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MUSES: jon moxley, kaysin fletcher (younger brother of kyle), tatiana kingston (eddie kingston's sister), ricky saints, corey graves, & more to come.

#THIS IS A LOW TO MEDIUM ACTIVITY, SELECTIVE MULTI-MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG containing a handful of muses from different companies and original characters. Muses are penned by Dun. 30. They/Them. THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY MINOR FREE so do not interact unless you are 21+. Blogs that interact with no age will immediately be blocked on sight.

This blog will contain NSFW, as well as triggering themes such as violence, gore, drug use and others. Proceed with caution. All I ask is that you: READ MY RULES AND CHECK MY MUSE LIST BEFORE INTERACTING. Heart this post if you have, and choose a muse and we’ll get started~ ⚔️

There were a few unspoken rules when traveling with the Jackass crew.

1. Don’t leave your stuff unattended — it will be tampered with.

2. Don’t fall asleep with your shoes on — someone will draw a dick on your face.

3. And most importantly: if you’re gonna handle your business, lock the damn door.

Unfortunately, that last one had slipped your mind.

You’d thought everyone was outside — filming some half-baked stunt involving rollerblades, oil, and a kiddie pool. The house was empty. Quiet. For once. So you'd taken the rare moment to blow off some steam. Literally. You were sprawled on the couch, fingers down the front of your sweats, eyes closed and head tipped back, chasing that edge with your lip between your teeth.

Then the door creaked open.

“Hey, have you seen—oh.”

You froze.

Standing there, very much not outside with the others, was Chris Pontius, shirtless as usual, holding a water bottle like he hadn’t just caught you red-handed.

Your whole body went rigid. “Shit—Chris—!”

He blinked. Then smiled. Like that wicked, sun-soaked grin he always had when he was about to do something insane on camera.

“I gotta say,” he drawled, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him like he wasn’t just making everything worse, “did not expect to find you like this, but I’m not complaining.”

“Get out!” you hissed, scrambling to pull your hand free and straighten your shirt. Your face was burning. Your entire soul wanted to melt into the damn couch cushions.

But Chris just chuckled and held up his hands. “Relax, sweetheart. Just surprised, that’s all. Kinda flattered too, not gonna lie.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Chris—”

“Hey, no judgment. Everyone’s got needs.” He dropped into the armchair across from you like this was a casual Tuesday conversation and not your absolute nightmare. “But next time? Lemme help. You shouldn’t have to take care of that alone.”

Your stomach flipped.

He wasn’t teasing. Not really. There was something in his tone—lazy and playful, but laced with heat. With intent.

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. You were still trying to breathe like a normal person.

Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You want me to walk out, I will. But if you want me to help you finish what you started…”

He let the offer hang, the silence electric.

You bit your lip again—this time for a whole different reason.

“…Lock the door,” you whispered.

His grin stretched wider as he stood up, already moving.

“Now that’s the smartest thing anyone’s said all day.”

Chris flipped the lock with a flick of his fingers, that signature mischievous smirk still tugging at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t say anything at first — just looked at you like you were the most entertaining thing in the room, which, considering the usual company, might actually be true.

You sat there frozen for a heartbeat, legs still drawn up, heart hammering in your chest.

Then:

“You always that worked up when we’re out filming, or is this just a special occasion?” he asked, walking toward the couch with a slow swagger. Like he had all the time in the world to tease you — and every intention of doing exactly that.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, embarrassed but... maybe a little turned on by how bold he was. Okay, a lot turned on.

“And yet,” he said, kneeling in front of you with that lazy grin, “here I am. And there you are. Still wet?”

You blinked. “You’re insane."

Chris shrugged. “Never claimed otherwise.”

Before you could reply, his hands slid up your thighs, confident and unhurried. He waited, eyes on yours — checking in. Giving you one last out.

You didn’t take it.

Instead, you shifted your legs just enough to invite him in. His grin turned downright wolfish.

