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justagirlandhersims · 2 months ago

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I truly believe this new version of the Blackpool Combat Club is what creative hoped The Elite angle would be. While Matt and Nick are a great tag team, their strength as heels is comedy (side note - Okada has turned out to have some pretty good comedic chops as well). If you're trying to "take over" a promotion, can we really take you seriously if you're wearing your weight in grandma's pearls? If anything, the only one who seems to have understood the assignment in The Elite is Jack Perry.

On the other hand, the new BCC is brutal. They have a mission and are singularly focused in accomplishing it. They have shown in a short time how far they are willing to go to "save" AEW. Moxley has always been known for his mastery in violence, while Matt and Nick's heel personas have always been more "douchebag frat bro". What a takeover needs is ruthlessness, violence, brutality - all the things that Moxley, Claudio, PAC and Marina (who is finally being used properly!) have in spades. Wheeler is their newest disciple and his turn was telegraphed beautifully by this shot:

Wheeler, who has been by Bryan's side. Who was forced to watch the BCC turn on his hero. Who was struggling to understand how Claudio (who lets be honest is his tough love father figure) could "abandon" a club Wheeler gave his blood, sweat and tears to. That Wheeler is reaching out for help (after being attacked viciously by the aforementioned father figure) while Bryan plays to the audience. Did Bryan eventually go and check on Wheeler? Yes. But I think by that time, the damage (both physically and emotionally) had already been done.

Now we come to the end of Wrestledream last night. This is one of the final shots before the PPV went off the air. Why? Because these are the people who will be leading the fight against this new Blackpool Combat Club. Who do we have?

Darby Allin - the handpicked successor of Sting. The very Sting who led the charge in World Championship Wrestling against the New World Order. Darby has had a tough time of it lately (both in and out of the ring - who gets hit by a bus and then goes to a play afterwards?). He has been a little lost now that Sting has retired. He was even handed his first coffin match loss. Moxley pretty much offered him a spot in the new BCC but Darby doubled down and pledged his loyalty to AEW. His fight against Brody King last night showed he is willing and able to go against seemingly insurmountable odds... and win.

Orange Cassidy - this man has become the heart of AEW. From a gimmick to hands down the best International champion this company has had. That speech (not a promo, a speech... in ring and heartfelt) he gave before his match against Moxley for the international belt at All Out last year? That was when we saw the beginnings of Orange Cassidy, the leader. This year, he has been betrayed by not one but TWO of his best friends. He knows what it is like to believe in a faction, in a group of friends and have that blow up in your face. He has clawed his way back with The Conglomeration (which, who knew that would turn out to be the faction we all needed right now), which shows his resilience. And much like Darby, he has never turned his back on AEW.

Daniel Garcia - I'm going to be honest... I didn't like him at the beginning. I especially didn't like him under the Jericho Appreciation Society (but the JAS was a joke from the get go, so I can't really fault him for that). The dancing... I could have done without. BUT I understand why the audience loved it. He has the same amount of potential Bryan did when William Regal started mentoring him. I'm not just stating my opinion - Bryan himself has said as much. While MJF betraying him wasn't that surprising or life changing, it opened Daniel's eyes to the "worst" part of AEW (kayfabe wise, not in real life - MJF is meant to be the personification of the overblown ego of a wrestler). His contract came up and what did he do? He recommitted to AEW and when Bryan was attacked, he came out to help. Because like so many younger wrestlers in the back, Bryan is his hero.

Hook - Let's be honest. Hook could have coasted on his father's name and reputation. TAZ is so well respected (and rightfully so), we all know doors were opened for Hook that may not have been available to others. But unlike a lot of nepo babies in the business, Hook has put in the work to become a solid technical wrestler. He doesn't have the ego one would associate with a nepo baby. He happily looks up to and takes mentorship from those around him (except Jericho but ignoring anything Jericho says is a sound life strategy). And like his father, he has put his lot completely in with All Elite Wrestling.

Not pictured: Eddie Kingston. Eddie can turn out to be such an amazing addition to this storyline. Think about it. His brother from another mother Jon has aligned himself fully (and brutally) with his mortal enemy Claudio. Bryan spent a good month and change belittling Eddie. At the same time, Eddie loves wrestling. Anyone with half a brain knows how much this man lives and breathes this sport. So what will he do when he returns? Will he set aside his hatred of Claudio and align with Jon? Will he avenge the honor of someone who called him the "king of the bums"? Or will he (and this is what I think will happen) become just as much a leader of the locker room as Bryan has been since he came to AEW?

Now finally, let's talk about Bryan's last run. He has said in recent interviews that Tony Khan wanted him to have that Wembley moment. That was not a creative decision he made. TK did it out of respect and I can understand his reasoning. But Bryan didn't want his end to be in service of himself. Instead, he picked Moxley to "retire" him. He used his final match to set up a civil war within AEW - a storyline which will bear a lot of fruit in the coming year. This will also set him up to come back (once this poor man's body gets the rest and recovery it so desperately needs) as a leader for the next generation. He will be the new William Regal but without the darkness that Regal freely admits he carried within himself.

Every single person involved in this angle deserves a standing ovation. Not just for their wrestling prowess but for the emotional weight they added to it. Wheeler alone deserves some sort of award for the turmoil he's shown week in and week out since All Out. You could hear the tears in Excalibur's voice as he tried to finish his duties as commentator. The look on Bryce's face when he called the match for Moxley... that hurt my heart. Darby struggling against so.much.tape in a vain attempt to help Bryan. Hell, his face as he came to the conclusion (whether right or wrong) that this wouldn't have happened if he beat Moxley.

What really got me though? The screams of "no" when Wheeler stood up after checking on Bryan. He hadn't even done anything yet but we all saw the train wreck happening in slow motion. That's how you know a story has been told well.

I for one cannot wait to see where all of this takes us. I have been a wrestling fan for over 30 years. I was watching live when the nWo formed. To see a new, fresh and even more brutal take on that iconic storyline is an absolute treat for me.

So thank you, Bryan. Thank you Blackpool Combat Club. Thank you Orange Cassidy, Darby and Private Party. Thank you to every single person who brought this story to life.

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crossrhodez · 8 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

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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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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago

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STFU

In the current feud, MJF and the Reader stand on opposite sides. But when the Reader finds out that night that Max’s hotel room is next to hers, she takes it upon herself to finally find a way to shut him up.

