#drew McIntyre fic

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WIP of the week

Drew’s little princess

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x black!oc

Warning: phone sex, Drew talks you threw it, uses of the phrase “daddy” and lots of other pet names. Soft dom vibes

Special tag: @cardierreh15 (not a wrestling fan but loves Drew)

A/n: I literally finished this, this morning on my way to work, none of it was edited it, and it’s a wip. My friends encouraged me to finish so here we are, this is a nameless oc sorry for that. This will most likely conclude my wip of the week, I posted another one yesterday day go check that out it should be added to my master list by the time you see this one. I chose this picture of Drew because he really is just so sweet and adorable. This was really more so inspired by a Quinn audio that I was listening to, if you haven’t heard of Quinn (not sponsored) it’s an audio erotica app, I fucking live it worth every penny.

I’m standing in the hotel bathroom all fresh, clean, and ready for bed. Despite getting the snot beaten out of me hard enough to make me sleepy, I’m wide awake. A sensation stirring inside me, at my very core between my thighs. My mind flashed back to earlier that night when Drew had me pinned to the wall, his fingers teasing me, and how he refused to finish the job.

“Dick head.” I scoffed, and rolled my eyes. I try to put it in the back of my mind, and get some sort of sleep. I crawl into bed, to my credit I had tried each sleeping position at least once, but to no avail did it work. I laid on my back, one hand resting on my forehead, the other placed on my stomach. My fingers twitched at the thought of Drew, and I fought against it because I made some stupid unnecessary promise to myself that I’d wait for the real thing knowing damn well we’d might have a rocky re-start. I put the sex between Drew and I to a halt because “I wanted to be a mature adult, and have a healthy fresh relationship,” well look where that’s leaded you, you dumb hoe. My hand slowly slid down my body stopping at my navel to caress the exposed skin of the heart shape cut out in my sleep dress. The soft touch was decent enough to work me up, but not quite enough, and I was becoming impatient.

I spread my thighs slightly, just enough to fit my hand between, and I instantly come in contact with my own wetness. Not too much, but just a few drops from my excitement, I sigh out loud knowing that if I were to do this alone I’d have to work harder for it. My eyelids were already drooping, half of me wanted to just rest so badly, and the other half wanted to be fucked through this goddamn bed. Right when I pushed my fingers between my labia is when my phone rung.

“Ugh, you gotta me fucking—

I turn over to look at my phone on the night stand when I nearly choke on my spit. Drew is calling me. Stupidly I answer the phone, I swallow thickly, afraid that he’d somehow seen what I was doing.

“Hello princess.” His accent never ceases to excite me, granted he’s worked on his dialect over time so it doesn’t sound so much like gibberish. He’s mixed his English, and Scottish accent well. I’m convinced it’s only something he could pull off, I sigh in an attempt to cool my temperature, and slow down my thudding heart.

“Still with that nickname?” Not that I was opposed to it, it was something that started off as a stupid joke meant to get on my nerves for the time being. But as we got closer it took a life of its own, not to mention the way Drew says it in particular.

“If the shoe fits. ” He quips, I snort, and now I’m starting to wonder why in the hell he called me. Before I could speak, he cut in with a soft slow start, “And it does fit you, no matter how tough you think you are, I know the truth.” I could hear the smirk on his lips in his tone, that pitiful spark of sexual tension I had earlier was being stoked. His voice caressed around my ear as if he was right next to me. He knew how to trap me, even after all this time apart, he knew what kinds of games I liked to play.

I hummed in response, I was barely able to speak, at least not coherently. “Yea? What truth is that Andrew?” I asked, my voice unintentionally shrinking.

“That you’re not so aloof to your effect on people, especially the men in your life. They’re all wrapped around your pinkie” He claimed, a bit of frustration mixed with lustfulness in his tone.

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

“And what about you? Are you coming to my every beck and call?” It was a genuine question, I didn’t care about what anyone else wanted from me, his attention mattered the most to me.

His end went silent, if it weren’t for his heavy sigh, I would have thought he hung up. There was some shuffling before he answered, “Feels like it, but I’m not complaining. Who am I if not a loyal servant.”

His confession sparked me back to life, suddenly no longer feeling tired, and the excited bumping of my heart dared to jump out of my chest. “Just say you worship me then.” It was a joke mostly, I wasn’t sure if he was picking up on my mood from over the phone.

“Are you lying down right now? On your back?” He suddenly asked, my head tilted, but I answered anyway.

“Yes.” I confirmed, my hand rested lazily on my lower stomach.

“So you were thinking about me then?” He didn’t need confirmation for that, it was just a habit I fell into, and that’s what stupidly told him about.

My body answered for me, the ache between my thighs stirred, and my back was already arching up off the bed. He took my silence as the confirmation he needed, a deep chuckle could be heard from his end. I’m glad he found this funny.

“Where are your hands?” He asked, my fingers twitched, and began to make circles on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and sent a shiver down my spine.

“On my lower stomach.”

“Listen to me very closely sweetheart, I want you to be a good girl and do as I say. Can you do that for me?” He asked gingerly, and I had no choice but to obey, how could I be a brat when he’s being so sweet?

“Yes.”

“Take your fingers, the middle and ring finger. Put them up to those pretty little lips of your, and suck on them for me.” He instructed in a soft voice, I stared up into the dark, and just as the tips of my fingers touched my lips he spoke again. “Close your eyes angel.” I could hear the grin on his lips, he knew me too well, and I loved that for me.

I let my eyelids flutter close, now being totally enclosed in darkness, my middle fingers in my mouth as I was told, and Drew’s deep voice caressing me. “That’s my good girl, I love it when you listen. That’s how you get rewarded isn’t it?” He chuckled deeply at the sound of my airy sigh, I imagined these were his fingers, and that his hands were caressing my breast. Despite what others may think, Drew was truly a gentle giant. He’s a teddy bear, and I reveled in the fact that he’s all mine.

“Now, I want you to spread those thick, luscious thighs of your sweetheart, as wide as they can go.” He instructed quietly, his voice sounded euphonious, he could talk the pants off anyone. My hand rested on my inner thigh, it didn’t feel nearly as good as Drew’s large, warm hands. The feeling of the way he grabbed me made me weak in the knees; he had a way of making me feel strong and beautiful, while simultaneously making me feel small and dainty.

I could hear shuffling on his side of the phone before he settled, “you still with me angel?” He asked, I didn’t trust my own voice, but I mustered a response.

“Mmh, I’m here.” I mumbled,

“Good, I know you’re not wearing any fucking panties are you?” He didn’t wait for my response, because of course he was right in his assumptions. “I don’t want you to waste any time, I want to put you to sleep tonight.” My heart melted at the gesture, I always had trouble sleeping, but not since Drew and I got together. If he wasn’t fucking me to sleep, he’s singing to me, talking to me, or watching tv till I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.

“Take your wet fingers and trace over that pretty pussy lips of yours.” He paused as my fingers slid over my luscious labia, the coldness of my fingers in contrast to the warm soft skin caused a slight throbbing that was hard to ignore. A chill ran over my body causing goosebumps, and hardening my nipples. The friction from the cotton dress made a sharp pain shoot across my skin, and right down to my core.

“Ah.” I moaned out, a tickle sensation arouse between my thighs, and all I wanted my Drew here with his hand wrapped around my throat telling me how pretty I was.

“I know baby, I know, but don’t touch your clit just yet. Slide one finger in, use the middle fingers just as I would have. Go slow, take your time, you’re gonna finish I promise.” I loved how I wasn’t expected to talk, he allowed me to enjoy the moment, but that’s all I could manage in this state regardless. I pushed my middle finger into my core, slowly at first, instantly I’m coated in my own slippery sap. This was Drew’s doing, “fuck you turn me on so much Daddy.” I whimpered, I pumped my finger slowly arousing myself even more, and when the throbbing started I lifted on leg back as far as it could go.

“Keep going sweetheart, I want both fingers as deep as you can go.” He encouraged me to continue, I paused for a second to put connect my phone to my AirPods so he’d be in both my ears. It took me a second to get back in rhythm, but soon I found my groove again.

My lips fell open, my eyes fluttering close as waves of pleasure ripples through me. Though it still wasn’t enough, the nagging throbbing from my brown glistening bud wouldn’t stop. “Ugh…fuck I need it, mmm.” I pouted, tears of frustration lined my eyes causing them to sting.

“I know, go ahead and take those fingers, and put them back in your mouth and taste yourself. Tell me how good it is.” He grunted out, the sound of his voice surrounding me, I laid there with my eyes hooded, half sleepy, half aroused. Honestly my favorite combination. “Damn, Im good.” I giggled sucking every last bit off my fingers, and letting them go with a pop of my lips.

“Why in the hell do you think I’m so feral about you.” He paused to instruct me further, “pull those gorgeous breast out princess. Just let them fall out naturally, don’t try and hold them together or anything. That’s it baby, I can see how comfortable you are, the way you’re laying with one leg back, spread wide for me as much as possible.” He inhaled deeply, “such a good girl for daddy, isn’t that right?” He cooed, a draft of cold air caressed my nipples, they tightened sharply.

“Ohh, Daddy please, can I come please.” I begged, he always had me feeling so sensual, yet animalistic. The way he talks to me, the way he touches me, it made me want to rip out of my clothes and let him have his way with me where we stood.

“You’re so sweet, I’d give you anything you asked, do it baby rub that pretty pink bud of yours. Fuck if I was there I’d suck on it, and wouldn’t let go tell you were a fucking mess in my hands.” He kept talking while I drew circles around, and around, slowly building myself to an explosive climax. I relaxed my body into the soft hotel cotton sheets, I didn’t wanna cheat myself by going too fast. I was trying to off my own greediness. “And oh my god how I love the feel of you in my hands princess, it’s all ever think about. That soft, warm cinnamon skin, god how do you always smell so good. I mean the fragrance mixed with your natural scent, and fuck that body.” I didn’t care if he was reading me the goddamn car manual, his voice was so mother fucking sexy I almost came right there.

