THE BIG BOY: STUDY BREAK IS THE DEATH OF ME. I LOVED IT.

Can I get a sweet fluffy Andy like anything Andy no Laurie (I ignore she exists anyway lol) but sweet Andy couple stuff

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope this is exactly what you needed angel. ✨💕

What to Wear

Summary: You cant find a shirt that fits but Andy's always there to help. BigChested!Reader X Andy Barber

Warnings: Fluff

Too tight. Too loose. Too small. Too… awkward.

You huffed in mirror, trying to find a top for your date night with your boyfriend, Andy.

“Honey you ready yet?” Shit, he was going to find you in the wardrobe, a sweaty mess with clothes thrown everywhere.

“Just a second!”

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from frustration. Nothing fit over your chest properly and you simply just wanted to look classy and cute for your date, but your only choices were Hooters waitress or Grandma muumuu.

“Honey, is something wrong… I’m going to come in, okay?” the door slid open to Andy with a look of concern on his face. He looked gorgeous as ever in a button up with the sleeves rolled up, his take on casual was taking off his tie and rolling up his sleeves after work and God did it look good on him.

“Oh, baby what’s all this?” He looked at you slouched down in the chair, in the only comfortable lace black bra you own, clothes and hangers strewn over the floor. You covered your face with your handing hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your tear-stained cheeks.

“Nothing fits Andy! Nothing unless you want to take out Pamela Anderson...” You pulled up the red bodysuit that was barely a top and more loke a thin piece of fabric. “…Or Paula Dean!” in your other hand the overly floral button up that looked like a sack on you, was far too big and managed to cover any sign of curves on your body.

He moved closer crouching down at the chair in front of you “Well if its ok with you, I’d like to take you out and I don’t mind what you’re wearing now.” He traced a finger over the lace covering your breast.

“This is a bra, Andy!”

“Well, it’s a very nice bra.” He inched his face, putting his palm on your cheek washing away any residue of tears.

“Hey, I don’t care what you wear, I know what you look like, and I love you… hell I think you look good in one of my shirts – why don’t you try one of them on?”

You had worn Andy’s button ups before around the house from time to time. The expensive shirt was soft against your skin and the buttons didn’t gape over your chest.

Andy hopped up and started sifting through the racks of shirts, pulling out an off white slim fit button up.

“I’m no fashion stylist but this will go with your jeans… try it on.”

You were hesitant but took the shirt from him, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly pulled it across your shoulders. Your arms weren’t tight within the fabric as they usually catered to Andy’s large biceps.

“Here let me help.” He buttoned up the shirt starting from the bottom, one by one, grazing the skin of your stomach ever so softly.

“I think it’d look better without the bra but that’s just me.” He smirked

Bra-less was not an option for you given the fact your breast weren’t naturally perky but it warmed your heart that he didn’t care.

“Ok let me finish it off” Once the last button was done showing a hint of cleavage, you tucked once side into your jeans and zipped them up. Readjusting the gold necklace Andy got you for your birthday so the pendant sat in the valley of your chest.

You finally got a good look of yourself. You looked amazing.

Andy came up behind you as you admired your figure in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think it looks better on you.” He whispered in your ear lips grazing your lobe, eyes never leaving the reflection of you two in the mirror.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror for the first time in months.

“I think we should leave now before I decide I want you to myself for the rest of the night.” Andy’s grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around to face him.

“Ok let’s go.” With a quick kiss on his lips, you finally found something to wear. As well as a new favourite shirt.

Miss you💟

I miss you too 🥹

…And writing but I’m going on a 2 week vacation (like a real one with sun and pina coladas) so I’ll get to clear my head and maybe when I’m back I’ll feel good enough to write again (which is the plan)

Sorry babies, it hasn’t been just Chris being a ho a lot of other personal stuff came up with work etc and your girl is BURNT OUT.

But I still ❤️ you all

Breakfast shenanigans..

Chris Evans x Wife! reader

Summary: Chris and you have a bit of ‘fun’ talk while making breakfast.

Warnings: Sensual…

Note: English is not my first language

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Chris moved his hand towards his left expecting in getting contact with a bare back but his hands met with the cold sheets which made him groan slightly and open his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and stayed in the bed for a few seconds before getting up and searching for his t-shirt which was unsuccessful as he didn’t find it in his room.

