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thesupreme316 · 10 months

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i have another request it goes to my other one about you getting injured how about aew boys reaction to you returning after getting injured 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AEW Stars React to: You Returning From Injury (Part 2/Standalone)

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

Word Count: 957

Supreme Speaks: heyyy, this was supposed to be out sooner but my internet cut out and my shit erased (not my bad but my bad). thank you @cassiesworldsworld for requesting a part two and for supporting me. I shall upload tomorrow as well. I hope everyone is having a great day and please know that you are appreciated and loved.

Warnings: not proofread (just grammarly), reader pronouns are not specified (gender-neutral)

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

Link to Part 1

Your return:

After being out for 1 1/2 months, you were finally given the green light to return to the ring

Even though it was less than 2 months, it felt like two years of being away from the ring

Arriving at the arena, you decide to surprise everyone; so you went straight to a private locker and changed into your gear

For your return, you either run out and help a talent going against the Outcasts or a heel tag team (think of Willow helping Skye Blue or Rodrick Strong helping Adam Cole)

Or you answer an open challenge from a person (male or female) and win the match to the crowd cheering and chanting your name (or make up your own, it’s your world)

When you get backstage, you were met with a smile from your boyfriend and or best friend

Dante Martin:

AGAIN THIS MAN IS A BABY

He’s feelin a bit bittersweet

It was nice to have someone with him while he was on the shelf; he didn’t feel lonely

But now he feels like gonna be back to square 1

Until you ran up and gave him a big hug (still being mindful of his leg)

You let him know that he never getting rid of you and you’ll always be his person

He smiles and says “Well 1 1/2 person is better than just 1” (get it? Cause he’s still injured so he’s the 1/2 per-)

Posts you on Instagram saying how proud he is of you

Hook:

Mans smiling from ear to ear backstage

Gladly picks you up while hugging you

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it”

Still keeps asking you how you feel about your shoulder

Mans wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but everyone could see how happy he is

I think depending on how your return goes, he would go out and establish an on-screen “friendship”

Would definitely celebrate with you afterward

Like Dante, he would definitely post a picture of you in his signature black-and-white scheme

MJF:

Posts a tweet confirming your return even though you didn’t tell him (he bribed the doctor to tell him the news)

Cuts a promo and references you

“My best friend/significant other is back, better than ever, better than you, and you know it.”

Will take all the credit for you getting better (to which you throw a shoe at him)

After congratulating you for making your return, he goes right back to roasting you on Twitter and on commentary

Is just pleased that you’re in a healthy position

Is very happy that you’re back and will try to figure out how to get you two in a storyline

If you say no, he will start some drama (will take back the scarf he made)

Eddie Kingston:

Is EXCITED to see you back; again runs around with his head cut off

Makes a small tweet about you

“Hey @Y/N, nice to see you back…now pay me for taking care of your fragile ass dawg.”

Will still be careful when imitating physical contact (hugs and etc.)

Continues to do almost everything for you out of habit

But he'll say it's because you're still depend it on him (to which you hit up side his head)

Like MJF, he will reference you in a promo (but will actually praise you for your durability and fearlessness)

Playfully will hold this over your head and says that you owe him if he gets injured

Ricky Starks:

You couldn’t keep the secret and told him that you were returning the minute you found out

Somehow, he managed to pull strings to get you involved with his storyline

He says it’s because he really just wanna work with you

But you know it’s because he wants to keep an eye on you (and to get even closer to you)

“It’s because you’re a child and I need to look after you.”

Still has a lot of your stuff on standby just in case something happens (always check on you to make sure that you’re comfortable)

Hangs your bedazzled cast/brace up in your living room

Daniel Garcia:

Daniel had a match after your return match/segment

MANS WAS DANCING IN THE RING TO CELEBRATE

And dancing at the club (just look at Isiah’s last vlog)

Will drag you on what he calls a “comeback tour”; and if you thought he was acting up when you were injured, wait until now

“Dude, it’s only 2 AM…why are you trying to go to sleep?” “-_-“

Is happy that you’re relationship/friendship was strengthened

Now that you are on the road, you were made his permanent road buddy (especially with Isiah being out of action)

“Zay, don’t blame me…blame Y/N, they insisted that I replace you because they have no friends”

Kenny Omega:

(side note; i need another kenny gif cause this one is causing me to gain more feelings for this man)

THIS MAN WOULD BE HAPPIEST TO SAY THE LEAST

When you first appeared and the crowd roared, a smile grew on his face

Was training with you up til you returned (you had to tell him cause essentially he is your boss)

Hugged you tightly and frequently checked up on your shoulder throughout the convo

He’s still scared that you’re not 100 percent

You: Kenny, you don’t need to keep checking on me

Kenny: Yeah, but- I think I see your bone poking through…Are you a zombie?

Will perform your signature move as a nod to your relationship

Does it all with a smile

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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Can I please have something about Mjf x reader at All In in London? You can chose whatever you want to write I couldn’t think of anything sorry

London bridge

Summary: You and Max go sightseeing before the big PPV

Word count: 897

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Y/n’s pov:

I woke up this morning with the sun shining in my eyes, it was a cool chilly day in London. Max and I had arrived in London a few days before the PPV to sightsee and catch up on some much needed rest. For the most part we had adjusted to the time difference but of course Max being Max needs his beauty rest. I felt nervous, tomorrow was All In. Max would be wrestling two matches and somehow I managed to get dragged into the rivalry with best friends and the BCC. That means I will be a part of the stadium stampede for the second time in my career. Double or Nothing 2020 I was a part of the Elite’s team and here we are in 2023 on the side of The Best Friends. To be completely honest I was worried about Max’s matches and not my own, sure I was a female and saw the twitter gossip saying I should not be in such a violent match but that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was how Max’s relationship with Adam Cole would turn out to be when this is all over.

My thoughts were broken when I felt Max put his arm around my waste and pull me close into his chest. “Go back to sleep, we still have time” I looked at the clock and it read *7:15 am*. I wanted to cave and let Max continue to use me as a human body pillow but my mind was awake.

“Max, you need to let go of me, I need to get up!” I said, trying to break free of his grasp.

“Y/n, I know you are stressed out right now, but killing yourself in that gym isn’t going to do anything” How did he know I was planning on going to the fitness room in our hotel that was just so conveniently located on the same floor as our room? “I know you Y/n, just stay for a little bit longer then we can go out for a nice breakfast” said a very sleepy Max.

His words were true, he did know me, almost too well. When Max and I first met five years ago at the first All In we instantly clicked, slowly becoming friends and four years later lovers. One of my bad habits I had picked up during my time in Japan was working out till your worked out. Working out to the point of exhaustion, muscles on fire, body in pain, begging for it to stop but not being able to. Countless hours nonstop of intense training as a punishment for feeling feelings that are meant to be felt. As much as I hated to admit it, Max was right. Working out till i’m worked out the day before the biggest PPV in not only the history of AEW but Professional Wrestling itself was stupid. But It was killing me just lying there staring up at the ceiling of our hotel room not being able to fall back asleep. So I decided to get up, shower and get ready for the day while Max slept a little longer.

