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Oh how I have missed those wolves howling

I'm not crying... you're crying.

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Wardlow 🐺

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Jade 👑

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[plentyoffandoms]

Everybody's Free (Part 23)

Wardlow x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist ♡ Everybody's Free Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @allelitewrestlings 2nd gif @tearsofasaiyan

Story idea by @lghockey

WC: 1173

Summary: F/Reader is friends with Sammy & everyone in the Inner Circle. She is also a member of his vlog squad. They found out she has a secret boyfriend & they try to figure out who it is.

WARDLOW'S POV:

Being at home these last few weeks has been just what I needed. I needed to be home with my family, to be around YN and the kids.

When they would cry in the middle of the night, I was right there, doing what needed to be done. The first night I was home, YN found me bringing Autumn to my chest as I lifted her out of her crib.

"You know you can sleep, baby," I whispered to YN as I noticed her standing there, watching me.

"As can you. This is your first night at home, relax." She said as she walked towards me. She leaned down and kissed me and then Autumn's head.

But then Austin decided he didn't want to be left out and started to cry. As I fed Autumn, I watched as YN took care of Austin's needs.

Once the two of them finally fell back to sleep, YN and I went back to our bed, falling fast asleep and ready to be woken up by our babies when they finally decide to wake up for the day.

My time off was spent with my extended family as well. My Mom decided to throw a Family Reunion while I was off. YN and I had it at our place as we have the property to hold everyone, and we also figured that if the Twins needed a nap, we could just put them down for a nap.

I caught up with my cousins who I was close with growing up and couldn't come to the wedding due to work, but I kept one eye on YN and the other eye on the Twins.

My sisters had them and were showing them off. "Hey, Mike?"

"Yeah, Andy?" I turned to look at my cousin.

"Remember when we were growing up and you always said that you would never marry, never have any kids."

"Yeah, I remember that."

"What changed?" My other cousins stopped their conversations to listen. These were the ones who were like siblings to me.

"I met her. As you all know, YN was best friends with Sammy, the guy who has been causing us trouble since he found out we got together."

"Yeah." "Yes." "Oh, yeah." Were their responses.

"During our one match, I got a bit too rough with Sammy and YN came to give me a piece of her mind. She told me off and I believe I fell for her right then and there, but then she was gone."

I took a sip of my drink and continued talking.

"Then it was the AEW holiday party and she was there. I followed her around like a lost puppy until it was just the two of us. We agreed to be friends, but that didn't last long."

"But when did you know she was the one? You have dated plenty in the past and then we found out you were serious and thinking of asking her to marry you." Andy told me.

I looked over at my Mom as the conversation I had with her was still very clear in my mind.

"It was near the end of our fourth date. Movies, dinner and a walk on the beach. It was all going perfectly, and then it started to rain. Most people were running away from the beach and I was about to as well, and I looked over at YN and her head was back, her eyes closed and her arms were out. Her hair and makeup were ruined and she never looked more beautiful to me. It was at that moment I knew she was the one. She makes me a better man. After we went our separate ways," I was interrupted by my cousin June.

"You didn't walk her home?"

"Couldn't at the time. We were still keeping it a secret. Anyways, I called my Mom that night and told her I am going to marry YN."

"Who knew Michael Wardlow would turn soft." Another cousin said as he shook his head and took a sip of his beer.

"Can still kick your ass Brandon and don't you forget it."

~

As soon as everyone was gone and the babies were asleep, we crashed and woke up when we could hear the first cries from just the other room.

~

After the Family Reunion, YN and I stayed home until we became too cooped up. We decided to do a family day. We went to the park and I must say I looked pretty damn good walking around with both babies strapped to me, one on my chest and the other one on my back.

Fans came up and asked for autographs and a few photos, which I did away from YN, Autumn and Austin.

And as the day was drawing to a close, I posted a photo of the four of us, but as YN was smiling at my phone, I was looking at her, not believing that this is my life now.

SAMMY GUEVARA'S POV:

"So Sammy, I heard you went to the Wardlow's property. Am I correct?" Karla, my therapist asked me.

I wanted to lie. I have lied about everything else when I have been here. Just trying to say what I think she will want to hear so I can be done with this nonsense.

But there was evidence I was there uninvited. Tony showed me the photo of me on the stairs and YN standing a ways back.

"Yes, I did."

"Even though you were asked to stay away from them?"

"Yes." I practically seethe through my teeth.

"Sammy, we must get to the issue here, the main issue and stop saying what you think I want to hear."

My eyebrows raised so high I thought they went into my hair.

"I have been doing this many, many years Sammy. I can tell when someone has been faking it. Now back to the issue at hand. The way how you act with YN and her husband Michael is that you have this obsession to end their relationship. You physically attacked her when she was pregnant. You have gone out of your way to harass Michael when you see him at work."

"Karla, listen this is all a big misunderstanding. I have changed."

"Is that so, well I want you to take a look at these photos." Karla then preceded to show me photo after photo of YN and Michael.

"Enough," I said quietly as I looked away.

"Pardon Sammy?"

"I said enough, Karla. There you happy? Are you happy to see that I am lying so I can keep my job? That I am angry that my best friend stabbed me in the back and left me even though she told me she never would." I was standing on my feet, talking loudly. Not even realising what the hell I am saying.

"I think we have just made a breakthrough. Now sit back down Sammy and start telling the truth."

Part 24 coming soon.

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[aalyssah]

Quiet

Pairing: Wardlow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Breeding Kink, Caught, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Humiliation, Mention of Mommy Kink? Missionary Position, Oral (Reader Receiving), Praise, Spanking, Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,454

Summary: You and Wardlow try to have some fun time, but it's cut short when your sons walks in.

A/N: First smut for Wardaddy! Hope You Enjoy!

Being a mother of two boys was hectic.

It was especially hectic when you didn't have help. Well you did, but not full time, considering your husband's job.

Wardlow was a famous wrestler that many loved and you did too, but when you became pregnant, you thought he would help you all the time, but someone has to be making money.

You barely got to see him and it made you sad, but all you had to do was look at your kids and feel instant joy.

Tonight was no different. With Wardlow being gone and the boys running crazy around the house. "Matt, Jeff, stop running!" You sighed as they didn't listen and continued running. You started to make their favorite, knowing it will put them to sleep.

As you were frying some fries, the noise of yelling was heard by the boys. "Boys are you alright!?" You ran as fast as your legs could, but you were only met with your husband. He stood at the doorway, with the boys hanging in him like they were monkeys.

"Daddy's home!" The boys informed you, but all you could do was stare at him in relief.

