#mjf x male!Reader

[issdisgrace]

MJF WITH A FEMINIZATION KINK

WARNINGS: Feminization kink duh, minors stay away

Max knew he had a feminization kink long before he met you. He first figured it out he had a femization kink when he was around 18/19 and it was most definitely through porn.

And for the longest time, Max was scared to get himself for his kink. And it wasn’t until he was 22 that he got the courage to go buy himself some makeup.

He was nervous as hell the whole time but he managed. And when he was getting checking out he was asked by the attendant if he was buying the makeup for his girlfriend. He froze for a couple second before saying yes.

Did he have a girlfriend fuck no. Was he in the closet about the fact he was bi, fuck yes. He didn’t want anyone knowing about this kink of his. Or his sexuality as he hadn’t really come to terms with it.

Anyway after that interaction he realized he could indeed and fact go out and buy things for himself under the guise of getting it for his “girlfriend” and no one would question it.

He made up a fake girlfriend in great detail. And with all his bases covered it gave him confidence to go out and buy himself stuff for his kink.

Overtime he grew quite a collection of clothes and accessories to makeup and toys. But despite his collection of things he hid all of it. Not once did he let any of his partners know about his kink. He was scared what they would think and worried that they would hold his kink above him as blackmail.

Was that last part irrational on his part yes, but it was a genuine worry. He didn’t need to be relentless made fun of, lose work, ect just because a stupid kink he has. And he genuinely thought he was going to take his kink to the grave with him or so he thought.

Anyway eventually he met you and there was something about you. He didn’t care if he hadn’t officially come out as bi he would do that later. He wanted you.

You just had this extra factor that no one else had. Maybe it was height, your build, your confidence, or maybe it was a combination of a bunch of things. But while we are speaking of confidence Max loves the way you exuded confidence both in and out of the bedroom it makes him hot under his collar.

He loves it, he loved you. He wanted so much out of your relationship and you could give him that. And you did. You helped him in every aspect that you could.

But you had a feeling that he was telling you something. And you were of course correct. When you eventually confront him he will admittedly deny that he is hiding something from you.

This confrontation heightens his anxiety so bad that he gets sloppy and forgets to put his makeup away before you came over for date night. Date night goes well of course and you guys end up fucking. After a couple of rounds you get up and get a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean up the mess on you guys.

That’s when you notice the makeup confused you brush it off. Later on when you guys are in bed talking you mention it. And he goes ghostly pale. He feels like he is going to pass out. You ask him what’s wrong then everything clicks.

You comfort him telling him that it is completely fine to have a feminization kink and that you don’t mind. In fact you were going to bring it up to him soon and ask if it was something he would be interested in.

This eases his fears but doesn’t quail them completely. There’s still a long way to go and a lot of talking to do between the two of you.

But let’s just say it definitely added more fuel to the fire that was your guys attraction to one another.

[deepdisireslonging]

Eight Miracles With You

The Reader is invited to participate with MJF’s family Hanukkah traditions. She enjoys being included. But Max’s mind wanders as he sees her in the candlelight and can’t wait to get her alone at home.

Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, Smut, oral (male receiving), lipstick kink (is that a thing?), dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, p-in-v, cock-warming, implied further smut

Word Count: 2900 (omg)

Note: Firstly, just: this man. Secondly: this one came out really intense. Please let me know how you guys enjoyed it with comments and reblogs! Keyboard smashes and emojis are great feedback too. Happy holidays and happy reading!

Max couldn’t take his eyes off of you. This was the first year you’d been able to participate with his family’s Hanukkah celebrations at his parent’s house. It was the family tradition to meet all in one place for the first night and the lighting of the first candle. He swore that you glowed brighter than the candles.

All night, you asked questions about the differences in traditions between your family and his, details about recipes for latkes, and sang along with his parents. You spun the dreidel with his younger cousins. Their familiar bickering about wins and losses mirrored how you handled his opponents in and around the ring. But here, you had a patience that made his chest tight.

What got him the most, though, was the candle lighting.

At each of the windows, family members placed their personal menorahs on the sills. Your candelabra sat next to his, flush with the window so as not to overlap the candles. The shamash candles were passed around to collect the flame. As the sun was setting, the candles were lit at each window, warming the room with their light and passing the light into the cold world outside. Inside, the house lights remained on, keeping his family in view with more light than their menorahs. Max sang the blessings softly, watching you over the radiance of the candlelight. He stumbled over the words; ones that he’d been singing since his childhood. He kept watching your mouth as you talked, sang, or laughed during the rest of the evening. How your hands fluttered as you talked. The dress you wore was one he’d seen before. But how it swirled around your knees as you walked had him licking his lips and his hands running through his hair.

It took forever to say goodbye. The candles were snuffed out after half an hour. But it took another forty-five minutes before it was just the two of you and his parents. After final goodbyes and the drive home, you finally noticed how fidgety he seemed. You barely sat your menorahs in the front windows before he was mumbling about needing to do something and hurrying upstairs.

You shook your head. As much as he loved being the center of attention in the ring, you hoped the crowd of family hadn’t been too much. You gave him space. In the meantime, you cleaned the kitchen from your earlier rush to prepare the sweets you took to the lighting. With a sigh, you turned off the kitchen lights and headed up stairs.

But upstairs was dark too.

“Max?”

At first, you didn’t hear a reply. Then you noticed the glow coming from your bedroom.

“I’m back here,” Max finally responded.

When you stepped into the bedroom, you gasped. Every flat surface was covered in candles. Tea-lights, tall candles, even a string of fairy lights surrounded the bed. You kept your hands clasped over your chest. “What’s all this?”

“I… well,” he floundered while running a hand through his curls.

You thought for a moment. “Maxwell. Were you a little… distracted during the candle lighting this evening?”

“Maybe.” He grinned at you and tugged you close. “Okay. Maybe a lot.”

Again, you looked around. You closed your eyes as you asked, “so instead of focusing on the miracle you were thinking about – ”

“The miracle of you coming into my life, yes.” With the way his fingers were trailing up and down your back, he wasn’t reticent in the slightest. You asked if something like this was allowed. “Well… it’d forbidden to fast during Hanukkah. So, if you’re up for it, we are allowed to, ah,” he kissed your forehead and began to let his hands wander.

You rolled your eyes. “I thought you were the one who had to be ‘up for it’ in these kind of situations.” To test your theory, you slid your hand down to the front of his pants. He was, indeed, up for it. “Okay. You’ve got the candles. You’ve got me. What’s your next step?”

He swallowed hard; his gaze homed in on your lips. “Not a clue. All I want to, all I’ve wanted to do all night was kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting on? Another miracle?” You slid your hands up his chest and behind his neck. You scratched lightly at the bottom edge of his curls. “Come down here, Scarf Boy, and kiss me.”

With a smirk, he did just that. Small, teasing kisses at first. But as you leaned into him and hummed into his mouth, Max kissed you harder and held you tighter. His hands splayed wide around your hips, trying to feel as much of you as possible. He groaned as your hands did the same to his back and biceps. When you were breathless, he broke away.

“How you doin’ down there, sweet cheeks?”

All you could manage was a “mhmm.”

Proud of himself, he helped your legs wrap around his waist. The bed was soon under you, but Max kept you wrapped around him so he could grind into your rolling hips. He glanced down at your skirt riding up. He rocked into you harder until the fabric was bunched up around your waist. He smiled into your kisses. With a chuckle against the curve of your neck, he leaned you up with a hand behind your head. His other hand slipped between your bodies. With a little teasing and a little rubbing, he succeeded in wringing your arousal through to the front of your panties. Your jolts and whines didn’t make him stop. What did freeze him was how glossy your eyes looked. And how your mouth parted perfectly around those tiny gasps that he loved.

Glancing at your boudoir, his mind spun with an idea.

“Hey, Baby, you gonna take good care of me?” He suckled a soft mark on your neck. “Gonna take care of me so I can take real good care of you?”

You followed his glances to your collection of hair and makeup products scattered haphazardly over the low desk. “Always. But – What do you have in mind?”

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before shifting off the bed. When he came back, he had one of your lipsticks in hand. He summoned you to sit on the edge of the mattress with a curl of his fingers.

You frowned at the tube he chose. It wasn’t one you used often. The lipstick was too dark for regular use, and really only looked good when you were expecting to be flushed. Realization froze you in place as Max lightly gripped your chin. Your lips parted so he could apply the color to your lips. It didn’t take much to image how you looked to him. Cheeks flushed from his kisses. Eyes wide with realizing what he meant to do. Lips parted in an “oh.”

With his thumb, he smeared the thick layer of color across your bottom lip. “Perfect.” He grinned. “Caught up yet?”

To answer, you reached for his belt buckle.

Max toed out of his shoes and helped your hands rid him of his pants. The button-down shirt hung open over his undershirt, though it was tight enough that you could watch his tummy contract. He regripped your chin as you brought his cock into the open. Back and forth, he enjoyed smearing your lipstick. He couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like after he filled your mouth with his length. A small hiss escaped through his teeth as your thumb circled his tip, smearing the precum there.

His head fell back as you began to kiss and down his length. When he managed to look down again, his breath stuttered to see the red lip prints that you’d left behind.

“Come on, Baby. Mark me up.” He spread his hand over the back of your head. As you swallowed him down, bit by bit, his words stuttered out between rushed breaths. “Love seeing your lips around my cock. Been dreamin’ – use your tongue, just like that – dreamin’ about having you like this all day. Been wanting to feel that mouth just like this.” He groaned as you added your hands to your movements, cupping and massaging his balls to make him twitch in your mouth. “We both know you’re too good for me. But then I’ve got you like this and – easy woman – and I think maybe you’re just as much a degenerate as I am.”

You slid off his cock with a pop. “Darling… you talk to much.”

“Make me shut up then.”

After a smirk, you took a deep breath. Max braced himself for what he knew was coming next.

Relaxing your jaw and throat as best you could, you worked your way back down his length until your lips could rest at the base of it with your nose pressed against his abdomen. Max’s eyes rolled. His thighs twitched as he fought the need to begin thrusting in and out of your mouth. Anything he wanted to say stuttered on his tongue, refusing to make any sense while you had him sucked down so well. He stumbled through a few sounds as you hollowed and sucked your cheeks.

“Gonna, gonna burst. Move, woman.”

Lightly grazing your teeth along his underside, you slid off again. He whined, tightening his grip on the back of your head. “What? I thought you wanted me to move?”

He used his thumb to hold open your jaw. “Fine. Stay still and I’ll move.” He glared at the innocent smile you gave him. Already, the color on your lips was smeared nearly past recognition. But he needed to see it obliterated. Max filled your mouth again. The sensitivity of his cock jarred as your tongue worked around him. With a grunt, he did his best to hold back. Thrusting, he took what he wanted.

Your hands slid up and down his thighs. If he slowed down, you picked up the pace. He wanted to see you debauched, and you were willing to give it to him. But you also wanted to see him wrecked.

The tightening of his hand on your head was the only warning you had before he spilled down your throat. As you swallowed, you kept him in place by gripping his hips. He tried to get away, but you took your time coming off him. When you did, you took his length in hand and guided him to lay on top of you on the bed. He grunted against the side of your neck as you gently stroked him.

“Ea-easy.” He batted your hand away. Before you could snark at him, he reached down for your slick. It didn’t take much movement from his fingers before he could triumphantly watch your eyes close with pleasure. And it didn’t take much more to remove your dress and panties. Before you could bother with removing your bra (one of the lacy blue ones that he liked) he rolled you to sit on his hips.

You squinted at him.

Max swung his hands up and back behind his head. “What?”

“What happened to I take care of you so can take really good care of me?”

“We’re getting there.” He shifted his hips under you, his half-hard cock laid out for your view. “Can’t take care of you with this. So, help a guy out.” Max smirked at you.

His face was pretty, you had to admit. Punchable. But pretty.

In Max’s view, you were stunning. The candlelight glimmered across your bared skin, flickering and giving your face different angles of illumination. You were irritated with him, but beautiful. His stomach contracted under your hand while you thumbed across the blurred line of lipstick at the base of his cock. Panting, he kept still as you pushed his undershirt up so you could see his abs. They flexed as you curled your fingers around his length, gently stroking him.

When you began to roll your hips over his stomach, with his cock trapped between you, the both of you had to moan. You with neediness, and Max with overstimulation. The wetness that had grown with sucking him off slicked up his cock and stomach. You slid back and forth, chasing the sensation of his cockhead catching your clit. But then Max reached up and took care of your bud with his thumb. You braced your hands on his chest.

“Look at you,” he breathed. “Ridin’ me like a perfect slut. My slut. If you hang around me too much longer, I’ll ruin you.”

You licked your lips. “You’re already ruined me, Max. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

His other hand landed on your waist, guiding you to slide faster. Your slick gushed, giving him plenty to work with to rub up over your clit. He teased you for the mess you were making. How he wasn’t even in you yet, and you looked like you were fucked head over heels.

