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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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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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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.
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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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Hello fellow writer, I was wondering if you could prompt 9. on the random dialogue with MJF. No pressure. Hope your doing well, Love you♥
Love you too, bestie <3 So have some good ol' angst.
Summary: The reader is Wardlow's younger sister who can't seem to stay away from Max. Despite his jaded history with her brother. And Max can't seem to bring himself to hate the reader the way he knows he should.
"Why'd you even come if all you're going to do is complain?" Wardlow narrows his eyes down at you as you walk through the parking lot with him.
"It's not my fault that I messed up my knee." You frown. "And what do you expect me to do? Sit at the hotel alone and waste away?" You add dramatically.
Wardlow huffs and rolls his eyes at you. You hobble after him, your knee brace impairing your movement slightly. The two of you make it into the building and you head for the women's locker room to catch up with some friends while Wardlow heads for the Undisputed Kingdom locker room.
You are making your way to down to visit Skye and Julia before they're in action later when you happen to run into Max hanging around backstage despite his own leg injury.
"Max, hey." You offer the former champion a small wave.
"YN?" Max looks up from his phone with a surprised expression. "I thought you were out on injury after that ladder match with Red Velvet?" He asks you.
You nod and point to the brace on your knee. "I am. But since I am unfortunately associated with my brother's new group with Adam I've got to travel for promos and shows." Yo explain. "Hey, I'm sorry about all that by the way." You add.
Max narrows his eyes at you, skeptical of your sympathetic smile. Anyone associated with Undisputed Kingdom can't be trusted in his eyes. Not even Wardlow's cheerful sister.
"Yeah, whatever." Max grumbles out a reply and turns away from you.
"Again, sorry." You cough and take the hint. "Take care, Max." You add before you continue on your journey to find Julia and Skye.
Max turns back around when he hears you walk off. He watches you hobble off down the hall and a small part of him feels guilty for snapping at you like that. You've always been nothing but polite when it comes to Max. Even after he stabbed Wardlow in the back, you somehow remained civil with him. And it drives Max nuts. Why can't you be angry with him? Why don't you seem to hate him like everyone else does?
You make it to the women's locker room and find Julia and Skye hanging around. Both girls greet you with hugs and you sit and chat with them.
"So, how are you and Dante?" You ask Skye. "And you and Lee, Julia?" You ask her as well.
"We're good right now." Skye smiles to herself.
Julia matches Skye's smile and nods. "Yeah, us too." She agrees.
"Right. Good." You offer them both a smile. "And I'm stuck being single and injured." You joke. "Yay me!"
"Awe, sorry, YN." Skye frowns and hugs you.
You hug Skye and shrug it off, reminding her that you were just joking. Julia lists off a new names of single guys on the roster that you might be into. But none of them seem to catch your attention.
"Maybe she should try and get with Max." Skye jokes with a snort.
"Yeah right!" Julia laughs with her. "YN hates Max. Right, YN?" She looks to you for an answer.
You bite the inside of your cheek when Julia and Skye both look at you. "Well...I don't know about hate." You admit sheepishly. "I used to kind of have a crush on him back when Wardlow was first hanging out with him." You explain.
"Yeah, but that was forever ago." Julia replies. "Really, YN? After all the crap he pulled with your brother?" She asks you. "And you don't hate the guys guts?"
"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I don't. Yeah, I'd like too hate him I guess. But I just don't think it's worth the effort. Not that it matters anyway." You add. "Pretty sure that Max hates my guts so." You shrug.
Julia and Skye both nod and the subject changes to something else. You catch up with the girls for a while before you decide to head out and catch up with your brother. Even if that means putting yourself in the crosshairs of Matt Taven and his ridiculous attempts to hit on you.
You make your way through the backstage area and run into Jay White and the Gunn brothers. Jay doesn't pay much attention to you. But the Gunn brothers immediately lock onto you as easy prey and saunter over.
"YN! What's going on pretty lady?" Austin steps up to the plate first and takes a swing at you. "Where are you headed looking that pretty all alone?" He asks you.
"To find my brother." You reply dryly. "You know, my brother? Wardlow?" You remind him of your relation. "Tosses losers like you around in the ring for a living?"
Austin scoffs and it's Colten's turn to take a swing. "Awe, come on, YN. You don't have to be like that." He grins at you.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Normally you'd have your brother here to start tossing bodies around. But this time around not only is Wardlow not here to play protective older brother, but you're playing with one good leg.
"Come on guys, I'm really not in the mood." You plead with the brothers to just leave you alone. But you should know better.
"Why don't you come hang with us for a while, baby?" Austin suggests. "We could use some arm candy for the night. Right, Jay?" He turns to Jay watching this whole spectacle from a few feet away.
Jay grins and shrugs. "Well, she is pretty to look at, ain't she?" He chuckles.
You find yourself trapped and without many options for escape when suddenly someone comes up from behind Austin and shoves him hard into Colten. You take a step back and watch Max of all people shove the brothers to the floor and start kicking, despite his known leg injury.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Max stops his assault for a second to look up at you. "Get out of here!" He shoos you away.
You nod and take off to find Wardlow. You find your brother in the Undisputed Kingdom locker room and explain the situation with the Gunn kids and Jay. Furious, Wardlow rallies the troops and takes off to find the idiots. You intentionally leave out the part with Max coming to your rescue and head off to find him.
"Max? Hey, can we talk?" You find Max a few minutes later loitering around backstage again.
"YN? What are you doing back here again?" Max stares at you.
You flinch at Max's harsh words but you know that you've got to thank him. It's the right thing to do, after all. Even if he doesn't want to hear it.
"Look, I know that you don't want anything to do with me." You sigh. "But I don't care. I had to say thank you for helping with the Gunn kids, okay?" You explain. "You know? Everyone here loves to think of you as some evil person that only cares about himself, right? And yeah, you might have one hell of a damn ego, Max. But you aren't evil. I know that. And deep down, you know it as well."
