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Claudio Castagnoli AEW Dynamite (05/14/25) 

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Mags (Again)

Hey everyone! Some mag updates!

Final Pricing: $7/1 and $12/2 (per pair)

I will be using Cashapp for this.

Shipping payments will go to $IronSpiderling

Payment Note: Tumblr username and number of prints; I will dm you from this account to get your address, the ones you want, and let you know when I have shipped your prints

Price probably won't be changing since this is just a lil side thing to contribute to fandom and give back a little to everyone who made this the little corner it is

Anyway: Taking orders, I guess?

Regardless of how this goes, thank y'all from the bottom of my heart for being awesome about my mags and thank you for havin' this fun with me. ❤

~ Bambi

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I love him so much y’all

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TW: violence, threats

From Chapter Five of A Light in a Darkened World

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A dream.

A terrible, downright awful dream. Any second now, she’d open her eyes and be surrounded by her own kind, her sisters all looking at her in concern, ready to comfort her. Bayley kept her eyes shut, desperately waiting for one of her sisters to gently touch her on the shoulder or perhaps stroke her hair.

Any moment now…

“You know, I’m not sure what scandalized Micheal more: Seth on my cock or your flair for the dramatics.” With a yelp, her eyes flew open, and she sat straight up, staring horrified, at Balor, who stood against the wall, arms folded loosely over his chest, once again in the human form he’d taken on the night before. “I suppose I should thank you, I’m sure your little… episode spared me from having to deal with his self-righteous presence for any longer than necessary.”

“You made him say that!” she accused hotly, her temper flaring as she almost leapt from the bed, pointing a finger at him.

To her utter consternation, he merely raised an eyebrow at her. “I believe you vastly underestimate my skills of precognition.”

Bayley faltered. “What?”

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall and moving to stand in front of her. “Where to begin? I was not expecting Micheal’s presence, let alone yours. If I had known he was going to suddenly show up in my throne room, demanding to know if I’d fucked you, I would’ve asked if he wanted a demonstration.”

Without warning, she reared back and slapped him, hard enough that it caused his head to snap to the side, her palm stinging from the force. Horrified, she stared at the hand that had struck him as though it wasn’t even hers, and when she lifted her eyes, Balor had resumed his true from, towering over her with his monstrous teeth bared. “I – I,” she stammered, eyes going wide as he forcibly grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, slamming her into the wall. Her feet left the floor as he lifted her up, and in a panic, she gripped his arm with both hands, attempting to kick at him futilely.

“I will let you get away with that one time,” he snarled, red eyes blazing with anger, spittle flying from his sharp teeth and landing, scalding hot, on her flesh. “If you ever presume to strike me again, I will pin your body to the wall behind my throne by your wings and display you like a trophy. Do I make myself clear?”

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“Look at you, so desperate already,” he murmured, pleased, as Seth suckled on the tip of his thumb. “Always so eager for me.”

“Al’ays,” came the slurred response, and he chuckled again, forcing his thumb deeper into Seth’s mouth. Drool ran down Seth’s chin and his fingers, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. Not with the way Seth was looking up at him worshipfully, all big, brown eyes and stark, unflinching need.

“You know I’ll need more than one,” he said casually, lightly tugging at Seth’s chin which was still in his grasp until the hound kicked the blanket away before shifting his position until he was on his knees. “Are you prepared to give me that?”

“Y’s, M’st’r,” Seth replied obediently, bare ass settling on his heels, thighs spread enough that if Balor looked down, he could see the faint glistening of arousal coating his thighs.

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“I said that it’s past time you’ve given me pups,” he countered pointedly, dragging his thumb over Seth’s plush bottom lip, “and so it is. Unless you plan on denying me what I want but then, you’re Daddy’s good boy and you won’t do that, now will you?”

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Cherry Kisses

Bille ends up with unexpected company while drinking in the hotel parking lot.

Felt some type of way about Billie and Jamie. i have never written either of them. Please be gentle.

"You're too young to be drinking in America."

Billie's head rolls to the side (she's not in full control, whoops) to look at-

"Oh hey, Jame," she sighs before taking another sip of whatever sweet shit she worked for. "Didn't think you hung out in dark parking lots too." Her shoulders tingles as her tank strap falls, but she's far from caring.

"I don't," she says as she settles next to Billie on the curb. The moonlight makes her glow. It's kinda freaky. She blames the alcohol she takes another sip of. "I saw you out of my window. Thought I should say hello."

Billie eyes her warily. though she seems to be genuine. "Well hello," she mutters, going for a drink.

Only, Jamie plucks it right out of her hands and takes a drink herself.

She makes a face when she's done, coughing slightly as she passes it back. "Jesus, how the'ell've you been drinkin' that?" She can't help but laugh, even with the way her mouth dries up.

"That, dear Jamie, is what you get for putting your lips where they don't belong."

She takes another sip. The alcohol isn't strong enough to mask the taste of cherry lip balm on the rim. She shouldn't lick her lips after, but she can't help herself.

"Surely you have better taste than that if you've been drinkin' for a while." Billie just shrugs.

"Beggars can't be choosers."

"Now be a good little minion, and get to work."

She takes a bigger drink to drown the memory. (Athena always swims.)

"Athena usually keeps the good stuff to herself." Jamie's face does something she isn't sober enough to understand, but she does understand the frown.

"You deserve better, you know." Her stomach twists, words of denial burning her throat more than cheap alcohol ever could. "I mean that, Billie." An arm wraps around her shoulders, Jamie's cardigan warm with body heat feeling like fire on her chilled skin.

"You tryna mess with my head before our match?" She leans her head on Jamie's shoulder anyway. "It won't work. I got too much to prove."

Maybe this time I can make you proud of me.

"You're freezing- get in here." Then there's heat all over and an arm around her waist and her face is so fucking red get it together-

Jamie breaks the spiral by taking another drink, still grimacing at the taste. "Why?" She takes the bottle back to immediately take a cherry-flavoured sip.

She should probably stop drinking, has had enough, but she's feeling pretty reckless because of it.

"Don' change topic," she huffs, fingers stretching over her hip and setting her face aflame again. "You deserve better. You are an amazin' wrestler with charisma and skill. You deserve someone in your corner kinder than Athena."

Billie looks at her, really takes her in proper for the first time.

She just looks so genuine. So kind. So...so...

Their lips are pressed together before she knows it, and she doesn't pull back. For a moment, she thinks Jamie will when her hand goes to her chest. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Instead, it twists in her tank top and tugs her closer.

They really start to kiss then, adjusting to fit better. The fingers resting on her side become a vice that threatens to leave bruises marring her skin. (And maybe, she's hoping for it.)

She tastes like cheap alcohol and cherries, and she presses closer to her body as she slides her fingers into Jamie's hair.

The (rude) need for air finally separates them, though they don't go far; their foreheads press together as they pant. Eyes locked, Billy will admit to being oddly captivated by her. Jamie's lips curl into a smirk.

"I'm still kickin' your arse." She bursts into giggles.

Oh no.

"Not even drunk." Jamie laughs this time.

Oh no.

"I like you, Billie."

Oh no.

"Well you're not too bad either."

Shut up.

Jame stands, and the chill that replaces her reaches deeper than skin.

"Fancy a drink in mine?" She smiles, that same genuine smile, cherry lips turned up in the corner. "If you're interested, I mean. I promise I'm good for more than a warm shoulder."

Billie stands, bottle in hand.

"Be a good little minion..."

"If you're interested."

"I don't wanna go back to 'n empty room anyway. She won't miss me." Jamie offers her hand, and she takes it.

Oh no.

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Two Words

I know. I know. I know.

Adam's heart pounds as he shuts his door behind him, the silence of the room filled with his own heavy breathing and-

I know.

Why does Swerve keep throwing him off? It's easier when there's nothing but holy rage and sorrowful anger, and he'll admit that he's used to having that anger fueled by his target in one way or another.

Accountability, though? Seeing Swerve, his target the bane of his existence and cause of his rampage, looking so emotional as he admits that he deserved it?

Something about it shakes him deeper than retiring Daniels could reach.

He hates that it makes him compare the directions they've gone in. He feels sick thinking about everything he's done.

Was it worth it?

He's not sure anymore.

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Hush, don't speak

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something something felt some type of way about kyle and baybay and orange on dynamite. blame @sequentialprophet.

Kyle knows he fucked up when Adam's silent on the way back to the hotel. He didn't think it'd be that much of an issue, especially since he actually chose to stay with him, but he probably should've known better after so long.

When Adam slams the bathroom door and Roddy doesn't come in the room, he knows he's going to have some new bruises to worry about.

He's in for a rough night.

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"You're mine," Adam hisses in his face, his hips never stopping as he rides Kyle's overstimulated body. He's beautiful above him, even when he wraps his hands around his throat.

"A-Adam-" He chokes on the rest of his sentence when the hands tighten enough to catch him off-guard.

"Don't- you- ever- fuck- t-touch him- a-again!" Between the slick slide of Adam clenching around him and the lack of oxygen going to his head, Kyle writhes and sobs through another orgasm, fire in his veins.

He looks at Adam pleadingly around the spots in his eyes but loses sight of him completely when he finally lets Kyle breathe.

"We're- fuck- not d-done."

Kyle lets out a hoarse whimper.

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I've been working on redoing the first couple chapters for Sweetly Melting in Sin, and finally have the first one done and posted! I didn't delete the whole thing and repost the way I did with the Death Riders MC or Book of Balor since I was only three chapters in to begin with, but I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/57739501/chapters/146947957