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Nightmares
Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Babysitter!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,040
Summary: When Drew comes home to see you caring for his son after a nightmare, he knows you're the one he wants in his life.
A/N: Some more Single Dad!Drew! Hope You Enjoy!
Drew looked down at the time on his car radio as he pulled into the drive-thru of Chick-fil-A. It was 10:54, yet, he was ordering some chicken sandwiches for you and his son, Mason.
He's been at the arena since 8 this morning and you've done nothing, but stayed home and taken care of his son. This is the least he could do other than pay you!
He quickly ordered the food and began driving back to his home, ready to see both of y'all's reaction to your favorite foods.
Slowly as the time ticked down to an hour till midnight, he pulled in the driveway, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.
Just as he started walking to his door, the sound of his neighbor calling him caught his attention. "Aye McIntyre!"
Drew snapped his head around to his old neighbor, watching as the old man walked over to him with his black cane. "I know you've been kicking ass tonight at the show and I don't wanna keep you up, but I just wanted to say you've got a good lady in there."
A blush came to Drew's cheeks as he instantly knew who his old neighbor was talking about. "I-oh, she's not mine, she's my babysitter, but I'll make sure to give her an extra tip on your behalf." Drew smiled, as the old man smiled wider.
"Okay now, you better not let her go. I see her every week playing with your boy in the yard, and walking him to that ice cream truck down the street, buying him that same birthday cake flavor."
Drew chuckled at his neighbors words. "Alright, alright, I promise I won't let her go, now go get some rest you old man!" Drew lightly scolded the man.
They both broke apart, a smile on Drew's face as he grabbed his bags out the car and walked back to the door. Very slowly, he opened the door, making sure not to make so much noise.
He gently placed his bags down on the ground and crept around the corner, just enough to see the living room.
He thought he would see you sleeping on the couch, or catching up on your latest TV show, but instead, he saw Mason coming from the hallway, with his favorite teddy bear in hand, one Drew had won him the first time they ever went to a fair, and big teary eyes.
You instantly noticed, sitting up and pausing the TV. "Hey, bud, what's wrong? Why ya crying?" Mason let out a small sob, waddling his way to you.
You scooped him up in your arms, holding him gently to your chest. "Shhh, it's okay." You whispered in his ear, slowly rocking him side to side.
Your nails gently scratched his scalp, and hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, hoping it would help him from his crying fit.
After a good couple of seconds, the only thing that now filled the room was Mason's small sniffles as his cries calmed down.
He pulled back from your hold, looking up at you with his big eyes. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked him. Mason nodded his head, snuggling his head back into your chest.
"I had a dream that there was this big monster and he was eating everyone on Earth. I was the only one left and somehow I made it to a rocket, but as it started to launch he ate me!" Mason's squeaky, but scared voice explained the reason for his crying.
You had to bite back a laugh. To you it was funny, but to him it wasn't and you knew that which is why you didn’t laugh. "Well, it's okay. There's no monsters, and neither me nor your Daddy would let anyone eat you, okay?" You reassured him.
Mason looked up at you, a small smile coming to his lips. "Okay, Y/n!" He hugged you tightly, a giggle coming from you. "See this is why I like you so much! Daddy loves you too y'know? He talks about you all the time, saying-"
And that was Drew's queue to reveal himself.
Drew stepped from around the corner, clearing his throat loudly. You and Mason jumped at the sudden noise, with you quickly pulling Mason behind you.
"Daddy!"
You let out a sigh of relief as you saw it was Drew. You're not gonna lie, you were slightly disappointed when Mason didn't finish telling you what Drew says about you.
You watched as Drew held his son, throwing him in the air. "Ah, I missed you so much!" You smiled seeing how happy Drew looked.
You couldn't imagine having a kid and being away from them for such long hours in a day like him.
You got up from your spot on the couch walking over to the pair. "He was good as always, and was asleep, but he had-" Drew quickly finished your sentence.
“A bad dream about monsters eating him. I heard everything." You smiled and made your way around them and into the kitchen to tidy up.
Drew dropped Mason, getting his chicken sandwich ready. "I got Chick-fil-A for you two." It seemed your eyes lit up at the sound of Chick-fil-A.
You quickly rushed towards him, grabbing the bag. You dug through it, gasping at the contents inside. "A spicy chicken sandwich with fries?!" You squealed, jumping on him, engulfing his big muscles in a hug.
It felt nice to Drew, an arm wrapping your waist to pull you closer into him without making it seem weird.
Once again, the moment was broken apart when Mason came in. "Are we having a group hug? I wanna join!" You and Drew shared a laugh, inviting Mason into the hug.
You smiled widely, feeling complete. It was almost like your big little family. Drew looked at you with nothing, but love and adoration in his eyes.
You made eye contact with him, looking away, suddenly feeling shy. Mason saw it too and it brought a big smile to his face.
After seeing what you did earlier, Drew now knows he wants you to spend the rest of his life with and so does Mason.
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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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Broke Him
I was normally the one that took any storyline offered up to me. I was making money either way, providing for the ones I love. They got me the publicity I needed to crank my career up a notch. But the same couldn’t have been said about this last one. Creative wanted me to do a storyline with Bayley, a romantic one, and I turned it down. The fact that I turned it down surprised everyone, even myself just slightly, and I have been getting confused looks and raised eyebrows from everyone for the better part of the day. Couldn't say I blame them either. They don’t know my reasoning behind it.
Later that evening I was heading back towards my locker room when Balor approached me, a curious expression written upon his face. “Hey mate, heard you turned down a storyline. Care to share what that’s about?”
“Yeah… I did.” I admitted and placed my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “Just couldn’t do that specific one. They’ll find another to fill in that role, just not me.”
His eyebrow was raised for a moment. “Why not? I mean, dude, you normally jump at any and every opportunity. Why not that one?”
I shrugged slightly before saying, “Because I have more respect for my girl than I do for a romantic storyline, Finn.”
The Irish lad in front of me looked as if he had misheard my words but I knew he didn’t. I said what I said, and I meant every word. “Your girl? I understand the whole ‘having more respect for her’ thing but I wasn't even aware you had gotten with someone.”
“Yeah, well, I have. YN, actually.” I admitted as I looked over in her direction. She didn’t know, or at least I don't believe she had heard about me getting offered that storyline. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had though, considering the whole locker room area has by now.
Finn looked back at the YHC haired girl, who stood talking to Charlotte. “Really?” he questioned. “When did that happen?”
“Quite a while ago, actually.” I said and smiled over at her when she noticed that the two of us were looking at her and smiled. Finn turned back to me with an evident look of skepticism upon his face. “You don’t believe me, do you.”
