#mjf x reader

[aalyssah]

Too Touchy

Pairing: Protective!MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,817

Summary: When a man gets too touchy on you, Max steps up, making the man to keep his hands to himself.

A/N: Just imagine MJF defending you because some guy doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the sun shining bright through the curtains that hung on the window.

You could feel an arm draped across your waist. You turned around, meeting the face of a sleeping MJF. You're extremely lucky to see this side of him. Ever since he started the 'Better Than You Bay Bay' team, he's been showing more affection lately.

You smiled, tracing your hand around his beard and plump lips, debating if you should kiss him. "Either kiss me or take a picture." You gasped at the sound of Max's groggy voice.

His brown eyes opened, looking dead at you. "So you're not gonna give me a kiss?" You blushed, hiding your face in his neck. Max chuckled, pulling you back and kissing you. "We finally have the day off." You both sighed in sync.

Y'all have been working hard over the last month with Max being in a popular storyline and you making your way to the top for the Women's World Championship. "I know, I've been waiting!" You both sat in a comfortable silence before Max broke it.

“So what do you wanna do today? I was thinking maybe going shopping for a new suit, or maybe going down to the dealership and looking at a new car, what do you think?" Your face scrunched up at the sound of spending a lot of money.

“Uh, I don't know about that. Can we just have a normal day where we spend time together at the gym, or go out to eat?" Max thought for a moment and realized you were right. "Yeah, you're right. How about we go to the gym, to the store for some food, and maybe dinner?"

You smiled at that. "Oh yes, I like that much better." Max kissed your forehead before getting up. "Last one to get dressed gives the winner head." Max stood up, almost running to the closet. "Hey that's not fair you cheater!" You quickly got out the blanket, running to the closet to get some clothes.

(Max won)

-

You both showered and made it to the gym. You and Max did some stretching before he went off to lift weights, but you've been experiencing some tense muscles in your leg, so hopefully stretching will help.

You stood on your mat, doing a downward dog position. As you took a deep breath you heard someone cat calling you. You smiled thinking it was Max, but when you turned around you saw some middle aged looking man standing there.

“Good god, do you look good." You frowned at the man's compliments, feeling a little weirded out. "Thank you?" You continued stretching, ignoring his words until he spoke again. "I'm sure you got a man or girl, but if I was yours I’d keep you nice and full until you get pregnant."

You stood up, looking at them with disgust. "What is wrong with you? How dare you say something like that about a woman!?" The man only chuckled at your question. "Oh don't act like you wouldn't like it. I know you're really a dirty whore in bed."

Your mouth dropped open at his words. "You're just nasty!" You left your mat, going to Max's side fast. He noticed how frantic you looked. "Hey what's wrong, you okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm just ready to go." Max looked at you slightly confused.

You just got here less than 10 minutes ago and now you want to leave? "You sure? We just got here like a couple of minutes ago." You nodded your fast, taking his hand. "Yeah, I want to go shopping for some food." You and Max took a small shower and left to go to the store.

-

You were both walking in the store, grabbing a small basket. "Okay, I'll go look for the meat and you go look for all the other stuff." You both parted ways with you going to the vegetable aisle. You looked for the pickles when you saw they were on the top shelf.

"Who the hell put them all the way up there?" You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach for the pickles. Your fingertips brushed the glass, but went no further. "I swear I'm gonna sue this store for putting these pickles so damn high!" You muttered.

You then felt an arm sliding over yours, grabbing the jar of pickles. "Oh, thank-" You stopped talking when you saw who it was. It was the same man from earlier. "No problem sweetheart. This is why you need a strong tall man like me with you."

He said, flexing his weak arms. "Y'know I never caught your name?" You stood there looking at him. There ain't no way you're gonna tell him your name. Luckily, Max walked by the aisle, stopping as he saw you. "Babe, there you are!" Max came to you, and the man quickly left.

“Who was that man you were talking to?" There's no way in hell you're gonna tell him who that is. "Oh, just a stranger helping me out for the pickles." You smiled as Max looked at you suspiciously. "You sure?" You nodded your head. "Yup, I'm done and hungry. Should I make dinner for tonight?"

