#drew mcintyre one shot

[hobisstar]

Broken Dreams-

Drew McIntyre x Reader

Summary: Every time Drew looses it’s same, call, talk about how bad he wanted to win, question his best friend then that’s it. End of call. Not this time though. Y/N is sick and tired of the it and she won’t stand for it any longer. But what happens when they get into an argument after Clash at the Castle? How will it unfolded?

Warning: Soft but Angry Drew. Vulgar language and some kissing.

TAG List: @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore <3!! Thank you babes for wanting to be tagged! I hope you like it!

“Fucking Cheater…” Y/N mumbled as she watched the ending of Clash of Castle. Gosh, she felt bad for her best friend. Drew has been fighting and just trying to hard to win those belts, but it seems like luck, is just not on his side.

He deserves those belts. She feared that it’ll never happen but she knows not to loose hope. She turned the tv off after the ending of the match she was gonna text Drew that she was proud but she needed to see his face and hear his voice.

Y/N waited a little while then got on her computer and called Drew. When he answered she called loudly. Even though he didn’t win, she was still proud! He tore up that stadium and deserved every little congratulations and standing ovation!

“My bestie, You completely stole my heart and my tears today! I’m so proud of you!” She almost screamed into the computer. She was happy but Drew didn’t seem that way.

“Thank you, Doll… I… I needed to hear that…really.” He stated lightly, he felt like he let so many people down.

“Are you doing okay?” Y/N watched him roll his eyes. He scoffed and shrugged, “Yeah doll, I’m fine. Actually if you haven’t noticed I just got out of one hell of a match” Drew spoke sarcastically. “Drew I was just asking-“

“I fucking lost, Doll! Yeah the crowd loved me and all, but I wanted those titles! You don’t understand how hard I worked my damn ass off for those belts and see them slip away like that… it fucking breaks me.”

As usual, Drew is upset. Not the fact that he didn’t win, but because Y/N wasn’t there and her calling wasn’t making it any better. He tried to calm down, he knows it’s not her fault but he so wanted to just let all the anger out. He honestly doesn’t want to put it on her but he just exploded.

He’s tired of loosing to Roman for the titles, Y/N couldn’t agree more. Y/N just wished that Drew wouldn’t always have to start an argument when something like this happened. Being best friends is harder than it looks. She just wanted to congratulate him, tell him how much she love him. It was hard between them two. Of course they’ve had their …fun, but they only call it ya know… experiences..

“D, you don’t have to yell. I get it you are tired of-“

“No, Y/N, you don’t get it. Why didn’t you show up? Actually why did you call me just now? Why didn’t you call me this morning or yesterday before the paperview? Why did you wait?” He asked looking at the computer. Staring at her beautiful face.

“Drew, you know I had work I couldn’t make it especially with the flight times. I didn’t call you last night because… well It was late and I didn’t want to interrupt your preparation. I know me being there means the world to you but I feel like I throw you off whenever I’m around you. You said it before! You don’t like me me calling you days before your matches..” she mumbled the last part.

“I know you are pissed, I don’t blame you, D. With me not being there and the match, I get it. But taking it out on me every time something doesn’t go your way is not fair to me. I don’t come home from my shitty job and blame it on you or just complain about how bad the day was because I know it’s not fair on you. I just simply wish you would think about how I feel before you decide to lay everything on me like it’s my fault. Have a nice flight back home.”

Y/N hung up as soon as she was done talking. It wasn’t fair, It just wasn’t! Y/N knew that he was frustrated but she was damn tired of Drew sending his attitude onto her. He sighed and slammed his computer.

He instantly looked at the time and saw that almost 2 am, so he got ready for bed by having a quick shower, washing his face, brushing his teeth, and putting on fresh clothes then heading to bed. He needed to get all the sleep he could before his flight back to the states. Drew wanted to see Y/N as soon as he got off that flight, they already established a few weeks before his flight that she would pick him up from the airport and they could stay at her house until he had to go back to his home for Smackdown.

Early in the morning Y/N was dreading getting up. She knew Drew was gonna make her talk and he was definitely going to mention last nights phone call. Once she arrived at the Airport she saw Drew waiting outside, he was surprisingly the only person i mean its 4am so she wasn’t shocked. Drew smiled and got in the car after putting his bag in the back seat.

“Hey…” he said and y/n softly said “hi..” She put the car in the drive and started to drive. The air was all of a sudden thick and she couldn’t stand the silence and decided to turn on the radio. Drew looked at her and sighed “ Okay, why are you so silent?” She scoffed and looked at him.

“ You cant be serious. You honestly cant be serious, Drew. We literally got into an argument over the phone for me not going with you” He sighed and looked at her. “ Im sorry. I was just upset because I didnt win and I took it out on you.”

“ i understand that Drew. But what you don’t understand you are always doing that to me. You dont get your way then you take it out on me. Then you want to apologize and i think i will look past it and. Im tired of feeling like thats all our friendship has come to be.” She pulled into a empty parking lot because she didnt want to drive with arguing with Drew. Especially with his temper words would be let out that could hurt both of their egos.

Y/N turned the car off and looked at him. “ Its getting harder to be okay when that happens.” Drew returned her eye contact and he just felt heated. Why was he so attracted to her? Why did he have jealous thoughts when she wasn’t with him? Why did she make his heart skip multiple beats when he was with her? “He sighed and cursed under his breath.

“You know I don’t try to be so harsh on you. You don’t deserve it. You go through so much crap here and hate to make you feel like it’s hard to be with me when I know How much our friendship is an escape for the both of us. I don’t know why I do it it to you. It’s just so hard not seeing the person you want to reassure you not there.” He spoke looking at his hands then at her hand.

He smiled slightly when he saw the best friend ring still on her finger. Drew grabbed her hand and held it gently and tangled their hands together. She smiled lightly and he kissed her hand. He looked back at her and it felt like everything he ever worried about was lifted away.

“ I wanted you so bad, it’s killing me.” He spoke lowly and looked at her lips soon caressing it with his thumb. “I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She mumbled and looked away chuckling.

He lightly grabbed her face and made her look at him as he moved in. “Be mad at me later, Princess. I missed you and thinking about these lips made me miss you more” his lips landed on hers and they softly moved together in unison.

It started to get heated and Drew pulled her onto his lap gripping her ass once she was comfortable on-top of him. She pulled away for air and Drew growled slightly.

“Gosh I love you so much I can’t hide it anymore. You are the only one I want ever. I get so jealous when I’m not with you and it kills me. I’m pissed that I wanted to just stay friends after you confessed years ago. It broke me knowing that I only wanted you.”

He mumbled on and on but she laughed and covered his mouth. “ Drew, it’s okay. I understand. You needed time to definitely think and I gave you all the time you need and was willing to wait whenever you came around. No need to be jealous when I love you to space and back. No need to feel as though I’m with another man because I know for sure only you, the Scottish Psychopath can love me the way that you do. I love you, now hush up and kiss me.” Drew quite literally smashed his lips on her. He wanted to make up for lost time they could’ve been together and boy, was he about to. WINK WINK

[romanstheory]

reader is whoever( preferred drew or roman ) boss, and the General Manager of Smackdown. it bothers (whoever )that she has so much power him at work, so he makes sure that he reminds her who has the power in the bedroom

Warnings : Smut, Rough sex, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Life is amazing for me, I've gotten the job as the new Smackdown GM. I fully plan on turning this show upside down in the very best way possible. I've come a long way and worked my way up the corporate ladder. All of the superstars on the roster have congratulated me, well, everyone except Drew McIntyre. Drew and I have a not so great past, we tried dating but it never really worked out. He always needs control, and well I don't like being controlled. We've done our best avoiding each other since I've been in my GM position. Tonight we can't do that anymore. Drew and Sheamus are set to have another falling out in a backstage segment where I have to come in and mediate. I finish getting my hair touched up and head over to where our segment will take place.

They've already started when Drew shoots me a quick glance. They begin arguing back and fourth when I run in just before hits are exchanged, standing in the middle of the two giant men. "We are not doing this! Not here!" I yell at the two of them. "Well I guess we need to get in the ring then huh?" Sheamus barks at Drew. "I'd be more than happy to beat your ass again" Drew growls back. "Look I'm the one who makes the matches here, and you two seem to have a lot of aggression you need to get out" I begin "Sheamus, you pick your match type with Drew tonight" I grin grows across my face as I watch the rage build inside of Drew as we wrap the segment up and the cameras go off. Sheamus and the camera crew wrap up and walk away, leaving Drew and I alone.

"What the hell was that?" Drew says angrily. "Business! Oh sorry, did you not like being told what to do?" I reply in a condescending tone. I knew for a fact that Drew could not stand the thought of me being his boss, and I loved it. The night proceeded, Sheamus choosing a no DQ match ultimately winning with help from others. Next Friday quickly approaches and I settle into my office. I hear loud banging at my door "Come in" I yell. The door swings open revealing a still very angry Drew. The door swings shut behind him, he locks it. "What do you want?" I say standing up, walking towards him. "You think that because you're a GM now that you have some kind of control over me?" Drew says through his thick accent "No, I know I have control over you now" I say with a smirk. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing, I wanted to get him going. He was falling right into my trap.

