Loving the Wardlow appreciation rn. Can I request a one shot where the reader is feeling self concious, and Wardaddy shows them how much he loves and appreciates them? 💚
Positive Affirmations
Wardlow X Fem reader
An: Let's pretend that this request was in my inbox since October....
Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist
I hated seeing Y/n so down on herself. Ever since her injury she had developed this dark cloud over her head. I know not being able to wrestle or travel was hard on her, in fact it was hard on me too. I missed spending all day every day with her. It was lonely spending sleepless nights in random hotels. All I wanted was her next to me.
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."
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.
Warlord and the reader celebrating their anniversary
i GOTCHUUUUUUU
Wardlow and Fem!Reader Celebrating their Anniversary: (Wardlow x Fem!Reader)
Word count: 787
Genre: Fluff
Supreme Speaks: i know that I always say this but sorry for taking too long. shoutout to @hookerforhook for allowing me to write their requests (plz keep them coming). hope everyone enjoys this one. P.S. Remember you are loved and appreciated
Wardlow is a sweetheart and you cannot change my mind
A very strong, tall, delicious looking, smells good, funny, charismatic sweetheart indeed
In terms of yall getting together, he would have not stopped chasing you until you agreed to date him
(Then again if you rejected this man you are crazy and we need to talk-)
Throughout your relationship, he has been very hands-on and open about everything with you
I believe he would communicate very well with you
“Baby please don’t hate me but that couch does not go with the furniture”
“Babe, it’s the sims-”
Would think about you for the majority of the day
And would get you little trinkets while he’s on the road
He’s very protective of you and hates to be away from you for long
Always tries to get you to travel with him
Overall, Wardlow is grateful for you putting up with his schedule and the demands in his life and decided to treat you for the upcoming milestone
For the anniversary he would pull out all the stops
Breakfast in bed? With your favorite flowers? And the bottomless mimosas if you wanted? (or water if that’s your style)
OKAY HEAR ME OUT He would allow you to open one gift for every meal you two eat
So he has three big gifts for you in total
(and then he’ll eat you afterward if you know what I mean)
Wants you to wear a matching color scheme with him (his favorite color is black)
Would take you to a spa day cause he got certificates to use
After a nice back massage, he’ll take you out to lunch at your favorite place
DON’T THINK THIS IS ONE-SIDED
You gifted him with a map of where ya’ll first met and a transcript of your first words to each other
He said he’s gonna put it up in y’alls living room
“Is that Leo the Lion?”
He gives you a blooming flower box like this
I don’t think he’s into doing DIY by himself so he asked the girls at work to help him with the gift and putting it together
You nearly teared up as you looked through the memories together
“Oo babe! This is when you got chased by that-”
“I thought I took that one out -_-”
Although this is a nice gift, he saved the best for last
Hours later you got redressed cause he said “It’s a fancier place”
While y’all are matching again, he blindfolds you and takes you to the location
After stumbling in your heels (cause you can’t see or if you don’t wear heels that’s cool too), he took off your blindfold and you saw a beautiful table decorated with roses and pictures of the two of you hanging up by the tree branches in a garden
You awed and squealed as tears entered your eyes yet again
He leads you to the table where your favorite meal and alcoholic (or non-alcoholic) beverage awaits
While eating, you two discussed today and future plans, ultimately deciding today was the best anniversary ever
After you finished eating, you were given a dessert with the words “Marry Me?” on it
You looked up at Wardlow in shock as he got down on one knee with a beautiful ring in his hands
(girl if you weren’t crying earlier, you’re sobbing now as I’m about to get fluffy)
“Y/N, I truly love you. I cannot imagine my life without you, and I hope I never have to go on without you in my life. You have been my rock, the one person who keeps me grounded. Today, really cemented how I feel about you and how even after three years of dating, I still get nervous and butterflies when you just look at me. Babygirl, I am in love you. God, I’m so in love with you. You are the most caring, sincere, beautiful, and intelligent person I’ve ever met. Thank you for showing me how to love you unconditionally, with passion and purity. You will always be the best part of my life. I say all that to ask, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
You quickly nodded as tears streamed down your face. Wardlow got up, put the ring on your finger, and kissed you as the hired photographer took pictures of you.
