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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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hi i was wondering if you could do aew boys reacting to you getting injured this is my first request. i love you storys🩷

OF COURSE SWEETHEART and thank you so much for the kind words

AEW Stars React to You Getting Injured:

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

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Supreme Speaks: hiiiiii...sorry for the spam for the past couple of days (just wanna get these requests out and make room for more)...THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE. thank you to @aew190 for the request. also the reader is unspecified so gender neutral (tailor it to your liking). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: not proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @aew190 @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

You were in a match (with an opponent of your choosing)

You were about to attempt a diving move (or signature move)

But then your opponent countered it; causing you to slip and hit your shoulder first extremely hard

You felt immediate pain and laid on the mat for a little bit as the ref checked on you

You decided to continue the match and you won, making the crowd cheer

Clutching your shoulder, you were able to walk yourself to the back where your boyfriend/best friend sat

Hook:

Man is worried; but it’s concerning to those around him

Like this man has not moved, blinked, nothing since you took that bump

Even though it wasn’t that bad of a bump, you dislocated your shoulder

He just kept looking at how you clutched your arm in pain

Hook lightly hugged your other side and whispered “As long as you’re okay, everything is fine.”

This man would be the best nurse; you never would have to lift a damn finger

Hook carries your bags, has all your favorite drinks and snacks in his bookbag, and never complains

Gives frequent updates to The Lads

“They lifted their arm today….to throw a pillow at me. But still, progress.”

Will help you gain your strength through workouts and therapy

Eddie Kingston:

Man is worried but he runs around like a chicken with his head cut off

Cussing everyone and they momma out, “Fuck you, fuck you, hi Ishii, and FUCK YOU CLAUDIO”

After figuring out the injury was not as bad as it could have been, Eddie immediately becomes that nurse that will do their job while complaining

You: Can you help me put this hoodie on?

Eddie: Oh my gawd, you are so needy….but yeah fo sure I gotchu

He doesn’t like to see you in pain; will distract you with old wrestling or him just going off about people

Despite him saying that he doesn’t like you or want to help you, he will never leave your side and will do anything to comfort you during this

(Man will tell jokes but never lies)

Will act like everything he does is no problem or it means nothing, but it does mean something to both you and him

Is secretly planning for revenge

Kenny Omega:

THIS SWEETHEART WOULD BE CRUSHED

His heart would literally fall apart as he realized what happened

Keeps watching the match to make sure nothing else happens

When you come backstage, he already talked to Tony about taking you off TV for a little bit

Gives you all the time and attention in the world

Wears your merch for support

Gets online to find a specialist for your injury

Will not leave your side; Kenny might actually move into your house temporarily to help out

“Why the hell is all your cups so damn high? This is not safe for a short injured demon like yourself.”

Kenny will spend all his days playing video games with you, helping you around the house, and getting you back in shape for the ring

All to make sure that you’re okay and safe

Daniel Garcia:

Okay; hear me out

Man would freak out and then once learning that your injury is not that severe, would turn up

I’m talking man would act like you’re not hurt and drag you to every social gathering he could

Shit might throw you a recovery party

“One club, another club, another club, brunch, another club.”

It’s his way of comforting you; as a person who was injured, he was deprived of socializing with others

He doesn’t want that for you; he wants you to recognize that just because of your injuries, doesn’t mean that you have to miss out on your friends

Will do anything if you ask him though

Daniel will also FaceTime you a lot so that you’re not missed throughout the locker room;

“Everyone say hi to Y/N, now everyone boo them cause they're not here.”

Ricky Starks:

Man is worried at first because he’s fought numerous injuries before

More or so worried about the aftermath of it for you; doesn’t want you to get left behind

Instantly thinks of ways for you to be on TV without being in the ring and pitches them on your behalf

Ricky: So then, Y/N interrupts them and is like “Hell No” like Brandi to Jade

TK: Ricky I-

Ricky: Wait your turn…..jackass

Is forever right beside you in case you need anything; doesn’t want you to feel alone

Will go with you to all your consultations and stuff, bring you all your favorite food and stuff

I also think Ricky would be the one to stop everything just to check on you; where it’s over the phone or in person

Also, if you have a cast or a brace, Ricky will bedazzle it in your sleep

Dante Martin:

THIS BABY

HE SUCH A BABY

As he is injured and his brother suffered from numerous injuries, he was instantly feeling bad for you

Lets you know that you are not alone

Sits backstage with you as The Lads got matches and storylines; talks about anything and nothing

I think (because of the fact Dante and I were born in the same year) Dante would definitely be cracking jokes about this

“At least we got each other during this. I got one leg and you got one arm, we’re practically one full person.”

Dude will do anything to make you smile;

Feels more content and happy with you beside him

Ya’ll are constantly pushing each other to go to physical therapy and recovery

if ya’ll weren’t dating beforehand, you definitely are now

MJF:

Instantly roasts you on Twitter

….Idk why you expected anything else…

Anyways, he would definitely take care of you by giving care and attention

While roasting you to your face; you are never safe from this man’s wrath

“You look like death…..NO YOU LIKE OPTIMUS PRIME WHEN HIS ARM GOT SLICED OFF AHAHA”

Will buy you unnecessary and extreme items for your recovery; but claims that he needs the state-of-the-art towel warmer (really it's for you)

ALSO the man will buy you a Burberry scarf and tell you it’s a fake, but it's actually real

I think he genuinely feels bad that you are injured and will try to make your life easier during this time in his own way

If he can’t be there for you, he’s bringing you on the road to keep an eye on you; will never leave you alone tbh

To others, Max just doesn’t really care for you but you and him both know that he’s trying his best and that’s all that matters

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the--blackdahlia · 8 months

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Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House) (MJF x Adam Cole)

Title: Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House)

Summary: Double or Nothing Weekend in Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Mild dub-con, implied drunk sex, language, angst with a happy ending, drinking

The lights were too bright as Adam slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t even that bright in the room, but when the alcohol was gone and just left its nasty aftertaste, everything was too bright. The room was spinning slightly as he shut his eyes, savoring the darkness and enjoying the arms wrapped around him.

What…what?

Adam’s eyes snapped back open. He looked down and, sure enough, there were a pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him close to whoever was behind him. Okay, so he had brought someone back to the room. That would explain why his ass hurt. God, Max was going to kill him for doing that. Especially if he had to go sleep somewhere else.

Glancing over at the bed across from him, he saw it was empty. Either Max had gone somewhere else when Adam brought back his date, or he had left early to get breakfast or something. All Adam knew was he wasn’t there, and he was praying that the person behind him wasn’t Roddy.

Adam was trying to figure out what to do. The arms around him were pretty strong, so he’d have to wake up whoever it was. He groaned softly, trying to figure out what he should do. His phone was right there on the nightstand. He could text Max and ask for his help getting rid of the guy. He slowly reached for his phone when something on his left hand caught his attention.

A black and gold silicon band hugged his ring finger, right underneath the Dynamite Diamond ring.

Oh.

Oh no.

Adam slowly turned his head as far as he could to see if he could see the face of the man behind him. He could see a mop of curly hair, and he caught a whiff of very familiar cologne. A panic started to overtake Adam as he wiggled out of the arms and quickly stood up.

“Oh god…” Adam gasped. Sure enough, Max was lying there, slowly starting to wake up from Adam pulling away from him. Adam took in the sight before him. Empty bottles on the nightstand by his phone, condoms thrown off to the side, their clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed. Max was naked in the bed, and Adam had been just a moment ago.

Before Adam could stop himself, a scream spilled from his lips, jolting Max awake.

“What? What’s going on?” He asked, sitting up quickly. He and Adam stared at each other. “Uh, brochacho, why are you naked and screaming?”

“Why am I…why are you naked in my bed?!”

“Naked in your…” Max lifted the blanket that had pooled around his waist. Sure enough, not an article of clothing to be seen. He dropped the blanket and caught sight of his own left hand. A matching black and gold silicon ring to the one Adam was wearing. “What the fuck?”

“Trust me, I know!” Adam held up his hand to show Max the ring on his own. Max quickly grabbed his hand.

“Why do you have my diamond ring?” He asked.

“Fuck if I know! Just take it.” Adam slid the ring off and handed it back to Max, just leaving the silicon band.

“How much did we drink last night?” Max was taking in all the same things that Adam had. Adam grabbed a pair of underwear from his bag and slipped them on. “We just had a couple of drinks, right?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember,” Adam sighed. “I just remember Dax and Cash buying beers, and then we decided to go play mini golf with Yuta and Claudio. That was the last thing I remember.”

“Well, the aftertaste in my mouth isn’t whatever white trash beer FTR decided to buy us,” Max rubbed his eyes. “My mother is going to kill me.”

“Why?”

“I got married and didn’t even tell her. She’s going to cut my balls off.”

“...You just found out you married your tag team partner and you’re worried about your mom?!”

“I’m worried about other things too Adam!” Max looked around. “Like where the hell is the Triple B?”

“Did you lose on Collison or something?”

“Now is NOT the time to be making jokes Adam.”

Max was out of bed and tearing the room apart to find his belt. Adam went to look in the bathroom, because weirder things had happened, when he came upon a piece of paper. A marriage license. For the marriage of Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Adam Friedman.

What. The. Fuck.

Adam quickly headed into the bathroom. After not seeing the Triple B anywhere, he decided to use these moments alone to try to compose himself. He splashed some water on his face and looked in the mirror. Thankfully, no Mike Tyson tattoo and no missing teeth. And there was no tiger in the bathtub. There was just a mocking black and gold ring and a pain that proved they had been together the night before. After calming himself down, he headed back into the room to a scene that was anything but calm.

“I can’t find her!”

“Her?”

“The Triple B!” Max had torn apart their bags, their clothes all over the floor.

“Can you put some pants on and we’ll look together?” Adam asked, which got Max to stop for a second, realizing he was, in fact, still naked.

“Don’t like the view hubby?” Max asked, making Adam glare.

“Okay, fine, you can look for the belt yourself.”

“Oh come on babe, I was kidding…”

“Max, thin ice,” Adam growled. “Come on. Let’s get dressed. We’ll see if it’s at the desk.”

After getting dressed and making sure sunglasses were firmly on their heads, they headed to the front desk. Max had to be restrained when the poor desk girl said that she hadn’t seen it.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go get breakfast and we’ll figure something out,” Adam told him. “It has to be around here somewhere.”

The two found a cafe and were seated outside. Adam was not paying attention as Max ordered them mimosas for their drinks. He was too busy looking at the menu and staring at the ring on his finger.

“I really thought after last night, more alcohol would be the last thing you’d want,” Yuta said as he and Claudio took their seats at the table next to Adam and Max. Adam was frozen mid-sip, realizing the orange juice wasn’t exactly orange.

“How much did we drink?” Adam asked, setting the glass down.

“I don’t know about afterward, but with us, shots flowed like water,” Claudio chuckled. “We might have had a little drinking game going.”

****

The Day Before

“You miss, you take a shot?” Yuta suggested.

“We’ll all be too drunk to make a shot,” Adam told him.

“Okay, well what do you have in mind, Bay Bay?”

“Someone makes a hold in one, everyone takes a shot?” Max suggested. He missed the wicked look on Claudio’s face.

“Excellent,” He chuckled. “Let’s get to it.”

By the 10th hole, Max and Adam were starting to feel buzzed. No one bothered to tell them that on top of everything else that the superhuman known as Claudio was good at, mini-golf was on the list. And Yuta had gotten a few too, meaning that Max and Adam were several shots down at this point.

“That was fun!” Yuta laughed, slightly buzzed at the end of the course.

“Fun for you guys maybe,” Adam grumbled.

“Oh come on, at least we didn’t make you do karaoke or something,” Yuta slapped his shoulder. “Maybe you two should go get some dinner.”

“Not going with us?” Max asked.

“We have some things to attend to,” Claudio explained before walking off with Yuta, leaving Max and Adam to their own devices.