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Max’s Pov

I love Y/n but sometimes she worries me. Everyone was nervous and stressed about All In but I could tell there was something else that was bothering her, even if she didn’t know it. So, I thought a nice breakfast would brighten her up and take some of the stress away, and if that didn’t work, well maybe a nice massage would do the trick.

Y/n and I walked around the streets of London for a while before finding a cafe which had an amazing view of the London bridge. Even though it is August it was still chilly. I wore pants with a nice sweater alongside my Burberry scarf of course. Y/n had jeans and her Burberry jacket to keep her warm with the cool breeze. The two of us had high tea. Even though I despise going for tea (since my mother always forced me to go with her ever since I was little) I sucked it up and did it for Y/n because I know she enjoys it. Doing things you don’t like for the other is part of being in a relationship, something Y/n taught me. Not to be selfish and help me to become a better person, I will always be grateful for that.

Tea consisted of mini sandwiches, scones, pastries, fruit and of course tea. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would and was happy to see it help Y/n feel better. After we finished we spent the remainder of the day walking around town. We stopped in many different small shops, ate delicious pastries and even got to see the London bridge.

I was so glad to see how genuinely happy Y/n was, being able to forget about what tomorrow held even if it was just for a few hours. It was moments like these where we acted like real people. Not focused on acting a certain way for the sake of a camera. Tomorrow we would be MJF and Y/W/N but for now we were just Max and Y/n, two people who rarely were let out into the real world.

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mystic-story-lover · 5 months

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~ It Should’ve Been Me ~

Jay White x Unnamed Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: N/A

Type: Angst & Fluff

Summary: After losing to MJF at Full Gear, Jay becomes jealous seeing her around him

A/n: Two for one on a ppv

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“How is he?” Adam asked, shifting his head at Jay in the catering area.

“It’s not great, to put it lightly.” She sighed.

For the past few weeks, Jay had kidnapped the Triple B, and tonight it was on the line against Maxwell. For the most part, it seemed that Jay would be okay with losing, but watching him after the match proved otherwise. Maybe it wasn’t the losing that bothered him as much as it was that he wanted the belt. He proved himself of all the things he wanted in Japan, and now in his first title match he fell short, no matter how hard he tried to beat his opponent. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt disappointed in a loss, but this one was different to him. This time, it wasn’t just about putting on a good show for the fans or proving that he could do something. No, this time it was about her. Her with the smile that lit up any room she entered, the gorgeous eyes that he always seemed to get lost in, the outgoing personality that made him fall for her in the first place. He realized his feelings for her when the first person he wanted to celebrate his Wembley win was with her, but he hadn’t told her that.

“Want me to talk with him?” She shook her head at Adam’s question.

Sure, they were good friends, both admitted to that, but right now she wanted to be the one to comfort him. It wasn’t often she saw him like this, bummed about anything, so she wanted to help him, even if he’d be cocky about it. After hearing they were ready for him on the Media Scrum, Adam left, giving her a reassuring smile. Once she knew he was safely out of the room, she began walking towards the table that he’d been sitting at for the past ten minutes.

“Jay?” Her voice laced with worry, catching his attention quickly.

“Hey, what’s up?” The emotion of discouraged still lingered on his face, and she felt awful about it.

“I was wondering if you wanted to talk about your match.” He shook his head.

There was no eye contact, just the empty awkward silence filling the air. Jay knew he needed to say something, anything, to her. Yet, he couldn’t get a single word out. Unsure if it was fear or if it was simply his nerves, Jay stood, wanting to leave so he could think. Normally, he didn’t mind doing it when she was around, but this time, when it was about her, he wanted to be alone.

“I’ve got to go.” He left without another word, leaving her confused.

Not thinking too much of it, she turned and left for the media area. After his questionnaire ended, Max would be leaving from the right side. Since Jay left, she decided to meet the champ when he was done. Scrolling through her Instagram account, she almost missed the sound of his laugh filling the room when he entered.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” It was clear he was in pain, the sound throughout his tone.

“I was waiting for you. How’s the leg?” He groaned at her question, giving her the answer, she needed. “Alright, so that’s a not great.”

He laughed at her joke, causing her to smile. They’d been friends for a few years now, most of the time keeping it off social media. Max was this entitled heel on screen, but the man she knew, he was different. He’d been kind to her when she needed a friend, and that’s how it started for them.

“So first you’re going to keep that title from me, and now her too huh?” Jay yelled it, and even though it was a question, to her it sounded less like that. In her mind, Jay was angry, but she didn’t understand why.

“What are you talking about man?” Max called back; his fists clenched.

“You know what I’m talking about Friedman. Since you’re out here stealing my girl from me too!” His exclamation led to all eyes on her, and she felt tears in her eyes. Without saying anything, she took off for her car, not bothering to grab any of her stuff before leaving.

For a while, she drove in silence, not really having a destination in mind. What had Jay been talking about when he called her his girl? Even an hour later she still didn’t have the answer to her question, and she knew there was only one place to get it. Once she pulled her car into a gas station, her phone dinged letting her know someone texted her. Grabbing it to see who, she noticed it was from the one man she needed to talk to. He wanted to talk, if she was willing, and he also had let her know that he brought her stuff back to the hotel room for her. In her zone of driving, she’d forgotten all about her things, including her camera with all the photos she’d taken during the show. In the morning she would message Tony about bringing them for him to see, since she left before he’d finished with the scrum. Thinking of a plan, and falling short, she’d decided to return to the hotel.

“Jay, are you still awake?” He flipped the switch on his beside lamp, signaling to her that he was.

“I waited for an hour at the arena for you.” His words were gentle. They’d always been with her, tonight being the exception. “Then I waited two more hours here for you to come back. When it hit the two-hour mark, I thought you decided to crash with Max.”

“I’m right here.” She whispered softly, and he nodded his head. A sniffle could be heard from where she sat on her bed. “We need to talk about what happened.”

Jay rolled so he could face her, his bare chest exposed from the lack of blanket. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him shirtless any other time they shared a room, but after what he said tonight, it felt different.

“I’m sorry, especially about the yelling--” His words trailed off as he focused on pulling himself into a sitting position. “I know that you’re probably confused.”

She nodded, not saying anything else in case he wanted to keep explaining.

“I’ve lost belts, and I’ve lost title matches, but tonight was different than those times. Before, I was trying to prove to the audience that I was the best in the world. Tonight, it wasn’t about proving myself to them, at least not in my eyes.” Another sniffle came, and Jay turned his head to look at her again. She noticed the red puffy eyes, informing her that he’d been crying recently.

“When you step into a ring, people know who you are, there isn’t anything that needs proven.” A small smile appeared on her face, an effort to comfort him.

At this, he chuckled, knowing that while it may seem that way, it wasn’t how he saw it. “There was, and I failed to do it. It got to me, and I let it trample over my emotions.”

“If it wasn’t the crowd, then who did you want to prove it to?” He smiled at her, and he went to speak before her phone rang out. Checking it, she frowned, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation any. “It’s Max, but I don’t have to answer it.” He shook his head and leaned to turn off his lamp.

When her phone fell silent, his motions stopped. They sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say to the other. It was he who’d been the first to break it.