Hugging you, he kissed your forehead and looked up at the sky. You felt his body shake and looked down to see him shaking his leg, you laughed at him
“Does your knee hurt?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Let’s book another massage, you old man.”
“The old man you’re gonna marry.”
Overall…Wardaddy is an amazing boyfriend who is gonna turn into a wonderful husband.
I bit my lip as I chanced a glance into the gym mirror, my gaze sweeping over him. I was used to being alone in the hotel gym this early in the morning, but I was silently glad he was joining me today.
Michael and I have what some might call "a flirtationship". We both like to tease and flirt with each other, but it hasn't ever gone past that.
Even if I'd like it to.
I happened to catch his eye in the mirror and he shot me a wink before leaning back on the bench to lift weights. I let my gaze linger on his thighs, and I ended up stumbling slightly on the treadmill. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice. I slowed my pace, which I was grateful for when I heard him let out a tight grunt that shot straight to my core.
I stepped off the machine as he grunted again, and I clenched my thighs together as I took position at the rowing machine. This allowed me to see his legs up close, and I bit my lower lip and tried to ease my breathing. His thighs were massive, sculpted to perfection, and I couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like as I ground against him.
"See something you like, sugarplum?"
I blinked, completely unaware that he had sat up. "Maybe," I mumbled weakly, embarrassed he caught me completely off guard.
He chuckled softly, resting a hand on one of his incredible thighs. "Come have a seat, baby," he said with a smirk. "This has been a long time coming."
I fought to stand up at a normal pace, but I couldn't keep the excited smile off my face as I closed the distance and straddled his thigh. "Yes it has." I tried to keep the brave facade, but even adjusting myself on him left my voice shaking slightly.
His hands were gentle on my hips as he leaned in to kiss me, slowly guiding me along his thigh. I moaned against his lips at the friction on my aching clit, and his grip tightened slightly with a growl. I gave into the heady feeling, grinding faster on his leg as one hand became knotted in my hair.
"That's it," he whispered, "make a mess for me."
"Michael," I panted, each movement drawing me ever closer to release. With a smirk, he flexed the muscles beneath me, making the pressure just right as I let go with a soft whimper.
"That's a good girl," he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. "Now, how about we stop dancing around it, and go back to my room and continue this?"
Can I request "running your fingers through your lover's hair" "''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway" with they/them reader from the kisses prompt? Maybe after Wardlow's win at Revolution, and if you want to maybe let it get ✨️spicy✨️ I love your fics so much 🥺
Ohhhhh my first Wardlow!! Thank you so much for requesting. I decided to throw a little pinch of spice in there. As a treat. ;) Please enjoy and thank you so much for the kind words, I hope you love this one too!
Pairing: Wardlow x OC.
Prompts: Running your fingers through your lover’s hair + “‘we shouldn’t do this” but they do so, anyway.
Rating: M.
Warnings/Content: Feelsy spice!
Word Count: 1149.
Tag List (asked to be added/removed!): @alyhull @boutmachines @chrisdickinson @lghockey @rubyred1980 @sillynilly27 @simoneinside
(I don’t own gif; all credit to hangmangang!)
Nerves made it difficult for them to watch. They wrung their hands together, half-turned away from the monitor as they split themself between wanting to watch and wanting to run to him. But he had told them, with low-toned and full-bodied confidence, that he would return to them with their way out. Set his large hand on their face and looked at them in that quiet, gentle way that no one would have expected from a man like him.
And they believed him, full stop.
So they sat and waited and waited. Television on mute and their eyes ahead but their mind elsewhere. On him. Their attention snapped to the doorway when it started to crack open and they shifted on the couch, breath held in their throat. Chest red with a ring in his hand, the only one that mattered to them, was Wardlow. Proud and beautiful and terrifying to probably anyone that wasn’t them.
“Done.”
