#cm punk x drew mcintyre

[livfastdieyoung69]

(wait…i have to pick?);*!

(can’t i just have both of you?);*!

[salemshotspot]

Can we talk about the way Drew looked at punk when he realised he was bleeding? The way he cocked his head every so slightly, fascinated, the realisation that punk is merely a man set in and Drew could do nothing but have a smile paint his face, can we talk about Drew fixated on his own wrist, the way Drew couldn’t stop staring at his wrist like he did when he had Punk’s bracelet, the way he was imagining the bracelet still so clearly on his wrist despite it being going, despite the fact he’s had the replace it with fabric just so his wrist wasn’t bare

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD DREW IS AT SELLING A CHARACTER WHEN NO WORDS ARE UTTERED PLEASE GOD SOMEONE TALK ABOUT IT WITH ME NOWWW

[void-detective]

Jhea and my toxic Punkintyre yaoi, I've been fed well

From the bracelet kissing, force feeding the beads, that heart broken look breaking the bracelet, Drew yet again climbing a table to get to his man, DREW YET AGAIN SAYING NO YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME AND IF I CANT HAVE THE WORLD TITLE NEITHER CAN YOU, Drew's obsession with being punk's his one interest going as far to break the one thing punk loves just so he can KEEP that attention on himself because no he's mine mentality,, the cmjf levels of toxic lovers spilling blood and going crazy for each other's attention because they need to match each other's freak

Jey eye fucking Rhea at the end and looking for her approval while she gives Damien shit eating grins over how he agreed to help them,,her singing his theme and running to save him from Liv,,the months of tension now that Dom is out the picture,, Jey trying to impress her while acting like the dorky dumbass he is,, also Jey being like don't disrespect Mami to Bron, also can't tell me that if Jimmy wasn't against Jey he would be his brother's hype man and wing man for getting Rhea

God I love Raw.

[afterdarkprincess]

🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

Did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1051 Summary:Sami finds out just how long Jey had been thinking about the two of them together. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

fuck it if i can't have him Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,514 Summary: Jey reflects on the choices he's made since the Royal Rumble and his feelings for Sami Post I love you (it's ruining my life) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,372 Summary: Sami and Jey realize they're in the same hotel and meet up for a late night discussion. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

mine Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,083 Summary: Dean Ambrose pays Seth Rollins a visit after Smackdown 3/29/24 to remind Seth who he belongs to. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

i won't be denied by you (the animal inside of you) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him. Post

Winner Take All Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. Post

Acts of Contrition Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary: Drew kidnaps CM Punk and cleanses him of his many sins Post

Solo Sikoa/ Sami Zayn

Leather & Lace Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,009 Summary: Solo Sikoa finds himself as the new Tribal Chief. The Tribal Chief gets what the Tribal Chief wants. Solo Sikoa wants Sami Zayn. Post

[seasonal-depression-of-punk]

Mild spoilers for @scumbag4scumbag ‘s fanfic “as I whisper in your ear: I wanna fuckin’ tear you apart” chapter 4

Finally I got some fan art based on a fanfic done. I’ve like said I’d draw some for almost every fic I’ve read

and I finally did. I’m so proud of myself

[iamdaddycmpunk]

I would much rather be hated for who I am, than be love for who I’m not.

[punksvision]

no comment

[scottishpsychopathmcintyre]

Stupid Bakery was closed, probably tasted like shit anyway

[mimswupsie]

Que nervios publishing this KSJSK sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language 😔😔.

[salemshotspot]

[insert the twitter screen of drew telling the person that made punks bracelet his blood is on her hands + all the clips of drew blaming everyone chanting punks name for what’s going to happen to him]

[salemshotspot]

Is somebody going to match my freak [talk to me about their feud on a stupidly academic level]

Inspired by @selamat-linting who also edited them to this song, go check it out!!

TAGS: @statlandersz

[afterdarkprincess]

Acts of Contrition- Part 1

Pairing: Drew/Punk Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary:“Shh- this is for your own good you know.” Drew's finger rubs and tugs at his slack lips. It’s uncomfortable. “I thought about it a lot, why you’ve gotten into my head, why you’re tormenting me. You’ve been possessed, by something with real nasty power, and no one else can see it! But I can… “

Tags for @thlayli-ra @harmshake @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 and @sparklylap (if anyone else wants tagged in my Punkintyre fics please let me know!

