#Cm Punk x Drew McIntyre

[livfastdieyoung69]

(wait…i have to pick?);*!

(can’t i just have both of you?);*!

[taydaq]

Here's my part of an art trade with @thlayli-ra! The full version is on y!gallery. But obviously, they've got a copy of the whole piece, haha. I really enjoyed working on this one! And can't wait to see what they have for me. 💙💙

[afterdarkprincess]

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[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

[salemshotspot]

i’m gonna need drew dominating punker

MILLION DOLLAR BODY TEN CENT BRAIN

Drew McIntyre x CM Punk

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

DESC: After 2024's Money In The Bank, Phil needs reminding exactly who he belongs to [based on a clip of Drew speaking to Punk; 'don't lower those eyes, look me in the eyes when you speak to me please']

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Not Proof Read//Characters Acting Out Of Character//A Bit Of Canon Type Asshole Punk//Swearing//Implied Ownership//Generic Pet Names//Choking With A Belt//Collaring With A Belt//Spitting//Masturbation//Dirty Talk//Degrading//Praise//Basically Mutual Masturbation//Punishment//Leg Humping//Brief Descriptions Of Aftercare//Reassurance

RED >> Quote

A/N >> Drop writing requests in my inbox and let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged in future fics

TAGS: anon @jobikinn @maskedhydra @lea22hp @xxrabiesxx

Enjoy!

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Drew knew that Phil was cocky by nature, he always has been and most likely always will be and Drew couldn't help but find it embarrassingly attractive; however, since their on screen feud began Phil's ego, his cockiness, had been getting out of hand. The two men had just arrived home after their segments in money in the bank, it had gone just as they had planned; Drew won his money in the bank briefcase and Phil turned up to ensure his partners win meant nothing by the time he was finished with him. Drew would never openly admit it but he loved their on screen dynamic, seeing Phil take charge on their on screen relationship knowing full well when the cameras stop rolling and it's just the two of them Phil was nowhere close to taking charge and Drew needed to remind him of that.

'Don't push it' Drew's voice echoed in a warning tone to which Phil chuckled; 'I'm just saying' Phil began, 'I don't think you'd be getting as much screentime if it wasn't for me.' Drew's eyebrow instinctively rose as he turned to Phil who had a smirk plastered across his face, 'it makes sense you know? Obviously you're great in the ring but no one can compete with me, they love me' Phil beamed. Drew knew Phil was just being an asshole, he was just stroking his own ego, but that didn't stop a light anger from growing in Drew's chest, he needed to remind Phil exactly who he was speaking to right now, exactly whose presence he was in.

Standing up from the chair he was sat in, Drew silently walked over to Phil, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of Drew walking over to him with an unreadable expression. As Phil fell silent as Drew grew closer Drew mockingly laughed 'no no carry on, keep telling how you are God's one and only gift to earth.' Phil stayed silent, feeling himself grow subtly aroused by Drew's presence now looming over his shrinking form. Grabbing Phil's chin and gently tilting it upwards, Drew suggested in a whisper, 'I think somebody needs to remember who he belongs to.' A light blush covered Phil's face which caused Drew to smirk, he could never grow tired of how innocent Phil's desperate eyes looked up at him.

Sitting down, Drew unbuckled his pants as he instructed Phil to sit on the floor, he needed his beautiful boyfriend at his mercy, he needed him clinging to his leg as if it was his one and only lifeline. As Phil settled on the floor, Drew's seated body towering over him making him feel ever so small, Drew slid his belt out of the hooks of his jeans before sliding the warm leather through his hands, his eyes agonisingly slowly darting between the belt and Phil's pale throat. 'So you want to use that pretty mouth to stroke your fragile little ego?' Drew mockingly questioned as he squoze the leather belt with his left hand, causing Phil to gulp in anticipation. 'No, I don't think that's the best use of that mouth darling, I think I'll be controlling what that mouth does until you learn how to use it properly' Drew muttered as he leant forward, effortlessly tightening the belt around Phil's throat. Before Drew moved any further he got his pointer and index finger and slid them between Phil's throat and the belt, ensuring that the man had enough space to breathe comfortably. Sensing Drew's subtle worry Phil ensured him that it wasn't too tight against his throat, causing Drew to hum happily, his fear leaving him.