“It's kind of hard when the connection isn’t plain to see.” he said, and I do have to admit, I would have agreed with him if I was anyone else.
YNN and I really haven’t really put our relationship out there… until now that is. We figured it was better to keep work life and personal life separate for the time being and to be fair it has worked out better than expected. Now does that mean we don’t want to fold when the other gets even the slightest bit hurt in the ring? No, of course not. But we kept a check on each other in other ways. Looks from across the room and a text after our matches. It’s worked for us so far with no love lost.
“Wanted to keep it low-key for at least a while, especially at work. Didn’t want any unnecessary attention or complications.” I confessed and looked back down at him. “It’s worked so far. But creative had to go and throw a wrench on that by giving me an offer I couldn't take and now everyone is going to question my sanity for a while, which I can undoubtedly live with. It’s YN’s decision though if she wants to announce it completely.”
“Then why did you just tell me?” he questioned.
I watched as my girl split off from her conversation with Charlotte and walked over, having obviously been listening to the conversation but still trying to keep her face as neutral as possible to not let her best friend in on the fact she was only half-assed listening to her. “I don’t think there could be one other person in this entire company that can keep a secret better than the two of us, Finn.” she said as she made her way to the spot standing right next to him. “Or we have a mutual agreement that we trust you with that little piece of information better than anyone. Couldn’t tell you which one yet. Could be both.” Her tone was playful but hinted at the sincerity in her words.
Finn just about jumped out of his skin when he finally realized she was standing right beside him, and I couldn't help but laugh. “Dammit, YNN, you don’t have to sneak up on me like that.”
“Dude, I wasn’t that quiet.” she commented with a laugh I swore was a beautiful melody by itself. “Should get your hearing checked my guy. Seems like you’re losing it.”
“Losing my mind, maybe.” the Irish man said and rolled his eyes. “Did you hear what he did? You broke him.”
YN and I both laughed at his statement. “I didn’t break him. I didn’t ask him to pass it up. He could have done it if he wanted to. The whole point of keeping work and personal life separate. It was totally his decision and whatever the decision may be, I'll stand by him on it.”
“That and I didn't exactly get a chance to tell her about it before turning it down. They offered. I said no. It was, in total, a five-minute conversation.” I confessed.
Finn turned to YNN, “You didn’t know?”
The YHC haired girl just shook her head. “Had no idea until Ashley told me about it ten minutes ago. So no, I didn't break him.”
“No, apparently not,” he said and turned back to me. “You’re just going mental.”
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can we please get a boyfriend headcannon for drew mcintyre? 🧘♀️
• boyfriend headcannons — drew mcintyre •
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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { drew mcintyre masterlist }
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{ warnings } — none
{ word count } — 205
{ pairing } — fem!reader x drew mcintyre
{ genre } — fluff
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there is going to be an obvious size difference because that man is gigantic!!
drew is literally a giant teddy bear
he’s very soft and gentle with you
he would not even hurt a fly
unless provoked of course.
he’s a sucker for chivalry
he’ll do anything and everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of
not a day goes by where he you’re not being pampered and praised
expect to spend entire days in bed just cuddling
your head on his chest while he plays with your hair
late night conversations are almost a given
the both of you talk about your hopes and dreams, what ifs, the future for both of you
all of which end up with you falling asleep on top of him
not that he seems to mind
dates are far and few in between
simple because of your conflicting schedules
so the very few dates you have he makes sure to go all out
voice kink go brrrr!! his accent seems to have a hypnotic spell on you
you best believe he uses that to his advantage
you practically melt everytime he speaks
drew is very much a giver when it comes to sex
he’d much rather make you cum 100 times over
he just gets off on seeing you squirm underneath him.
he’ll make sure you feel safe and protected when you’re with him.
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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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Leverage | Drew McIntyre FT. Mob!Boss!Roman Reigns
WATTPAD REQUESTED -MARYJANELEAHOLLAND4: @rreignsxo I have a request for wwe volume one and it's a Drew McIntyre request the request is the reader gets kidnapped by Roman Reigns and Drew McIntyre has to save the reader
Pairings: FBI AGENT! Drew McIntyre x Stripper! Reader, Mob!Boss!Roman Reigns x Stripper! Reader
Featuring: Drew Mcintyre, Roman Reigns, Y/n, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Paul Heyman, an Unnamed FBI agent, an unnamed stripper.
Summary: Roman kidnaps y/n in an attempt to get Drew to quit while he is still ahead.
WARNINGS: fluff, angst, kidnapping, drugging, sedating, strip clubs, errors I missed.
w/c: 2108
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Roman wanted Drew to pay. He wanted to send a message to him that no one messes with him.
Drew was out to ruin everything Roman achieved, ruin all his hard work. All because he wanted to put Roman behind bars, to put a stop to his reign, his legacy.
When Drew threatened him that he will go down, Roman took it personally. He would take Drew down before Drew took him down.
Roman still remembered that very day when Drew told him his luck was running out.
Roman smiled at one of his investors, in the corner of his eye he caught sight of a car outside the window of the café. His smile faded as he saw who it was. Drew watched him in his car. Roman rolled his eyes in annoyance. He shot a glance at Paul, Jey and Jimmy, getting up.
“I hate to end this so soon, but I have to deal with someone,” Roman spoke.
“But I am glad you are on board,” Roman spoke.
After a few more words were exchanged between the two before Roman left.
Leaving the café, he straightened out his suit. His cousins and Paul followed him as he walked over to Drew. Drew smirked at Roman.
“It’s not illegal to have coffee with one of your business partners,” Roman spoke ever so causally.
“It is when you are dealing drugs and money,” Drew spoke. Arching an eyebrow.
“The local cops may be in your pocket but I’m not. I am going to take you down,” Drew spoke with venom in his voice.
Roman laughed, as did Jey, Jimmy, and Paul. Roman turned to them. Finding Drew’s words hilarious.
“Did you hear that, he is threatening me,” Roman chuckled. Jey, Jimmy, and Paul laughed. Before they could comment Drew interrupted.
“ I am threatening you I want you on the edge of your seat, wondering if I am going to arrest you any second, a lot of good people have died because of you, you deserve to be locked up in prison, even your lackeys, don’t get too comfy,” Drew growled out.
Roman’s jaw twitched. Making Drew smirk. He wasn’t afraid of this asshole.
“I would watch what you say to me, fed,” Roman hissed through clenched teeth.
“Better sleep with one eye opened,” Roman growled out.
“Same with you, once I am done with you, you will wish you were dead,” Drew growled. Roman just smirked.
