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I didn’t run away this time..

[metamorphesque]

september, 2023

[flagellant]

kill the shift manager in your brain

[flagellant]

you are not wasting time you are vibing. you are not being unproductive you are literally chilling. make a grill cheese with cheddar cheese and slather a piece of the bread with some honey and maybe you'll relax

[seeingstarks]

on the level of the devil

summary : maxwell / mjf finds a way to deal with his brat s/o after his double or nothing match pairing : brat afab!reader x mjf warnings : teasing, chin grabbing, cmjf mention if you squint, general bratting, talk-back, choking, dom/sub dynamic, daddy/babygirl, punishments, blowjob, ball massaging, general filth. a/n : this is my first fic since dec 2022, writers block truly hit me hard & so did irl things but i'm v happy to share this with everyone and that i actually had the inspo to write for once!! as always reblogs are v much appreciated! <3 there may be a few spelling/punctuation errors.

word count : 1,090 words

tag list : @josiewrites , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @baysexuality , ( for the guy you love, hate )

being one of mjf's so called ring girls came with it's benefits, no one would be able to tell you apart from the rest except for the devil himself.

your h/c hair tucked gently behind your ears with e/c eyes as you peaked out from behind the lilith mask, a pit of jealousy forming in your stomach when watching the other women reach toward maxwell as his entrance music hit.

you wanted to be his one and only girl but max was always extra. you reached your hand up further than you were supposed to, a hand lightly brushing up against his crotch.

a growl falling past his lips that only you were able to hear, almost as a small warning but you continued your actions briefly until max left your presence.

once retaining, he didn't take much time to grab you by the hand and pull you back toward his locker room. he was covered in blood and sweat from head to toe but didn't care in the slightest, he wasn't going to take that kind of teasing from you especially before one of his biggest matches.

hearing the locks click on the door, knowing you were in for it. especially since he put the devil mask back on and hadn't spoken a word since the two of you reached his locker room.

with a thick gulp, you stared up at his tall stature, towering over you. "not so brave now that we're all alone, hm?" he taunted and lifted his hand up, holding your chin. you were barely able to see his dark hues through the mask but they were ones full of lust and desire.

"m-max... y'know how i get jealous when you're around other girls. don't like their hands all over you." you admitted, attempting to look away but he kept your chin in place keeping a firm grip.

maxwell laughed and you didn't know whether or not you wanted to punch the man, kiss him, or both.

however, he didn't utter a single word. for someone so talkative on the mic he was rather quiet at the moment, his hand leaving your chin briefly while he removed the mask. a whine slipping past your lips at the loss of his warm touch.

"look at you... so needy to touch daddy earlier and now whining all from one simple chin grab? pathetic." you knew he could be rather arrogant at times after a big match but even this was pushing it. so why not meet fire with fire?

"what's pathetic is how anyone backstage could have me screaming their name except for you, maybe i should give phil a call - surely you would know. dunno' how you could even call that thing between your legs a dick." you stared at him with a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

you watched as his dark hues flickered between lust and what seemed to be anger, slowly you pushed the man toward the edge and he was swift to act on it.

backing you up against the wall, maxwell spread your legs open. absentmindely, you opened them wider just as he taught you to many times before.

he reached his hand up, wrapping it around your throat and applying pressure to choke you just enough where you were still able to breathe.

"gonna say that to me again, doll? not'so brave now when daddy has himself pressed up against you-" his voice lowered and he leaned in toward your ear with a soft whisper, "here i was hoping you'd be a good girl so i didn't have to punish you..."

with the added pressure of him choking you and his hard on pressed up against your core, various moans and whimpers escaped your mouth. "daddy - promise you i'll be good." you glanced up at him with wide eyes, putting on a pout.

the man simply tsked and waved his finger, "you're not going to get off that easily, doll. daddy needs to teach you a lesson. no talking back. got it?" you simply nodded as he released his grip from your throat, you let out a much needed gasp of air.

"you're not on the level of the devil." tilting your head, simply confused as the man mimicked one of his promos. maxwell pointed toward the floor as you lowered yourself on your knees and looked up at him with hooded eyes.