Suddenly, Drew placed his free hand in front of Phil's face before commandingly uttering the word 'spit' to which Phil mindlessly obliged. Drew lightly chuckled at how desperate Phil was to obey him as he took his spit covered hand and slowly wrapped it around the base of his cock. Drew let out a breathy groan as he slowly slid his hand up and down the length of his cock; 'see how much good that mouth of yours can do sweetheart' Drew stuttered out as precum began to leak from his cock causing Phil to whimper, desperation rapidly taking over his senses.

Refusing to relent on his chase for his own pleasure Drew chuckled at how pathetic Phil looked at his feet; 'would you look at yourself, so desperate, I bet you don't even know what for do you? You see my cock and suddenly you can't even form a thought can you?' A deep blush covered Phil's face as Drew spoke, he couldn't argue with Drew, he knew he was right; feeling his own cock strain against his pants Phil desperately moaned out 'p-please.' 'Please what? Use your words sweetheart' Drew mocked. A wave of embarrassment washed over Phil, causing him to lower his head, feeling as if he hid his face Drew wouldn't hear the desperation in his voice

'Please Drew I nee-' Phil's plea was abruptly cut off by Drew who, with his free hand, yanked on the belt which encased Phil's neck, not letting up on his grip as he spoke, lightly choking Phil as well as forcing his eyes to meet his; 'don't lower those eyes' he commanded, 'look me in the eyes when you speak to me please' Drew 's gruff voice echoed throughout the room. Unable to look away from Drew due to Drew using his belt to force eye contact Phil swallowed his pride and choked out a string of desperate pleas; 'please Drew I need to feel you, I-I need you.' Drew gently pulled on his belt, bringing Phil's face mere centimetres from his own; 'how pathetic' Drew cooed, 'now after today I don't really think that desperate body of yours deserves this cock, seeming as though you're so much better than me you won't want it will you? You must be so great you can get yourself off all by yourself right?' Drew mocked as Phil mentally kicked himself for his earlier bragging which didn't seem worth it it now, his ego was boosted for a mere matter of minutes but for what? Just for him to end up practically groaning from the pain of his erection as his boyfriend, instead of helping him, uses it as a learning opportunity; Phil quietly cursed to himself under his breathe, he'd do anything to have his boyfriend right now in any capacity.

Seeing Phil mentally deconstruct himself was something Drew took sick pleasure in in moments like these, it was almost to have him falling apart himself. Gently pushing Phil back to the ground, momentarily releasing his hand from the belt a menacing smile grew on Drew's face before sighing; 'even now I bet you're far too focused on the blood rushing to your cock to think straight, so hungry for my cock', Drew's voice grew lower, 'but you don't deserve my cock, you can work your way up to that honour starting down there like a good, cock hungry slut.' Blushing, Phil cocked his head to the side like a curious dog, desperate to comprehend exactly what Drew was permitting him to do.

Drew meanly chuckled, 'are you so desperate to feel me you can't even understand when I'm giving your needy, sorry self a chance to prove to me you deserve to ever even see this cock you're so desperate for again.' The empty threat which fell from Drew's lips caused Phil's heart to momentarily drop before Drew finally revealed to Phil exactly what he was getting at; 'you need me so bad huh? Well you can use my leg to fuck your little brain out.' A deep blush covered Phil's face as his desperation clouded his senses, instinctively grinding his throbbing cock against Drew's leg as Drew chuckled, throwing his head back as he continued to stroke himself as Phil desperately rutted against him. As Phil let out a low string of whines, grunting, Drew mocked; 'does that feel good? Are you so needy all it takes is my leg to make you fall apart? You better get used to it pet because it's going to take you a long time to work your way back up to be allowed this cock.'