Drew firmly grabs by jaw, pulling me into a deep kiss. "Careful, don't make me fine you" I say looking into his eyes. "Fine me" Drew growls. He backs me up into my desk, pushing papers and what ever else is in his way onto the floor. He lifts my dress up, picks me up and lays me on the desk. My mind is racing with thoughts of what's next. He roughly moves my panties to the side, practically ripping them off of my body before teasing my now throbbing vagina with his lips. "You must have missed me" He says lustfully before beginning to kiss and lick my wet vagina. My body melted for him immediately, his tongue rubbed and explored my clit. I begin to moan and gasp as his tongue folds and flicks all of the right places, I'm close and he knows it. I feel my peak coming as I tighten my legs around his head. He suddenly stops and sits up.

"You don't get to finish until I say you can" Drew says with a smirk. My body was begging for him and he knew it. He unbuckles his pants, kicking them and his boxers to the side before coming back over to me, kissing my neck. He left small marks all along the side of my neck. He pushes his entire length into me, it was almost like my body was relieved to have him inside of me. He quickly picks up the speed of his strokes, crashing out bodies into each other. I begin moaning loudly, the kind of loud that would get us both fired. Drew reaches his big hand over, grabbing my neck while he pounds away at me. "You like that don't you huh! You little slut" Drew growls through his teeth "This is what you wanted isn't it. You wanted to get fucked". I can't speak through my increased moaning, I feel my climax approaching faster than before as I bite my bottom lip.

"Do it, cum for me" Drew demands and he continues stroking me deep and hard. I release all control and reach my climax. It was longer and more intense than it ever had been before. Drew's climax follows as he pulls out of me releasing his load onto my stomach, moans escaping his mouth as his eyes close. He puts his pants back on, taking off his shirt and tossing it to me to clean off with. "When it comes to control, I will always have it" Drew smirks as he walks out of the door

[smartycvnt]

Karma

Title: Karma

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Word Count: 442

Drew felt like he was been stuck in a bad dream. He had officially lost everything. His match against Seth was best described as a last stand, one that Drew had walked out of victorious. For fifteen glorious seconds, everything that he had done was validated. Only to be undone with a three-count almost immediately.

"I'm sorry," Drew said as he watched Ash stare at him in disappointment. She had given him another chance, even after he abandoned her. It was all supposed to be worth it when he won the title, but Judgemend Day had taken it from him.

He wanted revenge, but he knew that there was a far more important cause to persue instead. Drew needed to get Ash back, but first, he had to talk to her. He slipped out of the ring and slowly walked over to where Ash had been all match. He kneeled down in front of her, something that he had done when they were together to apologize.

"Stop it, Drew. Nothing that you can say will make this better. It's not going to be enough. There's nothing either of us can do to make this right," Ash told him.

"Ash, do you have any idea what these past few months have been like for me?" Drew asked. Ash felt like she had an idea, but that didn't matter. Drew had done it all to himself because he wanted a championship. He turned his back on his friends and family for a title reign that didn't even last 30 seconds. "Think about what I've been through."

"I am, and it's still not enough. I'm going to walk away now because it's never enough that I gave to you all the horrors that you've put me through. I tried to stay by your side. I traded my values because I thought sticking by you was the right choice," Ash said. She stepped past Drew and walked backstage. Drew pounded his fists against the ground to try and put his head in a different place.

"I'll get her back. I'll find her, it's not too late," Drew told himself. Just like the title had been the only thing on his mind for months, Ash was the only thing Drew let himself think about. She had to come around and see that they were still meant for each other. Nobody could make him as happy as Ash did, and that had to count for something. He remembered the way that he used to make Ash smile and laugh. Drew didn't know how he would do it, but one way or another, he would get Ash back.

[rhodesrider]

Hi can you do mafia CG! Judgement day and the rest is up too you :)

Kettle corn

CG! Mafia! Judgement Day x Little! Y/N

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Cussing and threats of murder.Age regression like behavior and affirmation nicknames

Cold nights were the best nights for interrogations. The man was thrown on the ground, feeling the sharp rocks stick on his arm he whined in pain some and rubbed his arm staying on the ground. “Listen, listen to me please I promise I’ll have your money by next month I need more time-“ soon a sharp kick was to his chest. “We gave you time. And it’s been ran out. So cough it up old man.” The figure spoke with the purple bandana over his mouth. The other figures were searching the car finding luggage and airplane tickets.

“Trying to run out on us Robert?”

Robert, still on the rocky ground, looking up seeing the figure come closer and removed the bandana. “Rhea…” He mumbled and scooted back some. Seeing fear in his eyes only made Rhea smile. “What’s wrong Robby? Looking like you seen a ghost.” She smirked. “I’m tired of giving chances on you know that.” “Please I just need a little more time. I won’t run I promise.” Rhea just sighed and pulled out a small yet sharp knife, pointing it on Robert’s neck as Finn and Damien revealed themselves next. “You’re wasting my time Robby. You always do. But we give you break after break because you keep mentioning your family. Speaking of which, how is your family? You know the one you haven’t seen in weeks?” His eyes widened seeing he was caught in his lies. “Yea I asked some of my police dogs to run by your house and your wife was so worried. You haven’t been home in weeks. Your children haven’t seen you in weeks and you-“ she pointed the tip in his neck seeing some blood show. “-you lie to me. I take family very seriously Robby ol boy.” She hissed. He looked in her eyes seeing nothing but a black soul, bodies have seen her face before they die slow. “So what, you hop on a plane? And go where? I have connects out my ass to make sure your life is a living hell.” She continued smiling. Soon Damien felt his phone vibrate, he looked at the contact and sighed some walking away from the conflict to answer.

“Princess not now we are working.”

On the other side on the phone was their prize possession. All of theirs. Y/N pouted as she was in her big king sized bed, watching the canopy flow from the vent giving her fresh air. “But papa, where are you guys? It’s getting lates and mama said we can watch a movie…” she whined. Damien forgot about the movie night, it slipped his mind as he found out that Robert was trying to skip down from the police officers they hired. “You are right we are sorry Princesa, let me tell the rest and we will be on our way. Do you want some sweets?” He always spoils her rotten along with Rhea. “Hmm, kettle corn please?” He smiled. “Ok I’ll get it for you. But no getting outta bed waiting for us.” “Yes sir! I love you papa!” She quickly hung up getting in bed grabbing her one of many jumbo pokemon stuffed animals waiting for her caregivers to come home.

“Wrap it up.” Damien called out and Dom nodded going to get a large can out from their trunk. Gasoline. Robert watched him the whole time but was quickly back on Rhea. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” She hisses and puts her knife away. “You look like you need some weight off though, why don’t you have a nice stroll home.” She smiled and soon a single match was set by Finn as Dominic finished up soaking his belongings and car in the fluid. “The next time I see you, is with our funds along with you so you can keep your fucking scumbag of a life.” She whispered in his ear as he watched his car go in flames and the men walk away to their car. Rhea stood up from her knee and waved goodbye, but first turned around with dark eyes. “Another week. Or else you’re dead.” She smiles hearing the crackle of fire from the burning car. They drove away as they heard Robert cry out in anger and pain as he lost his last way to get out of his situation.

“Ok, she wanted sweets?” Rhea asked removing her bandana and putting it in the glove department. “Kettle corn, Finn did you make sure she drunk some-“ Before Damien could finish, Finn showed him a picture of the water bottle he bought her with times on it. All the way down to the bottom. “Awesome. Dom did you text drew to make sure she was finished with her activities?” Dom blinked forgetting about her homework activities, and he’s pretty sure he didn’t tell drew. “Imma take that as a no. It’s ok I’m pretty sure she finished some of it.” Damien said in hope. “Damien we were busy all day and Drew is a good babysitter-“ “Yea but we all need to make sure she does what she’s suppose to.” He said. Rhea rolled her eyes and pulled up to the side store to get the big bad of kettle corn.

Drew was knocked out on the couch, the team looking down at him in annoyance. “Well I’m glad she’s still breathing.” Damien sighed and went to get the rest of the snacks ready for her. “Drew get up.” Rhea punched him up and he jumped. “Ah fuck don’t scare me like that.” He huffed looking around. “Fuck how long was I out?” “Who knows but you’re in trouble~” Dom teased and Finn pushed him out the way. “You were suppose to be watching her.” Drew soon remembered and sighed. “My bad. I was just tired.” He soon noticed a black blanket was around him and he smiled some.