“I know you don’t like talking about your body, but I swear every time I see your arse I just want to fucking take a bite out of it.” He groaned, I wasn’t sure if he remembered that I was here from the way he was rambling, but his high praises made me feel gooey. “Then those strong, yet squishy thighs…mmm makes me want to take my tongue, and run it over every inch of you.” He voice came out huskily.

“I’m so close.” I whispered trying not to disrupt my own flow by talking.

“Don’t stop princess, don’t you fucking stop, let me hear it baby. Let me hear how much of a good little slut you arm for me.” Still in the softest, yet gruff voice, Drew talked me into a climax more intense than I could have imagined. I knew for a fact it wouldn’t have been this good without him, my body convulsed, and that back of my head buried into the pillow as I arched my back as deep as I could. My thighs clamped close around my hand, my breaths deep, and shaky. I wasn’t sure how loud I was, but I couldn’t be bothered with something like embarrassment right now. All I could hear was Drew soothing me, I knew if he were here, he would have turned me over on my stomach, and rubbed my back till I passed out like a freakin baby.

The second my body relaxed I was falling asleep, and I didn’t even try to fight it. My tension had finally been released thanks to him, and he didn’t even have to touch me. “Get some rest princess, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Was the last thing I heard before the phone hung up, and I drifted off to sleep.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Can you do e number 11 for Drew McIntyre x female reader

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Gag Me (18+)

Drew McIntyre x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Use of gags. Cum swallowing. Slight choking.

Requested by @haley-elizabethpifer26 .Hope you like it.

WC: 465

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E11: Gags

When I first met Drew, it was around when the pandemic started.

We already took the next step in our relationship, and we both wanted to take it a but further.

But that was kind of hard to do when all of a sudden we have to wear masks everywhere.

Then Drew handed me a gift one day before going into work, where we would be wrestling to a room filled with just screens.

I have never seen him so giddy before as he watched me open the box, which had me closing the lid as quickly as I could.

"You said you wanted to train your throat. This is the perfect time to do it." He said as he opened the lid and pulled out the black mask, but this was no ordinary mask.

It looked like an ordinary mask on the outside, but on the inside, there was a chubby blue cock gag.

"You want me to wear this?" I asked him as I stared at the mask.

"More than anything sweetheart."

From that day on, I wore it.

And each and every night Drew would have his cock shoved down my throat, seeing how long I can have him down my throat for without pulling back.

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Now, Drew's new favourite is the wide open mouth gag.

He loves nothing more than to fuck me as hard as he can, my mouth pried open for his use.

Like right now.

I had drool spilling out my mouth, as Drew fucked me from behind.

His chest flush against my back as he plowed into me, his own grunts spilling from his lips.

His hand was wrapped around my throat, holding me in place as he ground his hips against my ass, his cock snug against that spongy spot inside of me.

"Gonna cum." Drew grunted as he pulled out of my pussy, and stood in front of me, jerking his cock as fast as he could.

He placed the tip on my tongue, continuing to jerk himself off as he looked down at me, and I looked up at him.

One long groan left his lips just as the first rope of cum landed on my tongue.

I swallowed what I could, but most of it just pooled in my mouth, spilling down my chin.

"That's a good girl." Drew muttered as he patted my cheek,

He undid the gag, and I quickly swallowed what was left in my mouth.

'You are always so good to me, aren't you?"

I was moving my jaw back and forth, trying to get some feeling back in it, but I nodded my head yes.

"Now lay back, and let me take care of you." Drew said, gently pushing me back on the bed, kissing down my body.

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The first chapter of “So Sweet To Breathe Your Name” is ready! What happens when Leslie McLean returns to Scotland and reunites with King Drew McIntyre, her best friend from childhood and unrequited love? Start reading and find out!

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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4.5: "Our Not-So Little Secret..."

Summary: Baron tries to set things right

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Honestly, this turned out pretty angsty, but fluffy ending, suggestive language, mentions of being a spicy dancer, lots of creative insults and curses, Baron being a little bit of an asshole, Michelle is wanting to throw her head through a wall.

A/N: I'M BACK. Holy guacamole, I am so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I started school and got a new job in September and my life was crazy, I couldn't find balance until now. I'm picking this series back up in a place where I feel like would be a nice transition? This is a smaller chapter, it's necessary for the plot (we learn some shit), but also it's a little warm up chapter for me to get back into the game and for you to remember where we left off if you've been following along. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting me! And as always, if you're liking this series and want to know when new parts are posted, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Much love to all of you <3

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch. 4

August 22nd, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

Michelle awoke with a start, only questioning for a short moment why she was awoken so suddenly before a heavy knocking came from her hotel door. She glanced at her phone to check the time.

6:42 AM.

"Fuck..." Michelle groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to curse again when she realized she slept with her make-up on.

Thud thud thud.

"Do you know what time it is?" Michelle called as she flipped the sheets over and reluctantly slid out of bed.

Thud thud thud.

"Actually, better question. Do you have a death wish?" Michelle shook her head and swung the door open, only to throw it closed again with a fresh ferocity as soon as she saw who was at her door. She locked the door and took a step back.

"Go. Away. Or I'm calling hotel security to remove you from the premises, you gargantuan, imbecilic douchecanoe." Michelle groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"Wow, did you break out the thesaurus for that insult? It really rolls off the tongue." Baron's chuckle was muffled through the door.

"I bet you couldn't even spell 'thesaurus', you overgrown beefhead." Michelle took a step forward and leaned her shoulder on the door so she could throw insults at him through the crack. She could feel her face getting hotter the more he opened his mouth.

"Oh so I'm a beefhead now? What happened to douchecanoe?" Baron laughed.

Michelle did not care to entertain his stupid question with a stupid response, so she crossed her arms and stayed silent. She heard him sigh on the other end of the door.

"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you." Baron's voice dropped low, Michelle almost did not hear him.

"Mission failed." Michelle muttered.

"Honest to God, I didn't." Baron quickly responded. "I wanted to talk about last night-"

"There's nothing left to be said!" Michelle's patience wore thin the more he spoke. "We'll never be friends, end of story. Never speak to me again, goodbye Baron."

Michelle kicked off the door and took a couple steps back toward her bed before his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I miss you calling me Thomas."

Her heart sank. The silence was so loud as she padded back to the door.

"Would you rather me call you Thomas while I insult and curse you out?" Michelle pulled the hair tie from her hair and twisted it into a bun. "Would that make you feel better or worse if I screamed at you, using your real name?"

"I miss hearing you say my name. You always made it sound so nice." His voice sounded so small all of a sudden, which made Michelle's jaw clench out of frustration as a sick feeling settled in her stomach. "I just want to talk about last night. I brought you something actually, can I come in?"

"Is it a knife?" Michelle joked, which made him chuckle softly.

"No, it's not a knife." Baron's deep voice rumbled. "Well, there's a little plastic knife in the bag, but that's just in case you want any cream cheese."

Michelle unlocked the door and peeked her head into the hall. Baron was dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display. He wore the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face as he nodded a greeting. In his hands was a brown paper bag and what looked like a to-go cup of coffee. The heat protector wrapped around the cup read "Einstein Bros."

"Good morning." Baron grinned a toothy grin when he saw her in all her morning glory. "Did I wake you up?"

Michelle just let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, you ignoramus."

"Sorry, sorry," Baron threw his free hand up with a snicker. "I don't want to get you all worked up again, please don't slam the door in my face."

"If you keep up with comments like that, I might. You're on thin ice." Michelle leaned against the doorframe and gestured to the bag. "What's that?"

"A peace offering." Baron offered her the cup and the bag, which she hesitantly took.

"Is it poisoned?" She asked as she turned away and walked back into her room, leaving the door open enough for Baron to let himself in.

"You have so little faith in me! No it's not poisoned." Baron let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door behind him and followed her to the little desk she sat herself at. "Its a hot mocha latte with oat milk and a bagel breakfast sandwich from Einstein Bros. Bagels."

Michelle's eyebrows crinkled as she dug into the bag and pulled out a to-go container. Inside was a hefty bagel sandwich, still steaming.

"I remember you loved Einstein Bros. when we were going out, and they have one down the street. So, I just figured..." Baron's thought trailed off as he sat on the bed behind her, giving her some space. He looked at his hands folded in his lap, then rubbed the back of his neck.

Michelle turned around, still looking confused.

"You remembered that?" A small smile curled on her lips.

Baron laughed as he nodded.

"Yeah, actually. I even remembered what you used to get on your bagel." Baron pointed at the box as he spoke. "Correct me if I got it wrong, but I think you used to get a cheese bagel, toasted, with chipotle spread, a scrambled egg, spinach, American cheese, and side a of cream cheese."

Michelle fumbled with the box as he spoke to double check the sandwich. She let out an incredulous laugh and stared at him with shocked eyes.

"How could you possibly remember all of that, that's insane." She grabbed ahold of the sandwich and took a big bite. She let out a hum and her eyes fluttered shut as the sandwich danced on her taste buds. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Baron smiled as he watched her absolutely demolish the sandwich. He tried not to laugh out of fear she might toss him out.

When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and fingers with some napkins and took a sip of her coffee. She turned her chair and attention to Baron and sighed.

"So, last night?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I was drunk and a huge idiot, I'm so sorry." Baron said with his lips in a thin line, disappointment on his face.

"Gotta do better than that, you have a lot of ground to make up if you want us to be anything close to cordial." Michelle shook her head.