‘Enjoy your day,” Roman spoke. Roman gave Drew a fake smile before he turned around and walked off confidently. Jimmy, Jey and Paul followed.
“Who the fuck does he think he is,” Roman hissed out. Jey and Jimmy shrugged.
“An FBI agent with everything to loss, sir, and you are his ticket to the top,” Paul answered.
“Get all the information on him, I want him followed, watch his every move, I want to be one step ahead of him,” Roman commanded. Paul complied.
PRESENT
Roman, Jey, and Jimmy entered a strip club. After surveillance on Drew, Roman found a weakness of Drew’s. He didn’t blame Drew for falling for a stripper, after seeing her he started to gain feelings for her. But it was kind of funny to him that the ‘perfect FBI agent’ was seeing a stripper.
Her name was [your name] [last name].
If Roman took her out, that would definitely send Drew a message. Though he wasn’t going to kill her, he had other things in my mind, he could use her to feed whatever information Drew told you back to him.
Roman scanned the crowd of people and strippers, looking for the stripper that stole a fed’s heart.
He finally found her. He smirked to himself. Walking towards [your name]. Jey and Jimmy followed him, checking out the other strippers as they walked by, not Roman though, his eyes were set on y/n. He had to hand it to Drew [your name] was a stunner.
He stopped in front of her. He looked at her as she teasingly danced on the pole. She looked in his direction. Their eyes locked. She gave him an inquisitive look. Making Roman arch an eyebrow. He felt his bulge grow. Roman heard Jey and Jimmy whistle, though he wasn’t sure which one it was.
Roman reached his hand into his jacket, grabbing a stack of cash, that was neatly tied with a rubber band.
“How about a private dance for the three of us?” Roman asked, pointing to him then Jey and Jimmy.
He could see her eyes gleam at the stack of money.
She looked at him, then at Jimmy then Jey, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth, nodding her head in agreement. She got off the stage, motioning them to follow her. Which they complied. Following her into a hallway.
All their eyes were on her ass. Eyes darkening with lust. She opened a door. Opening it for them. Roman could tell she caught them staring but she played it off. Giving them a seductive smile.
Once, Roman, Jey, and Jimmy were all in. She closed the door, and they sat down, while she stood up.
Roman grabbed her wrist. Making her heart race.
“Can I please have the first lap dance?” Roman asked. She let out a cute giggle which made his heart quicken. There was just something about her that got him captivated. He wasn’t sure if it was her [eye colour] or her aura.
“Since you asked so nicely,” She purred her voice smooth like silk.
She lowered herself onto his lap. Straddling him. Grinding against him. her hands resting on his shoulder. Moving her body. roman was memorized. Looking into her eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was the red neon lights that were doing something or the fact that she was dry humping his covered dick. His hands were on her waist. Jey and Jimmy were memorized too.
Though Jimmy seemed to break through his daze. He took the syringe out of his pocket, taking the cap off. He plunged in into her neck, making you stop. Her eyes widened in fear, a loud gasp escaping her mouth.
“I am so sorry [your name]but you are involved with someone that wants to take me down,” He spoke, as her vision blurred. Ears ringing. Her vision faded black. Roman catch her before she could fall or slump over.
“Could have waited till she finished the lap dance,” Roman hissed out. Jimmy rolled his eyes.
“You will live,” Jimmy responded.
Roman’s jaw clenched.
“Go check if the coast is clear,” He spoke. Jey and Jimmy did what he said. Opening the door and checking. Which it was. They looked over their shoulders to look at Roman, nodding their heads.
Roman picked [your name]up with ease. Almost like she weighed nothing, despite her body being limp.
Roman walked out of the room. His erection was aching.
He carefully walked through the threshold of the door, so he didn’t hit her head. He wasn’t that savage.
Jey and Jimmy guided the way, walking to the back exit. Roman followed behind. Not really caring about what the other strippers or bystanders thought. Some of them looked away in fear. Which is what Roman thrived on.
Jey opened the back door. Opening it wide for Roman. Roman walked out. Jey and Jimmy followed. Jimmy unlocked the car door, opening the back door for Roman.
Roman delicately placed [your name]on the backseat. Like she was made of glass.
Jimmy shot Jey a look. Both of them looked at each other in confusion.
But looked away when Roman straightened up.
Roman looked at both of them.
“She is precious cargo, I am going to sit in the back,” Roman spoke. Jimmy and Jey nodded their heads.
Roman quickly got in. shutting the door. Jey shot his brother a what the hell look. Jimmy shrugged his shoulders.
Roman never really cared about the captives that he held for leverage or ransom, so this was new.
Jimmy went to the driver's side, while Jey went to the passenger side.
Both of them get in and put their seatbelts on. Jimmy put the keys in the ignition. Starting the car. Putting the car in gear then the handbrake down, he pressed his foot on the accelerator driving off.
Both twins looked in the rear view mirror seeing Roman take his jacket off and drape it across [your name]’s shoulders. Her head was on his lap. His hand caressed her head.
That was definitely strange. Jimmy and Jey shared a look of concern.
Roman pulled out his phone. Dialling Drew’s number. He held his phone to his ear. A smirk appeared on his lips as it rang.
“What?” Drew growled. Roman smirked smugly. Still caressing [your name].
“I have something of yours,” Roman spoke. He could practically feel Drew roll his eyes.
“And what’s that?” Drew spoke.
“Something of importance to you,” Roman spoke, glancing at [your name].
Drew was silent and Roman was getting impatient.
“A certain CI of yours, or a stripper or you know your lover, that last one surprised me.” He spoke. Smirking at [your name], not that she reacted she was unconscious.
Drew’s breathing got heavier and Roman knew he hit a nerve.
“If you hurt her…” Drew hissed out, but Roman cut him off.
“It won’t come to that if you drop the case against me,” Roman growled out. Drew was silent.
“You know I can’t do that,” Drew spoke, voice breaking.
“Not even for your dearest [your name],” Roman taunted. He heard Drew let out a low growl.
He knew love was a weakness.
“I will see what I can do,” Drew sighed.
“You have forty-eight hours, otherwise I will send [your name] to you in pieces, and it would be such a shame to cut up such beauty,” Roman threatened. Hanging up.
Roman glanced at [your name]. smiling sweetly at her.
“It’s going to be okay darling, I know Drew will do the right thing, because after all love is a weakness,” He spoke….
Drew chucked his phone on his desk. Running his fingers through his hair. He was in a dilemma.
His partner walked past his office. Stopping as she saw him looking stressed out.
She knocked on the door. Stepping in. Drew looked up. She gave him a small smile.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“No,” He responded.
“Look if it is about this case, we have him, all your hard work is paying off,” She spoke.