Finally, you'll have someone to help you with these animals. You decided to let them have their time and walked back to the kitchen before finishing cooking. Wardlow came in with the boys and helped sit them down in their chairs. "Yay, our favorite! Thank you mommy."

You gave a forehead kiss to each one and began washing dishes. "No kiss or nuggets for me?" You let out a breathy laugh, before walking in his arms. You missed this. You missed being able to hug your man without someone interrupting, you missed his loss, his everything. "Missed you." You mumbled with your head in his chest, loosening up your tense body.

"I missed you too." You sighed loudly. "It's been hell without you, y'know." You admitted, laughing a little. "You don't have to worry, I'm here now." He reassured you and leaned down and met your lips in a soft kiss. "Ew Mommy, Daddy, stop sucking faces!"

You two broke away and smiled at the voice of the youngest boy. "Well, you won't have to see us sucking faces because y'all are gonna go take a nap." The boys let out a small whine of protest, but still obeyed after Wardlow's voice.

As you tucked them both in you gave them a kiss. "Mommy do we have to take a nap?" The boys asked, not wanting to. "Yes, you both have to be well rested , so you can beat up Daddy. Isn't that right baby?" Wardlow nodded his head in agreement.

"Yup, Daddy has to take naps in order to be big and strong!" The boys started murmuring things of excitement and before you know it, they were knocked out. You and Wardlow snuck out the room quietly and sat on the couch in the living room.

You could finally breathe. The house was clean, the boys were asleep, and Wardlow was back. Wardlow scooted closer to you, placed kisses in the nape of your neck, causing you to sigh. "Babe." You tried catching his attention. "Baby, the kids-" Wardlow cut you off. "What about em'?"

You couldn't find words to come out of your mouth, when he was kissing all along your body. "T-they're asleep." Wardlow deeply chuckled, making a rush of wetness down your core. "Exactly. They're sleeping, so we can have some spare time."

Wardlow's hands came around your waist, pulling you in his lap. "You missed Daddy, right?" You moaned at the name. It's been a while since you've heard that voice. "Of course." Wardlow hummed, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

"Then let this happen." You finally gave on, letting him take your shirt and bra off. He was quick to wrap his lips around your perky nipples, while massaging the other He rolled it in his fingers, and suckled on your other, listening to the pathetic whines you let out.

You've become extremely sensitive, especially after months of no sex. Your hands came to his pants, tugging them down to his knees. "T-take them off!" Wardlow gave into your request, pulling his sweatpants and boxers off.

His cock hung low between his legs, slinging with every move he made to you. "Wanna taste you, baby." He dropped to his knees, pulling your pants off, only to reveal you had no panties on. "Holy shit, you were planning this weren't you?"

He began teasing you, placing kisses along your inner thigh. "You gotta be quick! I don't want the boys waking up." He shook his head at your worrying. "Okay, mommy." He joked before diving in and eating you out. His mouth was slurping, licking, suckling at everything he could.

Your hands instantly flew to his hair, tugging on it and moaning loudly. "B-babe, s-slow down! I'm not going anywhere!" He only blocked off your voice, pushing his tongue deeper in you, taking in your juices, and enjoying his meal.

Two fingers were pushed inside you as his tongue selectively focused on your clit. You could only cover your mouth, muffling your moans. "So good, so so good!" You murmured, praising him. You could feel him smiling. You know the exact face he has right now. It was his cocky smirk.

Your legs closed around his head, warning him that you were close. As much pain it took him to pull away, he did. You whined, pulling his hair closer to your core. "No baby, I need you to cum in my cock." He jerked himself off a couple of times, not even needing your mouth with how hard he was.

He rubbed his tip in your wet slit, mumbling at how good you looked. After a couple of teasing pushes, he pushed into you fully, grunting at how tight you were. "Oh fuck!" You moaned loudly, head thrown back in the mattress. Wardlow had to push all his body weight on his arm in order not to crush you.

It was a painful stretch, as you both sat there, taking in the warmth of you wrapped around his cock. "It's been so long." You nodded in agreement, while wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing your feet in his butt. He took it as a sign that you were ready and started thrusting in you.

He was slow at first, but within every thrust, you clenched around him making it more and more difficult to contain his soft strokes. "Keep clenching around me like that and I won't be so nice." You moaned at the thought of him ramming into you. He leaned his head down in your sweaty neck, placing sloppy wet kisses and suckling small hickeys.

His thrust was a mixture of rough and soft, hips moving slow and steady, but thrusts hard. Clapping noises were heard around the room and your moans in his ear were driving him insane. It was until he adjusted to hit deeper and ended up hitting that one familiar sponge spot in you causing you to go crazy.

"Yes! Right there, please!" You completely forgot about being quiet, as you yelled at the top of your lungs. Wardlow couldn't hold back anymore, animal realistic grunts coming out his pout as he pounding into you. "You fuck me so good Daddy!" Your praises only made him pound harder.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck another baby in you?" You bite your lip hard, while nodding your head. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up?" You clawed at his back, drool spilling from your pink lips. "Don't stop, please don't!"

Just as you said that, the sound of feet running paddling across the floor and the door busing open make him stop.

You both quickly pulled the cover over your bodies. "What's wrong mommy? We'll fight the bad guy!" Matt and Jeff began using their karate skills, kicking and punching the air. "N-no baby, Mommy and Daddy, was just-" You stopped at the end of the sentence, not knowing what to say.

"Wrestling." Wardlow finished the sentence. "Oh, we'll who's winning?" Wardlow only laughed. "Well mommy was screaming , wasn't she?" The boys caught on and became bored. “Alright, keep beating her Daddy!” The boys encouraged before walking out the room.

You attempted to get up after feeling embarrassed, but Wardlow pushed you back down. "And where do ya think you're going?" You blushed furiously, looking everywhere, but his face. "We got caught, so I was gonna leave."

Just because we got caught doesn't mean we have to stop. It just means we gotta be quiet."

He lastly said before entering back into you.

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Sweet Wardlow moment, please? 🥰

We love a gentle giant moment 🥺

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Krypto’s face rested against your hip as you cuddled him on the couch, the tv displayed an old Hanna-Barbera cartoon as your hand caressed from his snout to his neck. His soft snores were the indication that he was in a deep sleep. The rain poured heavy outside, making you lower the tv volume so you could enjoy the loud storm.

After a few minutes, you saw Michael coming to the living room from the corner of your eye, he plopped down on the couch to lay between your legs. He took your free hand and placed it on his hair as he rested his cheek against your breasts.

