#cm punk imagine

[xmariakx]

Can someone please make a blurb/headcannon/oneshot with CM Punk based on this look right here!!🤭😩🤍

Credit to wenn3ck in TikTok

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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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” 

[punksdoll]

hi!! can i request a cm punk x reader?? do it of whatever u want (fluff pls)

~~~𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍~~~

gif not mine like, comments, & reblogs appreciated

𝑪𝒎 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<𝟑.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊’𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒇𝒇𝒇

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Y/n lets out a deep sigh as she pulls up into her and her boyfriend’s driveway. All she wanted to do was curl up in her boyfriend’s arm and force him to read a book to her to lull her to sleep. She found his voice rather calming to her and the easiest way to fall asleep. She also adored his side commentary whenever a character would do something stupid in the book.

Y/n gets out the car and makes her way towards the door, unlocking the door and walking in. “I’m home.” Y/n broodingly says with no enthusiasm whatsoever. Y/n throws her stuff into a corner and starts walking away to try and find her boyfriend.

“You sound excited.” Cm Punk says sarcastically as he pops up from nowhere. Y/n turns towards him and rushes over to wrap her arms around him and shoves her face in his neck with a sigh.

“Now I am…” Y/n closes her eyes and Phil can feel her lashes flutter down on his neck as he wraps his tattoo covered arms around her.

“You ok?” Phil rubs her back with his thumb as he lays his head down on her head.

“Just tired…can you read to me after i take a shower?” Y/n moves her head away to position her chin on his chest to look up at him.

Phil chuckles and shakes his head, “No.” He says making y/n face drop immediately. “I have a surprise for you instead.” He smiles, moving his hands to brush away her hair from her face.

“Oh?” Y/n smiles, “What is it?”

“Go take a bath and you’ll see. The bath is already set and warm just for you.” Phil gives her a quick kiss before y/n could break away and rush to the bathroom where the bathtub is indeed filled up with hot water.

•••

Y/n walks inside her shared room and sees Phil lying down and waiting for her.

“I’m doneee.” Y/n smiles as she grabs one of Phil’s hoodies and puts it on herself.

Phil smiles and throw his phone on the side and gets up, “C’mon.” He grabs her hand and leads her out the bedroom and towards his office. It wasn’t actually his office, it was more like a storage room for all of his old wrestling stuff such as titles, old merch, etc.

“Are you gonna show me some new title or something?” Y/n questions with a frown.

“Nah…that’s nowhere near what i’m gonna show you.” Phil stops in front of the door, “I actually have been fixing this room up to surprise you.” Phil opens up the door and lets y/n go in first and when she does, she feels herself get emotional almost automatically.

Instead of seeing a bunch of wwe championship titles and old merch, you see books. You see bookshelf’s merged together with books all in them. Some being y/n’s and some even being new ones that she had put on her wish list on amazon. Around the bookshelf’s there were fairy lights and in between two bookshelf’s was a big fluffy bean bag that already seems like it’s been broken in. Next to it is a y/f/c record player that settles on a night stand with an open shelf that holds different vinyls. Y/n finds herself walking over to it and grabs a vinyl and sees it titled with her boyfriend’s messy handwriting.

A Sky Painted Gold, read by me. your boyfriend weirdo.

Y/n giggles and puts it back then looks over at Phil who is leaning against the doorway with a proud smirk. “Like it?”

Y/n lets out a high pitched squeal as she jumps up and down, clapping her hands and falling back on the bean bag, immediately sinking into it. “OH I LOVE IT!” She shouts, standing up and running towards Phil, throwing her arms around him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She thanks him multiple times, giving him multiple kisses.

Phil smiles and gives him a big kiss, “Now whenever i’m away and gone and you miss my voice? Just play one of those vinyls and it’ll feel like the real thing. If you wanna take it with you?” Phil pulls her phone out and goes on spotify where he made a private playlist for her that’s filled with him reading multiple books, “Just go right here, doll.”

Y/n feels her eyes burning as she looks between her phone and back at him, “You’re so good to me…”

Phil smiles and gives her a big kiss, “Marry me.”

Y/n eyes widened, “What…?”

Phil smiles and pulls out a box, opening it up to reveal a pretty black ring. “Will you marry me?” He repeats himself, “I’ll do a lot of things but getting down on my knees can’t be an option. I’m too old for that.”

Y/n stares at the ring then back at Phil then at the room that he turned into her own library, “YES!” Y/n shouts as she throws herself at him, wrapping her limps around him.

Phil laughs and holds her close to him, fumbling around before grabbing her hand and putting the ring on her. “Hello to you Mrs.Brooks.”

[heelbucks]

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 🩷

[haddonfieldwhore]

cold nights part 2 - cm punk

cm punk x gender neutral! younger! reader

word count: 2.9k part one here

warnings: age gap, trainer x student, language, out of character/unrealistic but it’s fiction, some parts loosely inspired by real events

summary: a follow up to cold nights