"I wasn't in a good place when we first met, I honestly was the biggest egomaniac then, I feel like I've humbled since then. I'm not asking for another chance at being your...whatever we were. I just want to try to be friends." Baron sighed, his face turning red out of embarrassment as he recounted the past in his head.

"'Friends'? No, I don't think we'll be friends for a long time." Michelle took another sip of her coffee before she continued. "You were horrible to me. The only reason why I'm giving you the time right now to try to make this right is because we're going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So you gotta give me more than 'I've changed'."

"I have though, I really have." Baron leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"It's just going to take time. You can try to not pull stunts like you did last night." Michelle leaned back in her chair. "That wasn't cool."

"I am so sorry for that, I really am. I was a huge asshole last night." Baron nodded along as he spoke and dropped his head down in shame. "I think I was just angry with how we left things. I'm sorry."

"You can say sorry all you want, you have to prove it to me if you really want to fix this. It'll take time." Michelle sighed as she leaned forward and patted his knee. "Can you do that?"

"I can try, you'll be the judge of that." Baron chuckled and Michelle laughed along.

"Alright." Michelle nodded and took a big gulp of her drink.

There was a beat or two of silence before Baron spoke again.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, I reserve the right to not answer if I don't want to." Michelle smiled as she spoke and turned her attention back to him. "What's up?"

"Who else knows?" Baron played with the drawstring of his shorts.

"That we fucked? Or about 'Veronica?'" Michelle smirked.

"Both." Baron laughed a little at her choice of words.

"Danielle and Annie know about us and that I was a dancer. Darcy knows about us, but not about Veronica. Oh, and Drew knows about us." Michelle concluded by throwing her now empty coffee cup in the trash.

"Drew knows?" Baron cocked an eyebrow at the news.

"Drew knows." Michelle repeated. "We got to talking last night after you cornered me in the bathroom."

"And then he charmed the pants off you." Baron rolled his eyes with an insightful smirk.

"What are you talking about-" Michelle's annoyance raised in her voice but he raised a hand to quiet her.

"Cut the crap, Micky, we share a fucking wall." Baron groaned as he got up and clapped his hand on the nearest wall. "I heard everything. Kept me up all night, couldn't go back to sleep even after you guys were done."

"You're next door?" Michelle's face paled at the thought. Baron only laughed.

"Don't worry Veronica, all your secrets are safe with me." His smile was sweet, borderline fiendish.

"I hate when you call me Veronica." Michelle's voice grew quiet as she stood.

"I hate when you call me Baron." Baron crossed his arms with a stony look on his face.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give up any ground. When the silence was too much for Corbin to bear, he sighed and rubbed the top of his head.

"Man, you got a lot of skeletons walking around, huh?" Baron chuckled, which brought a small smile to Michelle's face.

"Can only keep so many in the closet, I guess." Michelle shrugged. "It's especially hard to when they grow as big as you are."

Baron rolled his eyes at that comment and shook his head.

"You're something else." Baron sighed. "Well, I won't keep you anymore, I'm sure you have packing and shit to do."

"I got a plane to catch, I think the girls should be here soon." Michelle wrapped herself in her arms and bit her bottom lip, uneasiness settling in her chest. "Thank you for stopping by and clearing the air."

"Thank you for letting me in." Baron took a couple steps forward. "Are we at a place where I can hug you goodbye?"

"Not yet." Michelle chuckled awkwardly.

"No worries." Baron backed up a step and nodded. "I get it, we need time. Lots of ground to make up."

"Yeah."

"Well I better get going." Baron started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later?"

"For sure." Michelle walked him out and watched him for a couple steps before calling out to him one more time. "Bye, Thomas."

Baron stutter-stepped and spun around with wide eyes for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

"Bye, Mitch."

Michelle closed the door to her now empty hotel room and let out a huge sigh, trying to release the pressure of anxiety in her chest.

"Fuck." she mumbled as she tossed her shirt off and stomped towards the bathroom to take a hot shower and try to brush off the bad parts of the last 24 hours.

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your last one shot about them being actors was so fun!! do you know how vogue or gq does those how well do you know your partner video? maybe they could do it? or the reader does a vogue beauty secrets video and rafe intervenes accidentally

oooooh that’s a great ideas anon, thank you for send in!!

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦

pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: vogue invites you to participate in their popular “secret beauty” series, where you’ll share your personal beauty routine on camera. filming alone in the comfort of your home, you’re deep into your routine when your husband, rafe, accidentally interrupts the shoot. what follows is a light-hearted and playful exchange between the two of you, filled with the kind of easy affection and banter that defines your relationship. rafe’s unexpected appearance adds a layer of fun and warmth to the video, showcasing not only your beauty secrets but also the loving dynamic between you and rafe. warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your living room, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern décor that you and Rafe had carefully chosen together. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chirp of birds outside. You were alone-well, almost alone-getting ready to film a special “Secret Beauty” video for Vogue.

You’d been thrilled when the invitation came through. As an actor, you were used to being in front of the camera, but this was different. This was personal, an opportunity to share a side of yourself that fans rarely got to see. And doing it in the comfort of the home you shared with Rafe made it even more special.

The crew had sent over the necessary equipment the day before, but you’d opted to set everything up yourself. It felt more intimate that way, just you and the camera. You’d arranged a small vanity area in the corner of the living room, where the light was best. Your collection of beauty products, everything from skincare to makeup was neatly laid out in front of you.

You did a quick check to make sure the camera was positioned correctly, framing the scene just as you wanted. Satisfied, you hit record, flashing a bright smile at the lens.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Y/n Cameron, and welcome to my Vogue Secret Beauty video. Today, I’m going to be sharing my everyday beauty routine with you all. This is what I do to keep my skin looking fresh and my makeup natural, especially when I’m off set or just hanging out at home.”

You reached for the first product on your vanity, a gentle cleanser. “So, I always start with a good cleanse. It’s really important to make sure your skin is clean before you do anything else. I’ve been using this cleanser for a while now, it’s super gentle and doesn’t dry out my skin.”

As you explained, you began applying the cleanser, massaging it into your skin with gentle, circular motions. “I usually spend about a minute doing this, making sure I get every part of my face.”

Once you were satisfied, you reached for a soft towel, patting your face dry. “Next up is toner. This one’s great because it helps balance my skin’s pH and preps it for the rest of my routine. I just put a few drops on a cotton pad and gently sweep it across my face.”

You demonstrated, moving the cotton pad across your skin with care. “It’s really refreshing and makes my skin feel super smooth.”

You paused, letting the toner absorb, and then reached for your favorite serum. “Okay, so this is one of my must-haves. It’s a vitamin C serum that brightens my skin and helps with any dark spots. I just take a few drops and press it into my skin, focusing on areas that need a little extra love.”

As you applied the serum, you glanced at the camera, flashing a playful smile. “Rafe actually loves this stuff too, even though he won’t admit it.”

You laughed softly at the thought, your mind wandering to your husband. He was out at the moment, running some errands, but you knew he’d be back soon. Knowing Rafe, there was a good chance he’d come back while you were still filming, which could make for an interesting and probably hilarious outtake.

“Alright, now that the serum is on, I’m going to follow up with my moisturizer,” you continued, reaching for the jar. “This is super important, especially after applying a serum. It locks in all that goodness and keeps your skin hydrated.”

You scooped out a small amount of the moisturizer and began applying it in gentle upward strokes. “I like to use something lightweight during the day, so it doesn’t feel too heavy under makeup.”

You were just finishing up with the moisturizer when you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Rafe must be back. You kept filming, wondering if he’d notice you were in the middle of something.

Just as you were about to reach for your eye cream, you heard his voice from the hallway. “Babe? I’m back! You won’t believe the traffic out there—”

He appeared in the doorway, stopping short when he saw the camera. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then a slow grin spread across his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, clearly amused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to face him. “Just a little. I’m filming my Vogue beauty routine.”

Rafe’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, so this is the famous ‘Secret Beauty’ routine? I’ve been dying to know what goes into it.”

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You already know most of it. You’ve borrowed half these products at some point.”

He chuckled, moving closer to inspect the array of products on the vanity. “I might have. You’ve got good taste, what can I say?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Well, since you’re here, do you want to help me with the rest of it? The viewers might enjoy a little guest appearance.”

Rafe looked at the camera, then back at you, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Hmm, I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not really,” you said, reaching for your eye cream. “Just look pretty and maybe pass me a couple of things.”

He laughed at that, pulling up a chair next to you. “Alright, I think I can manage that.”

You grinned at the camera, happy to have Rafe by your side. “So, where were we? Oh, right-eye cream. This is essential, especially on days when I haven’t had enough sleep. Just a tiny bit under each eye to help with puffiness and dark circles.”

You dabbed the cream under your eyes as you explained. Rafe watched with interest, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to check if he was doing it right.

“And now,” you said, setting the eye cream down, “we’re moving on to the makeup. I like to keep it light and natural, especially when I’m just hanging out at home.”

Rafe reached for the foundation, holding it up like a game show host presenting a prize. “This is the one, right?”

You laughed, taking it from him. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s really lightweight and gives just enough coverage without feeling heavy.”

As you applied the foundation, Rafe watched, leaning in occasionally to make funny faces at the camera behind your back, which you noticed only through the camera’s reflection. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay, now for some concealer,” you said, reaching for the small tube. “This just goes on any spots that need a little extra coverage.”

Rafe nodded sagely, as if he were learning some deep, important secret. “You know, I’ve got a spot right here,” he said, pointing to a non-existent blemish on his cheek.

You playfully pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to learn,” he protested with a grin.

“Sure you are,” you said, blending in the concealer. “Alright, now for a bit of bronzer to warm up the face.”

Rafe picked up the bronzer and handed it to you with a flourish. “Your bronzer, madam.”

You accepted it with a mock curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you dusted the bronzer along your cheekbones and forehead, Rafe looked on, clearly entertained. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which made you even more relaxed and playful.

