punkssavior

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https://x.com/punkerstime/status/1935738856126431259?s=46&t=vDOiXZU03zATp3u5BlgC8A

I’m cackling at the last sentence 💀💀

this excerpt keeps me up at night, leaving me staring at the ceiling and wishing for a love like theirs 💔💔💔

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punks new ig story about how jacked Aj is 😭 I love those 2 so much

they are actually my parents and they raised me #truestory

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https://x.com/sioluver/status/1935130963169960155?s=46&t=vDOiXZU03zATp3u5BlgC8A

About to go watch their hell in a cell match after work 😮‍💨

punkintyre save us…. Save us Punkintyre… ..

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Happy birthday!! Hope you have the best day everrr

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!! <333

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ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY!!!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

hoping and praying punk will hear my bday battle cries and post a thirst trap or something on his story <33

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screaming at the top of my lungs. BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER RAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Before the Party

Summary: It’s her birthday, and he’s got the perfect gift. With only thirty minutes before the guests arrive, a late afternoon delight ensues.

A/N: Happy birthday to my Gemini pookie @punkssavior. Hope you enjoy waking up to this!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Ratings/Warnings: Grown. Unprotected Sex. Mostly smut, little.

taglist: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling

Tattooed knuckles covered my eyes, their black painted nails interlocking over my nose.

“Don’t peek,” his deep voice whispered into my ear.

I could feel his hips pressed against my ass, his teeth grinning close to my neck. He was almost more excited about this present than I was.

“I swear, if this is another one of your twisted jokes on my birthday…”

He huffed a laugh, “Have a little faith in me.”

I rolled my eyes under his hands, but he must’ve felt the movement because his grip tightened—playfully, but firm enough to make me still.

“Just shut up and count to ten.”

“I don’t take orders from men in cargo shorts.”

“Ten,” he started for me, lip piercing brushing against my temple. “Nine…eight…”

I blurted out the rest and placed my hands over his, pushing them off to reveal a camcorder on our bed. I gasped—it was top-of-the-line.

“You didn’t,” I said, turning toward him.

He was grinning, smug and proud of himself. “Oh, I did.”

“Where did you even get this?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but I knew he’d gone out of his way. “You said you wanted to start filming your stuff again, right? Little art projects, video diaries…”

I blinked, trying not to get soft and cry. I’d mentioned that once, half-asleep in the passenger seat of a rental car. Of course, he remembered.

I turned around, the camcorder held close to my chest, watching him in the doorway. The blonde edges of his hair faded into the sun coming from the windows. His eyes looked easy, the greens exalted.

“You like it, angel?”

I nodded, and his smile widened. I loved that look on his face—proud of himself for making me happy. Seeing me happy.

He closed the space between us, his footsteps echoed across the floor. His hands slid over the camcorder and settling on my hips. I bit my lip, thinking of all the ways I could show my gratitude.

My hand reached into his back pocket, fingers pushing him closer to my body.

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he said, nosing at my jaw. "Anything for my favorite girl."

He was already hard when I felt his shorts press against my thigh. He placed his hands over the camera, gently taking it away from my hands.

"Let's test it out later after your party," he said, placing it on our dresser.

Then his hands were back on me, pushing me down onto the bed. He climbed over me, his hands tugging up the hemline of my dress.

"Now," he said, leaning down to kiss the hollow of my neck. "We have 30 minutes before the others get here."

I giggled, hands tangling in his beard. “30 minutes? I'll need to fix my makeup."

"I'll be careful, don't worry." He smirked, his hand disappearing under the bunched fabric.

I moaned as he pushed my panties aside, his fingers rubbing against me. His mouth found mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I opened them, and he dove inside, the metal on his tongue brushing against mine.

His fingers slipped inside me, curling. I whined, bucking into his touch.

"Come on," he muttered against my lips. "Can't make you late to your party."

I bit down on his tongue, smirking. He grunted, his reaction more pleasure than pain. He liked it when I was a little brat.