"good girl, someone's finally listening. get to work beautiful and then maybe daddy will let you ride him on the throne later."

once your knees hit the floor, you swiftly removed his pants and burberry boxers. you never got used to seeing his massive size pressing up against the man's stomach.

after taking a deep breath, you placed your mouth on his tip, twirling your tongue in circles while sucking and making the perfect shaped "o". small groans fell past his lips as you licked the man as if he were your last meal or even a lollipop.

going deeper on his length, you began to bob your head slightly while taking his balls in your hands and massaging them at the same time. the noises coming out of his mouth were unknown to human.

he grasped the back of your nape, pulling at the ends of your hair which caused you to gag on the rest of his size, the locker room being filled with nothing but unholy noise as maxwell picked up the pace and started to thrust his hips in your mouth.

gagging and choking on his cock, maxwell quite enjoyed the sight under him as he twitched in your mouth feeling close to his release. knowing you had to come up for air at one point or another, you tapped at his thigh and the man simply just smirked. oh no.

momentarily, he thrusted into your mouth a few more times as you massaged his balls and he groaned out as you moaned around his cock, "mff-"

maxwell painted your mouth white, "clean up every last drop, sweetheart. don't want you wasting any."

you swallowed the salty white liquid with a big gulp and stuck your tongue out to show the man, he patted your cheek with a grin, "good girl, but i think you missed some."

he reached over to his dresser and pulled out a mirror showing you your face which was covered in drool and you had some of his cum dripping down your chin.

"such a messy babygirl... ready for round two with the devil?"

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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. 

****

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. 

[rt-reader-inserts]

“hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”

It’s a little after midnight, and you find yourself cuddled up with Arin on the couch. You’re fairly tired after a long day of work, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet, enjoying the time you get to spend with Arin as the two of you watch another episode of Sailor Moon in your pajamas.

As the episode ends, the “continue watching” screen pops up, and Arin presses no, turning off the TV. “Alright babe, let’s get you to bed.”

You just snuggle further into his arms, and he laughs, pulling the blanket up around you. “C’mon, you need to get some sleep,” he insists, easily lifting both you and the blanket up off the couch, and you let out a small yelp as your arms quickly wrap around his shoulders.

“I can walk by myself,” you say, laughing through your words.

“Eh, I know, but this is way easier than convincing you to get up when you’re so sleepy.”

Sleepy, you like that word. Much cuter than tired, which you’re sure is how you really look. You open your mouth to respond, but know you have no way to argue his point, and settle for just leaning your head against him as he carries you to bed.

“Hey, Arin?” you ask as he sets you down.

“Hm?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?”

He laughs a little under his breath as he lays down beside you, pulling the duvet over both of you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I dunno, I just, I love you, a lot,” you reply, cuddling up against him again. “I don’t wanna live a life without you.”

You can hear his breath kind of stop for a moment, and he holds you just a bit tighter. “Well, hypothetically, I would say yes,” he shifts away from you to grab something out of his nightstand drawer, “and I’d pull out the ring I bought weeks ago, get down on one knee, and ask you the same question.”

He hands you what he’s holding, and in the dim lamp light, you can see a small velvet box. This time, your breath hitches, and you open the box to see a beautiful ring, set with your favorite gemstone. Before you can say anything, he continues, “Non-hypothetically, I’d forget about any plans I’d made and propose to you right here, right now… will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god, of course,” you look over at him, practically beaming, and pull him in for a kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you pull away for a moment to say, again, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, even if you did kind of ruin my proposal plan,” he teases, and you laugh even with the tears you can feel forming.

“We can do it again, I’ll probably get just as emotional,” you offer, and he laughs along with you, tears now slipping down your cheeks as his eyes start to water.

“I love you,” the words fall from his lips again, like a mantra, and you smile wider before pulling him in for another kiss.

Against his lips, you murmur, “And I love you.”

[flameonstorm-deactivated2025082]

look how pathetic he is, he would totally get down on his knees for you, begging you to use him.

