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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — jealousy was always a weakness of his, and he intended to mark you as his by any means necessary
「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], jealous sex, rough sex, marking, biting, dominant x submissive dynamic, spanking, fingering, anal sex, anal creampie
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 560
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x wardlow
「 GENRE 」 — smut
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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @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 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch
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michael’s movements were vicious
his large fingers clawing at the skirt of your dress
shoving the tight material up past your plump ass
the lack of underwear beneath revealed your plans somewhat
to release the jealousy that had been building up inside of him all night
it had been casual banter between the stranger and yourself
keep in mind that you had zero intention of ever sealing the deal with him
maybe a few flirtatious remarks here and there but nothing that could not also be said in a platonic conversation
michael however, had other ideas
he didn’t enjoy the thought of another man attempting to take what was his
just another man in your presence was enough to set of the jealous streak inside of him
the last thing on your mind was him dragging you out of the nightclub
now back behind the walls of your home, secure from prying eyes
his cock now pressed against your ass
his fingers looming closer to you mound, wanting so bad to fill your cunt with them, yet he refrained momontarily, a form of punishment you so rightfully deserve
“is my cock not good enough for you huh? you gotta find another man’s pathetic dick to ride on?”
his cock grinding hard against your ass
slick with spit as he previously lubed up his shaft
his tip teasing your puckered hole
“i-i wasn’t gonna fuck him daddy…” you whimpered, feeling the tips of his fingers tease your sensitive clit
“sure you weren’t, princess.” he mocked. “why else would you be whoring around the club with no panties on?”
you have no response to his comment
instead slowly beginning to grind back against his cock
his fingers slipped into your void, curling upward in a slow rhythmic motion
gathering your wetness onto the large digits
his free hand guiding his cock into your ass
feeling your tight hole stretch and grip around his size
“remember babygirl, no one fucks you as good as i do”
his voice resonated with a deep rumble in his chest
“you’re mine!”
his thrusts were calculated and malicious
desperately trying to fuck the brat out of you
to tame his jealousy
he bared his teeth, biting hard into the skin of your shoulder, not enough to draw blood, but enough for it to bruise under the skin in splotches of red and purple
the initial bite caused a gasp to catch in your throat
soon accompanying the pleasures of his cock and fingers.
leaving you a moaning dripping mess for him
his fingers filled to you the brim
arousal building like an ever present wave ready to crash upon the shoreline
increasing his speed the longer he progressed
“d-daddy please-“
your cries were meddled with pleasured moans
feeling so blissfully fucked out with each of his movements
his cock swollen and throbbing with arousal
emptying rope after rope of his hot cum deep within your tight warmth with a low resonating growl
fingers curling and thrusting deep inside your cunt until you spilled over
his free hand raining terror on your ass
spanking and slapping the pillowy flesh until your skin glowed warm and red
juices leaking down his palm and your thighs
he remained inside of you
making sure to pump your ass full of his seed
“remember this. i own you, princess”
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LIVING for Heel!Wardlow
Summary: The reader makes a shocking betrayl of Max along with Adam Cole and his new posse of goons.
"Max come on, you're gonna tread a line in the floor." You watch Friedman pace back and forth across the room.
"It's Samoa Joe, Y/N." Max reminds you as he comes to a brief halt. "Samoa fucking Joe."
You roll your eyes and walk over to Max's bag. You bend down and grab the arm brace out of the bag.
"So what?" You walk over to Max with the brace. "And you're thee, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. You can do this, Max." You assure him.
"You really think so?" Max asks warily. He watches you come to a stop in front of him and set the brace down for a moment.
You cup Max's face gently and look him in the eyes. "You've got this, Max." You assure him one last time. "Now come on. Let's get you all taped up and ready to go." You pick the brace back up.
"Alright." Max nods. "Man, what would I do without you, Y/N." He muses.
"Be a loser." You quip back with a laugh, your phone buzzing in your pocket.
You help Max get taped up and get his brace on so he's ready for Joe later. Once that's done you check your messages on your phone.
