#wardlow fanfic

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Gym Stalker

• Wardlow x Reader

Summary: You are a newer AEW wrestler. You go to the gym and Wardlow happens to be there.You have never talked to each other before. Why does it seem like he is always at the gym whenever you are?

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Sitting on a bench taking a breather in-between my squat sets, I adjust my headphones looking down at the floor. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up seeing this big, muscular man standing next to me. He kinda looks familiar but I can't figure out where I saw him before. I move my one headphone off my ear and look up at him.

"Excuse me but are you using this bench or can I have it please?"

I stand up and motion for him to take it.

"All yours."

I walk over to the squat rack and fix the weights on it. I can feel a pair of eyes on me but I don't wanna turn around and look. I start doing squats on the machine listening to my music. I start struggling and having a hard time pushing the bar back up. I feel a pair of hands grab my side and stand me up putting the bar on the rack. I knock my headphones onto my neck and look back at who grabbed my sides. The mysterious muscular man is looking down at me.

"You need to be careful miss. You really could have hurt yourself."

"Thank you for your help."

He walks away and I start putting my weights away and wiping everything down. I grab my water and walk out to my car leaving the gym. I sit in my car rubbing my face wondering who this guy was.

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I walk into my locker room and the lights are off. I turn them on and there is a bouquet of flowers sitting on my coffee table. I toss my bags on the couch and walk over to the table. I crouch down and take the little card off of them.

"To Y/N, you are a beautiful woman. Don't ever change for anyone. From, your secret admirer."

I blush and smile looking at the flowers. I smell them and take a picture of the card and flowers. I go onto my Twitter and post the picture of the flowers and card for my fans to try and guess who they are from. I put my phone on the table and sit down watching the TV. There is a squash match going on at the moment. This guy gives his smaller opponent a huge powerbomb. My eyes go wide realizing that is the guy that helped me in the gym yesterday. The ref stops his match and Tony Schiavone is in the ring talking to him. He lifts up his arm showing MJF written on his wrist. He knocks Tony down on the ground and walks to the back. I shake my head smiling liking his gimmick.

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I walk into the gym and scan my little card. I am wearing a sleeveless tank top and some black shorts with black sneakers. I start walking over to the training room where I normally work out at but, I catch a big muscular frame out of the corner of my eye. I look over and he is trying to pose for a selfie in the mirror. I slowly walk up behind him, make a muscle and stick out my tongue. He doesn't seem to notice me so I walk over to the training room and get my workout done. My phone starts blowing up with tags and messages on Twitter. Everyone is tagging me in the picture of Wardlow and me at the gym saying that he is my secret admirer and how cute we are together. My eyes go wide reading all of this. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump looking behind me.

"So Y/N, why did you photobomb my selfie? My phone is blowing up about it. I didn't even notice you in the background until everyone started tagging and saying things about it."

I giggle and stand up infront of him looking up at him. He is looking down at me not smiling or anything.

"Well I thought it would be funny. That's all. I realized yesterday that we both are wrestlers in AEW."

"Wait you just noticed me?"

I scratch my head and look away.

"Nooooooo"

He slightly smiles looking down at me. I look at him and smile shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't really focused on anyone else but myself to be honest. I haven't had the best luck with relationships or friendships so, I decided to focus on me and no one else."

He puts a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand than up at him.

"I totally get it. I haven't really been interested in anyone lately. That changed a couple days ago."

I look at him with a confused face.

"Anyways, I was wondering if I could get your number. We could like hang out before work. Or afterwards too. Whatever you wanna do."

"Sure! Give me your phone!"

He hands me his phone and I put my number in his phone. I hand it back and he walks away with a smile on his face. I finish working out for the day.

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*a week later*

Sitting in my locker room waiting until I get called for my match tonight, I am looking through my phone. Wardlow still hasn't messaged me since I gave him my number. Maybe he isn't the secret admirer that sent me the flowers. Maybe he just wants to be friends. There is a knock on my door which startles me from my thoughts. I get up, open the door and there is a man standing there.

"You are on in 10 minutes Y/N!"

"Okay thanks!"

I get up and run to gorilla to get ready. I was stretching and I didn't notice Wardlow was coming to the back from his match he just had. The camera is following behind him recording everything. My back is to him stretching. He walks up and shoves me out of the way. I fall forward smacking my head off of the production desk. I fall to the ground holding my head feeling it throbbing. I pull my hand back seeing blood. The medics are running over to me. The crowd is booing Wardlow. I get replaced in my match while the medics are cleaning my head. They sit me up cleaning it when one of them gets pushed out of the way. I look up and see Wardlow kneeling down next to me.

"Y/N! I am so sorry! I didn't think I pushed you that hard! I am really sorry!"

"Wardlow.... it's fine."

He puts his arm under my legs and his other around my waist and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Not noticing the camera man recording everything for the crowd to see, Wardlow kisses my forehead and carries me to the medical office.

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This whole week has been nothing but fans making fanart of me and Wardlow, talking about how we are a couple and shipping us as a couple. I mean he still hasn't even texted me since I gave him my number. I decide going to the gym that I might run into him to talk to him. I go to the gym and kinda work out waiting to see if he shows up. I wait about an hour and he doesn't show up. I decide that I should just go home and maybe I will run into him at work. I walk out to my car and start putting my workout bag in the backseat when I get turned around, pushed into my car and kissed really hard. My eyes go wide seeing it is Wardlow. I try and push him off of me. He backs up looking at me.

"Y/N I am so sorry I never texted you! I get so nervous around you! Yes I am your secret admirer! I want to be with you! Ever since I laid my eyes on you here at the gym, there was just something about you I liked and wanted to know more about! Please forgive me! I am so sorry!"

I grab his face and kiss him. He kisses me back putting his hands on my sides. I wrap my arms around his neck deepening our kiss. I pull back looking up at him.

"You talk to much. But I forgive you. I just thought you weren't interested in me or something."

"No no no. I am so interested in you. I was just so nervous around you. But will you be my girlfriend?"

I giggle and kiss him again.

"Yes I will be your official girlfriend!"

He smiles really big, puts his hands on my face and pulls me into him giving me a big kiss. I pull back and look up at him with a little smirk.

"Soooo wanna break the internet?"

"Ummmm what are you thinking in that little evil brain of yours?"

I pull out my phone and turn the camera around to take a selfie. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me into his body. He puts his chin on my head and I take a cute selfie with him than a funny one.

"I love both of these so they are both going online."

"Fine with me babe!"

I smile and upload the pictures on Twitter for the fans to freak out about. Seconds later, me and Wardlow's phone is blowing up about the pictures. I turn around and look up at him.

"Guess the fans are happy about us."

He laughs and kisses me.

"I am happy to be with you."

The End.

[madhatterbri]

Fall For You | Wardlow

Summary: For your Fall Prompts. Can I have Wardlow with this one please.

You absolutely loving autumn and your partner hating that it's getting colder

Author's Note: Taken from my fall prompts list found here.

Wardlow Masterlist

Requested by: @magicalbuttertarts

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl

The moment the first leaf fell to the ground, Wardlow wasn't having it. Every morning when he went to the gym, he observed the leaves beginning to change color. The once warm summer mornings were now a thing of the past. The cool, crisp air of fall was upon them. His girlfriend felt differently about his views.

The very second she stepped outside to the air, she was in Heaven. Y/N turned right back around and hung a fall wreath on their front door. By the time Wardlow came home, all the fall decorations from the garage were hung around the house. It bothered him at first, but seeing the twinkle in her eye made him content.

One Saturday morning, she planned a whole day full of fall activities for them to enjoy. She wanted him to fall in love with the cold and see the joys it brings. He was a little apprehensive but warmed up to the idea when he looked in her eyes. Due to his work schedule, they didn't spend much time together. A day with just the two of them were far apart.

The first stop found the couple at an orchard. She planned on them picking fruit together to bake a pie. He held the basket as they walked hand in hand. Y/N stopped to pick any apples she could reach.

"What about this one?" Wardlow asked. He reached out and grabbed one. She smiled wide when he participated.

"That one is the best, I bet," she answered. Her arms wrapped around his waist in a hug. The wrestler smiled and kissed the top of her head.

When they were done picking apples, they went for a hike in one of their favorite parks. A picnic basket in one hand, they walked hand in hand to the bottom of a waterfall. The leaves around them were orange, red, and yellow. Wardlow laid the blanket on the ground. The two of them enjoyed their favorite treats. Y/N swore she saw Wardlow enjoying the scenery despite the chill in the air.

By the end of lunch, they were cuddling under a tree. His hand rubbed her back up and down. As it started to become dark, they walked back to their car. He opened the trunk and noticed a suitcase. Wardlow raised a curious eyebrow at her.

"I have one last surprise for you. You'll like it," she promised. He shook his head with a chuckle and closed the door.

The drive to the surprise was filled with him questioning her about the last surprise. He never guessed that she booked a cabin for them in the mountains. With no service, they were able to cut themselves off from the world.

Once inside the cabin, they went to work baking an apple pie with the apples they picked. The apple pie filling ended up landing on the other's face. They licked off the other's cheeks or lips. The baking process took longer than expected.

Once the pie was done baking, they enjoyed the pie outside with some hot chocolate. They swung on the porch swing just enjoying the weather and each other's company. She laid over him as his back rested against the side of the swing. A blanket covered her body, yet she still started to shiver.

"You know it's getting a little cold out here. You showed me all the ways to enjoy autumn. Why don't I show you how else we can keep warm?" He asked with a smirk. He scooped her in his arms and took her inside.

[daddyhausen]

Could you possibly write 10, 24, and 52 from the nsfw headcanons list for Wardlow?

