I’m Just Still Thinking Of This

Down Boy

Summary: Dean likes wearing a collar and a leash sometimes. He also likes being rough with you. His two SHIELD brothers let him loose on you. 

Pairing: Dean Ambrose X Reader

Word Count: 5,974

Warnings: NSFW (18+ only) collar, pet play (kinda), rough sex, Ambrolleigns (if you squint) Seth and Roman are just there to make sure Dean is alright…kinda a voyeuristic situation if I’m being honest, oral

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Manipulation: Trick or Cheat

aka the never-ending oneshot

Characters: Dean Ambrose/OFC and Seth Rollins/OFC Summary: She was looking forward to a break from the road. All she wanted was to spend those few precious days with her boyfriend. Turned out, her boyfriend had other plans. Word Count: 18,759 - yes, 18,759 Warnings: Cheating. Graphic Sexual Content. Use of degrading words. A/N: Shout out to @wrestlingfae for the title!

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Calling The Shots (Sami Zayn Imagine)

Sami Zayn x Reader

Warning: Smut. Power Play (kind of dom/sub). Deep Throating. Marking.

A/N:  Had this idea for a while, a dommy Sami in the way I actually see him and not in the warped way I’ve seen done. I like the way it turned out. For @sunshinesamizayn

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It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami.

It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami. His friendly attitude made him a natural flirt even when he wasn’t trying, and platonic with him still meant many hugs and forehead kisses and nuzzles whenever you had taken a bump in the ring or got the win.

He’d become your best friend as well as your tag partner and that was no secret to anyone. Jumping into his arms and hugging him without a storyline or a celebration in the ring got talks in the beginning but eventually it didn’t even get a glance. Those two? Oh that’s just how they are.

But there were nights, on drives, in shared hotel rooms, when it had been more. When he first asked, quietly laying in his separate bed, if he could slip under your covers, you had seen no problem with saying yes. Nothing had happened that night, other than you sleeping like a baby. The next time, though, a few weeks later, he’d asked if he could kiss you, and when he did it felt like heaven.

At first, your fear lie in a few places. Sami was your best friend, your partner, someone you counted on when things got tough. If it worked out, perfect, and if it didn’t, well. That possibility worried you even more than the higher ups catching wind and taking a dislike to it. You didn’t let yourself think about the nights of close bodies and heavy petting; he erased the idea out of your mind everytime he kissed you good morning.

Sami was just irresistible. Your history, your chemistry, if he wanted to pursue it, you weren’t going to be the one to stop him.

The first time was a bit of a fumble, quick and messy and you’d both come far too soon. But at least you could laugh, and afterwards there were lots of cuddles until you fell asleep (only to have your wake-up call ruin it two hours later). The second time he spent 20 minutes between your legs before he’d even taken off his shirt.

Sami for once, since he day you met him, let you take the lead. Gentle when you wanted gentle, rough when you asked for more. He’d learned your wants and needs, anticipated your moves the way he did in the ring, and god were you thankful for it. But you knew there was the more. The passion and confidence that he had in matches, the thing that people loved to see when he’d finally had enough. And you wanted to see it as much as you loved him following your lead to waves of pleasure.

It all came to a head one night in Orlando.

A few days off had bought you some much needed rest and relaxation, including a few uninterrupted, no-worry-about-wake-up-a-call nights with Sami. He’d planned your first sort-of date, a concert which you were ambivalent about but seeing him enjoying it, free and uninhibited, made it for you.

He was still amped up when you got to his apartment. Evident in the way he pressed your back to the wall as soon as the door was shut, taking your mouth in slow, deliberate kisses before you opened it to his tongue.

His hands gripped your hips tight to bring you as close to him as you could get. The bulge in his pants already evident, you made a point to push back against him with a little power.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked low and husky, immediately sending waves to your core.

“I want you,” you breathed out and he chuckled.

“Can you be a little more vague?”

You let out a laugh, running your hands along his chest. “You’ve let me call the shots every time now. I wanna see what you want.”

He rubbed circles where his hands lay on your hips, and asked with raised eyebrows, “You sure?”

“Well if you’re gonna hogtie me and swing me from the ceiling maybe not.”

