#Mjeffss

[whorehausen]

Happy Birthday, @mjeffss ! Despite everyone's protests for the last 7 years, we are still 1000% on each other's dicks and I love you for it! Have an amazing day!

[dunkzillla]

url change: mjeffss -> dunkzillla

[nagdabbit]

do not you the fuck dare apologize @mjeffss say more right now

consider: vintage eddie/claudio, green card marriage

[ohnoitsthebat]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE ❤️❤️ hope you have a great day!!

THANK YOU, MY PRECIOUS ❤️❤️❤️❤️I love you!

[puppiedogs]

would you ever write mox/regal from ticking like a time bomb? their angsty back story is wonderful

huh!! i hadn't thought about it!! for me that section of the story is based so much in the things that they Didn't do that to write a story about the things they Did do feels almost like... idk like it would take the impact out of that conversation? i think it's better to leave it at things like the matt/regal outtake where we don't ever really get regal's complete pov at all

[whorehausen]

I dont feel like any of us are talking about this nearly enough.

[whorehausen]

@mjeffss you've awoken something in us all...

the devil works hard but ao3 writers work harder

[whorehausen]

Who me? Exclusively spending the day rereading my fave fics from @mjeffss, @shes-a-voodoo-child and @old-no7? Couldn't be. I have stuff to be doing.

[whorehausen]

Nah cause tomorrow I meet @mjeffss for the first time in London and I am beside myself thinking about it 😭😭😭

[whorehausen]

Okay now that me and @mjeffss have hung up our 4-hour call to get organised and ready for the All In sale, who else got tickets?

[whorehausen]

Me and @mjeffss at the start of our friendship: "Texts/messaging only because phone calls make us anxious" Me and @mjeffss now: 7-hour + video call to watch the Buy In, Double or Nothing and the press conference together.

[whorehausen]

@mjeffss are you gonna be seat 1 or seat 2 baby girl?

[whorehausen]

8. touch me again and I break your hands, mjf/cm punk

Okay, so this is a follow-on from this prompt from @ohnoitsthebat I warned all y'all not to let me near this ship. This is your final warning before things get really out of hand. 18+ nsfw content below. Smut warning.

Punk is about to turn in. His hour was almost up and he was starting to get disappointed that he wasn’t coming. He'd gotten changed into some shorts and then the knock at his hotel door came. Loud and demanding just like he knows the brat’s going to be.

“5 minutes to go I almost didn’t answer” Punk smirks at he opens the door standing back to let Max in.

“Fuck you, I’m not here for that” he growls at him as he steps into the room anyway.

“Oh yeah, then why are you here?” Punk asks him knowingly letting the hotel door swing closed behind them both.

“To tell you to never dare touch me like that again” he growls at him. “Touch me again and I break your hands” he huffs but Punk knows better.

“And you came here to tell me that all on your own – without any of your back up or witnesses? No Wardlow, No FTR, No Shawn?” Punk rhymes out with a smirk and Max flushes red.

“I don’t need them to do everything” Max huffs at him and punk steps into his space again

“God, I really hope not.” Punk smirks down at him and he shouldn’t take pleasure in the fact Max has to tilt his head up to look at him when they are this close but he does. It’s a petty fact but so is punk. Besides, this kids been looking up to him since he was in diapers.

Max tilts his head a little more and his breath hitches mouth parting just enough so he can lick his own lips and Punk’s becoming kind of obsessed with watching his pupils dilate whenever he gets this close to him. He can tell he’s waiting. Waiting for punk to make the next move but he’s not going to.

“Do something” Max whispers up at him finally and Punk smirks and shakes his head.

“You told me not to touch you. Threatened me and everything” Punk teases. “If you want something. You are going to need to learn how to ask for it”

Max looks outraged, furious even, like Punk’s just asked him to do something utterly demeaning and below him. “Fuck you.” He growls out at him again and Punk laughs.

“Is that what you want, kid?” Punk asks him tilting his head at him. Max doesn’t answer just growls and leans up to kiss punk again, trying to distract him and make him fuck him like he clearly wants. Wraps his arms around his neck and pushes himself flush against him.

Punk grips at his sides and pulls away smirking at the little frustrated whine that leaves him. “I asked you a question Max.”

