low grunt.“See?” Drew sneered and grabbed Punk’s jaw in his hand as he leaned over to tower over the man. His eyes dark and accent thicker from the excitement and anger still lingering. “Told you, you were my bitch.”
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●Drew Mcintyre x Reader●
Summary: You are the babysitter for Drew's two boys. What will happen when you babysit the boys on Valentines day?
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*Y/N's POV*
I am standing in the kitchen making some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while the boys are sitting at the island coloring some pictures. I grab the dinosaur shaped sandwich cutter and cut the sandwiches for them. I grab some paper plates and put the sandwiches on them with a handful of some chips. I walk over to the island and set them down.
"What?! Dinosaur sandwiches?! These are the best! Thank you Y/N!"
"Thank you!"
"Of course boys. Whatcha drawing Oakley?"
I lean on the island looking over at him. Oakley is his youngest son who is 5 years old. Eli is his other son who is 8 years old. I have been their babysitter for a few months now and it is safe to say that I love it. Oakley picks up his picture showing it to me.
"Did you draw.... a tiger? Because they are your favorite animal?"
He giggles loudly causing me to laugh.
"Yes!"
"And what did you draw Eli?"
He picks up his picture showing it to me.
"Is that.... me?"
I put my hand on my chest smiling slightly. He smiles and shakes his head yes.
"Is it me and you?"
"No! It is you and my daddy."
"Oh. Why your daddy? And why the heart?"
"Because my daddy has a....."
"Hey boys!"
I jump looking over at the front door seeing Drew walking in.
"Daddy! Look what Y/N made us!"
He sets his stuff down on the floor and walks over in-between them. He looks at their sandwiches than at me.
"You made them dinosaur sandwiches?"
I giggle looking over at him.
"Yeah. I saw the cutter at the store and thought they would love them. I'll have to look for more."
"You dont have to do that."
"But I wanted to. Those are my boys."
He stares at me, jaw dropped a little. I giggle looking away from him. Eli taps his shoulder and Drew shakes his head looking over at Eli.
"What's up dude?"
"I drew this picture for you daddy."
He picks it up and hands it to Drew. He looks at it than at me and back at the picture.
"Did you draw you and Y/N?"
"Nope! That's you and Y/N. Ya know because of the big crush you have on her."
I giggle, putting my hand over my mouth looking away from them blushing. Drew's eyes go wide looking at Eli than at me. I look back at him smiling.
"Kids say the craziest things."
He grabs the picture from Eli, walks over grabbing his bags and walks back over to the island.
"I am going to put this picture in my room along with my bags. I will be back."
He quickly runs up the stairs and I look over at Eli and Oakley leaning on the island.
"So I will be back on Wednesday for Valentines day okay? Do you boys wanna make your daddy some cupcakes? Brownies? Cookies?"
"Can we do all of them?"
"Ya know what? We will."
"Yay!"
"It's a secret. You can't tell your daddy okay?"
"Pinky promise."
I smile and hold my pinkies out for them to pinky promise me. Drew comes down the stairs wearing a black tank top and basketball shorts. I look over at him and stand up.
"What are we pinky promising here?"
I put my finger on my lips telling the boys not to say anything. Oakley looks at Drew and does the same as me. Eli looks at Drew smiling.
"It's a secret daddy. We can't tell you."
"Oh yeah? Well I got a secret for you guys too."
I smile looking over at him. Drew looks over at me leaning on the island.
"Well guys. I am going to see you on Wednesday. I have to go home now."
I walk over, hugging Eli and Oakley before I grab my backpack heading towards the door.
"Bye Y/N!"
The boys yell before I walk out the door. Drew follows me outside leaving the door open just enough so he can hear the boys. He looks down at me smiling.
"Thank you so much for taking great care of my boys. It means a lot."
"It's no big deal. I love them. Even though Eli said your little secret out loud."
I poke his chest sticking my tongue out. He blushes looking down and I laugh at him.