“You gonna cum, Baby? Just from sliding back and forth on my cock? What would your fans think of you if they knew this was the woman you became when the cameras turned off? My valet, my woman, so cock-drunk she can’t even see straight.” He used his hips to push you higher on your knees. With the extra space, he curled his fingers into your heat. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Desperately, you nodded. All you needed was for him to keep moving his fingers like that. Just a little longer. But as he dragged them out, you keened. Between you, his cock had hardened again. He guided you back and forth, gasping to feel how wet you were. “Max-“

“Gonna take good care of you. Can you wait for me?” He ground his thumb into your clit, hoping to bring you to the brink. He had a feeling he wouldn’t last long once he had your walls around him.

“No.” Your limbs stiffened and your vision blurred as Max’s work sent you over the edge. You tried to fall forward onto his chest, but he forced you keep sitting on his lap as he laid there.

“Did you just cum?” He laughed, awed. “Poor thing. Just came around nothing. Don’t worry; I can fix that.” Lifting up your hips again, he speared you bit by bit onto his length.

Your thighs quaked on either side of his hips. Full of him and reeling from your release, your body couldn’t decide if it wanted him in or out. Your walls fluttered around his length. Beneath you, Max struggled to hold still as your body decided. Looking at the scrunch of his brow and hearing the raspiness of his breath, you knew he was close. You slid your hand up his chest. His hand caught yours after your thumb flicked over his nipple.

“Hey-“

“What?” You gently rolled your hips, making both of you gasp. “Are you the only one in this house allowed to take charge?”

Cheekily, he risked a grin that disappeared into a moan as you rolled your hips again. “I – I thought I was.”

“Are you sure about that?”

His answer was to grip your hips tight. Hands warm and grasping, their paired strength held you in place for his hips to thrust up. Your hands fell to lay over his. As he made you bounce on his lap, you did your best to keep your seat. Max watched you fall apart through lidded eyes. Heart thundering in his ears, he could still hear your cries and the prayer of his name falling from your lips. He watched your throat and lips. He watched your breasts bounce as he thrust. And he felt your walls clamping tighter and tighter around his length with each spear into your heat.

“Getting’ close, baby?”

You nodded frantically. Eyes screwed shut, you slammed yourself down and wriggled your hips, chasing the sensation of being completely full.

“Come on then,” he breathed, “cum for me. Gonna fill you up so good.”

He reached for your clit, circling it until you saw stars. The flames and glow of the fairy lights blurred into one radiance with Max’s awe-struck face in the center. It was the last thing you saw before you came with a shout. Your eyes clamped shut. As he continued to thrust, you fell forward to brace yourself on his stomach. You clawed at his skin, leaving thin red welts. Max groaned, then whined your name before his body shuddered. His release spilled into you, warming your already-flushed body from the inside out. The cum that spilled out around his length mixed with the mess already spread across his lap.

Dazed, you didn’t realize he hadn’t pulled out until you were laying on your side and he was lifting your leg over his thigh. “Max-“

“Hmm?”

“What – what are you doing?”

“Well, you blew me till I came. I made you cum. Then we each came again. That leaves four more.”

“Four?” You whimpered as he slowly rolled his hips. “What? Did you think we were done?” He kissed the end of your nose before burying his head into the crook of your neck and sucking a mark on your pulse point. “Nuh-uh. Have to get to eight. One for each candle and night of the miracle. Not letting you go. Not yet.”

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Masterlist

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Other MJF Fics:

A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

Power Struggle (Whump)

STFU (S, Summer Song-Fic Playlist)

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Other Wrestling Holiday Fics:

Snow Kisses (F) - Jack Gallagher

Happy to Help (Male!Reader, AR, F, implied S, M|M) - Ricochet

Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader) - Elias Samson

Rain Check (F, A, Book/Coffee Shop AU) - Ceasaro/Claudio Castignoli

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I would love a BCC smut headcannon fic! I’ll leave it up to you! Not many people write about all of them. Thank you! 😊

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An: This started out as some form of head cannons and turned out to whatever this is. I honestly don't know what this is.

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

Summary: When Regal betrayed the BCC they were in search of a new leader and somehow you fit the part. You should have read the fine print

When Regal turned on the BBC months ago I didn’t know what to expect. Sure we all knew it would happen at some point but did that point need to be right now? I had the pleasure of being ringside for the match against Mox and MJF, I saw firsthand the look of betrayal on Jon’s face once he realized what had happened. 

The next few weeks were a bit of a daze, originally I was just being used as a distraction, as bait for this feud with Max. I honestly didn’t mind it, I still hated him for what happened during our days in the pinnacle so when Regal came to me with the idea I had to accept. Now that he’s gone the BCC needed a leader. I would assume the torch would be passed to Mox or Danielson but me? What did they see in me? Why did they want me to take over their sacred club?

Those next weeks as the new leader of the BCC went well, almost too well. We would travel and room together since that’s what factions do but I always felt like there was something else. The way the boys would exchange looks between the other hoping I didn’t realize but I always did. The way they would get jealous when other male talent approached me backstage. I almost felt like I was pray and they were predators waiting to find the right moment to attack. 

Tonight I had a match on Dynamite against Hikaru Shida, of course the boys needed to be ringside for my match. When I arrived at the arena I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, almost like I did something wrong. Just then Shida came up to me. 

“Hey Y/n!” Shida said, approaching me with a big smile 

“Hi Shida, you ready for tonight?” I asked 

“I’m ready to kick your ass” She said laughing “But I came to give you a bit of a heads up” 

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

“I think your little club is mad at you?” Shida said to me before a “Good luck”, with that she left

I stood in the middle of the entrance frozen in fear. What did I do? Everyone knows not to piss off the blackpool combat club. Trying to prepare myself for the absolute worst I walked down a few halls until I made it to our private locker room. I knocked on the door, no response, so I knocked again, still nothing. I slowly opened the door and realized it was pitch black in the room, just then I felt someone grab my arm and pull me inside. 

I tried to move, make a sound, but I couldn't. Whoever grabbed me had a tight grab on my wrists from behind with one hand, the other covering my mouth. Still I tried to escape but then I felt it and I realized exactly what was going on. I could feel the hard erection pressed against my ass. My body now was able to relax, just for a moment. Then that’s when I realized that it was Mox who held me, at least I thought it was, I was still in the dark. 

Just then the mystery man let go of me and the bright lights turned on, revealing the entire blackpool combat club. 

“Where were you yesterday?” Mox asked as he slowly approached me, now face to face 

I didn’t know how to respond 

“I’m asking you a question: doll face, where were you?” Mox asked again, voice louder this time 

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

“That’s just not good enough, you see we don’t appreciate you not joining us yesterday” Danielson said “The BCC we eat, we sleep, we train together. You know this. So why weren't you here yesterday?”

I didn’t know what to say, truthfully I wanted to travel to the show alone today. I was starting to grow a bit uncomfortable at times, I swear Yuta was watching me in the shower the other day. 

“What’s the matter? Cat got ya tongue?” Mox said as he grabbed me once again, pressing my ass against the bulge in his jeans. “You feel that Y/n? This is what you do to me, I’m pretty sure you do this to all of us. I’m going to say this once baby so you better listen. You may be the leader of this club but I will tell you what to do. Part of your job Y/n, will be to help me out with this little problem I have here alright?” 

Just then, Mox gave the others a nod to which Yuta, Claudio and Bryan left the room leaving me and Mox alone. 

What have I gotten myself into?

[thesupreme316]

its me again 🤪 i was wondering if you could do aew boys reaction to you getting attacked by your tag team partner exp: you guys lost a tag match and you partner attacks you i hope i explained well🫶🏼🩷

I GOTCHUUUU

AEW Stars React to: You Being Attacked By Your Tag Partner

Pairings: Hook X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Kenny Omega X Reader, MJF X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassiesworldsworld for requesting (keep em coming)! Reader is gender-neutral in this. nothing else...I hope you all are doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: Nun, barely proofread, GIFS ARE NOT MINE

Taglist: @cassiesworldsworld @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay, I have 3 options for this (Reader is gender-neutral applicable to anyone; your partner is of your choosing):

Either you lose via roll-up and are attacked immediately after the match (Bayley attacks Sasha Banks)

After the match, you were attacked by your tag partner who joins the enemy (Luchasaurus attacks Jungle Boy and joins with Christian Cage)

Y’all lost the match, get a standing ovation, and your partner attacks you after you guys hug (Tommaso Ciampa attacks Johnny Gargano)

Bottomline is you were attacked and now your significant other/best friend is angry

Hook

Mans is big mad; like big big mad

You thought he was trying to whip Jack’s ass? Wait until he sees you get attacked

Man will jump over your body real quick to try to punch your former tag partner (if they are a male)

^^might get a heart attack to be honest from him leaping

Will immediately carry backstage as your former tag partner runs to the back

Is simmering with anger as you try to convince you’re okay

“I’m happy that you’re okay. I just really wanna kill that son of a bitch”

Does not take this matter lightly, especially after Jack betraying him

If you wanna get your lick back, just let him and he’ll take care of everything

Ricky Starks

Just like Hook, he would take this shit so seriously (cause of Hobbs betraying him)

But also I feel like he would understand the former partner’s stance as he betrayed Brian Cage (ew)

Will comfort you as you have multiple emotions running through your mind

“They’re missing out on a friendship with a bombass, beautiful, fierce, strong, athletic, and great person….and you too.”

I think he would be the type to transform you (ring gear, style, promos) so you can show your former partner that you’re simply better (nail emoji)

Like I’m talking early 2000s movie montage

Ricky would definitely help you plan your revenge

Overall, I believe this man would help you get back on your feet

Darius Martin

His heart would break for you and would be the one to sprint out to help you out of the ring and up the ramp

Darius is a very loyal person as he frequently rotates between AR Fox, Matt Sydal, his brother, and Action Andretti for tag partner

Will always offer a place on his team for you

“You know you always got me and the boys.”

Will take his thoughts to Twitter just to shit on them

I also think Darius will make it his mission to make sure that you were well taken care of; advises you to choose peace before violence

But if too much violence takes place; he’s walking out with a steel chair and zero fucks to give

Eddie Kingston

THIS MAN??? HE DOESNT CARE WHO THEY ARE; THEY’RE GETTING THEIR ASS CHEWED UP, SPAT OUT, AND BEAT TF UP

Will again blame Claudio, Bryan, and Punk for everything (don’t let him find out they joined BCC)

I think he would take this more personally than you, especially if they joined with his enemies

“FUCK THAT LOW DOWN, SLIMY, SWISS CHEESE BITCH! AND BRYAN TOO, THAT TECHNICAL ASS BITCH! I’ll stab them dawg don’t worry”

Eddie is the type to ride or die for his people; so he is one of the first people to stand with you against the traitor

Is absolutely down for revenge or crazy plans

“I still got that gasoline can if you need dawg.”

Daniel Garcia

Will immediately offer you a place in JAS (like I always say, PLEASE say NO)

But also with the way JAS is right now, he would take time to team with you; so he can also find peace

Will be smug toward your former teammate

“Listen here, Y/N is a talented person and you’re gonna wish you didn’t cross them.” Dances away

Like stated earlier, I think he would take this time to fully understand his position with his own teammates

Daniel would be your #1 cheerleader on Twitter and tag them in various posts shitting on them (like Darius)

Will give you advice on how to carry on and will try to convince you to be a sports entertainer

MJF

THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Always had a feeling that it was coming, but he wouldn’t tell you and is angry with the entire situation

Has to keep in character on Twitter:

“Look, I understand that Y/N loses a lot, isn’t as good as me, and has terrible taste in tag partners but that doesn’t mean you had to dump em!”

Will lecture about how you shouldn’t really trust anyone but yourself in the business, but empathizes with you (if he can) about having friends and supportive people

Like Daniel, might take this time to reflect

Will devise a revenge plan that involves sabotaging your former tag partner’s plans/goals

“Babe, I’m the devil. I can make anything happen.”

Kenny Omega

Like most people on this list, Kenny has experienced being on both sides of this situation; so he completely understands the feelings involved

Will offer you a spot in the Elite (that can go either way)

I think because of the fact that he has a lot going on with himself, he would let you do whatever you want

Is more emotional support than physical support at the moment

Will help further the storyline of your revenge and character development on BTE

Outta all the people on this list, he would give you the best advice

“I think you need to take some time for yourself and see what is in the future for you…and if the answer is revenge, make sure you have money aside for bail…for me.”