“Something has changed, I am in a dilemma” He spoke. She gave him a confused look.
“He called me just a minute ago before you came in, he has someone that means a lot to me and he wants me to drop the case, if I don’t he will hurt them,” Drew spoke.
“Is this someone, [your name]? your CI? Or most importantly someone you have gotten romantically with,” She asked. Drew’s heart quickened; how did she know.
“How did you know that?” Drew asked. He could have sworn he was secretive apparently he wasn’t.
“ I had someone keep an eye on you so Roman didn’t get you,” She spoke. Drew looked at her in shock.
“What do I do?” Drew desperately asked. She sighed.
“She is a CI, more importantly, a stripper, what if she is our inside woman,” She suggested. But that made Drew mad. He shook his head in disapproval.
“She has been through too much, I can't put her through that,” Drew disagreed.
“But I can't drop the case,” Drew spoke.
“Think about it Drew if we had her on the inside, we could take him down much faster, think of the bigger picture, think of the ones he killed, the pain he caused, think of the sacrifice you went through to get here, don’t through it all out for some stripper, I’m sure she would join him if he gave her a big sum of money she has no loyalty,” She spoke. Drew felt his jaw clench out how she was saying disrespectful things about [your name].
Though if they did have you inside it would make things a lot easier. Drew felt guilty for siding with his partner.
“We just have to get the message through to her, give him false hope, but secretly we have a weapon which is [your name],” She spoke again.
“Okay,” He agreed. Making her smile.
“We will just have to wait till he calls again,” She spoke. Drew nodded, still feeling guilty for using you like this. he had an unsettling feeling in his stomach like this plan was going to backfire…..
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Jealousy: Drew McIntyre
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word count: 560
anon request: drew mcintrye - mabye something with jealousy?
It wasn't often that you got jealous....but sometimes seeing Drew with certain co-workers of yours or fans filled you with envy whether they were taller, skinnier, curvier, or whatever it may be compared to you. Drew did an excellent job of reminding you that he only had eyes for you but that still didn't stop you from feeling the way you did.
Like right now you were in your guys' hotel room just relaxing and scrolling through TikTok while Drew was at the gym when your mentions on Twitter started going crazy making you confused because they only went crazy when you and Drew were together or something like that. So you went to Twitter to see what was going on and part of you wish you didn't. It was a picture of Drew and Mandy Rose at the gym together, normally you wouldn't have cared but it was the comments that upset you.
user34: They look so good together
user 56: Agreed! Definitely would be a better couple than him and y/n
user45: Speaking of which, why isn't y/n with him? She needs to be hitting the gym given how big they looked this week.
The comments continued to get worst as you scrolled through them while tears blurred your vision until finally, you finally tore yourself away from them and head to the bathroom to examine yourself, you didn't think you looked that bad. I mean sure you had gained a couple of pounds but all your friends had dubbed to you as relationship weight meaning you were happy and healthy in your relationship.
You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard Drew come in until you felt his arms wrap around you and bury his head in your neck placing a kiss there.
"Why is the prettiest lass crying?" He asked.
"Do you ever think about being with Mandy?" You asked softly preparing yourself for his answer.
"No never have, never will. What's this about?" He asked softly turning you and sitting you on the counter so he could look at you.
"It's just that, I never felt in competition with her or the other girls until we started dating but your fans seem to think that you deserve some better, someone like her." You said.
"Well it's a good thing, I don't take relationship advice from my fans. They think they know me and who I would best with but I truly know who I want.....and that person is you sweetheart and only you." He said cupping your face and placing a kiss on your lips.
"You mean that?" You asked searching his beautiful blue eyes for any form of him lying but found none.
"I mean it...truly and I'll prove it to you if I have to." He said with a smirk as a smile broke out on your face.
"There's another reason I fell in love with you...that beautiful smile." He said.
"I love you." You said smiling and softly placing a kiss on his lips.
"I love you too lass." He said smiling at you as he carried you towards the bed where he proved to you the many, many reasons you didn't need to be jealous of Mandy or any of the other girls.
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Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)
Mafia!Drew McIntyre x Melody
Commission: @tokipanda68
Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants.
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Mafia, Smut, Cussing, Mentions of drinking and gambling
Word Count: 4,194
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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I'll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in.
“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violant things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved.
Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture.
Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.
Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver.
Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she's all I have.”
“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves.
“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?”
“Legal age.” Drew gritted his jaw, the thick Scottish accent seething through his teeth. His fist hitting the wall closest to him, making Steve and even his goons jump. Drew cleared his throat, running his thick fingers through his long raven hair. He didn’t like repeating himself. “I’ll see you in two years on Melony’s eighteenth birthday. Better pay me back if you want to keep your little girl.” With that Drew took a few large steps and left the small house. Drew’s heart was hammering and it wasn’t because of intimidating Steve.
Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat.
Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother's cheeks.
My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze.
“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents.
My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.”
“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.
I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him.
I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled.
Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.”
“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back.
“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt.
Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.
“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were.
“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now.
“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window.
“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell.
Drew smirked at my father and shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it, you’re debt free.” He winked, climbing into the car he slammed the door shut. The two other goons climbed into the front, they soon started the car and we left.
My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room.
As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop.
“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.
“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.
“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.
“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop.
Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room.
That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance.
A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did.
My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax.
Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on.
My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears.
“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.
“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked. Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”
My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off.
“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?”
I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words.
“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.
“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out.
Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast.
Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple.
“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast.
“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his
hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts.
Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties.
Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass.
“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision.
My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me.
“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning.
Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he's ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.
“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter.
“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh.
“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt.
“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper.
Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist.
My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time.
“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before.
The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear.
“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder.
“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded.
“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.
As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath.
He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.
“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I... “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today.
“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.
Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly.
“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself.
“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised.
Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons.
“You don’t have to answer now-”
“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand.
“What?” He questioned.
I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.”
“You sure you don’t want to think-”
I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.
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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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Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader
Summary: You save Drew from an attack and while you're taking care of him, things progress differently than you'd expected.
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex
"Dear God, it's an ambush on McIntyre!" That was all you needed to hear before you were rushing out to Drew's rescue. It had been a long time since you had felt like you had a purpose since your father retired, but this was it. You absolutely had to save Drew. You ran out there, glad that everybody was as superstitious as they were and backed away from you on principal. Nobody wanted to mess with the "Princess of Death" as you had been dubbed so early in your career.
"Give him to me," you said to Roman as you stared him down. Roman tried to hold his ground, but the second you started to lunge towards him, all of his fellow Bloodline members pulled him back. You placed your hand on the back of Drew's neck and pulled him onto his feet. You placed yourself underneath his arm for support as you walked him backstage. Anybody who dared to stand in your way as you took him back got a glare that most definitely put the fear of god inside of them.