Max shook his head no. "Nah, I wanna eat at that new restaurant that opened 2 months ago. Been dying to eat there." A smile was brought back to your face. "Okay, let's get these groceries home first."

You and Max drove home, put the groceries away, and drove to the restaurant. Max had a hand on the small part of your as you walked to the table.

A waiter took your order's and left. "I can't wait to eat here!" Max said again, smiling like a little kid. "Okay son, calm down." You and Max laughed. "Tony called me earlier when we were at the gym and asked if you were down to fight Toni for the belt on Dynamite next week."

You quietly clapped your hands. "Oh my god, yes! I've worked so hard for this and I'll finally get it!" Max watched as you cheered. The happy moment was cut short when a group of teenagers came up to the table. "Excuse me? Can we take a picture with y'all. We're big fans."

You smiled at the group, getting up and fixing your appearance. "Sure, come on babe." Max rolled his eyes that the fans ruined the moment, but took the picture. It was like a dominos effect. One fan came up and now others from the restaurant stopped eating to take a picture.

Some wanted you, others wanted just Max. As Max was taking a picture with a group of girls you looked around the room to catch the familiar eyes of the man. He was already walking towards you with a not so happy look on his face.

You just stood there, not being able to go anywhere. "So you're famous and dating someone? Y'know I was really upset to hear the talk about you dating that dickhead, I'm so much better than him." You scoffed at his cockiness. "Look, do you want a picture because if not you need to leave me alone."

The man smirked creepily. “Oh most definitely!" He called some random person to take the picture. He stood beside you, wrapping his grimy arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The person snapped multiple pictures, with his hand getting lower and lower down your body.

You uncomfortably backed away. "Alright, that's enough pictures." You awkwardly took a couple of steps back. "Why ya leaving so soon, we were just getting to the good part." You tried walking backwards, but the man grabbed you fast, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

His hand came to your ass, gripping at it and pushing his nose in the nape of your neck. You harshly pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Get your hands off my girl!" You jumped back at the sound of Max's angry voice. The man let you go after receiving a punch.

The man flew back, sliding over a table with food on it. Glass shattering could be heard as well as gasps from people around. People pulled their phones out and filmed as Max beat the guy's ass. The manager and workers came up, trying to pull Max off him, but Max was not having it.

The man was struggling to cover his face as Max threw punches. “Max calm down, chill out!” Your words were drowned out by his ears, as he continued to beat the man. “We called the cops!” Someone yelled from behind.

Coincidentally, 2 cops were sitting around the corner so they came to break the fight up. One held back Max while the other arrested the man, who now had a black eye and busted lip. Max was furious, red painting his face, but when he saw you, he broke out the cops arms, and went to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked as you brushed your hand over his cheek. “Yeah I am, but your-” Max cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say. “It’s just a scratch.” The cop interrupted the moment with some questions.

“Some people said it started off because of you ma’am?” You nodded your head, gulping at the memories. “Yes, we went to the gym in the morning and the guy was flirting with me, saying how beautiful I looked and then said if he was my man, he would get me pregnant.”

Max’s eyes almost bugged out his head at the new information. “He what?!” You kept speaking. “Yeah and then I went to the store and he was in the same aisle, trying to get my name and now we’re here.” Max was gripping at his hair, breathing heavily as you told the cop.

“Thank you ma’am we’re gonna lock this guy up. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested for harassment.” The cops walked away, leaving you and Max. “I’m getting tired, can we go home?” Max nodded his head, taking you outside.

You both were met with cameras and paparazzi. “MJF can you tell us what happened in the restaurant?” Usually Max wouldn’t stop to answer the stupid paparazzi, but he needed the world to know what happens when you mess with his girl.

“Yeah that motherfucker was being too touchy with my girl, and I don’t like that so I beat his ass.” Max only answered one question before hurrying you in the car. You both let out a breath of relief.

