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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy”

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her.

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind.

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen.

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room.

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said

“No-”

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to”

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me.

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him.

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she?

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n.

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years.

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy”

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heelbucks · 5 months

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so you’re writing for punk? i was thinking with his return, maybe something like his wife (the reader) is getting hate and harassment from fans, and punk does not hesitate to let the world know not to harass his wife. overprotective punk 🤩

dating an older man was a challenge, let one someone like cm punk.

obviously, you had your usual suspects of harassment, the ones who thought you were only with him for his money, the ones who thought they'd have a chance if you were out of the picture. but after his wwe return, it got significantly worse. more messages flooding in, this time more hateful and hurtful, especially after he mentioned you in his promo.

sighing and logging off socials for a little bit, phil noticed a change in your demeanor. "what's wrong doll, not looking forward to me being on the road again?" your husband asks you, sitting on the couch next to you and larry. "usual trolls, just getting worse."

"'m sorry doll. where's my phone? i'll handle this right now." his tone softens, then he gets defensive.

handing him his phone and watching him open his instagram, posting a photo of the three of you with the caption "these two are my world, any hate or disrespect towards them will not be tolerated. i love you endlessly doll" and tags you. he also makes a video of you two cuddling and he verbally repeats the same sentiment.

once he's done, he locks his phone and leans over to kiss you.

"now, why don't i show you how much i love you?"

as always my inbox is open for requests 🩷

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seeingstarks · 11 months

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the cream on the cake wants to escape

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."

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h0ney-fiction · 3 months

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Chick Magnet

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Synopsis: Phil reignites a one-night stand with a local bar owner, Clarke.

Word Count: 2,483

Ratings/Warnings: M. Unprotected Sex.

It was a warmer night than usual for winter in Chicago.

I was closing up the bar after my shift, my feet sore from standing all night. Despite owning and operating this bar with my best friend for over 5 years, the long nights still got to me sometimes.

The last customer was stumbling out the door as I finished counting out the register. My friend and bartender, Isla, was taking a final pass through the main room with a mop and bucket.

"You look tired, I can do the rest of the closing," she said. "You can head home and rest."

"No, it's alright, I'm already almost done here," I replied. "Why don't you head home early and get some sleep?"

Isla had been my best friend since we met in college. We were both working and living in New York, but we both decided we were tired of the city and wanted a change of pace. So we moved to Chicago and bought a run-down, shitty little dive bar called Tap'd. We put all our corporate job savings into the place and renamed it Honeycomb Tavern.

Isla was my right-hand woman, my confidant, my second in command. She helped me run the business and was a fantastic bartender, and I loved her to death.

We were more like sisters, honestly.

I decided to take Isla’s offer and finish cleaning up. I gathered my items and then walked out into the mild Chicago night air. I lived less than a 5-minute walk from my apartment complex so I felt safe to walk home.

As I walked up the block, I saw an older man coming from the opposite direction. As he walked closer, I began to recognize him.

“Phil?” I called out.

“Clarke!”

I stopped as he continued to come closer, his walk casual and his hands were in his pockets. His smile indicated that he was happy to see me.

“It’s been a while,” I said.

He stopped in front of me and we sized each other up, seeing how much the other has changed since we last saw each other about a year ago.

He’s more gray than I remember, but it only adds to his devilish charm.

“I wasn’t sure if you still worked this shift,” his eyes carefully watched mine.

“If you called you would know that,” I replied dryly.

Phil chuckled.

I met Phil almost 3 years ago when he came to my bar one night with a friend. He caught my attention when he ordered just a Pepsi as his friend ordered whiskey from the top shelf. He noticed the surprise on my face and explained that he was straightedge. When I handed him his drink, he took the opportunity to talk to me. Before the night was over, he was wearing my legs like a necklace. That one night stand ended into an on-and-off again… entanglement ever since.

“I was hoping to catch you here,” He said.

I was surprised to see him after so long. He stopped returning all of my texts, putting me under the impression that we were done. Plus, seeing TMZ photos of him wrapped around some model six months ago didn’t help.

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.

“I wasn't expecting to see you here," I admitted, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

Phil smirked and looked away.

"I'm actually in town between shows. I'm leaving tomorrow," he looked at me again. "But I was hoping to see you."

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Look," Phil started. "I'm sorry that I stopped texting. There's no excuse for that. I was an ass and you deserved better."

Phil reached out to take my hand in his, the touch causing a familiar warmth to spread throughout my body.

"I've thought about you a lot," Phil's eyes were soft as they looked into mine. "I miss you, Clarke."

Phil's fingers brushed my cheek.

"Will you let me make it up to you?"

"How can I tell you're being honest?"

Phil stepped closer, his face close enough that his nose was almost touching mine.

"Just give me tonight."

I closed my eyes and sighed, the scent of his cologne invading my senses.

I opened my eyes to see his green eyes locked on me. I could see his want for me as I took all of him in. Phil's hair was slicked up, showing the grays on his beard more. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath with matching jeans. Despite the coverage, I could tell he's been working out more.

He licked his lips, doing the same to me. I wasn't an athlete, or model, by any means…but seeing him with someone else did motivate me to join a Pilates studio.

And it was working.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly.

A smirk spread across his face, making his green eyes shine.

"How about I come back to your place?" He whispered.

"Or," I took his hand and started walking. "We can go to yours."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled as he fell into step with me.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Phil's apartment was triple the size of mine, and he had an amazing view of the riverfront. The furniture and decor were cozy.

