Hi can you write an MJF x reader where reader is MJF wife and is sitting at the barricade at Double or nothing where he returns and mentions how he isn’t leaving AEW?
I’m so happy that MJF is back!!!
Double or Nothing
MJF x Wife Reader
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It didn’t matter how many times I’d been fortunate enough to experience Max’s returns ringside. Every return was bigger and better than the last. It has been five months since I last found myself in this position. 5 months ago I sat in this exact spot cheering on my husband against his match with Joe at World’s End. I know that match didn’t end the way we wanted but that just meant his return would be ungodly. I watched Adam Cole enter the ring, devil mask in hand. It didn’t matter what he was saying, it would soon mean nothing. I couldn't help the nervous feeling in my stomach, I was internally counting down the seconds until the lights went out and the devil came home. As if on cue the lights went out. I watched Adam Cole frantically pace around the ring waiting to get jumped and yet nothing happened. Just then the video package played on the screens. I could sense the confusion in the fans. Some chanted his name while others questioned who was filming the video. It was obvious the hands were one of a female. I was the one that helped Max film it, we just had to throw them off just a bit. Just then my focus from the screen was broken when a fan yelled “Wait isn’t that MJF’s Wife!” Fuck, I got caught. I tried my best to ignore the comment as I awaited his entrance theme to play on the speakers. I thought the pop was big when Max returned at All Out back in 2022 but this was nothing in comparison. The crowd went crazy as Max made his way to the ring, ready to kill Adam Cole. For a moment it was as if Max would reunite with Cole but of course, that was false. For the past 5 months, Max hated how he allowed himself to get soft, he hated that he trusted someone other than me. Max was out for revenge. For a moment in time, some thought we would never see MJF in AEW again but AEW was his home. The other company would ruin him. Maxwell Jacob Friedman is NOT a PG guy. I couldn't help the smile on my face, he was home. The people loved him, they needed him. I can’t wait to see where this next adventure takes us.
Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max?
I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n.
I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took.
Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can take. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night?
I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening.
“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.
“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had made me lost in my own world.
“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”
Ask and you shall receive (This has not been proofread)
Summary: Max confessed his feelings for Y/n
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Ever since that night I coudn’t stop thinking about the way I felt for Y/n. Why was I feeling so emotional? This wasn’t like me. That post orgasm clarity hit me a bit too hard, I didn’t like it. Y/n knew something was wrong, she tried to ask me about it but I just pushed her away. Two weeks had passed since that night and the two of us hadn’t spoken since. It’s not that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t know what to say. I was scared I would say something stupid but saying nothing was worse.
During those two weeks the both of us were finally able to take sometime off after many weeks on the road. My week off was supposed to be relaxing, I was supposed to recover and take care of myself yet it was filled with anxiety. Was I in love with Y/n? I knew I was but the two of us would never work, we were polar opposites. But on the other hand we did sleep together and during that whole incident we didn’t seem too difftent. Sure Y/n was loved by all and I was hated but we did share some similarities. We both loved what we did for work, we were the biggest stars in AEW. In a way we were both liked, just in different ways. But did Y/n really want someone like me? Did she really want to go out with a scum bag? She deserved someone better than that. I know if I wanted to atleast stand a chance with Y/n I would have to make some changes, changes only she would see. So, I promised myself I would talk to her after Dynamite and explain everything.
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As I knocked on the door of Y/n’s private lockeroom I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I was scared. Y/n opened the door and I felt my jaw drop, she looked gorgeous. Her hair was curled and her makeup accentuated her features perfectly. She wore a little black dress and heels. She was beautuful. “Can I help you?” Y/n asked, rather standoffish. “Can I come in?” I asked. I could see her thinking about whether or not she would let me in before ushring me to enter the room. “I got these for you” I said as I handed Y/n a bouquet of daffodils. “Thanks” was all she said. I knew I fucked up. “You look beau-” “You really have some nerves to come in here right before I have a contract signing” Y/n said, cutting me off. “I really don’t know what I was thinking, I should have known you only were using me to get your dick wet” Y/n spat “I’m such an idiot to think you actually cared about me. I thought we were friends Max. How long was this plan of yours? You acted all kind for months just to get with me and then ghost me? I thought we shared something special, Max” I didn’t know what to say, I knew I would fuck this up.
