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daddyhausen · 2 years

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

of course ! i miss max so much !!

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• “i hate everyone but you” — mjf •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { mjf masterlist }

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ genre } — enemies to lovers, smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian @wardlow @sammiejane22 @april-jeanette-wagner @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @damnnhausen

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what are you on about y/n-”

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

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

“your action’s speak otherwise-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just shut up and kiss me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“still hate me now?” you giggled breathlessly.

“oh, fuck you!”

“you just did!”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#mjf #maxwell jacob friedman smut #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #mjf x reader #mjf smut #mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman #aew #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERSLIST REVEAL!

Hi all, so I (officially) yet finally got all of the slots written down with my creative mind going, so here are the 31 days of Kinktober 2022 that I will (try) to write! Please note that I am a college student but will try my very best to complete all of the days below! - Shar?

INSPIRED BY: @starsandskies (WINDHAMSROTUNDA'S KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERSLIST)

Below are a mixture of wrestlers from AEW, WWE, NJPW, and NXT (bonuses: 2 actors from Stranger Things).

Day 1: First Time - John Silver (Of The Dark Order)

Day 2: Thigh Riding - Edge

Day 3: Dirty Talk - Jamie Campbell Bower (aka Vecna) (Stranger Things)

Day 4: Size Difference - Luchasaurus (or Braun Strowman IT'S VERY DEBATABLE HERE.)

Day 5: Blowjob - Adam Cole

Day 6: Eating Out - Eddie Munson (Joseph Quinn) (Stranger Things)

Day 7: Edging - Madcap Moss

Day 8: Bondage - Heel!Dominik Mysterio

Day 9: Sixty-Nine - Jon Moxley

Day 10: Pegging - Rhea Ripley x Female! Reader

Day 11: Nipple Play - Jagger Reid (aka James Drake, NXT)

Day 12: Creampie - Tyler Bate (NXT)

Day 13: Overstimulation - Erick Redbeard (fka Rowan)

Day 14: Mutual Masturbation - Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Day 15: Lingerie - ''Hangman'' Adam Page

Day 16: Anal Sex - Daniel Garcia

Day 17: Shower Sex - Jungle Boy (Jack Perry)

Day 18: Clothes On - Jay White (NJPW)

Day 19: Facesitting - Wardlow

Day 20: Spanking - MJF

Day 21: Rough Sex - Roman Reigns

Day 22: Sexting / Phone Sex - Hook

Day 23: Hair Pulling - Drew McIntyre

Day 24: Chastity Cage - Christian Cage

Day 25: Threesome - Santana and Ortiz (and Female! Reader)

Day 26: Collar - Dakota Kai x Female! Reader

Day 27: Toys - Alex Reynolds (of The Dark Order)

Day 28: Begging - Jey Uso

Day 29: Body Worship - Darby Allin

Day 30: Restraints - Dexter Lumis

Day 31: Aftercare - Ricky Starks

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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This is my first year doing this and I am excited.

Some of the rules I have in place.

PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING. THANK YOU.

Please be over the age of 18 when requesting.

I will only do a prompt once. If one has been taken, I will message you asking to pick another one. (If you do not request anonymous).

If you do request under anonymous & the number has already been taken. I will make a post saying it has been taken. Please feel free to make another request.

I am doing this for wrestlers x reader. Doesn't matter how. M x f. M x m. F x f, etc.

I will try to get them out as fast as possible. The ones I have, I have started and will be ready to go.

Please send any requests to ASK.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for this.

If a number has been taken and you would still like a request done, please just send it as a normal ASK & I will do it, just not for Kinktober

The length of said story will be determined by me.

There is no kink shaming here. If you do not like a story, then move on. This is Somebody's request.

This amazing list was made by @the-purity-pen for anyone to use. This is the list I will be using.

These are the Prompts that have already been claimed & for which wrestler.

NO MORE REQUESTS.

Thank you to everyone for sending in requests.

