#drew gulak x reader

[smartycvnt]

Monster

Pairing: Drew Gulak x Reader

Summary: Drew hurts you during a training session and tries avoiding you afterwards because of his guilt.

NR

WC: 738

Everything had happened so fast. One moment, you were on Drew's back so he could show you how to scramble out of your upcoming opponent's submission finisher. The next, you were laying on the ground clutching your knee and crying out in pain. Drew had instantly stood up to check on you. He was saying something, but you couldn't hear him over the roaring pain in your ears. Drew was screaming about something, but it wasn't until you were being moved around that anything started to make any sense to you. Drew was no longer anywhere near you, but you could see some of the guys trying to calm him down. A few of your peers were checking in on you, but it was obvious that you were far from okay.

You had been rushed off to the hospital for an emergency surgery on your knee. Your roommate had picked you up from the hospital, where Drew had decided not to visit you. You tried to tell yourself that the guy was just going through some of his own baggage because he had hurt you. It wasn't easy, but eventually you stopped being so angry with Drew. You watched your replacement for your match go on to win the tag titles with your partner, which was when that anger reared its ugly head again. You were jealous of the new NXT Women's Tag Team Champions, you were angry at Drew, and you were mad at yourself for thinking that anybody actually cared about you.

"Y/n, it's good to see you," Ivy Nile greeted you. It had been nine and a half long months of recovery, but you had finally gotten back into ring shape. You didn't see yourself as the same as anybody else backstage though. You were starting to understand people like Zoey Stark a little better, someone who you had once denounced as being too angry and aggressive. You wanted to hurt the people who had left you behind when you got hurt, but you had no idea where to start.

"For now," you muttered under your breath as you moved past her. Ivy was definitely a little more than confused by your behavior. She hadn't come to visit you when you had been away though, nobody had. That was why you weren't working with anybody anymore. You'd take the NXT Women's Championship for yourself, and then maybe find a loyal subject to help you claim the title that you had originally been gunning for.

"Y/n, hey, I didn't know if it was true or not. I've missed you so much," Drew said as he ran up to hug you. You pushed yourself away from him immediately. Drew looked confused, as if he hadn't just ignored you in the time when you needed him the most. "What's wrong?"

"You'll find out in time with everybody else," you told him.

"Um, okay..." Drew watched you walk off. Shawn let you open the show with your statement, which you knew would rock the whole NXT roster, both male and female. Everybody would need to watch their backs because you knew that you'd be bringing in a new age of aggression. There were others who had the same thing inside of them, but they needed a leader, someone to let them know they could get away with their actions if their numbers were big enough.

"NXT Universe, it has been a very long time. Did you miss me?" you asked as you leaned against the ropes. They cheered and cheered, like the idiots that they were. "Of course you did. I mean, even my peers missed me. It's crazy, every single person who spoke to me on my way out here told me that they missed me. They went on and on about how good it was to finally see me again, but do you know what doesn't make sense to me? They could have come and seen me, they could have checked in on me, but not a single one of them did. Not my tag partner, not even my boyfriend. I was at my lowest point, my most vulnerable, and they all left me to sit by myself all day and count the seconds tick by. Do you know what that does to a person? I'll tell you what it does, it creates monsters. And I'm a monster that nobody is ready for, absolutely nobody."

[dirtywresling102]

imagine request if possible: Drew Gulak x F!Reader; fluff preferred, being trained by Drew and slowly falling in love/realizing feelings during reader's debut match (where Drew gets to walk reader out to the ring)?

Pairing: Drew Gulak x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crushes

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You nervous?"

Looking up from your fidgeting fingers you saw a smiling Drew Gulak standing there.

"Very." You exhaled a shaky breath.

"Don't worry, you'll do great out there." Drew patted your shoulder which made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster than before and your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

"I think I'm going to puke." You admitted.

"No, no, no. Just breath, Y/N." Drew was now rubbing little circles into your shoulders.

"What if the crowd hates me?"

"They're suppose to! You're a heel!" Drew laughed.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot." You shook your head with a soft smile.

"There's that smile. Now, just like how I trained you and everything will be perfect."

As your music blared Drew smiled at you and nodded. You nodded right back at him and walked through the black curtains on top of the ramp, the crowed cheered for you until Gulak appeared right behind you and they quickly started to boo realizing that you were the bad guy.

You grinned as Drew walked next to you all the way down the the ring, you could get use to this feeling.

Drew watched you take powerful strifeful steps to the ring, his eyes sparkled the way he looked at you. He could get use to you by his side every match he had, his crush there supporting him. He knew he had to tell you how he felt tonight after the match.

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Jealous

Drew Gulak x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 2,517 Summary: Drew is jealous. Noam thinks he’s funny.

“I know, I know, you’re waiting to get me alone but not tonight, love, I’m busy,” Noam said loudly as he approached you backstage after his match. 

You rolled your eyes, and pushed him off as he gave you a giant kiss on the cheek. 

He slung his arm around your shoulders and pushed you along with him as he walked back to the locker room. 

“Well there go my plans for tonight,” you said, sarcastically as Drew joined you both. 

“Don’t worry,” Noam continued, “Drew’ll take care of you.” 

Drew smiled and nodded, not saying anything. 

“Well don’t keep me waiting, casanova,” you replied, pushing him off you. 

He blew a kiss to you as he walked backwards into the locker room, leaving you alone with Drew. 

Finally, you turned to him, grabbing the towel around his neck and pulled him closer, 

“Hey you,” you whispered, 

“Hi,” he replied, kissing you softly. You could tell something was off, though. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

He shook his head, 

“Nothing, just tired,” he said, “did you eat?” 

You shook your head, 

“I was waiting for you.” He smiled at that, but still, you worried for him. 

“Lemme get my stuff, we can leave together.” 

But he was quiet all the way out, taking your bags wordlessly and loading them into the car, nodding when you suggested where to eat, even letting you order for him once you were both seated. 

“What’s going on with you?” you asked him, finally. 

He shook his head, and you both finished the meal in near silence. He paid the bill, held your hand back to the car, and opened your door first. You offered to drive, but he shook his head. 

“You’re upset.” 

It was a statement. 

You knew if you asked a question you’d be met with silence again.

“I’m tired,” he replied, instead. 

“Drew,” you said, turning to face him. 

He said nothing and gripped the wheel tighter. You moved a hand over his thigh, but he didn’t react. He didn’t so much as shift in his seat, tell you to wait until you got to your room. 

He didn’t react at all and you knew something was very wrong. 

But he drove almost total silence with only the radio on to fill the air. 

Once at the hotel, you took your bags from his hands, making it a point to carry your own stuff since he was so keen on not acknowledging you tonight. 

He didn’t try to change your mind, either. 

Your only saving grace was running into Noam in the lobby of the hotel. Drew had checked in and you had stood by his side, despite his attitude, despite his grumpiness. 

But when you noticed Noam sitting by himself you found a reason to give Drew his space. 

“Waiting for someone?” you asked, hitting his knees with your bag. 

He looked up from his phone and smiled, 

“Only you,” he teased as you took the seat across from him. 

“You waiting to check in?” you asked. 

He nodded, 

“Yeah, I didn’t know you two would be here tonight,” he said, motioning to Drew. You turned, watching as Drew waited for you near the elevators. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked. 

You rolled your eyes, 

“I wish I knew,” you mumbled. “He’s been acting like that all night.” 

“Did you two get into a fight?” he asked. 

“Not that I know of,” you said, exasperatedly. 

“Well, hope you figure it out,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You sighed, standing up and heading in the opposite direction to meet Drew. 

“You done with him?” Drew asked pointedly as you joined him. He got onto the waiting elevator and all you could do was look at him in silent indignation. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you finally asked, stepping in with him. 

He shook his head, his expression completely calm. 

“Nothing,” he said. He waited a moment, and then continued. “It just feels like Noam’s got your attention these days.” 

He stared ahead, holding his bags with both hands, standing tall and rigid beside you. 

And all you could do was stare at him in shock. 

“He’s my friend?” you replied, unsure what he wanted to hear. 

“He sure is.” 

“Are you implying something?” you asked, as you both stepped out. 

“I’m not implying anything,” he replied. 

“I think you are and I don’t like it one bit,” you said, your voice getting louder. 

“Neither do I!” he shouted as soon as you both entered the room. You tossed your bags aside, staring up at him. 

You’d had enough of his bad attitude and you were in absolutely no mood to deal with his outbursts. 

So you stared at him, your arms folded over your chest, waiting for him to continue. 

“All you do is hang out with him, it’s like we can never have a minute alone together cause there’s Noam! With his arms around you or kissing you on the cheek or something else! It’s like I’m the afterthought in our relationship and he’s your priority!” 

“Noam is my friend! I care about him and I spend time with him the same way I spend time with literally all of my other friends!” you replied, your voice matching his. 

“Oh yeah? Do you let all your other friends hang off your arm like that? Or fall asleep on them when you sit backstage? Do all your other friends flirt with you in front of your boyfriend?” 

“Okay so you’re jealous,” you said, taking a seat on the bed. 

“I’m not jealous!” he yelled. 

“Convince me otherwise!” you yelled back. 

“What’re you talking about?” he asked. 

“You’re jealous of my friendship with Noam! Because you think I’m replacing you with him! But I’m not! I’ve known him for years so of course I’m comfortable around him but I’m not gonna fuck him!” 

“But you want to, don’t you?” he shot back. 

But you’d had enough. 

You bit your tongue for a moment, trying to find the best way to respond to him that wouldn’t ruin everything you’d built with him. 

But if he wanted to act like a child, well so could you. 

“You know what? Noam wouldn’t do this,” you finally said. 

You knew it was the wrong thing to say, that it would really make him angry now, but you didn’t care. You were tired of him, right now, and said the first thing that came to mind. 

“Oh yeah?” he said, his voice calming down. “Then go fuck him instead.” 

“Maybe I will!” you replied. 

“Go ahead!” 

“Fine!” 

“Fine!” 

For your own dramatic needs, you’d timed your final word just as you slammed the room door as you walked out. 

Once outside, though, you let out a shaky breath. 

It was going to take a while for him to calm down. 

You might as well make good on your word, you thought. 

***

Knocking on his door so late at night, you weren’t worried. You knew he’d be awake, and you knew he’d let you come in, 

“What is it this time?” Noam asked, looking you up and down. 

“Drew and I got into a fight,” you mumbled. “A fight that I am now aware of,” you added. 

He gave you a tired, half smile and sighed, but stepped aside. 

“Come on, I was about to order some food.” 

Half an hour later, you both sat on top of the bed, eating the burgers and fries he’d ordered, flipping through channels, finally landing on Ocean’s 11. 

“So what was the fight about?” Noam asked, taking the pickles off his burger and dropping them on your plate. 

“He thinks I wanna fuck you,” you said, through a mouthful of food. 

Noam choked, trying not to laugh as he chewed. 

You slapped him on the back twice before he waved his hand to signal he was okay. 

“What a load of crap,” he said, still laughing. 

You shrugged, 

“He doesn’t like the way you flirt with me in front of him, thinks you and I are too close,” you continued. 

“As if we’d ever sleep with each other,” he said. 

“That’s what I said!” you replied. 

“I mean, I can’t say I blame him. I’d be nervous if I were him,” he said, stealing fries off your plate. “Look at me! I’m a threat to anyone’s relationship!” 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pulling your plate out of his reach. 

It was quiet, now, as you both finished your food, watching the movie, not out of interest so much as boredom. 