a week had passed since the altercation backstage, as well as the start of your relationship with punk. currently you were tangled up in punks bed, safe in each others embrace as the sun began to peek through the curtains. you’d been brought home to chicago by the ppv tonight that punk was supposed to be on the card for, but plans had changed with his suspension. while you were still travelling with the company, it had turned into more a vacation than a business trip as you weren’t set to take part in the ppv either. you stirred awake as your phone rang on the dresser, and you felt punks arms tighten around your waist as you tried to get up to answer it.

“i’ll be right back,” you laughed quietly, and he allowed you to leave the bed and walk over to the dresser. you squinted at the brightness of the screen as tony’s name flashed across it, but then the screen went blank, the call ending before you could answer it. deciding to call him back later, you padded back over to the bed, admiring punks sleeping form, his arms still open for you to lay between. crawling back into his embrace, he groaned softly as he pulled you tight against him, tucking you under his chin.

“who was that?” he asked. you sighed contently at the warmth that radiates off his body as you placed a soft kiss to his clavicle.

“tony. he hung up before i could answer it,” you explained, and he seemed to tense slightly. he took a deep breath, before he spoke again.

“there’s something i have to tell you, before you hear it from someone else,” he said quietly. “my contract with aew has been terminated.” you pulled away from him slightly to look at him, trying to process what he’d said.

“how are you feeling about it?” you asked. you weren’t blind; you’d known that punk had had previous issues with other talent, and you weren’t honestly sure how happy he had been in his recent months with the company.

“i-“ he paused for a long moment, like he was trying to decide on an answer. “i will be fine. do i wish things had gone differently? yeah maybe. but i’m not going to apologize for standing up for myself and not taking any bullshit from some of the children who i’ve had to deal with.”

“so… you’re okay? i mean-“ you were trying to wrap your head around everything. surely something else must have happened besides what you saw between punk and jack. he smiled, a bittersweet feeling in his chest, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“i’ll be fine. besides, i managed to walk out with the best thing in aew so-“ he was interrupted as you placed a kiss to his lips, a smile on his face as he returned it.

“they’re gonna realize that they made a mistake letting you go. they need you a lot more than you need them.” punk kissed you deeply, the gesture like a thank you without words.

your phone rang again, and punk sighed as you slithered out of his arms to go answer it. tony’s name appeared on the screen for the second time, and you slid the green arrow to accept the call.

“hello?” you answered.

“hi, y/n. is now a good time to talk? i know it’s early but i’ve got a busy day,” tony asked. you looked over at the clock on the nightstand, which read 8:06 am, and then over to punk who was sitting up now leaning against the headboard. the duvet had bunched around his waist, exposing his bare torso, and you tried not to get distracted by his tattoos as he watched you with an affectionate look in his eyes. you snapped out of the trance he had you in, remembering you were still on the phone with your boss.

“yeah, now is fine.”

“i think this might be a discussion better had in person. can you meet me at the venue in an hour?” tony asked, and you had a funny feeling you knew what it was about, but wanted to hear tony’s side of things.

“yeah- i’ll be there.”

“thank you. i’ll see you soon.”

“thanks tony,” you replied, before the call was ended. you placed your phone on the dresser again, before turning back towards punk, who looked at you expectantly. “tony wants to talk to me in person. wonder who it’s about?” you said teasingly, and he smiled at you, before it faded.

“wonder what he couldn’t say over the phone,” he said, and you hummed in response.

“i guess we’ll find out.”

•••

you felt eyes on your back as you walked through the halls of the venue. even this early before the show, many of the talent were already there, and it seemed like tensions were high. you weren’t sure who was aware of punks release from company, so you didn’t intend to mention it, hoping to just speak with tony and get back to your boyfriend. you were nearing tony’s office when you heard a voice call out after you.

“hey- didn’t expect to see you here. if you’re here who’s keeping punk in line?” matt jackson’s voice rang out. you shook your head, intending to try to be in and out without adding to the drama. albeit the repercussions had already been dealt; at least to punk. you wondered what became of jungle boy, if he received any kind of punishment, but realized it didn’t really matter.

“i’m not his keeper,” was all you said, continuing on your path to speak with tony.

“guess you really can’t teach an old dog new tricks- he’ll always be the problem,” nick taunted.

“sounds to me like the only one who has a problem right now is you guys. i’m just here to talk with tony. so unless you’d like to be the reason he’s kept waiting-“ you trailed off, before backing away and rounding the corner, approaching the door to tony’s office. you knocked, entering when you heard him call out a friendly “come in”.

“you wanted to talk to me?” you began, trying to be professional, despite the fact that you were talking to the man who had fired your boyfriend. you understood to an extent; it was a business, and tony had to do what was right to protect it and his employees, but that doesn’t mean punk was entirely to blame for what had happened.

