#darpunk drabble

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Darby in a skirt! wow! Love that! And him thinking easy access!!! Can you please write punk enjoying the benefits of Darby wearing a cute little skirt?

Punk loves his boyfriend in a skirt; drabble

NSFW Warning! Dominant top Punk, submissive bottom Darby, fingering, clothed sex

When Darby had first told Punk he enjoyed to wear skirts around the house, he didn’t expect his boyfriend to enjoy it as much as he did. Occasionally, he would press against him, run his fingers over his waist and slide his hands down to move under his skirt. More often than he would admit, he would glance his way to watch Darby as he bent over to grab something.

Punk did love to see him in a skirt and he loved it even more when Darby would decide against wearing underwear. Like today. Punk watched him get dressed that morning, stripping out of his baggy pyjamas to pull on one of Punk’s shirts and slipping on a black skirt without worrying about anything it go underneath. So, Punk followed him out of bed shortly to join his boyfriend in the kitchen who was making them both coffee. It was early and he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself knowing Darby had nothing under his pretty little skirt.

“Morning.” Punk muttered, placing his hands on Darby’s hips as he began to leave scattered kisses over his neck, making the shorter man practically purr as he mumbled a reply. Before Darby knew it, Punk had gently pushed him down against the counter by his shoulder, making him lean over to give Punk better access to what he wanted. Flipping his skirt up, he practically drooled at the sight and didn’t waste a second to drag his tongue over his fingers to slick them enough to press inside of Darby without the other wincing.

Darby gasped and moaned as Punk moved his fingers inside of him, curling and scissoring the digits that would brush against the sweet spot of the man just right, making a shudder run down his spine. As pretty as his moans were and how incredibly sexy he looked like this, Punk couldn’t take it much longer. With a tug of his sweats, he replaced the digits and while Darby did whine at the loss for a second, his eyes had practically rolled in the back of his head when he felt the head of his boyfriend’s cock shove inside.

Heat radiated off their bodies, a thin sheet of sweat coating Punk’s body as he fucked into Darby and took in all his beautiful noises that mixed with the sound of skin slapping on skin. As Darby’s thighs began to tremble and his legs were about to give out underneath him, Punk grabbed his waist and yanked him back against his cock to finish off inside of him without warning as a curse fell from his lips.

“You gonna cum for me?” Punk muttered against Darby’s ears, his hips still moving and his hand lazily pumping his boyfriend’s cock to help him along. But Darby couldn’t seem to form a sentence anymore, only nodding his head frantically as a silent way of asking for more. Punk’s movements quickened slightly and just as he started to become sensitive, he felt Darby clench around him as his body tense for a moment, thick white streaks ruining the inside of his skirt.

“You’re buying me a new skirt, you jerk.” Darby panted softly with a smile, leaning back to press against Punk’s chest and press a rough kiss to his lips.

“Sweetheart, I’ll buy you a hundred skirts if I can do this to you every morning.”

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I know your into Hookhausen and mjf right now but last night watching Darby be all dangerous made me miss when you would write daddy punk taking care of him

Daddy Punk caring for Darby; drabble

Just for you, anon 😘

Darby was beating himself up on the inside, which was obvious to Punk while it might not be so obvious to everyone else. Darby was quiet, breathing heavy as he stared at the floor as he was sat on the locker room bench, while Punk got dressed to go back to the hotel. He frowned slightly seeing Darby so quiet, clenching his jaw, angry with himself, and barely holding back from exploding.

“Hey. Quit being mad at yourself. You lost, it happened and it’s over now.” Punk was always very straight forward with him. Darby hated it when Punk reassured him by telling him he did great that night. Darby preferred it when Punk slapped him with the truth.

“I just .. I let my guard down and if I could have just —“ Darby didn’t get to finish. Punk walked over to hold Darby’s face in his cheeks, making him look up to hush him, staring into his icy eyes.

“Darby. Whether you like to hear it or not, you did wonderful tonight. And yes, you lost. But it’s fine. It’s not gonna end your entire career. You’ll still go out there, kick ass, and whether you win or lose, I’ll be right here to cheer you on. Okay?” Punk was clearly tired of hearing Darby hate on himself. He just wanted Darby to look at himself the same way Punk looked at him.

“Okay..” Darby mumbled, letting out a breath as he pulled away from Punk’s hands. For a second, Punk thought the other was mad at him, but Darby had only pulled away so he could rest his head down against the man’s stomach.