Max's eyes widen at your outburst. He stares at you in silence as you fire off a long-winded speech about how somehow, you don't hate him.
"And yeah, I know that you probably hate me. You've got every right to do so. But I don't hate you, okay? I should. And maybe a part of me wants to. But I don't." You finish up your speech and go to hobble off back to the locker room.
You take about two steps away from Max before he grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him. "Fuck, YN." Max holds both your arms. "I hate how impossible you make it to hate you." He confesses. "I don't hate you either, you know?" He takes a chance and pulls you into him for a hug. "And you're welcome for Gunn's kids by the way. Even though I'm sure Wardlow is doing a much better job at kicking their ass's right now."
You hug Max back tightly and nod. Once you've felt like the hug has lasted long enough you let go and take a step back. "You know, in another scenario we would have made a good couple." You joke. "But I guess it's too late for us now, huh?" You ask him.
"Awe, don't count me out yet, sweetheart." Max grins and lifts your chin playfully with a finger. "I've been known for making decisions that get my ass beat all my life."
#wrestling#aew#all elite wrestling#aew fanfiction#aew x reader#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#aew fanfic#aew fic#wrestling fanfiction#wrestling fic#wrestling fanfic#syd's wrestling fics#mjf x reader#maxwell jacob friedman x reader
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Two Bros and a Baby
Title: Two Bros and a Baby
Pairing: MJF x Reader
Word Count: 886
"Are you sure that you're okay? You look kind of uncomfortable," Max's voice was full of genuine concern and care. If someone would have told Ash that the guy she had been hatefucking a year prior would be doting on her hand and foot, she would have never believed them.
"I'm fine," Ash reassured him. "Relax, go have your match. I'll be right back here after you win."
"Kiss for good luck?" Max asked. Ash leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. She was careful not to leave any of her lipstick on him. Max placed his hand on Ash's stomach, and the fetus inside moved towards him immediately.
Ash smiled to herself at the knowledge that when their child was born, they would love Max. He had been so nervous about being a father, but Ash didn't think that he had any reason to be. Max had completely changed his attitude towards their relationship and stepped up in ways that Ash didn't know he was capable of.
"Good luck out there man. I'll keep an eye on her," Adam said. Max smiled and thanked him quickly before going out there. Adam helped Ash over to sit by a monitor, knowing that she'd want to watch Max's match. It wasn't a title match, but it was the start of a new feud.
"Shit," Ash winced. Adam shot her a concerned look, one that Ash was in the middle of brushing off when she felt her water break. "Fuck. Adam, I need to get out of here."
"You're not? It's not time, is it?" Adam asked. He looked incredibly freaked out, not that Ash could blame him.
"It is," Ash confirmed. Adam sprung into action and ran to get one of the doctors in the arena. Ash was unsurprised when he came back with Britt and an EMT. Everything after that happened so quickly that Ash realized she never got the chance to have someone tell Max where she went. Surely, his match was over by the time that she had arrived at the hospital.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Adam asked. He was holding Max's place as the doctors waited for Ash to dialate some more.
"Where's Max?" Ash asked.
"He's on his way now. Don't worry about that or anything else," Adam reassured her. Ash appreciated it, but it didn't help that Adam looked super nervous. Between the doctors talking amongst themselves and the uneasy look on Adam's face, Ash was on the verge of a panic attack.
It only got worse each moment that Max was kept away from her. They had a plan for the birth. Ash would happily accept whatever drugs they offered her, and Max would try his best to help deliver the baby. He had even gone as far as to watch a couple of videos and take classes on what to do.
"I am afraid that we can't wait much longer. This baby wants out, and to avoid any complications, we're going to have to try a c-section," the doctor said.
"I'll let Max know when he gets here," Adam said. Ash watched him leave the room as the doctors prepared her for the procedure. Ash was terrified that Max wouldn't get there in time, but as she was wheeled out of her room, she swore that she saw him in the hallway waiting for her.
"I'll be right out here, baby!" Max called out. He followed Adam to the waiting area, glad that someone was there to sit with him. Max couldn't fathom being alone while he waited to make sure that the loves of his life were okay. He couldn't raise a baby without Ash, it wasn't even something that he was willing to think about trying.
"Hey man, are you doing okay?" Adam asked. He sat down next to Max and placed his hand on the back of Max's shoulder. Adam was worried about Max. He had been for quite some time, but it wasn't until recently that Max had begun to show his nervousness.
"I'll be fine. Ash is going to be fine, so I'll be fine. The baby will come out healthy, and there are tons of guys who can give me pointers about being a good dad," Max reasoned. Adam wasn't quite sure what to say to him, but luckily, he wasn't alone in waiting for Ash.
"You're right Max," Britt spoke up. Max and Adam looked over towards her, both with thankful looks on their faces. "And if you guys need any help, Adam and I will always be there for you."
"I'm right here, by your side. I want to help you be the best version of yourself Max, I really do," Adam said. There was a moment of silence in the waiting room before Max turned and pulled Adam into a hug. Max had never had a friend like Adam, someone who genuinely seemed to love and support Max.
"I love you man," Max muttered. Adam didn't say anything back to him, but Max didn't mention it, assuming that Adam just didn't hear him. There were more pressing matters at hand anyway, ones that kept a blanket of tension in the air until the doctors came in to announce that Max's son had been born.
#one shot#my writing#aew x reader#aew#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf x reader#mjf
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Argument - MJF Headcanons
Pairing: mjf (maxwell jacob friedman) x gn!reader
Warning: swearing
A/N: going to start doing headcanons when I don't want to write a whole fic when a small idea pops into my head. this way ill be motivated to write more.
masterlist \ wrestling masterlist
you and Max on the same page were tolerable
you and Max mad at each other?
hell. a nightmare.
he's irritating, obnoxious, a pain to be around
"he's being such an asshole. how could he have said that?"