• headcannon — wardlow •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wardlow masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } public sex, gym sex, mirror sex, submissive x dominant dynamic oral sex { male receiving }, size kink, filming, dirty talk, hair pulling, facials, throatpie, cumplay, brat taming, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, squirting, cumshots

{ word count } — 972

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wardlow

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 10 } — look what you do to me

{ 24 } — don’t be gentle

{ 52 } — i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet

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to say he was distracted was an understatement

barely able to keep focus on his reps with the tantalising view in his peripherals

you stood by his left side, counting each squat with a slow, methodical bend

the curve of your ass accentuated by the movement

not to mention the alluringly tight yoga pants

the sage green fabric clung tightly to your skin

an emphasis on your heavenly curves of which he adored

a tightness grew in his gym shorts

one of which made him thank that the gym was pretty much empty aside from a few stragglers finishing up their final sets

he set his weights down, placing them back on the rack

not even bothering to finish his set

he stood behind you, admiring how round and perky your ass was

each time you bent down, your ass grazed lightly against his cock

a small groan fell from between his clenched teeth

“what are you doing?”

your queried, peeking up at him through the mirror

“i could ask you the same thing”

he smirked down at you

“uhh…working out?”

you chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the sizeable bulge pressing into your ass

“look what you do me”

his voice low, almost a quiet growl

you peered behind your shoulder, finally noticing how hard his was

a thick gulp rose in your throat

mouth salivating at the thought

already knowing what he was hinting at

“michael, are you insane?! we can’t, there’s people still in here!”

you whisper yelled, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment creep upon your cheeks

“it’s fine, little one, plus they’re leaving anyway”

you peeked over his shoulder, realistic that the two of you were indeed the only people left in the gym

“ok, what about the cameras?”

you smirked, holding your hands triumphantly on your hips

feeling like you’d won the conversation

“i know a blindspot, c’mon”

“of course you do” you thought as he took you by the hand

leading you to a more secluded area of the gym

it was only a small corner of the gym where the cameras did not intersect

but the mirror was what he was more intrigued by

“now…on your knees, babygirl”

you rolled your eyes playfully

eventually sinking to your knees, freeing his cock from his gym shorts

the thick appendage sprang up from the waistband

almost hitting you in the face

his tip glossy with pre-cum, the taste lightly salty on your tongue

both your hands wrapped around the base of his shaft

making them look so small in comparison

he reached for his phone in his pocket

pressing record as your lips wrapped around his tip

barely managing to go any deeper than that

“such a naughty little whore”

you cheeks blushed with heat at his words

innocently batting your eyelashes up at him through the lens of his phone camera

he panned the camera up to the mirror

capturing the scene in full view

your head softly bobbing with small rhythmic movements

his hips bucking up every so often

hitting the back of your throat with a small gag from you in response

“fuck, babygirl, suck daddy’s cock, just like that-“

his words grew increasing choked

feeling his cock pulse on the flat of your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks, allowing him greater access to your throat

“i’m cumming, baby…oh fuck yes-“

a flood of warmth filled your cheeks

his seed mingling with your tastebuds as you pulled back

swallowing him greedily

the remainder dripping down your lips

splashing up onto your cheeks as he lazily jerked himself off

“face the mirror”

he kept his phone poised on you as you bent over slightly, once hand stabilising yourself against the mirror

almost the exact same position that got the two of you caught up in this predicament in the first place

he pried down your yoga pants with one swift tongue

your panties drenched in your sweetness

a sight which only made him shudder in delight

“i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet”

you merely giggled innocently, swaying your hips from side to side with silty movements

effectively putting on a show for him

he placed his phone down by one of the weight machines

still recording

he took the time to admire your lower half once more, how soaked your cunt was just for him

“don’t be gentle” you whispered softly against his lips as he leaned down to kiss you rather feverishly

“trust me, little one, i won’t”

his movements were impatient almost

wasting no time to fill you to the brim with his cock

“oh fuck, daddy!”

the initial thrust took you by surprise, having to brace yourself against the mirror one more

you admire the sight

being absolutely fucked out and getting to see every expression you gave

just how well he’d unraveled you in mere seconds

the way his cock was so evident through your skin

he kept a hand on your waist, the other locked in your hair, keeping your gaze in the mirror

“you feel so fucking good, baby”

your whimpers echoed through the gym, feeling so full of him

“g-gonna c-cum…” you cried out, already buckling under the weight of your orgasm

wetness dripping down your thighs, much to his amusement

“good girl, that’s it, make a mess for daddy”

your thighs shaking upon release, barely able to keep yourself up

he released your hair from his grip, wrapping it around your waist as he pulled out

jerking himself off until his spilled into your panties, coating the already soaked fabric with his milky seed

he pulled your panties up along with your yoga pants

his cum radiating with warmth against your cunt

making your squirm back into his chest

“finish your workout little one, then i’ll give you all the creampies you deserve”

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[sydsaint]

LIVING for Heel!Wardlow

Summary: The reader makes a shocking betrayl of Max along with Adam Cole and his new posse of goons.

"Max come on, you're gonna tread a line in the floor." You watch Friedman pace back and forth across the room.

"It's Samoa Joe, Y/N." Max reminds you as he comes to a brief halt. "Samoa fucking Joe."

You roll your eyes and walk over to Max's bag. You bend down and grab the arm brace out of the bag.

"So what?" You walk over to Max with the brace. "And you're thee, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. You can do this, Max." You assure him.

"You really think so?" Max asks warily. He watches you come to a stop in front of him and set the brace down for a moment.

You cup Max's face gently and look him in the eyes. "You've got this, Max." You assure him one last time. "Now come on. Let's get you all taped up and ready to go." You pick the brace back up.

"Alright." Max nods. "Man, what would I do without you, Y/N." He muses.

"Be a loser." You quip back with a laugh, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

You help Max get taped up and get his brace on so he's ready for Joe later. Once that's done you check your messages on your phone.

"What are you smiling at?" Max asks you when he spots the smile.

"Just something Willow sent me." You lie with a shrug and quickly finish your text before Max has a chance to see your screen. "Are you ready to go? Kingston and Moxley should be about done."

Max nods and finishes fixing his boots. "Yeah, I'm ready." He confirms and grabs his robe off the back of his chair.

You see Max out to the ramp and see him off before returning backstage. You get to your spot away from the tunnel and spot Adam heading your way.

"You made it!" You smile at Adam when he approaches.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Adam chuckles and hugs you. "You ready for this?" He asks you vaguely.

You smile to yourself and hum. "Born ready, Adam. Now go get our boy." You give him a playful push toward the tunnel.

Adam begins walking off on his crutches. You watch him walk off and notice what looks like something off-white hanging out of his jacket pocket. But he's gone before you have time to say or do anything about it.

The match begins and you watch Max give it his all against Joe. And you'll be damned if the man doesn't have heart. As the match comes to an end four masked men come shuffling past you in a hurry.

"Hey!" You shout as they shoulder past you.

The biggest of the four comes to a stop and turns to face you. There is almost an air of familiarity between the two of you. You stare up at the faceless enigma and he huffs briefly at you before turning sharply on his heel and returning to his companions. The foursome all turn and look at you for a moment before they turn back around and head out to the ring. 

You watch the foursome head through the backstage area with stone feet. Then the men attack Adam and Max out in the ring. No longer frozen, you rush out to the ring where you're met by the bigger man again. He stares at you with a chair in his hand.

"Y/N! No! Get out of here!" Max shouts at you. "Don't touch her! Please, hit me instead!" He pleads with the gaggle of masked men surrounding him. "Y/N! Get out of here while you still can! Please!" 

"Max-" You start, but then the lights go out.

There is some shuffling in the dark and you can hear Max trying to break free to get to you. But you're not worried in the slightest. The lights come back on and Max's eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of him. 

"- I'm not the one that is fucked here." You finish your sentence while standing at the side of Adam.

Adam wears a stoic expression, palming a devil mask in his free hand. He stares Max down with contempt in his eyes. Max looks absolutely devastated as he gazes at the man he thought was his best friend as well as you, the girl he planned on confessing his feelings for soon. 

"No." Max's voice is barely a whisper when he speaks. "Y/N?" He looks at you with pleading eyes. "I thought?"

"Thought what?" You scoff. "That I was actually into you?" You laugh. "You're not the devil, Max. You never were. It was always me. Or rather, us."

You gesture to the masked men and each one of them steps up. They all take off their masks revealing, Roderick, Matt, and Mike. Then the tallest one steps forward and you put a hand on his arm as he pulls his mask off. Wardlow.

"Y/N, please," Max begs you again. But his plea falls on deaf ears.

"He's all yours, boys." You step back with Wardlow at your side. "Adam, pleasure doing business with you."

Adam snickers and picks up a discarded steel chair. "Wardlow, my man, enjoy her." He nods to Wardlow. "Because she'll get you anywhere you want to go."

Wardlow cracks a satisfied smile and helps you down from the ring. "Well, it only took the better part of a year. But I finally got revenge." He comments.

"We got revenge." You correct him. "And I finally get to go public with the man Max kept me from." You squeeze his arm. "Told you that waiting would be worth it." You add.

"Yes, you did." Wardlow grins.

[scumbag4scumbag]

Shameless Self-Promotion: Comments Requested

So, this fanfic universe kinda feels like my magnum opus of wrestling fic... I've written others, mostly AdaMJF/BTYBB fics (and I'm more than happy to share those links as well), but I started this CMJF verse with what was supposed to be a one-shot set in a world where Max is the heir to a rich New York family's business and fortune, and Punk is the older, poor as fuck, guitarist in a band who turned Max's life upside down. The first piece I wrote was Max drunkenly calling Punk after being abandoned a week before his wedding to Adam Cole, the guy his parents had approved of. But it grew... and grew... and grew.

