#mjf one shot

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcanons

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

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

Main Masterlist Part 2

Billy Gunn

When you told Billy you were pregnant he was shocked

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

He was scared but exited

Sure it was a suprise but what was he expecting

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

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

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

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

Cash Wheeler

When Cash found out you were pregnant he was beyond exited

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two of them would grow up to be best friends

CM PUNK

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

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

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

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

You were scared and he was terrfied

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

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

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

David Finlay

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

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

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

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

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

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

He coudn't wait to be a dad

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

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

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

Maxwell Jacob Friedman

When you told Max you were pregnat he almost fainted

Sure he wanted kids but not now

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

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

When he returned it was like he was a diffrent man

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

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

Max would spoil your child with expensive things and designer clothing

He would end up being a great father

An: I hope you enjoyed it!

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[champcargill]

✨ MJF x Female!Reader fluff. Feedback is welcome — still a work in progress but hoping to finish by Xmas or New Years. This is my first writing since late 2019 — writer's block hit heavy (snippet below):

"Sure Thing" — MJF x Female!Reader Context: The four times Max knew he was in love with you and the fifth time when he finally admitted it.

[I: The First Time]

He stopped at a sketch, hidden meticulously in the back of the thick pad and marked differently from the others. It would’ve been easily missed if he had been distracted. His brow furrowed, analyzing the outline of the model and the clothing it wore: white trunks patterned with stripes in khaki, red, and black.

“This model looks a lot like me. (y/n/n), did you—” 

Max thought back to the particular late nights in your basement three years earlier, as the finishing touches were put on a formal design made for a recent fashion competition: you directing him on where to tack needles on your mannequin as another horror movie played on the television in the background. He listened to your own wide-eyed dreams: designs in the biggest magazines, decorating shelves in the fanciest stores, your clothes on the hometown runways of New York, going international in Paris. Even before you had him try on the finished piece, the stacks of filled sketchbooks already told Max you were destined for something far greater.

“Surprise! You’ll need something else to wear besides shorts and a t-shirt once your training is complete.” 

“We can’t be sure I’ll be that good at this yet.”

“You wouldn’t have been talking about this nonstop for the last four years if you weren’t. I’m still thinking of a few other designs with you in mind.”

Time had stopped, if only for a brief moment, with the echoes of training sessions and the distant chatter of fellow wrestlers all fading into an otherworldly silence. Max blushed, eyeing the sketch once more, a rush of emotions swelling within him as he took in the notes scribbled on the side of the drawing: which materials wouldn’t trigger his allergies, strategically placed accents and the more intricate details only known from each late-night conversation. He could feel your head lean against his shoulder, your hand resting on his leg, waiting for him to speak. 

“Hello? Earth to Max.”

#aew #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #aew x reader #mjf x reader #mjf imagine #aew imagine #mjf one shot #aew one shot #writing in progress

[dirtywrestling]

MJF - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

A Helping Hand -💦

Summary: MJF gives you a helping hand with your Only Fans. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Mile High Club -💦

Summary: Your boyfriend, MJF makes you both members of the Mile High Club. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

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[smartycvnt]

Two Bros and a Baby

Title: Two Bros and a Baby

Pairing: MJF x Reader

Word Count: 886

"Are you sure that you're okay? You look kind of uncomfortable," Max's voice was full of genuine concern and care. If someone would have told Ash that the guy she had been hatefucking a year prior would be doting on her hand and foot, she would have never believed them.

"I'm fine," Ash reassured him. "Relax, go have your match. I'll be right back here after you win."

"Kiss for good luck?" Max asked. Ash leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. She was careful not to leave any of her lipstick on him. Max placed his hand on Ash's stomach, and the fetus inside moved towards him immediately.

Ash smiled to herself at the knowledge that when their child was born, they would love Max. He had been so nervous about being a father, but Ash didn't think that he had any reason to be. Max had completely changed his attitude towards their relationship and stepped up in ways that Ash didn't know he was capable of.

"Good luck out there man. I'll keep an eye on her," Adam said. Max smiled and thanked him quickly before going out there. Adam helped Ash over to sit by a monitor, knowing that she'd want to watch Max's match. It wasn't a title match, but it was the start of a new feud.

"Shit," Ash winced. Adam shot her a concerned look, one that Ash was in the middle of brushing off when she felt her water break. "Fuck. Adam, I need to get out of here."

