#wardlow fluff

[deepdisireslonging]

A Not-So Subtle Start

The Reader is walking around in short shorts like a tease. But Then Wardlow realizes that’s not all you’ve got in mind to drive him wild.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: vibrating toy, former voyeurism, SMUT, oral (female receiving), teasing

Word Count: 1780

Note: It’s filth. Happy New Year!

The second you rounded the kitchen counter, you knew you were in trouble. Wardlow’s double take at your sleepwear made everything worth it.

“It’s a good thing today isn’t one of the Elite’s slumber parties,” he snagged your arm, tugging your back into his front, “or I’d carry you outta here like the barbarian you accuse me of being.”

You rolled your eyes. “As If I’d wear these anywhere outside of my apartment.” With a wriggle to get out of his grasp, you muttered, “I don’t even wear them to my parent’s house.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

The morning continued. Being both of your days off, you had nothing else to do but relax.

That is, if your “treat yourself” gift hadn’t arrived a few days ago. You’d charged it, made sure you could be comfortable wearing it and walking around, and then enacted your plan. Step one was the sleep shorts in question. They barely covered your rear, and were decorated with cute pandas.

Another pass by your love, Wardlow tugged at the hem. “How long have you had these again? And why don’t you wear them more often?”

“Because I know we’d never get out of bed if I did.” You took his coffee mug and took it to the kitchen. “They were a gift from Alex.”

Wardlow grunted, slouching on the couch. “Every time I hear you talk about Alex, I have to remind myself she was your college roommate… and not some guy whose legs I need to break.” His lips parted in a small pant as you returned. “Then I see you in those and- I need to send Alex a gift basket.” He reached for you, trying to pull you into your favorite seat, but you evaded him. He was perturbed for a minute, then relaxed into spending time with you while you started a movie.

But something kept distracting him. A humming. He couldn’t always hear it. Maybe it was part of the movie. Maybe it was the air turning on and off. If you noticed his confusion, you didn’t say anything. Just shifted a little to get comfortable.

As the movie came to a close, he’d had enough. He looked around, trying to locate the sound. While he was distracted, you placed a small remote into his hand. Wardlow’s gaze suddenly turned to face yours as you straddled his waist, just hovering above seating.

“Push the button.”

He frowned at you, looking at the remote.

You nuzzled your noses together, whispering over his lips, “push. The. Button.”

He did, and the vibration of your new not-so-subtle toy pulsed faster than before. You melted into his lap, passing the vibration from your pants to his. Wardlow groaned. His hands gripped your waist to hold you in place as his hips desperately rolled. His mouth, open and panting against your cheek, was the perfect target for your deep kiss.

“You- you had this in you. All mor- morning?”

“Mhmm.” You jolted as he pushed the button again, selecting another vibration. “Been on edge all morning for you.” Warmth was spreading through your body. You pressed against him, getting as close as fabric would allow. He met your kisses and probing hands breath for breath, and grip for grip. Your hips moved on their own, making his pelvis jump and stutter whenever they encountered the vibrations. Any minute now, you would start bouncing.

Wardlow pushed the button again, setting it on a fast, short pulse as he stood and wrapped your legs around his waist. The position pushed the front of the toy harder into your sex. You moaned, your head lolling onto his shoulder. He kept moving through the settings as he took you to your bedroom. Just as he circled back around to the first low setting, he laid you on the bed.

His eyes were bright as he watched your writhing slow while you caught your breath. He pinned you to the bed with his body, gripping your wrists in one of his hands far above your head. With the other, he held up the remote. You whimpered as he strategically moved from one pattern to another. Each time that your breathing would even, every time that you acclimated your body to one pattern, he would move on. When he circled around to the beginning again, you thought that would be it.

But it wasn’t.

Your shorts and underwear were removed, revealing the toy. Wardlow was impressed with how it was built to be discrete, completely sheathed in you while a ridge reached up to also stimulate your clit. He pressed his body close to yours, close enough for his clothed crotch to press against the toy, and to increase the pressure of the toy into your channel. Then, he started the pulse circle again. Feeling everything you did. But you’d already had a round. And you were desperate for any other kind of stimulation.

“Please, baby-“

“Hmm?” He started to rock, like he would if it was him inside you instead of a toy.

“Need- umph. I need you. Please.”

He started shifting through the pulses faster. “But you’ve got me right here, dear.” Smirking, he kissed your open, panting mouth. With a start, you realized how quickly and easily you had lost control of the surprise. “Tell me what you need.”

“Take- take it out. I want- I need you. Please.” You cried out as he landed on a particularly fast and intense pulse. You started to shiver all over.

His head tilted as he watched you. “Why would I do that? Isn’t this what you wanted? The both of us… using this toy together?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt so he could palm your chest. You arched into his hand, held back by the continuous grip on your wrists. “You act as if I didn’t know you’ve had this thing for days before you decided to share.”

The final shock of how much control you lacked hit like a brick.

“But-“

“I saw the box come in. Heard you practicing while I watched the games this weekend. Even watched you once”

The thought of Wardlow watching you through the crack of your bedroom door, while he palmed his swelling cock, sent your body into a new wave of spasms.

He leaned close to nuzzle under your jaw, pressing his crotch into the toy and pressing the toy into you, “how were the orgasms?”

You shook your head. “I- I could- Baby, please. I couldn’t have any.” You managed to breath clarity into your vision enough to see his shock. “It’s not you, darling. I need you. Please. Take it out. Fill me. Like only you can.”

Releasing your hands, Wardlow leaned back. You immediately began kneading your breasts. The toy kept buzzing. Kept working to keep you on edge as he removed his shorts, revealing his weeping cock. Pulsing, the toy kept you dripping as Wardlow took his time removing it, pushing and pulling to really make your hips roll.