"Yeah yeah. Now you know. Anyways, I will be seeing you on Wednesday right?"
"Yup. Same time as usual?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Bye!"
I walk to my car, get in and look over at Drew on the porch watching me. I wave goodbye and leave.
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*Wednesday. Valentines Day*
I pull into the driveway seeing Drew playing on the trampoline with the boys. I get out grabbing the grocery bags out of my car and walking them to the front door. I turn around to walk back to the car and see Drew grabbing some bags out of the car. I walk back to my car grabbing the rest of the bags. We walk to the front door together.
"What are all these bags for?"
"Me and the boys secret surprise for you."
"Oh my gosh. You are to much."
I giggle and we take the bags in together putting them on the island. He pats my shoulders than runs back outside. I walk outside seeing him run back to the trampoline. I walk out, lean against the porch pole, watching them jump around and Drew does some wrestling moves on them. I sigh smiling a little than walk back into the house. I start putting all the ingredients and extras away when I hear the front door open.
"Y/N!"
Both the boys coming running over to me as I kneel down getting ready for them to hug me. They run into my arms and we hug for a little before they let go looking at me.
"Did you get the stuff for the surprise?"
"I did. I got a bunch of stuff. But your dad has to leave for us to start."
I look up at him and the boys turn looking at him as well.
"Go Daddy go! Don't you have a meeting to get to?"
Drew grabs his small bag, hugs the boys and smiles at me.
"I will be back in about 2 hours. See you than."
"Bye!"
He closes the door leaving and I am still kneeling on the ground looking at the boys. They turn back around looking at me.
"We better get baking before he comes back!"
I grab all the ingredients and stepstools for the boys to reach the counter. We start baking our cookies, brownies and cupcakes.
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*about 10pm*
I am sitting at the island playing on my phone when the front door opens. I look over seeing Drew coming in looking upset. He looks over at me.
"I'm so sorry I'm late."
"Shush. The boys are asleep."
I whisper to him and he walks over to the other side of the island looking at me.
"I'm sorry. The meeting went way longer than I thought it would. And I got the boys some presents afterwards."
He sets two Valentines gift bags on the island. I smile looking at him and he looks at me confused.
"Did you take a shower? Your hair is all wet."
"I did and the boys took a bath too. We had icing all over us."
I giggle and point to the ceiling. He looks up than looks back at me.
"How did you manage to get icing on the ceiling?"
"Well, we made you some cupcakes, cookies and brownies as a present. The boys wanted to put icing on the brownies so, I heated up the container a little. I took it out and put it on the counter to do it but, Eli grabbed it telling me he could do it. But the container was still hot and he dropped it....."
"And it exploded all over you and them?"
"It was everywhere. If you find icing in the kitchen somewhere, don't be surprised. Besides the ceiling."
"Well you guys had a tough night. But I know how to cheer you up. I got you a little surprise too."
"Oh you didn't have to."
He walks over to the front door, opens it and leans out grabbing something off the table on the porch. He walks back in with a big bouquet of flowers in a vase with a heart balloon tied to it. I gasp, cover my mouth with my hand and start tearing up.
He comes around the island next to me setting them down infront of me. Some tears roll down my cheeks as I look up at him. He wipes my tears away looking down at me and puts his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it.
"Happy Valentines Day. I appreciate everything you do for me and the boys. Ever since you have came into our lives, me and the boys couldn't be happier. That's why I wanted to ask you....."
He grabs my hand looking into my eyes.
"Y/N.... will you be my girlfriend?"
I start tearing up some more looking up at him.
"Yes. Yes I will be."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Oh my gosh. I didn't think that was going to work."
I giggle and look up at him standing up infront of him. He looks down at me putting his hands on my shoulders.
"You really wanna be with me?"
I roll my eyes giggling at him.
"Just shut up and kiss me you big stupid idiot."
He cups my face with his hands, leans down and kisses me very sweetly. I put my hands on his shoulders kissing him back. He pulls away not letting go of my face.
"You dont know how badly I've wanted to do that."