Then he grinned, a little breathless, and they went to him. He dropped the ring to the ground and pressed into the room. Shut the door behind him as they stood in front of him and laughed a little at the way his hair sat lopsided on the top of his head. They reached up.
“So I see.”
They didn’t miss the way Wardlow’s eyes shut when they dragged their nails along his scalp to free his hair. He stepped closer to them and wrapped an arm around their lower back to tug them against him. Every moment they had to steal, every glance to assure the other when MJF settled on degrading them or the slightest touch to his arm to stop him from absolutely decimating Spears. It led to them there, his head tilted to look down at them and he made no attempt to hide the want in his expression.
The want to be free in so many damn ways. All the ways the two had talked about when the nights were quiet and they were finally alone. Answering to no one but each other. Or the want clearly pressed against them that made their skin catch on the heat of him.
“We shouldn’t,” they murmured to him as they settled their hands on his broad chest. Their actions betrayed their words as they pressed against him. He answered with a grunt and a flex of his arm. “Fuck, we shouldn’t do this.”
“I know,” Wardlow said as he carefully walked them back to one of the chairs. “We don’t have…”
He trailed, then turned to sit back heavily on the chair behind him. Dragged them onto his lap and settled his hands on their hips. Their forearms rested on his solid shoulders. He angled his head back to look at them and they gently twisted his soft hair between their fingers. The grip he held on them only increased and he brought them down flush against him. They lingered there for a moment, looking at each other with gradually heaving chests and neither was sure who said fuck it first but it didn’t matter.
Lips met, tongues clashed, and their hands slid under the straps of his singlet to tug them down. He pulled off their shirt in one motion, the warmth of his fingertips making their back arch as he pressed into their muscle. Their blunt nails made lines down his chest, his sides, and he huffed a pleased sound as he literally popped the button of their pants off. Nearly tore the zipper off too but he thought better of it. Before they could scold him, his palm slid down their abdomen and the words died out in their throat.
His beard scratched along their chest as he nipped and sucked their heated skin. They went with his touch readily, their hands anchored in his hair as their hips chased after what he readily offered them.
“Shit. We don’t have time but later,” Wardlow said as he took in a heavy breath moments later. Lifted his head up from their chest and pulled his hand out of their underwear. He dragged his thumb along their bottom lip and lingered there before he pulled them in for another kiss. It was almost rude, the efficient way he could take them apart and put them back together again. The insistence of his erection against them all but emptied their brain of rational thought and they ground against him, just as insistent. His tone dropped to a low, devastating growl that made them shudder against him as he rutted his hips against them. “Fuck, later.”
The pace changed, slipped towards the next gear, as they rutted against each other like teenagers with so much time in the world yet none at all. He pulled them tight against him, enveloped in his large arms as he did his damnedest to get them to that finish together as the clock ticked overhead. It was their moment but it wasn’t long enough yet it had to be and then he moaned into the frantic pulse in their neck, his hips no longer steady under them as every muscle in him went taut. They cradled his head against them and moaned low and quiet in their own chest, their thighs and calves pleasantly burning.
Wardlow’s arm tightened and loosened around them as he leaned back and let out a slow, barely controlled breath. Swept his hair back as he ran his hand down his face. Hazy eyes settled on him and they smirked as they teased their fingers down his abdomen, teased along the damp velvet. He hissed and caught their hand, pulled it up to drag his lips across the pulse in their wrist before he carefully stood them up.
“I hope you have another outfit in there.”
Wardlow raised a brow and chuckled, then slid off his singlet without breaking eye contact. Completely unashamed and bare to them as he opened the closet and pulled out a dark suit, a crisp white shirt. Their skin was never going to not be flushed around him and they busied themself with getting their own outfit in order. Sans button. They frowned.
“You owe me new pants,” they said and watched as he crossed over to them. They weren’t exactly small but when he stood behind them in the mirror, his silhouette enveloped them. “Are you ready?”
One hand settled around their shoulder and the other went to his pocket. Diamonds glittered in his palm as he held it out. In the reflection, their eyes met.
“For this?” He held their eyes pointedly, plenty said in the unsaid, then closed his fist around the ring. Shoved it back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. The hand on their shoulder drifted to trace the bump of their upper spine, his thumb a welcome pressure before he pulled away from them. “I’ve been ready.”
Prompt No. 97: “I apologize sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”
Words: 681
First prompt request, Wardlow for @wardl0w, naturally. And just like I can’t help but be soft re: Chuck, I can’t help but be... very not soft re: Wardlow.
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Where ARE you?
You hit “send” and threw your phone aside. You hated Thursdays. Monday used to be your least favorite day of the week, but ever since Mike had signed with AEW, Thursdays had taken their place. Why? Because waiting for him to get home every Thursday was like torture.
Your phone chirped and you snatched it back up.
Someone sounds needy.
You bit back a groan and rubbed your thighs together, squirming as you lied on your bed. You were needy. You’d been needy ever since last night.
Normally, Dynamite didn’t really excite you. You’d turn it on and pay more attention to your phone until whatever segment Mike had with MJF that week, and then you’d change the channel. You did the same with Dark. In other words, you only watched to support him. Wardlow was your thing, not wrestling.
But last night had been different. Mike had told you a couple weeks ago that he’d be wrestling in an elimination tournament for a shot at the AEW World Championship, and last night had been his first-round match. You were so excited for him. You knew how hard he’d worked to get to where he was. So you’d ordered takeout and sat in front of the TV a full half-hour before the start of Dynamite, counting down the minutes. Eagerly waiting to see him wrestle.
And you’d gotten an eye-full.
It always turned you on watching Mike wrestle. The way he looked in his gear, all thick muscle and tanned skin. The way he flexed his pecs and flashed that strong, silent look of confidence. The way he tossed his opponent around the ring like they were a rag doll. It all just made you think about him dominating you like that. Which he did - regularly.
But last night? Last night had been on another level. Poor, poor Jungle Boy... he was damn near half Mike’s size. He made him look like a monster. And when Mike had hit him with that giant F10 for the win... it had made the space between your legs ache. Much like it was right now.
You bit your lip as you typed back to him. I AM needy. Your match got me all hot and bothered last night. I barely slept.
You’d had to take care of yourself last night. But now it was Thursday, and soon Mike would be home to take care of you himself. You’d been thinking about it all damn day. And you were getting impatient.
Your phone chirped again and you looked at his reply. Well I sincerely apologize that my handsome face kept you awake all night.
You groaned again. What an ass. But then another text came in.
Don’t worry, you can sit on it soon.
You nearly dropped the phone. “Fuck.”
Your fingers flew over the keyboard. How far out are you?
His response came quick. Patient is a virtue, [y/n].
“FUCK!”
You couldn’t ignore the throbbing between your thighs any longer. You’d just take care of it; it’s not like Mike would have any trouble revving you right back up again once he finally got home. But just as you were about to pull open that drawer, you heard the front door. It wasn’t long before Mike appeared in the bedroom.
He gave you a curious look. “Starting without me?”
You arched a brow. “You would have loved to walk in on that, and you know it.”
He pursed his lips. “Hm. Well then maybe I should leave you to it.”
“No!” You nearly jumped as he turned to go back out. You didn’t care how needed you sounded or looked; you needed him. He’d promised to bury that handsome face between your thighs, and you needed it.
He walked toward you. Towering. Powerful. He could break you in half if he wanted. His eyes were dark as the pinned you to the spot. Dominating. It made you quiver.
“Well get on the bed, then.”
You could move fast enough. And then your Thursday got a hell of a lot better.
I Needed You: After Wardlow lost his championship at Full Gear he left the arena frustrated causing him to miss your big match. You had just become the new AEW women's world champion and all you wanted was him to be backstage supporting you. What happens when you find out he missed the whole thing and is nowhere to be found?
Deserving Better: 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.
Wardaddy: 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?
NSFW Alphabet: Pretty Self explanatory ❤️🔥
Positive Affirmations: When Y/n is down in the dumps Wardaddy makes sure to remind her how much he loves her ✉️