“What’s up?” You asked in a whisper in order to not wake Krypto up

“I want some snuggles too” Mike whined in a complaint before closing his eyes in full anticipation for your touch

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of my baby” You teased while you continued to caress the dog

Michael opened his eyes and pulled back to stare at you in disbelief “I’m your baby too! I need some love and care as much as Krypto does”

One thing people didn’t know about Michael was how much of a hopeless romantic he is. His love language is affection, he wants to feel needed, loves being babied, and needs a constant demonstration of affection to feel loved. At first, it was a challenge to adapt to this form of loving - since you didn’t feel that secure to show your most vulnerable and affectionate side - but Mike had a unique way of making you get out of your shell while still respecting your space, so it’s safe to say that he taught you how beautiful displaying your affection can be and since then you didn’t hold back showing how much you love him.

“Aww, my poor baby boy is feeling neglected” You cooed while he pouted and nodded. “I’m sorry, my love. Come here” You pulled his head back towards your chest and Michael rested his cheek against your breasts once again.

Your fingers ran through - his now much shorter - hair as a deep, satisfied sigh left his lips.

“You know, I think it’s very unfair how Krypto gets to have your caresses every day and I don’t” Mike mumbled on top of you

Your hand momentarily stopped stroking his hair “Mike…we’ve had this conversation before, baby”

“I know, muffin. But, c’mon” He pulled back once again so he could look into your eyes “Just think about it, please”

It’s been over six months now that Michael was trying to convince you to come on the road with him, and the more you said no, the more desperate and persistent he was getting. You took a deep breath in and began “Mike-”

“I miss you” He complained “We barely see each other, muffin. I miss being with you so much that it hurts. I miss your caresses, your hugs, and your kisses. I miss your body, your touch, I miss making love to you, cuddling you. I miss pulling you closer to me in bed every morning, and making out at night until we both fall asleep…I just want to come back to the hotel room every night knowing that we can take a shower together and order room service while cuddling on the bed with some dumb movie on”.

For a man that big, Mike certainly had a natural gift of looking so innocent, cute, and childlike. It made your heart hurt and it was almost impossible to deny him anything.

“I miss all of that too, baby. But what am I supposed to do? I have a job, one I can’t do from home, by the way. I can’t simply just throw everything up in the air and go on the road with you”

“Muffin, you hate your job! Look, money is not the problem, you can work with me. Be my manager, I can pay you and it’ll be like a regular job except that I’ll have you by my side every day”

“But what if we break up? I doubt you’ll still want your ex as a manager. And then what? You’ll still have your job and I’ll have a sack of shit” You chuckled but Mike remained serious. “What?” You asked once the scowl on his face grew deeper

“Did you just jinx our relationship?”

“What?! Mike, no!” You chuckled “I’m just asking something that should be taken into consideration”

“Uh, no!” He reprimanded “I’ll not take, I refuse to take that into consideration because we’re not gonna break up! Not now, not ever”

“Mike, that’s not very realistic of you, babe” You laughed

“Stop jinxing our relationship, muffin! What the fuck?”

You held back a chuckle at his annoyed toddler-like face and pecked his pouted lips with a soft kiss “I’m sorry” You laid one more kiss on his lips before caressing his hair “I’m not jinxing our relationship. I love you too much to jinx what we have”

Mike’s eyes gleamed with your last words, causing him to smile widely “Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do. Very much” You bopped his nose with your fingertip

“I love you more” Mike kissed your lips oh-so-sweetly before he asked, “So…does that mean you accept my job offer?” Hope laced his every word, and you felt your heart tighten at his hopeful tone.

“Tell you what, my vacation is in two weeks, so what about we test it out first? I’ll go with you on the road while I’m on vacation from work then if it works out I’ll accept it”

“Really? Do you promise?” Mike smiled widely

You nodded in agreement before he kissed your lips deeply. Mike pulled your bottom lip between his teeth before he growled “Why don’t we go upstairs so I can show you one of the perks of having me as your boss?”

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[windhamsrotunda]

Shar's Updated Writing Pinned Post (8/9/23)

! Please note that I unfortunately no longer take requests as of right now !

(this list is going to be updated every so often)

Who I write / planning on writing for:

WWE:

Edge

Roman Reigns

James Drake (Schism)

Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Madcap Moss

Solo Sikoa

AEW:

Christian Cage

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Alex Reynolds (dark order)

John Silver (dark order)

Wardlow

Erick Redbeard

Adam Cole

"Hangman" Adam Page

Music | Misc:

Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon)

Matt Kean (Bring Me The Horizon)

Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance)

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Bower

Chris Motionless (Motionless in White)

Vinny Mauro (Motionless in White)

Noah Sebastian (Bad Omens)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

What I write about:

Fluff, Angst, and Smut.

18+ Content (this is an 18+ only blog)

Male x Female! Reader one shots

Female x Female! Reader one shots (trying to get back into it, but will only write fluff and angst)

Links to some of my fics {mostly smut!}:

Edge & Christian (smut)

Heel!Edge (NSFW Alphabet)

Christian Cage (daddy issues)

Oli Sykes (NSFW alphabet)

Oli Sykes (smut fic)

Roman Reigns (smut)

Roman Reigns (smut 2)

Roman Reigns (smut 3)

Roman Reigns (smut 4)

Chris Motionless (car rides at midnight with Chris)

Chris Motionless (with those angel eyes)

Patrick Stump (fluff fic)

Wardlow (smut ficlet)

Wardlow (he's kinda hot though)

James Drake (Jagger Reid) Smut

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[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands  - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance 

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room. 

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”  He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers. 

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder. 

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal. 