“Please tell me if someone’s making you feel uncomfortable. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I love you.”You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I will, promise.”

You both drove home that night, stress free at the thought of that man being locked up.

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[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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[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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[juceynightmare]

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

my masterlist

lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

god damn it all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

stupid max. she didn’t need him either.

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

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

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

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[sydsaint]

Please! I just wanna give him a big ol' hug

Summary: The reader makes an attempt to comfort Max after the incident at Worlds End.

There isn't a feeling in the world worse than having to stand by and watch someone you care for get their heart broken by someone they trusted. But that's what you're here doing. AEW's Worlds End PPV special is closing out and you're stuck between Excalibur and Nigel watching Max get the crap beaten out of him by the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Adam Cole. 

"I have to say, I feel a bit bad for the lad." Nigel admits as he begins gathering up his papers from the desk. 

"Yeah, me too." Excalibur agrees while doing the same. 

You fidget with a pen in your hand, trying your absolute best not to vault the table and rush to help Max. "A bit?" You shoot a glare at Nigel. 

Nigel shrugs and slips off his headset, ready to head backstage. He walks away from the desk and Excalibur does the same. You watch the pair walk off chatting with one another and scoff. Sure, Max isn't exactly popular with either of them. But for them to not even offer the fallen champ a consoling glance is utterly ridiculous. In your mind anyway. 

Cautiously you make your way around the commentary table and head toward the ring. Adam Cole and his new posse of goons have slinked back into the darkness for the moment and Max is sitting defeated on the floor near the ring steps. 

"Do you need some help up?" You walk over to Max quietly with a sympathetic smile. You have no idea how Max will react to the offer of help. Not after everything that's happened to him. But you have to at least try. 

Max looks up from the floor with red and puffy eyes. "Y/N? What do you want?" He asks you, shifting his body to point away from you. 

"I just wanted to see if you're alright." You reply. "That beating you took looked rough. And the thing with Adam..." 

Max scoffs and shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He sneers. "No one ever stays. Not my fiancé, not my friends, or people I thought were my friends. No one." He sighs deeply. "I'm just a loser that's destined to be alone. And I'm not even a champion anymore. So there goes the fans as well." He looks out at the crowd now starting to spill out of the arena. 

"I'm here now." You reply and kneel down so you're not towering over Max. "And I know that we don't know each other that well. But I want to help if I can." You offer Max your hand to help him up. "At least let you know that you're not 100% alone." 

Max looks at your hand and then back up at  your face. He repeats this a couple of times before reluctantly taking your hand. You pull him up to his feet and walk backstage with him. 

"I'm sorry that you lost." You speak up while you're walking. "I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back like that. In fact, I'll never wrestle again because of it." You laugh at your misfortune. 

"You used to wrestle?" Max glances at you. 

You nod, briefly recalling the painful memory in your head. "Yep. I worked for ROH before Khan bought it out. I was helping out this new girl. Showing her the ropes and stuff. And she stabbed me in the back during a ladder match for a title opportunity. Threw me off a 15 foot ladder and into a pile of smaller ones." You explain. "She went on to win the title, and I damn near broke my spine." 

"Damn." Max replies. "I had no idea. I just thought you had always been in commentary and backstage stuff." He admits. 

"It's fulfilling enough work." You shrug. "Sure, it'll never beat being in the ring. But at least it's still a part of it, right?" 

Max nods and the two of you come up on the locker room area. "Thanks for talking with me." Max stops in front of his room and turns to you. "I...I needed that." He admits. 

"No problem." You nod. "I know when it happened to me all I wanted was someone to talk with. Someone that knew what I was feeling. So if you ever need some company, just shoot me a text or something." You offer with a soft smile. 

"I think that I'll take you up on that, thanks." Max nods. "I'll see you later, Y/N." 

You step back from the door with another soft smile. "Mhm. Take care, Max. And hey, try not to beat yourself up too hard." You add before you turn and walk off. 

Max lingers at the door and watches you disappear down the hall. That sinking feeling in his chest lightens a bit as he watches you walk off. No one has ever shown him kindness and an willingness to just be there for him before. 