Unfortunately, I've put in a lot of work, but haven't gotten much feedback on it. My AdaMJF stuff gets a decent amount of feedback, but CMJF not so much... maybe because they don't actually interact anymore, so the ship fandom is dying? IDEK. But I know there's a lot of AO3 writers on the old Tumblr, so I figure worst case? Nobody sees this and best case? I get some feedback!!

Anyways... without futher ado, let me link ya.

Toxicity Is a Virtue... or Something: A CMJF AU Universe Description: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the golden son of a wealthy New York family. CM Punk is his parents’ worst nightmare.

Part 1: Watch Me Turn Your Mind Into My Home Summary: Max is slumming at a punk rock club with his friends. Punk is playing that club with his band. Worlds collide and shit gets messy. In Progress

Part 2: Why Are You Here? Summary: It's been a few months since Maxwell Jacob Friedman and CM Punk broke up, and they've both moved on. Or so they both think. Complete - One-shot

Part 3: Pretty When You Cry Summary: Max thought he had finally found the person who would love him forever -- who would never break his heart -- in the person of Adam Cole. But as usual? Max thought wrong. -or- 5 times Adam truly smiled at Max and 1 time he tried to but failed. Complete - One-shot

Part 4: Sick Like Me Summary: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the son of one of New York City's richest families, and as such, his parents have been planning his life for a long time. CM Punk is the much older, much poorer guy he dated 5 years ago. Adam Cole is the charmer Max's parents loved until he left him a week before their wedding. Larry just wants a treat. In Progress

[midwestmade29]

Heat ❤️‍🔥

My first Adam Cole story Bay Bay! I can't believe it's taken me this long to write one about him because the man is 🔥🔥 AND it's a AU version of him! I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you all enjoy reading it 🖤 Word count: 1.5k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Cursing, mention of weapons, unprotected sex.

In this story, Cole owns a nightclub and conducts business there. I never specified exactly what "business" he takes care of, but it would be along the lines of taking over/securing certain territories or he’s a bootlegger. (NOT drugs)

When you and Adam end up alone in his office, things start to heat up...

I was sitting at my desk listening to Roddy carry on while my mind was elsewhere. He was trying to strategize for our upcoming meeting that was scheduled for tomorrow night, but I just wasn’t feeling it. We had already covered all the bases for our safety plan which automatically made me feel better knowing everyone had a role and a place to be. In this line of work, there’s always a risk of danger or a chance for things to turn south. Safety is my number one priority.

Matt and Mike usually keep watch outside of my office while Roddy is always with me. I assigned Wardlow to my girl to keep her safe and never leave her side. If anything ever happened to her because of my job, I’d never be able to live with myself. The five of us were always equipped with weapons while extras were placed in areas around the club only we knew about. I’ll be damned if a deal goes bad and the opposing side gets the better of Adam Cole Bay Bay.

“ADAM!” Roddy yelled loudly. The look on my face was pure annoyance when I met his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. “What Roddy?” I asked through gritted teeth. He continued speaking without missing a beat, “Did you hear what I said? I think we should…” but I tuned him out once again. The guy has no self-awareness.

A sudden knock on my office door added to my annoyance. “Come in!” I snapped while rubbing my temples. When Y/N peered around the door, I instantly softened. “Hi, sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Y/N said softly. Roddy interjected before I had the chance to respond, “Actually you are interrupting. This is an A B conversation, so you should C your way out of it,” My mouth dropped open in utter astonishment at how much of an idiot he really is. “Roddy, would you please just shut the hell up? Y/N is always welcome in here,” I scolded before directing my attention to my beautiful girl. “Hi baby, it’s good to see you. Come here,” I motioned for her to join me at my side. Even though she tried, she couldn’t hide the smirk on her face as she sauntered into the room, eyeing Roddy the whole time in triumph. God, I love her! When she was next to me, I swiveled in my chair and pulled her down onto my lap. As if it was a natural instinct, our lips found their way to one another, sharing a kiss that was full of heat and want. Y/N and I didn’t give to shits about Roddy standing in the background likely feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Even with me biting her bottom lip and tugging to keep her lips on mine, Y/N pulled away. She had her fingers splayed in my hair as she rubbed the baseline of my neck, turning me into putty in her hands.

“So, how are you baby? I’ve been thinking about you all night,” I asked while nuzzling my face against her collarbone. She smells like Heaven. “I’m good! I was popping in to tell you that I was going to have Wardlow take me home. I wasn’t sure how much longer you were going to be,” her voice was sweeter than honey, her eyes my favorite color but they shifted over to my incompetent counterpart leaning against the wall.  “Don’t you have anything better to do than stand there? You make an ugly wallflower,” Y/N jeered. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of her! I rubbed my chin trying to hide my smile, but my laughter gave me away. Roddy was clearly appalled when he asked me, “Did you hear what she just said to me?” “Yes, Roddy I did. I think she’s onto something here. Get out,” “Get out? What do you mean-” “You heard me. I said get out. We’re done for tonight, you can leave,” I instructed flatly. He knew better than to protest, so with an exaggerated sigh, Roddy grabbed his jacket and sulked out of my office. I directed my attention back to the beautiful girl still sitting on my lap, looking into her eyes, and being immediately entranced by her smile. “So, where were we?” “Well, I was about to go home but I think I’ll stay since you’re free now,” Y/N winked. I got the impression that she was implying something, so I decided to bite. “I’m glad you knocked on the door when you did. Roddy was killing me slowly with his rambling. Enough about him, I’m all yours baby. What would you like to do?”

Y/N had a mischievous smirk on her face as her hands slinked down from my neck to the tops of my shoulders, her fingers creating a trail down to my chest. She began toying with the buttons on my shirt never breaking eye contact with me. With the first two buttons unfastened, Y/N whispered, “I have an idea,” My cock twitched with excitement when the last button was undone. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth, admiring my newly exposed chest while she slid my shirt down my arms. My pants and boxer briefs were off in the blink of an eye after Y/N stood up, her dress and panties joining my clothes on the floor. My cock grew harder from her supple, naked breasts before me. They were just begging to be fondled by my tongue.

Even though our bodies weren’t touching, I could still feel the heat between us. My body was aching for this girl, I wanted her. I needed her.

“Look how stunning you are baby. How did I get so lucky? I’ll never get enough of you,” my voice overcome with lust the more my eyes took in the sight of her naked body. My gaze caused the most beautiful shade of pink to bloom across her cheeks, but her confidence never faltered. Y/N straddled my lap, her tight cunt hovering just above the tip of my cock making me shiver with anticipation. “Should we lock the door?” I asked only a whisper away from her lips. “Someone could walk in unannounced at any time,” Without hesitation, Y/N responded boldly and assertively, “Let them,” before crashing her lips against mine. She tasted so damn sweet.

With my hands gripping her hips tightly, Y/N sank down onto my cock. Her arousal was silky as it coated me, allowing me to slide in with ease while her walls squeezed tightly. “A-Adam!” she cried out. “So f-full,” Y/N wasn’t wrong, I was filling her to the hilt once she was fully seated, and holy fuck did she feel good around me. “I know baby girl, but you take me so well! That’s it, rock your hips and take what you need from me. Good girl,” my praises nothing more than a murmur against the shell of her ear.

The whimper she let out as I took her nipple in my mouth sent a shockwave straight to the very heart of me, her moans filled my office the more my tongue played with it. My teeth grazed the stiff peak before I sucked hard and released it with a pop. I kissed my way over to her other breast and repeated the same ritual, this time it made my beautiful girl’s head fall back in utter bliss from every sensation my mouth and cock were making her feel. My hands began kneading her ass while my face was buried in her neck as her hair cascaded around us. We were both completely enamored with one another, getting closer to the edge with every rock and roll. When I started meeting her every movement with a thrust of my own, everything began to feel more frantic and fervid. “Come on baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it in the way your sweetness is dripping down my shaft. I can hear it in your whines. Cum for me, let yourself go baby,” In an instant, Y/N completely unraveled. Her body quaked beneath my hands as she refused to yield to her orgasm, still working hard to bring me to the land of ecstasy with her.

 “Fuck, Adam! It’s your turn to take what you need from me, take everything. It’s all yours!” her voice breathy and oh so angelic. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged making me hiss from the sudden sting, but the rest of my body reveled in the sensation. My beautiful girl smiled against my lips when I finally erupted inside of her. I pulled her as close to my chest as physically possible while my cock pulsated deep inside her warm cunt. 

We were still melded together as we came back down to earth, my thighs soaked from the mess we made of each other. “Feel free to interrupt all my meetings from now on,” I teased. The sound of Y/N’s laughter was just as intoxicating as the sexy noises she had been making mere moments ago.

[midniterose]

These are my “absolutely yes” guys

These are my “if the rest of the fic looks promising” guys

BUT if the pairings contains William Regal, Chris Jericho, Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston, Chuck Taylor, or CM Punk, even one of my ‘absolutely yes’ guys can’t save that fic IMO

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Eternity - Chapter 9

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Is has been ALMOST A YEAR. WOW. So many of you have been waiting, here it is.

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Starring - Sawyer Holden, Veronica Rodriguez, Nova Jay, Kenny Omega, Adam Page, WARHORSE, The Young Bucks and many small appearances

Word Count - 6,076

Category - Angst, violence, small comedy bits, but this is a very "dark" chapter

Chapter 9/?

Summary - Full Gear has arrived. How will this rivalry end between Sawyer and Veronica? Their lives are about to change forever.

Warnings/Comments - There's so much violence and anger and NEGATIVITY in this chapter guys. Follow @adriii-omega

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ALLELITEWRESTLING- 

BREAKING NEWS : The finals to see who will be the new number one contender for Hikaru Shida’s women championship will now be decided in a Barbed Wire Death Match! The matchup of Sawyer Holden and Veronica Rodriguez will now be the MAIN EVENT of Full Gear this Sunday! 