Pairing: MJF x Valet!Reader

Warnings/Promises: language, scarf bondage, SMUT, oral (male receiving), implied further smut

Word Count: 3160

Note: This thing was 1500 words before I even started writing the smut. It was the inspiration for this Summer Song-Fic Playlist, and quite possibly my favorite of the set. I reallllly hope you guys like this one. If you do, please let me know with comments and reblogs 😊 Happy reading!

“STFU” by Kailee Morgue

How many times were you going to face off against this man in the ring? Despite it being your client’s time, Preston Vance’s time, MJF sauntered down the ramp like every second of AEW was dedicated to him. The light reflecting off the heavyweight championship irritated Vance, making him turn away from the ramp with a growl. You did your best to keep your cool. But the second you lifted the mic to your lips-

“Shut the hell up, bitch. No one wants to hear you speak.”

You sputtered for a second before shooting back, “if they don’t want to hear me speak, then they sure as hell don’t want to hear you. Why don’t you go back to your cushy champion’s lounge and leave us alone. We’ll notify you when it’s time to for you to sweat.”

Max stepped into the ring and placed his hand mockingly on his chest. “That’s so considerate of you, Y/N. Do you let your client know when he’s allowed to take a shit, too?”

Vance surged forward, but you caught him with your hand on his chest.

“He is allowed to do what he likes. I just do the paperwork. And what he wants… is to beat you to a bloody pulp. Can’t say I blame him. It’s about time someone took that scarf of yours and shut you up with it.” When Max stepped forward, you stepped into his path. “Goodness, if that’s all it takes to launch you into action, why is this title shot taking so long?”

“As if you could step up to the challenge. You couldn’t handle a man like me.”

“Maybe I could. But that’s not my job.” You nodded back. “That is his pleasure. We named the challenge. You name the time and place.”

“Never.”

“For fuck’s-“ Vance reached past you, but Max swatted his hand away and spun behind you both so he was out of reach.

“Alright. So you want a title match? ‘Kay.” He leaned against the ropes, casual as a Saturday afternoon. “I really wished I cared enough about your career, buddy, I really do. But that’s not the case. So, here’s what you’re gonna do.” He pointed at Vance, “you’re gonna get lost, and you,” he pointed at you, “you’re gonna take that pretty, breakable face, and doubly get lost.” You stomped over, ready to retort, but he grabbed your mic and tossed it over his shoulder. “You won’t be needing this while Daddy talks.”

He continued to monologue to your face, but you were too busy imagining ways to get him to shut up to listen properly. Something delicious came to mind, but you pushed it out of the way. He let his glance slide off into the crowd to insult them, and you struck. You snatched his mic.

“My turn.”

When he tried to take it back, you tripped him. He grasped the middle rope to pull himself up, but you made him freeze.

“Sit your ass down. You are nowhere near enough Daddy to handle me, and we are going to settle this title shot business tonight.”

Max was aghast. You’d actually knocked him over. And always so full of spunk. How he’d love to fill that smart mouth of yours with- hmm. Again, he reached for the middle rope to pull himself up. A small gasp escaped him when your heel came into contact with his shoulder.

“Who gave you permission to get up? And another thing-“

You missed the intrigued smile that tugged at his lips. But it snapped away into a frown when you dropped the bomb you promised Preston Vance when he hired you. “That title shot? It’s next week. You’ve been slacking as champion, Maxwell, and Tony Khan agreed to this challenge on your behalf.” You grinned.

Max sneered. “Are you done?”

Tilting your head, you thought for a second. “Yes. See you next week.” Satisfied with the disgust in his face, you dropped the mic into his lap. You turned and led your client out of the ring, who was grinning ear to ear. Everything was going according to plan. Next week, he’d have to hold up his end of the dream.

***

Arriving at the hotel was a disaster. You’d booked one further out than your roster-mates usually chose. But who was there, on his phone while the elevator doors closed? One Maxwell Jacob Friedman. When you got off the same elevator a few minutes later, you groaned. His room was next to yours.

He was walking slow. More interested in his phone than what was going on around him. Or who was around.

The earlier idea from your battle of wits popped into your head again. It set a fire in your belly. Fuck it. Biting your lip, you quietly rolled your suitcase down the hallway.

He was just unlocking his door when you tugged on an edge of his scarf from behind. Without looking back, he said, “get lost, ring rat.”

“I’m here to answer your open challenge.”

Shocked, he turned around. Mouth open, you did what you’d always wanted to see someone do: use his own scarf as a gag. He fell back into the door, opening it. Your surge forward to maintain the silence pushed his and your luggage into the room in a heap. He struggled a bit, but eventually you had him pinned to the inside of the door, leaving both of you breathing heavily.

You couldn’t read what he thought about the situation.

It cut into your usual nerves of steel.

“Are-“ you wet your lips. “Are you willing to let me try and… handle you, as you put it?”

Suddenly the silence was sharp.

Then his eyes glittered with the challenge. He reached back… and locked the door.

Your grin matched his enthusiasm. Maintaining your control of his mouth and movements with the scarf, you walked him back into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed with your guidance. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the desk chair. Narrow back, thin legs, large seat. More of the plan slithered into your mind. Max followed your gaze, and took his chance.

He pushed down the scarf and spun your back into his front, pinning your arms down with the scarf. He ran his nose along the shell of your ear. “How do you know I’m going to end up in that seat instead of you?”

“Because I know this.” Twisting, you mouthed at the underside of his jaw, making it fall open. As you further kissed along his throat, you loosened his hold. Finally, after using your ankle to drag the chair into place, you nipped at his jugular. Shocked and taken by surprise, he groaned. You pushed him into the seat and nosed along his forehead, gently holding his wrists to your waist. “It works on every guy.”

“Slut.”

“Says the man who’s claimed to have banged every beautiful woman from the east to the west coast. Now,” you slid into his lap, kissing him deeply while lightly pushing his arms behind him, “less talking. More fucking.” From here, you were able to tie his wrists behind the chair. Then you frowned. “Damn. Your mouth is still free.”

“I’m sure I can put it to use.” His big brown eyes made your knees weak. They looked so eager. But you had other plans.

“I’d rather you didn’t have the chance.” You glanced at his bag. “Got any back-up scarves?”

“What kind of champion do you take me for? ‘Course I do. Just in case some fan gets grabby. They’ll be in the front pocket.”

But you were already moving. He had four. Three cashmeres ones, and a thin summer silk. More than enough.

The first went around his mouth, of course.