But a knock on the door made you both look at each other, 

“Noam?” Drew’s voice came. 

You rolled your eyes, sinking back into the pillows, 

“Tell him I don’t wanna talk,” you mumbled. 

Noam paused, looking at you with a growing smile that only ever brought bad decisions with it. 

“Hold on!” he yelled, straining his voice, for some reason, bouncing the bed noisily.  

He stood up quickly, pulling his shirt off and then his pants, 

You sat up, confused, looking at him as he pulled one of the fresh towels out of the bathroom and wrapped it around himself, 

“What are you doing?!” you asked, trying to keep your voice down. 

He walked out of the bathroom, water splashed over his face and chest, messing up his hair as he walked to the door, 

“Just wait,” he whispered back. 

He paused at the door and you leaned over to see, but he waved you back. You moved back because you weren’t sure you wanted to see what was about to happen.

You heard his breathing get heavier and finally, Noam opened the door, 

“How’s it going Drew?” he asked, breathless. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He really wanted to die by Drew’s hands tonight, huh. 

You heard Drew start to speak, but stop. You closed your eyes, knowing full well that he was looking at Noam red with rage right now. 

And then, 

“You son of a bitch!” you heard him yell before Noam ran back into view. Drew was pushing him backwards while Noam tried to speak, pointing towards you, his words completely unintelligible. 

Finally, Drew looked over at you, sitting on top of the neatly-made bed, with plates of food still on top of the covers, and, most importantly, all your clothes still on while Noam’s shirt and sweatpants hung off the chair on the other side of the room. 

“Oh,” he said, looking at you. 

“Hey,” you replied. 

“Told you,” Noam choked out. 

The three of you looked at one another, slightly embarrassed, unsure of what to say next. 

“Drew,” you started, sighing, “let go of Noam,” you finally said. 

Drew looked back at him, Noam still stuck in Drew’s clutches before he dropped him to the ground. 

“Sorry, buddy,” he mumbled. 

Noam waved him off, 

“Do you mind?” you asked him. 

Noam looked at you in shock, 

“This is my room!” he exclaimed. 

“Please?” you asked. 

Noam sighed in resentment, 

“Fine,” he mumbled, standing up, picking his clothes off the chair and getting dressed again. “I’m going to Tony’s room. Enjoy the room I paid for,” he mumbled as he left. 

Finally, Drew turned to face you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, quickly, “I saw Noam at the door and he looked like that and I thought you two really had-” 

“Noam is an idiot,” you said, cutting him off, “but he’s also one of my closest friends who has never been anything more than that.” 

Drew stood there silently. 

He hadn’t changed out of his clothes, yet, still wearing the blazer over his t-shirt, but the baseball hat was gone and his hair was a mess. 

His hands were on his hip as he looked around, 

“So you guys didn’t…?” he started, not wanting to say it out loud. 

“We didn’t,” you replied. “He ordered food. We were watching TV,” you said, pointing at the tv in front of you. “Why did you come here?” you asked. 

“I...didn’t know where you went. I figured he might know. I didn’t think you were actually going to, you know, sleep with him. But then he answered the door like that and…” 

“He thought it would be funny,” you answered. 

“Super funny,” Drew deadpanned. 

He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, 

“I’m sorry,” he said with an exhale. “I said a lot of stuff that hurt you and I am so sorry for that. I don’t want to be that guy that’s suspicious of everyone in your life and I know there’s no excuse for the way I spoke to you…” he trailed off, not sure where to finish. 

You sighed and scooted towards him, sitting on your heels in front of him, one hand over his, 

“If I’m with you, Drew, then there is nothing that could take me away from you,” you said, softly. “And what you said hurt, because I’ve only got eyes for you, babe.” 

It got a small smile out of him, and that was all you needed to know that things were headed the right way. 

“Noam is my friend. He’s one of my best friends, actually, so yeah there’s a bond there that’s different from the others, but that still doesn’t change the bond that you and I have.” 

“I love you so much,” he said, quickly, cupping your face with his hands, 

“I love you more,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. 

Your movements were hesitant, unsure of where his head was in this moment, but as soon as your lips met his you realized what he wanted. 

He kissed you hard and rough, hands holding you tight in place against him. You pulled back, breathless, looking at him in shock, 

“Should we go back to the room first?” you asked. 

A devilish smile appeared and his eyes darted to the side wall. 

“Where’s Tony’s room?” he asked. 

“Next door,” you said, “why?” 

He looked back at you, eyes looking you over as he bit his lip, 

“Noam’s just next door,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck, “and I’ve been waiting so long, I don’t think I can make it back to our room.” 

His breath was hot against your neck, the tip of his nose tickling the crook of your neck, 

“Well then,” you whispered, pulling his head to look up at you. You rose to your knees, holding him by the chin, your fingers curling into his beard, “I guess we’ll just have to play it safe and stay here.” 

You pushed his blazer off his shoulders, letting it fall away as he stood up. He pushed you back onto the bed and moved over you, kissing his way up your body. 

You pulled your shirt off and pulled him back up to kiss him, 

“Let them all hear you,” he said into the kiss, “let them know there’s no one else that has you like me,” he said, pulling your pants down and propping your legs up.   

“Gladly,” you sighed as his head dipped between your legs.

[dadbodfanatic-x]

It hurts my heart that more people don’t write filthy smut for Drew Gulak.

[vixenslittleasylum-blog]

“All you have to do is say the word.” ft Drew Gulak

What Happened Was:You are the manager of Drew’s little ‘stable of chaos’ and until recently, you two were close friends. But the tension arises. And maybe, your advice to him about a romantic thing prompts you to take a closer look as to why he needed that advice in the first place?

Comments make my black soul happy,tbh. Or reblogs or whatever. Just a writer, returning to this whole writing fanfiction thing so I’ll take what I can get.

Words: 1k+ or something, shit.

Fandom: professional wrestling, 205 Live

Pairing: you / drew gulak.

Warnings: it’s too fluffy! I can’t believe that this little drabble thingy came out of my black hearted ass.

/masterlist/ & /tag squad post/ if you want to be added and tagged in things I write. My masterlist is.. Nonexistent right now? Because this is a new blog for me and I’m starting from scratch here..

You rolled your eyes. He was still at it, pouting like a child. He’d been doing it since you’d left the arena almost two hours ago and the silent treatment and the pouting was starting to get on your last nerve. You didn’t like it when he got like this and lately, it seemed like he did it a lot. You two seemed to stay tense around each other, you were picking up on it. So were your friends.

They kept insisting that maybe if you told him how you felt.. Maybe that tension would melt away. Their insistence that he might even return your feelings, that always served for a good laugh or two when you were out with them having drinks lately.

Drew Gulak… Wanting a mess like you?

Nah. An apocalypse was more likely than that.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Drew shifted his gaze to the passenger window, staring out intently. He’d seen you flirting with Baron again and honestly, that just told him he needed to give up on his little crush on you because you obviously had your mind all made up as to what kind of man you preferred.

Before Baron, you’d been dating some other biker looking asshole that he’d seen at the arena a time or two, hitting on anything with a pair of tits.

“Okay, fine.. Forget I asked. But if this is about that chick you were going to ask on a date, maybe if you made a move of some kind, did something to clue her in..” you let the words linger hesitantly and he chuckled, there was a certain marked bitterness to the chuckle that you noticed and you smirked to yourself, reaching out to lower the volume on the radio.

“Thank God. I was getting a little sick of The Rolling Stones.” Drew muttered the words, mostly hoping it’d steer you off track because if you didn’t get off this particular subject soon, he just had this feeling he’d wind up cracking and spilling it all. He cleared his throat and stated again calmly, “I don’t think it’d matter. She obviously has her type.”

“And? People change ‘types’ all the time.” you air quoted the word types and you gave a soft laugh as you shook your head. You’d definitely changed types because a few months ago?

You would never have given Drew Gulak a second glance.

Maybe it was being placed into an angle where you were the manager of his little ‘stable’ as of late.. Maybe that changed it all.

Or maybe, you had the passing thought, it was the night he’d carried you out of the hotel bar and up to your room and he’d seen to you while you slept off the end result of way too much tequila. The way you two had stayed up until almost 3 am, just talking about pretty much everything.. And the way he left you as you fell asleep and he left you wanting so much more than the formal and slightly awkward hug he offered.

“Yeah? Name one person.” Drew challenged you and he waited, wondering who you’d name, parts of him hoping that maybe… ‘Nah.. you can forget that now. She’s still flirting with Baron.’

“Well, technically, Drew.. I have.”

“You have not. Baron isn’t any different than your ex. He’s almost exactly the same, actually..” he grimaced at the harsh tone he’d taken and he quickly offered a quiet and mumbled apology, even if he didn’t mean it. The truth was, he envied Baron.. and all these other jerks like him. Because there was just something about them that you wanted, and he wanted you so bad he could taste it. But he didn’t dare try to force anything, and he felt like if he did try to flirt or anything, he’d only make things awkward between you two.

Ouch, shit.. that stung a little. - The words did make you wince as you took in what he was saying and you eyed him, a brow raised.  - Maybe, Gulak, if you would open your fucking eyes and notice me, wanting you.. Maybe I wouldn’t have to amuse myself with the other guys. - And you almost blurted it out, instead, you took a deep breath and told him calmly, “Regardless.. People change types all the time. Maybe this girl has. Maybe you just need to try harder. You know.. Maybe actually flirt with her, maybe you let her know she’s wanted. You’re an amazing guy, she’s lucky..” and you trailed off, before you said anything too crazy or revealing of your true feelings.

- Why the fuck are you helping him, exactly? You want him.

Drew sat there, considering your words and pondering over what that last little bit meant exactly.. Were you just being nice? Were you hinting at something? No, he thought to himself, it’d be in my best interest not to get my hopes up.. And maybe, he picked up on hints of your own bitterness and hurt and he stared at you for at least three and a half minutes, puzzling out what had to be bothering you in his mind.

Overthinking, as he typically did.

“Everything alright?” he asked the question tentatively and he eyed you, an expectant gaze, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah, it’s good.. I’m good.. Maybe just a little tired or something. I’ve been having an off night.” you did your best to wave off his concern and you crossed your fingers, hoping it worked. Because if he pushed too much, you’d wind up spilling everything. “Think I’ll just get a drink or something when we get to the hotel.”

The GPS’ automated drone cut through a thickening silence and Drew spoke up quietly, just as you were pulling into the hotel parking lot and killing the engine. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe if I tried… But this girl, I’m pretty sure she won’t notice because I’ve been trying for months now. She’s just… I don’t know.”

When he got out, you were left sitting there, thinking about it, feeling jealous over a girl you didn’t even know anything about because Drew was more than a little vague whenever he’d tell you about her.

For some reason, you found yourself thinking back over the past few months.. To all the little things he did, the little things you did in response and the way you two just.. Clicked.

With the exception of the past few weeks, of course.

And it hit you then..

But you tried to shove it out of your head. Because there was no way it was that simple, there was no way possible you were the girl in question… Right?

No, it couldn’t possibly be that simple because if it were, that meant one thing.. All the flirting you’d been doing with Baron and others in an attempt to get his attention was only doing the opposite and making him want to give up.

You had this feeling that you were right though. The churning of your stomach as you found yourself going back over every single little thing he’d done lately, and some of the bigger things that you’d put off to him merely being a friend and being slightly overprotective of you as a result.