"Atta girl,” he murmured.

His fingers found the waistband of your sweats and slipped beneath, and holy hell, this man didn’t play games. He touched you like he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was infuriating — mostly because it worked.

“You were really worked up,” he said lowly, his tone half teasing, half reverent. “You been sitting on this all day?"

Your only answer was a choked sound that barely qualified as a yes.

Pontius curled his fingers just right, slow and dirty, and you let your head fall back against the cushions with a quiet moan. He kept going — steady, firm, talking you through every second like he was doing some sweet, filthy voiceover.

“You’re lucky I found you first,” he murmured, “can you imagine if Steve-O’d walked in? Or Bam? Jesus.”

You actually whined — mostly from the embarrassment of the thought, but also because he’d paused his fingers.

“Relax,” he chuckled, “I’ve got you.”

His hand started moving again, and now your hips were rocking up to meet him. You were close — too close, too fast — and he knew it.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered. “C’mon, baby. Let ‘em hear you.”

"Chris—”

And that was it.

You came hard, with his name tangled in your teeth and your hands gripping the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing grounding you to the earth.

He didn’t stop until your legs trembled.

Then he pulled his hand free, licking his fingers like the absolute menace he was, and gave you a wink.

“That’s what I call a successful intervention.”

You stared at him, breathless. “You are so gonna get punched for this.”

Chris just grinned and flopped back onto the couch beside you.

I should've clarified a little better — I meant roleplay, not writing fics. However, I've also been thinking about creating a Tumblr for this in the Jackass fandom, so we'll see how this goes.

Caught Red-Handed (Literally)

The room was loud. That brand of Jackass chaos where laughter bounced off the walls, drinks spilled, and someone was already limping from a failed stunt.

You sat at the far end of the long table, squished between a cameraman and him — all Southern grin and trouble in a leather jacket. Knoxville had been buzzing all day, cracking jokes, nursing a fresh bruise on his collarbone, and letting his knee graze yours beneath the table like it meant nothing. Like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

You were flushed, but not from the cheap beer or the crew’s antics.

It started subtle. His fingers brushed against your thigh while he reached for his drink. Then they lingered. Then they pressed. By the time someone across the table tossed a half-eaten slice of pizza like a frisbee, his hand was fully under your skirt.

You bit the inside of your cheek, hard.

"You're awfully quiet tonight," Steve-O called out, pointing at you with a wet straw he’d been chewing on like a psychopath. “Usually you’re cackling at Knoxville’s dumbass. What gives?”

"Probably sick of me,” Knoxville quipped, all innocent-like, even as his fingers curled inside you beneath the table.

You glared at him. He smiled. Bastard.

The table rattled slightly as he adjusted, trying to play casual while making it impossible for you to breathe evenly. You grabbed your drink and sipped like your life depended on it.

"You good?" Bam asked from a few seats down, eyes narrowing. "You look... like you just saw God or something."

You choked.

Knoxville’s hand paused — then moved deeper.

You nearly kicked him under the table, but your legs were jelly. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in and whispered, “You’re doing so good, darlin’. Keep quiet for me, yeah?”

Your hand shot out and clutched the edge of the table so hard it made a thud.

“What the hell?” Chris said. “Did the table just move?”

Everyone looked over.

Knoxville’s arm was still suspiciously low, and you were clearly not okay. The crew’s expressions shifted in slow motion — confusion, realization, then pure chaos.

Steve-O stood up and pointed dramatically. “DUDE. DUDE. Are you finger-banging them at the table right now?!”

Knoxville didn’t even flinch. “Depends,” he said, grinning. “Did I get caught?”

Your face hit the table with a groan, mortified and boneless.

The crew erupted — half howling, half cheering, a few gagging for dramatic effect.

"You sick, twisted perv!" Dave yelled. “I eat at this table, man!”

“You’ve done worse on this table,” Knoxville shot back, finally pulling his hand back and wiping it off with a napkin like it was nothing.

