#daddy phil

[josiewrites]

Gift Exchange

After she returns from shopping, Punk decides to give his princess a gift of his own. This was a request from @auburnwrites, and I had the best time!

Pairing: CM Punk/reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral, honorifics (Daddy), petnames (princess)

Tag List:  @writtingrose, @abadamn, @rubyred1980, @letmebeawesome, @brittsdmd, @unlikelywrestlingfan, @rollynchwhore, @cuzimacomedian, @demonqueen29, @auburnwrites, @thebestintheworld, @elitehoe

“Daddy!” she called as the door shut behind her, “I’m home!'' She stepped into the living room, setting her shopping bags on the floor. “I even got you something.” She pulled the jacket out of the bag, sighing happily. The black silky fabric of the bomber jacket shined the light back at her, the red trim matching his typical gear perfectly. 

He rounded the corner and leaned in the doorway, a large smile on his face. “Welcome back, princess,” he chuckled as he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection and kissing her neck. She relaxed into his grasp, happy that he was able to see her later. To the rest of the world, he was CM Punk, professional wrestler, living legend. But to her, he was ‘Daddy’, the man who spoiled her at every instance he could. On a normal day, he’d have gone with her when she went out shopping with her friends. But he had a press interview today, they wanted to discuss his current title shot plan.

“I missed you, Daddy,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent. “But I got you a nice new jacket for you to wear to the ring.” She held out the jacket in front of them, a bright smile on her face. She turned, looking into those copper eyes, the bit of grey in his beard and hair adding to his charm and causing her heart to flutter a bit. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive, hell he aged amazingly, but very rarely had he asked her to…”repay” him for spoiling her. But they both always enjoyed when they did.

“Missed you too princess,” he whispered against her throat, causing her to shiver slightly. “It looks incredible. I can’t wait to wear it, and it’ll look even better with the title around my waist.” He spun her in his arms, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening as he smiled at her. “I have something for you too.” 

“Oh really, Daddy?” She kissed him on the cheek as she placed the jacket on the couch. He nodded, letting her go and walked back to the bedroom. She heard a bit of rustling, then he returned, his hands tucked behind his back and a wry smile on his face. She giggled, then her brows knitted in confusion as he pulled the rope from behind his back. “Daddy, what am I supposed to do with rope?”

He chuckled lowly, his eyes darkening slightly as he stepped forward, catching her lips in a heated kiss. “It’s more of what Daddy will do to you, princess. So what do you say, let me tie you up?”

***

"Daddy," she whimpered, his beard tickling against her folds as she felt another orgasm approach. She wanted to close her thighs, or push him away, but the rope that held her wrists and ankles held firm. All she could do was tremble and writhe beneath his tongue as he pulled her orgasm from her. 

"You like that, princess?" He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. "Does my princess like that?" She could only pant in response as he pulled himself over her, dragging the tip of his cock through her slick folds. "Do you want Daddy to ruin your pussy, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy, please," she begged, her words turning into a moan as he slid himself easily inside her.

"Fuck," he grunted, slamming his hips against hers. "You feel so good, princess. Fit me like a goddamn glove." He captured her lips in another heated kiss, thrusting into her with intensity. 

"Daddy, oh god." Her voice was thready and full of need as he nipped at her throat, calloused fingers expertly toying with her nipples. "Please."

He growled against her skin, his hips stuttering slightly as he began to pulse inside her. "Your pussy is mine, princess. Understand?" She let out a breathy yes as she clenched around him, pushing him closer to the edge. "Goddamn, princess, I'm close. Where do you want it?" His thrusts picked up speed as they turned sloppier. "Where do you want Daddy to come?"

Her breath caught as she whimpered into the crook of his neck. "On…fuck…on me. Please, Daddy!" He grunted, pulling out of her, stroking himself as he let go, ribbons of heat landing on her breasts and stomach. Though he was coming down from his own high, his fingers found her clit, rubbing and massaging until she came again.

"Fuck," he panted, undoing the knots that held her limbs. "You did so good for me, princess." Pulling her to sit up, he rubbed her wrists and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Thank you. You were so good for Daddy."

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, falling against him. "That was amazing."

Punk gathered her up in his arms, carrying her as though she weighed nothing. "It was. You were amazing." He kissed her forehead again, and she snuggled into his chest. "Now, how about I run us a nice bath, then we'll go somewhere nice for dinner. Sound good, princess?" She smiled breathlessly up at him, and he sighed happily and he carried her into the bathroom.

[perriwinklesblog]

Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. WAIT.

Hang on.

(This is about characters and role play)

What if Techno gets put in the prison and Tommy is all confused why Techno hasn’t come to his house and then Philza arrives and is like “Tommy I know you’re here.”

And Tommy comes out and is like “oh hey eh. I was just-“

Philza - “I don’t have the time. Your brothers been captured”

Tommy - “Tubbo!?”

Philza - “No. The other one.”

Tommy - “Wilbur? But he’s dead-“

Philza - “No. Technoblade”

Tommy - “Oh. OH SWEET DOES THAT MEAN I CAN TAKE THIS HOUSE?”

[lichencoatedboulder]

prince phillip had to go to the hospital because the old fuck needed his batteries changed

[henryspearl]

“Daddy Phil” why did I just burst out laughing at that?

[philismysenpai]

Soft and Safe- The "New" Phil

Dan and Phil found themselves in a place that they had not been in in over a decade. After all of these years, the pair decided to take a break and focus on their own needs. They didn’t accept every offer given to them. They didn’t feel the need to make themselves accessible to their fans on an almost daily basis. They took time to sleep. To dream. To think. To grow….and to relax.

