#elementaldoughnut12

8 {crying} because of how good it feels

10 {kissing} the marks you left on them

Ended up changing my original idea it doesn't have the babying aftercare sorry. thank you to @icecream-and-gadreel for alpha reading it and letting me know when it sucks since I’m still not confident in my smut writing enjoy!

wordcount: 630

pair: jon moxley/adam paige

rating: mature

Sami has interacted with all 3 of the shield members at different times and also been in tag teams with them too... I think it's only fair he tops all flipping 3 and they were called the hounds of justice right? So I feel like Sami needs to "tame" them like any good dog trainer would in the bedroom by using collars and make them behave or else they don't get to finish... am I wrong or delusional? The answer is up to you virtual friend...

*jumps out window*

Stayed for the radical and cool friend I made

🍩🍩🍩

*gives doughnut*

Doughnutmestic Bliss

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Absolutely not bad! This is darling!!

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Mox throws a pillow at Eddie.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" Eddie asks, looking up from his phone.

"You've been staring at your phone for an hour," Mox says, like a pillow to the head is reasonable communication.

Eddie stares at him. "Yeah. I'm reading up on my new AEW contract. Making sure I've got everything understood."

"I am right here," Mox says, and the fucking idiot pouts.

"The fuck are you doing?" Eddie asks, trying not to laugh. "Who are you, Matt Jackson?"

"It works for him," Mox says.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Is it working for you?"

Mox shrugs and grabs another donut from the box. "I don't know. Am I getting laid later?"

Eddie exhales heavily, trying to pretend he's not weirdly into watching Mox shove an entire donut into his mouth with breaking eye contact. "God damnit. Fine. But you better finish that donut. I'm not dealing with crumbs in the bed again."

*throws doughnut*

We were SO close to Bingo

Skipping the Gym Date

Hi there! I am not super comfortable with the Darby of it all but here have my first attempt at Ambrollins! Happy birthday and I hope you enjoy!

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Dean yawns as he wakes up slowly, morning sunlight warming his skin. He stretches out, hand bumping into something similarly warm and slowly moving. He opens an eye.

"Why're you still in bed?" Dean mumbles, pulling Seth into his chest. "Don't you have a hot bod to keep in shape?"

Seth laughs into Dean's neck. "Slept in."

Dean wraps his arms around Seth's shoulders. "The great Seth Rollins," he murmurs, tilting down so he can kiss the top of Seth's grey hair, "preferring sleep to weights. How the tables have turned."

"Shut up," Seth laughs, burying his face into Dean's shoulder. "You're one to talk."

"Me?!"

Seth sits up, grinning at Dean. "When was the last time you did anything except water aerobics at the gym?"

"I am old and injured from a storied wrestling career, and water is easier on my joints."

Seth quirks an eyebrow. "And, you know, you have the hots for the instructor."

"Do not!" Dean says, feeling his face turn red.

"It's okay, baby, lust after the youngins," Seth says. He kisses Dean's jaw. "You come home to me every night regardless."

"I'm not lusting after anyone!"

Seth pulls back, brown eyes pathetic and huge. "No one?"

"Turn off the eyes, you whiner." Dean leans down and kisses Seth's forehead. "It's not lust when it's you."

Seth's eyes get even bigger and sweeter. "I was trying to be stupid and now you've said the most romantic thing in the world. How's a guy supposed to respond to that?"