When it finally popped loose, you whined with relief. Looking up, the toy was comically small in his hand. Then his eyes met yours. You almost came at the hunger you saw there. Placing the toy to one side, he started stroking his length. You parted your legs wider. Then, to your dismay, he kneeled.

“No, Wardlow, please-“

His tongue gently lapped up the mess leaking out of your hole. With the way that his thumb flicked at your clit, and how deep his fingers started to work, you worried he might drown down there. Your pleas and whines did nothing but make him speed up his ministrations. Your thighs tensed under his grip. Heat and arousal filled you, simmering into a full-body shake that left you as spent as the orgasm that sparked through you.

Pouting, you glared at your love. Wardlow wiped his mouth with a grin. Resting his hands on your stomach, he rested his chin on top to look back at you.

“Satisfied?”

You shook your head, reaching for him. “Need you.”

“But you had me. You had my tongue,” he licked up your slit, making you shiver, “my fingers. And the orgasm you weren’t able to achieve for days. What else could you want?” He moved to loom over you.

Desperately, you reached up to pull him down to your lips. “I need your cock. Please. Fill me-“

“That’s all you had to say, baby.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. Then he lined himself up with your needy sex. Both of you groaned as he filled you slowly. Despite your desperate arching to have him deeper in you sooner, Wardlow moved slow and gentle around your sensitivity. “Take it slow, baby. Let me take care of you. We’ve got the whole day.”

But when he was finally as deep as possible, you clamped your walls around him. He gasped, clawing at the sheets. The slow build that he probably had planned went out the window. Instead, you smiled as he worked up quickly to a punishing pace. Teasing you had already been a trial on his patience. You knew exactly what to do to remind him you weren’t made of glass. Crying out his name, you gave up trying to match his thrusts. He growled as your nails trailed down his back.

His thrusts came harder and faster as he chased release. You shuddered with one. But he kept going, not slowing. You whimpered. Wardlow pulled out, giving you a breather as he shifted your positions. Soon, you were on your knees and he was behind you. He picked up the same pace, nearly driving you down to the mattress except for his arm around your stomach. In front of you was your dresser. The mirror shook with how he was pounding. Or maybe it was you shaking. Either way, he looked and sounded wild, and you looked fucked within an inch of your life.

The arm around your stomach adjusted. From there, Wardlow could then circle shaking fingers around your clit. You hoarsely called out his name, pleasure overtaking you and blinding you. Above, Wardlow stuttered as your walls clamped down and he filled you. He barely had enough forethought to land to one side instead of crushing you underneath. Not that you would have cared. You were too happy to notice anything else but the glow.

A warm washcloth cleaned you up. A cool glass of water was held to your mouth. And you welcomed sinking into the disheveled sheets.

Then Wardlow’s fingers started to circle your nipples.

“What? I warned you we had all day.”

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Masterlist

 Other Domestic Smut Fics:

Adam Cole:  A Bunch of New Things  (F, S)

Baron Corbin:  Preparing for the Future (A, S, F, Breeding Kink)

Dolph Ziggler: Quite the Show (S)

Elias:  Vigorous Victorious Submissive Samson (S, F)

Kenny Omega: A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, S, F)

Roman Reigns: Such a Tease (S)

Sheamus: Getting Lucky (S, St. Patrick’s Day)

Xavier Woods: Distraction at It’s Finest (S, F)

[wwenhlimagines]

For the fall fluff could I get Matching Outfits with Wardlow?!? Please and thank you. (Bonus points for hoodies!) lol

Fall Fluff Prompts

"Babe, are you ready to go to Dynamite?"

"Yes, but you aren't ready yet."

"Oh no, what have you done now?"

You giggled as you threw a black hoodie at him, indicating he needed to put it on. He sighs and puts the hoodie on before walking over to find you standing in front of the mirror. He looks at the mirror and gets the full vision of the matching hoodies you were now wearing together.

"Oh, okay, I'll give you this one. At least it is still on brand to an extent."

You hug him, and he wraps his arms around you before pecking your lips and then your forehead. You both grab your bags and leave the hotel to go to the arena to finally see your friends for the first time in months. Once the car was parked, Wardlow got his bag, and you grabbed your purse before his fingers interlocked with yours, and you walked into the arena hand in hand.

You said hi to a few of the backstage workers on your way in, but it was Kris Statlander who stopped you in your tracks. "Y/N! I've missed you so much."

You laugh and hug her before pulling back and letting her get a good look at your hoodie. "Now those hoodies are so perfect for you two."

Orange Cassidy was walking by trying to find Kris when he saw you all standing there chatting. He walked over and smirked before fist bumping Wardlow. The two of them shared a knowing look to acknowledge the hoodies, and he calmly spoke, "Good to have you back, Wardog."

Orange and Kris went to go find Chuck and Trent as you and Wardlow went to catering. You talked to a few other wrestlers before Wardlow leaned over and kissed your temple before heading to the locker room. Anna Jay walked over and sat at the table cooing over the interaction between you and Wardlow. "You two are so adorable. True Beauty and Beast couple."

You smiled and nodded. "My plan to get to be Belle for Halloween is working then?"

Anna smirked and leaned closer to you. "Oh, I think he is already halfway there. Just gotta find the costumes."

You showed her your phone screen, which showed you had just found the costumes online, and you giggled, adding them to your cart. "He won't mind as long as he gets to be seen as strong and protective of me."

Anna pats your shoulder as she stands up to walk away, humming the tune of Beauty and the Beast.

Tags: @wardlow @wardlowsbabydoll @thesupreme316 @hooks-martin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @plentyoffandoms @mycheersricochet @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

[daddyhausen]

Can you surprise me with a random hc of Daniel Garcia?