Warhorse had been lifting in a gym near his home. Music blasting through his headphones, his mind was only on this last rep. The music quieted, meaning a notification had popped up. He sighed, before bending over to pick up his phone. His eyes largened, “Oh no… no. No!” He rolled his eyes, as he already saw tweets from the other AEW wrestlers picking sides. “I got to do something. They’re gonna to fucking get hurt!” He yelled in the gym, which he thanked God was pretty much empty. 

He clicked on Sawyer’s contact name and typed out a text- “I’m calling you in 30 minutes.” Warhorse saw she read it, and shut the phone off before he could see her response. He was determined to wonder what was going on through his friend’s heads, knowing that neither of them were thinking straight.

Sawyer responded to the text, before throwing her phone back down. She got back to her spot on the mat, near Lance Archer. She shouldn’t have any distractions, especially not the night before this huge match. She kept her eyes on the red spots tapped down on the punching bag. She kept going faster and even harder as Lance Archer shouted things at her, keeping the punching bag in place.

They had been training her for this match since the night after the brawl that she claims Veronica started. 

“Left! Right! Stomach!” Archer watched as Sawyer was definitely hitting the targets, but holding back on her strength. He pulled the punching bag away to where she couldn’t reach. 

“What the hell, Lance?” Lance put his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders, “Sawyer, you’re supposed to be my baby murderhawk. And you won’t murder shit if you don’t get your head in the game.” 

Sawyer opened her mouth to protest before he interrupted, “Close your eyes. I want you to think about the match.” Sawyer huffed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Now imagine, there’s exploding barbed wire all around you. There’s kendo sticks broken everywhere, thumbtacks all over the ground. And you and Veronica are standing face to face, you’re so close to winning that championship,” Sawyer visibly felt angrier, the thought of Veronica winning consuming her, when Lance slapped Sawyer one good time across the face, “And she once again slaps the taste out your mouth.”

Sawyer opens her mouth to yell at Lance before she realizes how angry Veronica made her, stooping that low, like they weren’t even equal anymore. Sawyer opened her eyes, throwing the boxing gloves off and turning back to the punching bag.

Lance held the bag in place as Sawyer delivered punches, this time not holding back. All Sawyer could see was Veronica’s sinister smirk, wanting to beat it off her face. Sawyer’s knuckles started to throb, ignoring it continuing to attack the bag.

The thought of Veronica standing tall at the end of the match made her lose it, causing the punching bag to rip open, sand falling everywhere. Sawyer didn’t even look surprised. She didn’t know how hard Veronica was training right now, but tomorrow, nothing would matter.

Sawyer didn’t want the championship opportunity. She wanted to humiliate Veronica, teach her a lesson. Hell, Sawyer wanted to end her best friend.

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 “To the soon to be champions of All Elite Wrestling!” Brandon Cutler raised his drink in one hand, while holding his camera in the other. “Introducing your soon to be tag team champions… The Young Bucks!” Matt and Nick did their signature pose, making Veronica roll her eyes with a chuckle. 

“Ooo me next!” Kenny rested his hand on Veronica’s waist, and with his free arm, flexed his bicep through his shirt. “Fine.” Brandon huffed. “The man who not only will win tomorrow, but go on to defeat Jon Moxley… the Cleaner… Kenny Omega!” The group applauded, as he made a couple faces at the camera.

“Introduce my girl,” he pointed at Veronica, making her grin. “How could we forget,” Cutler said, putting her in the frame, “The lovely, Veronica!”

Matt whistled, “Sawyer or Shida don’t stand a chance.” He smugged, while Nick draped his arm around her shoulder.

“You damn right they don’t!” Cutler screamed from the other side. She looked around in bliss, spacing out as the group joked around a bit. 

Nick nudged her, “You alright? You sort of zoned out on us.” The group turned their heads looking at her, “Yea. Everything is perfect. Just thinking how good we’re all gonna look with the gold tomorrow.” She raised her glass in the air, causing the rest to clink their root bears. 

Veronica stifled a yawn, and sipped on her drink slowly. She squeezed Kenny’s hand making him turn his attention to her, “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered. She gave him a toothy grin as her heart began to flutter, “I am too. Tomorrow is our night.” He kissed the inside of her palm before setting it in his lap, and continuing his conversation with Nick about a recent video game he started playing. She only heard bits, as the only thing on her mind was not wanting to let down the people around her.

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Sawyer sat her phone up on her bathroom sink, just finishing her shower. Warhorse stared at her in silence, before speaking up, “I should be there.”

“Jake-“

“No! It’s true, I felt like I could have prevented this…COME ON A DEATH MATCH?! Whose brilliant idea was that?”

“Try Kenny Omega. You think I would trust myself with that idea?” Sawyer said, finishing drying her hair. He held his hands in defense, “I’m just saying Sawyer, Veronica has won more of these matches. I just don’t want you guys to actually hurt each other out there.”

“Jake, she’s hurt me more times I could count… but when she went against the script to embarrass me on national television, that’s when I knew she was putting that mop head, a championship, and this company over our friendship... I’ve accepted that I’m not getting my best friend back. And if that’s the case, I want her to be terrified of me.”

“Sawyer you don’t mean that,” Warhorse tried to reason with her, “It’s the heat of the moment. When you win and you’re celebrating, all you’re gonna want is Veronica there with you.”

“You can fly in, right? That’ll be enough.” Sawyer tried to say sarcastically, but Jake wasn’t amused. “I mean it, Sawyer. Be a good sport about it. Even if she won’t. Things may never be the same but that doesn’t mean to make the situation worse.”

Sawyer huffed, “Alright MOM. I’ll be a good sport. I guess you got a point.”

Warhorse smiled, “I know I do. Now! Get some rest, partying is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now.” Sawyer groaned picking up the phone, “I will…but I would like to note that you said “WHEN” I win.” She cheekily grinned, making him groan.

“Oh my god! Goodnight Sawyer! I Love you.”

“Goodnight, Jake. Love you too.” Sawyer hung up, putting her phone on her nightstand. 

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Sawyer set her stuff in her locker room. Sighing to herself. So many interviewers, makeup artists, and stage hands came up to her in the fifteen minutes it took to find her door. She looked in the mirror, questioning herself, “Is this all worth it? For revenge? To prove I’m not below her?”

Looking in the mirror, she began to wonder who she had become. The old Sawyer never let her anger get the best of her, but now, she couldn’t even recognize who the new Sawyer was.  Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and before she could even answer, John Silver and Alex Reynolds walked in.

“There she is! The next number one contender!” Alex said, pulling Sawyer in for a hug. Sawyer clenched her teeth, trying to look as unannoyed as possible. “Hey you two! Silver, are you ready for your match?”

Silver put on a cocky smile, “Oh, you already know. Orange will never know what hit him, he’ll be like,” he cleared his throat, putting on a raspy and lazy voice, “Oh my god I can’t believe Silver beat me, I guess I should’ve gotten my hands out of my pockets.”

Alex laughed at Silver’s impression, while Sawyer cringed. Alex and John quickly noticed Sawyer wasn’t laughing, as they awkwardly quieted down. 

Alex put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You seem…off.” Sawyer shook her head, “I’m great. Just the fact that my best friend has put me through living hell and tonight I’m finally giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

John cheered, receiving a glare from Alex. John mumbled sorry before Sawyer continued, “I mean, this could’ve all been avoided. If she just didn’t slap me on national television. Like what the hell?”

The two men looked at each other then back at Sawyer, nervous looks forming on their faces. “Yeah…about that.” Alex said, scratching the back of his head, shuffling away from Sawyer. She arched her brow, when Silver blurted out, “We were trying to help you out, but we ended up pissing her off…” John cringed, “And we’re the reason she kinda slapped you.”

Sawyer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “So my life is being risked in a Barbed Wire DEATHMATCH, because you wanted to make her cry?” 

“It was mainly John! He even called her a hoe!” Alex said, pointing at his tag partner. “Alex what the fuck!”

“JUST…get out. Please… before I kill both of you before the Buy-In even starts.” Sawyer said, grabbing her ring gear. 

Alex and John shuffled out the locker room, before Alex peeped in one last time, “You’re gonna do great, Sawyer. The Dark Order is all rooting for you.”

Sawyer smiled, hearing the door shut. Her mood became lighter, as she really did realize that she might have lost a good friend, she was making more along the way.

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The preshow had just begun to start. The few fans took their seats around the arena and began to cheer as the countdown to Full Gear was on. Hangman had just come from collecting his new and “improved” gear for tonight when he saw Veronica walking in. 

She looked stressed, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her sweatpants sagged extra low. She honestly looked like she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks. Seemingly to be in her own little world, not noticing any of her surroundings. “Thanks for making my gear, I bet it looks awesome!” She thanked the seamstress, before taking her items and beginning to head back. Hangman began to panic, holding his arm out while speaking before he got the chance to think. “I can’t wait to see it!” he shot. 

She jumped in surprise, “Oh…I didn’t know you were here,” she eyed him suspiciously, “Thanks though… and good luck tonight.” She tried to leave again, until he pulled her back. “Wait, no. You’re not just gonna leave me here again. Aren’t we going to talk about-”

“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we all got shit going on right now. I’m not trying to be a distraction.” She spat at him with a bit of venom. It stung him a bit, making him loosen his grip. “You aren’t a distraction to me V! I just thought I finally had a friend around here.” Her eyes softened, but she shook her head with disbelief. “Why do you keep trying with me… haven’t I given you enough reasons not to trust me Adam? I’m no good for you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me…” He said to her, “Just like you shouldn’t let Kenny keep making decisions for you.” Veronica looked at him in confusion. He chuckled at her expression, “Sweets, you gotta see what he’s doing to you.” He laughed. 

“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This…” he pointed at her, “Has Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks written all over it. You’re their little group project.” He confessed. She clenched her fist to the side, and clicked her tongue. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Veronica responded. Hangman squinting at her, then at the bag in her hand, “Let me see your ring gear.”