It's addicting. 

Max finds himself smiling a bit as he heads inside his locker room. He's lost everything tonight. So why the hell is he smiling? What have you done?

 Given him hope, that's what. And hope is a dangerous thing for a man that's already lost so much. 

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[haddonfieldwhore]

if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

part one here • part two here

word count: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll think about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck no,” he laughed.

•••

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

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

“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“max…”

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, actually - there is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mjf fluff, please

Mama

MJF x Reader

Inspired by Max tweeting about missing Piper :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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)

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

[kittonik]

Ours.

Look at these two machines bro

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

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

★ Word count: 2161

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

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

Oh, of course it was him..

Maxwell fucking Jacob Friedman.

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

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

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

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

MJF smirked and Y/N slightly hit him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” he said gruffly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck have I gotten into.

#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #cody rhodes oneshot #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes imagine #aew #wwe raw #aew fanfiction #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #mjf oneshot #mjf imagine

[moxleys-whore]

Title: Baby

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: pregnany, birth, mjf being emotional

Requested: yes

All in. The biggest event in wrestling history. And here you were, laid in a hospital holding the smallest bundle of joy ever. All the while, your husband was putting on a fantastic zero hour match and of course the main event. Of course it took hours of convincing to get Max to finally agree to still perform, even though everyone would have understood if he called out.

Max, ecstatic as ever to be a dad, looked happier than a kid on Christmas when you revealed your pregnancy to him. Somehow, he managed to look even happier at the final push and the cry of the baby. Just about bursting into tears when he finally held his baby. His attitude and usual snark was long gone, how could he be rude when the tiniest hand was wrapped around his finger?

The plan was never to give birth in London, especially not on All In week, but when does life ever comply with our plans? You and Max had arrived at London a week early, wanting to go sightseeing and explore the city as much as possible. Your baby however, had different plans and decided to come 2 weeks early. While no, you shouldn't have been traveling at 9 months pregnant, you couldn't miss your husband's big moment. Main eventing the biggest event in pro wrestling was huge, and you'd be damned if you weren't there to celebrate his win. Luckily, you were released from the hospital on Friday. Meaning you got to attend the event.

After getting through everyone wanting to see the baby you finally made it to Max's locker room where a monitor was placed for you to watch the show without having to deal with people. You settled in and waited for Max to come in. As he finally made his way to his locker room he couldn't help but smile, he's the happiest he could ever be. He has an amazing partner and a beautiful baby now, and he gets to put on 2 amazing matches with his best friend. Life is finally coming together.

Right as Max goes to open the door, a crew member calls him for his final match of the night, the main event of All In. He must have lost track of time ranting to everyone about his new family. He opens the door and pops his head in, whispering an I love you to you and the bundle of joy before blowing you a kiss and wishing you goodbye.

The match was long, but as it finally came to an end Max was filled with new energy, his usual ring attitude dropped once he remembered his family awaiting him backstage. Asking for a mic the moment he is declared the winner.

"Wow guys, I can't thank you all enough. Not only did 80,000 of you come out to support us, even more of you have shown support for me and my partner. As some of you may have known, my partner, Y/N was pregnant. And I say was because on Monday, the light of my life gave birth to the breath of my soul. I'm a dad now. I'm the world champion and a dad. I couldn't be more grateful. I came out here today and told myself that even if I lost, I still have the two most important things waiting just up that ramp. So, if you'll excuse me, I have to go celebrate and see my babies. Thank you."

Tears filled your eyes at Max's speech, not being on to typically be emotional on TV like that. Wiping your eyes you hear the door open and see a smiling Max. He rushes over to you and his sleeping baby, hugging you both as softly as he could while still managing to put all his love and adoration into it. Placing a kiss on your head and one on the baby's, he mumbles a soft "I love you".

Max couldn't be happier with his family.

#mjf headcannon #mjf x reader #maxwell jacob friedman #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #aew x reader #max would be such a cute dad

[aalyssah]

Mad In Love

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,922

Summary: Max is in love with you, yet, he's in denial, trying to stay into his 'idgaf persona,' but Adam makes him confess to you.