"you signed up for it when you started going out with him."
Max yelled at anyone and everything in his path
even objects that were in his way
“what idiot places a crate in the hallway. fucking stupid.”
the crate is there every week.
you were walking around irritated all day
resting bitch face
no one dares to speak to you
what was the fight about? no clue at this point.
"have a good promo asshole."
"I will darling, hope you break a leg during your match!"
"gladly will!"
it was confusing. it was compliments made to each other but it was in such an aggressive tone that nobody really understood if the words were genuine.
you both did tho. even in an argument you wished each other the best of luck
but some jabs needed to be thrown to keep up the facade
by the end of the show both of you are tired but neither would apologize.
none of you were mad at the other anymore
the car ride back to the hotel is quiet with Max texting away on his phone. he couldn't even look at you once during the whole ride.
when you opened the door to your shared hotel room you were greeted with two dozen roses and a pasta dinner.
"kissing ass Maxwell?" you asked teasingly, with a smirk playing on your lips
"not in that way." he quipped back not missing a beat.
the night ended with some cardio (where did the energy come from? no clue)
by the next day, you guys were strolling into the local gym hand in hand.
the few wrestlers who were there chuckled to themselves at the sudden mood change (or rolled their eyes, no in-between)
"want to help me do reps baby?"
"we're never going to get our work out in if i do."
#aew#aew imagine#aew x reader#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#maxwell jacob friedman imagine#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf x reader#mjf imagine#all elite wrestling
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Just natural
Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Fem reader
Description: When you get sick, your friend Max shows a side to him you never knew of or seen before
You cough roughly as you sit in your locker room standing up to go change in your ring gear when the dizziness from earlier came back much stronger almost falling had not been for the hand that grabbed your arm. You turn to see your friend Max by your side who looked concerned and even a bit scared as he slowly sits you down on the couch knowing something was wrong by how pale you looked, the cool sweat on your face while you skin felt burning hot, and your uncontrollable shakes that ran through you immediately yelling for your mutual friend Adam who told Tony Khan your condition who immediately told adam to have you took home which is what max did as soon as adam peeked in the doorway telling him that you had the rest of the rest of the week off if you were still sick after three days trying to walk but almost passing out before being carried out by max who drove you home in your car laying you on your bed grabbing meds and making you soup while you carefully changed clothes and laid under the covers quietly groaning in pain as max comes back. He props you up and as you try to reach for the bowl he stops you "Ah ah no I'm helping you" you eat slowly and take the meds slowly dozing off in between the painful coughing and violent shakes until you finally feel asleep with max watching over you, he wipes your face before placing a cool rag over your burning forehead tucking the cover under your chin texting adam back when he texted asking if you were okay as he made a quick store run to get more meds and ingredients to make you stir fry knowing that something more solid would help you other than soup and crackers checking on you as soon as he was back heading back to your bedroom when his alarm went off knowing it was time for you to take meds again as he finishes the stir fry seeing you awake shuffling back to bed after using the bathroom. You show a small smile seeing the bowl of stir fry whispering a tired thank you as you eat slowly watching tv until you took the meds again as max rings the wash cloth out before placing it on your neck then your forehead as you fall back asleep feeling max's finger caress your cheek which made your heart flutter until you were asleep, he falls asleep behind you an hour later while gently rubbing your arm remembering that it helped you calm down before your matches smiling when he sees you relax better from the action before falling asleep himself until two hours later updating adam on your condition that next morning after you wake up taking a few sips of cold water feeling a bit better than the day before "You didn't have to stay Max" he shakes his head as you eat having a bit more energy to fully sit up without feeling dizzy "I had to I wasn't just gonna leave you badly ill" he lightly rubs your head as you take meds feeling a warm press against your forehead smiling when he presses a light kiss to your forehead noticing the look on his eyes "You're not usually this affectionate or sweet" he grabs and moves you to sit in his lap. "I care about you and caring for you is...just natural" you melt as he sways lightly squeezing you gently before turning your face to look at him holding your face as he kisses you turning to lay your head in the crook of his neck "Love you Max" he smiles which makes you melt always feeling like putty when you got to see his real smile "Love you my doll".
#maxwell jacob friedman#aew x reader#aew#mjf x reader#mjf#judgementdaysunshine's fluffvember celebration#maxwell jacob friedman x reader
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being in love with MJF headcanons:
✨friends to lovers✨ dynamic - may you be aware of it or completely oblivious just as Max is, this thing would be going on from and for forever. slow burning, pining and bittersweet.
you'd possibly be childhood friends. the kind of friends that met by chance, maybe during a class assignment or at a b-day party, and just stuck together. but you might as well have met recently, the bond between the two of you would be the same.
you'd be the kind of friends that finish each other sentences as you speak.
you'd order each other food just because you know exactly each other taste.
one of you would message or call at the same time as the other is checking their phone only because you tend to think about the other, or miss them, at the same time.
no one ever wants to play the mr & mrs game with you because you two are annoyingly unbeatable. and you always team up. like always. even when you are with someone else.
you rock at giving each other the best presents. birthdays, christmas/hanukkah, random events, they are perfect every time. there's no competition. if you had been involved with someone else at the time, this particular event had caused problems in the relationship. no partner likes to be outshined by the person who is supposed to be "just a friend".
on this note, in his private life, Max is absolutely terrible at remembering dates, events or even appointments. unless it involves you. not that he had been involved much, but when he had been, something like this would never be easily forgotten or ignored by his partners.