“I don’t want to show you. You will have to wait like everyone else.” She pinned the bag behind her back, out of his reach. “Fine. You got me… is that free ice cream?” He pointed down the hall, making her whole body turn quicker than she could get the chance to react. He swiftly snatched the bag out of her hand, “Alright, let’s see…” He placed the bag nicely on a nearby table and began to unzip it. 

A smile formed, as he was in awe of the diamonds. He ran his hand down it, “Wow… Sandra really outdid herself with this one.” His hand stopped as his fingers got tangled, he looked over at her before pulling the jacket out. “TASSELS?”

“Would you be quiet!” She grabbed the jacket back from him, and put it nicely back in the bag. “Mind your business.”

“You have never worn tassels before. That’s new… kinda reminds me of a certain tag team, and those shorts are way… different from your usual baggy style.”

“Am I not allowed to try new things? My baggy pants, and hot tops are still there. I just wanted to spice it up for the pay per view tonight.” She smiled, “Plus… the tassels were a recommendation from Matt. It’s a one time thing.”

He scoffed at that, “He’s always recommending tassels to everyone… they couldn’t pay me enough to wear that shit.” She let out a small laugh before leaning in, “I think you could pull it off almost as good as them.” Veronica complimented with a smirk. “No, I’m okay… I’ll stick to my things, and you stick to… whatever that is.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Page.” She picked up her belongings, and made her way back to the locker room. He watched her go, and when she was gone he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Page let his head fall back on the wall behind him, and ran his fingers through his hair. Even after she put him through hell… she was back where she’s been since he met her. In his head. And with his match coming up in less than half an hour… he knew he was doomed.

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Nova waited for her cue to go out, which was a certain signal from Ricky and Brian Cage. Taz had come out, yelling at Cody and Darby on the mic. When Brian attacked Darby from behind, with Ricky following him after, she knew she was coming up soon. She watched as Brian threw Cody right into Ricky for a spear.

Right when they grabbed Darby, she ran out, pretending to get in between the two teams. The audience popped, Taz however, was screaming at the top of his lungs for her to move.

She went up to Ricky, pretending to lecture him.

“It looks like Nova and Ricky are having a bit of a disagreement here, Excalibur.” Tony Schiavone said, watching this all go down on the monitor. 

Nova “gave up”, throwing her hands in the air and turning towards Brian, who was holding up Darby by the back of the neck. They stared each other down, when Nova delivered a clean roundhouse kick, straight to the left side of Darby’s face. The crowd was shocked, but no one showed it more than Taz. 

Nova rolled out the ring, yelling at Brian to push Darby out. She dragged him over to the car, which he had made his entrance on, calling Ricky and Brian over. 

Brian hoisted Darby up, before powerbombing him onto the windshield. Nova and Ricky smirked, making their way up to the stage. Taz looked in disbelief, before holding his hand out to Nova.

She hesitated to put hers out, before she finally shook his hand, “Welcome to Team Taz.” He said, yelling at the camera guy to come closer.

“New Team Taz member! Nova Jay! The Supernova!”

Nova smirked, when Ricky grabbed her by the waist, kissing her passionately. They smiled at the camera before making their way backstage, Nova was finally noticed, and she was going to make sure everyone’s eyes stayed on her.

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Sawyer cracked her knuckles. Everything and everyone around her becoming quiet. Her earphones blasting. Her heart pounding. This was it. 

“Sawyer you’re on after this break!” Dustin Rhodes called from his monitor, “Go teach that bitch a lesson.” Sawyer handed her phone to Nova, who looked like she was about to vomit. “I’ll be fine.” Sawyer assured her friend, “This needs to be done.” 

“Why did it have to come to this though. Sure, you and Veronica have fought a hundred times before. But this is …” She stopped as she looked over and saw Veronica coming in. New ring gear on display, as she got rid of the baggy pants and went to new revealing shorts and a gorgeous rhinestone jacket with a picture on the back she couldn’t recognize, along white long tassels… it was hard to miss her. 

The wrestlers began to find any monitor they could, not wanting to miss a second of anything. Talking amongst themselves, placing bets. In awe of the reaction that the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. The crowd was awake, and ready for a fight.

“Knock ‘em dead baby! We’ll be here when you get back!” Chuck Taylor quickly yelled, making Sawyer turn just in time to catch him. She gave him a thumbs up, before she headed through the curtain.

Taylor glanced in Veronica’s direction feeling her stare already on him. He rolled his eyes at her before going to find a seat next to Trent and Orange.

 “Popcorn?” Trent offered as Chuck sat down. Orange lazily stuck some kernels in his mouth.

“I’m not sure what trick she has up her sleeve, but I don’t like it.” Chuck gestures toward Veronica who was beginning to warm up. “Her presence is enough to mess with your mind. Don’t worry about it, Sawyer is gonna WHOOP DAT ASS!” Trent said loudly, on purpose earning a scoff from behind them. The three turned around and were met with Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks. “You sure are biting off more than you can chew, Baretta.” Matt snarled. Orange looked between the two, lowering his glasses.

Trent spoke up again, “Matt, no matter how hard you try. She isn’t going to sleep. with you. You need to realize that. It’s starting to seem desperate at this point-”

“Choose your next words carefully, momma’s boy.” Kenny got in his face. “I wouldn’t let her name leave your mouth again, if I were you.” Trent bit the inside of his mouth, looking back at his friends. “Forget it man, let’s just watch the match.” Chuck patted down the chairs, getting them to cool it. From the back of his head he could feel Matt began to burn holes through the trio making him smirk to himself. He had hit a nerve with Matt Jackson, and nobody knew that but him.

The beat dropped for Sawyer's entrance music, making the crowd more electric than they already were. She couldn’t help the smile break through as she stood on the ramp. The pyro went off, and she posed for the camera. She removed her jacket, revealing a dark gothic attire. The front row of wrestlers applauded, as she walked down to the ring, she got on the apron and began to take it all in, knowing this was the only bit of peace for a long time.

Veronica tilted her head in Nova’s direction as she passed. Not caring about Ricky clutching her to his side, or the glare they both gave her. She shrugged it off and went out as if this was an actual “storyline.” 

She walked out earning a mix of boos and cheers. She closed her eyes and turned her back. Revealing her jacket, to be a picture of a throwback photo of her, Sawyer, and Nova… with a drawn on angel halo hovering over her, and devil horns drawn on Sawyer. She chuckled at her antics, and spreader her arms to let the tassels gracefully fall, “Let’s fucking go!” She yelled, before making her way to the inside of the ring.

Sawyer never took her eyes off Veronica, ever since her music hit. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. The bell rang, and Sawyer extended her hands outward for a lock up, while Veronica extended a foot— that connected with Sawyer’s nose. She blindly rolled her up, but Sawyer kicked out before three making the crowd gasp. She quickly backed up in the corner, trying to avoid the ropes from blowing up around her.

“WHAT THE HELL V?” She yelled, getting in her face. “YOU REALLY WANNA START LIKE THIS?” She pushed Veronica, making her fall on her backside. She immediately got back up, getting right back in her face. “Hit me.” She repeated, while harshly shoving Sawyer. “I know you want to.” 

Sawyer raised her fist, only to be slapped by Veronica before she could react. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation, watching Sawyer blow the hair out her face, and stare down Veronica between her brows. She slightly gulped, not breaking her stare. Sawyer began delivering rapid kicks to her sides, then quickly delivering an arm drag sending Veronica just inches away from ropes. 

Her eyes widened, as she realized how close she was. Turning around she attempted to run away, but was met with a dropkick that sent her flying into the ropes, immediately feeling the electric wire going off around her. She yelped, as she rolled to the outside, not wanting Sawyer to gain an upper hand. Her skin began to burn, and the wind that was knocked out of her was still trying to come back. 

Sawyer’s first thoughts being to go check on her, before remembering the reason they were in this match in the first place. She shook her head, shaking all the sympathy away. As she climbed to the top turnbuckle, she stood along with the crowd. Phones flashing, their voices rising. Screaming, as she attempted a perfect moonsault to the outside. Suddenly, feeling a devastating crack to her ribs, causing the audience to fall in silence. Veronica held the kendo stick in her hand, leaning on the barricade. She watched Sawyer lay on the floor, refs coming to check on her. She pulled Bryce by his T-Shirt, wanting to continue the damage. She swung another good three times, before rolling her back in carefully. She went for the pin, once again.

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“This fight will continue,” Tony yells in his headsweat. Sweat beading off his forehead. “We all knew that wasn’t gonna be enough to put down the Angel Slayer.” Jim added. “It’s almost as if…that name couldn’t be any more truer tonight. The white, the diamonds, the entrance…Veronica is the angel that Sawyer is slaying tonight. We’re in for one hell of a ride.”

The two had been going back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Each seeming to have a counter for each other’s move, and when they didn’t…they just started beating the absolute shit out of each other. Blood was pouring from the hairline of Sawyer, who had been curb stomped on a pile of chairs. While Veronica's left eye was beginning to swell up, as well as a huge slash from being sliced by a piece of the broken table.

Luckily, Sawyer had done her best to avoid the electric wire throughout the whole match so far. The two crawled their way back into the middle of the ring, Veronica kicked pieces of broken table out of her way. She gestured her finger at Sawyer telling her to bring it on. She charged, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. She held her mouth, and realized she fell forward on a steel chair. Immediately, tasting blood. Veronica smirked to the hardcam , rolling out the ring and pulling up the ring skirt. She tossed a couple of kendo sticks on the ramp way, for an emergency. She faked a confused face, before innocently pulling out a light tube. She rolled in the ring, swirling it around. Sawyer saw it, and let out a groan. She raised her middle fingers up, spitting blood at her. Veronica laughed, wiping it off and whispered, “You asked for this bitch�� before cracking the tube on her head, glass shattering around them. Quickly covering for the pin. 

