#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.

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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

[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

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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). i know my username is atrocious, pls leave me alone

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

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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.

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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

[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

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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.

[lizzieehearts]

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

[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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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can I request a sickfic! with Kota Ibushi please?

Hey, unfortunately I don’t write about Kota but I do write about the following wrestlers

Hangman Adam Page

Billy Gunn

BCC/ Deathriders

Cash Wheeler

Christian Cage

Chuck Taylor

Clark Connors

CM Punk

Darby Allin

David Finlay

Drilla Moloney

El Phantasmo

The Elite

Kenny Omega

Nick Jackson

Nic Nemeth

Matt Jackson

Jay White

Jon Moxley

PAC

Samoa Joe

Swerve Strickland

Wardlow

Zack Sabre Jr

You can send me a request for any of these wrestlers if you would like. Also check my MASTERLIST for any other info :)y

[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

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif

@sassymox

@champbucks

@hungmanhorsecarriage

@wardl0w

@ryantaylorgirl

@dilfmoxley

@hotyeehawman

@gabbynorth98

@bec0m

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

@daddyslittlevillain

@rubyred1980

[ faq | masterlist | tag list doc ]

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.

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Glad I could be of service love 😘

This turned out adorable and amazing!!

Soooo... Wardaddy won... Can i get some celebratory shenanigans with him? 🥵

Because celebrating with the big man is always a surprise 👀

Shout out to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for helping me out and giving some different ideas (that I ended up pairing together) since none of my ideas sounded cool enough. Love you 💋

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Michael is a “go big or go home” kind of guy

So when he won the TNT title he waited until he was back at home with you to properly celebrate his victory

And although it took you a while to be together again due to his crazy schedule, once he was finally home he took you out for a proper celebration night

Your first stop was at your favorite place: Mario’s restaurant - the authentic Italian beach restaurant: Dal Nord Al Sud.

Yours and Michael’s favorite restaurant ever since you got together and where you go to - at least - once a month for some comfort, delicious food that’s full of carbs and love.

The - usually full - place is strangely empty, and the frown between your eyebrows disappears when Michael whispers “I rented the restaurant. I wanted to be just the two of us tonight”

“But Mario never closes his restaurant for private celebrations” You spoke in awe

“He did it for us” He shrugged “Told you he had a crush on you” Michael winked and chuckled before he took a sip of the red wine while lacing your fingers together.

Before you realized, it was way past midnight and soon you were back home.

Krypto came to welcome you by the door and you were so caught up with the dog’s messy kisses that you didn’t even notice Michael going to the backyard.

“Mike?” You called once, frowning when there was no response back. Looking down at Krypto beneath you, you asked “Where’s daddy, baby? Can you find him for mommy?”

The dog barked once and soon ran towards the backyard, always looking behind to make sure you were following him outside.

“Michael? What are you doing ou-” The words died on your throat when your eyes stopped at your fiancé and more precisely what was beside him.

“Shut the fuck up!” You gasped loudly before a wide smile took over your lips “NO WAY!” You ran towards Michael and threw yourself in his arms while he spun you around.

“I knew this was how you'd react” He laughed and kissed your cheek as you stared at the giant moon bounce in front of you.

“How?”

“Told you we were gonna celebrate this title win in style, muffin” Michael chuckled while placing you down on the floor. “We’re doing this our style: lots of food, some fun at home followed by mind blowing sex ” He distributed soft pecks all over your face before cupping your cheeks and capturing your lips in a deep, sensual kiss.

Michael’s hands roamed through your body and when he grabbed two handfuls of your ass, Krypto softly bit the back of his hand “Hey, she’s my woman, not yours!”

“Poor thing” You cooed and Michael smirked while pulling you closer to him. The prideful smirk was soon replaced by a scowl when he noticed you were talking to Krypto.

“Oh, he’s the poor thing?! So I get assaulted in my own house and you think he’s the victim?!”

You held back a laugh at Michael’s frown as you continued to pet Krypto’s head “Oh please! I’ve seen him bite you harder when you play wrestle” You rolled your eyes before chuckling “Plus, he’s just a bit jealous” You squatted down beside Krypto and began to give him kissed “You were just jealous, right baby? Yes you were! My good boy was just defending mommy, like the little gentleman that he is” The baby talk made Krypto’s tail wiggle so fast that it was hitting Michael’s shin. “Who’s my good boy? You’re my good boy! I love you”

“Are you and your boyfriend done?” Michael sighed behind you

“Why don't you go lay down on your comfy bed upstairs, bubba? Go on, go get some rest” You cooed and Krypto barked once before running back inside the house.

“Now, my other boy” You turned around and pulled Michael closer to you by his wrists “Oh, c’mon. Are you jealous too?”

Michael pouted before nodding in agreement. Your hands caressed his torso and a small chuckle left your lips “Aww, my poor baby. What can I do to make you feel better?” Without waiting for a response, you pulled Michael inside the moon bounce with you.

“Well…we could make this thing bounce” He smirked before covering your body with his huge frame “Test out our balance, you know”

Your hands instantly began to undo the buttons of his light blue dress shirt “How?”

Michael wiggled his eyebrows and grinned “Wanna see how long we can hold it in doggy style without falling face first on the floor?”