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going to be so honest. half the reason im even writing dovetail is to spread my rarepair agendas. yeah, everyone knows about ajpunk/punklee and brollins/beckyseth/whatever. those with eyes have seen sethpunk in action. even ajbecky is there if you look. but where's the becky/punk? where's my ajseth agenda?? everyone needs to get weirder about ajseth right now actually. right now. get on it. if you dont know where to start ask me im enlightened.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox/CM Punk Characters: CM Punk, Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black Additional Tags: Hate Sex, Complicated Relationships, Bad Sex, Fighting As Foreplay, Stream of Consciousness, Infidelity, i call him cm skunk for a reason Summary:
Becky’s tired of watching her husband beg for Punk’s attention, so she goes straight to the source.
wine dark sea (becky/punk, 4.3k, explicit)
Punk is a fossil in comparison. He’s been ravaged by father time, wrinkled and the skin stretched taut across his bones. He is dry and fissured, one wrong blink away from a stroke. The greying hair on his temples and overtaking his stubble is nothing like the occasional charming grey that Seth gets, frets over and begs her to pluck out with tweezers. He doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t want him to. There’s not a sentence in existence he could utter that she’d have interest in, nothing of value lurking behind that forked, poisonous, self-interested tongue. He’d better serve her if he was mute.
ao3
been thinking about this all day 😵💫