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.” 

~~~~~~~

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Do You Remember When

Early in their careers, it came down to a choice between Wardlow and Y/N as to who would move up. The situation gets brought back up years later, but now they are on opposite sides.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: angst, SMUT, conspiring

Word Count: 2760

Note:I don’t know why it took so long to write up my Wardlow thirst, but here’s the first of potentially many. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated.

This was the feud that would never end.

MJF still wouldn’t leave Wardlow alone to enjoy his life, so Wardlow kept stepping in to mess up his plans. Which is why MJF hired you. You were the one person he’d left most of the talking to. And, considering your non-wrestling status, people were disinclined to swing at you. Which you appreciated. What he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. But what he didn’t know wasn’t supposed to come to light.

***

“Alrighty,” you coach looked over his clipboard for the thousandth time. The other students were gone, shipped off to their next step towards the brass ring that controlled the wrestling world. Some to fight in the rings, other to help kept best laid plans going straight. You and the man standing next you were either side of that coin. “There’s only one position left, and I’m afraid there’s only one answer.”

Wardlow bristled at the coach’s tone. He knew it too well.

“Japan has an opening for a quick-thinking ring-side counselor.” He held up an envelope, offering it to you. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You took it, beaming with pride and almost shaking too much to give a decent handshake. By the time you needed your next breath, you were already at the door and finally remembered to look back. It popped a hole in your enthusiasm.

Coach had his hand on Wardlow’s shoulder. “This isn’t the end. Something will come up. You’ll see.”

***

Three years later, the man that once stood by your side stood on the opposite side of the ring. He cut a good look in his suit and tie, hair slicked back and out of the way. You had to admire the way he’d advanced in wrestling since you saw him last. But now he was a problem.

“The second your ‘client’ stops getting in my way, I’ll stop getting in his.” Wardlow’s bargain was simple. But Max was not a simple client.

“That was never the deal, Wardlow.” You ignored how Max muttered ‘Warpig’ under his breath. “You’re supposed to be gone. Kaput. Out of sight and out of mind for one of the best rising stars of our generation. And you and I both know the gene pool out there.” You let your voice soften, hoping it would get your point across and end your headache. “There are other wrestling companies out there. Ones that would appreciate your drive and enthusiasm a lot better than here. I have connections if you need them.”

If Maxwell Jacob Friedman never spoke another word, it would still be too much. “You need all the help you can get. Take the deal. This isn’t the first time Y/N’s known best, is it old friend?”

How did he know about that? He wasn’t there. Granted, a lot of the talent backstage had been, but this wasn’t usually a story that people would tell.

***

It was the last time you two worked together. For over two months, you’d run as his valet, making sure he kept his cool in and out of the ring, finally leading up to this match. The original plan was to be a coed team, but your lungs didn’t have the stamina, so you settled. Talent scouts were in the audience, and they were ready to pick the best of the best. Backstage, you all shared a handshake, wishing each other good luck for the match, and for the future ahead.

Then everything went wrong.

First, nerves got to Wardlow. He stumbled on his way into the ring, almost taking you down with him. The match had a rocky start, and a rocky middle. Then, he zigged when he should have zagged, and caught a kick square on the jaw. While the referee checked on him, you created a distraction by grabbing a kendo stick from under the ring before stomping across it to get at the other team. By the time they were able to “talk you down” and the ref could kick you back to ringside, Wardlow was mostly recovered. He won, but not with as strong a finish as planned.

Your quick thinking got you the last open talent spot. Despite his protests at the time, you regretted every bit of it.

***

“You may have always had the brawn, but you’ve never had the brains.” Max continued to poke and prod at what he perceived to be Wardlow’s shortcomings. “Even then, Y/N is a brilliant strategist. She could probably outsmart you at every turn and beat you. You know what, let’s get a ref out here. You could be one half of AEW’s first coed match. You’ve only got half a wit, but it’ll be enough to show you just how far beneath everyone else you really are.”

With a groan, you stepped between them before Max got knocked out. “This really isn’t necessary. If we could get back on topic-“

Then Shawn Spears piped up before you could stop him. “Naturally, wanting to be a gentleman, you’d lay down for the lady, and we’d respect you. Or you could just walk out. That’d be easier to everyone.”

Wardlow pushed against your hands on his chest.

Things were rolling out of control and Max picked up the thread. “Natural. There’s a word to describe you. All brawn, no brains, just,” he flexed his shoulders, “just wild instinct with a touch of modern civility. C’mon. Let the beast out. Fight the beauty. But I still believe the girl could best you ten out of ten without breaking a sweat. The most natural thing in the world.”

“Max-“

“It’s not natural for girls to fight.” Wardlow instantly winced at his words, stepping back. “I don’t mean that-“

Too late. You had a frigid reply. “No, it’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as they are tall. But, oop. There you are.” Behind you, Max laughed with his usual loud, obnoxious bark. You were too busy glaring at Wardlow to tell him to shut up. “This conversation is over. Either we will come to terms and see eye to eye, or Maxwell Jacob Friedman and the Pinnacle will walk over you one last time before the world forgets about you.”

Boldy, you shouldered past him. He let you.  

***

Backstage, you quickly separated yourself from the guys and found a dark, quiet corner to breathe your blood down from boiling. Why did everything have to be so hard? And every word so sharp? You shed your suit jacket, running your fingers through your hair. You chose this. And you were going to keep it, no matter the struggles. You had to.

Familiar footsteps found you two minutes later just when you were starting to relax.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Y/N,” Wardlow blocked your path. “I didn’t mean a word of that-“

You growled, “it doesn’t matter. You said it anyways, knowing better than anyone else my health issues and why I can’t wrestle like I want to. Max is a pain in the ass, but you used to be better at this than letting him get under your skin like he does.”

Wardlow reeled. “Wait. You’re still having pulm- puls-, ah, lung issues? I still shouldn’t have said it, but you made it to the big leagues. The doctors still haven’t helped-“

“It’s the roughest side of asthma, Michael. It doesn’t fix up overnight, much less in a couple years.” Both of you knew yelling would only inflame internal problems, so you took a deep breath. “And doctors take money. I’m only just now starting to get the amount I need to afford better pulmonologists. It takes a lot to afford inhalers these days. Even with insurance, if you’ve got it.”

The pity in his eyes burned from your stomach to your spine. You reached for your jacket.

“About that scene-“

“Oh my God.”

“…it got away from me and I wanted to apologize.”