This fic is EXPLICIT!! And involves Rape/Non-con elements, Kidnapping, Hardcore BDSM, Religious Imagery, Object Insertion, and more (full tag list on AO3) Please read at your own discretion!

Based on this lovely post from @thlayli-ra

This is part one- more to come soon!

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“Ugh”

CM Punk opens his eyes blearily. He feels like he has the worst hangover known to man combined with the worst jetlag. His head feels like it’s going to split open any minute, and his muscles are sore.

He tries to think, what on earth did he do to deserve this? It’s been a long time since he lost control and relapsed in such a way that would leave him feeling this way. If only he could remember. The last thing he registers is leaving the arena after Raw, heading to his car in the backstage lot, then-

He’s splashed in the face with water, which both helps his headache and brings him to full alertness.

Oh god what happened to him?

He’s upright, his arms strapped to something at an angle above his head, leather digging roughly into his wrists.

A light breeze in the room informs him that he’s completely naked. His legs aren’t bound, but his feet aren’t on the floor. He flexes his foot and determines he’s standing on something plastic? He tries to look down to see, but his eyes are caught by movement.

“Yer awake…” The words are whispered reverently, almost a prayer, as Drew McIntyre steps into the light.

Punk recoils violently despite himself, and he finds himself unsteady on his feet.

Drew rushes to help stabilize him, big hands on his chest. “Oh you’ll wanna be careful there Punky, don’t wanna move too much and go too fast now.”

He doesn’t understand what Drew is talking about, but it’s not like he can do much to move anyway.

“What- what is going on?” He mumbles out, slurring over the words.

Drew puts a finger to his lips, and Punk has to resist the urge to bite at him.

“Shh- this is for your own good you know.” The finger rubs and tugs at his slack lips. It’s uncomfortable. “I thought about it a lot, why you’ve gotten into my head, why you’re tormenting me. You’ve been possessed, by something with real nasty power, and no one else can see it! But I can… “

He doesn’t give a fuck what Drew said- he has to try something. He jerks at his arm restraints with a powerful push from his shoulder, but his right foot starts to slide and-

He feels something.

Something hard poke against his cheeks, mere inches from his asshole. It’s too hard and at the wrong angle to be Drew’s dick. What on earth?

Drew clicks his tongue against his mouth. “I told ya to be careful- I didn’t prep you too much.”

Punk’s suddenly aware of a wet sensation, like he’s been lubricated but not really stretched at all. Fear crawls up his spine.

“Please- Drew just let me go, man. I won’t tell anybody, we can just forget this ever happened-“

“But I CAN’T forget!” Drew roars, his face so close to Punk’s that he can feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek, the smell of whisky overwhelming. “I have to do this, once you’ve been cleansed I can touch you.” His hand shakes, hovering above his cheek, but he doesn’t quite touch.

Drew steps back, and the sudden motion puts Punk off his balance, and his left foot slides a few more inches, and he can really feel it now.

It’s big, thick like a cock, maybe a little thicker and rock hard, ungiving.

It’s going to hurt. Did Drew know that he would enjoy that? Maybe he’s too far gone to even care.

Punk tests the restraints, more carefully this time, trying not to move his lower body at all. The leather doesn’t give even a little. Figures. He can see the structure he’s affixed to, shaped like an X, it looks like a medieval torture device. Hell, maybe it is.

Drew sits at a wooden chair that faces him, kicks his feet out and leans back. Seemingly content to just watch the show.

Well fuck him. Punk isn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

There’s not much leverage he can get with his arms, but he tightens his core to keep himself stable.

That works. For a while.

He’s tempted to try and talk to Drew, but it’s hard enough trying to concentrate to keep himself up and keep breathing.

Drew doesn’t say anything either, he just watches with the same intensity, never wavering. Hell he barely blinks.

Punk has no idea how long he holds out. Could be ten minutes, could be an hour. He focuses on his breath, stays aware as much as possible in case Drew changes his mind about laying his hands on him, but he tries to remain calm and not give the Scot the satisfaction of seeing him panic.

He’s doing okay, his abs are sore and aching, but he think’s he’s stable enough to readjust his weight to his left side.

But in the process his knee spasms, not quite fully buckling, but it’s enough.

