#drew mcintyre x reader smut

[rafedarling]

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.

[damiansgoodgirll]

don’t break my heart part 9 ❤️❤️❤️

WE ARE BACK BABY!

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8

terror twins x platonic!reader, the judgment day x platonic!reader , drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️SMUT!!! so stay away kids , aftercare, mention of loneliness, fear of abandonment, depression, panic attacks, anxiety, fear of rejection‼️

DON’T BREAK MY HEART - PART 9

“what did rhea do?” damian asked a little confused.

“she hates me…” you whispered, your voice broken from crying.

“she doesn’t hate you, she could never” the man knew how close you two were so he found it impossible for her to even hate you.

“did she say something?” drew asked.

“she was disappointed…she got mad cause she lost, she wanted me to help her out when raquel appeared but i didn’t, i couldn’t, both hunter and adam forbidden me to go otherwise we would be risking a month fine…but maybe i was wrong, i should have risked it for her, she’s always been there for me and the one time she needed me i wasn’t there…” your soft voice echoed in the room as some tears kept falling down.

“listen to me hermosa, she doesn’t hate you, she could never hate you, yes, she’s stubborn and proud but she will never hate you, i’ll talk to her and we’ll figure it out” damian’s words somehow reassured you and you relaxed a little more into drew’s touch.

……………

“priest” rhea called him when she saw him in the hotel lobby.

“what did you tell her?” he asked, straight to the point.

rhea knew exactly what he was talking about “listen i…”

“no, you listen to me. what the fuck happened? why did you have to blame her? was it really her fault or you couldn’t accept that you lost?” maybe damian was being too hard on her but he knew it was the only way to make rhea understand her mistake “you screamed at her? rhea what the fuck? seriously?”

“listen i’m so fucking sorry about what happened, i wasn’t thinking”

“yeah, you weren’t thinking! rhea, you know better than to scream at her, you fucking scared her. you better apologise to her or we are gonna have a problem…” damian was serious about this, about you. he always cared about you, about your well being and seeing you so torn down because of something his best friend did was making him even angrier.

“i will apologise to her, i will, i promise” rhea felt guilty. she knew she went too far. she regretted saying those words the moment she saw the fear in your eyes. the moment she saw the tears in your eyes. she felt sick, as if she was a monster “how is she?”

“she’s with drew now, she’s in good hands” damian didn’t want to talk about the painful panic attack you had earlier, it pained him too much and the idea of having you crying in his mind was enough to make him sad again.

“he’s good for her” rhea softly smiled, thinking about how much she wanted to protect you from drew at first and how now he was the one protecting you from her.

“yeah…” damian softly smiled “rhea, you apologise” he reminded her.

“i will, first thing in the morning, she needs to rest now, i feel like we all need to rest” the woman said, feeling all of her pain in her body.

“absolutely…whatever happens, call me” damian said before saying goodbye to rhea as they all approached their rooms.

unbeknownst to them, liv and dom heard the whole conversation and they knew what cards to play in the future as they were already plotting a sweet revenge to make you and rhea hate each other. liv didn’t really care about what happened between the two of you but her interest was caught when damian said that she scared you, that you got afraid of her and that is what she’s going to use to bring you on her team and let you leave rhea’s graces for once.

in the meantime drew helped you changing in some fresh clothes and getting you ready for bed.

“i’m so tired…” you yawned.

“i am too, and i barely died out there” he joked making you laugh.

“how are you feeling? does your head hurt?” you asked him, a little worried.

“it hurts a little…nothing i can’t handle” he smirked making you smile a little.

“you got me so worried out there…”

he looked at you. he knew the hell in a cell match was going to take a big tool on him but he didn’t really think much about you and his family might have been affected by that too. “i know…i’m sorry…” he felt a little guilty.

“it’s okay…at least you are here…” you softly smiled before let his big arms wrapping you close to his body.

“rest love…” he whispered and before you could even realize it, you were already falling asleep.

…………

as the sun came out, you lazily stretched your legs and arms into the bed. slowly realizing that drew wasn’t next to you, instead he left a note.

i have a check up visit this morning, i probably won’t be there when you wake up. you looked too peaceful for me to wake you up so i let you sleep. enjoy your free morning, i’ll see you in a couple of hours.

love,

- drew

you smiled, thinking about how he even took time writing you a note instead of a simple text message.

you weren’t surprised to find yourself in the gym early that morning. after the way last night had gone, you needed the distraction and the fact that you had time for yourself, you needed that distraction more than ever.

rhea had been pissed - more than pissed. your mind kept thinking about last night. she had yelled at you, voice sharp and cutting, frustration pouring out of her in a way you hadn’t expected. you didn’t even know where it had come from. yes, she was mad because she lost but you never expected her to be that mad.

she was going off, anger spilling out before she finally stormed off, leaving you standing there with your heart sinking.

you hadn’t slept much after that. even drew could sense it - probably the reason he didn’t wake you up when he left.

so here you were, throwing yourself into your workout, trying to shake the tension still sitting heavy in your chest. you didn’t hear her come in, but you felt it the moment she was near.

“hey…”

you turned, catching sight of rhea standing a few feet away, looking…regretful. her usual confidence was dimmed and she was fidgeting with her wrist wraps.

you didn’t say anything, just waited.

she sighed, running a hand through her dark hair “i fucked up.”

you stayed quiet.

rhea exhaled, stepping closer “i shouldn’t have yelled at you last night. i was mad about other shit and i took it out on you. i blamed you and that wasn’t fair” her voice softened “you’re my best friend, and i messed up.”

the sincerity in her voice cracked something in you. the anger you had been holding onto wavered, replaced by something else.

“yeah…” you muttered, still a little guarded “you did.”

rhea nodded, accepting it “i’m sorry, really.”

for a moment, you just stared at her, weighing the words, the emotion behind them. you knew you couldn’t stay mad, then, finally, you sighed and nudged her shoulder.

“you owe me a coffee…”

a grin tugged at the corner of her lips “done”

just like that, the weight between you started to lift “so…drew?” she asked, already knowing what she wanted to know and you pretended you didn’t hear that.

………..

as months passed, your bond with drew grew stronger and closer. he took time off to cool down after the injuries he sustained during the match and you were managing life between work and home.

you got used to the little routine of coming back home from a trip and being spoiled by drew’s cooking or drew’s hands massaging your body after a rough match.

in those time you also got yourself a title opportunity to be the first women us champion and you couldn’t believe that you were the finalist for that title.

drew couldn’t be happier. rhea and damian too. things were finally starting to work.

no nightmares. no panic attacks. no anxiety. just a lot of love and support from the people you loved the most and you couldn’t be more grateful.

drew also had a match the same night you were fighting for the championship and you actually were so excited to see him fighting again.

the energy backstage was electric. the whole night had been leading up to this - two huge matches, two moments that could change everything. and somehow, you and drew were both right in the middle of it.

your match was up next, but you weren’t thinking about that yet. right now, your eyes were locked on the monitor, heart pounding as you watched drew in the ring with sami.

it had been a war. neither of them had held back and you had winced more than once watching drew take hit after hit. but he had powered through - like he always did - and now, after one final claymore that nearly took sami’s head off, drew had done it.

the referee’s hand hit the mat. one, two, three.

you didn’t even think - you just cheered, grinning as you watched him push himself up, chest rising and falling, sweat dripping from his forehead. the crowd was going insane, his music blasting through the arena.

you knew how much this meant to him. you knew how hard he had worked, how much he had needed this win. his big comeback and he brought the victory home.

but suddenly now it was your turn.

your match was a blur of adrenaline and instinct. you fought with everything you had, pushing past exhaustion, past the ache in your muscles, past the voice in your head telling you to slow down. because this was history. this was your moment. your big opportunity to show everyone you could do it.

your big push.

to show your family, your fake friends “i made it.”

and when the final bell rang, when the referee raised your hand and handed you the brand-new united states women’s championship, you barely had time to process it before you turned toward the entrance ramp where drew was standing, watching.

he had changed out of his gear, but his hair was still damp, and his eyes - god, his eyes were shining with pride.

you barely had time to breathe before he was in the ring, arms around you, lifting you off your feet as the crowd roared.

“you did it…” he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

“we did” you corrected, gripping the title with one hand and holding onto him with the other.

you didn’t care if you didn’t come out yet with your relationship. it was pretty obvious now to everyone that you were together. making liv and raquel plans to destroy you and rhea go to hell - as they wanted to bring your secret relationship with drew into their mess.

rhea and damian were watching backstage like proud parents.

“she did it…” damian whispered, rhea nodding along.

drew was still holding you as confetti and fireworks echoed through the arena.

you just made history.

you both had your moments tonight. but this - this moment with him, was the one you’d remember forever.

“this is gonna go down as the best thing that happened in the company for years” drew whispered in your ear making you laugh.

as soon as you both got backstage, the noise from the crowd still echoing in your ears, drew didn’t waste a second.

before you could fully process everything, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you into him, and kissed you.

it wasn’t just any kiss. it was deep, slow, full of every emotion from the night. pride, relief, love.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours as you were barely standing on your feet and you could feel his breath mix with yours.

“i’m so proud of you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. his hands found your waist, thumbs brushing soft circles against your skin “first-ever us women’s champion…love, you made history tonight.”

you smiled, looking shortly at the shiny belt in your hands as still breathless you whispered “so did you. you killed it out there.”

he chuckled, shaking his head “watching you win felt better than my own match.”

you rolled your eyes but felt your heart squeeze at his words. before you could say anything, you both heard your names being called from different directions. media time.

he groaned, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before stepping back “guess we gotta go be professional now.”

you smirked “don’t sound too excited.”

with one last glance at each other, you split off. drew heading toward his interview, and you toward yours.

hours later, after the whirlwind of interviews, - asking you both of how you felt about the victory and how long you and drew had been dating - photos and endless congratulations, you finally made it back to the locker room and took a quick shower before going straight to the hotel.

the moment you stepped inside the room, you let out a heavy sigh, kicking off your shoes and tossing your championship onto the bed. your whole body ached, but it was the best kind of exhaustion.

drew came in behind you, shutting the door and immediately pulling you into him from behind, arms wrapping around your waist.

“long night” he murmured against your shoulder.

“worth it…definitely worth it” you sighed, leaning back into him.

he hummed in agreement before gently guiding you toward the bed “c’mon, let’s get some rest, champ.”

you smirked as you climbed into bed “you too, champ.”

he chuckled, sliding in beside you, pulling you close.

“tonight was just the beginning” he whispered.

and as you lay there, wrapped up in each other, title resting nearby, you knew he was right.

“i guess so…” you knew he was right and from that moment you were going to prove yourself even more.

you looked up at him for a moment, admiring him in all of his glory.

“what?” he smirked down at you.

“oh, nothing…is just, you’re so handsome. and strong. and tall…” you smirked back “i wonder how did i manage to pull you.”

“i’m the one who’s winning in this relationship you know? i’m the one wondering how someone old like me managed to pull someone so gracious and perfect like you…” - you thought for a moment about his words.

“we’re just soulmates i guess.”

he never believed in soulmates. he never believed in love at first sight but he knew he was fucked the moment you two got closer. you were like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough of you. “come here…” he whispered softly as you shifted from his side to his lap.

“feeling nasty tonight uh?” you teased making him laugh.

“it’s you.”

his smirk deepened, but he didn’t say anything, at least not with words. instead, he tilted your chin up, catching your lips in a slow kiss.

it started soft, teasing, but it didn’t stay that way.

drew’s hand slid up your back, pulling you against him and you gasped against his mouth.

that was all the invitation he needed.

before you could process it, he was shifting, strong hands gripping your waist as he effortlessly hold you closer onto his lap.

his huge lap. you almost vanished in comparison.

you swallowed hard, thighs straddling his as his hands settled on your hips, holding you in place.

“that’s better…” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again, hungrier this time.

you melted into him, your fingers playing through his long hair, tugging just enough to earn a low growl from deep in his chest. his hands moved, slipping under your shirt, rough palms dragging over soft skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

you could feel him - all of him - beneath you, hard and warm, and it made your head spin.

he kissed down your jaw, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, making you shiver.

“you’re incredible, you know that?” he muttered against your neck, voice thick with want “everything about you drives me insane.”

“drew…”

he hummed in response, lips trailing lower.

you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, heart pounding, cheeks flushed.

were you ready?

“i’m ready…” you whispered.

he knew what you meant by that.

that’s why he stopped all of his movements. he looked at you. trying to see if you were being serious or if you were playing with him.

“you sure love?” his hand softly pressed against your cheek.

“yeah…” your voice below a whisper.

you were being serious.

when realization dawned, his expression softened even more.