“Y/n, I wanted to come here and apologize. I really like you, I was scared I would say something stupid and mess this up but by saying nothing made things worse. The truth is I felt something that night, something I had never felt before. I’m sorry that I made you feel as if I was only using you for sex but I promise you I want so much more than that.” I was nervous, I was word vomiting. Y/n wasn’t buying what I was selling, I knew I would take more to convince her I genuinely wanted to be more than just friends.
“The truth is Y/n, I’m scared. I’m terrified. Terrified about the feelings I have for you. Look at us, we are polar opposites, we would never work but I would do anything for us to work. Remember when you asked me that night if I was okay and I said I needed air?” “Yes, I remember” “Well, in that moment I relised I was in love with you. I love you Y/n, I’ve never felt this way about anybody before but there is just something about you that drives me insane. I know I’m a scumbag and you deserve someone better than me but I’m willing to change if it means I can atlest have a chance with you”
I could see Y/n’s features soffen, she was conflicted. “Can you give me another chance? I promise it will be worth it” “It better be worth it” I really hope I don’t fuck this up.
When you and Max got married it was a small wedding with family and your closet friends in AEW. You two were known for hating each other in the ring but what the fans didn’t know was that the two of you had been actually dating and are married in real life.
Being married to Max at times was difficult, having to hide your relationship was always hard but now being married was nearly impossible.
You would think that being married to Maxwell Jacob Friedman would be horrendous but it was quite the opposite.
Believe it or not it was a dream come true, at times hiding your relationship added a thrill factor to it.
Sneaking around together backstage, making out in storage closets hoping not to get caught.
Max was a romantic despite him acting like a scumbag.
He would plan romantic getaways in discrete small towns that were gorgeous. Spoiling you in expensive champagne and gifts.
You and Max had been sworn enemies since the creation of AEW so whenever you had to go out and yell at each other on live TV, it got a bit harder to hide the fact that you didn’t actually hate each other. But after the show was over you would go back to your shared hotel room and make the most beautiful love. It was sweet, loving, caring. Everything opposite of what you made others believe. Telling eachother how much you love them and reminding them that the words exchanged earlier meant nothing.
Whenever the two of you had a week at home you would spend time baking, cuddling, and exchanging acts of service to the other. Not to mention playing with Piper.
Being married to Max allowed him to open up to you in a way he never has to anyone. Many nights were spent comforting the other, the both of you having your fair share of issues despite acting like you were perfect. Crying in eachothers arms, exhausted from a business that was so draining.
Even though nights like that were exhausting and draining on both parties it made you appreciate the other. You were soulmates, the perfect way. He fit you better than your favorite sweater and you would love him till the end of time, even if that was a million years.
Many people didn’t get your relationship and probably would never but it didn’t matter to you, you were happy together and that was all that mattered. He was the Devil in your heart and you were his Angel.
Summary: Max forgets to pick you up after work, leaving you stranded in the rain
Word count: 547
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I fucked up, this time I really fucked up and I wasn’t sure if Y/n would forgive me for this one. Y/n and I have been dating for a few months now and I really do think that she might be the one, that is if we are still together after this. I’ll admit I’m not the best boyfriend, never have probably never will. I never really did relationships, for me it was a waste of time, that was until I met Y/n. She was a rey of sunshine, radiating positive energy. Everyone loved her, she was gorgeous, kind, and would do anything for anyone. Maybe that’s why I fell in love with her, I will never quite understand what she saw in me.