"You're not? It's not time, is it?" Adam asked. He looked incredibly freaked out, not that Ash could blame him.

"It is," Ash confirmed. Adam sprung into action and ran to get one of the doctors in the arena. Ash was unsurprised when he came back with Britt and an EMT. Everything after that happened so quickly that Ash realized she never got the chance to have someone tell Max where she went. Surely, his match was over by the time that she had arrived at the hospital.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Adam asked. He was holding Max's place as the doctors waited for Ash to dialate some more.

"Where's Max?" Ash asked.

"He's on his way now. Don't worry about that or anything else," Adam reassured her. Ash appreciated it, but it didn't help that Adam looked super nervous. Between the doctors talking amongst themselves and the uneasy look on Adam's face, Ash was on the verge of a panic attack.

It only got worse each moment that Max was kept away from her. They had a plan for the birth. Ash would happily accept whatever drugs they offered her, and Max would try his best to help deliver the baby. He had even gone as far as to watch a couple of videos and take classes on what to do.

"I am afraid that we can't wait much longer. This baby wants out, and to avoid any complications, we're going to have to try a c-section," the doctor said.

"I'll let Max know when he gets here," Adam said. Ash watched him leave the room as the doctors prepared her for the procedure. Ash was terrified that Max wouldn't get there in time, but as she was wheeled out of her room, she swore that she saw him in the hallway waiting for her.

"I'll be right out here, baby!" Max called out. He followed Adam to the waiting area, glad that someone was there to sit with him. Max couldn't fathom being alone while he waited to make sure that the loves of his life were okay. He couldn't raise a baby without Ash, it wasn't even something that he was willing to think about trying.

"Hey man, are you doing okay?" Adam asked. He sat down next to Max and placed his hand on the back of Max's shoulder. Adam was worried about Max. He had been for quite some time, but it wasn't until recently that Max had begun to show his nervousness.

"I'll be fine. Ash is going to be fine, so I'll be fine. The baby will come out healthy, and there are tons of guys who can give me pointers about being a good dad," Max reasoned. Adam wasn't quite sure what to say to him, but luckily, he wasn't alone in waiting for Ash.

"You're right Max," Britt spoke up. Max and Adam looked over towards her, both with thankful looks on their faces. "And if you guys need any help, Adam and I will always be there for you."

"I'm right here, by your side. I want to help you be the best version of yourself Max, I really do," Adam said. There was a moment of silence in the waiting room before Max turned and pulled Adam into a hug. Max had never had a friend like Adam, someone who genuinely seemed to love and support Max.

"I love you man," Max muttered. Adam didn't say anything back to him, but Max didn't mention it, assuming that Adam just didn't hear him. There were more pressing matters at hand anyway, ones that kept a blanket of tension in the air until the doctors came in to announce that Max's son had been born.

#one shot #my writing #aew x reader #aew #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #mjf

[claymorexpunisher]

Take It Out On Me (18+Drabble)

Pairing(s): MJF/Fem. Reader

Summary: Max takes his grievances regarding Khan out on the reader… Reader’s not exactly complaining. 

Tags: 18+, oral sex (male receiving), cock worship, dom/sub dynamic, hair pulling (if you blind you might miss it lol), mask/costume.

Word Count: 474

Tony fucked up.

He fucked up by not treating Max as what he was- one of the greatest decisions AEW could have ever made.

After Max’s return at All Out it seemed like all the frustration and anger that he felt for Tony came bubbling up to the surface once more.

The flame of excitement that flared up in my chest and between my legs at the feeling of his firm grip settled on my thigh, intensified with every stroke of his gloved hand against my warm, quivering body.

I was fully prepared and willing for Max to take his grievances with Tony out on me.

The devil mask that greeted me every time I dared bring my gaze to Max’s made my legs spread further, seemingly by their own accord.

‘’Did I tell you to spread your legs?’’ Max practically barked at me, tilting his head.

His imposing stature along with the sinister mask made me freeze, goosebumps arising all throughout my body.

‘’N-no, sir.’’ I shook my head, waiting with bated breath for his next move.

‘’Kneel.’’ He answered, watching me like a hawk as I sunk down to my knees in front of him without hesitation.

The soft sound of approval Max released had me mentally preening and I knew my eyes had to be glazed over as he threaded his fingers through my hair and he suddenly yanked my head back, making me meet the vacant, dark eye sockets of the mask he wore.