It created the desired affect, the crinkling of the corners of his eyes, the sweet crescents where you almost lost sight of his eyes and his face was only pure joy. His laugh quieted and he pulled you somehow closer against him. “No, nothing like that. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I’ve known you for four years. I trust you to catch me so I don’t break my goddamn neck in the ring, and I trust you now.”

His dark chocolate eyes studied yours, flicking from one to the other in hesitation, and then all at once you were his. The kiss no longer just wanting, but powerful. No holding back to let you lead the conversation your lips were having, he did what he wanted, waited for nothing. Your tongue following along in hot anticipation.

With his hands pressed firm on your thighs, he pulled back to command only one thing, jump, before you linked arms around his neck and did as you were told. Sami was strong, thick at his core and he lifted you as if you weighed less than nothing. He latched onto your lips once more on the way to the bedroom, taking advantage to bite your lower lip and work it slowly in between his teeth. Soft in comparison, but it thrilled you none the less.

He gazed at you in a way that sent a shiver up your spine as he sat you down in the bedroom. A moment passed, before his hands made their way up your sides, bunching your shirt as they went, finally signaling you to raise your arms so he could take it off. He threw it to the side and sighed warmly, looking you over. You raised an eyebrow at him but got no response, simply familiar fingers unhooking your bra and letting your breasts fall.

His eyes took the time to appreciate you, tongue coming out and wetting his lips. You jutted forward when he took the band of your bottoms in his hands, pulling you to him and undoing the button and zip of your jeans. He was rough, shoving down your underwear and pants in one motion, past your thighs until they hit to your feet and you kicked them away.

Your skin warmed under his touch. It traveled along your stomach, wound around to your lower back, firmly cupping and kneading your ass.

“Have you ever deep throated before?” he asked, his voice low, breath hot on your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, a mix of nerves and excitement. “Yeah, but not professionally.”

Sami took another moment to hold your body close, then jerked his head towards the bed. “Lay down. On your back, head on the pillows.”

You nodded and did as you were told. He watched you and moved to the buttons of his polo shirt, undoing them to pull it over his head. The attitude that seemed to overcome him was intoxicating. Even ridding himself of his pants was an act on control, his underwear coming off, cock springing into the air thick and proud.

He straddled your chest, making sure to keep your arms free, as close as he could until his cock was lined up with your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself and swiped your tongue across his balls, moving in vertical motions up his cock as far as you could reach. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, one hand bracing himself against the wall, the other coming down to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you ready?” His voice was smooth, calm and in control.

Bated breath betrayed your excitement as you nodded. When his hips tilted, your fingers splayed on the space where his thigh met his ass, and he started the slow push of his cock into your mouth. The head at first, pulling it out just enough and pushing until your lips closed around it. You moaned around him, his voice shuttering a little when he asked if you were okay, and you replied with a quick nod. One that brought your head up just a little, taking him deeper than his current position allowed.

His hips thrust lower then, his pace still slow and careful. You shivered at every reentry,  sucking along the shaft. Then, at the depth of his thrust, instead of pulling away, he stayed there. One, two… five seconds ticked way before retreating. Your lungs filled with air, your tongue coming to lick at the spit on your lips.

Instinctively, you nuzzled into his hand that came to meet your cheek. He smiled and asked, “More?”

“Please.”

Elation tickled at your brain, opening your mouth for him to bury himself as far as he could go. This time holding it until you tapped at his leg, well short of panic. He didn’t pull out all the way again, pulling out to the head, and letting his cock fill your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His breath sped up with every controlled thrust, not slow but certainly not the torque of which you knew he was capable. Despite the fact that the involuntary noises that escaped you didn’t seem all that attractive, wetness still pooled between your leg and Sami grunted above you, devolving into a delicious moan.

He pulled out quickly, screwing his eyes shut and stealing himself against the pleasure that seemed to creep up on him faster than he’d planned for. Still breathing heavy, he leaned down to hover over you, kissing your used lips thoroughly.

“Your mouth,” he breathed against you before lapping his tongue into your mouth. “Your mouth is spectacular.”