you spend so much time together. like an impossible amount of time. you are so used to it that you move around each other's houses like it's your own. not only that, in each other house you've got a spare toothbrush, phone charger, some clothes and your favourite pillow - just in case. you've got each other spare key and the freedom to drop unattended.
you are so used to spending time together being apart for more than a few days is painful.
and with Maxwell's job happens often.
but you get invited to follow him as often as possible.
you are his number one supporter, of course, always. and you must enjoy wrestling just as much as Max does. you have to be careful saying you've got other favourite wrestlers though, especially if they are Max's colleagues in AEW because he can be jealous.
he is jealous regardless.
never once he liked one of your partners and every time it wouldn't work out he would arrogantly say "I told you so", offering one of his cocky smiles, never realising no relationship ever worked for either of you because you were basically involved with each other.
see the thing is, Max is completely emotionally unavailable. He is totally terrified of getting attached to people, which makes him a prime example of the avoidant type - which makes him a walking red flag.
he stuck with you though.
your friends don't like him. they know your relationship with the guy isn't healthy but trying to get you away from Max is impossible.
his friends, instead, adore you just cause they can tell what you mean to him. but getting him to realise as well is impossible - he's just dumb and blind.
and it goes without saying you are basically part of each other's families.
it's tradition for you to spend the holidays with Max's family and more often than not, whenever there's a family gathering, you are also invited.
he has definitely brought you as his plus one at more than one wedding or bar mitzvah.
ever since you danced to fallingforyou, by the 1975, that has become your song. you both listen to it thinking about each other. but you're just friends.
everyone knows you are completely and desperately in love with each other, but you got so good at pretending you were only friends you had no ears for any of it. both of you.
you'd be the kind of friends that are actually a couple in everything but the sexual aspect of things.
he is that kind of guy. he likes to fuck around without getting involved. that's the way he likes it. every relationship he had has been brief and without strings.
that's the way he feels safe and in control.
you know well about all of his conquests and are extremely good at hiding how much it hurts that his choice, in the end, is never you. you are only friends after all.
he doesn't consider the possibility of being attracted to you. not because he is totally unaware of the fact that deep down he is, but because getting there with you would possibly mean ruining what you have.
as already noted, he is big, dumb and blind.
he'd never admit what he feels for you because the fear of being rejected petrifies him.
and you wouldn't do anything to change it either because of a similar fear. to lose him would mean to lose your sun.
you are the kind of friends that hold hands and cuddles, even in public. Max often has his arm around your shoulders and you, naturally, have your hand in the back pocket of his pants. in crowded places, where sits run low, you sit on his lap with ease and zero embarrassments.
you are even used to kissing each other on the lips. not so regularly to be something you are used to, but it is not uncommon either.
you had never fully made out though, that falls into sexual stuff.
you don't do it often. it's generally more of a goodbye thing you do when you know you won't see each other for a long time - just in case.
it all started as a bet someone had thrown and both of you were so stubborn to prove to be just friends you did, in fact, kiss.
And then you kept doing it. softly though, like keeping a secret.
deep down you both know it means something. it leaves behind an undertone of guilt and desire that you both can't shake.
but you are just friends.
a/n1: these headcanons are g/n and can suit anyone. it is absolutely compatible with mjfxadam cole if you like. because it's so totally canon you can't tell me otherwise but i've decided to focus on mjfxyou in general.
a/n2: i've dreamed about mjf and this dynamic last night and couldn't take it out my fucking mind all day. had to write it down. I can't afford to fall into another fanfic - even when this could totally be one and I am cheeky and I've left out all the best parts - but I also do not have time to throw myself into another project and I'm notorious for struggling finishing fics :')
a/n3: don't ask me what this brainrot is. I do not know. don't hold me accountable. sorry about the typos. as I said my brain is rotting away. bye ✨
a/n4: i've fallen into another fic - this is now happening, find it here
#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf x reader#mjf x you#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#mjf imagine#mjf aew#adamjf
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Im so feral and its almost my birthday so ykkkk i deserve this
Mjf x Reader
Lowkey been thinking about reader being related to punk and mjf wanting them so bad and the feud fueling that and reader being like “yk…hes kinda” and they have like a secret little relationship and mjf drops that fact when hes like PISSED at punk and wants to get under his skin and readers like “😦ohmygoodness” ykyk? You can have free reign with everything else tho 🤭🤭
Star-Crossed Lovers
Maxwell Jacob Friedman was an asshole. Everyone knew it, there was no way around it. Your older brother, famously known as CM Punk, seemed to be pretty fond of the fact. You however, had a bit of a different…perspective of the man. Considering this perspective, you just so happened to be waiting around the corner he would have to walk by to get to his locker room (of which he left to go mess with Phil, of course).
“Hey.” You spoke, interrupting his stride through the hall. He gave you no answer, only cocking his eyebrows at you before starting to continue, only to stop once more and turn back with confusion written on his face.
“Aren’t you Punk’s-“ He started to question.
”Yeah.” You interrupted with a bit of a scowl. “I’m also, y’know, a world renowned wrestler, but yeah. He’s my brother.” His well known smirk returns as it had been before.
“Well, if you’re looking for your bastard of a brother, he's bleeding out in the ring. Courtesy of yours truly.” You give him a shrug, a smirk finding its way onto your face as well.
“I’m sure he can handle himself. But in the meantime, need any blackmail or somethin’?” And with those few sentences, you had slithered your way into his evil, bitchy, withering heart. Not that yours was very different.
Much similar to many other weeks, your brother and…lover(?) were out shit-talking each other in the ring. Gearing up to their next and possibly last match, of course they were. This time though, you had the pleasure of sitting ringside thanks to doing commentary the match prior and having nothing better to do than stick around. As interesting as it was, it was also quite boring considering how often it happened, so you sat next to Tony Schiavone in one of the commentator chairs, which were actually quite comfortable, picking at your nails and talking to the fans behind you.