“No! I want you to fuck me!” He finally grits out face flushing from arousal and embarrassment at being forced to admit it.

“Not even a please?” Punk teases but he starts kissing along his stumbled jaw and lets his hands slide up his suit jacket and sliding it from his shoulders.

“Fuck offff!” he whines, “God, why do you have to be so annoying and so fucking hot”

“A gift and a curse. You should know. Most annoying person I’ve ever met” Punk laughs as he nips at his jaw. Fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons and growling at the undershirt. “God, why so many fucking layers?”

“Have you ever met yourself?” Max manages to hiss back, “Because I was raised properly unlike you! Only reason most people don’t wear the proper amount of layers is because they can’t afford to buy them all” But Punk’s stopped listening to him. Got his stupid undershirt off and is kissing down his chest and unbuckling his pants as he goes.

“Turn around” he demands at him when his knees his the soft carpet underneath hands already turning him at the hips. Pulls his briefs and his dress pants down to his ankles and doesn’t say anything else once he’s finally got his hands on that glorious ass in front of him. Uses his hands to knead his cheeks before spreading him apart enough so he can tongue at his puckered hole. “I knew you’d moan pretty Maxwell” Punk smirks.

“Knew you’d be a smug asshole he entire time” He growls back at him head turned and cheek pressed into the shitty textured hotel wallpaper as he moans and whimpers trying (and failing) to not push back into punks mouth and fingers once he starts to open him up. Max feels like Punks pulling on a lose thread that’s holding him together with every stroke of his tongue.

Punk manages to open the zipper on his bag without moving to far. Pulls out a half used tube of lube and smirks as he lubes up his fingers and opens Maxwell up further on them once spit isn’t enough. Once he knows he’s ready Punk stands up behind him again, old knee thanking him for moving finally. Kisses his way up his spine and uses the lube on his fingers to slick up his cock before he’s pulling Max’s hips back from the wall and lining up with him. Got him braced against the wall with his hands, feet spread apart and fuck he looks good like this.

“Wait – like this?” Max asks over his shoulder just as punk slides into him, pushing all the way to the hilt in one go pulling the most gorgeous moan from Max as his head tips back.

“Just like this. If you wanted spread out on the nice comfortable bed then you should have asked for it. Gotta learn to use your words Maxwell” Punk smirks against the side of his head.

“Oh, fuck you – oohhh!” Max tries to argue back but Punk doesn’t give him the chance to. Just starts fucking into him, enjoying making him speechless and how good Max feels wrapped around him. “Fuck! I-Is that as fast as you can go old man?” Max baits him but Punk’s not to proud to admit he bites this time. Slides a hand into his hair causing his back to arch further and fucks into him with everything he’s got.

“Was going easy on you! Wouldn’t want to hurt the precious princess now would I?” Punk growls but he can see how Max’s eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuckkk there! Right there, don’t you dare stop” Max sobs out and Punk isn’t about to argue with him just keeps fucking into the tight wet heat aiming up on every thrust to hit that bundle of nerves that keeps him screaming.

Punk’s got the sense to wrap his free hand around his cock when he starts to feel himself getting close.

“O-Oh fuck please don’t stop!” Max’s voice higher than it usually is and he’s squeezing around his length on every stroke of his cock. Punk doesn’t miss the way he’s begging now verus demanding when he started.

“Gonna come for me Princess?” Punk smirks against his ear, tugging on his hair.

“Y-Yes! F-Fuck, I’m so close punk, pleaseee!”

“Come for me. Fuck, come for me and milk my damn cock!” Punk begs him his own voice strained because he’s barely holding back.

Max mercifully comes first, back arching even more obscenely and spills over punks hand onto the wall in front of him with a wail that Punk is never going to forget. Punk slams into him seconds later, biting his shoulder to muffle his own moans and comes hard. Little stars dotting behind his eyes and his ties curling into the carpet below him.

Lets them both come down before he’s pulling out of him and tucking himself back into his shorts. Leans down and see’s his own hole trickle down max’s thighs and pulls up his boxers and dress pants again, leaving them lose on his hips but uses his hand to cup his ass and feels the come trickle through making a wet patch on the tan coloured pants. Turns him and gives him one more kiss before he smirks “Cool. See you at work.” Watching Max’s eyes grow wide and he turns to look at the bed again and punk shakes his head.