****

Present Day

“What happened after that?” Adam asked. Yuta shrugged.

“You guys went off to get dinner and we went to use our room’s jacuzzi.”

“You’re not very helpful, you know that?” Max snapped.

“You’ll have to excuse Max. He lost something very important,” Adam explained, trying to keep the peace. Lord knows he didn’t want Yuta to run and tell Mox that he needed to fight Max.

“His championship?” Claudio looked Max over. “I know that by the 12th hole, you were letting people take pictures with it.”

“I let poors touch the Triple B?!” Max asked, absolutely horrified. To the point Yuta, Adam, and Claudio all started laughing. “Did one of these, these western, desert-dwelling, Fallout wannabes take it?” Adam looked at Max. Did he make a video game reference? To a game that Adam had off-handedly said he was going to play on the plane?

“No, you did have it when we left you,” Claudio told him. Max breathed a sigh of relief, but that was quickly replaced with more worry at where the hell his belt was.

The rest of the breakfast was pretty uneventful. Yuta and Claudio made small talk, and for the most part, Adam and Max did their best to keep it up. It felt like just two couples having brunch. Nothing more. After the pancakes were eaten and the mimosas drank, Max and Adam headed back out to see if they could find the belt.

“Well, at least we know that you didn’t let some random mini-golfer walk off with it,” Adam shrugged. “I just wish we knew more about what we did last night, so we could retrace our steps.”

“We got lucky with Swiss and Yoots. What’s the likelihood that our next piece will fall right into our laps?”

“Hey! What rhymes with homewrecker?” Someone called from the right of them. Max and Adam looked to see Anthony and Max Caster sitting in the shade of some trees, notebook laid open in front of Caster. “Adam should know all about that.”

“Excuse me?” Adam asked, walking towards the Acclaimed.

“After what you did last night? To me?” Caster laid a hand over his heart, and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“He’s just being a little overdramatic because of what happened last night,” Anthony explained. Max and Adam glanced at each other.

“What…happened?” Max asked. Caster glared at him.

“Your little “engagement” at dinner? Remember?”

****

The Night Before

“This place looks nice and sobering,” Adam told Max as they approached the restaurant. Of all places to pick, they were going to Margaritaville. Max had seen a sandwich board with drinks on it, and he wanted to try the pretty blue one.

“What are you two doing here?” Anthony asked as Max and Adam were seated at a table near them, appetizer and drink orders placed. It was obvious they were having a good time thanks to liquid courage.

“Food. Gotta sober up,” Adam told him. Their brightly colored drinks were settled in front of them along with a large plate of volcano nachos.

“Yeah, those drinks are not going to sober you up,” Caster laughed.

“I dunno, I’m feeling pretty good,” Max smirked over at the Acclaimed. “Where’s your daddy?”

“Austin and Colton have visitation this weekend. He’ll be back in our custody tomorrow night,” Anthony munched on a stick of celery from the wings that were between the two.

After some banter and burgers between the two tag teams, Max’s eyes fell on a beautiful chocolate lava cake that was being brought over to a table not too awfully far from theirs. He looked at Adam then with a wicked smile.

“Want a lava cake?” He asked.

“Always!”

“Then play along, okay?” Max slipped his diamond ring off his finger and knelt on the ground. “Adam, I know we didn’t always like each other, but these last few months together have meant more to me than you can ever imagine. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Adam, in his drunken mind, found himself giddy at the thought of marrying Max. He had a big smile on his face as he nodded.

“Yes!” Adam smiled at Max. People around then clapped and cheered. Even Anthony, until Caster stamped on his foot then booed.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Caster grumbled.

“Not anymore man. He’s Adam’s,” Anthony laughed.

Not long after, the staff brought a cake out for Adam and Max to enjoy, and a couple bought them some more drinks.

The two stumbled out of the restaurant later, full of alcohol and high on each other, holding hands as they left and not letting go as they headed down the strip and out of view of the Acclaimed.

****

Present Day

“Explains how I got your ring,” Adam shrugged. “Doesn’t explain these though.” Caster noticed the silicon bands then and his eyes widened.

“You got married?!”

“Run!” Max quickly took off running, leaving Adam standing there.

“Uh, great seeing you guys!” Adam said before quickly following Max. “Max, why didn’t you ask them about your belt?”

“And give them more material to use in a rap? I don’t think so.”

Adam didn’t really say much more as he and Max continued to try to retrace their steps. They headed to the restaurant from the night before, getting warm smiles from the staff that had been present for their engagement. But they didn’t have the belt.

“You put it on him before you left,” The girl told Max. “Said it made his eyes pretty.”

“I…” Max and Adam both blushed.

“Did you see where we went when we left?” Adam asked, taking over the conversation.

“I think you headed over towards the strip?”

“Thanks for your help,” Adam signed before he and Max headed back out. They were about a block from the strip, and with no idea what happened after they left Margaritaville, their leads had come to an end. “Max, we need to talk about the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“You know, the marriage thing,” Adam held up his hand. “I know you don’t want this. I don’t want this. So after we find the Triple B, let’s head over to the Clark County Courthouse and get an annulment.”

“Oh…” Max looked more defeated than he had just a few minutes ago, and it absolutely broke Adam’s heart.

“I mean, you don’t really want to be married to me, do you?” Adam asked. Max was quiet for a second.

“Let’s just go find my damn belt,” He mumbled. He didn’t say much, but it gave Adam all the answers he needed. They weren’t supposed to be in love. They were friends and that was it. But maybe there were more feelings behind a lava cake engagement and a chapel wedding than Adam thought. For both of them.

They had just stepped onto the strip when a voice started calling their names.

“Adam! Max!” RJ called. “There you are! Finally!”

“RJ? What’s up?” Adam asked, turning towards him. RJ held out the belt then.

“Thing is a lot heavier than it looks,” He laughed. “I had to stop Charlie from just taking it.”

“You had my baby?!” Max took the belt and hugged it against him.

“You gave it to me last night over at Venus Garden, and then we’re too busy trying not to undress each other to pick it up.”

“Venus Garden? Is that a strip club or something?”

“No. The Chapel at Ceasers. You guys dragged me, Charlie, Trent, and Chuck there as witnesses.”

****

The Night Before

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Adam was giggling as Max led him towards the chapel. “Wait!”

“What?”

“We’re not dressed for the occasion!” Adam told him. “And we don’t have witnesses!”

“Hey, there’s some losers over there. Let’s get them,” Max held Adam’s hand as they headed over to Chuck, Trent, RJ, and Charlie, who had just left their own dinner and were going to film some BTE skits for Brandon while Nick and Matt were blowing their money in a casino or a shoe store.

“Hey fives,” Max greeted as he and Adam approached the group. “Us tens need witnesses.”

“For an alibi?” RJ asked.

“We’re getting married!” Adam giggled, showing his hand with the diamond ring on it.

“Fuck,” Trent slapped a twenty in Chuck’s hand. “I didn’t think they’d go through with it.”

“Are you coming or not?” Max huffed. The four looked at each other before following the couple back to the chapel. They were in complete shock at how loving Adam and Max were being with each other. Adam kissing Max’s cheek, Max holding onto Adam. It was like they had all stepped into the Twilight Zone.

“What names are we putting on here? Adam and Max Cole?” Adam asked, making Chuck laugh. “What?”

“Max Cole sounds like a porn star,” He was trying so hard to not laugh harder.

“You know, Adam Friedman doesn’t sound half bad,” Adam shrugged.

“I totally agree,” Max nodded.

They somehow managed to fill out the paperwork and picked out the rings. Since they were athletes, the lovely woman at the desk suggested silicon rings. She got those ready while everything was set up for the actual ceremony.

“We picked the wrestling package,” Adam told the gius. “It’s going to be awesome!”

That’s how the four were set in pews, watching as someone dressed as Macho Man Randy Savage performed a ceremony for Max and Adam.

“I now pronounce you Mr. Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Mr. Adam Friedman. You may kiss each other.”

Max was so gentle as he cupped the back of Adam’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was so cute, sweeter than anything any of them had seen in a movie recently. To the point that Chuck even had to wipe his eyes.

“You okay man?” Trent asked.

“I love weddings,” Chuck smiled as Trent rolled his eyes.

After making sure the witnesses signed a form saying, yes, the wedding was valid, Max took hold of Adam’s hand and dragged him out of the chapel and down the strip.

“Hey! Wait! You forgot your…” RJ called after them, but they were in a rush to start their wedding night. “Well, guess I’m AEW Champion for the night.”

“Schiavone is more of a champion than you,” Charlie mumbled, making Trent and Chuck burst out laughing.

“Should I go take it to them?”

“Only if you want to see some things that you won’t be able to unsee,” Trent shrugged. “I gotta go find Hunk now.” He and Chuck left then. RJ just tossed the belt onto his shoulder and headed back to his hotel.

****

Present Day

“Macho Man? We got married by Macho Man?” Max asked.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just Jay Lethal?” Adam asked. RJ shook his head.

“Nope. It was an actual ordained person dressed as Macho Man. And we all signed the marriage stuff. You are 100% married.”

“Yeah, and we’ll soon be 100% divorced,” Max whispered. The pain in his voice stabbed Adam straight in the heart. “Well, we got the belt. Let’s go find the courthouse.”

“Sex that bad?” RJ asked, making Max glare at him. “Okay, I’m shutting up. Have fun!” Max stormed off, Adam not far behind.

“Max, wait,” Adam reached out, but Max pulled away. “What is wrong? We got your belt back. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I don’t want to be divorced at 27!” Max yelled. “You ever think that maybe there was some truth behind this besides being drunk and wanting a lava cake? Why do you think I insisted on sharing hotel rooms with you? Not because I can’t afford them. Or why I bought a fucking, what are they called, Steam Deck? And a Nintendo Switch? And like, I watch your Twitch streams and watch video playthroughs of absolutely shitty people playing really dumb but really pretty Japanese games? Because I fucking love you, okay?!”

“You…you love me?” Adam asked.

“Let’s just go find this fucking courthouse and get this over with. We have shit to do tonight and I don’t want to have this hanging over my head when I’m beating Joe’s ass.” Max pulled out his phone to call for an Uber.

Adam tried to talk to him in the Uber, but anything he said didn’t seem like it would be good enough. Adam wanted to tell Max that he had researched different Jewish customs, that he had taken up listening to the music Max recommended and had even turned it into a playlist that he’d listen to. Or that he always got excited when he’d see Max’s name show up on his Twitch stream and had to fight the urge to call him and get him to collaborate on a video.

Oh shit.

He was in love with Max too.

“Here we are,” The Uber driver stopped in front of the courthouse. Max and Adam climbed out, Adam thanking the driver. Max was already walking into the courthouse and searching out the self-service area.

“Max, wait,” Adam said, but Max shook his head.

“Let’s go sit out on the picnic table and look through this,” Max said. “I’m not too sure about the rules.” Adam followed Max back outside with the paperwork. Max tossed the papers onto the picnic table and sat down, staring at everything.

“Max…” Adam took the papers from him, making the younger man look up at him. “Maybe I was too harsh too fast. Maybe…maybe we could give this marriage thing a try?” He took the paperwork and ripped it in half, making Max’s eyes widen. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I’d like that,” Max smiled at him. Adam leaned across the table and kissed Max, smiles on both of their faces. “You made me waste $25 getting an Uber here.”

“Well, gave me time to think.” Adam laughed.

“Wanna go back to the hotel until we have to go to the area?” Max asked.

“I’d love nothing more.”

****

6 Months Later

Word had spread quickly about Max and Adam’s marriage, especially after Roddy saw them kissing backstage and ran off. Things seemed to be going great, they went on dates, they traveled together, Adam was learning more about Max’s heritage, and Max was finding that Adam’s nerdy hobbies really weren’t that nerdy after all.

And then Max’s mom invited them to Long Island. Max had been nervous leading up to the trip, but Adam couldn’t figure out why. She had taken it very well considering her son had gotten married at a chapel in Vegas to his tag team partner.