‘’So, you do know how to follow directions. Good.’’ Max said before unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock nudge my waiting lips.

It took everything in me to not snake out my tongue and taste him, but he clearly didn’t care to wait.

‘’Get to work. And make it good or you’re not coming tonight. Got it?’’ he snarled, pulling harder on my locks for emphasis.

I nodded before I remembered to use my words.

‘’Yes, sir.’’ I replied before taking his length into my mouth.

The only encouragement I received as my mouth licked, sucked, and slurped around Max’s cock were quiet grunts of desire and approval, and squeeze against the back of my neck every so often.

But it was enough.

His words were biting and rash, but he didn’t correct the way I took my time pleasing him.

We knew each other’s tells like back of our hand by now.

I knew he just wanted to feel appreciated.

Worshipped.

With that in mind, I took him as far as I could, only choking for half a second before I willed myself to relax.

At that, I heard Max groan in pleasure, letting me know in that second that my instincts hadn’t failed me.

That earlier tension he had met me with began to slowly melt away and I reveled in it…

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[wrestling-all-the-time]

Sicktember 2022 - Day 25

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 189

~

Max and I finished eating in catering before heading back to his locker room. He still had a bit before he was needed for his segment so we made ourselves comfortable. I resumed my TikTok scrolling while Max scrolled Twitter.

It wasn't long after that that I started to feel that all too familiar burning sensation in my chest. Acid reflux was something I had been dealing with for a little over a month. It wasn't horrible but it did get annoying.

Max got up from where he was sitting.

"Where are you going," I asked.

He went over to where his duffle bag was. Clearly looking for something.

"Here," Max said once he found what he was looking for.

He tossed me a bottle of antacid tablets.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"You started rubbing at your chest," Max said. "I've noticed you start doing that when the reflux starts."

"Have you always carried these with you?" I asked.

"No, but I started to so I had them if you needed them," Max said.

"That's surprisingly sweet of you," I said before taking one of the tablets.

#sicktember 2022 #aew #aew one shot #aew drabble #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #mjf x reader #wrestlingoneshot

[wildchildvdm]

Ladyship's Masterlist

Hello there this is my very first masterlist I ever did. I will pin it on my blog so you can read: enjoy.

Wattpad: MamiOfInfamy

AO3: MamiOfInfamy

OCs Round Up: Here

WWE

Damian Priest:

Shatter: The One Shot [Damian Priest x Female!OC] Castigo y Pecado [Damian Priest y Female!OC]

Il Ballo della Vita [Die Familie - SelfInsert ON KAYFABE] - Chapters here

AEW

Maxwell Jacob Friedman/MJF: Criminal [MJF x Female!OC]

#wwe #nxt #nxt uk #wwe fanfiction #nxt fanfiction #masterlist #one shot #ladyship masterlist #njpw #bullet club war dogs #dan moloney #drilla moloney #aew #charlie dempsey #william regal #mjf #damian priest #rohan raja #teoman #NXT UK #NXT Europe

[vonkarma2]

the mjf cameo in the iron claw

#it was so funny I loved it. there was no reason for it to be him whatsoever #mjf in the iron claw no lines no significance in literally ONE shot and he wasn’t even the focus of it. perfect #they barely even showed his face which is also ideal #<though ofc that served both to focus on professional wrestling’s physicality and spectacle #adding to its use as a metaphor for masculinity #and also. to keep the focus of the shot on zac efron

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Rainy Day

MJF X Fem Reader

Summary: Max forgets to pick you up after work, leaving you stranded in the rain

Word count: 547

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

I fucked up, this time I really fucked up and I wasn’t sure if Y/n would forgive me for this one. Y/n and I have been dating for a few months now and I really do think that she might be the one, that is if we are still together after this. I’ll admit I’m not the best boyfriend, never have probably never will. I never really did relationships, for me it was a waste of time, that was until I met Y/n. She was a rey of sunshine, radiating positive energy. Everyone loved her, she was gorgeous, kind, and would do anything for anyone. Maybe that’s why I fell in love with her, I will never quite understand what she saw in me. 

Currently it is a miserable rainy day in Newark, a typical November day. I was sitting at home when I got a call from a very angry Y/n, I may or may not have forgotten to pick her up from work. She called me claiming that she has been standing in the rain for the past 15 minutes and that I wasn’t there yet. So I got in the car and sprinted to go get her. When I finally got there I was greeted by a poor miserable wet and cold Y/n. Her hair was all wet and her mascara had smudged under her eyes. A part of me felt bad but to be honest it was funny. 