Earlier when we was watching over the house and her, he was yawning a lot as he was finishing up the dishes and getting Y/N ready for bed. She watched him the whole time rubbing his eyes and bags forming. “Uncle Drew?” She said lightly and he grumbled as he was sat down on the couch. “Sorry munchkin I don’t really feel like playing.” She smiled and nodded as she already had the blanket ready. “Mind going up to bed dear? I’ll be there I’m just getting myself together.” She nodded and laid the blanket to the side as she went upstairs slow. After a while, maybe a hour, she tip-toed back down and she saw he was out cold sleeping. She took the blanket and put it over him and kissed his cheek heading back up so he wouldn’t get in trouble for not tucking her in.

“Welp she would have been down by now if she was awake so she probably sleep.” Rhea sighs. “I’ll check.” Finn saids and he jogs up. Finn then goes in the door and she’s the bed sleeping peacefully, he smiled and slithers in. She had the covers half way on her so Finn fixed the blanket giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. A soft smile was shown after on her face as he went back to the door leaving out. “Yea she’s sleep.” He confirmed and everyone smiled. “We could just have a movie day tomorrow. Get her somebody snacks and then go to the park or something.” Rhea was planning. They come home happily to her, give her anything she needs and wants. Spoil her rotten. That was their princess. No one elses. Everyone else sees them as evil and ruthless people, but in her eyes she sees them as a safe haven, not an ounce of evil no where in sight, and they love every moment.

Nothing was better than having their princess in their arms.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Punishment

Prompt: “It was uncomfortable to sleep last night? How do you think I felt? Not being able to touch you was absolute torture for me,” 

Requested by @maryjaneleaholland26

Warnings: yandere, bondage, smut, fem reader, dumbification, slapping, manipulation, blood

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

Your wrist and ankles hurt from the metal handcuffs spreading you out completely on the bed. Normally, Drew would use soft handcuffs to keep from harming you, but during a screaming match the night before you had slapped him. As punishment he made you strip completely naked and bound you to the bed overnight. He hadn’t given you a blanket it stayed in the room. Instead he set up a camera and left you alone.

“Morning love.” You turned your head to see Drew walk into the room. He had no shirt on and sweatpants that rested low on his hips. You hated how attractive you found him, it was definitely part of how he roped you into this whole situation. Quitting your job, and being completely dependent on him.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I think you fucking know,” you snapped.

“I would watch your language love. I’ll wrap you up and stick you in the closet,” he chuckled while walking over to you. He let a hand rub down your side and down your leg to your ankle, looking at the damage done.

“I bet that hurt all night. Did it?”

“It’s… uncomfortable,” you mumbled, feeling your face get hot while still refusing to say it ‘hurt.’

“It was uncomfortable to sleep last night? How do you think I felt? Not being able to touch you was absolute torture for me.” He reached up to grope your breast harshly, making a low moan escape your mouth. He smiled fully as he pulled his pants off.

“Been wanting to do this all night,” he climbed onto the bed, pumping his dick lightly, making it fully hard. As though taking pity on you, he inserted a finger into you.

“Shit…” You whispered, feeling him stretch you out.

“Already that far gone? You’re really going to lose it when I fuck you,” he growled while pulling his fingers out. You let out a little whine at the emptiness, which caused him to fully laugh.

“Love when you’re desperate,” and with that he thrust into you fully, making you let out a cry. No matter how many times he fucked you, and no matter how hard it was, you always felt more then full.

“This is what you deserve, fuckin arguing with me is Bad enough, but hitting me? I won’t allow that shit in my home,” he vented while slamming into you. Despite the tight binds, your body was still being moved up the bed from the power of the thrusts.

You were mumbling incoherently, and your body felt limp. You couldn’t move if you wanted to.

“You look so stupid right now, turning You into my stupid girl.” You were getting close to the edge, and he could tell by the way you were gripping him. “If you want to cum, you have to ask.”

You mumbled something lightly, causing him to smack your face. “Wake up love, I can’t understand you when you mumble.”

“Please!” You cried out, yanking on your binds. You wanted to grab his shoulders, to rack your nails along his back, but you just couldn’t.

“I don’t know, are you sorry?”

“Yes! I’m sorry! Please…” you had tears running down your face, and he seemed to take pity.

“Go ahead. Come,” You let yourself go, crying Drew’s name as you came. It only took a few more thrust for him to be coming deep inside of you. You moaned lightly when he pulled out, but he ignored you as he unlocked all four pairs of handcuffs to release you.

“I’ve got you,” he assured you while kissing your wrist lightly. You whined at the feeling, looking to see not only raw skin but also cuts leaking blood.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated while picking you up and taking you into the bathroom. “Stay,” he commanded while sitting you down on the counter so he could grab stuff to clean your cuts.

You were shaking, unsure if it was from being fucked or being tied down all night. “Well,” he called your attention back to him while cleaning the cuts. “Now we know, when I tell you to do something, you do it.” He gave another kiss to your now bandages wrist as a shiver ran down your spine.

[sangorous]

{#} 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈?

word count: 0.9k

genre/warnings: smut/unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), ejaculation inside of reader, a bit of rough sex

Drew McIntyre x black!fem!reader

There he stood, angry. He had every right to be angry. He was close to being champion again, and it slipped through his hands. His anger always got the best of him, and you told him that, but he was too stubborn to admit to it.

"Hey..."

"I don't wanna talk right now," he walked past you.

To say you weren't caught off guard would be a lie, and honestly, you did not know what to do. You were not sure if you wanted to slap him or comfort him. A part of you wanted to slap him because who the hell was he to push past you like you were one of his homeboys, but a part of you wanted to comfort him because he was upset.

The walk to his bus made you think that you would cuss him out first for making him walk to his bus, then comfort him on his loss. Who the hell was he to make you walk to his bus? He did have you fucked up.

You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. You'd figure that he was being a diva due to this loss. So you gave his door another knock.

"Go away!" he shouted.

"Excuse me? You better not be talkin' to me like that?" you shouted back. You could hear him shuffling around and then the door unlocking.

"Are you done throwin' a tantrum?" you climbed up the steps and stared at him.

"Baby, I know you wanted to win badly, but it's not the end of the world if you don't. You not wantin' to communicate your feelings and emotions is not okay... It is okay to feel how you feel; your feelings are valid, okay? I know you don't want to speak, so whenever you are ready to speak, I will be right here," you sat down next to him.

All you could hear was him sighing, grunting, and groaning. You knew that he was trying to find the right words to say.

"I almost had it... It slipped through my hands," he sighed.

"Then that idiot Damien Priest came and ruined everything!" Drew added, clenching his fist.

"I wanted to make you proud, my family proud, and I failed..."

"I'm proud of you every day. Do you think I'd leave you because you didn't win? That's a bit silly, don't you think?" another sigh left his lips while you placed a hand on his back.

You rubbed your hand up and down on his back as he placed a hand on your thigh, "you know what would help me decompress?" his hand trailed up your thigh.

"You being my good girl, laying down on your back, and me hearing your pretty little whimpers as I fuck you restless," he whispered in your ear before his lips made their way toward your neck.

His lips left little kisses on your neck, and his lips moved down to your shoulder while his hand went inside the brown bandeau that you were wearing. His hand gripping on your breast as you let a breath of air out. You could feel him smirking against your skin as he removed his lips

from your shoulder.

Before he could place his lips on your breast, he made sure to toss your bandeau to the floor where he thought it belonged. His mouth was on your right breast while his hand had a grip on your left breast. His tongue swirled around your nipples as he used his free hand and placed it back on your pussy.

"What a perfect day to wear a skirt..." his voice was low.

"And with a g-string at that? You wanted me to fuck you that bad, baby?" he began to rub the outside of your clit.

Slowly, he stuck one finger inside. Just the sound of your yelp turned him on. He stuck another finger inside of you and began to pump in and out of you aggressively. Your moans were inaudible as your eyes were closed.

"Drew..." you whimpered while he gave you a smirk.

"You like that, huh?" he continued at the same pace while he stared at you.

"I need you inside of me..." you whimpered, feeling yourself about to cum.

Drew made sure that you were on your back, aligning himself with you. He was such a tease, rubbing his dick against your clit with a chuckle.

"Drew..." you whined, looking at him.

"Are you sure? I'm letting out all of my frustrations tonight..." he looked at you.

"Yes baby, I'm sure," and without warning, he slammed

himself into you.

When he said he was letting out all of his frustrations, he meant it. He started at a rough pace, placing a hand on your throat. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours could probably be heard from the bus, but he didn't care.

His rough and aggressive thrusts sent shivers and shocks down your spine. He quickly pulled out and flipped you on your stomach as he slammed himself into you again. This time, his thrusts were slow and hard.

His body against yours as he thrust slowly and harder into you. Kissing your back as he moaned dirty little things in your ear. "Can I come in you, baby?" he grunted in your ear, kissing all over your cheek.

"Yes baby..." you were breathless, cumming on his dick while you felt him release inside of you.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he pulled out and sat you down on his lap.