"Sure did take you long enough."
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#drew mcintyre#summerslam 2023#wweedit#wwe#*#*mcintyre#these gifs r gonna end up in drew x reader fics i feel#(which is great!!!! they've got my permission as long as they credit me)
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#he's a prey animal
Oooooooh @saintpunk - you've given me such a fun idea for a Punkintyre fic...
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Bound by Fate (One-Shot)
I might do another part to this that is smutty, but I haven't decided yet lol.
Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader
Summary: Vamp!Fem. Reader sneaks into Farmer and Vamp! Drew's Nashville property after she's cast out by her clan and by the powers of fate, she finally finds her place in the world.
Tags/TWs: budding romance, farmer!Drew, vampires, animal death but nothing graphic, I promise.
Word Count: 1268 (Apologies for any typos I might have missed.)
Blood.
Sweet, tangy crimson liquid that I let sit on my tongue before it went sliding down my throat like a river of the softest silk…
Sneaking into someone’s barn at night and feeding off their chickens for the past week wasn’t exactly in my plans. But then again, neither was the fact that my clan abandoned me and basically left me for dead because I refused to hunt down innocent and unsuspecting humans purely for sport. Getting myself right again after being turned wasn’t easy. It was… excrutiating to say the least… but I had done it. But now I had pretty much nowhere to go. No place in this world.
Why it felt better to feast on these poor, innocent chickens, I couldn’t tell you. Maybe because I was now a creature- an animal myself. It felt like we were on equal footing, I guess…
Anyway, I was really surprised at how long I was able to sneak into the expansive property without being caught. Though, truth be told- I didn’t continue coming back just for the free food and for the chance to rest… Nah, the main reason I stuck around was Scottish, blue-eyed, 6’5, and ridiculously adorable. I watched the man speak quietly to every single chicken, horse, and cow in the property, taking his time with each animal. And as neighing, clucking, and mooing sounds filled the expansive land I swore they all spoke right back at him, thanking him for the love and care he showed them.
I did feel like a massive creep for just watching him for weeks but I couldn’t quite bring myself to come out of hiding…
“Alright… ladies, gentlemen… time for bed- no, Cherry. Time for bed, love.” I heard the man say to one of the neighing horses from my hiding spot. I was crouched inside of an open gap underneath the chicken coop. This was my spot for weeks now... Apparently the mare wasn’t ready to go to bed. Cherry had a personality of her own, I had noticed in the few weeks I’d been squatting here… I let out an involuntary giggle as I listened to the amusing interaction and then I clamped a hand over my lips, hoping that the man would chalk off the sound of my laughter to his ears playing tricks on him. But no such luck.
“Something funny?” I heard the man say and when I looked out towards the open space infront of me, I was met with his gorgeous features and impressive stature from upclose as he crouched down into the gap… it took maybe a millisecond before I began letting out a series of nervous rambles and apologies that he cut off quickly just by holding up a large hand toward me.
“I’m not mad that you’re here. I’m… I’m a vampire just like I suspect you are, considering. Plus I’d never turn away someone who needs help…” He said as he assessed me from head to toe until his lips quirked up into a soft smirk and his blue eyes lit up in mild amusement. “I do need you to stop killing my chickens though, love. I kinda need them.” He chuckled and the soft sound mingling with his thick and gravelly Scottish accent sent pleasant flutters right to my heart.
“My name’s Drew.” He said and I introduced myself as well, blushing as I took his outstretched hand. His touch was as warm as his features and his hand practically dwarfed my own, making me blush harder.
But his next words shocked me out of my sudden shyness. He graciously offered the spare room in his home, saying that of course he had known I had been hiding in his property for weeks now. Adding to the fact that he’s a vampire himself, he had found me, sleeping soundly in my hiding spot days ago. He just hadn’t wanted to scare me off.