You tossed the fabric down, this close to going ballistic on your former partner. “There’s a lot about your career and tonight that’s gotten away from you. But there’s not much you can do to change it, so let it go. It’s out there, on live television, it’s probably all over the internet. Nothing you can do to stop it-“ Your next words were muffled with Wardlow’s hand over your mouth. He pushed you back into a wall to lessen your struggle.

“My god, you’re worse than Max.” He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor as if reconsidering every step that got him here arguing with you in some back hallway. His head tilted with a change. When he looked back at you, he was sure about something… and you were afraid.

With his hand over your mouth you couldn’t get away. When you tried, his grip tightened just enough to freeze you into place.

“One of Max’s problems is that he really needs a good fuck to work out everything that makes him a frustrating person to work with. Problem being that he can’t ever get laid because he’s annoying as hell.” He leveled his gaze with yours. “But you’re more capable than that. Always have been.” Slowly, he lowered his hand. And you were too intrigued to move.

“Are you offering something?”

“I am. Do you have an answer?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. This was the line neither of you would cross back in the day. It was too messy then. Now would be disastrous. Then again, standing next to him didn’t make your skin crawl like standing with the Pinnacle. It was familiar. Safe.

Your brain was going a million miles an hour, and he knew it. Gently, he cupped your face, tilting it up. “May I?”

“Mhmm.” You leaned up to meet him.

Slow and steady, you tilted and moved with one another. His hands landed on your hips, holding you in place as his hips pressed you further against the wall. Yours clawed at the soft fabric of his shirt, moving up the collar before lacing behind his neck. He reached behind you, spreading his large hands across your lower back to arch you further into his kiss. Giving you a second to breathe was a mistake.

“We can’t do this, can we?” You whispered it against his chest. Before he could stop your mouth with another kiss, you managed, “everything could blow up in our faces. This would be the final straw for Max taking you out. I could lose everything-“

He kissed you deeply, dazing you. “I won’t let that happen.” The movements between you were coming to a head, becoming more frantic and needy for more, or to stop before you’d do something you’d regret. Wardlow’s hands managed to get under your blouse, almost burning you with the shock of finally feeling his touch like this.

Still, your brain turned. “If anyone finds out-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He grunted as you rolled your hips into his. “Max really has turned you for the worse.”

You mock gasped, even as he mouthed at your throat. “Do you always talk about MJF with your partners?”

“No. They usually have the pleasure of never knowing who he is. As you are not that blessed,” he stopped, gripping your chin to force your gaze, “I’m going to make sure the only name you can remember tonight is mine.”

The second he waited for your denial, your escape, passed in an infinite flash.

Then teeth clacked, tongues met, and you both hurried to undo each other’s shirt buttons. He managed yours first, ripping it apart without snapping any buttons off. Your hands fumbled, unable to manage the same for his touch distracting you to no end. Down went your sensible pants. You at least managed his belt buckle and zipper. Wardlow hiked you up around his hips so he could kiss the swell of your breasts. You gave up on his shirt, managing instead to lightly rake your nails down his chest. You could always plan an attack. Stage something to explain all the marks on each other-

“You’re thinking again. Stop. Just be here. With me. Not out there.” He ruffled out of his shirt so your hands could explore the whole expanse of him.

It was the grounding you needed. All that muscle under your fingertips. All that flushed skin to touch. To finally feel flexing, blood pumping in time with yours. Wardlow sucked harshly on your neck, making you gasp into his shoulder. As he tweaked your nipples, massaging your breasts in between, you rocked more and more desperately against his bulge. It was too much. His mouth on your neck. His hands caressing, leading your body into passion. The pressure building in your core. The tipping point came when your rolling stuttered, forcing a groan out of Wardlow. You shuddered at the sound, head to toe to core.

“Did you just come?” He smiled and kissed the underside of your jaw. “Dearest, we’ve just begun.”

With your mind in a haze, you didn’t feel the shift in the last layers of clothing until he was fully against you, hot and hard and ready. You bit your lip, holding back many wanton sounds as he rutted his cock through your slick.

“Please, Michael, please-“

“Hang on.”

He wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in his hair, mussing it, and dragging your nails along his scalp. He hummed in delight, but remained focused on filling you inch by glorious inch. Your head fell back into the wall, your mouth opened slack. When you finally composed yourself to look him in the eye, he was already watching hungrily for your next reaction.

The draw out was the last slow moment you had before he let the beast out. Filling you. Pounding into you wonderfully enough for you not to care if anyone heard you. There wasn’t a thought in your head. Just him. The stretch of him within you. Hearing his moans and grunts against your ear when your body clenched. Once again the peak approached.

Wardlow braced himself against the wall, his hips stuttering. “Do- do you remember… when we main evented Chicago that one time?”

“Yes.” You clawed at his back.

“I wanted to ravish you then.”

He moved faster. Shorter thrusts, but never losing his depth.

“End of matches.”

“What?”

You whined, so close to the edge. “Win or lose, I wanted to jump you after every match.”

“What took you so long?”

He smiled against your forehead. Then, with a strained roar, he filled you, pumping thrusts to chase the sensation, taking you down with him. His chest muffled your shout. As the orgasms washed over you both, you clung to one another like you’d never let go.

It may have been five, it may have been twenty minutes before either of you recovered. Like old lovers, you passed one another their clothes, helped with buttons, never letting a touch go unlingered.

Wardlow held back your suit jacket. “You can’t go back to him.”

“Sure I can.” You held up your hands when he gripped your shoulders. “He’s paying my bills, and then some. Yeah, he’s going to stab me in the back eventually. But I’ll see the signs. And I already have an exit plan built,” you added with a shrug.

Wardlow huffed. “Yeah, with whom?”

“Well, I was hoping it could be you, but if you don’t think that’d work I can ask Omega and the Elite. They might be able to finally kick MJF’s ass-“

“Wait, wait, wait. Me?”

“You.” With a swallow, you thought back over what Max poked at earlier. “We both know the reason I got so far was because it was at your expense. If I can repay that in any way, this might be it. Are you interested? Are you willing to keep an eye out for when the wind changes?”

Wardlow crossed his arms. “What all does this plan entail?”

“A lot of kendo sticks and maybe a barbed-wire bat.”

He hugged you close, laughing into your hair. “I’ve missed you.”

You both needed the gentle silence that followed. He ended it with a kiss to the top of your head.

You composed yourself quickly. “Remember, you hate my guts until I give you the signal. Right?”

“Right.”

You had to grin. You missed how quickly he caught on with your harebrained schemes. Without another word, you left him in the dark, not looking back.

*** Masterlist

Wrestling/WWE Masterlist

*** 

Other Wrestling Angst/Smut:

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

Only Yours (AR, A, S) - Cesaro

My Favorite Things (AR, A, S, F) - Drake Maverick

Fuck the Demon Away (A, S) - Elias Samson

Don’t Rush This (AR, A, S, F) - Jack Swagger

No More Whispers (AR, A, S, F|F) - Peyton Royce

