#Phil Brooks

[maineventpapiuso]

CM Punk looks like he just adopted Jey and took him to his first ever hockey game lol

Jey is having way too much fun haha.

[shes2real]

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 ☁️🌷

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[jamie-hayter]

"By the way, how's AJ?" And ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to tell you...

[punkitypunker]

punished

[eldesperadont]

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Straight edge society (long haired) CM Punk?

[crowjunk]

I need context

[litafan4ever]

Cora Jade & CM Punk - NXT Deadline (December 9, 2023)

[bayleymania]

That’s my idol.

[ohhtani]

CM PUNK - 020924

[scumbag4scumbag]

I'm so fucking sorry. But also not sorry... but also should REALLY be more sorry.

[maineventpapiuso]

New tag team on Raw.

CM Ucey.

[haddonfieldwhore]

see it in your eyes - cm punk

young! cm punk x gender neutral! reader

word count: 695

warnings: slightly nsfw / suggestive throughout, don’t actually share eyeliner it’s gross, punk is in his early 20s, this is really short, not edited

you were laying on the small couch in the dressing room backstage as your boyfriend, known professionally as cm punk, got dressed to go out to the ring. his grown out blond hair was a mess as he ran his finger through it, pushing it away from his face before he walked over and lifted your legs up to sit on the couch next to you, places your legs in his lap as he began to lace up his ring boots. you watched the muscles in his arms flexing, admiring the handful of tattoos that decorated his skin.

“take a picture it’ll last longer,” he teased, looking at you sideways with a smirk, and you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“forget the match and stay here with me,” you suggested, tangling your hand in his hair as you cradled the side of his head.

“i’ll be back before you know it and then i’m all yours.” he kissed your lips, the cold metal of his lip ring on your mouth sending a shiver up your spine. he crawled on top of you, and you both laughed as he alternated between tickling you and kissing your neck and face.

“ok ok stop!” you giggled, and he sat up, still caging you underneath him. he looked down at you and you admired how pretty his eyes were, and got an idea. “sit up for a second.” you pushed against his chest until he was sitting upright on the couch again, and you walked over to your bag. you grabbed your eyeliner pencil, wiping the end off on a kleenex before heading back over to punk and straddling him, placing yourself in his lap. his hands found your hips as you kissed him softly.

“baby, i said we don’t have time-“

“i know, relax. can i do your eyeliner?” you asked, kissing his lips softly again.

“sure,” he nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist as you gently held his face. carefully applying the black pencil around his eyes, you held your breath because you were so focused on not messing it up. he shifted his hips upward slightly, and you pulled back the pencil at the sudden movement.

“don’t do that,” you muttered.

“do what?” he asked, but he smirked and did it again.

“you know what. now do you want me to accidentally stab you in the eye or are you gonna stay still?” you asked. he smiled mischievously, but stayed still long enough for you to finish his makeup. you put the cap on and set it on the table next to you, and before you could turn back , his lips were attached to your neck, surely leaving a dark hickey behind.

“punk- you’re the one who said we didn’t have time.”

“i know. i just like messing with you,” he teased, whispering next to your ear. you shivered, and you instinctively friended against his lap. punk groaned, tilting his head back against the back of the couch and exposing his neck to you. you kissed his adam’s apple before nipping at the skin under his jaw, and his hips pushed against yours again. “fuck,” he groaned. there was a knock at the door, and a voice called out ‘five minutes punk’, signalling that it was almost time for him to be in the ring.

“have fun out there,” you smiled, standing up off his lap.

“you are an evil little thing,” he groaned, standing up off the couch to head out for his match. “are you coming to watch?” he asked, fixing his hair in the mirror after you had messed it up.

“would you rather i be out there watching the match, or be here waiting when you get back?” you asked, hugging him from behind. he turned around, placing his hands in your waist and gently pushing you backwards until you tipped over the armrest of the couch to fall laying down onto it.

“be here when i get back,” he smiled, and he leaned over you to kiss you before heading out of the dressing room for his match.

you just hoped that it was a short match.

[lethimtalktoyeah]

Pepsi Phil doodle <3

[punkitypunker]

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

cm punk 👀 an era of your choosing (blond in roh, chest hair, wolverine beard, classic wwe look, older in aew, return to wwe etc. )

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