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 DANIEL GARCIA MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — random headcannons w/ danny

「 WARNINGS 」 — none

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 220

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x daniel garcia

「 GENRE 」 — fluff

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such a sweet boy

ever the gentleman

if he sees any of your favourite things he wont hesitate to buy them for you

he likes to spoil you with gifts

he finds little trinkets and gives them to you

he once found a rock in the shape of a heart and instantly thought of you

just absolutely in love with you

told his mother about you after the first date

it was love at first sight for him

whenever he hears your name in conversation his eyes instantly light up, a soft smile creeping upon his lips

draws little shapes into your palm while holding hands

will have matching ring gear with you/ implement little designs onto his gear inspired by you

he’s does have a little jealous streak to him, but it would have to be within reason for him to feel that way

he’s clingy in an endearing way.

he needs reassurance sometimes, and you’d often find yourself on the receiving end of some redundant questioning

“are you sure you want to be with me?” or “i don’t deserve you, why are you with me?”

it breaks your heart knowing he’ll never fully believe himself to be loved

or even feel that he deserves it

all in which you list off all the reasons why you love him

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[ao3feed-mfmm]

Back to Where the Heart Lies

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QA0onOj by Elly (cozyluv) The return of Phryne and Jack to Wardlow, and how will they navigate their relationship after a year overseas Words: 4233, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson, Hugh Collins, Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Albert "Bert" Johnson, Cecil "Cec" Yates, Tobias Butler, Elizabeth MacMillan, Jane Ross (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries), Rosie Sanderson, Prudence Stanley Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Hugh Collins/Dorothy "Dot" Williams, Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Post-Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears, Jane has a cat, Baby Collins is also part of the family now, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QA0onOj

[phryneluvbot]

ok, what if I actually write a phrack fic that occurs after crypt of tears (and maybe on what would have been the plot of the other two movies - some little things with those two lovebirds explaining why they were 1 year out of australia), where they're back to wardlow and the entire family is back together, full of fluff, angst, and maybe something we'd all like to see one day from those two 👀

[thesupreme316]

Warlord and the reader celebrating their anniversary

i GOTCHUUUUUUU

Wardlow and Fem!Reader Celebrating their Anniversary: (Wardlow x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 787

Genre: Fluff

Supreme Speaks: i know that I always say this but sorry for taking too long. shoutout to @hookerforhook for allowing me to write their requests (plz keep them coming). hope everyone enjoys this one. P.S. Remember you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: none i don't think, barely proofread

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Wardlow is a sweetheart and you cannot change my mind

A very strong, tall, delicious looking, smells good, funny, charismatic sweetheart indeed

In terms of yall getting together, he would have not stopped chasing you until you agreed to date him

(Then again if you rejected this man you are crazy and we need to talk-)

Throughout your relationship, he has been very hands-on and open about everything with you

I believe he would communicate very well with you

“Baby please don’t hate me but that couch does not go with the furniture”

“Babe, it’s the sims-”

Would think about you for the majority of the day

And would get you little trinkets while he’s on the road

He’s very protective of you and hates to be away from you for long

Always tries to get you to travel with him

Overall, Wardlow is grateful for you putting up with his schedule and the demands in his life and decided to treat you for the upcoming milestone

For the anniversary he would pull out all the stops

Breakfast in bed? With your favorite flowers? And the bottomless mimosas if you wanted? (or water if that’s your style)

OKAY HEAR ME OUT He would allow you to open one gift for every meal you two eat

So he has three big gifts for you in total

(and then he’ll eat you afterward if you know what I mean)

Wants you to wear a matching color scheme with him (his favorite color is black)

Would take you to a spa day cause he got certificates to use

After a nice back massage, he’ll take you out to lunch at your favorite place

DON’T THINK THIS IS ONE-SIDED

You gifted him with a map of where ya’ll first met and a transcript of your first words to each other

He said he’s gonna put it up in y’alls living room

“Is that Leo the Lion?”

He gives you a blooming flower box like this

I don’t think he’s into doing DIY by himself so he asked the girls at work to help him with the gift and putting it together

You nearly teared up as you looked through the memories together

“Oo babe! This is when you got chased by that-”

“I thought I took that one out -_-”

Although this is a nice gift, he saved the best for last

Hours later you got redressed cause he said “It’s a fancier place”

While y’all are matching again, he blindfolds you and takes you to the location

After stumbling in your heels (cause you can’t see or if you don’t wear heels that’s cool too), he took off your blindfold and you saw a beautiful table decorated with roses and pictures of the two of you hanging up by the tree branches in a garden

You awed and squealed as tears entered your eyes yet again

He leads you to the table where your favorite meal and alcoholic (or non-alcoholic) beverage awaits

While eating, you two discussed today and future plans, ultimately deciding today was the best anniversary ever

After you finished eating, you were given a dessert with the words “Marry Me?” on it

You looked up at Wardlow in shock as he got down on one knee with a beautiful ring in his hands

(girl if you weren’t crying earlier, you’re sobbing now as I’m about to get fluffy)

“Y/N, I truly love you. I cannot imagine my life without you, and I hope I never have to go on without you in my life. You have been my rock, the one person who keeps me grounded. Today, really cemented how I feel about you and how even after three years of dating, I still get nervous and butterflies when you just look at me. Babygirl, I am in love you. God, I’m so in love with you. You are the most caring, sincere, beautiful, and intelligent person I’ve ever met. Thank you for showing me how to love you unconditionally, with passion and purity. You will always be the best part of my life. I say all that to ask, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You quickly nodded as tears streamed down your face. Wardlow got up, put the ring on your finger, and kissed you as the hired photographer took pictures of you.

Hugging you, he kissed your forehead and looked up at the sky. You felt his body shake and looked down to see him shaking his leg, you laughed at him

“Does your knee hurt?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Let’s book another massage, you old man.”

“The old man you’re gonna marry.”

Overall…Wardaddy is an amazing boyfriend who is gonna turn into a wonderful husband.