Day 1. 69/Dirty Talk - Darius Martin x f/Reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 2. A/B/O/ Floor sex ~ Eddie Kingston x f/Reader (@cashwheelersgirl89 )

Day 4. Breath Play/Missonary ~ Cash Wheeler x f/Reader ( @1rsolideranna )

Day 5. Breeding/Leather*Latex ~ Cash Wheeler x f/Reader ( @1rsolideranna )

Day 6. Cockwarming/Morning Sex ~ Carmelo Hayes x f/Reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 7. Costumes/Sex Toys ~ Trey Miguel x f/Reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 8. Creampie/Voice Kink ~ Darius Martin x f/Reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 9. Double Penetration/Stripping ~ Wardlow x f/Reader with one of her toys! ( @cashwheelersgirl89)

Day 10. Drunk Sex/Spanking ~ Eddie Kingston x f/Reader ( @maeleelee )

Day 11. Erotic Photos/Rimming ~ Santana x f/Reader ( @cashwheelersgirl89 )

Day 12. Exhibitionism'Voyeurism/Hate'Angry Sex ~ Wheeler Yuta & Daniel Garcia x trans male! reader ( @stxrrlightwrites13 )

Day 13. Face Sitting'Fucking/Dry Humping ~ Roxanne Perez x dom! female reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 14. Fisting/Love Bites*Marks ~ Adam Page x f/Reader ( @cashwheelersgirl89 )

Day 15. Group sex/Overstimulation ~ Matt Menard & Angelo Parker x trans male! reader ~ (anonymous)

Day 16. Bath*Shower Sex/Intercrural Sex ~ Chuck Taylor x trans! m/Reader ( @stxrrlightwrites13 )

Day 17. Licking/Pegging ~ MJF x f/reader ( @xangelonmyshoulderx )

Day 18. Bondage/Lingerie ~ Roxanne Perez x f/reader ( @sistergurl-x716 )

Day 19. Boots Worship/Masturbation (@maeleelee )

Day 20. Dirty Dancing/Mirror Sex ~ BCC x f/Reader ( @maeleelee )

Day 21. Nipple Play/Praise Kink ~ MJF x f/Reader (@biforrollynch )

Day 22. Object Insertion/Phone Sex ~ Konosuke Takeshita x afab! reader (anonymous)

Day 23. Food Play/Orgasm Denial ~ Channing 'Stacks' Lorenzo x dom! male reader (@hooks-martin )

Day 24. Outdoor Sex/Tender Sex ~ Hook x f/Reader ( @cashwheelersgirl89)

Day 25. Pet Play/Sex Pollen ~ dom! William Regal x sub! trans male reader (anonymous)

Day 26. Sexting/Wax Play ~ Ricky Starks x f/Reader ( @cashwheelersgirl89 )

Day 28. Formal Wear/Strap On ~ Ethan Page x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 29. Body Worship/Table Sex ~ Channing 'stacks' Lorenzo x f/Reader ( @hooks-martin )

Day 30. Public Sex/Temperature Play ~ Cash Wheeler & Dax Harwood x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 31. Free Choice ~ Kenny Omega & Wardlow x f/Reader (@nicoleveno14 )

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #plentyoffandoms Kinktober #wrestler x reader smut #aew #all elite wrestling #ring of honor #roh #nxt #wwe

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keysgrave · 2 years

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Wrestlers I Write For

I write for both aew and wwe now!

* indicates my favorites to write for

Keep in mind I usually only write female or gender neutral reader as they are easiest for me

I'll also write certain ships(I added those at the bottom

AEW:

Kenny Omega

Hook*

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Chuck Taylor*

Trent

MJF

Danhausen*

Kris Statlander*

Cash Wheeler

Dax Harwood

Wardlow

Kyle O'Reilly*

Orange Cassidy*

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson*

Ricky Starks

Eddie Kingston*

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kip Sabian

Ruby Soho*

Athena

Buddy Matthews

Malakai Black

WWE:

Daniel Garcia

Jamie Hayter*

Toni Storm*

Austin Theory*

Johnny Gargano*

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Jimmy Uso*

Jey Uso*

Shayna Baszler

Indi Hartwell

Seth Rollins*

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Dominik Mysterio*

Rhea Ripley*

Damian Priest*

Finn Balor*

Bayley*

Dakota Kai*

Iyo Sky (Io Shirai)