꒰𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬🥲.꒱

this is from my wattpad but yeah! sorry for the unannounced hiatus

[claymorexpunisher]

Fun With The Boss (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader finally decides to answer her boss’ proposition…

Tags: 18+, office sex, boss/secretary relationship, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving.)

Word Count: 1,539

Smoothing down my black pencil skirt and fixing the collar on my white work shirt before picking up the black folder on my desk, I made my way to my boss’s office, urging for my palms to stop sweating and for my heart to stop pounding.

Every step I took brought a jolt to my already sensitive body and it took everything in me not to dump every last thing on Drew’s desk and to lay myself on it, offering myself up to him completely.

I knew sleeping with the boss wasn’t exactly the smartest idea, and when he first suggested this arrangement, my immediate response was ‘Absolutely not.’

And he respected that.

Drew never wanted to force things and he made sure that I knew that if I wasn’t for it, that there’d be no hard feelings and things would stay strictly professional.

But he knew I wanted him too.

I didn’t hide it very well so, when I barged into his office one late Tuesday evening after every one in the building had already left, and I told him I changed my mind, neither of us were very surprised.

Watching him walk into his office, donning a crisp three piece suit that hugged his taut muscles and broad shoulders perfectly, it was hard to resist him.

But my most favorite look on his was always at the end of a busy work day, with his suit jacket and tie off, and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to expose strong forearms that made my knees weak..

We had fun.

Lots of it.

And I knew that whatever happened in that office between us, didn’t affect my capabilities as his secretary.

I made it a point to tell him that I didn’t care for special treatment, and that I was more than willing to pull my weight in the company just like everyone else, sexual escapades aside.

And again, Drew respected that.

Admired it, even.

Knocking on his office door, I peeked my head inside before stepping in as soon as I got the okay from him to do so.

‘’Done?’’ Drew said, his tone professional as he eyed the black folder in my hands that had the completed budget plan for the month and I nodded.

‘’Yes, Sir.’’ I said, giving him a polite smile which he returned.

‘’Good,’’ Drew replied, taking the folder and skimming the contents inside and humming in approval before setting it aside.

What he said next made my entire body stand at attention.

‘’Lock the door, please.’’ He commanded softly yet firmly.

My head tilted curiously and I knew my eyes were as wide as dinner plates, because Drew chuckled at the sight as he leaned back into his office chair.

‘’Relax. Nobody comes in here unless I say they can… we’ve both had a stressful and I think we’ve earned ourselves a little fun. Wouldn’t you agree?’’ He asked, raising a single brow as if daring me to challenge him.

‘’I- I don’t know if thats a good idea..’’ I stammered, my face flushing a deep crimson.

The thought of doing…anything, while most of my coworkers were still in the building made my entire body buzz in arousal.

But a nervousness at possibly being caught sat at the forefront of my mind and in my gut.

‘’I-it’s not that I don’t want to, I just..I don’t think I could keep quiet if we did anything...’’ I stammered on, blushing harder and no longer meeting his eyes until I heard him get up and he walked around his desk, over to me and held my chin in his hand.

I gulped hard as his icy blue eyes bored into me.

‘’If that’s the problem then… I can fix that.’’ Drew said to me with a playful smirk playing on his lips.

———

Before Drew could place the makeshift gag over my mouth, I stopped him with a light hand on his wrist.

Seeing his eyes grow alarmed, thinking he overstepped, I gave him a smirk of my own.

‘’I have an idea… you can totally use that on me later, though.’’ I told him, then I ushered him back to his office chair, kneeling between his legs once he was comfortable.

I smiled further as Drew groaned pleasurably as he realized where things were headed.

‘’This was supposed to be about you, love...’’ he murmured, holding my cheek in his large hand.

But my attention was completely focused on the almost painful-looking bulge poking through his slacks, and I bit my lip as I rubbed him through the fabric.

‘’You wanna make me happy, Drew?’’ I asked him with a soft purr in my voice.

‘’Mhm...’’ Drew nodded, his mouth hanging slightly open as my hand continued to rub before I freed him out of his pants.

I let out a giggle, stroking him firmly. ‘’This’ll make me very happy..’’

And with that, I kept my eyes on him as my mouth sank down on his cock, tasting him greedily and breathing him in, letting my eyes flutter shut as he rested his hand on the back of my head.

‘’Fuck...’’ Drew whispered under his breath as I licked along his shaft, paying attention to his balls every now and again.

Just the sound alone sent a spark of pleasure down to my pussy and my thighs clenched, feeling as if I would come right then and there.

‘’Fuck…shit… do that again,’’ He growled at me, releasing a guttural groan as I once again sank all the way down, swallowing around his length in the process.

I quickly blinked away the tears in my eyes, not wanting to miss the way his features contorted in bliss.

With every twitch of his features, every barely contained groan, and every word of praise he directed my way, I felt elated.

To know I was pleasing him as much as I clearly was, made my entire body feel like I was floating.

If we left today with just him reaching an earth shattering orgasm, I would’ve been more than fine with that.

My hands wandered over his clothed broad chest every now and again, before I brought them back down to his thighs, rubbing them up and down as my mouth worked on him.

I let out a moan around his cock as his hands tightened their grip on my hair, looking into his eyes with wicked playfulness.

‘’You’re so good at that, Kitten…so fucking good at that...’’ Drew whispered, groaning as he slowly began to fuck my mouth.

I shivered at the pet name and as his sounds got louder and louder.

Clearly neither of us really cared if we got caught by anybody.

My cheeks flushed as I got even wetter at the thought alone and as his movements picked up speed along with his breath.

Then, something happened that completely caught both of us off guard.

The second he reached his climax…so did I.

My body trembled with the magnitude of my orgasm and my jaw went slack as the overwhelming sensations wracked my body and I could hear his groans and growls through a hazy mind, as if I were going through a tunnel.

Pulling my mouth off of him after we were both spent for the moment, I wiped my mouth sloppily with the back of my mind, once again blinking away overwhelmed tears.

‘’Holy shit..’’ I breathed, huffing out a shocked laugh.

‘’Did you just…did you just come?!’’ Drew exclaimed, staring at me with wonder and even more lust in his eyes.

Up until then, I didn’t know it was possible to come completely untouched.

But seeing him lose himself like that, knowing that it was because of me, I couldn’t help but be brought to the edge right along with him.

‘’Yeah...’’ I laughed again.

“That’s never really happened before.” I shrugged, straddling his lap on the desk chair when he motioned me to do so.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen...” he murmured, bringing me in for a deep, languid kiss.

We kissed for a long while, feeling our highs slowly leaving us until he began to rock his hips, letting his cock graze against my still wet and sensitive pussy.

I couldn’t help but to eagerly match his movements, whimpering against his lips.

“Ready for more?” Drew asked in that sexy, raspy voice that made me dizzy, while smirking against my lips.

He didn’t waste any time and entered me as soon as I gave him the go ahead, keeping our torsos pressed together.

“God...! Give it to me...” I groaned as he began to fill me up, digging my nails into his chest.

I slowly let myself adjust to his size, the slickness of my pussy helping guide him immensely.

“Yeah? You love fucking your boss, uh, princess? Tell me you love it… Tell me. Let me hear you. Let them hear you. ” He ordered, bringing one of his hands up my torso to grip my throat.

I knew we were being heard.

There was no way we weren’t.

But that didn’t stop me from rushing and complying with his command, praising him endlessly through my tears of pleasure…

[dirtywrestling]

Next Westler To Write About

[d-lanx]

I transcribed what McIntyre said to Punk after his mania match

(I did this instead of working on my dissertation and it took an hour of messing with audio and replaying it until I could hear properly)

Essentially, he was saying that Punk is a good commentator and should keep doing it because if he ever wrestles again, McIntyre will end his career. He also really just wanted to rub his win in Punk’s face. Full Transcription is below the photo if you care.

Speakers

P: CM Punk

D: Drew McIntyre

M: Pat McAfee

G: Corey Graves

C: Michael Cole

(ST) is used when multiple things are said at the same time.

Transcription

P: Well, my hat goes off to the champ. I’m not gonna tell him he’s gonna keep it warm for me because I don’t know what the future holds.

*McIntyre stares at Punk, who stares back.*

M: I think he has an idea of what the future holds.

*McIntyre walks towards the commentary table.*

P: Ah. I’ve been here before.

*McIntyre gestures for the other commentators to move out of the way and they do.*

C: Ok.

P: Be careful. Be careful, Drew. Your wife’s here.

*McIntyre climbs onto the table and crawls towards Punk, pushing the belt towards him.*

M: Like a jungle cat on our commentary desk.

*Punk applauds him.*

P: Congratulations. Have fun taking selfies on the internet with it.

*McIntyre kneels on the desk in front of Punk.*

D: I want you to know, every single thing I’ve said about you, I meant every single word.

P: I want you to know that I can’t hear a word you’re saying because I have cans on.

D: And let me tell you something. Right where you’re sitting, I’ll give you props, you got that down like nobody else. Step back in that ring ever again, I won’t put you out for a few months, I’ll end your career.