[beccalovesyu]

Masterlist <3

started: 6/6/24

last updated: 6/12/24

total fics: 2

masterlist for my fics

• Who I write for:

Wrestling -

~ men:

AEW :

- hook

- Wheeler Yuta

- Daniel Garcia

- Nick Wayne

- Austin Gunn

- Colten Gunn

- Dante Martin

- Darius Martin

- Ricky starks

- Will Osprey

- MJF

- Swerve Strickland

- Darby Allin

- Adam Page

- Danhausen

- Eddie Kingston

- Griff Garrison

- Isiah Kassidy

- Jack Perry

- Katsuyori Shibata

- Kenny Omega

- Lee Moriarty

- Max Caster

- Orange Cassidy

- Powerhouse Hobbs

- Wardlow

WWE:

- Austin Theory

- Carmelo Hayes

- Dominik Mysterio

- LA Knight

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Outer banks-

~ men:

- John B Routledge

- JJ Maybank

- Rafe Cameron

- Pope Hayward

- Barry

Stranger things -

~ men:

- Steve Harrington

- Billy Hargrove

- Eddie Munson

( even if who u want to request isn’t on my list still ask bc I prob forgot ppl + these are the ppl im most comfortable writing for so I might still do people off the list < 3 )

How to request: go to my page and press the “ Hey 💋 ” button put 1. Who you want me to write for 2. What genre 3. U can go into detail if u want 🫶

(S)= smut

(A)= Angst

(F)= fluff

AEW:

HOOK: Hooked on a feeling (F) (A) [ pt.1 ]

Nick Wayne the secret (F)

WWE:

OUTER BANKS:

STRANGER THINGS:

[thepaintedlady00]

Burden chapter 9 sneak peek vote!

Since there won't be a chapter this week y'all will get 2 sneak peeks (1 now and 1 next week) as well as a chapter playlist and a blurb or two of cut content (Dream & Daunt fluff and Lucienne, Jessamy & Daunt content as well as a Puck & Dream moment 😂)

So, you know how this goes. Pick one:

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

!!! Okay but take smitten Wardlow with his gf actually getting seriously hurt by Max or Spears 🙌

An Eye For An Eye (Wardlow x Reader)

Warnings: suggestive, mention of injury

Tonight was the night the second of your boyfriend's labors took place. He had a huge smile on his face as the both of you walked through the hallways backstage.

"You're in an awfully good mood for someone who's handcuffed. Again. Outside of the bedroom." You teased him, but he just chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I be, princess? You're here with me, I get to kick Spears' ass tonight, and then will finally snap MJF's neck on Sunday. What's not to like?" He halted and leaned down to your height. "And last night was an exception, even though I enjoyed it, love. Tonight, I am in charge again." He added, quickly pecking your lips before standing up straight again, laughing at your pouty face. If you're being honest, you enjoyed it the other way round, too. Contrary to his in-ring persona, your Wardlow was a soft teddy bear who probably cared way too much for you. He'd do anything to keep you happy, at any given situation.

He was nervous when you told him you wanted to come along with him for this episode of Dynamite. You never know what the sick, twisted mind of Friedman had planned. But he also never could say no to you. So here he was, keeping you as close as possible to him, always keeping an eye out for MJF or Shawn Spears.

There was still some time to kill for the two of you, so you asked if he wanted to grab a bite in catering. He wasn't hungry, but he knew that this was your way of telling him you were. "Sure, love, let's go." Then he smiled at you. "You'll have to feed me though, you know..." He said while waving his tied hands in front of you.

"It will be my pleasure, baby." You wanted to kiss him once more, but even as you stood on your toes, you were still not tall enough to reach up to his face, so you gently pulled him down to your height and passionately kissed your man.

Damn, you were gonna be the death of him, he knew it. He could get lost in your embrace.

When you started dating, this feeling made him very uneasy. He had never felt so vulnerable around anyone before. It took him some time to adjust to the new situation, but once he did, he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved that he could be who he truly was around you and not be afraid of feeling not good enough or weak. You loved him with all your heart, with all his flaws. And he loved you the same way.

Your lips were still connected when you heard someone making pig noises behind you. Wardlow immediately broke away from you and glared in his direction. "Get lost, Spears." He growled at his former stable-mate. Just as he wanted to get between you and Shawn, MJF approached him from the other side. "Awww, how adorable. You even brought your little piglet to witness your demise." The taunt in his voice made you sick to your stomach. Wardlow turned to him, fury radiating off his body. "You better keep her out of this, unless you want your name engraved on a tombstone."

Maxwell just laughed at him, and the next thing Wardlow heard was you yelling at him to watch out. Spears had tried to hit him with a chair, but thanks to you, he turned back again just in time. With one swift movement, he had caught the chair mid-air and again growled at Spears, who just stood there bewildered. The chairman tried to get control over his weapon of choice again, but your boyfriend wouldn't let go of it either. They went back and forth pulling at the chair until Spears finally got a hold of it after a specifically rough pull.

The next thing you knew was that your face collided with his elbow which sent you flying backwards against the concrete wall as you hit your head pretty bad. Your vision went blurry, but you could still hear the utter shock in your boyfriend's voice. "Princess! Oh no, no, no..." He kneeled down next to you and held your face in his hands, caressing your already swollen cheek. "Are you okay? Look at me, can you see right? Are you dizzy?" A lot of mixed emotions could be recognized in his trembling voice, panic being the most prominent.

"Y-yeah, but it's getting better. My eye hurts really bad though." You answered truthfully and put your palm over your eye. "That was one solid elbow." You tried to joke but Wardlow wasn't in the mood for a laugh. When he turned around to face the men that had caused your pain, he realized they had made an escape. Good for them, because he would have broken their backs.

You could feel his blood boiling, and put your hand on his upper arm. Your touch immediately relaxed him, at least a little, and he turned back to you. "Come on, let's get you checked by medical. Can you get up? I'd carry you, princess but these damn handcuffs..." You smiled at him as he helped you get up from the cold floor as best as he could. Once you were standing, you hooked your arm around his and let him guide you to the medical rooms. You wouldn't admit it to him, but this time, it wasn't just a loving gesture, no, you actually needed his support.