It took a bit of coaxing on Drew’s behalf to finally make me accept his offer. My experiences with my “clan” left me a bit wary of everyone and their intentions. But I couldn’t deny that I somehow trusted this man, despite not really knowing him. I had no idea why, but I.. I was tired of running. As Drew metaphorically opened his arms out to me, I let myself sink into them. I let myself accept every bit of warmth and kindness he let me have.
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“What the hell’s a Scotsman doing in Nashville anyway?” I asked one evening while we were picking some crisp apples for an apple pie I wanted to make for us for dessert. “A massive move, uh?”
Drew shrugged and I took time out of my apple-picking to look at his handsome features. I had been living in his property for about two weeks and things were good. Better than good, even. In the last couple weeks, Drew and I grew closer at an almost alarming rate.
There was this gravitational pull between us that at first, neither of us dared mention. But I could tell he felt it too. I felt it in certain looks or light touches that lingered a bit too long to be platonic. In the way we cared for each other and how we took up any given moment to spend time together.
But it was a feeling that was becoming extremely difficult to ignore… and to be honest, Drew wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d often broach the topic of… of soulmates. Fated mates. And it left me wondering if somehow, someway that’s what this intense feeling was. Just the mere thought of any harm coming to him made me curl my lips in feral anger.
I watched him for a moment longer. I watched the muscles of his abdomen flex with the strain of carrying a basket overflowing with bright red apples, until he finally answered my question.
“I don’t stay here permanently… I need the isolation sometimes. I have some friends elsewhere but when things get too loud, I can just come back here and actually hear myself think. And when that gets to be too much,” He chuckled. “I go back to Tampa… Here it feels more like home, though.” Drew explained.
“I can understand needing the quiet sometimes.” I nodded. “And to be alone. Though these days, the company isn’t so terrible.” I quipped, unable to help myself. I let out a soft embarrassed giggle at the way Drew side eyed me in response. I suddenly was too shy to meet his eyes until I heard the basket he was holding plop down onto the grass and he reached out, gently holding my wrist.
“If the company’s not terrible… then maybe you should stay here. Permanently.” Drew murmured, smiling as he looked down at our hands when I instinctively moved to lace our fingers together. His blue eyes shone in a serene expression and once again my entire body was attacked with fluttering sparks of delight at the sight.
And… love. I didn’t care to deny it anymore. Despite it only being a few weeks since we started this song and dance, I knew where we stood.
I stayed silent for a moment and I watched Drew’s eyes flitter back to mine. His face fell, mistaking my lack of response for a resounding “no.” But he had another coming to him.
Climbing up onto my tippy toes, I hooked my arms around his neck, making him lean down so I could finally, finally press my lips to his.
And that was all the answer he needed…
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Hi besties! Part 3 of my “Fa’ate’aina” series is up.. and we delve into the mind of Drew McIntyre with this one.
I hope you all enjoy the read 🤍!!
(Definitely a sequel and can be read in accompaniment to Cathú Trom, my first drew centered one shot.)
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So yeah…I’ve started another Drew fic! 😂 I couldn’t help myself! This one finds Cordelia ‘Deely’ , head makeup artist for WWE, in a torrid love affair with a married Drew. He is unhappy and unfulfilled unless he’s in her arms, the only woman that has ever truly understood him with compassion. Even though she is guilt ridden, she can’t help herself from falling madly in love with the man of her dreams. Will her guilt and his sense of duty keep them away from their chance of true love and happiness, or will they overcome all obstacles? Start reading and find out! ❤️
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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled"
Ch. 4.5: "Our Not-So Little Secret..."
Summary: Baron tries to set things right
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Honestly, this turned out pretty angsty, but fluffy ending, suggestive language, mentions of being a spicy dancer, lots of creative insults and curses, Baron being a little bit of an asshole, Michelle is wanting to throw her head through a wall.
