prompt : hi can you write a fluff about reader being married to MJF or can you write a fluff about reader being MJF wife and bring reader and MJF child to AEW for the first time to watch MJF wrestle?
requested from : @sunrise28sblog
summary : exhausted from being on the road you hope to sleep in with your husband, maxwell. instead you both wake up early and enjoy the morning together.
pairing : mjf x afab!reader (pre-established relationship - husband/wife)
cw : cuddling, teasing if you squint super hard, pillow fights, lap-sitting, blushing, implied pregnancy, mentions of parenting, kissing, basically pure fluff!
a/n : i did most of the first request but a dash of the second, i hope you enjoy it! as always reblogs are very much appreciated!
word count : 639 words
tag list : @adamjf , @josiewrites
gif credit : @adamjf
being married to the devil himself came with it's luxuries. he'd spoil you without even asking. taking notice of the little things, you were the one who finally broke his walls down and saw the sweet to his so-called bitter side that everyone warned you about. maxwell had trust issues ever since his ex-fiancé called it splits but the moment he set eyes on you he had a change of heart. putting every ounce of trust in you, doing the same while feeling safe in his arms.
groaning as the bright sun peaked through the curtains you wished to sleep in beside your husband but morning seemed to have other plans.
he was still sound asleep with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you close as if his life depended on it.
today was supposed to be the day you both got to sleep in with one another having time off from all elite but no matter how hard you tried your slumber was no more.
there was plenty of room on your shared king size mattress however maxwell wanted to be pressed up against you, his nose rubbing along your neck ever so slightly as he took in the scent of your shampoo.
you didn't mind his company in the slightest, rather adoring it as you glanced over to meet his chocolate eyes which opened up slowly, his brown locks still a mess from sleeping on the pillows and waking up from his beauty sleep.
"g'mornin' sleepy head." you smiled at your husband and stretched a bit, only waking up a few minutes before him.
maxwell sighed as he looked at the time, knowing that the two of you both wanted to sleep in longer after such a rigorous work schedule and being on the road but he didn't mind either as long as it was with you, his wife.
he leaned over to place a soft kiss against your neck, "good morning, mrs. y/n. friedman."
your cheeks started to heat up the moment he called you by your full legal name, you'd been married for almost a year now but would never get over the fact you were actually his wife.
"it's so cute when you blush, y/n."
"oh, shush.. maxwell."
"that can be arranged." the same smirk you knew all too well spread along his lips as you threw a pillow at the love of your life.
he caught the pillow with his face, gasping and placing a hand to his chest as an 'how dare you' moment when his eyes met with yours.
a chuckle escaped your lips when you made way to take cover under the blankets from any incoming fire of pillows however your efforts were too late when coming in contact with a face full of pillow and seeing maxwell with a grin on his face.
"oh, it's on now." you grabbed another pillow as he did the same, the two of you having a wrestling match of sorts before maxwell scooped you up in his arms and sat you on his lap, "so does this mean i win?"
"nope, you gotta' pin me to win.. handsome."
"but.. y/n i've already won in life by being married to the most beautiful, smart, and talented person i know."
just before you and maxwell were about to kiss you heard tiny steps approach the room and a meow.
"don't worry, we didn't forget about you piper. you're our little princess while we have one on the way."
maxwell placed a loving hand on your stomach before engulfing you in a kiss, "i can't believe i'm going to be a dad. we'll be the best parents ever y/n, i just know it." he assured as you placed a hand over his and enjoyed the rest of your peaceful morning in each other's arms.