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Sawyer barely kicked out. Making Veronica throw a tantrum, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She screamed at Bryce, who did his best not to back down. “LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB.” Veronica pointed her finger in his chest. 

“Back off of me. Focus on your match, Rodriguez.” 

“Don’t tell me- AH!”

Veronica was lifted from the ground, and placed on Sawyer’s shoulder, who when no one was looking had wrapped a piece of barbed wire around her kneepad. Veronica tried to scramble, hearing the crowd go crazy as Sawyer signaled for the Go to Sleep with her hands. She successfully hit it, cringing as she stuck to Veronica’s forehead. The crowd gasped, and held their hands over their mouths. She went for the pin.

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Aubrey was milliseconds away from her hitting the mat, they could feel it.

“WHAT? VERONICA KICKED OUT. VERONICA KICKED OUT,” Excalibur rose from his seat. “BARBED WIRE IS STICKING TO HER FOREHEAD…WHAT THE HELL?” Jim asked with concern. “What are we witnessing here folks?” 

“This is awesome!” The crowd chanted, if there was a roof on Daily’s Place, it would have been blown straight off.

Sawyer laid in the corner, not knowing what else to do as she stared at her former best friend with widened eyes. Veronica waved towards the entrance ramp, signaling for someone to come out. Sawyer turned her head with confusion, tears forming as she saw Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks dragging a helpless Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy.  She stared in horror as she saw Orange and Chuck get hit repeatedly in the torso with kendo sticks. Their cries making Sawyer furious.

“You bitch.” Sawyer huffed, as she began to drag Veronica back by her feet. Veronica kicked, connecting with her busted lip, making her curse. Veronica quickly snapped up, ducking as Sawyer attempted to grab her. Going around her and connecting her arms for a snap dragon suplex. An idea popped in her head, as she looked at her boyfriend who nodded with darkened eyes. She backed up to the ropes, breathing in, and before she breathed out she delivered a devastating snapdragon sending Sawyer through a ton of pain, as her neck was met with electricity. She hid her face, as she repeatedly hit the mat, doing everything to not let her pain be shown.

Sawyer stumbled to stand, as Veronica began to spit more venom at her, “You thought what they did was bad?” She chuckled, as Matt threw a kendo stick in her direction. She picked it up, and placed it under Sawyer’s chin making her look at her. “Watch this-” She swung, only for it to be caught under Sawyer’s arm. She gritted her teeth, not letting her react to the sting. Veronica did her best to pull it back, but she wasn’t budging.

Veronica reached her arm back to attempt to slap Sawyer again, but she grabbed onto her, slowly looking up at Veronica with angry eyes. Sawyer delivered a headbutt to Veronica’s, “That’s for bringing your boyfriend into this!” Left hook, “That’s for hurting my friends!” She kicked her in the stomach so her back hit the turnbuckles, “THAT is for putting a title over our friendship!” Sawyer balanced the kendo stick in her hand, “And THIS is for all the pain and tears you’ve put me through since July!” She went feral, whacking Veronica left and right. Veronica bawled up on the floor, trying her best to avoid her. Only to get hit harder, not being able to move. She whacked Veronica in the back once more long enough to climb to the top rope. Sawyer stood and looked around the crowd of people and wrestlers, who cheered her on as she finally did what she always wanted to do. A swanton bomb, on live pay-per view. The crowd erupted as Sawyer went in for the pin, without her Canadian Destroyer.

1...

2…

3!

The girls laid there, staring at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid, their faces red. Veronica felt the tears start to form, she scooted away to the other side of the ring, hand over mouth holding back sobs. 

“Sawyer.” Chuck shook her, “You did it baby. It’s over.” He groaned, holding his side. Her head snapped towards him, and Cassidy who were both equally hurting. “Me? I won?” She looked with disbelief. Orange gave her a thumbs up, as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’m so sorry you guys got hurt.” 

“Eh.” Cassidy lazily replied, “We lived.” 

Veronica watched the three, not realizing her own group was next to her. “Let’s get out of here.” Nick bent down to help her up, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder looking for Kenny who couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he angrily stared at Sawyer, who had the biggest grin on her face as she stared back. 

“Kenny-“ Veronica reached out, his demeanor broken, as he saw her covered in blood. “Jesus Christ…”He commented, pulling her away, flinching when he heard her wince. “Careful with her hip, it’s gushing.” Matt commented. 

Veronica tried to respond, telling them that she was fine until she saw Hikaru Shida walk right past her, with her AEW Women's Championship straight to the ring for Sawyer. 

Jealousy filled up, and she couldn’t help looking away as they stared down at each other. The sounds of her boyfriend’s concern were muffled, as all she could do was focus on them. Sawyer couldn’t help but glare past Shida sometimes. Veronica’s tears staining her brain. Eventually, Tony Khan came out applauding as the crowd gave a standing ovation. 

It was over. It was finally over.

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Sawyer tried her best to get rid of the smile on her face, but she just couldn’t. She was on Cloud 9. Of course, something felt off. She knew what it was, Veronica. But she knew, she couldn’t let this affect her celebration. She turned up the music playing from her speaker, hoping that even Rihanna could distract her from this feeling.

Just as she put on the finishing touches of her outfit, there was a knock on the locker room door. “Come in!” Wardlow walked in, bouquet of flowers in hand, “There’s the next women’s champ! God, you’re amazing.” Sawyer gasped, “Michael! You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, giving him a kiss.

“So, you really gave Veronica hell out there. How about you and I go to dinner? You’re already dressed, and of course, I have another gift for you back at the hotel.” He smirked, grabbing Sawyer by the waist from behind, hands sliding up and down her body.

“That sounds lovely Michael, but some of my friends set up a party for me at my favorite bar downtown. You wanna come with?” She asked innocently, thinking nothing of it. Wardlow’s energy shifted, he suddenly just seemed furious.

“You’re kidding. You’d rather spend this win with vodka and screaming than wine and classical music?” He asked, acting like there was no discussion. “Uh, yeah. It is my celebration.” Sawyer grabbed her purse, heading for the door.

“And let me guess, Chuck set this celebration up.”

Sawyer stopped in her tracks, her mind was telling her a million things, but only one was the right thing to do. “Well, you caught me. Chuck did set this up. And Isiah. Along with Nova and Ricky. And how could I forget ‘your’ buddy, Max? My friends set this up, Michael. They knew this would make me happy and they were right, I’m going!”

“I knew you were still talking to that weirdo! I knew I couldn’t trust you. If you walk out that door, we’re finished.” He threatened. Sawyer only stared back, frowning, tears forming in her eyes.

“After everything I went through tonight,” Sawyer choked on her words, before cutting the act, “You think I’m scared of a white man breaking up with me? I’ve seen some stupid shit, but this has gotta be the stupidest shit ever. We’re done, the third shot is dedicated to you!”

Sawyer cackled, walking out of the locker room, knowing that Wardlow no longer affected her. 

On the other side of Daily’s Place, the Elite got to the back. Veronica doing her best to not crumble in front of the roster. She felt a hand leave her lower back, causing her to stop them in their tracks. “Kenny, what are you doing?” Matt asked, not sure why he stopped walking. 

“You guys go on without me… I have to catch up with Don.” He looked between them, giving a disappointed look toward Veronica, “Just let me know what the doctor says.” 

Veronica’s face grew with confusion, “You’re not coming with me?” Matt held his grip on her wrist, as she tried to walk away from them. “You’re hurt.” He reminded her, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”

“Thanks man.” Kenny spoke, “I got to go fix this. I’m not letting her screw up ruin my future plans.”

Nick’s eyes widened, as a silence fell between the group. Veronica felt her blood begin to boil, as his words finally hit her. “I can’t believe you. I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best and-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear any more excuses tonight.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone typing rapidly. Nick and Matt looked between each other, not sure what to do. Veronica pushed through, wincing at every step she took. “You know what? This loss isn’t on ME. It’s on YOU, and you know that. You told the whole world that I was this Elite superstar, and you never once considered my feelings.” Her voice trembled, “Sawyer and Nova want nothing to do with me, because of you, and now I’m finally understanding why.”

She shoved Nick and Matt’s hands off of her as she walked off in her own direction. 

As Kenny watched Veronica walk away, he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “I swear to God, I don’t know what her deal is.” He marched off, mumbling to the Bucks about not following him. “She has to be kidding, none of this is my fault. I got her here at the top. In this company, I gave her everything. It’s all-” His own thoughts were interrupted, almost making him stop in his tracks.

“It’s all her.”

Sawyer and Nova stared back, trying their best to hide their grins. “Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.” Nova joked. Kenny shook his head, embarrassment beginning to wash over him. 

“You couldn’t even help your own girlfriend, when she needed it most.” Sawyer spoke up, “What makes you think YOU could defeat me?”

He opened his mouth to argue, being cut off by a car honking grabbing their attention, Nova rushed over to the side door leaving Sawyer. 

“One day, Veronica will realize that you were nothing more than a weight holding her down. It really sucks that you were the reason we had to nearly kill each other tonight, but if you think that I won’t stop trying to get my friend back… you’ve got another thing coming.” She pulled her glasses down on her head, letting herself finally relax. 

“Goodbye, and Goodnight Omega.”

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Feels nice to be back, chapter 10 is coming soon.

