#💍 my wife

[hangmanapologist]

HI HI my love!!!! i hope you’re doing all okay and the beginning of your week has been okay!! 🥹🥹💐💐💐

i’m having to stay at heathrow in a hotel tonight to see my sister as she has a stop off after travelling for like half the year ANYWAY

i know we’ve discussed dirty motel sex with rhett, but thinking about airport hotel sex with bobby when you’re about to go away for three weeks for a well earned break.

like getting to the hotel late at night and having some fucking filthy sex to start the holiday off right before waking up early in the morning after getting like two hours sleep.

wearing bob’s boxers and his sweats, catching a flight while the suns just rising at 6 AM and there’s four hickies on your neck with his cum still drying on your thighs.

thanks for coming to my ted talk!

Hello my honey!!! 💐💐

I hope you have a good time seeing your sister!

My week has been good! My weekend was really chill too, I’ve a very busy next 2 weekends so I’ve needed it

BUT I AM LOSING MY MIND

hotel rooms are an aphrodisiac (real)

God on every surface too, being as loud as you want. Bob making you watch in the mirror as he fucks you from behind (pushing his glasses up his nose I wanna die 🥺)

“C’mon baby, watch yourself clench around my cock while I fill you up like a good girl”

UNTIL THE SHEETS DISINTEGRATE I SAY!!!

But sleepy bob in grey sweats the next morning and you’re wearing his boxers and tshirt 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[reunitedinterlude]

milf

[clonedchaos]

Okay, y’all. I know Soyona is smart, attractive, and she cares for her raptors— which I love that in a woman— but I STILL haven’t forgiven her for trying to kill my wife in Dominion.

Call me crazy if you must, but I’m holding a grudge. 😤

[birdietrait]

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I won't be posting for a little while now, my plan is to finish some fics and have them ready for all of you!! reblog/ comment and follow!

It wasn’t a new thing that Andy carried you around. He always had the excuse “you’re my wife why would you need to walk?”

However, a few weeks ago he gifted you a pair of black Louboutin heels and you adored them.

You would wear them on every occasion, yes, they were painful but who wouldn’t want to look hot? 

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

Recently the two of you attended a party with some of Andy’s colleagues. Of course, he knew you would wear the heels, but if he talked against a wall, he would have had better chances.

As Andy rounded the corner, he saw you standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, wearing a black cocktail dress, golden hoops with a matching necklace and the black Louboutin.

He wanted to ask you if you really wanted to wear them, but he already knew the answer.

So instead, he just snaked his arm around your waist pulling you against him and laying his hand softly on your cheek.

He titled your head up giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

Andy’s lips left yours, but you chased after him to capture him in a passionate kiss. While you were concentrating on the kiss, Andy sneaked his hands down your body.

His plan was easy: seduce you, you're horny and want to stay home and prevent you from being in pain.

Andy softly withdraws his lips from yours once again. He kneels down while kissing down your leg. His hands felt soft against your skin as he lifted your leg with his right hand.

The other one slid down to your feet until it reached your shoe.

A small chuckle escaped you as you realized what he was doing, lifting your foot pressing the sole against his forehead like Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street.

“What do you think you're doing?” you asked in a low voice.

„Darlin‘ I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Andy gave you those concerning eyes. “Andy they’re painful but sexy and you gifted them to me, I want to wear them all the time.”

Andy sighed in return, “my love you can wear other heels you know I won’t be mad, and you look sexy in everything you wear,” he stood up cupping your face in his large hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, I will wear them,” with that you turned around and opened the door stepping into the cool air of the beautiful autumn night.

With a sigh Andy walked after you, this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a stop in front of the bar where you would be meeting Andy’s colleagues. Your man turned to face you, “you can still change your mind darlin’,” he said gently but you shook your head, “no, let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” you said and got out of the car.

Andy stayed back for a moment, his mind running wild as he thought of a way to help you. In the end he could only watch you and make sure you were comfortable. After all you were his stubborn wife who he loved with every cell in his body, he’d do everything for you.

Quickly he walked after you, interlocking your fingers with his as you stepped inside the bar.

Said bar was filled with Andy’s colleagues, some you recognized, others you didn’t - not that you minded as most of them were arrogant assholes.

“Ooh, look at you, you look amazin’,” gushed Marta, the wife of Andy’s assistant. She seemed like a nice woman, but god you didn’t like her. She was always chipper, but it often looked like she was faking it.

“Thank you, you look great too,” you answered with a polite smile while guiding Andy’s hand around your waist and pressing yourself against his side.

Andy smiled to himself as he noticed what you were doing, gladly he tightened his hold on you.

Then Marta began talking, she talked like a waterfall and at some point you needed to escape. “I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you excused yourself and took a deep breath once your back was turned to them.

As you walked towards the counter you could already feel your feet hurting. You hated that Andy was right, but these shoes were too beautiful not to wear.

You hopped onto the bar stool and ordered a juice as well as a beer for Andy. Once you got the drinks and stepped from the chair, you hissed at the burning sensation. There would definitely be blisters by the end of the night.

Giving Andy his beer, he noticed the slight distress on your face. He decided to ignore it for now, knowing you wouldn’t say anything.

The conversation continued for a little while, in the middle you had shifted almost a lot of your weight onto him. Andy didn’t mind, but this only showed him how right he was. However the two of you couldn’t quite leave yet.

You kept your posture up, no one but Andy noticed how much your feet started to hurt.

“Look at this sweet arm candy you got there Barber,” a man said who came to stand next to your husband.

Andy turned his head to the man and glared at him, “my wife, looks beautiful and is not arm candy, Chad,” his tone was harsh.

God, some of these assholes could just go fuck themselves and you’d love to slap the shit out of them.