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."
summary : maxwell / mjf finds a way to deal with his brat s/o after his double or nothing match
pairing : mjf x afab!brat reader
cw : 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?"
summary : you're in a moral dilemma on whether or not you should help adam turn on maxwell or the other way around.
pairing : mjf x adam cole x afab!reader (use of wrestler names)
cw : walked in on while getting dressed, angst if you squint, mention of anxiety, sexual suggestions, french-kissing, arm/ab touching, nicknames like babe/babygirl, basically wrestling fluff with a dash of smut!
a/n : reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a week or so and finally had the inspo to finish it! enjoy! 💙
word count : 1,425 words
tag list: @adamjf @josiewrites
"adam, no, we can't." you pleaded while looking over into his icy blue eyes contemplating on whether or not tonight was the night to help adam turn on maxwell.
you'd been his valet ever since undisputed era and glued to his hip however found yourself wandering after making the move to all elite. maxwell was an asshole and nothing but, he seemed like a changed man when better than you bay bay became a thing.
adam kept the good guy act up for the cameras but he'd secretly been pitching ideas to you for weeks. little did he know that the devil himself caught your eye more than once and you'd been sneaking off to tell him of adam's plans. the devil was always one step ahead but with your help he'd be two steps further.
everything went according to plan except when stepping foot into your private locker room away from the two men you trusted most in your life, one as a brother and the other as a sort of school-girl crush. surely everyone in their right mind had to be head over heels for the maxwell jacob friedman.
with a soft sigh, you took a seat infront of your cheap vanity. it was nothing much just a re-furnished shelf painted your favorite color, a few lights adorning the top and a mirror propped up against it with makeup scattered about.
however one thing was out of place.. or rather wasn't there to begin with. you picked up the small black box and gave it a slight shake, wondering what it contained inside. you should've known the gift was from maxwell when pulling at the burberry ribbon and revealing the contents inside to be a ring in just your size.
taking the shiny object out of the box, your eyes sparkled from the reflection off the lights and pure wonder of how much it cost, had to be a fortune. it looked exactly like his dynamite diamond ring only perfect for your finger.
you slid the ring on and smiled seeing your reflection in the mirror, of course it suited you well. once getting up from the seat, you had noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground that must've fallen from the box.
inside read, "thought of you when i found this. the only person prettier and better than any diamond is you, baby. maybe you could use it against adam tonight?"
a slight warmth grew on your cheeks when reading the words, maxwell never called you pretty to your face. only things like baby, toots, or beautiful.. but you only took it as a joke in passing. there was this one time he called you babygirl and you will never let him hear the end of it.
you nearly jumped from your seat when you heard someone knocking at the door, luckily it was just a seamstress dropping off your outfit for the night. ever since maxwell and adam teamed up you had matching gear with them.
throwing off your shorts, you swiftly put on your wrestling bottoms and while whipping your shirt toward whatever corner of the room another knock was heard on the door, "c'mon, i'm just trynna' get dressed here!" you half-yelled with a huff and opened the door realizing you were only wearing a bra once you came face to face with adam.
"oh, uh i'll just wait a few minutes- promise i didn't see anything." you chuckled at adam's response and watched as he shut his eyes.
you went toward a private part of the room and threw your double clothesline shirt on with the matching jacket, "i'm dressed now, mr. undisputed your eyes won't be burned." you gave him a smile.
"so, have you given anymore consideration to helping me turn on maxwell tonight?" adam questioned but you were deep in thought thinking about the devil himself.
adam snapped his fingers infront of you, a sort of way to try and bring you back to reality, "uh, y/n you still there?"
"oh, yeah.. mhm. i've given it some consideration. maybe tonight isn't the right night to turn on him. he's just starting to act like a face.. and well we're trying to get the crowd on his side."
"exactly, y/n. tonight would be the perfect night for it.. but i understand if you're not ready. it's all in your hands." adam looked at you sincerely, you had a lot to consider since both men wanted you to turn on the other one and you hadn't even seen max in person tonight except in passing. whichever choice you made you hoped it wouldn't ruin any friendships.