[cigaretteslutz]

cigaretteslutz' masterlists

hi hi hello! this is my collection of writing organized into one spot so that you don't have to search around for my works! under this you will find my rules for requests, and the different things you can request. (im not the best at this so pls be nice)

rules;

things i will NOT write: pee/scat/puke, abortion/forced abortion/miscarriages, things with no consent, addiction, actual wrestlers fucking each other (unless its a 3some with the reader but other then that no), things featuring age play/little space, incest/step-cest. if you request any of these you're blocked.

if you make a request and want a wrestler to have a child, please give their name and age because im not using anybody's REAL child in a fanfic thats just...😭

things i WILL write: marriage/divorce, pregnancy, violence, mommy/daddy kinks, praise/degradation kinks, rough sex (??), more to come as i write

please dont translate or steal my work! i work hard on these and if i want my work to be translated, i will ask someone, but as of right now no.

who i write for/request inspo;

wwe: austin theory brie bella cm punk cody rhodes cora jade damien priest dominik mysterio drew mcintyre finn balor grayson waller jade cargill john cena la knight liv morgan logan paul maryse miz nikki bella randy orton rhea ripley ridge holland roman reigns seth rollins aew: alicia atout (my friend held a gun to my head and forced me to add her. you know who you are) adam cole adam copeland adam page bryan danielson buddy matthews claudio castagnoli darby allin hook jay white kenny omega kyle o'reilly mjf orange cassidy sammy guevara saraya tay melo wardlow

inspo: officer porn star/cam star professor pirate/mermaid ex-partner single parents model actress sorority/frat princess/prince/king

if you like my work, please consider following me! comment if you would like to be added to the tag list !!

[madhatterbri]

Message Sent | M.W.

Summary: Adam Cole will stop at nothing to make Wardlow pay for his failures. He sets his eyes on Y/N.

For the lovely @plentyoffandoms .

Wardlow Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

"There she is. Hey, guys, it's Y/N!" Adam Cole announced to his lackeys. He had a big grin on his face, yet his eyes proved something sinister was behind his actions. Adam stood next to her. Roderick, Matt, and Mike stood behind them. She felt trapped.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. She looked down at the ground and swallowed her anger. They had some nerve approaching her like this. Adam Cole and his goons were giving her boyfriend, Wardlow, a hard time. She didn't want to be any part of it.

"What do you guys want?" She demanded. Crazy to think at one time they were all friends. Y/N helped Roddy during his neck injury and Adam with his ankle.

"Hey! Hey! No hard feelings, am I right? Listen. We have been trying to reach your boyfriend, Wardlow. Have you heard from him?" Adam asked with his hands up. "I just think we got off on the wrong foot to smooth things over,"

Y/N licked her lips and flared her nostrils. The anger in her wanted to boil over. Last week, they attacked him backstage and made sure to target his foot. "You and your "boys" injured him. He's resting at home,"

"Well, the message we have is pretty important. Can you let him know to answer us?" Adam asked.

"Fine. Are we through here?" She answered. "I have a match I gotta go to,"

Adam stepped closer to her. He loomed over her. Even the men stepped closer. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"We could always leave the message with you. Let him know we have other means to get to him if he wants to go that route. We don't want someone like you to get caught up in this, ya know?" Adam threatened. Y/N glared at him. She knew Wardlow was watching from home. They were trying to draw him out.

"See, that was it. There's no need to be so hostile. Come on, boys. Y/N has a match to get ready for," Adam smiled. The men left her alone. Y/N watched them leave. Wardlow promised she wouldn't get involved, but it seems like that's where this was headed.

After her match, Y/N went to the locker room. She would be lying if she said she wasn't shaken up by what took place before her match. The men didn't like Wardlow and vice versa. Being caught in the middle was the last thing she ever thought possible.

She grabbed her phone to check her notifications. Wardlow was definitely watching that night. Message upon angry messages were sent to her phone about Undisputed Kingdom. His last messages changed tune with him apologizing to her.

They talked on the phone briefly while she walked to the car. She tried to be strong and keep her emotions in check. They came flooding out the moment she made it to their home. He greeted her at the door in his boxers and a medical boot.

With his arms outstretched, she quickly wrapped her arms around him. Tears pricked her eyes as Y/N took a shaky breath. His hand rubbed up and down her back. The injured wrestler felt ashamed that he couldn't be there to protect her.

"Don't worry, baby. I got a message for them, too," he told her and kissed the top of her head.

[skyqueen3]

Do you have any fanfic premises you'd love to do if you had enough time to do 'em?

It's more not having the skill to make them work than time but I do have a handful. I’ve started:

A post World’s End fic with MJF and The Acclaimed where the later are trying to comfort MJF only to be told to fuck off because he doesn't trust anyone anymore. (It’s still rough and it’s been a while so it’ll need to be retouched at some point.)

An out of character post World’s End fic where MJF is thankful that Wardlow made it home from London in time to be able to do the reveal.

A backstage/out of character thing with MJF, Wardlow and The Acclaimed I’ve been attempting to write for a while (started back when MJF was still champ, that’s how old it is but I’ll keep trying.)

Attempting a fic with Adam and Roddy dealing with their crushes on Wardlow in the worst way...

I’m currently trying to write a Roddy/Wardlow fic, a 5+1 (5 times someone brought it up his crush/trying to get him to act on it and the 1 time something gets done about it.) I've got a start on each part (dialoge mostly): 1 (complaining to Adam about his crush and being to sacred to act on it) 2 (talking with Matt Taven and Mike Bennett), 3 (text messages MJF, which is almost done), 4 (talking with Kyle O'Reilly), 5 (text messages with Bobby Fish) and +1.

There’s more but they’re the main ones I want to actually manage to finish.

[mfmmflashchallenge]

The fics of the February flashfic challenge: a round-up!

Yesterday we had the MFMM flashfic challenge, and whoah – what a wonderful response we had! 

No less than 30 fics were written during that one day, and this is a new record for an MFMM flashfic event! 17 writers participated, and more than one of them wrote either their first MFMM fanfic, or their first flashfic – so extra kudos to you for diving in!

Two writers managed to write for all four time slots, which is a first for the flashfic challenge! We are very impressed, @galadriel1010 and Piratesandpixiedust! And the latter even wrote a series of four fics that all go together.

All in all, 22 prompts were used over the heats. Most popular, resulting in three fics, was the tag combination “Shouldn't you be sleeping? // an unexpected guest // snarky Mac”.

Those are the stats. Excellent work, all – we swear that the blood, sweat, and tears were visible across all time zones of the world!

Below is a round-up of all the fics, to make them easier to dive into and enjoy. And when you read, please consider writing a flash comment if you have the time!

Have fun!

Heat 1:

Oblivious // on the run // flower shop:

Good Intentions by @lechatnoir1918​

Outback // There Was Only One Bed // turns out somebody doesn't like having nice things:

Outback by @firesign23

Starring Role by @galadriel1010​

At least they made it to the beach // where did the dog come from // minor character injury:

First Aid by @midnight-els​

Tell Me A Story by @demonahw

Pretending to Be Gay // Bodyguard // Face Slapping:

Sorry Not Sorry by piratesandpixiedust

Heat 2:

Shouldn't you be sleeping? // an unexpected guest // snarky Mac:

Holiday, Interrupted by deadhuntress/ @thetideseternaltune​

Sleep is Overrated by @rachaeljurassic​

An Evening in Paris by @whopooh​

Praise kink // Alcohol // Rumours:

praise by tara_stofse/ @leliesblou​

Not the Right Moment by @galadriel1010​

What would Phryne Fisher do? // And Then There Were None // The Gay Agenda:

For Five More Minutes by piratesandpixiedust

Heat 3:

For all of the prompts in the heat:

Drabbles by @firesign23​

birthday party // Phryne is the biggest flirt // Dot’s POV:

dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt by benwvatt

Queen of the Castle by piratesandpixiedust

Accidental Marriage // Wrongful Imprisonment // Birthday:

Heart to Heart by @rachaeljurassic​

Non-Linear Narrative // Drunk Dialing // Unusual Clothing:

Dress to Impress by @lechatnoir1918​

Touch starved // BAMF // hypothermia:

Lost and Found by @galadriel1010​

Everyone Thinks They’re Together // Being Walked In On // Nudity:

Honeymoon Phase by deadhuntress/ @thetideseternaltune​

Babyfic // Crack // Alternate Universe - Modern:

Encounter with A Baby by @912luvjaxlean​

aftermath of danger // Mr Butler’s secret recipe // Hands:

Can I Hold You? by CrazyBeCat

Heat 4: 

Sex Pollen // First Time // Feathers:

Feathers by @912luvjaxlean​

Undercover as a Couple // Lipstick // Public Transportation:

Who's Pretending? by @lechatnoir1918​

Verisimilitude by @galadriel1010​

Surprise Cat // Wardlow // Hugh Collins needs a hug:

I'm Unshakable by piratesandpixiedust

Flashfree:

Gardens & Gardening // Secret Messages // Competition:

Weeds in the Mind by @midnight-els​

Fake/Pretend Relationship // Makeup // Kissing:

I Get So Lost in Your Blueberry Eyes by @glamorouspixels​

painted on by @a-wonderingmind

chaos theory // slash or slasher? // dot on the run:

Double Hand by biratebean

Restaurants // Third Wheels // Suggestive Themes:

Three is a crowd by missmariie/ @three-seperate-johns

Why Is This Happening?? // Domesticity // Also Cats Can Talk Now

(i.e. the prompt example from the post about the flashfic challenge)

Also Cats Can Talk Now by @whopooh

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Alright – those are all the fic! 

We want to thank everyone who joined us and sent in prompts, wrote, read, commented and in general were wonderfuly supportive.

Until next time!

@olderbynow & @whopooh

[thetideseternaltune]

First Lines!

I was tagged by @firesign23 and @aurora-australis-tumbles <333 Thank you my dears! It only took me a month to do this lol oops 😅

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

(Note: I'm not including drabbles bc I'd basically be quoting half the fic 😂)

Rumors Spiral - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1.2k)

Mac sighed deeply, rubbing at her temple with her fingers as she stared down at the paper in front of her. It was the last one, and she was relieved to finally be finished marking her students’ final exams. The combination of exams as well as her other work had kept her largely away from home for the past week, a pain she felt far more acutely now that she had something – or rather, someone – to come home to.