*Punk laughs.*

D: I’m not playing you; you think it’s funny? I’m not playing you.

P: I think it’s hilarious.

(ST) P: People bigger than you have told me that my career is over.

(ST) D: You’re welcome here.

D: Step back in the ring, I’ll end your career. This is my moment.

P: It is your moment. Why are you- why are you here? Why are you in my face? Why are you making it about me?

D: Because I want to rub it in your goddamn face!

*McIntyre gets up to crouch in front of Punk with the belt.*

(ST) D: Get this shot! I want this framed on my wall!

(ST) P: Alright man. Alright get it.

*Crowd starts chanting “CM Punk”.*

P: I ain’t never won a title and heard other people chanting somebody else’s name.

*McIntyre stands up and gives the DX “suck it” gesture with one hand while holding the belt in the other.*

M: Oh geez.

P: Alright. Ok.

M: Right in his face. He did that right in his face.

*Punk knocks McIntyre over and starts a fight.*

G: Wait a minute!

C: Oh my God!

[msbigredmachine]

The Return (Jey Uso/OC)

You have your own reasons for wishing he just stayed his ass on Smackdown. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 3.6k

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His baby girl is a stunning sight to behold, so much so that he stops in his tracks to drink you in from his vantage point next to the equipment crates lined up along the hallway backstage. The long locks of your honey-blond wig frame your beautiful face. Your world title belt gleams on your shoulder, shining as bright as the star that you are. Your eyes twinkle and your smile is wide and warm as you chat animatedly with Raquel Rodriguez. That smile used to be preserved for him and him alone, once upon a time. 

He may have come over to Raw to break away from the Bloodline, but it’s not the only reason he’s made the jump. Cody brought it up during their rather bizarre phone call, the American Nightmare weaponizing this information in that annoyingly eloquent manner he has perfected…

“I know you’re looking for a fresh start…but not just in the ring…I’m pretty sure there's a certain new Women’s champion you’d like to reunite with…”

Jey has been separated from you for a long time, admittedly by his own doing. It’s been torture. The hours have felt like days and the days like weeks. He’s yearned for your touch, your scent, the warmth of your smooth, soft skin, the taste of your lips. He’s stumbled through the rougher days by thinking about you and what you mean to him. He’s fantasized, and even pleasured himself, to mental snapshots of his past sexual adventures with you, paying tribute to the most incredible orgasms he’s ever experienced. He misses it all; the shudders of your voluptuous body, the pull of your wet, tight pussy around his dick, your fingers dragging across his hair and skin as you come apart for him, as he comes apart for you. The pillow talk and sweet words and soft kisses as you bask in the afterglow together.

The memories are beautiful, but he doesn’t want just ‘memories’ anymore. He’s made mistakes and he wants to fix them, and he only hopes you will let him. Five months is way too long to be without his favorite girl. He has to tread lightly, because even the nasty glare of Drew McIntyre and the conflicted countenance of Matt Riddle are tame compared to the wrath of a woman scorned.

A chill zips down your spine out of nowhere. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A familiar men’s cologne invades your nasal ducts. The knowing look on Raquel’s face right before she slips away confirms the reason your body is reacting so strongly. Only one person does this to you, and he just debuted on Raw as a solo act.

Against your better judgment, you turn around. For what feels like an eternity, you remain frozen as his gorgeous, expressive eyes lock you in, bleeding out your surroundings and everything else until it’s just him, and you, and the pain and hurt he caused all those months ago. 

"Sup, champ," he greets, his hands in his jacket pockets, leveling you with his breathtaking smile. 

Clearing your throat, you break the trance and present him with your most platonic smile. “Welcome back. Cody must really like you to do what he did, considering y’all’s past.” 

Jey shrugs. “He surprised me, too. But whatever I gotta pay back to him, it’ll be worth it.” His eyes travel down the length of your body, appreciating the up-close view. You have on a cropped black tank top and a tight zip-up denim skirt that stops mid-thigh. Your legs are ensconced in knee high boots that have him biting his lip. However, the oversized biker jacket hanging halfway down your arms looks like it belongs to someone else, specifically a certain Señor Money in the Bank. Jey has heard the rumors. Apparently, you’ve moved on. He plans on testing that theory. 

“You look amazing, Y/N,” he compliments, his tongue darting out over his lips reflexively.

So does he. Your gaze wanders for a little longer than you’d like. The added bulk to his frame makes him look more intimidating and sexier. His abs are on full display behind his black hooded jacket. Then the dimples and the cheekbones and the full, kissable lips...He’s more mouthwatering than ever, calling out to you to take a bite.

When he moves in for a hug, you flinch and back away, maintaining your cold expression when he pulls back with disappointment. “Come on girl, don’t do me like that,” he sighs.

“Like what? Just cuz I said hi don’t mean I forgot about how you did me,” you answer coolly, “I’m being the bigger person here.” 

“Aw, babe, you breakin’ my heart right now.”

“Like you did mine?” you snap, “I ain’t your baby no more. You made sure of that.” He’s lucky you’re even addressing him after everything he’s put you through. Just this April after the Draft, Jey made the decision to leave you all alone on Raw and stay exclusively on Smackdown with his family. The same family who ultimately stabbed him in the back, something you would have never ever done to him in a million years. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back after two years of the most intense, deliciously chaotic entanglement in which you were a source of…comfort…for him, during his tumultuous time with the Bloodline. But, as you soon discovered, so was Kayla, and Liv, and Jakara from NXT, and some other chick named Rashida that he claimed was his childhood ‘bestie’. Somehow, you were roped into his weird harem of revolving women. But you stayed because he needed you…he told you so. He cared for you, he said, and like a fool, you believed him, because you wanted so badly for him to feel the way you felt about him.

Feel about him.

Shaking your head, you resolve to stand your ground. Nope. You will never be used again. You will not give into whatever game he’s trying to play, not this time. You don’t know why he’s come to Raw and you don’t care. You’re the Women’s World champion now. You no longer have room for fuckbois in your life and you need to let him know so.

Jey huffs, looking away for a second before turning back to you. “We need to talk,” he says.

“About what?”

“About us,” he whispers, licking his lips. “I miss you.”

His words cling to you, embracing you. But you shake them off. “Right. Miss me, or my pussy? Them other lame bitches ain’t tight or wet enough?”

Exhaling heavily, Jey meets your death glare head on. “Baby, I fucked up. I admit it. I been fuckin’ up when it comes to you. It’s on me, and I’m sorry. I wanna make things right between us, especially if we’re gonna be on the same show together.”

Scoffing at the words you’ve heard before, you toss your hair back haughtily. “Might be a little too late for that,” you inform him smugly.

“Really? Why? Cuz of your new man? Where his big ass at, anyway?” he taunts, looking over your shoulder for an unseen entity. 

“What are you talking about?” you retort, brushing off the guilt lurking for not being honest with him about Damian. Why feel guilty about someone who wasn't honest with you?

“I know about you and Priest. I know that’s his jacket you wearin’.”

You glare at him, incredulous. Is he seriously doing this? “You got no right to be jealous, Jey. Who I am or am not fucking is none of your business. And it’s not like he and I are official yet, so calm your tits.” You pause, wondering why you’re giving an explanation when you owe him nothing.

His lips pull into a smirk. “Huh. So you sayin’ I got a chance...”

“No, I did not say that!” You thought you could get through this unscathed. That a quick ‘Hello’ would suffice and you’d both move along. You didn’t expect him to lay it on you this thick and this quickly. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making you vulnerable with his sugary sweet words and his penetrating stare that sends a shiver of longing down your spine. 

"Stop looking at me like that," you hiss at him in that husky voice of yours that raises goosebumps all over his arms. 

“Can’t help it, baby. You beautiful as fuck,” he counters smoothly, stepping closer to you. 

“There you go again with the sweet talk. So am I supposed to just forgive you? Forgive and forget and fall right back into your arms? You got me fucked up, boy.”

It’s clear that you have no plans to make it easy for him. He doesn’t blame you. He’s done some unscrupulous things at your expense, none of which you deserved. But he can't stop his body from thrumming at the way your eyes speak volumes to him without using any words. He loves how your long lashes try to hide the real emotions swirling inside you, the hurt peeking through the bravado. You clutch your title to your chest, as though protecting yourself, hiding your body, forgetting that he’s since mastered every inch of it, every inch of you. He’s studied you long enough to detect your defense mechanisms. That’s how intimately he understands you. He has come to the realization that the connection he and you have is a lot more than just sex. His feelings for you run deep, far more than any other woman he’s messed around with.

He just needs to convince you that this is the case.

Taking your hand in his, Jey pulls you close, relieved when you don't shy away this time. He smiles down at you and has to stop himself from kissing your full lips. "Come kick it with ya boy later. Let's grab some dinner after the show. I got a lot of apologizing to do and I want to earn your trust back," he implores.