He chuckled when he realised that it was his dear wife who must’ve wore it. Chris went out of the bedroom and downstairs where he could hear soft music playing.

He peeked from behind the wall and saw his love making breakfast while swinging side to side through the rhythm.

Chris wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and pulled you back so that your back met with his stoned chest. You turned around startled but soon got calm when you saw your husband with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

‘Good morning wifey dearest’ your husband said with coy, kissing your neck softly. ‘Good morning hubby dearest’ you greeted him back with a bright smile.

He leaned down and kissed your soft lips, sucking it at some point. You pulled away, resuming making breakfast.

‘It can wait’ Chris mumbled and pulled you towards him, ‘why don’t you focus on your husband right now?’ Chris said, sensually, ‘I’m still sore Chris, you fucked me in such an animalistic speed last night’ you poured, ‘you enjoyed it’ Chris stated, ‘yes I did’ you giggled kissing his neck and sucking his soft spot, making him moan lightly.

‘I’m gonna get a shower’ Chris said giving your breast a jiggled with a light squeeze. He started going towards the bedroom not before giving you a slap on your cheek which made you squeal.

‘You’re invited, Mrs Evans’ he said now going backwards.

You quickly turned off the stove and ran towards your husband who picked you up with ease. You wrapped you legs around him and held his face in your hands,kissing his soft lips.

‘Can’t wait to shower with you Mr Evans’ you smirked.

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soulmate au where when your soulmate draws something on their body it also appears on yours. please do andy barber x reader

Sparks Fly

A/N: Short but cute. I'm not super good at fantasy AU (first time) but I hope this is sort of what you wanted. It was fun to write but definitely a good challenge. Thanks for breaking me out of my comfort zone! I want go back! 🤠💕

Andy fiddled with his pen during witness interviews, half listening to the third person account and half letting Neal have a moment to feel like he was the big man; asking and responding to the witness. Andy was supposed to be taking notes, but he found himself doodling, on the notepad in front of him. What started off with random squiggles and unreadable shorthand, slowly turned into more intricate patterns as he realised the pressure he applied allowed for contrast in the strokes.

  After filling in most of the page, he needed a new canvas, eyeing up his hand he moved the pen ever so slightly to the skin between his thumb and his pointer, enjoying the feeling of the pen tip of his skin as he drew a small heart. Smiling down at his creation, small enough you wouldn’t be able to notice it as he went about his day to day, but big enough that he could enjoy the small joy he got from it. He admired his work, thinking about how good it would look like a tattoo on a more feminine hand. 

  You woke up, late as per usual and with 20 minutes before you had to leave to your job at the coffee shop you instantly sprinted out of bed, gathering your clothes from off the floor. 

  Reaching down to grab a clean pair of panties from the basket with your left hand you noticed the small, hand drawn heart that had appeared while you slept.

  The heart sat like ink on your skin, brushing it off as a mindless action from yesterday or a weirdly sweet prank by your roommate while you slept you made your way to the bathroom.

  Lathering your hands with soap you went to scrub away the scribble yet after 5 minutes of mindless palming frothy soap in your hands and attempting to scratch away the heart with your fingernails to no avail you were starting to get frustrated. Permanent marker you thought or maybe some weird temporary tattoo pen. 

  You quickly googled ways to remove a permanent drawing on your hand but all you got was tattoo removal in your area. But it wasn’t a tattoo, you’d never stepped foot in a shop and were petrified on needles. It sat on your skin so well, like it came up from your bloodstream and sat below the skin rather a minor attack from the outside. It wasn’t itchy or scabbing or bruised like most fresh tattoos. It just… was. Like a freckle or an inconspicuous mole. 

  Deciding that were already late and since the doodle wasn’t offensive, on your face or overtly obvious you went about getting yourself ready for work. Making your way out the door, keys in mouth while mid ponytail with minutes to spare. 

  Your day went on as usual, serving coffee to the local businessmen and women during their pursuit of caffeine. Ever so often you’d glance down at the minimalist “tattoo” while counting cash or handing over coffees. While you were still keen to get whatever toxic formula was used to create the inerasable mark you appreciated the joy that ignited in you whenever you looked at it. It released an intoxicating feeling, a strange mix of happy nostalgia and content. But it was just a little heart, right? By afternoon, you had settled that if you couldn’t get rid of it you wouldn’t mind the hand drawn ode to love on your hand. 