Naomi (idk if she still counts as wwe tbh)

Alexa Bliss

Asuka

Liv Morgan*

WHO I WONT WRITE FOR:

I will not write for any of the following

Sammy Guevara

Tay Conti

Anna Jay (it depends tbh, I'm willing to just not alot)

Jake Hager

Chris Jericho

Bryan Danielson (I dont like writing for him sorry)

Sting

Darby allin (I dont like writing for him)

CM Punk

Max Caster

The Miz

Dexter Lumis

Ships

Hook x Danhausen (hookhausen)

Trent x Chuck (best friends)

Dax x Cash (FTR)

Orange Cassidy x Chuck Taylor

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room.

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.” He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers.

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder.

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal.

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.”

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Hello!! The request could be with the promts?? I’ve been thinking about reader being attacked/disturbed by MJF enemies and MJF and the Pinnacle rescue her and take care of the situation. Thankss!!

Hey there! This is a super fun idea; hope you like it! We love a softly violent Max. This could be seen as a continuation to this request over here! Thanks for your request!

Pairing: MJF x OFC. Rating: T. Warnings/Content: A little wrestling violence. Word Count: 774.

(I don’t own gif; credit to warinhisname!)

Being associated with MJF, let alone close to him, came with more than a couple known truths. One was that damn near everybody else wouldn’t be thrilled about it. She knew that when she threw her lot in with him and even then, she hadn’t looked back. Never even second guessed it. It was the others she wasn’t sure about; the Pinnacle. Wardlow, she knew and trusted. The others? Jury was still out.

Her music died down as she rotated her wrists. The noise of the crowd died down in her ears and all she could do was focus on the match ahead of her. Max wasn’t able to be her second that night and it was fine, she knew he was a busy guy. The bell rang and her opponent met her in the middle of the ring. It should have been a by-the-books match, just a handful of minutes and it would be over. Her back hit the ropes and just as she was about to step forward, her feet went out from under her. She was quick enough to keep her face from hitting the mat but not fast enough to stop herself from being pulled under the bottom rope.

The stranger rained blows down on her back but the sound of Max’s music made the stranger pause long enough for her to scoot away. It was a female wrestler she had never seen before but she recognized the rest of the group that had taken over the ring. They didn’t take long replacing her spot in the circle and far as she could tell, they weren’t taking the break up well.

The unknown wrestler backed away from her as the Pinnacle rushed down the ramp. That usual smirk of Max’s was gone, his eyes sharp and the muscle in his jaw ticking. Just as he was about to say something, she saw the way he mouthed fuck it and threw the mic to the side. That was enough for the rest of the group to start brawling. Max made his way around the side of the ring, his eyes burning something hateful as he leered at the newest member of the Inner Circle.

She was just pulling herself up by the ring apron when he knelt down by her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He lifted her up and she stared at him, still slightly dazed from her fall. His hands, his eyes, on her were quickly bringing her back.

“They fucked up,” he said and she nodded. It was a simple statement but when she met his eyes, she knew it was a case of not only had they fucked up, they had fucked up for life. He gestured to Wardlow and the big man was quickly by his side. Max gave her a quick kiss to her cheekbone before he transferred her over to Wardlow. Max slid his scarf off and laid it across her shoulders. Then he undid the buttons at his wrists and rolled his sleeves up. “Get her out of here. I’m not done yet.”

She had no idea how long the brawl lasted, she just knew that it had been over an hour until Max joined her back in one of the medical rooms. She could hear the rest of the Pinnacle behind the door before he closed it.

“I want you to join us,” he blurted out when he stepped in front of her. There was blood on his ring but he looked at her like he was nervous. “Be a part of the Pinnacle. Bullshit like that won’t ever, ever happen to you again. We’ll be on top and to hell with the rest of those cowards and has-beens.”

That edge to his voice sharpened every word he said and she sat up on the medical bed, her brows slightly pinched. She had never been part of something like that before. The doubts she had about the Pinnacle, about the men that had rushed out to help her, subsided with each second. But still, she hesitated.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” Right then, it was enough for Max to soften. Just by a touch. “It’s been a crazy couple of hours and I just want to get out of here.”