After another thirty minutes you needed to sit down, you nudged Andy’s arm and gestured to a table to sit on. Not asking questions Andy walked with you towards the table, before you could sit on one of the tables there was an extra step to go.

As you lifted your foot to step up, your knees almost buckled in once your foot hit the parquet. Luckily Andy was there to support you.

He didn’t say a word but you knew what he was thinking, “I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I didn’t say anything,” he countered with a knowing smile.

Both of you finished your drinks and you only hoped Andy didn’t want another beer. Seeing how uncomfortable you were, he did the only right thing.

With a sigh he slipped out of his shoes and pushed them towards you, “come on, take ‘em of darlin’,” he told you. Pouting you slipped them off and handed them to Andy before putting on his - way too big, but comfortable - shoes.

“What will your colleagues think?” you asked concerned, eyes dropping, “I don’t care what they think, I don’t want my wife to feel uncomfortable. Now, let’s get ya home,” standing up in his socks, he held his hand out to you.

“I wasn’t even that uncomfortable,” you argued as you walked out of the bar.

Then almost over the curb and falling into Andy, "okay, darlin'," chuckling he scooped you up into his arms.

He carried you the rest to the car, putting you in the passenger seat and buckling on your seat belt. Kissing the top of your head before giving you the heels and closing the door.

slutty bonus, you whore's

"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.

"You know, if I didn't know it better I'd say you're disobeying me on purpose…," he growled into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked into you.

"I'm – fuck – sorry!" you have been apologizing for thirty minutes now, being edged three times and you begged Andy wouldn't make it a four. "See, I don't think you're sorry," his tone was almost mean, he mocked you.

"Can feel how tight you are, how you keep squeezing me. I know it turns you on, don't lie to me darlin'," as if you ever could.

You gripped onto the satin sheets, Andy picked his pace up not caring for you – this was a punishment after all.

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

"Andy," you rasped, feeling your stomach tighten. You desperately need to live the euphoria.

Complete joy and pleasure building up, "please, please, please," you moaned when he hit that spot.

"Hold it," Andy demanded, railing you, splitting you open. "No, no, I can't!" you cried, shaking your head. Your husband didn't care, he gripped your throat, "yes you can, if you don't…then you won't come at all."

Shutting your eyes, you tried to concentrate on keeping the orgasm inside until Andy allowed you.

He was close himself and already felt his cock twitching, "come, fucking hell," he muttered, rutting into you like a starved man.

You reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until you finally give in and let go. Moans howling through the walls.

Before you could register anything you were turned on your stomach. Ass slapped twice.

"Let's paint that pretty ass of yours, shall we darlin'?"

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[sebsxphia]

Is it slut hours yet?

Bc i’m just thinking of sweet Bobby jerking off after a first date (he didn’t make a move, he’s a gentleman) and he’s being rough with himself that the slapping sound is echoing in the empty room, his glasses are sliding down his nose and his soft chest and stomach is all sweaty while he tries to remember how you felt pressed against him when you hugged him goodnight

That’s all 🏃‍♀️

oh baby, it’s always slut hours!

oh, but of course, he’s a gentleman! he didn’t make a move and he was sweet, polite and charming as he walked you to your front door. he’s a gentleman that saves anything like that until he’s home, in the privacy of his own bed and he’s sent you a text telling you how much he loved his evening with you. he’s a gentleman as he accepts your hug and feels how soft your breasts press up against his cotton shirt. he’s a gentleman as he roughly fucks his hand, moaning and panting heavily as he tries to remember how sweet your perfume smelt. he’s a gentleman when he comes harshly and moaning your name, with his splatters of cum over his sweaty soft stomach. bobby loves first dates :’)

hehe 🤭 thank you sooo much for this delicious thot, my love! aaaah! i just love thinking of bobby like this 🤤 and i love you! 💌💗

[gaytedlasso]

Who you giving heart eyes to Ted? 😍😍😍

[nondesired]

Sakurai in an interview with Gunma TV in 2005.

Feel free to send me the transcription or translation for this interview if you have it 💕

[tuituipupu]

crazy moment from yesterday morning when jesse went secret agent mode and smoothly scuttled through the 40-50 ppl already waiting at 10am and i saw him walk past but didn’t want to yell ‘JESSE’ and frighten him and/or look like an idiot when he was clearly a man on a mission.

i just made some pathetic jesse squaks under my breath and then others… had seen it JSSOSKKS 💀

[gordonsicedcoffee]

No, it's not Jigsaw. He's dead. Haven't you watched TV lately?

JULIE BENZ as BRIT STEVENSON SAW V (2008) dir. David Hackl

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Valentine’s ER Karma

“As for the rest, leave it to me.”

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[hangmanapologist]

harrison loves sloppy blowjobs

Oh that man wants to see you spit on it multiple times, drool and everything

[soaps-mohawk]

I know you've been waiting at the altar this entire time. So here I am. Let's do it. I put a baby in you, now we're married.

💒👩‍❤️‍👩👩‍👩‍👦 🥵💦

-🦝

I've been waiting so long 💍👰💒🥳🥂🎉 it's finally happened 😍

[jack-doohan]

DENNY HAMLIN - 2024 Quaker State 400, Post-Race Interview

[agentidiot]

tommy shelby this, dr crane that- emma skillpa. kitten braden. EMMA SKILLPA.

[cpericardium]

Question for your gf: does Harrowhark scratch the same itch as Shadowheart?

"I would say no. Shadowheart is hornier and less crazy and far more at peace with her atrocities. Shadowheart is a blorbo, Harrowhark is kind of a blob. A layer cake does not scratch the same itch as a jello. also, harrow can land a hit with HER spells. HOW is it so impossible to hit a demon with Sacred Flame, Shadowheart??????"

A BLOB? How dare you. How dare you