Tony tried to call for you but stuck in a conversation with the very nice lady behind you, you waved him off and continued talking about your own rivals (who had been the match prior). He called for you once more, making you roll your eyes and apologize to the nice lady before turning your attention to Tony and placing the commentator headset back on.
“Yes, Tony?” You asked through a couple of huffs and puffs.
“Your brother, CM Punk,” You’re quick to interrupt with a mutter of how you’re aware of this fact. “seems to be getting quite, uh, heated with MJF in there, what’re your thoughts of the young man?” With a sigh you think for a second, leaning your head onto your hand held up by the chair arm.
“Well,-“ you start, swiveling the chair back and forth with your feet, but the center of the question himself interrupts you from inside the ring.
“Y’know Punk, for as much as you hate me,” He turns from his position facing away from you, now leaning against the ropes closest to commentary with the smuggest face you’ve ever seen him hold (if that’s even possible). You’re eyes shift to look behind him, at your brother who seems very confused, and back to MJF who starts speaking again, starting with your name. “Seems to like me very, very much.” Phil seemed to think he was just joking around, his expression quickly turning annoyed as he moves to speak, but just like he had done to you, Max interrupts him while turning his back to you to face your brother. “I mean, just ask where they were last night.” He turns back to you, asking for Phil. “Where were you last night, sweetheart?”
The crowd oohs and ahs as your widened eyes shift back and forth some more, your back straightening. Tony made a remark from beside you with a laugh.
“Uhm…”
Come to think of it, you wouldn’t answer your phone last night. Phil raises the mic to his lips with a warning of your name.
“Uhh…” You try to hide your growing smile with pursing lips as he says your name again, this time with a bit of disbelief. A smirk forces its way onto your face as you shrug up at him coyly. “Oops?”
Punks eyes widen, scoffing at your admission as the mic tumbles from his hands. He looks over to Max, who had moved to lie against the turnbuckles in the corner, with no care in the world and a huge smile. Watching as he advances to Max in his anger, you're quick to jump to your feet and pull the headset off, putting yourself in between the two.
“Are you seriously only gonna put the blame on him? I mean, cmon Phil! I was the one who made the first move!” You yelled at him, giving him a little push. He looks at you with what seemed to be a little bit of disgust and a whole lot of hopelessness, so much it hurt just a little bit, even if you’ve seen that look before many times.
“I wish I could say I couldn’t believe you, but this is so terribly in character for you.” He tells you with the shake of the head before he starts to leave the ring.
“Phil.” You start after him, quite annoyed. “Phil, cmon!” You yell at him some more as he jumps down from the ring, refusing to look back at you leaning against the ropes closest to the ramp. “You can’t blame me for this, he’s cute!” He continues shaking his head at you, finishing his walk up the ramp. With a roll of your eyes you turn back to Max with a sly smile. “Did you really have to do that?”
With a shrug, he meets you in the middle of the ring. “Oops.” He repeats your earlier statement of guilt.
Your smile grows as his hands meet your lower back and your own meet his chest. “It’s whatever. He’ll get over it in a couple weeks, I went after this guy he despised in high school so…” You give him another shrug, moving your hands up to the collar of his suit.
“Gotta type there, huh?” He brings you in closer moving one of his hands from your back and instead to grace across your face, landing on your jaw.
“Oh, absolutely, I do.” You speak, giving the thumb that had landed under your lips a teasing bite. Not a very soft one either, it was a habit Max wasn’t too fond of (except for right now. Right now it was really fucking hot.). “Let's get the hell out of here and, uh, continue last night, yeah?” The look he gives you tells you enough, but so does him physically turning you and leading you out of the ring.
You always just loved the assholes, didn’t you?
BOOOOMMM LOOK AT ME GO!! Don't expect anymore my breaks over 😒 but this was a very fun one and reader is a bitch it was so so so fun to write and it's totally giving Romeo and Juliet hence the title
ALSO HAPPY EARLY BDAY!!!!!
#mjf x reader#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf#aew#cm punk#liv writes;*!#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#gn!reader
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yandere MJF after reader gives birth?
Be My Happy Girl Again
Summary: Max thinks you're focused on the wrong things once your daughter is born
Warning: Yandere!Max, possessive Max, manipulation, Gaslighting, reader giving birth, guilt, baby being used to manipulate the reader, depression, postpartum depression, reference to readers mom's death, referencing to Max having something to do with your moms death.
An: This is a follow up to this fic
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose
It Should have been the happiest time in your life, but all you could think about was your mom. You finished the nursery, but all wondered if your mom would have liked it. Max would bring you home a gift, and you would wonder if your mom would have bought something similar for the baby. And once your daughter was born, you couldn't help but wish your mom was there to meet her.
The tv had turned into background noise as you sat in the dark house. You hadn't had time to clean much, leaving the house cluttered, and your personal hygiene had become much less important. You were curled up on the couch, staring over at the small crib you'd dragged into the living room for your daughter to sleep in. Your chest was killing you, you needed to either wake her up to eat or pump soon, but just the thought of getting up seemed impossible.
"Y/n!!" You jumped slightly when Max ran into the room, yanking your daughter out of the crib. She immediately started screaming making you sit up.
"What are you doing?!"
"I wasn't going to just stay in the other room while you let her cry!" Your husband snapped, making you frown. She hadn't been crying, she had been asleep... right?
"What are you talking about? She was asleep-"
"You're calling me a liar? You think I don't recognize my own daughters crying!?"
"No! I just..." You shook your head slightly, trying to force your mind to think back before when Max had come in. But the current screaming was making it difficult.
"How will I ever go back to work if I'm afraid you won't take care of her?" Max motioned to the small baby he was slowly calming down in his arms. His words caused tears to well up in your eyes. What was wrong with you? Why were you struggling so much with this?