“Next, some blush for a bit of color,” you said, swirling the brush in the blush compact. “Just a little on the apples of the cheeks.”

Rafe tilted his head, studying your technique. “Looks good. You missed a spot, though.”

You paused, mid-swipe, giving him a look. “Really?”

He leaned in, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Right… here.”

His touch was soft, and you felt your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, leaving you a little flustered, but in a good way.

“Thanks,” you managed, giving him a playful shove. “Now, let’s finish up with some mascara and a bit of lip balm.”

Rafe picked up the mascara, twirling it between his fingers before handing it to you. “Be careful with this one. It’s dangerous.”

You laughed, carefully applying the mascara to your lashes. “I’ll try not to poke my eye out.”

Once your makeup was finished, you reached for your lip balm, applying a quick swipe across your lips. “And that’s it! My secret beauty routine are simple, natural, and easy enough that even Rafe could do it.”

Rafe, who had been leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, feigned mock offense. “Hey, I might just take that as a challenge. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? I’d love to see that.”

He smirked, leaning closer to the camera as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should film a ‘Rafe Cameron Beauty Routine’ next. Show everyone how I maintain this rugged charm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. “I’m sure your fans would love that. You know, maybe we should actually do it. Could be fun.”

Rafe’s eyes lit up at the thought, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re on. But you have to be my assistant. I can’t possibly do it alone.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to turn it into a comedy routine.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “No promises, but I’ll try to keep it professional.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, your laughter fading into comfortable silence as you sat together, Rafe’s arm warm around you. The camera was still recording, capturing the easy affection between you, something that came naturally, whether the cameras were on or not.

Finally, you turned back to the camera, giving the viewers a warm smile. “Well, I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks so much for joining me on this little behind-the-scenes look at my beauty routine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

Rafe chimed in, his tone playful. “And remember, if you want a real beauty routine, stay tuned for the Rafe Cameron edition.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him again before waving at the camera. “Thanks for watching, everyone! See you next time!”

With that, you reached over and hit the stop button, ending the recording. The red light on the camera blinked off, signaling the end of the shoot. You leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a bit of relief that it had all gone smoothly, well, almost.

Rafe stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied grin. “Not bad, Mrs. Cameron. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warm flush at the way he called you by your married name. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice. But I think you might have stolen the show.”

He chuckled, reaching down to pull you up from your chair. “Hey, I’m just here to support my wife. And maybe sneak in a little screen time.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, letting him pull you into a hug. “You know, you actually made it a lot more fun. I’m glad you interrupted.”

Rafe’s smile softened as he looked down at you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. “Yeah? I’m glad too. It’s nice to be part of these little moments with you.”

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside your home feeling miles away. It was in these quiet moments that you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have found someone who understood you so completely, who made every moment, whether big or small does feel special.

Rafe finally broke the silence, his voice soft and teasing. “So, how about we celebrate our first Vogue feature with some takeout and a movie? Maybe we can critique my on-camera skills.”

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. “That sounds perfect. But I think you might just be a natural.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only because I have the best partner.”

With that, the two of you started to clean up the vanity, chatting and joking as you put away the beauty products. The light in the room was starting to fade as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

As you worked together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your life now, a life full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday moments that made everything else worthwhile. And as long as you had Rafe by your side, you knew that every day would be an adventure, filled with more joy than you ever thought possible.

[punishereditz]

Hot Topic

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! One use of y/n. Little bit of blood. Mentions of blood. Smut. Scratching (both sexually and non-sexually). Oral. Both F and M receiving. Praise kink. Breast play. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Marking. Claiming. Drew and the reader fighting over dominance.

AN: Do I have news for you guys. There's another fucking white man. There's another fucking white man of the month.

Word count: 3.3k. (I got carried away. Okay? okay.)

Summary: When Drew interrupts your promo so he can use you to gain his popularity back; he didn't expect the reaction you would give him. And he certainly didn't expect what he found backstage after...

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Monday night raw. You were trying to cut a promo. Walking back and forth in the ring. Talking into the mic. Telling the WWE universe your plans for your current rival, Zelina Vega.

You were on a roll. You had the crowd in the palm of your hand. Everyone's eyes on you in your tight leather pants and corset top. But you didn't just have the WWE universe's attention. You had Drew McIntyre's attention. You heard the sound of a sword clashing. Interrupting your words. You looked to the ramp to see the huge Scottish warrior slowly making his way to you. It made your heartbeat grow faster and your breath grow unsteady. This wasn't planned. It had you nervous. But you didn't let a bit of that show.

"So, you're the famous Ms. y/n that everyone's been talking about." He walked down to the ring, and he looked into your eyes as he stepped over the rope. He put his mic between his arm, and he reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone. He held it up and took a photo with you. What the fuck? You thought.

"Don't mind me. Since you're the new "hot stuff" here, I just need to use you to get my status back." He said as he tweeted the photo right then and there. Then he put his phone back. His eyes slowly grazing over your body. Sizing you up. He tried not to let his eyes linger too long on your thighs.

"I got to say. I'm not impressed." He chuckled to himself. "I've been hearing your name all over the lockers room and I've been seeing post after post. Headline after headline and now that I stand in front of 'ya... I think I'm starting to understand why you're the hot topic." He took a step closer. Towering over you. You had to completely lean your head back just to be able to look up into his eyes.

"You're just a pretty face." He said with a devilish smirk. You chuckled and you looked down. Taking a step closer. "Aw. You think I'm pretty?"

Your words caught Drew off guard, but he hid it. Just like how you're still hiding your nerves. "You're nothing more than all the other pretty faces that have had their one night of glory." You hummed and you started to walk around Drew. A crease between his eyebrows grew as he watched you. Not knowing what you were doing.

"So... Scottish Knight-"

"Scottish Warrior." Drew Corrected.

"Same difference." You shrug and your eyes racked up and down his body as you circled around him like a predator with its prey.

"Let me get this straight. And correct me if I'm wrong." You paused. "You come out here... interrupting my promo. Then you insult me?"

Drew's eyes followed you. "Yeah." He nodded. Speaking arrogantly.

You hummed. Placing a hand on his shoulder. Making his breath hitch. You slowly ran your hand down his chest. Over the leather. Your hands feeling the muscles through his jacket. His body tensing and his cock hardened as your hand moved along his back. Up on his shoulder and back to his chest.

"Honey... since you don't want to have any manners..." Your eyes stayed on your hand as you watched it move along Drew's skin. Then stopping right in front of him. Your hand on his chest. "I'm going to have to teach you some."

Drew's cheeks flushed lightly, but his cheeks glowed an even brighter shade of red when you dug your claw rings into his chest. Leaving three perfect long scratch marks on his chest. Blood coming to the surface. "Don't ever interrupt me again." You said coldly and you left the ring.

Drew was frozen there. He couldn't believe it. He looked down at his chest. His hand going to the blood. You just made him bleed! Drew wasn't sure if he should be pissed off or turned on. The cuts weren't bad at all. They were just deep enough for there to be a little bit of blood. Drew's felt plenty of pain in his career, but he couldn't get over this. You scratched him! He stormed out of the ring. Marching past the curtains. Asking crew where you are as he passed by. All of them not knowing until one said that you were in your locker room.

So, Drew made his way over there. He banged on the door; impatiently waiting. When you opened the door, he noticed you were still in that damn corset. He sighed and he pushed past you. Coming into the room rather you liked it or not.

"What was that for, huh?" Drew asked. His tone was firm and his stare intimidating.

"What?" You softly spoke and he walked closer to you. "Don't "what" me. You know damn well what 'ya did."

"I'm sorry. I just thought it would be the icing on the cake for the promo."

Drew noticed that you kept a soft tone and that you would barely look into his eyes. What was this? In the ring you kept a confident, seductive tone and kept your stare on him. It's like you're a different person right now. Like a switch had been flipped.

"You should be sorry." He growled and he tried to give you his meanest stare as he towered over you. When you looked away and you started packing your bag, it confused Drew. He wasn't sure if he did scare you, or if you were just unfazed.

"You okay? The cuts aren't too deep?" That confused Drew even more. You were checking on him? It made Drew smile. It made his heart skip a beat. The fact that you were making sure he was okay.

"I'm just fine princess." His tone was a touch softer, and he crossed his arms. Tilting his head as he watched you. He was starting to piece things together. The soft tone. Avoiding eye contact. Barely talking. You're Shy. Drew wonders how far he could push you.

"In a hurry?" He asked. Leaning against the doorframe that was nearly as tall as him.

"Guess so." Drew rolled his eyes at the dry answer. He wanted more.

"What for?"

"Just ready to be home."

"Hmm." He hummed and he leaned off of the door. Taking the short steps over to you.

"Someone waiting for you at home?" He stood only a few inches from you. Close enough that the smell of your perfume filled his nostrils.

"No." You shook your head and he smiled.

"Oh no? I would've figured there be a lad waiting for his princess to come home." He spoke teasingly and his eyes traveled up and down your body. Walking over to your other side.

Drew tried to think of something that would make you break. He wanted the fierce girl he was with in the ring. But how could he get that? Then it hit him. Sure, it would be mean, but it will work. Well, at least Drew hoped it would.

"Who are you trying to convince?" He suddenly said. Playing with one of your curls before he went over and leaned against your dresser. Giving you a dry look.

"I'm sorry?" You were confused.

"I was just wondering who you're trying to convince." He paused. "You know... that little act you put on out there. Them or yourself."

You didn't know where Drew was going with this. You scoffed and you looked down. Drew knew then he was getting somewhere with this.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You practically whispered.

"Oh. The confidence. I mean, it's clear you don't have it now. Your just an insecure timid girl. So, when you're in the ring and put on that mask of confidence and seduce of yours... are you trying to convince them... or yourself?"