The question remained… What did you do now? Did you attempt bringing up your suspicions? No, you thought to yourself, he’d only laugh and tell you that the girl in question was not you..Then things would get insanely awkward and the tension making you two fight as of late? Welp, that would just worsen.

The storm clouds were rolling in and just as you got out of the car and started to jog towards the building, hoping to catch up to him and confront him, the bottom dropped out. When you finally did make it inside, Drew was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ll be sharing your room this time. Otherwise, we’re all booked. And with that storm, this is probably the best you’re going to get tonight.” the desk clerk held out the key card and you took it, still reeling in shock over what you hoped to be true.

The whole ride up to your room, you were almost bouncing because you were so filled with this energy, this desire to do something about the situation itself before it got so fucked that no one could fix it.

DING!

The elevator slid to a stop on the floor your room was on and you stepped off, walking towards the door just as Drew sent you a text.

KEN DOLL.. WITH A BETTER BODY → hey, you get checked in?

KEN DOLL… WITH A BETTER BODY → Look.. about before.. I’m sorry, just forget it.

You were just sliding your key card into the slot, with the door unlocking when the door was opened from the other side and you looked up into the eyes of your best friend Drew, swallowing hard.

“Drew..”

“You told me to do something, to be more obvious..” he muttered the words quietly and before he had a chance to freak out or backpeddle on his obvious attempt, you were pressing against him and he was trying like hell to keep his balance as your luggage hit the floor of the hallway with a soft thud. He realized quickly what was happening just as your lips were latching onto his and you’d raised to tiptoe. He gripped your ass, pulling you up his body, your legs circled his waist as he squeezed and rubbed your ass and you moaned into his mouth breathlessly.

“It was my fault.. I thought maybe if I flirted with the biggest douchebags on the roster you’d play Superman, I.. Didn’t realize that you’d think I actually preferred those assholes.” the kiss broke at your admission and Drew was gaping, breathing heavily, clearly shocked at what you said.

“Wait, what?”

“I thought if I got in over my head, Drew..”

“You were gonna do.. That..”

“I didn’t know what else to do. I’m not good at this, okay?” you laughed softly and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m not either.”

“I’m cold and wet and tired.. Just take me inside, would you?” you shivered in his arms and as you spoke, your lips grazed right against his neck and he chuckled, swallowing hard as his gaze settled on the thin tee shirt you wore before he met your gaze again.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, princess. All you have to do is say the word.”

[xfirespritex]

Take Me Home - A Drew Gulak Story Chapter 1

Story Summary: Y/N and Drew Gulak have been friends for a long time and while her crush lingers she is glad to be his friend and by his side through all the ups and downs. After his loss to Mustafa Ali in Dallas on March 20th Drew is brokenhearted. Even more so when the flight home to Philadelphia to see his family is canceled. Y/N sees a chance to help her friend so she alters her plans to help him out. How will this change their relationship?

Pairing: Drew Gulak x Reader

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I’m going to blame @noscetipsum for this one because her Drew Gulak story made my obsession for the man grow. 

Hope you all like it!

Part 1

“I don’t believe this,” Drew mumbled beside me as we sat in the waiting area of the airport, both of our flights having been marked as delayed over an hour ago when we’d gotten here after the Smackdown and 205 Live taping.

 Drew was holding himself stiffly, his body sore after his hellish but amazing match with Mustafa Ali. My eyes left his form, following his gaze to the announcement board. The thing Drew definitely did not want to see flashed in front of him. Canceled.

 I frowned and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him. His mood was terrible tonight and I missed my friend who normally laughed and joked with me as we traveled. I couldn’t blame him though, the loss had hit him hard and his body had taken a good beating. Mustafa, always careful, had done his job in the ring but the loss hurt Drew’s pride and spirit which doubled the normal pains after a match, only adding to Drew’s sourness.

 “Don’t flip out Gulak, let me go see what we can do, okay?” I snagged his ticket from his hand and held it with my own, tugging my small purse over my shoulder as I headed to the ticket counter line. I waited, as patiently as I could in the line.

 As I approached the counter I must have looked angry as the woman behind the counter winced as she took in my demeanor. I softened as much as I could.

 “Sorry, must have had bitch face on,” I said, offering her a smile. She let out a sigh and smiled back.

 “Yeah, not a good night to be working,” she said, motioning to the crowds. “How can I help you?”

 “I know the cancellation isn’t your fault. But my friend and I are both trying to get home and he’s had a pretty bad day,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at Drew who was sitting with his head in his hands, a contemplative look on his face.

 “Damn,” the woman said as she followed my gaze and spotted him.

 “Yeah,” I said, turning back to face her. “So, I need to know that if he can’t get to Philadelphia if we can figure out getting him as near to Philly as possible tonight.”

 The woman nodded and began typing on her computer and her eyes brightened a little. “We have a flight leaving in an hour that he could still catch going to Harrisburg.”

I thought quickly, that was a three hour car drive. I wasn’t sure Drew could do that tonight, given the shape he was in. Sighing I glanced at my own ticket to New York and at Drew’s ticket that needed to be exchanged for another flight anyway, given the cancellation. Thank God he always bought ticket insurance so that the transaction would be easy and hell, I didn’t need to be Drew since I knew his account info.  

 “Okay, so, let me ask you something,” I began.

 --

 I walked back to Drew and he glanced up at me, his eyes flicking to the board again. His flight still held the angry, red lettering of Canceled. My flight to New York, however had just switched to Boarding.

 “You better go,” Drew said, holding his hand out for the exchanged ticket. “You flight is boarding.”

 “No, it’s not,” I said.

 “Y/N, yes it is, see,” he pointed. I gave the board a courteous look and then looked back at him. I handed him our tickets and he stared down at them.

 “Why are there two tickets to Harrisburg?” he asked, grumbling.

 “Because, our flight, leaves in about forty minutes and it’s at the gate down there. Grab your shit Gulak, we gotta move.”

 “What?” Drew asked, staring up at me.

 “I’ll explain while we walk. Get your ass in gear,” I said, grabbing my own bag. Drew stood and grabbed his bag, following me as I lead the way to the new gate. As we walked they began boarding.

 “Seriously, Y/N, what is going on?”

 I grabbed the tickets and handed them to the person checking boarding passes and showed my license. Drew held up his own and she handed them back, smiling at us.

 “Have a nice trip,” she said, still somewhat perky despite how many time she probably said that in a day.

 Drew followed me blindly to our seats and we sat, Drew allowing me the window seat. He took my bag and put it in the overhead before sitting down next to me in his seat and taking the tickets from my hand.

 “What are you doing? You could be on your flight home,” he said.

 “And you’d be on this flight with a two hour drive to do before you’d even see your family’s front door. I wasn’t gonna let that happen Drew.”

 “Why? I’ve made that drive without an issue,” he said.

 “Drew, don’t lie to me. You’re not in the right headspace to drive. And I wasn’t going to risk that tonight. So shut up and prepare yourself for me driving you home.”

 He stared at me, his dark eyes going over the features of my face. His voice was quieter when he spoke again. “You changed your plans to make sure I could see my family?” he asked.

 I smiled softly at him. “You’d have done it for me. And, by the way, I called your mother, she’s fine with me stopping in for a nap,” I said, my voice lifting into a laugh at the look on his face.

 “You called my mother?” he asked, his eyes wide.

 “Yep. She said she’s missed me so she’s glad I’m coming home with you.” Drew let out a light laugh of disbelief, staring at me as if he wasn’t sure whether I was insane or a genius. “What?” I asked, laughing. “I wasn’t going to just assume I could stay. Just because you helped train me doesn’t mean your family has to always accept me.”

 Drew leaned over and kissed my cheek, his facial hair brushing my cheek and sending a small spark through my skin. “Thank you,” he said, his voice smooth and, for the first time all night, relaxed.

 We settled in for the flight and, when I felt tiredness tugging at me, Drew tucked his hoodie along my side of the arm rest for cushioning and he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against his warm body.

 “Get some rest,” he said, his voice quiet but stern. I smiled against his shoulder as I rested against it, grateful for the cushion of his hoodie along my side.

 “Kissing my ass, Gulak?” I asked, my voice light and teasing.

 He laughed. “Yeah, go ahead and bend over, let me do that too,” he joked. My brain, however, decided that sleep deprivation was a great time to take his directions as the lead in to a particularly exciting and dirty image of Drew and I and I closed my eyes, willing the thought away. It’d been years since I reconciled my crush on the man, dismissing it as a side effect of him having been a trainer and one of my first friends in the business.

 “Seriously,” Drew laughed, turning his head a little, his lips brushing my hair as he spoke. “I feel like I should be literally kissing your ass. You didn’t have to do this. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

 I sighed and tilted my head a little, looking up at him. The dirty image in my head was replaced with a much sweeter one as I wished he would just kiss me but I pushed that aside too.

 “Don’t get all mushy on me, Gulak. I’m doing this because I love your momma. And because she’ll feed me before I head out tomorrow,” I teased. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head and I ducked my face, leaning against his shoulder again, glad that he couldn’t see the burning in my cheeks.

 I closed my eyes, again trying to will my face to return to a normal color and pushed any thoughts of Drew out of my head, at least in the way my brain had been headings. He may play a stiff, rule-abiding person on screen but in all the years I’d known Drew he’d been one of my best friends and greatest allies and I refused to let basic attraction and hormones ruin in.

 --

 I woke as Drew gently shook me awake as the plane came to land and I looked up Drew and smiled at him.

 “Let’s go, we’ve got a rental car to grab and warm beds to look forward to,” he said. We stood, grabbed our bags and headed out, rushing to the rental desk. With keys in hand we left quickly, both of us grumbling about the late hour. It was nearly four in the morning and we’d be racing the sun to his house. Drew, still obviously sore from his match and the confined space on the plane moved carefully as he loaded our bags in the back of the smaller SUV. I climbed in the driver seat, had him punch in the home address on my GPS and we pulled away from the airport, Drew’s mood somewhat improved from earlier.

 We talked a little before I insisted that he get some rest since I could tell he hadn’t slept on the plane at all. He eventually gave in and I drove quickly but carefully wanting that warm bed and some true rest badly.

 The two hour ride wasn’t bad, especially given the lack of traffic at that hour so as I turned into Drew’s old neighborhood I reached over and shook his shoulder gently.

 “Wake up, Drew. We’re nearly there,” I said, my voice a little sing-songy. He sat up and blinked against the sun, his eyes then going to the clock on the dashboard.

 “You made good time,” he commented, sitting up even straighter. Immediately I could feel his mood lift as the familiar streets and sights passed by. I felt myself smile too, glad I’d made this decision. So, I’d be getting to my cousin’s house a little later than expected, it was worth missing some hours of her arguing with her husband to lift Drew’s spirits.

 When I turned on his street Drew leaned forward excitedly and, at his direction, I pulled into the driveway of his parent’s home. We climbed out and Drew grabbed our bags, motioning me to walk ahead of him. I glanced at my phone, seeing a text from Nia but the preview screen only showed a piece of the message.

 Nia: GIRRRRRLLLLLLLLL… (Read more)

 I laughed and tucked my phone away, deciding to read about what had gotten her so worked up later. Drew pulled his set of keys out of his pocket and put them in the lock, opening the door and motioning me to walk in ahead.

 I took a few steps inside and stepped to my left, looking to Drew who came in and locked the door. He set the bags down in the little foyer and looked around.

 “Is your family sleeping?” I asked.

 “Mom won’t be,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and guiding me towards the hallway. I followed him down it and towards the kitchen.