"What are you smiling at?" Max asks you when he spots the smile.
"Just something Willow sent me." You lie with a shrug and quickly finish your text before Max has a chance to see your screen. "Are you ready to go? Kingston and Moxley should be about done."
Max nods and finishes fixing his boots. "Yeah, I'm ready." He confirms and grabs his robe off the back of his chair.
You see Max out to the ramp and see him off before returning backstage. You get to your spot away from the tunnel and spot Adam heading your way.
"You made it!" You smile at Adam when he approaches.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Adam chuckles and hugs you. "You ready for this?" He asks you vaguely.
You smile to yourself and hum. "Born ready, Adam. Now go get our boy." You give him a playful push toward the tunnel.
Adam begins walking off on his crutches. You watch him walk off and notice what looks like something off-white hanging out of his jacket pocket. But he's gone before you have time to say or do anything about it.
The match begins and you watch Max give it his all against Joe. And you'll be damned if the man doesn't have heart. As the match comes to an end four masked men come shuffling past you in a hurry.
"Hey!" You shout as they shoulder past you.
The biggest of the four comes to a stop and turns to face you. There is almost an air of familiarity between the two of you. You stare up at the faceless enigma and he huffs briefly at you before turning sharply on his heel and returning to his companions. The foursome all turn and look at you for a moment before they turn back around and head out to the ring.
You watch the foursome head through the backstage area with stone feet. Then the men attack Adam and Max out in the ring. No longer frozen, you rush out to the ring where you're met by the bigger man again. He stares at you with a chair in his hand.
"Y/N! No! Get out of here!" Max shouts at you. "Don't touch her! Please, hit me instead!" He pleads with the gaggle of masked men surrounding him. "Y/N! Get out of here while you still can! Please!"
"Max-" You start, but then the lights go out.
There is some shuffling in the dark and you can hear Max trying to break free to get to you. But you're not worried in the slightest. The lights come back on and Max's eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of him.
"- I'm not the one that is fucked here." You finish your sentence while standing at the side of Adam.
Adam wears a stoic expression, palming a devil mask in his free hand. He stares Max down with contempt in his eyes. Max looks absolutely devastated as he gazes at the man he thought was his best friend as well as you, the girl he planned on confessing his feelings for soon.
"No." Max's voice is barely a whisper when he speaks. "Y/N?" He looks at you with pleading eyes. "I thought?"
"Thought what?" You scoff. "That I was actually into you?" You laugh. "You're not the devil, Max. You never were. It was always me. Or rather, us."
You gesture to the masked men and each one of them steps up. They all take off their masks revealing, Roderick, Matt, and Mike. Then the tallest one steps forward and you put a hand on his arm as he pulls his mask off. Wardlow.
"Y/N, please," Max begs you again. But his plea falls on deaf ears.
"He's all yours, boys." You step back with Wardlow at your side. "Adam, pleasure doing business with you."
Adam snickers and picks up a discarded steel chair. "Wardlow, my man, enjoy her." He nods to Wardlow. "Because she'll get you anywhere you want to go."
Wardlow cracks a satisfied smile and helps you down from the ring. "Well, it only took the better part of a year. But I finally got revenge." He comments.
"We got revenge." You correct him. "And I finally get to go public with the man Max kept me from." You squeeze his arm. "Told you that waiting would be worth it." You add.
"Yes, you did." Wardlow grins.
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Wardaddy
Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?
An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox
Word count: 1132
Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist
The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.
Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole.
The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.
Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship.
“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend
“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back
“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer.
Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…
“How’s your shoulder doing?”
“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways
“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury
“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps.
“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight.
“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!”
“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing
Time skip: 4 weeks later
“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom.
“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach.
“Can I come in?” he asked nervously
“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips.
The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.
“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror
“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question
“No honestly, I think I did”
“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes
“Whatever” you scoffed
You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena.
“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously
“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully.
“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that
“Ummm maybe a few months ago”
“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?”
“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”
“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people”
That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie.
Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded.
Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’
You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant”
Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think?
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Gym Stalker
• Wardlow x Reader
Summary: You are a newer AEW wrestler. You go to the gym and Wardlow happens to be there.You have never talked to each other before. Why does it seem like he is always at the gym whenever you are?
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Sitting on a bench taking a breather in-between my squat sets, I adjust my headphones looking down at the floor. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up seeing this big, muscular man standing next to me. He kinda looks familiar but I can't figure out where I saw him before. I move my one headphone off my ear and look up at him.
"Excuse me but are you using this bench or can I have it please?"
I stand up and motion for him to take it.
"All yours."
I walk over to the squat rack and fix the weights on it. I can feel a pair of eyes on me but I don't wanna turn around and look. I start doing squats on the machine listening to my music. I start struggling and having a hard time pushing the bar back up. I feel a pair of hands grab my side and stand me up putting the bar on the rack. I knock my headphones onto my neck and look back at who grabbed my sides. The mysterious muscular man is looking down at me.
"You need to be careful miss. You really could have hurt yourself."
"Thank you for your help."
He walks away and I start putting my weights away and wiping everything down. I grab my water and walk out to my car leaving the gym. I sit in my car rubbing my face wondering who this guy was.
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I walk into my locker room and the lights are off. I turn them on and there is a bouquet of flowers sitting on my coffee table. I toss my bags on the couch and walk over to the table. I crouch down and take the little card off of them.
"To Y/N, you are a beautiful woman. Don't ever change for anyone. From, your secret admirer."
I blush and smile looking at the flowers. I smell them and take a picture of the card and flowers. I go onto my Twitter and post the picture of the flowers and card for my fans to try and guess who they are from. I put my phone on the table and sit down watching the TV. There is a squash match going on at the moment. This guy gives his smaller opponent a huge powerbomb. My eyes go wide realizing that is the guy that helped me in the gym yesterday. The ref stops his match and Tony Schiavone is in the ring talking to him. He lifts up his arm showing MJF written on his wrist. He knocks Tony down on the ground and walks to the back. I shake my head smiling liking his gimmick.
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I walk into the gym and scan my little card. I am wearing a sleeveless tank top and some black shorts with black sneakers. I start walking over to the training room where I normally work out at but, I catch a big muscular frame out of the corner of my eye. I look over and he is trying to pose for a selfie in the mirror. I slowly walk up behind him, make a muscle and stick out my tongue. He doesn't seem to notice me so I walk over to the training room and get my workout done. My phone starts blowing up with tags and messages on Twitter. Everyone is tagging me in the picture of Wardlow and me at the gym saying that he is my secret admirer and how cute we are together. My eyes go wide reading all of this. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump looking behind me.
"So Y/N, why did you photobomb my selfie? My phone is blowing up about it. I didn't even notice you in the background until everyone started tagging and saying things about it."
I giggle and stand up infront of him looking up at him. He is looking down at me not smiling or anything.
"Well I thought it would be funny. That's all. I realized yesterday that we both are wrestlers in AEW."
"Wait you just noticed me?"
I scratch my head and look away.
"Nooooooo"
He slightly smiles looking down at me. I look at him and smile shrugging my shoulders.
"I wasn't really focused on anyone else but myself to be honest. I haven't had the best luck with relationships or friendships so, I decided to focus on me and no one else."
He puts a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand than up at him.
"I totally get it. I haven't really been interested in anyone lately. That changed a couple days ago."
I look at him with a confused face.
"Anyways, I was wondering if I could get your number. We could like hang out before work. Or afterwards too. Whatever you wanna do."
"Sure! Give me your phone!"
He hands me his phone and I put my number in his phone. I hand it back and he walks away with a smile on his face. I finish working out for the day.
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*a week later*
Sitting in my locker room waiting until I get called for my match tonight, I am looking through my phone. Wardlow still hasn't messaged me since I gave him my number. Maybe he isn't the secret admirer that sent me the flowers. Maybe he just wants to be friends. There is a knock on my door which startles me from my thoughts. I get up, open the door and there is a man standing there.