“i’m asking you again…are you sure?” his voice was gentle, like he didn’t want to push, didn’t want to assume.

you nodded, chewing your lip “i’ve thought about it a lot and i trust you, drew. i trust you more than anyone.”

suddenly you felt shy sitting there on his lap after the confession.

his brows furrowed slightly, like your words meant more to him than he knew how to express. he knew how much you struggled with words and opening up.

he exhaled, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin “love, you don’t have to do this for me. we don’t have to rush anything.”

“i know…” you whispered “but i want you to be the one. i don’t want to wait for something that already feels so right.”

his jaw clenched for a moment, like he was holding back emotion. then, slowly, he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead.

“thank you…” he murmured “for trusting me with this.”

you felt a lump in your throat at the way he looked at you - like you were the most precious thing in the world.

he shifted, sitting up slightly, his fingers still stroking your cheek “before anything happens, i need you to know something.”

you sat up straight too, heart fluttering “okay.”

this is getting even more serious - you thought.

his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together “this isn’t just a moment for me. this matters and it’s not just about tonight - it’s about every night after because i’m not going anywhere.”

tears pricked at your eyes at the sheer certainty in his voice.

no one ever stayed for you.

not your family, not your second family - the judgment day - but he was willing to stay.

you squeezed his hand “i don’t want anyone else, drew. just you.”

he smiled then, leaning in to kiss you slow and deep, full of promise. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“then let’s take our time…”he whispered “i want you to feel comfortable love.”

you nodded,speechless. the way he was treating you with such care.

the room felt warmer, softer somehow, as drew cradled your face between his hands. his touch was gentle, his thumb brushing over your cheek as if memorizing the feel of your skin.

he gently moved you from his lap to beneath his large body

“we can go as slow as you want” he murmured, his deep voice low and soothing “remember, you are the one in charge tonight…”

“just tonight?” you teased him.

“love…” he smiled “i’m trying to be as good as possible with you tonight…”

“fine, i’ll behave” you nodded, heart pounding, but it wasn’t from fear. it was anticipation, love. trust.

he kissed you again, slow and lingering, his lips moving against yours like he had all the time in the world. and in this moment, it felt like he did.

his hands traced down your arms, to your waist, pulling you closer, but never rushing. he let you lead, let you set the pace.

“can i undress you love?” he softly asked, making sure you still wanted to go on. you softly said yes and that was all he needed to hear.

as he slowly undressed you, his fingers trembled slightly, not from nerves but from reverence. he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and the way his eyes softened made you feel like you were.

for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel scared, ashamed. laying underneath his body completely naked as he watched you mesmerized.

he kissed every inch of skin he uncovered, taking his time, making sure you felt safe, cherished.

starting from your neck, moving down to your collarbone and chest. softly kissing your hard nipples and making you whimper as you tried not to be too loud.

every touch, every movement, was filled with love - not just desire, but something deeper, something unspoken yet completely understood.

“you’re perfect” he whispered against your skin as his lips moved lower - and the way he said it made you believe it.

you let yourself melt into him, into the warmth of his body, the steady strength of his arms. every kiss sent a shiver down your spine, not from uncertainty, but from the overwhelming intimacy of it all.

he kissed your thighs, softly, teeth grazing your now reddened skin. he looked up at you one last time.

your eyes fully closed, mouth slightly opened - that was all he needed before his lips met your clit.

a loud whimper left your lips. not used to this feeling, you felt warm and fuzzy.

“you taste like heaven…” he whispered mostly to himself. as if you could focus on what he was saying. too lost in pleasure to even notice that he spoke to you, your hands instinctively grabbed the sheets underneath your body.

you weren’t used to be loud. to moan. to let your voice out but before you could overthink yourself, drew asked you to be loud as possibly.

“don’t hold back love” he whispered “i want to hear your pretty moans…” - and the way he said it, his strong thick accent, how could you say no?

so the moment his tongue found your clit again, you let out a deep breath “fuck…drew” as you bit your lips.

he held you close, whispering soft reassurances as his tongue was working over your clit. him telling you how much he loved you, how much you meant to him “let go for me love…i can feel how close you are…” and you did. you trusted him and you let go.

he licked every single drop of your juices, not leaving your thighs until you calmed down.

the moment your breath got back to normal, he raised from your legs. his hair completely messed up, his face covered in your juices and his eyes staring at you with a mix of love and lust.

his forehead pressed against yours, breaths mingling, hearts beating in sync.

his heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode any minute.

“you sure you wanna go on?” he asked one last time, looking for any doubt in your eyes.

“i’m sure drew” you said, looking straight at him.

“i’ve got you” he murmured, his voice full of emotion, of promise “i’ll be as slow as possible…if at any point you want me to stop you say so and i’ll stop, got it?” he asked and you nodded “if it hurts you tell me, okay?” and you nodded once again “good…” he smirked, gently kissing your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

the air between you was thick with anticipation, the kind that made your skin tingle, your breath catch in your throat.

he slowly lifted himself up to be able to undress himself and he made sure that you were able to see all of it.

his fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, slow and deliberate. each inch of skin he revealed made your heart race, your mouth dry.

you had seen him like this before, of course- backstage, after matches, in hotel rooms just like this. but this was different. this wasn’t just drew mcintyre, the wrestler, the larger-than-life powerhouse. this was drew, the man who loved you, the man who looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

he removed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and god, he was breathtaking.

strong arms, every muscle defined - not just from years of wrestling, but from the way he moved, the way he carried himself. but it wasn’t just about how he looked. it was him. the warmth in his eyes, the quiet confidence, the way he watched you, like he wanted to see every reaction, every flicker of awe on your face.

he smirked slightly, amused by your silence “you okay there, love?”

you blinked, realizing you had been staring - hard.

heat rose to your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. instead, you let your eyes trail lower as his hands moved to his belt, unfastening it with the same unhurried pace.

“i…yeah” you breathed, barely able to get the words out.

he chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

the belt slid free, landing somewhere on the floor and then his fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open, lowering the zipper.

your breath hitched.

he noticed.

his smirk faded into something softer, something deeper.

“you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, stepping closer, his fingers brushing your knee as he leaned in just enough to make your heart stutter.

you swallowed hard, nodding “just… you’re - you’re beautiful.”

his expression changed completely like your words had caught him off guard, like they meant more to him than he could put into words.

he cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin “you’re the only one i want to be beautiful for” and as he leaned in to kiss you, slow and tender, you knew he meant every single word.

he was standing there with only his boxers on. you could feel his hard cock even if it was covered by his clothes.

he brought your hand slowly next to him, to feel him “see? look what you done to me” he teased.

“we better do something about it then…” you slowly bit your lips.

in a swift move he let his boxers fell on the ground, freeing his huge dick.

your mouth slightly opened.

you knew he was big, you just didn’t expect him to be that big.

“we will take it slow, remember” he reminded you and you nodded.

you laid back on the bed as he hovered over you. he was watching every move you made.

he traced his hands down your body, featherlight touches that made your skin tingle.

“tell me if anything feels wrong” he whispered, forehead resting against yours “promise me.”

you nodded “i promise.”

he kissed you again, and when the moment finally came, he was impossibly gentle. the tip first, making you gasp a little.

his lips found yours as he pushed into you. you suddenly clenched on his length - as he was expecting - making it even harder for him to focus.

“breathe…” he reminded you and you nodded.

it hurt a little and he probably realized that too. he let you adjust to his size. he let you take your time. he didn’t move until you said so.

“you can move…” you whispered slowly.

he nodded, his lips kissing you deeply as you melt into him.

he moved slowly, pausing to check on you, his hand threading through yours, grounding you. his eyes never left your face, watching every reaction, making sure you were okay.

it was new, different, intense but not in a way that scared you, more in a way that made your heart swell, made your entire body feel alive.

he whispered your name like it was the most sacred thing in the world. kissed you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held.

and when your body adjusted to him, when the tension faded into something natural, something right, you felt it - the connection. deeper than touch, deeper than anything you had ever known. not the pain, not the burning sensation, just the pure connection with the man you loved.

he held you close, his breath mingling with yours, his fingers laced with yours.

“you okay?” he asked again, softer this time, like he already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.

you smiled, eyes shining “more than okay.”

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, pressing a long, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“good” he whispered, voice thick with emotion “because this, us, this means everything to me.”

“i love you drew…now make me yours” there was something shifting in his eyes the moment you said those words.

he moved his hips harder, making you moan even louder.

your hands moved from the sheets to his shoulders, your fingers slowly marking his back, making him growl into your ears.

“i’m so close…” you moaned looking up at him.

“then let go for me baby…” and for the second time that night you came. this time moaning his name as your nails scratched his back.

he followed you soon. trying to not make a mess, he finished jerking his cock a few times before spilling onto your stomach and thighs. he wanted to feel you so bad but being your first time he didn’t want to traumatize you.

as you both laid there breathless, drew softly kissed your shoulder.

“are you okay baby?” he softly said whispered against your skin. you slowly turned your head to look up at him and noticed how good he looked. his hair all messy and sweat dripping from his head.

he was incredible.

you nodded at his question, letting yourself melt into him “yeah… that was amazing…i’m just tired.”

he let out a small chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest “figured” he murmured, his fingers brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.

but still, he wasn’t done taking care of you.

without a word, he shifted, moving carefully as he sat up “stay here, love” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed.

you watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, the soft sound of running water filling the room. when he returned, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, his expression focused, gentle.

he kneeled on the bed beside you, his large hands brushing against your thighs and stomach as he cleaned you up, taking his time, being so careful.

“don’t want you to be uncomfortable” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your knee as he worked.

your chest swelled with something warm, something softer than anything you had ever felt before.

when he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled the covers up over you before climbing back into bed. but instead of pulling you back against him, he disappeared again - only for a moment as he was looking for something in the mini fridge.

when he returned, he had a bottle of water in his hand, offering it to you “drink, sweetheart.”

you gave him a sleepy smile, taking a few sips before handing it back.

finally, he settled in next to you, wrapping you in his arms, pulling you so close you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back.

his lips found your shoulder again, leaving soft, lazy kisses as his fingers traced patterns along your arm.

“you did so good, i’m so proud of you love”he whispered, his voice barely above a breath “so perfect.”

your heart fluttered, warmth spreading through your chest.

you turned in his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. “thank you” you murmured against his skin, your voice barely audible.

he smiled, his arms tightening around you “thank you for trusting me to be your first, i love you…sleep tight baby.”

and as you drifted off, safe in his arms, you knew there was no place in the world you’d rather be.

……………

a couple of days later you both returned home. you needed to grab a few things from your apartment before going straight to drew’s home - more like your home too now.

as you unpacked the dirty clothes and fill up the washing machine, you took a few minutes for yourself. thinking about all the things that happened in the past few days. your fight with rhea. rhea apologising for hurting you. drew and damian being there for you. drew making you feel like you were the most special person in the world. you felt alive for the first time in many years.

you felt like everything was finally coming back together.

you smiled as you played some music on your phone as you kept doing home chores.

filling up your bag with more clothes that eventually you were going to leave at drew’s, you decided to check your mailbox since it’s been weeks you’ve done that.

nothing really special or now about your mails except for a letter that caught your attention.

subject: notice of legal proceedings

dear [y/n’s name],

i am writing to formally notify you that our firm, representing your parents in a legal matter concerning an outstanding financial obligation they claim is owed by you.

according to our clients this obligation remains unpaid, and despite previous discussions our clients sustained you had in the past, they have not received repayment or a resolution regarding this matter. as a result, they have initiated legal proceedings against you to recover the amount in question.

you are hereby notified that a court hearing has been scheduled regarding this claim.

we strongly advise that you seek legal representation to review this matter and respond accordingly. if you wish to discuss a potential resolution before the hearing, please contact our office at your earliest convenience.

failure to appear in court on the specified date may result in a default judgment against you. if you require any additional details or clarification, do not hesitate to reach out.

this letter serves as a formal notification of the pending legal action. we encourage you to take the necessary steps to address this matter appropriately.

sincerely,

mister john waller.

you felt like your soul just left your body.

what payment? what previous discussions? what money? you owe them nothing.

background music long forgotten as drew was calling your phone. but your eyes couldn’t leave the letter in your hands.

your parents, your own blood, your own family was taking you to court and there was nothing you couldn’t do to stop them.

[usoinked]

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

Don’t worry best friend I gotchu🤭

Tell Me The Truth (Cody Rhodes X Black Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fin❦

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

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

@punksyeet @uceyliyahh @luvrsluxe @empressdede @sheaabuttaababyy @binnieaddict @partypoison00 @mselenalovebug

[madhatterbri]

Daddy's Home | D.M.

Summary: Drew and Y/N reenact a fantasy of hers. 18+.

Author's Note: I miss him, bro.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Trigger warning(s): CNC.