A/N: Another MJF fic. Hope You Enjoy!

You skipped down the hall, greeting everyone you saw. You were in a happy mood today, after winning your match to be the #1 contender for the TBS Championship.

As you turned the corner you accidentally bumped into someone, knocking down to the floor. You let out an 'oof' sound, looking up to see MJF. Max stood frozen, looking down at you.

The first time you've both encountered each other and he's fallen in love.

Behind him was Adam, eyes growing wide as he saw you on the floor. "Man, what are you doing? Help her off the floor!" Adam lightly scolded him, pushing him aside, and helping you off the floor.

You dusted yourself off. "I-I-" Max stuttered. "Awe, it's okay! I just need to watch where I'm going." Max wanted to say that it wasn't your fault, but he couldn't bring any words to say it.

That was noticed by Adam as he watched Max. He looked nervous and was quiet, not knowing what to say. Luckily, you broke the silence. "Well, I gotta go! I see ya later Adam and Max!" You waved, continuing to skip down the hall.

Max felt his heart leap into his chest at the way you said his name. For a couple of seconds he was looking in your direction. "Dude, you're staring." Adam's voice put Max's head back into reality. "I'm not." He denied, walking away from the spot. Adam only smiled, seeing his partner act this way.

-

About a week later on Dynamite Max and Adam was set to have a match against The Gunns. Max and Adam were training near the entrance, doing small stretches.

"Alright man. Let's go out and win this match." Adam said. Max nodded his head, eyes looking around. He noticed you talking to a group of girls, and without a thought, he walked over there.

Adam watched as Max made his way towards you and the girls, attempting to talk to you. "Oh, hey Max!" You greeted him with that beautiful smile. "Hey, do you know when your match is against Kris Statlander?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm not sure. Maybe next week or 2." Max took note of the date. He wanted to watch your match and maybe even help you out. "Okay, let me know because I wanna watch your match." Your eyes glowed up at his words.

The MJF wanted to watch your match? It all sounds fake.

"Really?" You asked, sounding unsure. "Yeah! I think you do good in the ring." Your smile couldn't help, but get bigger after being praised from such talent.

The girls around you stayed silent as they watched the interaction between the two of you. Max, who's supposed to be a rude, mean heel, was being nice and complimenting your work in the ring.

Max's conversation was cut short when Adam called him. "Max, stop flirting with Y/n. You'll have time to do that after the match! Let's go!" A blush came to Max's face as he said those words.

The best part of it all is that you didn't deny it.

"Good luck. Win the match for me!" You joked, but Max took it seriously. He went out to the ring with Adam and had his match against The Gunns.

Max was playing the heel, but he wasn't as aggressive as he should've been and he started to notice that mid match, so he cranked up his adrenaline and began to be the heel fans know him as. After 10 minutes the match was over with Max and Adam picking up the win.

You cheered backstage, sitting in the catering and watching the match. Soon the boys came backstage, and they instantly came to the catering to get a cold water bottle.

You stood up, walking towards them. "Hey, good job on the match!" You praised them. Max actually smiled. "Yeah, we won. We won like you said we would." Max said, matching your boisterous tone.

Adam sighed, tired of seeing Max flirt with you, but not do anything. "Hey Y/n, I think Max has something to ask you." Max looked at Adam confused. What is he talking about? "Uh, no I don't?" Max said, giving Adam a look, but Adam ignored it.

"Yeah you do. Remember when you were talking about asking Y/n out to— OW!" Max quickly punched Adam's shoulder that was bruised by Austin during the match before dragging him away.

Max didn't stop until the two were in their shared locker room. "Man what the fuck was that out there?" Max yelled at Adam who frowned. "Hey, why are you mad at me? It's obvious that you like her, and I was just trying to help!"

Max pushed him back, pacing back and forth. "No, I don't like her, so you can stop that shit you're doing." Although Adam was hurt by Max's words he knew he was lying.