“Get a damn room!” someone shouted.

Knoxville just laughed, leaned over, and whispered in your ear again, “Next time, I’m bringing a tablecloth.”

You couldn’t even glare at him properly through the fog in your head.

But your hand found his under the table anyway, fingers lacing with his, and you squeezed.

Payback was coming.

And next time?

fandoms i'd like to write

degrassi

wrestling

horror

tvd

sam & colby

a ─ after care. do they take care of each other after sex ? how ?

ambrollins response:

after care for ambrollns would be an intense mix of physical grounding, emotional reassurance, and an unspoken understanding built on years of history. they both have layers—walls built from pain, ambition, and the constant need to prove themselves—so their aftercare wouldn’t just be about the physical, but also about reaffirming their bond in a way that neither of them would openly admit they crave.

jon isn’t one for flowery words, but he’s deeply intuitive. he knows exactly what seth needs before seth even realizes it himself. if things got rough, jon would be the first to check for bruises, running his calloused fingers over every mark with possessively, a quiet “you good?” grumbled under his breath. he wouldn't press for a verbal answer—seth could nod, hum, or just lean into him, and that would be enough.

physical closeness is key. he’d drag seth against his chest, one heavy arm slung over him, keeping him locked in place like he’s afraid seth might disappear if he lets go. his way of grounding would be simple—his body weight pressing seth into the mattress, his breath against the back of seth’s neck, the occasional gruff “breathe, babe. you’re good.” he wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t rush to clean up. just exist in the aftermath with him, letting the quiet settle between them like a second skin.

if seth needed water or a towel, jon would groan about it but still get up to grab it. he’d be lazy about it, tossing the bottle onto seth’s chest with an amused smirk, but the sentiment would be there. he wouldn’t let seth slip too far into his own head. if seth started overthinking—about the match, about them, about anything—jon would nip it in the bud with a rough kiss or a muttered, “shut up, you think too much.”

Shared Aftercare Dynamic:

jon isn’t great at sappy words like seth, but his actions make up for it.

jon grounds seth physically, keeping him still, making sure he doesn’t drift.

seth reassures jon emotionally, pulling him back from whatever he might be feeling.

water bottles lazily tossed, teasing remarks masking genuine concern.

clinging without admitting they’re clinging.

silence that speaks volumes.

their aftercare isn’t pretty or structured, but it’s real. it’s them.

cikp response;

aftercare for baron corbin and corey graves in a master/brat tamer & brat/slave dynamic would be deeply rooted in control, reassurance, and the power exchange that defines their relationship. given their established roles, aftercare wouldn’t just be about tending to physical needs but also reinforcing their dynamic—making sure corey feels properly put in his place while still being cared for, and ensuring baron feels satisfied in his control over him.

corey might still test the waters, even during aftercare. he can’t help it—it’s in his nature. but there’s a shift—his brattiness dims into submission, contentment. he craves baron’s approval more than he lets on, and in the quiet moments after, he’d seek it without outright begging for it. there are occasions when corey will even be completely obedient instead of bratty.

needing to be owned: aftercare for corey is about knowing he is safe and belongs. he’d curl into baron, pressing his face into his chest or thigh, hands gripping onto whatever part of him he can. he wouldn't say it out loud, but he wants to be held in place, wants baron to remind him he's his.

seeking validation: if he was extra mouthy before, he might mumble, “still hate me?” all smug, but really, he just wants reassurance. wants to hear baron growl something like, “i own you, brat. you know that.”

physical comfort: once he’s fully settled, he’d get clingy but pretend he’s not. let baron run his fingers through his hair, maybe stroke his back lazily. sometimes even fiddle with the eternal collar that baron gave him to wear 24/7, as a silent reminder of his place.

shared aftercare dynamic:

baron staying in control even in the aftermath. he doesn’t let corey fully relax until he says so.

corey secretly loving being put back in his place, even when he pretends to resist.

lazy touches, lingering possession. baron making sure corey doesn’t move too far away, corey pressing into the touch but acting like it’s no big deal.

teasing afterglow. corey might still push buttons, but it’s softer now—less about rebellion and more about playing into their dynamic.

power exchange even in the smallest gestures. corey waiting for baron’s approval, baron making sure corey doesn’t drift.

being rewarded after the fact. baron will sometimes reward corey for being a good boy and acting obediently.