It was very much like Phil himself.

Phil poured us some water as I sat down on his couch, setting my bag on the floor next to me. If he was going to treat me like an easy booty call, I wanted full service.

"I love what you've done with the place," I said as he joined me. "You redecorated?"

Phil smiled, sitting down close to me.

"Just replaced some art."

Phil took a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So…" He started.

"So…" I mimicked him.

I was being a little mean, but he deserved it.

"I don't know what to say," Phil looked away. "It's been a while, and I didn't plan this."

I watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.

"Phil, what's up with you?"

"I'm just nervous," He shrugged. "You know I haven't had a serious relationship in a long time, and…I really like you."

"So much that you stop answering my calls?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's my fault," Phil said. "I've been caught up with work and didn't make the time."

I always appreciated Phil's honesty, even when it stung.

"You weren't too caught up to hang out with that model," I said.

It was Phil's turn to blush. "You saw that?"

"I mean it was only on the front page of every entertainment outlet. What's her name anyway, Emily?"

"Emilia," Phil corrected me.

"Emilia," I mocked.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed my purse and made my way to his balcony. I pulled out the joint I've been thinking about since rush hour at the bar and a lighter. I lit the joint and inhaled, becoming a cloud of smoke.

Phil came out to join me, a frown on his face.

"So are you two dating or what?" I asked.

"I guess," Phil replied.

"You guess?"

"We only went on one date."

I looked at him.

"If you're looking for me to say I fucked her, yes. I did, Clarke. Don't tell me you've been waiting for me."

"I didn't," I replied.

"Then why are you putting me on the cross?" Phil leaned against the wall.

"I'm not," I turned to him. "I'm just hurt, and I want answers."

"Answers for what?"

"Why me?"

I turned to the river and took another hit.

"Clarke," Phil came up behind me. "There's no good answer for that."

"Well, then you're fucked."

"Clarke," Phil said, pulling me back so that he could face me. "I'm not gonna give you the bullshit 'it's complicated' excuse. I can't."

"Why?"

"Because it's not. It's very simple."

Phil leaned forward, his lips lightly touching mine. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue slide across my lips.

"I want you, Clarke," Phil whispered.

He kissed me deeper, his tongue moving past my lips and sliding along mine. His hands trailed down my body until they found my ass, he cupped and firmly squeezed through my jeans.

"Fuck, I love your ass," he growled.

"You're a fucking animal," I grinned.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I did as I was told and kissed him again. He lifted me up, grabbed me by my ass taking me back into his living room. He dropped me down on his couch and began stripping my clothes off.

Once I was bare, Phil kissed my neck. His lips and tongue traveled down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites until he was between my legs.

He kissed the top of my mound before moving lower. He used his fingers to spread my pussy open and licked the length of my slit, tasting me.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

"I've missed your taste," Phil said before licking me again.

I gripped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. Phil slid a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out as he sucked and flicked his tongue across my clit. My legs were on his shoulders as I grinded into his face.

My orgasm was building up, the familiar pressure growing inside me.

"Phil," I moaned.

Phil's sucked my clit harder, the added pressure sending me over the edge.

"Phil!"

My orgasm washed over me, leaving my body limp. I panted, catching my breath as Phil rose and sat down on the couch. He grabbed me by my hips and placed me over his lap, stomach down. Phil's firm hand struck my ass, the sharp pain turning into a sweet burn.

I yelped in response.

Phil rubbed the spot he smacked and spanked the other cheek. He grabbed the cheeks and squeezed them. He massaged down to my thighs, spreading me open every so often, making me anticipate his touch. Soon, his fingers were in my pussy, filling me with every pump. I was sprawled across his lap, his legs spread wide on the leather couch as his other hand cupped my bare ass. His hand felt warm against the cold air.

I groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit.

"God, your pussy is dripping wet," Phil groaned.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach.

"I've missed your cock," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"I have," I lifted myself off him. "Let me show you how much."

I stood up and straddled his lap, the fabric of his pants was cool and smooth. My pussy was throbbing, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, running my fingers over his chest. I loved how his tattoos looked against his perfectly defined body. I bent down and licked his chest, flicking his nipple before I kissed his neck. I bit down, earning a moan from him.

"Don't tease me," he laughed.

"Yeah?" I moved my hips back and forth against him, making his twitch. Before he could argue, I kissed him sucking his bottom lip as if it were his cock.

"You're the worst," he grinned as I pulled away.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts.

"Touch me," I said.

Phil grabbed my breasts and massaged them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. I moved down his lap and pulled his jeans off. His cock sprang up, the tip shining with precum.

I stroked him a few times, his body tensing up with every movement. I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave it a soft suck.

"Fuck," he hissed.

I took him deeper until he was touching the back of my throat. My head bobbed and I took him as deep as I could. My hand pumped the base as my lips moved up and down.

He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. I moaned against his cock and he jerked. A low, deep moan escaped his lips. I kept moaning against him and he pulled harder on my hair, pushing me down on his cock. He was so deep that I couldn't breathe, but I was so turned on that I didn't care.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the underside, taking him deep again. He grunted as his body tensed up.

"Clarke," he groaned.

He pulled me away from him, shaking his head.

"I'm not coming until I fuck you silly."

He lifted me and placed me on the couch, positioning his body over mine. He kissed me passionately, our tongues meeting again.

Phil sat back and guided his cock to my entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he said.

He slid inside me, his cock stretching me. He grabbed my ankles and pinned them above my head.