Blush deepening, Phil buried his face in Drew's lap, 'please, p-please' he desperately whined, with a light chuckle Drew responded, a brief softness washing over the man; 'you're doing so good baby, tell Drew what you want hmm?' With his senses becoming overwhelmed all Phil could do was whine as he frantically attempted to relieve himself against Drew, Drew comfortingly shushing Phil's whines were enough to send Phil over the edge; tightly gripping at Drew's leg as his orgasm finally hit, debilitating pleasure washing over the man as Drew instinctively ran his fingers through Phil's hair.

Once Phil had come down from his high he looked up at Drew, his eyes still clouded by lust, who was still gliding his hand up and down his cock in an attempt to chase his own high. Once sure Phil was ok, Drew lightly pulled on the belt around his throat, once again pleasantly choking him before speaking; 'you were that desperate to cum for me huh?' To which Phil quickly nodded, still pulling on the belt Drew continued, 'tell me how much you need me, tell me that you belong to me' Drew stuttered out. 'I'm nothing without you Drew' Phil began, 'you're the only person that can make me feel this good.' Close to his climax Drew moaned out, 'oh fuck- that's right baby you're all mine.' Phil watched as Drew's strokes grew more sporadic, watched as his eyes began to roll back into his head, he knew Drew was painfully close to his climax. Gently placing his head on Drew's lap, Phil softly whispered 'I love you'; those three words were more than enough to finally push Drew over the edge, all of a sudden his head was fully thrown back as his cock began to pulsate, coating itself in its own thick, white seed. His muscles tightening causing him to inadvertently begin pulling on the belt fashioned around Phil's throat once more, Drew stuttered out a string of curses, his breathing rapidly becoming more shallow.

Once his breathing had returned to normal Drew effortless pulled Phil from the floor onto his lap as he began undoing the belt around his throat before placing a gentle kiss to his forehead, his eyes scanning his body as he noticed the large, quickly drying stain on Phil's crotch. As Phil averted his eyes due to a subtle embarrassment Drew gently used his thumb to bring Phil's gaze back to his own; 'how about we go get you cleaned up darling?'

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A/N >> Sorry this has taken so long to get out I hope it was worth the wait! If you've requested any fics I haven't forgotten about them, I've just got a lot waiting to be written

[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

[ripleyflair]

in the squared circle, straight up "rubbin it" and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Our peanits together

[taydaq]

how would you feel about… bottom drew and mean dom cm punk… fluttering my eyes

I REALLY NEED BOTTOM DREW. LIKE... THAT CLIP OF HIM ON HIS KNEES. I just posted a preview of power bottom Punk, but soon I'll attempt a dom Punk!!

Put this big boy in his place!

[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]

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

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

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USE YOUR WORDS

Drew McIntyre x CM Punk

Song Fic

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

DESC: Punk helps Drew use his words after a night Drew would rather forget

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Swearing//Not Proof Read//Alcohol Mentions//Implied Mentions Of Being Drunk//Simultaneously Hate And Sympathy Fucking//Characters Acting Out Of Character//Hints Of Using Sex As A Coping Mechanism//Implied Self-Worth Issues//Angst If You Squint//Dog Collar And Chain//Implication Of Collaring As Ownership//Choking Via Collar And Chain//Generic Pet Names//Praise//Is It Still Cock Warming If It's In The Mouth//Leg Humping//One Case Of Slight Degrading//Oral//Slight Hint At Overstimulation

RED >> Song Lyrics

A/N >> This is set during 2024 Clast At The Castle and some of the song lyrics are changed ever so slightly to make grammatical sense :)

TAGS: @jobikinn [ik you wanted to be tagged in the upcoming punkintyre fic but I tagged you here too, lmk if you don't want to be tagged in other upcoming punkintrye fics :)]

Enjoy!

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Drew's heart raced as he finally pinned Damien and after fifteen long seconds passed a referee raced towards the ring and began counting Drew's pin, 'this is it' Drew thought, unable to contain his excitement. Drew was pulled from his excitement as the referee's hand hitting the ring didn't echo through his ears for a third and final time.