Lost in the kiss, you didn’t realize his hand moving up your leg, sliding to your inner thigh until his fingers circled your firm nub. You gasped into him and immediately swiveled your hips against his roaming digits.

“Already dripping for me.”

Your core was screaming and he was wasting no time. Two fingers thrust inside of you, moving slowly initially, stroking just so at your spot. His palm glided over your engorged clit, the dual stimulation with no sign of letting up making you grasp at his arm to steady yourself.

“I’m gonna hold your hands,” he whispered and you gave a shaky nod.

The work with his right hand didn’t stop as his left took both of your hands and placed them above your head, held in place with the weight he placed on them. All you could do now was writhe.

Desperate, aching, inching towards the finish line you leaned up to find some relief in his mouth only for him to retreat. He shook his head. “I like to watch.”

A whine tumbled out of your mouth. Your body overstimulated, the need rising in your sex until you were bucking against his hand as fast as his fingers were curling and pressing inside of you.

“Rami,” you locked eyes with him, a cry mixed with a gasp as your orgasm exploded through your nerves like a bomb.

“Yes, Y/N. Come for me, all over my hand.” Sami leaned in to pepper small kisses on your cheek, seeking out your mouth that you opened to him. Licking at him like a dehydrated woman to her last drop of water.

The lack of touch had created a void that you hated, even in the small amount of time, and Sami must’ve noticed. He let go of your hands and brought you into his arms, picking you up and flipping the two of you until you sat in his lap. You kissed and touched, running your fingers through his small curls and mussing them. Although momentary, the reward of Sami under your fingertips was worth the restrictions.

He pulled back, making sure you met his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you how I know you like it.” Sami took a second to push the loose hair behind your ear. “And I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me to.”

Excitement coursed through your veins. You nodded and he pecked you on the lips, just before his hand snaked between your bodies, and his fingers once again invaded your still sensitive cavern. He pumped them a few times, coating his fingers in your slick, then taking them out to wet his shaft with a few jerks of his hand. Without warning, he fucked into you, hard and unceremoniously.

Luckily his arms were around you, but you still wrapped your own around his neck, steadying yourself against his bruising thrusts. His size and girth were always welcome, but Sami being unruly, slamming into you without stopping, your nerves were already on edge. You didn’t hate it, far from, and whimpered into the air as he whispered words of praise.

Your body arched where his mouth latched onto your sensitive flesh. He sucked hard at the skin around your nipple, a pin prick of pain overwhelmed by immense pleasure, leaving behind little red splotches. All deep red enough to hint at a prolonged stay and he kept at it, moving to the other breast as you combed through his hair, holding tight to his bulging biceps.

When he finally finished, slowing the pump of his hips up to meet yours, he sat back to admire his work. “No one is gonna see these but me.”

A proud, possessive look came over his face. Sami, never insecure or second guessing about your feelings for him, was proud of you. Taking a knee to show you off during your entrance, always holding or touching you in some affectionate way in public. Selfishly maybe, but he wanted, and had said as much, everyone to know the best goddamn wrestler had chosen to be all his.

The sudden overwhelming flood of safety came fast. Your brain swirled, the freedom to let it all out in his grounding presence bringing fear of being vulnerable and the confidence of a soft place to fall. You rocked into him, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. “Is that all you got, big boy?”

A dark chuckle emanated from his throat and he tightened his arms around you. He picked you up with ease, putting you on your back and securing himself in between your legs. Your butt was lifted off the mattress when Sami put your knees up on his shoulders, hands disappearing to fill you once again, until he leaned forward. You gasped at the angle change, nearly being bent in half as Sami brought your mouths together in the small space.

“Oh God, Rami,” your voice trembled as he pounded into you. No preamble, just a rough slapping together of skin as he hit places you didn’t realize you had.

Your fingers scraped down his back, before you caught yourself, not wanting to leave marks, and instead grabbing a handful of his hair. He hissed, his breath becoming faster, uneven. You had learned his tells, the desperate furrow of his brow, his inability to keep from kissing you as deeply as he could.

The last thrust he could manage before he pulled out ripped a loud moan from your chest, and you watched him give himself a few short strokes before he was emptying over your stomach, your name on his lips.