His body’s natural response causes whatever is supporting his feet to slide a few inches on either side and he hears the scream tear out of his mouth before he realizes he opened it.

Whatever amount of lube Drew put in him was not enough. The thing tears him open, gravity forcing his hole to open up for the thing impaling him. It has to be a dildo, a thick one, he feels the distinct ridge of a cock head at his rim. Only an inch or two is inside of him, but his ass is on fire.

His cock twitches and he can feel himself getting hard.

Drew sits up a little straighter.

His breath comes hard in labored pants as he tries to adjust to the intrusion inside of him. Pain and pleasure race through him in equal measure, just as he feared they would. He’s known this about himself for a long time, since the day he first set foot into the squared circle, he imagines. The day he first saw his own blood and felt thrill and delight.

But still there’s a little voice in his head.

How disgusting are you? You’ve been drugged and kidnapped and sodomized, he’s probably going to rape you. And the dirty little whore that you are, you love it. Already getting hard.

Perhaps the worst part is that the voice sounds like Drew.

Gradually he relaxes, and he feels less like he’s splitting apart. He gets an idea to try and lift himself a bit, try to find a little relief. He engages his core muscles again and tries to press up onto the balls of his feet to get a little height.

The thick head pops as it comes out, and it drags a guttural moan from his throat.

His ass hurts like hell and there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s bleeding. He’s not even sure that the relief was worth it, knowing that it will end up inside of him again sooner than later.

Sooner comes very soon, his knee protesting from the odd angle. He’s a little more prepared this time, angles his hips so it hits his hole head on before sinking into him.

Fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. It’s less painful this time, his hole having adjusted along with his blood no doubt slicking the way.

It still hurts, of course. But it’s the kind of hurt he craves desperately. The kind of hurt that comes with a hardcore match, with dog collars and barbed wire. The kind of hurt that makes him feel useful and gives him purpose.

He finds himself rocking his hips, using what little leverage he can to fuck himself on the hard rod, shallow still, just enjoying the push and pull at his tight rim.

It’s intoxicating, but it’s not enough. He’s hard and wanting, sure. And he could let his feet slide, let it slip further into his guts, but he needs more. He needs the purpose, he needs the feet of a warm hand around his throat, squeezing his balls, cutting into his skin.

There’s an indignity in this, a coldness of the lifeless thing he’s being made to fuck. He’d rather Drew just fuck him himself at this point.

His breath comes quickly, and he whimpers. “Drew- drew please.”

Punk watches the expression on Drew’s face change. There’s excitement, frustration and guilt. His brow furrows and he shakes his head roughly.

“Not yet,” It’s just barely loud enough for Punk to hear it. “Don’t try to tempt me, you siren. I will stay the course.”

Punk whines in frustration, but true to his word Drew is unmoved. His head bows, palms press together in prayer and he begins to speak.

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments-“

He grunts in frustration, clearly he’s going to have to do this himself for now.

Drew’s voice drones on as he takes a deep breath and puts his concentration on lifting himself, teasing his rim again before lowering and bearing down, letting his feet slide a little more so he can take another inch or two inside.

He feels each and every millimeter as it pushes deeper inside of him. He hisses at the burning stretch, aching for additional stimulation. He tilts his pelvis just so and-

“Ughhhhh fuck! Fuck!”

The thick head presses against his prostate, and his vision goes white. His hard cock jolts and dribbles precum onto the floor.

Punk fights the urge to beg Drew, for something, anything. A hand on his cock, pinch his nipples, pull his hair, anything.

Drew’s still reciting, though now he has a blood red rosary in his hands, rubbing the beads between his thick fingers.

God he wants those hands on him.

“O my Mother, preserve me this day from mortal sin."

He’ll show him mortal sin.

His legs are splayed wide already but he flexes even further, and he moans wantonly as he takes the rest of the fake cock inside of him.

He arches his back and writhes as best he can, showing off his rock hard nipples.

“Oh god, oh god, fuck!” His whines creep higher in pitch from the stimulation, the burning stretch that feels damn near in his stomach, aiding in the performance he’s putting on. “Drew, p-please, it’s so- ahhhh OH!”

His hard cock bobs in the air as he bounces, grinding the dildo against his prostate at each pass.

He seems to notice Drew stumbling over his words, his hands shaking as he handles the rosary. Good.