Just as you feared, your entire resolve starts to crumble at his plea. This is a bad idea. You’ve managed to recover from him once, and you risk relapsing if you allow this to happen. But god, he looks so good and smells even better. You can feel his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. Your gaze flickers to his lips, remembering how soft they feel against yours, his tongue dancing sensually with your own…

Jey sees through your hesitation and cranks up the pressure. "I promise I'll be good, I'ma keep my hands to myself if that's what you worried about." He releases your hand for emphasis.

As always, when it comes to this motherfucker, your emotions prevail. “Fine,” you concede with a roll of your eyes. “I got a backstage segment with Rhea in twenty minutes and then I’m done for the night. I’ll meet you right here afterwards.”

The smile that lights up his face thaws your heart a little. “A’ight. I’ll be here,” he says.

“Dinner, Jey. Nothing else,” you remind him sternly.

“Scout’s honor. I gotchu,” he says, as you turn away. He looks on with a smirk as you walk down the hallway, sensing your reluctance to part from him. “Let your man know you’ll be home before midnight!” he calls out.

“Whatever, Uso,” you shout back. “And stop staring at my ass!”

Jey snickers at that. He likes that you know him so well.

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"Mmmm, fuck!"

Your groans trigger his own, the deep, guttural sound filling your ears, thick with need and exertion. Your fingers thread through his blond mullet, pleasure surging through you like potent aftershocks as he pounds into you with breakneck speed, the movements rocking the Chevrolet Equinox marooned in a secluded corner of the empty parking lot. 

"God, I've missed this good pussy," Jey pants heavily against your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent, “Fuck, you so wet. Missed you so much, babe.”

Damn it, you should have known…Known it was all a big set up from the jump. You should have smelled trouble coming when he let you order your favorite meal from the obscure little diner you frequented whenever you came to town; that it was a trap when he opted to invade your space by cornering you in the booth and not sitting across from you; You should have known better than to let him rub on your thigh all through dinner, should have steered the conversations back to less intimate, sexual topics. You should have pushed him away when he leaned in for the kiss he’d been seeking all night, knowing damn well that once your lips touched, you’d become so desperate for him that waiting to get to the hotel would no longer be an option. You should have known he rented this big ass SUV because the backseat would be more comfortable and private than any dark alley you could sneak into. You should have known better than to think tonight would turn out any other way; He’s learned a few tricks from his Tribal Chief cousin and carefully and deviously orchestrated this outcome knowing that you could never resist the charms of the man you are, deep down, still hopelessly in love with.

Jey pushes your legs back further towards your head, taking advantage of your famed flexibility, and plows his thick, meaty cock in and out of your pussy, creating the sexiest, filthiest wet noises. Each thrust is deeper and more demanding than the last as he bears down on you, his big body hunched over yours, making you take every inch of him. His grunts and your moans are the only things spoken, the only language understood right now. The smell of sex permeates the thinning air inside the car, the heat of passion scorching, suffocating you both in the most sensuous of ways.

Jey looks down between your bodies and smirks at what he sees. "Damn, look at that, look how wet your pussy is. You definitely missed Daddy," he groans, parting your legs wider for a better view. "This dick feel good, right baby?

“Aw, yes Daddy, you feel so good, fuck me,” your words trail away with a whimper, and you sink your nails into his newly tatted back as he obliges your request. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, lost to the sensation of his big dick plunging deeper inside your wet heat.

Truth be told, you have never had a lover like Jey Uso. Rough. Tender. Chaotic. Gentle. Primal. Passionate. He is all-consuming, a Samoan whirlwind of sexual energy and skill and stamina. He makes you feel like nothing else matters but you and him and the orgasmic moments you share. One look into his darkly luminous eyes and you’re gone every time, a puddle of ruined panties and pussy juice. He never fails to turn you upside down and inside out, expertly coaxing endless orgasms from you. You’re his marionette and he’s the puppet master, the true owner of your body and your soul and your entire being. 

And this is a stark reminder of that.

“Damian fuck you like this? Huh?” Jey asks, his sweaty brow furrowed with lust and a hint of curiosity as he scouts out his competition.

Definitely not. Damian is not bad in bed - quite the opposite, in fact. But his efforts can never compare to this. Too wrapped up in ecstasy to speak, you manage to shake your head no at the question, but it's not enough for Jey. His palm slips from your breast to swat your inner thigh, causing a stinging pain that reverberates through your heated skin and surges straight to the pressure point of your clit. 

“Use your words, baby,” he orders. He wants to hear you say it, to confirm what you’ve both known all along.

“No, Daddy…” you answer, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as he angles his hips, grinding himself right up against your g-spot the way you like it, his long, determined strokes hitting just right... 

“I know he don’t, cuz he don’t know this pussy like I do. This my pussy, baby girl. I can tell you missed this dick too, you grippin’ the shit outta me…”

As much as you hate to admit it, he’s spot on. You haven’t been fucked like this in so long and your kitty is singing for joy. This animalistic side of him as he drives into you is making you delirious. Waves of pleasure wash over you as he reverts to hard, steady, pounding thrusts, lodging his dick in your stomach. You glide your dainty hands all over his chest and abs, letting your fingernails scrape his sweat-slick skin. The slight shudders of his body and his whimpering groans as he reacts to your touch leave you all giddy inside. You dare to cradle his bearded face in your hands and hold his gaze. What stares back at you is so deep and intense and full of emotion, reflecting everything you’ve felt for each other in the past two years. 

“Jey…” you whisper after a long, charged moment.

“My baby girl,” Jey breathes back, “I lo-”

You don’t let him finish, tugging him down for a sloppy, unhurried kiss, winding your hips to match his thrusts and ride that edge with him as he moans into your mouth. This spurs him to nudge your thighs even further back with your toes touching the roof of the SUV, opening you up to more pummeling thrusts until your legs tremble in the air and you have to break the kiss from how breathless he's leaving you.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Uh huh, you comin’ for me, baby?” he asks, brushing your lips together again as his own release creeps ever closer. “I know you 'bout to nut. Lemme have it, come for Daddy.”

With one hand, he grips the seat above your head, his hips snapping into you, drilling you faster, harder. You're soaring higher and higher, and then, you crash, contracting around his throbbing shaft as you come so hard you start to convulse. Stars explode behind your eyelids as your arms tighten around his neck, holding on for dear life as you tumble headfirst into the sweet cavern of euphoria.

“Ahhh shit, goddamn, Y/N…” Jey moans along with you as his dick twitches inside your warm depths. You’re still coming all over him, your pussy squeezing and suckling every inch of him to the point that his body tenses on top of yours, and he grunts out, "Gah, finna come!"

Ripping himself out of you, he scrambles upright and pumps his slippery dick in his hand, releasing himself on your lower belly. Both of you moan at the sight of his warm, milky cum gushing all over your brown skin. His groans of pleasure are music to your ears. He keeps massaging his cock, ensuring he’s all emptied out, while his other hand runs up and down the back of your upturned thigh in a sensual, soothing touch.

“Fuck, I almost nutted in you. This pussy too damn good, babe," he pants, resting the semi-hard length on your pussy lips. Feeling it pulse temptingly between your folds, you close your thighs together before the thought of going another round can creep in. You squirm into a seated position and slowly start to clean yourself up, adjusting your clothes as Jey does the same with himself. When you’re both done, his arms come around you as he sweeps his lips, soft and inviting, over the crook of your neck, your cheek, and finally landing on your lips. Inevitably, you melt into his embrace, enjoying the warmth and affection that you’ve needed from him for months.

“You wanna know the real reason I switched brands?” he speaks up after a few moments, waiting for you to look at him. “It wasn’t just to get away from my family. I did it for you.”

The notion has lingered in your mind ever since you saw him return two nights ago at Payback, but to hear it uttered out loud ignites a reaction neither of you expect. 

“Don’t. Don’t do that,” you warn, shaking your head.

“Do what?”

Tears inexplicably fill your eyes as you speak. “That. You do it all the time. Say shit that sounds sweet and amazing only for you to do the opposite. I’m over that shit, okay?” 

A look of hurt clouds his handsome face. “Baby, I know I made a lot of mistakes that I regret. I own that shit. I also know I’d be a fool to fuck this up again. Real talk.” His beautiful eyes are sad and hopeful and pierce your soul. “I really miss us, baby girl. Truth is, I don’t feel right with no one else but you. I miss you. Don't you miss me?”

At this juncture, lying is pointless. “I do,” you admit, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye. “But I can’t handle you hurting me again, Jey. I won’t let you.”

Jey reaches up to catch the tear with a brush of his thumb, letting his hand linger on your soft cheek. “I know. That’s why I’m here. For you. I’m sorry about everything and I want us to start over. Can we start over?” He gazes intently at you, wanting to say more, but he holds back, shelving it for a more appropriate time. “Take me back. Give me another chance, baby. I’ll be better than I’ve ever been, I swear to you,” he continues softly. 