When the doctor checked on you, Wardlow wouldn't leave your side, always holding your hand. The diagnose hit him like a brick to his face: a light concussion, and a black eye with pretty bad bruising. As soon as the doctor left to get you an ice pack, you turned to your boyfriend and squeezed his hand softly. His anger was gone and replaced by something new: guilt.

"Baby, it's not your fault. It's not even Spears' fault. It was a stupid accident. Wrong time, wrong place. But I am fine." When he just stared at the floor, you caressed his cheek before moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you.

"I am fine, baby." You repeated before softly pressing your lips on his. He sighed into the kiss. When you pulled apart, you whispered to him. "The only downside of this is that you have to go easy on me tonight, love."

"Don't worry, princess, I'll be gentle." He replied, a smug grin now on his face. He knew he would get all of this built up frustration out of his system before, when he faced Shawn Spears in the ring. Oh, he'd make him suffer for what he did to you...

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Wardlow Masterlist

Necklace (smut drabble)

In the Middle of the Night (smut)

[deepdisireslonging]

A Stranger in My Head

The reader has been having strong headaches, so Wardlow plans a getaway trip. He has to leave her alone for a bit, and she comes face-to-face with something dangerous and jealous.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: horror, cw blood (tiny cut on reader’s thumb), body switching, SMUT (consensual non-consent aspect on Wardlow’s part), bondage, voyeurism

Word Count: 3350

Note: The song “Stranger in My House” by Tamia came over my radio this week, and I really misheard the lyrics. But, I got a spooky fic out of it. This is dark!fic my loves, so please read and heed the warnings. Otherwise, happy reading. And please comment and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Wardlow’s truck jostled again over the bumpy road. Give the man a paycheck, and he may save for a bit, but then…choices were made. You couldn’t be mad though. That smile as he took you both through the woods to your secret retreat meant the world.

Maybe it was the road, maybe it was the work stress catching up, but you rubbed your forehead. Again, a searing headache had split between your eyes. They’d been getting worse for weeks. Sometimes so strong, that you didn’t remember what activities you did after the pain puttered away. The gaps in your memory hadn’t made you miss anything important. But as people began to notice your spaciness, Wardlow planned the trip. Squinting, you took out your make-up compact.

“We are heading into the wilderness to get away from cameras and social media, and you’re checking how you look?” Wardlow grinned over at you, placing his hand on your thigh. Before turning his eyes back to the road, he added, “you look fine, babe.”

You shook your head. “I’m hardly that vain. It’s the headaches again. Though, can a girl be worried that she’s going to come back from vacation with wrinkles?”

While the two of you laughed, the truck went over a rougher-than-usual bump. The compact went flying, as well as your drinks. The interior was in chaos as the cabin finally pulled into view. Curses and giggles notwithstanding, cleaning out the truck of the mess wasn’t the best way to start your retreat. And your mirror was broken, too. One of the shards cut your thumb when you were gathering the pieces. You made light of the loss before Wardlow could get it into his mind to drive all the way back to town to get you a new one. He helped you unload, glancing at you worriedly from time to time as your energy drained. When the last towel was in place, and the last comfy t-shirt was in the drawers, you flopped onto the living room couch.

You grimaced. Everything was too bright. Since when did light sound like ringing? Gratefully, you took the glass of water Wardlow handed you. “Thank you.” You sipped while he quietly read the book he’d been putting off for months. You already knew the ending but kept your promise not to spoil anything until you could discuss it as a couple. He reached a spicy bit, arching his eyebrows and shooting you a look.

“Does this… tome explain why you’ve been so,” he bobbed his head back and forth, searching for the right word, “enthusiastic here of late?”

A sly grin hid behind your poker face. “When I’ve got a man like you, I hardly need the stimuli. But… it’s been inspirational to maybe a few things.”

He was just running his hand up your leg when the headache stabbed you again. Against your best efforts, you grimaced. Wardlow’s leer turned into a frown. “Which bag was the medicine in?”

“Should be the little red one. I think it’s in my toiletries case.”

The pain continued to throb as he searched. Across the room, the reflection of your agony caught in the chrome gilding of the fireplace and in the shine of the blank TV. Focusing on it made the pain recede a bit, but it came back in full force when your love walked in.

“It’s not there. Or in anything of mine. I saw it last sitting on the bed this afternoon. Maybe-“

“Fuck.” You sunk into the pillows. “It’s still there. I had the thought to grab it before we left, but something else came up.” You tried to sit up, “there was nothing else important in it, just-“ The pain blinded you like a car with its high beams on full. You fell back with a gasp.

Wardlow took your hand, letting you squeeze it as long and hard as you needed while you fought. “I don’t want to abandon you so soon into our trip, but… it won’t be the relaxing get-a-way if you don’t have something for all that.”

“It’s twenty minutes just back to the main road.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll drive like the wind… without getting pulled over. Promise.”

Before he left, he lit the fire, making sure to tuck a fluffy blanket around your legs too. And he refilled your glass. With one last kiss, he was gone. You heard the squeal of his tires and had to chuckle. If he wasn’t careful, those tires would be shredded within a month.

The quietness of the cabin enveloped you more than the blanket or the warmth from the fire. Somewhere, a clock ticked, setting an easy pace to breathe by. The pain began to recede to a manageable dull rhythm. Cracking open your eyes, you looked at your purse’s spilled contents on the coffee table. The medicine hadn’t been in there either. And your compact was sticky with spilled coffee. But that would be tomorrow’s problem. You settled into the couch, wondering if you should let yourself drift to sleep.

Something else enveloped you: the feeling of being watching.

You’re just messing with yourself. You’re alone in a strange house, and those horror movies you like to snuggle up to Wardlow with are messing with your nerves.