_ H-holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death._

Punk keens, moaning like a pornstar. He tosses his head back and forth, and struggles at his bindings, starting a rhythm as he grinds on the dildo. He’s going to have to come without his dick touched it seems, so he better get to work.

Arousal burns hot in his gut, spurred on by the pain and discomfort as well as the hard dick churning in his ass.

“Please!” He cries, tears falling in hot rivulets down his cheeks. “Please, just touch me, smack me, fuck me Drew, please- ah ah!”

Drew’s cheeks are burning red, eyes staring at Punk’s cock and his undoubtedly messy hole. He’s gripping the rosary by the cross, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s holding it.

Honestly he’s not sure who’s enduring the real punishment here, him or Drew.

Sure this should be a situation where he feels powerless, but Punk has never felt more in control of his situation with Drew.

Maybe Drew has a point, maybe he is a demon, a siren sent to lead the man astray.

And lead him astray he shall.

“Drew…” He pants, pleading. “Drew, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry- please, please! What do you want? What can I do!?”

Drew stands abruptly, rosary still held tightly in his hands, before dropping to his knees with a thud.

“Free me from this torment.” He’s not even looking at Punk now, his eyes glued to the ceiling, but still hazy.

He can see the bulge in his jeans, clearly his wanton display is working.

He takes a gamble, “Help me, h-help me be free.”

It’s softer, more of a whimper than anything else, but something changes in Drew with those words.

His head lowers, eyes locked on Punk’s as he crawls forward towards him. Drew kneels before him, not unlike how he did at Mania, though their positions are reversed now.

Drew’s eyes shine with unshed tears as he reaches up a hand, slowly, so slowly.

Punk is close to the edge already, his thighs shake as he rocks back and forth, grinding the dildo against his prostate. He’s sweating all over with the exertion and stress of the whole ordeal.

Drew’s fingers hover over his thigh, so close to touching but just not quite.

His cock is angry red and bobbing with each rut of his hips. Even the idea of Drew touching him is spurring him on now.

“Please, please, please, god please-“ He’s so close, the hot tension in his gut cresting as he approaches the edge.

Punk feels the pressure of warm fingers against his upper thigh and he comes undone. He’s silent as his vision goes white, his legs spasming as his battered ass clenches around the dildo.

When he comes back to his senses, he’s greeted to the sight of Drew’s face covered in cum, a look of rapture on his face.

His chest rises and falls roughly as he watches Drew’s tongue dart out to lick at the cum staining his beard.

“Drew-“ The name barely makes it past Punk’s lips and the man is standing, one arm wrapped around his torso taking on his weight as their mouths collide.

Punk can taste his own cum as Drew’s tongue invades his mouth, devouring him in long hot kisses. Big hands roam over his skin, touching him everywhere, grounding him after his ordeal.

Drew finally pauses for breath, resting his forehead against Punk’s.

“Mine,” The growled word sends shivers down his spine.

The scotsman makes quick work of releasing his bound arms before hooking his hands around Punk’s thighs.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs into Punk’s ear as he slowly lifts him up and off of the thick dildo.

Punk feels each agonizing inch leave his body, leaving him hollow and aching. There’s a loud squelching sound that follows, and he buries his face in Drew’s shoulder in shame.

Drew gathers his legs and settles him into a bridal carry, and Punk’s emotions are all over the place. He should be angry, should be fighting Drew with tooth and nail to get away now that he’s free, but somehow he can’t find it in himself to do so.

Drew’s arms are warm around his naked body, and here with his face in the crook of Drew’s shoulder, the sickly smell of whisky and sex is replaced with a deep woodsy scent and the salt of his sweat.

He’s carried for a while, his eyelids grow heavy at the smooth pace of Drew’s steps.

Finally they arrive at a sparsely decorated bedroom, with a large soft-looking bed. Drew sets him down gently and covers him in a thick down comforter before disappearing.

He can keep his eyes open no longer, and he falls deep into sleep.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! Please continue to feed my unhinged obsession with these twoooo

[seasonal-depression-of-punk]

More art based on something by @scumbag4scumbag something I wanted to make for a long time now

[iamdaddycmpunk]

This is The Scottish Pyschopath?

Can’t be.🤨

[punksvision]

Some punkintyre boards 😌

Will be making more