#wardlow x reader

As you went through the steps of cleaning it thoroughly your breath quickened. The wire interior was strong. The ribbed, silicone exterior was, indeed, purple. You’d seen the reviews when you looked up the item in the “recently ordered” tab. Some of them said it wasn’t strong enough to hold someone open on its own. You bent the V-shaped wire like the picture, giving the wire two short prongs to stay outside your body. They would hold back your labia, putting your whole pussy on display. You squeezed your thighs together. In your hand, it felt plenty strong to hold you open.

The toy, a labia spreader, was supposed to help him stuff you. Not that he ever needed help in that department. Your mind swirled with the possibilities. How was he going to use it on you?

Maybe you should clean it for him. So it would be ready to go when he gave it to you.

You glanced at your phone. Wardlow wouldn’t be home for a while.

You could test it out and clean it quick. He’d never know.

There were other things to worry about. Like the ripped open silver package, and the little plastic sleeve that couldn’t be reclosed. But you weren’t thinking about all that.

You were unsure how long (deep?) it needed it to be. Bringing out another one of the toys Wardlow liked to use on you (a vibrating dildo with a base that was designed to sit flat against you once the length was inserted), you used it to “measure” the bend.

Laying back on the bed, you were plenty wet for the toy. The anticipation had been more than enough. You dragged the bend, the ridges, and every inch of the toy through your slick before trying to insert the toy. It took a few tries. The wire wasn’t wide; you hadn’t bent it too wide for your first try. It took short pumps, and a few twists to get it settled. The prongs took some positioning to hold you open.

You immediately loved the sensation.

Panic set in as you heard the garage door open.

Wardlow was home early.

There was no time to clean the toy, certainly. Maybe it would be easier to just keep the toy in and hide the packaging? But as you stood, you realized how difficult it would be to walk.

“Baby, you home?”

You fumbled to tug on some of Wardlow’s sweatpants. In the back of your head, you wondered what wearing this toy with jeans or leggings would feel like. Probably delightful torture.

“I’m home. I’ll be… be there in a second.” Groaning and cursing your curious nature, you hurried to the kitchen.

Wardlow hugged you close, oblivious to your plight. “Surprise.” He kissed your forehead. “My trainer wanted to leave early to finish up some of his Christmas shopping.”

“Tis the season,” you managed.

He frowned. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Mhmm. I was, um, just finished vacuuming the back room. It had been a minute. Now we can… um. Now you should be able to move in those bookcases before your parents come to visit.”

He snapped, remembering the honey-do-list. “Right. I’ll do that first thing tomorrow.”

“Good to know.”

It felt like you were leaking down your leg. You hurried to make yourself a glass of water.

“Baby? You seem… kinda breathless.”

You nodded, sipping instead of chugging the water like you wanted to. “Must have worked too quick. And I left the heat on a little high. Oops. Did you want something to drink?”

Wardlow’s brows scrunched as he watched you fluster around the kitchen. “No. I’m good.” He leaned against the counter. By his elbow was the opened package.

You did your best to look everywhere but at the ripped plastic. You turned towards the living room, hoping to draw him away from the evidence. You missed him looking right at it, and then at you.

“Why are you walking around like that?”

“Like what?” You froze, trying not to hump the air.

“With your legs open like that. And that arch.” Wardlow bullied into your space until you were backed into the wall. His voice took on a teasing lilt. “Did you break into your Christmas present early?”

Each passing second made you want to squeeze your legs together, but the toy wouldn’t let you. “No. Of course not. You haven’t broken into any of yours, have you?”

He shook his head. His hands massaged down your arms to your hips. Giving them a squeeze, he tilted his head, trying to look you in the eye. He pressed his cheek to yours, kissing behind your ear. “Your cheeks are kinda warm. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Mhmm.” You gasped as he kicked your feet a little wider. “I was… was, was thinking about baking some cookies. Would you like a sweet treat?”

It was a poor choice of words. You knew you had been caught since the minute he came home. But he took one last lingering gaze up and down your body before reaching for your heat, sliding past the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants. His fingers ran up over your slick, catching your clit sudden enough to topple you forward into his chest.