"You are on in 10 minutes Y/N!"
"Okay thanks!"
I get up and run to gorilla to get ready. I was stretching and I didn't notice Wardlow was coming to the back from his match he just had. The camera is following behind him recording everything. My back is to him stretching. He walks up and shoves me out of the way. I fall forward smacking my head off of the production desk. I fall to the ground holding my head feeling it throbbing. I pull my hand back seeing blood. The medics are running over to me. The crowd is booing Wardlow. I get replaced in my match while the medics are cleaning my head. They sit me up cleaning it when one of them gets pushed out of the way. I look up and see Wardlow kneeling down next to me.
"Y/N! I am so sorry! I didn't think I pushed you that hard! I am really sorry!"
"Wardlow.... it's fine."
He puts his arm under my legs and his other around my waist and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Not noticing the camera man recording everything for the crowd to see, Wardlow kisses my forehead and carries me to the medical office.
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This whole week has been nothing but fans making fanart of me and Wardlow, talking about how we are a couple and shipping us as a couple. I mean he still hasn't even texted me since I gave him my number. I decide going to the gym that I might run into him to talk to him. I go to the gym and kinda work out waiting to see if he shows up. I wait about an hour and he doesn't show up. I decide that I should just go home and maybe I will run into him at work. I walk out to my car and start putting my workout bag in the backseat when I get turned around, pushed into my car and kissed really hard. My eyes go wide seeing it is Wardlow. I try and push him off of me. He backs up looking at me.
"Y/N I am so sorry I never texted you! I get so nervous around you! Yes I am your secret admirer! I want to be with you! Ever since I laid my eyes on you here at the gym, there was just something about you I liked and wanted to know more about! Please forgive me! I am so sorry!"
I grab his face and kiss him. He kisses me back putting his hands on my sides. I wrap my arms around his neck deepening our kiss. I pull back looking up at him.
"You talk to much. But I forgive you. I just thought you weren't interested in me or something."
"No no no. I am so interested in you. I was just so nervous around you. But will you be my girlfriend?"
I giggle and kiss him again.
"Yes I will be your official girlfriend!"
He smiles really big, puts his hands on my face and pulls me into him giving me a big kiss. I pull back and look up at him with a little smirk.
"Soooo wanna break the internet?"
"Ummmm what are you thinking in that little evil brain of yours?"
I pull out my phone and turn the camera around to take a selfie. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me into his body. He puts his chin on my head and I take a cute selfie with him than a funny one.
"I love both of these so they are both going online."
"Fine with me babe!"
I smile and upload the pictures on Twitter for the fans to freak out about. Seconds later, me and Wardlow's phone is blowing up about the pictures. I turn around and look up at him.
"Guess the fans are happy about us."
He laughs and kisses me.
"I am happy to be with you."
The End.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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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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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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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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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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)
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Xavier Woods: Distraction at It’s Finest (S, F)
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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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Could you possibly write 10, 24, and 52 from the nsfw headcanons list for Wardlow?
• headcannon — wardlow •
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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wardlow masterlist }
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } public sex, gym sex, mirror sex, submissive x dominant dynamic oral sex { male receiving }, size kink, filming, dirty talk, hair pulling, facials, throatpie, cumplay, brat taming, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, squirting, cumshots
{ word count } — 972
{ pairing } — fem!reader x wardlow
{ genre } — smut
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{ 10 } — look what you do to me
{ 24 } — don’t be gentle
{ 52 } — i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet
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to say he was distracted was an understatement
barely able to keep focus on his reps with the tantalising view in his peripherals
you stood by his left side, counting each squat with a slow, methodical bend
the curve of your ass accentuated by the movement
not to mention the alluringly tight yoga pants
the sage green fabric clung tightly to your skin
an emphasis on your heavenly curves of which he adored
a tightness grew in his gym shorts
one of which made him thank that the gym was pretty much empty aside from a few stragglers finishing up their final sets
he set his weights down, placing them back on the rack
not even bothering to finish his set
he stood behind you, admiring how round and perky your ass was
each time you bent down, your ass grazed lightly against his cock
a small groan fell from between his clenched teeth
“what are you doing?”