Honeymoon Phase - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1.3k)

“Hold still, Mac.”

Mac rolled her eyes but did as Rosie said, returning to her pose despite the soreness beginning to develop in her arms.

“Remind me again why we couldn’t do this in your bedroom?” Mac said, watching Rosie as she sketched. She made it look so easy, bringing life to a page with just a pencil, and Mac always enjoyed watching her work.

Holiday, Interrupted - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1k)

In all fairness, Mac really should have seen it coming.

“So much for a ‘relaxing long weekend in Sorrento,’” she grumbled, letting Rosie pull her into her warm embrace. She smiled slightly despite herself when Rosie pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then one to her lips, her fingers tangling in Mac’s hair. Mac sighed, letting Rosie pull her coat from her shoulders and set it to the side.

A Study in Anatomy - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (5k)

Elizabeth MacMillan didn’t know if heaven existed, but if it did, she was certain that it couldn’t possibly be more pleasurable than her current situation, relaxed on her bed with her girlfriend curled up beside her, lazily making out after a long day of classes.

Old Habits - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1.4k)

Phryne Fisher was not a woman known for her patience, particularly when there was a murder to solve, which was how she found herself picking the lock to her best friend’s apartment in the middle of an otherwise-nondescript Thursday night.

The World's in Slumber... Let's Misbehave - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (8.1k)

Thinking back on it, Mac wasn’t entirely certain how the subject came up. The four of them were at Wardlow after an evening out, tipsy and laughing as they had drinks in the parlor. Mac was relaxed on the chaise, a Scotch in hand and Rosie seated snugly on her lap, while Phryne sat in the chair nearest to the fireplace, where Jack was standing quietly as he sipped his drink and listened to the women chatting. Phryne’s elbow was resting on the side of the chair, her arm bent so that she could hold Jack’s hand over her shoulder, tracing absentminded lines over his palm.

A Promise and a Confession - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (4.6k)

Rosie sighed contentedly as she relaxed into the mattress, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of Mac’s fingers tracing light lines over her body, her touch affectionate and loving as she stroked along Rosie’s arm, her side, down over her chest and stomach, circling her hip, then back to her stomach before returning to her arm. The two were in bed but not quite ready for sleep yet, and so they’d been cuddling together quietly for a while. At the moment, Mac was stretched out beside Rosie, their bodies pressed together and her cheek resting on Rosie’s shoulder as her fingers wandered.

To Love and Be Loved - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (3.5k)

Rosie glanced at the mantel clock for the third time in as many minutes, waiting for the familiar sound of a key in the front door lock that she was expecting at any moment. She sighed deeply and set her book down on the side table – she’d been unable to concentrate on it anyway – before pulling her heavy wool blanket more tightly around her.

In Her Arms - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1.6k)

Rosie yawned widely and checked the clock for what felt like the fiftieth time in less than an hour. It was nearly midnight, much later than she usually stayed awake, but she’d been waiting for Mac to return home before retiring to bed. Phryne had dragged Mac out for the night, declaring that it had been far too long since they’d had a proper girls’ night out, and though Rosie knew she would have been perfectly welcome to join them, she’d just gotten home from visiting her sister and was tired after the long train ride, and she also wanted to give Mac some time just with Phryne.

A Happy Ending - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (1.1k)

One of the benefits – and curses – of having been best friends for so many years was that Mac and Phryne knew precisely how to get under each other’s skin when they so chose, and Mac smirked as Phryne huffed in irritation at her. Ignoring Phryne, she tilted her head to allow Rosie better access as she kissed her way up Mac’s throat, her gentle fingers lightly caressing Mac’s thigh. She was curled up comfortably on Mac’s lap, and Mac was quite content to let Rosie demonstrate her affection however she saw fit.

Tagging: @pigstubborn @rachaeljurassic @three-seperate-johns @galadriel1010 @whopooh

[lizzieehearts]

have i been reading too much fanfic or is wardlow all soft in a hoodie and sweats on national tv soooo cutesy

[debbiechanclub]

Wardlow Narrative Headcanon

H’oh boy. I’m a little hot and bothered, y’all.

So absolutely no one asked for this. But. I was inspired after reading some of the headcanons @snarkwriteswrasslin​ has done and thought I’d give it a try. I’m not really sure this can be considered a *true* headcanon, because it kind of came out as a narrative/mini fic in bullet point form? But that’s what I’m calling it. And I picked Wardlow because... I mean, Wardlow.

Anywho, if there’s interest for more of these I’ve decided to open up requests for headcanons specifically because they’re much easier for me to do than fics. So ask away! (Will do AEW/WWE/NXT. I’m familiar with a few others outside of that, as well. Just ask!)

Find more of my headcanons here.

Tagging @what-does-mine-say​ ‘cause I know she wants to see this XD

Warnings: EXTREMELY suggestive, so probably 18+ and NSFW; language use.

> It started because of MJF. He would flirt with you backstage. You entertained it because you liked the attention and his cocky ~swagger~, but you weren’t really interested. He was too young. You wanted a man. A man like the one right over Maxwell’s shoulder. You could work with that.

> He could tell you were interested. It was kind of obvious, what with the way your eyes always seemed to drift toward him whenever Maxwell would start going on and on. Sometimes he’d catch you biting your lip as you looked him over--fuck, could he wear a suit--and then you’d blush and look away, embarrassed. Your pulse racing. 

> But Wardlow? He didn’t give away a damn thing--not at first. He had that strong and silent gimmick down pat; and it drove you insane. Was he that strong and silent behind closed doors? What would you have to do to get him to growl? The thought alone sent you reeling in your bed at night. Yearning.

> And, slowly but surely, you started to get a sense of something. The subtle arch of his eyebrow when he’d catch you looking again. The deliberate way he’d look you over from head to toe, like he was wondering if you could handle him. And then there was that time he’d been in the audience for your match on Dark. He’d caught your eye and licked his lips. You’d nearly fallen off the turnbuckle.

> After that, you knew he was waiting for you to make the first move. It was just a feeling you had, deep in your gut. He wanted you to come to him--and then he’d take you. It took a while for you to work up the nerve; but then one day, you just did it. You wrote your hotel room number on a slip of paper, walked right up to him, and slid it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. You’d tried to look confident--but inside, you were a nervous wreck.

> It was late when the knock came on your door. You answered in a slinky, silky camisole and pajama short set. You’d deliberated for what seemed like hours on what to wear, wondering what a man like him would find sexy. But it was only a matter of seconds before he ripped them off you. And that night you finally found out: he was just as strong and silent behind closed doors--except for those grunts and growls. God, he could probably get you off on those noises alone.

> Following that night, it was like a game between you two to keep it secret. You’d both challenge each other with a lingering look across the room, a subtle caress, until one of you would break--usually you; almost always you--and you’d have to find the nearest empty room where he’d bend you over, pick you up and pin you against a wall, dare you not to cry out and alert someone walking past to what was going on. You’d made yourself bleed from biting your lip so hard to keep quiet.

> You learned on accident how to get him going, though. Maxwell, bless his little heart, was completely oblivious to what was going on between you and his bodyguard. He still flirted with you; and, one day, you decided to flirt back, just to see what would happen. You fluttered your eyelashes and touched his arm, laughed at every self-involved thing he said. And then Wardlow gave you a look. Jealous. Territorial.

> He hadn’t acted on it right then and there. No; he’d waited until that night, purposefully drawing it out, torturing you with your own anticipation. But once he finally did act, he made sure you knew exactly who you belonged to, and you were more than willing to submit. 

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

B, M, and R for Wardlow because I’m selfish and very very very amused with these. And because I love you. Lol 😊

Oh, trust me. I totally get the greed where this big goof is concerned! Also, haha, I’m glad it amuses you, dear! Thank you for sendimg me these!! 

After this, B M and R are off the table for Wardlow, loves!

[ send me letters & wrestlers and get filth, sweet filth. ]

Warnings: 

Uh, duhhh... This is not meant for young eyes, so kiddos go outside. Don’t keep reading. This is mature content for mature audiences. (says the writer who is... about as mature as an actual child most of the time). 

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

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Wardlow;

b - body, basically what is their favorite part of their partner’s body / their own body.

Oh, he’s totally into a great ass and legs. I also kinda feel like Wardlow likes curvier / fuller figured women for whatever reason? Idk.. But yeah, there’s that. He’s all about curves... Oh and eyes. Gahhh. If you have deep or big or unusual eyes, he’s going to notice. I think that lips is another body part he’s drawn too.. That’s more than one, but fight me, those are my thoughts, lmaoo.

As far as his own body, what part ISN’T his favorite? His instagram is chock full of selfies in the mirror. The guy knows he looks good and he takes pride in his appearance, so it’s NOT a vanity thing.

m - motivation, what gets them going?

Massages. Thigh riding / sitting in his lap. Playing with the front of his shirt/walking your fingers up and down his chest. Licking or nipping at his neck or his abdomen. Pressing yourself completely against him and just melting into his body. Wrapping your legs around him. Running your foot up the inside of his legs under the table. Whispering dirty things into his ear, especially if said dirty things are accompanied by the most innocent of blushes, he’s a fucking SUCKER for blushing.

r - risk, are they willing to take risks? do they experiment at all?

Oh, he’s into risky locations. He’s not that big into experimentation. He knows what works / what you both like and that’s what he tends to stick to for the most part. Now and again, he’ll be willing to try whatever new idea you come at him with, but he’s just not a huge fan of being too experimental / pushing too many limits, especially if what you’re wanting could potentially hurt you somehow. I mean.. He’ll spank, he will use a toy or two and now and then, he’s into tying up his partner, or railing them against a mirror or something.... But that’s pretty much it.