“Your late” Y/n said angrily as she entered through the passenger seat

“I know I’m sorry” I told her, holding my hands up to surrender 

“I have been waiting 30 minutes Max, if you weren't coming you should have told me. I could have taken the subway or something” 

“Ew, no. The subway is filled with poors” Why would someone ever want to take the subway

“I’m really mad at you Max” Y/n told me “Do you even know how cold it is? I’m pretty sure it’s going to snow tonight. I’m going to get sick now because of you” 

“I said I’m sorry alright I forgot!!!” I know I’m not the best boyfriend but I’m trying to be better. Y/n has made me a better person, though I still need to improve. 

The rest of the car ride was silent, the only sound coming from the cars passing and people walking on the street.Though it was a comfortable quiet, soon enough we entered the driveway, sitting for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to exit the warm car. 

Y/n was first to break the silence. “My Hair!!!” She yelled when she finally saw her reflection in the car mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. “THIS IS NOT FUNNY MAX! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT LOOK ME TO STRAIGHTEN!” Y/n yelled, referring to her natural curls that popped out. She was mad I knew that, I was nervous she would end things after all the mistakes I kept making. 

“How about this, I’ll make you a nice hot bubble bath with your favourite bath salts and candles. In exchange for you not to put a pillow over my head in my sleep” Sure this peace offering would do the thing. Nothing. “I’ll open a nice bottle of champagne and we can order your favourite pizza place?!” Nothing “I’ll pay for you to get your hair re-done?” Please work

“Deal” 

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[deepdisireslonging]

STFU

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

Pairing: MJF x Valet!Reader

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

Word Count: 3160

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

“STFU” by Kailee Morgue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never.”

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

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

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

“My turn.”

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

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

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

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

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

Max sneered. “Are you done?”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It cut into your usual nerves of steel. 

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

Suddenly the silence was sharp. 

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

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

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

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

“Slut.”

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

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

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

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

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

The first went around his mouth, of course. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

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

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

“Just kidding.” 

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

“Bitch.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe they should know-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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Masterlist

Other MJF Fics:

A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

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[aalyssah]

A Little Talk

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,318

Summary: You go to work sick, after Tony threatens to fire you, but Max doesn’t let that slide one bit.

A/N: Maxy Waxy defending us against TK. How cute. Hope You Enjoy!

The moment you woke up, you knew you were sick. The way you felt hot, but also cold at the same time didn't go unnoticed. As well as the fact you could barely breathe because of your nostrils being stuffed.

You wanted to stay home, but knowing Tony, he would tell you to come to work unless it was an emergency. Plus, you have a match against Toni Storm for her title in Rampage. Your first title shot after 2 years of working with AEW and you weren’t gonna let this go.

But still you tested your luck, calling Tony’s number. “Hello Y/n, what can I do for you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but a sneeze came out. “Yeah, I’m not feeling so well. Do you think I can stay home, and you can reschedule my match?”

You could hear Tony taking a deep breath. “Are you serious? We planned this match for weeks! All this drama just for you to call out at the last minute? No, you can’t have the day off, you are to come to this arena and we will have a talk.” Before you could argue back, he hung up.

You groggily got out of bed and got ready before driving to the arena. You walked down the halls with your bags, nervous for what’s to come. You knocked on the door, revealing him.

You took a seat, waiting for him to speak. “So what’s this sick mess? Did you get checked out.” You shook your head. “No, but I don’t feel good. I think I’m sick, probably a cold.” Tony looked at you up and down, taking in your disheveled form. “Well I can’t reschedule anything, so you’re gonna have to go out there and fight.”

You wanted to protest, you wanted to argue back and say no, and that’s exactly what you did. “Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m not going out there. I don’t want to risk getting other people sick.” Tony stood up, slamming his hand on his desk. “No, you will go out there and fight! I don’t care about how you feel and if you say otherwise, I will fire you!”

You jumped at his booming voice, wiping your nose. “Yes sir.” You quickly exited his office, walking down the hall. You stood there against the wall, breathing heavy. You hate when people yell at you. Just then, the sound of people walking by caught your attention.

