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CM Punk / WRESTLEMANIA POST SHOW.

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"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

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PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

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oh my GOD?

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just thought of what kind of father ash would be and oh he would definitely teach his kid how to prank people like a pro

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this entire video package made me bawl my eyes out i’m so serious.

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asher core

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this yall's man??

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THIS VIDEO FROM 3 HOURS AGO???

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even with that signature grumpy look still lingering on his face, as soon as she flashed the mirror toward him, asher’s scowl shifted— just a little. the messier, more punked—out look she gave him? yeah, it fucking worked. he stared at his reflection for a beat, a low hum of approval slipping past his lips as he ran a hand through the freshly tousled spikes. he’d never admit it out loud, but damn— she knew what she was doing. his gaze flicked to her, catching the smug look on her face just before she opened her mouth. he rolled his eyes, exaggerated and dramatic, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

❛ ha. ha. i’ve been thinking about it, actually. ❜ ⠀ the words were dry, casual, like he hadn’t secretly mulled over the idea of switching up his look for weeks now. bleach the tips, maybe roughen up the edges— nothing too wild. he stood from the seat, stretching out his back with a grunt before grabbing his keys off the counter and slinging his jacket over his arm.

as he stepped toward the door, he paused. something hit him mid—step, and he glanced back at her, that same smirk settling into place again, cocky, lazy, but laced with something lighter underneath. ⠀ ❛ ya’ know… you could come with me to practice. ❜ ⠀ his tone was smooth, casual, but there was a flicker of real invitation there. he raised a brow, waiting, eyes locked on hers. ⠀ ❛ it’d be nice to have someone else to bother for once. ❜ ⠀ he added with a shit—eating grin, wiggling his brows like he was daring her to say no. truth was, he didn’t need her to come. he just wanted her there. and that was rare for him. but hell.. he figured she already knew that.

asher let out an exaggerated sigh, loud and dragged out, as he finally gave in and straightened the crooked poster behind him— more to get @survivordoe off his back than anything else. he muttered something under his breath, barely audible, but obeyed her request nonetheless. the last thing he needed right now was her hovering over his damn hair. he liked it the way it was.

his eyes flicked toward her with clear irritation, brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. he scratched absentmindedly at his ink-covered arm, fingers brushing over the fading smudges of black and blue from a half-finished design. minutes passed. not enough for him to cool down. he groaned out loud this time, frustration crawling up his spine as he glared at her like she’d just kicked his dog. ⠀ ❛ oh come on, ri— do you really need to fix my hair right now? ❜

the complaint rolled off his tongue, half-whined, half-defeated, as he tried his best not to squirm while her fingers moved through the strands he actually thought looked good today. seriously, why today? of all days, why did she have to get all perfectionist on his hair when he’d finally— FINALLY nailed the right kind of messy? yeah, most days he didn’t give two shits about how it looked, but today? today it was actually working for him.

his jaw clenched slightly as he glanced toward the clock and muttered, more to himself than to her— ⠀ ❛ i’m already late for practice. ❜ ⠀ and there it was— that familiar mix of guilt and irritation pulling at him. he wasn’t mad at her, not really. he just hated when things felt out of his control. and right now, his hair being in her hands? yeah, that was fucking personal.

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

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❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞

❝ how long have i been awake? ❞

❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞

❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞

❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞

❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞

❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞

❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞

❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞

❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞

❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞

❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞

❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞

❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞

❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞

❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞

❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞

❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞

❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞

❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞

❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞

❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞

❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞

❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞

❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞

❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞

❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞

❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞

❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞

❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞

❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞

❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞

❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞

❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞

❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞

❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞

❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞

❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞

❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞

❝ my body aches like grief. ❞

❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞

❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞

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listening to cult of pers.onality while writing. ash's spirit is taking over atp

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his brows knit together at her sudden request, not in irritation— more out of surprise. it caught him off guard, sure, but not in a bad way. it wasn’t that he minded, not really. it just wasn’t in his nature to jump the second someone batted their lashes at him. even if she was stunning. he had self—control, as fucked up and inconsistent as it was. but her? this particular pretty face, the one currently standing way too close and looking up at him like she already knew he’d say yes. fuck, he’d take her wherever she wanted. even if it was off the goddamn map.

a ride to somewhere unknown? mysterious.. he could work with that. but still, he wasn’t the type to say yes without knowing what he was getting dragged into. ⠀ when her hand slid down to his chest, his eyebrow quirked. his own hand was already resting against the side of her face, thumb tracing absent patterns across her cheekbone. a low, amused chuckle slipped past his lips, the kind that hinted he was enjoying this a little more than he should. a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, softening the sharpness in his eyes, betraying whatever facade of indifference he was trying to hold up.

he tilted his head back slightly, blue eyes still locked on hers, letting himself straighten up just enough to put on a fake moment of thought. he hummed, dragging it out, thumb still stroking her cheek like he wasn’t already sold. then he leaned back in— close enough to feel the space buzz between them. ⠀ ❛ yeah? where do ya’ wanna go? ❜ ⠀ his voice was low, casual, but there was a heat behind it, a playful edge that never quite left his tone. the smirk didn’t leave his face for even a second.

his hand slid down to the side of her neck, his thumb now brushing along her jawline— slow, deliberate. ⠀ ❛ it’s pretty late. ❜ ⠀ he added with a teasing lilt, voice dipping slightly. not that it mattered. she could’ve asked him to drive her to the fucking moon, and he’d be halfway to the car already. whatever this was, she wasn’t a drag on his day. she was the only part of it that actually felt like something.

asher looked down at her, the slightest smirk tugging at his lips as he felt her fingers graze his bicep— bare, warm, and still a little tense from earlier training. maybe throwing on a sleeveless shirt wasn’t such a bad idea after all. hell, it felt like a move now. a low chuckle rumbled from his chest as his blue eyes locked with hers, unwavering, teasing. there was something dangerous in the way he stared— like he already knew exactly what @devilscheck was thinking, and was daring her to admit it. he shook his head slowly, grin spreading wider across his face.

he was towering over her, the heat rolling off his body like a slow, steady burn. his inked hand moved up between them, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing against her cheek before gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. his touch ( despite everything else about him ) was disarmingly soft, almost careful. and that’s what fucked with people the most. because as much of a jackass as asher could be, there was always this side of him— quiet, almost tender, wrapped in that cocky smirk of his. ⠀ ❛ what are you tryin’ to get into, ❜ ⠀ he muttered, voice low and thick with something heavy, laced with that familiar teasing that never really left his tone.

asher was a FUCKING MENACE when it came to this shit, never letting a moment pass without turning it into a game, a dare, a slow—burn flirtation that made it impossible to look away. he leaned in closer, close enough that she could feel the breath against her skin, close enough that it would make someone's stomach twist. ⠀ ❛ huh, jen? ❜ ⠀ her name lingered on his tongue like a dare, slow and smooth, just a little too familiar.

he could feel the shift in the room, how the air had gone thick, almost too warm. the tension coiled between them like a wire pulled tight. and of course, without missing a beat, he flicked at his lip piercing with his tongue— also pierced, because of course it fucking was— like he knew exactly what it did to people. asher was all sharp edges and subtle heat, always toeing the line between infuriating and irresistible. and fuck, he knew it.

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

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i present to you.. baby asher LMAOO