 “Mom?” Drew called out, his voice quiet but loud enough to be heard.

 I heard a chair scrape and he immediately walked faster into the kitchen and I heard a small little cry of happiness escape his mother as he walked over to her and engulfed her in a tight hug. They both chuckled lightly and I smiled at his mother as she spotted me over his shoulder.

 “Oh and the hero of the hour!” she said, coming over to me after pulling back from her son and opening her arms to me. I smiled and walked into them, embracing his mother as if she was my own which, for a while during my training she had sort of become.

 “Hi Mrs. Gulak,” I said, smiling as we embraced.

 “Y/N, sweetie, thank you so much for making sure he got home today. I don’t know how you pulled it off,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice.

 I laughed as we pulled back from each other.

 “It was nothing, besides, I knew how badly he wanted to be here. He had a match last night and I didn’t so I was a bit better prepared to drive than him.”

His mom patted my cheek fondly and turned to Drew. “And how are you feeling?”

 “Better now that I’m home,” he said, coming over and wrapping an arm around his mother’s shoulders.

 “Well good. Now, are you both hungry or do you need sleep?” she asked.

 Drew and I looked at each other and I was about to say I wanted a bed but then I heard a high-pitched shriek from the hallway.

 “Uncle Drew!” I turned and saw a tiny little girl, no more than five or six, come barreling into the kitchen and right at Drew.

 “Hey Munchkin!” he cried, leaning down to scoop her up in his arms. I smiled at the sight as his brother Rory’s wife, Allison, entered the room, a hand on her rounded belly. She had to be nearly seven months pregnant by now, if not more.

 I smiled at her as she walked in and she hugged me quickly. “You do know you made Lila’s day, right? She was so sad when she found out yesterday Uncle Drew wouldn’t make it. We put her to bed before we found out you were getting him here.”

 I smiled back at her. “Well, anything for Lila,” I said, smiling as I turned to see Drew had finally stopped spinning the small child and was holding her in his arms.

 “How did you get here?” she cried, her hands holding his face as if she didn’t believe he was here.

 “You know how Grandma tells you that if you are a good person and wish really hard sometimes things come true?” She nodded fervently.

 “I wished so hard when I went to bed last night,” she said, her little voice so filled with awe and happiness. “Did it work?”

 Drew laughed and nodded, hugging her to him. “Yeah, Munchkin, it did, but you know why it worked?”

 “Why?”

 “Uncle Drew has some of the best friends ever, that’s why,” he said. “Do you remember my friend Y/N?” Drew asked as Lila looked at him and then at me, following his direction as he pointed at me. I waved at her, smiling brightly.

 “Maybe,” Lila said. I let out a laugh. She had been four the last time I’d seen her and it’d been for maybe an hour. Drew laughed too.

 “Well, Uncle Drew’s friend, Y/N, knew that I had wished really hard to come home. And, since both of us were wishing so so hard,” he said as he set her down on her feet before crouching next to her. “Y/N decided to help me get home. She took a completely different plane and drove me here since I was so tired. She made sure I got home today.”

 Lila’s little eyes fell on me and I smiled at her, crouching so I’d be on her level. “That’s right. Your Uncle Drew was telling me all about his wish to come home for weeks and weeks, I couldn’t let him miss coming home,” I said, my eyes going to Drew quickly before looking at Lila again.

 It was good that I’d returned my attention to the child because she came charging at me now, her arms opened up. I opened mine quickly and caught her in a hug, squeezing her once before letting her go.

 “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.

 “You are very welcome,” I said, smiling as she then moved back to her mother.

 “Well, now that the excitement has happened,” Drew’s mother said, her eyes bright as she looked at me and Drew. “What will it be? Food or bed first?”

 “Oh, please eat breakfast with me Uncle Drew!”

 Drew looked to me again and his smile grew a little. “Okay Lila, I’ll eat with you but I think Y/N needs some sleep, don’t you? She drove all night to get me here.”

 “Oh but I want Y/N to eat with us too!” Lila pouted.

 I laughed. “How could I say no to that?” I said. Drew looked at me, his expression softening a little.

 “You sure? You look tired.” He came over and put a hand on my shoulder, his thumb grazing over my collarbone and rubbing a small, comforting circle there.

 I shivered and stepped back from him, going over to Lila and, when she moved into my arms I scooped her up and held her in my arms facing Drew as I stood, keeping our faces close together.

 “Oh come on, Uncle Drew,” I said, my voice light. “I want to eat breakfast,” I whined. Lila threw in a pout for good measure.

 He glared at me and I laughed along with Lila before setting her down and shrieked when Drew came over and lifted me into his arms, carrying me towards the dining room that was right off the kitchen. “For that you have to sit next to me and not Lila.”

 Lila and I both whined comically and Drew rolled his eyes, looking to his sister-in-law for help.

Allison laughed. “You’re on your own there,” she said, eyeing me and Drew. She went to help begin cooking and I tried to join but was shouted down and, again, carried to my seat by Drew who kept his arm around my shoulders as he settled into the seat next to me.

 His father and brother came into the room next, asking what all the commotion was about before spotting Drew and I. Drew jumped up to hug his family and I waited my turn, laughing as his Dad bear hugged me and ruffled my hair.

 “Fiery this one. Always was. Knew she’d get you here, as soon as your mother told me I knew I didn’t have to worry.”

 Rory smiled at me and gave me a quick hug. “Thanks for getting him home, family time, you know.”

 I smiled. “I get it, Lila’s screech was worth the ride and exchanging the tickets,” I said as I sat down.

 Drew’s head perked up a little at that. “Yeah, how’d you pull that off, two last minute tickets?”

 I smiled at him. “Exchanged yours due to the cancellation and the woman at the counter was nice enough to help me even though mine was about to board. She coded it as a family emergency and bumped me up to a premier member without charging me.”

 “How’d you swing that?” he asked, looking at me.

 “I just told her the truth. It was a bad night for my buddy and I had to get you home,” I said, shrugging.

 Rory laughed. “She probably thought you were a couple,” he teased.

 I rolled my eyes as did Drew.

 “What’s a couple?” Lila asked.

 Allison smiled at her daughter as she set down the cup of milk in front of her. “Like Mommy and Daddy or Grandma and Grandpa. Two people who love each other,” she said. Rory caught his wife’s hand and kissed it before she retreated back to the kitchen.

 Lila eyed us from across the table. “You’re not a couple?” she asked.

 Drew laughed and glanced at me quickly. “No, Lila, we’re not.”

 “How come?” she asked.

 Drew paused and looked to me for help. I felt my face heat up a little as I looked at Lila.

 “Well, Lila, when two people are a couple they love each other and spend all their time together and make a family, right?” I said. She nodded. “Well, your uncle and I are friends and while we spend a lot of time together we don’t spend all of our time together and we aren’t making a family together.”

 “Why not?” she asked.

 I laughed and tapped a hand on Drew’s shoulder. “Tag out,” I said.

 He laughed and leaned forward a little to address his niece. “Well, because that’s what couples do, they love each other and do all that stuff but Y/N and I are just friends. It’s different. Like you and your friends at school.”

 “You don’t love Y/N?” Drew almost dropped the cup of coffee he’d been lifting to his lips. His eyes quickly flashed to me and the rest of his family and I felt my face grow red.

 “Well, Munchkin, it’s complicated. You love your family right? And your friends?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, that’s the same thing. I love Y/N like you love all your friends. Different love.” he said.

 Lila frowned at us, obviously still not happy with the answer. “But, she’s pretty Uncle Drew. Why don’t you love-love her? Why aren’t you a couple?”

 Drew sat back in his seat and looked at me for a minute, his eyes unreadable as too many thoughts flashed through his mind.

 “Well, Lila, that’s because boys can be dummies sometimes,” he said finally. I stared at him, the silence in the room thick with tension. Lila sighed dramatically.

 “Uncle Drew?”

 “Yes, sweetie?”

 “You’re a dummy.”

 Drew’s mother cleared her throat as she entered carrying plates of food for everyone in an attempt to break the tension around us all. I smiled at her gratefully and she winked.

 Allison quickly changed the topic to making an art project and soon Lila forgot all about the pair of us. We ate our fill and then I was ordered to bed by Drew’s mother, who also refused to let me help with cleaning up.

 “What time do you have to leave, dear?” she asked as Drew began to lead me out of the kitchen to the guest room.

 “Around twelve would be best, still have to drive a bit later.”

 She smiled kindly at me and nodded. “I’ll pack you a lunch.” I smiled thankfully at her and then turned to follow Drew who had been pretty quiet the rest of breakfast. When we got into the small guest room he stepped inside and looked around at it, putting my bag down for me.

 “Hope you’ll get some rest,” he said, his voice soft.

 “I’m sure I will,” I said eyeing the bed.

 Drew nodded and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something. “Sorry about Lila, earlier,” he said finally.

 I laughed. “Drew, it’s fine, she’s a kid. She doesn’t know how awkward being an adult can be yet,” I said, smiling.

 He laughed at that and nodded. “Yeah, but still, didn’t mean to mess up your meal. Or even your time off. Seriously, Y/N, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

 I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, standing in front of him. “You know how you could thank me?” I said.

 “How?” he asked.

 “By getting some rest. You’re exhausted too. Besides, next week we’re driving together so guess who gets to do the long legs?” I said, smirking.

 He laughed. “Fair enough. I’m right across the hall if you need anything.” I nodded. Drew leaned down and kissed my cheek.

 “See you in a few hours,” he said. I nodded and tugged my phone out of my pocket to set my alarm as he closed the door. Once I had set it I remembered Nia’s text and opened it.

 Nia: GIRRRRRLLLLLLLLL, what’s this about you going home with Gulak last night?

 I laughed to myself and quickly typed my response.

Y/N: he needed family time. His flight got cancelled and the closest flight took him two hours from home. We all know last night he was not in a place to drive last night.

 Nia: So you’re like, with his family today?

 Y/N: Yeah, actually about to catch some sleep before heading home myself. What’s the big deal? I’ve known his family for years.

 I set my phone down and quickly changed out of my jeans into sweatpants before crawling under the covers. My phone buzzed and I picked it up to see her response.

 Nia: Still pretending like you don’t have that crush, huh?

 I sighed.

 Y/N: I’m gonna crash, I’ll call you on my drive, ok?

 Nia: Okay. Rest well, hope Drew doesn’t hog the covers!

 A wink face was her next text message and, rather than responding I just sighed and set my phone down, sliding deeper under the blankets and putting my head down. My mind swirled with images of Drew and the conversations replayed in my head as I fell asleep.

 --

 My alarm woke me a few hours later and I sat up, turning it off and stretching. I slid out of the bed quickly. The nap would probably be just enough for the drive to my cousin’s house on the New Jersey, New York border.

 I pulled my jeans back on and slid into my shoes before going to the mirror and brushing my hair back into a ponytail. I made the bed before grabbing my bag and phone before walking out into the hall. The door across from mine was open slightly and I heard Drew talking in there.

 “What’s wrong, Lila?” he said. I peeked in and saw his niece sitting on his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed.

 “I don’t want Y/N to go home. She just got here!” Drew laughed and I bit my lip to keep from revealing myself. “Maybe if you weren't a dummy she’d stay.” Lila added grumpily. I bit my lip harder and turned to go down the hall, setting my bag by the front door before entering the kitchen.

 “Y/N, how did you sleep?” his mom asked me, smiling brightly as she wrapped up a delicious looking sandwich in foil.