“Max, I’ve met your parents several times. I don’t understand why you’re so nervous.”

“It just feels different this time…” Max shrugged.

They arrived at Max’s parent's house in time for dinner. Adam was shocked as he walked in and saw his mom talking with Max’s mom. The dads were in the man cave, sharing a beer. And before too long, they were all gathered around the dining room table for an amazing dinner. Adam noticed that Max was fidgety more than normal.

“Everything okay?” Adam whispered under the cover of conversation.

“Everything’s great!” Max smiled at him. Adam nodded, not 100% sold, but he didn’t want to push too much.

A little bit later, Max stood up. His mom had a knowing smile on her face as he cleared his throat.

“I want to thank you all for getting here,” Max started, turning to look at Adam. “I know that we’re already married, and everything didn’t exactly go the way either of us really planned. I want to do this right. Now over a free lava cake with Cheeseburger in Paradise playing in the background.” Max knelt in front of Adam, holding up a ring box. “Adam Cole, will you do me the honors of properly marrying me?” Adam smiled, nodding.

“Yes Max, I will.”

#adam cole #mjf #fanfiction #aew #better than you bay bay #maxwell jacob friedman #adamjf

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earlyspringtranscendence · 10 months

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ok i made this post already but tumblr ate it and also it started to get far more in depth than i intended so perhaps it is good i’m redoing it with better formatting. anyway is anyone else deeply unwell about mjf and dax harwood meeting in the ring again for what (iirc, but my brain don’t work too good) is essentially the first time since the pinnacle break up or is it just me. it’s about the devotion. it’s about changing when a beloved can’t change alongside you. and THEN it’s about a whole lot of twitter drama

i think what has always gotten to me about max and dax (and specifically them, though mjftr in general is of course a large part of this and also something i’m crazy about) is how during the pinnacle days dax was part of mjf’s family and max was part of his. ftr stood in a position of higher standing than wardlow, sure, but their relative normalcy in the friendship they had with max is what made him so utterly devoted to them in a way that is truly painful to see especially now when comparing it to the whole mjf + adam cole tag team.

something that stuck out to me in that bit where they’re playing video games is when max says he’s never played multiplayer cause he’s never had friends, but the pinnacle was like... beyond anything he’s been a part of since. i think what has come closest before adam was the specific twitter relationship btwn mjf and bestsmileinthebusiness lee moriarty (remember when they were firmly flirting with each other on twit? god those were the days) but then i’m also sensitive about the pinnacle so this is like besides the point

anyway, there wasn’t dead much going on with ftr in the pinnacle and part of that is of course their recent arrival to aew and them coming into their own as wrestlers with more creative freedom than they had been afforded before. they were cast as heels because that’s what they had always been and as such is what the audience expected and what made the transition go along smoothly, but as always with wrestling you gotta pick and choose where the line btwn kayfabe and reality lies and for now i’m gonna focus all my attention on the fictional because while all that is interesting from an irl perspective, it’s got fuck all to do with the emotions i’m feeling towards these crazy kids

regardless, when max has a new friend he will do anything to keep that friend. the only line he has never crossed in friendship is the one where he trusts the other person. an interesting dichotomy in the character of mjf to me has always been how easily he subjugates himself and humiliates himself (in the eyes of toxic masculinity, ykwim) to please one of his baser instincts (winning, saving face, love) and it’s something he did with ftr a lot by the end

i’ve been thinking about that one interview he did with barstool where ftr come in at the end and it’s awkward because it’s in the stage of separation before the eventual breakup. cash is all smiles and happy to be there, max is praising them both like nothing else and dax is... starting to get a little bit annoyed. he’s bothered. something’s rubbing him just a little bit wrong.

(this already is like sending me into a spiral but thats neither here nor there)

(cash is pointing at max here btw, i couldn’t get the screenie quite right)

this subtle thing is so important to me. cash’s persona during this period (and for the most part it still is) is so like laid back. he follows whatever dax wants to do but only because he’s sort of just good with whatever. even in this video there’s an element of refereeing or messenger boy-ing he’s doing between his friend and his other half that’s so dynamic to watch. (also it doesn’t hurt that the angle of the camera cuts off dax’s eyes so you only see his slightly defensive seeming posture towards max. it’s something i’m reading too deeply into by far but it’s something that does, like, enhance this experience for me)

(yt subtitles are wrong, he said heat not hate but like. whatevs) in this bit dax thinks brandon’s talking abt dax towards himself and he’s quick to interject, but when it’s clarified he’s talking about mjf there’s a considering look and a bit of a grimace. anyone else going crazy or is it just me

DAX SAYS THIS SO QUICKLY. HE SNAPS TO THIS SO QUICKLY. I’M CRAZY ABOUT THIS DYNAMIC

ok we have to move on from this because i still have so much to cover

i wanna talk about the second part of my motivation for caring so deeply about these two and that’s the ‘changing and being spitting mad a beloved isn’t changing alongside you’. beloved may have been a big word, i’ll allow for that, but please do recall that ftr are the ones who loudly proclaims that mjf is their family in pinnacle promos

thank you cash for making me absolutely insane i appreciate it now onto dax

i refuse to be normal about them.

anyway this disgust that ftr started showing once the pinnacle fell apart (and, crucially, punk became their bezzie) because they started turning face (due in part to the wardlow sitch, the other part, you guessed it, punk) and max couldn’t follow them there is in such dire opposition to this that it feels real. like i’m a mark and all but like it feels really genuine. the (learned) masculine inclination to turn to anger rather than sadness when someone disappoints you.

then max, you know, left us hanging for a veritable fucking age and in the meantime this all happened (bear in mind that more than this happened this was just what i could bear to actually reblog bc i’m not joking i’m like genuinely very unwell about this group it made me feel like so upset when it happened so you know. this isn’t the absolute worst of the worst it’s just what i could bear):

(ngl i thought i had a little more than just this post saved but they were talking supreme shit and i guess my fragile self wasn’t having it. good on me for knowing boundaries. anyway you get the idea tho, this was all happening and there was general mjf smacktalk all while mjf couldn’t respond to it because he was on his little getaway getting built as fuck)

and this:

(post found here, idk what this is from originally) you see what i mean too though about cash being this benevolent, laid back bystander and dax being angry. what’s that sentiment about being angry because you care?

what this all boils down to at long last after many paragraphs of me making very little points is this: next saturday at collision mjf is going to be doing his shit with adam cole and ftr is going to be husbands as all get, but i don’t care about any of that in the face of this final showdown between dax and max, even if i know, in my brain and my heart, that none of this will even be all that relevant to the story anymore. pour one out.

(and also final disclaimer i’ve never actually heard of any like shoot nonsense btwn these two and i’m Preddy sure this is all just part of the narrative, but i could be wrong. if anything btwn them is real well that’s none of my business and they shouldn’t have put it on the internet then. i mean im mostly kidding but if it’s real obviously disregard this reading of that situation)

#ftr #dax harwood #mjf #mjftr #sorry about all this. it's just that i have problems in my brain.

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mjfsupremacy · 2 years

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Moderate language, Reader x MJF

Cuff It by Beyoncé

Hot Girl by Charlie XCX

Wet Dream by Wet Leg

Fool by Djo

Life Goes On by EAST

"What the fuck are you doing?”

You look away from the camera with a roll of your eyes. The other two wrestlers groan, all of you turning to glare at the abrasive voice of Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

You press pause on the video and Beyoncé's CUFF IT stops playing. “We are doing the CUFF IT dance, Maxwell. What are you doing? Besides being a walking bummer.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. Ruby Soho and Nyla Rose copy your stance.

“I’m trying to navigate my workplace safely, something the three of you are making impossible with this assault on my eyes.”

Ruby flips him off, walking in the opposite direction and Nyla follows throwing insults over her shoulder. “You suck Max, your fake tan looks like you roll around in someone else’s Cheeto vomit, and your eyes are too close together!”

You laugh out loud, waving good bye to your friends. “I’m in love with her.”

“Yeah, me too.” Max admits begrudgingly.

“She’s unbelievably mean. It’s so sexy.”

“I’m mean.” Max smirks.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” You sigh dramatically.

“Are you saying I’m not sexy?”

“Your words, not mine, Maxwell.”

“I’m sexy!”

“Your words, not mine, Maxwell.”

“You’re the worst.”

You open your mouth to repeat the phrase again but he glares and cuts you off.

“Don’t.”

“I’m a hot girl, pop girl, rich girl,” You sing along to Hot Girl by Charlie XCX in your earbuds, stretching out your arms before your match, dancing your hips to the beat.

“Why are you so weird?”

You hear his words muffled from behind you and you glance over your shoulder with a smirk. Max has zeroed on the sway of your body and you can safely assume he’s not that attentive because he likes the colour of your new gear.

“It’s in the DNA, Maxwell. Why are you such a perv?” You shoot back, pulling one of your purple buds from your ear.

“It’s in the DNA, Toots.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you listen to poor people music?”

“No, Maxwell, of all the insults that have been thrown at myself and my taste in things my ‘poor people taste in music’ hasn’t been a talking point before.” You sigh, nodding along to Wet Dream by Wet Leg.

The car ride had been filled with snipes from your passenger and as pretty as Max was to look at, he was seconds from earning the boot from your rental. His constant complaining was driving you crazy.

“I was in your wet dream, driving in my car.” You sing, tapping along on the steering wheel. Max scoffs.

“Are you using a song to come on to me?”

You glance over at him with a grin. “And if I was?” You tease, enjoying the scowl painted on Max’s face.

“I’d say; Do a better job, I shouldn’t have to ask if your coming onto me. Also don’t come onto me. I don’t like you.”

“Not what it sounded like when you were screaming my name last night.”

“You stole my scarf and hid it with those Dark Order losers!”

“How about,” You laugh at his red face. “When we get to the hotel, I lay one on you? Would that suffice as proof of a come on?” Max appears to consider the proposition before shrugging.

“I mean, sure hypothetically.”

“I will be your fool,” You sing into Max’s ear, swinging your legs on either side of his hips as he stomps down the corridor with you on his back. You’ve been singing Fool by Djo to him non stop all week and he was at his wits.

“I will drop you on your ass, gorgeous if you sing one more line from that damn song.”

“But I just want you to know I’m a good for you, baby.” You hide you amusement behind a pout.

“Don’t try and pin your mental stability on me, I can’t be held responsible for how I found you.” He scoffs, adjusting his hands on your thighs. “Where am I taking you again?”

You throw your arms around his neck from behind and press a kiss to the shell of his ear. “To the Best Friends, and then to Hangman.”

“And why am I doing that again?”

“Because you really like me and you enjoy feeding my whims?” You supply.

“Yeah,” He agrees easily spotting Orange Cassidy a few feet away. “But why and I taking you to see these particular losers.”

“Because I have a really good joke about saving a horse and riding an orange cowboy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

When Max gets home, he finds you dancing around his kitchen, not that he’s surprised; dancing and singing along to any music that crossed you was your apparent default setting.

“Hey! I’m making pasta, can you grab me the garlic from the fridge?” You do a twirl on your way to the draw containing the mixing bowls. Bouncing along to the bright beat of Life goes on by EAST.

Max passes you the jar and gives you a chaste kiss in greeting. “Do you always have to have your crap playing? I have a reputation with my neighbours you know.”

“I know you like this song,” You dismiss, mixing the garlic through the pasta in the hot pan before gesturing him to grab bowls. “I heard you humming it in the shower yesterday.

“You are delusional.”

“You like this song.”

“Toots, I don’t like anything that wasn’t make by a Sinatra.”

“I know, these boots were made for walking is your favourite gym song.” You add seriously, serving up your meal. He sighs, pulling the bowls from your hands and taking you into his arms.

“I don’t like this song.”

He grabs your hand and twirls you under his arm, bringing you back and holding you in a gentle sway. You laugh at the gentle smirk on his face.

“Eh, life goes on.”