Max grabbed her hand and after a couple of words with Doc Sampson, they were out of there. Immediately, Dax and Cash asked if she was alright. Shawn promised a chair for the next asshole that bothered her. Maybe they were alright. Maybe it was where she was supposed to be. It sure felt that way with Max beside her.

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xoxowrestlinggyrl · 4 years

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The Secret Admirer

Requested: No

Pairing: MJF x Female Reader

Word Count: 1082

Warning[s]: Fluff

Summary: You have a secret admirer, who keeps on sending you flowers. You give up on trying to find them, but you end up finding them when you least expect it.

A/N: This is my first MJF fiction. I hope you all like it!!! I hope I did him justice.

“Roses and Sunflowers for a Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You looked up from your cellphone seeing Cody with the bouquet in his hands. There was a note attached to the bouquet. A couple of weeks now, Y/N has been getting a bouquet along with a cute little note. You have no idea who is sending the flowers to you. You started lingering around backstage longer, hanging onto corners, listening to conversations, trying to figure out who could be the person sending these flowers. You thought it was some prank at first. If it was a prank, it wouldn’t have gone on for so long, right?

You took the bouquet from Cody, “Thank you, but I am sure Brandi is going to be pissed at me from getting these flowers from you.” You joked a bit.

Cody playfully rolled his eyes, “Do you have any idea who is sending you these flowers? It’s been going on for a while now.”

“I have no idea.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve given up on trying to find out who is sending them to me. I don’t think I will find out who it is.”

“You never know, Y/N/N, it’s probably going to happen when you least expect it.”

“Like love? Please.”

“I’ll laugh when both of it hits you in the face. It’ll stop you from being so jaded.” He pointed out.

You laughed, “Yeah, right, Cody.” You brushed off.

“I mean, is there anyone in particular you want it to be?”

Your eyes fell on Maxwell, who just walked past with Wardlow. You love for your secret admirer to be him. You doubt it's him though. You are starting to think it might be Sammy Guevara with the way he is blowing kisses at you. Wouldn’t a secret admirer want to keep it a secret?

“It’s not Sammy.”

Your eyebrow raised, “What makes you say that?” You were a bit relieved though.

“He thinks it’s “stupid” to get you flowers. He thinks he’d be able to impress you with his body.” Cody rolled his eyes as the words came out of his mouth. You made a face at that.

“Ew, no, no, no.”

“Yeah, so it’s not him. Just be careful, Y/N/N. I know you’re going to find him sooner or later.” He told you as a warning. You nodded your head.

“I will, you know how I am.”

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Talk to you later, Cody.” There was something off about Cody tonight. He seemed very protective of you. You didn’t know what it was about. Does he know who it is? You slipped your phone in your pocket while walking down the hall. Due to all this talking with Cody, you didn’t have time to cherish the bouquet you got this week. You sniffed the flowers with a grin on your face. Whoever the admirer is, figure out your love of flowers. It’s definitely the quickest way to get your attention. You opened the note attached to the flowers.

‘Your smile is like the sunrise. I hope these flowers keep that beautiful smile on your face, Sunshine. xoxo💖‘

You smiled brightly while reading the note. It gave you butterflies in your stomach while reading the note. The notes were always so sweet. You really wanted to find the person writing these notes. Whoever is doing this, You would give them a chance. You’d kiss them on the lips.

“Did you see how happy Y/N looked, Wardlow?” You heard Maxwell around the corner. You assumed he’s talking to Michael. You decided to listen. Eavesdropping is wrong, but you heard your name. Anyone hears their name, they’re going to be curious. You’re no different.

Wardlow nodded his head, “Yeah, she really was.” He said. “When are you going to tell her how you feel?” Wardlow asked Maxwell.

A sigh fell from Maxwell’s lips, “You know it’s not going to be that easy for me.” He began. “She wouldn’t be interested in a guy like me. Y/N is sweet, kind, and absolutely beautiful inside and out. She is one of the few genuine, down-to-earth people we have nowadays. Honestly? She is way too good for me. If she ever gave me a chance, I would give her the whole world. Besides, Y/N deserves better.” Maxwell told him.