You shook your head and put your things down. He was pissing you off. His plan was working perfectly.

"Who do you think you are coming into my locker room and aggravating me?" Drew had to bite back a smile.

"I'm just curious about you Princess." He walked over to you. Looking down at you with a smirk.

"Well, you got my apologizes for your chest. So, you can leave now." You said annoyed and turned back to your bag. Drew didn't move. He stayed in the same spot. Crossing his arms with a sigh. Staring at you.

"It wasn't a request." You turned back to him. His smirk growing. He took a step closer. The smell of your perfume driving him mad.

"I'm not going anywhere. At least, not until you answer me."

"Neither."

"Bullshit." You sighed, frustrated at his words. Drew knew he almost had you.

"Go on. Let that frustration out. Use those claws on me." He challenged and you furrowed your eyebrows. Looking up at him. You figured out what he wanted. He wanted it again. He liked it.

"No." You challenged back and Drew looked taken aback for a moment. But he quickly replaced it with a mean stare.

"No? No, you're not frustrated?" He didn't want to let you know that he knew you figured him out.

"No. I'm not going to sink my claws into you." You took a step back. "You can leave now." You turned your back to him to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you back.

"Are you going to show me what you're capable of... or are you going to keep being shy princess?"

You were torn. You were truly this shy person. The person you are in ring is who you wish you were. That person in the ring is the person that lives in your mind. Your mind filled with thoughts of leaving marks and claiming the big Scottish warrior that was Drew McIntyre. You just didn't know if you had the strength to do it. To do all the filthy things you wanted to do to him.

Oh fuck it! You grabbed his hair and pulled him down so that you would be able to reach him. Crashing your lips onto his. His body immediately following the action of yours. His large hands going to your waist. Lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around him. His hands gripping your ass. Your hands laced through his hair. Gripping his hair. He groaned into your mouth. Then he pulled away from the tense kiss.

"I knew you had it in 'ya princess." He huffed and you smiled up at him. You jumped down from his hold and started pushing his jacket off of him. He quickly got it and he started to untie your top. Pulling it down. He bent over and he took your breast into his mouth. Sucking on it. Whirling his tongue around your nipple. The he pulled his kilt off and he tossed you up on his shoulder. Carrying you over to the couch. He yanked your leather pants down. Groaning at the sight of your beautiful naked body in front of him.

Then he sat you down on the couch. He held eye contact with you until he was down on his knees in front of you. Grabbing your knees, he made you spread your legs. Pulling you to the edge of couch and placing both of your legs on the tops of his shoulders. He slowly ran a finger in your folds. Making you gasp. He used his middle finger to rub circles on your clit. Causing you to moan and close your eyes in pleasure. He chuckled when your body jerked as his movements got a little bit faster on your clit.

If you were this sensitive now, then he couldn't wait for what he was about to do. He moved his finger down. Rubbing your entrance before he slowly pushed his finger in. A louder moan coming from you. He curled his finger up. Smiling at the sight of your chest rising and falling. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Oh, he couldn't wait! He wanted to take his time though. He wanted to savor every little breath and moan.

"You're doing so good for me princess." He praised before he lowered his head, and he gently kissed your clit. Then he wrapped his lips around it, and he ran his tongue up and down. Lightly sucking. Your back arching and your hand moving down to grip his hair. Turning him on even more. His cock throbbing in his gear. The taste of your sweet cunt and the sound of your beautiful voice moaning his name was becoming too much for him. He was loving this. He couldn't decide if he wanted to stay between your thighs for the rest of the night or be fucking you right now. "So sweet." He raised up. His hands going to your hips. But you sat up. Moving back. Your eyes following him as he stood up and you grinned. He wants dominance? You think you can manage that. You looked into his eyes as you gripped his gear. Pulling it down. His cock bouncing out. You had to hide your surprise. No wonder he's so cocky.

"So hard for me..." You whisper and he swallowed hard. Trying not to let you see how badly your words affected him. But his cock gave him away as it twitched. You wrapped your hand around his cock. Slowly stroking him. A groan leaving his lips as he watched you, but then he moaned a little louder when you licked the pre-cum off of his cock. He wanted you so badly, but you were going to drag it out for as long as possible. You can't give him what he wants. Not yet.

So, you keep slowly stroking him. But you decide to take it just a step further. Gently kissing the tip of it. Then you kissed down the side. Then kissed down the other side. But as you came back up, you stuck your tongue out. Running your tongue up his cock. It twitching in your hand and against your mouth. You softly chuckled and you ran your tongue all the way from his balls up to the tip. Licking it. You finally put the tip of his cock in your mouth, and he moaned in pleasure. His eyes slowly closing. His head falling back. But he quickly looked down. Wanting to watch.

Watching as you suck on the tip of it. Your hand still working. It was the prettiest sight he had ever seen. Your lips wrapped around him and your eyes looking up at him. He had to look away to control himself and you had to hold back your smile as you pulled your mouth up until his cock wasn't in your mouth. Your hand still slowly stroking him. You knew you had him right where you wanted him. You could see the effect you were having on him, even though he was using all of his strength to hide it. It didn't matter how hard he tried to be strong, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You had him on a leash... and that leash was about to get tighter.

You took his cock in your mouth one last time. Taking it in as deep as you could. The tip of it in the back of your throat. A strangled groan leaving his lips. Then you stood up. Moving your mouth and hand away. Leaving him with nothing; and right when he thought you really were going to give him nothing, you pushed him down on the couch. Smiling devilishly down at him. He took a deep breath. Looking up at you with innocence. His hands going out to your thighs and his eyes going down to your breast. He was so flustered.

"What's the matter honey?" You gently grabbed his chin and tilted his head up, so he looked you in the eyes. His cheeks flushing a brighter red.

"Cat got your tongue?" You narrowed your eyes at him and smiled as his breath hitched when you placed the tip of your rings under his chin. "Go on.... Speak up."

He went to speak, but nothing came out at first. Struggling to find his words. "P-please." He stuttered. His words almost unnoticeable because they were so quiet.

"Please what? You're going to have to tell me." You moved so that you were straddling his lap now. His hands going to your hips and tightly gripping them. His eyes slowly racking up and down your body. This was getting too much to bear for him.

"Please... give me your pussy. I want it. I need it. I need to be inside of you." He begged. Looking up at you through his eyelashes. Giving you a pleading look on top of the begging words. God, it was so cute.

You placed your hands on the wall and leaned closer to him. Tilting your head down to his ear. "Good boy." You whispered. Your words becoming the fuel to Drew's fire. He couldn't take it anymore. He gripped your breast in his hands, and he brought his mouth down. Sucking on your nipple. Moaning in pleasure into your breast as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock. Taking the tip of him in you. Letting out a soft gasp as you try to adjust to him. Slowly bringing yourself lower until you were completely sat on his lap. Your walls clenching around him. Making him gently nibble at your nipple.

His hands gripping your breast tighter before they traveled down your sides. Finding a home on your ass. Your hands finding a home in his hair. Gently gripping it as your eyes closed, your head falling back as the pleasure took over. His cock twitching as you bounced on his cock. Sliding your hips up and down. A louder moan leaving your lips as the pleasure grew stronger. Slowly building up more. The knot in your stomach twisting further. Your breath getting heavier. Your hand pulling at Drew's hair. His cock hitting that spot deep in you that makes your head feels like it's spinning.

Your walls clenching tighter around him with each time his cock hits your g-spot. Making his cock throb. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wrapped his arm around your waist and with one swift move, he moved you down on the couch. Getting on top of you. Thrusting his cock deep in you. Taking your breath away. Your rings digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from screaming. "Oh fuck." He growled as he felt your fingers pressing into his skin. Causing him more pleasure. His slow pounds starting to speed up.

"You like that, huh?" You questioned teasingly through moans. "You weren't kidding when you said you wanted me to use my claws on you-" You let out a sharp moan as he thrusted deep in you. Barely being able to get your words out. His thrust making you scratch down his back. Your rings pulling down in his skin driving him absolutely crazy.

"Fuck. You're so tight. Feel so good." Drew said through grunts. His eyes closing for a moment before he looked down at you. "This is for me. Me only. I'm the only one that gets to see you like this. I'm the one that gets this cunt." He growled. His grip on the couch tightening until his knuckles flushed a ghost white. Trying to make this last for as long as possible.

"That's right." You moaned. "I'm yours." That was Drew's breaking point. He moaned your name as his climax crashed over him. His cock throbbing and twitching as he released his cum into you. His climax driving you into yours. Your hands scratching down his back as you came on his cock. Yours and his breath starting to slow as you both came down from the intense orgasms.

"Come on princess. Let's get you home. Then I'll show you what all I really want to do to you."

[livfastdieyoung69]

(wait…i have to pick?);*!

(can’t i just have both of you?);*!

[cowboywritersworld]

I love your scent

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Drew McIntyre Masterlist

Characters: Drew McIntyre, Reader

Prompt: 03. Sweater from Flufftober 2024 by @thepenultimateword

03. Favorite scent from Flufftober By @flufftober

Divider by @thecutestgrotto

You are laying down on the couch in Drew's locker room, zooming in and out of sleep as you don't feel really good.

He has some bits to do with Punk, you decide not to say anything to him, so that he can focus on his work. You smile softly when he kisses you on the forehead, standing up only after he is gone, rummaging through his bag, from where you take out a sweater you find.

You put it on, with it being baggy, given how big he is in comparison to you. It feels like it hugs you, exactly like Drew's arms would do. Laying back down on the couch, you sigh, taking in his strong scent: ever since you know him, you love it. Be it all sweaty or on a normal day.

You don't realize you fall asleep, maybe you are too tired due to that migraine you have right now. When the Scottish Warrior comes back, he looks sweetly at you all cuddled up in his sweater. He sits down next to you, gently moving a hand over your forehead, taking a strand of hair out of it.