Hard Feelings (AR, A, S, Trans!OC) - Rezar (AOP)

Doubt Comes In (AR, A, F, S, F|F) - Rosemary 

To Heaven and Back (AR, F, A, S, Plus!Reader) - Sami Zayn

Break Each Other’s Hearts Again (AR, F, A, S) - Seth Rollins

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Wardaddy is back bitches!!!!

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[plentyoffandoms]

WARDLOW X F/READER (18+)

Part 1

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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WC 3923

David - Dax Harwood ☆ Daniel - Cash Wheeler ☆ Professor Sopp - Billy Gunn ☆ Will - Powerhouse Hobbs

Summary: f/Reader & Wardlow are both students at Ohio State, growing up together, but f/Reader can't stand the Frat Boy Wardlow, that is until she must help pass a class.

YN'S POV:

I am walking through the quad, on my way to a place I have yet to step foot in since I started at Ohio State a few years ago.

The Alpha Gamma Sigma house.

They are one of the nicer fraternities on campus, but I have stayed far away from the house because of one person and one person only.

Michael Wardlow.

A man who fully believes that he is above anyone on this earth. Even as children, people praised him for his athletic abilities. Teachers would make exceptions for him if a big game was coming up, and they would just pass him because they knew he would be the one to bring our school the win.

He never seemed to get in trouble for all the stupid pranks he pulled on me back in the day.

Like one time in Junior High, he filled my locker with shaving cream and ruined everything I had there. From my homework to my gym clothes, and yet, I was the one who got in trouble when I took a handful of shaving cream and shoved it in his face.

From that moment on, our teachers knew to keep us apart as all we did was bicker and fight. Once we entered high school, I had nothing to do with him.

I barely went to any football games as I was more concerned about keeping my grades up so I could get a full scholarship.

Which I did. I got a full scholarship to Ohio State that pays for everything. From my boarding to my books and supplies. I have kept my 4.0 GPA as having a full ride was the only way I could get into university.

I was so happy that I got the scholarship that when I found out that Michael also got a scholarship for football, I did not care in that moment and actually forgot that we were going to the same school, until I saw him on the first day of classes.

I froze when I saw him, and all he did was smile and wave at me, making sure to wink at me to just piss me off even more.

I continued on the unfamiliar path towards the Alpha Gamma Sigma house, replaying the words of Professor Sopp over in my head.

"YN, I know the history between you and Mr Wardlow, but you have the highest grade in my class, and he needs a tutor to help him with the exams."

And even though I loathe the man, I could never see someone failing just because I hate them, so I said yes to helping the Frat Boy, but as I saw the Alpha Gamma Sigma house come into view, I was slowly starting to regret it.

But I held my head up high, and I rang the doorbell, waiting for one of them to come to the door.

I heard someone yell out that they were coming and the door opened to the smiling face that is Daniel Wheeler.

"Well, isn't this a suprise. What can I do for you, YN?"

"I am looking for Michael."

Before Daniel could answer, a new voice piped up, "You will have to be more specific, YN." David Harwood said.

"Wardlow."

The two Frat Boys glanced at one another, silently communicating, and then they looked back at me.

"He is busy right now," Daniel said.

"I don't care what or whom he is doing. Just tell him I need to see him. It deals with kinesiology."

Daniel went off to find Michael, and David leaned against the doorframe as we had polite conversation.

"So how is Maria doing?"

"Maria is doing good. Talking about coming to your party this weekend."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but she isn't sure. Maybe you should text her or talk to her and see what she says. Maybe convince her to come."

"Yeah, yeah, I will do that."

The two of them have been dancing around one another for ages now, and they just need a push in the right direction. They have been on a few dates, but they keep going around in circles for some odd reason.

Our conversation died down once Daniel and Michael came around the corner, and I had to mentally slap myself as I stared at Michael's sweaty chest.

He may be a douche, but the man is built, and I do have eyes.

"What can I do for you, LN?" Daniel and David left the two of us alone, but I am pretty sure the two of them are just around the corner, listening in on our conversation.

"Professor Sopp asked me to help you to study."

"And you agreed to help me? Why? What is in it for you?"

"I may be a bitch but when I am asked to help someone so they don't fail a class, I will."

"Okay, well thanks. When do you want to do this?"

"Tomorrow. Meet me in the library at 6. Don't be late," He agreed to meet me at the library the next day.

Once the door was closed, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, wondering what the hell I am getting myself into.

WARDLOW'S POV:

I was working out in the fraternities gym when Daniel came to get me. I was halfway through my set, barely paying attention until he said something strange.

"Who did you say was here looking for me?"

A smirk came over his face as he repeated her name again, YN LN.

"You have to be shitting me?" All he did was shake his head and said she was there to discuss Kinesiology.

But that asshole couldn't keep the smirk off of his face. He knew how I felt about her. One time, when I had a bit too much to drink, I told him about how much I like her and have ever since I pulled on her pigtails all the way back in the first grade.

I still didn't believe him as the two of us walked to the front door and saw David and her talking.

My two Vice-presidents left YN and I alone, but knowing those assholes, they were around the corner.

As I listened to YN explain why she was there, it dawned on me that I could use this time together to show her I am just not some asshole.

I agreed to meet her in the library, and I closed the door. Now, I am mentally trying to prepare myself for the next day.

♥︎

The only word that was going through my head right now as I ran through towards the library was, 'fuck.'

It was 6:45 and I know YN is probably long gone from the library. People moved out of my way, not wanting to be run over by me.

I slowed down once the building came into view, and I came to a stop just before the doors to fix myself up, but Maria walked out, almost walking right into me.

"Oh hey Mike. Are you okay?"

I muttered yes and then went to walk by her, but she placed her hand on my arm to stop me. "She left about 20 minutes ago. Got sick of waiting for you."

I cursed under my breath. "Did you not bother to message her to say practice ran late?"

"I don't have her number."

"Come with me. I know where she is." Maria walked past me, and I quickly followed her, wondering why she was even helping me.

The two of us made small talk as we walked to where YN may be. I knew of Maria. We had a few classes throughout the years, and David is madly in love with her.

I saw that we were near Raney House, and even though I have spent many nights here, I had no idea YN even lived her.

I know Maria lived here as well, but I know she has a single room. "Does YN know we are coming?" She was already angry with me, and I didn't need another excuse for her to even more angry with me.

"She knows I am coming, but if I even mentioned you, well, you can imagine how that would have turned out." She said to me as we stepped onto the elevator.

I took note of the floor she pressed and the door number once we got to the floor. Maria knocked on the door, and we waited for YN to answer.

YN opened the door with a smile on her face, and then a scowl came across it the moment she saw that Maria wasn't alone.