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks ? Do they often have unprotected sex ? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares ?

ambrollins response:

oh, absolutely. breeding would one hundred percent be a kink for them, but in a way that’s deeply tanged up in their emotions, their history, and that unspoken need to claim and consume each other completely.

for jon, it’s primal. he’s always been the type to take what’s his, to mark what belongs to him, and there’s nothing more raw and possessive than filling seth up and making sure he stays that way. It’s not just about the act itself—it’s about the idea of leaving a part of himself inside seth, making sure he knows he’s owned, even after it’s over. 

they constantly have unprotected sex due to them getting off on that messy, possessive, skin-to-skin connection. seth loves feeling it drip out of him afterward, and jon loves shoving it back in, keeping it there, making sure seth knows exactly what he did to him. it definitely helps that seth can’t realistically get pregnant anyway, even if jon will sometimes tease about how his cum is magical and it could happen.

cikp:

for baron and corey, breeding would absolutely be a kink—but in a way that plays into their power dynamic rather than just raw instinct. it wouldn’t just be about the act itself; it would be about control, ownership, and the psychological aspect of being “claimed.”

it’s not just about sex—it’s about marking corey in a way he can’t escape. breeding is the ultimate way to prove who owns him, who gets to decide what happens to his body. baron would talk corey through it, make him acknowledge it, make him thank him for it. corey very obviously loves that so much. unprotected sex happens often. it’s not just about the physical pleasure—it’s about the psychological ownership.

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ?  Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ?  Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

i think it’s safe to say for both ships that if corey or seth even tried suggesting wearing a condom, baron and jon would probably laugh in their face before flipping their boy over then railing them into the mattress. 

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

ambrollins response:

jon has always had a wild fucking imagination, and when it comes to seth? it’s worse. jon doesn’t even have to be thinking about it—he just passes out after a brutal match, bruised and exhausted, and suddenly he’s there. it’s a scenario that they have already experimented with before, but jon would absolutely love to bring his husband back to a sex dungeon to fulfill this dream specifically.

the dream always has a dimly lit surrounding, just enough to cast deep shadows, to make everything feel dangerous, intimate. leather, steel, the soft hum of distant music vibrating through the walls. the air is thick with heat, with the scent of sweat and submission.

and there’s seth in his pink bdsm harness.

naked. kneeling.

wrists shackled above his head, chains rattling every time he shifts.  

his chest is marked—faint bruises, a few fresh red lines where jon’s crop had struck. his thighs are shaking, slick with sweat, with need. his lips are kiss-bitten, swollen, parted just enough to let out a shuddery breath.

mox takes his time.

he circles, boots heavy against the concrete floor, drinking in the sight of him.  

seth doesn’t look away—but there’s a flicker of hesitation, of defiance.  

and mox? he lives for that.

he drags gloved fingers down seth’s throat, applying the lightest pressure. just enough to remind him who’s in control.

“gonna fight me, baby?” mox murmurs, voice low, taunting.  

seth exhales sharply. “always.”

CRACK.

the riding crop lands against his thigh—sharp, precise. seth gasps, back arching.

mox chuckles. “yeah? we’ll see about that.”

he moves behind him now, pressing two fingers into the mess between seth’s legs, smearing it across his skin.

seth moans—loud, desperate, wrecked.

mox leans in, lips grazing his ear. “you’re already shaking, sweetheart.”

seth glares at him through the haze of lust, jaw clenched, but he doesn’t speak. he knows better.  

mox grips his chin, tilting his face up. “tell me what you want.”

seth shudders but doesn’t answer.

jon grins, dragging his teeth down seth’s throat before delivering another sharp slap to his ass.

seth whimpers, thighs pressing together, trying so fucking hard not to beg.

mox bites at his earlobe, voice barely above a whisper.