In the moments you both took to catch your breath, your hands roamed his thighs, his thick torso. You didn’t want him out of your reach but he got off the bed quickly, coming back with some tissue and a wet rag. He quickly wiped the cooling puddle from your stomach with the tissue, setting it aside before running the warm cloth over the skin to clean it thoroughly.

You sighed. His touch was warm as he ran the rag down your thighs, gingerly bringing it to your folds. He was gentle and the look in his eye had changed, the lust replaced with careful concern. The Sami you knew.

He moved then, up your body, leaving small kisses along exposed skin until he reached your marked breasts. His lips touched them feather light. “Do they hurt?”

“Not at all,” you chuckled, a hand cupping his bearded jaw.

You urged him up and he followed, finally kissing you softly. You hummed into his mouth as he pulled at you again, laying down to prop you up comfortably on his chest. His heat alone drew you forward and you melted into his side.

“So when can we do that again?” you asked, and he responded only by laughing and placing a kiss to your hair.

Unmute !

Credit: @allelitewrestlings

Darby VS. Jon Moxley

Darby Allin x unnamed or x Jon Moxley

Warning: Smut and Violence

Summary: i might be dating Darby, but that will never stop Jon Moxley from getting what he wants.

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Darby Vs. Mox

I was touching up my makeup after my last interview. I wanted to make sure I still looked good for when Darby went out into the ring. Darby and I had been together since March. He seemed like a breath of fresh air from my last relationship. I had been with Jon Moxley on and off for two years. We met when I interned in the WWE for a bit back when he was still Dean Ambrose. It was right after he came back from his injury. We broke up once my internship ended and I had a job elsewhere. We reconnected when I got a job with AEW, but it got messy fast. His traveling to Japan became one of the major problems. I found out he was seeing someone behind my back. We broke it off a couple of weeks after AEW premiered on TNT. Darby and I started talking in December. It was perfect or seemed that way until his injury. I couldn’t see him as much due to work. I felt like something was up. Like he was doing the same thing as Mox, but of course, I was overreacting, wasn’t I?

I was reapplying my lipstick when the lights began to flicker. I raised an eyebrow as I looked up. I saw a shadow in the mirror. I jumped spinning around fast. “Jon!” I yelled. “What the fuck?” I asked.

He didn’t respond to me. He just watched me carefully as he moved forward. His eyes were locked on me. He looked like an animal stalking his prey. Once he reached me, he put two hands on either side of the counter trapping me. His scent hit me. The all to familiar scent of mint and cigarettes. I could smell a hint of his old spice body spray. What he always had used before a match. My heart was racing in my chest. My breath was unsteady. “Jon? What are you doing?”

He shrugged, “I could ask you the same thing, kitten. What are you doing in such a revealing dress?”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s for Darby. Not for you. We have been over for close to a year.”

“Mm,” he hummed in my ear. His gaze roaming my body. I had worn a red dress that hugged my curves, the neckline plunged pushing my round breasts on display. “Do you normally wear the dresses that your ex-boyfriend buys you to impress your new man?”

I scuffed at him, “It’s just a dress, Mox. It doesn’t mean anything. He might like it on me just as much as you did.”

“Okay, point taken.” He said as he lifted his hands of the counter and raised them in the air in defense. “But answer me one more question, why did you wear it when you had an interview with the ex that bought it for you?”

I crossed my arms across my chest, “I had one with Brodie too. You weren’t my only one. Maybe I just didn’t have time to change before your match with Darby.”

He looked around in the bathroom we are in. “Look, before I walked in, I am pretty sure you had a lot of time. So, I am pretty sure, I am not in the wrong thinking this dress was a little for me.” His fingers lightly touched the neckline of the dress following it down till it hit the top of my breasts.

I pulled my lip into my mouth as I watch his hand. He was wrong, wasn’t he? Could I have done it without noticing that I am doing it? That couldn’t be possible. I would know what I was doing. I couldn’t deny the fact that showing him what he was missing was something I craved. That but if petty revenge was something I really wanted. I also craved his hands all over. I really wanted him to take me right here and now.