"i'll make my choice when we go out there, see you in five." you assured as adam soon exited, you took it upon yourself to do the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup.
you dragged your feet against the backstage floor, scrunching your nose up at the sound it made. squeaky.. must've been cleaned recently. a familiar feeling arose in your stomach, that being of anxiety.
you were fast approaching both men and had a very important decision to make, not only for the two you loved most but for a future feud in the company.
with a heavy sigh, you glanced down at your ring finger which was usually not adorned with such a shiny jewel but maxwell had grown on you the past month or so.. and adam he'd been there for all your ups and downs. this moment was more than your personal relationships.. it was about wrestling itself and what the fans wanted but you couldn't bare the thought of hurting maxwell.
or could you? only time would tell.
lights flashed bright, pyro went off, the crowd had been cheering and booing all night and it was finally time for the main event.
mawell's music hit first and then it mashed up with a mix of adam's. then it was your time to shine, you posed with the men as maxwell instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, adam shooting him a knowing glare. a few rude members of the crowd were cat-calling you so maxwell took it upon himself to flip them off.
you were used to adam being cheered and mawwell always receiving a mix of boos and cheers however since the team up it was the best of both worlds.
you stood at ringside as the match went smoothly, cheering a little more for maxwell over adam and he seemed to take notice when taken advantage of in a shatter machine finisher. whoops.
in the end ftr still won over better than you bay bay despite your efforts of attempting to distract the referee but being careful enough not to get kicked out.
you made your way up the ring steps and hugged it out with both men, adam turning around and telling maxwell to hit him but instead it was you doing the dirty work.
one swift punch to the jaw, ring including left the crowd in gasps. even maxwell looked surprised for a moment or so while resting against the ropes in the corner or the ring.
he smirked deviously before standing up, "knew you'd make the right choice," he lowered his voice so only you could hear, "i see you took my advice now how about let's get outta' here and i take ya' on a proper date, babygirl?"
your eyes met with his chocolate ones, giving a nod. "yes. of course, maxwell. but first-"
before maxwell even had the chance to speak, you wrapped your arms and hand up around his muscly shoulders, dragging the other along his abs.
"don't forget we're in public baby- not that i mind but i don't wanna share you for our first time."
after listening you shushed him with a kissed which he deepened by wrapping his own strong arms around your finger, opening your mouth in response as he shoved his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp for air.
you snaked your tongue around his, doing the same as a small moan escaped from the man's throat, "mm, babe."
you chuckled as the two of you eventually broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, still holding each other close. the crowd was off the rails already yelling about giving you and maxwell a ship name as you hid your blushing face into his shoulder.
"we're going to make a perfect wrestling couple."
"why just a wrestling couple?" you asked with a smirk.
summary : An unknown number invites you to a suite for the night to spend time with MJF and a raven-haired mystery woman.
pairing : mjf x daddi doom x afab!reader
cw : mature, 18+, smut, pure filth, daddy kink, self doubt, motorboating (mjf × f!reader) , fingering (daddi doom × f!reader) , begging, orgasm denial if you squint, self pleasure (mjf) , blowjob joke, punishment joke, sex toys mention, strap-on, pegging (daddi doom × mjf), teasing, spanking, anal, (all parties), hair pulling, cuddling.
a/n : E/C stands for eye color. If I forgot to tag anything please let me know. 🖤 Reblogging is very much appreciated, don't steal my work! I had a really fun time writing this.
word count : 1,818 words
tag list : @josiewrites
gif credit : @joesburrow
Spending all of your earnings to go to Colorado, you were eager to finally end up at Dynamite. Tickets just for middle row seats cost you an arm and a leg but it would all be worth it if you had the chance to see MJF.
He wasn't even scheduled to be on this weeks show but you decided to blindly believe the dirt sheets for once.
As you entered the building, the seats were already packed while people scrambled about, trying to find their own seating before the show started.
You managed to scoot past the crowd while sitting down in the middle and adjusting your shoes before pulling your phone out, it making your notifications sound.
A text from an unknown number, you wondered who it could be. With a quick glance, you didn't recognize any of the wrestling fans. You often went alone or with a few friends.
After scrolling through your phone, you felt a firm tap on your shoulder before looking up and seeing a tall raven-haired woman with purple eye shadow and pomegranate lips, a sly grin forming along them.