This shift in their life lead to a shift in their intimate interactions. Of course they still engaged in light play with one another. Dan was still Phil’s baby, and Phil was still Dan’s Daddy. The biggest thing that changed there was the intensity of it. It went from being something desperate and all encompassing to being a part of their daily life and very calm. Their days were filled with cuddles and affection and love and appreciation being expressed in every way possible. Even when Dan was depressed, he knew that he had access to kisses and attention and alone time while being held and watching his favorite movies in his favorite little outfits and accessories. They had achieved the initial goal. They had created a safe place in their home. A place where they could be as vulnerable as they needed to be and a space where they could comfort one another without judgement.

They had done it…and it was perfect…

So why the F U C K was Phil’s brain doing the thing that it was doing?

Phil was as sweet of a caregiver as he had been after his first time with Dan. He would warm him up as well as he could (given Dan’s patience) and then he would provide him with anything that Dan asked for so that he could enjoy his time and attain the release that he craved and deserved. Phil did whatever he liked, whenever he liked and he LOVED that he could be that for his lover. He loved listening to Dan’s beautiful moans and the gentle way his body would shake when he was close to his climax. Phil truly would not change his bond with Dan for anything in the world…

However, this new Phil had gotten into his brain, and he was not as romantically inclined.

Phil didn’t know if this was a result of a mid-life crisis, or if this was created from all of the stress and displeasure that he had repressed in his actual life. Either way, the “new” Phil in his brain was NOT the Phil cuddling with Dan on this Sunday morning. The “normal” Phil wanted nothing more than to appreciate the features of the brunette boy while he was sleeping. To look at the beautiful eyelashes and the peace on his face as he navigates his dreams and fights off his own awakening. Phil could watch for hours, just watching Dan gently inhale and exhale like the delicate form of a being he is.

THIS Phil did not share the same sentiment…

THIS Phil was rude. He was gross, and crass, and rude and his fantasies would be things that you would have to dig for in the more buried sections of porn sites. This “new” Phil looked at the same angelic frame and thought of only the ways that he wanted to taint it and be tainted in return. THIS Phil wanted to take their safe place and turn it into a dirty little secret. He wanted these walls to contain every moan, every curse, every level of subspace that Dan could experience. He didn’t care about being romantic and intimate because he felt that Dan should already KNOW that he loved him. Phil was finding himself having more depraved urges. Things that he had never even considered before. He wanted to do things with Dan that would MANDATE a safe word. He wanted to do things to Dan that would make most people uncomfortable or nervous. He wanted to hear Dan say “No” and “Stop it” and “Get off” but in a way that indicated he would be allowed to stay. He’d be allowed to continue holding Dan down and touching him, even as he heard his lover ask over and over again for him to let him go or to slow down. Phil WANTED to hold Dan down after making him orgasm and then continue to dive into him deeply.

Depending on the night, he wanted to make Dan his slave. No longer just his baby boy, he wanted to make Dan in to so many other things. He wanted a puppy that he could train and punish and praise and degrade…and that was the nicest thing that this new Phil could think of. When the itch was stronger and the voice louder, he wanted a sex doll. He wanted a brain dead fuck toy that he could simply ruin with reckless abandon. He wanted a toilet; a piss pig; a sissy boy that he could humiliate and then have him return the favor. This “new” Phil didn’t only want it one sided, either. Without warning, vivid images of Phil fucking Dan’s gassy hole would flood his mind and make him break out into a cold sweat. The idea of having Dan sit on his face after a long day of sweating and using the bathroom made his face burn with blush. A new desire to lick Dan’s sweaty, semen covered ball sack made Phil’s lower abdomen tighten at the absolute worst of times. Even now, looking at the brown haired boy was unsettling. This “new” Phil wanted to wake him up by violating him. Wanted him to piss in his mouth. Wanted to push two fingers into his tight ring and hit his prostate far too soon.

Phil clicked his tongue in annoyance at himself and moved a little further away on the couch. Why was this happening? Why were all of these thoughts in his head? Where were they coming from? How could he make them go away? He didn’t want these things to seem attractive to him. He wanted them to be disgusting, because they WERE.

Dan groaned a little and furrowed his brow, which made Phil jump and look on with apprehension. All of these thoughts were making him nervous, and he didn’t want that. He loved being around Dan, and he loved what they had together. He didn’t want to mess it up or push too much. That didn’t seem to matter. This “new” Phil didn’t care about the boundaries or the consequences. About the rejection and discomfort that could be triggered. He just cared about the primal satisfaction that these thoughts brought to his body. It genuinely felt like there were two different people, fighting for what they wanted. It was exhausting and made Phil very upset with himself. He would never admit it to Dan though. He would take this to his fucking grave.

Awkward and embittered, Phil decided he was going to leave Dan on the couch and try to distract himself. He couldn’t handle all of these conflicting emotions. He gently raised himself off of the couch, got a blanket, and tucked Dan in gently.

Not without resting his hand on his clothed penis, of course. He let it linger and played with the idea of rubbing him while he was asleep. Just for an instant.

He then pulled his hand back like it was on fire and mentally cursed at himself again before rushing out of the living room.

This “new” Phil SUCKED…and he didn’t know what to do about it...

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[tylybbb]

phil knows he looks good. i’ve waited so long for this.

[askmeaboutmyoctopustheory]

Phil you gorgeous gorgeous man......