Max made a sound off annoyance, causing you to cry harder as he laid your daughter back down. "Come here," he whispered while wrapping his arms around you.
"What's wrong with me?" you cried into his chest. "Ever since my mom died, I just feel-"
"Jesus Christ." Max snapped, yanking you back from his body. "Stop thinking about her, it's been what, 3 months? You should be over it by now."
"Wh-what?" you whispered confused. He had been so understanding any other time you'd talked about your mom, why did he seem so angry.
"If you can't stop letting that effect how you raise our daughter, won't let you stay with her alone." Your eyes widened at his words.
"You can't do that-"
"Like hell I can. Your mom didn't even like the fact that we were starting a family, she probably wouldn't even like y/d/n."
"She would have loved-"
"You have to choose between being with us or the memories of that woman." Max crossed his arms over his chest, practically glaring at you.
"I-" You stuttered slightly, still crying. "I want to choose you..." You finally said, making Max's body relax and he pulled you back into his arms.
"Good. I talked to the doctor; she thinks some meds would help you feel less stressed. I'll pick it up for you tomorrow." You just nodded, used to Max doing stuff like this. "Then you'll be my happy girl again."
#aew#fanfiction#request#yandere#aew oneshot#oneshot#mjf x reader#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#yandere!mjf#yandere!maxwell jacob friedman
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LINGERIE I THINK WWE & AEW WRESTLERS WOULD WEAR
WARNINGS: Lingerie es stupido, hide your eyes if your under 18
A/N: I TOTALLY don’t have a thing for men in lingerie. Also getting back into wrestling soooo.
ADAM
JE Y
JIMMY
MAX
SOLO
#adam cole#jey uso#jimmy uso#maxwell jacob friedman#solo sikoa#aew#wwe#adam cole x male reader#adam cole x reader#jey uso x male reader#jey uso x reader#jimmy uso x male reader#jimmy uso x reader#maxwell jacob friedman x male reader#maxwell jacob friedman x reader#solo sikoa x male reader#solo sikoa x reader#aew x male reader#aew x reader#wwe x male reader#wwe x reader
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look after you - mjf
mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader
word count: 2.9k
warnings: injury (concussion), mostly fluff, probably ooc for max idk i’m trying. for simplicity i’m using ring names, slightly nsfw at the end
summary: when you sustain a concussion during a match, someone has to watch over you. who better than your older brothers new bff?
your vision blurred as you were slammed onto the canvas, your head hitting it harder than it was supposed to. you were supposed to get up and move to do the next spot- supposed to kick out of the pin, but you couldn’t find the strength to move, instead you eyes fluttered closed as your chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.
it should’ve been like any other match- it was only a power bomb- a simple move that just went slightly wrong. you couldn’t even remember who your opponent had been, your head was spinning so fast. you heard the bell signalling that the match had been ended prematurely, but it sounded like it miles away.
officials rushed over to check on you, and you could feel their hands carefully lifting you onto a stretcher and taking you out of the ring to medical. you could tell people were talking around you, but couldn’t hear what they were saying as you drifted out of consciousness, and everything around you went black.
•••
when you woke up, you were in your hotel room, the bright lights had been turned off so that the only light in the room was lamp on the side table. your head was pounding, but you managed to sit up on your own, albeit slowly, and take a look around. to your surprise, you weren’t alone; none other than maxwell jacob friendman sat in the arm chair in the corner of the room, his head on his shoulder as he slept. max had become friends with your older brother adam in the last few months, and while you were still wary of max due to his reputation as a bit of a scumbag - how much of that was his character you weren’t sure- you had no personal issue with him. if you were correct, he was around your age, maybe a year or two older, and you had been a little surprised at how fast he and adam had become friends.
max seemed to notice that you were awake, as he stirred in his seat.
“hey- how’re you feeling?” he asked, walking over to the side of the bed to check on you.
“i have a headache but i’ll live,” you sighed. “don’t take this the wrong way but-“
“what am i doing here?” he laughed, and you nodded, regretting the decision instantly as pain shot through your head. max placed a hand gently on your shoulder, before seemingly realizing what he’d done and removing it.
“take it easy. the doctor said you need supervision for 48 hours, and your brother asked me if i could keep an eye on you since he’s at home with britt this weekend,” he explained. “but if you’re uncomfortable with it i’m sure we could find someone else to-“
“no not at all. i just didn’t expect to see you when i woke up you know? we’ve hardly talked,” you replied, and then realized that may have come across as rude. “but i am grateful, it’s nice of you to do this for adam.”
“we’re brochacos for life,” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked cute when he had a genuine smile on his face instead of the usual cocky smirk.
“i’m assuming if i’m not in the hospital i can’t be hurt too bad,” you thought aloud, and max nodded, pointing to the end of the bed silently asking permission to sit. you pulled your feet up under you to sit cross legged and he took it as a yes.
“yeah, somehow just a minor concussion. you should be back to kicking ass in a few weeks. just gotta take it easy and avoid bright lights for a few days.”
“i can do that,” you sighed contently, relieved to hear it wasn’t a more serious injury.
“we were all really worried about you. that bump looked really fucking scary,” he admitted, and you felt even more grateful that you were in as good a condition as you were. a smile crossed your face.
“maybe it has something to do with the wonderful nurse i have,” you teased, gesturing to max, who mocked offence.
“please, you wish you could see me in one of those little nurse outfits- i would look fantastic,” he joked.
“i don’t think they really wear those anymore. or you just have a perverted idea of it.” you both laughed, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. you trusted you brothers judgment, and if he was friends with him you knew that max must have some redeeming qualities. it also helped that he was so handsome,
“you should get some sleep, it’s late,” max said, and you glanced over at the clock, seeing that it read 2:05 am. even though you had just slept for almost 4 hours, you were exhausted. your eyes landed on the uncomfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room, and you felt bad thinking about max having to sleep in it. your room unfortunately didn’t have a couch or pull out bed but it was a king sized bed, so there was more than enough room for two people.