“come on, baby. say it.”

silence.

and then, finally—

“please.”

that’s all mox needs.  

the real fun is just getting started.

cikp response:

when it comes to a sex dream that corey has about baron, it’s already been discussed before actually. he wants to be sprawled out on the bed, body bare, glistening under the soft glow of the led lights that he set up just for this. his laptop is open in front of him, the chat blowing up with messages, tips, desperate pleas.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, corey.”

“bet you’d sound so good moaning my name.”

“god, i’d do anything for a taste.”

he knows exactly what they want.

exactly what they’ll never get.

because this? this is all for baron.

and baron knows it.  

he’s just off-screen, watching, arms crossed, that slow, cocky smirk curving his lips.

corey’s been teasing his audience for weeks—whimpering, playing with himself just enough to drive them wild, but never letting them see everything. never giving them what they want.

because that’s not for them.

that’s for baron.

“what’s the matter?” corey taunts, dragging his fingers down his chest, playing up the tease. “you thought i’d actually let you see? let you have me?”

the chat erupts—pleading, begging, sending tip after tip.

and that’s when baron finally steps in.

the bed dips under his weight, his hand gripping corey’s jaw, forcing him to look up.

“you really think you fuckin’ losers deserve to see him like this?” baron sneers, eyes flicking to the camera, voice dripping with mockery.

the messages start flooding in even faster, but corey barely registers them—

because baron’s pulling him into a bruising kiss, gripping his throat, tilting his head back just to make him shudder.

“look at you,” baron chuckles, fingers trailing lower, teasing the edge of corey’s waistband. “so fuckin’ desperate. but not for them, huh?”

corey gasps, nods, thighs clenching.

“only for you.”

baron smirks against his ear, voice low, dark.

“yeah. and that’s why they’re gonna keep paying, keep begging—”

his grip tightens, making corey whimper.

“—and they’ll still never have you.”

rather or not this would actually be a reality is up for some debate at the moment. corey’s already halfway there, considering he already has onlyfans. he thrives on the attention, on the tease, on the idea of making every thirsty asshole online ache for something they’ll never get. baron? he doesn’t like to share. he doesn’t like the idea of someone getting to see the faces that corey makes when he’s moaning. although corey believes that if baron could get past that, the power trip may be intoxicating to baron. the idea of making every single one of corey’s simps suffer—knowing that at the end of the day, corey is his and only his? yeah. he’d fucking love it.  

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ?  Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ?  Any experiments gone wrong ?

ambrollins response:

jon is always down to push limits–his or seth’s. he thrives on the unknown, on risk, on the thrill of seeing how far they can go before one of them breaks. he has thought about sensory deprivation–tying seth up, blindfolding him, muffling his ears, and making him just feel. he wants to see seth completely vulnerable, no control, no anticipation, just raw sensation.

far as any experiments gone wrong go, jon got too into a choking scene once. he misjudged seth’s limit, held on a second too long. seth came back fine, but the look on mox’s face afterward? like he was two seconds away from throwing up. they didn’t talk about it, but mox was extra careful for weeks.

cikp response:

corey would absolutely be willing to experiment! he loves pushing limits, testing boundaries, and seeing just how far he can get under baron’s skin before he snaps. he gets off on the idea of playing with fire and daring baron to burn him. i can’t really think of any other thing that corey is tempted to try at the moment though.

something that went wrong for them once was corey tried pain play without really discussing limits first when they’d began hooking up. he thought he could handle more than he could, but baron went a little too hard. corey laughed it off, but the next morning, the bruises were a bit too real, a bit too much. baron felt like absolute shit.