As Drew's head darted towards the referee his eyes widened in shock, his eyes must be playing a trick on him, he blinked quickly in an attempt to refocus his eyes but no matter how much he blinked the figure in front of him wouldn't change. It was Phil Brooks; it was the one man he couldn't bring himself to admit he didn't completely despise; CM Punk.

Blinded by his rage as Phil begins to taunt him, Drew took his focus from Damien and backed Phil into the corner of the ring, wrapping his large hand around Phil's neck, causing the man's mouth to contort into a triumph smirk. As Drew's hand tightens around Phil's neck, Phil kicked Drew as hard as he could between his legs, running out of the ring as a real referee made his way back to the ring. Consumed by pain and anger, Drew didn't notice as Damien threw himself over him, he didn't notice as the referee began to count, he didn't even fully notice he had just lost the title again, all he was focused on was getting out of the ring and finding Phil.

As Drew was making his way backstage he locked eyes with Paul 'Triple H' Levesque and to say Drew was angry would've been an offensive understatement. Before he could even form a single thought Drew was practically running towards the older man. 'What the fuck was that' Drew bellowed as he wasn't told Phil was going to be there, let alone be told he was going to once again ruin his chance at the title he knew that, more than anyone else in the company, he deserved. In an attempt to both calm and contain the situation Paul suggested that they continue the conversation in his office to which Drew reluctantly agreed.

'Seriously Paul what is going on?' Drew once again questioned, eliciting a small sigh from Paul who answered in a tired voice; 'it's nothing personal Drew-' he began. Before he could continue Drew cut him off angrily; 'nothing personal?' he mocked before continuing in disbelief, 'Paul this isn't the first time you've arranged for that smug bastard to cheat me out of a title, how is this not personal.' Still attempting to keep the situation calm Paul took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding to Drew; 'the fans absolutely love what you and Phil have going on at the moment, it was simply a wise business move to have him come in and ruin your chance at the title again.' Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing, yes he understood that it was a 'wise business move' to have this happen but he couldn't get over the fact he wasn't consulted about this, it was like no one cared about him as a person, they merely saw him as a pawn in this whole thing. Unable to mask his frustrations, tears began to pool in Drew's eyes due to the intense anger he was feeling; before Paul could say anything Drew muttered loudly, 'fuck this company' before storming out of the office.

The thought of finding Phil no longer fuelled the fire within Drew, all he wanted to do now was get drunk enough to forget this entire thing, to forget the entire company; without a second thought Drew left the arena and headed to a nearby pub, the one good thing about being humiliated in his home country is he knew the places where he could drown his sorrows like the back of his hand.

As the hours slowly ticked by Drew couldn't help but delve into his subconscious thoughts, his thoughts that were only ever coaxed out by the manipulative aid of alcohol. Drew's hatred for Phil was something that was always exaggerated in the ring, their relationship outside of the ring was something much more complex. There was something beautifully tragic about the way their souls were intertwined; it was almost as if to exist without each other would be to live the life of an irreligious martyr but to exist together would condemn them to a glorious demise in the name of self-destruction.

As Drew continued to both resent and find comfort in the way his very being ached for the same man that made him angry enough to be so irrational, the very man his mind was fixated in rushed into the pub; a subtle worry hidden behind his unwavering expression. As he made his way over to Drew, Drew stood up to leave, causing Phil to raise an eyebrow at him and encouraging him to stop being so stubborn and to sit back down to which Drew reluctantly complied knowing he was probably too drunk to safely make his way out of the pub in this state.