 “Wonderfully, that bed is so comfortable. Thank you for letting me crash for a few hours.”

 “It’s a shame you won’t stay longer. Lila was hoping you’d play Princess and Pirates with her later,” she said, chuckling to herself.

 I laughed. “Trust me, if I didn’t have my own nephew to go see I’d happily hang around a bit longer.”

 His mom looked at me, smiling softly and then she sighed. “He’d be upset at me for telling you so but,” she glanced quickly down the hall and then back at me. “You do know that my Drew thinks very highly of you, right?”

 I smiled back at her. “I think highly of him too,” I said, laughing lightly. She smiled more and shook her head.

 “I think he meant what he said earlier, calling himself a dummy. I know you two are just friends but as time goes by and he’s alone I think he wonders sometimes if he missed his chance.”

 I blushed bright red and when she saw it her eyes widened. “Unless he hasn’t missed his chance yet…” she said, her voice dropping off.

 I opened and closed my mouth a few times before sighing. I looked at her, my cheeks burning and met her eyes as best I could. “I...Mrs. Gulak your son is an amazing man. I’d be lucky to have him, any woman would but I think he doesn’t see me like that, not really. It’s easy to look around when you’re lonely and wonder what if but I think we’re on different pages there.”

 She opened her mouth to speak but closed it quickly as Drew came down the hall with Lila in his arms. He eyed us suspiciously as he set her down and she came over, smiling at me as she climbed into a chair at the table.

 “What’d I miss?” Drew asked, walking over to stand beside me, his hand coming up to brush my still red cheeks.

 I tried to think of something to say but his mom cut in quickly. “I was just telling Y/N about that time we caught you trying to sneak out to your first training school and you slipped and hurt yourself on the fence,” she said.

 Drew’s face burned red and I wondered what the details of that story were but I decided to play along.

 “Is that part of the reason you advocate for a ‘No Fly Zone’, Gulak? Can’t get over that first fall?” I teased. Drew sighed and ran his hands over his face, grumbling towards his mother. I laughed and shifted my weight.

 “I should get going,” I said, finally.

 “No!” Lila yelled, running over and attaching herself to my leg.

 I laughed as Drew peeled her off of my body, trying to ignore the heat in my skin as Drew’s hands brushed over my thigh as he peeled her hands from my leg.

 “Come on, Lila, we just talked about this.”

 “And you said that,” Lila started.

 “Later, Lila, Okay honey? Say goodbye to Y/N, she has to go see her family now.”

 Drew handed her off to me and she hugged me tightly, sighing in disappointment. I laughed at her dramatics and as I set her down on the floor I stayed crouching down.

 “Don’t worry Lila, I’ll be back soon. I’m sure Uncle Drew will come for a visit and I’ll see if I can come tag along, okay?” She nodded, her face still grumpy but there was hope in her eyes. She hugged me again before running to her grandmother.

 I hugged each of Drew’s family members and accepted the sandwich his mother had packed for me before heading back out to the rental. Drew walked me out and put my bag in the back seat as I set the sandwich on the passenger seat next to my purse. When I slid out of the car Drew shut the back door and we turned to face each other.

 He opened his arms to me and I moved into them, wrapping my arms around his waist and my head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of my head as we pulled back to look at each other.

 “I owe you for this, big time,” he said.

 I laughed. “For the last time, it’s okay Drew. It was worth it.”

 “Worth getting embarrassed by my family?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

 “I’m sure I got off much easier than you will once I leave. Lila’s got that sassy attitude that means you’re gonna be in trouble for a while,” I said.

 He laughed. “Yeah, I’m in big trouble with her.”

 “Well, let me know when she forgives you. I’ll see you at Smackdown.”

 “I’ll see you at Smackdown. Let me know when you get to your cousin’s safely, okay?”

 I nodded and we quickly hugged again before I climbed in the car and Drew shut the door carefully. He moved to stand in front of the car as I buckled myself in and began to back down the driveway.

 Drew waved from where he stood and I waved back, my heart tugging a little at the sight of him watching me go.

 I waited until I was about twenty minutes into my drive and right before getting on the highway before I called Nia on my Bluetooth.

 “I want details now,” was her greeting.

 I laughed and began telling her everything immediately. She howled with laughter at Lila’s antics and I laughed too, shaking my head slightly as I drove. When I brought up his mother’s comments Nia got quiet.

 “What?” I asked as I got closer to my cousin’s.

 “Well, we all know Drew and his family are really close. Wonder if she knows more than she’s letting on.”

 “Like what?” I asked as I finally spotted the exit off the highway.

 “Like what if Gulak has some real feelings for you?”

 I laughed at the absurdity. “You sound like Lila.”

 “No girl, I’m serious. He’s a sweet guy and all but he keep a lot of people at a nice distance. You and a few of the guys are the only ones I see him with, the only people he lets get real close to him.”

 I sighed. “Nia, let’s not deal me out false hope, okay? Until Drew does a complete one-eighty and comes up to me, professing his feelings and begging me to be his I really can’t get my hopes up. We’re friends, he’s one of the best people in my life and my crush won’t ruin that.”

 She sighed. “I hear ya.”

[namjinyoongi]

The lack of 205 live fics insult me.

Seriously, someone write something for Akira Tozawa, or Jack Gallagher, or Mustafa Ali, or Noam Dar. Please!!!

[deepdisireslonging]

Orphan Requests

I have an inbox full of requests and I cannot answer them. So I am opening them up to any writer who has the inspiration to fulfill them! Writers, if you’d like to reply to this post that you’re taking a fic, I’ll make a note so the anon requesters can know where to look for their fics. Thank you guys for any and all help!

In order of longest sitting, with wrestlers requested in bold:

Hello!! I’m here to make yet another request if you don’t mind. I’m guessing I have a thing for short guys being dom af, because now I really need some dom!chad gable fic in my life. Can you write a fic where he’s really sweet but controlling? - requested by @khaleesikross

could you do a cena x male reader with it being cenas first time with a guy? and he’s really rough?

kevin owens x male reader where kevin lost a match and is angry backstage and just smutty smut? 

Hi hope you are doing well; can you please do headcanons or a small fic of Lince dorado with a male medic s/o, like he gets injured and has to be put on painkillers n' s/o has to take of a very handsy lucha. You can make it as their already dating or just co-workers, whatever is easiest for you to do.😃 - requested by @vixxzial

[Completed] Hi! I love your writing about WWE! ❤ I saw that you have open requests. If it's not too much to ask, can you write two things about Ricochet? Dating with Ricochet would including / Sex with Ricochet would including / Thanks! ❤ 

Could you maybe do a request please? The Revival x Reader where maybe the reader is a female member of The Revival and they are currently fueling with The O.C. Maybe Gallows accidentally injures the reader during a match and the boys end up loosing it. They attack The O.C. And go and take care of their girl? Just a bunch of fluff and smut please if you can find somewhere for it, if not a bunch of sick fluff is fine! 😂🤗 

I'm not sure if you'll take this request at the moment (which is totally fine and understandable) but whenever you get time, can you do a Finn Balor x Virgin Male Reader fic, where it's reader's first time (he bottoms for Finn) and Finn is just super sweet to the reader during the whole experience? ❤️❤️❤️ - requested by @issacloveswwe (Claimed by @neversatisfiedgirlfics) {Thanks, love!}

 I know it might be a while, but could you possible do a real fluffy/smut fic of Drew Gulak and The Reader? Maybe the Reader is Drew’s valet and real life fiancé and they celebrate together after he wins the Cruiserweight Championship from Tony in the Triple threat between the two and Akira? 🤗❤️ 

[Completed] Hi is it alright if I request something really smutty as a FxF with Becky Lynch? If possible could you use my name Alexandra? - claimed by @lynchstan-516

this is probably a weird request, but -- I'd like to see some smut where the female reader is close friends with Seth and Becky, who are in an open relationship (but the reader doesn't know that they are, just that they're together.) Becky sees that the reader is stressing herself out on the road, and gives Seth his blessing to take care of her... ;) (Becky/reader content also encouraged!!) - claimed by @lynchstan-516

Hi! This is my first time requesting smut. I was wondering if you could do a Becky Lynch smut where she is sure that she is straight until one night when she shares a hotel room with Y/N. At first everything is platonic, but Becky starts to lose her cool as Y/N continues to tease her. Rough and kinky smut, please. 😉 I’ll leave the rest of the details up to you. Thank you ❤️ - claimed by @lynchstan-516

From prompt list one all for one story 40,42,44 with Luke Gallows please and thank u - requested by @braunstrowmangirl (We could never get down to which list they were talking about, so either ask them or pick your favorite prompt list?)

Can you please write something with dom Rhea, Shayna and Reader, please? 

Hi love! Would you happen to write for Travis Banks? (NXT UK) I think I have a plot in mind but I just wanted to be sure!

Hi! May I ask you to write some Samoa Joe/Kevin Owen's smut? They don't have anything at all T_T 

Oooo! Can I send in a request? I’m thinking with Either Dash Wilder, Noam Dar, or Jordan Devlin (I couldn’t choose I’m sorry! 😩) and a Female reader. Like a Love/Hate story where they’re always at each other’s throats but likes it’s also like ‘I can fuck with him/her but if anyone else does imma rip their heads off their shoulders’ because they secretly love them? and it’s just smutty and fluffy? 

U was wondering if you could write some AOP smut and/or a threesome with an oc? That would be wonderful because I love them and I can't seem to find any. Thank you! - requested by @queenofdiamonds2019

Could you possibly do a Dash Wilder x Female!Reader? The reader is a women’s wrestler and The Revival’s manager as well as Dash’s longtime girlfriend. The both are cast members on Total Divas and maybe one day while out with some of the ladies filming she gets sick, this causing the other girls to have her take some pregnancy tests and maybe just a really cute fluffy thing where she announces to Dash that she’s gonna be a daddy and to Scott that he’s gonna be an uncle? 

Can You Please Do A Drew Mcintyre X Male Reader.   Where Drew Is Really Rough(Degrading,Chocking Etc...)  And If You Could Can You Pls Do Daddy Kink - requested by @themangetrowdy

Could you do a smut where the reader is a WWE wrestler and Dean comes to cheer her on and the reader gets badly hurt but wins in the end and he patches her up in the locker room when the match is over and it ends in smut? This idea just came to me cause I love Supernatural and I love Sasha Banks.

Hi! Is there anyway you can write a Jordan Devlin x Female!Reader imagine?? Based off his World’s Collide Title won please? ❤️

Tagging some writers who might be interrested: 

@neversatisfiedgirlfics  @team-elias​ @ladytea19​ @madamaholmes​ @chasingeverybreakingwave​ @taryn-dibiase​@truconsciousramblings​ @toosleepyforyou​@greygirlmoxley​ @winged-time-criminal​ @superrezzy00​ @tessa-no-curr​ @baratomaya​ @wwesmutandstuff​ @mother-canuckin-geek​@crookedmoonsaultpunk​ @baloraffe​ @heelsamizayn​​ @poisonarrow24​ @vebner37​ @calwitch​ @new-zealand-chic​ @minapasch​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @laura-devitt​ @donnaintx​ @ashleykaiba​ @xladyxfatex​ @gold–gucciempress​ @the-carter-mob-don​ @demonqueen29​ @writtingrose​ @mondaynightrollin​ @baronsbelleevangeline​ @theworldofotps​ @haven-raven012591​ @writinglionqueen​ @thatnerdwriter​ @thatpanpal​ @eternallytaylorsblog​ @artemisapalla316​ @cryingsuplex​ @sassymox​ @demonslunacy @scuzmunkie @alternateafterthought 

[smartycvnt]

Something's Got a Hold on Me

Pairing: Drew Gulak x Reader

Summary: You cut your training session with Drew shut when it becomes too much to handle.