“I wanted to prove it to you.” Jay released a breath after his admission, giving her time to process what he’d said.

“Why me?” Now was the hard part of the conversation, at least how she saw it. He’d say something about needing everyone to say he was the best, as an ego boost, but it wouldn’t be what she’d want.

“The way I feel about you.” He sucked in a breath before continuing. “When I won at Wembley, you were the first person I ran to backstage. I wanted you to celebrate and be happy with me. At All Out when BCG won, you were there waiting for me. I’d been so frustrated with how my hair was sticking to me, and you took the time to brush it out of my face. Each time something happens, I want to share it with you.”

“Jay, I didn’t know you felt this way.” She whispered.

“I didn’t expect you to, if I’m being honest. Seeing you with him tonight, it caused me to get jealous, and I just snapped.” Her laugh at his words caught him by surprise, but he smiled.

“Well, I’m impressed with you in the ring.” He laughed at that. “I’m also impressed with who you are outside the ring. The kind of guy who’ll wait a total of three hours for you, the guy who’ll share his emotions with you, even if he doesn’t like them. That’s the version of you that I want to celebrate wins with, brush hair from your face, and share memories with.”

“As friends?” His question was expected, since she hadn’t flat out admitted things the way he had.

“I was thinking as your girl, since Max can’t take me away from the guy I like.” Without even finishing her sentence, Jay had the blanket off and was standing in front of her. When she did finish, he leaned down and kissed her, both hands coming to cup her face.

The kiss was filled with passion, one that she’d feel on her lip's hours later. When he pulled away, his hands stayed, holding her like she was the most perfect thing to him.

“I hope that was okay.” He whispered, lips barely above hers.

“It was perfect.” She smiled at him, and he kissed her again. “Come on, let’s lay in bed.”

“You don’t want to shower first?” He asked, but she shook her head.

“Well, I’d like to lay in bed with my man, but I seem to be missing that title for someone.” A giggle left her lips as Jay kissed her for a third time.

“You got me there. How about I ask you with more of these kisses I’ve been giving for free.” He teased.

She nodded; a playful grin lay on her face as they crawled into bed. Jay rolled slightly, turning off the lamp, and kept his end of the bargain, filling her night with kisses as his girl.

#~ my story :) ~#aew imagine #aew fluff #jay white fluff #jay white imagine

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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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Sweet Surprises

Pairing: El Phantasmo x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 5,375

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend at the Tokyo Dome and spend every moment with him which causes you to miss him more and to miss home. Riley’s been missing you more than he can fathom so he finally asks you a very important question.

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I had to adjust some events to make them fit better for the story. For the full story, I recommend reading part one!

Part 1

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You finally landed in Japan, relief washing over you. You were home.

As you collected your luggage, you sent a quick text to Pieter to let her know you had finally landed. She was the only one that knew about your surprise arrival, you trusted her to not say a word to anyone. You didn’t want to just surprise Riley, you wanted to surprise the rest of the club too.

Once in the car headed to the hotel, Pieter texted you the details about what was going on with Riley and the club. You let out a little chuckle as you imagined the club running around like Pieter described, they truly were helpless without you, seeing as you kept everyone and everything in order.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel where you would be hiding your belongings in Pieter’s room.

You quickly texted her that you were out front and paid the driver, thanking him with your best Japanese. As you turned around you saw your best friend turned sister with a huge smile plastered across her face, eyes watering at the reality of you really being here.

“Pieter!!!!” You exclaimed, dropping your luggage to the ground and racing towards her as she ran towards you. The two of you embraced in a tight hug that was making breathing extremely difficult but you didn't care at the moment, you were just so thrilled to see her in person again.

It had been a long seven months since you last saw your boyfriend but close to a year since you’ve seen Pieter and the rest of the club — close to a year since you’ve been home. You missed it so much it hurt but you did enjoy your opportunities that you've received in AEW, it just didn’t have your family.

You spent a lot of days questioning if this was the right move, leaving everyone and everything behind. You knew sometimes the right decisions were the hardest ones to make and stick with.

Despite missing Riley, Pieter, and the rest of Bullet Club, you made the most of your opportunity to gain more exposure to the new fans that AEW brought you. You learned fairly quickly that you were competing with Britt Baker, Jamie Hayter, and couple others for fan favorite in the women’s division but what you weren’t expecting was competing with the likes of Jon Moxley, Hangman Adam Page, Hook, and the self proclaimed devil, MJF amongst a few other men as well for fan favorite. Turns out you had more fans in AEW than you thought.

You were brought back to reality when you heard Pieter laugh, looking in her direction to see her shaking her head. “You we’re talking to me weren’t you?” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help thinking about much I missed you, the club, and Japan.” Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you both should get going if you wanted everything to go smoothly. “We better go. I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions, especially Riley’s.” You grinned at imagining everyone’s faces upon seeing you for the first time in a year.

The two of you headed the few blocks to the Tokyo Dome, talking and laughing as you went. Listening to Pieter’s stories of the drama and shenanigans the boys had gotten into, you really missed out and you were right, they were a mess without you keeping order. You weren’t going to dwell on the past and missing out, you were going to make the best of the next few days and hopefully sort things out.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Dome, you and Pieter slipped in the door and pretty much played a ninja game in order to stay hidden and keep watch for the perfect time to jump out and surprise the boys.

You both waited in your hiding spots for what seemed like hours before all members of Bullet Club were present. You and Pieter shared a nod, Pieter casually came out of her hiding spot, the boys all too caught up in their conversations and bickering to notice she had been hiding. She made countless failed attempts to get the boy’s attention. You decided that it would be best for you to get their attention the only way you knew how — to whistle as loudly as you could.

The whole room came to a halt, conversations and bickering stopped on a dime. You watched as the every member of the club turned in the direction of the sound, no doubt looking for the suspect.

The shock on all their faces when their eyes landed on you was beyond priceless, jaws fell to the floor, eyes were about to pop out of heads. The only movement came from your boyfriend, who all but ran to you as he shoved everyone out of his way, scooping you up in his arms and squeezing you in the biggest bear hug you’ve ever received. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed back. “Surprise!” You managed to speak the best you could as your oxygen was running out causing you to tap him twice on the back, your signal to tell him that you needed a minute to breathe.

You felt Riley reluctantly pull away, his hands resting on your shoulders while he examined your face, taking in the moment to really grasp that you’re here for real and not some sick dream — he had plenty of those since he left you the day after Forbidden Door.

You couldn’t take your eyes off his handsome face, therefore neither one of you knew you had a audience, the entire Bullet Club was watching the sweet reunion despite whatever they felt about love and forgetting about their bickering and conversations if only just for a little while.

“How did you…. When did you…. You’re really here, right? This isn’t some dream, right?” Riley all but begged, pleaded, and prayed. He brought his rough yet still soft hands up to your cheeks, thumbs gently rubbing smoothly across them to wipe away the tears you didn’t know had begun to fall.

“Yeah baby, I’m here. I’m really here.” You smiled a watery smile.

That was all the reassurance he needed before dipping his head down and capturing your lips with his. The crowd in the room was long forgotten until you both heard cheering and clapping, Pieter desperately tried to tell the boys to stop and let you two have your moment, but none of them listened causing Pieter to shake her head and join in.