“Didn’t ask to stay over either. I fucked you just like you asked for” And yeah, he remembers now why everyone says he’s an asshole. But so is Max so maybe they where made for each other.

“What if I ask now you’ve ruined a very expensive pair of pants? I can’t walk down the hall with them all wet” he whimpers eyes following punk as he makes his way to bed in nothing but his shorts.

“I would but then you might start to think you can get away with anything with me” Punk laughs over at him and Max huffs.

“I knew coming here was a mistake you are an insufferable asshole” and punk just looks so smug stretched out on the bed as Max grabs at the rest of his clothes to get ready. Punk takes pity on him. A sure-fire sign he’s getting old.

“Fine. You can stay. But you owe me a blow job in the morning” he smirks and Max stops redressing once his undershirt is on.

“I’ll blow you but breakfast is on you” he huffs but theres a small smile on his face as he peals back out of his dress pants and shoes and crawls into bed with his tank and boxers on.

“Now your pushing it” Punk tells him turning the light off.

“Your only saying that because you haven’t had my blowjob yet. Buy me a damn car in the morning, trust me” Max’s usual self-confidence coming back to him and Punk already regrets making him stay. “Did I only have an hour to come over because you’d have been asleep by then?” Max asks “Y’know cause your old?”

“If you don’t let me get to sleep I will throw your ass out” Punk groans but wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him in against him so he’s the big spoon.

“So that’s a yes then?” he smirks and Punk nips his exposed shoulder again making him squirm.

“Goodnight, Princess” he dismisses him.

“Goodnight, old man”

[whorehausen]

because of the recent taunting, 6. “sweetheart”, ethan page/eddie kingston

Eddie and Ethan make me so soft! I need them to either have a full-scale feud and fuel me or be besties again because I can't cope with this snarkiness with no context. Ethan didn't start an entire ass highspots show to keep Eddie in wrestling only to get mad at him when he did that and did everything Ethan told him he was going to do. I just don't believe your honour. cw: some very mild mentions of self-confidence issues/ body issues.

“Oi! Ethan!” Eddie calls but Ethan ignores him. He isn’t in the mood to explain himself to him right now. Not in the middle of a dynamite taping either. They are at work for god sake. Keeps walking but he should know better than he to think Eddie would just drop it. “Eh! Sweetheart, hold up!” he calls and the pet name makes his blood boil. “Don’t fucking ‘sweetheart’ me Eddie!” Ethan growls back at him turning around to hiss at him. “I’m not your sweetheart,” he tells him pointing at his chest, directly between all his chains and rosaries.

“Then don’t ignore me when I’m calling on you. I know you heard me” he huffs at him. “What’s going on with you lately?” he asks him and Ethan just shakes his head at him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” he lies easily and tries to turn away from him but Eddie catches his wrist too tightly in his hand to let him go anywhere.

“Hey! Papi! Come on. All these years and you can’t tell me you’re pissed off at me unless it’s over Twitter or on TV? C’mon now. Stop playing with me. What I do to piss you off so bad?” Eddie tries to joke with him but it only makes Ethan angrier.

“Fucking let go of me, Eddie. I’m not playing with you. I’m just done with you – there’s a difference” he growls. “Go find one of your goddamn twinks to annoy if your bored”

“That what all this is about? I’m not paying you enough attention, pretty?” And god that smug smile of Eddie’s drives him wild and makes him want to punch him at the same time. “Ain’t my fault you’ve been so busy lately. Shit. You’ve barely had time for me since you got here. I thought Sky and all them boys were keeping you busy and taken care of. All your fancy’s and expensive things. Been walking around here like you were too good for me all of a sudden. I start playing with some other people and you're going to get jealous on me E? We’re too grown for that babe” Eddie tells him and despite the smirk on his face Ethan knows there’s something truth and some pain in those words.

“I never said I was too good for you” Ethan huffs at him. “That’s your own bullshit, told you a long time ago don’t put that on me” but he doesn’t quite meet his eye.

“Yeah but you also used to tell me when something was bothering you and not avoid me for weeks so you got my attention the old-fashioned way. So what’s going on?” Eddie asks him boxing him in against the wall making it impossible for Ethan to get away from him. Eddie’s cologne and the smell of cigarettes hit him and making his heart pick up a little bit too quickly.