“yes, please have a seat,” he gestured to a chair, and you obliged, looking at him expectantly. “now, i know you are aware of what transpired last week, and i know you’re not stupid, so you understand that there has to be consequences for the type of actions that were displayed. i know that you and cm punk are close, and as you train under his instruction i feel it is my obligation to tell you that i have terminated his contract, effective immediately,” he explained in carefully rehearsed phrasing.

“only his contract?” you asked, knowing that truly it was none of your business if jack was also fired or not, but you were curious.

“for now, no other involved parties have been terminated, but they will remain suspended until a decision is made,” he explained. “an announcement will be made later today, but i felt you deserved to be told face to face. i would have liked to extend the same courtesy to the rest of his trainees, however as they are not here in chicago i won’t be able to. i will be calling them individually after this meeting.”

you fiddled nervously with your hands in your lap, going over everything he said in your mind.

“as for who will take over your training going forward, that will be decided at a later-“ tony began, but you interrupted him.

“that won’t be necessary,” you began, before taking a deep breath. “with all due respect, i would like to request that i be released from my contract,” you stated, and your boss looked disappointed.

“may i ask if there is any other reason that has led you to this decision? you have a bright future here; i am sure phil would not want you to throw it away over this, as i am assuming his departure has something to do with it? did he put this idea in your head?”

“he doesn’t know i am asking for my release. he’s probably gonna be mad at me when i get home,” you laughed, tony raising an eyebrow at the word ‘home’, but he didn’t interrupt.

“i will be honest with you tony, i was aware of his termination before i came here. he told me himself,” you explained. things may not have always been perfect, but you still had respect for tony and wanted to be truthful. “he is not the only reason, but i can’t lie and say that’s not a part of it. cm punk is the reason i wanted to be a part of this industry, and as much as i have enjoyed it, i don’t think i would feel right continuing my training and my career without him. i’ve had my disagreements with some of the talent here, maybe i follow a little too closely in his footsteps, but i think the best thing for me personally, is to leave, rather than risk my personal relationship with punk causing any drama backstage. i hope you can understand.”

tony seemed to think on what you said for a few minutes, before he spoke again.

“if this is what your truly want, i will agree to it. but i have to ask first, if there is anything i can do to make you change your mind?” you shook your head.

“i’m sorry tony, but this is what’s best for me.” he sighed heavily, before standing and extending a hand out for you to shake.

“consider yourself released. i will get the paperwork and legal side of things handled later this week. it has been a pleasure to have you in this company, and down the road should you change your mind, you have my number,” tony smiled sadly. you stood up as well, shaking his hand firmly.

“thank you tony.”

“you’re welcome. he is lucky to have you in his corner, and i wish you both the best.”

“i’m lucky to have him,” you replied.

“well then you truly make a good pair. thank you for your contributions to aew- should you decide to come back someday i know you will do well.”

“goodbye, tony.”

you grabbed your bag and exited the office, walking down the hall and towards the exit of the venue. you nearly bumped into the young bucks again on your way out, but no words were exchanged this time as you pushed past them, ready to leave this part of your life behind.

•••

punk was sitting in the living room of his apartment when you got back from meeting with tony, and he smiled at you as you walked over and sat next to him.

“hey,” he greeted you with a soft kiss.

“hey,” you responded, a little nervous about how he was going to take the news that you had essentially quit.

“what did tony want?” he seemed hesitant to ask, but anyone in this situation would be curious.

“he wanted to personally tell me that he had fired you. he would’ve told everyone you train at once but i’m the only one in chicago right now,” you explained. you decided there was no benefit in telling him about your encounter with matt and tyler, leaving that detail in the past.

“i guess he’ll have to decide who is gonna take over training you all from now on.” you decided just to bite the metaphorical bullet, no use in dancing around the truth any longer.

“i asked him to release me from my contract and he agreed.” punk looked at you in surprise.

“you didn’t have to-“

“aew isn’t the place for me anymore. i can’t pretend you being fired isn’t a part of my decision to leave, but as you know better than anyone it’s not a perfect place - and i’m tired. you are the reason i fell in love with wrestling, and it would feel wrong to continue without you.” punk stared at you, his eyes full of adoration. “i enjoyed my time in aew - for the most part - but i don’t want to deal with the backstage drama anymore, whether it has to do with you or not.”

“will you try to sign with another company?”

“will you?” you countered, since you didn’t have an answer.

“i don’t know- i’ve kind of burned a few of those bridges,” he laughed, and you smiled, pushing his chest lightly. “honestly i don’t know.”

“i don’t either. i meant what i said, i know i haven’t done this for that long but i’m tired. it might be nice to take a break for a while, and just live a normal life for a bit.”

“that does sound pretty nice. this … normal life- do i get to be a part of it?” he asked playfully. you smiled, kissing him deeply, smiling into the kiss.