“Can we take a hot bath at the hotel? My back is really sore.” Darby mumbled, nuzzling against Punk’s stomach. It made the older man smile, especially since Darby didn’t typically admit when he needed something.

“Of course. Anything for my little skeleton boy.” Punk bent over to kiss Darby’s head, his hand running across the younger man’s back, gently brushing up over the base of his neck to make him shudder.

“How about cuddles for my baby boy afterwards too? Maybe a movie for you to fall asleep to?” Darby smiled slightly against Punk’s stomach, nodding.

“That sounds nice. As long as you’re close.” Darby pulled away slightly to be able to look up at Punk, chin resting on his stomach.

“Daddy is always gonna be close to his baby boy. Couldn’t think of letting you go.” Punk smiled, stepping back so he could lean back down again to kiss Darby’s lips, soft and carefully. “Come on then. I’ll take care of you tonight.”

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I got so excited about Darpunk potential that I forgot prompts were even a thing lmao. "I'm not like a regular daddy I'm a cool daddy" dom Punk TAKING CARE of Darby after he did something reckless in a match? Very loving and caring but like, definitely an overtone of "You fucking idiot you scared me half to death," and maybe a little rough handling because of it.

Punk cleaning up Darby; drabble

“Stay still.” Punk’s voice was stern as he held Darby’s chin to keep his head still, wiping an alcohol wipe over his head where he was busted open. But despite his words, Darby kept squirming and groaning, trying to pull his head away to get Punk to stop trying to clean him up like he was a child.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself!” Darby argued as he jerked his head away from Punk’s hand to get away from the man who wanted nothing more than to just clean him up.

“Are you also capable of being careful during a match? Cause I think you should try it out.” Punk stepped back to grab a rag, ignoring Darby’s grumbling about how he was fine, when he most certainly wasn’t. Once he ran the rag under the faucet in the bathroom and wrung it out to rid the rag of excess water, he walked back to where Darby sat. Despite Darby’s arguments and whining about he could take care of himself, he didn’t move from the chair. Punk knew all too well that the younger man just wanted to be difficult.

“You need to stop throwing yourself around like a rag doll every week. You’re gonna seriously injure yourself one day and have to sit at home for months with nothing but recovery to focus on. Is that what you want?” Punk’s voice was a little aggressive, but it was full of care and that couldn’t be denied. Darby shifted his gaze down as the other grabbed his chin again to begin cleaning off his smeared face paint.

“I’m not trying to yell at you and I’m not angry at you, I’m just .. I’m worried about you. You can’t keep doing this. This time, you busted your head open and got lucky with no serious injuries. But what if you aren’t lucky next time? You need to think before you go and hurt yourself.” Despite the shift in tone that was now much gentler, Darby couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight on his chest that was similar to how he felt when his mother would yell at him for doing something stupid when he was a child. It was embarrassing to be lectured like this, but he understood why and he wasn’t sure understanding made that worse or better, if he was being honest.

Punk tossed the rag aside once the paint was off of Darby’s face and their was no longer any sign of blood. He pulled Darby into a hug and pressed a kiss to his head, gently rubbing circles on his back as the other sighed heavily, relaxing against him. The exhaustion of his match and fighting against Punk on getting the proper care he needed was finally weighing on him.

“Let’s get you dressed okay? Then I can get you back to the hotel and help you relax.” Punk hummed softly, catching Darby’s attention again.

“How are you gonna help me relax, huh?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas.”

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Caster says Darby's got a daddy kink, commentary talks about how he can take so much damage which we ALL KNOW is his pain kink coming out.... maybe combine the two and make it Darpunk 👀?

Punk and his little masochist ( Punk x Darby ) ; drabble

❗️NSFW WARNING ❗️masochism, daddy kink, paddles, light bondage

A loud curse escaped Darby’s lips right after Punk had landed a hard hit to his inner thigh, the sound of leather against skin echoing in his ears. He instinctively wanted to close his legs, but he couldn’t with the restraints around his ankles, soft cuffs that held a bar to keep him from doing so. His thighs were turning red, the pale skin turning bright so quickly after just a few hits of the paddle and Punk clearly had no intention of stopping until Darby needed him to.

