It's not fairrrr i want to know what all of them are
sgsjkfhe i think with the rest of the asks they are all pretty much covered save for girl talk (max² femslash au) aaaand it's in the water, baby which is the sequel to not quite on his grave, which tells you all you need to know 🙈 (it's cmjf piss kink)
anyway. snippet under the cut, nothing graphic, but vaguely nsfw
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“What are you thinking about?”
Thinking about you blue-balling me, Max thinks. He doesn’t say it out loud, though, because that would mean admitting what Punk’s doing (or rather, what Punk isn’t doing) is getting to him.
Strangely though, the way Punk says it reminds him of Cody. Of the way Cody would speak, the specific way he'd ask an audience what they want to talk about, which in turn, unfortunately, reminds him of The Suit.
His cock jolts at the memory, and of course, Punk notices.
“Must be something fun. This not enough for you? You’re insatiable,” he says.
“Maybe you’re not as good at this as you think, Punky,” he grits out. “Maybe I need to think about banging someone else to get off properly.”
46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?
oh gosh. funnily enough probably omegaverse? which is amazing considering i said a few months back i'd never write it but it's just. so fucking versatile for character dynamics and gender exploration and transing my blorbos sgdjfk
53. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?
technically ‘kayfabe compliant’ but other than that, ‘praise kink’ clocks in at 6 of my 17 fics so far 🥲
62. In not quite on his grave, is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?
so there wasn't so much of a cut scene as the precursor fic to it that i wanted to finish first which i have discussed elsewhere before, u know, That One 👀 and the only reason it didn't get finished earlier was not quite on his grave took over my brain sgdkfkdg
which leads nicely into...
7. Post a snippet from a wip.
under the readmore, content warning for piss kink
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There's a pattern in there. Punk messing him up, making him dirty. Max getting off on it, because he can't deny the shocky spark of pleasure that he feels in his gut when he thinks about Punk messing him up, Punk's bodily fluids on him. Marking him.
Something about being—his, in such an undeniable way.
And it's not like—well, there's a precedent, is the thing. That fucking suit, and maybe this had been a step along the way to this—
“You don’t even deserve me pissing in you.”
Punk messing him up and marking him inside as well as out.
thank you!! :D more cmjf love curse snippets because it's taken over my brain:
“Ugh, imagine if you’d been all over me in the same fake way the rest of them are. It’s so... creepy. It is creepy, right? Like, talk to Mark Sterling, get a harassment suit going creepy? Unless Sterling starts hitting on me, too.”
At this point, Punk’s inclined to agree.
Honestly, it had been funny as hell at first, watching the likes of Jungle Boy and Dante Martin turn into stammering messes before them, and he’d been laughing right up to the point that Eddie, eyes intense, had complimented Max, said he had nice hair today, awakening something ugly inside Punk because fuck Eddie Kingston.
god please do! if you did i'd have to write to fill them and then i'd finish some of my many wips!!!
cmjf, under a cut for nsfw:
His cock bumps up against the couch arm as Punk rubs the tip against his balls, then up to his entrance, pushing in, nice and wet. Max lets out a satisfied, pleased sound that quickly turns to frustration as Punk... stays like that, just the tip inside him, not going any deeper, not fucking him, and the clock's running down—
It's enough to make him immediately pliant.
“What are you waiting for, fucking—move already,” he says, trying to reach behind him to get a hold of Punk's hips, make him do something, but Punk grabs his hand, twists his arm and pins it to his lower back.
He felt like an imposter with Kenny, every kiss they shared acidic to his mouth. Walking on eggshells, every happy moment they had together paling in comparison to the ridicule he was under when he was around the Elite. It was always Kenny and the Bucks, the Bucks and Kenny. There was never a seat reserved for Adam.
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“Thinking of a certain someone?” Punk’s voice throws him off.
Adam scowls. “Upset you’re not my main bitch?”
Punk lets out a shocked laugh. He looks impressed—Adam tries not to feel pride at his incredulous expression.
“You’re something, Adam.”
i loved writing their banter in this fic and i enjoyed putting in that reference to kenny--the fact that punk knows about hangman's past with kenny that he can use to get in his head was also an interesting component to think about.