He loves looking at you asleep and you don't move at that touch.

"Sweet dream, princess." He whispers, to let you sleep further. To make you more comfortable he covers you with a duvet, sitting there next to you until you wake back up. Looking at you like that, makes every pent up anger go away, he could look at you every minute of his life.

[madhatterbri]

Home | D.M.

Summary: "You may kiss an Irishman, but it's the Scotsman you'll take home,"

Author's Note: Take from a pic I found on FB. Happy MITB Saturday, babes. ❤️

Drew McIntyre Masterlist

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy

Pure Fiction

Drew McIntyre looked at the smaller Irishman next to him. His blood was boiling. Finn Balor, with his piercing blue eyes, didn't look at the angry Scotsman. This wasn't his idea. It's just a storyline creative made up to finish off Liv once and for all from Judgment Day.

"You think it's funny, don't ya?" He asked. Finn peered at Drew. His hairy chest is in line with his vision. "Think I won't beat ya again if ya start to get funny with my lady?"

"I...I," Finn cleared his throat. He wished they had picked anyone else in the locker room, but Y/N. Now, he was to deal with an angry Drew every Monday. "I would never mess with your little lass. We are going to kiss and part ways. I promise,"

Before Drew could speak again, Finn ran from the situation. Drew watched him leave. His anger wanted to boil over. This was one storyline he couldn't wait to see end.

The segment ended with a kiss between Finn and Y/N. It was believable, at least. The audience ate it up. She was sure that it would hit thousands of views in no time. Finn ran like a scared puppy the moment they made it backstage.

Y/N walked to the locker room and changed. She loved it when they booked her to be a part of the main event. Then she could change and make it to the hotel. Her locker room door was open when she made it.

"Hello?" She asked. Y/N wasn't aware of any other storyline. Maybe creative decided to come up with something last minute. She turned on the lights to see Drew sitting on one of the benches alone.

"Thought I'd wait for ya so we could drive to the hotel together," he offered. It almost seemed innocent. Perhaps a little too innocent.

"That would be great. Let me just shower since I'm disgusting," she accepted the offer. Y/N walked to the showers with her bag. She left it on one of the benches. Her ring attire was taken off, and she stepped in the showers.

The cold water felt great against her sore muscles. She sighed in content and rubbed her hands over the back of her neck. The sound of the water drowned Drew's footsteps towards her.

Y/N jumped when she saw him in her shower stall with a pair of shorts. He stalked over to her. Lust is the only emotion she could see in his eyes. Drew turned her around and pressed her against him. His hard on pressed against her.

"You may kiss an Irishman, but it's the Scotsman you'll take home," he whispered in her ear. She gasped when his wet shorts hit against the tiled floors.

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Desiree Simons(oc)

a/n: This was already posted once on ao3, but I figured the non ao3 readers would prefer to have it posted here on tumblr. My oc has a mini introduction if you wanna check that out, it lined to my pinned post. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how to go about this fic, but then Never Lose Me by Flo Milli—the inspiration—started playing and my brain instantly clicked on. Even though this is the same story still gonna tag my wonderful beta @insatiableorsmthn especially bc she’s not even a wrestling fan and put up with my man–splaining. Hope you all enjoys this, reblogs are appreciated, questions and comments are welcomed. Love ya ✨💜

Chapter 1: Never Lost You

Monday Night Raw

“Desiree, I’m serious; if you’re still not feeling 100, maybe it’s a bad idea to return early,” my dad’s worried face deepens over his end of the FaceTime call. When Hunter put together Becky, and I’s Wrestlemania match two years ago, my dad was the first person to know. To say he was happy is an understatement, that was the cause of our real first argument. My dad’s need to protect me kept clashing with not only original creativity, but also my independence. I lost count on how many times I had to tell him to stop handing me baby gloves. My vision for Wrestlemania was me finally stepping out of the shadows, proving that I have my own personality, and that I can be the main event without any help. He always supports everything I do, but he absolutely would not have it with the tables, latters, and chairs. So when I lied and told him it wouldn't be involved, I lied. Truth be told Becky didn’t want to put my knee through that chair, only after I begged, and wore her down about it she agreed to it. In the end, we were both proud of how everything turned out, that year's Wrestle Mania event sold out Madison Square Garden. I remember my dad waiting backstage that night with tears in his eyes, both tears of joy, and disappointment. From that point on my dad stopped asking about my matches, all he asks about is my health, and if I was satisfied with the outcome. However when he found out I’m returning earlier than what I was originally scheduled, that’s when he expressed true concern.

“I know, Daddy. I’ve thought about that…” I trail off for a moment as I weigh all my impossible options. My father’s Hall of Famer ring glints from the sunlight coming in from his patio window. That’s when my previous doubts about returning to the ring, got put to bed. If I want to be the greatest, better than my dad, then I can’t sit around the house all day. “I don’t have time to wait for 100 percent; you can’t become the greatest by waiting for perfection.” I caught a glimpse of the fire in my eyes from the reflective image through the phone, I can feel the way my eyebrows are pinching together, and my lips purse in resilience. The reassurance of my words were his reserve, any worries he had are long gone.

The smile on his lips shines brightly, and just then my mom pokes her head into frame. “Whatever you decide, you know we support you, baby girl.” She smiles warmly, her tone soft and loving as always. My heart aches as I start to feel homesick. I haven’t been home to Huston in god knows how long, but instead of crying about it, I suck it up so as to not make my parents worry about me.

“Alright then, you’ve put your foot down. I’ll let you go, I know you’re very busy tonight. Love you Dee.” He waved his hand, and my mom blew me a kiss. I kiss them back, and hang up the phone. I inhale deeply, collecting my thoughts; a plethora of emotions pass over me and I would like to get them all down to one constant before I step through the curtain tonight.

“I’m all done, girl.” My hair stylist, Janelle, fluffs my long curls. I look up from my phone, and into the mirror in front of me, my lips curl into a sly smirk. Everytime, she knocks it out of the park with every style I request of her. The pink highlights match my bright pink under eyeliner – not my favorite color, but I’m really trying to lean into showcasing my alternative fashion sense more on tv. I was originally opposed to a heel turn, I felt like the fans wouldn’t be into it, but I seriously underestimated them. Besides, I’m having fun pretty much getting away with being an emotionally spiraling asshole on TV. My outfit for the opening of the show is simple with a little bit of edge, but it’s still stepping on necks. You can never go wrong with all black.

“Yesss ma’am,” I dance around in a circle emphasizing my gratitude and excitement. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Thanks, Janelle – I’ll see you next month.” We hug, and kiss, then I go on about my way, making my way down the hall to catering. I pass a few people here and there waving and responding to small talk on the way by, until I spot Mercedes in the back with Becky. Upon seeing me, their faces light up, causing me to dance my way all the way to their table.

“Well aren’t you just glowing, bursting full of energy.” Mercedes slaps hands with me before I take a seat at the table. I steal a grape from her fruit salad, to which she playfully stabs me with her fork.

“Doc put me back together now I’m a real boy again.” I joke playfully, and Mercedes bumps her shoulder into mine, a sly smirk on her lips. Becky doesn’t buy what I’m selling her, so when our gazes meet, I silently beg her to leave it. She remains silent, but I know I’ll be getting an ear full later. Despite us all being booked tonight, it’s been so long since we were all in the same place at once so, we all sit around joking, chit-chatting for a bit, and it feels like picking up right where we left off before my hiatus. Time gradually begins to dwindle down for me, creeping closer to the match. Tonight is supposed to initiate a tag team with Drew and I versus Seth and Becky. I have yet to find Drew and catch up with him, though I would be saying I’m lying if I haven’t been trying to avoid him. I manage to steal another piece of fruit from Becky, and this time she doesn’t fight me on it. “Kay, this is where I leave you ladies. I’ll see you out there Becks.” I stand up from my seat, phone in hand. My eyes scan the room once to see if he was already here before I waste my time running all over the arena. I’m not surprised when I can’t spot him; Drew’s always been a chill loner type. I’ve almost never seen him hanging out with groups of people, it’s one of the things that brought my attention to him when we first met. He’s a quiet guy that lets his abilities speak for themselves, in more ways than one. A shiver runs down my spine as flashbacks detour my mind from the mission at hand. A week before my return, I had a meeting with Hunter, and Vince to figure out where the story should go once I return. We ran through a few ideas here, and there. They wanted me to go just skip ahead and go right for Rhea Rippley, but I wanted it to be as natural as possible. I felt like the previous story didn’t quite close how it was supposed to. So when I brought up Becky that’s what led to Vince’s idea of getting Seth, and Drew involved. “The ending of your story with Becky, will be the beginning of not only Drew’s story, but now the beginning of your feud with Rhea Rippley.”

I wave the girls goodbye, and set on my way once again. The amount of people in the hallways are thinner than they were a half hour ago. I pass a ref gently grab onto their shoulder, “Hey have you seen Drew.” They smile at me, no doubt happy to see me back, but when their lips tilt down in a frown, its all the answer I need. That was the fifth person that had come up empty and I was starting to think he either didn't make it to the arena, or left.

“Wassup DeeDee, lookin for your boyfriend?” Colby’s voice comes from behind, a knowing smirk plastered onto his lips when I turn to look at him. I roll my eyes deeply, ignoring the pain I cause myself, and fold my arms over my chest.

“Ha ha, have you seen him or not?” I cut to the chase. Colby is like the older brother I never wanted, always putting his big nose in business that isn’t his own. He shrugs his shoulders, a look of feign confusion etched across his face as he brings a finger to his chin tapping it. He takes his sweet time pondering, long enough that I begin to turn and walk away. Usually I’m in the mood to goof around, but there were too many things on my mind. Drew being the main one, and truth be told he’s been living rent free in my head.