[seeingstarks]

the cream on the cake wants to escape

summary : being newly signed to all elite wrestling, you don't know many people and expect no one to show up to your birthday party but end up with company of the devil himself and mr. best in the world. pairing : mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader cw : cursing, many sexual innuendos, teasing, breast grabbing/kneading, daddy/babygirl/daddy dynamic, implied cmjf references, thigh riding, cock/clit teasing, begging, male masturbation, blowjobs, dirty talk, double penetration, creampies, butt-plugs, slight bondage, ass slapping, utter filth. a/n : my birthday is in three days and with cm punk coming back soon i just had to whip something up also i love cmjf but basically this is something small i made for myself. i hope you all enjoy it though and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!! my ask box might be open soon for drabbles as i'm slowly getting the inspo for writing again. <3 there may be a few spelling/punctuation errors. word count : 2,518 words tag list : @josiewrites , @baysexuality

some of the talent backstage had their suspicions when you became apart of bullet club gold in just a matter of months after being signed to all elite wrestling.

the rumours began to spread, hushed whispers down the halls the moment you left a room. there was no getting away from your ex - however none of them knew what actually happened.

you carefully hand-wrote each invitation to your birthday party being held later that night, allowing everyone to bring a plus one. in each envelope corner you curled a cursive letter heart with your initials on it.

not knowing many people at all elite, you felt doubt that anyone would come. if you had known more people maybe they would have thrown you a surprise party instead of doing one for yourself.

with a sigh you sat down at catering after grabbing a boxed cupcake juice robinson gave you earlier but didn't have time to sit down and eat until now.

glancing around, not many seemed to even care or notice it was your birthday. they were either too wrapped up in their own lives or didn't see you sitting all alone.

pulling out a lighter from your jacket pocket you attempted to ignite the flame a few times but had no luck. "seriously, the one time where things go to absolute shit and it's my birthday!?" you cursed out weight shifting as you felt someone's presence next to you.

anyone but him. "how is my switchblade babe doin', aye? need a light?" jay questioned with a smirk before pulling out his lighter and igniting the candle on the cupcake as if it were nothing.

you rolled your eyes before even taking a glance at jay, "didn't need your help, and don't call me that. we're not together anymore. don't even know why we're in a stable together." you crossed your arms at your ex.

"wow.. last time i help a friend out. well, i'll leave ya' be then." jay stood up and walked away while you took the wrapper off your cupcake and took a bite from the sweet treat.

a single tear fell down from the corner of your eyelid, today of all days you felt most lonely. the salty liquid ran all the way down to your lips and you didn't want anyone to see you crying. luckily bullet club gold wouldn't be needing the locker room today as you booked it and locked the door behind you.

the rest of the day seemed to go by at an agonizingly slow pace, you began to set up pastel decorations and blew up a few balloons as the clock ticked down nearing the time for guests to arrive.

walking into the washroom, you fixed up your h/c hair and brushed it off to the side while fixing your black dress which hugged your curves perfectly. not having the time to put a bra on or even caring about it, you shrugged while looking in the mirror and threw a light jean jacket on over the dress while slipping on a pair of combat boots, comfort and style.

once ready, you took a seat on the sofa and waited a good ten minutes before someone knocked on the door, "coming!!"

once seeing who was in your doorway your mouth fell agape, so many questions filling your mind but words unable to form.

"you 'gonna just stand there or welcome me in, i'll move ya' if i have too." shaking your head, you simply giggled and stepped aside.

"how- when- where?" you questioned and raised an eyebrow while looking the chicago native up and down who did indeed age like fine wine.

"okay.. see lemme' explain. me and uh- let's say a co-worker of mine paid off the others not to come in order for you to have a special night, that is... if you want."

you punched phil on the chest, who didn't flinch the slightest. the chicago native pretending to be hurt and scrunching up his face, "ouch that hurt soooo much."

"i was crying earlier and this so called co-worker of yours is nowhere to be seen!" you yelled at him and punched the man once again.

"shhh, babygirl. there he is." your eyes left his and looked up to meet with a pair of dark hues belonging to the devil himself who locked the door behind him.

"aw, are you two getting started without me?" maxwell asked.

gulping thickly you hid you your face in the crook of the chicago native's neck, your cheeks starting to heat up the moment phil wrapped his large hands around your waist and gave a slight squeeze.

"so brave before and now look at her hiding... we're gonna' have fun with you tonight, such a shy doll isn't that right?" maxwell taunted and approached the two of you, the heat of his breath running down your own neck sending chills down your spine, "but tonight is all about the birthday girl.. tomorrow me and phil have our fun.. that is if you can still walk by the time we're done."

stepping away from phil momentarily, you allowed him to still hold your hips as you looked up at him with a soft smile. "well... i've always wanted to try thigh riding.." you admitted shyly while glancing between the two men as they each shared a knowing look which could only mean trouble.

"oh? whose thigh do you wanna ride first?" phil pulled you in closer, rubbing his hands along your curves and pressing his growing hard on up against you, "look what you're doing to me already baby.."

maxwell smirked as another pair of hands went behind your figure, going under your shirt and massaging your breasts as you let out a soft moan for the devil, "fuck- not wearing a bra, is that just for daddy?" he asked and pinched your nipples causing a whine to escape your lips all at the same time when phil brushed the tip of his cock up against your clothed entrance.

"n-no it mm- happened by coincidence but i will make sure to wear em' less for both my daddies." you responded with a grin.

"did you hear that phil? she's got two daddies now- will be fun adding a chick into our little adventures, hm?" max questioned the chicago native who simply nodded as the two men continued to tease you.

throwing your head back you let out another moan, your underwear soaked at this point simply by the fact of phil teasing your clothed clit with his cock and maxwell tormenting your breasts with his hands, kneading at them as your nipples hardened under his touch, "more daddy- please-" you begged and took a sharp breath.

lifting your arms up, maxwell helped rid you of the black dress and phil briefly picked you up off your feet to slip the combat boots which were discarded haphazardly toward the floor.

you looked down and attempted to take your underwear off which caused phil to shake his head, "not yet, baby. don't think we forget about your little request."

phil took his clothing off and laid back on the sofa, luring you over with a finger wave as you straddled his thigh he pushed his knee up against your clit.

"go ahead and get off on my thigh, babygirl." your cheeks heated up once given permission as you began to ride his thigh, soft whimpers and moans already falling from your lips at the friction being created from your underwear.

"look at you.. soaked already and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet. just imagine how messy you're gonna be with both me and max inside you." the mere thought of what phil just said caused you to ride his thigh even faster, the moans becoming louder, your attention being adverted for a moment as you looked over in the corner to see maxwell jerking himself off in the chair, "don't stop doll, 'wanna watch." he spoke with a pant and you kept eye contact with maxwell while moaning out, "mmm-fuck!"

you were clearly falling apart on the chicago native, his cock hard while watching the curved beauty above him get off on just his thigh. "daddy- i'm so close-" you whined and grinded up against the man before making even more of a mess in your underwear.

"fuck- i'm close too babygirl-" maxwell spoke in broken breaths and phil gave you the okay to leave his thigh but not before he took your underwear as a sort of token to his accomplishments.

you crawled off the sofa, ass in the air which was definitely a sight to see for phil as your clit was still soaked from moments before. you dropped down to your knees infront of maxwell who had cum already dripping from the tip of his cock.

you stuck your tongue out and gave him kitten licks, looking up at maxwell with hooded eyes as his hands wrapped around in your hair and tugged gently while you took more of his length in and sucked lovingly. the man was already edging himself so it didn't take long for him to fill the entirety of your mouth with his warm seed, "i forgot to buy cake but that was some good as hell frosting." you smirked and wiped the remainder of the cum off your lips.

"always more where that came from, baby. however when the clock strikes midnight we get to have fun our way."

"what does your way entail exactly, phil?" you asked in a shy tone.

"well.. let's just say instead of crying over a stupid ex it will be because of overstimulation or.." phil looked around the room, a smirk growing on his lips, "cause we tied you up with this pastel ribbon. all depends if you're a good girl for us or not. isn't that right?"

you nodded your head, "yes sir, but i rather like that idea."

maxwell stood up from the chair and approached you, "what do you say we try it out tonight?"

you nodded your head so fast if you were a bobble head it would have popped off, eager to have more fun with the two men. "yes, pretty please."

"oh.. look how desperate she is to be tied up and filled with two cocks... think she can handle us both at the same time?" maxwell asked phil.

"let's find out and see."

phil picked you up and carried you to the sofa, placing kisses on each wrist before tying them together with pastel ribbon.

"ass up, legs spread." maxwell used a demanding tone of voice which had you dripping, he ran his fingers along your folds, "such a good girl already. prepared for the devil to corrupt you?" it wasn't a question, more of a warning as he slid into your entrance, giving you little time to adjust in attempts to grasp at the sofa.

"fuck, such a beautiful sight. look at her already clenching onto you so tight max.." phil hummed and entered himself slowly into your asshole, nearly hissing at how tight you were.

"p-phil- you're huge!" you yelled out, head barely able to think of a single thought while being stuffed full of two humongous cocks.

phil slapped you on the ass while entering the rest of his cock into you slowly as maxwell started to thrust, "that's daddy to you, got it?"

"uh-mhmm! yes daddy!" words became incoherent mumbles once the two men picked up speed, both making sure you were okay but at the same time whispering absolute filth into your ears as you clenched around their lengths as if your life depended on it.

"f-fuckk! you both feel amazing!" grunts and groans alike fell from both their lips and you could've sworn you heard them both call each other daddy, leaving you to wonder what they did in the midnight hour before adding a woman into the mix. you were never one to judge but with you there it was three times the charm.

the moans became increasingly louder as they pounded into you relentlessly, you'd all probably end up with a noise complaint sooner or later.

"go ahead and cum babygirl.. we can feel how close you are." you felt the heat of the chicago native's breath up against your ear, "yes sir." the flood gates were open as you came around maxwell's cock and he released inside of you while phil did the same. the three of you continued to ride out the high but you were the most worn out.

phil was the first to pull out as cum dripped from his tip all the way down from your asshole, "i was 'gonna save this for later but.. you should open it now." he handed you a small black box wrapped with a gold bow, the contents inside being a butt-plug.

your eyes went wide as you looked over at the chicago native, "what am i supposed to do with this?"

"think y'know.. sweetheart.. want you to sleep with it in as a reminder who owns that ass." he smirked and took the plug from your hand before inserting it inside your body.

"y-yes sir, thank you for the gift daddy." you placed a kiss to the chicago native's lips which he then returned and nipped at your lower lip, leaving you to want more.

maxwell had been keeping you warm in a way with his cock as you felt him continue to twitch inside you, a whine falling from your lips when he pulled out aswell.

"don't worry baby. there is much more where that came from." maxwell revealed a brown gift bag with the words burberry inscribed on the outside.

you sat back on the couch, still panting a bit while opening the gift from max which was a matching set of burberry lingerie in just your size, on the side was a pair of angel ears.

pouting you looked between the two men and they each furrowed their eyebrows, "what's wrong, baby?"

"just wanted something to keep this cum inside me. love being full of both my daddies icing like a cake." you grinned up at them as phil had something hid behind his back, a matching plug to the one gifted, "you're in luck."

yawning, the night activities started to take a toll on you so you got dressed in the lingerie which would surely be torn apart by morning and you kept the chicago native's gifts quite warm aswell.

once returning from the washroom, maxwell and phil were in their boxers and you cuddled up between them on the sofa before shutting your eyes as they each placed a kiss to your cheek.

"how was your birthday?" maxwell asked as you rested against his shoulder and you scratched the chicago native's beard softly, noticing him start to drift off toward slumber with your loving touch.

"best birthday ever. thank you both so much. now get some sleep, knuckleheads."

phil slapped your ass playfully in response, "goodnight, babygirl."

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

DRESS UP

Summary: Hanging out with Tay Conti and you guys start a vlog. And find Sammy on FaceTime with Max (your crush). Sammy than invites Max over to the house to try and get you and Max together....

MJF x Reader (18+, Smut!!!)

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"Hey Y/N. Wanna do a vlog with me today?"

Tay smiles at me shaking her phone. I smile looking at her sitting on her little couch in her room.

"Yes please!"

We start talking about how we met through wrestling and what it's like to travel all the time. Than she starts asking me personal questions.

"SO Y/N who is your favorite male wrestler in AEW right now?"

I make a thinking face trying not to blush because she knows who my favorite guy is. I have the biggest crush on this man.

"Hmmmm that's a good question. I like FTR. Their wrestling style is what I really like. I like Hangman. Anndddd...."

She looks over at me smiling thinking I'm going to say him.

"I also like Darby Allin. That dude is a badass!"

She looks at me with a shocked face. I look over at her with a confused face.

"What? You asked."

"You may have forgotten someone."

I look at her eyes squinting.

"I don't think I did."

She laughs and nudges me with her shoulder. I laugh with her.

"Tay we should get Sammy in on this."

"Good idea Y/N. SAMMY!!"

She yells really loud but we don't hear anything. She looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"SAMMY!! SAMMY!!"

I am holding her phone up with her yelling for Sammy.

"He is literally in the living room. How can he not hear me?"

"Maybe he is playing his video games."

"Let's go see."

We both get up. I am following her out of her room and downstairs still recording what is going on. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, we see Sammy on FaceTime with Mjf showing each other their cats. I record Tay's reaction while my face is starting to turn red.

"SAMUEL!"

Tay yells at him making me jump a little. Sammy turns to look back at Tay and I. He turns his phone so Max can see me. I am trying my hardest not to look at his phone slightly seeing Max is shirtless with a tan plaid hat on.

"I have been calling you for 20 minutes! What are you doing?"

"Ummmm our cats are having a playdate."

I giggle still recording everything. Tay crosses her arms looking at Sammy.

"Hey Max. I gotta go. We can do this later."

"Yeah Samuel, you better hang up now."

I see Max hang up and Sammy gets up trying to touch and hug Tay to try and make up for not listening. I turn off the phone and hand it back to Tay.

"Sammy we were making a vlog and wanted you to join but you are over here talking to Y/N's crush."