You and Riley jumped at the sudden noise filling the room, laughing as both your attention turned to see smiles on faces, even on the most stone faced members.

After catching up with everyone, you let them go get ready for the show. Pieter stayed with you and Riley and watched the massive event take place — Wrestle Kingdom 17. Hearing the crowd clapping along and showing their respect made you miss performing in front of the Japanese audience. There was nothing like it in your opinion.

The matches seemed to have flown by and before you knew it, it was time for Jay to defend the IWGP Heavyweight Championship against Kazuchika Okada. You, Riley, and Pieter watched on a nearby monitor as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Heavy and hard slaps and kicks came from Okada, landing on their target more often than not.

The three of you watched Jay got beat down by Okada time and time again, every time it looked like Jay was making progress Okada shut him down.

As the match drew closer and closer to the end, you knew this wouldn’t end well for Jay but you hoped you were wrong. Unfortunately, you were right. Kazuchika Okada defeated Jay White to become the new IWGP Heavyweight Champion.

The mood between you, Riley, and Pieter went downhill, knowing Jay would be a range of emotions. You noticed Jay’s actions at the end of the match, how he grabbed Okada’s boot, how he attempted to pull himself up using Okada’s leg, you couldn’t mistake the look on Jay’s face, especially the look in his eyes — he was beginning to spiral, a breakdown was on the horizon.

As the audience was leaving, you slipped your hand in Riley’s and looped arms with Pieter and made the walk to the Bullet Club locker room. You were more than ready to get to the hotel and have Riley all to yourself.

It took some time to finally get to the hotel due to futile attempts to console Jay.

Finally at the hotel, you retrieved your bags from Pieter’s room, your sweet boyfriend insisted on carrying them for you. “You, my love, will not be lifting a finger when I’m around.” He told you. That was a sentence he often said to you, you didn’t mind it because not only did it make him feel wanted and needed, you knew how much he liked to remind you how strong he was. You also got to watch his muscles ripple as he lifted your bag that didn’t roll. Those arms and back muscles were just a small part of what you loved about him physically.

You deliberately walked behind him to continue to enjoy the view until he paused long enough for you to catch up with him. When you did, you saw the smirk on his face, he knew what you were doing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you like what you were seeing?” He teased, gently nudging your arm as you walked beside him.

You blushed at getting caught. “You know I always do.” You teased back, gliding your hand in his free one and interlocking your fingers with his.

Finally reaching Riley’s room, he opened the door and let you enter. “I was confused on why Pieter kept insisting that I get my own room instead of sharing with one of the guys, but now I know why. She was in on it the whole time?” He sat your bags down by the door and made his way to you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Yeah, she knew. I’m glad you listened to her otherwise tonight would be awkward because the plans I have for you are just for the two of us.” You shot him a wink, reaching up to cup the sides of his face like he had done to you earlier in the day.

You watched as your sexy man raised an eyebrow at your words. “And what would those plans be? Actually, don’t tell me because I think I have an idea.” Riley lifted you up off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist. He made his way with you towards the bed and gently sat you down on the soft mattress.

You pulled him down on top of you, your lips meeting his, clothes were soon being tossed to the floor. Riley trailed kisses down your neck and chest, but your plan wasn’t about your pleasure — it was about his. You took him by surprise and rolled the two of you over, you straddled his hips and trailed your fingertips down his chest then going back up, stopping at his shoulders. “Tonight is all about you, baby.” You leaned down and placed a passionate kiss to his lips then down his neck. As bad you wanted to leave marks you couldn’t, he had to wrestle tomorrow night but that didn’t mean his whole body was off limits.

You took your time worshipping his body and showing him just how much you loved him, making sure he wasn’t left unsatisfied.

Riley let you execute your plan but when you were done, it was his turn to worship you the same way.

After all was said and done, you and Riley were cuddled up in the bed, your head on his chest while your fingers traced patterns across his chest. You felt your lover’s hand slowly and soothingly rub your back. You both knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before your both passed out until morning.

And that’s exactly what happened.

The sunlight peaked through the curtains covering the window across from the bed causing you to stir. Upon opening your eyes and feeling for your other half, you found the bed empty. His side was still warm indicating he hadn’t been up too long.

As you slowly sat up in the bed, you found yourself a little sore from the preceding night’s activity. You rubbed your eyes and stretched just enough to help with some of the soreness, blinking a few times as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight shining through the little gap between the curtains.

Slipping out of bed, you found Riley’s shirt from last night on the floor, you picked it up and put it on, you always loved wearing his clothes and he always loved seeing you in them. You grabbed a clean pair of underwear from your bag and pulled them on. Now where was Riley?

You could tell from where you were standing he was in the bathroom. You could see him with his back turned to you as he brushed his teeth. You smiled, thinking about how much you missed domestic life with him.

You tiptoed your way to the bathroom and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Good morning, handsome.” You voice was full of love, warmth, and contentment, and you felt his body relax into your embrace.

Riley finished rinsing his mouth then turned around still in your arms, a wide smile on his face. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He placed a loving kiss to the top of your head. “I ordered us breakfast. Should be here soon.”

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door with the announcement of room service. You grinned up at your loving boyfriend, “It’s like you planned that or something.” You giggled.

“I’m good but I’m not that good, baby.” He chuckled, reluctantly removing himself from your embrace and heading to open the door.

You trailed behind your lover but stopped at the bed, taking a seat on the edge and watching Riley talk briefly with the hotel’s staff member. The woman wheeled the cart into the room and gave you both a sweet smile before exiting.

The smell of breakfast lingered in the air. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the breakfast he ordered for you the morning after Forbidden Door, the miniature buffet containing all your favorite breakfast foods and the beautiful bouquet of flowers.

Riley came to sit beside you on the bed, watching your reaction as you examined the food cart. It was set up in the same fashion as the one seven months ago — a dome covered plate with coffee, tea, and orange juice sitting around the plate. There were small bowls of various fruit strategically placed on the tray as well. A fresh bouquet of flowers were just off to the side of the cart, a mixture of your favorite flowers — colored roses, sunflowers, daisies, and tulips. You lifted the dome lid to reveal the plate was covered in pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was the exact same foods he had ordered you before. Seeing how he remembered every little detail of that morning made your heart swell and your eyes water. He always surprised you time and time again at how thoughtful and sweet he was.

“You remembered!” You exclaimed, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. “This is so sweet Riley!” You sniffled, turning to see him looking bashful.

“Don’t cry babygirl.” Riley said softly as he wiped the stay tears away. “I remembered how much you liked this last time so I may or may not have wrote it down for reference.” He nervously admitted. “I was hoping you’d like it again.”

“Like it? I love it and I love you!” You pulled him into a loving kiss. The moment was interrupted when your stomach growled causing the two of you to break the kiss with laughter.

The two of you made yourselves a hefty plate and just enjoyed the peaceful moment until Riley had to get ready for the busy day ahead. Tonight was New Year Dash and Riley had a tag match alongside your fellow Bullet Club members: Taiji Ishimori, Kenta, and the surprise of Jay White.