Once both men had sat down there was a brief moment of agonising silence before Phil broke the silence; 'I never had you down as a sore loser' he attempted to joke to lighten the mood to no one's amusement but his own. Letting out a long, defeated sigh Drew replied in what was barely a whisper; 'Don't Phil' he briefly paused 'Not today, any day but today.' Phil frowned, he's never seen Drew so defeated, so miserable, no matter what happened there was always a soft glint in his eye, a glint which was determined to prove to the world that it hasn't defeated him; but now that glint Phil loved to see was gone, drowning in a pool of alcohol and although he would never admit it, seeing Drew like this terrified Phil. 'Come on it can't be that bad' Phil insisted to which Drew scoffed, taking another large sip of his beer, 'Not that bad?' He practically shouted, 'that entire company sees me as a joke and you think it's not that bad' Drew spat out as he attempted to stop tears forming in his eyes before lowering his voice; 'you know they didn't even tell me you were coming out tonight?' He sadly muttered.

Phil didn't know what to say so he did the only thing he could do in this moment of vulnerability which he wasn't used to being allowed to see from anyone, especially Drew, he never thought Drew would trust him enough to let him see him like this; 'I'm sorry' Phil said softly, his words causing Drew's head to instinctively turn towards him, it wasn't every day Drew heard that from Phil, 'I didn't know no one had told you.'

There was something about Phil's simple words that in Drew's drunken state made him feel heard, that made him feel like for the first time in a painfully long time somebody valued him enough to believe he was a person worthy of hearing. 'You've always been good with your words' Drew began 'do you remember that time we were running through a promo a while ago and I kept messing up?' Phil hummed in curious agreement as Drew continued, 'you said I'm no good with words' he let out a self-deprecating laugh 'well I'm worse with them now.' Phil confirmed he remembered the interaction and prompted him to continue speaking, 'you know I tried to talk to Paul earlier and I ended up just crying at him' Drew confessed.

Phil noticed Drew was steadily spiralling the more he drank, leading to Phil offering to take Drew home before he declined further and luckily for both of the men Drew almost immediately agreed. Phil was deceitfully strong causing him to be able to pull Drew up and carry him to his car with ease.

Once Phil neared Drew's house he noticed Drew begin to grow restless; 'are you ok?' Phil asked; Drew wanted nothing more than to ask Phil to stay the night because as much as he, at least on some level, hated Phil, he hated himself so much more. Although Drew was screaming at himself to just speak his mind was suddenly weighed down with words that felt too overdramatic to ever speak to anybody, especially not Phil. Drew sighed, thinking to himself 'tonight can't get much worse' before weakly asking Phil to not leave him alone tonight.

Phil couldn't help but smirk as he helped him into his house, jokingly teasing Drew; 'I've barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic and you want to be stuck to my tongue.' Drew rolled his eyes instantly regretting saying anything, 'oh please Punk' Drew teased 'you couldn't be romantic if you tried' he declared with a light chuckle.

Now inside the house Phil corned Drew, backing him against a wall immediately matching the Scottish man's attitude; 'oh yeah McIntyre? Well no one should ever feel like the greatest man in the world can't be romantic.' The physical closeness of the two men made Drew blush as he felt Phil's breath move towards his ear as he whispered 'and if you're as bad with your words as you're saying I'll definitely be staying because I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.'

Drew tried to think of a smart response but he came up short, unable to say anything, to which Phil responded; 'well that settles it I'm staying, my words are clearly all that you have so you'll need them just to get by.' Drew couldn't stop his mouth contorting into a smile as Phil said he'd stay, deep down Drew knew if he was sober he wouldn't have wanted Phil to stay but he also knew that no matter what he thought about Phil he was the only person who could make him forget every thought that was determined to destroy him.

Phil smirked as Drew smiled, his dark eyes seemingly filling with warmth, suddenly an idea crept into Phil's mind. Gently cupping Drew's face in his hand Phil softly spoke; 'wait here' he requested as he quickly went back to his car. Over the weekend Phil had a photoshoot commemorating the two year anniversary of his AEW dog collar match with MJF meaning that he happened to still have his collar and chain he wore in the back of his car. Phil grabbed the cool leather collar and pulled it close to him, the chain rattling as it was yanked upwards, before heading back to Drew.