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

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youngbuckisms · 8 months

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A little quirky amusement park date between local skelly twink Darby and resident scumbag going good boi MJF

Darby Allin x MJF on a date; drabble

Word count: 742

Warnings: none!

Notes: I used to write this ship quite a bit awhile back, so I’ve missed these two! Enjoy!

Maxwell wasn’t a big fan of a lot of things his boyfriend was into. It wasn’t a surprise, either. Their personalities clashed all the time, but it was something they both loved about one another. Always being introduced to new things, constantly showing one another things they knew they wouldn’t like. Sometimes it was fun, other times it annoyed Maxwell or bored Darby.

For once, however, Maxwell would be the one to plan something that wasn’t a fancy dinner out. Instead, he took Darby to an amusement park, which was right up the daredevil’s alley. He was so excited that it made the scumbag almost forget where he was, that was until he stepped into something that resembled fair food on the ground and suddenly he wanted to just leave. But this wasn’t about him, it was about Darby.

So, here he is, sitting outside the exit of a rollercoaster with a cheap, stuffed tiger tucked under his arm that he had won for Darby earlier, as he scrolled through his phone. He didn’t do rollercoasters, but he would wait in the lines and by the exits for Darby to be done. His boyfriend would return to him, arm tossed around his shoulders as he smiled like an idiot.

“That was awesome! You should seriously do the next one, Max!” Darby encouraged as the two began to walk once more to find yet another coaster of death — as Maxwell called them.

“I think I’ll pass, babe.” Darby rolled his eyes at that, though the smile still remained. He didn’t mind as long as Maxwell was here with him, after all. It wasn’t often at all that his boyfriend would take him to dates like this.

The only other time it wasn’t a fancy restaurant was a skatepark where Darby actually managed to get Maxwell on a skateboard for a few minutes. Whenever Maxwell stepped out of his comfort zone, that’s when Darby cherished these moments.

“How about you ride just one coaster with me, no loops or super big drops, and we can go get dinner tomorrow night at that place you like?” Darby offered, stopping the two of them by standing in front of Maxwell to interrupt his steps.

“You mean the one that you hate because you have to get all dressed up in a suit, which by the way, you always look so goddamn good in?” A smirk playing at Maxwell’s lips as he speaks and Darby just knows he’s almost convinced. He just needs a little more push.

“That’s the one. I’ll even wear that red one that you love so much.” And Maxwell is making a small show of acting like his knees buckled slightly at the thought, head tilted back slightly with a dramatic little groan — acting as though the very thought of Darby in that deep red suit was enough to bring him to his knees. And while the thought doesn’t bring him to his knees, the sight certainly does.

“Alright fine. One ride and after that, no more.” Maxwell spoke firmly, making sure it was clear that it would be one coaster and no more. But part of him wanted to just let Darby drag him to every ride after seeing how wide his smile got upon taking the offer.

However, that thought was quickly tossed aside after the ride was over. His head spun, his stomach churned, and he felt like he was about to puke with every step they took upon exiting the ride. But Darby seemed fine. In fact, he was hopping around, exclaiming how cool it was and how they should go again.

“You don’t look so good.” Darby commented in an amused tone, looking over at his boyfriend who looked at thought he was on the verge of losing his lunch.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Hey, I’ll win you another one of those stuffed animals if we can go ahead and get out of here.” The smaller man laughed softly at the offer, slipping an arm around Maxwell’s waist to guide him to the nearest mini game.

“Sounds like a plan.”

And as Maxwell would waste 20 bucks trying to win a stuffed penguin for his boyfriend, he would remind himself to never go to another amusement park again, no matter how cute an excited Darby was to see.

#darby allin drabble #aew drabble #mjf drabble #Darby allin x mjf #mjf/darby allin #Darby allin/mjf #mjf x darby allin #we had a ship name for these two and I can’t remember what it was for the life of me

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westofessos · 7 months

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Now watching Collision! Here we go (under the cut cause it got really long):

Tony’s on commentary for Collision? Okay, I’m cool with that

Metalingus is a fantastic fucking song

Oh wow does Christian look good in that shirt. Goddamn.

The ‘Christian will you be my father?’ sign 😂

“Hit the bricks” “get to steppin” loving these coming from Christian

If not Luchasaurus or Jack Perry or whatever, I’m gonna need Adam to be the one to take that TNT belt off of Christian

Bryan!!

Luchasaurus and Nick Wayne banned from ringside. Fantastic

Ricky and Bill?? What the fuck do you two have to do with any of this

Oh right his whole thing with Bryan

“It’s your stupid silk slacks dumbass” “and you took it from the Rock” oh shit Adam

“That really sent me over the edge” I will never get tired of the dumb Edge jokes

I would absolutely love a Bryan/Adam team up. LOVE.

FTR? Really?

Oh cry me a fucking river you idiots

Oooh it’s brawl time

Well this inevitable eight man tag match is gonna be interesting

Oh I love that they played MJF’s Stand Up to Jewish Hate video package

CJ Perry is so gorgeous, my god

I do not like the ROH ring announcer at all

DANHAUSEN!!!!

Oh my god he said it’s almost time, I’m so excited

Juice!!

That son of a bitch needs to give Max his belt back

Wow, all of the tape on Cardblade. Poor Cock Strong

Oh my god the ring

Down on one knee and everything

“Nigel you don’t think-” 😂

The MJF chant 🥹

I swear to god if he takes the ring from Max I will lose my shit

And if Jay fucking White takes the belt from him I might actually have a breakdown

That motherfucker saying he has no friends, I swear to god I hope Max kicks his ass so hard

Dustin’s back!! It would be so fucking fantastic if he (or honestly anybody else) beat Juice in the battle royale

Don’t really like adding him to the long list of people trying to kill Max though

The “we’ve been trios champions for ___ days” thing is so good

“If it’s a thing to you, it’s a thing for all of us” awww

BILLY AND ANTHONY TRYING TO HELP CASTER 🥹 “just be a gentleman” I’m dying this is so sweet

Renee losing her shit was so funny

I adore Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ang but Daniel Garcia can fuck off

. . . I do not care about Skye Blue at all

But never mind about that because IT’S STAT TIME!!!!

I’m pretty sure she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

“What’re you doing? This isn’t you” oh Stat 😢

I love that Stat is out here just giving literally everyone she wrestles the best matches of their careers

Okay they can turn Skye Blue heel all they want but they cannot turn Willow heel, that’s ridiculous. Her joy is stronger than that black shit

And you’ll have to pry Staturday Nightingale out of my cold dead hands

OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS TONY

Oh Kenny vs Kyle is gonna be good

Yeah I’m really not in any hurry for Rush and his buddies to come back

Turbo Floyd is definitely on the list of worst wrestling names of all time

I really like that they have storylines from ROH progress (or even just reference them) on AEW TV

Sting on Wednesday?? Fuck yeah

Oh my god the render for Nick Wayne’s mom

Ooh that Mistico video package was fantastic

Time for Bryan vs Christian, this is going to be awesome

‘Christian did nothing wrong’ 😂

Oh shit, no time limit? Is that the first time they’ve ever actually said that? I feel like it might be. Like sure, they always ‘go as long as it takes’ but I don’t remember ever hearing them say that

“Necks by Christian Cage” “Who’s gonna sun this match, and why is it Christian Cage?” “Doesn’t need to mat wrestle a clam digger” Nigel is the best

I really need Excalibur on this show because I have no idea what so much of the stuff Bryan is doing is called and I would really like to

Love seeing Nigel on his feet in the background just losing his shit

That was a great match

Oh brawl #2

That was a really great show! Can’t wait for Wednesday

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aerodaltonimperial · 1 year

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baby, please (would you read my eulogy?)

(This is the group chat's fault LOL. Canon gives me nothing so I have to resort to shit like this?? Ugh look at me. @hookedtheghoul dubbed this JungleCorpse and it's fucking genius so we are going with it HAHA)

His head hurts. It’s not a strange sensation, and certainly not an unusual one on any given Wednesday, but the ache began at the back, where his spine meets up with his skull, and then spread like blooming flower petals until it’s taken over most of his thoughts. When he presses his fingertips to the nape of his neck, gingerly, the skin is tender and sore beneath his touch. He’ll pay for this one, for Sammy targeting in on all the weakest joints he’s got, but beneath the pain, Jack vows to make MJF pay more.

It was supposed to be the three of them against the problem; the three of them against the man who holds everything and is grateful for nothing. And now it’s not, and Jack’s not sure which part upsets him more: that he believed it would all play out fair and square, above board, or that he believed, deep down, that he’d eventually win.

Dealing with the sting of losing will have to come after dealing with the much more pronounced pain littered across his body. He stands in the bathroom of his hotel room and checks his reflection for anything out of the ordinary—broken blood vessels, open wounds, the usual drill. There’s nothing but a smattering of already purpling bruises that will rainbow within days. Jack’s hands fall back to his sides, knuckles scraping across the fake marble counter.

There’s a knock at the door.

Of all the people to be standing on the other side when he opens it, Jack honestly never would have expected this one.

There’s a moment of nothing, of stillness, of the quiet that descends when words slip off into failure, and then Darby holds up the ice bucket. “Can I come in?”

There are a thousand reasons Jack should say no, but he pulls the door open wider, the barest of invitations. Darby takes it.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asks, when the door has clicked latched once more.

Darby gives the room once-over as though his own isn’t identical, right down to the framed pictures on the wall. “We need to talk about what we’re going to do.”

“Do?” Jack parrots.

“About MJF. And Sammy.”

Jack laughs, involuntary and mirthless. “We’re not going to do anything. I’m going to take a shower, and go to sleep so that I can forget this whole day.”

“He cheated,” Darby says. His eyes flicker to Jack’s, narrow at the edges. Flecks of the white paint drawing a harsh line down his face have caught on his cheek. “They both cheated.”

“And we probably should have expected it,” Jack replies, harsher than he anticipated. “So that’s on us.”

A pause. Then: “I wanted it to be you in the next match.”

“Why?” Jack crosses his arms over his chest. He’s got few defenses left, but hell if he isn’t going to cling to the remainder. “Because I’m the easier target?”

Another pause, longer this time. “No.”

Jack sighs. “I don’t care, Darby. And I ask again, why are you here? We aren’t friends.”

“We’ve got a common enemy,” Darby says, like it means something.

“Oh, cut the ‘enemy of my enemy’ bullshit,” Jack snaps. “It doesn’t matter what MJF and Sammy did—I’m out. You all got what you wanted.”

Darby’s expression twists. “I didn’t say I wanted that.”

“Why wouldn’t you? I was in your way just like Sammy’s.” This is ridiculous; Jack needs to go to sleep, take care of the litter of bruises he’s going to be sporting by morning. He doesn’t have time to argue with Darby about the ethical ramifications of MJF and Sammy deciding to join forces. “Listen, I’m exhausted, okay? I just got thrown into a table by a guy whose tongue is hanging out of his mouth more often than not. I can’t do this now.”

“Can you do it later?” Darby asks.

“What does that even mean?”

Darby’s still got the ice bucket in his hands. He raises it up again, gives the plastic a little shake. “I’ll help.”

“Why?” Jack counters.

Ignoring the question, Darby circles his index finger lazily. “Sit. And turn around.”

Jack shouldn’t. He really ought to kick Darby out of his room and lock the door behind him. This entire thing is bizarre, the sort of thing Jack can’t reasonably conceive the ending to. But he sits, because his skin is aflame, and doesn’t argue when Darby swings a leg over onto the bed behind him.

The ice stings, and Jack winces, though it begins to numb the worst of the marks on his back within a minute. He sags into the sensation, his muscles protesting the whole time, and then he waits while Darby slides the ice around a few times before trying to push the conversation again. “They can’t both have the belt. One of them will turn on the other.”

“Yeah,” Darby says. Apparently, it’s not a new train of thought. “But we have to deal with this bullshit until then.”

Jack loops his fingers together in his lap, absently. Stares at the black television face. “You want to join up. Against them.”