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ?  Was any of them nervous ?  Did it live up to their expectations ?

ambrollins response:

the first time wasn’t romantic. it wasn’t slow, or tender, or anything resembling what two people in love might call “making love.” it was raw, messy, a little desperate seeing as how jon had purposely followed seth to fcw in order to get close with him since jimmy jacobs had refused to give jon seth’s number.

however, jimmy could even inform you that the two of them hooking up at some point was inevitable.

the second that they were alone outside, standing next to mox’s beat-up car in the dimly lit parking lot, it just happened.

they didn’t take their time. they didn’t have time. the window fogged up, the car rocked with every movement, and by the end of it, seth was grinning like he’d just won the goddamn world title, while mox cooly lit up a cigarette to smoke afterwards.

it was good. better than either of them expected. but it wasn’t just about the sex. it was the way they couldn’t stop looking at each other afterward.

cikp response:

corey hadn’t planned on getting fucked that night, considering punk and him were fighting. but then again, he hadn’t planned on cock-blocking baron, either–it just felt like the funniest thing to do at the time due to how intoxicated corey was.

baron had been working on some girl all night, looking smug as hell about it. corey, feeling particularly obnoxious, strolled up, slung an arm around him, and started talking. loud. annoying. over-the-top. he watched the girl get more and more put off until she finally wandered off, leaving baron seething.

corey laughed. “What? You looked like you needed help.”

baron didn’t laugh. didn’t say anything. just grabbed corey by the arm and dragged him upstairs to one of the empty bedrooms.

corey was still smirking when baron shoved him against the door.

he didn’t expect it to go that way. didn’t expect baron to kiss him like he was punishing him for something. like he had something to prove. but corey was quick to adapt–because if baron wanted to prove a point? corey was more than happy to let him try.

baron was rough. not because he didn’t know how to be with a guy, but because he was pissed. pissed at corey for running his mouth, for making a joke out of him, for making him want this in the first place.

corey took it all with a grin and a bruising grip on baron’s shoulders, riding the high of knowing he’d gotten to him. he totally forgot about his boyfriend in this moment.

after, baron laid there, staring at the ceiling like he was recalculating his entire life.

corey? he just took another drink of alcohol and said, “well, that’s one way to take rejection.”

G ─ Games. Do they play any games involving sex  ( like adult board games, throwing dice to decide what’s their next position, engaging in roleplay, food play, etc… ) ?

ambrollins response:

they don’t need games. they’re already a game–one long, twisted, never-ending push-and-pull where neither of them fully wins or loses–up until the point where mox spontaneously took seth to a chapel while feeling spontaneous during their first date after their break up. sometimes though, when seth’s feeling particularly teasing, or when jon is in one os his “fuck it, let’s see where this goes” moods, they experiment.

dice games: seth bought a set once–each side had some filthy instruction, things like blindfold your partner or use only your mouth or switch control. he thought mox would roll his eyes and toss them in the trash, but instead mox rolled a six and pinned seth to the bed before he could read what it meant. he has played it for real too and loved it.

roleplay: mox doesn’t do characters. He’s not gonna put on a suit and call seth his secretary. but if seth wants to play it a little dirty, act like they don’t know each other, like  they just met in a bar, mox will humor him. and by “humor him,” he means he’ll ruin him against a wall in a dark corner before the act gets started.

power play games: seth gets off on mox pretending to be reluctant, fighting him for control even when they both know he’ll break. mox lets him have his fun–lets him win. until he doesn’t.

they don’t need the structure of a game. they make their own rules. and break them. over and over again.

cikp response:

corey? loves games. baron? tolerates them–when it suits him.

strip poker: corey cheats. basically. baron catches him every time. it doesn’t stop corey from trying. baron lets him get cocky, lets him stack the deck, lets him think he’s winning–then takes everything from him in one hand.

dice games: corey loves the thrill of leaving things to chance. baron hates it. the first time corey rolled a “sub has control,” baron took the dice, chucked them across the room, and said, “we’re done here.”

food play: corey once tried to drag baron into some whipped cream nonsense. baron licked it off just to shut him up, then immediately flipped corey over and gave him something better to focus on. corey claims it was a success.

public dares: corey gets off on the risk. wearing something underneath his clothes that baron can pull off if they step away for just a second. Whispering something filthy in baron’s ear during an event, waiting to see if he can push him too far. baron pretends to be above it, but the moment corey gets too bold? they’re leaving early. and corey isn’t walking straight the next day.

corey loves playing games. baron? loves winning them.