You were beyond nervous as you stood outside of the Performance Center. This was the first step in you getting back into the ring after your nearly career ending injury. The doctors had told you to modify your move set to include less high flying and springboard moves. That shouldn't have made you as nervous as it did. Your entire move set was essentially moves like that, and it was what the fans had come to expect of you. However, you weren't ready to hang up the boots yet without giving this modified moves thing a chance. This was a big risk though, rebranding yourself would be a big deal, one that other superstars hadn't done too successfully before you. You were about to turn around when your phone vibrated again. You knew who it was, and you knew that Drew wouldn't let you just sulk around in your house by yourself any longer.

"Thank god you came in here by yourself. I did not want to have to go get you outside," Drew said as he saw you approaching the practice rings. There were a couple already in use, but Drew had reserved one in the corner for the two of you. You didn't want an audience of people watching you try to learn how to do moves that had never come easily for you. Jumping and flipping around had always been your thing. Those had been effortless and made sense to you. It was the grappling you had trouble with. When you jumped there was only a target, but when you threw someone else around there was more danger to it.

"Sorry that I kept you waiting. I, uh, just needed a moment," you told him. Drew nodded as he put his hand on your shoulder. This was a lot to deal with, but there was nobody you trusted more than Drew. He helped you into the ring and went through the stretches with you to get warmed up. You ran the ropes by yourself a couple of times before finally feeling ready to start wrestling with him. Drew didn't have to walk you through a lock up, but he still did. He called out different holds and you tried to transition through them as smoothly as you could.

"I don't know why you say you're so terrible on the mat. All of that was great. You should have listened to me when I told you that you didn't need all that flying shit," Drew said to you as the two of you took your first water break. You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head. Talking about this with Drew was not something that you wanted to do. He had been the only one who was apprehensive about the combination of moves that you used, claiming that you were putting your body through more hell than it needed to go through. Now as you sat there relearning all of the basics, you realized that he was right. You wouldn't tell Drew that, not in a million years.

"Nobody was ever that impressed with me before. Not even you thought my holds looked good," you reminded him. Drew opened his mouth like he was going to argue with you, but you shut that down pretty quickly. "I've got more experience now anyways, so whatever I do is going to look better. I've had a lot of teachers in the girls I've wrestled with."

"And you've got the best teacher right here. Not to brag or anything," Drew said. You laughed at him as you got back up to your feet. Drew set his water bottle down in the corner and set you up try out a few suplexes with him. You couldn't have prepared yourself for the feeling of Drew wrapping his around you from behind as he showed you the German. In that moment, you had relaxed into his arms, which was a mistake. He didn't try to throw you, but he definitely noticed the way that your body released all of its tension. You tore yourself away from him and tried to distance yourself, but Drew followed you. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

"I need to go," you said. Drew watched as you gathered your things and rolled out of the ring. Nobody was paying any attention to the two of you, and he didn't want to draw their attention. He moved as quickly as he could without literally running after you. Drew caught up to you a few feet away from your car. "Drew, please leave this alone. Go back inside."

"No. I've waited too long for you to let me back in to just let you run away again. What happened to us?" Drew asked you. His voice cracked in a way that you had only ever heard once before. Guilt gnawed at you as you pulled yourself away from the memory of you asking Drew for time and space. All he had wanted to do was take care of you, but you couldn't handle the idea of depending on someone else like you had begun depending on Drew. "I don't know how you feel about me, but I still love you."

"Drew-," you sighed, "-you really shouldn't. I'm a fucking mess, you don't deserve that."

"I deserve to be with someone who makes me happy, and I've tried to find happiness elsewhere, but it's just not there. I don't know how the hell you did it, but you've got a hold on my happiness. So please, just stop pushing me away and give me another chance."

"You never blew your first one," you admitted. Drew looked confused, always having assumed that he was the reason the two of you didn't end up working out. "You made me so happy, and it scared me. Eventually you'd wise up and find someone else. I didn't want to hold you back."

"You never could have held me back. If anything, you pushed me to want to be better. Since I never blew my chance with you, do you think that I could come see you sometime?" Drew asked you. You nodded as you reached out towards him. He placed his hands in yours, letting you swing his arms nervously as the two of you slowly moved closer to one another. Drew pressed his lips to the top of your head before letting go of your hands. "Give me a call when you get home, take care of yourself."

"You could always take me home," you offered.

"Tempting, but I'd hate to move too fast and scare you away again. Go home and get some rest. Maybe watch a little tape, pick out some moves you wanna work on for next time," Drew told you. You rolled your eyes at the fact that he was giving you homework, but you'd end up doing it anyways. Especially since you knew that you could invite Drew to watch film with you and he would. You wouldn't be surprised if he came to you next week with a list of potential moves for you to use.

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Unexpected

Drew Gulak x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 619 Summary: Things move faster with Drew than you would’ve imagined [requested]

You sat there, staring at the plastic stick, staring at the results, unmoving. 

Beside you, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, one hand rubbing your arm gingerly.

Yet neither of you spoke. 

You both stared at the test. 

Your stomach churned and the longer you stared, the blurrier the sight became. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked, quietly. 

It was the first thing he’d said in the more than thirty minutes you both had been sitting on the cold tile of your bathroom floor. It was the only thing he said, because even Drew didn’t know where to start. 

You shrugged. 

What was there left to say? 

You were pregnant, Drew was the father, neither of you had meant for this to happen since it had only been three months into your relationship. 

What were you supposed to say to all of that? 

That you wanted it? That you were beyond excited because it was Drew? 

And risk him leaving? 

But even you doubted that last part. He wouldn’t leave. 

That wasn’t like him.

But…

A small part of you wondered if this would be the moment he’d prove you wrong.

“Hey,” he whispered, softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. He turned your head towards him, gently, cupping your cheek, “slow down,” he said. 

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

He smiled, 

“I see those gears spinning in your head,” he said, “but let’s start slow, okay?” 

“Kinda too late for slow, isn’t it?” you asked, holding up the test. 

He smiled, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, 

“One thought at a time,” he said. 

You nodded, and inhaled slowly, gathering your thoughts as neatly as you could. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“Yes you are.” 

“And you’re the father.”

“Yes I am.” 

“And I’m scared.” 

“So am I.” 

“But...I’m excited. I want this.” 

“Me too.” 

You paused, staring at him, your mouth hanging open slightly. 

Still, his hand stayed on your cheek, his brown eyes softer than you’d ever seen, running over your face, 

“I love you,” he said. 

“I love you, too.” 

“And I’m ready to make this work,” he said. “If...if you want that,” he added after a moment, watching you carefully.  

“I do. I really do,” you said, quickly. 

He exhaled, smiling at you. 

“Next thought?” he asked. 

“You’ll stay?” you asked, still unsure of it all, fear settling back into your mind as you looked at him. 

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, 

“Through it all,” he whispered. You smiled, and you couldn’t help the tears that came with it as you rested your forehead against his, his beard rubbing against your cheek. 

“I didn’t think we’d move this fast,” you said, quietly. You moved yourself so that your head rested against his chest, Drew’s own tear-stained cheek resting on top of your head.  

“Well,” he started, clearing his throat, pulling you closer against him, “after how long it took us to go on our first date I think the universe is trying to make up for lost time.” 

You laughed into his chest and he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

You laced your fingers with his, both of you sitting there listening to each other’s hearts beat quickly. 

Finally, you had to ask him, 

“What’re you thinking?” you asked. 

He sighed, bringing your hand up with his, watching it for a moment, before finally saying, 

“Wondering what your ring size is,” he said. 

You looked up at him, 

“No idea,” you said, smiling up at him, “what’s yours?” you asked. 

“Not a clue,” he replied, running a hand through your hair. 

“We’ll figure it out,” you said, returning your head to his chest, 

“We always do,” he finished, softly. 

[theoldjessisdead]

Drew Gulak fic ideas

This was gonna be an all-purpose fic idea post but then my love of 205 Live boy mayor Drew Gulak overtook me so here we are.

* Reader & Drew Gulak have just tentatively started a relationship, even though their in-ring styles and personas couldn’t be more different. Reader accompanies Drew & Noam to the ring to cheer Noam on in his rematch against Cedric Alexander. Little does Drew know she and Noam have formulated a plan: at a key moment she ‘distracts’ Drew, allowing Noam to get on the top rope and perform a high-flying maneuver that wins him the match, much to Drew’s chagrin. SMUT ENSUES

* “I consider myself your father.” Really Drew? Phrasing buddy. Something something daddy something something SMUT

* Let’s imagine the ‘Zo train are all taking a few days off at Enzo’s house a la THE BEST VIDEO EVER. Reader crashes the party annoying Drew of course, even though all the other members of the ‘Zo Train have been telling him to make his move on you already for weeks. Something something SMUT ENSUES

* Drew Gulak x Noam Dar “good boy” “baby bear” I mean JESUS Drew you practically wrote this for me already

* Gettin’ Drew Gulak out of his suit and gettin’ down to business, smut obvi. Does this every count as a full-fledged idea? Oh wait I don’t care.

* Mercilessly teasing Drew Gulak in front of his coworkers and then being caught off-guard when he drags you into an empoty room and SMUT ENSUES

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Good Enough

Drew Gulak x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,029 Summary “you were never good enough” [Requested]

You found him, sitting on the floor, his legs outstretched in front of him, eating goldfish crackers slowly. 

You set your bags down and approached him. He stared out ahead of him, but didn’t react to you standing in front of him. 

You moved his bag away, giving yourself enough room to sit down, and without a word he moved the bag of crackers towards you, offering you some. 

You watched him, curiously, but took one anyway. 

“Flight’s delayed,” you said. 

He said nothing. 

“The others are trying to get a different flight out,” you said. 

Still, no response. 

“You wanna go with them?” you asked. 

And for the first time that day, he gave you an answer, and shook his head. 

“Drew…” you said, quietly. 

You wanted to reach a hand out to him, to try and talk to him, to get through to him, but you knew he wasn’t in the mood. 

And you knew it was your fault. 

You sighed. 

You rested your head back against the wall and looked out at the empty terminal. A few of your friends still sat there, trying to sleep or pass the time before the flight. 

The others had, apparently, found success with another airline, and had left. 

But you and Drew were still there, sitting on the cold and dusty floor, not speaking to each other. 

“You were wrong, you know,” you started. 

It got a small reaction out of him, a scoff, but nothing else. 

“Last week, when you stormed off?” you continued. 

He pulled the bag of goldfish back, crumpling the empty bag in his hand. 

“I didn’t respond because I didn’t know what to say. It was so sudden and I didn’t wanna ruin my chance. And I guess...by not saying anything, I ruined it anyway.” 

You turned to him, waiting for something.

He said nothing. 

So you kept going. 

“And then you came around, talking about how you’re not good enough, and that it was a mistake, and that you’re sorry for saying anything at all and you just...left.” 

“I waited for you to say something,” he said. 

“I know.” 

Finally, Drew turned to look at you. 

“So…?” he asked, quietly. 

And you opened your mouth to say something, but realized that you were in the same position as before. 

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know how to say it to him, so you just stayed quiet. 