The second and third went around his ankles. Just tight enough to hold them to the chair legs, but loose enough so you could watch him squirm.

The fourth, the silk one, you held up in front of his eyes. If you were going to lose your resolve, it would be because of those eager eyes. “May I?”

After a pause to watch you, he nodded. He watched as you slid the smooth fabric between your fingers. Around your wrists. And up your chest to circle your neck before you finally reached out to wrap it over his eyes. He tried to mumble something behind his gag, but you ignored it.

A grunt of surprise followed your hands toying with the buttons on his shirt. One by one, you released each until his chest was bare. Only one more button to go. His hips thrust into the air as you flicked open the button on his slacks. From there, you could pull the bottom hem free, leaving the shirt open like curtains on a window to a gorgeous view. His pants you would have to leave mostly intact. And not just because he was already tied to the chair. From the size of the bulge straining the fabric, you’d be lucky to get his cock out into the open.

In the meantime, you teased your nails down his abs. Up and around his pecs. Up to this throat to drag one finger across his Adam’s apple. Max shuddered with each movement. Straining against the scarves, he rolled his hips up, searching for the apex of our thighs. But you dismounted his lap.

You caught a finger in the top of his blindfold and tugged it down so he could see you. ‘Still doin’ okay there, champ?” When he nodded, you replaced the scarf and continued your plan.

His muscles flexed under touch as you slid your hands down his arms from behind. You stepped away. Max froze. Listening for your next move. What he heard was the soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor. He flinched when your hands landed on his knees.

“So sensitive. Responsive.” You slid your hand up to palm over his still-clothed bulge. “Bet you wish you could see me. Naked, on my knees for you.” It made you smile when he groaned low. “Are you ready so see, well, feel how well I can handle a man like you?” Leaning forward, you hummed against the wet spot on his pants. “Seems like it.” Deftly, you finally helped his cock out into the open. While not overly long, it’s thickness made your mouth water. You teased the slightest touch of your lips across the length.

Max’s breath stuttered as you began. As much as you wanted to take this slow, teasing him for as long as possible… your arousal didn’t want to wait. Your lips parted during their paths up and down his cock. Mouthing gently over the head, you were rewarded with the taste of his precum. You bobbed to lick his from base to tip, smiling against his length when it twitched with the sensation. You took a deep breath. Max’s stomach tensed in preparation. Doing your best, you took him as deeply into your mouth as you could. The first pass didn’t make it all the way down. You opened your mouth wider. The second pass traveled a little bit further, bumping the back of your throat. From there, you found your rhythm. One of your hands found it's place at the base of Max’s cock; it squeezed and twisted in time with your mouth. The other found your own slick. If this continued how you wanted, you were going to need some prep. While your mouth sucked and hollowed around him, you worked over your sex with rubbing your clit and scissoring open your slit. It heightened your pleasure, passing it to Max with your hums and sighs. Above you, Max panted and moaned around the scarf. His thighs tensed and flexed on either side of you.

With your grip at the base of his cock, he wasn’t able to thrust. He wanted to. Tried to. But your grip and control was too much. Eventually, he gave in to taking what you gave. His moans pitched and whined as you worked him towards release. You looked up. When his chest was heaving and his mouth was slack around the gag, you teased him further.

You pulled away before he could cum. He struggled against the scarves, thrusting the air. Behind the gag, he grumbled.

“What was that?” You licked and kissed your way up his torso to his face, mouthing over the thick fabric. “Did you say something?” You tugged the scarf out of the way.

“One of these days,” he panted, “I’m gonna fill that smart mouth of yours.”

“Hmm. That’ll be the day. If I tell you I’m on the pill… are you open to filling something else?”

His head cocked to the side and his cock twitched against your thigh. “You need me that badly, baby?”

“Maybe. How badly do you need to cum?” You lightly gripped his cock, thumbing over the head. His hips pushed up. You nuzzled into his neck. “Do you need it that badly, baby?”

“Yes. Please- let me out of here so I can really-“ He growled as you silenced him again.

You sat on his lap and pressed your chest into his. He shuddered as you trailed your nails up his sides. You made sure that he could feel your hands as they moved to your breasts. While you kneaded, your knuckles caught on his nipples.

“I had a thought while your cock was down my throat.” Slowly, you began to roll your hips. Your slick coated his hard shaft. “I should have left my lipstick on from earlier. Then I could have left lipstick kisses at the base of your cock for you to admire. When I untie you, of course.” You smiled and ran your nose along Max’s cheek as he groaned something. “Ready for your main event?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

Gripping his cock, you teased the head at your clit. It was mostly for your benefit, but Max’s moans and stuttering breath were a good sign, too. You gave it one last squeeze before sinking onto it. It stretched you, making you groan aloud. Your head fell forward to rest on Max’s shoulder. His hips flinched. Wanting to thrust. After you acclimated to his size, you nipped at his collarbone and started to move. He did so good, letting you take the reins. And you told him as much. You praised his ability to fill you. To rile you up so you had to take chances into your own hands. He flushed under your praise about the sounds that made it through the scarf-gag. Words failed you and you dug your nails into his shoulders, grounding you while your pleasure soared. Max continued to pant and groan. His mumbling made your skin prickle. Soon, his hips found an opening in your rhythm and began to move in time. You sighed his name, tightening your walls around him.

His moaning behind the gag grew frantic. You tugged it down. “Need- need to see you.”

You tugged it back up. You thought about taking a minute to compose yourself before allowing it, but your release was so close. Pushing the fabric up his forehead, you didn’t care what he saw. How your mouth had fallen open to pant. How your own eyes were closed due to the onslaught of pleasure. The way your body bounced at a frantic pace, chasing what you both needed. His eyes could have it all. If only he’d keep moving like that so you could cum.

He did. Max moved as desperately as you did. When your bounces became erratic, nearly failing to hold you up, his thrusts made up the difference. You ended up collapsing on his lap. His length speared deep into you, and still he continued to thrust and whine until your body shuddered all over. He followed soon after, filling you with his heated release and practically melting into the chair.

You felt marvelous. And by the way Max’s chest was heaving, and how he was smiling behind the gag, so did he. Gingerly, you stood, sliding off him. He groaned, relaxing into the chair. You tugged the blindfold back down, and kissed over each eye.

“You feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” After one lasting kiss on his forehead, you walked away. His brows scrunched, listening for you. You leaned against the doorframe into the bathroom to watch what he would do. For the first minute, he chuckled, believing you’d come back. But as time stretched, he began wiggling. Murmuring your name behind the scarf. The pleading got louder, even though you knew he hadn’t heard the water start yet.