This man always makes you question how strong you really are. Each time you think you've escaped, he finds you and reels you back in, like steel to a magnet. Your brain wants to reject him, but your heart is desperate for him, craving to fall back into him and his empty promises. He has a hold on you that you probably will never be able to break free from, and maybe it’s time you accept this fate.

“I’ll think about it,” you conclude.

“I can grovel if you want. That's fine with me, baby. I’ma grovel as long as you want me to. I know you like the things I do when I’m on my knees.” He winks cheekily as you gasp, blushing profusely.

“Jey!”

“Matter of fact, you comin’ back to my suite with me. I’ma show you just how good I can grovel,” he adds. His straight white teeth sink into his bottom lip, and the heat that simmers in his eyes leaves you weak-kneed.

“Oh my god. What am I gonna do about you?” you lament.

His chuckle is joyous and relieved as he holds you tighter in his strong arms and repeatedly, playfully kisses your cheek. “Whatever you want, my baby girl. Whatever you want.”

You roll your eyes in response, but you fail at masking your grin as the thrill of reuniting with your man warms you all over. You figure that a couple extra hours in his company won't hurt. One night only.

Just tonight.

That's it.

Yeah.

THE END

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Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Mafia!Drew McIntyre x Melody

Commission: @tokipanda68

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants. 

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Mafia, Smut, Cussing, Mentions of drinking and gambling

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I'll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in. 

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violant things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved. 

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture. 

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver. 

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she's all I have.” 

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves. 

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?” 

“Legal age.” Drew gritted his jaw, the thick Scottish accent seething through his teeth. His fist hitting the wall closest to him, making Steve and even his goons jump. Drew cleared his throat, running his thick fingers through his long raven hair. He didn’t like repeating himself. “I’ll see you in two years on Melony’s eighteenth birthday. Better pay me back if you want to keep your little girl.” With that Drew took a few large steps and left the small house. Drew’s heart was hammering and it wasn’t because of intimidating Steve. 

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat. 

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother's cheeks. 

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze. 

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents. 

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.” 

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him. 

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled. 

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.” 

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back. 

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt. 

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were. 

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now. 

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window. 

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell. 

Drew smirked at my father and shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it, you’re debt free.” He winked, climbing into the car he slammed the door shut. The two other goons climbed into the front, they soon started the car and we left. 

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room. 

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop. 

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop. 

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room. 

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance. 

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did. 

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax. 

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on. 

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears. 

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked.  Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off. 

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?” 

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words. 

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out. 

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast. 

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple. 

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast. 

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his 

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts. 

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties. 

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass. 

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision. 

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me. 

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning. 

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he's ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter. 

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh. 

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt. 

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper. 

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist. 

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time. 

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before. 

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear. 

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder. 

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded. 

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath. 

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I... “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today. 

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly. 

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.” 

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself. 

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised. 

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons. 

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand. 

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.” 

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

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MASTERLIST AND RULES

Hi guys I’m a new writer here on tumblr and I already have some stuff written and I can’t wait to share them with you! Here are the things/people i write for so if you have any request lmk!

➰-smut ✔️- fluff ➿-angst

• WWE

- Rhea Ripley

homecoming✔️

series

Unfinished business ➿

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 part 4

one shots

rhea ripley x fem!reader ➰

ex!rhea x fem!reader ➿

homecoming ✔️

- Dominik Mysterio

- Damian Priest

one shots

damian priest x fem!reader ✔️

untitled w fem!reader✔️

enemies to lovers?Damian priest x fem!reader ➿

- Becky Lynch

- Bayley

- Sasha Banks/ Mercedes Moné

- Liv Morgan

- Dolph Ziggler

- Drew Mcintyre

- Roman Reigns

one shots

roman reigns x fem!reader

- Jey Uso

- Jimmy Uso

- Trick Williams

- Carmelo Hayes

- Wes Lee

- Roxanne Perez

- CM Punk

- AJ Lee

- Nikki Bella

- Brie Bella

- Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

- Baron Corbin

- Shayna Baszler

RULES

Here are some things I WILL NOT write about.

- p3dophillia

- n3crophilia

- inc3st

- non-con (cnc i will but nothing where one party is non-consensual/r@pe)

- any kind of bodily fluid play (bl00d is fine but no golden showers or anything like that)

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Biting Habits

CG! Drew M. x Little! Fem! Reader

(Small scene with CG! Finn B. And Damien P. W/ Nicole (oc))

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI! Thank you!

Warning: Age regression, Topic of mastication, crying, stress topics

Mastication: its a synonym for chewing

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Drew was humming along to the cartoon music as his little was watching tv in the main room, making some of her favorites as this was a small reward for her amazing behavior for the day. Picking up toys without him asking, eating and drinking what she needed for the day and taking a nap without making a fuss. His little is around the ages of 2-4 and she still has some issues with her sucking her thumb but drew also started to notice that she started bitting on her shirt a lot. “Lovely, time for some grub.” His little looked up over the couch to peer in the kitchen seeing him fixing her plate. As she did so she was naming on her t shirt near the collar. She hopped off the couch and hopped along to the kitchen to happily started eating but soon heard some sharp snaps that made her stop and whimper.

“Princess please stop chewing on ur shirt, come one now we talked about this honey.” she pouted and she released the wet top, Drew just sighed, “We have to figure out what’s with that.” Drew sat her colorful plate down and she hoisted herself up to the chair, “Daddy I sorry…” “I know pumpkin but you can’t be chew on your shirts.” She nodded and she started to eat her food as it was placed in front of her. Drew put his plate away since he wasn’t hungry at the time and had an idea with the free time he made for himself. He remembered that another person had the same issue that his little was dealing with. “Beauty, I’ll be back. Daddy has to make a call to a friend. No chewing on the shirt, just the food and I’ll get you some cheesecake. How does that sound?” She smiled and and nodded continuing to eat her food so she could get her other reward, her eyes watching Drew leaving the dining room.

“Ah the little one is chewing on her clothes? That’s easy, get her something to chew on.” Drew was on the phone with Finn as he was with Damian watching their little Nicole, Rhea and Dominic were out doing promos and pictures. Finn was rubbing Nicole’s back as she was coloring and Damian was getting a snack for her together, she was humming to the my little pony music playing in the back. “Literally all I need is for her to teethe on something? How does this even happen?” Drew ask as he looking up different teething necklaces from Amazon. Finn soon looked seeing Nicole show him the finished product of a colored page, he smiled and kissed her forehead. “One sec Drew, that’s so nice munchkin. Go ask DD to put it on the fridge so when mama gets home she sees it hm?” She nodded quick giggling and went to show Damien. “But yea as I was saying, It could be a number of reasons. But a main one is that she’s probably stressed about something or that’s just how she copes while she’s in her head space. But it’s not as bad, Nicole was dealing with stress and she would scratch her skin man.” Drew was worried but it seemed like an easy fix, it’s just he wants to know what is stressing her. “Finny! DD made Ants on a Tree!” Finn chuckled some. “Logs sweetie, and I’m coming!” “Thanks Finn, you have fun with the ants on a tree.” Drew smirked and chuckled as Finn said bye muttering an insult so the little one couldn’t hear. Hanging up Drew looked over at his little one seeing she was chewing on her lip as she was scrolling on her table done with her food. “Princess no chewing on your lip either, you’ll hurt your-“ “Ow!”

Drew got up quick going to her seeing that she bit her lip too hard by accident, she started sniffling and getting nervous not wanting to get in trouble. “Hey hey it’s ok baby you didn’t mean to, I’m not mad ok lass?” She nodded as some tears fell, Drew kissed her forehead and went to get the first aid kit to help clean her lip so it can heal properly. “Daddy also has a few questions for you bug. I wanna know what’s going on. Is there anything I’m doing wrong? That’s making you uncomfortable or having a noisy head?” He asked rubbing her hand after finishing up cleaning her lip. “…work…” Is what she simply said. “Well I know that you chill with Daddy to forget all about big bad work….” “Yes and I love spending time with you daddy but I’m still bleh…” She looked down playing with the bottom of her shirt. “I see…welp daddy got some stuff for you and it’s gonna come tomorrow. You think you can not chew on your shirt or your lip till daddy gets your gift? It’s gonna help.” She nodded and she hugged Drew kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry daddy…” “Hey hey no tears, big girls don’t cry when they don’t do anything wrong. Now let’s get the dishes done and we can watch a movie ok?” She nodded and she wiped her little tear happy about the sudden movie night.