The way he was acting towards you isn't normal for someone like Max. "Man, y'know you like her. You're just in denial for whatever reason." Max didn't fight Adam this time, deciding to go take a shower to get his mind off you.

-

Time skip 2 weeks later and you had your match. You were ready, walking down the hall, feeling nervous.

This is your first ever title match and you're excited, but scared. What if the fans don't like you? What if you lose? Will you let the fans down, or will they be happy?

So many thoughts were going through your head and as if God was reading your mind, Max walked up to you. "Y/n." You stopped in your tracks. "Oh hey." You said, trying to give a smile, but it was clearly fake.

"Hey what's wrong? Ya nervous?" You nodded your head. "Yeah. I'm just overthinking a lot." Max understood your situation. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. I've been in the same situation before and even though it didn't turn out well the first time, I picked myself up and now look at me!" Max motioned to the belt that was sitting on his shoulder.

A real smile picked up on your face. "Y'know what? You're right! If I don't win, I still win in my books!" Max smiled seeing you happy again. He hated to see that pout on your face.

You went back to your happy self, skipping out to the ring. Then Kris came out, cheers erupting through the arena. This was gonna be hard. The match went well, times that had fans on their feet, but in the end they were one their feet for one person.

And it was for you.

You won the match, meaning you won the belt. Your first ever championship match and you win! The fans were happy and you couldn't be more happier. You celebrated in the ring, fresh tears spilling from your eyes.

Backstage, Max was watching with the biggest smile on his face. People around him couldn't believe it and quite frankly, he really didn't care.

Max was proud of you. Adam nudged his shoulder. "You so like her, bro." Max finally didn't deny. Over the span of 3 weeks, he fell in love with you. "I can help you confess to her. If you want me too." That caught Max's attention.

He looked at Adam, his left eyebrow cocking up. "How?" Adam began to go over the plan. "This might sound like something you'll see from a movie, but take this earpiece and repeat everything an say. Then bam, you'll get the girl." Max thought about it for a second.

He did want you, and he wasn't good with his words, so he agreed. "Okay. Let's get together at 7:00." Adam and Max made the plan and they went their separate ways.

Part of Max felt sad when he didn't get to see you right after your match, but when he saw all your co-workers and friends waiting for you, he knew he would be the last person on your mind.

-

7:00 PM

It was 7 and Max and Adam stood in a park. "Alright, remember the plan?" Max nodded his head. "She should be here in a couple of seconds." Just then, the sound of the grass being stepped in caught both of their attention.

Max looked up and saw you in a beautiful sundress, swaying down to your knees. "Max!" You yelled his name. Adam quickly ducked behind a tree, peeking around to watch the scene. "H-hey."

Adam spoke into the ear piece. 'Don't stutter, she'll know you're nervous.' Max smiled as if someone wasn't talking in his ear. "So you invited me out here?" You asked.

Adam spoke. "Confess to her."

Max ignored Adam's words, and spoke on his own. "Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you on your title win. I knew you could do it." You playfully scoffed, shooing your hand.

"Awe, it wasn't me. It was all you. If it wasn't for your reassuring words, I don't think I would've won!" Max looked down at the ground, not wanting you to see his face. "Uh, but that's not the only reason why I wanted you out here."

Max's mouth opened to continue, but he heard Adam's voice. "Why aren't you listening to me? Tell her you like her!"

Max shook his head. "I wanted to make a small confession to you, but please be patient. I'm not good with this kind of stuff." You tilted your head to the side in question. "Not good with what?"

Max took a deep breath before speaking. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you, and I don't know why." To Max those words sounded okay, but Adam started yelling in his ear. "Don't say that, it sounds like you wanna don't like her, or you’re calling her ugly. Switch it up!"

Max's eyes grew wide, as he tried to stutter out a different response. "I mean, I-I do like you, but-" You cut him off with a small chuckle. "I get it Max. Keep going." Max looked at you for a short second. "And I've been trying to hold back for a couple of weeks, but Adam keeps putting it in my head that I like you and I'm starting to realize that I do.”