“Geesh okay, okay, calm down. I think the doctor may have accidentally screwed your brain up in the process. What happened to your humor, Dee?” His frown deepens when I continue to stare him down; if my annoyance isn’t evident a moment ago, it sure is now. I shift the weight in my hips, my arms falling to my sides, and my hand coming up to pinch the bridge of my nose. I get a good glimpse at his outfit, and I won't admit to him out loud how well his new sense of fashion is working for him. He’s bringing out his Randy Savage, and Ric Flair in these outfits. I’m sort of jealous.

“It was my knee, you dumb ass, I injured my knee.” I tap my knee cap with the other hand, to which he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. His WWE Heavyweight Championship was an eyesore, and I am quite honestly tired of looking at it at the moment. It’s just a reminder of how long I’ve been gone, and just how many opportunities I’ve been missing out on because of this stupid injury.

“I’m sure you’ll find your…friend lurking in some dark corner, I passed by him like 30 minutes ago that way.” Colby jabs his thumb in the direction behind him. My heart speeds up unexpectedly, it’s been a year since I’ve seen, or even spoken to Drew.

“Thanks.” I mumble, my body already moving past Colby, he grasps me in the shoulder giving it a light squeeze, but then lets me go afterwards. I keep walking until I reach a break in the white brick walls. It's odd to place a break off hall here, but that’s why it made the perfect hiding place, I suppose. Looks like it’s used to store tools, and such. There he is, leaning against a crate with headphones over his head. His eyes are closed, and his arms crossed over his broad chest. He’s already dressed for the first segment of the night, he kept it simple in a pair of jeans, a merch t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. I don’t really want to disturb him, but I don’t really have a choice. “Stop being pussyfoot Des, and just do it.” I murmur to myself, taking a step forward. Drew’s eyes fly open, his head snapping in my direction. I squeak out of shock; his intuition is freaky and accurate. His eyes soften once he realizes who is standing before him. He pulls off his headphones and the sound of heavy rock bleeds from them piques my interest for a moment. We used to stay up all night till we fell asleep on the phone, talking about our favorite bands. Between me wanting to keep things between us private, and me letting my injury cause a wedge between us, it’s safe to say I felt responsible for ruining whatever it was we had. “Wassup Andrew, been a while, kid.” I play it off cool, I try to step away from our past, and just get through this moment. I should have known better.

He walks closer, his tall frame towering over me causing me to have to look up at him from this distance. “I would ask how’s the knee, but you seem to be just fine don’t ya, princess.” His tone is sharp and I’m thrown off by his response. Instantly, I lose my chill. My arms fold over my chest, an attempt to calm myself down, but he’s always gotten underneath my skin with ease.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I’m quickly reminded of the last argument we had, in fact all of our arguments usually start because he goads me into them. Every time, without fail, I fall into the trap. The corners of his lips pull into a smile ever so slightly. He had been waiting for this moment, to tell me off, to embarrass me. Drew didn’t care if there were five or zero people around, he’d say what he had to say.

“You had a career ending injury, you disappeared, you didn’t speak to me for what feels like an eternity, and you just pop up with a ‘Wassup’? Is that the best you got?” And there it was, the truth. He inhales deeply, his tongue sweeping across his lips to wet them. He isn’t done ripping me a new one. I deserve it, I expect nothing less, I didn't have a reason to close off all communication, I just wanted to be left alone. He can be so smothering at times, I didn't have the stamina to keep the facade up in order to spare his feelings at the time. So here I am, waiting for him to take me back in like a stray.

“I…I called you. Not once did you answer, and I know you think I want you to baby me. I don’t need that from you, I’m a grown man, I can handle rejection, but what I won’t tolerate is disrespect. So if you wanna sit here and claim that I wasn’t worth one fuckin phone call, and that all that time we spent together ment nothing to you, at least have the balls to say so.” Man that stings, I crumble under his gaze, those icy blue eyes softening, but he wasn’t backing down on his statement. I wish we could just laugh it off, and bury the hatchet, and maybe we could, but only if I’m really careful. I’m right at eye level with his chest, and I can’t help but think of how comfortable his body felt when he held me despite how muscular he is. No matter how mad he got, or how much we roughhouse, he was always very gentle with me. “Ya’aren’t even listening to me.” I’m snapped out of my day dream and back into the present, but before I knew it, he’s walking away.

“Shit” I curse to myself, and chase after him. “Hey don’t walk away from me! Drew!” He refuses to turn around which leaves me with no choice. I run and jump on his back. For once, I catch him off guard, he yelps out in shock. I manage to crawl around to his front side while hanging onto his shoulders. My legs wrap around his waist, and without hesitation, his large hands hold onto my hips, his grip tightens, and his nails lightly dig into my flesh. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, taking in his minty scent, and just hug him as tightly as I can. “They say ‘you don’t miss the water, tell the well runs dry’, and boy did I miss you the most of all, and I’m sorry I didn’t answer. I have so much I want to say and catch up on. If you want, can we hang out later, and I’ll answer anything you want to ask?” I unwrap myself from his torso, and slowly slide down, bringing his face with me. His thick beard feels soft in my hands. I want to kiss him so badly– anything to take me back to where we left off.

He hesitates and my stomach flutters. Finally, he says, “I’d like that.” His lips pull back slightly into a soft smile. I hold his face between my hands, not wanting the moment to end. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach refuse to settle as he leans in closer. He doesn't reject my touch, encouraging me to come closer, while I was in the mood to have him smother me with his body, I bring my arms around his torso. His long muscular arms wrap around my shoulder, and he holds me there. His chin resting on my head.

“Sorry to interrupt guys, but we gotta start walking down now.” One of the WWE officials informs us, my body jolts in surprise, I got lost in Drew, and I’s reunion that it didn’t occur to me that we actually have a job to do. I’ve never been one for PDA, and though we weren’t doing anything inappropriate, I still felt exposed. I drop my arms from Drew’s waist causing them to flop at my side, he, however, holds onto me for a second longer, and lets me go. Reluctantly, he peels his eyes away for a second to nod his head, but that intense gaze of his returns right back to me before I get a chance to exhale. He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it.

The walk from the hallway to the front of the backstage area is silent. As we get closer to the Gorilla, more people show up throughout the halls. “Alright, show time.” I sang in a melodic rhythm. As we approach the curtain, I catch a glimpse of Hunter staring at us with this expression I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“See ya out there, princess.” Drew spoke so only I could hear him. It’s not until I feel his warm hand squeeze mine did I realize we had walked all the way down here fingers interlaced.. I look over to Hunter and sure enough that was the reason for his odd reaction to us. His eyebrows pull upwards, the corner of his mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. I can feel my face getting hot. I know he won’t go blabbing to everyone what he just witnessed, but Colby knowing about Drew and I’s situationship is already one person too many.

Choosing to ignore it, I stand by the monitor and watch the events unfold. The Miz’s segment was always used as a tool to get the pot stirring between superstars, and boy is he good at stirring the pot. Colby and Drew seem to be going back and forth about whether or not Drew was worthy enough for a title shot. “You think you’re too good to face me? What, am I not cool enough for ya, Seth? I know I’m no Jey Uso, I know I don't come out here dancing every night, shaking hands, and kissing babies. So let’s get real Seth, look me in the face like a man, and just admit that you’re scared to face me. You’re scared to face me because you see how I turned your friend Roman Reigns inside out with a Claymore straight to the face!” Drew leans forward in his seat, the roar of the crowd rings throughout the whole of the arena from Drew’s call back to his match against Roman two years ago for the undisputed champion title. The tension between them is palpable, I begin to jog in place as I stand near the Gorilla, switching my weight from one foot to the other. Colby parts his lips to speak, but Beaky cuts him off, her voice coming out with a nonchalant arrogance. “Maybe you’re just not man enough.” The crowd goes crazy. I roll my eyes letting out a chuckle, Drew inhales deeply trying to retain his focus. Or rather trying to not lose his temper, and give into his anger, that’s the other side of the coin with him. He could be the sweetest, a complete gentleman, but man oh man is his patience thin. Colby cackles, throwing his head back with his mouth wide open.

Becky takes this as an opportunity to capitalize on, and really amp things up. “I mean, aren’t you supposed to be the Chosen One? And what exactly were you chosen for – to fail?” I felt second-hand embarrassment by her words, she’s really on a roll lately, and I can’t help but feel proud. She’s come such a long way, especially on the mic, and dare I say she could do this whole promo by herself ? Drew stands from his chair, Colby, and Becky follows suit. Drew throws his microphone to the ground, his composure long gone. They are beyond talking, the shouting match is now on the brink of a physical altercation. Becky pushes her way past Colby, and shoves Drew in the chest as hard as she can. Her improvisation threw them all for a surprise – Drew’s eyes widened, I wasn't sure what his next string of words were, but Colby sure as hell didn't seem to like it. By the time they hit my music, Miz had already exited the ring, and is now watching from the commentary table.

Spitbrain ft. Willow—Purge

Purge, you can't take it away

Purge, you can't take it from me

Sink into the dark, I can't seem to find myself (Oh, oh)

I tried to come back but it's so hard (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

I don't know the truth anymore, perspective shattered to the floor

Fucking up like most of the time, coming to terms with all of my lies, not taking advice (I don’t really wanna know)

Tryna find my way to the light, through traps in my mind, it's gonna be fine, it's gonna be fine

My entrance music blasts through the arena, and the crowd pops for me harder than I had expected. I dance my way to the ring, slapping hands with a few fans, and waving to some. An official sitting by ringside hands me a mic before I climb in between the ropes that Drew is kind enough to hold open for me. As I stand from my bending position, our gazes meet, his eyes are on fire. I slap him on the chest playfully, and he flexes his pectoral muscle. ‘Show off.’ I think to myself, not nearly as annoyed as I pretend to be. Instead of acknowledging Becky and Colby, I turn towards the crowd. I climb to the top turnbuckle and the audience jumps to their feet, shouting and clapping. I make sure to show the other three sides of the crowd the same love before I come to a halt between Drew, Becky, and Colby. Before speaking I revel in the reaction of the crowd for a moment longer, then bring the mic to my lips, “I guess you ran out of female competitors huh, Becks?” My face morphs into an expression of feigned confusion, and my heart thudded with an unexplainable excitement, but I pull myself back to reality before I spiral too far.