He rolled his eyes, and moved to stand up. You reached out, grabbing his sleeve, 

“Wait,”  you said, quickly. 

He looked over at you, 

“Just...give me a second, please? Let me explain?” 

He sat down, but did not look at you. 

“Drew I...have loved you for so long,” you said. 

It made him snap his head towards you, shocked at the admission. 

“And I should not have waited this long to tell you, because...the truth is...I never thought I was good enough for you. And when you started talking like that it broke my heart. Because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you like this. And now you won’t talk to me, you won’t even look at me and honestly...I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you, Drew.” 

“You waited this long…” he started, his voice hoarse, 

You nodded, 

“And I shouldn’t have, I know that.” 

“You let me believe that I did something wrong.” 

“And I’m trying to tell you that you didn’t,” you said, quickly. 

“Do you know how long I’ve loved you?” he asked, his voice dropping so low that you could only hear it sitting this close to him. 

“How long?” 

“Since the day I met you.” 

“Something we have in common,” you said, quietly. 

You could see the corners of his mouth twitch up, as if to smile, but he stopped himself. 

“If you’re not good enough for me, Drew, then there’s no one in this world good enough,” you continued. “And I don’t want to live that kinda life.” 

“So why didn’t you say it before?” he asked. 

“Because I was so scared I was gonna fuck it up and lose you.” 

“Couldn’t have fucked it up more than this,” he said, and this time he smiled at you. Softly, but still, there was that smile that made your stomach do flips. 

“You’re right about that,” you said. “And I’m trying to fix it. By telling you, once and for all, that I love you Drew Gulak.” 

You took his hand in yours and he didn’t stop you. You laced your fingers together and he squeezed your hand, gently. 

It was quiet for a moment, the speakers above announcing flights and boarding times. Beside you, Drew inhaled as if to speak, waiting for the announcements to pass first. 

“In all honesty,” Drew started, finally, “I don’t think there’s anyone good enough for you. But...if you’ll let me? I’d like to try to be that one for you.” 

And for the first time that week, you smiled wide and happier than ever. 

“You’re the only one for me, Gulak,” you said, quietly, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, holding his hand in your lap. Your eyes grew heavy, and you let yourself fall asleep on him, feeling safer than you’d ever felt in an airport. 

The flight would be delayed for another two hours, but you would hardly notice it pass by. Drew would wake you, gently, helping you up and taking your bag in his hand as it began to board. 

It would take you both a minute to get used to each other, to get used to the way he looked at you and didn’t look away when you caught him. It would take you both a minute to get used to the way it felt to walk with his arm wrapped around you, and for him to find the most comfortable way to fall asleep on your shoulder on the plane. 

But it didn’t matter, because as long as he was by your side, that was more than good enough for you.

[theoldjessisdead]

I Thought You Hated That Thing

Drew Gulak x Reader

Reader has just gotten together with Drew after months of awkward flirting and circling around the issue, but isn’t ready to “answer everyone’s questions” about their relationship just yet, so would prefer to keep it private. You tell Drew you’re not asking him to sneak around, and it has nothing to do with him, just that you’re not ready to share with others about a relationship yet. Drew not only (obviously) respects your wishes, but also takes it as a bit of a challenge.

It’s smut. Like, obviously. I wrote it. So it’s smut.

Happy Thirst Party Saturday!

Thanks (as in “thanks i hate it,” like I wasn’t already drowning in thirst!) for inspo all goes to @nosceptiipsum and her stupid sexy drabbles.

I sprinkled some very...inspiring GIFs in this one. I don’t know how I feel about it. Let me know what you think.

PART 1 OF 2?!?! What??? It’s possible! (Maybe. No promises.) If it happens, the entirety of the blame can be placed squarely on my sister from another mister @ilovefinnbaloranddrewgulak .

Tag list: @gamer705 @ilovefinnbaloranddrewgulak @l21643 @noscetiipsum @crossfit-princess-sethie-boo

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“Look, I just--it’s not you, okay? It has nothing to do with you.”

Drew was trying to keep his composure, but felt the frown wash over his face before he could stop it. “I know, I understand…”

You sighed, pushing off of the counter you were leaning against to walk over to him. You knew getting this out there, talking about it, was the mature thing to do, the right thing to do, but you had still avoided it for as long as you could. You gently cradled his face in your hands, foreheads nearly touching.

“I mean it. It’s not. You. I just...I’m not ready...to answer people’s questions...to…”

He brought his hands up over yours gently, reassuringly. “I understand.” There was a beat of silence as you watched his face, you could practically see the million thoughts going through his head. “I just…”

You couldn’t help the smirk that broke across your face. “Want everyone to know so Ariya will stop hitting on me?” Though he hoped you didn’t, you saw the slight blush creep across his face. “Don’t worry, I can handle him” you retorted lightheartedly as you have him a light fist bump to the arm, moving away to gather up your things from the green room. “Tell you what: since I’ll be done by showtime, how about you give me your room key, and I can…”--you set your bag down by the door to walk back over to him, the mischief gleaming in your eyes, as you closed the space between you and walked your fingertips up his chest--”...get things ready to help you...relax…”

Drew heaved a sigh, running his tongue across his bottom lip; he was either frustrated with how you managed to turn everything into a double entendre or attempting to act like he was. You simply beamed up at him in response, holding your hand out for his room key, which he reluctantly began to fish out of his wallet.

“Fine, fine…” But just as he was about to hand it over, he stopped, snatching it out of your grasp at the last minute: now he was the one with the devilish smirk on his face. “But what if somebody sees you? Wouldn’t want them finding out you’re sharing a room with me when you’re supposed to be rooming with Sarah.” You attempted to snatch the card out of his hand but he held it up out of your reach; you pouted up at him as you felt his other hand trail down your side to your hip.

“Sarah is a saint. She’s covered for me up til now and I don’t see any reason why she’d stop.” You chose to leave out the part about how she’d been not only supportive and helpful in hiding your budding romance from the rest of the locker room, but also frequently encouraged you to “go on and get you some,” as she so liked to put it.

You felt his fingers curl as he gripped your hip, slowly holding the key card out to you and finally allowing you to take it. You went to turn and make your exit, but Drew held you firmly in place. He leaned in close to you, reaching up to brush the hair away from your ear so he could whisper in it far too heavily: “I’m just looking out for you. You’re the one who doesn’t want to get caught…” The way his voice rasped made it almost sound like a thinly veiled threat, which had you blushing as your pulse pounded in your ears. You felt his grip on your hip release and you backed up, trying to compose yourself, though the dark look on his face made that harder than you expected.

“I-I won’t...” you gulped as you rushed to grab your bag and head out the door...before you did something that would get you caught...

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You felt like a schoolgirl, what a goddamn cliche, peeking around the doorframe. You’d been on your way out, having finished makeup for the night and not being on call for touch ups, when you’d heard a familiar voice as you walked down the hall. That’s when you’d glanced in one of the rooms along the hallway and saw Drew with a camera and sound guy, filming his promo.

You’d nearly gasped as you stepped back so he wouldn’t see you, though you didnt know why--Why would it matter if he saw me? You told yourself it was because you didn’t want to distract him, or draw any attention to yourself in regards to him, but you knew what it really was: the thrill of watching him secretly. 

You felt the heat creep into your cheeks as you noticed all the little things about him: the way he paid so much attention to detail, tying his boots just so; the way he sat with his long legs spread out, forearms resting on his muscled thighs; the way he talked with his hands, one shoulder cocked upward…

You realized they were almost done shooting, and without thinking you slipped into the room next door, your mind racing as you pressed yourself behind the door in the dark room, listening to Drew and the crew leave down the hallway. Once they were out of earshot, you emerged and looked in the now-empty room. Ideas were racing through your head, very appealing ones, but part of you was hesitant.

You bit your lip as you eyed up and down the hallway nervously before dipping into the empty room.

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Drew finally walked into his hotel room, putting down his bags and replacing the latch you had used to prop it open since you had his key, though you were nowhere in sight. He heaved a sigh as he shuffled over to the couch, sitting down to check his phone as he heard you call from the bathroom.

“Everything go okay tonight?”

“Yeah, except I couldn’t find my robe when I left. I’m sure one of the guys took it to mess with me…” he replied as he scrolled through his phone, eyebrows knit together in frustration.

“What about your promo?”

He was so transfixed by his Twitter feed that he didn’t look up when you came out of the bathroom and crossed the room.

“It was...fine…” he trailed off as he finally saw you walking up to him. He swallowed, hard, unable to close his mouth as you sat down on his lap, straddling one of his knees.

“I thought it was better than fine...I thought it was so...fucking...hot…” you mumbled against his skin as you began to kiss and nibble at his neck, smirking at the low growl he gave and the way he had to shift himself on the couch.

“What are you doing?” he looked up at you as the deep-colored robe slid away from your shoulder, dipping down. His hands slipped down to grip your hips as you started to rub your aching heat over his thigh. “I thought you hated that thing...”

Your fingertip pressed into his lip, shushing him. “For once in your life Drew, shut up.” He pouted against your finger, which only widened your mischievous grin as you leaned in, grabbing a fistful of his shirt as you whispered in his ear: “Just for a few goddamn hours...forget about PowerPoints and rules and just...fuck me until I can’t walk.”

You bit your lip in the beat of silence; you were trying to push him, but hoped you hadn’t too much. You leaned back to see that his eyes had widened at your words, but just when you thought you’d gone too far, a smirk broke out on his face.

Within seconds, your back was against the couch and he was pressing down into you, a hungry look in his eyes as they settled on you, wearing his robe--you could practically see the dirty thoughts racing through his head. Before you had time to react, his hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing and cupping, making your gasp, and when two of his fingers slipped between your folds and hooked deep inside your cunt you gripped the couch and whimpered quietly.

Biting his lip, he stared down at you. “Gladly. But first, princess...you’re gonna beg me for it…”

You found yourself unable to even form a response as he rhythmically rocked his fingers into you, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. All you could manage was to moan as your back arched and you pressed your hips up into his hand as he worked you.

But just as quickly as he had started he withdrew his hand, leaning back and giving a pleased hum as he sucked his fingers clean while you panted below him, legs wantonly spread open.

“Drew, please--” you were ready to do as he said, to beg him, gladly, but he put his hand up to stop you. Once you were silent he drew it up to his mouth, making a show of consideration.

“Patience princess. Before we get to that, I have to decide how I’m going to punish you for being so naughty and stealing my robe…” His fingers wandered up the front of it and you gulped hard, feeling frozen in place as he eyed you like prey. The anticipation was perhaps just as good as the payoff.

“I think...you owe me an apology.”

“I’m sorry, I--” you didn’t get far along before Drew shushed you again, and you pouted in frustration. You were trying to be cooperative, but he wasn’t exactly making it easy. He didn’t want it to be easy.

“Oh no, princess. You’re going to show me how sorry you are. On your knees.”

Between the gravely tone and the dark look in his eyes you nearly shivered all over; before you even realized what you were doing, you were getting on your knees in front of him as he sat back on the couch with legs splayed open once again. He put his arms up on the back of the couch, relaxing, as he looked down and watched you reach up to undo his belt.

“I’m so, so sorry Drew,” you said as you stared up at him, biting your lip a little, which you knew drove him crazy, never breaking eye contact as you popped open the button of his pants and unzipped the fly.

He gave you a little tsk as he reached down to pull down his pants and boxers, just enough to let his cock spring out from them, then took your chin with one hand to tilt your fact up to him a little further. “You could have just asked me, princess. I always knew you’d look so pretty in my robe…” His eyes were wandering down your body again, and you retorted, “So you’ve thought about me in your robe huh?”