On tip-toes, you walked behind him. Max jumped when your arms slid down his chest from behind.

“Just kidding.”

You undid the scarves, leaving the one in his mouth for last. He yanked it out.

“Bitch.”

“This bitch just had you begging a few minutes ago.” You chucked his chin, kissing his cheek. “Be nice.” You took a few steps towards the bathroom before tossing over your shoulder, “well, are going to join me?”

With a smile, he shed his clothes while you started the water. “I should tease you in the ring more often.”

“I don’t think my client would like that.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your lower back into his already swelling cock. ��Any more than if he finds out we sept together?”

“What people don’t know won’t kill them.”

“Maybe they should know-“

You reached back and slapped the side of his thigh. “But it might kill you. Kiss and tell and these little clandestine meetings will stop.” Before you could wriggle away, he held you close.

“There’s more clandestine meetings available?” His voice was tinged with careful confusion.

You licked your lips. “I don’t know. Do you want there to be more?” As his hands slid up and down your arms, you leaned back into his touch. He hummed into your hair. Tilting our head, you kissed the underside of his jaw. “Would you like more of being tied up? More of me taking care of you as you deserve?”

Max spun you around just in time to feel his length twitch against your thigh. His Adam apple bobbed. “I could get used to it.”

“Good.” You turned to slide your hands behind the nape of his neck. “I always love finding ways to make you shut up.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Before you could figure out what he was doing, he shoved you into the shower and turned the knob. You squawked as you were hit with cold water before he adjusted it for heat. “You know what would be fun right now?”

“What?”

“If you’d shut the fuck up and stopped making so much noise.”

“You ass-“ He silenced you with a deep kiss. And with another round of passion. This time with him in control.

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Masterlist

Other MJF Fics:

A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

#mjf #mjf x reader #mjf smut #maxwell jacob friedman smut #aew x reader #aew smut #summer playlist 2023

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 11 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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madhatterbri · 4 months ago

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Never Alone | W.O. Part 2

Summary: Kyle steps up to fight MJF. Will finds him bloody on the floor. Once again, Peaky Blinders era.

Author's Note: I'm living for this whole thing.

Never Alone Part 1

Will Ospreay Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @smallestsnarkestgirl @hotgirlgraps @multi-fandom-things730

Will sat around the Callis family compound. He heard the harsh whispers around him. He took a shot of his drink and placed the empty glass down. They were talking about MJF. The man that came after Will.

"Has anyone seen Kyle?" Don Callis barked once he walked into the lounge. The bartender immediately poured him a shot. "I sent him out over an hour ago and haven't heard from him since,"

Will tensed at the news. The Australian born was Don's best worker. No questions asked, just do type of bloke. The task Don had him do was simple. He should have been back by now.

A car came to a screeching halt in front of the lounge. The attention of the patrons turned to the door. Within moments, a man covered in blood rushed in. He stumbled inside and leaned against a high top.

"Jesus, someone help him out here," Don ordered. Two of his workers helped the man stand. One of his arms wrapped around the other men's shoulders. Don paced to the guy and grabbed his chin roughly. "What happened? Where is Kyle?"

"The man from New York. We saw him on the side of the street. Kyle wanted to fight him," he gulped. The messenger was struggling to breathe. Will wondered if he had a broken rib. "I got out of there as quick as I could,"

"You left Kyle?" Don asked. The man's silence was the only answer he needed.

"Where is he?" Will asked urgently. The man gave the street names. About a five minute drive away. Will knew he had to go fast. He rushed out to go find Kyle.

Will found him on a sidewalk in a more desolate part of town. He laid on his back. Blood poured out of his forehead, but at least he was alive. Will stopped the car next to him on the street.

"Oh my God, mate, what happened?" Will asked. He dropped to his knees and cradled his friend's head. Kyle groaned weakly. He opened his eyes to see his best friend.

"That coward and I saw that man that has been giving you a spot of trouble. He told me he would help," he grunted. "He used a ring to gash my head. I don't remember much after that. He wanted to keep me alive to give you a message,"

"What is it?" Will asked urgently.

"He says he is going to go after Y/N next," Kyle answered. "I'm sorry, Will. I tried to stop him,"

#fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fanfiction #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay fanfiction #will ospreay fanfic #will ospreay #kyle fletcher #will ospreay x female reader #will ospreay x f/reader #will ospreay x y/n

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A person we will hide behind the name @sadiesm told me that people were wondering if the "mom shooting dad" stuff MJF mentioned yesterday was actually true, so I decided to compile a bunch of fun (and "fun") points of interest about Roddy Strong's early life under the cut.

(All of this is stuff that he's publicly said in interviews/podcasts, by the way. I'm no internet stalker. CW for mentions of drug abuse and domestic violence.)

Yes, his mom did shoot his dad. Specifically, when he was around 11, his mom, who was a user of "hard" drugs and would often disappear for 2-3 weeks at a time on "trips" to do them, tried to drive off to do just that, only to find that the car battery had been disconnected by his dad to prevent it. They were both drunk (his dad especially abused alcohol), they fought to the point it got physical (which sadly wasn't uncommon), and when Roddy's dad was watching TV in their trailer extension shortly afterwards, his mom came in and shot him.

Roddy, however, was not there at the time; that night he was sleeping over at his cousin's (his older sister was, though).

His mom went to jail and his dad had to be a single parent for a while, which is why when he got a call if he wanted to train to be a pro wrestler he brought 12-year-old Roddy with him (they couldn't afford a babysitter).

The trainer for the first few months was Jim "the Anvil" Neidhart, which immediately hooked Roddy because it was someone he'd watched growing up; he would sit in the grass for hours (they trained in Neidhart's backyard IIRC) and just watch for a month.

One day Anvil tells Roddy to get in the ring if he wants, he fucks around on the top rope, and on the ride home his dad tells him something along the lines of "hey, Jim said that if you stuck to this, you might end up being something"

Whether or not Anvil was just being polite, that was the first time Roddy had been praised by anyone other than his parents for anything he felt he actually did/chose to do, and from then on he adopted wrestling as "his own thing".

He had a ring built in his own backyard and would wrestle himself for hours because he thought having a good match with a broomstick was an actual test.

He wrestled Davey Boy Smith Jr. when they were kids (he didn't live very far from where they trained); it was an awful match and Roddy nearly broke Davey Boy's arm on an incorrectly-applied arm wringer, but it was his first match captured on (home video) tape.