“i should hope so - i still didn’t get my heater fixed and i kinda need a place to crash until i-“ he interrupted your joke with another kiss, softly tackling you down until he lay over you on the couch.

“you are certainly an unpredictable little thing, aren’t you?” he stared down at you with a smile on his face.

“i like to keep you on your toes,” you smiled back, pulling his face down to kiss him again, getting used to the idea of spending everyday like this. you may be out of a job, and you may have made some enemies with your allegiance to punk, but you couldn’t help but feel like the winner in this situation. the two of you toppled over and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he hovered over you, his arms on either side of your head supporting his weight.

“it sounds like we’re gonna have a lot of free time on our hands,” he smirked, kissing you deeply, and you lifted your hips to press against his.

“i know you want to wait…” you trailed off as he kissed you again.

“i think we could get into a little bit of trouble, don’t you?” he spoke next to your ear, sending a shiver down you spine.

“you seem to be pretty good at that,” you teased, thankful that he didn’t take offence to it as he kissed your neck.

“are you saying i’m a bad influence?” he teased. your words caught in your throat as he bit down harshly on your collarbone, unable to form a cohesive thought. he laughed lightly, sending a vibration through your chest.

“yeah, but i think i kinda like it,” you laced your fingers through his dark hair that had begun to grow long at the back, pulling his face up to kiss him hard, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip.

“yeah? well i think you’re not so innocent either- “ he groaned as now it was your turn to place kisses down his neck, leaving a dark hickey on the skin beneath his jaw. “fuck.” he exhaled, hips digging into yours again as you left behind another love bite.

“i have to be honest, i’m really glad my heater stopped working,” you joked, but it was true; you may have not ended up together when you did if it hadn’t happened.

“i’m glad you called me that night. who knew this is where we would be a few weeks later.”

“i certainly had no idea. i never thought you would even look at me twice, and i think i was in denial about how i felt,” you admitted. punk sat up off of you, and before you had a chance to mourn the warmth of him on top of you, he pulled you into his arms again, leaning against the arm of the couch. you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, his stubble tickling your skin as you placed another soft kiss to his jaw bone.

“believe me, i looked more than twice. i don’t know what the hell i did to deserve you, but i must have done something right,” he replied, holding you close to his chest as you lay on top of him on the couch.

“however we ended up here, i’m just happy i get to call you mine,” you leaned up to kiss his lips softly, and he smiled.

“that’s the sappiest shit i’ve ever heard,” he laughed, but he couldn’t help smiling like a fool in love. “but yeah, me too.” punk kissed the top of your head, and despite the fact that it was still early in the day, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

“can we stay like this for a while?” you asked sleepily, your eyes fluttering closed. punk laughed softly, his chest shaking slightly with the vibration.

“sure, sweetheart,” he smiled warmly, and you quickly fell asleep. despite all of the drama in the last week, you managed to make it out the other side with the man you loved next to you, and you were more than content with that.

[h0ney-fiction]

Persephone

Synopsis: It's 2011 and CM Punk is the illustrious leader of The New Nexus. Lonely at the top, he finds himself looking for his queen. Will he find that in the beautiful rookie Mariah Kitt?

A/N: A super fun request from @xkittypunkerx. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,495

Ratings/Warnings: Grown. BDSM-esque themes. An obsessive and possessive CM Punk.

Once upon a time, there was a king of the underworld named CM Punk. He had grand plans to dominate the WWE roster, beginning with his leadership of The New Nexus. The men in their group were talented but aimless, lacking the foresight and discipline that Punk was eager to instill.

This is why he started the initiation ceremonies. The initiations weren't just for sport; it was a grueling test of endurance and devotion. It was merely the entryway to the continuous loyalty required to realize their collective vision. Heavy was the head that held the crown.

Through the long, grueling, days Punk began to grow lonely at the top. More nights than he would admit he found himself fantasizing about his better half to rule the empire with. Yet, he did not see anyone worthy to be his queen.

That was until he saw Mariah Kitt.

Later, he would learn her name and become mesmerized by her presence in the ring.

But it was her large, doe-like eyes that initially captivated him during one fateful taping. Her stunning chocolate-brown eyes complemented her deeper skin, and Punk's head involuntarily turned as he passed by, fetching a cup of coffee from craft services. She was dutifully behind Vince and Hunter, presumably following them to an office, looking innocent in a babydoll pink dress.

It was later that night when he witnessed her tear Nikki Bella apart that she was everything but.

Hades had found his Persephone.

Punk took his time to get to know Mariah from afar. Over the following weeks, she revealed herself as what he would call a Queenmaker. Mariah played the women’s roster like a chessboard, pitting them against each other to strengthen her chance for the belt. Punk continued to keep his distance, observing and absorbing whatever information he could find about her. She mostly kept to herself, dressed in pleated skirts, crop tops, and dresses—like an American Apparel ad girl.