My jaw drops hearing her say it out loud. Sammy has a shocked look on his face. She looks at me and gasps.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry Y/N! I didn't mean to say that out loud to him!"

"YOU LIKE MAX?!"

Sammy yells at me grabbing my shoulders. Tay smacks his stomach.

"Samuel!"

My face turns bright red feeling it start burning from being so embarrassed by everything that just happened. I just want to run upstairs and away from everything. Tay grabs my wrist and pulls me upstairs to her room. Sammy stays downstairs and puts his videos games on. I walk into her room and sit on her bed head in my hands still embarrassed.

"Y/N I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything. I just thought you also told Sammy when you told me."

"Tay. It's okay. He was going to find out sooner than later."

I giggle a little looking up at her. She smiles at me putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If there is any way I could make it up to you, let me know."

"I have an idea."

I point to her closet and Tay smirks knowing what I mean.

"Well if we are gonna "play dress up", we are doing makeup first."

"Fine! But I dont want a lot!"

She grabs her makeup stuff and starts doing mine first.

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After she is done doing makeup, we walk into her closet to look through her dresses. Good thing we are the same size. Looking through the dress, I come across a black spaghetti strap tight fit mini dress. I pull it off the hanger and hold it up to myself. Tay looks over.

"Oh girl! You should definitely wear that one!"

I smile and lay it over my arm looking through her shoes surprisingly we also wear the same size shoes. I find some yellow plaid boot heels and pick them up. I walk out to her bedroom while she still looks for something to wear. I change into the black dress and put on the heels sitting down at her vanity. I put my hair into cute low pigtails. I am wearing my babygirl necklace I got a long time ago with Tay along with a bunch of rings on my fingers. Tay comes out in a dark blue frilly type dress, black heels, her jewelry and leaves her hair down. She puts on a black heart choker along with her outfit. I stand up and look at her jaw dropped.

"Girllllll you look smokinnnn hot!"

"SO do you!"

"Let's go show Sammy what you look like!"

I grab her hand and walk out of her room. We start to walk down the stairs but we hear Sammy talking to someone so we stop and listen.

"I don't know dude. I may beat you!"

"You may beat me. You may not."

My eyes grow wide looking over at Tay than I run back upstairs. Tay follows me.

"Y/N. What's the problem?"

"Tay that's Max down there."

My heart is almost pounding out of my chest. I look over at Tay.

"Cmon Y/N. Let's go down acting like we don't know he is here and show them what we look like. He might just like what he sees when he sees you."

I look at her and she is being very serious with me. I take a deep breath, look at her cracking a smile holding out my hand. She grabs my hand with a big smile on her face walking out of the room. We walk down the stairs slowly.

"Oh Sammy!! Got a surprise for you!"

Tay still holding my hand walks out from the stairs and I am right behind her. We stand next to the couch looking at them not noticing or listening to us.

"SAMUEL!"

Sammy and Max about jump out of their skin and both look over at us jaws dropping at the same time.

"Dude this happens at your house? I'm coming over more often."

Max smacks Sammy's arm looking at both of us. I am trying really hard not to make eyes contact with him. Sammy stands up, walks over and wraps his arms around Tay's waist pushing her away from me. I step more into the living room so they can have space. I look over towards the stairs seeing Sammy basically dragging Tay upstairs knowing what they are about to go do. I stand there awkwardly waiting for something to happen between me and Max. I kinda look out the corner of my eye to see Max is just playing on his phone. I lightly sigh and walk out to the kitchen to get a drink. I grab a cup than go to the fridge, open it and take the tea out. I walk over and pour a glass not seeing Max come in.

"Gonna pour me a glass too?" He walks over grabbing a cup from the cabinet and sets it next to mine. I blush really hard and pour him a glass not saying anything.

"Cat got your tongue?"

He grabs his glass off the counter standing directly next to me basically breathing on me. I look up at him getting lost in his eyes. He smirks and puts his hand on my cheek getting really close to my face.

"Ya know Y/N... you are terrible at hiding your feelings for me. Other than Sammy telling me how much you talk about me to Tay. But whenever you are around me, you never seem to have the words to speak. Just your face gets so red."

I just keep looking up at him eyes locked, his hand burning against the side of my face. He takes a sip of his drink making me shake my head coming back to reality.

"I....uhhh i..... go...."

I grab my drink and walk out to the living room and sit on the couch very close to the side. Max eventually comes out and sits on the other side. I sip my drink and set it on the side table grabbing my phone. Max keeps looking over at me and shaking his head. We start hearing Tay and Sammy upstairs. I sigh and laugh a little. Max looks over at me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah just this is a normal thing every time we decide to "play dress up" and surprise Sammy. I always get left downstairs."

"Wow. You and Tay play dress up for Sammy?"

"Well yeah. They are the only real friends that I have. Never had any other friends and never had a good real relationship in years. Why I have a hard time with feelings and emotions."

I look over at him and he looks very fixated on me and listening to what I am saying. He slowly starts to move closer to me and places his hand on my back rubbing it a little.

"Y/N if I said anything wrong out in the kitchen, I am sorry. Sammy seriously invited me over because he wants you to be happy."

I move closer to him and place my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around my neck and shoulder and pulls me closer. He looks down and goes to kiss my forehead. I decide to quickly move and kiss him on the lips. He starts kissing me harder placing his hand on my cheek. I start climbing on his lap and my dress starts rolling up exposing my ass a little. He snakes his hands around my body grabbing my ass super hard making me moan into our kiss. I pull back from the kiss looking at him. He smirks looking up at me.

"Wanna take this party to my house? I don't live very far."

I run my fingers through his hair smirking at him.

"I would love that."

He picks me up by my ass and carries me out to his car. He opens the door and sets me inside than runs over and gets in the driver's side.

"This is a really nice car by the way."

I run my hand over the dash as Max drives us to his house.

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We get to his house and he gets out running over to the passenger side. He opens the door and helps me out of the car. We walk up to his house and he leads me inside. I walk into his living room just looking around.

"Wow your living room is gorgeous."

"You should see the rest of the house."

He smirks and grabs my hand leading me to his bedroom. He opens his bedroom door and lets me walk in first. I walk in looking all around his room. I slowly take in how beautiful his room is. He wraps his arms around my waist and puts his head on my neck.

"Do you like it?"

I lay my head against his head smiling.

"Yes I do."

"Y/N I'm not gonna lie to you. Ever."

He starts kissing my neck squeezing his arms around my neck.

"As much as you have a big crush on me, I have one on you."

I gasp sarcastically looking over at him. He rolls his eyes smiling at me.

"I would have never guessed that."

"Oh shut the fuck up."

He pushes me forward with his body and bends me over his bed. I gasp and giggle at him.

"Is that all you got?"

He looks at me shocked and smacks my ass really hard. I moan into his bed feeling the stinging of the smack. He grabs my hair pulling me off the bed.

"Don't hide your face in the bed. I wanna hear you."

He growls letting go of my hair walking over to his dresser. I stay bent over the side of his bed watching him. He grabs something, puts it in his pocket and walks back over to me.

"Stand up and take that dress off."

I stand up doing as he says. I toss the dress to the side and take off my bra and thong. I go to take off my heels but Max grabs my hands.

"Nah leave those on."

I stand back up looking up at him. He smirks looking at me.

"Now bend over the bed again."

I bend over the bed and he kicks my legs apart leaving me open for him. He grabs my hands and I feel cold metal against my wrists as he puts handcuffs on me. I look back at him with puppy dog eyes. He starts rubbing my right ass cheek than smacks it really hard. I let out a little yelp biting onto the bed. He grabs my hair pulling me up a bit with his face right next to mine nipping at my ear. I start breathing heavy getting really turned on by this. He lets go of my hair and starts rubbing my ass again. His hand moves down and starts playing with my folds.

"Oh man. You are so wet for me you little slut."

I lightly moan hearing him call me names. He starts slowly rubbing my clit and toying with me. I move my hands a little and moan a little.

"Max."

He gives no warning and smacks my ass hard again. I yelp again trying to grab something with my hands not succeeding.

"There is no calling me Max during this. You know what to call me."

I bite my lip and moan a little bit.

"Yes Daddy."

He smacks my ass hard again making me moan really loud.

"Good girl."

He starts toying with my pussy again rubbing it really fast. I start moaning louder and louder feeling a knot come into my stomach. He sticks a finger inside me pumping it fast while still rubbing my clit with his other hand. I moan really loud lifting one of my legs biting the bed. He pushes my leg down and keeps going harder.

"Oh my.... Daddy... I'm so... I'm gonna cum...." I bite down on the bed feeling the knot in my stomach release moaning really loud as he keeps going to help me get through my high. He pulls away from me and smacks my ass taking the handcuffs off.

"Climb up on the bed on all fours."

I climb up doing as he says bending my back a little bit. I see him start taking his clothes off and I bite my lip at the sight of him. He climbs up behind me smacking my ass and pushes my back down forth really arching it. He runs his hand down my back and back to my ass. I feel like slap his dick against my folds a couple times than slowly ease the tip inside and take it back out. I start moaning a little and make a pouty face towards him needing him. He sees my face and smirks.

"I was trying to be nice and ease you into it but I guess you don't want easy."

Before I can say anything, he shoves his whole dick inside me making me yelp and moan gripping the bed sheets. He grabs my hips and starts drilling into me. I grip the bedsheets hard moaning really loud. He grips some of my hair and pulls me up to his chest his head next to mine biting my shoulder.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Tell me!"

"It's your pussy Daddy. All yours." He pushes me back down on the bed putting his hand on my face drilling me harder than before. I try to moan or make any noise but I can't with how hard he is pushing my face. I'm not complaining though because I like this kinda punishment. He keeps pushing my head drilling into me harder and harder. I can feel him getting closer as he grips my hair tighter really fucking me harder. I feel him let lose inside me painting my walls white with his cum. He lets go of my hair and smacks my ass lightly. I feel him get up and he goes into his bathroom. I get up, putting his shirt on and see his come back He comes back with a towel and throws it at me. I take it, clean myself up, put my panties on and look over to see his dick is still sorta hard. I move closer, grab it and starts licking it. He looks down at me.

"Whatcha doing Y/N?"

"Helping clean you up."

I put the whole thing in my mouth licking it with my tongue. I take it out and start licking all over it. He runs his fingers through my hair watching me. I sit up wiping my mouth looking at him with an innocent face. He smirks and puts a hand on my cheek.

"Y/N that was so hot."

He runs a finger over my bottom lip looking into my eyes. I smile a little looking at him.

"I have a question for you Y/N."

"Yes Max."

"Can we make this more than a one night stand?"

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Max?"

"Yes Y/N. Yes I am. Will you be my girlfriend?"

I smile, and jump into his arms hugging him. He holds my ass and I kiss him hard. He kisses me back squeezing my ass. I pull away looking at him.

"I will take that as a yes you will be my girlfriend."

I giggle and get out of his arms putting my hands on his sides.

"Yes Max. I will be your girlfriend."

"YES!"

I giggle and look up at him smiling. He kisses me than grabs my hand.

"Let's go get something to drink and I'll make some food."

We walk downstairs to the kitchen and Max goes to the fridge to find something to eat. I walk out to the living room and gasp seeing Tay and Sammy sitting on the couch. They both turn and look at me. Tay has a giant smile on her face and Sammy is shaking his head.

"What's goi....."

Max walks in seeing them and immediately turns around and goes back to the kitchen. Sammy gets up and follows him. Tay comes over to me and puts her hand on the side of my arm smiling.

"You forgot your phone at our house... But I told you."

I roll my eyes grabbing my phone out of her hand and laugh with her.

"Yeah yeah. You were right. He did really like that dress."

"Yeah I don't want that dress back now. But are you two finally together?"

"Yes we finally are."

We laugh together and go into the kitchen to see Max and Sammy doing a handshake with each other.

"Do you guys wanna just order pizza? I thought I had food but I dont."

Max scratches his head looking at everyone.

"Yes!"

We all say at the same time making Max grab his phone to order the pizza.

We are one little happy wrestling family.

[coleskingdom]

Overheard

Pairing Adam Page x f reader Adam Cole x f reader

Rating: M Explicit

Warning: oral f receiving, fngering, thigh riding, squirting,male masturbation, praise kink, daddy kink, threesome.

This was my first attempt at a fic it’s long and got away from me

It’d been a while since you had been at a taping for Dynamite, you had stopped traveling when your own career as a sports agent had taken off. Having helped negotiate the deals for the Elite and since they were signed now you felt comfortable traveling to be with your boyfriend Adam Page.

You were standing at the monitors and after so many years together you could feel him behind you before he even spoke a word. Hey Darlin he said in his southern drawl, you let out a deep breath his presence was like a breath of fresh air. You relaxed back into his chest never taking your eyes off the monitor where Adam Cole and MJF were battling each other in a promo war. Adam put his arms around you and let you stay there against him, perfectly content.You were captivated by Cole taking Max to task, he always was a God on the mic, especially when he slipped back into the ROH version of himself. You hadn’t realized it but you had been biting your lip watching him, but Adam had. The segment ended, and you turned around to find a puzzled look on Pages face. “ Adam, what’s wrong?” you asked genuinely confused by the look on his face. “Nothin Darlin, let’s get out of here. I have a surprise for you later, and right now I could use a drink.”