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy @smallestsnarkestgirl @surdelcielo

Drew walked around the cabin with a sinister smile on his face. Inside of her cabin was everything he imagined it to be. Cutesy little wood sayings hung from the walls. A simple rug with a couch on it. In front of the couch stood a coffee table. The warm hot chocolate still steaming from the mug. Large windows allowed the moonlight to poke through. The same very windows that caused her to find him watching her. None of that mattered now. He had her right where he wanted her.

"Daddy's Home!" He called out. The intruder listened for any sound to indicate her whereabouts. Any increased breathing or tiny sound, but there was none. Drew perked up when he noticed a small little detail that pointed him to the right direction. A corner on a rug in front of the hallway closet was lifted up.

"Now where is that little lass?" He pondered loudly. The man made it a point to kick the corner of the rug back to place. A breathy no came from the closet. This was too easy like stealing a bracelet from CM Punk.

He peaked through the small crack in the closet. There she was right for him to take. She was in a ball in the corner of the closet. Her hands gripped over her mouth to keep quiet. A pair of pajamas that happened to be his favorite covered her frame. The girl had no excuse for that one, she wanted this just as much as he did perhaps more. When their eyes met, she started to panic.

"Found you," he smirked. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"

The tone in his voice was so condescending. He appeared to really think her escape was laughable. A cruel chuckle sent shivers down her spine.

Drew grabbed her arm. Any poor attempts to escape his grasp went unnoticed by him. The words coming out of her mouth didn't make sense. Not that he cared anyway. He dragged her to her bedroom and locked the door behind him.

His hand came up to her neck before sliding down the fabric of her pajamas. He cupped her breast in his hand. Thumb swirled around her nipple causing her to whine. "Let me see what we have going on under here. Strip,"

Eyes widened to the size of saucers. There was no way he thought she would oblige to such a request. When she didn't move, the man grew impatient.

"You do it, or I do, and I assure you that you don't want me doing that,"

Piece by piece, her clothes started to come off. Her eyes darted away when she noticed him palming himself over his jeans. His hand went lower the more excited he became.

"It's cold," she complained when the last of her clothes pooled on the floor. Her arms wrapped over her chest to warm herself up and hide herself.

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up soon. I'm going to warm you up really nice. Now get on the bed. No funny business,"

She never took her eyes off of him. Obeying his orders, she crawled backward until her head rested against the pillows. The warm blankets beneath her a nice change from the cold cabin bedroom.

Drew crawled on the bed. The mere sight of her trembling almost ended him. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life.

"Open," he ordered and slapped her inner thighs. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but it definitely made her act quicker. She did as she was told. Drew placed his knees at her inner thighs to keep them open.

He removed his flannel and white t shirt. His light eyes went back to her before finding interesting pieces of equipment attached to the bedposts.

"And what are these?"

She turned her head, and her heart sank. Heat burned at her cheeks.

Black straps hung from the top corners of the bedposts. He grabbed one carefully. She could see his brain think of all the possibilities with these.

"Give me your hand,"

"But I've been good," she objected.

Drew snapped his head towards her. Fierce eyes stared into hers. She only held his gaze for a few seconds before obeying his previous command.

With little fanfare, the intruder bound both her hands securely.

Apprehensively, Drew kissed her lips. She didn't kiss him back, but there was no biting either. He continued to kiss her. Finally, she started to get involved. This was the first nice act he had done since coming into her home.

His lips left hers and started to trail to her neck. She resisted her binds when he found a sweet spot of hers. Drew made sure to stick around. He kissed and nipped at the part. A couple of times, his teeth came into contact with her flesh, followed by a quick lick.

Continuing his journey, he stimulated her breasts. Kisses and tongue laps on each of her nipples. More resistance to the straps. The bedposts creaking as they moved.

Drew wasn't bothered by any of it until he noticed her trying to close her legs. The stimulation was just a little too much for her. An idea popped into his head.

He moved his knees lower to allow her to cut off her sex from him. For now.

There was an act of pretending he didn't notice. He kissed down her stomach and up to just above her crotch. Drew feigned surprise when he noticed.

"Spread these legs, lass. It appears you have been enjoying this so far," he teased. For good measure, he mocked her whimpers and moans.

"But it's as far as they'll go," she lied.

"Not good enough. I guess we will do it my way,"

"Wha- wait!" She called out. The back of her thighs gripped in his strong hands. He bent her in half; her knees were now close to her chest. His prize is now on full display for him. The unmistakable sign of her pleasure started to wet her inner thighs.

"Don't worry, lass, I got you,"

Drew used his body to keep her in this position. Her ass rested against his muscular body. His hands still gripped her thighs to keep her legs spread.

"Shall I play with my food first or dig in?" He asked.

The only response was her trying to get out of her binds.

"I guess I get to choose," he shrugged. "All this has worked up my appetite,"

His hot breath could be felt between her legs. The warmth felt nice from the cold air. She shivered in anticipation. It didn't take long before his tongue lapped at her. He gripped her thighs tighter as a warning when she squirmed.

A moan ripped out of her from the roughness. She nodded in understanding. He wanted her to stay still and suffer. All she could do was obey. Tears poured down the side of her face in frustration.

The way he ate her out made her feel like they had been together before. He knew all the places to tease. Each flick and lick sent another wave of pleasure crashing down on her. Her legs started to twitch.

"Please, stop,"

"Oh no, lass, I don't think I should. Love the manners, though,"

With renewed vigor, he continued on. Each flick and lick of his tongue sent her closer to the edge. Her legs twitched and tensed some more. A curse signaled her unraveling.

His light eyes watched as she came undone. He lapped anything she gave him. Even through her orgasm she wasn't granted any reprieve. Y/N was truly at the mercy of the intruder. Finally, he let her lay on the bed.

"You have had your fun. Now, let me go and leave,"

The half-naked man laughed. He gripped his belt and started to unbuckle it.

"No, darling, it appears you have had all the fun. Now it is my turn,"

Y/N looked away. Every ruffling of clothes made her heart pound loudly in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly. This had to be a nightmare. Maybe if she could just pinch herself, she would wake up.

"Now who is this handsome fella?"

Her eyes immediately opened. She turned to look at him. The now naked intruder held a picture frame in his hands. A picture of her and her boyfriend. They were cuddled together with his head resting on hers. Mountains were in the background from when they visited Europe.

"He looks like someone that could use a lesson or two on pleasing a woman. Maybe we should let him watch,"

"Please, leave him out of this. I've done everything you wanted," she pleaded.

Her pleas went unnoticed. The picture frame was placed back on the nightstand. Her boyfriend's face and bright smile stared back at her. Drew climbed on the bed again.

"I have no ill will towards him. He seems like a guy I'd have a pint with. Who knows, maybe one day we will both be at the bar. I'll buy him a drink. He is going to need one when you think about me from now on,"

He placed himself between her legs. A renewed fight against her binds ended almost as quickly as it started. The head of his dick rubbed between her folds. To prolong things, he started a conversation.

"How rude of me. Do you want short, quick bursts, or do you want to feel all of me?"

"Go to hell," she spat.

"My choice again? Jeez, honey, you are quite giving tonight. It must be the holidays," he commented.

Her knees were bent to her chest again. A strong grip to her thighs to keep her still. The lewd way she was displayed for him made her cheeks burn in embarrassment. He was going to force her to enjoy this. Force her to enjoy every inch of him.

Y/N felt him push inside of her. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. She panted as her body took him. He made her feel so full. Almost filled to the brim, he pushed the rest of him forward roughly. It was to get her attention, and he had it.

"Don't be shy cause he is watching," he told her. His head motioned towards the picture frame. Her face turned to the picture. "Maybe he can learn a thing or two,"

Before any sort of retort, Drew started to pull out. He stopped just when the tip was about to come out before sliding all the way back in. The pace was painfully slow. Her body once again betrayed her.

Whenever he pulled back, she tightened around him. Her mouth parted as her eyes were half closed. Her legs relaxed in his grip. She was completely his for the taking.

Keeping a slower pace allowed Drew to control the situation. His dick hitting all her spots with ease. It wasn't long before she was chasing another orgasm. She could tell the intruder was chasing his. His controlled thrusts were being replaced by shorter, more erratic ones.

Her legs tensed, and for the second time, she orgasmed. Drew fucked her through it. His hands gripped her thighs roughly. She hissed in response. Y/N swore she heard him grunt an apology. He gave her one final thrust before he stilled. His abs tensed as he filled her.

Heavy breathing replaced the previous sounds of pleasure. Drew pulled out when he was ready. Her legs were placed back down on the mattress.

He began showering her with compliments. Y/N watched him take off one of the binds from her wrists. He rubbed her wrist gently and kissed it tenderly. The same was repeated for her other wrist.

"How did I do?" He asked. The doting boyfriend sealed the question with a sweet peck to her lips.

"Daddy's home?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Drew grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed. He covered them as he laid next to her.

"You didn't seem to mind it," he winked.

[wallofchynax]

MASTERLIST

LONG FICS

Prove Thy Legacy - Shawn Michaels X OC (NSFW)

Sweetheart - Shawn Michaels x Reader (NSFW)

Social Media AUs

Cowboy Like Me - Shawn Michaels x Reader (NSFW)

ONE SHORTS (sorted by wrestlers)

Shawn Michaels

The Worst Possible Time - Shawn Michaels x Reader (NSFW)

Wildest Dreams - Shawn Michaels x Innocent!reader (nsfw) (Requested)

Spoiled Rotten - Older!Shawn Michaels x reader (nsfw) (Requested)

Why Choose At All? - Shawn Michaels x Reader x Triple H (nsfw) (Requested)

Knife Twists At The Thought - Shawn Michaels x Reader (nsfw) (requested) (dubcon)

Your Private Dancer - Older!Shawn x reader (nsfw) (requested)

How Good Can You Be - Older!Shawn x reader (nsfw)

Winner Goes The Spoils - Ruthless Aggression!Shawn x Diva!Reader (nsfw)(Requested)

Brother's Best friend - 90s!Shawn x Reader (nsfw) (Requested)

Drew McIntyre

Tied to You - Drew McIntyre x reader (nsfw) (Requested)

Snowed In - Drew McIntyre x reader (nsfw) (Requested)

Seth Rollins

Mine or Yours? Seth Rollins x Reader x CM Punk (NSFW) (Requested)

All That You Are - Seth Rollins x Reader (NSFW) (dubcon)

CM Punk

Mine or Yours? Seth Rollins x Reader x CM Punk (NSFW) (Requested)

Bite Your Tongue - CM Punk x NXT!Reader (NSFW) (Requested)

Triple H

Why Choose At All? - Shawn Michaels x Reader x Triple H (nsfw) (Requested)

Catch Me If You Can - 2004!Triple H x Reader (nsfw) (heavy dubcon)

HEADCANON POSTS (sorted by wrestlers)

Shawn Michaels

90s! Shawn Michaels NSFW Alphabet (Requested)

Older!Shawn x 20s!reader NSFW Alphabet (Requested)

Fluffy Shawn Michaels x Headcanons (SFW) (both 90s and Modern Day) (Requested)

Contract Negotiations with Shawn Michaels (nsfw) (requested)

Phone Sex with Older!Shawn (nsfw)

Older!Shawn Michaels Kink Headcanon List

90s!Shawn x actress!reader (sfw) (requested)

90s/00s Wrestlers Co-parenting with you texts

Triple H

Triple H NSFW Alphabet (Requested)

Triple H SFW Alphabet (Requested)

Triple H x Wife!Reader - Breeding Kink headcanons (NSFW) (Requested)

Triple H x Reader Somnophilia Headcanons (nsfw) (requested)

90s/00s Wrestlers Co-parenting with you texts

Seth Rollins

The Touch that Drives You Crazy - Seth Rollins x Reader Body Worship headcanons (NSFW) (Requested)

Bret 'The Hitman' Hart

Bret 'The Hitman' Hart x Reader SFW Alphabet Headcanons (Requested)

Razor Ramon

Razor Ramon x Wife!Reader headcanons (NSFW) (Requested)

Billy Gunn

2000s Billy Gunn x Reader headcanons (both SFW and NSFW) (Requested)

Chyna

90s/00s Wrestlers Co-parenting with you texts

Stone Cold Steve Austin

90s/00s Wrestlers Co-parenting with you texts

[magicalbuttertarts]

If Drew wins (18+)

Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Missionary. Creampie.

Not proofread.

Companion piece to this. Click here

~if Drew wins the WrestleMania match between him & Damian.

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The door swings open, & in walks Drew. Whose face had a few bruises forming, & you can just imagine what his body looks like.

He was freshly showered. His hair still dripping wet.

He dropped his bag on the ground & held his arms open, "I'm the winner, baby. Now I am here for my prize."

You sat on the edge of the bed & helped him get undressed.

The moment he was naked, he was on you.

The kiss made you gasp, at how intense it was.

It felt like his hands were everywhere on you.

His lips left your mouth as he kissed down your neck, nipping here and there, making you whine his name.