His other hand reached up, feeling my breasts through the fabric, finding my nipple. I yelped, his fingers pressing harder against my clit. My legs twitched, pleasure burning hotter in my stomach. All I could do was breathe through the waves, searching for the clasp of my dress.

I couldn't reach it, my hands grasping at his t-shirt instead.

"Please, please," I gasped.

He pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me empty.

"I'm going to need you to ask nicer than that, princess."

"It's my birthday," I said, rolling my hips

"And?"

He climbed off the bed, kelly green locked on me as he peeled his shirt off in one smooth motion. Then came the slow unbuttoning of his shorts. The pop of denim and the hushed clink of metal against fabric sent a shiver down my spine. Punk loved a show. Loved making me wait. 

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and dragged them down to his knees, then dropped back over me, bracing himself on either side of my head.

"When the party’s over, you can use me however you want. But right now, I’m going to fuck you—and you’re going to be a good girl for me."

He kissed me, cock hard and hot against my stomach. I nodded, lips brushing his.

"I'll be good."

"That's what I like to hear."

He reached between us, guiding himself inside. I arched my back as he entered, filling the hilt. He took a shaky breath and pressed his lips to my forehead.

"You're going to make me late."

"You think they'll mind?"

"No."

He laughed and pulled back. He snapped his hips into mine, thrusting hard and deep. I cried out, the sensation intense.

"God, I wish we had time," he said, his hands gripping tight to my waist. "So I could take care of you."

I moaned, rocking back against him, urging him deeper. I could feel the cool cotton of our sheets, the late afternoon sun on our skin.

My toes curled as he shifted his hip to the side, changing the angle. I yelped at the change, his piercing hitting the spot only he knew. My head fell back, and my eyes rolled over. All I could do was moan his name as he took control.

He was so deep inside me, I couldn't think straight. The stress of frosting the cake and putting up streamers became a world away. I didn't even care that I was going to be late. All that mattered was how fucking good he was, his body filling me, his teeth sinking into the spot between my neck and shoulder. I could hear the moans caught in his throat.

"You gotta come, baby."

I knew I did, but I didn't want to. I wanted this to last forever, just the two of us in this room, his weight on top of me, the smell of my birthday cake baking downstairs.

"Come on, angel. For me," he said.

I nodded, the tension coiling inside me. His hand found its way to my clit again, circling. He knew the way, his thumb pressing, the heel of his palm grinding against me. He adjusted himself to hit my spot with every thrust.

I couldn't help but cry out his name.

"Right there," I gasped, my hand reaching to his forearm.

I kept my grip as he rolled his hips faster each time. I could feel everything. Each piercing that was pressed against me, the strain of his muscles, the flex of his hips. I felt like a tightly wound string, ready to snap.

"I'm so close."

"I know," he cooed. "Fuck, I love you."

His mouth found my nipples again.

"Oh my god!" I yelped, his teeth teasing them.

His hips rolled faster and faster. His mouth sucked harder and harder. The sheets were twisted under my hands as I dripped onto the bed.

Punk released my nipple and watched me, his eyes glazed over.

"There you go. Look at you."

The wave crested, and I couldn't hold on anymore. I came, moaning his name, nails digging into his arm. My thoughts scattered, lost somewhere between his mouth and my pleasure. His hips stuttered then spasmed, my thighs shaking as he came.

I reached up and kissed him, my tongue savoring him. I collapsed back down, his body on top of me, our breaths panting for air. I could feel the contractions in his cock still, the rise and fall of his chest.

"Happy Birthday, angel."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"You’re gonna be late."

"I think they'll be madder if you don't get off me so I can get the cake out of the oven."

Punk groaned. "I'll take care of it."

The bell rang as he leaned down, his lips dragging up to my forehead.

"Go get cleaned up," he commanded, smacking my thigh.

I sat up, my legs as smooth as jello as I spotted the camcorder on the dresser. The lens caught in the last light. He laughed when I reached for it, my body shaking.

"Fuck you," I quipped, thumbing the side of the view finder.