your queried, peeking up at him through the mirror
“i could ask you the same thing”
he smirked down at you
“uhh…working out?”
you chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the sizeable bulge pressing into your ass
“look what you do me”
his voice low, almost a quiet growl
you peered behind your shoulder, finally noticing how hard his was
a thick gulp rose in your throat
mouth salivating at the thought
already knowing what he was hinting at
“michael, are you insane?! we can’t, there’s people still in here!”
you whisper yelled, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment creep upon your cheeks
“it’s fine, little one, plus they’re leaving anyway”
you peeked over his shoulder, realistic that the two of you were indeed the only people left in the gym
“ok, what about the cameras?”
you smirked, holding your hands triumphantly on your hips
feeling like you’d won the conversation
“i know a blindspot, c’mon”
“of course you do” you thought as he took you by the hand
leading you to a more secluded area of the gym
it was only a small corner of the gym where the cameras did not intersect
but the mirror was what he was more intrigued by
“now…on your knees, babygirl”
you rolled your eyes playfully
eventually sinking to your knees, freeing his cock from his gym shorts
the thick appendage sprang up from the waistband
almost hitting you in the face
his tip glossy with pre-cum, the taste lightly salty on your tongue
both your hands wrapped around the base of his shaft
making them look so small in comparison
he reached for his phone in his pocket
pressing record as your lips wrapped around his tip
barely managing to go any deeper than that
“such a naughty little whore”
you cheeks blushed with heat at his words
innocently batting your eyelashes up at him through the lens of his phone camera
he panned the camera up to the mirror
capturing the scene in full view
your head softly bobbing with small rhythmic movements
his hips bucking up every so often
hitting the back of your throat with a small gag from you in response
“fuck, babygirl, suck daddy’s cock, just like that-“
his words grew increasing choked
feeling his cock pulse on the flat of your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks, allowing him greater access to your throat
“i’m cumming, baby…oh fuck yes-“
a flood of warmth filled your cheeks
his seed mingling with your tastebuds as you pulled back
swallowing him greedily
the remainder dripping down your lips
splashing up onto your cheeks as he lazily jerked himself off
“face the mirror”
he kept his phone poised on you as you bent over slightly, once hand stabilising yourself against the mirror
almost the exact same position that got the two of you caught up in this predicament in the first place
he pried down your yoga pants with one swift tongue
your panties drenched in your sweetness
a sight which only made him shudder in delight
“i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet”
you merely giggled innocently, swaying your hips from side to side with silty movements
effectively putting on a show for him
he placed his phone down by one of the weight machines
still recording
he took the time to admire your lower half once more, how soaked your cunt was just for him
“don’t be gentle” you whispered softly against his lips as he leaned down to kiss you rather feverishly
“trust me, little one, i won’t”
his movements were impatient almost
wasting no time to fill you to the brim with his cock
“oh fuck, daddy!”
the initial thrust took you by surprise, having to brace yourself against the mirror one more
you admire the sight
being absolutely fucked out and getting to see every expression you gave
just how well he’d unraveled you in mere seconds
the way his cock was so evident through your skin
he kept a hand on your waist, the other locked in your hair, keeping your gaze in the mirror
“you feel so fucking good, baby”
your whimpers echoed through the gym, feeling so full of him
“g-gonna c-cum…” you cried out, already buckling under the weight of your orgasm
wetness dripping down your thighs, much to his amusement
“good girl, that’s it, make a mess for daddy”
your thighs shaking upon release, barely able to keep yourself up
he released your hair from his grip, wrapping it around your waist as he pulled out
jerking himself off until his spilled into your panties, coating the already soaked fabric with his milky seed
he pulled your panties up along with your yoga pants
his cum radiating with warmth against your cunt
making your squirm back into his chest
“finish your workout little one, then i’ll give you all the creampies you deserve”
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snippets is a series of mostly unedited excerpts from fics I'm not sure I'll ever finish
Snippet #1: Wardlow x Reader
The concept for this fic was "Wardlow keeps implying in interviews that he's a dom and that makes me want to dom him". This particular snippet is from early in the fic, after the two of you have already undressed and fallen into bed together.