As Phil re-entered the house, dog collar in hand and devilish smile plastered across his face, Drew's eyes widened at the sight of the collar; 'you're crazy if you think that's going anywhere near me' Drew quickly spoke. Without missing a beat Phil replied with a mocking smirk; 'now now' he began sarcastically, 'you said you're getting worse with your words so I'm going to help you.' While unclasping the dog collar, reaching his arms around Drew's neck he whispered almost compassionately; 'it's the least I can do after tonight.'

As Phil fitted the collar around Drew's throat he couldn't help the way his cock began to strain against his pants as his eyes examined the way his collar tightly hugged the taller man's throat. Phil could barely contain himself, he'd always secretly fantasied about Drew in his collar but he never imagined he would look this good; the way the leather clung to his throat, ever so slightly too small for the man, not enough to choke him but enough to make its presence known, the way Drew's eyes widen as Phil wrapped the chain of the collar around his hand practically terrified to let go; Phil never thought Drew would look this good at his mercy.

Drew's voice pulled both men's attention back to the room; 'what exactly are you going to do?' Drew questioned with a hint of curious anxiety lacing his voice to which Phil let out a chuckle and replied in a teasing manner, 'I put a collar around that throat of yours and you lose your hearing?' As Drew pouted and lowered his head Phil gently tightened his grip on the chain and raised it upwards, causing Drew's head to involuntarily lift as the two men's eyes met; 'I said I'm going to help you with your words McIntyre' Phil repeated in a more dominant tone.

Drew was practically falling apart at the sound of Phil's voice; he knew deep down it wasn't healthy to crave Phil's touch whenever he felt down but the hatred he felt for the man was quickly outshone the second he felt Phil's eyes grow both lustful and full of pity; although he hated himself for craving Phil, he knew this was the life he loved to lead.

Phil effortlessly pulled on the chain in his hand leading Drew to the living room and seated himself on the couch. As Drew attempted to sit next to Phil, Phil placed his hand on Drew's chest and gently but firmly pushed him down, causing Drew to end up kneeling on the floor in front of the man who had an increasingly smug look painting his face.

Looking down at the man kneeling before him Phil couldn't help but smile as he ran his slender fingers through the man's black locks before speaking in a voice which Drew was desperate enough to perceive as loving; 'good boy' he mocked as he saw how willing Drew was to bend to his will. Drew wanted to roll his eyes, he wanted to tell Phil how much he hated him, he wanted to do anything, but he couldn't, all he could do was softly whimper as the praise falling from Phil's mouth caused Drew's cock to lightly twitch.

Embarrassed by his reaction to Phil's words, Drew muttered out; 'asshole' which caused Phil to laugh as he responded, 'come on now' he began, 'there's no need to be so miserable' he joked. Drew let out a quiet laugh that was heard by himself and only himself, if he was miserable like Phil joked, he wished more than anything that he could let go of his pride and hatred to let Phil know how misery loved him.

Noticing the way Drew was fidgeting in place as his cock was throbbing against the fabric of his pants, Phil decided that now was the perfect opportunity to start his attempt to help Drew with his words. Refusing to break eye contact with the man, Phil slowly unzipped his pants and slightly raised his hips momentarily to pull them down, slowly pulling his cock from his boxers as his pants fell around his ankles. As Phil pulled himself from his pants he slowly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping himself in his hand as his cock swiftly hardened.

As Phil's eyes alternated between slowly fluttering closed and reopening to reveal his glossed over eyes he noticed Drew's eyes fixated on his ever growing member as he instinctively gulped realising Phil's cock was in arms reach. As he reached out to wrap his hands around Phil, Phil gently swatted his hand away causing Drew to avert his eyes in shame; gently grabbing his chin Phil tilted Drew's head to look up at him before he spoke, 'use your words baby' he cooed.

Drew couldn't help but blush as he was filled with a sense of embarrassment and excitement; in any normal circumstance he would despise the smug look on the older man's face, he would stand up and walk away from Phil, vowing to never even look at the man again but this wasn't a normal circumstance; all Drew could think about was how much he needed to feel Phil, he needed to be as close to him as he could, he needed nothing more than the man he despised to make him complete. Swallowing his pride Drew begrudgingly mumbled 'I want to feel you.'