One of his constant supports coming up was WWF/WWE wrestler Molly Holly, who he'd send his tapes to; she actually trained with him in the backyard.

Speaking of WWF/WWE women, he innovated Victoria's finisher, the Widow's Peak, or at least is where she ultimately got it from (Molly Holly saw Roddy do it on a Florida indie show at when he was 15).

When he finally got friends thanks to high school football, he'd invite them to mess around in his ring...but it never lasted for long because they'd complain about how much Roddy would beat them up, LOL.

In high school, he did: football, shotput, a bit of tennis, and cheerleading.

He was also in gifted classes and his scholarship to university was apparently an academic one.

He apparently slept around a lot in his 20s, but he's only ever had three girlfriends (the third was Marina Shafir, who he ofc eventually married): the first was in high school, the second his first wife who he had been in an on-again, off-again relationship with for ten or so years--and he's actually said something along the lines of "I felt that of course I had to get a girlfriend; that's what guys my age do, right?"

He almost quit wrestling altogether until he got a letter from Ring of Honor at 19...and so everything that happened after happened.

To end on a funnyish story: when he was 7, Roddy, his dad, his uncle, and his cousin went to one of the concerts in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Coming Out of Our Shells tour. He was having a great time and was singing along to every word (apparently he loved the album)...until Leonardo came down into the crowd. Roddy, like every other kid there, rushed to touch him, but (according to him, because he was a very overweight child) he tripped, and by the time he got back up Leo was too far away. He then cried the entire rest of the night.

#roderick strong #mel's writing tag #I guess? LMAO IDK

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allelitesmut · 1 year ago

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Palate Cleanser - A Prequel - Chapter One

A little more than five years before the events of the first story, Riley finds herself feeling trapped in a bad relationship. Max takes it upon himself to try to remedy the situation.

Pairing: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: Sexual overtones, Eventual Smut (minors dni), Cheating adjacent, Some pining and angst.

Read the original story here

*Everything alright with the Chinless Wonder?*

Max finally sent the text off, physically unable to restrain himself for another minute. He watched as Riley typed and deleted several times before her text finally flashed up on his screen.

*You shouldn’t call him that.*

He rolled his eyes and fired back a text without a pause.

*And he shouldn’t pretend that his beard hides that concave jaw.*

In her townhouse, Riley stifled her laugh, burying her face in the couch cushion. Before she could respond, two more texts popped up on her screen.

*But seriously*

*He wasn’t too much of an ass, was he? I’ll fuck him up.*

Riley stilled, swallowing hard, glancing up the dark staircase toward her room, where her boyfriend, Jonah, was asleep in her bed, no doubt letting the stink of his beer soaked body leach into the sheets.

*Nothing I can’t handle*

Max didn’t like that answer. He knew what that answer meant. Pacing with his phone in his hand, he considered how to proceed.

A few hours ago, he had been over at her place with a few of her college friends, celebrating after she finally got the call that she’d gotten the lead part in a new show. Jonah was supposed to be there with her but didn’t so much as text before showing up two hours late and sloppy drunk. He had completely forgotten about the party and made his displeasure known when he showed up, angry that she had people over. He unceremoniously ended the party and it looked like they were in for a blow out fight when Max begrudgingly left.

*Is he asleep?*

He finally texted back, then watched the text bubble pop up and disappear a few times, rolling his eyes. That was a yes.

*Yeah, he is*

She knew it was dangerous to be honest with him but it had been a long night and she didn't have the energy to lie. Her phone pinged with an almost immediate response from Max and her stomach clenched.

*Come outside*

*What?*

She shot back instantly, eyes darting to the window down onto the street. It was too high to see out from the couch but she didn’t dare to move. If she moved, she may as well just give in now.

*Come outside*

He repeated himself and Riley swallowed hard, eyes crawling back up the stairs to her bedroom, consequences already milling in her mind. She typed a reluctant response, walking the line.

*You’re still in Manhattan?*

Oh he almost had her hooked. He was so hoping his hours spent wandering around the city, biding his time until his window opened, weren’t in vain.

*I couldn’t leave before I got to give you your present*

The smile that curled around her lips couldn’t be contained. She was allowed to smile about it, though. It was just the dangerous glow in her belly that she had to ignore.

*You got me a present?*

Max grinned down at his phone. Bingo.

*Of course I got you a present, dummy. So you gonna come out and get it or should I come inside?*

She hesitated. Despite her efforts, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Max had been not-so-subtly laying groundwork lately. It always got like this when he could tell that her relationships had run their course but this time had been a bit more heavy handed than usual. He was doing everything he could to undermine Jonah any time his back was turned, and their usual late night texting had been taking a distinct veer toward flirty. If Jonah had any awareness beyond his own ass, Max was certain he would have taken a swing at him for the audacity he had.

*I’ll be right out.*

She crept down the stairs to the bottom floor silently, ignoring the pull in her gut that told her this was something to feel guilty about. This was just going to see a friend; that’s all he had ever been, right? Just a friend with a lifetime of history.

When she pulled open the front door, she spotted him, sat in the dim porch light with a pristinely wrapped box in his lap. She couldn’t stop the overtired, surprised laugh that burst from her lips a little too loud, just suddenly struck by the long night it had already been, compared to the feeling that bubbled in her chest when she saw him actually sitting on the front step.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He lounged back, leaning against the iron bars of the hand railing.

“Oh desperately.” She let her fluttering laugh titter off, dropping down onto the step beside him, ignoring the way electricity skittered down her arm when it brushed his, and the fire raging in the spot where their thighs were pressed together. “I can’t believe you hung around this long to give me a present. We’re going out to breakfast tomorrow morning.” Max rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, his excuse feeling a little flimsy when she said it like that.

“Well, maybe I was a little worried about Sir Drinks-A-Lot upstairs.” He jerked his head in the direction of her bedroom window and her eyes followed the path up. The window was open but Jonah slept like the dead.

“You don’t have to worry about him, he’s harmless.” But the look Max gave her told her he wasn’t convinced. “The worst he ever does is yell at me until he passes out.” He held her gaze steadily, unfazed by her defense.

“As if that’s acceptable.” He muttered and she went to interject but he cut her off. “He showed up plastered, two hours late, for a party celebrating you at your house when you look like that,” his eyes meandered down her form, lighting matches all along the way, in spite of the bulky sweater that was obscuring the dress she wore to the party. “and he’s got the fucking nerve to yell at you? You have got to let me hit this guy some time.” But she just rolled her eyes.