"What is he doing here?" YN practically spat out as she glared at her friend.

"Football practice ran long for him, and he had no way of reaching you. I saw him running towards the library. YN. Maybe you two should exchange numbers just in case this happens again."

"I am not helping you today." She finally looked at me instead of Maria.

"YN, you two have a test coming up. Do not put this off just because you are mad at him. He needs to pass, or he can't play football."

"Fine. Shoes off Frat Boy."

I mouthed thank you to Maria as YN turned and walked into her dorm, leaving me to close the door.

"You owe me, Mike." Was all Maria whispered to me. I really did.

♥︎

I went back to here place every day to study. We tried the library, but people kept coming up and talking to me, and like the people pleaser I am, I couldn't help but talk to them, but this seemed to work out for the best.

The first test I took after YN started to help me, I barely just passed, but my grade was higher than the one I got previously, so I called that a win.

"Why don't we take a break?" YN could clearly tell I was getting frustrated with this new topic. The one I have been dreading, Pathophysiology.

"Thank God," I practically slammed my textbook shut.

"You want a drink?"

"Just water, please." YN got us both a glass of water, and she let me calm down.

"You know this stuff, Mike." YN said after a few minutes of silence.

"It is just all the technical terms and shit. I know I know this stuff. It just comes to writing the tests."

"Maybe we have to figure out how to get you to relax during the tests. You psych yourself out. I know you could have gotten a better grade on the last test."

"I don't even know why I even took this course."

"Now that is a lie. You have had your whole life planned out since we were kids."

YN was right. I always knew I wanted to play football, but I wanted to have a fallback just in case.

"What made you take this course?"

YN'S POV:

"Remember my Grandpa?"

"Yeah, one of the original Cincinnati Bengals."

"He got hurt during practice one day, I mean really hurt. They really didn't have the medicine they do now, and they thought he had a minor concussion."

That was the story that was put out to the media.

"So after a short time off and a bit of basic rehab, he went back out to play, but his brain injury got worse and worse. He died from chronic traumatic encephalopathy. That is what the autopsy said. I want to help football players with their injuries. That is why I got into this, so that way I can work in or open my own Kinesiology based Rehabilitation Centre."

"Oh." Was all Mike could say.

"Yeah, when he knew something wasn't right with him after he retired, he stayed home, not wanting his fans or even his family really to see him when the aggression was at its peak. He had other symptoms, too, like impulse control problems, memory loss, depression and anxiety, but the aggression is what really got to him as he wasn't that type of guy," I trailed off, hoping now we would can get back to studying.

"How about we call it a night and go and have some fun."

"Got a date or something, Mike?" I saw him roll his eyes at me.

"No, but there is a party at my place tonight. Come on, YN, it is Friday night, and we are studying. Let loose a little."

"Oh yeah, cause watching a bunch of Frat Boys and their groupies get drunk sounds like fun." I snorted.

"Why do you have to be such a kill joy? Fine, stay here, I was just trying to help." I watched as Mike grabbed his books and shoved them into his backpack.

I didn't say anything as he left my dorm. Why would I? It's not like he actually wants me there.

♥︎

Mike called and cancelled the studying session for the next day. I figured he would, knowing him he probably has some girl in his bed and / or is too hungover to try and study.

So I did what I usually do on Saturdays, which is clean, shop, and relax after a stressful week of school now dealing with a Frat Boy who is just trying to slide by in class.

But as I opened the door, I was stunned to see his two friends standing there, one ready to knock on the door.

"And how can I help you, gentlemen, and how did you know where I live?" My eyes narrowed when I saw Maria step out from behind David.

"You really gotta stop telling people where I live, Maria."

"I know, but they need your help."

"My help?" I looked between Daniel and David.

"It is Mike. He hasn't come out of his room since he got home last night. Not even for the party, and he isn't opening his door."

"And what makes you think I can help David?"

"You were the last one with him, and for some reason, he listens to you." Daniel cut in.

"Fine. I'll deal with him."

♥︎

I found myself deep in the heart of Alpha Gamma Sigma house. Looking at the men watching me as I knocked on their Presidents door.

"Go away, Daniel."

"It isn't Daniel."

I heard no noise, and then the door was open, and there he was, his hair a mess, no shirt and grey sweatpants on, and no socks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well," I pointed behind me, and Mike stuck his head out and looked up and down the hall, "your two friends got worried about you. My best friend brought them to me."

He hesitated for a moment and then stepped aside. I walked into his room as he closed the door behind me.

"What is the problem, Mike?" I asked him as he sat on his bed.

"Nothing."

"I don't think that is true. I was told that you didn't go to the party last night. That you just stayed in your room."

"I had stuff to think about."

"And that is?"

"It isn't your concern now, is it YN?"

"I was asked to come here, Mike. You and the rest of your Frat Boys are wasting my time." I could feel myself getting angry, and I saw the anger in his eyes as he finally looked at me.

"Is that all I am to you? Huh? Some fucking Frat Boy who only thinks with his dick?"

"Oh please Mike, the minute you aren't thinking about football, you are thinking about your next lay."

"It isn't true YN. Yeah, I have fun and get laid, so what? I am the star football player, and I am the president of my Frat House. It is gonna happen."

"You have coasted by in your life. Never getting into shit for the shit you have pulled, just because you are good at some game."

"How the hell are you helping me right now? You need to leave YN."

"I am happy too. Oh, find someone else to help you study."

I swung the door open, and it bounced off the wall. I heard Mike yell at me, but I ignored him as I stomped out of his room and past his housemates like a brat.

I walked past Daniel and then took a few steps back, so I was standing in front of him. I jabbed my finger into his chest as I spoke, "Leave me the fuck alone. I am through with helping him. Good luck at the next game if he doesn't pass the test."

♥︎

He didn't pass the test.

He didn't pass the makeup test that Professor Sopp nicely gave him.

From what I know, he just failed, a few more correct answers, and he would have passed the test.

"YN, you are the only one who can help him with this." Maria tried to say to me.

"People need to stop giving into him. He gets whatever he wants, well it is time he learns that not everything can go is way." I said to her as I walked away from her. People were glaring at me, knowing I was the reason why Mike couldn't play.

"He is going to lose his scholarship, YN." That made me stop. I looked at the ground, fighting an inner battle with myself.

"They wouldn't cut him off with him almost being done school." I turned around and looked at her.

"His scholarship is football. He doesn't play. He loses it."

Fuck.

WARDLOW'S POV:

David, Daniel, Dante, and Darius, two of the younger members, were trying to help me study, but nothing, and I mean nothing was helping.

They have no idea what any of this stuff is, and them mumbling under their breaths is not helping me.

I was so focused on trying to study whatever was on the page that I didn't even hear someone knock on my open door.

"Oh, thank God, YN." I looked up at David's voice.

"I see that you need some help."

"You came back." It wasn't a question, just a fact.