~

The next day, Drew was waiting for her to come home from the meeting they were having for staff for this weeks shows. He finished his practice so he was gonna wait for her like always but she said for him to go ahead since its more work. She came in the house sighing slow and her body very sore. Closing the door the familiar smell of sweets made her melt, and soon she opened her eyes seeing Drew coming from the kitchen. “If you want to regress you can baby, I made some sweets and your gift is on the counter.” She nodded and she went to the stairs to go and dress down so she can be comfortable, get the work smell away with a nice hot shower. After fixing herself up, she came down and she zoomed to the kitchen. “All better muffin?” She nodded darting her eyes as the box on the table. “Are those my things?” She asked low as Drew nodded. She opened the box and Drew saw her eyes light up, She saw it was a big box of fidget and teething toys. “I know your anxiety has been nothing you pumpkin, so Daddy felt like this would help. You can even take a toy to work so it wont stress you as bad.” She pulled out a teething toy with a string on it. A necklace she could wear, besides biting on her shirt. She put it over her neck and she immediately started to nite on the toy in satisfaction. “I’m glad I disinfected the toys.” Drew chuckled happy she’s enjoying the toy. “Thank you, so much Drew.” She smiled shedding tears after she took the toy out her mouth. Drew leaned over and wiped the tears from her cheek smiling. “You’re welcome pumpkin. I don’t like to see you stressed or unhappy. So I fixed it, and when ever you need help I’ll always be there to fix it.” He smiled and she kissed his hand rubbing her arm. “Now looked through them baby there’s like 30 in there don’t just stop at one.” She giggled as he removed his hand and she continued to look through the box in glee.

Drew soon had a phone call, looking at the caller ID he smirked and he walked out the kitchen letting his little know he has a call to take care of. “What’s up Roman?…A project?…” He got the details and looked at his little fidgeting with safe magnets giggling to herself as she slipped into her headspace safely. “Sure, But why am I the gloom and doom man?” He asked in protest.

“Alright Aright, I’ll play along. Ill fell like I would enjoy it, and so will pumpkin. Update me when your ready mister Kent.”

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Happy Valentine’s Day (Yandere!Drew McIntyre)

Summary: you spend your Valentine’s Day with Drew… and not by choice

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

Requested by: @maryjaneleaholland26

Warnings: yandere!Drew, being held captive, bondage(non sexual), reference to a feeding tub, reference to murder, Drew being manipulative

“Open up.”

“Fuck off,” you responded while glaring at Drew. Your arms were tied at your side, keeping you from moving out of the chair. In front of you was the dinner Drew had made for the two of you, and said man was sat next to you with a fork in his hand.

“Come on, I made your favorite,” he argued, waving the fork in front of you. When you still didn’t accept the food he sighed. “You’re really going to try the whole ‘hunger strike’ thing again? Do you not remember what happened last time?”

You felt yourself shudder at his words. After refusing to eat anything for two weeks when he first took you, he forced a feeding tube down your throat to make sure you got what you needed.

“I’m not on strike,” you snapped at him. “I’m just not celebrating Valentine’s Day with my kidnapper.”

“You think that word will scare me?” He put the bite of food in his own mouth. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ll I’m doing is showing how much i love you,” he continued to cut into the food.

“Right, I’m sure you felt loved by me screaming and demanding to leave.” It still shocked you how open Drew was about this. For whatever reason, he didn’t seem to care about what he’d done, or even tried to reason it that much. He accepted the truth. He loved you, so he took you.

“You’re funny,” he mumbled while chewing the food. “Sure you don’t want some? It’s delicious.”

“Does it keep you awake at night?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “The fact that you have put so much effort into this, and yet I will never, truly, love you. You may break me mentally, but I. Will. Never. Pick. You.”

You kept eye contact with him after your words, and at first you thought it was just another thing he would brush off. Instead, his eyes hardened.

“You know, if I try this hard for you, you could at least not act like such a bitch.” He stood up, throwing a napkin down onto the table. “You want to be alone, be fucking alone.” And with that he stormed out of the room.

You weren’t sure what to do in that moment. To be fair there wasn’t anything you could do, you were still tied to the chair after all.

“Drew?” You called out, trying to see down the hall he’d gone. You didn’t get a verbal answer, but you heard the front door open then shut. “Drew!” You yelled out, hoping you were wrong about what was happening. “I swear to god you better not have left!”

When you didn’t hear anything you let your head fall, your chin meeting your chest. You knew the chance of him still being here was small, but you hadn’t heard his car so you took a chance.

“I’m sorry.”

It was silent just long enough for you to except your fate, then you heard footsteps. You glanced up to see him walk in with a smile.

“I knew you’d apologize.”

“Asshole.”

“I wouldn’t have left you alone on Valentine’s Day,” he assured as he sat down again. He picked up the fork, but before using it he griped your chin tightly. “But if you ever say the shit again, and I’ll bury you in the back yard with your last boyfriend. Understand?” He forced your head to move up and down. “Good. Now, let’s enjoy our night.”

You were shocked by the reaction. He always responded to your taunts with

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WIP Timeline

I enjoy writing a list. So that I can eventually tick things off that list. Which is why I wrote this list to map out what I'm writing/drawing in the next wee while and cross them off as I go. Maybe some of you out there might be interested too.

- The Moon Rises Red Tonight - final chapter is about 90% complete and I'm aiming to post it later this week.

- Rise of Knight, part 6 - I've banned myself from drawing anything else until I've finished the next page, which I have already started to 'ink'. After that, there's only one page left and it's the whole reason I made it in the first place so I hopefully won't leave it too long.

- Hunter/Prey Au (CM Punk/Drew McIntyre) - Aiming for this to be a one-shot/two chapter fic. About 20% done but will be my main focus for now alongside Ashes.

- Out of the Ashes - next chapter is about 70% complete, maybe more. Now my main focus until it's complete.

- Cody Valetverse Fic - A request that I'm keen to work on. Likely to be a one-shot, it'll be a side project after Hunter AU.

- Valetverse ficlet - Have an idea rattling around my head for a follow-up to 'When Hell Froze Over'. Probably a day or two's work.

- Winners Rooms AU (LA Knight/Roman Reigns) - Delayed. Currently about 30% complete but I'm struggling to nail the tone I'm wanting.

- Valetverse one-shot - Knowing me, I do need a little distraction once in a while when I'm writing a multi-chapter fic so will probably dip back into the valetverse, either for another LA Knight sequel or the Phil Calaway prequel. Ooh, there's also the Finn/Samoa Joe one!

- Art (various) - Soooo many things I want to draw right now! I promised an LA Knight/Roman Reigns sub/dom pic and I will deliver, I promise! Also really, really want to draw some scenes from Red Moon. More Punkintyre and finally introduce some Punknightyre (that works, right?)! Not forgetting the last of the CM Punk requests.

- Flint and Steel, Part III (Finn Balor/Seth Rollins) - It's feels like a lifetime ago since I immersed myself in the F&S AU and I'm missing it terribly. Once Ashes is complete, this will be my next focus.

- Valets of WWE Sequel - Ideas keep creeping in for this but like before, there will be plenty of room for reader requests.

As always, there will be new ideas and distractions come up but that's the general plan anyway. Oh, and I'm always happy to share snippets of my WIPs or ideas I have for them so feel free to send me asks. 😘

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Focus…(18+ Drabble)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Female reader causes Drew to lose his focus during a hard day’s work..

Tags: smut, vaginal fingering, Dom/Bratty!Sub dynamic.

Word Count: 420

As I continued washing the dishes that had begun to pile up in the sink, I could feel Drew’s steely blue eyes boring into me.

The feeling made goosebumps erupt all over the exposed parts of my body.

I didnt bother changing out of the pair of black, comfortable boy shorts and tank top I had on, knowing Drew was on his way home.

‘’Can I help you with something?’’ I asked him, focusing on the glass I was drying with a paper towel and trying for a casual tone, though my heart rate picked up as he came closer to me and leaned his hip against the sink.

Out of my peripheral vision I could see the way his tight black dress shirt hugged his very defined arms and the sight alone threatened to make my knees buckle.

‘’You can start by telling me why you thought it was appropriate to send me that video when you know damn well I’ve had media all day?’’ Drew asked me.

To anyone else, Drew’s tone would sound casual as well.

But I knew.

I heard the lower, raspier quality to it.

A sound that told me desire was quickly over taking him and his patience was running thin.

I dared to smirk at him as I set a glass aside and picked up another.

‘’Oh! You saw that, uh? Oops!’’ I giggled, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth.

The sound quickly died in my throat and was replaced by a soft gasp as my shorts were yanked down to expose more of myself to Drew.

‘’I did see it. Bet you would’ve loved it if I played it for all those people...so they could watch you touch yourself after I explicitly told you to wait until I got home… you love disobeying me don’t you- Don’t stop what you’re doing.’’ He growled, interrupting his own thoughts as I moved to set the glass down.

I let out a shaky whimper as his hands roamed my thighs and his fingers began exploring my core.

‘’But I um-‘’ I tried to form a coherent sentence but his fingers parting my wet folds and his velvety tongue taking a long swipe against that sensitive part of me, didn’t let me.

‘’It’s not so fun, is it? To be distracted when you’re trying to focus...’’ Drew taunted me, beginning to pump a single digit in and out of my wet pussy.

Come to think of it, the dishes never actually got done that day..