No matter how many times you said it to yourself, the feeling didn’t go away.

Slowly, you sat up, looking around the room.

“Hello?” you called out.

Of course, no one answered.

You thought about calling Wardlow, just to be comforted by his voice. Unfortunately, the wilderness wasn’t known for its cell service. That was kind of the point for going out there. The cabin did have an emergency phone. But calling the rangers didn’t sound like a good idea when you weren’t sure yet if there was actually anybody in the house except you.

Come on. You’re a wrestler. You’ve gotten yourself out of stickier scrapes than this.

As quietly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blanket and went into the kitchen. The large chef’s knife slid smoothly out of the wooden display. There were only six rooms in the house besides the garage. And you had already seen the kitchen and living room. Technically, you’d seen two more, but you prepared yourself to check the master bedroom and bath again.

The hallway between the shared spaces and the bedrooms was decorated with picturesque views of the mountains. And a mirror with a frame made to look like golden branches. No windows, which you appreciated. Nothing like the dark expanse outside to get your blood pumping. You switched on the lights as suddenly as you could with each room you visited. Maybe your unknown fellow tenant would be caught unaware, or the flash would reveal their hiding spot.

The light revealed nothing.

It wasn’t until you passed the hallway mirror for the third time that you noticed it.

At first, you kept going. Because that would be impossible.

But the silver disk drew you in. You observed yourself, looking for the evidence of what you suspected.

The reflected you followed your every motion. Your smiles. Your wrinkles when you scrunched up your face. Rubbing you hand over your forehead, you noted that your headache was gone.

Your reflection’s relaxed smile took on a sharper edge than the smile on your face.

Your lips moved, and your voice spoke. But the words were not yours.

“Took you long enough.” Your reflection crossed her arms, crossing yours too. “I’ve been working on you for weeks. How lucky that we married a man who plans remote vacations when we need to clear our head.”

In the mirror, your eyes burned with questions on your end, and a smug knowing on hers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” She spread your arms in a stretch. “And all it took was a bump. The wives’ tales got it wrong; seven years of bad luck isn’t the worse thing that can happen with a broken mirror.”

Holding your gaze, she bit into the wound on your thumb. What should have been a short sharp pain was nothing more than the acknowledgement of pressure. She held your hand up to the glass, pressing it against hers in the reflection. You shuddered. The next time you blinked, your world shifted. Everything was backwards and wrong. In your stomach, butterflies flipped. She wasn’t doing any better. But when she steadied herself, she made sure to balance herself on the wall instead of the glass.

More than earlier, you realized how much she controlled your movements. She tested out her limbs. Twirling and swinging them, watching your face contort in horror as the sensation sunk in.

You didn’t weigh a thing. Like you were floating. Your feet were on the ground of your reflected world, but they didn’t feel the pressure. A marionette without visible strings, or even the pinch points where they would control you. You were just a reflection.

“Why?” Nothing of your voice came out, but she saw you anyway.

“Because I wanted to feel everything you do. Did you realize that when you’re not in a room with a reflective surface, I don’t exist? And when there’s barely anything to reflect on, I’m barely- Actually. Instead of me describing it, why don’t I just show you?” She stepped to one side of the mirror, stopping in front of one of the nature picture frames.  

You were hollow. There was nothing under your skin except the faded view of your mirrored world. She looked down so you could look at your hands, what was left of them. The reflection’s hardwood floor was visible through your body.

“Now you’ll know what I’ve had to put up with our whole lives!” She rushed room to room, frame to frame and mirror to mirror. Each distance between reflective surfaces you blipped in and out of time. Blinking in and out of existence. She could have run around in minutes, or could have toyed with you for an hour. You wouldn’t know.

Now that she had your voice, your reflection liked to hear herself talk.

“Wanna know how I came up with this plan? Do you remember the mirrored closet doors in our second dorm room? That roommate was never home, so we had the nights to ourselves, figuring out what we liked and what go us… hot.” She twirled over to the stainless-steel fridge. Your blurry image heard her speak like listening through water. “Then you met that hunk, and kept him all to yourself, you whore!”

Her movements were twitchy. Even though she had your body, it was hers to control for the first time. She learned more and more of how to move it with each passing minute. The frat-boy jump over the couch was her final test of her range of motion. You sat on the copy-couch at the angle of the TV.

“All those nights of practice and you couldn’t be bothered to put up a mirror in your bedroom. Even your boudoir is in a separate room! I couldn’t get anything. Just faded ins and outs from my view in the picture frames. It’s not enough, let me tell you. So, I planned a way to get out. I knew it was possible because of your coworker’s reflections. Sometimes, before they go to the ring, the reflections would… take over themselves, and give promos and really get to the heart of what your friends wanted the most. MJF, Athena, even Jungle Boy has let loose a few times here of late. The ‘world selves’ as we’ve named them, aren’t always happy. When they get out, they can’t tell anybody; nobody would believe them. But, because no one has figured out how to maintain the control, they’ve always had to revert.”

She leaned in, staring through your faded form.

“I’m going to be the first.”

The usually comforting sound of Wardlow’s truck approaching only brought you dread. She was delighted. Carefully, she rearranged herself in the position he left you. She took a big swig from the glass, almost choking. Slower, she practiced swallowing again.

She gave you one last jab to hurt you. “You know how you’ve been forgetful these past few weeks? They were test runs. And the books? We have them because I wanted them. And Wardlow is going to get to experience those… inspirations. My way.”

Just as he walked through the door, she laid back into the pillows as if asleep. Your world blinked out, because she couldn’t see you. And with it, your view of Wardlow blinked out. She kept her eyes shut as he checked up on you… her.

“Still feeling bad?” He kissed her forehead, which you couldn’t feel.

“Yeah. Can we turn in early tonight? If you’ll get the bed ready, I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure.”

He was halfway out of the room when she opened her eyes.