"Thanks for the rescue," Drew said as you led him back to your area. It was nice to know that you always had a space backstage that was just your own. Most people didn't dare to come bother you unless they desperately needed your help. "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead," you said as you gently ran your fingers gently across one of the bruises forming on his side. Drew reached out to grab your wrist, and for a moment you were scared that you had accidentally hurt him.
"Why me?" Drew asked you. You hadn't really thought about why you went out there to save Drew. The two of you had worked on the same show for years now, but you hadn't really interacted very much. Drew had never gotten in your way or made any snide comments about you hiding away backstage. You were a part of the WWE, and for that, he had respected you. Others seemed to have an issue with you only coming out to matches a few times a year, but always lurking around in the back.
"Why not?" you countered. Drew let out a little laugh as he brushed his thumb across your knuckles. You smiled a little, unable to contain the happy feeling that being around Drew like this gave you. "Would you rather me have just left you there?"
"Absolutely not. I'm very thankful for you saving my ass out there, but I was just curious. I, uh, I've heard some things about you." You had heard a lot of things about yourself as well, but you doubted Drew would be stupid enough to bring something up that would upset you. He was a big guy, but he wasn't above having to face your wrath, whether there was an audience or not. "Most of it can't be true, but I would have figured that your type was more Bray Wyatt."
"I seem to remember a certain Scottish psychopath," you teased. "My loyalties don't lie with Bray, not anymore. I don't know what he's doing. He made his choices, and I wasn't one of them. We all have choices to make, people to align ourselves with."
"Am I yours?" Drew asked you. You tilted your head as you thought about it. There wasn't much thought that had to go into your answer. Drew was very obviously your choice, he had sort of been for years, although you hadn't been given an opportunity to catch his attention until now.
"I think you are. We could do amazing things together. I could help you get those belts off Roman so the WWE has a real fighting champion, not just a special appearances guy," you told him. Drew smiled as if he liked the thought of that. You knew that he did, it was an offer that most of the guys backstage would have killed for. It could have been theirs if they weren't all so afraid of you. "What do you say?"
"It's not exactly a hard choice to make. I'm with you for as long as you'll have me," Drew promised. The two of you shook on it before he let you get back to tending to his injuries. You tried to touch him as gently as you could, but every so often you felt Drew wince or try to scoot away from you.
"This would go a lot quicker if you weren't being a baby about it," you teased. Drew scoffed, as if he wanted to argue that he wasn't being a baby, but he didn't. You glanced up at him to check if he was in too much pain for you to handle. The look in his eyes wasn't that of pain, but instead blatant arousal. "Oh."
"I can go," Drew said. He started to get up, but you shook your head and placed your hand on his chest to make him sit back down. Drew reached out and pulled you towards him, kissing you softly. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the two of you that both of you wanted more, and with that, the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Drew ended up laying on top of you, grinding his thigh against your center as each of his kisses took your breath away.
"Drew, please," you whined. You needed to feel more of him in whatever way that you could. There was no way that Drew wasn't also getting antsy with the way that he had been grinding against you. Your hands trailed down his body and pushed his trunks down enough for his cock to spring free. Drew reached down between your legs to pull your skirt up a bit. You felt him tease you by pressing his cock against your center through your underwear. "I need more. I need to feel you."
Any hesitation within Drew went out the window when he heard the desperation in your voice. You had come to him in his moment of need and now he was coming to you in yours. Drew pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his tip through your folds. Drew dropped his hips just slightly and you felt him enter you. It was almost in that moment like everything clicked for you. A part of you had been nervous about being with Drew because of his size, but nobody had ever fit you like did. Drew seemed to be able to pull things out of you that nobody else had for years before him. You found yourself baring your soul to Drew entirely, even if he wasn't completely aware of it. You thought that you had made a choice by going out there to save Drew, but there had never really been any choice in it for you. One way or another, you would have found yourself in his path.
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Tricked and Treated (Drew McIntyre X Reader)
Pairing: Drew McIntyre X Reader
Summary: When Drew locks himself in a public restroom—with the one woman he seemingly hates—at a Halloween party, sparks fly.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Some sensuality, but mostly fluff.
Note: This is just a really short one-shot that I whipped up in a day. Not edited, or anything, so look over any errors, typos, or lack of quality for that matter, lol. Hope it is enjoyed nonetheless.
Tricked and Treated
"You're being completely unreasonable!"
Your growled words echoed within the arena's long corridor as the hulking Scotsman, known as Drew McIntyre, carried you down the hallway toward the trainer's office. You'd just got done with your mixed tag match for that evening and it didn't go well.
At all.
"Next time, princess," Drew snarled right back at you, "I don't care if she rips your arm off and beats you over the head with it... You are not to tap out. You're t' get free and tag me in. Am I clear?"
"Oh, for Pete's sake! Like you've never tapped out before in your entire career," you spat at him. "And put me down! I can walk on my own—it wasn't my leg that was hurt." You began to struggle within his hold, till a twinge of pain in your shoulder had your body calming its movements.
"Be still. Ye'll injure it worse," his voice rumbled near your ear. "Besides we're here." He passed through a doorway and then you were—to your utter surprise—gently deposited onto an exam table.
You glowered at Drew before a brunette woman—one of the trainers for that evening—addressed you.
"So, what seems to be the problem," she asked, stepping up to you.
"It's my-"
"It's her shoulder." Drew cut you off despite the scathing glare you sent his way. "It took quite a beating."
"Would you shut UP," you hissed. "I can speak for myself!" You ignored the fire in Drew's eyes and turned back to the trainer. "I was in a submission hold for quite a while out there. My shoulder and arm were stretched to the limit."
After a lot of prodding and tugging and more stretching, the trainer stepped away and gave you an encouraging smile. "Nothing serious. Just looks like it was hyperextended a little. We'll ice it down, and then you should rest it for a couple days and you should be good as new." She began putting an ice pack together and you winced initially as the cold ice touched your tender shoulder. Seconds later though, relief came and you sighed softly.
"Next time, tap out sooner."
Your gaze flew up to Drew's. You were more than a little surprised to see some regret in his blue eyes. "You just said-"
"Forget what I said earlier, princess. Tap out sooner. When you're in a hold like that, there ain't no gettin' free. Save yourself an injury and tap out."
With that, the giant Scotsman turned and walked away, leaving you alone with the trainer.
And leaving you very confused.
Drew hated you. (For some reason.) He always had. Why did he look so repentant? He sounded almost as if he blamed himself.
Something was wrong. That was not like him.