Y/N smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach. It was Maxwell this whole time? It all made sense. You always see him around. Especially when she is getting flowers. You’d catch him staring here and there. He’d always look away whenever you“caught” him. You were going to take a chance. You peaked out of the corner. Wardlow’s eyes widened.

“Who said that I wouldn’t be interested in a guy like you?” Y/N asked. Maxwell had a shock look on his face as he looked at Wardlow. He turned around to see you. He looked flustered, and he looked like he saw a ghost.

Wardlow patted Maxwell’s shoulder, “I will leave you both to it, then.” He walked off, leaving Y/N and Maxwell.

“Did you hear all of that?”

Y/N nodded and smiled, “Yes, I did, Max.” You told him. “You’ve been the person sending these?”

Maxwell scratched the back of his neck, nervously. “It was me.” He admitted the truth to you. “I heard you talking to Kris about how much you liked them. I decided to send you some any chance I got. It turned into a weekly thing. I just want to see you happy,”

“You already make me happy, Max. Going out of your way just to send these to me? You didn’t have to do that. Just doing something like this means so much. Thank you, Maxwell.” You told him. A bright blush showed on his cheeks as he listened to you.

Maxwell chuckled, “It’s no problem, Sunshine.”

“I have to give you something.”

“What would that be?” Y/N got on your toes, and you pulled Maxwell into a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it at first. Once the shock wore off, he kissed you back on the lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck while kissing him.

Slowly, Maxwell pulled away from the kiss. “So, does that mean you’ll give me a chance?” Maxwell asked, still in shock.

“What do you think?”

“Yes?”

“You got it, Max.” You giggled before he planted a kiss of his own on your lips.

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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• kinktober — day sixteen : public sex — mjf •

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{ masterlist } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, sub!reader, daddy kink, public sex, dirty talk, face slapping, mirror sex, spanking, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male masturbation, cumshots, internal cumshot, squirting, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 470

{ pairing } — fem!reader x mjf

{ genre } — smut

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the kiss was heated, his lips feverish against yours

your back pressed against the bathroom door

his hand desperately trying to pry up your tight pencil skirt

it was not most private area for such intimate relations

but it would have to do

“max…” you whimpered against his lips. “we can’t-“

he cut you off with a harsh kiss, effectively silencing you for the moment

“what if we get caught?”

“we won’t if you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut”

his words harsh with his remark

pushing his hardened cock against your inner thigh for emphasis

“face the mirror.” he demanded, giving a rather harsh slap to your cheek when you did not offer him a response in return

“face the fucking mirror” he seethed.

this time you obeyed, feeling the arousal begin to pool between your thighs

you face the mirror, watching intently as he pried your skirt up above your pretty ass

a faint whisper of a smirk was visible across his lips upon the sight

your cunt completely bare, no panties covering your modesty

“fucking slut, you knew your cunt was gonna get used today, didn’t you?”

you gave a mere whimper in return, thighs clenching together with pleasure as he spanked your plump ass

you winced at the sound, not because it hurt

more for the fact of how loud it was

you were just thankful to have locked the bathroom door previously

max freed his cock, not wasting time feasting you

he pushed his cock past your soaked folds

his thrusts were violent, vicious and oh so perfect

you braced yourself against the sink, hips backing back against his thrusts

“look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut” he growled, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure in the mirror

“fuck max-“ you cried out through. choked moan

feeling his cock in the pit of your stomach

“what happened to being quiet, dollface? my cock that good, huh?”

you could only nod in response, feeling the ball of arousal swell in your stomach as he buried himself to the hilt

“you’re nothing but a stupid little cockslut, i own you. i own this pussy”

you only responded in a chorus of resounding yeses

your walls clenching around his thick cock

orgasm exploding around his cock

he was not long to follow suit, coating your walls with his seed

he pulled out quickly, admiring the way his cum seeped from your folds

“stay still” he demanded once more

keeping a hand on your hip, the other jerking off his size

“max…” you whined, thoroughly fucked out to even form complete sentences

“hold on, doll…i’m almost there”

“fuck-“ he gave a final grunt, hot ropes of cum splashing against your plump ass

painting your skin white with his seed.

“get yourself cleaned up doll”

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