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ?  Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

ambrollins response:

oh, absolutely. sex with them is filthy, rough, and raw, but that doesn’t mean it’s not fun. jon has cracked jokes mid-thrust, only to have seth throw a pillow at him. once, seth tried to be smooth, lifting mox onto a table only for the damn thing to collapse. they were too busy laughing to finish.

cikp response: 

corey is constantly running his mouth, even in bed. baron has had to physically shut him up before. once, corey fell off the bed. baron didn’t help him up. 

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ?  Whom have they cheated with ?  If not, is it something they could do ?  If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ?  Could they forgive and forget ? 

ambrollins response:

they’ve both been involved in messy shit before, but with each other? nah. there’s been temptation, opportunity, even situations where it would’ve been easy. but neither of them have crossed that line. they’d rather fight and fuck it out than betray what they have–well, that’s how it is more so nowadays. i don’t want to deep dive into that chairshot at the moment. i don’t think that remote dildo situation really counts either…..right???

cikp response:

corey? obviously has been a cheater before, once even on baron–if we count the whole tito situation. that whole thing wasn’t necessarily corey’s fault though, he just got manipulated into mailing the eternity collar back to baron before they were truly together for long. baron? if he commits, he commits. if one of them ever cheated again, there’d be hell to pay.

J ─ Jewellery. Do they own any sexy jewellery  ( like butt plugs with rhinestones, piercings in intimate areas, cock rings, collars, etc… ) ?  What do they think about it ? 

ambrollins response:

seth has all kinds of sexy jewellery and has definitely bought jon a chain at some point. mox once got him a collar “as a joke,” but the way seth looked in it? yeah. that wasn’t a joke anymore.

cikp response:

corey has a frenum ladder piercing, butt plugs, and cock rings. baron has even gotten him a necklace that is basically a discreet collar, and corey wears it everywhere to drive him crazy.

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ?  Any favourite kind of kisses ?  Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

ambrollins response:

important. seth likes the soft, slow “i’m in love with you” kisses. mox likes the “i’ll bite your lip just to watch you shiver” kind. they don’t always say it, but a kiss is their way of checking in.  

cikp response:

corey likes to be kissed. baron likes to sometimes make corey beg for it.

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ?

ambrollins response:

seth? yes. he’s worn lace underneath his gear before, just to tease. mox? he doesn’t think about it much—until seth gives him something to think about. what really gets him? seth in nothing but one of mox’s shirts–not even his merch shirt, but like an 80’s rock band shirt or whatever other one that mox owns.

cikp response:

corey has worn stockings and lace, mostly as a tease. baron? loves watching him strip out of it.

M ─ Masturbation. Do they engage in it ?  Together or alone ?  Do they enjoy watching their partner masturbating ?  Do they use any toys, or just their hands ?

ambrollins response:

both do it. together? sometimes. watching each other? oh yeah. mox likes watching seth get himself off, just to ruin his pace at the last second.

cikp response:

baron loves it when corey asks for permission to get himself off along with being in control on if he can finish, cum, can’t cum, etc. corey loves watching baron too even though the entire time he is drooling then can forget that he’s got to wait for permission before he can touch him.

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other ?  Do they save them on their phones ?  Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends ?  Have they ever sent one to a wrong number ?  

ambrollins response:

seth sends way too many. mox saves every single one. they are not safe for work. at all. that is how seth convinced him to trade his old flip phone for a smart phone in the first place. jon does send them too.

cikp response:

corey sends them to tease. baron probably does in return too, and saves them in a locked folder in his phone.