“you don’t have to sleep in that chair. it’s probably terrible for your back and i would feel bad making you sleep there after you’re being so nice and taking care of me,” you offered.
“it’s not a big deal; and i don’t know how much adam would appreciate-“
“adam doesn’t have to know. besides, it’s not like that,” you rolled your eyes, and max smiled.
“thanks,” he said softly. he stood up, pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a black tank top, a good chain around his neck. he walked over to the other side of the bed, and sat down before switching off the lamp, leaving the room dark. you both laid down, the large bed leaving a comfortable amount of space between you as you found yourself drifting off to sleep with ease.
“goodnight, y/n,” you heard max softly say, but you were too tired to reply, already nearly asleep.
•••
sometime around 10 am, you began to stir awake, not yet conscious enough for your brain to register the feeling of arms around your waist. your head hurt significantly less than it had last night, and you shifted slightly, before you felt yourself being pulled closer to max, who you realized had at some point in the night, pulled your back against his chest and caged you safely in his arms. you knew you shouldn’t, but you found yourself enjoying it; he was so warm that you couldn’t help but turn over in his arms, curling into his chest as he hummed slightly, still asleep as he tucked you under his chin. you couldn’t have got up if you wanted to now, tightly in his embrace as he koala hugged you, and you felt yourself fall back to sleep.
max woke up about an hour later, and looked down to see you securely in his arms, and his heart sped up. this wasn’t supposed to happen- what would adam think if he saw this? of course nothing like that had happened, it was just sleeping; but would adam believe that? would anyone? the worst part is how much he enjoyed waking up next to you. while agreeing to watch over you had not been an elaborate attempt to get in your bed, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before. he knew it was wrong, your brother being his best and only friend after all, but he couldn’t stop himself from the growing attraction he had to you, and it was only getting worse the more time he spent with you. how the hell was he supposed to survive 24 more hours alone with you? max felt you move slightly in his arms, but rather than waking up, you nuzzled into his chest more, and at that moment he realized just how screwed he truly was.
max placed a soft kiss to your forehead, and this time you did wake up, and he was worried he had fucked up. but as your eyes opened and you looked up at him, he was relieved when you didn’t freak out. instead, you mumbled a soft ‘good morning’, and max let you out of his grip.
“how’s your head?” he asked, and you smiled before responding.
“i haven’t had any complaints,” you smirked, and it only took max a second to get the joke. he laughed, rolling his eyes as you sat up against the headboard.
“very funny.”
“i feel a lot better. i think sleeping definitely helped,” you gave a real answer now, and he smiled a genuine smile again as he looked up at you, still laying with his head on the pillow. “is the bed more comfortable than the chair?”
“definitely,” he scoffed. “it could have something to do with the cute teddy bear i had.” you felt your cheeks heat up, and you grabbed the pillow from behind you and whacked him with it. he laughed again, the pillow over his face before he moved it to his chest, and a comfortable silence fell over the room.
“adam…” you started.
“doesn’t need to know,” he finished the thought you were having. you nodded, thankful that it didn’t hurt your head this time.
“do you want to order breakfast?” you asked, carefully standing up for the first time since the match. max noticed you wobbling, and rushed out of bed to offer a shoulder to you. “i guess chivalry isn’t dead,” you teased.
“what can i say i’m a gentleman,” he smirked, helping you over to the chair in the corner.
“thank you,” you said, as he passed you the room service menu. “i was right - this chair is awful,” you laughed, confirming your suspicions having now actually sat in the rock hard piece of furniture.
“yeah, i think i might’ve lost years off my career if i slept in it,” max laughed, rubbing the side of his neck as if imagining the stiffness he would’ve felt. you continued reading the menu options until you found something you wanted, and then extended the paper to max.
“do you know what you want?”
“do i,” he mumbled. he was distracted looking at you and hadn’t meant to say it out loud. you looked at him funny, assuming you had just misheard him and honestly thinking nothing of it. “uh no i have to look at the menu.” he cleared his throat.
“here,” you smiled, and he took it from your hand before sitting on the end of the bed. as he looked over the food options, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. how did he look so good first thing in the morning? his brown curls were slightly messy, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips. you were sure you looked horrible in comparison, and decided to try to walk on your own to the bathroom. max looked up at the movement in his peripheral vision, and offered to help again.
“i’m okay - i’m gonna have to figure out how to stand on my own at some point. unless you’re going to help me shower?” you joked, and max raised his eyebrows, and you swore his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“i mean if you NEEDED me to i-“ he teased, grin on his face. you had much better luck walking on your own this time, and managed to make it all the way to the bathroom door, grabbing a change of clothes from your suitcase on the way by.
“nice try, friedman,”
“just trying to be helpful,” he smiled, and you shook your head.
“you can go ahead and order the food; i’ll just have whatever you’re having. they should just charge it to my room but if they don’t my card is in my wallet,” you pointed to your bag on the dresser, before stepping into the bathroom.
“just yell if you need anything,” max offered, before grabbing the phone to order the room service. he heard the water turn on, and after he had ordered gave his credit card number - no way in hell he was using yours.
after he hung up, max flopped dramatically onto the bed, landing on his stomach with his face in the pillow. he noticed it smelled slightly of your body spray, and groaned softly. get it together, he thought to himself, but the thought of you in the shower was doing nothing to help his brain from thinking all too much.
•••
you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling a lot better after letting the hot water relax your muscles. you wrapped a towels around your body and dried off before putting on your clean clothes, a simple t shirt and some shorts since you would be staying in the hotel room all day. deciding in the mirror that your appearance was acceptable, you walked out of the bathroom to find max laying face down in the bed.
