Tumgik
#wife 💍
Note
Miss you xoxo 😘
Miss you more!!!! 🖤😘
5 notes · View notes
berlinini · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
not my boyfriend not my girlfriend but a secret third thing (the love of my life)
x
3 notes · View notes
beaniegyu · 2 years
Note
Song rec me baby
you're gonna get two because you're special ✨
distraction by kate stewart
quieres by aitana, emilia & ptazeta
send me a 🎧 and i’ll shuffle my music and give u whatever song that comes up!
1 note · View note
birdietrait · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
213 notes · View notes
sstan-hoe · 10 months
Text
◇ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 ◇
Tumblr media
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!
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
"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'?"
Tumblr media
𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @broadwaybabe18 @jobean12-blog @buckymcu12 @shara-ne @lou-la-lou @pomarildreams
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions
556 notes · View notes
gaytedlasso · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
Who you giving heart eyes to Ted? 😍😍😍
214 notes · View notes
sebsxphia · 8 months
Note
Thinking about shy Bob BEGGING you to sit on his face when you start dating even when you worry you’re gonna crush his sweet little face (you won’t)
robyn please 😭🥺
of course he’s eaten you out, multiple times already, but he just wants the feeling of being completely smothered by your cunt and thighs, as he pushes his tongue deep into you.
he begs you as his face is already pressed to your pussy, breathing out in between desperate licks and sucks, “please, baby, please, please, please! jus’ sit on my face, one time, that’s all i ask. please let me feel you, taste you, fuck! i’m s’ fuckin’ desperate for it.”
“but, robby! i’m s’ worried i’m gonna crush your sweet little face.”
“darlin’, baby, honey,” he pants with a whimper, “you won’t, i promise. and to be smothered by your sweet pussy would be the best way to go.”
i need my needy, desperate and sweet boy so fucking bad robyn!!!! fuck!!!! thank you so much for this incredible thot my love 🥹💌💗
178 notes · View notes
gordonsicedcoffee · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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
114 notes · View notes
Text
[CN] Li Zeyan’s Valentine’s ER Karma
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
“As for the rest, leave it to me.”
67 notes · View notes
nondesired · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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 💕
68 notes · View notes
piastri · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
formula one + text posts [6/?]
438 notes · View notes
implitch · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
65 notes · View notes
bradshawsbaby · 2 years
Note
💍 What about Rooster and Mrs Bradshaw celebrating one of their child's birthday with all of the squadron there, I think it would be so cute 😍
Happy birthday btw, I hope you're having an amazing day ❤️
(Sorry if my english is bad, not my first language😖)
For the 2K/Birthday Celebration!
(Your English is perfect, Anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️)
“Smile, Goose! Goose! Over here, honey!” Penny called, holding up her cell phone and trying to snap a clear photograph.
“Goose, look at Aunt Penny! Smile for Aunt Penny, baby,” you cooed in a sing-song voice, pointing towards the camera.
“Come on, buddy,” Bradley said encouragingly, squeezing your son’s stomach playfully. “One big smile for the paparazzi.”
You and Bradley were squatting on either side of Goose’s high chair, trying as hard as you possibly could to get your son to look up so that you could get a nice family picture to commemorate his first birthday. But it was hopeless. Your son had no interest in anything besides the cake that was sitting in front of him, which he was currently digging his fingers into.
“Maybe we should try taking the cake away,” you whispered over Goose’s head, blowing a lock of hair out of your face as you looked over at your husband.
“A suicide mission if I’ve ever heard,” Bradley grimaced, glancing down at the slice of cake, which was now being crushed in both of Goose’s chubby fists.
Sighing softly, you glanced up. “It’s okay, Penny. I’m sure the candids you got are great,” you told her, starting to rise from your position on the grass.
Penny had been gracious enough to host Goose’s first birthday party in her beautifully manicured backyard. She’d insisted on it, in fact. You, Penny, and Amelia had spent all morning decorating—you’d unsurprisingly decided to go with an aviator theme—while Bradley and Mav had prepared all the food on the grill. Your friends had all cleared their schedules to make sure they were available to celebrate the first Dagger Squad baby’s birthday.
“Oh, no, we’ll get it!” Penny insisted, waving you back to your spot. “Goose!” she called again, waving her hand over her head to try to get his attention.
“Baby Bradshaw, you are just as stubborn as your old man,” Hangman smirked, walking over to get a closer view of your failed attempts to capture your son’s attention.
“Oh, shut up,” Phoenix laughed, smacking his stomach as she stepped up beside him. She and Jake had returned from their honeymoon just in time to make it to Goose’s birthday party. “Goose! Look over here at Aunt Phoenix and Uncle Bagman!” she called out, waving her hands over her head.
“Phoenix! He’s going to seriously think that’s my name!” Hangman groaned, waving his hands above his wife’s head as well.
“You guys still haven’t gotten a picture?” Coyote laughed as he walked over, a plate filled with cookies in his hand.
“Seriously?” Payback asked, grinning and shaking his head.
“Come on, Goose! We’re waiting on you to eat cake!” Fanboy joked, stepping up on the other side of Penny and waving his hands in the air as well.