"Hold these," he said.

His hands were free, allowing him to grab my hips and hold me in place as he thrust into me. He moved slowly at first, teasing me. He watched me as he went in and out.

I forgot how good he felt.

Phil's pace picked up, his thrusts growing faster and harder. My breasts bounced from the force and his cock reached the deepest parts of me.

"I can't get enough of you," he said.

He leaned down and sucked on my nipples. All I could get out was whimpers of his name and deep moans as my body was taken over with pleasure.

"Fuck," Phil's grip on my thighs tightened. "I'm close."

"Me too," I moaned.

Phil reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The added pressure sent me over the edge. My whole body tensed as the pleasure rolled through me.

"Fuck, Phil! Fuck!"

Phil's hips slammed into mine, his body trembling as he came inside me. I rolled my hips into him, letting my orgasm crash into me like waves.

"Clarke," Phil panted.

I held onto him as we caught our breath. Phil leaned down and kissed me. He slowly pulled his cock out and slid behind me, holding me closely on his couch.

We lay in silence for a while, enjoying the closeness and the afterglow.

Phil kissed my shoulder. "Did I make it up to you?"

I giggled, turning to face him.

"You've got a start," I smirked.

"Oh?" He grinned. "How about we move this to the bedroom?"

"Only if you carry me," I grinned.

"Gladly."

Phil scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. This was going to be a long night.

#aew smut #wwe smut #cm punk #cm punk smut #cm punk imagine #cm punk fanfiction

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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can I request being a brat and CM Punk fucking that attitude right out of you?

punk has brat tamer written all over him 🥵

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• listen and learn — cm punk •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { cm punk masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, submissive/dominant dynamic, teasing, handjobs, exhibitionism, male + female orgasms, brat taming, daddy kink, edging, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

{ pairing } — fem!reader x cm punk

{ word count } — 1.9k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian @wardlow @sammiejane22 @april-jeanette-wagner

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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his frustrations were evident, you’d been circling around him like a disobedient puppy for the last hour and a half, trying so desperately to get his attention while he was mid conversation. to keep it short your intentions were not working. the most he’d offer you was an annoyed glance or two, the look stern, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed into a scowl slightly, a warning it was.

still , the subtle and domineering look did not deter you one bit. the both of you sat in catering, you clinging around his arm, practically attached to his hip, still he remained in conversation with one christan cage, the two of them reminiscing over the more earlier times in their career. you’d seemed to have zoned out, staring up at him with such fondness also with ill intent at the fact he was not paying you so much as a drop of attention. still you waited for the right moment. you admired him, eyes fluttering across, scanning his features. from the slight creases and crinkles by his eyes each time he cracked a smile or the patches of grey that were soon to over take the black in his beard, the healed scars indented in his skin, to his scent. in love would not even describe the way you felt about him. you were enamoured, obsessed even.

yet, the lack of attention in this moment seemed to bother you, normally he’d be so attentive, not being able to keep his hands to himself. it must be some conversion for him to completely ignore you, not that you were even listening to what they were saying in the first place anyway. you needed his attention and you needed it bad.

you rested your head upon your shoulder, no suspicion on his part, only responding by gently placing his hand upon yours under the table. reassurance if anything, still unsure of what for exactly. your eyes flickered from the back of your hand to his. so different in contrast, yours bare of colour, a blank canvas if you will, while his was littered with ink, a very beautiful portrait in your opinion.

slowly your hand began to pry from his, resting upon his thigh for time being, him still being unaware of the scenario that was about to unfold, still utterly immured in the conversation with the blond. inch by inch your hand moved closer to his clothed cock, eventually beginning to palm him through his jeans.

you felt his body stiffen underneath your touch momentarily, clearing his throat from the sudden action. you remained silent, by his side, feeling his size harden in his jeans as you slowly palm circles against his cock. he continued the conversation, albeit with more pauses and stutters in between.

“watch yourself, love…” he warned through a silent grunt, peering down at you for a second while the older male in front of you both rambled absentmindedly. oh boy if there was anytime to misbehave further it was now! slowly you began toying with the zipper of his jeans, he gave you a stern look whilst you merely smiled innocently up at him.

you unzipped his jeans agonisingly slow, prying his cock from his jeans as he gulped thickly. you began to pump his thick shaft under the table, eyes often daring from his, the poor soul sitting across from you, christian none the wiser. seconds felt like minutes, and the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, days even. his mouth ran dry, nails gripping the edge of the table, his free hands trying to pry yours away from his cock.

truth be told, he did not want you to stop, he rather enjoyed the setting, although he did not feel like you deserved the privilege of toying with his cock due to your recent behaviour, sure you were always a bratty, attention seeking, little slut and he adored you for that. but this, it was getting beyond a joke. if you were going this far to get his attention only after an hour and a half, who knows the lengths you’ll go if he denied you attention any longer.

he muttered a small “fuck” under his breath, attempting to clear his throat as a distraction from the word. his cock hard in your palm, already leaking hot precum across your knuckles, you smiled down at the sight, a small exhale in contentment as you simply let your eyes flutter around the room absentmindedly.

“you alright, man” christan’s voice brought your tattooed lover out from his lust induced trace. punk blinked for a moment, trying to recollect his thoughts, the older male tilting his head questioningly, eyebrows furrowed with slight confusion.

“y-yeah i’m f-fine…why?” he barely managed to choke out, a thick gulp rising in the back of his throat as he tried his best to contain his moans. you gave a particularly rough pump to his cock, making him grip your thigh underneath the table.