“what are you doing,” you asked, laughing slightly.
“i’m relaxing- what does it look like i’m doing?” he replied, and you walked over to the side of the bed next to him. he rolled over so he was looking up at you, and sat up with his back against the headboard. “the food should be here soon.”
“awesome. want to find a movie to watch? you can pick since you’re stuck here with me,” you offered.
“you feel up to staring at a tv screen for 2 hours?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t really thought about that.
“good point. i think i’m fine, if my head starts to hurt i’ll close my eyes,” you promised. max looked at you unsure, but sighed.
“fine, but don’t push yourself. come here,” he said, gesturing for you to sit next to him, and you resisted the urge to curl into his side. what had gotten into you, you thought.
•••
the food had arrived and been eaten, a movie playing on tv that you weren’t really paying attention to. it wasn’t really bothering your head thankfully, but the constant thought of how close max was to you was plaguing your mind, the scent of his expensive cologne driving you crazy. you decided to make the most of the opportunity, and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. he looked down at you, immediately wrapping his arm around your back to hold you close.
“you okay? is it bothering your head?” he asked. “i’ll turn it off.”
“it’s okay, can you just turn it down a little? i’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute,” you mumbled, and max turned the sound nearly to mute, before you felt him pull you into his lap, your legs over his sideways. you were a little surprised, but nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, a without thinking, placed a gentle kiss below his jaw. you both froze, and you pulled back to read his expression. you began to apologize, when his finger reached forward to gently hold your chin. you nodded softly, before max leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. he tasted sweet, a hint of maple syrup on his tongue from breakfast, and you felt your heart skip a beat. he kissed you so gently, like you were made of glass, and when you finally separated, you both stared at each other, catching your breath.
“i-“
“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” max admitted, his cheeks flushed, and you were sure yours matched.
“really?” you asked, surprised.
“uh, yeah?” he said, like it was obvious. “god, adam would kill me if he could read minds.” you laughed, leaning forward to kiss him again, gently nibbling at his bottom lip. his hands landed on your hips and adjusted your position to straddle his lap, the blanket gathering around your waist.
“adam’s not here,” you pointed out. max screwed his eyes shut.
“i’m starting to think that you’re a very bad influence,” he groaned, his voice a little deeper than usual.
“how can i be a bad influence on someone who calls themselves the devil?” you asked. his fingertips dig into your sides,
“i’m trying really hard to behave myself right now, but you’re not making it easy….” he trailed off, looking up at you as he breathed heavily.
“i don’t know what you’re-“ you played dumb before he interrupted you with another kiss, rougher than the previous ones. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, before his tongue slipped past and explored your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, and max bucked his hips upwards slightly at the sound. he pulled away, breathing heavily as he apologized.
“i’m sorry- i don’t think we should do this right now. i really don’t want to hurt you.” he admitted, and you could tell that it pained him to say it. you kissed him one more time, gently again, as if to say you understood.
“you’re probably right. i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay. don’t think i don’t want to,” he assured you, and you nodded. curling into his side again, you rested your head back on his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek quickly before you closed your eyes.
“thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled, feeling sleepy again. max pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you hummed softly.
“anytime. although, maybe next time you don’t have to get a concussion to convince me to spend time with you,” he teased, and you playfully punched his ribs. “okay, okay, sorry.” his hand rested on your thigh, his fingertips drawing little shapes and patterns on your bare skin.
“deal.”
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Can you make a MJF x reader where he gets needy while kissing. (Based on a tiktok)
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Warnings: slightly sub max
A/N sorry this is so short. I promise I'm trying to get to requests when I can. I'll also be writing my luchasaurus story soon bc I'm obsessed with him lowkey. Enjoy<3
It started off innocent, you were just wishing him luck before his match. It was Max who took it 3 steps further, what once was a simple kiss became heated and intense. Flushed faces and roaming hands almost making Max late for his match. He didn't care though, he was filled with a strange emotion, one he rarely felt, neediness.
Max made quick work of his opponent, his mind clouded by thoughts of you. The way your hands felt on him, the way you tugged his hair, the soft praise he would receive when he made did something good, it was intoxicating. The moment the bell rung Max practically ran from the ring, not even allowing the ref to lift his hand. He needed to get back to you, needed to feel your body on his, he needed your touch.
Watching the monitor, you watched Max run up the ramp, deciding to meet him in his locker room, you raced there, making it just seconds after he did. Stepping into the room and shutting the door, only for your back to meet it right after. Max, slightly sweaty and out of breath, leans in with a sense of urgency. His hands already under your shirt, grabbing at every inch of skin he can get his hands on. Grabbing and tugging at his hair, he inhales sharply, giving you the chance to take over dominance. He whines softly at you, a plead for you to take care of him. Kissing down his jawline and to his neck, you bite down softly, eliciting a high pitched noise from the man.
"Let's go to the hotel."
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mjf talking you through it 🧎🏼♀️ missin him extra
I'll take care of you
Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist
Warnings: SMUT, unmentioned past trauma
Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max?
I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n.
I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took.
Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can talk. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night?
I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening.
“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.
“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had me lost in my own world.
“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”
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MJF eating out hcs?
Max is very cocky when it comes to eating you out
He doesn't make a big deal of it like you might assume he would
Max enjoys eating you out a lot, mostly because he knows that you'll gush to your friends about it after a few glasses of wine
Max is very attentive, but won't let you push him around
He stops when he is done, not when you've cum, so multiple orgasms is inevitable
Max will get you on the verge of squirting and then switch to using his fingers or cock to better watch it happen
#aew x reader#aew headcanons#headcanons#hcs#smut headcanons#smut hcs#headcanon#romantic headcanons#mjf x reader#maxwell jacob friedman x reader
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