"I need you Drew."

He pulled back, a smirk on his handsome face, muttering how long he has waited for this moment.

He wrapped your legs around his waist, gripping his cock as he placed it against your opening.

He pushes in your hole, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of being stretched by him.

His forehead is placed against yours as he bottoms out.

"Tell me how you want it." His voice was thick with desire.

"Hard, please Drew. Need you to fuck me, please, ple," You were cut off by your own scream as he pulled out and slammed back into you.

Drew fucked you as hard and fast as he could. His cock pistoning in and out of you.

You couldn't think about anything else but him as he fucked you.

You had a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth, making him chuckle as he muttered something, that you didn't catch.

You couldn't hold back anymore.

One final thrust from Drew had you crying out his name as he, clenching around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"FUCK!" Drew groaned as he pulled out and jerking off over your body, his cum landing on your chest, and a bit landed on your face.

You wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around his leaking tip, and go another round, but the poor man just collapsed on the bed next to you.

Pulling you into his arms as he fell fast asleep.

[teamchasezwrites]

MASTERLIST

Find all my stories quickly here. Most are fluff. Some might be smut. All can be found on A03 under Team Chasez. All my stories are finished at the time of posting. I do not post multi-chaptered stories without the story being completely finished. No cliffhangers here. Sometimes I use the same names across stories, mostly because that’s the type of stuff that will paralyze me trying to figure out when writing a story. Stories of the same universe or stories that are related will be marked.

Cody Rhodes/Jey Uso:

Showering Away Self Doubt *smut*

Helping Hand (Coming Soon) *smut* (SASD universe)

Cody Rhodes/Roman Reigns:

Cuffed *smut*

Mistaken Identity *smut*

Deviation (Coming Soon) *Smut*

Damian Priest:

A Slice Of Life

Breed You *smut*

Chasing Nightmares

Opening Day (‘The Stocking’ Universe)

Tell Me When You’re Sober *Dirty Talk*

Sober *smut* (Follow up to TMWYS)

The Stocking

Second Chance Part I Part II Part III

Secret Santa

Damian Priest/Rhea Ripley:

Oneirophrenia

Damian Priest/OC/Roman Reigns:

For Your Eyes Only *smut*

Drew McIntyre:

Still of the Night

Saved By The Mountain Man (Coming Soon)

Roman Reigns:

The Ride *smut*

Taste *smut*

Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch:

Scattering of Emotions

Calming of Emotions

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I don’t remember the last time I’ve watched WWE programming. Other than Wrestlemania ( you can never skip Wrestlemania) I haven’t watched WWE in years. However I had to tune into summerslam to watch my problematic old man wrestle

[xanticore]

until the bed breaks.

until the room smells.

until i cant feel my legs.

until he says he's done.

until i tap out.

until i hurt myself riding on it.

until i have nothing else left.

until my face is wet.

until the sheets are wet.

until i feel numb.

until i pass out.

until i ache.

until i cant even move a muscle.

until i know the full language of scottish.

[damiansgoodgirll]

I BEG YOU

Don’t break my heart part 3 please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

you ask, i deliver

part one, part two

the judgment day x reader (platonic), damian priest and rhea ripley x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️family issues, fear of abandonment, reader might have daddy issues, damian and rhea being the besties i need in my life ‼️

don’t break my heart - part 3

it was right after monday night raw ended that you had no energy left in you.

you knew it was going to be complete chaos when the shein version of the judgment day ruined damian’s match. rhea’s blood was boiling at the sight of damian being attacked by his ex members. so, you knew chaos was going to happen when her theme song echoed into the arena.

she told you to choose. she said that no matter what your decision was, her feelings for you weren’t going to change but she made clear that she was going to kick liv and dom’s asses. she told you - you can stay here and wait for us backstage or you can join me - and honestly, you thought about it but ten seconds later you were running by her side.

the crowd erupted in happy screams when they saw you by her side.

rhea pointed liv, you pointed jd, and finn too.

finn knew that you wouldn’t have picked him over damian and rhea but he wasn’t expecting to see you against him.

“don’t do this…” he told you “you’re gonna regret this” he didn’t mean to threaten you, he just wished you weren’t involved at all.

“i don’t care…i’m tired of hiding” and with that you simply attacked him. carlito saw the scene and simply came to the rescue, trying to take finn away from you.

while rhea tried to attack liv, damian was still in the ring with jd so you you went to attack him “move” you simply said. his face was stone cold. maybe finn was right, jd had a crush on you but you couldn’t care less.

of course liv and dom ran away, like the cowards that they are and in the meantime damian took his time in finishing jd.

the crowd cheered when they saw you, dam and rhea standing there in the ring, hugging each other, knowing that no matter what, you would always have each other’s backs.

while backstage, rhea and damian took their time answering questions and doing interviews but you were too tired from the event that occurred that all you wanted to do was to end up in your hotel room and sleep all night long.

walking towards the exit, you spotted drew who kindly waved at you. drew was the same as jey or la knight for you, just kind acquaintances because they were friends with damian and rhea but nothing more.

“hey kid” he smiled at you. his nickname made you smile “great fight out there”

“oh” you awkwardly smiled “that…that was nothing but thank you”

“are you going back to the hotel?” he asked, probably already knowing the answer, seeing you with your bags and tired look.

“yes…i was thinking of calling an uber, i fear damian and rhea will take too long with interviews right now…” you smiled.

“don’t call them, i can give you a ride, plus we are staying at the same hotel right? in downtown?” he asked and you nodded “i’m going back right now, you can ride with me”

“are…are you sure?” you didn’t want to be a bother so you doubled checked.

“positive, let’s go” he smiled and walked towards the rental car he got for the show. you’ve never been alone with drew before, only talked with a few times when he was training with damian so the idea of driving with him for 30 minutes was making you nervous.

but the car ride was quite and silent. not awkwardly silent, just comfortable enough. soft music playing in the background, drew watching the road as you watched some raindrops falling from the sky.

“you have talent kid” he broke the silence, waking you from your thoughts.

“oh, thank you…” deep down you knew you had talent, but that being the reason of getting kicked out of your family always made you feel guilty sometimes. you always wondered and imagined how your life would be if you actually had applied for college as your parents wanted for you. maybe you wouldn’t be this shy or weird while meeting new people. maybe you would be more confident about yourself. maybe you would have a boyfriend and a lot of friends.

there was always that voice in your head that screamed what if

“you don’t talk much uh?” he softly teased, making you smile a little.

“not really, no…i’ve always been like this, i guess…” lie. growing up you were talkative and you remembered your mother always telling you to shut up because you talked too much - what would she say if she could see you now?

“i get it…i was really shy growing up, then i started getting more used to the job, working with live crowds for all these years made me change the conception i had about myself…and i worked a lot on me, that helped me” he said, talking about himself but like he was giving you an advice.

you had to work more on yourself and you knew it, you just didn’t know if you were ready yet.

“yeah…big crowds helped me a bit but i still have to get used to it” you smiled.

“about that…everything okay today?” he didn’t want to overstep but he was worried about you. he couldn’t understand what finn did to make you run away like that.

“oh with finn?” he nodded “yes, he just said some things he shouldn’t have said…nothing major”

“got it” he smiled, realising you didn’t want to talk about it.

the rest of the car ride was spent with him just talking about his family. you were curious about it because he always talked about them so nicely that you actually wanted to know how he felt having his family and friends proud of him “and what about your family y/n? i’ve never seen them at the shows…”

he may have overstepped because you didn’t answer. he knew something because people talked but he didn’t know the full story and the one person who knew the truth was you.

“nothing much to say…they have other hobbies” you tried to avoid the argument as much as possible and you were happy dropped the conversation right there.

once at the hotel you thanked him about the car ride and told him that you were tired enough that you would have fallen asleep in the lobby any minute.

“yeah, i’m pretty tired too” he smiled at you “listen, in case you need more car rides or just someone to talk to, here’s my number, goodnight kid” and with that he left.

he gave you a piece of paper with his number on, kinda old fashioned but you liked it.

once you got to your room, you tiredly took a second shower and change into your pjs. you were so tired that you haven’t even eaten yet but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

before you could drift off, you received a text from rhea.

from rhea🖤

hey girl! sorry we took so long, we just finished with interviews, are you still in the arena? do you need a ride to the hotel?

from you

hey rhea! don’t worry about it! i can’t wait to see all of your interviews! i’m already back at the hotel and ready to sleep lol, but thank you so much for the offer!

you kinda didn’t mention how you got back to the hotel because you knew that if you did, rhea and damian would kept asking you questions that you didn’t want to answer. so you simply told her that you were about to sleep and that you would see her tomorrow.

but before falling asleep, you memorised drew number and decided to text him a “thank you for the ride, have a good night!” and then you drifted off.

drew would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy receiving your text. he was up all night staring at the ceiling and thinking of you. he’s been feeling some sort of attractions towards you but he thought that it was just a game his mind was playing to him. but sitting next to you and driving with you made him realise that maybe his attraction was actually a crush. he wished he could get to know you better but he knew and he saw - from the brief conversation you had in the car - that you wouldn’t open up to him, that he had to gain your trust and he was willing to do that.

morning came and you and rhea were already hitting the hotel gym as you waited for damian to join you.

“so…” rhea started talking “everything okay with the uber last night? did they get you here safely?” rhea knew about all the horrendous stories she read about uber drivers being maniacs so she tried to avoid them as much as possible, and so did you.

“oh…” you thought for a second “no i actually didn’t call an uber last night…uhm, drew drove me back here”

rhea was a little shocked for a moment but before she could say anything, damian both greeted you “what are we talking about here girls?” he gently smiled at you.

“drew as in drew mcintyre?” she asked and you nodded.

“what happened?” damian’s tone was more serious.

“nothing, drew just drove me back to the hotel last night and rhea is shocked about that” you wanted to avoid that conversation as much as possible but their looks made you realise that you would have to explain everything that happened last night.

“why him?” damian asked.

“because you were taking too long and drew saw me calling an uber so he offered? plus we are staying in the same hotel so i don’t see the problem”

“yeah but him?” it’s not rhea didn’t like him, they were friends. she didn’t like the idea of you and him alone together.

“yes rhea, him. he just drove me back, nothing else happened” you sounded irritated and damian noticed it.

“okay well, what matters is that you are here and everything went fine, right?” damian asked, hinting at rhea to drop the topic. she simply nodded and went back to her training.

you were just doing your exercises when a notification pop up into your home screen.

it was a text from drew.

hey kid, no problem at all! i told you, if you need car rides or anything else, just give me a call ;)

“what is making you smile like that?” rhea asked with a hint of curiosity.

“oh nothing, i just received a text…”

“from who?” damian teased you.

“no one you should worry about” you teased back.

“ouch…” rhea pretended to be offended “you’re keeping secrets now?”

“gosh, no! it was nothing important anyway” you quickly replied, tried to focus on your exercises. rhea and damian shared a look without you noticing it, they were determined to find the mysterious person behind your morning smile,

i will keep it mind lol! are you still in bed? i’m working out with damian and rhea and i’m already tired :(

you quickly answered back. in that moment you realised that maybe he didn’t wanna talk to you and you were just being a bother. what if he didn’t want you to text him? what if you were being a bother? what if, what if, what if were already overworking in your mind but before you could think of something worse, drew texted you back.

still in bed but i will hit the gym in a few minutes, i really don’t feel like it after last night but i have to…guess if i won’t be too late i’ll see there ;)

yup, you were smiling like a teen in love and you really couldn’t understand why. it’s not that you had a crush on him, right?

“is it drew?” damian asked.

“what?”

“you have this happy smile since this morning and seeing that last night you and drew were car buddies…something might have happened…” he explained to you.

you were quiet for a minute. nothing really happened between you and drew but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company, even if you didn’t have much of a conversation. he was kind and you couldn’t lie, he was hot, maybe too hot for you but aside from that, nothing happened.

before you could say yes or no, drew entered the gym with his teasing smile on his face.

“morning guys” he said smiling at damian and rhea “morning kid” he said smiling a little longer than to you.

rhea was beyond in disbelief “what was that?” she asked drew.

oh no, you thought. she was ready to cause chaos even outside of the company.

“what?” drew asked.

“that little stare at y/n, what was that?” she asked, a little more irritated.

“nothing to worry about, i just said good morning” he wanted to be petty but you knew rhea was a master in that.

“sure…don’t fuck with me drew” she started to get more defensive over you.

“okay can all we please calm down…” you said making them all turn their heads back to you “nothing is happening, can we please just go back to training please?” rhea was hesitant for a moment “please?” but she knew she couldn’t say no to you when you had those puppy eyes.

she didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but she didn’t like this whole situation between you and drew.