At the bar in the hotel you both settled in with your drinks, you felt the months of stress melt away. You hadn’t told Adam how hard it was the past year and a half had been, as hard as it was on him, it had been equally as difficult for you. Tonight however everything felt lighter, and you felt more playful as the bourbon coursed its way through your body. Never one for big public displays of affection, tonight you slid closer to him curling up in the booth beside him your hand on his thigh. Adam took a deep breath and took another long swallow of his drink and you watched his face as you moved your hand up his thigh. “Careful, sweetheart” he warned “I know your secret and I have your surprise and if you want to know what it is, you’re going to have to be a good girl” he whispered in your ear. His voice caused a shiver up your spine, and again you bit your lip, you forced yourself to focus back on your drink. Your mind wondered what secret did he know, you had nothing to hide. “You know you have a tell y/n ?” He said laughing “What do you mean?” you asked not knowing where this was headed. “When you’re turned on sweetheart, you bite your lip” You coughed choking on that last swallow of bourbon and motioning to the waiter for another. Adam just laughed pretty pleased he had gotten this reaction out of you. “ I don’t know what you’re talking about “ you said in a haughty tone. “No Sweetheart, none of that, we are not at work and you don’t have to be in control. I think it’s funny, after all of this time you think you can hide things from me.” He said slowly stroking your arm up and down. Your breath caught when he placed his lips on your neck in that spot that made you sigh. “ Do you really think that I don’t know every single thought in your head and that I don’t know every single inch of your body. That I don’t know that I can make your brain shutoff by doing this” He pulled you on to his jean covered thigh, his leg parting yours. “That I can’t make you lose your composure in public just by doing this” He moved your hips discreetly along his thick thigh. You moaned and buried your face into his neck. “That I didn’t see when you bit your lip watching Cole in the ring tonight” You looked at him in his cornflower blue eyes and started to explain. That involuntary response wasn’t on purpose and that you loved him and only him.

“I’m not mad, I’ve suspected for awhile that you’ve had a thing for him.I overheard you and your girlfriends months ago talking about us after that match in Dallas. Tonight just confirmed it.” He said with a slight edge to his voice. Your face flushed and he placed a finger to your lips to silence whatever words you were going to say. Instead kissing you thoroughly and deeply. “Let’s get out of here” you said needing more from him, needing to be closer to him to convey that your body was his and his alone. He lifted you off of his lap through money on the table and led you to the elevator to the room you shared.

In the quiet of the elevator, you turned to face him, searching his eyes trying to read him. He stood there smug in knowing he had truly knocked you off balance. As the floors clicked off one by one you wondered what his surprise was.

The elevator opened into the penthouse suite, this had not been the room you had checked into a few hours ago. Your confusion regarding the change in the room had not allowed you to focus on who else was in the room. “ Surprise Darlin” Page whispered from behind you forcing you to focus to see a relaxed Adam Cole sitting in the living room of this penthouse suite.

Looking at Page then at Cole you could feel your entire body blush and you could feel your panties dampen just by looking at the two

Adam’s. Literally two sides of your darkest desires coming into play at the same time.

“Darlin tonight is all about you, whatever you want,however you want. If you don’t want this he was never here.” Page explained in a soft reassuring voice “If you do want this then tonight is all about your pleasure and making your fantasy come true.”

Cole patted the spot on the couch beside him, “Y/N, I’ve watched you for months and have wondered what it would be like to touch you, taste you, make you say my name. So if you want this know that I want you” You walked over to the couch never losing the grip of Pages hand in yours.

“I want this” you said confidently at Cole, looking at Page “but I don’t want it at the expense of us.” Both Cole and Page just laughed, lost at what was so funny you looked at both of them for a clue. Cole said “she doesn’t know, does she?” “Know, what?” I asked indignantly looking at Page for an answer. “ Sweetheart, you know we were roommates in ROH together, and well on occasion we had been known to share an evening with a beautiful woman.”Realization hitting you that there was much you didn’t know about your Adam.

“ You’re okay with this?” you asked one more time , Page nodded as you as you sat next to Cole. Page took the seat beside you and took down your hair, knowing how much the sensation put you at ease running his fingers through the soft strands. Cole smiled and leaned in kissing you slow at first, searching for reassurance that you wanted this as much as he did. Once satisfied he moved to your neck sucking, biting just hard enough to feel but not enough to leave a mark. You moaned when his mouth left your neck as his hands had gone to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly letting his hands slide across your stomach slowly making his way towards your breasts. Learning ever inch in a painstakingly slow torture that set your body a blaze. You heard a chuckle from Page who had moved to the chair across from the couch. “She’s getting impatient, you better speed it up Cole”. Cole lifted the shirt over your head and finally off your body. Taking a moment to admire you in the dark sapphire blue bra and sighed in appreciation. He kissed your shoulders along your collarbone and down to the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you unhooked the bra offering your breasts to him, needing his mouth and hands on you. He weighed your heavy breasts in his hands deciding which to give attention to first. He dipped his head taking your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and blowing on your hardened peak. You moaned in pure pleasure at the attention he paid to your body, running your fingers through this hair and pulling him closer urging him on. His ice blue eyes darkening with lust as he continued his ministrations, now attending to your left breast in the same way. You caught Pages eyes as he watched you being attended to by the other man. He began to rub his hand up and down his thigh, and toying with his belt buckle as the bulge in his pants grew. You were surprised at how turned on he was getting just watching you being slowly tortured by Cole.

“She likes to ride thighs, I heard her talk to her best friend about what she wanted to do to your thigh” Your body betrayed you by moaning at Pages words as Cole situated you on his leg. Your eyes tried to hide your desire. “Seeetheart, what is it that you wanted to do with my thighs? Your wish is my command” Cole said “ I ummm,” you stumbled over words that were on the tip of your tongue. “Darlin Be a good girl and tell him, you don’t want to disappoint him do you?” Page said urging you on. “ I want to use your thigh, I want to make a mess on your thigh.” Cole groaned as he began to glide your hips “What else?” He growled never losing the rhythm he had set for you, you words faltering “I, oh uh, oh God, I want you to go down on me, your face between my legs, tasting and touching me making me drunk.”That earned a groan from both men simultaneously. Page reached down unbuckling his pants freeing his cock stroking it in time with the pace of your hips. Cole lifted you off of his thigh standing you up and he kneeled in front of you unbuttoning your pants , removing your heels, and sliding the fabric down your legs. You felt like your body was on fire , being stared at under the lust filled gazes of both men. Cole moved back to the couch and repositioned you and began to set the pace of you on his jeans clad thigh your back to Cole facing your Adam. “She’s soaked” Cole groaned as your hips began to stutter as he raised his thigh to provide more friction. You felt the pressure building, you knew you were close you whined needing more friction. Cole moved one hand from your hip to the front of your underwear applying pressure on your clit using the fabric as the last bit of friction you needed. You came hard, gushing slick fluid on his thigh, as you looked at Page, as he brought himself to climax. “ Fuck that was hot” Cole said as adjusted him self realizing he was hard as he had ever been.

“Bedroom now” Page said firm and decisive helping you to the bed. Page situated himself behind you, your back to his strong chest as he positioned you at the edge of the bed. Cole strode into the room looking like the cat who ate the canary. “Cole that was just a sign you did a satisfactory job, it’s not the first time that has happened so don’t seem so smug.” Page said coolly studying the man in front of him. “ I bet I can make her do it again” Cole said smugly “I bet I can make her come so hard that she can only scream my name as my tongue and fingers are buried in her." You moaned and shifted raising your hips ready for the challenge. Page laughed “Good thing it’s my name as well, if you can do it maybe we will let you play with us again.” Page began rubbing your breasts in a possessive causing you to moan when he lightly pinched your nipple. A little reminder to the other man he was simply a guest in this situation. He kissed your neck sucking and marking biting making sure there was no doubt you were his.

Cole stood in front of you lowering to his knees removing your panties and tossing them to the floor. The time for teasing was over, he was a man on a mission. He kissed up your thighs, his hands teasing and spreading them so he can settle between them. You began to squirm your hips searching needing relief . “You’re being such a good girl, darlin. Are you having a good time? His mouth on you and my hands on you at the same time. I however will be the only one who fills you tonight, who will feel your walls flutter around my cock. You’re mine.”Page said in the lowest tone of a whisper. “ Yes Daddy”you mewled low enough only he could hear knowing the pleasure those words brought him.

Cole did not take his time he dove in like a man dying of thirst, nipping and sucking your clit, tongue exploring deep in your void. A moan fell from your lips between the sensation from Cole between your legs and Page massaging your breasts and pinching your nipple to provide just the right amount of pain. You ran one hand through Cole’s hair while your other reached back to run your hands through Adam’s. Cole slid two fingers inside making a come hither motion causing your pussy to clinch around his fingers. Jesus he hissed she’s so close , he continued his motions his mouth never leaving your clit. The pressure building was more intense than anything you had felt before. Words started to fail you you were chasing your orgasm “Oh God, oh Adam, oh my god, don’t stop keeping going, please harder right there…. Oh god Adam I’m going to come.” He moved his fingers in a fast deliberate pace, the pressure building in you that you were trying to suppress not wanting this to end but needing it to you. Page stopped massaging your breasts placed his hands firmly on your hips to stop them from rising to meet Cole and whispered “that’s my good girl come for me” that was all it took for you to let go, pleasure ripping through your body in spasms that never felt like they were going to end, you cried out for Adam as the waves kept sweeping through you as Cole worked you through every last moment of your orgasm as he rutted his hips against the bed. Breathless and spent you looked into your Adam’s eyes who were ablaze with need and his hard cock poking you in the back.

Adam moved swiftly on top of you, “Darlin, I’m gonna need you to stay with me, we’re not done yet, be a good girl and trust me” You nodded your head and rolled it to the side where you could see Cole in the chair stroking his cock. Adam turned your face to look him in the eye as he carefully slipped inside you, allowing time for your sensitive pussy to adjust to him. He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and began a slow deliberate rhythm, that was meant to show you how much he loved you. You began to flutter around him,he raised one of your legs around his powerful hip to allow him to set a pace that was bring you both to climax. He could feel how close you were and he never broke eye contact and you felt him twitch inside you so you gripped and pulled him with you as you both came together instead of screaming in ecstasy you chanted his name like a little prayer that only he could here, he collapsed still inside you as you both basked in the afterglow of what happened. He gathered you in his arms, whispering the words only for your ears. Neither of you noticed that Cole had made himself disappear, you were both so blissed out and happy. You fell asleep that way as close to people could be, happy and in love.

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She

(Pt5/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)  

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.    

Warnings ; Yandere themes, sexual themes, Roman being an asshole as per usual, Maxwell being an asshole

A/N, I may or may not have put a self insert in here somewhere, hehe

With a disgruntled groan you stepped over to the door “Okay okay calm down I’m nearly there” you sigh to yourself, rubbing your eyes as you opened the door, you at the man who you opened the door too “Roman? what...how did you know where my room was?” you stare up at the taller male as his eyes roamed you (In my mind reader is between 5′5-5′10 btw) “Who’s shirt are you wearing?” he asks, you think you hear a possessive edge to his voice.

 “Answer my question first” you inquired, staring the man in your hotel doorway down “I have my ways Babygirl” he says, shouldering past you and into your room, he had to get through your kitchenette to make way to your bed, you rushed forward and stood in front of him.

“Roman you can’t just barge into my room!” you say, placing both hands on his chest to stop him from making his way to the bed, he grabs your wrists and pulls you closer, staring down into your eyes “Why’d you leave? you trying to escape your tribal chief? that’s not how it works baby” he shoved you into the kitchenette counter, his hands resting on the counter and effectively caging you in, staring down at you like a primal animal.

“I- Roman we were never dating! You cannot just barge in he.....” your sentence trails off into a gasp as his hands run up the shirt you were wearing “That’s about three questions you haven’t answered yet, so tell me who’s shirt this is before I fucking rip it off of your pretty little body” You squirmed and tried to struggle out of his hold, he grabbed the collar of the button up shirt and stared at you.

“I suggest you take your hands off her before I call security and have your sorry excuse of an ass escorted out” you sigh in relief, the commotion must have woken Darby up, Roman looks over and chuckles as he let’s go of you “Really? really Y/N? you have me, Roman Reigns, The Tribal Chief and he’s the one you run around with” at this point Darby had the hotel phone in his hand “I’m not going to warn you again” Roman puts his hands up in defense and steps out, but not before looking at you.

“This is not over between us, I promise you will be mine” Roman then walks off with a sinister threat, you run into Darby’s arms, leaning against his lean chest as he wrapped you up in his arms, shushing you “He won’t touch you pretty girl, I promise you that” you nodded and he leaned down to peck your lips “There’s my baby” you smiled at him and you both walked over to the bed.

“...Darby what are we?” you look at him, with pursed lips “I...I don’t just want to be fuck buddies” you confessed, he stared at you with light blue orbs then grabbed your hands “We can be whatever you want” you sighed “I...need to think about this...with everything going on”  he nodded “Take as long as you need Doll” you smiled and hug him “Thanks, but we’re definitely still friends, right?” you placed your pinky up for a promise “Always” he wrapped his little finger around yours and placed his arms around you, pulling you down to the bed and you laughed, snuggling into his neck.