“Wow, look at that boys. It’s Y/n.” You rolled your eyes at the sound of Sammy’s voice, along with Jake Hager. “I don’t have time for y’all.” You tried to walk away, but Jake grabbed your wrist. “Awe, don’t go now. Stay a little, yeah?”

You harshly snatched your wrist out his hold. “Don’t touch me.” Sammy faked pouted. “Why are you so snappy? Are you on your period, or did Max break up with you.” You felt a hurt at Sammy’s question. “Aye dipshits, get away from my girl and go back to your Daddy, Jericho.” The sound of Max’s voice put a smile on your face.

Sammy and Jake left, not wanting to deal with Max. You turned around and looked at him. “God you look awful.” A frown formed on your face at his statement. “Well thanks for the ‘compliment’.” Sarcasm was laced in your voice as you let out a breath.

Max began to ramble about his upcoming match against Adam Cole, but mid sentence you let out a sneeze. He froze, looking at you. “You okay?” You nodded your head, letting him continue, but before he could say 5 words, you were put in a coughing fit.

Your throat was hurting with how hard you were coughing. You fanned yourself, feeling hot, but you had goosebumps on your body. Max let out a scoff. “How did you even get sick? You look ugly, come here." He held a hand out, dragging you to his locker room.

He sat you down on the couch, taking his suit jacket off and placing it on your body. “Rest, take a nap or something, and I’ll go get some soup.” As he walked to the door, you grabbed his hand. “No, I can’t sleep. I have a match against Toni for her title, and if I don’t go out there I’ll-”

Max cut off your rambling. “Woah, calm down, babe. You’ll be alright, I’m just gonna get some soup and tell TK you can’t wrestle.” Your eyes grew wide in somewhat fear. “No don’t, he’ll fire me!” Max froze in his spot, looking at you. “Like hell he will.” Max then left the room, leaving you worried.

Your leg bounced as you bit your nails, waiting for him. Max came through the door with a bowl, steaming with smoke. “Here, eat this.” He handed you the bowl and watched as you took a spoon full of juice and chicken.

“Mm, this is good. Thank you, but I have to talk to Tony.” You couldn’t even set the bowl down when Max stopped you. “Y/n, I swear if you put that bowl down, I’ll fire you myself. Don’t worry about him, I’m gonna have a talk with him. Everything will be fine.”

He ushered you to eat and stood up. “Don’t leave this locker room.” His stern voice had you nodding your head. Max walked down the halls. With a mad expression on his face. How dare Tony threaten to fire you?

He didn’t even knock when he got to his office, busting down the door. “What the hell?” Tony mumbled under his breath, attention snapping towards Max. “Maxwell, it’s good to see-”

Max stopped Tony’s happy greetings. “Don’t act all nice now. What’s all this about you saying you were gonna fire my girl?” Tony straightened up in his chair, finally realizing Max’s anger. “Yes I did say that. She’s trying to call out on the day to an important match and I can’t have that.” Max was taken back at how harsh Tony sounded.

“Well what I can’t have is my girlfriend putting her health on the line while sick all because her dick of a boss wants money.” Tony felt anger rise in his body. “Don’t talk to me like that! Y/n needs to stop making excuses and bust her ass out there like everyone else.”

Max chuckled darkly, as Tony insulted you. In a flash Max had hold of Tony’s shirt collar, pulling him close to his face.

“Don’t ever talk about Y/n like that. If you want to fire her you’re gonna have to fire me and let’s be honest. You’re NOTHING without me. I am the top guy of this company and we all know that when I left the first time.”

Tony gulped in fear, from the grip Max had on him and the thought of him leaving the company. He shakily held his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, we can talk about this.” Max glared at him. “No, there's nothing to talk about. Either you reschedule the match or we’re leaving.”

Tony escaped from Max’s grip pulling out his booking notepad. “L-let’s see, does next week sound good?” Max stayed silent, but nodded his head before walking out. Tony let out a breath he didn’t know he had. Max proudly walked back to the locker room, seeing you halfway asleep.

“Good news, babe. Your match is next week.” You sat up, eyeing him suspiciously. “What did you do?” Max held his hands up. “Don’t worry about that, just know you’re not getting fired and your match is next week.” He found a spot beside you, pulling you in his arms.

You could feel sleep overtaking you, slowly closing your eyes. “I love you.” A blush formed on Max’s cheeks. “Love you too.”

All it took was a little talk for you to keep your job.