"Hello love, I hope you have considered my offer. This opportunity doesn't come often, hun. Daddi will be generous and give you a chance to think."
Nodding, you glanced down at your phone as your eyes read over the words swiftly. 'The Devil Himself has cordially invited you to his suite with the company of Daddi for an unforgetful night.'
Your eyes scanned the text again, feeling like they were playing tricks on you as your cheeks started to burn up. This couldn't be happening right now, could it?
It was quite obvious you were one of MJF's biggest fans, considering the Devil Worshipper shirt you decided to wear tonight.
"Snap out of it, Y/N. I'm certain any of these fans would want to be in your shoes right now, but Maxwell picked you because he saw something special. We're not like all the other 'MID' women out in the crowd. So, what's the verdict? Will I be knockin' boots all on my own with The Devil Himself or getting sinful in the sheets as kings and queens all together?" Daddi questioned with a wink.
"...Getting sinful in the sheets as kings and queens all together." You replied, almost in shock that two drop dead gorgeous people would want to spend intimate time with someone like you.
"Is something wrong?" Daddi asked with a furrowed brow.
"Nothing is wrong at all," You sighed a bit, "Well, you and Maxwell are stunning and I'm just boring ol' me." You added with a shrug.
Daddi didn't say much at all on the drive toward the suite, luckily it was only a few minutes.
She knocked on the door to the suite and told you to wait outside for a moment, but all you could hear between Daddi and Maxwell were hushed whispers. Leaving you to wonder what they were even talking about.
Upon the door being opened, you were bombarded with hugs by both Maxwell and Daddi, feeling their warm embrace wrap around your figure.
You were trying your best not to become starstruck around MJF but being in his company made you feel giddy inside as your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest.
"Aw, my lil' Devil Worshipper is happy to see me." Maxwell exclaimed when reading your shirt, his expression changing to his famous shit-eating grin before glancing at your own smile.
"Remember what I told you." Daddi added before you tilted your head to the side, slightly confused.
"What were you two talking about anyways?" You questioned the two of them, boldly.
"Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart. Just how Daddi and me are going to show that you are anything but boring."
Daddi nodded, "What he says is the truth, hun."
"Oh? I'm all in for it. Give me your worst." You winked.
Maxwell looked into your E/C eyes, his piercing chocolate-coloured eyes staring into your soul.
"I love your eyes." Maxwell blurted out before giving you a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Just my eyes?" You asked after the small kiss ended.
"No... your nose," Maxwell replied and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, "Your lips," He continued to kiss you on the mouth which felt like heaven. Quite ironic when kissing The Devil Himself.
"Your chin," He placed a kiss there too. "Your neck, your chest -" Maxwell took his sweet time when running his tongue on your neckline and down to your chest, leaving bite and love marks along the way.
Stopping where your shirt ended, he decided to tease by shoving his head between your breasts and motorboating you. This caused a giggle to escape your lips, but having Maxwell sandwiched between your breasts was a sight to see.
"Although Maxwell seems uh- pre-occupied at the moment, we want you to know that we love everything about you, Y/N," Daddi re-assured, "Now, may I join in on the fun?"
"Of course, Daddi." You chuckled when answering Daddi because Maxwell motorboating you felt like little tickles all over your breasts. You knew he had to come up for air at some point.
Daddi slithered her arms behind your waist, peppering kisses along your already sensitive neckline. One of her hands reached into your pants, past your underwear, finding you already soaked for Maxwell and her.
Your cheeks turned red when feeling Daddi explore your private area, and wondering if Maxwell was doing alright.
Daddi inserted two fingers into your hole, gently pushing them in and out. She then took her other free hand, shoving it down your pants and rubbing your nub.
"Faster, please." A breathless pant fell from your lips.
"What was that, hun? I didn't hear you." Daddi stopped rubbing all together which caused you to whine, catching MJF's attention.
His devilish eyes watched as Daddi kept you from pleasure, "Y'know the magic words, sweetheart."