“Fuck!” Darby cried out, another hit landing on a sensitive area that Punk had been working on. He put his cuffed hands over his face, wiping the drool from his lip. He could barely take a breather before the sting of pain would meet him again.

“Do you need me to —“ Punk could barely even get out the question, but Darby frantically shook his head. He knew that he would ask if he needed to stop or take a break, but Darby didn’t want that, despite the hollers of pain and cursing.

“Daddy, please..” It was all Darby had to say for Punk to start up again. It was quicker, but not as hard, although it was hard to notice when the pain was constant. It hummed and burned under his skin, making his spine tingle and thighs shake a little. His cries shifted to moans when he felt light touches against his cock, fingertips moving almost gracefully. And it drove Darby up the wall.

After a session or two with Darby, Punk knew how to get under his skin and make him feel just right. He knew how to make Darby’s body shake, to get him to whimper and cry. It was music to his ears and just seeing him like this compared to how he was in the ring was enough to get to him. With his hits a little harder and his hand moving at a gentle pace against Darby’s length, Darby’s noises told it all. He was close and Punk just couldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway. He pulled his hand back and tossed the paddle aside, looking down at Darby who looked just as desperate as he sounded.

“Quit whimpering. Daddy is gonna take care of you.”

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That Darby x Punk ask made me think of a prompt.

Cg/l relationship. It's after Full Gear and Darbs is obviously upset at his loss. He's pouty, and whiny, and tired, and really just needs to cry. Punk finds him in his private locker room, and just holds the boy and lets him get all his emotions out. The rest is up to you! -🛹🪦

Punk comforting Darby after a loss; drabble

Darby was fighting against his tears just about as hard as he was fighting against Maxwell. His loss had weighed heavy on his shoulders and put this heavy self doubt on his chest. He hated it. He hated he was so close to tears and so discouraged, forcing away those emotions until he dragged himself to Punk’s locker room, feeling so small and weak, needing someone close to him more has anything.

Darby skipped the check up he was supposed to get after his match. He avoided the doctor, claiming he had to use the bathroom the moment he was spotted. He slipped into the locker room, barely glancing at the plate that read “CM Punk” on the door before he shut the door and turned on the light. He curled up next to the wooden lockers where Punk kept his bag hung up. He hugged his legs close to his chest, pain spreading throughout his body as he whimpered softly.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, curled up in the corner and sniffling, roughly wiping his tears to force away those feelings for just a little while longer. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his emotions forced down for long, but he didn’t want to let everything out. Not just yet. Not while he was alone. Darby jumped, a little startled at the sound of the door opening and heavy panting breaking the silence of the room. He didn’t notice he had missed Punk’s match.

“Hello?” Punk called out when he heard the sniffling and saw Darby’s converse pulled back to hide in his little corner area. He stepped over to look down at the younger man, who immediately cowered when he was spotted and muttered a soft ‘hey’, tugging at the strands of his shorts.

“Are you okay, baby?” The question had officially broke Darby. Something about the concern and care in Punk’s voice had broken the damn door that held back those overwhelming emotions and he couldn’t stop it. His eyes filled with tears and spilled over, leaving wet streaks over his cheeks as he choked back a sob.

“Hey .. hey .. calm down.” Punk bent down to gently lift Darby up, carefully holding him close to his chest. He sat down with the boy in his lap, gently rubbing his back. He let Darby cry, his sobs racking in his ribs and making his chest sore, but he couldn’t stop it.

“I know you’re upset right now, Darb, but it’s okay. You fought hard and you did —“ Darby pulled away from Punk’s chest immediately, knowing he was about to give him the whole ‘you did your best’ speech.

“Didn’t fight hard enough!” Darby argued through tears, before whipping his head away and chewing on the tip of his thumb as nervous habit, staring at his lap.

“That’s not true. You can’t push yourself too hard or else you’ll hurt yourself. You did the best you could do and I’m so proud of you. You were like a little firecracker out there and you kicked his ass.” Darby seemed to perk up a little at the mention of Punk being proud of him. He glanced up at Punk, allowing the man to carefully wipe away the stray tears and wet marks on his cheeks. Darby wrapped his arms around Punk’s shoulders and hugged him close, burying his face into his neck which made the man chuckle.

“You wanna go?” Punk asked softly, gently rubbing his back as he sniffled. He only nodded, slowly growing sleepy from all the crying he did right after his match. He was exhausted.