You sat impatiently, and in a state of bewilderment as the trainer wrapped some cling wrap around you, pinning the ice pack to your shoulder.
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"Wow, and you said he sounded concerned?"
You nodded even though Sasha Banks couldn't see you over the phone. "Yeah, he said to save myself an injury and tap out, then he walked off."
"That is weird. He's never worried about you."
"Thanks, Sasha."
"No, you know what I mean. He just... always seems antagonized by your presence."
"That makes me feel so much better," you dryly replied, switching the cellphone to your other ear.
"Ugh, okay, change of subject... You're still on for the party tomorrow night, right? I mean your shoulder will be okay to dance and stuff?"
"Well, yeah," you said in a "Duh" kind of way. "Halloween is my favorite holiday, so of course I'm going to make it. The trainer said there was nothing seriously wrong with my shoulder, anyway."
"Okay. So what is your costume?"
"Would you believe it if I said it was a surprise?"
"No. Why?"
"Because it is. Even to me. I have no idea what to go as."
"Okay, crazy idea," Sasha said. "I have a feeling the reason Drew is mean to you is because he has the hots for you. So, how about you go as a princess? With a bit of tweaking. I mean... Drew always calls you "princess". You could see what his reaction would be. And then-"
"Are you kidding me? I don't need to give him another reason to growl or snarl at me."
"Oh, just do it, Y/N. You don't have any other costume ideas."
You pinched the bridge of your nose and clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to bite back the sharp retort that was itching to burst from your mouth. "You mentioned a bit of tweaking," you sighed. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let's meet up." You could hear the smile in Sasha's voice. "We have some shopping to do."
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"Oh, my gosh. Why did I let Sasha talk me into this?"
You looked at your reflection in the hotel room's dresser mirror the following night, and cringed.
It was that bad.
The monstrosity before you was a so-called "sexy princess" as the costume's packaging read. It consisted of a pink traditional princess dress from the shoulders to the waist.
Things went downhill from there.
Instead of the typical skirt flowing to your ankles, it merely covered part of your thighs.
It was completely out of your comfort zone. Your ring gear didn't show near this much skin since your taste in gear was much like Nattie's.
You heard a knock at your door and sighed, completely dreading the party then. Opening the door, you found the four horsewomen dressed as Jem and the Holograms. You couldn't help but smile. They'd picked the perfect corresponding characters. Charlotte was Jem, Sasha was Aja, Bayley was Shana, and Becky was Kimber.
"Oh my gosh you guys look awesome," you said with a laugh as you clapped your hands.
"And so do you," Sasha exclaimed. "Drew is gonna lose. His. Mind!"
You rolled your eyes at the notion. "I seriously doubt that. He usually ignores me unless he's barking at me about something."
However, you couldn't get your mind off the way Drew had carried you to the trainer. The way he'd spoken softly to you after your assessment. How he'd advised you to tap out with such guilt in his eyes.
"Besides, what does it matter," you thought out loud. "It's not like I have the hots for him, anyway."
Silent up to this point, Charlotte actually guffawed. "Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, babe. I mean... think about him a minute. What woman in her right mind wouldn't have the hots for him?"
Think about him?
If you were brutally honest, you'd admit to your friends—as well as yourself—that most of your time was spent thinking about him.
And that you more than had the hots for Drew McIntyre. You were halfway in love with him even though he treated you like dirt.
How pathetic am I, you wondered.
"Hah! You're blushing," Charlotte nearly yelled as she pointed at you. "Case in point!"
"Oh, shut up," you grumbled, grabbing up your purse from the little side-table by the door. "Let's get to the party already."
"Wait till she sees his costume," Bayley let out a giggle as you pulled your door closed and headed down the hallway with your friends.
You stopped in your tracks. There were so many promising, and sexy things Drew could go as. Batman, Zorro et cetera. "What's his costume?"
"You'll just have to wait and see," Bayley sing-songed over her shoulder.
"Tell me, or I'll shove that guitar down your throat, Bayley."
The woman snickered despite your threat. "He's sticking with his roots and going as one of those Scottish romance novel cover dudes. Complete with a kilt and sash. Hair is down, and flowing."
Sweet Lord, you thought as you hurried to close the small distance between you and your friends. How will I maintain my cool with Drew looking like that?
You didn't have a very long time to ponder that. He showed up at the venue about a half hour after you and the four horsewomen did. You glanced up the entrance just as he passed through it. And you froze.
Whatever you'd pictured... It didn't compare remotely to the sight that was Drew McIntyre in his costume. Nearly all of your favorite features of his were exposed. His long hair was loose as Bayley said. His broad shoulders and hair-smattered chest. The only thing hidden from your gaze that you admired—albeit secretly—was his muscular thighs.
His sapphire gaze suddenly caught yours and you glanced away, embarrassment heating your face. You slinked further back into the safety of the group of your friends and tried to forget what Drew looked like. Tried to forget what he made you feel.
A few dances later, you were completely needing to pee.
You made your way back to the ladies room and quickly went into a stall and took care of your business. Once you'd flushed the toilet, you hurried over to the lavatories and washed your hands before drying them on a paper towel.
You heard the door open and saw out of your peripheral vision as someone entered the room. Turning and giving them a friendly smile, your face fell when the lights went out and the small room was thrown into pitch blackness.
The click of the door locking seemed to echo through the room.
Your breathing quickened and you instinctively shrunk into the wall. "Pl-please..." You whispered, losing control of your vocal chords. "Please don't hurt me."
Suddenly, a hand was around your throat and a large hard body pressed against your contrasting one. Inhaling to scream, all you managed was a soft whimper when the fingers tightened just ever so slightly. A thumb stroked along your jawline, almost tenderly. Then your face was tilted upward, that same thumb brushed over your bottom lip.
And then a warm, soft mouth claimed yours. Kissing you softly, gently. And gentlemanly. A beard and mustache tickled at your cheeks and lips, and you sighed into the kiss, unable to help yourself.
And when the man finally broke the kiss, you heard a roguish male voice whisper in your ear. The tone was pure velvet with a Scottish burr.
"Been wantin' to do that for a long time, princess."
Drew? Drew just kissed me?
"I've wanted you to do that for a long time, too," you whispered in the darkness, reaching up to palm his cheek in your hand. You were rewarded by his large hand snagging yours and bringing it up to his face for you. "I wouldn't object if you did it again."
With that, his mouth was on yours once more, a soft swirl of his tongue over yours. His teeth snagged your lower lip and held it for a couple seconds before he gently nipped it and soothed the bite with a swipe of his tongue.
"I think we should rejoin the party," he said in your ear. "Before I do something I shouldn't."