Darby doesn’t answer. The patch of ice sweeps over to Jack’s other shoulder blade, another shock of cold.

“Why would you want to join up with me?” Jack asks, and before Darby even has the time to reply, adds, “I just got out of something like that. I’m not interested in doing it again.”

“Not even to take out MJF?”

“How would we even do that? You want to cheat just like they do?” Jack snorts. “I don’t want to stoop to their level. Not even to win. Besides, I already told you: I’m out now. If you want to beat them, you’ve still got the chance.”

Behind him, Darby sighs. He sounds annoyed, but Jack can’t find it in himself to care. “Think about it.”

“Already did.”

“Think about it when you haven’t been thrown through a table by Sammy Guevara.” Darby stands up, dropping the ice and the towel wrapped around it into Jack’s hands with little fanfare. He gets halfway to the door before pausing and turning, the unpainted side of his face glowing warm in the yellow hotel lighting. “You might feel differently tomorrow.”

“Why did you want it to be me in the next match?” Jack asks. His fingers tighten around the cold fabric in his lap.

Darby just holds his gaze, sharp, offering absolutely nothing. “See you, Jack.”

He leaves Jack with far more questions than answers. But in his wake, the hotel room is quiet: too quiet. Jack doesn’t want to spend time with the anger that’s already starting to coil in his stomach. He’s done enough of that. He gets up and goes to his suitcase to pull out his phone and tap a quick message, hoping that a new perspective might shed light on the situation. Darby showed up at my door after the match. I think he wants to join forces or something.

The reply takes only a few seconds: he said that?

Not in quite so many words. Jack frowns. He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth just to roll the flesh around a little. He brought ice to help with the bruising.

The three dots appear, flickering. i’m sorry WHAT?? And then a second later, a follow-up: WHAT????

“Dammit,” Jack sighs.

His phone lights up with another message: i’m coming over don’t do anything stupid

“I don’t do stupid things,” Jack mutters, and tosses his phone on the bed. Thirty seconds later, there’s another knock on his door. This time, at least, he knows exactly who is on the other side.

“This is unnecessary,” he says as he opens it up and Hook breezes in like he owns the place, hair askew and hands shoved down into his hoodie pocket.

Hook turns a wide circle, almost like he thinks Jack has somehow stashed Darby behind the curtains or something, and then levels Jack with an expression bordering on incredulous. “He came over here with ice? And you didn’t think that was weird?”

“I have to stop giving you my room number,” Jack says.

Hook’s disbelief grows more pronounced. “Jack, you hate each other.”

“No, we hate MJF,” Jack points out. “And, at this point, Sammy, because seriously, fuck that guy. This whole thing is a nightmare. It’s just politics.”

“Politics doesn’t come over to ice your bruises. I don’t even do that.”

“Yeah, cause you’re an asshole,” Jack says.

“Not the point.” Hook rolls his eyes.

The clock face tells him that it’s far, far too late for conversations like this. Jack throws his head back. “What are you trying to say here, Hook? I’m tired. I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh my god, Jack, think this through,” Hook tells him. “Why would he do that?”

A moment, a beat; Jack doesn’t trust it. Doesn’t like it. He scowls. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, make sense?” Hook hits him with another of his unimpressed looks. “You’re just mad because I’m right.”

“I’m not mad, and you’re not right. You’re insane, is what you are.”

“Darby Allin showed up here with ice for your injuries and you think I’m insane,” Hook deadpans.

“I’m not listening to you,” Jack says. Then he waves a hand between them back and forth a few times. "Please get that look off your face, the one where you think I'm an idiot."

"I don't know how to get it off my face."

Jack is too tired for this. "Yes, you do."

"You're right, I just don't want to." Hook sniffs, that unconscious crinkling of his nose he seems to do when he's lost in thought. "So what are you going to do about this? Even if you don’t believe me that there’s ulterior motives here, it’s obvious Darby wants something from you.”

"I don't know," Jack admits. His head hurts. His body hurts; he's been snapped in a million pieces, and he honestly just cannot attempt to sort through the mess that is Darby right now.

"Seems like you should figure that out soon." Hook raises one eyebrow, the judgy bitch.

"Yeah?" Jack counters. "Should I? You sent that text yet asking how recovery is going?"

Silence. Hook works his jaw around in a slow circle while glaring at Jack across the hotel carpet. And then, after what feels like an eternity loaded with all the bullshit neither of them is willing to wade into, he says, "I don't know why I'm friends with you."

"Ditto." Jack sighs, rolling his neck around. Despite it all, the ice has helped, and it’s one more thing he files away to think about when he’s got more brain power. "You wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah." Hook climbs onto the bed without further invitation, grabbing for the remote on the bedside table, and Jack resigns himself to something with far more explosions than necessary. He takes a far too quick shower, and emerges to find one of those obnoxious car racing movies on, the ones he has long since lost count of. But it doesn't really matter. He settles up on the pillows next to Hook, and they watch in companionable silence.

Hook falls asleep within the hour, his head tilted back against the headboard, sleepy little sighs slipping past his lips. It happens more often than not, and Jack wonders when, if ever, Hook will figure out that he gravitates to having body heat next to him like a missile. Jack’s never met anyone as miserably lonely as Hook is, especially given how much the man staunchly refuses to do anything to change the situation. But Hook is a familiar tangle, comforting by this point, and the rest…

When Jack reaches for his phone, he's got an unread message from an unknown number. He clicks in.

Make sure to put new ice on in the morning. And think about what I said.

Jack’s eyes slide to the left, but Hook’s still asleep. For some reason, Jack wants to keep this close to his chest for now. He waits a moment, and then another; finally, he thumbs down to the input. He types, very slowly: Okay.

Then he taps into the string of numbers at the top and saves the contact under ‘Darby.’

Jack watches to the end of the movie, full of explosions and gasoline fires and cars screaming off of towers, with Hook muttering nonsense in his sleep next to him and a thousand thoughts racing through his head.

#JungleCorpse #And my love UngleHoo platonic friendship #Why am I like this #God only knows #Sleep deprivation changes a woman

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1800miserablethot · 9 months

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MJF x Adam Cole

Summary: Pretty self explanatory yall lol

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He could feel the embarrassment creep up his spine. It was like he had gotten tossed into the ocean, he could feel the waves of heat flash through his veins. He tried to laugh it off, wiping some of the cake from his face. He turned his gaze towards Adam, who had squatted down beside him, wearing a mischievous grin.

“You got me.” He repeated over and over again, laughing softly hoping that it would convey all the mix emotions he was feeling. Adam said they were friends, friends do this right? Right, they totally do. So everything was ok, Adam was just playing with him. This wasn’t a betrayal and just as panic was about to slither its way into Max’s heart, Adam’s firm fingers found their way under Max’s chin, gently turning his face towards him. Max’s eyes, cake-splattered and wide, never broke away from Adam’s gaze. Time seemed to slow down, watching Adam run his finger delicately over Max’s face, smearing the frosting before maneuvering it into his mouth.

Every little feeling Max was feeling simply washed away, his eyes never breaking away from Adam’s. “Good cake, really good cake.” Adam says, a soft smile spreading across his face. Wiping more remnants of the cake off Max’s face, tasting it again before standing up and getting out the ring. Sauntering up the ramp until he’s no longer in Max’s sight.

Max couldn’t help but smile, his heart felt like it had jumped into his throat. He shook off most of the cake before heading backstage himself, going to his locker room.

He walks over to the mirror, replaying the scene in his head. Seeing his eyes sparkle in his reflection, remembering the way Adam licked the frosting off his fingers. Those blue cloudy eyes looking at his dark brown ones, his tongue playfully peaking out as he licked the frosting off-he shakes his head walking away from the mirror and over to his bag.

He grabs his clothes then goes into the bathroom, putting his clothes down on the sink so he could turn the shower on. Suddenly he hears his phone buzz, he quickly grabs it from the counter. Seeing a text message from Adam. His heart skips a beat as he eagerly unlocks his phone to read the message.

“Hey dude, you free for rooming tonight? Roddy shot me down.”

His face lit up with excitement as he read Adam’s text. The thought of spending more time with Adam outside of their usual interactions sent a wave of happiness through him. He takes a deep breath in, fingers tapping on the screen quickly.

“Sure broski! After a bit we can skedaddle out of here and to the hotel room.”

Max felt a rush of anticipation as he hit send. The idea of sharing a room with Adam made his mind run wild. Maybe they could play video games again, or whatever Adam wanted, he didn’t care as long as it was with Adam. He sits his phone down, stripping out his clothes and stepping into the warm shower.

And after he was done, he quickly dried himself off to get dress. He grabs his phone swiping it open just as Adam’s caller id popped up.

“Hey Max, you almost ready?”

He balances his phone between his shoulder and head, grabbing his ring gear and starts to pack it up in his gym bag. “Yeah bro! Just was um, in the shower from the cake.” He says, laughing awkwardly. “You were in the shower?” He straightens up, clearing his throat. He could feel his ears and cheeks flush softly, “Y-Yeah so um that’s why I was taking so long, but I’m done now.”

The two friends shared a brief laugh over the phone, before Adam hangs up. Grabbing his stuff, Max heads out the locker room and down the hall until he finds Adam next to his rental car. “About time.” Adam joked, opening the car door and getting in along with Max.

“Sorry man didn’t mean to take forever.”

“Don’t be, also your hair looks good wet like that by the way.”

Adam liked his hair? He couldn’t help the smile that played across his lips. “T-Thanks.” He stuttered, trying to even out his voice again as he looks out the window.

Luckily the hotel wasn’t far away. As they pulled up to the entrance, Max eagerly stepped out of the car, reaching for his bag. Making his way into the lobby and up to the front desk, grabbing the keys to his-THEIR room. When they get up to their room, he unlocks the door snickering at the shook look on Adam’s face as he walks in.

“This place is huge..”

“Eh, it’s alright.” He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as he sits his stuff down. “You want anything to eat?” He asks, turning around to face Adam. Already dialing the front desk. “Yeah..how about some cake, since I am the birthday boy after all.”

Max’s eyes meet Adam’s seeing those Icy blues sparkle with mischief. He nods slowly asking for a cake before hanging up the call and collapses onto the bed, reaching for the remote to the tv. “It’s whatever you want, after all like you said it is your birthday.” He says, smiling at Adam before turning on the tv.

With the remote in his hand, he scrolled through the channels, searching for something interesting to watch. His eyes glancing to the edge of the bed seeing Adam sit down on it, his eyes flicker down to the small space in between them. All he had to do was shift an inch and he would be touching-

He jolts slightly at a loud knock to the door, “I got it.” He hears Adam say, watching the older man go over to the door and open it. Allowing the hotel worker in to park the cart in the middle of the room. His mind fuzzes out seeing the cake in the middle of the cart, surrounded by bottles of whip cream and different kinds of syrup.

“Jeez a wheeze man, that’s a lot.” He joked half heartedly, hearing the door close as the worker leaves. “I know, figured you could help me.” Adam says playfully, putting some of the whip cream on the top of his finger before licking it off.

Watching intently, Max feels a twinge of arousal creep up inside him, his eyes lingering on every movement of Adam’s finger. He sits up on the bed, opening his mouth, letting the cool sweetness slide into his mouth, his tongue swirling against Adam’s finger. His breathing becoming bated, seeing Adam put the whip cream can down and reach for the chocolate syrup.

“You want some?” Adam asks innocently, drizzling some of the syrup onto his tongue. Max nods, trying to find any sort of words but any that he was about to come up with disappeared when Adam stood in between his legs. “Open up,” Adam mumbles, his hand firmly tilting Max’s head back as he lets the chocolate syrup ooze onto Max’s tongue and down his throat.

Max moans softly, his eyes trailing up to see Adam’s blue eyes blazing down at him. He licks his lips as Adam pulls the bottle away from his mouth. “Good right?” Adam asks, running his fingers through Max’s curls, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

He leans his head back into Adam’s touch, closing his eyes as he savors the taste of the chocolate still lingering on his tongue. “Y-Yeah,” he hums, his eyes fluttering back open. “You wanna taste the cake?” Adam husks, his grin growing at the agreeing nod Max gestures.