“He had a tough day…” She could hear, as it came out of her mouth, the way it was ripe for the picking apart that Max was so good at. “And I was picking a fight.”

“Stop making excuses for him, Ry. He’s a piece of shit.” He knocked his knee against hers with a frizzle of heat and she ducked her head.

“You always think my boyfriends are pieces of shit.” She tried to laugh but it got caught in her throat.

“Yeah, and I’m always right.” His smug tone only lasted for a second before he shifted to face her more directly. “But especially this time.”

Riley quieted at that, listening to the sounds of a New York summer still bustling from a street or two away. It had been getting harder to defend Jonah lately, his drinking had noticeably increased and their fighting was increasing right along with it. His harmless teasing had turned a little more personal and the little willingness to compromise he had was dwindling.

“Dude is a straight up wasted like five nights a week.”

“He likes to have fun.” She was reaching. “It’s not like you and I don’t have our share of nights we barely remember.”

“Okay, first of all, I remember every night we’ve ever spent together and I’m a little offended that you don’t.” He teased just to watch the way her lips curled up, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Second of all, I don’t have a problem with people that drink. I have a problem with people that are assholes when they drink but still drink a lot. I’m fucking delightful when I drink so it’s not an issue.”

“Yeah?” She giggled, wetting her lip. “Tell that to Mrs.Johansson’s mailbox after you broke it, thinking you could vault over it while drunk last summer.”

“I have no memory of this.” He said with a cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes but her smile was already dominating her face, nose scrunching up.

“Well let the emergency room bill serve as a reminder.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and he scoffed, leaning back until his forearms rested on the top step. Riley followed suit, eyes up at the starless sky, the light of the city stifling the view.

“I really don’t get what you see in this guy.” He was stewing; he had been for a while but it had been getting harder to keep inside lately. She turned her head to look at him. “I mean, it’s been, what - like six months now?”

“Seven.” She corrected and he shook his head.

“So fucking forever.” Lamenting, he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “You can’t tell me that guy fucks you well enough to make it worth it.” Riley gaped, smacking his shoulder.

“You know, I know this is probably hard for you to believe but not everybody decides who to date based solely on how good they are in bed.” She gave him an accusing stare, tongue pressed into her cheek.

“Man, so he is bad in bed then.” He winced, a hiss whistling between his teeth, shaking his head. Riley rolled her eyes but he didn’t miss the ghost of a smile behind it.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well, I don’t hear you denying it, sweetheart.” His torso twisted in her direction. “You know, a lack of orgasms is bad for critical thinking skills…I would be happy to lend a hand.” A devilish smirk curled around his lips and heat crept up her neck into her cheeks. “Or a tongue.” His brow raised suggestively and she pretended she didn’t feel the ache between her thighs.

“Max…” She warned and he held his hands up in concession. The same old song and dance.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just looking out for your health, Ry.” He tucked his arms back up on the steps and she shook her head.

“Don’t make me go back inside.” She threatened but Max couldn’t tell if she was teasing or not.

“Before you even open your present?” He nudged her with his knee and her eyes shot down to the present tucked between his legs. His chest warmed as the smile trickled back to her face, illuminated by the porch light behind her. She sat up straighter and held her hands out expectantly, fingers clenching in a grabby motion.

“Come on then! Let’s see it!”

“Jeez, the manners on you. What would your mother think?” He shook his head, taking his sweet time in pushing to sit up. Riley scoffed.

“Oh she’d probably think something like ‘God, I just can’t understand how the daughter I never spent more than two hours a week with wound up so disrespectful! If only her good-for-nothing father had stuck around, it’s probably his fault!’ and then she’d make a snide comment about my disappointing career path.” She rattled off, face trained into an eerily similar imitation of her mother’s patented disapproving sneer.

“Well, I mean, look at you. Julliard educated actress, working on some campy nerd show on the CW. Embarrassing. And mouthy to boot.” He grinned, leaning heavily into her shoulder until she knocked her head on his, lips scrunched in a restrained smile.

“God, did you talk to her before coming here? I swear she said that word for word when I told her about the new gig.” She sighed, letting her head settle on his shoulder.

“I was there yesterday,” he gestured to the package in his lap, “picking up something for your present.” Riley’s eyes lit up, nearly bouncing in her spot as she looked from him to the present and back. “Mmmhm.” He hummed, reluctantly picking it up and handing it over. It wasn't that he was worried she wouldn't like it - he was certain he had knocked it out of the park. He was just a little worried that he knocked it too far out of the park; so far out of the park that she was going to see just how snugly he was wrapped around her finger.

Riley slipped the ribbons that were tied around the gift over the edges and wiggled them off, out of her way. Tearing through the wrapping paper without an ounce of grace, she stopped short, warmth blossoming out of control in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Her eyes scanned over every inch of the framed display in her lap. Evenly set through the frame were a series clipped pieces of paper, unevenly faded, and she studied them each closely. Laid out in order was a newspaper article or photo from practically every role she had ever played, from her elementary school performance of Wendy (opposite his Peter Pan) to the announcement about her upcoming role on the CW. Heat pricked behind her eyes and she delicately traced her finger from piece to piece.

“Max, this is incredible. I don’t even know what to say.” She gushed, finally looking to him, eyes glistening even in the limited porch light, and warmth spread through his chest. She set the frame down just behind her before throwing her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He swayed back into the railing with the force of it but quickly stabilized himself and snaked his arms around her waist, an electric warmth frizzling in his stomach. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“I know, I know, don't get sappy on me.” He muttered into her hair but she shook her head, squeezing him tighter.

“It’s everything.” The words tickled his neck, his entire body prickling with heat. They lingered, wrapped in their tight embrace for a few beats too long. Max savored the familiar smell of her shampoo, eyes squeezing shut, and he couldn’t stop his hand from coming up to cradle the back of her head. His fingers burrowed into her hair and she shuttered a sigh before finally pulling back, ceding to the gnawing feeling in her gut. “This is…um…thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She swallowed hard, trying not to wither under the heat of the look he was giving her. Shifting to give herself a little more space to breathe, she snapped him out of his daze. Shit, it felt cold with this much space between them.