Refusing to break eye contact as he continued to pump himself into his hand Phil let out a low chuckle and teasingly spoke; 'I can't hear you' to which Drew repeated his words ever so slightly louder. Loudly tutting, Phil grabbed Drew's chin with his spare hand; 'this is worse than I thought' he began 'you're lucky I found you when I did, you need so much more help than I thought.' With a smug look on his face, Phil let the word 'open' fall from his lips. Drew silently followed Phil's command causing Phil to warmly mutter 'good' as he slowly slid himself into Drew's welcoming mouth.

As Phil continued to insert himself into Drew's mouth, Drew grasped at Phil's legs as his cock reached the back of his throat, obstructing his breathing. As Phil heard Drew gag as he grabbed at his legs he softly comforted the man; 'shh baby, breathe through your nose.' Once Phil was fully inserted into Drew he hummed in approval before pulling on Drew's chain to ensure he had his full attention. As Drew let out a soft gag as Phil pulled on his chain, Phil's voice lowered; 'now McIntyre I need you to listen' he uttered as Drew nodded slightly, 'you're going to learn how to use your words, lets start with a simple mouth exercise' Phil said unable to hold back a smirk, 'be good for me and keep that pretty mouth perfectly still.'

Drew had to use every ounce of self control he had festering inside of him to stop himself from desperately sucking on Phil's cock like a man starved of any and all sustenance. The feeling of Phil on his tongue was enough to make Drew's cock fully harden between his legs, all self control leaving him in an instant. With his voice muffled by Phil on his tongue Drew whined out the word 'leg', desperate to feel any kind of friction against his painfully hard member. Pride flushed Phil's face at the sight of Drew completely falling apart at his feet, pulling on Drew's chain, gently choking the man, Phil spoke with feigned compassion; 'full sentences baby.' Drew once again attempted to once again plead with Phil to permit him to use his leg for a brief second of friction, however Phil couldn't fully understand the words escaping Drew's mouth so he slowly pulled himself from Drew, both frowning at the loss of contact.

'Please' Drew whined, 'I need you', he blushed 'I need you to make me feel good.' There was something about Drew completely undone that Phil couldn't get enough of, pulling Drew up by his chain hard enough to have Drew leaning over his lap, Phil seductively whispered; 'well I have always been one for positive reinforcement and since you asked so nicely', he gently pushed Drew back to the floor, 'of course you can use my leg to get off like a dumb little mutt' Phil harshly teased. Completely overcome by his desire to ease the pain between his legs, Drew completely ignored the way Phil revelled in his degradation and eagerly attached himself to the man's legs, gaining a soft chuckle from Phil.

As Drew slowly started to grind against Phil's leg he couldn't stop himself from whimpering as both his speed and desperation grew. 'You look so pretty like this' Phil declared as he sunk into the sofa in order to get a better view of Drew rutting against him. The sound of Phil's voice alone was almost enough to push Drew over the edge and he knew it; Hiding his blushing features in the seated man's leg Drew whined out in a desperate tone, 'going to' his words trailed off.

Phil knew exactly what Drew meant but he was going to hear the man say it even if it killed him; abruptly sitting upwards in order to get a better grip on the chain he was holding, he pulled Drew to his feet, eliciting an upset whine from the collared man. 'Now why don't you show me a little bit of spine you've been saving for your mattress' Phil mockingly questioned as he pulled on Drew's chain, lightly choking him as his face edged closer to Phil's.

Deep down Drew couldn't ignore the debilitating feeling that Phil was only doing all of this out of pity but right now all Drew needed was sympathy from Phil and he didn't care how real it was. Practically pleading, Drew looked down at Phil, uttering the words, 'I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.' As Drew spoke Phil couldn't help but notice a sadness in the man's eyes; he knew Drew needed this.