“fine” she turned around and went back exercising with damian.

is she always like that?

drew texted you, making it hard for you not to laugh out loud. you simply nodded at him and he winked at you, making you blush.

two hours later and you were a sweaty mess “i need a shower, maybe two” you joked with damian, agreeing with you.

“i think i’ll rest for a bit…” damian said and you nodded.

“yeah” rhea joined “me too…i’m too tired today, plus we have to be back on the road tomorrow…i wanna sleep in today, y/n?”

“i’ll take a shower and then i’ll decide, probably i will order something to eat…” you smiled.

truth was you didn’t wanna stay in. you had to energy to spend the day in bed so you were probably going to sneak out and visit some places. so when you all left, you were quick to shower and to dress up.

wanna have lunch together? take out sounds nice but i think you would like some company :)

you smiled when drew texted you.

sure, i’ll meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes if that’s ok with you?

you waited for his reply with a little anxiety, so when he told you that it was perfect for him, you started your makeover and found something nice to wear.

you couldn’t lie, your heart was beating fast and faster the moment you approached the lobby.

“here we go” you whispered softly, mostly to yourself.

when you saw him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. he was a really hot man, you saw him fight almost naked every single week so you were used to it but seeing him all suit up, clean and fresh, did something to you.

“hey kid” he greeted you “you look good” he genuinely smiled at you.

you weren’t used to compliments su you didn’t really know what to say, apart from thank you.

“you don’t look bad either” you teased making him chuckle.

you were kinda surprised when he opened the car door for you. no one ever did anything nice like that - not that you ever dated anyone but being treated nice like this in general made your heart skip a beat.

the restaurant he chose was nice. not too fancy but it was cozy and nice “i hope you like it” he smiled at you.

“it’s really nice drew, thank you” growing up you became shy and more introvert so you didn’t really know how to make long lasting conversations but seeing drew being so happily awkward and shy made you happy.

the first few minutes were pretty awkward, you reading the menu and drew doing the same, deciding what to eat and taking your sweet time with it. you both opted for some fresh pasta and some chicken salad, both wanting to keep it healthy but still enjoying your lunch out.

“how are you y/n?” he gently asked.

“oh, i’m good thank you…what about you? still thinking about your victory at summerslam?” you smiled.

“of course, i will think about that moment for a while now” he chuckled “what about your summerslam?”

“mine was…something” you tried not to make it too awkward but it was like a fresh wound to you, you were still hurting about the betrayal and it will hurt for a while.

“yeah, i can imagine that…do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, fearing he overstepped.

“i…well, i wasn’t really expecting the group to break up like that, i knew there was tension but not that much…you know, they are, were like a family to me” you breathed out “and now damian and rhea are all i have, i can’t let them down you know?” you feared you may have talked too much but with drew’s kindness it came natural to you.

“i’ve been there, betrayals will stay impress in your mind but it will get better eventually…” he smiled at you and you felt more comfortable talking with him.

while eating, he talked about the most stupid things he liked but that made you happy, hearing something new from someone new.

“y/n…” he called, his serious tone more pronounced “can i ask you something? it’s a little personal and you can say no if i make you uncomfortable but i’m just curious…” he asked and you nodded “i’ve heard things…mostly rumors about you…everyone claim to know you but i feel like they don’t even know what they’re talking about” he said and you let him continue “they’ve been talking about you are basically…alone, that you don’t enjoy the other women company, they’ve been talking about how and your family don’t have any connection, how they think it’s your fault…basically a lot of stuff that i’m pretty sure it’s not real…that’s why i wanted to hear it from you, you are the only one who knows the truth…”

you weren’t going to lie but it kinda made you feel bad what your colleagues thought of you.

“i mean…they are not that wrong, i’m not good at making friends, i tried, since i joined wwe but it felt like i wasn’t really welcomed so i decided to stay by myself, at least until i met rhea and damian…and they are quite right about me not being in contact with my family but they don’t know the full story…and if you don’t mind i would like to keep it private for now” it was hard for you talking about your family.

“yes of course, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable at all, but i thank you for opening up to me, i really appreciate it” he genuinely smiled and you felt like you could probably trust him.

so you ended up lunch with two pieces of cake and fought for who was going to pay. like the gentleman he is, of course, he offered to pay.

“thank you for this amazing lunch drew, i really enjoyed it…it was nice having someone to talk to” you truthfully said once you both got out of his car and he smiled at your genuine words.

“anytime kid” there was a moment after he spoke where you were both silent, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“uhm… i think i’m going to rest for a bit now” you awkwardly signed to the hotel entrance, trying to make him understand that you were about to leave but that you didn’t want to leave him standing right there in front of the glass doors.

“oh yeah, i think i’m going to rest too, so, uhm, thanks for coming with me” he said making you chucked while he got closer to you “i’ll see you on the road” he slowly lowered his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek “take care” he smiled before going back to his room.

now, you were the one who was left standing there in front of the doors.

with your happy face and bright smile, you came back to your bedroom, unbeknownst to you, rhea saw everything from the her hotel room as the window was facing down the entrance.

“oh i’m gonna kick his ass” she said before leaving her room.

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definitely be making part 4, i was just going to wait raw next monday to see if something happens with tjd! if you have any ideas or recommendations let me know in the comments!

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Hey sis uhhhh can I get a Drew McIntyre fanfic and make it real nasty… and oooo can I get a Damian request where he whimpering for me to be his Dom and he my Sub…. I want it nastier than coleslaw

🖤In His Black Mustang🖤 (Drew McIntyre X Black Reader)

CW: 18+ MDNI, Multiple Orgasms, Car Sex, Swallowing, Protective p in v (this time😝), Overstimulation, Choking

Word Count: 5.6k+

Drew McIntyre had always been a pillar in WWE. The Scottish Warrior feared nothing and no one. But lately, everything felt like it was starting to unfold…and not in a good way. The phone call to join the Busted Open Holiday Party podcast with Bubba Ray, Mark Henry, and a couple of other guys wasn’t something he was excited about. He reluctantly accepted, but the frustration was building up—losing to Punk at Bad Blood, the memories of the Bloodline attacks, the fact he hadn’t held a championship since 2020, and the loss of two family members had all been eating at him.

But what really gnawed at him? The silence. After Bad Blood, no one reached out—except for you. You, of all people. When he saw your name pop up on his phone, he couldn’t believe it. It had been more than 15 years since your high school graduation. Back then, you were just a classmate, someone he’d talk to now and then when there was a project or when you grabbed a quick lunch together. You weren’t close, but you were the only one to check on him during his “vacation” time after the chaos and he didn’t expect it, but he wasn’t upset either.

What did get under his skin, though, was the aftermath of the podcast. Some fans got it—he could feel that—but there were always a few who had smart comments. “Unprofessional,” they’d say. “He ain’t the only one with family to worry about.” Drew wasn’t about to scroll through that nonsense, because he didn’t care. Social media wasn’t really his thing. He posted his workout videos, occasionally trolled a little, but other than that, he wasn’t gonna let some strangers online drag his mental health down further than it already was. Drew McIntyre was gonna do whatever Drew McIntyre wanted to do. That’s how he’d had always been.

After a couple of days trying to clear his head, Drew decided he needed a change of pace. And with that pace came his 2017 Ford Mustang GT—a sleek, black beast with a roaring V8 engine that had always helped him clear his mind or cool down when things got too heavy. The classic American muscle car, with its aggressive stance and powerful presence, fit Drew’s own no-nonsense persona. But tonight, rather than drive around aimlessly, he decided to stop at a diner. As he drove, the car gleamed under the low afternoon light, Scottish tag decor on the rearview mirror catching the light as he pulled into the parking lot. He stepped out, the familiar thud of his boots hitting the asphalt, his black leather jacket swinging with his movements. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark brown curling at the edges. He wore a simple black shirt, jeans, and sturdy black boots—just enough to blend in without trying too hard.

The diner had that old-school charm—small, with faded vinyl booths and a jukebox in the corner playing classic blues. The kind of place that felt like it’d been around forever, serving greasy comfort food and making you feel like you could just forget about the world for a while.

You’d already snagged a booth by the time he

arrived, staring out the window when you heard the door swing open. The soft jingle of the bell above it broke the quiet, and you didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Drew’s presence was unmistakable. A few seconds passed, then the sound of boots clicking against the floor grew louder as he made his way over.

When you finally looked up, his eyes met yours, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. A pause. Then, without missing a beat, he slid into the booth across from you before taking a second, running a hand through his hair before settling back into the booth.

“Didn’t expect you’d be the one to check in on me,” Drew muttered, his thick Scottish accent wrapping around the words like it always had, though now it had a softer edge. He gave you a small, surprised smile, the corners of his lips turning up just slightly. “Of all the folks from back then, thought maybe I’d hear from someone else.”

You blinked, shocked for a second, before a grin tugged at your lips. “Wait—you—you actually remember me?” You laughed, adjusting your glasses and crossing your arms over your chest. “Who else was gon’ check in on you? Ain’t nobody else care like that. Besides, we were acquaintances at the very least, Drew. We ain’t talked in years, but that don’t mean nothin’.” You leaned back, tapping your fingers against the table, giving him that look like he knew exactly what you meant.

He let out a short chuckle, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time in a while, his shoulders seemed to ease. “I do remember you.” His voice softened as he leaned back into the booth, the familiar weight of his words settling between you two. “But you’re right. Aren’t many people I’d expect to reach out.”

Drew’s eyes softened, as his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Well…then again maybe I haven’t made it easy to reach out.” He shook his head, his hands folding on the table in front of him. “Everything’s just… been too much.”

You nodded, picking up your fork and taking a bite of your pumpkin pie getting it down before speaking. “You always do that shit, though,” you said, grinning like you knew him inside and out. “Act like you gotta carry the world on your shoulders by yourself. But it ain’t gotta be like that all the time. You have to let people in, Drew. Ain’t nobody expect you to do all that by yourself.”

Drew sighed, leaning back in the booth, his dark eyes glancing at you. “Aye, I know. But sometimes it’s hard, y’know? The pressure. The decisions. The people who expect you to be something you don’t even feel anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I get it. But you can’t run all that, either. You can walk out of that podcast, that’s cool, but running from everything else? That’s gon’ catch up with you.”

He paused, looking down at the table for a moment, before nodding. “Right. Guess you’re right about that.” His voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful. “Aye, I’ll think about it, might be over it by morning.” He glanced up at you, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You always did have a way of putting things straight to me though…I appreciate that a lot y’know.”

You shrugged, cutting into your fried chicken. “I’m just sayin’, don’t wait ‘til it’s too late. Ain’t no shame in letting people check in on you, Drew.”

You chimed before the waitress came over to take both your orders.

The waitress, a middle-aged woman with a friendly smile, approached the booth after a few minutes, pad and pen in hand. Drew looked up from the menu, giving him a nod.

“Y’alright to order, sir?” the waitress asked, his Southern drawl thick but warm.

Drew glanced down at the menu towards the drinks. then back at the waitress. "Aye, I'll take an iced tea. Sweet, if you've got it."

The waitress nodded and scribbled it down.

"Iced tea, sweet. Alright and were you ready for the food, or you need another minute?"

Drew’s gaze shifted to the menu one last time, his brows furrowing slightly as he considered his options. He was in the South for the upcoming Atlanta show, and he figured it was the perfect opportunity to indulge in something comforting. After a brief pause, he leaned back in the booth and looked the waiter dead in the eye.

“Ain’t no better time for some good Southern cooking,” Drew said, his Scottish accent rolling smoothly off his tongue. “I’ll have the fried chicken with collard greens, mashed potatoes and gravy, and some cornbread on the side. Can’t pass up on cornbread when you’re in the South.”

The waitress grinned, jotting down the order before giving a quick nod. “Coming right up, sir. You want that chicken extra crispy?”

Drew’s smile grew a little wider, his usual confidence shining through. “Aye, make it extra crispy. I need that crunch.”

The waitress grinned, jotting down the order before giving a quick nod. “Coming right up, sir. I’ll get that drink for ya, and the food’ll be out shortly.”

Drew gave her a quick nod as the waitress turned to walk away, heading toward the kitchen. The soft hum of the diner filled the air, and Drew leaned back in the booth, eyes wandering over the menu again as he waited.

A few minutes passed, and soon enough, the waitress was back with a tall glass of iced tea, condensation dripping down the sides.

“Here ya go, sir—sweet iced tea, just like you asked,” the waitress said, setting the glass down in front of Drew.

Drew took a long sip, the cold sweetness hitting him just right. “That’s the stuff,” he muttered under his breath, giving the waiter a thankful nod.

The waitress gave him a wink. “Be back with that meal in just a minute.”

Drew took another sip, relaxing into the booth, the weight of the last few days beginning to lift with the simple comfort of the drink. The moments of peace were few and far between lately, but this? This felt good.

It wasn’t long before the waiter returned, carrying a tray loaded with the food Drew had ordered. He set it down with a small flourish.

“Fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes and gravy, and cornbread—extra crispy just like you wanted,” the waitress said with a smile.

Drew’s eyes immediately lit up. “Aye, that’s perfect,” he said, his voice gruff but appreciative as he took in the spread. The fried chicken looked golden brown and crispy, the collard greens steaming with a rich, tangy scent, the mashed potatoes piled high with savory gravy dripping over them, and the cornbread sitting warm and inviting on the side.

As you both ate, the conversation didn’t need to pick up again right away. The comfortable silence between you was enough, the soft clink of silverware and the low hum of the jukebox in the background creating a sense of peace. Drew’s shoulders, which had been tense all week, had begun to relax.

The food was gone quicker than either of you expected. Drew hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the warm, crispy chicken hit his stomach. The mashed potatoes were thick and creamy, soaking up the rich gravy, and the cornbread was just the right amount of sweet to balance everything else. You both sat back in the booth for a minute, catching your breath.

“You know,” Drew began, wiping his hands with a napkin and glancing at you, “this…this ain’t so bad. It’s been a while since I had a meal like this.”

You smirked, pushing your glasses up your nose as you leaned back. “Don’t act like you don’t know where the good food at. Shoulda hit me up sooner, you know.”

He chuckled, giving you a look. “Aye, maybe I should have.” His eyes softened for a second, his voice quieter now. “I appreciate you checkin’ in on me. Not a lot of folks would, not with everything I’ve been… I dunno, puttin’ out there.”

You shrugged, collecting the last of your silverware. “Don’t gotta be all ‘Scottish Warrior’ all the time, Drew. Sometimes you gotta let people be there for you, ya hear me?”

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Aye. I hear you.”

You both sat there for a second, letting the moment settle. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable—just comfortable, easy. Drew glanced out the window toward the parking lot, where his black Mustang sat under the dimming sky. You followed his gaze, then looked back at him.

“You drivin’ that beast home tonight, or are you planning on doing something a little less… dangerous?” you teased, a playful grin on your face.

Drew raised an eyebrow. “Dangerous, eh? She’s just a car.” His grin stretched a little wider, though. “But aye, I was thinkin’ about takin’ a drive. Get my head clear. We could continue this conversation in the car if you want.”

“Good call,” you replied, pushing yourself out of the booth. “Yeah I don’t got nothin’ planned so I’m down.”

He paused for a moment, then gave a slight nod, standing up too. “Aye, sure. I could use the company.”

You both walked out together, the cool night air hitting your skin as Drew led the way to his car. The Mustang, black and sleek, sat there with the kind of presence only a car like that could have. You admired the little touches—Scottish tags hanging from the rearview mirror, the low rumble of the engine when Drew unlocked it.

He slid into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking under his weight, and you hopped into the passenger side. As he started the engine, the deep growl of it vibrating through the car made you grin. He put it in gear, and the Mustang rolled smoothly out of the lot.

“So, where we headed?” you asked, glancing over at him as you buckled your seatbelt.

Drew’s hands gripped the wheel with that familiar intensity, but his voice was lighter than usual. “Don’t matter. Just… somewhere quiet. We can talk or just listen to the road.”

You nodded, settling back into the seat as the engine hummed beneath you. The city lights faded in the rearview mirror, and he had you in the passenger seat, it felt just like high school when he had his dark blue 2007 GT. He’d always be the one to drive whenever you both got lunch together, a little speedy, but he never put you in harms way intentionally.

The only sound by this point was the faint sound of the radio and the tires rolling across the gravel as Drew’s mustang made its way towards the road.

As his car sped down the semi-empty road, you didn’t even notice that both your hands were a little too close to one another. From what you could remember, Drew only really liked physical touch from a small amount of people, but you were included in that circle. You hadn’t seen him in years and now was the perfect time to reconnect because you didn’t know when you’d get to see him again especially since he was always on the road. You just got really lucky this time because this Monday’s show happened to be in Atlanta, which is where you stayed.

I've been out on that open road

You can be my full time, daddy, white and gold

Singing blues has been getting old

You can be my full time, baby

Hot or cold

The car’s engine hummed along the semi-empty road, the rhythmic sound mixing with the soft pulse of the music from the speakers. It was a warm night, Atlanta’s summer air creeping through the cracked window, carrying the scent of asphalt and distant city life. The road stretched out in front of you, quiet and almost serene—just the two of you, the hum of the tires, and the occasional flicker of streetlights as you passed.

Your fingers hovered just inches away from his, the space between you a whisper, but that whisper felt louder with every second. You glanced over at Drew, his focus on the road, his hand resting casually on the wheel. You knew he didn’t like a lot of physical touch, always a little distant with others, but with you… it was different. It always had been.

You didn’t give it much thought—just a quick flicker of a decision in your mind—and then you closed the distance. Your fingers brushed, then tangled with his, the simple act feeling like both an invitation and a challenge.

Don't break me down (don't break me down)

I've been travelin' too long (I've been travelin' too long)

I've been trying too hard (I've been trying too hard)

With one pretty song (with one pretty song)

To your surprise, Drew didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even seem startled. He just glanced at you with a look that was a mix of confusion and curiosity, as if he was still trying to figure out if this was some trick or if you’d really just done what you did.

“You know I don’t really like physical touch too much,” he said, his voice low, almost contemplative.

You grinned, cocking an eyebrow as you squeezed his hand lightly. “Only from certain people, me included,” you shot back, your voice dripping with that familiar, playful boldness.

His lips twitched into a smirk, his beard shifting with the movement, and for a second, you saw that flicker of something—something old, something familiar, maybe even a little teasing—pass through his eyes. His hand slowly curled around yours, pulling you in just a bit tighter. “I wanted to see if you still remembered,” he said, the words soft, but heavy.

The car continued down the road, the miles ticking by without much more conversation, but the air between you was charged, thick with unspoken things.

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

I am alone at midnight

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I

I've got a war in my mind

So, I just ride

Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

He kept his eyes on the road, but you could feel him stealing glances at you, like he was trying to figure out exactly what you were doing here. You hadn’t seen Drew in years—years—but in a way, it felt like you hadn’t missed a beat. Like nothing had really changed.

“Yeah, I remember,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand once more before settling back in the seat, letting the silence hang for a bit. Your mind flickered to the past, to all the nights you’d spent together, to the way he used to laugh when you’d drag him out on some wild adventure, to how you’d always been able to read each other without words.

You could see the city lights off in the distance now, the skyline of Atlanta glowing faintly like a sea of stars. Drew didn’t say anything more, but his expression softened, a slight edge of nostalgia creeping in. The car turned off the main road, heading toward a more secluded path. The streets became quieter, narrower, until Drew slowed down, the engine quieting as he eased the car off onto a gravelly patch of land.

He parked the car with a small shift of the gear stick, and for a moment, everything went still. You could see the city sprawling beneath you, the lights of downtown Atlanta twinkling in the distance, and the horizon stretched out with that perfect mix of urban glow and natural darkness.

Drew didn’t move for a second, his hand still holding yours.

“This your secret spot?” you asked, voice low as you took in the view, knowing he was the type to find hidden gems like this, tucked away from the rest of the world.

His eyes didn’t leave the view either, but there was something in the quiet that seemed almost intimate, like he was letting you in on something. “Aye,” he said, finally looking at you. “I used to come here when I needed to think. Clear my head.” He paused, studying you closely, like he was deciding how much to share. “Used to come here with someone else, too.”

Your heart gave a small, unexpected skip at the mention of someone else. You glanced at him, searching his face for any sign of what that “someone else” meant. He didn’t elaborate, though. Just kept that same unreadable look, like he wasn’t sure how much you needed to know.

You leaned back in the seat, still holding onto his hand, the weight of the moment wrapping around both of you like a familiar old blanket. You didn’t need to press him, not yet anyway. There were still so many things you wanted to say, but for now, the city lights, the sound of Drew’s breathing, and the feeling of his hand in yours were enough. The rest could wait.

Finally, you turned your head, catching Drew’s gaze once more. “I don’t know how long it’s gonna be before I get another chance to see you like this, anything you had in mind” you questioned, teasing slightly, but truthfully it was a genuine question. You didn’t know when you’d see him again.

Drew’s smirk softened, and his thumb traced small circles over your hand. “Let’s make the most of it.” He said as you both locked eyes and the space between you two started fading…fast. You were breathing but it felt like the whole world just stopped the moment your lips connected to his. As he shifted his weight, the sounds of his leather jacket made you instinctively grab onto it with your free hand clutching it tightly beneath your palms. Drew knew how desperate you were and slowly guided you over onto his lap, your knees being on both sides of his legs as you could feel his bulge through the fabric of his black jeans. Even during all of the shifting, your mouths never let go of one another. His tongue, the mixture of saliva, and the faint taste of Wheatley Vodka accompanied the make out session you had. Your hands slowly untangled as his palms cupped your cheeks deepening the kiss you two shared. I’m really fucking kissing Drew McIntyre, but with how close you were and the friction becoming more and more heated, you were getting agitated. The fabric you both had on were in the way and it seemed that Drew felt the exact same way, because it was only for a brief moment that you both pulled away from each other. That kiss left you breathless yet wanting more at the same time as you quickly raised your arms slightly, letting your elbow rest against the ceiling of the car for a second as Drew removed your shirt, quickly pulling them back down you took off Drew’s leather jacket and his shirt tossing them both to the back. And just like that your lips were back onto each other’s again, only this time, you were the first one to take something off as you fumbled with his belt buckle for a few seconds. Being away from that kiss for even a few seconds felt criminal and you weren’t willing to pull away just to see where anything was, neither was he as you felt your lace bra come undone with a soft click.

Your breasts sprang free the moment the fabric dropped onto Drew’s chest which you quickly tossed into the passengers seat, uncaring about how sloppy the kiss was getting. Drew’s rough hands glided towards your chest before taking both your nipples in between his fingers causing a soft moan to slip from your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by teasing you but you could play the same game, grinding your hips just above his where there was only a small amount of friction between you two. This earned a growl from Drew as you only smiled in the kiss, but he didn’t seem to be pleased in the slightest. It was almost like he could tease you but doing it back to him, was a mistake you’d end up paying for. His hands slowly pulled away from your breasts before unbuttoning your shorts, pulling your legs around where you were now in a sitting position with your legs draped across the passenger seat. “Take ‘em off” he instructed but his voice was firm, a command you knew you would follow regardless of what your mind told you. You quickly slipped off your sneakers before pulling off your shorts and panties along with them.

While you were busy doing that, Drew had slid his pants pants down just past his knees before tugging at the fabric of his boxers, sliding them down as well just in time for you to turn around and be met with a mouth watering sight. His hairy chest accompanied with a happy trail that lead directly to his dick had your eyes locked in place. Your pussy jumped in anticipation as your hands found their way over to the hard, veiny muscle between his legs. It was thick and the more your hand wrapped around it and moved up and down, the more desperate you became. You knew using a condom was a smart decision, but the thought of being filled with Drew’s dick, in his black mustang, while his hands were wrapped around you were enough to send the thought away. But you were smart enough to know better…for now.

“You got condoms don’t you?” You questioned before biting your lip as if contemplating your decision to use them but you decided to go with it. “Look in the glove compartment” he said while looking directly at you, his blue eyes baring into your dark brown ones making you really question that decision. If you looked at him any longer you could see yourself risking it all, prompting you to quickly turned away before opening the glove compartment and taking out a Trojan magnum XL, yanking it open with the pull of your teeth. With a swift motion, you pulled your hand away from Drew’s cock taking the condom out of the wrapping before discarding the wrapping somewhere in the car for now. “Oh? Someone doesn’t want any happy accidents, do they?” He teased as he felt the wet latex cover his muscle before pulling you back onto his lap. “Hell no, but if you keep talking to me like that we just might have one.” You cooed before grabbing both sides of his face, his beard feeling rough against your hands but the latex rubbing against your folds only made the space between you two unbearable.

As if you both had the same idea, your lips connected once again as your hands wrapped themselves around his neck pulling him closer. While you were distracted with playing tongue hockey, he took the opportunity to reach below you and position his dick right where it needed to be before pushing in causing a gasp to escape from your lips before a look of satisfaction appeared in your eyes. Drew didn’t want to waste any time and neither did you which is why just as quick as he entered you, you were already moving your hips against his. Drew leaned his seat back slowly while watching the scene unfold in front of him, your hands slowly unraveling from around his neck and making their way to his chest.

Your insides pushed inward towards the latex, tightening around him as gasps of pleasure slipped from you each time his dick pushed against your insides. “You’re a tight one aren’t you, squeezin’ me” he commented in a low hiss while admiring how hard your nipples got, the faint streetlights from the outside crossing over to highlight your nipples perfectly. Your body was like a temple for this man, his hands were all over it but to him everything about you was too perfect to not be touched. The veins in his hand became more prominent as his grip around your breast tightened, his thumbs flickering over your nipples causing your back to arch slightly.