The next day, AEW Rampage (I am more than likely to mix around the rosters for each brand so just clarifying that)

For some unknown reason, MJF had requested creative to set a match up with you (More like begged lmao) and him against Adam Cole and Britt Baker, you had no idea why but you had no choice but to oblige to the request, you’re in the guerilla, put in a Burberry bralette, you had to admit it was nice and comfortable, you, and Burberry nova pants, you hadn’t like the way they looked so you did a little tweaking with design and got them to sew you something up real quick, your Burberry pants were turned into assless Burberry chaps and you slid on some black underwear underneath, you thought it looked great. (I might draw this out and repost it lmao).

You walked out in Max’s arm, his annoying electro music (I’m so sorry I hate it) the crowd went wild and you grimaced, you really hoped the crowd influence wouldn’t make you guys tag team again, Max stepped into the ring and stepped on the rope to bring it down for you, you smiled at him but ended up springboarding over, the look on Max’s face was priceless.

The arena quieted down as Britt and Adam walked out, tonight was going to be fun.

You and Max had emerge victorious, despite Britt and Adam quite literally choking you and Max with the Burberry scarfs he insisted you brought to the ring for your entrance, you slumped against Max as he screamed profanity's and such at Adam and Britt alike, you laughed as you guys got out of view of the audience, coming back to see Hook sitting on a production box, wrapping up his hands and Dan Hausen next to him, you smiled as Dan jumped around him speaking of all kinds of curses he would put on Hook’s opponents for him

“So babe, you like what you saw in the ring?” Max who is besides you inquires and you roll your eyes “First don’t call me babe, second, no, no I didn’t, especially when you got us choked out with these horrendous scarfs” you remarked at him and he groaned “wow, okay, bitch” “whore” you fired back at him quicker then a bullet “You look horrible in Burberry anyway” you irked at him and tore the chaps off, throwing them at him “take these then!” and ripped your bralette off, thankful you had decided to put an actual bra underneath, you tossed that to him as well “Shove it up your ass Maxwell!” he muttered something before walking off, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, Dan Hausen was holding his cloak out to you “Dan Hausen thinks you might get cold if you do not wear this” 

You feel yourself calm down and grab it off of him with a smile across your face, slinging it over your shoulders “Thank you Dan Hausen” you place a kiss on his cheek and he smiles, nodding at you, you look at Hook and he acknowledges you with a nod, you feel your cheeks go red “I’ll return this to you as soon as I can, okay Dan?” he nods and you smile, walking down towards your locker room, a smile across your face.

You sit down on the steel chair you have set up and check your twitter, checking for notifications, you see you’re tagged in something and click it.

You laugh, Your aunt was really something sometimes, she was way younger then your dad was, only in her 20s, her parents didn’t think they could conceive another kid and out came your aunty.

she wrestled in some indie route, she seemed to enjoy it so everyone was glad for her, even you, you got a notification and checked it out

you shook your head with a smile on your face and sighed, placing your phone down as a knock resounded on your door, you opened it to Jamie, you smiled at her “Hey, come in” she smiled and walked in “After the show we were going to go to our hotels and play some party games, want to come?” “I promised my aunty I’d hang with her”  “Psh! just bring her with you” you shrug but then nod “If you say so”

“She said she’d come” Jamie grins “This’ll be so cool, can’t wait to meet your aunty!”

You fixed your mascara in the mirror as Torah was busy lacing up her heels, for this hang out you just decided to go in a black and white sleeved mini dress a pair of sandals for comfort, your aunty dressed up in a simple black puff sleeve mini dress, you smiled as you helped her place her chain earrings in her ears and the two of you made your way up the elevator, you got to Jamie’s door and knocked, she opened it “Y/N!” she smiled and pulled you into a hug before looking past you and her jaw dropped, then she smiled widely “no way! you never told me your aunty was Raze!” “You talking about her wrestling name?” she nodded and Torah smiled “I’m such a huge fan” she shook her hand and laughed “Thanks” Jamie led you and Torah in.

Everyone stopped their games and looking over to you two “This is Y/N we all know her, and her aunty” “Holy shit, that’s Raze” you arched your brow as a man with golden curls walked over, you recognized him as Adam Page and he walked over, grabbing your aunties hand and laying a chaste kiss to it, your aunty smiled and drew her hand back, smiling at him, they began conversing as you walked off, you needed a drink, you opened the mini fridge and pulled out a cruiser, standing up you jumped in fright as Orange Cassidy was directly behind you, you sigh in relief “Hi!” you say and he stares at you then just nods as you move past him, you sat on a chair in the corner of the room, someone sat on the arm of the chair and you look up to see Jamie “We’re going to play spin the bottle if you want to join” you perk up and nod, joining the circle of people on the floor.

A/N another cliff hanger! but at least you got a cool aunty out of this, also sorry for the non-update yesterday, I’ve been swamped with school work

[pg-punk]

MJFXMale!Reader

Being apart of the Pinicle

*NOT PROOF READ*

*VERY SHORT (SORRY)*

-Max approached you about being in the Pinicle long before you started dating.

-Alough you had noithing against Chris Jericho you and Sammy have had a long lasting rivalry since day one and you would do anything to piss him off.

-Over time though you and Max had formed a intresting realshonship.

-There was no doubt you where his favourite in the Pinicle and you where treated with the most respect and kindness there witch wad a shock to everyone.

-Even though you where both heals the fans still loved to ship you two but you (thought you) knew he wasnt into you.

-Your very open about your sexualty and very proud you call yourself _______

But Max has never brought it up, so you assumed he was straight.

-Bur after the stadium stamped match, Sammy had pinned you and alough Max was bleeding from the outher side of the arena. He was buy your side as you sat in the corner of the ring.

-You had let the Pinicle down but Max held you in a hug promosing to get them back.

-when he realised you from the hug there was a awqaud few moments where your faces where millimeters apart but you carried it off.

-Backstage though Max (FINALLY!) confessed. He said that it was confusing at first because he has only dated girls but he knows now that he loves you and noithing like a silly think called gender is going to stop that

-Now and then yous two would be a tag team and even help the championships for 142 days.

-Safe to say that yous two are the most dominating couple in AEW and you love every second of it, but we all know Shawn Spears had a fan account for yous two

[andiamthedevilhimself]

Taking requests for MJF x Male Reader bc it's crimal how little fics there are :))

[daddyhausen]

idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i’d love a mjf x fem reader smut fic!

of course ! i miss max so much !!

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{ summary } —kind of enemies to lovers. max was never one to show his emotions, yet alone allow himself to be vulnerable, especially around you, the one he cares for the most

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{ warnings } — 18+ { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, public sex, oral sex { male receiving }, throatpie, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ genre } — enemies to lovers, smut

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he stood from afar, simply watching with a brooding stare, a scowl permanently etched on his lips whenever he was even in the same vicinity as you. a stare of malice, jealousy even, it had been the same since your arrival in aew, for the past three months, not so much as a word spoken in your direction, no eye contact, a simple shove with his shoulder to drive you out of his way whenever in passing with each other. but that’s who max was, a cold-hearted bastard, it did not seem to phase you. 

to be truthful, max was indeed jealous of the attention you were receiving, you were the same age, mirrored in accomplishments within the business, worked around the world in various promotions and match types, all like him, but why? why was it you gaining all the praise, all the adoration, and not him? 

in the last month or so, his hatred only seemed to spiral, although he was unsure as to why. when he saw another male colleague interact with you, it only seemed to make his blood boil, but… it shouldn’t…he should not feel this way, let alone even care that he did…he hated you, or at least that's what he tried to convince himself. 

max paced down the hallway, back to his locker room after a particularly gruelling match against his former hired muscle, wardlow. he was in pain, from the copious amount of powerbombs, muscles sore and bones feeling like they were about to snap, even more so furious that he lost the entire match. he turned a particularly sharp corner, too enraged to even notice yourself and chuck taylor engaged in conversation in the middle of the corridor. he did not care, making a beeline past you and chuck, shoving you in particular with his shoulder, much harder than he would usually, as he broke up your conversation, an act which made the kentucky gentleman seethe with frustration.

“the fuck’s his problem?” chuck scowled, mentioning to max who slammed his locker room door shut, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of the arena. 

“you good?” he quickly peered back at you, noticing you were now leaning against the wall, fists balled with anger at your sides, although he was more worried about your shoulder considering the force max slammed into you with. 

“i’m fine” you muttered, straightening out your shoulder “i don’t know what it is but frankly it’s starting to piss me off”

chuck huffed, one out of disappointment on max’s behalf, mimicking the way you leaned against the wall on your shoulder, arms folded across his chest. frankly, max had been a proverbial thorn in everyone’s side since the day he showed his face in the company. 

“you want me to beat his ass?” he quipped, the sudden statement caused a small chuckle to emit from your lips. 

“i’ll handle it” you remarked making your way towards max’s locker room 

“let me know if you change your mind” you gave a small salute in thanks in response before practically kicking max’s door in. you saw him all by his lonesome, back facing the door, slouched in the folding chair that was positioned in the middle of his locker room, not even acknowledging your presence or the fact that you almost ripped the door off its hinges upon entry. 

‘what the fuck is your problem?!” you bellowed, the sound virtually echoing around the small space, causing the walls to rattle. max turned to you, still in his ring gear, beads of sweat gathering in his hairline, glossing his skin. he was more stoic than you expected, he eyed you up and down for a moment, eyes scanning your figure, how pissed off you were at this very moment, months of rage built up within you all releasing on his sorry soul.

“what are you on about y/n-”

“don’t play dumb with me, max!” you interrupted, your tone rather harsh, words masked by venom “ever since i arrived here, you’ve been nothing but an asshole to me! why do you hate me?!-”

“i hate everyone!” max stood up, swiping at the chair that he had been previously sitting on, sending it halfway across the room, crashing into the wall with a sickening ring of metal against brick. it took you by surprise, the sudden rage that spilled from him, it almost made you press your back into the wall out of fear, but you held your ground, a furrow in your brow and a scowl across your lips. he took a second, peering down at the ground in an attempt to calm himself and catch his breath. “but …i don’t hate you” 

“your action’s speak otherwise-”

“well i don’t alright!” he cut you off once more, inhaling deeply, fingers tugging at his hair, dragging his palms down his face in frustration. “you don’t understand how frustrating it is to be madly in love with someone and not know how to express it! you think i like being mean to you?! it’s eating me up inside because i don’t know any better! so no, i don’t hate you…i hate the way you make me feel”

you stood there stunned for a moment, simply blinking in disbelief, the maxwell jacob friedman, the man who has been silently tormenting you for months, had just poured his heart out to you. you’d never seen such vulnerability from him, on the outside he was nothing but an overconfident prick, but behind those eyes, hidden deep beneath those dark mahogany irises, he just wanted praise, wanted to be loved and adored.

max was an intriguing figure, you must admit, he was handsome, confident, sometimes too much for his own good. dare you say you might be attracted to him more than you’d like to admit, especially after that sudden confession he just poured out. 

“you…you love me?” it was all you could muster through the film of disbelief still fogging your brain, as stupid as it sounded. butterflies seemed to erupt in your stomach, shivers burning under your skin. max stood there dumbfounded at your response, blinking absentmindedly for a few seconds like you had done moments prior.

“what , do you want me to spell it out for you?” max quipped, although with a bit of a sulk to his words. god would it kill him to not be an asshole for five minutes?! 

“you really have a way with words, don’t you?” max simply rolled his eyes at your comment, retrieving the chair that he had previously thrown across the room, resuming his seat, facing away from you. 

“now you can go back to hating me, or whatever…” he slumped back into the seat, sounding far more repressed than you’d ever heard him. for once, max was quiet, reclused, it was so unlike his normal brash, abrasive persona you’ve come to love to hate. you pursed your lips, a soft exhale escaping your nostrils, quietly and carefully making your way toward him, taking a seat on his lap, arms wrapping around his neck lightly, his eyebrows furrowed with genuine confusion at your sudden action.

“yes, you may be an self-absorbed, egotistical, asshole-” 

“tell me something i don’t know” he scoffed at your comment, inadvertently cutting you off. you shot him an unimpressed look, one of which made him quiet down really quick.

“and despite you being a massive pain in my ass, more than i’d willingly admit…i still don’t hate you, max. i never hated you. funny enough, it might be the reason i felt so drawn to you” 

max’s arms snaked around your waist, a protective grip tightened, pulling you close into the warmth of his bare chest, his breathing had subsided, just basking in the comfortable silence that slowly settled over the room.

“so what you’re saying is that you love me too?” mahogany browns peered up at you playfully, a gentle smile creeping across his lips. 

“of course i am, you idiot!” you playfully slapped his chest in response

“i don’t know, doll. looks like you’re gonna have to prove it to me”

“doll? you’re bringing out the pet names already?”

