#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!

[ohnoitsthebat]

I love you💛

I love you so much ❤️ I'm so glad you're in my life.

[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

[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]

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]

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.

[ohnoitsthebat]

Tagged by @whorehausen! <3

List 5 songs I have on repeat! I shuffled through my Liked Songs playlist.

I Gotta Feeling--Black Eyed Peas

Dear Reader--Taylor Swift

It's Time--Imagine Dragons

Eventually--Tame Impala

Take It On The Run--REO Speedwagon

Tagging @jaytwo @mjeffss @camptriplepine and anyone who wants to do this!

[whorehausen]

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

[whorehausen]

Tagged by @sheinthatfandom

List 5 songs I have on repeat! I didn't go in complete order of my Spotify 'on repeat' list since I've been listening to the same 5 albums since I was 13. But it's the top like 7/8.

Choke - IPrevail

2) Call me Never - Hoodie Allen

3) Build A Bitch by Rain Paris

4) Help Me - Demi Lovato & Dead Sara

5) Chaotic - Ellise

Tagging: @mjeffss @ohnoitsthebat & @loose-cannon-capacitor Share some music to listen to!

[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”