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[claymorexpunisher]

Mercury (18+ AEW Oneshot)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): MJF/Fem. Reader

Summary: MJF and Reader hate each other. Naturally, smut ensues...

Tag(s): 18+, hatefucking, PIV, hairpulling, marking, dubious consent.

Word Count: 540

This was requested by @smallestsnarkestgirl I'm sorry this is so short. But I really hope you like it! :)

Mercury was clearly in retrograde.

That's the only reason I could think of as to why I had called Maxwell, invited him to my home and I found myself underneath him, writhing and moaning as he groped my body with erratic touches.

I hissed, making him smirk as he pinched my nipples before he resumed kneading my breasts, leaning down to take one into his mouth and then the other, biting down on the sensitive buds and sending electric currents all the way down to my toes.

Barely any coherent words were exchanged, except for a gruff 'Don't. Move." from Max as my body continued to writhe and my nails dug into his wrists, not knowing if I wanted him on or off me.

Our dynamic was... intense, to say the least.

When I first came to AEW, we felt an indifference, at the most, toward one another.

But the more we interacted, the more our mutual indifference grew into an obnoxious mixture between unfiltered lust and blinding hatred.

Just his presence alone began to grate on every fiber of my being, fueled by the fact that, yeah, Max was definitely an attractive guy.

But I didn't want to find Max attractive.

And he swore he didn't find me attractive.

But I wasn't stupid.

So, every chance I got I poked and teased Max, only to pull away at the last second, as soon as I knew that I had him where I wanted him.

Tonight, though, it was definitely the other way around.

He had me where he wanted me, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

I let out a growl, biting into his shoulder as I felt his hard cock enter my slick pussy.

I got some satisfaction as I heard him hiss in both pain and pleasure in response, but that satisfaction was quickly extinguished by his next words.

"That was easy... you sure you're not liking this, sweetheart?" Max breathed into my ear, his voice filling the walls of my bedroom after what feels like hours of just animalistic sounds.

I could hear the smirk in his voice and instead of answering him verbally, I retaliated by tightening up my pussy in a vicelike grip around his cock, chuckling as a drawn-out groan flew out of his mouth.

"Are you?" I finally shot back, hissing and biting at his bottom lip as he gripped a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back until my neck was accessible to him.

I let out a loud moan without meaning to and my body trembled as he bit and sucked on my neck like a hungry vampire.

For a moment, my body went pliant.

All of my senses seemed to short circuit until I remembered myself and began thrashing again, chest heaving as I scratched at his chest despite the way I moaned as his deep and thorough thrusting continued.

"Shut up." Max said in a clipped tone, muffling my angry growls and moans with his palm.

"That's better." He smirked as he watched my eyes involuntarily roll into the back of my head as his cock nudged a particularly sensitive spot inside of me and my brain short-circuited once more.

Fucking Mercury... that bitch.

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[allelitesmut]

Palate Cleanser - A Prequel - Chapter One

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

Pairing: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC

Rating: Mature (18+)

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

Read the original story here

*Everything alright with the Chinless Wonder?*

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

*You shouldn’t call him that.*

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

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

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

*But seriously*

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

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

*Nothing I can’t handle*

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

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

*Is he asleep?*

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

*Yeah, he is*

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

*Come outside*

*What?*

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

*Come outside*

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

*You’re still in Manhattan?*

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

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

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

*You got me a present?*

Max grinned down at his phone. Bingo.

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

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

*I’ll be right out.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I said.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on then! Let’s see it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Knock it off."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'd deserve it."

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

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

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

*I think you left bruises with that monster shove*

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

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

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

*I don’t see any bruises...*

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

*Weird, must have just been the lighting 😏*

Her response was out before she could think about it.

*You’re such a tease*

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

*I don’t have to be...*

*Come downstairs*

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

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

His response didn’t take long.

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

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

*Thats not fair…*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Good night, Max.*

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

*Good night, Ry. Sweet dreams*

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[mobiblackout]

So let's recap the Better Than You BayBay Saga so far and see who makes sense as the Devil and what the potential plan was before Cole's injury:

PHASE ONE: ALL IN

● Before the match at Wembley Adam insists on teaming up with Max to win the ROH tag belts, some people especulate that Adam is doing this to weaken MJF for the main event, but nothing happens in the match and they win despite many people's prediction.