Becky smirks, “pretty much – I mean, ever since I made you tap, the competition has been slim. How’s the knee by the way? Must have been hard recovering something that's been smashed to thousands of bits by a steel chair.” She gloats haughtily, her lips turned upward into a sly smirk. My head drops; I re-enter the darkness of those twelve months. Becky’s words stung, reminding me that I let my ego get in the way, I was so desperate, I needed the fans to love me because I earned it, and not because my fathers last name is attached to the main event.

Colby could be heard from behind Becky, “Ohhhh!” Ever so quietly, I cough as an attempt to not break character, and laugh.

“Crazy, because I’ve been gone for a year, and some change. But you have not challenged Rhea for the title yet, it seems to me that it’s you that ain't man enough, Becky. Sigh, I guess you were just riding the wave till I returned so you could hop onto my coat tails, and use me for clout like you always do. I mean, when’s the last time you had an original thought? Your merch should start sayin ‘Seth’s Mini Me’, instead of ‘The Man.’” I was starting to feel that fire burning at my core, the fire that’s gotten me through some of my toughest days of recovery. “All you are is a one trick pony, and I think your show has already played its last episode!” I don't give her a chance to react, I drop the mic, and kick her in the gut. I turn to grab her head into a reverse headlock, and then drop her into a Stunner. Following my lead, Drew pushes Colby, he goes for a counter, bouncing off the ropes, but Drew catches him mid way with Glasgow Kiss straight to the skull. The sound of two skulls connecting like that is enough to make a person vomit, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. Colby drops immediately after Drew’s head butt, the crowd roars to life, and I’ve never felt more alive in my life. I snatch a mic off the floor, “If you think you still got it in you, Becky, how about the two of us duke it out for a title shot against Rhea! You know where to find me when you regain consciousness.” I threw the mic down, and look out into the crowd. My music plays, Becky musters the strength she has left to pull Colby out the ring, and they both stumble up the ramp. I turn to see Drew’s forehead is bleeding, I’m a little worried at first, but he’s already enveloping me into a bear hug lifting me up off my feet. Still bleeding, Drew held the ropes open for me again, and we made our way up the ramp. His harm is long enough to wrap around me twice.

When we make it back behind the curtain, the medical team is waiting with all types of tools to put Drew back together. I stand to the side for a moment to let them work, but I start to feel awkward being of no help, so I turn to leave. I don't get far before his hand reaches out and grabs my wrist. He holds me in a firm grip, and with one eye open he says, “Come find me.” He doesn't let me go till I nod my head confirming that I indeed hear him, and promise to find him after all the hype has calmed down. He slowly let me go. Our fingertips graze each other, the electricity that sparks between us sends a shiver down my spine right between my thighs. Even if my mind has forgotten Drew, my body hasn’t.

I finally made it to the locker room to prepare for our tag match later tonight. Becky is already ahead of me as she stands in front of her locker half dressed. There’s quite a few other women scattered throughout, but they all seem to be in the zone so to speak. Bayley nods her head in my direction but nothing more, so I respect her space and throw her a smile from a distance. “How you feelin’?” Becky turns to me, a soft smile on her lips, I want to answer honestly, but I’m not in the mood to make a display of myself while everyone is around to listen.

“Feelin’ like money, as always. The boys looked good out there, especially Colby, you gotta get me in contact with his stylist.” Swiftly, I change topics. I know she’d ask me for a third time later, so I decide to save it till then. Taking the hint thankfully, Becky’s can-do attitude amps back up and the mischievous smirk from earlier is back. She bounces on her tiptoes, then beats her chest before responding.

“Yeah we’ll see about that, DeeDee, all money on me tonight.” She laughs with her mouth open, and head thrown back. My heart flutters with joy knowing our dynamic is the same as it was before I left. I had put her in a tough spot with that whole WrestleMania ruse. I stride over to my duffle bag to pull out my ring gear, smiling to myself, proud that it came out exactly how I drew it. I sort of got inspiration from Mugler, and just ran with it. An all black leotard, with leather, and sequence detailing. I step my legs through my tights carefully so as not to rip them, then I pull on my gear over that, and sure enough it fits like a glove. The sleeves are made of mesh with sequins, that I glued on one by one throughout the entire sleeve. I top it off with a pair of black Jordan 11. Now that I’m finally suited up, I feel like I’m officially back, and I take a moment to bask in it. My phone suddenly buzzes from inside my bag, when I see who’s texting me it’s Drew. My breath hitches, seeing his name flash across my screen, made my face heat up, and the good memories outweighs the guilt of me ignoring all his calls last year. I shake my head to clear the impending depression, and tap on his text.

Drew🧸: Where are you?

I quickly shoot him a text that I just got done getting ready, a moment passes before he replies.

Drew🧸: Come find me when you’re done getting ready.

I can’t hold back the smile when I see his reply, his voice in my head as I reread it. Knowing him, he's exactly where I found him before– he takes his pregame very seriously, and doesn’t like to be bothered. Fortunately for me, I'm an exception to that rule. It was a little tricky finding that same hidden hallway seeing as my starting point is from a different side of the arena. After walking around aimlessly for a little bit I finally find him on his own, with his headphones over his head. He’s doing wall push ups. Slowly approaching him, I just stand and admire for a while. The way his arm muscles flexes as he pushes himself off the wall reminds me of the way he used to use my body as weights for fun, our unhinged version of foreplay because workouts always led to sex. I get lost in the memories for a moment, then, “You’re going to have to stop biting your lip like that.” Drew’s soft, yet deep voice pulls me back to reality in time to notice how much closer he’s gotten to me. No matter how long we’ve known each other, I still haven't quite gotten over his size, 6 '5, 275lb, I’m always having to look up at him when we're this close. ‘They don't build ’em like this in America.’ I think to myself. He flexes his pectoral muscles as he takes a few more steps towards me, I drop my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed for drooling. He reaches out to grab my chin gingerly, as if he might break me if he’s any rougher.

“Don’t look away from me.” He demands softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his resolve is one of the things that caught my attention. For such a large man, he can be incredibly tender and I don't know what is about that that turns me on so much.

“How do I look?” I ask awkwardly, he doesn't break his intense gaze as he quickly gives me a once over, then he steps back for a moment. I felt naked, and on display, his eyes slid over each detail. He slows to a temporary stop at my chest, you couldn’t see much of anything with the way the designs cover me, but the size of my breast is prominent. His gaze lingers before he continues to move down my body, he tilts his head to the side, a pensive expression passes over his face, and at this point I wasn’t sure if he was still present. I jolt a little at the sound of him suddenly speaking.

He twirls his index finger, “Give me a 360.” On cue, I slowly turn, giving him the full display of my gear. I feel his eyes taking me in from head to toe, one hand on his hip, and the other on his chin, scratching his beard. I bring my leg out and lift my foot up for him to see my shoes. He nods his head, and a look of impression crosses his face.

“Oh, nice touch with the Jordan’s. You look great, Rey, absolutely gorgeous.” He compliments me, and I come in closer, my hands pressing to his chest, and slowly sliding up to his neck. Or at least as far as I can reach. His arms wrap around my waist, and his hands slide up my back before coming to a rest on my lower back. I originally came here to talk, but as usual, my mind and my body are not on the same page. “We could pick up right where we left off, but I think we’re going to have to work at it very slowly, is that okay with you?”

Like an idiot, I moan in response. I’m at a loss for words; the only thing I can compute is how his hands feel on body. He finds a tiny opening of skin on the back of my neck where the zipper to my outfit stops. He takes my response as a sign to keep going, pressing his lips to my neck, and I don’t protest. Instead, I tilt my head back, giving him the space he needs. I feel him kiss the shell of my ear; Drew inhales my scent deeply, “You’re such a good girl, that’s why you always get so much attention from me, even if you made me wait a whole year before I could see you again.” His hand slides between my thighs, caressing me over the fabric of my gear, and I’ve never wanted to rip off my clothes for a man so badly in my life. “Which means, it’s only fair that I do the same.” The meaning of his words don't hit me until he fully steps away, withdrawing his hand and everything. As if I could look any more dumb than I do right now, he boops me on the nose, and walks away with a devious smirk on his face. Leaving me to simmer in my own juices.

[seasonal-depression-of-punk]

They left pieces of each other in that cell.

Pieces that they’ll never get back.

[slutfortheeclaymore]

“A Warrior’s Heart” my Scottish Warrior Drew story is also ramping up. Though their affair is hot & heavy, the jealousy both Drew and Deely have below the surface explode at, of all places, Sheamus’ wedding! How will Deely feel about being forced to watch Drew live a lie? How will Drew deal with a potential new threat to Deely’s affections! Start reading and find out!

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●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."

[thlayli-ra]

'Three Drews'

For @elementaldoughnut12 who always puts Drew in the cutest outfits in their fics! I couldn't decide on one, so here are my favourite three! 😊

(Full images and links below - please give Doughnut's awesome writing some love!)

From 'My Little Starlight Doll'

From 'You're My Purpose'

From 'My Boyfriend is a Cute Nerd'

[afterdarkprincess]

🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

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The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

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[freakin-nightmare]

suit punk and drew in his trunks did something to my brain like????? drew being all so submissive for him?????