You missed being a part of these events, they were all so grand and surprises weren’t uncommon. You decided to get ready for the day as well, even if your plan was to just be El Phantasmo’s shadow. You didn’t mind it at all, you loved seeing him doing what he did best. You were always his number one fan and biggest supporter as he was yours.

Stepping out of the bathroom, dressed with the exception of your shoes, you sneakily smacked his ass as you passed him on your way to your suitcase. You giggled as he whipped around, a eyebrow raised only to freeze where he stood in font of the full length mirror on the wall by the bathroom door.

You had on his newest merch shirt, a pair of skin tight jeans, and the necklace he bought you for your birthday during the first year you were together. The necklace was simple piece, two hearts interlocked together on a thin chain. The chain was thick enough that it wouldn’t break easily but thin enough that it complimented the hearts perfectly.

Riley was always in awe when you wore his clothes whether it was his clothes from his closet or his merch that you bought, he was always speechless. He watched you slip on your shoes and dig through your bag for something. He soon realized what you were looking for, a pair of his signature sunglasses that he wore to the ring. He watched you place them atop your head.

You stood up and looked over at Riley, who was still gazing at you. You gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he’s staring at you seemingly off in his own little world.

“You’re so….” He paused, clearly thinking of the right word, “stunning.” Riley smiled at you, admiration clear on his face and in his voice. “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

You grinned and shot him a wink. “I know. Now, hurry up! You’ve got some things to do before the show.”

Once the two of you were ready, you were out the door, hand in hand. You gave his hand a little squeeze, it was one of yours and his ways to say ‘I love you’ without saying anything. You beamed when you felt your love squeeze your hand back.

He always made you feel loved and safe and this was no different. All those simple and subtle gestures, the silent exchanges of love between the two of you were so special to you and Riley knew it, you knew all those things were special to him too.

As you went throughout the day, you would stand off to the side, letting Riley get all the attention he deserved as he answered questions and gave a few comments about the matchup. Every time he finished one of his obligations, he would make a bee line for you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you slid your arm around his waist. “You did great, hot stuff.” You would beam. His response was giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head, a smile forming on his lips.

Time flew by and the show was starting in the next hour. You were in Bullet Club’s locker room, scrolling through Twitter, looking to see if anyone has mentioned you being at the arena. You saw a few little things but nothing major, you didn’t mind it because you weren’t here for anything other than to see and support the club but mostly your other half.

When the show finally started, you watched as the opening match was announced and got underway. You were sandwiched between Riley and Kenta one of the couches in the room.

You remembered how the guys would always want comfy couches and whatever other ridiculous and high maintenance requests they could think of just to make the poor staff miserable. You would let it go on for a little bit then finally tell them to knock it off, taking pity on the poor staff.

The first couple matches went by quick and before you knew it, it was time the tag match between Bullet Club and Hikuleo, Master Wato, Tama Tonga, and Hiroshi Tanahashi.

You followed behind the boys until Riley grabbed your hand and pulled you in front of him, his hand resting on your lower back. You knew this was his way of making sure you stayed close and to and sure that no one tried to bother you. You didn’t always need protecting, you could more than take care of yourself. You knew that Riley knew that, but you knew he loved to be your protector so you let him be that whenever you could.

Finally at the curtain, waiting for their cue, you went to give Riley a good luck kiss to which he was more than happy to accept. “Thanks, love.” He had this mischievous smile on his face and you raised your eyebrow. “I appreciate that kiss, but the guys and I talked about it and you’re coming out there with us.”

You were shocked. You didn’t have any intentions on going out there but you weren’t about to refuse this. You didn’t know what Tony Khan would think but, at the moment you didn’t care. These boys were your boys and nobody was going to stop you from being there for them.

You heard their music begin to play. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go surprise everyone.” You winked, grabbing your El Phantasmo sun glasses off your head and putting them on your face. You looped your arm with Riley’s and the two of you went through the curtain.

The crowd went crazy seeing you accompanying El Phantasmo as Kenta and Ishimori followed behind. You could hear a flabbergasted Kevin Kelly discussing your presence with an astounded Chris Charlton. You could also hear Gino Gambino excitedly cheering at your return. There was also speculation amongst the English commentators about who the final member of the tag team would be. The three men were shocked to see none other than Jay White come out from behind the curtain.

It was safe to say that between you and Jay, the crowd was definitely getting their money’s worth with two back to back surprises.

You pandered to the audience and waltzed over the the English commentators, a bright smile on your face. “Long time, no see fellas!” You winked at the men and decided to accept Gino’s too sweet.

Before you knew it Jay had made his way over. You didn’t even have time to blink before the club’s leader was going off on poor ole Chris. You did your best to try to calm him but you knew when he got like this there was no calming him. You were more that thankful when your boyfriend came to help, grabbing Jay in a firm but tight hold and pulling away from the commentary team and towards the ring.

You knew this situation wasn’t the time but you were definitely feeling some type of way seeing Riley like that, taking control of the situation and being so calm and levelheaded. What a sight to behold.

Finally the match got underway, you stayed on the floor watching and waiting for any time you were needed. You would also cheer on the boys and get the crowd involved, cheering and pandering to the ones on the front row, you even taunted the opponents from across the ring.

You could feel the urgency and intensity to end the match soon by how they quickened the pace. You couldn’t help but notice how Jay was being towards Hikuleo, his betrayal really got to Jay and that surprised you but only just a little. Seeing the exchanges between the two men you knew this wouldn’t be over regardless of the outcome of the match.

It wasn’t before long that the ref counted to three and the bell rang. Your boys lost and it sucked.

You slipped into the ring and joined them, standing next to El Phantasmo as you watched Jay grab a microphone and challenge Hikuleo. You couldn’t have imagined that he would say those next words — “loser leaves Japan.” You and Riley exchanged a look, wondering what was going on in Jay’s head.

Finally leaving the ring, Riley, being the gentleman he is to you, opened the ropes and helped you out. You kissed his cheek in return with a grin.

After the boys went through the post match comments, the locker room was your next stop. You waited for Riley to take a shower and change clothes. You had forgotten how much went on for New Japan shows and you were getting tired.

Back at the hotel, you had grabbed one of Riley’s shirts that you packed and a pair of underwear and started to the the bathroom when you felt a hand gently grab your wrist. “The night isn’t over yet. I made plans for us and no I’m telling you what they are.” You’re surprised that he wants to go out. You thought you’d spend your last night together snuggled up in bed, you’re not complaining though. “Wear something nice, it’s a special occasion.” Riley told you, letting your wrist go and giving you a nervous but still mischievous smile. What does he have up his sleeve?

You got dressed in a gorgeous lavender dress and black heels. You did your hair in pretty curls with just enough makeup to compliment your look perfectly. You couldn’t wait for Riley to see you. You could just see his reaction, jaw on the floor and frozen in place.

You opened the bathroom door and it was you who was frozen in place with your jaw on the floor. There stood Riley dressed in a white button up shirt paired with a black dress jacket, his pants were dark wash blue jeans. He was doing some touch ups to his hair when you entered the room.