He pulled up his pants, buttoning them. “I’m glad you like it."

“Best gift I’ve ever gotten,” I said.

He smirked, eyes soft. "Just wait till tonight."

Then he turned, bare feet padding toward the kitchen to continue the rest of the night. 

I stayed there for a moment, holding the camcorder to my chest, still catching my breath, part of me wishing the night was already at its end. 

I got up to change.

[punkssavior]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTjnCjTbc/

I’m down so bad for this man again 😭😭😭

would you believe me if i said this edit was already #liked #saved and #reposted >:))

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Punk never had a bad look 🙂‍↔️ loved that man through and throughhh

i whole heartedly agree my friend. it’s illegal not to serve when you’re cm punk 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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idk how i could’ve even forgotten about 2010 SES long haired and beared punk. he was my no.1 hear me out for the longest time bc of how cultish he looked but he was so hot

i don’t even see him as a “hear me out”. that is my HUSBAND !!!!! and imma stick beside him!!! LMAOO

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WAIT PUNK HAD HIS NIPS PIERCED???? god where I have been I didn’t even notice

yes. yes he did. :3

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anonymous feedback because I’m shy🙈, but I prefer the "x reader" style. You do it really well!<3

thank you so much!!! this seems to be the general consensus, so x!reader it will stay!!! <3

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okay. everyone lock in because i’ve got a question before i hide away in my cave to write up some more of part 4.

do you guys enjoy the tired of you series (bunny!punk) as an x!reader series? i know i speak about/headcanon bunny like she’s an OC, but writing x!reader is my favorite way to write and i dunno, i just think that implying that YOU (yes, you🫵) are bunny is super silly.

let me know! i love talking to y’all. any and all feedback is greatly appreciated <3

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTjnLtmxN/

MY MAN MY MANNNN idk if i shared this or not already with u lol but im sharing again bc it’s that good of an edit

Hope you’re having a great day 🤓

FAWWWWWKKKK IM A SUCKER FOR DILF PUNK YEEESSSS. thank you for sharing. if you need me, i’ll be chewing a hole in my wall!!!!!!!!

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personal and character question:

what hair/era do you (and bunny) like of punk the most?

personally i’m always torn between 2005 blonde ROH punk, 2013 wolverine punk or 2020s greying prince hair punk

*rubs hands together evilly* finally…. a hard hitting question….

MY personal favorite era is SES punk circa 2010. thick beard, chest hair, nipple rings, tongue piercing… the epitome of sexy scary cult leader. i am absolutely infatuated with his evilness. a runner up for me would probably have to be new nexus punker OR the classic black bob. gotta love an emo boy!

bunny’s a fan of the long hair, probably gets a little freaked out once the SES ordeal starts and begs him to trim the beard just a little bit. but once he starts wearing his hair shorter, i think she really digs it. only because then she can see his sweet face in all of its glory (without the emo bangs in the way). :p

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would punk and bunny have an ajpunk type relationship where she’s rly out of the public eye most of the time but any time punk mentions her (bc he loves talking ab her) everyone goes crazy?

also very excited for part4 angst or not i need more punk and bunny

hiiii!!!! this is such a cutie question ;’)

i think their relationship would be somewhat similar to ajpunk (although nothing can compare). but since bunny doesn’t wrestle, she could be kind of like an “if you know, you know,” detail about punk’s life.

i think it would also be funny if, once he gets his footing in the wwe, punk somehow managed to work bunny into a storyline as a manager/journalist, that way people can watch a bit of their chemistry on tv and then later find out “oh shit! they’re actually a couple!!”

i would love to write a bunny!punk during a tv segment drabble, i think that would be so so cute (once i learn more about the way backstage works and whatnot).

just imagine punk doing a podcast later on in life and being like “yup, that was my wife”. all proud and smiley. ugh, my heart cannot handle it!!!

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leave it as a surprise or give us one line from part 4 😟?

the one line i thought of when i first read this would immediately spoil the plot…. so i’m sorry, but you guys will have to be patient :p