"Please, Daddi, please rub my clit." You looked up at Daddi with wide eyes.
Daddi smirked and began rubbing your clit again, you reached your arms out while she guided you toward her body.
Moans of pleasure filled the room from both Daddi and your lips, it seemed too quiet until the two of you heard grunts.
Tilting your head, you looked to see Maxwell already jerking himself off. Your mouth fell agape when seeing his size.
"Be careful, or you'll catch flies. Maybe even something else in that mouth if you're lucky, sweetie." Maxwell walked past you, bare ass and all toward the bedroom.
"C'mon love, let's go or I'll have to punish Maxwell for having even more fun without us." Daddi chuckled before you two walked in his bedroom together.
Maxwell licked his lips when staring at the two beautiful women infront of him. Sexual toys were scattered around the room, and even you didn't know what they were all for.
You picked one of the sex toys up and asked what it was for. Daddi answered, "'Tis a strap-on, naughty girl. One of Maxwell's favorites but that dirty secret stays in this room."
Daddi undressed from the little clothing she did have on, while you on the other hand had to throw your shoes on the floor along with pants and undergarments. Maxwell requested for you to keep the shirt on because who wouldn't want to fuck someone in their own shirt?
Daddi began to put the strap-on, on her body when Maxwell encouraged you to hop on the bed and start with him. He started by teasing your already sensitive clit, causing moans to escape by pressing much firmer with his large hands.
Your hands ran along his shaft, his head falling back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. After some more teasing of both parties, Daddi was ready and you all found a comfortable position on the bed.
You bent over in front of Maxwell, teasing him with your ass, letting out a yelp when feeling him give you a spank. This only turned you on even more, causing you to moan.
"Oh, did you like that, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Maxwell spanked you some more causing a torent of moans to escape from your lips, your ass now bright red.
Daddi lubed up her strap-on, "Maxxi, you ready?"
"Born ready."
The raven-haired woman slowly inserted the strap-on into Maxwell's ass, adjusting it just how he liked it. His mouth forming an 'o' shape. It was your turn next, you wondered if Maxwell would even fit inside of you.
You shook your ass oncemore which earned yet another spank on your already cherry bum.
MJF licked his lips, "Are you ready to be fucked by The Devil Himself, gorgeous?"
"Always, I'm your Devil Worshipper, handsome."
Maxwell inserted his cock into your ass slowly until you were comfortable. Daddi was the first one to make any movement, bringing up the pace for all three bodies as the noise in the room significantly got louder.
Maxwell started to grind into your body lovingly, touching, and feeling you all over while Daddi did the same to him.
You allowed Maxwell to let his hands explore your clit, he pressed his thumb against your nub causing sensations of pleasure throughout your body.
Reaching your arms back slightly, you tugged at the ends of Maxwell's hair when he made you feel pure ecstasy by pounding into your ass and rubbing circles on your clit. Him moaning Daddi's name in your ear was just the icing on top of the cake.
Daddi continued to peg Maxwell as usual, she wrapped one of her arms around his waist while using the other to trace up his spine, sending shivers up it. She knew exactly what made The Devil tick and it worked exactly in your favor.
The teasing didn't stop there either. You wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight when hanging out with Daddi and Maxwell.
MJF picked up the pace, causing more moans to spill from your lips as Daddi matched with his pace.
Beads of sweat were already beginning to roll down your forehead, you could feel the heat starting to build in the room as the noise level increased.
"Daddy, I'm close-" You tugged at The Devil's hair when he fucked into you relentlessly while giving your clit equal pleasure.
Daddi moaned while fucking into Maxwell and tracing his back still, the three of you coming to a sweet release together. You all were sure to get a noise complaint at one point or another tonight.
Breathless, you rolled off Maxwell and on the bed, "Phew."
Daddi set the strap-on aside and joined you, cuddling on your chest.
Maxwell was the last on the bed but he was definitely welcome to join, you and Daddi made room and cuddled on his chest, all taking a cat-nap before round two.