Drew’s eyes snapped back up from your chest to meet yours. “Of course I have,” he intoned darkly. You shifted a little, uncomfortably, feeling the wanting ache between your legs grow. But then he sighed and tightened his grasp on your chin a little, forcing your attention. “But you didn’t ask, did you?”

The question hung heavy in the air, and your mind was so clouded with lust that it took you a moment before you realized he was waiting for you to answer him.

“I, uh, no…”

He glowered down at you, clearly not satisfied with your answer. “No what?”

“N-no sir…” the words barely escaped your lips before he put his thumb over them, then pushed it into your mouth.

“That’s enough of that. No more talking.” He cracked a smile in one corner of his mouth as he brought your face down to his cock. You began giving it long, slow licks up and down while you reached up and grabbed the base firmly, making him heave a sigh. A satisfied groan followed close behind as you lavished the head of his cock with smaller licks before you began taking him into your mouth.

“Mmm...that’s a good girl…” He practically growled the words as he pushed the hair away from your face so he could admire you while you worked at him, and when you met his gaze with big, innocent doe eyes you were gratified to see him positively shiver in response.

“Show me…” he practically sighed the words as you took him deeper and deeper. “Ohhhh shit,” he groaned as his tip started to hit the back of your throat, “fuck, yes, you show me you can be a good girl…” He rested his hand on the back of your head as it bobbed up and down in his lap, holding your hair--still letting you keep the pace, not forcing you--just keeping it there, as though to remind you who was really in control.

You could feel his hips start to twitch when you finally leaned back to take a breather, giving him long, firm strokes with one hand while the other gently cupped his balls. A broken moan escaped his lips as he grabbed your shoulder and dragged you up with him as he stood. He gripped the back of you head to kiss you roughly as he grabbed your hip firmly with the other, kicking off his pants and walking you back the short distance until the back of your knees hit the bed.

He began to kiss and nibble down your jaw and neck, growling into your skin, before lightly pushing you back to fall onto the bed. You lay prone before him, trying not to squirm as he quickly removed his shirt and settled his intense gaze on you as he stood over you, surveying your body like a prize, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip.

The robe had fallen back on your shoulders, your breasts nearly exposed, and the bottom hem had hiked up high on your thighs. You felt so deliciously exposed to him, running a finger against your collar bone. Drew gave a gratified groan as he languidly pumped his cock in his fist while staring down at you intensely. With the other hand he reached out and ever so gently ran his fingers down the front of the robe, exposing a thin sliver of skin down your torso along the way, stopping just above your heat, making you whimper.

This only made him chuckle deeply, darkly from his chest as he lowered himself onto you. It was finally too much--the feeling of his weight pressing down on you, his hardness resting hot and heavy against the soft skin of your thigh, his lips brushing ever so lightly across the skin of your neck and chest--and you positively keened beneath him, back arching as you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut as you moaned loudly, uncontrollably. The sensations only intensified as he kissed up the side of your neck to whisper in your ear: “Are you going to beg for me, princess?”

His words were quickly followed by a nibble to your earlobe, and you swear you nearly came right then and there. You felt your whole body shudder beneath him, and presumably, so did he, because he wasn’t able to hold back his cracked groan as he felt you shake against him.

“Please, please, oh god please fuck me.” You could feel him smirking against your skin as his kisses continued to trail downward to the tops of your breasts. “I need you to put your cock in me, please, just--ah!” You gasped, feeling like all the air was sucked out of your body when Drew suckled at one nipple while flicking it with his tongue, while rolling his thumb over the other. All you could do was writhe under him, a moaning mess.

You panted as Drew moved on from your nipples, trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts to your stomach, and you felt him untie the robe, the silky fabric of the tie trailing across your skin ever so lightly. He mumbled against your skin, “Mmm, I don’t know if I’m convinced, princess…”

You thrashed your head from side to side, the frustration palpable in your body, whimpering as he continued to plant soft kisses all over your torso, exquisitely teasing you.

“P-please, Drew, please, I’ll be good, just please fuck me…” You meant every word you said at that moment, desperate for him to fill you, and the sinister, low laugh that spread his hot breath against your skin made you shiver and groan.

“Alright sweetheart, I believe you. But I need you to do something for me first…” You felt him push the silky fabric of the robe aside to expose you fully to him, and felt his breath against your skin as he kissed the insides of your trembling thighs.

“Anything, anything, I…” you couldn’t even form a coherent thought at this point, you were just desperate to feel him, everywhere. Suddenly you felt him gripping your chin again, tilting your head down to look at him. He looked up at you from between your legs--that sight alone was unbelievably arousing-- and it was like you could see the fire of lust burning in his eyes. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip again, back and forth, until you wordlessly took it in your mouth. Once he was sure he had your full attention, he finally laid out his terms: “Before I fuck you, I need you to cum for me. Do you understand sweetheart?”

You could feel your breath, hot and ragged, in your throat, as you nodded overenthusiastically. He tightened his grip on your chin a little, stilling you. “Ah ah, you need to tell me.” He relaxed his grip so you could answer him.

“Y-yes...yes sir…” you barely managed to choke out, and the moment you got the words out, he was all over you, using his hands to spread your legs wide, licking and sucking up your copious juices. Your hands flew to your sides to grip at the sheets as you struggled to writhe underneath him, unsuccessfully, as he held your hips down firmly in place. You were sighing and moaning; the way his name slipped so easily, so quickly from your lips was music to his ears, and you felt him chuckle against you, making you quiver and gasp. You felt his hands grip your ass and his beard rub against your thighs as he proceeded even more enthusiastically, mumbling into your core, “That’s it, princess, you say my name. Tell me who’s making you feel this good…”

“Oh my god, Drew, you are, Drew, fuck, yes!” This response only made him ramp up his ministrations, and one of your hands rocketed to guide his head to just the right spot, your fingers threading through his hair as you nearly screamed his name. A deep, rumbling mixture of a groan and a chuckle came out of him as your back arched off the bed and your orgasm overtook you.

As you came down from your orgasmic haze you could feel his beard tickling your thighs as he gently licked up your juices and began kissing his way back up your body. As he made his way up he gently removed the robe fully from you, tossing it aside. You were still catching your breath as he came face-to-face with you, leaning his forehead on yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“If you keep up like that--” You could feel him positioning himself between your legs as he propped himself up on one arm while pulling you close with the other, leaning in to whisper in your ear--“everyone’s going to know your little secret.”

Your gasp only egged him on as he slowly sunk his length into you. You waited for him to start a rhythm, but he stayed still in you, pinning your hips down with his. You looked up at him, practically whimpering, and saw he was surveying your prone form beneath him. You locked eyes, and he smirked devilishly at you.  

“I didn’t say you could stop.”  

He pulled almost also the way out of you before slamming back in, and you nearly felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. His hands and lips started to roam all over your body, wherever he could get them. As he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck he croaked out into your skin, “I wanna hear you say it again princess. Say my name.”

After a few more lengthy, fluid thrusts he pulled away a little to look at you, eyebrows knit together in a vexed expression at not getting the response he wanted out of you. But the sight of you, eyes hooded, staring up at him, biting your bottom lip, clearly withholding what he wanted on purpose,  made a broken moan escape his lips involuntarily.

“Fine, you wanna do this the hard way?” You started to whine as he fully withdrew from you, but it ended with a squeak as he effortlessly flipped you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up to meet his and wasted no time driving back into you at just the right angle. You moaned as he fucked into you, still slow and deliberate, a few curse words passing your lips, though you managed to continue to withhold what he really wanted. You felt his hands running all over your body. Eventually one ran up your spine, sending a tremor through you, and up into your hair, threading in it and pulling to fuck into you harder.

“Oh, oh god, oh fuck, yes…” You somehow managed to hold onto the tiniest bit of composure and continue to draw things out, though you could tell you probably wouldn’t last much longer. You heard Drew growl behind you and you felt like your legs were turning to jelly, though he used his other hand to keep your hips up and continue to pull them into his.

After a few more thrusts he pulled hard on your hair, forcing you upright for your back to meet his heaving chest. You were practically panting as he held you still, as close to him as possible, molding his body against yours. His hand trailed out of your hair and down the side of your neck to the front of it, curling his fingers around it gently but firmly, while his other hand coasted along your skin from your hip to your front, dancing over your clit, making you gasp and curse and squirm.

You struggled to move against him, to get some more friction, some more stimulation, anything, but he held you firmly in his grip. He nibbled behind your ear as he taunted you: “You know what I want. You give it to me”--he accentuated his words by pressing a flat palm slowly but firmly against your throbbing clit, making your legs literally shake--”and I’ll give you want you want.”

You finally ran out of resolve as he applied pressure to your clit but still wouldn’t allow you to move against him, torturing you further instead of bringing you any relief. You panted, gasping for breath a few times, before finally managing to get out the words he so wanted to hear: “Please, please, please Drew, please, I need it, Drew, Drew, please--”

The way he growled into your neck almost had you cumming then and there, until suddenly he was pulling out again, flipping you over effortlessly, again, this time slinging your legs over his shoulders before leaning down over you and sliding back into you, hard, and really starting to fuck into you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your hands clawed desperately at his back. At this point you couldn’t stop saying his name, though you were more shouting it than just saying it, not that you cared anymore; as far as you were concerned, if it meant getting fucked like this, you didn’t care who knew about it. Then he leaned down to you to whisper in your ear: “Touch yourself for me baby. I want you to cum for me again.”

By now, if he had told you to jump off the Benjamin Franklin bridge you would have done it, and before you could even think you were following his orders, reaching between your legs and shuddering as you began to rub yourself. You could feel your whole body twitching and tightening, signaling your impending release. You tried to form the words to tell him his, but he just kept fucking into you mercilessly, and all that was running through your head and out of your lips was his name.  

Just as you felt your muscles contract tightly around him he pulled out, and you screamed his name as you squirted hard, your whole core contracting, pulling the rest of your body towards it. You writhed underneath him, a twitching, wailing mess. Just as you felt yourself start to come down, you felt him thrust into you again, this time moving one of your legs off his shoulder to wrap around him, so that one of his hands could fall on top of yours to resume the friction and pressure against your clit.

You literally couldn’t breathe, as your legs started to quake again, even more so than before now that your muscles were starting to tire out, and you looked up into his eyes, as though you were silently pleading with him--but the only thing you could manage to say was his name.

He pulled out again, pushing against the hand that was putting pressure on your clit as he did, and you squirted, hard, again.

He repeated this process several more times--you lost count after the third time you came so hard you couldn’t even think--until finally, at some point, he decided he had had enough and pumped his hips sloppily into his fist a few times before spilling onto your stomach, your name and curse words falling from his lips just as quickly.

He rolled off of you, panting, and quickly pulled you close to him, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist as your head came to rest cradled against his chest. You made some unintelligible noises as your oversensitive body twitched against his touch, to which he gently soothed you, stroking your hair with a feather-light touch, repeating “good girl, good girl” over and over again in your ear, until you finally stilled in his arms.

He listened to your breathing slow as you felt the pace of his chest rising and falling do the same. You felt him press his lips to your forehead ever so gently as consciousness seemed to slip from your grasp. Just as you slipped into sleep, you heard him say quietly, so quietly that you wondered if he even meant for you to hear it: “That’s it, princess, rest...you’ll need it...”