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex  ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ?  Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?  

ambrollins response:late nights when they can take their time. mornings are quick and dirty. sometimes, after a match, they’re still wired and need to burn it off. 

cikp response:

nighttime. unless corey pushes his luck mid-day, then baron has to put him in his place.

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

ambrollins response:

yes. lockers, storage rooms, hotel hallways, backseats of cars. they’ve pushed the limits and gotten away with it.

cikp response:

corey loves the risk. baron has had to pull him into a private space more than once.

Q ─ Questions. Is there anything they’d like to ask their partner, but never had the courage to ?  Any questions they’d rather avoid ?  Do they discuss everything as a couple, or are there any taboo themes ?

ambrollins response:

they talk, but some things get left unsaid. 

cikp response:

corey asks too many. baron answers the important ones.

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ?  Did they watch it together afterwards ?  Has anyone else seen their videos ? 

ambrollins response:

they’ve done it. more than once. no one else has seen, but mox has rewatched one or two when he’s on the road.

cikp response:

baron and corey do have their fair share of recordings, but those are saved on baron’s phone for his eyes only. corey has masturbated on onlyfans before– before they made it official.

S ─ Spanking. Is this one of their kinks ?  If yes, who’s the spanker and who’s the spankee ?  Any favourite positions ?  Do they use just the hand or any other spanking implements  ( like the paddle, belt, whip, hairbrush, etc… ) ?

ambrollins response:

mox is the spanker. seth isn’t shy about asking for it. sometimes a handprint gets left behind, and that’s exactly what they both want.  

cikp response:

baron handles that. corey has earned every single one.

T ─ Turn ons & offs. What do they do to turn each other on ?  Is there something the other does that turns them off ?  Have they told them about it ?

ambrollins response:

biting, control, and just the right amount of resistance. turn-off? silence. they need noise—moans, cursing, anything to show it’s real.  

cikp response:

corey loves dirty talk and being put in his place. baron likes control. turn-off? corey being too quiet.

U ─ Unusual. What’s the most unusual place they’ve had sex at/in ?  Was it a good experience ?  Would they repeat it ?  Is there an unusual place they’d like to try ?

ambrollins response:

once on a production crate backstage. would they do it again? absolutely.  

cikp response:

a dressing room at a show. not their best decision, but they don’t regret it.  

V ─ Video call. Have they ever shared a sexy moment with each other during a video call ? What were the circumstances ( long distance, trying to cheer up/tease the other while at work, etc… ) ?  Did they enjoy it ?

ambrollins response:

yeah. when they’re apart, seth’s been known to tease. mox pretends to be unaffected, but he’s absolutely jerking off while telling seth to keep talking.  

cikp response:

corey will sometimes tease baron on a call. baron occasionally tells him to “wait till i get home,” and then corey suffers for it later.

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them  ( or both )  ever done a walk of shame  ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ?  How was it ?  What were the reactions ?

ambrollins response:

too many times. once, seth had to sneak out of a hotel room still wearing mox’s shirt, trying to look casual. he failed.

cikp response:

corey has done many. baron? less so, but he’s watched corey try to sneak away more than once.

X ─ X-rated. Do they watch any x-rated movies ( porn ) ?  Together or alone ?  Do they have a favourite type ?  Do they try to reenact them afterwards ?

ambrollins response:

yeah. together, separately. they’ve found some fucked-up shit to try out.  

cikp response:

they will sometimes watch porn together. corey tends to get inspiration from it.

Y ─ Yucky. Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex ? Something they’d absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it ?  Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this ? 

ambrollins & cikp response:

nothing extreme. they both know their limits and respect them.

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ?  Does their partner know all of them ?  Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

ambrollins response:

mox’s weakness? seth dragging his nails down his back and delving into light to mild blood play. seth’s? mox kissing just below his jaw. they use that knowledge frequently.

cikp response: