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mrsarcherofinfamy · 6 months ago

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●MJF x Reader●

Summary: Max freaks out thinking you want Lance instead of him. He finds out the hard way that Lance is actually your dad.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the hallway fixing my Murderhawk Monster shirt, I am watching my dad make his return to Rampage against a random squash wrestler. I am smiling really big watching him. Someone comes up and stands next to me. I look over seeing Max standing next to me.

"Hey Max. What's up?"

"Whatcha doing out here in the hallway?"

"Oh I'm watching this match. It's his return and I'm so happy for him!"

He looks down at my shirt than back at me.

"Oh I see what's going on here. You have moved on from me and now are interested in that loser."

I look at him with a shocked face.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah you heard me right. You wanna date this loser over me. Who is a champion. But no, Y/N wants to date the bottom tier and not the top tier. Have fun with that loser. Bye."

I stand there with my eyes wide watching him walk away.

"Did that really just happen?"

Bowens and Caster walk up next to me looking at me. Caster puts his hand on my shoulder as I look up at them.

"Does he not know that is your dad?"

"He didn't even let me explain. He just freaked out."

"Well now that he is available, I might have to slide in those dms."

"You go for it Caster."

I laugh looking at him and he shakes his head looking at the tv. I look back at the TV seeing my dad pick up the win.

"I'll see you guys later!"

I head off to gorilla as they say their goodbyes.

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*Max's POV*

I watch as Y/N jumps into Lance's arms and he spins her around hugging her tightly. To say I am jealous is an understatement. I walk into gorilla not looking at them getting prepared for my promo I am going to do in the ring. Lance sets Y/N down and they both look over at me. Y/N shakes her head and walks out of gorilla. Lance looks at me confused but walks out with her anyways. My music hits and I go out to the ring.

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*Max's POV*

I am sitting on my bed in my shared hotel room with Adam Cole when he looks over at me from his bed.

"Dude, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Cmon Max. You have been upset since we got back to the hotel. What's going on?"

"It's Y/N okay? She isn't interested in me anymore. She's moved on to that loser Lance Archer."

He starts laughing and I look over at him confused.

"What's so funny?"

"You! Thinking Y/N isn't interested in you and she wants Lance. That's the funniest thing I've heard this week."

"What do you mean? I saw her wearing his shirt, saying she was so happy for him, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. Like she obviously doesn't want me."

He starts laughing harder and I look at him getting pissed off.

"What is so funny about this?"

"Dude, did you let her explain why she had the shirt on and she was happy for him?"

"No. I just freaked out because I have hardcore feelings for her and she hurt me going to that loser."

"Max..... that's her dad."

I look at him with a blank face.

"What?"

"Yeah. Lance is her dad."

"Oh shit."

I grab my phone and call her.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on my bed in my shared hotel room watching tv, my phone starts buzzing. I pick it up and see Max calling me. I hit the ignore button and put it down.

"Who was that?"

I look over at Max Caster laying on his bed and shake my head.

"It was Max."

"If he calls again, can I answer?"

"Sure! I'll put it on speaker."

We go back to watching the TV when my phone starts buzzing again. I look over at Caster, smiling hitting the accept button putting it on speaker.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you there?"

"Hey Max! Whats going on?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Caster!"

"Oh God no. Please. Where is Y/N?"

"In the shower. Why are you calling her?"

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier today. I didn't know that Lance is her dad. I feel like a total idiot Caster. I'm so in love with that woman that I got jealous and pissed off and upset and confused and....."

"Max?"

"Y/N?"

"I can hear everything you are saying. I've had you on speaker this whole time."

"Oh...."

"You really are in love with me?"

"You have no idea. I feel like such an idiot for everything I said. I should have let you explain but my feelings got the best of me."

I get up, wave at Caster than leave my hotel room hanging up on Max. I walk up to Max's hotel room door and knock on the door.

The door opens and Adam is standing there smiling at me. He opens it letting me in when I see Max sitting on the edge of his bed with his head down.

"Who was that Adam?"

Adam looks at me than back at Max who still is looking at the floor.

"Why don't you look dude?"

Max looks over seeing me, gets up and runs over engulfing me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry! I love you so much!"

I look at him putting my hands on his cheeks smiling.

"I love you so much too Max!"

Adam starts clapping behind us and I look back at him.

"Finally you two are together!"

I giggle laying my head on Max's shoulder looking up at him and he looks at me.

"Finally got my dream girl."

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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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Can you write how the AEW guys would react to the reader playfully smacking their ass like Bucky did to Seth Rollins that one time (please include MJF hehe)

AEW Stars React To: Their S/O Smacking Their Butt

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Nick Wayne x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader

Word Count: 750

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, here you are and i hope you all enjoy it. I should have another react post by tomorrow. lemme know what else yall want to see. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, suggestive content

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @batzy-watzy @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff

I think this is the most I have ever written the word ass

MJF:

Mans would feel accomplished

Like that finally, someone has acknowledged his ass is on another level

We all know how much pride he takes in his ass just look at the edits on TikTok

If you do it in private, he will definitely laugh and try to slap your back

(Honestly he might twerk like a drunk girl)

If in public, he might be embarrassed or confused for a split second…but he’ll go right back to being arrogant

He’ll tweet about it, tagging Max Caster so he can get jealous

Will start wearing more tight-fitting pants so he can tease you more

Eddie Kingston:

Mans finds it funny but is always confused about why/how you do it before he can do it to you

Full-on laughs and cracks a smile when/after you do it

Now you two are in a competition to see who can smack the other’s ass more often

You typically drive-by slaps or wait until he’s reading/watching wrestling to slap it

He does it when you are on the phone or talking to friends

Eddie loves it because it’s y’all’s way of PDA or showing good vibes

I don’t think y’all would do it out in public like in front of fans

But the one chance you did…boi was he a mess

Christian Cage:

Christian would just stare at you with no expression

He was just looking at you as if he was saying “Really”

OR he’ll stare at you in an offended way

He’s surprised that you did it

“How dare you?”

I can totally see him “scolding” you

Says his ass is off limits and promises to “punish” you the next time you did it

To test your luck…you did it again…and let's say you couldn’t sit down for a good while

Nick Wayne:

Lil boi is so cute and he gets all shy

Immediately he blushes and gets all whiney

Face all red while saying

“I can’t believe you did that”

I think he would be too shy to smack yours back

Prolly would chase you around

Would stop after you smacked his ass twice more

Ever since then, he just accepted the smacks….with a red blushing face of course

Hook:

Nonchalant as a mothafucka

But to him, it’s a normal thing, so he doesn’t care

He just continues talking to his friends after he smacks yours as you walk away

To Hook…it’s equality

Mans just loves to have his hands on you in general

If you did it to him while y’all were in the ring…he would break character and laugh

The internet would have a field day with the clip, making it go viral

Now if you slap it extra hard, Hook would just simply pick you up and show you how a real master of the booty slapping arts does it

Ricky Starks:

Alexa…play Bongos by Cardi B

Like Hook, Ricky’s not fazed

In fact, he eats it up and then some

I can see Ricky just winking at you..and ever so gently…SPEARING YOU ON THE BED

He slaps yours back twice as hard

In public….he would pull you towards him and tell you all the things he’s gonna do to you

Particularly finds it funny when you continuously smack his ass while ya’ll are laying down

I def see it as a postcard or a couple Christmas card (merry smackmas)

Max Caster:

THIS HORNY FUCK

Would deadass put his ass out even further for you to slap again

“I can see you’re getting a little handsy”

Looks at you suggestively, probably would moon you

Probably would chase you down just to slap your ass back

If you do it in public, he’s throwing ass like a real one

OOOOOOO I BET HE WOULD LET OUT VERY LOUD AND EXAGGERATED HIGH PITCH MOAN

Which causes you to become embarrassed and swiftly leave the scene

He would at the rest of The Acclaimed and wiggle his brows…looking for someone else to smack his ass

bonus: I truly think he would be like Richard from Wasabi Productions (back from like 2011)

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #max caster #max caster imagine #aew mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf imagine #aew nick wayne #nick wayne imagine #christian cage #christian cage imagine

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crossrhodez · 7 months ago

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Better Than You (18+) Chapter 4 - Mjf X Fem!Reader

Paring(s): Mjf x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Swearing, smut! 18+ hate Fuck, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking,

Genre(s): Smut,enemies-to-lovers au

Word Count: 3506

Better Than You Masterlist

As they made their way back to their hotel room, the tension between Y/n and Max was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog. Each step seemed to widen the gap between them, burdened by the weight of their unspoken grievances.

Y/n felt a simmering frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior, Britt and Adam had left again to go into town to grab some things we needed. Y/n knew she would have to stay in the room with Max for at least an hour The strained silence between them had become unbearable, a constant reminder of the growing rift. She couldn't shake the sinking feeling that their once-strong connection was slipping away, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Max's brooding silence only served to intensify the tension, his impassive demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within Y/n. His eyes bore into her, a silent challenge that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Finally breaking the stifling silence, Y/n let out a frustrated sigh, her patience wearing thin. "What's on your mind, Max?" she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Max's jaw clenched at her question, his expression a mixture of frustration and hurt. "You really want to know?" he retorted, his tone sharp with emotion. "Maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn—"

Y/n's temper flared at his accusation, her frustration boiling over. "Stubborn? How I literally haven't talked to you almost all day" she shot back, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You're the one who refuses to speak—"

Max's eyes flashed with indignation, his resolve hardening as he stepped closer to Y/n, closing the gap between them with deliberate intent. "Refuses to speak about what, exactly?" he challenged, his voice low and dangerously seductive.

Y/n felt a surge of defiance coursing through her veins, her own resolve matching his as she met his gaze head-on. "The truth on—" he interrupted her once again.

Their proximity ignited a firestorm of emotions, the air crackling with tension as they stood locked in a battle of wills. In that charged moment, there was no denying the magnetic pull drawing them together, a primal attraction that defied reason.

Max's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability slipping through his steely exterior. "What? You wanna talk about the way you're obsessed with me huh?" He spat. "W-What I'm not obsessed with you, you're so fucking full of yourself that it's suffocating." she stuttered. "Oh come on just stop lying, I can tell by the way you look at me, the way you respond to my touch—" as he started to snake his hands around Y/N's waist.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding erratically as she struggled to maintain her composure. "You wish I would never like a piece of sh—"

With a sudden surge of boldness, Max closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers in a heated kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It was a kiss fueled by years of pent-up desire, a reckless abandon that left them both reeling with emotion.

Y/n's hands found their way to Max's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she melted into the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of passion. He started to back Y/n onto the bed. Now he was on top of her and in that moment, there was no past, no future—only the intoxicating present.

Their lips moved in a frantic dance of longing and desire, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensations that consumed them both. The world fell away around them, leaving only the pulsing rhythm of their hearts and the searing heat of their shared passion.

But as they finally broke apart, breathless and dizzy with desire, she couldn't even think Max was the only thing on her mind. As they stared into each other's eyes, Max's hands started traveling down Y/N's body and stopped at the top of her gym shorts.

"I thought you hated me?" He said as he toyed with the top of her shorts. "I do" She whined. "Oh okay, then I'll stop". "No No Please don't stop" He laughed "You're so cute when you beg"

A beat, as Max’s hands continue moving, pulling down her shorts. Y/n lets out a small gasp, her voice trembling with vulnerability. " I bet you're so wet right now just by the way you're reacting"

Max is not fooled though, and his playful smile only grows wider. He pulls her closer, his hands still moving down the hem of her shorts, his lips almost teasingly close to her face. Still staring into her eyes, he whispers playfully. “You really think I’ll let you go that easily?” His hands finally reach the elastic of her shorts, pausing for a split second before he slowly starts to pull them down. Y/N lets out a small whimper as her heart begins to beat louder and faster.

He sticks his hand into her shorts and panties to run his thick fingers through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“What’d I say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

A small whimper escapes your lips when Max shoves his index finger into her soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on hers. You could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching Y/n fall apart for him, and he loved the control he had over her in the moment.

And as much as she wanted to push him off, tell him to go fuck himself, She was enjoying this too much.

“Max” Y/n breathed out, chest heaving up and down.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into her cunt. He begins harshly thrusting them in and out of her, his palm firmly pressed against her clit.

Y/n feels your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

“i-i’m gonna cum, Max. fuck, s’close!” She whines, grinding herself against his hand, chasing her high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. She begins clenching around his fingers,her release threatening to burst out of you.

Max stops, pulling his fingers from inside Y/n and sucking them clean. “Mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

Y/n throws your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “Max what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

He chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moans against his lips when she tastes herself on his tongue.

He pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

She pouts. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, Max’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

“Take your clothes off, now”

She hesitantly pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of Max for your liking.

Max sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of Y/N's naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“Don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

He pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. Her eyes go wide when she sees his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about Max’s size, but seeing it for herself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

Max leans forward, gripping your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making her cock her head to the side in confusion.

“C’mon, lay across my lap”

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

She winced, feeling Max's hand land harshly on her ass, making her whimper. “What're you—” Slap! Max’s hand landed another harsh slap against her ass, tears forming in her eyes from the pain left behind.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

Max began rubbing at her ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. She sighed in relief when she thought he was finally done with the spanking, but her mind went blank when she felt him land yet another rough smack.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She watched as Max made his way toward John B's room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. She watched in awe as he slid his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

“Stop staring, princess. S’not nice,” she met his eyes, an amused smirk on his face when he saw the look of fear in her eyes. He stroked himself a few times before ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward her. “It'll fit, don't worry. And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

She stood from her spot on the bed so quickly she tripped over her own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into Max’s chest. She threw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. She began grinding her hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

She nodded her head, reaching behind her and grasping his cock in her hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with her entrance. She pushed the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushed into her.

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

She fully sank herself onto him, a loud moan falling past her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat still, trying to adjust to his size.

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max ran his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as she continued to bounce herself up and down. “Such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you.”

She whimpered, Max’s cock pushing into her so deep she could feel it in her stomach. The head of his cock continuously hit at her sweet spot, the band in her belly beginning to tighten, her vision blurred with tears. “Max, I’m gonna cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She heard Max tsk, his hands making purchase on her hips again as he stopped her movements. “You don’t fucking cum until I say you can, got it? Brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want.”

She whined, her hand slithering between the two of them, fingers finding her clit instantly. She began rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud, trying to chase her orgasm despite Max’s telling her no.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

He began placing sloppy kisses around her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. She felt his thrusts getting sloppy, letting her know he was close to his orgasm. “Max, can I please cum? Please,” she whined, tears flowing down her face from the pressure she felt between her thighs.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

Max chuckled, standing from the bed and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “Thanks for that, I’m gonna sleep good now.”

He opened the mini fridge, pulling out a soda and opening it. He took a long sip as he made his way back into the bathroom, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“We don’t talk about this, ever. Got it? It was just...hate sex? Someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. This changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and I still hate you.”

What the hell just happened.

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moondust-imagines · 1 year ago

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mjf fluff, please

Mama

MJF x Reader

Inspired by Max tweeting about missing Piper :(

You were used to Max’a busy schedule, you knew the industry well enough to expect it. However, when he won the title, you weren’t quite expecting to only see him over face-time for weeks on end. Of course you were happy for him but god did you miss him.

You weren’t the only one missing Max though, his cat Piper had been practically moping around the penthouse for days. As much as she had warmed up to you since you moved in, she was still very much a daddy’s girl.

Piper was currently curled up in your lap, purring as you scratched her ears. The TV was playing in the background but you were barely paying attention to it, you were starting to drift to sleep anyway.

Max tried to open the door as quietly as he could. He knew he could be a monster but that was nothing quite like you being woken up. Piper was at his feet before he could even shut the door.

“Hey sweetie pie, did you miss me?” He cooed at her, dropping his bag and picking her up.

He wandered over to the couch where he found you fast asleep. He smiled softly at you as you and brushed some hair out of your face.

“Hey honey, I’m home” He said quietly. Your eyes slowly blinked open to look up at him.

“Hey baby” You replied groggily, Piper mewed at you from Max’s arms.

“Aw sweetie, I’m not forgetting about you. We just had to let Mama know that Papa’s home”

#aew imagine #mjf x reader #mjf imagine #fluff

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juceynightmare · 1 year ago

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lost and found (18+) part 2 - mjf x reader

my masterlist

lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole, the line of kayfabe is blurred when it comes to max

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst, fluff

|| previous part || next part ||

it had been a few days since that fateful day that she received a call from her soulmate, maxwell jacob friedman. a quick google search and many videos later let her know all that she needed to know about him. his in-ring persona, although y/n had learned that they were just characters, seemed to be a perfect mirrored reflection of how he was treating her over the phone.

it was hard to learn about who maxwell jacob friedman the person was, but it was easy to find out who maxwell jacob friedman the wrestler was. and if they were exactly the same, then y/n hopes that she never has to meet the man or contact him again.

but that didn’t mean that she was upset with this fact.

she had been struggling to focus in her lectures that day, and eventually decided to skip the rest of her lectures and just drive home to her apartment. that was, until she realized that she had no idea where her keys were. she groaned out in frustration, her hands pressed against her face as she stood beside her car.

god damn it all.

she pulled her phone out of her pocket, pulling up her phone and pressing the contact that read “cock sucking whore soulmate”. pressing her phone against her ear, she turned around and leaned back against her car, sighing softly as it went to voicemail.

she sighed, pulling her phone away from her ear once again to call him again. y/n would repeat this action 5 more times before it’d eventually be picked up.

“you’d think you’d give up after the first 3 calls.” max huffed on the other end. y/n figures she called at a bad time, considering the man sounded out of breath. if she focused on the background noise, she could make out the banging of weights and music playing over the speaker that reminded her of the gym.

“are my keys with you? i need to know if the universe has already sent them to you or if i’m blind and don’t see it in my bag.” y/n mumbled, swinging her bag to her front so she could unzip the smallest pocket and sift through it again.

max sighed, but she could tell that the man was walking through the gym - probably to wherever he had his bag - as the background noise decreased in volume. eventually, she heard him unzip something and soon after, the sound of keys jangling came through the phone speaker. “cute charm, princess. but you’re a fucking weaboo piece of shit? really? no wonder you had no idea who i was even though the belt had my name on it.” he groaned.

she felt her face heat up in embarrassment, remembering the multiple keychains she had hanging from her keys. a multitude of charms ranging from different anime series that the girl enjoyed. “and what about it?” she shot back without intending to sound so harsh. it’d be the first time that she’d ever have anyone poke fun at the fact that she enjoyed watching anime - it seemed to be something that everyone her age was into nowadays. “look, just, send it with your friend to this university. i need it so i can drive home.” she huffed.

“no can do, princess. we’re not in the area anymore. if you did your research and knew how to keep track of time, you’d know it’s wednesday and i have a show tonight.” max hummed. y/n wished she could reach through the phone and grab max by his neck so she could choke him out. she could hear how amused the man was by the entire situation. “order yourself an uber. caster and i are flying back tonight so he’ll be able to drop it off around 5 am.”

“5 am?!” she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the parking garage. a group of people walked by her, all trying their best not to look at her but y/n could feel the way they were looking at her in their peripherals.

“i could ship it if you want, but it’d take a few days to get there, princess, and it sounds like you need them as soon as possible.” max replied, a smugness in his tone that y/n had heard many times over the countless videos she had watched of the man in an effort to find any signs of redeemable human being under his persona.

and it only made her want to bring the attitude straight to max.

“fine.” she sighed in defeat, zipping her backpack shut and slinging it back over her shoulder. she began to leave the parking garage so that she could go to her next lecture, deciding that this was a sign for her to not skip class. “you better be the one at my door, not caster. although i don’t know how a guy like him is friends with an asshole like you.”

“what are you, braindead?” max immediately replied, and y/n transferred the call to her airpods so she didn’t have to keep her phone pressed to her ear. “have i not made it clear that i don’t want to meet you?”

“why though? we’re soulmates, are we not? is it not destiny that we meet and become life partners and all that other crap?” she questioned loudly, not caring for the weird looks from the people she passed by as she stormed her way through the campus.

“why? it’s obvious, is it not?” max laughed. his laugh had y/n stopping in her tracks as she listened to the way the man had sounded so genuinely amused that y/n was even questioning him. she hadn’t even realized that she had grown so frustrated that tears had welled in her eyes until she blinked away her blurry vision and felt stray tears roll down her cheeks. “i like to have control of my life, princess. and i know this whole soulmate spiel was determined without my own bidding. i also know that if we were to somehow meet, i’d feel this connection to you, and honestly, i don’t like the fact that the universe thinks it knows who i need in life to be my soulmate. i know myself best and i know that i’d like to choose my own life partner, thank you.”

she gripped the strap of her backpack in her fist tightly, stepping off to the side of the sidewalk so she didn’t get in others’ way as she listened to the man talk. when y/n begged the universe to let her soulmate be someone who was independent and didn’t need to rely on her so that she could still be her own person, she didn’t mean to this extent. “you should also know that platonic soulmates exist. look, i’ve been waiting 21 years of my life to finally meet my soulmate and i’m not taking no as an answer.”

“and i’ve been living 27 years of my life without my soulmate and i’m living my best life. i’m rich, i have my dream job, and i can have my pick out of multiple insanely hot women who throw themselves at me.” max replied without a heartbeat.

she could feel the way her heart fell in her chest. so much for hoping that she'd get someone that was her prince charming as her soulmate. she clenched her jaw and pulled her phone out of her pocket. “bring the keys to my place as soon as you can.” she angrily grunted, ending the phone call and pulling her airpods out of her ears to put them back in her case.

stupid max. she didn’t need him either.

but she’d be graduating in a few weeks time with a degree in design with a concentration in fashion design. she also knew that all elite wrestling were currently looking for a new seamstress after their head seamstress had just retired.

oh, maxwell. the universe had been so right in pairing you with such a soul like y/n’s. if max wasn’t willing to go to y/n himself and meet her, then y/n will just have to bring the fight straight to max herself.

as she made it to her next lecture hall to sit in the empty room for the 25 minutes she had before the actual class would start, y/n had determined that she’d get her portfolio updated and put together and send in her application to all elite wrestling as soon as possible.

|| next part ||

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kittonik · 1 year ago

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Ours.

Look at these two machines bro

★ Pairings: cody rhodes x fem!reader, mjf x fem!reader (this is a oneshot but could turn into a full poly fanfic if i ever get the motivation to do so)

★ Warnings: swearing, smut, haven’t read over, angry cody grr, quickish writing of smut cos idk how to do shit in detail

★ Word count: 2161

Cody was going to do it. He was going to finally confess his feelings towards you. He had your favourite flowers in hand, feeling as confident as ever. You had been the perfect pair recently with random selected mixed tag teams tournament, and just the instant connection you two had outside of work.

He got to the door of your locker room and heard laughter coming from inside. One was obviously you but the other it was...

Oh, of course it was him..

Maxwell fucking Jacob Friedman.

Cody’s good mood dimmed he was going to lose you, if not already lost to that big dumb idiot. He didn’t really think of MJF this way, they were actually pretty great buds. The wave over jealously just quickly took over. He leaned in closer to try and hear what they were saying, but in the process he knocked his head on the door, causing Y/N and MJF to jump a bit before Y/N called out “It’s unlocked come in!!”

Cody quickly threw the flowers to the side trying to hide them, he didn’t want to walk in there with flowers if there was something going on between you two and MJF makes a fool out of Cody. Cody hesitantly open the door and walked in, putting on his best fake charming smile ever.

“Hey Y/N! … Maxwell” Cody said slyly. “Y/n I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner after the show is finished?” He asked casually, trying not to pay attention to MJF staring deeply into his soul.

Y/N sighed. “Cody i’d love to but,” she looked to Maxwell briefly before turning back to Cody, “i’ve already got some plans.”

MJF smirked and Y/N slightly hit him.

“Oh. Oh yeah that’s fine. It was just a little offer you know, I know you’re a busy person. I’ll catch you around later, you too MJF.” Cody backed to the door closing it quickly and kicking the flowers he had dropped earlier.

“Fuck, you stupid fucking idiot fuck.” He said under his breath in an angry tone. He wanted you so fucking bad but he lost you to that clown. That ugly loud talking clown with a shit show of a fake tan.

He stormed out of the building, everyone looking in his direction, Kenny Omega chased after Cody briefly saying “Hey man you all good? what happened?” But Cody left him in the dust and Kenny easily gave up. Angry Cody was not someone to annoying any further. Heading towards his car, everything was so overwhelming, stressful, he felt like he was going to cry. He wanted the dream girl, but unfortunately his luck wasn’t on his side today.

Cody got in his car, throwing himself in angrily and started driving to his hotel. ‘I hate that stupid mother fucker.’ He mumbled under his breath.

He arrived at his hotel room. He slammed the door shut, taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side.

Reaching into his pocket, pulling out one of your flowers he was going to give you earlier. ‘Can’t believe I was going to give these to her, she probably thinks a gift of flowers would be pathetic.’

He crumpled the flower up and tossed it across the room. Leaving a stain on the wall he threw it at.

He walked over to the fridge to get out a beer, yeah alone drinking was pretty fucking sad but he didn’t care he had to suppress the emotions.

Grabbing the bottle he walked over to the couch, sinking down into it and looking at the TV screen. All this pent up anger and frustration over the past few hours, he thought maybe a drink or three could make him feel better.

Grabbing the can of beer in hand he took a long swig from it, then suddenly a phone rang he picked it up without even looking to see who was calling him.

“Hello?” he said gruffly.

“Hey it’s me! I heard you left the building pretty quick, I’m a bit worried, are you at the hotel?” Y/N asked. “Yeah just now” He answered with no emotion. Y/N ignored his tone and said “I’m coming right now, MJF too.”

Cody remained silent. She kept the phone on, expecting conversation, since she loved her and Cody’s chats. but he said noting the whole time and listened to her and Maxwell make tiny pathetic conversation as she drove over. “I’m almost here, i’ll knock twice and you have five seconds to let me in.” She jokingly said as she hung up the phone.

Cody sighed, turning off the TV and sat there on the couch feeling lonely, miserable, and useless. He thoughts started to wonder. The many amounts of alcohol getting to his brain. What would you be like in bed. What would MJF be like. Has you and Max already had sex. Did you give MJF the best blowjob of his life. Could Cody be able to experience that one day, hope in the near future. Have you got kinks, Cody sure as hell did, and just by looking at Max you could tell he does too.

Would you let Cody tie you up, and dominate you in every way possible? Would you allow him to spank your ass until you cried for more? Would you allow him and MJF to absolutely destroy the fuck out of you.

Cody finished his beer and threw it away, peeping down at his newly formed boner. “Fuck” he groaned.

He pulled his pants down a little so that he could access to his erection and stroke it slowly. He reached over to the table and grabbed another beer can, slamming it down onto the counter. Grabbing his dick again, wrapping his fingers around it, completely forgetting that you and MJF were going to appear at his hotel door in any minute. He breathed out a shuttered breath and imagined you, he needed you, your name came out of his mouth in whispers. He imagined your tight pussy clenching down on his dick and every thrust, he was right in the moment when he was interrupted by banging on his door.

Banging on his door harder and harder. “CMON CODY MANN” MJF practically yelled. “YEAHH We want to go clubbing it’s been a long day!!” You half sung. Cody stopped what he was doing, and just stared at the door running to the bathroom to quickly finish. That’s when MJF busted through the door yelling “HELLO! Oh shit, bro your whole dick is out. Shit it might even be bigger than mine.”

Cody was so out of it he just stared at Maxwell, not giving a shit about the situation.

Y/N stumbled in the room, “Max you can’t just break a door like that what the he-“ You stared at Cody your eyes slowly drifted down and landed on the holy penis. You blushed and looked away. “Sorry Codes- didn’t know you were busy…”

Cody finally covered up, looking between MJF and you, he smiled. The alcohol making him feel oddly confident

“Are you two a thing? Because I was going to ask pretty little Y/N out today but I stumbled upon this- this- little fucking thing going on. So I stormed out to my car drove here, thought about some pretty hot things, and since i’m still hard I’d like to finish off the fucking job alright?” Cody walked towards the bedroom not looking back. It was a need, it was normal.

“No Cody we aren’t a thing,” you called after him. “I was actually talking to Max for ideas on how I was going to ask you out.” You said shyly.

Cody slowly turned and you gave him a smile and Max nodded.

Cody looked like a puppy, his eyes gleamed with hope, but they tuned, turned to lust.

“You asking me out doesn’t solve the erection problem though, does it sweetheart?”

Cody looked to MJF and smirked and nodded his head to your. Max smirked back and licked his lips, his hand graced your back and pushed you into the bedroom with Cody.

Shit. You were going to have a threesome with the 2 most arguably hottest people you know and it got you so unbelievably wet. MJF shut the door behind you. and walked beside Cody.

You stood in front of them, Cody’s cock waving at you from his boxers, it’s tip dark red, with veins, big enough to put your thumb through if you wanted to. He let out a needy grunt as you reached out and started stroking him. It grew to full mast instantly again. MJF stepped up behind you removing your clothes and started to play with your breasts, rolling the nipples, and sucking your neck, leading to you letting out a soft moan, which could get anyone hard instantly.

You looked to MJF, who had removed his shirt and pants, revealing his thick uncut dick, that is only slightly darker than Cody’s, even with his pubic hair that covered it, it’s thickness was visible when it was standing straight up. He smiled as you pulled Cody into you and slid onto his cock. As he entered your body, you moaned louder and started riding him harder, Cody moaned as well.

Then MJF wrapped his arms around your waist and began to thrust into you as well, both of their cocks sliding easily into your tight pussy, stretching you until you start crying out. You couldn’t take anymore, MJF slammed into you , pulling out and ramming himself back inside of you, over and over until you could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, while Cody was maintaining his quick pace, you moaned loudly and leaned forward onto Cody’s chest and began humping him faster.

Cody’s and Max’s hands were roaming all over your body, their mouths sucking at any place they could. You were a moaning mess and you couldn’t help it. It was better than you ever expected.

“Oh god y/n, I need to cum inside of you” Cody whispered in your ear. “Me too, fuck you’re so perfect, you’re ours” MJF groaned. Cody hummed in agreement. “We should do some sort of baby roulette, both cum, get her preggo, see who the child is.” MJF suggested becoming breathless. Your teary eyes opened wide, so fucking weird, but it surprisingly turned you on more.