What followed as a devious dance. She took pains to avoid sharing reflections with him just to deprive you like you had deprived her. While he was in the bathroom, she took down the master bedroom picture frames one by one, hiding them in the closet until the nightstand clockface was the only reflection left. It was small, making her loom over you like a boot over an anthill. Even that she turned towards the wall, shrouding it in darkness. The next thing you could see was her entering the bathroom. She closed and locked the door.

Glancing at you, she went into your things and dug out the lingerie set you’d hidden as a surprise. Still new to your fingers, she fumbled with the ribbons and ties. Never once did she succumb to the temptation to let you through for a second so she could accomplish her task. Part of you knew that if she accomplished the rest of tonight, you would be stuck like this for a long time.

She winked at you before unlocking the door. She called out, “thank you for driving all that way for me. I feel so much better. Do you mind if I thank you?” The door sung open. You heard Wardlow gasp as she was backlit in his favorite set. Turning off the light, she left the bathroom.

But while she’d been gone, Wardlow had turned the clock around. It was perfectly angled to reflect back into the bathroom, giving you a larger if angled view.

Wardlow hummed in surprise as she slid her fingers up the back of his neck into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He frowned at the end. Something was off about it, but then her hands were sliding down his sweats and palming at the heat there. Bit by bit, she revealed every inch of him. He gladly let her push him back onto the bed. She sat on his chest, guiding his hands to run over her body as much as he liked. His hands, large and warm, made her cant and pant. Spreading her legs wider, the crotchless panties parted, helped along by Wardlow’s fingers.

You could feel some of it. Like a wet dream, it was knowing that the sensation was there that made it torture. A hollow version of Wardlow sat under you. But blurry, and only what you could see under her movements. Nothing of his face. The actual heat was replaced by the coolness and separation of the mirror. Now you knew why she was so irate. How many years had you edged her like this? The hum was there, but it was never going to be enough to cum.

She must have hid the ropes you brought after she took everything down. Wardlow chuckled as she tied them around his wrists and the headboard. Then she took her sweet time kissing her way up and down his body. His groans and soft murmured praise made her smile against his skin. Gently, she handled his cock until he was begging for more. Finally, she moved back to her earlier position over his lap. He watched her, enraptured as she sank onto his cock, throwing her head back and fully experiencing the stretch and heat and pleasure of it all. When she was ready, she began to bounce.

Wardlow encouraged her. “Just like that, baby. You feel so good.” He pulled at the ropes, wanting more than anything to touch.

But everything was about her. Desire moved her faster and faster until words failed him. He came, shuddering and flexing under her. But when he tried to calm down, she began bouncing again. She hadn’t cum, yet.

“Baby?”

Faster and faster, she chased her own racing endorphins. Reaching down, she toyed with her clit. As much as Wardlow was enjoying the show, he tried to focus through the pleasure-pain of over stimulation. She ignored his pleas, even when he shuddered with another release. Still, she kept moving.

She going to keep going, even if it hurts him.

“Darling, come on.” Wardlow’s voice wavered. “Cum for me, please. This… it’s too much.”

“Just a bit more.” She reached up and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples.

You punched the mirror enraged. This was going too far. If she hurt him, she’d never know how to pick up the pieces and you would lose him. But what could you do? Slumping against the glass, you noticed a tiny crack where you punched it. Pressing your thumb to it, the crack lengthened as a drop wavered down. You hit it again, and the crack fractured in tiny directions.

Wardlow was bucking now, trying to move her off. But she kept going. Even when he managed to get a hand free, it wasn’t enough.

Each punch hurt like a bitch, but you had to keep going. Filling yourself with every bit of strength you had left you punched the glass one more time. It broke.

You flew back, off Wardlow’s lap and off the bed like you had been struck by lightning. Feeling the ground beneath you, and the weight of you on the ground, you took a deep chest-wracking breath.

“Babe?” Wardlow freed himself of the other rope. He met you on the floor, wrapping you in a blanket. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to buck you off that hard.”

“You didn’t.” The words felt foreign in your mouth. “I- I jumped off. I’m sorry. It’s-“

“Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself,” he helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, “but can we talk first before trying stuff like that?”

Nodding, you rasped, “of course.”

Wardlow watched you, noting how you weren’t really focused on being in the room. And how you were staring into space through the floor. “Hey,” he said, softer. “Are you okay? Did you have another blank moment?”

You swallowed. “Of a sort. Depending on how the morning comes, they shouldn’t happen anymore.” The weight lifted off your chest, and you breathed deep. “The headaches will be gone too.”

He tilted his head, confused.

Nobody would ever believe you.

Glancing at the clock face, you pushed away the threat. “I’ll explain in the morning.” You cupped your hand around his cheek. Feeling him felt good. “I’m sorry about tonight. It won’t happen again.”

He placed his hand over yours. “Everything is okay.”

A forehead kiss never felt better than in that moment.

After applying lotion to his wrists and making him lay down, you went into the bathroom. She was there, livid as a hurricane. You filled the cup by the sink with water. A drop of blood fell onto the porcelain. As you looked at your thumb, your reflection silently screamed. The wound pulled itself back together. Like it had never been. Your reflection snapped back to mirroring your actions perfectly. The glass of water was the first step of Wardlow’s aftercare. And the first step of taking the next day to explain what happened.

When you got home, Wardlow agreed to putting up a mirror in the bedroom.

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Masterlist 

Other Horror Fics:

Aleister Black - Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

Finn Balor - Sister in Arms (Short Series)

Jon Moxley - Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror)

Roman Reigns - Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

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Dean Winchester

      - Not Only in Dreams (Demon!Dean, A, S)

     - Simple Demon, Simple Pleasures (Demon!Dean, S)

Sam Winchester

     - A Goodbye Ride (A, S, Tw: Dub-Con) 

     - On the Knife’s Edge (S, Dark!Fic)

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel 

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Bucky Barnes - Caught in Moonlight (Kink: Werewolf AU; S)

Steve Rogers - To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

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Dick Grayson - The Best of Darkness (S)

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

How cute!! 🥰

For the fall fluff could I get Matching Outfits with Wardlow?!? Please and thank you. (Bonus points for hoodies!) lol

Fall Fluff Prompts

"Babe, are you ready to go to Dynamite?"