He straightens up, moving his hand away from Max’s hair. Reaching over to the cart, he sits the syrup down and cuts a small slice out of the cake. Max opens his mouth again, feeling the frosting melt against his tongue. He swallows the cake, letting out a long breath.

“You want some more? ” Adam teases, “Can I have more of something else?” He asks trying to even out his breathing, “Like what?” He hears Adam murmur, his grin turning into a small smile. “You, hopefully.” Max whispers, sitting up straighter. Straining his neck up, his lips brushing against Adam’s until they finally connect.

Max loses himself in the kiss, slipping his hands beneath Adam’s shirt, pulling him closer. Letting Adam push him onto his back, feeling the heat radiate off the older man’s body. Oh this was everything he ever wanted a more, anything he had fantasized about didn’t even touch what the real feeling felt like.

He felt lightheaded, hazy, yet his skin felt tingly with every touch from Adam. They break the kiss, allowing Adam to pull Max’s shirt off. Max shivers slightly as the air hits his skin, glancing down as Adam runs those rough hands down his chest. He shifts under Adam’s touch, groaning quietly feeling Adam’s fingertips claw down his chest and stomach leaving faint marks.

“A-Adam,” Max says breathlessly, feeling his dick twitch in his dress pants. “Mmmm?” Adam hums against his lips, trailing his mouth down to Max’s stomach. Sucking on the skin, making Max let out a small cry. He felt so lost in Adam’s touch, like he was floating on cloud nine. Hell this was better than winning the title.

He kicks off his shoes, lifting his hips up, allowing Adam to pull his dress pants and briefs off. Arching his back off the bed, chasing Adam’s lips, god he fucking loved them so much, then suddenly they were gone. His head snaps up, feeling the bed creak as Adam gets up and grab the whip cream again before crawling back onto the bed.

His breath hitching at the feeling of the cold cream being squirted onto his toned stomach. Observing as Adam’s tongue lapped up the sweet cream, traveling up and down Max’s stomach and lower navel. “Look at you..” Max lifts his head up at Adam’s words, seeing a small glisten of pre cum seep down his dick. His face flushes, half lidded eyes meeting Adam’s.

He had to bit his tongue from yelling out when the cooling cream touched his dick before Adam’s warm wet mouth wrapped around it. Bucking his hips up, as his hands tangle into the bed sheets. Oh he really loved this, he loved Adam. Everything took his breath away, made his head swirl on the verge of blacking out especially when Adam sucks hard on his tip.

Just when he was about to tip over the edge, suddenly every feeling left him as Adam pulls away. But just as he opened his mouth to say something, it’s cut off with a loud gasp feeling Adam’s slick fingers slip into him. “D-Did you-are you u-using the syrup as lube?” He asks breathlessly, his chest heaving up and down.

Another groan escapes him when he hears a simple “yep”, god damn this man was going to drive him insane, but fuck it he would let Adam if he truly wanted to because hell he would be lying if he said Adam didn’t already.

“A-Adam please,don’t stop.” Max begs, arching his back as Adam’s fingers sink deeper into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him clench his teeth. “My perfect champ,” Adam hums, nipping at Max’s hip, causing the younger man to throw his head back. “Please fuck me, please I-I want it, need it please,” He chokes out, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Adam chuckles, pulling away from Max. He stands up from the bed, slowly taking off all his clothes grinning at the stupid awe struck look on Max’s face. “You need it, huh?” Adam playfully mocks, climbing back on the bed and in between Max’s legs.

Max swallows thickly, hands moving to Adam’s shoulders trying to bring him close as his breath getting caught in his throat as Adam roughly kisses him. He gasps into the kiss, his nails leaving crescent marks on Adam’s shoulders as Adam slowly thrust into him.

Oh fuck this was everything he ever thought of and more, feeling his entire body tightening around Adam’s length. Why the hell did nobody tell him this would feel this good? His eyes flutter closed as he tried to focus on breathing the best he could, but it was kind of hard considering every time he took in a breath it was knocked right back out by Adam.

The way Adam’s hips were flush against his as he grounded down, it left Max’s mind numb and tingling. And from the soft smile on Adam’s face he could tell that he was probably wearing his heart on his sleeve for Adam but damn he couldn’t care less, he needed this feeling forever.

His tongue poking out on his bottom lip as his head drops back onto the covers. Feeling heat flood his body as his cums spurts on his stomach. “Such a good boy for me,” he whimpers quietly at those words, his head starting to ring, as he spurts more of the cooling fluid onto his stomach.

Adam chuckles breathlessly at the sight under him, his fingers running through his own hair to get it out his face. "That's my champ," he purrs, smirking at the way Max’s glazed watery eyes gaze up at him.

He leans down burying his head into the nook of Max’s neck, whispering more stuff into Max’s ear until it’s abruptly gets interrupted by a gasp as his own orgasm hits him.

They lay there listening to their own panting breaths, Adam runs his fingers through Max’s curls, kissing softly at his neck. “H-Happy birthday, Adam.” He grins, “Thanks, man.”

#adam cole #mjf aew #maxwell jacob friedman #aew wrestling #adam coke x mjf #fanfic #aew dynamite

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pepsitwist · 2 years

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shut up. everyone shut UP. i havent written in YEARS. here’s some sexually charged cmjf

punk readjusted the title belt over his shoulder as he barreled down the twisting and turning hallways backstage at the now arena. he had been here before, he knew that much, but it didn’t make much difference. every venue, every arena, they all blended together in his mind, hometown show or not. even now, he wasn’t retaining any of the information of the doors he passed by on his rampage. all that mattered in that moment was finding the man that ruined his moment.

“max!” his voice echoed off the walls and back into his own ears, the sound somewhat foreign now. it was odd, how he could talk so much, and yet listen to himself so little. the most familiar part was the rage filled tinge to his words, one he could recall in his own tone years upon years ago as he tormented fans and wrestlers alike in various other promotions. it was the same tinge he heard through the speakers days prior when yet another fan successfully riled him up in his darkest hour. that much alone should have scared him, it should have terrified him. but... it didn’t. he didn’t feel afraid, he felt powerful. stronger. ready to take on the world.

“maxwell! get your cowardly fuckin’ ass out here!”

“cowardly, huh? that’s rich, coming from you.”

punk froze midstride, grip tightening around the belt until his blood splattered knuckles turned white. with a deep breath in through his nose, he turned on his heel to face the voice from behind him.

there, a few feet back from the way he had come, stood the one and only maxwell jacob friedman, quite possibly the bane of cm punk’s entire existence. the same stupid fuckin’ smirk tugged at the younger man’s lips. one brow quirked upwards as his eyes scanned over punk’s blood coated torso and pants. “you’re fucking disgusting.”

cm punk’s top lip tugged upwards in a hint of a frustrated snarl. a couple long strides brought him mere inches away from his coworker. the all too familiar scent of maxwell’s cologne mingled with the iron-y tang of punk’s own blood in his nose.

“you think i’m a coward, huh? you? mr. i can’t even come back to work for a day without a secret posse to do my dirty work for me? seriously, wardlow and ftr left you behind and you just bought new friends to use as shields. but they’re not gonna save you when you’re standing across the ring from me again.”

a rumbling hum of amusement left max’s throat in response. punk’s jaw flexed in his rage, and mjf’s gaze visibly followed the movement like a hawk watching over its prey. “you don’t seem to get it, do you, old man?”

punk clenched his free fist, his own eyes migrating down to watch the way max’s adam’s apple bobbed with his words. he could do this, right here right now. wrap his fingers around the other man’s neck and squeeze until he couldn’t speak anymore. he wouldn’t have to listen to max’s voice anymore, he wouldn’t have to deal with the sound grating on his ever shaking nerves. the satisfaction would surely outweigh the consequences. maybe tony would suspend him for a couple weeks, maybe he’d have the title taken off of him, but at the end of it all, it would be worth it to see the fear that would no doubt arise in maxwell’s eyes. wait until he scrambles to claw at punk’s hand, no doubt drawing more blood as his dull nails dig into his skin, but once he let go, he would get to watch him gasp for breath as the finger shaped bruises form around his throat.

“oh i get it,” punk replied through gritted teeth. “i get you. i know how you see the world, i know what you think you are. but you’re not that guy, kid. you’re never gonna be that guy. you’re a fake, friedman. a wannabe. you wish you were me. you try, so damn hard, to be like me, but at the end of the day, you’re always gonna be the same piece of shit fan that thinks he can play with the big boys.”

he expected a flash of hurt, a hint of human emotion, but he found nothing in the eyes that gazed back at him. if anything, max’s maniacal grin only widened. “oh, we’ve been over this, but i’m willing to teach you this lesson. one. more. time.” with each quiet word he spoke, max took a small step forward, until he stood nose to nose with his old hero. he continued to smack his gum, breathing and chewing open mouthed to ensure any breath punk took was one of air he had already breathed. punk’s first instinct when he felt their noses brushing together and smelled the mint on max’s breath was to take a step back, but even still, he wouldn’t have been able to do so even if he wanted to. his feet felt rooted to the floor where he stood. so, when max spoke again, and his lips brushed so slightly against his own, he made no move to change their situation.

“you stupid, stupid old man,” mjf murmured against punk’s own mouth. the blood soaked wrestler considered holding his breath to stave off the all too strong scent of spearmint assaulting his senses. in taking a breath in through his mouth, he swore he too could taste the gum max chewed so relentlessly. “i’m a snake. but most importantly, i’m the devil you could never fucking be. and soon, soon you’ll see that once and for all.”

and with that, mjf turned on his heel and waltzed his way back down the hallway, moving with a confidence and a grace that set punk’s blood alight in his veins. he was gonna kill this damn kid. if it was the last thing he did.

#cm punk #mjf #cmjf #no one fucking talk to me i had to write SOMETHING #self indulgent content

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bayleymania · 2 years

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After 30 years in this business I’ve learned if it doesn’t have anything to do with me I stay the hell out of it. I don’t really care,” Jericho said. “If I had an angle with MJF or if I was involved in the contracts I’d be much more interested in it, but I stay out of it, it has nothing to do with me. Only thing I will say is a contract is a contract. If every athlete in every sport wanted to be paid more now, then what’s the point of having a contract, you know what I mean? We’ll see how it plays out. I’m happy with my contract and I know in a year-and-a-half when my contract is done, we’ll have some negotiations to discuss and that’s how it goes. Until then, I want to do the best performances that I can, put on the best shows and the best stories, keep the people interested happy and excited and when that contract is up, I’ll be rewarded for it. MJF is 25 [actually 26]. He has a lot to learn. He’s not as good as he thinks he is and like I said, it really is nothing to do with me but I’m sure he’ll be back. 18 months is a long time to stay at home and that’s Tony Khan’s prerogative. You’re under contract, you want to stay at home? You can stay at home and not get paid and that’s what happens. We see it happen in other companies and that’s just how it goes. If you didn’t expect that, then why did you sign your contract in the first place?”

When asked about MJF's prospects in WWE, should MJF decide to jump ship, Jericho doesn't believe things would be the same for him as they are in AEW.

“Oh absolutely [his character would be watered down in WWE]. He’s better off staying in AEW. But, again, don’t stick your finger in the light socket. You tell a little kid not to do that and they’re going to do it to see what happens. I’m not going to tell anybody not to go elsewhere because I did it. I did it for years. I did it to come to AEW. I walked away from WWE. When I signed my AEW contract Vince McMahon said ‘Can you get out of it?’ – No, you told me to go here! Same thing happened when I left WCW to come to WWE. Sometimes you got to take a chance and if you believe in yourself and you feel you aren’t getting your dues, then you gotta go elsewhere,”

“He’s not as good as he thinks”. You are right, Jericho. He is even better.

#🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 4 months

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Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (654): Sun 31st Dec 2023

Final day of the year and I’m so knackered that I hope it’s also turns out to be the final day of humanity. In addition to pushing us to the limit by having us do an extra day a week and an extra hour a day they’ve also had us in in days where there is fuck all work to do including Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve. It was so fucking pointless and eventually work agreed with me because they told us we could fuck off at three o’clock. This place is far from perfect but I can’t slag them off too much (even though I have specifically with regards to their refusal to let us listen to music which is completely redacted) because this was the year that they finally realised what a genius and an asset I am to them and made me permanent at last. I stayed off the internet all day so I wouldn’t have the results for World’s End spoiled for me. As soon as I got in I stuck it on and fast forwarded to the main event in order to see who was the Devil and while Adam Cole being the culprit has a few issues (such as why the Hell he waited this long to turn on him when he had innumerable opportunities to do it before now) but I suppose for dramatic purposes it is the best logical creative decision. My only issue is that if they knew Wardlow was going to be in cahoots with Cold a part of this storyline then why didn’t they just have him be the one to beat MJF for the title. It would have been the perfect way to solidify him as a main event and if he bombed as champion they they could just put the belt right back on MJF or put it on Cole instead. Man was looking after Luna tonight and while we were watching some awful Channel 5 show about the top karaoke songs Luna became transfixed by The Macarena and wanted me to teach her how to do it. I can’t do the full thing so I just taught her the basic one but even that seemed pointless because the only bit of the dance she likes is the end but where the dancer shakes their arse around as the singer sings “Heeeey Macarena”. Myself Mam and Luna watched the countdown together but because our internet connection is shit I’m the live feed was fucked so we were doing the countdown to 2024 about twenty seconds into 2024. 2023 was a pretty good year for me as I finally went to WrestleMania, travelled through California, saw the LA Lakers play and got made permanent at work. I’m sure there were more highlights but those were the main ones that made all the lowlights feel worth it. My two main goals for 2024 will be to get into shape at last and to finally finish this fucking Edgar challenge. In terms of big adventures I want to go to Hawaii. It we’ll have to see what my holiday allowance is like after me and the family go to Greece in August. I want to do little things like read more and watch more movies and specifically I want to watch LESS YouTube and spend less time on the internet in general. I want to do stand up at some point, whether that’s as part of the King Gong show or just a random open mic show I find near to me. Also I want to go wing walking and speed dating as those would be fun to write about for this blog. Finally I’d like to start jiu jitsu again but I’ll have to wait and see how these new exercises help my neck. Well so long 2023, I had fun. Let’s do it again some time

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jwgammuto · 2 years

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We’re back with wrestling reviews. Check out my thoughts on last night’s AEW Dynamite.

It’s Thursday and you know what that means! Let’s cut the shit and get right to The Good, The Bad, and the WTF: First Crack at Dynamite Edition.

The Good:

The chaotic action of the main event Trios match between Death Triangle and United Empire. Much as I don’t like wonky endings in AEW matches this was the overall pretty good and the last two minutes or so was predictably filled with insane spots. But I suppose that’s the only point of this entire Trios venture aside from getting more of the 500 AEW talents on tv as much as possible. I’m on record as not caring about the 1000th set of titles in this company and I truly don’t care who wins this thing but the Trios division is like an NBA game. You can watch the last 90 seconds and get all the quality entertainment it has to offer.

Ricky Starks’ promo on Ice Train Hobbs. This felt organic, was filled with passion, and I dug it. This build for All Out has been good and it makes sense unlike quite a bit of the rest of the card. More on that later.

Dax vs Lethal. Can never go wrong with FTR involved and I like Lethal as well. Crowd went bonkers when it was announced that MCMG was teaming with Lethal at All Out to face FTR and Wardlow. Admittedly, i know very little about these guys but the neckbeards love it so I assume it will be an entertaining bout.

The Acclaimed getting a title shot at All Out against Swerve and Lee. Proves TK is paying attention between bumps of cocaine. These guys are crazy over. Not certain they’ll win but they’re certainly deserving.

Moxley’s post match promo. Instead of just bleeding everywhere tonight, this guy solidifies himself as the intense psycho that he is and he belongs at the top of the card. However…

The Bad:

The title match was confusing, awful, and pointless. This was a lot of short term hype for a fart in the wind. Granted, not too many people outside the company really knows what the hell is going on and sometimes that’s the fun of it but I do not buy for one second Punk is re-injured. It’s quite possible AEW still has the Ace yet to be played but if it’s not MJF returning, I can’t imagine I’ll be excited about it. Is Punk quitting? Is he physically done? Did he whine his way into punishment? If he’s still hurt why did he agree to go out there? Wasn’t this one of his massive gripes with WWE? This just plain sucked. No way around it.

Along similar lines, for a company that prides itself on long term storytelling and cohesion, this PPV, their biggest of the year, sure is being thrown together last minute. Starks and Ice Train has been built, Jungle Boy and Christian is boiling, and the Trios title finals is something that’s been planned but the rest of the card is being thrown together in the final couple weeks. Jericho and the American Dragon? Slapped together tonight. Another interim title match, this time for the women? Unavoidable i guess but still slapped together. The tag title match? Last minute decision out of the nowhere. It’s a very odd switch for them. Not that the matches won’t be good, most of them probably will be but they’re not giving the fans any time to invest in the story. It’ll just feel more like a really good episode of Dynamite than a massive payoff event. There isn’t even a world title match set yet. Annoying.

Kip Sabian, if for no other reason than he kind of ruined the main event. Live fans loved it. Ok but that match deserved a cleaner finish. 🤷🏻‍♂️ I’m ok being in the minority here.

Danielson/Garcia/Jericho opening segment. I’m just not into Garcia’s emotional turmoil. Love Jericho. Love BD. They will put on a great match at All Out. Just don’t care at all about this storyline. Put Garcia in the BCC. Leave him in the JAS. I still won’t care.

The WTF:

Britt Baker in another squash match. When was the last time DMD was in a quality feud? She’s the only charismatic woman in the entire division and is the logical choice to win the “interim” title even though I think it would be much more interesting to put the title on Hayter, who is a better worker, and have her feud with Baker. I like Toni Storm and all but that’s a Liv Morgan situation waiting to happen. Don’t make that mistake, TK. Toni does not have the chops to carry a very weak Division.

Billy Gunn vs Colton Gunn. Mr. Ass’s entertaining involvement in this story is limited to Bowen’s screaming “scissor me daddy ass!”

Overall a decent show if not confusing and kind of thrown together following the “talent meeting”. There wasn’t a lot to be offended by with the exception of the ridiculously bad world title match. I suppose AEW got me. I tuned in with excitement about what swerve may be coming and instead I got the Second City Senior Citizen getting treated like Jumpin Jim Powers. Cool. 3.3 out of 5 glasses of the bubblay!

#aew dynamite #pro wrestling

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botchedwriting · 2 years

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MJF: So Go Ahead and Drive Me Insane.

pairing: mjfxfem!reader, platonic (kinda, anyway — squint and you’ll see some flirting).

warnings: none, unless you count max being a brat.

summary: after an error that he insists the hotel made, mjf is left without the suite he booked. the reader comes to the rescue.

word count: 1,644.

“Do you know who I am, bozo?” You could hear Max long before you could see him and you cringed. You’d think after years of working together - both on the indies and now in AEW - you would have gotten used to him berating people, especially those lower on the totem pole and not as quick to defend themselves, but it never became less off-putting. Your pity went out to the poor front desk associate on the receiving end of his ire. Lord knows it was an easy thing to have happen. The wind blowing in the wrong direction was enough to send the man into a frenzy, demanding to speak to the manager and swinging his proverbial dick around. It was an all too common occurrence and you wanted no part of it.

For whatever reason, in these more escalated situations, Max had a tendency to seek you out. Sure, you were diplomatic enough to deescalate things but you never got the vibe that he wanted that. It always seemed to you like he just wanted someone to co-sign his bullshit, to play the devil on his shoulder and encourage his bad behavior. That wasn’t your style. Unlike him, you came from the lower-middle class. There were no hands out, no fancy clothes. You worked for everything you had and, most of the time, work meant minimum wage jobs pandering to customers just like him. You knew from first-hand experience that service workers were critically underpaid, overworked and any mistake made was thanks to human error as opposed to malicious incompetence. You weren’t going to be on his side so why get involved?

With his designer suit-clad back turned towards you, you kept your eyes straight ahead and made your way towards the elevator. You were on track for an easy escape when the associate glanced your way, probably hoping for you to save him. Max followed his gaze, whipping his head around and breaking out into a sly grin.

Damn it, you thought, I was on your side too.

“Hey, toots, come here!” Max bellowed at you. Instead of acknowledging him, you ducked your head and continued on your path. Someone with even an ounce of self-awareness would have realized they were being given the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, that was one trait he did not possess. Instead, his voice got louder and his antics more obnoxious. It was the snapping that irritated you enough to come stomping over.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over at Max before you focused your attention on the hotel employee. “What’s going on?”

“This fucking idiot-” The question wasn’t directed at him, but Max was sure to answer anyway. A sharp look from you shut him up.

“Chill out, I wasn’t talking to you.” Again, you turned towards the employee, offering him a smile as your gaze dropped to his name tag before focusing on his visage. There was no way this kid was even old enough to drink and you were even more annoyed at your co-worker for lambasting him. “Todd,” you said, doing everything in your power to keep your voice even and kind, “What’s the issue?” Help is here now, kid.

“Well, uh,” Todd began, his voice practically dripping with anxiety, “we, uhm...” He trailed off as his gaze met Max’s. The older man was scowling now, chest puffed up and just as agitated as before. Sensing you were losing him, you tapped a manicured nail against the top of the desk, grabbing his attention. You nodded at him to continue. “We don’t have a reservation here under Mr. Friedman’s name.”

Max scoffed. “Bullshit!” He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the confirmation right here.” He didn’t pull it up, but he still shoved the phone in Todd’s face. “Tell him I should be here! Tell him I’m not some fucking rando, okay? I’m with the same God damn company everyone else who booked a room at this shit hole works for.”

The tirade was going to continue so before Max got the chance, you spoke again. “There’s no available rooms right now?” Reluctantly Todd shook his head. “Okay,” you breathed, wracking your brain for a solution. “What about the other hotels near here?”

“Well, because of the show...” He didn’t even need to say it. Double Or Nothing was a big event. With fans coming in from all over anywhere nearby would be booked too.

You knew you couldn’t just leave Max out here to harass this kid. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. I checked in earlier today.” Like he was supposed to, you wanted to add but didn’t. If Max could just follow one single normal procedure maybe this could have been caught before it was late at night and options were slim. “He’ll room with me tonight and tomorrow we’ll see if we can figure something else out, okay?” Todd nodded, confirming he was on board (as if he cared, all he wanted was this maniac away from him) so you looked over at the other member of this confirmation. “Seriously, Max, no more arguing. Let’s go.”

You turned and started, again, towards the elevator but stopped not long after when you realized he wasn’t following. He stood in the same spot, gaze flickering from his luggage to you and then back again. You knew what he was asking without him having to say it. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m grabbing your bags. Get them yourself so we can go.” You paused. “Please.”

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With only minimal complaints from your temporary roommate, you managed to get the both of you not only out of the lobby but in your hotel room. With the door shut and the bags on the floor, you made quick work of grabbing one pillow off the bed and setting it up on the sofa. Playing the good hostess, you looked over your shoulder at Max as you fluffed it. “Let me know if you need a blanket or something.”

“Excuse me?” He was incredulous, almost mocking and you stood up straight, shoulders stiffening as you now gave him your full attention. “I am not sleeping on that thing.” Okay, sure, it wasn’t the fanciest of accommodations. Something you knew he expected and was most definitely used to. But, last you checked, beggars couldn’t be choosers. “This isn’t the suite with a view that I booked. It’s bad enough I have to settle for... this. But now you want me to sleep on the couch? I won’t fit.”