"Yeah, guys, may we be left alone?"

The four of them practically ran from the room, David and Daniel kissing her on her cheeks on the way out, slamming the door behind them.

"Before we start, I want to apologise for everything." I was too stunned to speak.

"I know you are smart, and you just don't think with your dick. I am sorry.

"I am more than just a Frat Boy, YN. You seem to forget that."

"I know. I have to let go of the past between us so that way you pass this class and don't lose your scholarship."

I watched as she held her hand out, "Hi, my name is YN."

"Mike."

We are now starting fresh.

♥︎

YN stayed with me and helped me study. I passed with the best grade I have gotten so far in the class, but we didn't stop there.

She helped me with the midterms, and I passed those with amazing grades. So much so that they thought I actually cheated.

YN made sure to inform our professors that she was helping me study.

I finally got her to come to one of our parties after coming back from the holidays and it is a big may be is she does.

It took a lot of convincing for her to come, and I was practically on my knees.

"Come on, YN. This is one of the last big parties before we really crack down on the end of year stuff. Please."

"Fine, but,"

I didn't even let her finish, I picked her up in my arms in a bone crushing hug. "Can't....breathe," I loosed my grip but didn't put her on the ground. Our faces were close together.

I waited for her to pull back, but she didn't. YN was staring at my lips, and I just decided to go for it. Just as our lips were about to touch, her phone went off. The two of us sprung apart, and she quickly grabbed her phone.

I keep wondering if we would have kissed or not. I wonder if she would have slapped me or if it would have gone further.

"You have been looking into the mirror for the past two minutes." I turned my head and saw the woman that has haunted my dreams ever since we were children.

"Just trying to decide what I should do with my hair." Was the first stupid thing that I blurted out as I sat on my bed.

"You don't have much ever since you cut it." She said as she walked closer to me.

"I still want to look good, YN."

"You always look good, Mike." I saw her eyes widen as well. I don't think she meant to say that. 

The air in the room felt thick as she stood between close to me, as she tried to do something with me hair.

I tried to focus on anything but her breasts that were in my face. "There, perfect." She went to drop her hands, but I caught one and held onto it.

"Mike, what are you doing?"

"YN, I am...what I mean to say is," but we were interrupted by Will.

"Hey Mike, Dante got caught in the library with his girl."

"Fucking kids man," I muttered under my breath as I let go of YN's hand.

"Thanks, Will," I said to him as I also narrowed my eyes at him as well. I could see his eyes looking YN up and down.

"Hey YN, if you ever want to meet up."

"She is taken Will. Go and be with your girl." I quickly said as I stood up and in front of YN, trying to block her from him. All he did was chuckle and walk away.

Will and I aren't exactly friends. We play football and are fraternity brothers, but we don't go out of our way to hang out with one another.

"Taken? I am no one's property, Mike." I could hear the anger in her voice as I turned to look at her.

"I know that, but I know how some of these guys are. They would try to get with you."

"So?"

"Look, YN, I am just trying to look out for you."

"I don't need you too, Mike. I can take care of myself, I have been doing a fine," I cut her off by crashing my lips against hers. I expected her to pull back and slap me, but she wrapped her arms around me.

I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

The next thing I knew, the two of us were in my bed, naked. YN on her knees, ass up in the air as I slammed into her. The two of us moaning as I fucked her. She turned her head so she was facing the mirror, and I almost came from the looked on her face. Her mouth opened, letting out little moans. Her coming all over my cock and I was just about to finish, when she opened her mouth to let out a scream.

But it was just my damn alarm that woke me up.

I woke up with a start, groaning at the feeling of my come soaked boxers.

This is going to be a very long day.

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The eight letters right in front of your eyes couldn’t be misread or confused by another word.

You were definitely pregnant with Michael’s child. One positive blood test, four positive pregnancy tests and precisely 14 weeks according to your ultrasound.

As if by a joke of fate, your phone rang with a FaceTime call from your boyfriend. Looking down at the watch around your wrist that marked 10:45 pm you knew you couldn’t ignore the call by saying you fell asleep.

Michael knows you better than anyone, and he knows how much of a night owl you are, so using sleep as an excuse would not work.

Your phone stopped ringing and you almost sighed in relief before it began ringing again. “Damn it” The quick curse word left your lips before you accepted the call “Hey handsome” You tried to play it cool but the smile on Michael’s lips soon died and a frown appeared between his strong eyebrows.

“Are you ok? You look a little panicked”

*Shit! How can he read me so well?!* You thought to yourself before smiling “Yeah, sure! Why would I be panicking?” An awkward laugh escaped your lips while you tried to conceal your nervousness.

“Muffin, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack!” He chuckled before getting serious again “What are you hiding from me? What happened? Did something happen at work? Family? You know you can tell me anything, right?” His soft green eyes held a maddening amount of worry upon them and in response your heart grew tight with guilt.

“Yeah, I know…it’s just that I can’t tell you this over the phone…” When his frown deepened you continued “It’s nothing bad, I mean, at least I don’t think so…I hope not. I just don’t want to talk about it on the phone, you know”

“But I won’t be home until next week” Michael sighed heavily before scratching his beard “Are you sure you’re ok though?”.

“I’ll be fine, handsome. Don’t worry” You smiled softly and quickly changed the subject “Now, how’s my new champion feeling?”

A warm hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you against a strong torso “Wake up, sleepyhead”

“Mike?” You turned around to face those beautiful, warm green eyes you loved so much “What are you doing here, baby?”

“I couldn’t wait until next week, so I booked a last minute red-eye to check on you” He brushed your messy hair away from your face “Needed to make sure you were ok after last night. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking why were you so nervous”

“Babe, you didn’t need to fly out here, though”

“Yes, I did! Because if my muffin needs me I’ll fly out to meet her” He pecked your lips softly “Now, what happened?”

Without a word you opened your bedside table drawer and pulled the four positive pregnancy tests and his copy of the ultrasound picture out and placed them on your tummy.

“Is this real?” Michael asked with a dumbfounded smile on his lips and you nodded in agreement

“Really, muffin?!” He took the pregnancy tests on his hands and stared at the plastic sticks and ultrasound picture in awe.

“I scheduled a last minute blood test and ultrasound yesterday to be 100% sure and they all came positive. I’m 14 weeks pregnant”

Michael softly placed the proofs of your pregnancy on his side of the bed before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss “This is by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you, muffin”

Michael lied between your thighs to kiss your belly “Hi, baby. Daddy’s here, can you hear me?” He whispered against your tummy “I’m so, so, so happy to know that you’re coming to mommy and daddy’s life. You’re not even born yet but you’ve already made daddy the happiest man in the world!”.

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