“are you sure?” christian mentioned, face still contorted with mild confusion and slight worry for his friend. “you’re sweating”

your love gave a soft inhale, bringing the hand that resided your thigh up to his forehead to indeed confirm his friend's suspicions. he was indeed sweating, a thin layer had built up across his hairline, his cheeks flushed and red with arousal, his skin warm.

“maybe you’re coming down with something?” you interjected, placing the back of your free hand to his temple, pretending to feel his temperature. “you do feel quite warm”

your intentions seemed innocent enough, although punk would like to think otherwise as your hand was still wrapped around his aching cock. christian looked on in silence, still utterly confused.

‘maybe we should head back to the hotel so you can get some rest?” your voice was sickly sweet in your lover's ears, his breath grew ragged as his orgasm drew near, a shaky exhale of disappointment once you released his cock from his grasp, effectively ruining any possible chance of release for him. with a thick gulp he silently stuffed his cock back into his jeans.

“uh, yeah…w-we probably should…” he stuttered mid-sentence, trying his best to recollect his thoughts, silently hoping that his cock was not visible through his jeans. a soft smirk curled the ends of your lips, standing up to join his, arms still wrapped around his, very much like an overbearing lover.

“okay…” christian mumbled, feeling more confused than ever, his eyes switching between the both of you to try and form a cohesive conclusion the the scenario. “i guess i’ll see you later then…”

without another word, punk silently bowed his head, lips pursed into a thin line, his thank you absent of words, still very much thankful to get out of that situation as soon as possible. you followed your love out of the arena, the air silent, this, claustrophobic even, he needed to get back to the hotel and fast.

the two of you entered the car, silence encapsulated the small rental vehicle, no music, no talking, just the two of you marinating in your own sexual frustrations with each other. you’d smirk to yourself, you’d won this round, still buzzing from the scene that played out moments ago. you turned to him, his eyes fixated on the road, his pupils dilated with lust although he’d never say it outright. Not now anyway. his knuckles bone white, the pigment from the tattoos covering the skin there, dulled and grey from the tightness of how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. a scowl permanently plastered across his lips. you were in for it when you got back to the hotel…

“what the fuck was that back there love?” he backed you up against the hotel, his cock hard once again, pressed against your inner thigh as the arousal did not seem to quell in your stomach. “you’re just asking to be ruined, aren’t you?”

you simply giggled, tugging at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to pry it from his skin. still he remained still, trapping you between his body and the wall, breath heavy and needy, head dipping into the crook of your neck, rough hungry kisses littering your skin.

“you seemed bored, daddy” you spoke through a moan, eventually prying his shirt over his head, inked skin flush against yours. he gave a small chuckle at your response, he wouldn’t necessarily say that the conversation itself was boring, but he definitely felt himself beginning to zone out

“you wanted my attention that bad, huh?” his voice was low in your ear, the presence of a growl hiding behind his words. “well, you have it now, love”

he did not even give you a chance to process his words, far too impatient after the torment you’d previously caused him at the arena. he tore your clothes from your body, the sound of fabric ripping at the seams made you audible gasp, yet cringe internally at your poor clothing. well, at least it gives you an excuse to update your closet.

he was not even going to give you the opportunity to relax in the bed, lifting you up, cock resting against your inner thigh, determined to fuck that attitude out of you, right up against the hotel wall. your cunt slick with anticipation, just aching for him to bury his cock deep inside you. it's exactly what the both of you wanted, no matter how much he wanted to tease you like you did him.

he slipped into your cunt with ease, fucking up into you, relentless and violent in his movements. any attempt to keep yourself silent was ruined with each thrust he gave. you clung to him, more desperate than you had earlier. all you’d wanted was his attention, and you certainly got it, not expecting that he would be attentive, especially after your means of getting it.

“dumb little slut, why do you have to be such a brat?” he grunted into the crook of your neck, the feeling vibrating through your skin. “if you wanted my cock so bad, you should have asked”

your felt the familiar tightness rise in your stomach, your cunt clenching around his thick cock, drawing your your orgasm little by little, absolutely fucked dumb at this point, your words mere incoherent babbles at this point, barely able to form full sentences other than his name and moans.

he remained silent, just allowing himself to drown in the sound of your sweet sounds of pleasure. he had thought about ruining your orgasm like you’d done to him previously. although he thought that punishment was a bit too harsh on such an innocent soul like yourself.

you buried your head into the crook of his neck, whining and pleading for release, scratching and clawing your nails into the tattooed skin of his back, the inked flesh now illuminated with a soft pink hue.

your sweetness flooded around his length, the friction overwhelming your system, body shaking with such intense pleasure of which made tears prick the corners of your eyes. he still kept the same pace, fast and rough until his release, the sensation far more satisfactory than the experience he’d suffered about an hour ago. his cum hot, a sensation which made you relax instantly into him, his seed dripping from your void, down your thighs and his shaft.