Currently it is a miserable rainy day in Newark, a typical November day. I was sitting at home when I got a call from a very angry Y/n, I may or may not have forgotten to pick her up from work. She called me claiming that she has been standing in the rain for the past 15 minutes and that I wasn’t there yet. So I got in the car and sprinted to go get her. When I finally got there I was greeted by a poor miserable wet and cold Y/n. Her hair was all wet and her mascara had smudged under her eyes. A part of me felt bad but to be honest it was funny.
“Your late” Y/n said angrily as she entered through the passenger seat
“I know I’m sorry” I told her, holding my hands up to surrender
“I have been waiting 30 minutes Max, if you weren't coming you should have told me. I could have taken the subway or something”
“Ew, no. The subway is filled with poors” Why would someone ever want to take the subway
“I’m really mad at you Max” Y/n told me “Do you even know how cold it is? I’m pretty sure it’s going to snow tonight. I’m going to get sick now because of you”
“I said I’m sorry alright I forgot!!!” I know I’m not the best boyfriend but I’m trying to be better. Y/n has made me a better person, though I still need to improve.
The rest of the car ride was silent, the only sound coming from the cars passing and people walking on the street.Though it was a comfortable quiet, soon enough we entered the driveway, sitting for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to exit the warm car.
Y/n was first to break the silence. “My Hair!!!” She yelled when she finally saw her reflection in the car mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. “THIS IS NOT FUNNY MAX! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT LOOK ME TO STRAIGHTEN!” Y/n yelled, referring to her natural curls that popped out. She was mad I knew that, I was nervous she would end things after all the mistakes I kept making.
“How about this, I’ll make you a nice hot bubble bath with your favourite bath salts and candles. In exchange for you not to put a pillow over my head in my sleep” Sure this peace offering would do the thing. Nothing. “I’ll open a nice bottle of champagne and we can order your favourite pizza place?!” Nothing “I’ll pay for you to get your hair re-done?” Please work
Could you do MJF x reader where she is the complete opposite of him like really nice, and sweet?
Opposites
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An: This is a short one, I'm hoping to write another fic of opposites but wanted to get a bunch of these requests out lol
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No one quite understood the relationship between Y/n and Max, they were polar opposites.
Y/n was sweet, charismatic and loving. The fans loved her, always taking pictures and signing autographs. She was different from her character on tv. She actually cared about her fans, unlike her current boyfriend Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Max was known by fans as a pure asshole.
Whenever a fan would approach you two in public he would tell them to F off or yell at them were as you would take the picture with said fan. Posing for a 5 second photo was way more simple than spending 5 minutes explaining why they cannot take a picture with you.
This time would be no different. The two of you had been enjoying an expensive dinner when a fan approached the two of you to ask for a photo.
What is taking them so long, I just want my damn food so I can get out of this shit hole
Max, we ordered the food 15 minutes ago, that’s not even a long time. I’m sure it will be out soon.
Whatever, We are never coming back to this place ever again
If you are so upset Maxwell, we can leave. Just give it 5 minutes. If the food isn’t out by then I can ask our waiter or we can just go, alright?
Whatever
*5 minutes later, the food finally arrived but boy was that the longest five minutes of your life*
See I told you Max, you just have to be patient.
Whatever
To your surprise, everything had been actually going well. That was until some fans recognised Max and of course had to interrupt your date.
“Excuse me”, the fan said approaching your table "Your MJF right? I’m a big fan. Can we get a picture?"
Before Max could even open his mouth you were quick to speak. “Sorry guys, we are in the middle of eating dinner. Maybe some other time though”
“Oh my god, your Y/n, my friends would not believe that I am meeting both of you right now, Please can we get a picture or something” Normally fans would accept that there would be no pictures tonight but not this one. This guy was determined to get a picture.
“She said no pictures buddy, so why don’t ya fuck off and let us enjoy our meal before I make you leave” There it was, Max being Max. Just then he stood up and boy did that fan run.