Before I had a moment to speak, to lie and say he was wrong, his lips captured mine. He pressed me against the sink with his body. My arms instinctively go around his neck. His hands move towards the back of my thighs. He digs his nails in as he picks me up and places me on the counter, getting between my legs. His lips moved against mine. It didn’t take long before my body reacted with his and moved with them. He licked my bottom lip, hungrily begging for an entrance. I granted him and let his tongue slip past my lips. He explored it like this was the first time that he had ever been in there. I moaned softly into his mouth. The heat rising between my legs. I knew we didn’t have this long for him to be taking this slowly. Anyone could walk in at any time and catch us. I knew Jon didn’t care about that. He never did. When we were together, he told me that would do me in the ring in front of a live audience just to show everyone what he has and what they could never have. I tried not to wonder if he told any other girls this. I wanted to stay in this moment. Not think about how we could get caught, or how wrong this was, how I was doing Darby really wrong.

His rough hands move up towards my leaking core. Once his thumb started rubbing it through my thin thong, I was taken from my thoughts. Electricity running through my veins as he touched me there. My lips left his as my head rolled back. His lips connected to my neck. He kissed down until he found my sweet spot. His teeth sunk deep into. I gasped, my hips thrusting up. He chuckled softly. “You are so easy.”

My eyes narrowed as I moved my hands from around his neck and grabbed his cargo pants. I quickly unbuckled his belt, working his pants down. I reached my hand inside his boxers. His cock was hard as a rock. I spit in my hand before I wrap my hands around him. I start off slowly pumping it then I pick up speed. I heard a soft growl leave his lips. I moved to get off the counter, but he shook his head. “We don’t have time for that.” He spits in his hand rubbing it across his length to lube it up. I slipped my thong off before wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him close. He lined up and pushed himself in with a groan. “God, you are still so fuckin tight, kitten.” He growled into my ear. He gave me time to adjust to his size before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, but very soon his movements become fast and deep. My nails claw into his skin. His one hand falls on the small of my back while the other wraps in my hair. I let out a soft moan as I thrust my hips towards him.

It didn’t take me long until he had pushed me over the edge. My walls contracted around him tightly pushing him towards his end. As soon as he started pulsing he pulled out as fast as he could. Ropes of his cum spilling all over my leg and the floor.

His breathing is ragged as he presses his forehead against mine. He stayed there for a moment before a voice came over the intern come. “Jon Moxley please report to the groilla. Jon Moxley.” He pulled away and kissed my forehead before he pulled his pants back up. “See you around, Kitten.” He winked at me before he left.

I was in shock as he left the room. What in the world had just happened? I didn’t have much time to reflect. I grabbed a paper towel and rubbed my leg off and got it off the floor. I pulled my thong back on and straighten my dress the best I could. I did my best to figure out a way to hide the after glow of sex, but it was no use. Maybe if I was lucky, no one would notice what had happened in the bathroom. I had done my best to keep my screams of pleasure just in the off chance someone heard. I didn’t like gossip, plus I just did something really bad to Darby. He just got back from his injury. I was supposed to be working on the relationship with him, not destroying it more.

I made my way out and walked towards the Gorilla. Darby smiles when he saw me coming. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He said as he grabbed and kissed me. “I love that dress on you.” He moved close to my ear, “I can’t wait til we get home tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he grabbed my ass.

There is a loud bang from the other side of the Gorilla. It was Jon. He tried his best to look innocent. He shrugged, “I didn’t see that there.” He wasn’t good at hiding his actual emotion from me. I could see the bit of jealousy in his eyes.

Darby rolled his eyes at Jon. His eyes soon moved back to me. His eyebrow suddenly raised. “What’s on your neck?” He asked as he moved a piece of golden hair.

“The curling iron.” I told him. I was trying my best not to sound suspicious. Jon chuckled softly in the background. I glared at him.

Darby looked between us. He was completely lost. “Is there something I need to know about?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

Jon shrugged, “Nothing, your girl is a clutz.” He said with a tiny wink towards me before he walked with the security guard to where he would be coming out of the arena. He grabbed his sleeves jacket putting it on. Both Darby and I had watched him do this and both of us had noticed the same thing. He had scratches in his back...scratches from me.

