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september, 2023

fawnnandfable reblogged

thatsthat24

caputvulpinum

kill the shift manager in your brain

caputvulpinum

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

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seeingstarks

on the level of the devil

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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?"

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bullet-clubs-bitch

sunrise28sblog asked:

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.

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rt-reader-inserts

Anonymous asked:

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

rt-reader-inserts answered:

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.”