“i hope you’ve learnt your lesson, love”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#cm punk fanfiction #cm punk imagine #cm punk smut #cm punk x reader #cm punk #aew #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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~AEW Smut Masterlist 18+ ONLY

⭐️ - request 🖤 - personal favorite 🎵 - songfic 📝 - "i just exist" 🚀 - drabble 💬 - comes from a smut prompt (specified in the oneshot) 🎀 - DD/lg diaries: innocence lost 🚨 - donna's wardlow handcuff chronicles

Adam “Hangman” Page🐎

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

CM Punk⚡️

tba

Cash Wheeler7️⃣

tba

Christian Cage✨

tba

Chuck Taylor🪕

tba

Claudio Castagnoli🇨🇭

tba

Eddie Kingston📿

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

Ethan Page😁

tba

Hook🪝

⭐️💬🚀 Naughty Pictures Headcanon

Jade Cargill🌩

tba

Jay White🗡️

tba

Kenny Omega🎮

tba

Luchasaurus🦖

tba

MJF💍

⭐️💬🚀 Orgasm Headcanon

Orange Cassidy🍊

⭐️💬🚀 Masturbation Headcanon

Powerhouse Hobbs🔋

tba

Santana💪

tba

Wardlow🐺

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet ⭐️💬 *untitled* ⭐️💬 *untitled*

~Handcuff Chronicles🚨 ⭐️🚨 'Bad Dog' #1 ⭐️🚨 'Touchin' on My' #2 🖤🚨 ‘Big Bad Wolf’ #3 ⭐️🚨 ‘Chains’ #4 🚨 ‘Adrenalize’ #6

Wheeler Yuta🔥

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

Special Requests🥰

tba

#donna's masterlist #aew smut #adam page smut #cm punk smut #christian cage smut #eddie kingston smut #aew hook smut #jade cargill smut #jay white smut #kenny omega smut #luchasaurus smut #mjf smut #orange cassidy smut #powerhouse hobbs smut #wardlow smut #wheeler yuta smut

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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years

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CM Punk Masterlist

Yes Mistress (smut)

#cm punk #cm punk smut #cm punk imagine #cm punk fluff #cm punk angst #cm punk headcanon

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shes2real · 24 days

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Mile high Club ♡

Featuring 🌷: cm punk + female!reader

Warning ☁️: gentle sex, unprotected p in v, praises, thigh riding, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 673

Scenario ☁️: CM punk decides to take his wife with him to WrestleMania, it’s only right that he thanks her in a special way.

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The couple leisurely stretch and exchange tender morning kisses, savoring the tranquility of the early morning before the rush of the day begins. Wrestlemania is this weekend and though Phil can’t wrestle, he was excited that he’d be a commentator and he even had his own meet and greet.

Rolling their suitcases behind them, they stepped out into the cool morning air. As they made their way to the airport, Phil's voice was a steady reassurance, his words were a mix of excitement and affection. He was truly grateful to have his wife by his side after all these years.

As they rounded the corner towards the airport, a gleaming private jet awaited them, its polished exterior catching the hazy sunlight. Phil's wife's eyes widened in disbelief, her excitement palpable as she took in the sight, "Babe! Are…are you serious!?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Phil grinned, “All for you."

As they boarded the jet, the interior greeted them with luxurious comfort, plush leather seats beckoning them to sink in and relax. The ambiance was elegant yet cozy, with soft lighting creating an inviting atmosphere. Phil guided his wife towards a secluded area of the jet, a private nook designed just for them. Here, they found a cozy loveseat nestled against the window, offering breathtaking views. A small table held glasses of champagne, he picked up one while giving her the other.

“Cheers to a loving, beautiful, and supportive wife. I don’t know where I’d be without my backbone,”

The couple shared a warm kiss before the glasses clanked. As she peacefully sipped on her wine, she took in the scenery as the jet gracefully lifted off into the sky. Phil guided his wife onto his lap, as a flight attendant greeted the couple with a warm smile before presenting his wife with a bouquet of roses before leaving.

Graciously accepting the gift, she turned to face her husband, a tender smile spreading across her lips as she carefully maneuvered around his affected arm, mindful not to bump it. “Y’know you didn’t have to do all of this, right?" she murmured softly, wrapping her arm around his neck.

He shushed her gently, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. As their tongues danced slowly and passionately against each other, she began to grind against his thigh. She began moaning into the kisses, making him pull away. He started kissing and biting her neck while his free arm guided her hips faster.

“Baby…” she breathed, her pussy throbbing as his thigh rubbed against it.

“Doin’ so good, beautiful.”

His constant praises sent her to her breaking point quicker than it should’ve, her legs began to tremble as she desperately rocked back and forth, “Good girl,” he praised, rubbing her back as she continued to ride out her orgasm.

Shakily hopping up, she noticed the wet spot on his pants. He chuckled, “It’s okay baby.”

He kept his eyes on her as she removed her panties as well as freeing his member from his jeans. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, she let out a loud moan, “Oh, fuck.”

Burying her face in his neck as she started to roll her hips, her moans were muffled as his grip tightened on her waist. As she passionately rode him, he whispered to her, “I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you more!!”

Groaning, he lifted his hips precisely and began to thrust deeply into her. His deep penetration was already causing an orgasmic effect on his wife, he wrapped himself around her as best as he could. It became too much for her to hold in as she shuddered. “I-I..” She squealed, trying to free herself from his tight embrace. Her orgasm instantly triggered him as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. As he emptied himself inside of her, she lifted up to see his cum leaking out of her.

“Guess you’re part of the mile high club now.” Phil laughed. This was definitely not the last time that they’ll ever do this.