You chuckled as you were led over toward the door. The lights came on and you took a second to truly ogle his gorgeous face and body.
"What is it," he asked, smiling, and dimples flashing.
"What started out as a trick turned into a treat!"
With a soft laugh, Drew opened the bathroom door and led you out. "Happy Halloween, my love."
"And Happy Halloween to you, my love."
THE END
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Pairing: Single Dad!Drew McIntyre x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,520
Summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you 2 days before Valentine's Day and just when you think you're gonna be alone this year, Drew and Mason surprises you by bringing you flowers and chocolate.
A/N: I know Valentines Day was a couple of days ago, but I've had this idea prior to the holiday, but didn't write it. Hope You Enjoy!
You stood in front of Drew's door, knocking on the door. Seconds later the sound of heavy footsteps were heard as the door opened revealing the Scottish man.
When Drew saw your form he felt happy, but it was until he saw your face that a frown came upon his. "Y/n, what's wrong, why ya crying?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes. "M-my boyfriend broke up with me, and-" You stopped talking, a choked up sob slipping past your lips.
Drew couldn't help, but feel bad, but deep down inside him, he was happy. "Come on, lass, let's get you inside." Drew muttered, putting his big hand on your back and guiding you inside.
You walked through the door, the feeling of warmth hitting your body compared to the cool air outside. Drew led you to the couch, making sure to get you a heated blanket from the laundry room.
He came back, wrapping you in before taking a seat. "So tell me. What happened?" Drew curiously said. It took you a moment before you actually started to speak
"I went home and found him in bed with another woman. His excuse was that I'm always working at the coffee shop, and working for you that I neglect him and don't give him enough sex."
Drew lowly scoffed, grabbing his water bottle from the coffee table. "These lads don't know how to treat women like you. There's nothing wrong with not having sex, he's just a horny bastard." You somewhat flinched at the way his voice turned deep as his sentence ended.
"I know, I just really loved him and it's only 2 more days until Valentine's Day." You cried, covering your face. You always go for guys that’s younger than you, with you being 24. You really did love your now ex-boyfriend very much, and to see him cheating on you is not how you expected the relationship to go.
Your attention perked up at the sound of small paddling feet. As you took your hands from your face, red teary eyes visible, you saw Mason holding his stuffed dinosaur and he looked just as worried as his Dad.
“Y/n? Are you crying?”
Drew quickly got up, ushering his son away. “Y/n’s fine, let's go back to bed, bud.” Mason still stared at you as Drew carried him back into his bed, a questioning look in his eyes.
Drew came back letting out a breath. “Well, you can stay here if you need to. Got a pair of your clothes from last week clean and ready to be worn." You gave him a small smile, nodding your head. "That would be great."
Drew stood up, going to the laundry room and getting your clothes. He had them set up in the guest room before coming out to you. "Clothes are in the guest room. Feel free to use whatever you want in the kitchen." Drew explained, beginning to walk away.
You stood up, calling out to him. "Drew?" Drew dropped in his tracks, turning to you. "Thank you for everything." Drew couldn't stop the smile that came to his face hearing you thank him. "Anything for you, lass. You know I'll always be here for you." You smiled at that and made your way to the bedroom.
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After that night you decided to leave, not being needed for the babysitting job, and go back to your apartment where your ex boyfriend took all his stuff.
As you unlocked the door, the cool breeze sent shivers up your spine, and chill bumps rose on your arms and legs. It was so empty and dark with him or his things there. You let out a sigh, cleaning up the house, seeing the ruckus you caused when catching the two in bed.
You must've cleaned a little too hard because you found a small note in the nightstand with red lace panties saying:
'So much better than my girl. I'm keeping these btw, they look real good on you.'
Anger took over your body as you threw the panties across the room and ripped up that stupid note. You fell on the bed, letting out cries of betrayal.
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At Drew's house he was worried. Even though he saw you just a night ago, he wondered how you were holding up. And it didn't help that Mason kept asking him about you.
“Daddy, I wanna see Y/n!" Mason yelled, looking up at him with big pleading eyes. "We can't, Mason. We need to leave Y/n alone." He explained, continuing to clean the kitchen counter. "Daddy! I miss Y/n. She was sad and I wanna know why!" Mason demanded, stepping his foot down.
Drew cursed at himself for giving his son such stubborn genes.
“Her boyfriend broke up with her, and she misses him really badly." Drew said, earning silence from his son. He looked down at him, seeing Mason's thinking face. Meaning, he's looking up in the air, and his index finger tapping his chin.
It was like a light bulb hit his mind as he gasped. "Daddy, I have an idea!" Drew huffed out a breath. "What is it?" Mason spoke. "I think we should go to the store and buy Y/n her favorite food. It's Valentine's Day. Everyone deserves candy and sweet drinks. My teacher even gave some to me Friday!" Drew stopped washing the dishes and took in Mason's words.
That honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Well, that's actually really smart." Mason smiled, proud of his Dad's approval. "We can go to Dollar Tree, get her some candy, lemonade, salty chips, and chocolate." Drew said to himself, thinking over everything.
Mason didn't forget to add, "And flowers! Y/n needs flowers!" Drew nodded his head, looking at the clock. 2:45 the store should still be open.
Drew quickly finished the dishes and went to the bedroom to get changed with Mason. "Let's go get Y/n, some goodies!"
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The next day was dreadful for you. You just sat around, eating ice cream and watching stupid romance movies, hoping you had that type of love.
As the credits rolled a knock at the door made you groan. You put the pint of ice cream on the counter as you walked to the door. You didn't think of looking through the peephole, ready to tell off whoever it was to disturb your heartbreak peace
Instead of an annoying neighbor, you were met with Drew and Mason both dressed a little fancy, with a basket in each hand. "Happy Valentines Day!" Mason yelled. You instantly smiled, stepping aside to let them in.
They walked into the living room, smiling. "What's all of this?" You asked them, Mason answering your question by shoving his basket in your hand. "Open it!" You eyed him suspiciously, slowly looking in the bag. "Oh my gosh." You gasped out, getting more quicker and taking the items out of the basket.
There were a lot of snacks at the bottom followed by chips, candy, little stickers and even chocolate. "Chocolate?!" You said, popping open the box and eating one. You moaned at the taste. "Thank you, Mason." You thanked him, grabbing him into a bone crushing hug.
You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you hugged him. Drew smile, happy seeing you finally smile. He would never say, but you did look horrible.
Your hair was messed up, pajamas lazily hanging on your body, and he didn't miss the half eaten ice cream that was on the counter.