"Yes, but you aren't ready yet."

"Oh no, what have you done now?"

You giggled as you threw a black hoodie at him, indicating he needed to put it on. He sighs and puts the hoodie on before walking over to find you standing in front of the mirror. He looks at the mirror and gets the full vision of the matching hoodies you were now wearing together.

"Oh, okay, I'll give you this one. At least it is still on brand to an extent."

You hug him, and he wraps his arms around you before pecking your lips and then your forehead. You both grab your bags and leave the hotel to go to the arena to finally see your friends for the first time in months. Once the car was parked, Wardlow got his bag, and you grabbed your purse before his fingers interlocked with yours, and you walked into the arena hand in hand.

You said hi to a few of the backstage workers on your way in, but it was Kris Statlander who stopped you in your tracks. "Y/N! I've missed you so much."

You laugh and hug her before pulling back and letting her get a good look at your hoodie. "Now those hoodies are so perfect for you two."

Orange Cassidy was walking by trying to find Kris when he saw you all standing there chatting. He walked over and smirked before fist bumping Wardlow. The two of them shared a knowing look to acknowledge the hoodies, and he calmly spoke, "Good to have you back, Wardog."

Orange and Kris went to go find Chuck and Trent as you and Wardlow went to catering. You talked to a few other wrestlers before Wardlow leaned over and kissed your temple before heading to the locker room. Anna Jay walked over and sat at the table cooing over the interaction between you and Wardlow. "You two are so adorable. True Beauty and Beast couple."

You smiled and nodded. "My plan to get to be Belle for Halloween is working then?"

Anna smirked and leaned closer to you. "Oh, I think he is already halfway there. Just gotta find the costumes."

You showed her your phone screen, which showed you had just found the costumes online, and you giggled, adding them to your cart. "He won't mind as long as he gets to be seen as strong and protective of me."

Anna pats your shoulder as she stands up to walk away, humming the tune of Beauty and the Beast.

Tags: @wardlow @wardlowsbabydoll @thesupreme316 @hooks-martin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @plentyoffandoms @mycheersricochet @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

[daddyhausen]

hey, could you do prompt 24 from the dialogue list with damian priest, please? 💓💓

• playful — damian priest •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { damian priest masterlist }

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{ summary } — despite your desperate attempt to not be late for work, damian decides to mess with you

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 177

{ pairing } — fem!reader x damian priest

{ genre } — fluff

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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

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{ 24 } — “i’m going to strangle you”, “you can’t even reach my neck”

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you chased him around the living room

although adoring the deep rumble of his laughter

you did not want to be late for your meeting

“damian i swear to god, i’m going to strangle you!”

in his hand he dangled your bra, high enough so that it was just out of reach of your grasp

“c’mon give me my bra back, you bastard!”

“firstly, you can’t even reach my neck” he began

“secondly, you’re gonna have to come and get it”

his taunts proved futile to your efforts, having to jump to even attempt reaching it

“if i’m late because of you, i’m going to kill you”

“c’mon mami, we both know they look so much better without it”

in an attempt to cup the swell of your breasts in his large palm

he let his guard down, allowing you to finally grab your bra from his grasp

“that’s it, you ain’t getting nothing tonight”

he furrowed his eyebrows in faux sadness, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind

“you can be so cruel to me sometimes”

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[ao3feed-mfmm]

Murmurs Memories and Moving On

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tSJvVLB by LittleBird1223 Rosie is staying at Wardlow during the Sanderson trial, and everyone has time to reflect. Words: 3662, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Rosie Sanderson, Jack Robinson, Phryne Fisher, Tobias Butler Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Jack Robinson/Rosie Sanderson Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Friendship/Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tSJvVLB

[ava-valerie]

Hello my goergous girl

Can I have Best friends to lovers with wardlow for your Valentine’s requests please 😘😘

Yes sweetheart 💖 It was a pleasure writing this 🥺

Wardlow: Friends to Lovers Scenario

It can't be that hard, you thought.

Just tell him about the feelings and see what happens? A rejection is better than never taking a chance. Is it? IS IT?

Wardlow leaned down and waved his ridiculously large hand in front of your face as he noticed that you had zoned out. It happened more often lately, especially in his presence.

Stupid feelings.

„Are you okay? Did I hurt you, or anything?“ He murmured rather concerned and you tensed up, thinking that he meant your emotional level.

It took another second until you realized that he was talking about the in ring work, since you were practicing together. A rush of relief, but also disappointment, made your muscles relax and you sighed.

„I'm good, just a little… eh! It's Valentine's day and I'm here to work on my wrestling skills. That's kind of sad, don't you think?“ You quietly explained and he raised an eyebrow as he always did.

STUPID FEELINGS!

A smirk appeared on Wardlows face and he walked a few steps back in the ring, spreading his arms.

„Imagine I'm Valentine. Kick my ass, if you can!“ He barked out a short and very teasing laugh. If that wasn't the most adorable offer to get all the frustration out!

You caught him off guard as you sprinted towards and jumped on him, causing the both of you to fall down with you landing on top of his broad frame.

„Got you, Mr. Valentine Mayhem!“ You giggled, but then your face got serious while you were looking at him.

„Wardlow, I-"

His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you down, cutting you off before you could finish the sentence. The moment when your mouths connected felt like a million sparkles inside your body, and his lips were so damn soft.

In the silence of the gym he whispered.

„I don't want to be your friend anymore. I want to be your man"

[archbishop-of-maxlow]

the pictures / the drawings / gifs are mine