“Jesus Christ, Max! Okay, what do you suggest then?” You’d do anything to placate him so you could end this conversation and get some rest.

“I get the bed and you sleep on the couch.” You stand corrected: not anything.

“That’s not happening. This is my room so it’s my bed.” Maybe you should have left him in the lobby. He could have been literally anyone else’s problem but you made him yours.

“If it’s yours, that makes me your guest, and what kind of monster doesn’t make sure their guest is comfortable?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you before he kicked his shoes off. Hopping on top of the covers, he leaned back against the headboard and smirked. “Unless you plan on joining me, it’s about time I get my beauty sleep.”

“Fine! Scooch over.” You snatched up the pillow you’d just put down and threw it in the direction of the bed, purposely aiming for his surprised face. He definitely didn’t expect you to take him up on that. “I’m going to get changed and then you’re gonna let me get some sleep.”

With that, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. In desperate need of rest, you just threw your hair up and changed into your most conservative pajamas. The kind of guest you had tonight didn’t need to be impressed by your appearance.

When you returned, you spotted Max’s fancy suit jacket hung carefully over the back of the couch with the rest of his outfit meticulously folded next to it. Surprised, and suddenly worried about what you were about to see, you spun around, letting out a relieved sign when you saw him sitting on the bed in a pair of sweats and an AEW t-shirt. Rid of his pretentious attire, he almost looked approachable. “I didn’t know if you preferred the left or right, so I figured I’d wait for you before getting too comfortable. Wouldn’t want you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“You’re fine where you are.” You appreciated the gesture but you had no preference. You’d sleep upside down if it meant you’d get to rest. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do..” You trailed off, grabbing the first pillow you saw and putting it right in the middle of the mattress, creating a little barrier. “No crossing your side, got it?”

He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Finally getting under the covers, he gave you one last look. “You’re the one who needs to worry about keeping their hands to themselves. No woman can resist all this.”

Settling in for the night yourself, you shook your head, the snarky retort you had never left your lips. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself. Goodnight, Max.”

The two of you were curled up on your sides, back to back with a flimsy piece of bedding in between. The silence had barely settled before Max was speaking again. “Hey, toots?”

“Mhm?” You hummed, lacking the energy to even complain about the pet name he’d bestowed upon you when you’d first met.

“You really saved my ass tonight. I just wanted to say I appreciate y - it.” He actually sounded sincere and you smiled into the darkness.

“You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t go to sleep...”

#mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman imagine #aew imagine #mjf drabble #maxwell jacob friedman drabble #aew drabble #wrestling imagine #wrestling drabble #botchedwriting

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youngbuckisms · 8 months

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“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” (for Darby/Max 💀🧣)

Kissing Strangers ( Darby Allin x MJF ); drabble

Words: 892

Warnings: Some suggestive(?) themes

Notes: still haven’t remembered what ship name we had given them, but god I still love this ship. I didn’t really read over this one, so they’re probably defiantly some mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t Maxwell’s thing, really. A big “after party” at a disgusting bar with a bunch of people he worked with, drinking cheap booze, and watching all his coworkers stumble around the dance floor like idiots. He never went to these things when they were arranged after shows.

Yet, here he was. Sat at the bar, sipping a scotch that tasted cheap, an arm propped on the bar top as he scanned all the bodies dancing against one another. He wondered why he chose to come here, to put himself through this. Maxwell refused to talk to anyone, refused to dance, and barely even gave any of them a glance. So, what was the point of even coming? Well .. he knew exactly the reason he came.

As his eyes scanned over everybody, they would fall on the whole reason he came — Darby fucking Allin. The man was the one to invite him, much to his surprise, insisting he would like it. Maxwell wanted to say no, tell Darby he was an idiot for even inviting him, but the words came out before his brain could process and he agreed almost immediately.

Maxwell watched as the other man’s hips moved, how his body would glide against the stranger he had found, dancing against him. And from the looks of it, the stranger was enjoying it, hands all over Darby’s hips and slipping up underneath that baggy shirt. Maxwell could only imagine how his fingers might be brushing over Darby’s abs, feeling over his muscles, grabbing those small hips. Watching the display, he could feel a twang of .. jealousy?

He thought of turning away, forcing his eyes to look elsewhere. Maybe to Daniel who was desperately trying to teach Adam how to dance, or simply just move his hips a little more gracefully. Or even to Nick and Matt who were dancing like idiots as if they’ve been drinking the most, when neither of them have had a sip.

But instead, Maxwell’s gaze was locked on Darby. He visibly tensed as he watched the skater shift to pull the stranger into a kiss, rough and careless. He hated the sight, watching Darby make out with a complete stranger. It made his jaw clench, fingers tight around the small glass holding his cheap drink. His eyes would tear away from the sight, forcing himself to look inside his glass rather than out into the bar.

“Sitting around all by yourself?” Maxwell picked his head up when he heard the familiar voice. He wasn’t sure how long he had been looking down at his glass, but it had been long enough for Darby to finish his make out apparently.

“Yeah.” Came the response, short and rather snappy, which did take Darby by surprise especially considering the fact that Maxwell seemed rather excited earlier (or at least as excited as someone like Maxwell could be over going to a bar).

“Why are you mad?” Darby’s words sounded genuine, brows slightly knit together as he dipped his head down slightly to catch Maxwell’s gaze.

“I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” Looking over at Darby, irritation written over his features, it was then that Darby realized where the shortness was coming from, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re jealous of me kissing strangers?” The skater asked with a hum, leaning forward until their noses were almost touching. It left Maxwell’s breath hitched, though he was glad the music was loud enough to thankfully keep that fact hidden.

“I am not jealous.” He practically growled the words, knuckles white from the hold he had on the glass, only for the hold to ease when he felt the tattooed hand of Darby against his thigh.

“Admit it. You were jealous.” His tone was teasing, a smirk playing on his lips and Maxwell wanted nothing more than to slap it off of him.

“I’m not admitting shit.” The champion spoke, expecting more teasing from the skater. But instead, he kept lips pressed to his own, a kiss that was rough and passionate. Blue eyes were closed, no longer piercing into his own. Maxwell hesitated just for a moment, before he would return the kiss, exchanging the same energy right back to Darby. It caused their teeth to bump together, against one another’s lips, the tattooed hand giving Maxwell’s thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Admit it,” Darby spoke just loud enough for Maxwell to hear, breaking the kiss so suddenly that it actually caught the man by surprise.

“Fine.” But nothing came after. And for a moment, Darby thought of pulling away, of leaving to go back to his stranger, but he just knew that the simple ‘fine’ was as close as he was ever going to get to Maxwell admitting his jealousy.

“I’ll take it.” Darby hummed, connecting their lips in a kiss once more, one that Maxwell didn’t hesitate to return this time. No, this time he was more confident, more eager with hands grabbing at the hips of Darby underneath his shirt hard enough to leave red marks where his fingertips were.

Darby just knew they would be asked one hundred questions back at work, but he couldn’t seem to care very much as he practically sat in Maxwell’s lap. For now, he would enjoy his night with the devil.

#darby allin x mjf #mjf x darby allin #mjf/darby allin #darby allin/mjf #💀🧣#darmax? darbax?

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josiewrites · 2 years

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First and Best

Max’s girlfriend has decided she’s willing to let Max be her first time. Request for @cuzimacomedian

Pairing: MJF/Reader

Genre: Fluffy smut

Warnings: Max is a total simp

Tag list babes: @writtingrose, @abadamn, @rubyred1980, @letmebeawesome, @brittsdmd, @unlikelywrestlingfan, @rollynchwhore, @cuzimacomedian, @demonqueen29, @auburnwrites, @thebestintheworld, @elitehoe

"You're sure about this?" Max asked for the tenth time that night. "I don't want you to feel like you need to."

She giggled, grasping his hand. "Yes, Max. I'm very sure."

They were curled up on his couch, the show they had on for background noise playing softly. His free hand was mindlessly playing with her hair, slight worry in his dark eyes. "I just don't want you to feel pressured."

She smiled up at him, recounting the day's events in her mind: the perfect dinner, the park, even now. "I've never been more sure," she whispered. She sat up slightly, pulling his gaze to hers. "Please, Max. This is absolutely what I want."

After a slight pause, Max nodded and stood, his hand never leaving hers. "Then I promise, I'm going to make your first time incredible." He gently lifted her in a bridal carry as though her weight was nothing, causing her to giggle as he walked them both to the bedroom.

"I don't doubt that, Max," she said softly as he laid her on the bed, fingers in her hair as he kissed her. Her heart swelled as his hands roamed her body slowly, learning every inch, every curve.

He buried his face in her neck, nipping and sucking gently as he pulled her shirt up, baring her breasts to him in their lace bra. "Absolutely beautiful," he breathed, kissing a trail from her throat to the valley of her chest as he reached behind her to unhook her bra.

She smiled up at him as he sucked in a breath, his eyes never leaving her breasts. Her smile began to falter as she couldn’t read his face. “Is something wrong?” She felt her face grow red, and she covered her chest with her arms.

Gently gripping her wrists, Max moved her arms, allowing him to take in her body again as he pulled off his own shirt. “Nothing at all,” he whispered, his voice full of reverence as his fingers traced over her skin. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, plucking at her taught nipples and smiling at the moans she answered with. “God, I’m so lucky.”

Capturing her lips in a rough kiss, he made quick work of her pants and underwear, sliding two fingers along her folds. “You’re soaking wet for me, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “You that excited for me to be your first?” Instead of letting her answer, he plunged two fingers into her core, drawing an excited gasp from her. "You feel so good," he murmured as he kissed her neck, pumping his fingers experimentally.

"Max," she moaned, rocking her hips against his hand, his palm rubbing against her aching clit.

"That's right, baby," Max praised, freeing his rigid cock with his other hand. "My name sounds so good when you moan like that." Pushing off his pants, he gently removed his fingers from her, drawing a small whine from her. "Don't worry," he whispered, licking the taste of her from his hands and humming at her taste. "Fuck, you taste so good. Ready for me, baby?"

"Yes," she whimpered, the feeling of his tip nudging against her core causing her to tremble. "Please, Max, please."

He kissed her gently, his length teasing along her folds. "You tell me if it's too much, okay baby?" She murmured a small affirmative, and he gently pushed inside her. "You feel so good baby," he said softly, slowly pushing himself inside her fully.

"Oh fuck, Max!" Her back arched up off the bed as he seated himself in her fully, dragging her nails along his back. Though there was a slight bit of pressure at first, his mouth and fingers on her breasts eased that away until only pleasure remained. Looking up into his dark brown eyes, she had never felt more connected to him, more…in love.

"You doing okay, baby?"

His voice brought her back to the moment, and she smiled up at him. "Yes, Max," she said, kissing him gently. "It feels so good. Please move, Max. Please."

Smiling down at her, he trapped her lips beneath his, his tongue probing her mouth as he thrusted slowly into her. His fingers tangled in her hair as her legs wrapped around his waist, he picked his pace up slightly. "God, baby, you feel so good." Contrary to the persona he's known for, he couldn't stop praising her. Telling her just how good she felt, how she was taking him so well, how she fit him so perfectly.

"Oh god, Max, please," she whimpered, feeling the heat and pressure build inside her. "Max, I-ah-I…"

"Yes baby," he whispered, his lips against her throat. "Come for me baby. I want to feel you come on my cock." He sucked a mark to the surface of her skin as she bucked her hips against him frantically, finally stilling and crying out as she felt herself coat his cock in her slickness. "Good girl, baby," he praised through gritted teeth as he thrusted a few more times. "Now open your mouth princess." He pulled out of her, stroking himself as she wrapped her lips around his tip, gripping her hair as he shot his thick warmth into her mouth. "Good girl," he whispered as she swallowed his seed.

"Thank you, Max," she said as she curled up into his bare chest, peppering it softly with kisses. "That was incredible. Thank you for making my first time incredible."

"Thanks for trusting me, baby," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I love you so much, babe."

#josiewrites #mjf fic #aew fic

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