● At the main event they both wrestle like their usual self before the double pin, only after that Adam gets frustrated and tries to win through nefarious means, he has couple of chances to beat Max up with the belt or low blow him, he even had hit Max with a belt in their first match despite being a babyface, here the first time Roddy comes out to help him he doesn't cheat.

● After the match Max throws his world title aside to calm Adam down, he very explicitly picks Adam over the most important thing in his life, and when Cole doesn't even look him in the eyes, Max gets angry, throwing the world title at Adam and proves once again that he cares about their friendship more than the belt.

● This is where Roddy comes and yells at Cole to hit Max with the title, but despite his history, Cole doesn't betray MJF. This could mean 2 things:

1. Cole sees his own benefit in staying with MJF.

2. He genuinely cares about Max

-> His previous action of refusing to cheat in the match is a proof that the first option is more likely but again, he might still be the same bastard as he he was before only that Max is really growing on him and Adam just simply respects their relationship enough to not fuck it up by cheating.

PHASE TWO: GRAND SLAM

● The Dynamite following All In, Roddy and Kingdom call Adam selfish and opportunitist (rightfully considering his background) and Adam just stands there talking about friendship and says he is a better person now and says Max is his best friend for the first time.

● On the built to Grand Slam, Roddy continuously tries to manipulate Adam by his fake injury. We see Adam by Max’s side whenever he's there, and Joe hurts Adam to get to Max. Everything's is very normal post All In.

● Before the main event of Grand Slam Adam gets a call from Roddy, and doesn’t show up to help Max until half through the match, people assume that Cole is playing Max by leaving him, but this theory makes zero sense considering how Adam genuinely was trapped in a house with Roddy and the Kingdom as they ordered him around later.

● So Adam shows up, and the two win by cheating. Again, why would Adam want Max to win by helping him? not to mention this contradicsthe possibility of Cole not showing up with Max to mess their plans up.

There are two possibilities:

1. He sees Joe as the tougher opponent and wants to keep Max as the champion, thinking he would win if he gets another chance.

2. Adam really cares about Max and is helping him to win.

-> The first option seems like a stretch since later Cole pushes Max to accept Joe's help in exchange for a title shot. Again, there are two possibilities here:

1. He wants Max to lose to Joe (why he helped him at Grand Slam then).

2. He doesn't want Max to be alone while he is injured and helpless himself.

PHASE THREE: FULL GEAR

● Immediately after Adam announce his severe ankle injury Roddy comes out asking for help again, Cole gets 'kidnapped' for several weeks and after he leaves that house he doesn't want to do anything with Roddy and Kingdom, so if they all are in one group why Adam is getting bullied in these segments?

1. They all are in one group clowning around as Max is left alone being attacked left and right.

2. Adam is genuinely a good person and wants to help Roddy not knowing they are abusing him.

-> I can't find a strong justification for Comedic Skits discontinuation besides:

1. They were getting creatively lame.

2. In kayfabe, Adam realizes Roddy is full of shit.

-> I mean, the second option also makes sense since he doesn't want to talk to Roddy every time Roddy tries to get his attention. But it all still can be an act while they work together behind the scene.

● Full Gear comes around, and Max gets distracted by Cole at ringside as The Gunns attack him to take him out of the match, probably knowing the 'clause in the contract'.

There are two possibilities here:

1. Adam is working with Jay White and helps them injure Max before the main event.

2. He does nothing wrong, and Gunns just use MJF's distraction to weaken him.

● Lots of nonsense happen here. They say there's a clause in the match contract that says Jay White becomes the champion if Max is incapable of wrestling. Adam sacrifices himself and stops this from happening by representing Max in the main event.

-> This contradicts the theory of Adam working with Jay White, so we got that out of the way, too.

● In the main event Max shows up driving an ambulance, selling his injury, in the match Adam tries to help Max cheat by giving him the Dynamite Diamond Ring and ROH tag belts, but the two objects end up in Jay White's possession. People assume Adam is fucking up Max on purpose again. This theory contradics with the fact that Adam stoped the belt being handed to Jay by volunteering to represent MJF in the match, unless he was going to lay there and take the pin since he is injured.

-> So this is all an overelaborated plan to strip Max of his title at the end, and Adam is working with Jay.

-> This all contradicts Adam=Devil story since the first person to be attacked by the Devil is, in fact, Jay White himself.