“I’m really proud of you, Ry.” He said with a sincerity that knocked the wind out of her chest. “You deserved something special to mark the occasion. And I wanted to." He said with a finality that brought her back to the moment, but then his face cracked with a sly smile and he leaned in conspiratorially. "Well, that's not true. I wanted to make you cum on my tongue so many times in a row that you'd forget your boyfriend's name..." He made a show of wetting his lips, satisfied at the way her breathing faltered and her eyes drifted down to them. Her lips formed the shape of his name without a sound, in an extremely poor excuse for an objection, a knot in her stomach constricting. She ignored the nagging thought that, after the night she'd had, that sounded like a crazy enticing offer. "...but I think maybe I'll save that for another occasion." Leaning back against the railing and out of her space, he allowed her breath to come slamming back into her chest. She blinked a few times before shaking it off with a breathy laugh.

"You're the devil." She pointed an accusing finger at him but he only gave a toothy grin.

"Feel like dancin'?" He tilted his head, daring her to indulge but she rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder.

"You wish." But she was hardly fooling anyone. His effect on her was palpable now and it was only a matter of time before she reached a breaking point. Unfortunately, she was starting to suspect that Max knew better than she did what that point was and could choose to snap it whenever he felt like it.

He only chuckled, relaxing back on the railing, watching her with a quiet smile. She shifted, angling back against the opposite railing, and her knees knocked against his, now right in front of her. Her head fell back against the railing and she let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments.

"Don't let him treat you the way he did tonight, Ry." Max said as if he could see the evening playing out in her head. Her eyes connected with his in the hush of the street, their knees threateningly close and ready to set a spark in motion at a moments notice. She opened her mouth to respond but ultimately just closed it, nodding. There weren't enough excuses in the world to make up for the way he treated her after everyone left, and she was struggling to will herself to crawl into bed next to him after this. "I'm serious, sweetheart, next time he starts running his mouth like that, I'm not going to hold back on him." Riley's teeth raked over her lip and she hesitated before waving him off.

"I've got it under control, Max. He's just been in a rough spot since he lost his job." She had an arsenal of excuses prepared at any time. They were already running on a loop in her brain lately as a constant reminder.

"Riley, his job was handing out flyers in a poorly tailored business suit in Times Square." He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, and she tried hard not to focus on the way his biceps bulged.

"That!" She started hot but quickly lost steam. "...was a volunteer position..." Max snickered and she tried to rebound. "That wasn't his job. He was a data analyst at -"

"Yeah, I know, he's a failed investment banker. Big whoop, so are half the guys we graduated high school with." He cut her off, circling a finger in the air in a mock celebration. "He's got zero valuable life skills; he's never had an original thought in his life; he's a waste of oxygen." Max ticked the points off on his fingers. Riley blew out a breath; he was laying it on thick tonight. Earned after Jonah's meltdown but still not entirely fair.

"Max, c'mon. He's a good guy. He -"

"No, he's not. He's a nasty son of a bitch and he is leagues below you." He bulldozed the lie she was about to tell through her teeth and she huffed.

"Right, I should probably be looking for a nasty son of a bitch who is in my league, then, huh?" She pressed, irritation starting to sting through in her voice, sitting up straight and he mirrored her, jaw grinding. "I suppose that's probably just you, though, right?" Her tongue pressed into her cheek and Max rolled his eyes.

"You said it, not me." He shrugged, savoring in the way he was getting under her skin, before waving her off. "But that's not even the point. Its been seven months now and there’s no way you can tell me you're in love with this guy." Her brows narrowed, jaw ticking, the pit in her stomach rolling.

"I-"

"Aht!" He cut her off. "Do not lie to me, Riley Masterson. I know you too well." She took a measured breath, lips pursed.

"You're overstepping." She warned but he rolled his eyes with a scoff.

"No, I'm serious. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you are in love with that loser." He held her gaze steadily from across the stairs, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. Riley huffed, then opened her mouth and closed it, glaring at him. She drew in another, more determined breath and gave a pleasant smile.

"I love him. Its...we're in love." She shrugged and Max's booming laugh echoed down the empty street. Shooting daggers at him, she smacked his knee and he sat upright.

"Come on, babe, your shows gonna end up cancelled before they even film the pilot if that's the best acting you can do."

"Knock it off."

"No. Not until you can come up with a single reason you're still giving this guy the time of day." He persisted, unable to stop himself. “You know all the goodwill you earned by letting your mom set you up with her friend’s kid evaporated the second she got to know him.”

"Max, back off." She practically growled, nails digging into her thigh for a sense of control. The complete truth was that she was ready to break up with Jonah weeks ago. She had practiced the 'let him down easy' speech and braced herself for the meltdown that would be imminent, but then he came home and told her he'd been fired. Her break up speech died on her tongue, the idea of giving it to someone that was already crying made her slightly nauseous.

So it was one more chance. Followed by another. And another. But she couldn't let Max know that. All he needed was a pin-sized opening to tear a hole clean through anything he wanted.

"Aren't you getting tired of the way this asshole treats you?" He was crossing into badgering territory, which was a line he had flirted with quite a bit over the years, but even he could admit this was getting beyond him.

"That's enough." She got to her feet in an instant but Max was up just as quickly and they felt substantially closer when they were standing side by side on the stairs. It nearly knocked her off balance, the smell of him flooding her senses. He noticed the mild sway and capitalized, fingers curling around her waist to steady her and she couldn't stop the way she leaned into the warmth of his touch. "Max..." Even though she meant for it to come out like a protest, it sounded far closer to a plea.

"Aren't you getting tired of faking your orgasms?" The vulgar rasp of his whisper sent a shiver down her spine. His finger trailed up the curve of her waist, his eyes locked on hers, and the breath stopped in her chest. Guilt tugged heavy in her gut but she couldn't seem to force her feet to move. "Just say the word, Ry..." Red hot lava was pouring through her veins, turning to a molten pile of ash before it could even reach the bottom of her. "I could have you shaking and begging to cum in less than five minutes."

"Max, please, I can't..." Her fists clenched by her side, nailing digging into skin as she held her composure. She was pleading now. Pleading because they both knew she wasn't strong enough to resist him if he really tried. This was his lazy attempt and she wasn't deluded about it.

“Trust me, Riley,” he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before letting his hand fall back to his side, “I have no intention of doing anything that you don’t beg me for.” He took a step back and she took a breath so deep it made her head spin. Slowly retreating to the railing opposite her, he still felt like a predator stalking his prey. She was white knuckling the railing, as if it was the only thing holding her self restraint together, her breathing still filtering in through unsteady gasps. He had the upper hand and he knew it; that was a dangerous thing. "I should probably head back." His eyes fell to hers, watching as they widened in a panic as she tried to decide if she wanted him to leave or not. "Got a long ride back. Then I gotta turn around six hours later for breakfast." And her response was out of her mouth before her brain could stop it.