“I would like a sweet treat.” Nuzzling your face to tilt it back and forth, he chuckled at your glassy look and continued to play with your clit. He batted your hands away from gripping his shirt. “Though, it seems to me, you wanted to be naughty instead of nice today.” Wardlow grinned down at you and licked his fingers into his mouth. You whined, imaging what his tongue would feel like with you spread out like this. “Still trying to hold onto your innocence? I thought I fucked that out of you a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I got the email that it was coming in the mail and tried to forget about it, honest. But then it showed up today, and you were out, and-“

“Shhh.”

Reaching again for your slick, Wardlow pressed a kiss to your forehead. You whimpered.

“Do you like it?”

“Mhmm.” You eagerly shook your head, openly panting now.

“The reviews said you could use it to hold someone open for trying out bigger things. Let’s have a look.”

He lifted you, making you mewl as the elevation to his hips pressed the folded edges deeper into your spread labia. He sat you on the kitchen table and laid you back. You were suddenly thankful that you’d broken into your present before decorating there, or it would all be on the floor right now. You were also thankful for the thick kitchen curtains. He tugged his sweatpants off your body, whistling when he saw the mess that you were. An obscene squelching paired with your walls trying to clamp down on the toy.

“Hmm. Not as open as I thought you’d be.” He tossed one of your legs over his shoulder. As you pleaded with him and tried to push him away, Wardlow slowly eased the toy out of you. “Aw, Baby. I know I’ve stretched you more than this.” He held the toy up so you could see it. It was covered with your slick. And it kind of looked like it had closed a bit since you put it in. He noted your curious face. “I’ve always said that pussy of yours was strong. Poor little bendy toy couldn’t compete, could it?”

He held it in his palm. You watched the calculations spinning in his head as your hips bucked. With your leg still on his shoulder and his body in the way of bringing your other leg closed, you were even more open than before. He placed his thumbs on either side of the toy, as if preparing to break it like a wishbone. Gently, he widened the toy until it was a bit closer to the width of his girth.

“Much better.”

You cried out as he began to ease it back into your body. The short, quick pumps he used, along with an occasional twist, made your lungs tight. It was so much wider than you had managed the first time. When the bent bits finally pressed against you, Wardlow’s eyes drank up the way your tummy kept contracting, and how you leaked around the toy. He used his thumb to nestle the ends up and under your rolls.

He suddenly yanked you to your feet.

Whimpering, you scrambled to hang onto him before you fell over.

You couldn’t close your legs. They trembled, probably making you look like a baby deer. Wardlow’s hand on the small of your back furthered the curve of your spine. He kneeled behind you.

“Damn. I would take a picture, but,” he looked off towards the living room. He must have left all his stuff in there. “I don’t think I should let you go. You might topple over.” He guided you to bend across the kitchen table. He continued to make observations, mostly to himself instead of you. He pressed in two of his fingers between the prongs. “That’s wild. You’re so wet. Does it hurt at all?”

It took everything within you to focus on forming words instead of the shivering of your thighs. “No. Not in a way to worry ab- about.”

“Good.”

He dragged his fingers over your clit, surely more visible with the toy spreading you open. Held open as you were, there was plenty of room for two of his fingers to easily slide into your channel. He made delighted sounds as your walls tried to clamp down on him, but was held back by the toy. His observations continued to himself.

“So that’s what you look like when I’ve got you filled. Fun to know.” He suddenly flattened his tongue over you, making you claw at the tabletop. He chuckled against your mound. “You’re soaked. Just the way I like you.”

Your breath kept coming out in short bursts. If you tried to take a deeper one, the air caught in the top of your lungs, frozen in place by the sensation of Wardow’s fingers dragging and curling against every place he knew made your limbs like jello. With the toy in, he didn’t have to hold you open. This pleased him too. It left his hands free to squeeze and massage your sweet-zones. You began to whine.

He shushed you, flattening his tongue against you again before suckling on your clit. “I’ve got you. Come on. Show me how you can cum for me.”

His focus shifted to only your clit. The plea for his cock died on your lips. Your vision was fuzzy around the edges. Laid out over the table, your toes barely had enough purchase on the ground to hold your position. And definitely not enough to help you rock into his touch. It left you nowhere to go as your coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter. You trembled with release. The toy was there to contract on, but the wires were so thin it felt like you were clamping down on nothing. Faintly, you registered Wardlow’s pleased hum behind you. He continued to flick at your clit, making your body twitch.