“just shut up and kiss me”

the kiss was very much obliged. you hands cupped his cheeks softly an act which he seemingly melted into, the subtle scratch of his facial hair against the soft palms of your hands, the way he moaned sweetly into the kiss, it seemingly only enhanced his grip on you, pulling you closer onto his lap, palms anchoring your hips to his, slowly rocking them back and forth against his evidently growing bulge. his finger tracing shapes though your shirt, teasing, toying as they snaked under the fabric, feather light touches against your soft skin. 

you clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders. the sensation rousing in your belly wasn’t foreign in the slightest. to be truthful, this specific feeling never seemed to quell around max, it merely heightened no matter how much you tried to suppress it, bury it deep into the furthest recesses of your mind, evidently it would always expel within the confines of your hotel room hours later. with max, it felt right, despite your limited interaction, he’d barely laid a finger on you besides the tight grip on your waist yet it left you soaking wet. 

“doll, please…”  he muttered against your lips after a particularly rough swirl of your hips. he pulled away for a moment to breath, a small moan erupting from his lips at the lack of contact. he was not one to hesitate, initiating the first move, he pried you from his lap, fingers instantly toying with the buckle of your belt, removing it with haste, swiftly moving to your jeans, tugging them down halfway then residing back in his seat, palming his growing cock through his gear, all the while you removed the remainder of your clothing. 

he gazed upon your naked frame, taking his time to observe every curve and crevice of your perfect form. from the way your hips dipped inward slightly, the curve of your waist, leading up to your breasts, so full and round, so perfect. he kept his gaze fixated there for a moment, wetting his lips in anticipation, it was no secret that he was staring, mouth hung agape, jaw practically on the floor.

“are you just gonna keep staring or are you gonna fuck me?” your response caught max off guard temporarily, blinking in disbelief for a moment, a thick gulp rising in his throat. never in a million years did he think you’d have such a confident, flirtatious tongue on you. then again, he did not know what to expect from you, first you burst into his room with the right mind to murder him, the next you’re about to ride his cock. once subtly regaining his composure, he reached into his wrestling trunks, freeing his thick cock, merely mentioning for you to sit. 

“that depends…” he spoke up, hand firmly wrapped around his erect shaft, slowly beginning to pump himself in waiting “are you gonna be a good little slut for me?”

there he was, the asshole decided to front again. you simply rolled your eyes at his statement, instantly dropping to your knees between his thighs, peering up at him through a lens of faux innocence, batting your eyelashes, looking all angling despite the scenario. you took his size in your palm, licking a hot stripe against the underside of his shaft, an act which made him shiver in his seat, nails digging into his exposed thighs, a choked exhale leaving his lips as you lightly sucked at his tip. 

your cheeks hollowed, slowly lowering your lips down his shaft, watching his every movement, every gasp, every grunt, each time he’d throw his head back or mutter some obscenity out of pleasure. you kept up this façade of innocence as your lips settled at the base of his cock, his length sitting comfortably in the back of your throat. now would be the perfect time to thank god for not having a gag reflex. slowly, you began to bob your head, keeping your rhythm smooth to aid in his pleasure. though your eyesight obscured of him, the sounds leaving his lips were enough to let you know exactly how much he enjoyed the scenario.

“fuck…” he grunted through clench teeth, his jaw starting to spasm from how tight it was clenched. he kept his hands firmly on his thighs, still debating whether or not to touch you. you just looked too stunning beneath him, mouth full of his cock, he surely did not want his hands to obscure the sight. however, you pried your hands up from your sides, grabbing his left wrist, placing it behind your head, almost clasping the back of your neck, a silent plea for him to apply some pressure, to push your head down so that you would choke on his size. 

he obliged, adding some force, loving the new sound of you choking and sputtering around him, spit bubbling around the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto his thighs. it was now when his his started to buck, groans ripping through his throat, so much so that he almost forgot that he was still in his locker room, effectively lowering his tone slightly. he could not hold on for much longer, he never knew a mouth could feel so heavenly, like he had ascended and was no longer on this place of living. he took hold of the back of your skull, hips thrusting up to meet the movements of your mouth, using your throat as his own personal fleshlight. 

he kept his noise to a minimum, simply enjoying the sounds that spilled from your throat, echoing and reverberating around the locker room. he wasn’t subtle in his words either, praising you with everything he had, how well your mouth felt, how deep you take his cock, it was just enough to send him over the edge, filling your cheeks, coating them in white.

he motioned you upward with a simple wave of his finger, beckoning you to stand. you did so, licking clean some of his seed that spilled onto your plump lips. your palms braced against his shoulders, in a sudden movement, he grabbed hold of your hips, tightly squeezing the supple flesh between his fingers, dragging you onto his lap. he was silent, not purposefully, still recovering from that wonderful orgasm he received moments prior and because he knew he would not be able to control himself once he entered your sweet cunt.

you lowered your hips down, pretty cunt stretching around his cock, an act which made him audibly exhale before you silenced him with a heated kiss. those arms once wrapped around your waist now resumed their position, squeezing you tightly against his chest, using the momentum of his hips to fuck you senseless, so much so your had to bury your face into the crook of his neck, muffled moans spilling out onto his skin. 

“be loud, doll. i want everyone to know how good i fuck you” he growled in-between jagged breaths, moans soft and sporadic against the skin of your collarbones. you were hesitant with your volume, after all you weren’t even a hundred percent sure that poor chuck was still not awaiting your return, you hoped he left to go find one of the other best friends. with a particularly rough thrust from max, you could not help but let a cacophony of moans spill from your lips, the breaths in between filled with a string of profanities

“fuck max-” you whined through choked moans, clinging to him, crying out in pleasure. he held a death grip on your waist, thrusts vicious, almost animalistic each time he pulled you down onto his cock. his grunts were low in your, intentionally to draw more attention to your pleasured screams, they resonated within the locker room, ringing in his ears like a choir of corrupted angels, he was determined to corrupt you further. 

still with quiet groans in comparison, he gave a final thrust, hips bucking upward with such delicious force as his warmth seeped deep inside your soaked cunt, his thighs shaking from such intense pleasure coursing through him. he relaxed for a moment, letting the remainder of his seed fill your void as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock, riding him like a bitch in heat, tits bouncing inches from his face. his cum seeping from your sweet pussy, down his shaft, all the while you rode him until release. 

the final moments before your release was pure bliss, your hips circling violently, feeling his cock slip in and out of you with ease, his name so lovingly spliced through a chorus of moans, orgasm rising in your belly, the outline of his thick cock in your skin, it was all far too much for you to handle any longer. with a final twitch of your hips, slamming down, burying his cock deep inside you, juices gushing down your thighs in sweet, heavenly release. your body shaking with such profound arousal, warm and content in your position on his lap. he let out a blissful sigh, completely enamoured with the situation, keeping you still, relaxing into the feeling. 

“still hate me now?” you giggled breathlessly.

“oh, fuck you!”

“you just did!”

.•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•.

[issdisgrace]

MJF WITH A SINGLE DAD

WARNINGS: None

Max doesn’t care that you're a single dad. Why would he?

Just because your a dad doesn’t change how he feels about you. And it doesn’t change who you are. You are still you. And you having a kid doesn’t change any of those things.

But he will ask a couple of questions. Like what’s their name? How old are they? Is there mother in the picture?

You tell him what your son's name is, and that he is 10 going on 11. But it’s that last question that flips everything thing on its head. That’s when you tell Max that you are trans, so you are technically the mother. And that no the other father isn’t in the picture. Due to you getting pregnant when you where 16 and them wanting nothing to do with the kid.

Max is honestly very confused. Like he had no clue you were trans. But there wasn’t really anyway for him to know either way because you have been on testosterone for a long time, you've had all the surgeries, and your name had been legally changed for years.

But despite all these revelations, Max is still absolutely and utterly in love with you. These things don’t change that and he makes that clear.

However, he is worried that your son wouldn't like him or the fact that he is seeing you. You reassure him that your son has no problem with the fact that you guys are seeing each other and that your sure he will like him.

Your words put him at easy a little but doesn't squash all the what ifs that are running through his head. Then eventually you ask him if he wants to meet your son. And despite all his anxiety surronding meeting your son, he says yes that he does want to meet him.

You guys discuss a place and time. Letting Max choose where and when the meeting will take place, sensing his anxiety wanting things to happen in his own ballpark.

Max decides on a little family owned resturant that serves some of the best food in New York. He also decides that he wants to meet up around 1 pm for lunch next Saturday.

Leading up to the meeting, Max is extremely anxious. His worries that your son won't like him consumes him and he almost calls it off multiple time.

But the day comes and then the time. And he meets your son and they click. They get along great and all the worries fade from Max's mind.

It also helps that your son is a carbon copy of you. In looks, personalitly, and intrests.

Meaning he also has things in common with your son so that defintly helps the situation.

Things go fantastic so after lunch you guys go to the mall just to walk around. Your son wants to go into the Lego store. So you guys go in and it ends with Max dropping a couple hundred on different lego sets.

Max doesn’t really care about the amount he spent as he thinks it was worth it as it warmed his heart seeing how excited your son got over the lego sets. Max is also definitely coming over to help your son put the sets together. It’s also a good way to bond with him so that is a plus.

Anyway when the night comes to an end and Max goes home for the night he is thinking about how he wants to marry you and adopt your son and become his second dad.

So it is safe to say that Max will be around for a long time to come.

[deepdisireslonging]

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)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Enjoy The Silence

Word Count: 910 words

Pairings: MJF x Reader

Warnings: +18, abduction play (everything is consensual), degradation, fingering.

UNEDITED (this literally created itself after I saw this gif by @backfliptopancake . Also I’m in my MJF feels, ok. Don’t judge me!)

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The red lighting made the small room appear dangerous but alluring. A sinister aura of fear and excitement could be felt the minute you had found yourself in the middle of the strange room. Three pieces of furniture adorned the space: an old iron bed with a dusty mattress covered only by a white sheet, a black armchair with some tearing on the leather causing some of the foam to peek through the rips and a large dark wooden dinner table, big enough to host at least six people. A large mirror covered the main wall, reflecting every furniture inside the small space.

Apart from these four items, the room was practically empty. A constant feeling of being watched made you feel on edge, someone’s gaze lingered on your body, their eyes scanned your curves, feasting on them before coming closer to claim them as their property.

With a shaky voice you called once “Hello?”. Your heart pounded against your chest, unknowing whether to feel relieved or worried when only silence answered you back. A small movement at the corner of the wall instantly drew your attention. A tall, black figure was leaning against the concrete, making a loud scream escape your lips.

“Help! Help! Someone please!” Your feet had a mind of their own, making the decision to step away from the threatening figure that now approached you. You walked backwards until the back of your knees bumped against the old mattress.

The shadowy figure stepped beneath the main red light and you could now see its face. Judging by the size, it was a male. He was dressed from head to toe in black, every piece of clothing hugged his bulk body and displayed his muscles perfectly. A gray mask covered his face, the small black pointy horns looked like deathly thorns underneath the new lighting, the black lines distributed along the gray shades resembled vines or tree branches, the white highlights seemed to glow like a headlight on a dark roadway. The black eyes worked like a call of the void, urging you to jump off a cliff and the inexpressive lips were the dark version of a Monalisa smile that sent shivers down your spine.

The man placed his index finger on top of his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, which instantly made you stop screaming. His gloved hands pushed your shoulders, making you lose balance and falling back on the mattress.

“What do you want? Who are you? Why am I here?”

The man tilted his head to the side and once more placed his forefinger on top of his lips. He knelt down on the bed and his hands closed around the back of your knees to pull you towards his body. You glided on top of the foam until your skirt lifted up to rest on your hips and your ass cheeks bumped against the meeting point of his thighs and knees.

The leather gloves caressed the exposed skin of your thighs and he traced the outline of your white lace panties until his fingers closed around the fabric and tore them apart. A loud surprised yelp left your lips, your skin stung from the friction of the lace being ripped off. The man’s middle and ring finger dipped inside your mouth, forcing the leather clad fingers down your throat until you gagged. The taste of the expensive leather attached to your taste buds as he pulled his fingers away from your mouth to spread the wetness between your folds.

His bulky body covered yours, his free hand covered your lips and his masked face hovered above you.

“Looks like daddy’s little girl is not so special anymore” He chuckled. “Who would’ve thought that daddy was so disappointed to know how much of a slut his baby daughter is that he begged me to put her back in line and make her a good girl again”. His fingers stopped at your clit, tracing lazy but firm circles around the hidden bundle of nerves, making a soft, muffled moan escape your lips.

“Oh, there she is! The cheap, dirty slut. It only takes some clit rubbing to make her come out, how pathetic” His laugh was amused and deep as his free hand uncovered your mouth so he could pull the mask off.

The minute your eyes met Max’s gaze, he slid his two fingers in your void. Your mouth hung open as his fingers crooked to find that perfect spot inside you. “That’s right, my little whore. Open that mouth wide for me” Max grinned before letting a glob of his spit fall inside your mouth. “Look how fucking dirty she is! Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy fucking the slut out of you” He snarled.

“No, sir. Please” Your moan was borderline pornographic when Max’s thumb pressed down on your clit.

