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.”