“So that’s what it looks like when you cum on my cock.” He titled his head to kiss your hip. “Such a pretty sight.” He gave the prongs a tug. The toy didn’t budge.

You whimpered against the table.

“Still…” he grabbed your ass, spreading you further, “I still don’t think it’s enough. Maybe if I wanted you to wear it all day to keep you open and ready for me. Hmm. But it’s not easy for you to walk around in. ‘Specially when it’s this wide,” he laughed. “It’s not really something I can quickly take out of you. And it’s not like I’m going to be able to fit in there with it. Oh, well. It was worth a shot.”

Before you could mumble a defense, he began to work it out of you. The ridges of the toy pulled at your walls, catching your nerves and nearly making you arch off the table. Wardlow couldn’t resist rubbing the bend of it over your clit once he had it into the open. He wiped it on your thigh. Gently, he guided you to roll over to your back, resting your knees on his hips.

“There, see? This is how wide you really need to use it.” He held it in front of your face, just close enough to make your eyes cross. He chuckled. “Oh. Nothing left in that pretty head of yours, is there?”

You reached for him. “Need you. Please.”

He smiled. “Maybe a little bit of something left. Not gonna complain.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. His hands smoothed up your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “You still need more? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can’t even think the word ‘please’ here in a minute.”

You don’t know where the toy ended up. You couldn’t care less. Wardlow lifted you up, making sure your head was resting on his shoulder. It made him laugh when your hips rolled towards him. He carried you to the bedroom to discover for himself how much the toy had stretched you out… and to reintroduce to you how much he could stretch you.

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Masterlist

Other Wardlow Fics:

 A Not-So-Subtle Start (S)

All the Better (S)

Cold Hands, Warm Heart (F, S)

Other Holiday Fics:

Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader x Elias)

Plus One (F, TransMale!Reader x WWE!Buddy Murphy)

Eight Miracles With You (S, Hanukkah fic, Reader x MJF)

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Midnight Vibrations (New Years, S, Reader x Dick Grayson)

The Kissing Thief (S, Reader x Dick Grayson)

A Party for Two (S, Holiday Party, Wife!Reader x Bruce Wayne)

Maybe One Day (Complete Series, S, Red Hood x Nurse!OC)

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Bound and Blinded Together (S,A,F, Christmas Light Bondage, Reader x Castiel)

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Tumbling Together (S, Ice Skating, Reader x Tim McGee [NCIS])

For Funzies:

The walk from the car to the house door is slow, Y/N pants as she brings four heavy bags of groceries, her hands freezing due to the cold. Wardlow is at home, but since he is injured, she always makes sure not to have him do things that could worsen his problem.

He is always so sweet and caring, always ready to help, that Y/N feels bad when she has to rely too much on him. This way around it is the opposite and it makes her feel good. She sighs happily when she enters the warmth of their house, smiling as one of their new Golden Retriever puppies trots to her, waggling his tail.

"I am home!" She brings the groceries in the kitchen and the pup follows her.

"Welcome back, dear. I am in the living room, kidnapped by three puppies." Wardlow's voice is deep and Y/N can't hold back a laugh.

"Soon you'll get grounded by myself too." Y/N quickly puts everything away, before reaching her boyfriend. "Daddy is my boyfriend, not yours, puppies." She pouts when she notices that they are taking all the space on his broad chest.

"Are you jealous of three puppies?" Wardlow laughs and opens his arms, so that she can lay down next to him and huddle to him for warmth.

"In this case yes." She hums happily and obliges to what he is inviting her to do. "It is so cold outside." Making sure that she feels it, she caresses his arm.

"Now we are here all together, take the cover on the couch and then we can just lay here like this." He kisses her forehead, smiling.

"Mh..."

Y/N stretches her arms and takes the cover, putting it carefully over them all, purring then against his chest. Having him home because of the injury isn't so bad after all, even when she can see how much he misses being in the ring. She would lie if she was to say that she doesn't enjoy having him there with her for so long, but she knows the feeling too well of needing to go back to work, to do what they love the most.

"Tonight we'll have pizza for dinner." She tells him sleepily, his warmth and his heartbeat slowly lulling her to sleep.

"You are the only one I can trust. The only one that makes me feel safe," Wardlow spoke. His tone strained from the wounds he suffered at the hands of Governor Adam Cole and his men. The warrior shivered before her. Harsh winters of Canada were in full swing.