"You can crash in the guest room if you want." Her offer felt completely transparent, even though her head was still a blur of thoughts she couldn't parse. Max chuckled, glancing up to her bedroom window.

"You sure J Money won't mind?" He gave her a cheeky grin and she wet her lips before shaking her head.

"No, he'll be in full repent mode tomorrow." She let out a bitter laugh and ducked down to grab her gift off the porch. "And I am always right when he's in repent mode."

"Boy, your relationship sounds like a blast." He used that sickly sarcasm that made her skin crawl, his arm roping around her shoulders, steering her towards the door in an implicit acceptance of her offer. She rolled her eyes, pulling her sweater tighter around her. At least she could breathe now. He was laughing now and being insufferable as always, which meant she was safe.

"Shut up. I will make you sleep on the porch again." She shouldered against his side from under his arm as he lead them toward the door. He made a loud 'ough' noise, pretending she had blown a catastrophic hit to his ribs.

"You'd leave me to the cold after injuring me so brutally?" He let himself hang on her shoulders slightly and she breathed a laugh, shaking her head.

"You'd deserve it."

She opened the front door and they noiselessly padded across the hard wood floors, up the sets of stairs to the level the guest room was on. They lingered for a brief moment before she saluted him and fled up the stairs without so much as a ‘good night’, to the safety of her own room. Even if occupied by a body that still, hours later, reeked of pretentious overpriced beer.

But she should have known she wasn't really safe. She retreated to her bathroom and washed the weight of the day off her face and brush her teeth before heading to bed. Rubbing a hand over Jonah’s back, sticky with dried sweat, she climbed beneath the covers. He groaned, swatting in her direction and she sighed, rolling to face away from him. Her mind raced, thoughts of Max swirling in circles around the nagging feeling that her relationship had long outrun its course. Guilt wrenched in her stomach; Max wasn’t supposed to factor into this equation. But that pit in her stomach reminded her that Max factored into her decision to jump into the relationship in the first place.

Then, because he always seemed to know exactly when to twist the knife, Riley saw her phone screen flash with a text. Her eyes scaled back to Jonah, as if she could see him from her position, then back to the alluring glow of her screen. Hesitating, her heart raced, fingers buzzing faster and faster until she snapped and snatched the phone off her bedside table, spotting the preview of his text.

*I think you left bruises with that monster shove*

She gawked, though, as her phone unlocked and revealed that the message from Max had included a nearly indecent photo of him taken in her guest bathroom. Curling over to cover her phone from the unlikely chance that Jonah woke up and peered all the way around her. And once the shock took over, she froze, eyes locked on a spot across the room for a few frenzied heartbeats. But she couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting back down to her phone, or her fingers from tapping the picture to pull it up to full screen.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip as she studied the lines of his body that she knew so well. His sweats were hanging dangerously low on his hips, giving her a tantalizing glimpse at the veins that trailed down below the sliver of boxers that was peaking out. But Riley’s eyes were really drawn to the part she hadn’t seen until the picture was full screen - the well defined outline of his clearly hard cock pressing into the soft material of his sweats.

She swallowed hard, thighs pressed together as heat crept up her neck. Her finger hovered near the screen, willing herself to minimize the picture. Finally, shaking her head, she swiped it away and typed a quick response.

*I don’t see any bruises...*

It didn’t take more than thirty seconds for a message to ping back to her.

*Weird, must have just been the lighting 😏*

Her response was out before she could think about it.

*You’re such a tease*

But she should have thought about, because if she had, she would have known that was just setting him up. Her screen flashed with the response, then another closely on its heels.

*I don’t have to be...*

*Come downstairs*

Riley squirmed in bed, the pit of guilt in her stomach warring with the warmth that pooled below it and the electric excitement creeping up her neck. Her teeth dug hard enough into her lip to draw blood.

*Come on, Max. You’ve gotta stop. I have a boyfriend.*

His response didn’t take long.

*Yeah, and you’re not in love with him.*

She nervously dabbed her tongue over the sore spot on her lip, chest heaving, eyes darting back to Jonah’s sleeping figure. Her thoughts felt loud enough that they could penetrate his dreams.

*Thats not fair…*

But she couldn’t even type it. He was right and they both knew it.

*Whats not fair is you forcing yourself to be with this dumbfuck instead of coming down here to bounce on my cock.*

The noise she made was involuntary and it made Jonah stir. She stashed her phone beneath the blanket, suffocating the light. Shit, she knew that if she needed to hide like this, she must have been crossing a line. But, fuck, did it feel a little good; the ache between her legs was a testament. Once she was confident Jonah had stopped moving, she retrieved her phone from the blankets to see Max had sent another picture.

She wished she could have claimed she didn’t jump to open the picture. She wished she could claim she had hesitated, even for a moment; that she hadn’t practically clambered to see what new delicious tease he had sent. But oh, she was weak. And only felt weaker when the picture plastered across her screen and she got a good look. In it, Max was laid out in her guest bed with his shirt off, his sweats pulled so low that she could swear she could see the start of his cock. But even if she couldn’t, it would be hard to miss his raging hard on pressed through the sweats, his hand wrapped around it, giving her an exceptionally clear outline. The caption beneath it simply read “Break up with him”.

Riley swallowed hard, thighs pressed together, rubbing her legs like a cricket to disperse the near throb in her core. She knew better now than to comment on the picture at all so decided to stick to the safer route of addressing the caption.

*He’s asleep, I can’t just break up with him now*

But that response only had Max grinning to himself, almost better than her first response to his picture. He knew, at almost two in the morning, she wasn't going to break up with him right this minute. But boy did it seem like she took her time thinking it over before she responded.

*Alright, then don’t. I won’t tell...*

She was caught off guard by how tempting that was. Her heart raced as her mind played through the likelihood of her being able to sneak down into Max’s bed, have the best sex of her life, then sneak back into her own bed without being caught. The odds felt exceptionally high. Her stomach twisted on itself, wishing the thought hadn't crossed her mind, and she swallowed hard before shaking her head.

*Good night, Max.*

She set her phone back on the dresser with a finality, fighting but losing against the desire to check it when it lit up with his reply.

*Good night, Ry. Sweet dreams*

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