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

・❥ ・ @kumapassion @bloodripleygal @romanreignsbae @pittieprincess22 @cyberdejos2 @xoxoril3yyy @rwbypatootie @solefae @adoreesun @alyyaanna @shantinextdoor @zombiedixon89 @acknowledge-reigns

#wwe smut #wwe imagines #cm punk #cm punk smut #cm punk imagine #cm punk fanfic #phil brooks #cult of personality #drabble `♡´

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Okay, hear me out: Do you mind writing a NSFW alphabet about CM Punk? :P

CM PUNK NSFW ALPHABET I8+ NSFW content

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

CM PUNK MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is very loving and nurturing

He will hold you close and tell you how much he loves you as he whispers sweet nothings as you fall asleep

Although Phil has a bit of a mean streak, intimacy is something he won’t take for granted with you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, his favourite part is his tattoos (which you agree)

He loves the way his painted canvas looks against your bare one

He loves the sight of his tattooed hands around your throat

On you he adores everything

He could never pick just one thing

He is obsessed with you, he worships your body like a god

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is a dirty old man, he loves the sight of you covered in his seed

Whether it’s pouring out of you or dripping all over you, he loves it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His little secret is how obsessed he is with you

He completely obsessed with you, in an insane crazy way

Even before you started dating he would stalk you

Punk would kill with his bear hands if it meant he could have you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With age comes experience, he is very experienced

He has been with many many women in his age so he knows s thing or two

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; he loves the intimacy it provides

Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious, almost a bit mean

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he wants to be Phil can be quite the romantic

Worshiping your body like a temple

Slowly making you come undone

He loves to take his time with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Multiple times a day

He needs that release, mainly because he is always turned on around you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

dd/lg (heavy on this)

Daddy kink

Hair pulling

Impact play

BDSM

Breeding kink

Pregnancy kink

Bondage

Biting

Cock warming

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere he will take you anywhere he can

Besides the privacy in your home or hotel, he loves water sex, the beach, the pool all of it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything

He gets turned on by anything

Your sent, your smile, the way your fingers linger on his for a second too long

He’s embarrassed about the effect you have on him

He’s like a horney teenage boy around you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sharing, he’s a selfish man

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Although he gives he would rather receive

He loves the sight of you underneath him gagging on his cock

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is hard and rough

Fucking you into obliviation

He loves to turn your brain into mush

He can be mean during sex but behind the tough guy act there is so much love behind it

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When he needs you he needs you

Although he is not the biggest fan of quickies they occur more often than you think

They will occur backstage before a match or when one of his co-workers gets a bit too friendly with you

Sometimes he might take you in the car if you misbehave

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Phil is a risky man, he likes to play games

However, he will always pass them by you first before trying something new

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I don’t see him lasting very long, typically before you

However, he can go several rounds in a row before getting tired

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a special collection just for you

Silk handcuffs, a variation of vibrators

He loves to use them with you

Oh and don’t forget the collar (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

CM Punk is a big tease, he loves to mess with you all the time

He will feel bad for it after but in the moment he loves it

He loves it when you beg him to go faster after purposely going painfully slow

Begging for your orgasm

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s quite loud

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

👀👀👀👀

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So high, like a teenage boy

It’s not normal

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all

He would probably watch you sleep tbh

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heelbucks · 11 months

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Not gonna lie I can see Professor!Punk having the reader cockwarm him while he grades papers

not this distracting me from my homework 💀professor brooks would be disappointed

grading papers gets so monotonous, of course he needs his doll to entertain him. you either support him from under his desk, kneeling before him keeping your mouth open or his favorite way; sitting in his lap with his cock nestled inside you.

you’ve learned that he’s a harsh grader but after you started doing this, he’s been much more pleasant about his grades. he even asks you to help sometimes.

“my smart little doll, can’t wait to have you fucked out when i’m done with these papers.”

#college au #professor! cm punk #teacher! cm punk #cm punk #cm punk smut #cm punk x reader

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seeingstarks · 9 months

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mjf masterlist

best + bitter = better - (mjf x afab!reader) - fluff

divinely sinful - (mjf x daddi doom x afab!reader) - smut

no one better than you baby - (mjf x adam cole x afab!reader) - fluff

on the level of the devil - (mjf x brat afab!reader) - smut

the cream on the cake wants to escape - (mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader) - smut

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h0ney-fiction · 1 year

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honey fiction masterlist

smutty ☆

Kenny Omega The Bet ☆

Chapter 0 (Prologue)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

MJF

Bedroom Series (MJF X OC!Sebene)

Morning☆

Open the Door☆

Misc. One Shots

Late Night Drive☆

Claudio Castagnoli

One Shot

Smoke☆

CM Punk

One Shot

Chick Magnet☆

HangSwerve

One Shot

Nashville☆

Swerve Strickland

One Shot

On & On

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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Getting railed by Cm Punk while wearing nothing but one of his merch shirts?

this goddamn bastard had a chokehold on me 🥵 ive re-written this like five damn times. we don't half-ass anything on this blog!

thanks to @cuzimacomedian for the title inspo !!