“Wow! You look even more handsome than usual.” Your words caught his attention and he dropped his comb when his eyes landed on you.

“I— You look— Wow! Gorgeous! Stunning! Beautiful! Breathtaking!” Riley rushed to you, forgetting all about his comb on the floor and looked you over, the admiration was unmistakable in his eyes and it made you weak in the knees.

You blushed at his compliments, no matter how much you heard them, you still felt butterflies. “Thank you.” You spoke softly.

The pair of you were out the door fifteen minutes later, arms looped together as Riley all but escorted you to the car.

You asked questions about the night he had planned but he wasn’t giving you anything. He pulled up near a fancy restaurant, you two weren’t fancy people but every now and then you’d treat yourselves like tonight.

The dinner was delicious, the atmosphere was nice, and the waiter was very friendly. It was an overall great dinner.

You assumed that dinner was all you two would do, but Riley drive in the opposite direction of the hotel, you tried guessing what would be next. You got your answer when the car came to a stop at what you called a hidden gem. It was a quiet little part of the city where the two of you had went on some dates before when you were in Tokyo. You examined the cozy park before you, a fairly big playground, a section filled with flower gardens, a walking track and bicycle path, benches and picnic tables scattered throughout as well a pair of water fountains. You loved it here, but you were confused on why Riley took you here so late at night.

“What’s this about?” You questioned, looking over at him to see he was already looking at you, a loving smile played on his lips.

“It’s a surprise.” You pouted at his answer but accepted it anyways.

Out of the car and walking towards the flower garden, you took in how quiet it was despite being in the city. The fountains were lit up setting off a beautiful soft glow, the slight breeze made you a touch chilly so you snuggled into Riley’s side, warming up instantly. You two strolled through the flower gardens and right when you got into the heart of them, Riley stopped causing you stop with him as you were still snuggled into his side. Your eyes met his and you could tell he was nervous about something.

“You okay, baby?” You turned to face him, face filled with concern.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine baby. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about us lately and I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other in person again so I want to ask you something important. You have to close your eyes first.” He tells you, still nervous but sure of himself at the same time.

You gave him a questioning look but did as he said. You heard him moving around for a minute before you heard him exhale to get his nerves settled then speak. “Okay. Open your eyes.”

You were curious as to why his voice sounded like it was coming from below you. You got your answer when you opened your eyes. There was Riley on one knee in front of you, a happy yet nervous smile on his face. Is he….? No, he’s probably going to trick you again with the whole ‘What is it baby? I just had to tie my shoe.’ He’s done it once before, but then again…. maybe he’s serious this time.

“I love you so much more than I thought possible. Being without you the these past months has been extremely difficult for me. I’ve known for a while that I love more than I’ve loved anyone. I’ll be honest I never pictured myself settling down until you graced me with your presence those few years ago. I’ve been thinking about this moment a lot over the past year.” You watch as he dug around in his dress jacket pocket and beam when he found what he was searching for. He pulled out a little black, velvet box.

You were trying not to ugly cry at this moment. Truth be told, you’ve been thinking a lot about this moment too. You’ve know Riley was the one for you a year and a half in.

“Will you marry me?” He asked as he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen. It was a silver band with your favorite gemstone in the center and diamonds encircling it. It was simple but it was perfect because you didn’t like flashy jewelry.

You were full on crying now. You nodded your head repeatedly, a wide smile on your face. “Yes... Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” You couldn’t wrap your head around that this was really happening. You were now engaged to the love of your life, your best friend, your protector, you partner in crime, you’re other half — now you felt whole.

You watched as your now fiancé slipped the ring on your finger. The second he stood up you pulled him in for a loving and passionate kiss.

Riley returned your kiss and pulled back just enough to throw Kenta and Jay a thumbs up and a massive grin. He was thankful he thought to have them there to take pictures and video the entire thing, and sneak him the ring earlier in the day.

Kenta and Jay were happy for their friend and returned the thumbs up with their own happy smiles before quietly leaving the happy couple.

“Let’s go celebrate, fiancée.” Riley grinned, scooping you up in his arms and starting the walk back to the car.

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dirtywrestling · 10 months

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Hi could I request a MJF x fem! reader who’s like an alt bimbo who’s a little chubby and short (like 5’2) ? ✨

Pairing: MJF X Chubby!Shot!Female!Reader

Warnings: None really, cuteness? MJF actually being nice

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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There was nothing more you loved than a weekend with no plans. You've been waiting for a weekend like this for a very long time. Your boyfriend Max didn't have any shows, meet and greet appearance or interviews to appear for.

Snack and drinks were laid out in front of the table as you snuggled your short chubby self into the couch. Sure, you could use your gym membership today and be active but you wanted to be indoors and spend time with Max.

Clicking the 'on' button to your console controller you made face as your X-box wouldn't turn on. Repeatedly pressing the button over and over again and hard nothing turned on. "I fucking should have switched to Playstation." You snarled, about to toss the controller.

"We are a Playstayion family under this house." Max said walking out of the kitchen with popcorn. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He sat next to you noticing the pout on your face.

"My controller isn't working." You huffed, handing it to him to fix it.

Max inspected the black controller and popped the back off and made a face. "Love, this doesn't have batteries." Max placed the clip back on the back and chuckled. "Silly girl." He kissed your red chubby cheek as you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"I knew that." You murmured.

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Can I request an imagine with Jon Moxley where the reader is like a new, young talent in AEW and they’re like notoriously known amongst the other younger talents (people like Dante, Hook, MJF, that kinda age category) for having a thing for Mox and maybe he finds out and thinks it’s cute that the reader has a crush on him?

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, School girl crush

Imagines: Open

"You're kidding?" Jon asked as he was resting against the wall sitting on a bench in the locker room.

"No! You should see the way Y/N looks at you, all puppy like." Hook chuckled making Jon shake his head.

"I never seem to see it." Jon shrugged, lacing his boots up.

"Listen, just talk to her and really watch how she reacts to your voice." Hook informed making Jon think. He never thought you of all people had a crush on him, he thought it was very sweet. Something like a little school girl crush from taking how young you were and how old he was.

Jon took Hook's advice, seeing you with a group of wrestlers after the show talking about what you guys should do once the job was done. "Hey, Y/N."

You froze to hear a gruff voice calling your name, looking over to see Jon Moxley smiling down at you, your face became bright yet and stomach twisted in knots. "H-" You cleared your throat. "Hi." You gushed.

Jon grinned noticing how you were nervous by the way you spoke and how your face was red like a cherry tomato. Jon leaned down towards you, he noticed your breathing picked up at the closeness. His mouth was right next to your ear. "I know." He whispered, pulling away and standing at his full height he saw the horrified look on your face which made him laugh lowly.

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claymorexpunisher · 7 months

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Three's Company (MJF x Fem. Reader x Wardlow) (18+ One Shot)

Summary: Max, Reader, and Wardlow are living together while reader's apartment is being repaired. (This is another short little nugget!)

Tag(s)/TWs: 18+, thighriding, light dirty talk, Dom/sub undertones, threesome.)