"That's not all. Daddy got you something too!" You turned to look Drew seeing him looking all nervous. You also noticed he had his hands behind his back. "Uh, I got you this." Drew revealed his hands, a big bouquet of roses.
You gasped, snatching the bouquet of his hands, taking a huge sniff. "I-I hope you like-" Drew stopped talking when he felt your body jump on his. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head into his chest.
“"Thank you, thank you so much! This is the best surprise ever!" Drew wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
The feeling of your body against his was something he would never not wanna feel
Mason smirked, looking at his Dad and you. It was only seconds later that the sound of sobs and the feeling of something wet touching Drew's neck broke him out of his trance.
With concern, he gently pulled you back. "Hey, why're cryin'?" Drew asked as you sniffled, wiping your tears away. “These are tears of joy. I-I promise, it's just... no one's ever done something like this for me before and I'm very grateful that you and Mason are doing this."
Drew smiled at your words, pulling you in for another hug. "Group hug?" Mason asked, already inching closer to you two. In a small circle you all hugged, happy to have each other's company on such a special day.
Drew would never say it, but the other surprise was to ask you to be his Valentines.
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Can you do a request for me it's for Drew McIntyre mob Roman Reigns kidnapps the reader and tries to do Bondage with the reader but mob Drew McIntyre saves her before mob Roman Reigns can continue it
I'll certainly try my best! I have a few requests to get through, but I'll get on yours as soon as I can. 🖤🖤
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Power Walk
YN watched Drew McIntyre from a distance, her curiosity piqued by his peculiar gait. He strode across the backstage area with a purposeful stride, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. It was hard not to notice him, especially when he moved in such a distinctive way.
She leaned against a nearby wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she called out to him, "Why are you walking like that?"
Drew turned towards her, his blue eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and amusement. He chuckled, his Scottish accent adding an extra layer of charm to his response. "Walking like what, lass?"
YN's grin widened as she pushed herself off the wall and approached him. "Like you're about to step into the ring and take on a whole army of opponents."
Drew laughed heartily, his deep voice resonating through the corridor. "Ah, you've noticed, have you?"
YN nodded, her playful demeanor infectious. "Of course! It's like you're on a mission or something."
He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, a Scotsman's gotta have a bit of flair even when he's off-duty, don't you think?"
As they walked together, YN fell into step beside him, matching his stride as best she could. It wasn't easy, considering Drew's long legs and purposeful pace, but she managed to keep up. They talked about the upcoming event, trading stories and laughter along the way.
"You know," Drew said after a while, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "sometimes it's all about the mindset. Walking like this helps me get into the right frame of mind, whether it's for a match or just facing the challenges of the day."
YN tilted her head, genuinely intrigued. "So, it's like your way of psyching yourself up?"
He nodded, a genuine smile touching his lips. "Aye, you could say that. It's a reminder that I'm capable of handling whatever comes my way, no matter how tough it might seem."
They reached a quiet corner of the backstage area, away from the hustle and bustle of the event. Drew turned to face YN, his expression earnest. "You know, lass, you can adopt your own power walk, even if you're not stepping into a ring."
She raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Oh really? And how would that work?"
Drew's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stand tall, shoulders back, head held high. Stride purposefully, as if you're walking towards your next great adventure. And most importantly, believe in yourself. It's all about confidence."
YN chuckled, giving him an exaggerated nod. "Got it, Captain Confidence."
Drew laughed heartily again, the sound echoing in the corridor. "That's the spirit, YN."
As they continued their stroll, YN couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of determination. Maybe adopting a power walk, even in the mundane moments of life, was just what she needed to break through her own writer's block. With Drew's words echoing in her mind, she took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and walked beside him with newfound purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With each step, YN could feel a surge of confidence coursing through her veins. It was as if Drew's advice had ignited a spark within her, reminding her that she too had the strength to overcome any obstacles, whether they were within the realm of wrestling or the realm of creativity.
As they walked, YN's thoughts began to wander, weaving a story in her mind. She imagined a character much like Drew, a fierce and determined warrior who faced not only physical opponents but also the trials of the heart. Her fingers itched to jot down the ideas forming in her mind, the writer's block she had been struggling with fading into the background.
Drew noticed her thoughtful expression and nudged her playfully. "I can practically see the wheels turning in that creative mind of yours."
YN laughed, a newfound energy radiating from her. "You have no idea. I think you've inadvertently given me the inspiration I needed."
He grinned, clearly pleased. "Well, I'm glad to have been of service, lass. Just remember, that power walk isn't just for show. It's a reminder that you're in control of your path."
As they reached the end of the corridor, YN's phone buzzed with a message notification. She glanced at the screen and chuckled. "Looks like my best friend is wondering where I disappeared to. She's probably worried I got lost in the labyrinth of backstage corridors."
Drew chuckled alongside her. "Well, we wouldn't want that. Best not to keep her waiting."
YN nodded, her fingers already dancing across the screen as she typed out a quick reply. "Don't worry, I've just been getting some impromptu life advice from a certain Scottish powerhouse."
Her friend's reply came almost instantly. "Oh, I can only imagine. Is he teaching you how to execute a Claymore Kick too?"
YN grinned and showed the message to Drew. "Seems like you're gaining quite the reputation."
Drew laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, it's all in good fun."
As YN and Drew made their way back towards the main area, she couldn't help but reflect on how a simple question about his walk had led to a meaningful conversation and a newfound burst of inspiration. She realized that sometimes, the smallest interactions could have the most profound impact.
"Thank you, Drew," she said softly, a genuine warmth in her voice.
He clasped her shoulder, his smile kind. "Anytime, YN. Just remember, whenever you feel that writer's block creeping in, channel that power walk and face it head-on."
And so, with a renewed sense of purpose and a creative fire in her heart, YN bid farewell to Drew and returned to her best friend, ready to dive back into her fanfiction with a newfound determination. As she typed away, her fingers moving with a newfound rhythm, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected encounter that had turned her day around in the most unexpected and wonderful way.
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IM BEGGING YOU GUYS SOMEONE PLS WRITE FOR HEEL DREW 😭🙏
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The Scottish Warrior Drew McIntyre's baby sister gets attacked from behind
Drew McIntyre's baby sister y/n made her main roster debut her ring name is Zayla McIntyre and her first opponent was Sarah Logan and she hit the claymore just like her brother and gets the win but after that the Viking Raiders would get in the ring and attack Zayla then the crowd starts going crazy when zayla's brother Drew McIntyre's music hit Along side Drew was his tag team partner Matt Riddle they attack Eric and Ivar! The official came out and made the match a six person tag team match and Zayla & Drew & Matt Riddle got the win!
Sorry if it was a short one I'm going to learn to make imagines
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