A/N: I'M BACK. Holy guacamole, I am so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I started school and got a new job in September and my life was crazy, I couldn't find balance until now. I'm picking this series back up in a place where I feel like would be a nice transition? This is a smaller chapter, it's necessary for the plot (we learn some shit), but also it's a little warm up chapter for me to get back into the game and for you to remember where we left off if you've been following along. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting me! And as always, if you're liking this series and want to know when new parts are posted, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Much love to all of you <3
-WD
Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch. 4
August 22nd, 2021
Las Vegas, Nevada
Michelle awoke with a start, only questioning for a short moment why she was awoken so suddenly before a heavy knocking came from her hotel door. She glanced at her phone to check the time.
6:42 AM.
"Fuck..." Michelle groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to curse again when she realized she slept with her make-up on.
Thud thud thud.
"Do you know what time it is?" Michelle called as she flipped the sheets over and reluctantly slid out of bed.
Thud thud thud.
"Actually, better question. Do you have a death wish?" Michelle shook her head and swung the door open, only to throw it closed again with a fresh ferocity as soon as she saw who was at her door. She locked the door and took a step back.
"Go. Away. Or I'm calling hotel security to remove you from the premises, you gargantuan, imbecilic douchecanoe." Michelle groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"Wow, did you break out the thesaurus for that insult? It really rolls off the tongue." Baron's chuckle was muffled through the door.
"I bet you couldn't even spell 'thesaurus', you overgrown beefhead." Michelle took a step forward and leaned her shoulder on the door so she could throw insults at him through the crack. She could feel her face getting hotter the more he opened his mouth.
"Oh so I'm a beefhead now? What happened to douchecanoe?" Baron laughed.
Michelle did not care to entertain his stupid question with a stupid response, so she crossed her arms and stayed silent. She heard him sigh on the other end of the door.
"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you." Baron's voice dropped low, Michelle almost did not hear him.
"Mission failed." Michelle muttered.
"Honest to God, I didn't." Baron quickly responded. "I wanted to talk about last night-"
"There's nothing left to be said!" Michelle's patience wore thin the more he spoke. "We'll never be friends, end of story. Never speak to me again, goodbye Baron."
Michelle kicked off the door and took a couple steps back toward her bed before his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"I miss you calling me Thomas."
Her heart sank. The silence was so loud as she padded back to the door.
"Would you rather me call you Thomas while I insult and curse you out?" Michelle pulled the hair tie from her hair and twisted it into a bun. "Would that make you feel better or worse if I screamed at you, using your real name?"
"I miss hearing you say my name. You always made it sound so nice." His voice sounded so small all of a sudden, which made Michelle's jaw clench out of frustration as a sick feeling settled in her stomach. "I just want to talk about last night. I brought you something actually, can I come in?"
"Is it a knife?" Michelle joked, which made him chuckle softly.
"No, it's not a knife." Baron's deep voice rumbled. "Well, there's a little plastic knife in the bag, but that's just in case you want any cream cheese."
Michelle unlocked the door and peeked her head into the hall. Baron was dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display. He wore the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face as he nodded a greeting. In his hands was a brown paper bag and what looked like a to-go cup of coffee. The heat protector wrapped around the cup read "Einstein Bros."
"Good morning." Baron grinned a toothy grin when he saw her in all her morning glory. "Did I wake you up?"
Michelle just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Yes, you ignoramus."
"Sorry, sorry," Baron threw his free hand up with a snicker. "I don't want to get you all worked up again, please don't slam the door in my face."
"If you keep up with comments like that, I might. You're on thin ice." Michelle leaned against the doorframe and gestured to the bag. "What's that?"
"A peace offering." Baron offered her the cup and the bag, which she hesitantly took.
"Is it poisoned?" She asked as she turned away and walked back into her room, leaving the door open enough for Baron to let himself in.
"You have so little faith in me! No it's not poisoned." Baron let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door behind him and followed her to the little desk she sat herself at. "Its a hot mocha latte with oat milk and a bagel breakfast sandwich from Einstein Bros. Bagels."
Michelle's eyebrows crinkled as she dug into the bag and pulled out a to-go container. Inside was a hefty bagel sandwich, still steaming.