PHASE FOUR: WORLDS END

● We barely hear anything from adamjf as a team, Max doesn't even mention Cole past the first Dynamite post Full Gear. He just goes around accusing people of being the Devil.

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■ All In all so far Adam being the Devil makes ZERO SENSE, and most people are assuming that's the case because that's how previous storylines in pro wrestling were written, but Adamjf isn't following the traditional wrestling story telling so far, with them getting a happy ending at Wembley and fighting as friends first in their match at All In, wearing matching merch even, the story was full of surprises so far.

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■ So, what was the original plan?

-> I think originally, btybb were supposed to have a match against the Kingdom for ROH belts, after Adam realizes in a different way that Roddy is manipulating him.

-> Cole might be one of the names that supposed to be in C2, and that would have kept him busy while both of them solved this Devil storyline.

-> I still think the main even of Worlds End is supposed to be Joe vs. MJF since at Grand Slam Max only beat him by cheating.

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POSSIBLE ANSWERS:

■ A wild possibility is that the injury is fake and this was a very over complicated plan to mind fuck Max? But then again why? Why attack Hangman, White and Joe? All of them potential treats to MJF? Only to frame MJF? But nobody is buying that anymore?

■ Another wild possibility is Adamjf turning heal together by loyaly mind fucking everyone by pulling all this tomfoolery, this is one of my favorite scenarios.

■ The most probable and logical answer is: The Devil has many followers like Wardlow, Roddy, the Kingdom, even Kyle O'Reilly, Alexander Hammerstein, and Richard Holiday can be a part of this super group. Basically, all the people that were wronged by Adam Cole and MJF.

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[madhatterbri]

First Valentines Day | A.C.

Summary: Can I have Valentine's Day prompt 3 with Adam Cole?

One of them have never celebrated Valentines Day, so their partner tries to make it the best ever.

Requested by: @adamcolesbaybay

Your dread came to a pleasant surprise the moment he asked you to accompany him to the show in Texas. Of course, you agreed. Any time you can soak up with him would be worth it.

You were dreading the fact that Valentine's Day happened to fall on a Wednesday. This was supposed to be your first real Valentine’s Day celebration. You have had boyfriends in the past, but this one was just more serious. This was an unfortunate reality of dating a wrestler.

Adam was a hot commodity after he betrayed his best friend, MJF, at World's End. The fans ate up the betrayal, and he was enjoying every second of it. Little did you know he was still thinking of surprising you.

During his segment on Dynamite, he constantly caught your eye and winked at you. His big cheesy grin plastered for the world to see. He tried to pass it off like he was happy with what was going on in the ring. You blushed, often looking away from him.

"Did you enjoy the shows?" He asked you as the two of you made it to the car.

"I'm still getting used to you in a wheelchair," you laughed. You were used to him in the crutches that he had been using to move around in for months now. "Did Roddy allow you to use that?"

"I saw the way you looked at me in the wheelchair. You were digging it," he winked. You helped him place his suitcase in the trunk of the car. He placed his crutches in the backseat and hopped to the passenger seat.

The drive to the hotel was filled with talks about the newest video games coming out. Once you parked the car at the hotel, you helped him out. A couple of fans asked for autographs in the lobby. He happily obliged. You continued towards the room, yet he called for you to wait.

A little suspicious, you waited for him to finish up with his fans. He normally allowed you to go to the room without him. The fans didn't take too much of his time. They must have been tired from the three hours of wrestling. Once they were out of ear shot, you spoke to him.

"You didn't let me go to the room without you. Do you have a surprise for me or something?" You asked and placed the room key to the lock. The lock beeped and turned green. Adam remained silent as you walked in the door.

Different colors of heart-shaped balloons took up space on the ceiling. Tea light candles lay on the floor, creating a path towards the bed. You slowly followed the path, unsure of how the man could pull all of this off.

Rose petals surrounded the bed. On the bed, roses spelled out love. Towels were shaped like swans to show them together. Two vases full of red and white roses had been placed on the nightstands. A wine chiller with your favorite wine and two crystal champagne flutes sat by one of the vases.

"I know we couldn't do much this year with my injury and work, but I wanted to spoil you," he spoke. "Happy Valentine’s Day, and thank you for everything,"

"This is beautiful," you whispered. Tears begged to fall from your eyes. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Thank you, Adam. I love you,"

He kissed you softly. His hands cupped your cheeks. "I'm glad you love it,"

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