When she wasn’t in the ring or training, she was usually reading or listening to music on her headphones, making it clear she wasn’t there to make friends. She was exactly what he was looking for. Soon, images of Mariah flooded Punk’s mind in his free time, mostly in his dreams and the blissful moments before sleep or waking up.

Vignettes of her glowing skin, long curly hair, the curve of her lips, the sway in her hips. Her plump, round ass, her full, perky breasts. Punk couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of her taste.

One night, he dreamt of her, lying bare on his bed, her dark hair fanned around her head like a halo, and her full lips parted, moaning his name. Too many nights, he found satisfaction only in the touch of his hand. He couldn’t wait to have her, but it had to be the right initiation at the right time. He painstakingly mulled over each detail until he found an initiation worthy of a queen.

It was time to set the plan in motion.

Mariah loved to train at the performance center on afternoons before a big match.

That afternoon, she was practicing her agility with some light sparring. As she dodged a kick from her opponent, her thoughts strayed to her upcoming match with Eve Torres. While Mariah was certain she could pin the woman down, Eve was always known to have a trick up her sleeve.

The only thing that was blocking either woman from a shot at Natalya's belt was each other.

Despite being one of the newest on the roster, Mariah quickly made a place for herself.

It was time to take the belt.

After sparring, Mariah took a shower and got dressed for the remainder of the day. Something within her felt compelled to spend extra time getting dolled up. She took her time doing her makeup for the night. Mariah told herself it was because she was going to take Eve down and look good while doing it, but something in her gut knew there was something more.

When she was finished, she headed out the door and was surprised to see CM Punk leaning on the wall across from her. His eyes lit up at her presence, and she gave him a questioning glance.

"Hey, Mariah," Punk greeted, pushing himself off the wall and walking up to her.

"Hey."

This wasn't the first time Mariah encountered the straightedge superstar. His and his gang's presence was hard to ignore backstage. It was also hard not to notice him in the ring. The way his body rippled with every move. The man was a beast.

Mariah had an inkling someone was watching her a bit more closely than usual.

At first, she thought it was a fellow diva trying to figure out her game.

Now, she had a feeling it was Punk.

"How was your workout?"

"Great." Mariah nodded.

Punk was standing dangerously close. The scent of his cologne, combined with his musk, filled her nostrils in the narrow hallway. Her eyes roamed down from his eyes and landed on his lip piercing. A flash of an image crossed her mind.

'What would his lips feel like against mine? '

Mariah snapped out of her thoughts and stepped back. Punk gave her a crooked smirk as if he read her mind.

"So, uh, is there something you need?" Mariah asked.

"Yes, actually," Punk replied. "How would you feel about joining The New Nexus?"

Mariah's eyes widened in surprise.

"What?"

"I think you have a lot of potential," Punk said.

He closed the space between them, looking down at her. Mariah's breath hitched as his eyes bore into her.

"I see the way you dominate the ring. I see the fire in your eyes. You're the type of woman I need on our side."

Mariah looked away from his gaze, feeling overwhelmed by his proposition. She thought about his words and what they could mean for her greater plans.

"What's in it for me?" Mariah asked. Punk's smirk turned into a smile.

'That's my girl.' Punk thought to himself.

"I'll let you think about it." He said. "But just remember that we're offering you power."

"Power comes with a price," Mariah countered.

"That's true." Punk conceded.

"What's yours?"

"You."

Punk's bold declaration made the hairs on the back of Mariah's neck stand up. There was a dark undercurrent to his words.

"Think about it." Punk repeated.

With that, Punk walked away. Mariah couldn't help but feel the heat rise from her belly, spreading all over her body, as she watched his retreating form. Her skin was prickling with excitement, and her heart raced. Even though his words were simple, she knew exactly what he meant.

From his body language to the look in his eyes, there was no doubt that Punk wanted to make Mariah Kitt his.

The question was, was Mariah willing to accept his terms?

Hours passed, and the taping came and went. Mariah beat Eve with a surprising amount of ease for what she was expecting. Her confidence was through the roof as she walked backstage. It was then that her thoughts strayed back to Punk and his proposal.

'He did say he wanted to talk later,' she reasoned with herself.

So she waited.

She waited until well after the last match of the night before she found herself wandering around the halls in search of him. Eventually, she found Punk alone outside his dressing room.

"I saw your match went well." Punk commented.

"Easy," Mariah said, motioning to yawn at how easy it was.

Punk smiled at the young diva. He knew that she would make the right decision.

"So, have you given my offer any thought?" Punk asked.

"I accept," Mariah said.

She looked around the hallways as if expecting the other members of The New Nexus to appear. When no one did she looked at the Chicago native curiously.

"It's just us tonight." Punk clarified.

"Oh."

Punk walked up to her, stopping within a breath's length of her. He reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Are you sure about this?" Punk asked, giving her a final chance to change her mind.