[onewingedsuperkick]

We get it Darby, you're hot.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Could I get a Darby Allin one shot? A female reader. Maybe a friends to lovers fic where reader is a photographer and Darby is her favorite subject?

Flash

Summary: Darby offers to help you with your portfolio

Warnings: none

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

You rushed around the empty building you were doing the photo shoot in. You needed some knew photos for your website, and had convinced Darby to model for you. You had found an old abandoned building, and after making sure it was safe, you decided to do the shoot their. You had set up a few lights, and had your camera along with laptop.

“Hey.” You turned to see Darby walking towards you. He was wearing the outfit you had picked for him. It was a button up see through shirt with a dress jacket. The shirt was unbuttoned most of the way down, and tucked into his pants.

“Hey, you look good.” You smiled, looking over your friend. “Thank you so much for this. You’re a life saver.” You pulled him into a hug before turning to everything.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, start over there and just try to do what feels right.” You explained as you grabbed your camera. You watched as he went over, and you started taking photos. You would give him directions every once in a while, have him tilt his head up or step forward a few steps.

After a few minutes he started slowly taking jacket off. You felt your breath catch in your throat, feeling…something.

“You ok?” You were pulled back to reality realizing you hadn’t actually been taking photos.

“Ya, sorry. Got stuck in my head,” you dismissed.

“Should I stop-“

“No!” You quickly interrupted. “These will actually be really good,” you assured him. He gave you a bit of an odd look, but you both went back to the shoot.

It didn’t take long for you to finish. He had brought his board, as always, so while he worked on some tricks you sat and did some photo editing.

Eventually you found yourself sitting on the edge of the floor, your legs dangling off the building. You felt the presence of someone next to you as Darby sat down with his board next to him.

“How do they look?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

“Good, I think it’s a good vibe for the website.” You turned the computer towards him so he could look at them.

“Damn, your talented with a camera.” He mumbled, causing your face to heat up.

“It’s easy when you have such a good looking model,” you joked hoping he didn’t notice your face heating up.

“You think I’m good looking?” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you struggled to figure out what to say. He chuckled as you stuttered over your words. “I’m fucking with you.”

“Oh, right.” You felt disappointment fill you at his words. Of course you thought Darby was attractive. Anyone would say he was, but you thought about it more then most people probably would.

“You going back on tour soon?” You asked, attempting to change the conversation topic.

“In about a week.”

“You seem quiet today.” You mentioned, setting your laptop to the side.

“I’m just… somewhere else,” he mumbled, looking out on the field in front of you guys.

“Hey,” he looked down at you. “You need to talk about something?”

“It’s stupid.” He warned, but you shrugged. “There’s a girl.” You did your best to not seem disappointed.

“What about her?”

“I like her, but I can’t tell if she likes me back. I’ve known her for a while, and I don’t want to come on to strong.” He explained.

You sat for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. “Well, you should tell her.”

“You think?”

“Ya, it doesn’t help either of you to not know. Then once you know you both l can move on from there.” You looked away from him, hoping he couldn’t read your emotions.

“Y/n?” You glanced back over at him, waiting for whatever he was going to say. “It’s you.”

“What?”

“The girl, it’s You. I like you.” You just stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“Are you serious?” You asked, praying he wasn’t joking.

He leaned forward a bit, giving you an out before kissing you lightly. You leaned in yourself, eyes slipping closed as you kissed him back. He pulled back, giving you a small smirk.

“Still think I’m joking?”

“I might still need some reassurance.” He chuckled, but pulled you into another kiss. 

[hanitje]

😳 Sometimes a man likes to be alone with his thoughts...

[superkixx]

Kenny Omega icons! 👉🏻

(My edits // feel free to use)

[onewingedluci]

AEW THIS IS A BANGER

[elitecuntyclub]

Adam Cole's pussy is really changing MJF

[meowjf]

I’m absolutely obsessed with this picture of MJF

[r-truth]

+ bonus !!

[livmorgaan]

LIV MORGAN wwe raw talk — (july 10, 2023)

[neverbeyours]

[allelitewrestlings]