Showing what felt like the first ounce of genuine kindness Drew had received in a long time Phil gently rubbed the man's face before gently leading him upstairs to Drew's bedroom, signalling for the chained man to sit on the bed. Once Drew had sat down at the top of the bed Phil, for the first time all evening, let the chain fall from his hand before slowly crawling towards Drew from the foot of the bed. Once he had crawled to Drew, situating himself between Drew's legs, Phil leant forward to place a gentle kiss on the man's lips. Without saying a word Phil unzipped Drew's pants, softly pulling the man's painfully throbbing cock from his pants. Drew was growing desperate, he had been so close to spilling over for what felt like hours; 'please' he began to plead 'please make it feel better' he whined, causing Phil to slowly wrap both of his hands around Drew's member. Before Drew could react to the sensation of Phil's cold hands making contact with his hot member Phil was already gracefully wrapping his mouth around the cock in his hands.

Phil easily started sliding Drew in and out of his mouth, eliciting a string of 'oh fuck' and 'yes' to fall from Drew's mouth. After mere seconds of Phil feeling pleased with the sounds falling from Drew's lips Drew balled his hands into fists as he practically moaned out; 'Phil I'm going to cum.' Drew's needy, desperate tone was addictive to Phil, he could tell the extent of the stimulation Drew was feeling was becoming too much for the man so, instinctively, Phil soothingly rubbed Drew's thigh.

This simple touch was enough to finally push Drew over the edge; as he finally climaxed Drew choked out a moan as his back involuntarily arched, as his orgasm washed over him, Drew desperately grabbed for Phil's hand to help him through a painfully enjoyable orgasm.

Phil easily swallowed the seed Drew released into his mouth as he felt Drew grab at his hand like it was his lifeline, intertwining his fingers with Drew's, Phil slid Drew out of his mouth using his free hand to wipe his mouth, never even trying to remove his hand from Drew's.

'See how good it feels when you use your words' Phil proudly teased; Drew wanted to reply in an equally sarcastic manner but before he could he was overcome with a tired feeling, his mouth letting out a content yawn. Phil smiled and lightly teased; 'is someone tired out?' As he went to get up to leave Drew to sleep, Drew tightened his grip causing Phil to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

Drew's heavy eyes glanced down to Phil's pants, the hardness of his cock painfully evident; 'what about you?' Drew muttered, causing Phil to chuckle, 'well aren't you just the sweetest when you're all fucked out?' Phil cockily praised him before kneeling down to Drew's eye level; 'don't you worry about me McIntyre, get some rest.'

It was in rare moments like this that the hatred both men held in their hearts melted away which was partly why Phil was so adamant on leaving; there was a part of him buried deep down that couldn't put himself through waking up tomorrow to Drew's face contorted in disgust as he remembers what had just happened, he couldn't put himself through the both of them swearing that this was the last time they'd ever cross paths.

As Phil reached the bedroom door he heard what he swore were tears threatening to choke Drew where he lay as the half asleep man quietly spoke; 'please don't leave me tonight' he choked out, causing Phil to freeze in place. Phil sighed quietly to himself knowing no matter what he did he'd be sure to regret it. Looking over at Drew, Phil couldn't help but notice how broken he looked, he couldn't leave him, not like this. Forcing a smile onto his face Phil, softly uttered an 'ok' as he walked over to the bed to Drew's internal relief. As Phil crawled onto the bed and got himself comfortable he opened his arms for Drew to wrap himself in; he always felt so safe wrapped in Phil's arms. Before Drew fell asleep he pulled at the collar on his neck in an attempt to remove it, however before he could do so Phil grabbed his hand and moved it away from his throat, whispering into Drew's ear 'I'll remove your chain but not the collar, you'll need a reminder in the morning exactly who you belong to.'

Phil removed Drew's chain, gently tossing it to the ground before placing a soft kiss on Drew's head as he fell into the first good sleep he's had in a long time; hopefully one day things will be different, hopefully one day the two men can bring themselves to commit to each other in the way they both know they need to.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this took so long to get out IDK HOW THIS GOT SO LONG AND IM SO SORRY ITS AWFUL, drop writing requests in my inbox :)

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