You nodded, a smile coming to your face. "So what are you trying to say?" You asked him, hoping he would say the specific words. "I was hoping that you would go on a date with me?"

As soon as those last 6 words came out his mouth, you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. Max let out a surprised sound, but his arms did snake around your waist to pull you closer

You stood there for a moment, soaking in each other's body warmth before you pulled back. You leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Yes Max, I would love to go on a date with you. Call me when you're ready." Max stood there dumbfounded, watching as you walked away.

Adam came from behind the tree, pushing Max's body. "Man, you were supposed to listen to me, but good job lover boy. You got yourself a date." Max stayed silent, still looking at the spot you were at earlier. "You were so mad in love earlier, now look at you. Lovestruck over a girl."

Max didn't argue back at Adam's teasing. All he could think of was you and when y'all's date would be.

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

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you write about being married to MJF?

Being Married to the Devil: Headcannons

Gif from: mjfdaily

Word count: 423

Main Masterlist MJF MASTERLIST

When you and Max got married it was a small wedding with family and your closet friends in AEW. You two were known for hating each other in the ring but what  the fans didn’t know was that the two of you had been actually dating and are married in real life. 

Being married to Max at times was difficult, having to hide your relationship was always hard but now being married was nearly impossible. 

You would think that being married to Maxwell Jacob Friedman would be horrendous but it was quite the opposite. 

Believe it or not it was a dream come true, at times hiding your relationship added a thrill factor to it.

Sneaking around together backstage, making out in storage closets hoping not to get caught. 

Max was a romantic despite him acting like a scumbag.

He would plan romantic getaways in discrete small towns that were gorgeous. Spoiling you in expensive champagne and gifts. 

You and Max had been sworn enemies since the creation of AEW so whenever you had to go out and yell at each other on live TV, it got a bit harder to hide the fact that you didn’t actually hate each other. But after the show was over you would go back to your shared hotel room and make the most beautiful love. It was sweet, loving, caring. Everything opposite of what you made others believe. Telling eachother how much you love them and reminding them that the words exchanged earlier meant nothing. 

Whenever the two of you had a week at home you would spend time baking, cuddling, and exchanging acts of service to the other. Not to mention playing with Piper. 

Being married to Max allowed him to open up to you in a way he never has to anyone. Many nights were spent comforting the other, the both of you having your fair share of issues despite acting like you were perfect. Crying in eachothers arms, exhausted from a business that was so draining.

Even though nights like that were exhausting and draining on both parties it made you appreciate the other. You were soulmates, the perfect way. He fit you better than your favorite sweater and you would love him till the end of time, even if that was a million years. 

Many people didn’t get your relationship and probably would never but it didn’t matter to you, you were happy together and that was all that mattered. He was the Devil in your heart and you were his Angel. 

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #mjf aew #mjf #mjf smut #mjf imagine #mjf x reader #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf masterlist

[the-hanged-lover]

dirt sheets galore // mjf

summary: the wwe women’s champion dating the devil of aew? you bet the dirt sheets loved this one.

warnings: swearing

type: drabble

“Oh, oh! Look at this one.” Dragging his finger across your laptop screen, Max underlined a sentence. “Get a load of this shit.” He cleared his throat dramatically, but Max couldn’t even start his sentence before bursting out laughing.

The two of you both broke into a laughing fit. This article had to be one of the funniest things you had read all week—all month, probably.

“Holy shit,” you giggled, wiping a tear forming in your eye. “This is great.”

“Absolutely,” Max agreed through his laugher. Taking a breath and calming down, he added, “They really don’t have anything better to do.” Wasn’t a question, but a statement.

You shrugged. “Guess not. This is insufferable.”

The topic of your relationship with MJF had been all the wrestling world could talk about. All the gossip had completely overshadowed your win of the Women’s Championship. In fact, it seemed as if your relationship to Maxwell was a bigger accomplishment to these people than your victory.

You’d be mad, but it gave you situations like these; where you sat next to Max on your bed and read through articles written by people who totally knew the ins and outs of your relationship.