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! 🥂

Word Count: 474

A leak in the roof of my apartment found me in the current position I’m in and I couldn’t be more grateful…

It was either dealing with wiping down puddles of nasty-ass water from my floor every two seconds, or…

I could spend the next few weeks just as I was right now, in Max and Wardlow’s apartment, straddling one of Wardlow’s massive thighs while his and Max’s hands stroked my torso and my breasts, paying extra attention to my sensitive nipples.

I gasped and my breasts pushed further against Max’s lips and Wardlow’s hands as Max would alternate leaving little bites on my nipples, and Wardlow stroked along my stomach and back up to cup my breasts, making my clit tingle and my hips move on their own accord.

The tantalizing friction caused by my sensitive clit rubbing up against Wardlow’s toned thigh had me breathing heavy and moaning loud enough to wonder if, upstairs, our neighbors were getting a free show.

If they were, they didn’t seem to mind.

“I think we can just let her come like that. We don’t need to fuck her. She’s close anyway,” Max murmured casually, keeping his eyes on mine as the attention on my breasts grew almost overwhelming.

“Yeah… I think so too. She doesn’t look like she needs us,” Wardlow replied, his tone amused against my ear before his tongue slightly snaked out and lapped at my earlobe, causing goosebumps to erupt along my skin.

“What do you think?” Max said, plush lips dragging from my stomach and back to my mouth. When I took a few seconds too long to answer, trying to wrap my brain around every nerve ending that seemed to be lit on fire, Max pinched one of my nipples and Wardlow the other, delighting in the loud squeal they got in response.

“What. Do you think?” Wardlow repeated Max’s words, enunciating with another hard tug on my nipple.

My hips bucked in response, sending more zaps of pleasure to my clit.

“Both?” was all I could muster, letting out little needy gasps and whimpers as my hips rolled and rolled along Wardlow’s thigh and my own thighs clenched, warning me that I was closer.

I could Wardlow chuckling against my ear and Max’s smirking face made my own face heat up.

“Both?... oh, she’s greedy.” Max spoke to Wardlow behind me, and I felt Wardlow nod against my shoulder, the pads of his fingers now stroking around my breasts teasingly.

“But we like that, don’t we?” Wardlow said huskily, now moving his hands down to my hips, guiding them along his thigh.

But he didn’t have to guide me for too long because once they gave me the go-ahead, my hips rolled and rolled, until my slick juices coated Wardlow’s thigh and painted the dark blue bedsheets underneath us…

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seeingstarks · 11 months

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the cream on the cake wants to escape

summary : being newly signed to all elite wrestling, you don't know many people and expect no one to show up to your birthday party but end up with company of the devil himself and mr. best in the world. pairing : mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader cw : cursing, many sexual innuendos, teasing, breast grabbing/kneading, daddy/babygirl/daddy dynamic, implied cmjf references, thigh riding, cock/clit teasing, begging, male masturbation, blowjobs, dirty talk, double penetration, creampies, butt-plugs, slight bondage, ass slapping, utter filth. a/n : my birthday is in three days and with cm punk coming back soon i just had to whip something up also i love cmjf but basically this is something small i made for myself. i hope you all enjoy it though and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!! my ask box might be open soon for drabbles as i'm slowly getting the inspo for writing again. <3 there may be a few spelling/punctuation errors. word count : 2,518 words tag list : @josiewrites , @baysexuality

some of the talent backstage had their suspicions when you became apart of bullet club gold in just a matter of months after being signed to all elite wrestling.

the rumours began to spread, hushed whispers down the halls the moment you left a room. there was no getting away from your ex - however none of them knew what actually happened.

you carefully hand-wrote each invitation to your birthday party being held later that night, allowing everyone to bring a plus one. in each envelope corner you curled a cursive letter heart with your initials on it.

not knowing many people at all elite, you felt doubt that anyone would come. if you had known more people maybe they would have thrown you a surprise party instead of doing one for yourself.

with a sigh you sat down at catering after grabbing a boxed cupcake juice robinson gave you earlier but didn't have time to sit down and eat until now.

glancing around, not many seemed to even care or notice it was your birthday. they were either too wrapped up in their own lives or didn't see you sitting all alone.

pulling out a lighter from your jacket pocket you attempted to ignite the flame a few times but had no luck. "seriously, the one time where things go to absolute shit and it's my birthday!?" you cursed out weight shifting as you felt someone's presence next to you.

anyone but him. "how is my switchblade babe doin', aye? need a light?" jay questioned with a smirk before pulling out his lighter and igniting the candle on the cupcake as if it were nothing.

you rolled your eyes before even taking a glance at jay, "didn't need your help, and don't call me that. we're not together anymore. don't even know why we're in a stable together." you crossed your arms at your ex.

"wow.. last time i help a friend out. well, i'll leave ya' be then." jay stood up and walked away while you took the wrapper off your cupcake and took a bite from the sweet treat.

a single tear fell down from the corner of your eyelid, today of all days you felt most lonely. the salty liquid ran all the way down to your lips and you didn't want anyone to see you crying. luckily bullet club gold wouldn't be needing the locker room today as you booked it and locked the door behind you.

the rest of the day seemed to go by at an agonizingly slow pace, you began to set up pastel decorations and blew up a few balloons as the clock ticked down nearing the time for guests to arrive.

walking into the washroom, you fixed up your h/c hair and brushed it off to the side while fixing your black dress which hugged your curves perfectly. not having the time to put a bra on or even caring about it, you shrugged while looking in the mirror and threw a light jean jacket on over the dress while slipping on a pair of combat boots, comfort and style.

once ready, you took a seat on the sofa and waited a good ten minutes before someone knocked on the door, "coming!!"

once seeing who was in your doorway your mouth fell agape, so many questions filling your mind but words unable to form.

"you 'gonna just stand there or welcome me in, i'll move ya' if i have too." shaking your head, you simply giggled and stepped aside.

"how- when- where?" you questioned and raised an eyebrow while looking the chicago native up and down who did indeed age like fine wine.

"okay.. see lemme' explain. me and uh- let's say a co-worker of mine paid off the others not to come in order for you to have a special night, that is... if you want."

you punched phil on the chest, who didn't flinch the slightest. the chicago native pretending to be hurt and scrunching up his face, "ouch that hurt soooo much."

"i was crying earlier and this so called co-worker of yours is nowhere to be seen!" you yelled at him and punched the man once again.

"shhh, babygirl. there he is." your eyes left his and looked up to meet with a pair of dark hues belonging to the devil himself who locked the door behind him.

"aw, are you two getting started without me?" maxwell asked.

gulping thickly you hid you your face in the crook of the chicago native's neck, your cheeks starting to heat up the moment phil wrapped his large hands around your waist and gave a slight squeeze.

"so brave before and now look at her hiding... we're gonna' have fun with you tonight, such a shy doll isn't that right?" maxwell taunted and approached the two of you, the heat of his breath running down your own neck sending chills down your spine, "but tonight is all about the birthday girl.. tomorrow me and phil have our fun.. that is if you can still walk by the time we're done."

stepping away from phil momentarily, you allowed him to still hold your hips as you looked up at him with a soft smile. "well... i've always wanted to try thigh riding.." you admitted shyly while glancing between the two men as they each shared a knowing look which could only mean trouble.