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• nothing but my t-shirt — cm punk •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { cm punk masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 +, { minors do not interact }, somnophilia { consensual }, male masturbation, cumshot, facials, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, gentle sex, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 1.5k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian @wardlow

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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the bedroom, illuminated by the dull warm light flooding through under the door frame. he stepped in, his weary bones aching, tattooed flesh glistening under moonlight with a thin layer of sweat, breath laboured as he tried to control it, lungs still feeling the effect of the slight autumn chill.

his eyes still adjusting to the darkness, you silhouette barely in his vision, just able to make out the curves of your frame. your body snuggled into the blankets, mostly on his side of the bed but he did not mind that. the mattress shifted with his weight, something that he hoped did not disturb you. he felt the corners of his lips corner into a soft smile at the sight of you, so peaceful in such a dreamlike state, arms wrapped around his pillow, pretending it was him to sooth your nightmares away.

it was on closer inspection when he noticed an article of clothing that was unfamiliar to him. tilting his head with slight confusion as he pulled back the blankets covering your frame. it was one of his shirts, well technically one of his merch shirts but the point was clear. you’d never brought any of his merch before so the sight initially surprised, and very much so aroused him.

it would of been the largest size they had in stock, the fabric resting comfortably above your knees, yet nestled perfectly around your frame, a perfect outline of your full, round breasts, and leaving little to the imagination downstairs. he peeked down momentarily, to confirm you were indeed wearing, nothing but his shirt, your plump ass bare before his eyes, pretty pussy void of any covering.

he felt a knot of arousal form in his stomach at the sight. never in his life would he think he’d get so damn horny over something so simple. yet it awoke the most primal reaction from him. he stood up, still careful not to make a sound as he made his way to your side of the bed, your back facing his, head still nestled comfortably into the pillows, still in a deep sleep.

his bulge prominent in his shorts, throbbing with a furious need for friction. he set his gym bag down beside the bed, lucky that the soft thud did not stir you from your lovely slumber. his breath still held a soft shake, it wavered with each exhale as he slowly pried his cock from his boxer-briefs. the cool touch of his calloused fingertips made him shudder in delight. with slow methodical movements he began to stroke himself, his cock feeling more sensitive than usual. he kept his gaze fixated on you, more or less to determine if you were still asleep. his grunts were kept to a minimum for the exact reason, despite him wanting and needing to be louder.

his breath laboured accompanied with soft shudders, hand still wrapped around his thick cock, with such need for release, having to steady himself against the bedpost with his free hand, the slight tilt of the bed made you stir slightly, yet not enough to disturb you from your slumber. he let out a small sigh of relief, his muscles growing tight, cock throbbing in his palm, so desperately close to release.

“god, love…you look so beautiful like this…” his whispers were practically non existent, yet he knew you heard, your lips slightly curling at his statement, something which aroused him even further. he was close, still trying to resist the urge for release, knowing his would surely make a mess of your beautiful face, yet the animalistic drive inside of him it burned for it, with so much want to see your pretty skin covered in his cum.

“fuck-” he let out a soft groan in release, his statement cut off by a primal moan. his hot seed glossed your cheek, warm and wet as it coated your skin. you twitched slightly at the sensation, awakening, just barely, eyelids still closed but body now alert. your fingers arose from the blanket, swiping his seed from your skin, licking your fingers clean.

he crawled over your frame, your mind still half-asleep, his cock still fully erect. you muttered his name softly amongst the silent breaks in between his rugged breathing, with closed lids, head following the sound of his movements as he nestled himself under the covers behind you.

“phil…” his name muttered into the pillows. his scent still lingered on your skin, entrancing you, pulling you back in deeper to the comfortable slumber you were in moments prior. he let his hands roam beneath the blankets, in the darkness feeling for the material of the shirt you wore, the fabric was thick, coarse, enough to shield your body from the elements with the aid of the blankets, however it was what was underneath that he truly desired.

“shh…it’s me, love” he whispered against your earlobe, his voice numbed whatever noise surrounded it, it was all that you heard. “you can go back to sleep, alright?”

you heeded his words, knowing exactly what they meant. for one, you could not be more intrigued on the other hand, your mind and body too tired to move, simply allowing yourself to be completely in his hands, completely at his mercy.

his breath lingered against the exposed skin of your neck, his hands still searching under the covers, eventually finding their way beneath the shirt. his fingertips danced so lovingly across your skin, gently swiping across your already soaked core, he held his position for a moment, swirling soft circles into your clit, gathering some of your sweetness onto the calloused pads of his fingertips, bringing them to his lips, tasting you had you did him moments prior.

“you taste so fucking good love…” he groaned against your skin, lips gently resting against the back of your neck, his cock firm in his palm, slowly guiding his length to your entrance. you could sense his movement, bucking your hips back the slightest to gain him better access. a small gasp left your lips as he entered your warmth, his size stretched you so deliciously, the hand previously resting on your clit, slowly began to trail up your stomach, tattooed digits tracing shapes into the skin between the valley of your breasts, grasping your left one within his large palm, squeezing gently.

his movements were soft and subtle, still able to stir you from slumber the slightest. his arms entangled around your body, like tree roots sunk deep within the earth, refusing to let go. he held you close to his chest, mouth hung open, pleasured moans leaving his lips. your hands clung to his forearms, nails digging into his skin, back pressed flush against his chest.

incoherent babbles, spilling from your lips, through half-closed eyelids, through your slumber, you let your mind venture down the rabbit hole of sinful thoughts, far too tired to voice them as of now, but he knew better, he knew what you wanted. his lips connected with the exposed tips of your shoulders with soft, chaste kisses, accentuating the euphoric feeling with subtle moans against skin.

“i know you’re close, love. i can feel it” your walls pulsed thickly around his cock, your mind and body drifting in and out of such a wondrous slumber, so enthralled and completely enamoured with him. your response was a chorus of pleasured moans and sleepy hums, hips unconsciously bucking back against the gentle pace of his thrusts.

he knew you could not hold on much longer, the pulse around his cock was evident. you slowly began to stir out of the stream of semi-consciousness, body beginning to feel more alert as your orgasm slowly and steadily began to rise.