”Well, that was fun,” you said, closing your laptop, “but I think I’d like to keep at least some of my braincells.”

Max raised a brow. “You still have some after reading that?”

“Somehow.”

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[juceynightmare]

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

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lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

max.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

maxwell jacob friedman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay.” she responded in a whisper.

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

maxwell jacob friedman.

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

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[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

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[seeingstarks]

best + bitter = better

prompt : hi can you write a fluff about reader being married to MJF or can you write a fluff about reader being MJF wife and bring reader and MJF child to AEW for the first time to watch MJF wrestle? requested from : @sunrise28sblog summary : exhausted from being on the road you hope to sleep in with your husband, maxwell. instead you both wake up early and enjoy the morning together. pairing : mjf x afab!reader (pre-established relationship - husband/wife) cw : cuddling, teasing if you squint super hard, pillow fights, lap-sitting, blushing, implied pregnancy, mentions of parenting, kissing, basically pure fluff! a/n : i did most of the first request but a dash of the second, i hope you enjoy it! as always reblogs are very much appreciated! word count : 639 words tag list : @adamjf , @josiewrites gif credit : @adamjf

being married to the devil himself came with it's luxuries. he'd spoil you without even asking. taking notice of the little things, you were the one who finally broke his walls down and saw the sweet to his so-called bitter side that everyone warned you about. maxwell had trust issues ever since his ex-fiancé called it splits but the moment he set eyes on you he had a change of heart. putting every ounce of trust in you, doing the same while feeling safe in his arms.

groaning as the bright sun peaked through the curtains you wished to sleep in beside your husband but morning seemed to have other plans.

he was still sound asleep with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you close as if his life depended on it.

today was supposed to be the day you both got to sleep in with one another having time off from all elite but no matter how hard you tried your slumber was no more.

there was plenty of room on your shared king size mattress however maxwell wanted to be pressed up against you, his nose rubbing along your neck ever so slightly as he took in the scent of your shampoo.

you didn't mind his company in the slightest, rather adoring it as you glanced over to meet his chocolate eyes which opened up slowly, his brown locks still a mess from sleeping on the pillows and waking up from his beauty sleep.

"g'mornin' sleepy head." you smiled at your husband and stretched a bit, only waking up a few minutes before him.

maxwell sighed as he looked at the time, knowing that the two of you both wanted to sleep in longer after such a rigorous work schedule and being on the road but he didn't mind either as long as it was with you, his wife.

he leaned over to place a soft kiss against your neck, "good morning, mrs. y/n. friedman."

your cheeks started to heat up the moment he called you by your full legal name, you'd been married for almost a year now but would never get over the fact you were actually his wife.

"it's so cute when you blush, y/n."

"oh, shush.. maxwell."

"that can be arranged." the same smirk you knew all too well spread along his lips as you threw a pillow at the love of your life.

he caught the pillow with his face, gasping and placing a hand to his chest as an 'how dare you' moment when his eyes met with yours.

a chuckle escaped your lips when you made way to take cover under the blankets from any incoming fire of pillows however your efforts were too late when coming in contact with a face full of pillow and seeing maxwell with a grin on his face.

"oh, it's on now." you grabbed another pillow as he did the same, the two of you having a wrestling match of sorts before maxwell scooped you up in his arms and sat you on his lap, "so does this mean i win?"

"nope, you gotta' pin me to win.. handsome."

"but.. y/n i've already won in life by being married to the most beautiful, smart, and talented person i know."

just before you and maxwell were about to kiss you heard tiny steps approach the room and a meow.

"don't worry, we didn't forget about you piper. you're our little princess while we have one on the way."

maxwell placed a loving hand on your stomach before engulfing you in a kiss, "i can't believe i'm going to be a dad. we'll be the best parents ever y/n, i just know it." he assured as you placed a hand over his and enjoyed the rest of your peaceful morning in each other's arms.

#maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #mjf x reader #mjf x female reader #mjf x fem reader #aew fluff #wrestling fluff