"I'm sure," Mariah responded.

Punk cupped her chin and gently forced her to look up at him. Mariah stared up into his eyes, seeing a myriad of emotions within their depths.

"I want to make you mine," Punk confessed.

"Then, make me yours."

The next moment Punk's lips were upon hers. Mariah immediately melted into his touch. He pulled her against his body, and his other hand found her hip.

Mariah moaned against his lips as her whole body was on fire, and all he did was kiss her.

He pulled away and smiled to himself. He placed his hand in his back pocket to reveal jute rope.

"We'll have to go somewhere private," he told her.

She nodded.

The pair walked into his dressing room where Punk sat Mariah down on the couch.

"Strip," He demanded.

Mariah obliged, stepping out of her skater skirt and rolling off her crop top. She took her bra off but Punk stopped her when she began to take off her underwear.

"Leave those on for now."

Mariah nodded, her pulse quickening at his husky tone.

Punk then began to tie her arms behind her back, his knuckles brushing her skin as he did. His skin felt warm as he made a knot and then wrapped the rope around her chest, separating her breasts. When he was finished, he stepped back and admired his work.

Mariah was on display before him. Her hair was curled and her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed. The jute rope wrapped her arms and chest, framing her ample breasts and the small black panties covering her pussy.

Punk cupped her face, taking all of her beauty in.

Then he slapped her.

The crack reverberated in the room and a bright red print blossomed on her cheek. Mariah gasped. She blinked the stars out of her vision and looked back at Punk.

He was smiling at her, the look in his eye predatory.

"Do you still want this?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Mariah affirmed.

She refused to beg. At least not yet.

Punk's eyes remained neutral, but she could tell he was satisfied and was going to take advantage of every moment he had her like this.

He grabbed her by her throat, squeezing her delicate flesh. His tattooed hands looked almost portrait-esque against her rich skin.

"You are mine," Punk growled. "No one else's. Say it."

"I'm yours."

He squeezed her throat tighter.

"All of it."

"I'm yours. No one else's."

He released his grip.

Mariah inhaled a lungful of air.

"Good."

Punk kissed her again, this time the kiss was rough and demanding. She felt his hands roam down her body, grabbing and squeezing. Mariah whimpered, the heat in her stomach burning.

"On your knees." Punk instructed.

Mariah knelt and watched as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and hard as he began to swing it over her face.

"Suck."

He didn't have to tell her twice.

She opened her mouth, and he pushed his dick past her lips, hitting the back of her throat. Punk's groan sent a shudder of excitement through her. She felt a wet spot grow in her panties as he grabbed a clump of her hair and began to fuck her face. His moans became loose and ragged. She relaxed her throat and took his dick like a champ.

Punk had enough and pulled his cock out.

"On the couch." He said.

Mariah did as she was told. Punk stood over her, running his hands over her bound body, appreciating the smoothness of her skin. His fingers dipped into her panties, touching her pussy.

"So wet," He observed.

He slid Mariah's panties off and pulled her hair, causing her to moan. He pressed her face down on the couch and kneeled over her, his hard cock pressing against her.

"Do you want this?" Punk growled into her ear.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you inside me. Fuck me, please."

Punk didn't hesitate and pressed inside Mariah. She felt better than his dreams. Her pussy was hot and tight, and her body writhed against the ropes. Punk gripped her ass and hips and fucked her hard and fast, relishing in her moans.

Mariah's legs quaked and her toes curled, her orgasm building quickly. Punk pulled and twisted on the ropes, causing a burning sensation that somehow enhanced Mariah's pleasure.

From Punk's view, it was heaven.

He could have never guessed she was a creamer. Her pussy was soft, plush, and even came trimmed into those cute triangles.

It was his perfect fit. Punk could have not prayed for a better match even if he believed in God.

Mariah's moans turned into screams that filled the room. Punk rode through, pulling on her rope to pull her body up from the coach. He gave her no mercy taking hedonistic pleasure in her body.

"Look at how wet you are," Punk cooed.

He continued to pull on her rope until she was in a reverse cowgirl position, Punk holding her up by her breast. Mariah was a drooling, overstimulated mess above him.

"You're going to be such a good toy for me," he moaned.

The words caused Mariah's heart to flutter. She wasn't sure if it was his cock or the thought of being his plaything that sent her over the edge, but her eyes rolled back as her second orgasm rolled through her.

Punk moved his hands from her breast to her hips, using her body to push and pull as he wished. The feeling of Mariah's pussy quivering around him was all Punk needed to release his load. He made one more thrust before pulling out, cumming all over her stomach.

Punk leaned back and took a moment to catch his breath. Mariah's breath was ragged and her body sore but Punk never saw anyone more beautiful than that moment. He took a moment to admire her, his seed dripping down her belly and her body marked by rope.

He kissed the skin that turned red before getting up and walking to the bathroom for a hot rag. He came back and untied her, wiping his sin away from her skin.