“D-Drew…” you whispered before starting to slam your hips down against his making the friction inside of you increase and the feeling of your insides get warmer. Your pussy was only getting wetter and wetter by the second the more your hips made contact with his and the deeper he pushed into you. Despite this latex being in the way, you wanted all of him, down to the base. “Beautiful and desperate”, he hummed as he kneaded your breasts before pulling you down closer to his chest just enough to have your breast right in his face. His tongue slid over one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth completely while using his other hand to slowly slide around your back and down to your ass before smacking it once causing you to cry out. Without a second thought, Drew suddenly began to thrust upward, his hand staying on your ass for a little stability. But the rougher his thrusts got, the more erotic your face became especially with how deep he was going and you just couldn’t get enough of it.

The sweat droplets that covered his hairy chest, how his hair became messy as strands started sticking to his forehead because of the work he was putting in, as well as how rough his palms were gripping your ass like no tomorrow sent shivers down your spine. “Look at you, how tight this cunt is for me.” His Scottish accent was thick with seduction and need as your moans and his groans filled the car. “Ughnnn! Right t-there!” you screamed out as you rotated your hips against his, matching his thrusts. Your insides being hit in different directions by his cock made it all the more pleasurable, especially when he brushed over that spot causing your body to shudder. “I knew you’d be good for me, you’re exactly where I want you, understand me?” He whispered in your ear before as his hands squeezed your hips leaving imprints from his hands but you were into much bliss to care. As your hips slammed against his and you could feel the latex pushing up against your g spot, you could only throw your head back in pleasure not wanting this feeling to leave. “F-Fuck! D-Drew hit that fucking spot again! I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Oh yeah?” He questioned before taking a fistful of your dreads into his hands before tugging on them. “Show me sweetheart” his accent was thicker and his voice was around one octave lower than normal. That combined with the hair pulling made you go mad as you felt yourself spill all over the latex. “S-Shit! Don’t f-fucking stop!” You pleaded as Drew kept at it, loving the overstimulation, but this gave Drew an idea. “If I stop, it’ll be to give you something better. Still don’t want me to stop?” He spoke lowly into your ear leaving you to make a decision.

As much as you didn’t want him to stop bouncing you, you were curious on what he meant about giving you something better. “Just say the word Y/N” he said holding your hips in place stopping you from rotating them, to where he had full control before rotating them agonizingly slow. “S-Stop”, you muttered before Drew only gave a smirk in response and opened the car pulling you off of him for a quick second before stepping out of the car carefully and bending you over forcing your head into the drivers seat. “That’s much better, look at this view.” He commented before you felt a sharp pain on your right ass cheek causing a moan to erupt from you. It was painful, but it was also pleasurable. But before you could relish in that too much, you felt him enter you again, and surprisingly even though the door was open and technically this was in public, that was the last thing on your mind. As your body jolted forward with each thrust and your legs began to slightly shake, you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll back. As his cock was burying deeper and deeper into your insides, his hands found their way around your throat pulling your head up and making you face him neck exposed and posture compromised, the power dynamic being unmistakable in the way you looked up with a mix of tension and submission.

You could only let out gasps of pleasure completely as your body kept jolting forward from Drew’s hips hitting against yours repeatedly. “Aye, I told you, I’d give you something way better didn’t I?”he cooed as you could only roll your eyes back in response as you felt his cock start to nail your g-spot over and over again causing your legs to tremble as you let yourself go all over him once again. “Mmm! C-Cum i-inside me, give it to m-me p-please!” You begged completely forgetting the fact that he had a condom on.

Drew being the sly man he is didn’t remind you but instead gave a deep chuckle before it turned into a growl as his thrusts became more rough and primal as if he was taking ownership of the body beneath him. The look on his face said it all as his grip around your throat tightened, his fingers made their way into your mouth forcing it open and his hips slammed against your again letting out his seed into the latex inside of you. A drawn out moan accompanied him as he pulled out and slammed back in again causing your legs to give out, he was the only thing holding you up by this point. You were drooling all over his fingers and your body was spent.

After taking some time to catch your breath you could only look at him desperately with pleading eyes. Your hands gripped onto his wrists as his fingers slowly pulled out of your mouth, you could only bite your lip trying to give him a hint at that you weren’t ready to be done.

“You want Round 3 don’t you?”

“Oh definitely but Drew” you cooed. “This time with the condom off”, you whispered before moving your hips back and forth slowly teasing him further.

Oh boy…. ᡣ𐭩

A/N: I don’t know I do this bro…literally screaming and kicking my feet😭😗

A/N #2: Imma be real friend, that Damian one gonna take a minute but I will get to it😭

Divider Credits: @iwonbin & @aquazero

Taglist: @luvrgirl4roman @luvrsluxe @mselenalovebug @punksyeet @binnieaddict @sheaabuttaababyy @empressdede @uceyliyahh

[ms-wwe]

YOU ASKED FOR IT...HERE'S ANOTHER TEASER FOR AN UPCOMING CHAPTER IN RIGHTEOUS DESIRES

I stand in front of the hotel room door, my nerves are so bad it feels as if a thousand pins are stabbing me all over my body. Was I really here? Was I really about to do this? Did I really have the ability to stand here and not shatter like a broken mirror? These thoughts race through my mind as I clench my jaw so tight I feel as if my teeth may crumble under the pressure. How would I ever explain this to Colby? Do I even tell Luis? I take a step closer to the tall matte black door, and with a sharp exhale, I manage to knock. "It's after midnight, I'm sure he's asleep" I say to myself in a whisper as I quickly turn around, trying with everything in me to undo this horrible decision and make it out without being seen. Then I hear it, the door opening, and it's as though my body turns to stone, and I stop dead in my tracks, I know I should keep walking, there's no reason for me to be here, but I can't seem to make myself keep moving. "Riot?" I hear the deep scratchy voice say from behind me. It feels like I've been hit by lightning, the sting that shoots down my spine is almost sickening. I hadn't heard that voice speak my name in a decade, and I knew from the sound of it, he was just as confused as I was, yet that strange, almost supernatural pull towards one another still exists, only now, it's uncomfortable and unwelcome. I turn around hesitantly, my entire body trembling as we make eye contact, his hazel eyes still feel as if they can pierce right through my very being. His hair is a mess, he'd clearly been sleeping, his facial hair is a bit long, and it's more grey now than it was even a year ago. He's wearing an old raggedy shirt that's been cut into a tank top, clearly done by my sister, and his grey sweats have definitely seen better days. My heart has a sinking feeling as he stares at me, this was the closest him and I had been in ten years, and my mind felt like it couldn't catch up to the reality I'd managed to find myself stuck in. "Hey, Phil" I say with a nervous stutter.

[madhatterbri]

All Tied Up | D.M.

Summary: Drew trusts Y/N to take the reins for the night. 18+.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes.

Drew McIntyre Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @miss-kuki-nz

Drew sighed happily as he sat in the bathtub. The smell of lavender danced under his nose. His sore muscles relaxed in the warm water. His girlfriend massaged all his achy muscles from his job. He could certainly get used to this.

Soft kisses are placed on the sensitive parts of his neck. His head lulls from side to side to give her better access. Any worries he had previously had left his mind. Now, it was just a hot bath with the most beautiful girl in the world.

He turned to look at Y/N. "Ready to tie me up?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "More than anything,"

Drew dried himself off first, then excused himself to the bedroom.

Y/N found it hard to get herself ready. Anticipation ate at her. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. This was the first time she had ever done anything like this before. She took a deep breath to calm herself. After researching the internet, she knew she was ready to make this enjoyable for both of them.

With a little more supportive talk, Y/N walks into the bedroom. His eyes immediately drawn to her. A see-through lingerie dress with nothing else on. Drew cursed under his breath. If he was in charge, the dress would already be in shreds on the floor.

"First things first, you won't be seeing anything. Is that okay?" She asked. After rummaging through the nightstand, she pulls out a red silky blindfold.

His mouth drops in shock, and he recovers. "Th-that's fine,"

Y/N makes her way towards him. She places the blindfold over his eyes. To tease him, she starts to kiss him. Her lips lingered on his. A hand ran down his hairy chest and stomach. He moans against her lips when her fingers touch his happy trail. Just like that, her fingers move to the side and don't go any lower. He grunts in frustration.

Drew is led to the bed to avoid falling or injury. He obeys his girlfriend's instructions on where to set himself. When he is in the correct position, his arms and legs are spread out.

Not wanting to use rope, Y/N restrains him with some of his ties. He is compliant in being tied up. She takes a moment to admire her handiwork. Her eyes trail down to his groin.

She has to calm herself when she sees how hard he is. Any thoughts of just taking him are quickly squashed. Her mantra the entire week was to be patient, and she intended to keep it that way.

Drew's breathing is quiet. He wants to hear her every movement.

The bed creaks under them. She straddles his hips but not before sliding the tip of his cock between her wet folds. He tries to buck his hips to be inside of her, but no avail. "Darling, please,"

"Patience," she tsked.

Her lips meet his in a heated kiss. A trail of kisses left on his burning skin from his neck down to his inner thighs. When he feels her hot breath against his cock, he struggles against the binds. Y/N had to bite back her giggle.

"You dare tease me like this when you know I can do the same to you some day?" He asked. His voice is husky. The pent-up man wants nothing more than to rip the binds off and fuck her.

His breath hitches in his throat the moment her tongue slides his length. The moment the tip of his cock disappears in Y/N's mouth he inhales quickly.

Drew starts to pant and grunt as more of him slides in her mouth. One hand placed on his hip to keep from thrusting upwards. Her other hand at the base of his cock. When his tip hits the back of her throat, she stops.

As expected, he fights with the restraints. He grunts as her head bobs up and down on him. Her hand rubbed any part of him she couldn't reach. Short, breathy moans sound like music to her ears.

"Gods, darling, I'm close. I'm-"

Y/N pulls away. Another curse word falls from his lips. The coolness of the room on his wet dick a cruel reminder of the loss of her mouth and hand. He struggles against the binds once more.

She climbs up the bed once again. The tip of his cock finds its way in her folds. Her hips move back and forth. She moaned his name. Her hand plays with her clothed breath while the other plays with her clit. Her hand brushes against him.

"Drew, I am touching myself for you," she informed him. More moans of his name fall from her.

"Please, let me see," he begged. "Describe everything,"

"I imagine it's you. Your hand playing with my breast and pussy. I need you, Drew," she whined.

"Have me. Take what you need," he implored.

Y/N stopped touching herself. Her lingerie is removed. Ever so slowly, she lowers herself on him.

"That's it, darling. Nice and slow," he complimented.

The tip of his cock pushes inside of her. His entire length disappears inside of her without issue. Once fully seated on him, she gives herself a moment for her body to adjust.

Her pace is slow. Hands placed on his hairy chest to steady herself. He moved his hips around. One particular thrust made her moan loudly. Drew smiled to himself. He found her sweet spot.

That moment awoke something in both of them. She rode him as he thrusted upwards. Their rhythm picks up. He moves to hit the sweet spot repeatedly.

With nothing to bury her face in, her moans sound through the whole room. Her head lulled back. Eyes half closed as her orgasm comes closer. The heaviness in her lower stomach almost too much to bear.

They peak at the same time. A sense of euphoria grabs a hold of them. He jerks as his cum fills her up. Her walls clenched around him and milked him for more.

The room is silent, save for the heavy breathing from the pair. She steadies herself before untying him. His hands first so he could remove the blindfold.

"That was the best idea you ever had," he complimented once he removed his blindfold. Drew rubbed his wrists. Next, they rolled around in circles.

Y/N hummed in response. She laid down next to him. Her head lay on his shoulder. The Scotsman pulled her close. His face buried in her hair. Gentle kisses and praises were given to her until she fell into a peaceful sleep.

[gabbypedrig]

pov: you miss the usos

[wallofchynax]

SNOWED IN

SYNOPSIS: You're on a getaway with your husband Drew McIntyre but you both get snowed in. However, you don't let the night go to waste (Requested, thank you <3)

Content Warning: fluff, oral sex, aftercare, female reader

got a request? send it over to me <3

The snowstorm had rolled in faster than expected, blanketing the world outside in a thick simmering white. The wind howled against the window of your cozy cabin, but the inside, warmth wrapped around you like a soft blanket. The fire crackled, filling the room with the scent of burning wood and a glow of embers. The storm had cancelled your plans; leaving you with your husband, Drew McIntyre, with nothing but each other to indulge in.

And oh boy, you planned on indulging in him as much as you could because he looked so good tonight.