"I remember you loved Einstein Bros. when we were going out, and they have one down the street. So, I just figured..." Baron's thought trailed off as he sat on the bed behind her, giving her some space. He looked at his hands folded in his lap, then rubbed the back of his neck.
Michelle turned around, still looking confused.
"You remembered that?" A small smile curled on her lips.
Baron laughed as he nodded.
"Yeah, actually. I even remembered what you used to get on your bagel." Baron pointed at the box as he spoke. "Correct me if I got it wrong, but I think you used to get a cheese bagel, toasted, with chipotle spread, a scrambled egg, spinach, American cheese, and side a of cream cheese."
Michelle fumbled with the box as he spoke to double check the sandwich. She let out an incredulous laugh and stared at him with shocked eyes.
"How could you possibly remember all of that, that's insane." She grabbed ahold of the sandwich and took a big bite. She let out a hum and her eyes fluttered shut as the sandwich danced on her taste buds. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." Baron smiled as he watched her absolutely demolish the sandwich. He tried not to laugh out of fear she might toss him out.
When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and fingers with some napkins and took a sip of her coffee. She turned her chair and attention to Baron and sighed.
"So, last night?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.
"I was drunk and a huge idiot, I'm so sorry." Baron said with his lips in a thin line, disappointment on his face.
"Gotta do better than that, you have a lot of ground to make up if you want us to be anything close to cordial." Michelle shook her head.
"I wasn't in a good place when we first met, I honestly was the biggest egomaniac then, I feel like I've humbled since then. I'm not asking for another chance at being your...whatever we were. I just want to try to be friends." Baron sighed, his face turning red out of embarrassment as he recounted the past in his head.
"'Friends'? No, I don't think we'll be friends for a long time." Michelle took another sip of her coffee before she continued. "You were horrible to me. The only reason why I'm giving you the time right now to try to make this right is because we're going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So you gotta give me more than 'I've changed'."
"I have though, I really have." Baron leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
"It's just going to take time. You can try to not pull stunts like you did last night." Michelle leaned back in her chair. "That wasn't cool."
"I am so sorry for that, I really am. I was a huge asshole last night." Baron nodded along as he spoke and dropped his head down in shame. "I think I was just angry with how we left things. I'm sorry."
"You can say sorry all you want, you have to prove it to me if you really want to fix this. It'll take time." Michelle sighed as she leaned forward and patted his knee. "Can you do that?"
"I can try, you'll be the judge of that." Baron chuckled and Michelle laughed along.
"Alright." Michelle nodded and took a big gulp of her drink.
There was a beat or two of silence before Baron spoke again.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything, I reserve the right to not answer if I don't want to." Michelle smiled as she spoke and turned her attention back to him. "What's up?"
"Who else knows?" Baron played with the drawstring of his shorts.
"That we fucked? Or about 'Veronica?'" Michelle smirked.
"Both." Baron laughed a little at her choice of words.
"Danielle and Annie know about us and that I was a dancer. Darcy knows about us, but not about Veronica. Oh, and Drew knows about us." Michelle concluded by throwing her now empty coffee cup in the trash.
"Drew knows?" Baron cocked an eyebrow at the news.
"Drew knows." Michelle repeated. "We got to talking last night after you cornered me in the bathroom."
"And then he charmed the pants off you." Baron rolled his eyes with an insightful smirk.
"What are you talking about-" Michelle's annoyance raised in her voice but he raised a hand to quiet her.
"Cut the crap, Micky, we share a fucking wall." Baron groaned as he got up and clapped his hand on the nearest wall. "I heard everything. Kept me up all night, couldn't go back to sleep even after you guys were done."
"You're next door?" Michelle's face paled at the thought. Baron only laughed.
"Don't worry Veronica, all your secrets are safe with me." His smile was sweet, borderline fiendish.
"I hate when you call me Veronica." Michelle's voice grew quiet as she stood.
"I hate when you call me Baron." Baron crossed his arms with a stony look on his face.