“With the grip he’s got on that thing, I don’t know if any of us are getting cake,” Bob chuckled, pointing at where Goose was now squishing his slice of cake beneath both hands.
“Alright, new mission, Dagger Squad,” you called out, standing up and resting your hands on your hips. “One of you has got to be able to get Goose’s attention. Extra cake for whoever can do it,” you told them with a grin.
Everyone immediately sprang into action, waving their hands and making silly faces and calling out Goose’s name over and over again.
“Come on, Goose, please. For us? For Mommy and Daddy?” Bradley begged, nudging Goose’s arm gently.
“C’mon, talk to me, Goose!” Mav’s voice suddenly boomed across the backyard, startling everyone else. He was standing on the back porch right behind where Penny was standing, waving one of Goose’s birthday gifts in the air. It was a toy jet, attached to a string so that Mav was able to whirl it around his head.
That finally caught your son’s attention. Lifting his head, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and let out a loud laugh. “Mav! Mav!” he cried, waving a frosting-covered hand in the air.
Gasping, Penny held up her cell phone. “Smile! Smile!” she exclaimed.
You and Bradley hurriedly leaned in closer to your son, smiling brightly as Penny snapped away.
“Beautiful!” she beamed, holding up her phone in success.
“That’s a good-looking family right there,” Payback noted with a smile, looking over Penny’s shoulder at the pictures she’d taken.
“Of course it’s Mav who gets the extra cake,” Hangman grumbled, earning another nudge from Phoenix.
“Thank you, Mav!” you called out, grinning widely at him.
“Saving the day, as always,” Bradley smiled, bending down to lift Goose out of his high chair. As soon as he did, however, your son reached up and smashed the cake he’d been holding into your husband’s face.
Everyone burst out laughing at the sight, including you, even as you grabbed a napkin to wipe his face.
“Oh, yeah, that’s your son alright, Bradshaw,” Hangman guffawed, shaking his head in amusement.
“That’s my son,” Bradley nodded, smiling affectionately. “Happy Birthday, Goose.”
816 notes · View notes
beaniegyu · 2 years
Note
physically i am 11,000km away. mentally I am missing your shoulder.
so if i tear up a little then what? you’re gonna have to hand me a tissue 🤧
0 notes
cupidskissx · 8 months
Note
you have eight minutes to write something based off of the prompt ‘ nuh-uh-tuh-tuh-eh-luh-ah. Peenut Butta! ’
(1. Welcome back my love, we’ve missed you ❤️🥰
2. How dare you? 8 minutes… I feel personally attacked and distressed. You know it takes me at least 6 months to write anything!)
~300 words (rushed, flawed and unedited)
Being a polyglot is a blessing and a curse, and for Charles it’s mainly a memory game of who can understand his mother tongue and who can’t.
Sometimes Charles can go days without speaking French if he’s in Maranello, days without speaking Italian if he’s home. Sometimes he can go weeks without speaking English and that’s a risky thing to do, because the consequences can be embarrassing at best or damaging at worst.
The first day back in the paddock after Summer Break is a sport of its own, a not-so-finessed display of linguistic gymnastics. If he was awarded points out of 10, today Charles would be on course to score a three, if lucky. He’s already had to ask multiple reporters to repeat themselves and confused words with similar pronunciations. “Eligible and illegible aren’t the same word, Charles,” Mia whispered after an interview with SkySports.
Now he and a group of drivers are waiting for their briefing to commence. Charles doesn’t regret brining up the topic of dessert until Alex turns the question back on him: “So what about you, what did you have as a final summer break treat?”
“Me? I had, er,” oh no, not again, English slips from his grasp, the words that were on the tip of his tongue dissolve like sugar in boiling water. “It was… crêpes, and you know, that spread…” the vagueness doesn’t do him any favours. “Some people put it on toast,” Charles flicks his eyes to Max. He doesn’t look like he’s the least bit interested in helping.
“Jam?” George asks.
“No, not jam.”
“Biscoff?” Valtteri pipes up from further down the row.
“No, the one that’s like peanut butter, but different.”
“Nutella?” Max supplies, raising the pitch of his voice like it’s a question — like he wasn’t the one who slaved over the pan for Charles last night when neither of them could sleep.
“Oui, crêpes with Nutella and bananas and strawberries.”
“Sounds delicious,” Max adds, his smile pulling into a smirk.
“Yes, yes, compliments to the chef,” Charles rolls his eyes and if anyone else notices fondness in his tone they don’t comment.
83 notes · View notes
sstan-hoe · 1 year
Text
𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing
Tumblr media
You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.
“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.
Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”
You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.
“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.
Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.
His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.
The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.
Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.
A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.
Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.
If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.
His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.
Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.
“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.
Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.
“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.
“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.
You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.
The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.
“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.
Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.
“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.
Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.
The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.
A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.
“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.
“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”
Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”
Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.
“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.
His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.
Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”
You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.
Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.
Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"
With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.
Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.
You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.
As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.
Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."
"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.
You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….
“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.
Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.
You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.
Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.
With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.
Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.
Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.
"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.
Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.
You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.
You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.
Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.
"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.
The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.
A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.
To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."
Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.
Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.
Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.
"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.
At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.
You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."
Tumblr media
yeah I did that. I just ended it here
685 notes · View notes