“I didn’t think you’d take him up on it” He mutters looking down between them both, not meeting his eye as shame washes over him.

“Who? Take who up on what?” Eddie asks him and of course, Eddie doesn’t care when it’s been eating him up inside for weeks.

“Garcia,” he says and tries to look away from him but Eddie scoffs out a laugh.

“It was you. You told him how to get my attention” Eddie shakes his head.

“Course it was me, think he came up with all that on his own? Doesn’t have the brain cells” Ethan snaps.

“So if you told him how to make me want to fuck him and you haven’t been coming around to me – why you so worked up about it?” Eddie asks him and he hates when he has to spell things out for Eddie. Hates that he’s jealous of a 23-year-old kid more.

“He’s so fucking young. And Pretty. And Small” and he hates how the spits the word small out but Ethan's struggles with his body issues haven’t exactly been a secret. Lost count how many times he and Eddie have spent car rides across state lines talking about their struggles. “and it’s not even just him. It’s Takeshita too and every other goddamn kid running around here wanting a piece of you, suddenly noticing you because you're hot shit. I was there before all of that” he huffs.

“You don’t think I know that?” Eddie asks him softly bringing his hands down onto his waist. “Only reason I finally gave in and fucked Danny is because he was pushing all the right buttons – buttons you told him how to push sweetheart – he’s not my usual type” He points out. “We were never exclusive but we both know when I had you I wasn’t messing around with anyone else. It’s you who left to go seek out other people, not me. So don’t act like you suddenly aren’t enough for me when it was the other way around” he shakes his head at him that same hurt look flashing across his face.

“I didn’t stop coming around because you weren’t good enough. Stopped coming around because I didn’t want everyone thinking I only got signed here because I was fucking you” Ethan whimpers out finally looking back up at him. “Then you were fucking all those younger guys and I just figured you didn’t want me around anymore. I’d aged out or wasn’t the right type anymore or whatever” he mumbles. Sounds stupid when he says it out loud to him and isn’t letting it buzz around in his head for hours on end.

“Sweetheart” Eddie sighs cupping his face between both his hands softly. “You know you’ve always drove me wild right? Didn’t matter what size you were, we’ve always had something. But you are in the literal best shape of your damn life. Of course, I’m still attracted to you, of course, I still want you. Why’d you think I’m always doing stupid shit trying to make you laugh? Why I was sad when you stopped doing the vlog cause I didn’t have an excuse to come annoy you anymore. I’ve missed you, babe” Eddie tells him gently.

Ethan feels like an idiot. They’ve both been avoiding each other thinking they didn’t want each other for no god damn reason.

“You got anything else to do around here?” Ethan asks him and Eddie shakes his head. “Good. Go get your shit. We’re going back to the hotel” Ethan smirks at him and Eddie nods.

“Yeah, just one more thing,” he tells him and before he can ask Eddies leaning in and kissing him in that way that makes Ethan’s knees weak.

[whorehausen]

Tag people you want to get to know better, tagged by @sheinthatfandom thank you for tagging me 💙

Relationship status: in a relationship for 12 years

Favourite colour: Blue! 💙

Favourite foods: Cheese! Pizza, Chilli, meatballs. Anything containing mince red sauce, pasta and cheese tbh.

Song stuck in my head: FWYTYK - IPrevail

Last thing I googled: The address/postcode of a flat available locally

Current time: 14:55pm

Dream trip: Japan for wrestle kingdom tbh. Like I wanna go to japan anyway but if I can fit wrestling in there while I'm there? Perfection.

Something I want: a new flat asap, please. I'm tagging @mjeffss 💙

[whorehausen]

husband, best friend, one night stand - punk, eddie, mox :-)

Well... fuck this. I should delete this and pretend I never got it. Husband: Eddie. Because I wanna keep street daddy. 15/10 Husband material. Straight up trade. This is where it got tricky because like? How do I choose?

Best Friend - Mox (preferably with benefits) because I feel like he's super chill at all times but will also bury the body when we have to. One night stand - Punk because we know he fucks like a whore right? but I also kind of want to strangle him sometimes so I ain't locking it down.