They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give up any ground. When the silence was too much for Corbin to bear, he sighed and rubbed the top of his head.
"Man, you got a lot of skeletons walking around, huh?" Baron chuckled, which brought a small smile to Michelle's face.
"Can only keep so many in the closet, I guess." Michelle shrugged. "It's especially hard to when they grow as big as you are."
Baron rolled his eyes at that comment and shook his head.
"You're something else." Baron sighed. "Well, I won't keep you anymore, I'm sure you have packing and shit to do."
"I got a plane to catch, I think the girls should be here soon." Michelle wrapped herself in her arms and bit her bottom lip, uneasiness settling in her chest. "Thank you for stopping by and clearing the air."
"Thank you for letting me in." Baron took a couple steps forward. "Are we at a place where I can hug you goodbye?"
"Not yet." Michelle chuckled awkwardly.
"No worries." Baron backed up a step and nodded. "I get it, we need time. Lots of ground to make up."
"Yeah."
"Well I better get going." Baron started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later?"
"For sure." Michelle walked him out and watched him for a couple steps before calling out to him one more time. "Bye, Thomas."
Baron stutter-stepped and spun around with wide eyes for a moment before he smiled and nodded.
"Bye, Mitch."
Michelle closed the door to her now empty hotel room and let out a huge sigh, trying to release the pressure of anxiety in her chest.
"Fuck." she mumbled as she tossed her shirt off and stomped towards the bathroom to take a hot shower and try to brush off the bad parts of the last 24 hours.
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I know I like...suck and I need to actually get back into writing my fics...but I had an idea....but idk who shall be the subject for this idea...
Idea: You're the Queen of the beautiful Afterlife, the one the good people go to. The one filled with lush clouds and sunlight and beauty and grace and peace. But even the Queen of Afterlife needs more than the life she's given. Pleasure...but not just any kind. A specific kind. The raw and almost unholy kind. The kind that wears you out and leaves you satiated for millennia. So...you have an agreement with the King of Hell. His realm is one of disturbance and flames and punishment for unholy sinners...not unalike the sins you think about committing with the King. You've asked him to provide you this carnal pleasure for as long as you two shall rule your respective lands and only shall experience this with you; a mutual respective and exclusive agreement between two Gods...and in return, he also receives his fill from you and only you. He wants nothing more to ravage the most beautiful goddess in the pantheon to which you two reside in. Even Lust herself couldn't tempt him from his want for just you...
So...you seek pleasure with him and by the Gods, is that pleasure so satisfying.
So who should this unholy King be:
My only ones I could accept and write for; Finn Balor, Drew McIntyre or Roman Reigns.
I WAS writing in the tags that I was also possibly thinking of making the ruler of Hell be Rhea and make it a queer romance.
Any thoughts?
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A little teaser for my Rollintyre (poss. Ambrollintyre)* fic
We started out as friends with benefits turned bitter enemies back to friends and now as fuck buddies. He broke my heart 5 years ago when he left me for someone else and then he left the company for good. I started making bad decisions and I fucked up the best things to ever happen to me: my new relationship with Dean and my friendship with Roman. Now Drew’s back looking hotter than ever and I’m struggling to remember why The Scottish Psychopath is such a bad thing.
I should probably explain more of our past before I start in on the present. It started out as a friends with benefits thing way back when I was still an FCW hopeful in 2010 and he was on his way to becoming the main roster star I knew he could be. He promised me back then that he’d try to help me get to the main stage sooner rather than later and I foolishly believed him.
I kept fucking around with him until I got called up in 2012 with Dean and Roman. Once he and I were working together we shifted from fuck buddies to an actual relationship until one dark night five months in he told me he’d found himself in love with someone else and suddenly my Scottish Prince Charming was gone. We stayed in each others orbit for awhile while Dean, Roman and I feuded with Drew’s gang of merry misfits but it hurt to see him everyday like clockwork with Heath hanging all over him.
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Me? Oh nothing just waiting for some new fics to be posted 🥴 . 🎀
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