Darby’s eyes widened like he had just connected the dots. “What were you doing after your last interview with Allie?” He asked me.

I shook my head. “Just touching you my makeup.”

“Is that when you burned your neck? Because I saw your interview with Brodie. It wasn’t there. I didn’t see the ones with Mox or Allie, but I am going to guess the same thing.”

“What are you getting at Darby?” I asked . My voice was giving me away with how it wavered.

“I am getting at that it is odd how you have a mark on your neck that looks a lot like a hickey while he has marks on his back that look a lot like the ones I get right after we fuck. Do you want to explain that to me?”

I really didn’t want to explain it. I wasn’t sure how I would even explain it. I looked down at my black high heels. “He...came in the bathroom a little bit after my last interview...and..”

“And?” He asked egging me on. His arms were crossed on his chest. “What else happened?”

“He came onto me...he kissed me..and than I don’t know what or how.” I said rubbing the side of my face. My eyes were filling with tears. I felt so guilty, but at the same time I didn’t. I couldn’t explain this feeling. It just didn’t feel wrong what we did. I just hated hurting Darby. I was really nervous knowing that it was right before he had a match with Moxley. Darby wasn’t scared of hurting himself for a win. Now this was deeper than the belt.

I watched from the back. Darby’s music had hit first. He came out his normal way on his skateboard, but this time he had a microphone in his hand. I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. Darby nor Jon were much for talking. They both just wanted to get down to the fight. This meant Darby had something to say.

I bit on my nails as Jon’s music began to play. He came down through the audience even though there weren't many there now. It was his thing. He always said there just was a different feeling when he did that.

He seemed confused when he saw Darby in the ring with a mic. He shook it off as he continued on into the ring. He gave his belt to the ref.

Darby moved the mic to his mouth, but didn’t speak at first. He just paced. He acted like he was about to say something, but he never did. Jon stood there looking at him confused for a while. He couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t take him long to get sick of this and grab the mic out of the announcers hands. “Spit it out, Darby! People got places to be.”

“Do you have more of other people’s girlfriends to sleep with?” Darby snapped. There was a hush over the small crowd. The announcers didn’t even know what to say. Everyone, even my mouth had dropped.

“I really didn’t think you would be the one to have the balls to do this on national tv.” Jon shrugged. “But, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Just like you didn’t have a problem banging your nurse behind her back.” Darby’s eyes widened. My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe the words that Jon had just said. All the guilt I had felt for being a cheater was gone. It was replaced with anger. I didn’t know who I was more angry at. Darby for lying to me or Jon or anyone else who knew not telling me.

“You weren’t any different with all those girls you did in Japan. Is this your way of making up to her?”

“It wasn’t my intention,” he paused. “But, I can tell she must have not been getting fully satisfied from your little emo ass.”

Darby moved to say something else, but he ended up throwing the mic down and racing towards Jon. He knocked him back on the feet. Jon also threw the mic down and went after him, The bell rang as the match began. I eventually turned away. I was unable to watch it. I couldn’t believe it. Both of them cheated on me and both of them just made me look like a fool on live tv. I was walking back to the locker rooms when someone bumped into me from behind causing me to fall forward.

“Shit,” a voice said. I immediately knew who it was. “I am really sorry about that.” He said helping me up.

“It’s okay, Maxwell.” I said fixing my dress before quickly whipping my eyes hoping that he wouldn’t see. I looked at what he was holding. It was the belt. I could see little drops of blood on it. “What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Oh, this.” He said as he looked at it. “It’s just a..uhh..I kind of hit Jon with it so he would lose.”

“So, you want to fight Darby? I didn’t think you were scared of a challenge.” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Darby would be too easy for you.”

“Yes, I like a challenge, but I also needed a reason to fight Darby.” He was getting really close to me. It caused me to take a step backwards.

“Why would you need a reason to fight Darby?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking forward until I was against the wall. He trapped me with his arms before leaning down and kissing me. Once he pulled away, he spoke, “because there is a pretty little blonde I have my eye on. I still need a First Lady.” He said with a wink before walking away.

To Be continued...

im looking

Yes please, Daddy.

This man will be the death of me.

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

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