You’ve never felt this way before, it felt good. You looked to MJF then Cody, they both had such huge smiles on their faces both thinking about the baby idea going through the pros and cons. They fucked you until you came twice, your walls clenched around their cocks, their moans were matching each other’s and they eventually came as well. You laid on top of Cody’s chest, as MJF was laying on top of you partially squished you, but you didn’t mind you felt safe both of them panting as they held you close.

“Wow, guys,” you exhaled. “That was intense. You guys really are amazing.” MJF laughed and nodded his head. “Yeah.” Cody agreed planting a big loving kiss on your forehead, MJF doing the same on the back of your head.

It was nice and warm laying in between the two guys, but eventually MJF got up and you groaned at the loss of warmth and snuggled deeper into Cody while he rubbed circles around your back.

MJF got a towel and started cleaning the mess you guys had created, you looked up and smiled, him smiling back.

“So about the baby roulette thing..” He said proudly, but you just shooted daggers at him. Cody was kissing your neck, but you could feel him smirking.

“Ok, haha, plan b it is, I will get it for you beauty” MJF awkwardly laughed.

“It’s okay, I’ll get it.” You got up off of Cody, but that was a mistake as you plummeted to the ground groaning in pain. “Second thought, yeah you go get it.” The boys laughed, and you let out a small giggled but quickly stopped.

“FUCK I HAVE A MATCH TOMORROW GUYS.” The boys kept on laughing. “ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY YOU CUNTS, SHIT.”

Cody picked you up and placed you on the bed. Both boys sitting on either side of you, both laying a hand onto your thighs, and rubbing up and down coming extremely close to your area.

“Don’t worry sweet, we’re all calling in sick tomorrow.” Cody winked to you, and MJF slowly lifted his hand up from your thigh, grazing his hand ever so slightly over your pussy making you jump a little.

What the fuck have I gotten into.

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wrestlersownmyheart · 7 months ago

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MJF Drabble #39

For a long moment, you both panted and stared at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Max said between rapid breaths. “I know I said I’d wait till you wanted it, but I…” He took a deep breath. “I… You saved Piper. And I couldn’t help myself.”

“I couldn’t either,” you replied.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if-”

“Don’t. Don’t even voice it,” you cut him off. “She is okay now. That’s what matters.”

Max glanced over at the ball that had been lodged in Piper’s throat and looked confused. “That’s weird. That isn’t even one of her toys.”

“It was really lodged in her throat good,” you commented. “I don’t see how she could have done that herself. Where were you when it happened?”

“I was in the bathroom. I came out, and went into my dressing room and she was choking.”

“I think someone did this intentionally, Max.” You said quietly. “There’s no way that she would have gotten that ball lodged into her esophagus all on her own.”

A snarl crossed Max’s face. “Jay.”

“Wait, Max. We don’t know that. You have to think logically-”

“Jay is the only person that would have done this. How’s that for logic?”

“I agree. But you can’t go and attack him…” You placed your hand comfortingly on his chest. “You’ll get hurt because all he knows how to do is sick his lackeys on you.”

“I’m still gonna kick his-”

You did the only thing you could think of that would get his mind temporarily off Jay.

You initiated another kiss.

Instantly, his mouth melted from a hard scowl and moved against yours, a soft growl emerging from his throat.

“You don’t play fair,” he groaned into your mouth.

You giggled, and kissed him again.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, you need to keep an eye on Piper.” “She’s okay, right?” He immediately looked worried, and you felt badly.

“Of course. She’s fine. But it will give you something to do besides go pick a fight.”

“Okay, for you, I’ll let it go. For now.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “I don’t want to see you getting a beat down by four men simultaneously.”

“Fine, we’ll settle our differences in a match. A last man standing match.”

You nearly swallowed your tongue, “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Max.”

“Hey, he’s gotta pay. Nobody hurts either of my girls and gets away with it.”

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if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

part one here • part two here

word count: 2.5k

warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !

a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.

“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.

“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.

you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.

“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.

“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.

“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.

“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”

“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.

“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.

“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“

“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”

“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.

“i’ll think about it.”

“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”

“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.

“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”

“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.

“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.

“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”

“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.

“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.

“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.

“fuck no,” he laughed.

•••

you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.

“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.

“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.

“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.

“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.

“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.

“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.

“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.

“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.

“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”

“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.

“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.

“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.

“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.

“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.

“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.

“max…”

“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.

“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.

“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.

“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.

•••

you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.

“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.

“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.

“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”

“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”

you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.

“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.

“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.

“yeah, actually - there is.”

“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.

“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.

“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.

“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”

“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.

“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”

“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.

‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’

you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.

“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.

“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”

“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”

“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”

“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.

“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”

“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.

“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.

“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 10 months ago

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Could you please do a hc of any of the wrestlers you write for reacting to their so telling them they are Pregnant please?

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcanons

Aew wrestlers reacting to you telling them you are pregnant with there child

Wrestlers Mentioned: Billy Gunn, Cash Wheeler, CM Punk, David Finlay, MJF

Main Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Billy Gunn

When you told Billy you were pregnant he was shocked

He coudn't believe that he would be a father again when his two sons were in there late 20s-early 30s

He was scared but exited

Sure it was a suprise but what was he expecting

Sure he was older but having a younger girlfriend with high fertility could allow for something like this to happen

When he told his sons the news they didn't know what to think, they could have children themselves, how would you feel if your sibling had a 30 year age gap.

During your pregnancy Billy would spoil you, protecting you from the media, not wanting the negitive publicity cause stress to you and your baby

Billy promised he would be there for every ounce of your pregnancy and he was a saint

Cash Wheeler

When Cash found out you were pregnant he was beyond exited

He coudn't wait to share the news with his best friend Dax

Cash spent years looking up to the relationship with Dax and his wife, he always wanted to have children of his own

Being a first time dad Cash wanted to make sure everything was perfect, he read every book, he took an online course, he wanted to be the perfect dad

Cash would spoil your uborn child, he would bring home souvenears from every city he visited

He insisted on building everything himself, he built a beautful nursery

Cash would be the best father, he would love your child so much

The two of them would grow up to be best friends

CM PUNK

For some reason I feel like CM Punk would either be so supportive or would leave, no in between

CM Punk is the type to have a controversaly young girlfriend who he would eventualy leave for a younger girl (Don't get me wrong I love Punk I'm feeling this vibe rn)

The reason why CM Punk doesn't have kids at 45 isn't because of the multiple unstable relationships he has had. It's because he is scared of the idea of having kids, scared of the responsibility

When you told Punk you were pregnant he said nothing, he just held you as you cried.

You were scared and he was terrfied

He knew he would be a bad dad, he didn't want the responsibility of taking care of a human life

One day you woke up and he wasn't next to you

You looked around your shared appartment to see all of his things gone, the only think left was a note that read "I'm sorry" that was placed next to a waud of cash.

David Finlay

After being friends with bennfits with David Finlay you would fall pregnant

It was a shock, you had no idea how David would react

When you told David he was just as shocked as you were

It took him a while to even form words but when he did they were nothing but words of support

He wanted to support you, he was onboard with whatever you wanted to do, after all it was your body

He was exatic when he found out you wanted to keep your baby

He coudn't wait to be a dad

Some of the other members of Bullet Club teased him for it but he didn't care

David Finlay was made to be a father, he is such a daddy

He would protect you and your son, he would do ANYTHING to keep you safe, even ......murder

Maxwell Jacob Friedman

When you told Max you were pregnat he almost fainted

Sure he wanted kids but not now

The first thing he thought of was leaving, it was a coward move but he was scared

He booked a weekend trip claiming it was for work and left for a few days to compose himself

When he returned it was like he was a diffrent man

He became exited, he would buy matching burberry outfits for him and your future child

Max would marry you immediately and promise to be there through it all and he was

Max would spoil your child with expensive things and designer clothing

He would end up being a great father

An: I hope you enjoyed it!

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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A little angsty! Max at 3am for y'all.

Summary: The reader finds herself enamored with Max after hanging out with him and Adam Cole. While hanging out one night, Max reveals a part of himself he rarely lets people see to the reader.

You are sat at a table in one of Adam's favorite restaurants for lunch with your brother. Adam is blabbering on about some new game that he just bought, meanwhile, you're busy texting someone on your phone.

"It's got multiplayer, so you should totally get it so we can play on stream together." Adam continues with his heartfelt speech when he finally notices that you're not paying attention to a word he's saying. "Y/N? Hey, Y/N!"

Adam reaches across the table and pulls your phone out of your hands. Your phone falls to the table with a thud and you glare at your brother.

"What the hell, Adam?" You growl and pick your phone back up.

"Have you even heard a word I've said in the last ten minutes?" Adam replies grumpily. "Who are you texting anyway?" He asks you.

You pick your phone back up and finish the text that you were in the middle of typing out. "I'm talking to Max. Why?" You answer Adam's question.

"Max?" Why in the hell are you texting, Max?" Adam sneers.

"Umm, you're his new tag partner. Why aren't you texting him?" You retort. "Besides, Max and I are kind of becoming friends." You add with a casual shrug.

Adam laughs and reaches across the table for your phone again. You move your hand back and out of his reach and glare at him again. "Come on, Y/N. You're gonna have to give me more than, 'Me and Max are becoming friends.' ." He informs you. "Two months ago you couldn't stand the guy."

"So?" You reply sharply and finally set your phone down. "You didn't like him either, Adam." You remind him.

"Yeah, but I've been forced to do group stuff with him for weeks now. I thought all you guys did was get drinks like once. Now you're head over heels for the guy?"

You roll your eyes at Adam's dramatics. "Am not!" You insist with crossed arms. "Yeah, we had drinks. And we talked while we had our drinks, okay? We just connected I guess. Max. He's not like everyone makes him out to be, alright?"

"Like what? An egomaniac and a narcissist?" Adam snickers.

"He's not a narcissist" You protest. "And you're one to talk about egos, mister Panama City Playboy." You tease Adam with his old nickname.

Adam cringes at the mention of his old mantra and shakes his head. "That was a long time ago. I've changed since then." He reminds you.

"And what? Max is incapable of change?" You continue to come to Friedman's defense.

"Okay, okay." Adam puts his hands up in surrender. "I give up. Just don't go proposing to the guy, N/N." He jokes.

You roll your eyes and pick your phone back up. "Screw off, Adam." You sneer at him. "I was going to split the bill for lunch. But since you want to be rude; you can pay for it."

"Hold on!" Adam protests.

"Too late." You flash a grin and slide the bill toward your brother.

Adam begrudgingly takes the bill and pays for lunch. The two of you part ways for the day since you'll be seeing each other for work tomorrow anyway.

You head home and relax for the night. You are busy playing a game on your computer and thinking about maybe seeing if Adam will let you be on his stream when someone rings your doorbell.

You head to check who's at the door and find Max on your porch. "Oh, hey, Max." You greet him with a smile. "What's up?" You lean against the door.

"Hey. I was in the neighborhood and figured that I'd drop by. You don't mind, do you?" Max explains.

"Not at all." You reply. "Come in." You turn and walk away from the front door.

Max nods and follows you inside, shutting the front door behind him. "Thanks. So, what's up?" He asks as he follows you through the house.

"Not much." You shrug. "I was just playing a game in my office to pass the time. I think Adam is streaming right now, so I was going to maybe hop on and join him."

"You stream too?" Max asks you curiously.

You nod and reach your kitchen where you pull a drink from the fridge. "Mhm. Want one?" You offer Max a drink, which he takes. "I don't have a huge following like Adam does. And I don't do it nearly as often. But it's a hobby."

"Cool. I'm not interrupting, am I?" Max nods.

"Not at all." You insist. "In fact, do you want to be on stream with me? We can hop on and bug Adam. Or we could just hang and do our own thing." You suggest.

You lean against the kitchen counter and wait for Max to give you an answer. "I've never really done anything like this before," Max admits. "I don't want to mess up your stuff."

"Nonsense." You laugh. "It's super easy. And I think that I have a great idea for a stream. All you have to do is look pretty on camera and answer questions." You explain.

"That's all?" Max replies. "How is that?"

You push off the counter and gesture for Max to follow you into your office. At the same time, you send out a quick tweet that you're doing a live Q&A on Twitch.

"Every once in a while I'll play an easy game that doesn't require much attention. Like Pokemon or something. And while I'm playing I let people ask questions on stream with a 1$ donation." You explain as you grab an extra office chair from the corner of the room.

"You make money doing this?" Max sits down in the chair you offer him.

You sit down in your chair and begin setting your camera and other stuff up. "Yes, but also no. People send me money to ask questions. But all of the money I make on stream I double and donate to a random charity." You explain further. "So I'm making money, yeah. But I don't ever end up keeping any of it."

"Wow," Max replies. "That's really cool of you, Y/N." He admits.

"Yeah? Thanks, Max." You grin.

You and Max have a productive stream where you both answer questions for a few hours. You let Max pick the charity getting your money at the end of the stream before you end it.

"Well, that was fun." You turn to Max after your monitor is shut off.

"Yeah, I had fun." Max agrees. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you." He adds.

You nod and pick up your drink from beside you. "Yeah, of course. Anyway, time for some questions of my own." You joke. "How are you feeling about the match with FTR tomorrow?"

Max freezes up a bit at your question and you notice him fidget with his hands for a brief second. "No worries here." He chuckles.

"Really?" You raise a brow at Max. "Are you sure? Because Adam admitted earlier that he's been a little nervous about it all week." You admit.

"Really?" Max replies. "It's because of me, isn't it?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at Max and shrug. "I don't think so. Adam normally always gets a little nervous before big matches. Being nervous before a big match is a normal thing, Max." You assure him. "Plus if you do end up losing. It's not like it's a big deal right? You're still the world champ."

"Right." Max nods, his eyes cast toward the floor as he mumbles something to himself.

"Max." You clear your throat. "Is there something wrong?" You ask him genuinely.

Max remains silent for a moment, unsure if he should spill his guts like this. Truthfully, he's been having the time of his life hanging out with Adam. Cole seems like a genuine friend now. Something that Max hasn't had in a long time. And then there's you. Ever since that heart-to-heart at the bar Max has felt this unnerving connection to you. Like you're the one person in the world that truly understands him.

"Yeah, I'm nervous about tomorrow, alright?" Max finally admits his doubts and fears. "I'm afraid that if we lose then this will all be over with. Adam won't want to be my friend anymore. Then I won't have an excuse to see you. And I'll go back to being alone. Like I always am."

Your mouth hangs slightly ajar for a moment upon hearing Max's confession. And you find yourself unable to stop a laugh from escaping your mouth. "What?" You laugh.

"Oh, so it's funny is it?!" Max snaps at you. "Yeah go ahead! Ridicule me like everyone else does. Old pathetic loser Maxwell can't keep a friend to save his life!"

You compose yourself with a deep breath and wait for Max to calm himself down. "I'm sorry I laughed." You apologize for your outburst. "I know that keeping friends isn't easy in this business, Max. But I just want you to know that, win or lose tomorrow? I'm still going to be there for you." You assure him. "And so will Adam."

"You will?" Max replies, quieter this time.

"I promise." You move your chair closer to Max's. "Adam is already teasing me that I'm in love with you." You recall your lunch with your brother earlier in the day. "And he only jokes about guys I'm talking to when he likes them. So I think that it's safe to say that we're both here to stay."

A small smile cracks on Max's lips and he matches your gaze. "You're in love with me already?" He jokes.

"I might be a tad overly fond of you, yes." You giggle.

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evalolxo · 1 year ago

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Lover

MJF x reader

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table i’ll save you a seat

lover”

warnings - short asf, fluff, soft as

“where is your boyfriend you always talk to so much about y/n” my friend asked and i looked around nervously.

my boyfriend, max, was supposed to be meeting my friends today, i knew he didn’t want too but i didn’t expect him to blow it off without telling me.

“he’ll be here soon” i just stated my eyes traveling to the entrance and seeing no sign.

“excuse me, can i take this chair for my table?” a man came up to our table pointing at the chair next to me with a smile.

i protectively grabbed the chair.

“sorry, we’re waiting for someone else to come” i stated and my friends scoffed and the man nodded understanding and walking off.

i kept my hand on the chair and looked to the entrance sadly again.

“he’s not coming” i heard one of my friends whisper to the other and i sighed, i looked down at the menu but couldn’t focus on the words.

“i’m so fucking sorry i’m late, the line in the shop was crazy” i heard that oh so familiar voice and turned around quickly and seen max with a bouquet of roses in his hand.

he quickly sat down on the seat and handed me the roses.

“i saved a seat for you” i told him and he kissed my cheek as a thank you before turning to my friends.

“what’s up, i’m max, the fastest rising star in the history of professional wrestling” he introduced himself and i giggled and my friends eyes just widened and the situation in front of them.

i was giggling like a school girl holding roses while my boyfriend had introduced himself, didn’t wait for a response before turning back to me instantly and smiling.

“uhm, i’m jane”

“and i’m christa”

“yeah whatever, anyway how was your day babe?” max waved them off before turning fully to me in his chair, making sure his full attention was on me and nothing else.

“can i get your guys order?” a waiter came up to us and max turned to him offended.

“my girl was about to tell me about her day, we are busy right now” he told the waiter angrily and the waiter walked away a little embarrassed making me slap max’s arm lightly.

“don’t do that, and my day was going well, until you showed up” i joked and max looked at me in a jokingly offended way.

it seemed both of us had totally forgot that my friends were also here.

“i am very offended, i may have been late but it was for a great cause, im seducing you with those roses so later we can-“

i cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth before he come out with any profanities and i giggled and i felt him smile on the palm of my hand.

“save your dirty jokes” i told him still giggling and he nodded defeated but was still smiling.

“you two are disgusting” my friend jane stated and we both turned to her, we had totally forgot they were there.

“y/n is my lover, we’ll be disgusting if we want” i love this fucking man.

#mjf aew #mjf #mjf x reader #mjf smut #mjf imagine #mjf fanfiction #maxwell jacob friedman

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crossrhodez · 7 months ago

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Better Than You (18+) - MJF x Fem!Reader

Paring(s): MJF x Fem!Reader

Genre(s): Enemies-to -Lovers au, Slow burn, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: Y/n loved her little trio. For the longest, it's just been Adam, Britt, and herself traveling together, sharing rooms, and doing everything together. Until Adam made a new friend, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Y/n hated him, he was, cocky, selfish, and just plain out insufferable, but Y/n also had a crush on him. She didn't know how this little crush developed but wasn't unwilling to explore it. Plus Max Didn't feel the same way, right?

⋆ - Indicates Smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5- coming soon

#mjf #mjf x reader #mjf fanfiction #Maxwell Jacob Friedman #mjf smut #mjf imagine #mjf fic #aew #aew fanfiction #aew smut #aew dynamite

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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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Hi. I’ve read some of your fics and I was just wondering if your could do a x reader with either of the following (the Elite, Adam Cole, MJF, Ricky Starks, or one of the womens) I had a really shitty day at work and I wanted to know if you could do something where that after training the readers back hurts from taking bumps. My back is really bad to the point I have to go to the chiropractor along with my shoulder. I explained it badly because I feel like shit from work but just something really comforting

Honey, I hope your back is getting better (please don’t stress yourself). Imma do reactions so you can get the most comfort possible and sorry that this couldn’t come out sooner

AEW Stars React: Your back getting injured in training

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hangman Adam Page x Reader, Willow Nightingale x Reader, Adam Cole x Reader

Word Count: 875

Supreme Speaks: hey I hope that the anon who requested this iks having a better day. I was gonna do an imagine but it was easier and quicker for me to write reactions. I hope all of you reading this also has a great day and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: same instances in different fonts, barely proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom

Kenny Omega

Mans would notice the first time you landed wrong (Mans is the Bout machine)

He would try to correct you but ultimately decided to end the session to prevent an injury

I also think he is the one who constantly has an eye on you afterward; like you are not allowed to leave his line of sight

So you now have the task of sitting and being pretty while he fixes lunch/dinner

You are not allowed to walk around for long periods

Would give you tips on how to land safer in the future

I also say Kenny would put down a thicker landing mat for you once you are ready to train again

Would also praise you for trying to continue to train

“You are tougher than most of the boys in the back. Nick cried once from taking a bump wrong.”

Hangman Page

MANS IS A SWEETHEART

Once you landed wrong and he saw how you reacted; you were immediately taken out of the ring

“Nope. No, no, no, we’re leaving and you’re getting a heating pad.”

Would immediately get you IcyHot/BioFreeze for your pains

Tries to distract you with discussions about other topics (favorite songs, movies, etc)

Would carry you every time you wanted to walk somewhere

Bathroom? You’re over his shoulder. Want to eat? You’re being held like a baby to the table

Listens to your rants, outbreaks, cries, anything at any time of the day

Would give you massages at any time

“Please do not move too much. I want you to be at 100% next time you practice”

Adam Cole

Just like Page and Kenny, Cole doesn’t take this lightly (as he has suffered from back pains)

But I think you were landing safely and you just took too many bumps and they just started to hurt your back

Just to be on the safe side, he would book chiropractor appointments

He would go through the appointment to show that you’re not alone

Adam would also do his own observations to see if he needs to alter anything

Will readjust everything to make sure that you are comfortable

ALSO MANS WILL GET YOU FLOWERS EVERYDAY (I just see that whether it’s platonic or not)

“You’re gonna be okay and I’m so proud of you for taking everything like a champ.”

Also, he would have a bath waiting on you before you could walk in the door

That man will take care of you

MJF

Okay listen….he would try to make fun of you at first

But when he noticed that you wouldn’t even give a snarky comeback, he changed his attitude

Will spend a shitload of money just to make you feel good

Appointments? Medicine? Massages? Compression shirts? You name it, he got it.

As you start to feel better, Max will start cracking jokes

“You are a strong individual who can take anything thrown at her….except for an arm drag”

Will reference you to make his opponent feel bad

“Y/N, who is smaller than you, had to stop wrestling temporarily cause she was carrying the weight of the industry on her back..unlike you shmuck.”

Ricky Starks

Mans knows exactly how you feel

Will give you every piece of advice and equipment that helped him through his bad back

“Sleep on your stomach….or was it your side? Just go to sleep and tell me how you feel later on.”

Will make everything within arms reach for you

Doesn’t want you to enter the ring until a week later

Ensures you that you didn’t do anything wrong (wrestling is just hard at the end of the day)

Like Page, he will listen to what you have to say and will try his best to respond to it

Will support whatever you choose to do but will push you to keep going in the future

“I know it hurts now, but once you’re all better, you’ll forget this ever happened and flourish like the butterfly that you are…or something like that from Pinterest”

Willow Nightingale

Okay, I think she would freak out about everything

Tbh, she wouldn’t know what to do as she is genuinely worried about you

You would find it endearing and a little bit distracting (in a good way) as she scrambles to help you

Would worry every time you left something up, doesn’t allow you to bend down

To comfort you; cuddles everyday…every fucking day… (you betta not decline em either)

Would take online advice to heart and hope that it genuinely helps you

I can see Willow looking up what to do to help you, but she would come across different conditions and would be convinced you have it

“Do you have Osteoporosis? No? Then you have Arthritis….No I’m not calling you old.”

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mjfsupremacy · 10 months ago

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Can you pleasee, write a MJF x reader where the reader gets MJFs number after he gets done in the ring like how randy Orton met his wife.

SUPRISE BITCH 😈 I HATH RETURNED

Whoever sent me this MONTHS ago, thank you! Because I've been sitting on this and I knew it was going to be my next thing but with a little me twist 😉 Reader has the name Lucy, but it's just because I need a break from Y/N lol so call her whatever you want.

So without further ado....

The Bracelet

MJF x Reader SMAU

Part One - Masterlist

INSTAGRAM STORY

INSTAGRAM POST

INSTAGRAM DM

#aew #all elite wrestling #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf fanfic #mjf fanfiction #maxwell jacob friedman fanfiction #mjf imagine #mjf reader #mjf x reader #mjf smau

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juceynightmare · 1 year ago

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lost and found (18+) part 1 - mjf x reader

my masterlist

lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst

summary: in which the items that you lose end up in the possession of your soulmate. max misplaces his aew world heavyweight championship title belt and it magically appears in y/n’s room. when her soulmate finally calls her to get his title back before the next show, y/n learns the hard way why her soulmate never responded whenever she’d lose an item that had her number written on it.

|| next part ||

the sound of her phone blaring beside her head made y/n shoot up to a sitting position in her bed with a jolt. she groaned, falling back against the mattress and reaching for her phone, declining the call and shutting her eyes so she could fall back asleep. almost immediately, her phone started ringing again, and with a groan she picked it up and held it against her ear after answering. “hello?” she asked, her voice raspy with sleep.

“where do you live?” came an unfamiliar voice. with her eyes still squeezed shut, y/n‘s eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry, who is this?” she asked, going through the list of men she knew to try and put a face to the voice.

“i need the belt. where do you live?” he asked again, ignoring her question. it was evident in his voice that the man’s patience was wearing thin.

“what fucking belt? dude, you must have the wrong number or something.” she groaned, finally pulling the phone away from her ear and opening her eyes to glance at the number on the screen. she just needed to check the contact, but when she saw it was an unsaved number, y/n knew that the person calling was no one notable.

just as she was about to end the call, the man’s angry voice came from over the speaker, “i don’t have the wrong number, y/n.”

her eyes widened and she sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. she pressed her phone back to her ear and asked, “how do you know my name?”

“i know your name because just yesterday lost another meaningless item with your number and name written on it. it’s shocking how many lone socks appear in my possession.” he scoffed, and y/n can practically hear the man roll his eyes. “now, tell me where you live. i’ll either send someone to get the belt or you’re going to have to mail it to an address i give you.”

she felt her heart jump in her chest at the realization that the voice of the man that was currently calling her was her soulmate.

soulmates were people who the universe decided belonged together - they were made to be each other's life partners. any item your soulmate lost would appear in your possession and with modern technology, it was easier than ever to find your soulmate. y/n had spent her entire life romanticizing the day she'd finally be contacted by her soulmate and meet who the universe had hand-made just to love her.

ever since she got her own phone, y/n had made it a point to write her name, her phone number, and her social media handles on everything she owned. this was supposed to make it easier to find out who her soulmate was because it’d give them a way to contact her.

of course, his items would appear in her possession. however, there wasn’t anything like his number or social media for her to contact.

clothing, pencils, and even a 3ds, had all appeared in her possession. the most information she got was from the 3ds that had a pokemon game in it.

max.

that was the name of the playable character and ever since then she assumed that her soulmate’s name is max. even after losing his 3ds with his unfinished pokemon game, y/n still never got in contact with him. that didn’t mean that she had stopped trying though.

she just didn’t think it’d be until she was 21 that he’d finally contact her. especially in the modern era where kids were 11 years old and already in contact with their soulmates because of the inventions of phones.

“max?” she asked, hoping that it was the man’s name.

there was a pause on the other end of the line, before max finally spoke up. “how the fuck do you know my name? i’ve never written anything on my shit.”

“your 3ds. it had pokemon in it.” she answered, and feeling her heart drop when she heard the man groan on the other side.

“god, i guess it’s inevitable. the belt does have my name on it. now, are you going to answer the question? i need it by wednesday.” max sighed, his patience wearing impossibly thin as the conversation went on.

“uh, let me look for it first. i just woke up.” she admitted softly, getting out of bed and walking over to her lightswitch.

“isn’t your area code on the east coast too? it’s fucking 2 in the afternoon.” the man’s judgmental tone was hard to miss.

he was right. the sun was peeking through the blinds of her room and that was the only light that had seeped into her dark room.

“i just finished up midterms and it’s the weekend. let a woman rest, max.” she groaned, walking over to her light switch and flicking on her lights. with her room illuminated, she was able to make out the very big, very shiny title belt that was on her desk.

“midterms?” max asked, and y/n could make out the shock that was in his voice. “how old are you?”

“21, you?” she asked, walking over to her desk and admiring the belt.

“just use google. not like i’m here to get to know you better, after all i wasn’t expecting my supposed soulmate to be on the younger side. i just need my fucking belt back and then we can go back to living our separate lives.” he grunted.

she frowned at the man’s answer, clearly not wanting to go back to not knowing who her soulmate is. she certainly hadn’t expected this to be their first conversation, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the nameplate on the belt.

maxwell jacob friedman.

she made a mental note to do as the man said and google his name later on.

“well, you already know i’m on east coast.” she hummed, trying to keep the conversation going so that she could keep her soulmate on the phone. she had been dreaming of this day for years, and y/n wasn’t about to let it end so hastily.

“hurry up and just tell me where you live so we can get this over with.” he huffed.

she sighed, finally giving in and telling the man her address. his sour mood had seemed to have finally seeped through the phone speakers and into y/n’s bones to the point where she was also beginning to feel irritated. although, y/n knew she was irritated at the fact that it sounded as though her soulmate wished he never had to call her.

“of course you‘d be from around here.” she heard him mumble. his voice was so low that y/n wondered if she was meant to hear it. “guess it makes it easy though since i can just have caster come over. look, toots, after i get what i need, don’t bother contacting me, alright?”

y/n was taken aback by how certain her soulmate had sounded. “i’m sorry? i’m your fucking soulmate, you know. i’ve been waiting my whole life to finally talk to you and you took so fucking long to reach out to me. i at least want to get to know you better since the universe thinks we should be together.” she huffed, finally reaching her breaking point with her soulmate.

“and it hasn’t come across your mind once that maybe i don’t want to ever meet you?” he asked.

the words had made y/n feel as though the man had taken a sword and stabbed her right through her heart. her hand had clenched at her chest right above where her heart was and it was then that y/n realized that she was physically hurting from his words.

“my... coworker... is coming over to pick up the belt. he’ll be there in 10. his name’s max caster, and he looks like a geek. don’t even bother denying giving him the belt because that belt is very important and worth a lot of money and i’m certain you don’t want a lawsuit on your record for stealing a title belt.” max huffed over the phone.

she stayed silent, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes without her even knowing.

“alright, how about we settle then. we only call whenever we lose something that we desperately need back. i’m not answering if you’re calling about losing a sock.” max huffed, ignoring the way he felt as though he had to come to some sort of trade off with her.

“okay.” she responded in a whisper.

“he’s heading over now. don’t lose something important immediately after i end this call because i won’t be as nice as i am now.” he responded before the sound of the call being dropped rang in her ear.

maxwell jacob friedman.

how could the universe be so cruel to give her such a soulmate like him?

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