He helped her put her clothes back on and took her back to his hotel room. He got her room service and drew her a bath before wrapping her in a hotel robe, petting her hair, and letting her ask any and everything she wanted to know about him.

When her eyes grew heavy, he tucked her into bed and held her.

As sleep took her, she heard him whisper, "Good night, my Queen."

[nightmarishpunk67]

Bound.

Pairing: CM Punk x ofc

Content: smut, bondage, slapping, choking, fun with a crop, name calling, aftercare

Word Count: 988

{I will gladly take requests! Let me know what you would like to read :)}

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“Shh. Be quiet, doll. Patience”. I couldn’t see him, the silk tie expertly tied around my eyes prevented that. I wrapped my hands around the ropes that my hands were bound to above my head and gave them a pull. The feeling of his hands gliding down my naked body was overwhelming and sent shivers all throughout.

With my breath shaky, it was hard to stay quiet. Punk’s hands were rough on my smooth skin, and I welcomed the feeling. A small whimper left my mouth when he stopped touching me, but soon was replaced with a harsh whip of a crop on my lower stomach.

“Ah!” I screamed out in pleasure.

“Hush. If I have to tell you again, I won’t let you cum” his gruff voice whispered in my ear.

“Please, please” I cried out, violently tugging on the ropes that held me so tightly in place.

“Please what, baby?”

“Punk… please let me cum. I need you inside me, please” I hated begging but for him, I would do anything.

The crop cracked on my skin once more, this time on my tits. My head fell back, and I tried my hardest to stifle the scream that was threatening to emerge.

He was behind me again in a second. He pressed his body up against mine, took my ear in his mouth and gave it a nip. I let out a shaky breath, riddled with arousal. No doubt I was soaking. Punk always knew how to bring me to the edge.

“What did you call me?” Shit. I knew I fucked up, then.

“I’m sorry, sir” I said quickly, in an attempt to change my fate.

“Too late” he growled in my ear.

The crop bit my ass the second he said those words. The pain was almost unbearable but god did it feel so good.

I could feel him circling around before stopping in front of me. I could hear the jingle of his belt being taken off and the soft thud when his jeans hit the floor. He bent down and unhooked the chains that were holding my feet and legs in place and as he rose, his hands glided along the sides of my body. He took my face in his hand with force, and I gasped.

“This is going to be quick. It’s for me, not for you and you will not cum unless I say so. But don’t bet on it, princess” his rough words went straight to my pussy. I buckled under the ropes and waited with bated breath for what was about to happen.

“Tell me you understand, doll”.

I shook my head up and down. “I understand, just please”.

His hand left my face but soon made contact again in the form of slap and he immediately grabbed it again.

“I don’t want you to beg. I want you to shut up and take my cock like a good girl and you’d do well to remember how to address me. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir” was all I could breathe out.

“Good girl”. Punk let go of my face and grabbed my thighs to wrap around his waist.

I wanted to buck into him, I wanted to scream at him to just fuck me already. I knew that if I wanted that, though, I would have to keep my mouth shut and be patient. Which was incredibly hard for me to do, considering my predicament.

Without warning, he shoved himself inside of me and I couldn’t help but to moan. He was so big and stretched me so good.

“Fuck, you’re so tight princess” Punk groaned.

He pumped in and out of me so agonizingly slow for a couple times before I got really impatient and started pushing myself further into him, coaxing him to fuck me faster and harder.

I knew he disapproved but it didn’t stop him this time. He seemed to give me what I want when he started fucking me faster.

“God, yes” I moaned loudly.

Punk reached one hand up to grab my throat and squeezed tightly, making me see stars.

“This what you want, doll? You wanna be fucked like the slut that you are?” His vulgar words and the hand around my throat were enough to make me lose all control. I couldn’t answer him, but I nodded enthusiastically.

He continued his assault, he was fucking me like he hated me and god I was loving it. My pussy was dripping and I was so close to cumming. Punk knew it, too.

“Aww, does my little slut wanna cum? Maybe if you ask real nice, I’ll let you” he was toying with me as he let the grip on my throat soften.

“Yes, please sir. Please let me cum” I cried out, begging.

“Only with me and not a second before” he threatened.

Punk picked up the pace and went so much deeper into my pussy that I didn’t know how I was going to walk tomorrow.

“Goddamn you feel so good baby, I’m gonna cum are you ready?”

“Fuck. Yes! Please!”

After a few more rapid, harsh thrusts, he unloaded inside of me and my own orgasm came to a head. I screamed out in the upmost pleasure and came hard.

Both of our breaths were heavy as he gently pulled out of me. My legs were wobbly and unstable as I waited for him to untie my wrists from the ropes above. When he finished, he carried me to the bed and climbed in with me.

Punk wrapped his arms around my body and laid soft kisses on my forehead.

“You did so good, baby” he praised.

“Hmm” I muttered while smiling into his chest.

“I’m gonna draw you a bath, don’t fall asleep” he chuckled and kissed me before he left the bed.

I watched him walk away, and all I could think about was when he was going to do that to me again.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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

[punksdoll]