Dressed in a fitted sweater that clung to his muscular frame and a pair of dark jeans that did nothing to hide the powerful build of his thighs, he moved around the kitchen with an ease that was mesmerizing. The light from the fire danced across his sharp features, the strong line of his jaw, the fullness of his lips, the piercing blue eyes that flicked toward you.

“You just gonna sit there staring at me all night, love?” His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew it wasn’t just from the cold.

You curled your legs beneath you on the couch, sipping the glass of wine he had poured for you earlier. “Maybe,” you teased, biting your lip. “It’s a pretty damn good view.”

Drew chuckled, shaking his head before setting the table; a simple yet intimate dinner of steak, roasted potatoes, and vegetables, all prepared by his skilled hands. The sight of your towering, battle-worn husband taking such care in preparing something for you made your chest ache with love.

As you walked towards the table, his eyes trailed over you, lingering in all the places that he liked the most. The sweater you were wearing barely hid the curves of the body, and the way the trousers you were wearing extenuated your beautiful legs. It was all enough to make his jaw tighten.

“Come here…” He murmured, trying to pull you into his chair, on his lap instead of your own chair which was across from him.

You gasped softly, your hands resting against his broad shoulders as he nuzzled against your neck, his scruff grazing your skin in a way that sent heat pooling between your thighs. “Drew, dinner,” you breathed, but you made no move to get up.

“Hmm…” he hummed, his lips pressing against your throat, “I’ll wait. But I needed you a little closer,” His large hands cross your thighs, thumbs tracing slowly, teasing your sensitive skin

“Mmm,” he hummed, his lips pressing against your throat. “I’ll wait. But I needed you closer.” His large hands splayed across your thighs, thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles over your bare skin.

Dinner was filled with lingering touches and playful teasing. He fed you steak straight from the fork. He watched you with a hunger, but it was a different kind of hunger when you wrapped your lips around the utensil. His fingers skimmed your inner thigh. His hand placement was more than innocent. Your body already thrummed with anticipation, knowing what would happen much later with the way that desire was building up between you two.

He did the dishes; you refilled glasses while looking pretty. However, you knew the wine won’t get drank anytime soon with the way that he wrapped his arms around you from behind with his lips finding your ear. His warm breath just felt so good against your ear.

"You are just far too tempting…” One of his large hands sliding up to cup your breast over your sweater, squeezing just enough to make you arch your body against him, “I’ve been thinking about taking you all day…”

Your breath hitched. Drew just had that incredible ability to make you melt in his hands effortlessly. You turned his arms, gazing up at him and fluttering your lashes.

“Then take me,”

A low growl rumbled in his chest. His lips crashed into yours. He lifted you up effortlessly into the counter. Your hands knocking off anything that was blocking your way. His hand gripped your thighs as he gently parted them, standing between them as he devoured you with each heated kiss. His tongue claimed yours savouring the taste.

His hands made their way under your sweater, dragging up until he could bare more of your skin to him. He groaned; you weren’t wearing a bra. Why would you? Neither of you were planning on going out and you both knew exactly what you would end up spending your night doing. He took in the sight of you; your smooth curves, the way your nipples hardened in the cold air.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he almost growled against your skin, tracing his fingers down your breasts, your sides, over the curve of your hips. You shivered, purely from the feeling of his hands on her body.

“Bedroom,”

And you didn’t need to ask him twice.

You clung to him as he carried you upstairs.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the glow of the fire from downstairs casting flickering shadows against the walls. Drew set you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled off his sweater, revealing the chiselled expanse of his chest and abs.

Your finger traced over the over his scars as his muscles flexed beneath the pads of your fingers. He was perfect. You leaned up to press soft kisses against his chest.

“You’re so perfect,”

Drew’s breath was hot against your lips as he pressed you back into the mattress, his heavy, muscular body caging you beneath him. His thick fingers gripped the hem of your sweater and peeled it over your head, revealing the full curves of your breasts, your nipples already tight from the anticipation crackling between you. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,”

He cupped one breast in his massive hand, his calloused thumb brushing over your hardened nipple, teasing you just enough to make your breath hitch. Then, without warning, he ducked his head, his hot mouth latching onto the soft flesh. His tongue laved over the sensitive peak before he sucked, his lips pulling hard enough to send a sharp pulse of arousal straight to your core.

You gasped.

Your hands reached forward and dug your hands into his thick dark hair. His other hand trailed down your stomach. He groaned when he found your already soaking, the heat of his palm pressing against your pussy.

“All this for me?”

He pressed a thick finger inside of you, curling it just the right way. Slow, deliberate and stroking over that spot that makes you see stars. He didn’t tease. His tongue swiped up your slit in one slow, deliberate lick before he sucked your clit between his lips, his thick fingers still pumping in and out of you. His beard was rough against your inner thighs as he devoured you, his deep groans vibrating through your core. His grip on your hips was firm, keeping you pinned in place as you writhed beneath him.

“Fuck! Drew!”

Your hands clenched in his hair, tugging but he was like a man on a mission only humming which went right through your clit sending shockwave of pleasure through you.

He ate you like he was starved, flicking his tongue in tight, fast circles before flattening it against your clit, dragging slow, wet strokes. His fingers curled deeper, pressing firmly inside you, stretching you, his hand drenched with your arousal. Your thighs trembled around his head, but he didn’t stop until your entire body tensed, your orgasm crashing over you in sharp, electric pulses.

As you came, he didn’t let up, licking you through it, his tongue working you until you were gasping, twitching, pushing at his broad shoulders. Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening with your slick, a smug smirk on his face.

“I love the way you fall apart for me,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly.

Still panting, you reached for him, hooking your legs around his waist as he crawled back over you. You could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing against your thigh, still trapped behind the rough denim of his jeans. Impatient, you reached down, fumbling with his belt, but he caught your wrist, guiding your hand lower.

“Feel what you do to me,” he murmured, pressing your palm over the thick bulge straining against his fly. He was so hard, so fucking big, and the heat of him sent a fresh wave of need through you.

“Drew, please,” you whispered, grinding against him, desperate to feel him bare against you.

He didn’t make you wait. He couldn’t wait himself. His boxers went down in one fluid motion as his thick, heavy cock sprang free, leaking precum. Your mouth gaped open from the side. You were always amazed by the size of him, the thickness and the way the veins rang across his cock. He lazily stroked himself looking at you with a dark look.

He didn’t make you wait. He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already leaking at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the sheer size of him, the way the veins along his shaft pulsed as he stroked himself slowly.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, love,”

You obeyed, and he didn’t hesitate, lining himself up before pressing the broad, leaking head of his cock against your soaked entrance. He groaned deep in his chest, his hands bracketing your hips as he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch.

The burn was exquisite, the sheer size of him forcing your body to take him, accommodate him. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you so completely you could barely breathe.

“Fucking hell,”

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out before driving back in, his hips rolling with deliberate, measured thrusts. His size made every stroke feel deeper, hitting places inside you that had you keening, clinging to him.

“Fuck…you’re so fucking tight,”

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, meeting every thrust, needing him deeper, harder. His grip tightened, one hand sliding to the back of your neck as he kissed you fiercely, his tongue pushing into your mouth in time with his cock plunging inside you. The air was thick with the sound of your slick, the slap of skin against skin, the deep, guttural noises Drew made every time he bottomed out.

He took his time. Making you feel every inch of him. Feel that incredible burn that you loved so much.

His thrusts grew rougher, his pace brutal as his control frayed. His large hands gripped your thighs, hitching them higher, angling your hips so he could hit that spot that made you cry out, your nails raking down his back.

“Go on my love,” he growled against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. He was losing control over himself, but he wanted you to finish first.

“I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you fall apart.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, pushing you closer and closer until you shattered, your walls clenching around him, dragging him over the edge with you. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside you, filling you with heat.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies slick with sweat, your breathing ragged. Then, slowly, Drew softened, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your throat, your shoulder, your temple.

He pulled out carefully, murmuring soft praise as he gathered you into his arms, tucking you against his chest. His hands traced slow, soothing patterns along your spine, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your forehead.

You hummed sleepily, already boneless, sated. “Maybe we should get snowed in more often.”

Drew’s deep laughter rumbled through his chest, his arms tightening around you. “Aye, love. I think that’s a damn good idea.”

Drew didn’t let you go. Even as the waves of pleasure faded and your body melted into the bed, he stayed close, keeping you wrapped up in his warmth. His thick arms cradled you, his chest rising and falling in steady, deep breaths. The room smelled like sweat and sex, the air still charged with the heat of what you had just shared, but now, there was only softness.

His calloused fingers traced slow, lazy circles over your spine, his lips pressing feather-light kisses to your temple. His touch was so different now. The hunger and intensity were gone and now, he was gentle, reverent, as if grounding himself in your presence.

“You alright?” he murmured, his voice husky but tender.

You nodded, nuzzling into his chest, inhaling the deep, familiar scent of him, woodsy cologne, the salt of his sweat, something unmistakably Drew.

“Mm. More than alright,”

A pleased hum rumbled from his chest, and you felt his lips curve into a soft smile against your forehead. His hand slid lower, massaging your hips, his strong fingers kneading the muscles there, working out any tension he might have left behind.

He always did this.

He always made sure you were taken care of afterward, never letting you drift too far from him.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he whispered, shifting slightly to reach for the discarded towel he had left on the nightstand earlier.

You made a small noise of protest, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms, but he shushed you with a kiss to your cheek. “I’ve got you,” he reassured, his voice deep and soothing.

True to his word, he was careful, warm hands parting your thighs as he used the towel to gently wipe away the mess between them. His touch was slow, reverent, his gaze lingering on where he had been just moments ago. His expression softened as he stroked over your inner thigh, pressing a kiss just above your knee before discarding the towel.

Satisfied that you were comfortable, he pulled the thick duvet over both of you, cocooning you in warmth. You sighed in contentment as he gathered you back into his arms, tucking you against his chest. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling gently in your hair.

“You’re so good to me,” you pressing a soft kiss over his heart.

His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your forehead. “You deserve it, love,” he whispered. “Always.”

You let out a deep, happy sigh, tracing slow patterns over the firm planes of his chest.

The wind still howled outside, the storm raging on, but inside, in Drew’s arms, everything was quiet. Peaceful. The fire in the other room crackled softly, the golden light flickering against the walls.

Drew kissed your forehead one last time before tilting your chin up so he could look at you, his blue eyes soft, full of something deeper than just lust.

You curled closer, breathing him in, warmth and love surrounding you as you let yourself drift.

[delilahcalicocat]

Hey! Could you do a story with Drew McIntyre and a female reader where they are married. He just came home from a live tour. They wind up having a romantic night with lots of love making.

A/n: Yes, sorry if this fic is a little bad. I have never written for Drew before. But I am super excited too!

♤~ I'll Be Calling In Sick..~♤

{Rating: Fluff, Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected sex, Kissing, Making out, use of sex toys, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Swearing.}

{Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Wife!Fem!Reader}

You'd been awaiting your husband's Return home, being gone so long made you physically crave him.

You weren't going to admit that to him though, you'd be punished for that..

So that day, you'd worn a black latex-like top, with a miniskirt. Something you knew would get you in trouble with him.

He walked in the door, with a simple: "Honey, I'm Home."

He then spotted you on the couch in your... outfit...

"What the fuck are you wearing Y/N?" He questioned

"Clothes? Why do you ask?" You said with a smirk tugging at your lips.

"If you consider that clothes, I must be a fuckin' fairy or something." Drew remarked.

"Why do you think your a fairy? Did you not expect your wife to be wearing this? I was waiting for you to come home Drew." You said, standing up and walking towards him

"Y/N, you were actually waiting for me? It's hard to believe that.." Drew said

"You're not exactly aware of what you do to my thoughts when your gone..." You said into his ear.

Those words awoke something in Drew, his eyes widened and his head snapped towards your face.

"Bedroom. Now." He said coldly, you hurried up the stairs.

He was following behind you.

As you walked into the bedroom, Drew was getting ready to close the door, as soon as he did. You two were making out, as he held a small bullet vibrator to you..

He broke the kiss for a second, making you moan and gasp a little.

Without warning, he then slid into you.

Basically making you cockwarm, as you were both tongue-tied.

Eventually, you two went back and forth. A fight for who was on top.

You had won that battle, only for Drew to flip you over on your back and fuck up into you.

"D-Drew..." You moaned

You kept chanting his name, you and him were an unbreakable bond..

You loved Drew... and he Loved you.

After many hours of love, Drew got up to get a washcloth for you.

You glanced at the clock..

"Drew! We spent 12 hours of the night?!" You said, noticing it was 6:00am.

Hed gotten home at 6:00pm which is when you both started..

"Calm Down, I'll Be calling in sick for tonight's show." He said.

You both cleaned up and then you both passed out, only to wake up at 12:45pm.

"How 'bout another round m'lady?" He joked

"Don't even think about it. My legs already are numb." You said.