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Wardlow is more than happy to lay back so you can straddle him. His hands are quick to find your waist You grab his wrists.
"Uh-uh. Hands off."
His eyebrows knit together but he follows your lead when you remove his hands, twine your fingers with his, and slowly push his arms up. You press the back of his hands onto the bed at either side of his head.
"If you're a good boy I might let you touch me." you tell him. His hips buck up into you. A surprised squeak slips out of you. Michael gives a breathy, cocky laugh.
"I don't need my hands to get you off." he says in a low rumble.
"Oh, I don't doubt that but that's not what I want. Tonight, I'm in charge."
#I have so many half finished fics sitting around on my hard drive#wardlow x reader#aew x reader#wrestling smut#original content#snippet
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Deserving better
Wardlow X reader
Everyone told me I was too good for you but I didn’t listen. I told them you were deserving of my love. I guess I was wrong, you broke my heart, you can apologize all you want but It will never fix what happened.
Word count: 514
Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist
It has been four weeks since you broke my heart. I should have listened to everyone when they told me you were undeserving of my love. I was a vet and you were new to the game here in AEW. I should have seen that you were using me for what I had to offer. I knew our relationship was starting to get rocky, you came home late and I knew you were hiding something yet I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. I opened up to you, told you about my childhood, how fucked up it made me. Even though I act all rough and tough on tv, all I need is someone to hold me at night, tell me everything is going to be ok. Wipe the tears that fall before a big match.
In exchange I helped you. I saw you win gold and get your first AEW contract. I stayed up many nights trying to make sure you were taken care of. How could someone so sweet end up so sour? You told me you loved me and I said it back. You helped me through my mood swings, helped me get sober, but why was it when I got better I noticed just how wrong everything was?
I could see right through you like you were glass and it shattered my heart. You took me to the beach and we played in the sand. You said you wanted to marry me and I believed it. I let you cum into my home, something only few get.
When you told me about your dad I helped you through it, we bonded over the trauma, sharing the same scars. Battle wounds that should be worn with pride. When the world was against you I fought by your side, I thought you were the one for me.
I will never forget the day you left. It will forever remain bittersweet. Your match was before mine, you promised you would watch me win gold. When I returned tears of joy in my eyes I looked around for you and you were no were to be found. I knew it the second I stepped backstage, I could feel that you were gone. My true friends came up to me holding me close as they congratulated me. They saw you leave but you wouldn't stay. So mad you lost that you packed everything up and got on a plane to go who knows where.
I tried once more to give you yet another chance but when I spent the next two days calling you, waiting for a response I gave up. It took you a week to own up to your mistake, I gave you back the ring and packed up my things, leaving you. You begged for me to stay but I know I deserve better. It doesn’t matter how many times you call or show up at my front door, it will never fix the hole in my heart. You claim to love me but never show it, I deserve better.
An: I wanted to try something new, hope you like it!
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Could I request a headcanon of Wardlow getting jealous seeing MJF flirting with his(Wardlow’s) girlfriend?
Wardlow being Jealous
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When Wardlow worked for Max he felt like there wasn’t really anything he could do
And you always tried to push it off as nothing
But after? He wouldn’t leave your side
Any time he was there Max wouldn’t come near you
But at a company party he went to grab you both a drink, and when he came back max had you cornered in the room
He had a smirk as he talked while you stood there clearly uncomfortable
When you saw Wardlow you excused your self and quickly walked towards him
To which he set the drinks down and quickly dragged you into the bathroom.
He checked to see if anyone was in there and locked the door
He would mark your neck up as much as possible
Before leading you back to the party with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist
He smirked right at Max, making sure he knew who you belonged to.
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!!! 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...
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