~~~𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼~~~

𝚒𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝

𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐢𝐟… 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝟏. 𝐄𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝟓𝟏𝟐- 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝟐. 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭- 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝

𝟑. 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬- 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐢

𝟒. 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝

𝟓. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟔. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟕. 𝐓𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟖. 𝐌𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐮- 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨

𝟗. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐱

𝟏𝟎. 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬- 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐫

𝟏𝟏. 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞- 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐫

𝟏𝟐. 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮- 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟- 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝟏𝟒. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬- 𝐉. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝟏𝟓. 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚- 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝟏𝟔. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞- 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬

[heelbucks]

Teacher!Punk?? Sis! I need every bit of it! 😩

babes,,,, i got a crush on mr. brooks lemme tell you

he’s definitely the cool history or poli sci teacher. i just get that vibe like he’s not a math teacher kinda dude yk? maybe english or something but i get political science & history vibes

he’s got no filter and does whatever he wants even if it’s not on the lesson plan

shows movies when he can tell his students are hungover

lets you call him phil, but only in private.

nsfw under the cut

he DEFINITELY has fucked you over his desk before. loves when you wear skirts for this reason.

he gets off on being called mr. brooks by you i feel it

loves the power dynamic

[h0ney-fiction]

Chick Magnet

masterlist

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.

[veryberryjelly]

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?

[alphaaacademy]

the second Punk is cleared to compete its just gonna be that gif where everyones lining up with weapons. you know

this one

[d-lanx]

[mjfsupremacy]

Saying "Hi Barbie!" To AEW wrestlers Part Two

This is Fun (very proud of 'Salutations Barbara', fyi)

Chris Jericho

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Jericho: "I'm a wizard YOU IDIOT!" *Throws fireball*

Ricky Starks

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Ricky: "Hi Barbie!"

Darby Allin

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Darby: *smiles genuinely* "I hope you have a swift death, my dude."

FTR

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Cash: "Hi Barbie."

Dax: "Y'know, my daughter loves Barbie. Have I told you about my daughter? Well see-"

Hook

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Hook: *grunts* *offers a fist bump*

CM Punk

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

Punk: "Hi Ken!"

The House of Black

Y/N: "Hi Barbies!"

Malakai: *nods once solemnly*

Buddy: *nods once solemnly*

Brody: *grins*

Julia: *whispers* "Hi Barbie!"

bonus:

MJF (again)

Y/N: "Hi Barbie!"

MJF: "DIE"

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Could you please do a hc of any of the wrestlers you write for reacting to their so telling them they are Pregnant please?

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcanons

Aew wrestlers reacting to you telling them you are pregnant with there child

Wrestlers Mentioned: Billy Gunn, Cash Wheeler, CM Punk, David Finlay, MJF

Main Masterlist Part 2

Billy Gunn

When you told Billy you were pregnant he was shocked

He coudn't believe that he would be a father again when his two sons were in there late 20s-early 30s

He was scared but exited

Sure it was a suprise but what was he expecting

Sure he was older but having a younger girlfriend with high fertility could allow for something like this to happen

When he told his sons the news they didn't know what to think, they could have children themselves, how would you feel if your sibling had a 30 year age gap.

During your pregnancy Billy would spoil you, protecting you from the media, not wanting the negitive publicity cause stress to you and your baby

Billy promised he would be there for every ounce of your pregnancy and he was a saint

Cash Wheeler

When Cash found out you were pregnant he was beyond exited

He coudn't wait to share the news with his best friend Dax

Cash spent years looking up to the relationship with Dax and his wife, he always wanted to have children of his own

Being a first time dad Cash wanted to make sure everything was perfect, he read every book, he took an online course, he wanted to be the perfect dad

Cash would spoil your uborn child, he would bring home souvenears from every city he visited

He insisted on building everything himself, he built a beautful nursery

Cash would be the best father, he would love your child so much

The two of them would grow up to be best friends

CM PUNK

For some reason I feel like CM Punk would either be so supportive or would leave, no in between

CM Punk is the type to have a controversaly young girlfriend who he would eventualy leave for a younger girl (Don't get me wrong I love Punk I'm feeling this vibe rn)

The reason why CM Punk doesn't have kids at 45 isn't because of the multiple unstable relationships he has had. It's because he is scared of the idea of having kids, scared of the responsibility

When you told Punk you were pregnant he said nothing, he just held you as you cried.

You were scared and he was terrfied

He knew he would be a bad dad, he didn't want the responsibility of taking care of a human life

One day you woke up and he wasn't next to you

You looked around your shared appartment to see all of his things gone, the only think left was a note that read "I'm sorry" that was placed next to a waud of cash.

David Finlay

After being friends with bennfits with David Finlay you would fall pregnant

It was a shock, you had no idea how David would react

When you told David he was just as shocked as you were

It took him a while to even form words but when he did they were nothing but words of support

He wanted to support you, he was onboard with whatever you wanted to do, after all it was your body

He was exatic when he found out you wanted to keep your baby

He coudn't wait to be a dad

Some of the other members of Bullet Club teased him for it but he didn't care

David Finlay was made to be a father, he is such a daddy

He would protect you and your son, he would do ANYTHING to keep you safe, even ......murder

Maxwell Jacob Friedman

When you told Max you were pregnat he almost fainted

Sure he wanted kids but not now

The first thing he thought of was leaving, it was a coward move but he was scared

He booked a weekend trip claiming it was for work and left for a few days to compose himself

When he returned it was like he was a diffrent man

He became exited, he would buy matching burberry outfits for him and your future child

Max would marry you immediately and promise to be there through it all and he was

Max would spoil your child with expensive things and designer clothing

He would end up being a great father

An: I hope you enjoyed it!