His hand closed around your neck and he forcefully turned your head to the side so you could see your reflection in the mirror “Look at her! Can you see her? Can you see the dirty little whore taking over you?” Max turned his head to the side and locked your gaze together in the mirror “I hope you're ready to say goodbye to her tonight. Because after I’m done with you, after I’ve made a good use out of you, you won’t even remember she existed!” Max grinned “No, you’ll only remember how to be a good, dumb little girl for daddy”.

[thesupreme316]

i have another request it goes to my other one about you getting injured how about aew boys reaction to you returning after getting injured 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AEW Stars React to: You Returning From Injury (Part 2/Standalone)

Pairings: Hook x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, MJF x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader

Word Count: 957

Supreme Speaks: heyyy, this was supposed to be out sooner but my internet cut out and my shit erased (not my bad but my bad). thank you @cassiesworldsworld for requesting a part two and for supporting me. I shall upload tomorrow as well. I hope everyone is having a great day and please know that you are appreciated and loved.

Warnings: not proofread (just grammarly), reader pronouns are not specified (gender-neutral)

Taglist: @cassiesworldsworld @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Link to Part 1

Your return:

After being out for 1 1/2 months, you were finally given the green light to return to the ring

Even though it was less than 2 months, it felt like two years of being away from the ring

Arriving at the arena, you decide to surprise everyone; so you went straight to a private locker and changed into your gear

For your return, you either run out and help a talent going against the Outcasts or a heel tag team (think of Willow helping Skye Blue or Rodrick Strong helping Adam Cole)

Or you answer an open challenge from a person (male or female) and win the match to the crowd cheering and chanting your name (or make up your own, it’s your world)

When you get backstage, you were met with a smile from your boyfriend and or best friend

Dante Martin:

AGAIN THIS MAN IS A BABY

He’s feelin a bit bittersweet

It was nice to have someone with him while he was on the shelf; he didn’t feel lonely

But now he feels like gonna be back to square 1

Until you ran up and gave him a big hug (still being mindful of his leg)

You let him know that he never getting rid of you and you’ll always be his person

He smiles and says “Well 1 1/2 person is better than just 1” (get it? Cause he’s still injured so he’s the 1/2 per-)

Posts you on Instagram saying how proud he is of you

Hook:

Mans smiling from ear to ear backstage

Gladly picks you up while hugging you

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it”

Still keeps asking you how you feel about your shoulder

Mans wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but everyone could see how happy he is

I think depending on how your return goes, he would go out and establish an on-screen “friendship”

Would definitely celebrate with you afterward

Like Dante, he would definitely post a picture of you in his signature black-and-white scheme

MJF:

Posts a tweet confirming your return even though you didn’t tell him (he bribed the doctor to tell him the news)

Cuts a promo and references you

“My best friend/significant other is back, better than ever, better than you, and you know it.”

Will take all the credit for you getting better (to which you throw a shoe at him)

After congratulating you for making your return, he goes right back to roasting you on Twitter and on commentary

Is just pleased that you’re in a healthy position

Is very happy that you’re back and will try to figure out how to get you two in a storyline

If you say no, he will start some drama (will take back the scarf he made)

Eddie Kingston:

Is EXCITED to see you back; again runs around with his head cut off

Makes a small tweet about you

“Hey @Y/N, nice to see you back…now pay me for taking care of your fragile ass dawg.”

Will still be careful when imitating physical contact (hugs and etc.)

Continues to do almost everything for you out of habit

But he'll say it's because you're still depend it on him (to which you hit up side his head)

Like MJF, he will reference you in a promo (but will actually praise you for your durability and fearlessness)

Playfully will hold this over your head and says that you owe him if he gets injured

Ricky Starks:

You couldn’t keep the secret and told him that you were returning the minute you found out

Somehow, he managed to pull strings to get you involved with his storyline

He says it’s because he really just wanna work with you

But you know it’s because he wants to keep an eye on you (and to get even closer to you)

“It’s because you’re a child and I need to look after you.”

Still has a lot of your stuff on standby just in case something happens (always check on you to make sure that you’re comfortable)

Hangs your bedazzled cast/brace up in your living room

Daniel Garcia:

Daniel had a match after your return match/segment

MANS WAS DANCING IN THE RING TO CELEBRATE

And dancing at the club (just look at Isiah’s last vlog)

Will drag you on what he calls a “comeback tour”; and if you thought he was acting up when you were injured, wait until now

“Dude, it’s only 2 AM…why are you trying to go to sleep?” “-_-“

Is happy that you’re relationship/friendship was strengthened

Now that you are on the road, you were made his permanent road buddy (especially with Isiah being out of action)

“Zay, don’t blame me…blame Y/N, they insisted that I replace you because they have no friends”

Kenny Omega:

(side note; i need another kenny gif cause this one is causing me to gain more feelings for this man)

THIS MAN WOULD BE HAPPIEST TO SAY THE LEAST

When you first appeared and the crowd roared, a smile grew on his face

Was training with you up til you returned (you had to tell him cause essentially he is your boss)

Hugged you tightly and frequently checked up on your shoulder throughout the convo

He’s still scared that you’re not 100 percent

You: Kenny, you don’t need to keep checking on me

Kenny: Yeah, but- I think I see your bone poking through…Are you a zombie?

Will perform your signature move as a nod to your relationship

Does it all with a smile

[hikarus-shida]

MJF: "Take It" 18+

MJF x fem! reader

genre: smut/nsfw 18+, kinda fluff at end (meh)

warning: smut, 18+, angry sex, some edging and oral (male oral), foul language - also not proofread

summary: mjf is very angry after being humiliated by chris jericho. instead finding chris and beating him, he decides to take his anger out on his s/o sexually.

requested by: anonymous (I hope you enjoy!)

Masterlist

This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

Tag List: @cutierocker202

I think I got too carried away with this, oh well! I hope you all enjoy. I still have so many more smut requests to do - really got my work cut out for me lol!

You watched on the monitor as Chris and your boyfriend, Maxwell, spoke in the ring. They were going over Maxwell’s stipulations and what he wanted if he was going to face Chris. Everything was going well until Chris had gotten a cheap shot in on Maxwell. You gasped as Maxwell fell backwards, the smirk on Jericho making you fume up.

You knew Maxwell was going to be pissed and humiliated the moment he came backstage, so you made sure you were nearby to help him calm down. When Maxwell came backstage, he was red in the face and spewing profanities at everyone around him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy how angry he was and how much it turned you on, but you couldn’t think about him sexually right now, not when he was about to kill someone.

“Max, baby, you need to breathe. Jericho is an old piece of shit that’s nearing his death bed. You’ll have your chance to get back at him soon.” You tried your best to relax him with your words, but he wasn’t having it. Maxwell rolled his eyes at what you said, shaking his head as he laughed.

“My god Y/N, you’d be a terrible therapist. Don’t ever think of changing professions, you’re good at and good for nothing else. You know what you’re good for? Good for bending over, so don’t think you can tell me how to feel about what just happened to me. In fact,” Maxwell stopped speaking as he grabbed your arm and dragged you to The Pinnacle locker room, not caring who saw him. “How about you make me feel better the only way you know how that you won’t fuck up?”

This was a new side of Maxwell you were seeing. Sure, you two have had makeup sex, rough sex, slow love-making sex, but sex with an angry Max? You had a feeling that this would still hurt you in the morning.

Maxwell shut the door and locked it behind the two of you, walking over the couch and sitting down. His legs spread open as he looked over at you with intent, eyes full of fire. “Well, whore? Do you really want to keep me, of all people, waiting?”

You scrambled over to where he sat, getting on your knees in the open space between his legs. Unbuckling his belt, you inched up and tried your best to not eagerly pull down his pants. You licked your lips as his member sprang up, almost as if it was happy to see you. Maxwell grabbed his cock with his right hand, jerking it slightly before smacking each side of your cheeks with it.

“Suck me off.” He commanded, laying back onto the couch with one arm on the arm rest and the other laying on the top side of the couch. You took just the tip into your mouth at first, Maxwell was big and he took pride in his length. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to put all of him in your mouth, but if you didn’t try he wasn’t going to let you hear the end of it.

Your tongue swirled over his tip as your head bobbed down to the middle of his shaft. You continued your head bobbing motions, your lips wrapping tightly around his length. Your mouth began to make suction noises and as the amount of spit on his member grew, you grabbed the remaining left that couldn’t fit in your mouth and began to jerk it as you gave him head.

Maxwell smacked your hand away though and gripped your hair, making you pull forward and take more of him in you, “Don’t think for a second that you’re gonna get away with not putting me in your mouth entirely. Be a good whore and take it, take it all.”

You had to prepare yourself mentally before doing so, but Maxwell didn’t give you any time. He was running out of patience and decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing the sides of your head with both hands and pushing it down. Your gag reflex had activated as his cock was practically down your throat at this point. Maxwell groaned profanities and buckled his hips as he thrusted into your mouth, a smirk that refused to leave on his lips.

Maxwell removed his length from your mouth, not before tapping it on your tongue. The trail of spit from your mouth all the way to the end of his shaft was a sight to see, one of the best, and it only made him harder. Maxwell grabbed your chin, taking it in between his thumb and index finger as he looked into your eyes. “Take those fucking pants off. I wanna fuck you all night until I’m no longer angry.”

You got up immediately and obeyed, your underwear was soaked and you couldn’t wait for Maxwell to touch you where you desperately needed it. He pulled you on top of him and a moaning gasp came out of you as your folds came in contact with his tip. Maxwell slid his tip through your folds over and over again, looking at you as he teased you.

He slid into your pussy, being courteous enough to give you time to adjust but not for long as he wrapped both arms around your lower back and pulled you towards him as he began to drill you from below. His thrusts were fast and hard, calculated almost, as your skin clapped together. You whined and moaned, your clit being stimulated from rubbing against his pubic area.

Maxwell kept his momentum, your juices flowing all over his shaft and down to his balls. He grunted and groaned, taking your hair into his hands in a tight grip. He pulled you in for a kiss and god, was it a nasty one. Your lips connecting together, so wet and sloppy, your tongue flicking against each other as he nibbled on it before pulling away. The hand that held your hair released it’s grip, moving down to your ass and releasing hard strikes that were sure to leave a mark on it. “Look at you whore, losing your mind over this cock, wetting this nice leather couch like the dirty girl you are.”

You nodded in response, your lips parting as more moans continued to escape. You were close to your breaking point, but Maxwell had other plans. He hoisted you off of him and stood up, pushing you into the couch, positioning you into doggy. Maxwell slammed into you, making you yell out in bliss, before pulling out. He would thrust into you with power then pull out, doing this a few times before slamming into you again and gripping your hips tightly.

“You’re so tight, so wet. It’s a shame that no one else will ever get to experience you like I do. And it’s too fucking bad that they don’t know you like to be humiliated, just like how I was out there.” He spat out, his grunts getting significantly louder and it was clear that Maxwell didn’t give a shit who heard you two. His hands moved down to your ass, gripping it and slapping it. Maxwell slapped it over and over again, each slap more powerful and harder than the last. “Oh Y/N, if only you could see how red you are. I bet you’d enjoy it like the whore you are. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Maxwell, I would,” You cried out, the stinging sensation only pulling you closer to the edge. You were going to cum soon and you knew it, that feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Oh Max baby, I’m gonna cum. Will you let me cum?”

Maxwell cackled almost maniacally, “Now why the hell would I let you cum right now? You don’t deserve to cum just yet.” His length slid in and out of you harder as he got more deeper, the wetness making sloshing sounds that filled the both of your ears.

Maxwell was on his way to releasing and he didn’t stop his powerful thrusts yet. He hunched over you as he continued to thrust, his member now hitting you deeper and deeper. He could feel his cock swelling with each thrust and grunted, the sweat beading at his forehead beginning to trickle down. You on the other hand were a mess; you wanted to cum so bad and were so close to disobeying Maxwell, just to feel that sweet release.

Maxwell was thinking of you though and reached his right hand over you, his fingers rubbing your clit and pinching your bud. His fingers played with your clit sloppily as you gripped onto the couch and laid your head on it, biting your lip. “Cum for me, whore.” He uttered, his fingers not leaving your bud.

You cried out as you came on his member, his thrust not faulting as he continued to slam into you deeply and harder. Maxwell lived for breaking you down, so his fingers still kept on rubbing your clit as he kept on thrusting. His hips crashing into your ass harder each other, you were sure the both of you were going to be so sore the next day.

Maxwell’s hands transitioned onto your shoulders as he pounded you for the last few times, his sweet seed ready to fill you any minute now. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy up with my cum.” He groaned, his cock twitching as he began to cum and ooze into you.

The grip on your shoulders tightened as Maxwell released his load into you, he even moaned at the sensitive sensation it left him as he was still inside of you. He pulled out and laid beside you, not bothering to clean up yet. Like clockwork, the softy side of Maxwell came out and he pulled you close to him, kissing you on the forehead.

“Was I too rough on you?” He asked, heavily breathing. You shook your head, in fact you actually enjoyed this version of Maxwell and wanted to see more of him in bed, but it was nice to see the sweetheart in him again.

“No, I’m okay. You’re not mad anymore and I’m a happy girl that just got the shit fucked out of me. So, we’re even.” You shrugged, laying your head onto his chest as you two shared a laugh.

“Let’s go freshen up, okay? I’m gonna take care of you now.”