“phil…” you mumbled softly against his forearm, the extremity bearing most of his weight. “...so close…”

your sleepy mumbles only fuelled his need to help you reach release. and that's what he did. each movement, each thrust was geared towards your orgasm. he couldn’t care less about his own, he had already cum tonight. but an extra orgasm would not hurt.

he soon began to unravel, his thrusts became sloppy and haphazard, breath shaky as his size filled your void. he held you tight, pulling you back against his tattooed chest, the faded ink in contrast with your bare canvas that barely showed through his shirt, his head buried into the axis of your neck and shoulder as he felt his release wash over him, white hot cum flooding your void, filling you to the brim, a soft hum left your lips, satisfied with the feeling of being so full with him, it triggered your own release, juices soaking his shaft, sleepy body relaxing onto his own with such a euphoric wave.

you let yourself succumb to his warmth, still keeping your body close to his, his shirt the only barrier between your skin and his. he let a hand smooth down your exposed thigh, cupping your hip, drawing small shapes into the skin. he had noticed you’d fallen back into your slumber, so peaceful as you rested against him, once more curled into the blankets, far too drained to thank his for such a pleasurable evening, or now morning he should say as his eyes peered to the alarm clock that now read two in the morning.

he could not help but stare down at you for a moment, a smile once again found its way to his lips. he planted a gentle kiss on your temple, careful not to disturb you this time.

“sleep well, love”

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veryberryjelly · 3 months

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coping mechanisms

spencer reid x fem!reader ( platonic or romantic x )

prompt : one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

i made a playlist specifically for this concept which you should definitely check out -> here <-

the jet was quiet aside from the peaceful rumbling of the plane's engine lulling everyone to sleep.

emily and derek were both fast asleep propped up in the chairs in the centre of the plane.

jj was sat next to the brunette skimming over case files while hotch and rossi were having a quiet discussion at the other end of the plane.

which left you and spencer sat next to eachother, with an earphone in each of your ears while some music played through them.

after cases the plane tended to get quiet and you could never stand it, so very early on in your bau career, you had made a playlist specifically for the plane ride back to virginia.

nothing too loud or happy as you weren't always in the best mood, everything soft and calming and just comforting.

after a particularly rough case a few years ago, everyone on the jet had been on edge and just quite melancholy since you left the police station.

and sat across from you, spencer looked the most out of it.

he's features looked sunken from the days without sleep poured over this case, yet his eyes were wide open. unable to fall asleep.

while he usually read on the plane, his book was discarded next to him on the couch.

you couldnt look at it anymore.

so you pushed yourself up from your place on the opposite couch and sat yourself next to him.

you offered him an earbud silently, not wanting to disturb anyone else on the plane.

when he hesitated, you explained.

" sitting here reliving it isn't going to help anything. it helps stop my mind wandering if i'm listening to something. " you said quietly, your other earbud still in your hand for him to take.

" thanks " was the soft response from him as he took it and settled it in his ear.

I can't forget that night, You said I looked like Suzi Quatro

In the morning light, faded to oblivion.

And I said, "That's alright, at least we feel alive"

At least we feel alive

There's nothing you can do

I know that I want this

No one likes to lose

Know that I got this.

the sultry tones of suki waterhouse banished almost all the thoughts of the last few days from his mind and instead he was focused on the sounds flowing through your earbud.

since then, it had become almost a tradition on the jet home.

one earbud each and a couch shared between you.

sometimes the two of you would talk while it played, other times you'd both be reading or even filling out paperwork.

but always on the plane home, you would listen to music together.

to the point where you would always just gravitate towards eachother on the jet as everyone made their way in. and everyone knew, not to block any way for the two of you to sit together.

everyone had their coping mechanisms for after cases, and they couldnt deny either of you yours.

especially considering it was such a healthy one.

this case had been a rough one though. you hadn't been able to save the unsub or his last victim and being right infront of him when he died just made it a lot more real.

his blood stained your shirt, and your skin.

it was spencer who helped you wash it off when you were a bit too dazed to move.

you sat closer than usual on the jet, the outside of your legs pressed against each others as the jet flew over a state you couldn't pinpoint.

after not sleeping for three days, you couldn't physically keep your eyes open. your eyes fell shut as the sound of the cranberries flooded your ear.

your head dropped onto the nearest surface, which happened to be spencer's shoulder to your left.

while you could feel your mind slipping off into unconsciousness, you felt the surface you had rested your head on almost flinch.

you lifted your head up, prying your eyes open as you realised what you had done.

" sorry, i haven't slept the last couple days. didn't mean to use you as a pillow " you apologised, lifting your hand to wipe under your eyes, attempting to wake yourself up a bit so it didn't happen again.

" no no, it's okay. just startled me " he replied. while his tone was still quiet, his voice was quiet.

" you're not usually so jumpy " you observed.

" didnt sleep too well either. " he admitted

" why don't you get some sleep ? it's gonna be a while until we get back to quantico "

he pondered it for a few minutes before ultimately shaking his head and muttering a quiet ' i'm good '

you knew why he didnt want to sleep. it was the same reason you didnt sleep after a particularly tough case for spencer.

to make sure he was okay. protect him.

" you can sleep, spence. i'm fine " you punctuated your point by dropping your hand down onto his thigh in a light pat.

" i will if you will "

with that promise, you settled your head down against his shoulder again, his head taking moments to rest ontop of yours.

the comforting words of delores o'riordan comforting the two of you as you drifted off into a comfortable and safe slumber.

You know I'm such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger?

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