Y/N took a moment to absorb his confession. The larger than life man never spoke something so sweet to her. She opened the wooden door wider to accommodate his frame. "Come in,"

The injured man walked inside the tavern. Weary of anyone watching them, she poked her head out of the door. The town was quiet that night. Fear of freezing to death from the winter storm kept everyone in. The door was closed promptly to keep the cold out.

Heavy footsteps walked towards a stool out of sight from any windows or doors. Wardlow knew the dangers that came with him being inside her tavern. Despite the storm, many men would die or kill to get a piece of the reward for his capture to Governor Cole.

"Got you a whiskey," Y/N told him. She handed the bottle over to Wardlow. He took it from her quickly as if this was the first thing he drank in a while. Considering the cruel treatment of Governor Cole, it might have been.

When he was drunk half the bottle, Y/N placed a bowl filled with liquid medicine on the table next to him. She dipped a rag into the bowl and rinsed it out. Despite carefully patting the rag to his wound, he hissed and grimaced.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm doing the best I can,"

Wardlow braced himself. The medicine stung. Soft pants of pain filled the tavern. When her hand rubbed his arm, he quieted down. His eyes closed. Her soft fingers rubbed him so gently. This was the first time he could close his eyes and know no harm will fall to him in a long time.

"You are safe here, Wardlow," she whispered. He nodded his head slowly. The tension in his shoulders started to relax. Y/N grabbed a bandage and wrapped the fabric around his head. When finished, her fingers ran down his cheeks gently. His face leaned into the palms of her hands.

"Can I stay here, please?" He asked. When she tensed, he knew his stay had to be short. "Just for tonight. I will leave before the sun comes up,"

Y/N paused. "I will get your room ready,"

Within fifteen minutes, Y/N had the room ready for him. Wardlow laid his weary body in the bed. His sore muscles and bones screamed in salvation. They couldn't recall the last time they had a bed to sleep in.

"Thank you," he breathed. Eyes closed once more. The warm blankets and fire in the fireplace made it easy to fall asleep. The tavern keeper smiled at her guest. She moved to stand from the bed. Wardlow grabbed her hand.

"No, don't leave me. Please, stay with me. It will only be a few hours,"

Y/N moved to the other side of the bed. He lifted the sheets for her to get under. Her head lay on his shoulder. His arm secured around her frame. She wondered if he thought she would leave when he fell asleep.

"This reminds me of when we were married," Y/N chuckled. A smile appeared on his handsome face, yet his eyes were filled with sadness. "What troubles you?"

When I finally returned from another long week on the road I was looking forward to spending the few days I had off with her. When I opned the front door I was expecting her to be on the other side with open arms, waiting for my return. However that was not the case. When I entered the house I was welcomed by darkness. All the lights had been turned off and all the blinds were shut. I would have assumed that Y/n was not home but her car was in the driveway.

I called out to her and awaited a response, nothing. Turned on the lights on the main floor and noticed the house was oddly clean. Sure our house wasn't necessarily messy but it was never this clean. It was strange how organized everything had seemed. As I went farther into the kitchen I noticed a thin layer of dust on a cookbook. Weird, I thought to myself. I knew Y/n was in the house, I could feel her presance but where could she be?

I quietly made my way up to the second floor where I noticed our master bedroom door was open ever so slightly. I carefully opned it to find a blob of blankets.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked the blanket monster who I know knew was my girlfriend. "I'm so tired" wispred Y/n. I removed the layers of blankets and joined Y/n in bed. "I know baby, I know it's been hard but you are doing so well. I'm so proud of you" I told her reassringly. She nussled up to me, laying her head on my chest as I began to trace circles along her spine. "I'm a mess" "Baby you are not a mess, why would you say that?" "Look at me, I can't do anything. All I do is rot away in bed like a sick victorian child. I look horrible, I look sick"

I could feel her tears begin to fall. I scooped her up in my arms and held her close to me as she cried. "I know, I know. It's okay, you're okay now. I'm here" I told her as I kissed her temple. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this" Y/n said barley above a whisper. "There is nothing to be sorry about. I love you so much. I want you to understand there isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you. We are going to get through this together."

"Promise?"

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”

"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.

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."