"oh? whose thigh do you wanna ride first?" phil pulled you in closer, rubbing his hands along your curves and pressing his growing hard on up against you, "look what you're doing to me already baby.."

maxwell smirked as another pair of hands went behind your figure, going under your shirt and massaging your breasts as you let out a soft moan for the devil, "fuck- not wearing a bra, is that just for daddy?" he asked and pinched your nipples causing a whine to escape your lips all at the same time when phil brushed the tip of his cock up against your clothed entrance.

"n-no it mm- happened by coincidence but i will make sure to wear em' less for both my daddies." you responded with a grin.

"did you hear that phil? she's got two daddies now- will be fun adding a chick into our little adventures, hm?" max questioned the chicago native who simply nodded as the two men continued to tease you.

throwing your head back you let out another moan, your underwear soaked at this point simply by the fact of phil teasing your clothed clit with his cock and maxwell tormenting your breasts with his hands, kneading at them as your nipples hardened under his touch, "more daddy- please-" you begged and took a sharp breath.

lifting your arms up, maxwell helped rid you of the black dress and phil briefly picked you up off your feet to slip the combat boots which were discarded haphazardly toward the floor.

you looked down and attempted to take your underwear off which caused phil to shake his head, "not yet, baby. don't think we forget about your little request."

phil took his clothing off and laid back on the sofa, luring you over with a finger wave as you straddled his thigh he pushed his knee up against your clit.

"go ahead and get off on my thigh, babygirl." your cheeks heated up once given permission as you began to ride his thigh, soft whimpers and moans already falling from your lips at the friction being created from your underwear.

"look at you.. soaked already and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet. just imagine how messy you're gonna be with both me and max inside you." the mere thought of what phil just said caused you to ride his thigh even faster, the moans becoming louder, your attention being adverted for a moment as you looked over in the corner to see maxwell jerking himself off in the chair, "don't stop doll, 'wanna watch." he spoke with a pant and you kept eye contact with maxwell while moaning out, "mmm-fuck!"

you were clearly falling apart on the chicago native, his cock hard while watching the curved beauty above him get off on just his thigh. "daddy- i'm so close-" you whined and grinded up against the man before making even more of a mess in your underwear.

"fuck- i'm close too babygirl-" maxwell spoke in broken breaths and phil gave you the okay to leave his thigh but not before he took your underwear as a sort of token to his accomplishments.

you crawled off the sofa, ass in the air which was definitely a sight to see for phil as your clit was still soaked from moments before. you dropped down to your knees infront of maxwell who had cum already dripping from the tip of his cock.

you stuck your tongue out and gave him kitten licks, looking up at maxwell with hooded eyes as his hands wrapped around in your hair and tugged gently while you took more of his length in and sucked lovingly. the man was already edging himself so it didn't take long for him to fill the entirety of your mouth with his warm seed, "i forgot to buy cake but that was some good as hell frosting." you smirked and wiped the remainder of the cum off your lips.

"always more where that came from, baby. however when the clock strikes midnight we get to have fun our way."

"what does your way entail exactly, phil?" you asked in a shy tone.

"well.. let's just say instead of crying over a stupid ex it will be because of overstimulation or.." phil looked around the room, a smirk growing on his lips, "cause we tied you up with this pastel ribbon. all depends if you're a good girl for us or not. isn't that right?"

you nodded your head, "yes sir, but i rather like that idea."

maxwell stood up from the chair and approached you, "what do you say we try it out tonight?"

you nodded your head so fast if you were a bobble head it would have popped off, eager to have more fun with the two men. "yes, pretty please."

"oh.. look how desperate she is to be tied up and filled with two cocks... think she can handle us both at the same time?" maxwell asked phil.

"let's find out and see."

phil picked you up and carried you to the sofa, placing kisses on each wrist before tying them together with pastel ribbon.

"ass up, legs spread." maxwell used a demanding tone of voice which had you dripping, he ran his fingers along your folds, "such a good girl already. prepared for the devil to corrupt you?" it wasn't a question, more of a warning as he slid into your entrance, giving you little time to adjust in attempts to grasp at the sofa.

"fuck, such a beautiful sight. look at her already clenching onto you so tight max.." phil hummed and entered himself slowly into your asshole, nearly hissing at how tight you were.

"p-phil- you're huge!" you yelled out, head barely able to think of a single thought while being stuffed full of two humongous cocks.

phil slapped you on the ass while entering the rest of his cock into you slowly as maxwell started to thrust, "that's daddy to you, got it?"

"uh-mhmm! yes daddy!" words became incoherent mumbles once the two men picked up speed, both making sure you were okay but at the same time whispering absolute filth into your ears as you clenched around their lengths as if your life depended on it.

"f-fuckk! you both feel amazing!" grunts and groans alike fell from both their lips and you could've sworn you heard them both call each other daddy, leaving you to wonder what they did in the midnight hour before adding a woman into the mix. you were never one to judge but with you there it was three times the charm.

the moans became increasingly louder as they pounded into you relentlessly, you'd all probably end up with a noise complaint sooner or later.

"go ahead and cum babygirl.. we can feel how close you are." you felt the heat of the chicago native's breath up against your ear, "yes sir." the flood gates were open as you came around maxwell's cock and he released inside of you while phil did the same. the three of you continued to ride out the high but you were the most worn out.

phil was the first to pull out as cum dripped from his tip all the way down from your asshole, "i was 'gonna save this for later but.. you should open it now." he handed you a small black box wrapped with a gold bow, the contents inside being a butt-plug.

your eyes went wide as you looked over at the chicago native, "what am i supposed to do with this?"

"think y'know.. sweetheart.. want you to sleep with it in as a reminder who owns that ass." he smirked and took the plug from your hand before inserting it inside your body.

"y-yes sir, thank you for the gift daddy." you placed a kiss to the chicago native's lips which he then returned and nipped at your lower lip, leaving you to want more.

maxwell had been keeping you warm in a way with his cock as you felt him continue to twitch inside you, a whine falling from your lips when he pulled out aswell.

"don't worry baby. there is much more where that came from." maxwell revealed a brown gift bag with the words burberry inscribed on the outside.

you sat back on the couch, still panting a bit while opening the gift from max which was a matching set of burberry lingerie in just your size, on the side was a pair of angel ears.

pouting you looked between the two men and they each furrowed their eyebrows, "what's wrong, baby?"

"just wanted something to keep this cum inside me. love being full of both my daddies icing like a cake." you grinned up at them as phil had something hid behind his back, a matching plug to the one gifted, "you're in luck."

yawning, the night activities started to take a toll on you so you got dressed in the lingerie which would surely be torn apart by morning and you kept the chicago native's gifts quite warm aswell.

once returning from the washroom, maxwell and phil were in their boxers and you cuddled up between them on the sofa before shutting your eyes as they each placed a kiss to your cheek.

"how was your birthday?" maxwell asked as you rested against his shoulder and you scratched the chicago native's beard softly, noticing him start to drift off toward slumber with your loving touch.

"best birthday ever. thank you both so much. now get some sleep, knuckleheads."

phil slapped your ass playfully in response, "goodnight, babygirl."

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