  But you would still have a go at your roommate about drawing on you while you slept. 

  “Hi gorgeous.” You internally groaned at the tall, cocky man who had appeared in front of you. Forcing a smile for the man.

  “What can I get you?” 

  “I’ll have a black coffee and um…” He turned around to meet the man who entered in closely behind him. 

  “Andy what do you want?”

  “Just a coffee please.” His acquaintance’s smile at you was softer and less creepily threatening. He was clearly tired but that couldn’t overshadow his handsomeness. His button up shirt fitted snugly against his arms and chest. His slight scruff on his chin was well kept. The man clearly took care of himself, and you couldn’t help but notice the intoxicating smell of his cologne as he approached the counter. 

  “Great two coffees, one black coming up.” You smiled back.

  “Your coffee.” You gestured to the handsome lawyer. 

  “Thank you so much.” He walked over to you holding out his hand as you held out his takeaway cup and there it was.

  An identical heart on the very same hand as yours. In the very same position. And in the very same style.

  You both paused when you noticed each other’s relative markings. 

  “Is that a tattoo?” He gestured to yours, breaking the silence first.

  “Umm no I woke up with it this morning, it’s weird it won’t come off. Is yours?”

  “No, I just drew mine on me this morning while I was distracted.” His nervousness present in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair.

  “That’s… odd.” Your head running with plausible reasoning, confusion present on your face.

  “Really odd.” His eyes honed into your hand. 

  “I’m Andy by the way.” He held out his decorated hand. 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand back, with your decorated hand. 

  A sudden zap between the contact caused you both to startle. You made eye contact, both breathing out a laugh.

Waking up with Chris

All fluff but 18+ just in case pick your own chris but I obviously chose my favorite. This is an AU (that I wish was real I dont know Chris Evans at all.)

Comments appreciated and reblogs. No publishing no re posting no translation on any site

I wake up to his sweet, bright blue eyes staring at me.

"Hi"

"Hi" his hand cupped my cheek.

"I think I fell asleep here"

"What was your first clue"

"Meanie "

"How about I make it up to you with a kiss?"

I groan

"My mouth" all I could think about was my morning breath and the fact that I forgot to brush my teeth last night.

"And mine. Just a peck hmm" he caressed my shoulder

This man is going to be the death of me.

"Ok"

True to his wording It was just a peck

But he kept his lips on mine

I couldn't help myself from giggling

"So," he sighs "What do you want to do today?" his lips still in ghosting mine and occasionally touching.

"Me?"

He chuckled (and hr decided not to make a joke at the way he could've taken it.)

"Yea, you if you can do anything."

"Relax with you"

"Yea." No inflection but his face looked slightly confused.

"Yea why do you make it sound like the weirdest thing ever?"

"No I just you don't want to go shopping or I don't know."

"No just be with you." Besides me being too broke to shop I thought.

"I could do with a day of rest. What do saw we order breakfast in and just watch movies?" His fingers dance along my shoulder

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Anything with bacon"

"Oh a girl after my own heart."

"Well that's the plan." I smile "but um can we take things slow."

"Course. As slow as you want. Or as fast."

"Slow."

"Worth a try. But we did sleep together already." I ignored him.

"What time is it?"

"5 am"

"Why are we up?"

"I don't know about you but I was watching you sleep"

"Ok you're creepy."

"Me ?," his eyes widened as his hand touches his chest. " Me m- ok yea."

I giggle as he pulls me closer.

"Just so beautiful."

"Relax I already slept with you."

"Mhm technically we slept next to each other. Buuuut. I'm kidding I just. I dont know how I just, I fell so fast."

"No! You don't say."

"Cute. Come 'ere" he wrapped his arms around my shoulders "Sleep, I'll be right here." He kissed my temple as I settled on his chest

"I don't know if have ever been happier."

"I have when you first agreed to stay with me. The plans I have for the two of us.," he smirked.

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hey do you write platonic? and besides chris and his character who else do you write?

Hey! Thanks for your question. I love answering them makes me feel like I’m giving a celebrity Q&A lol.

Anyways, yep I do platonic!

While I only think I can write good for Steve / Peter Parker (maybe even Thor.. eh) in the Marvel verse… I could also possibly do

- Harry Styles and any one direction member that isn’t Liam (sorry ick)

- Male #StrangerThings characters (the ones over 18 that is but anything platonic happy to do all characters)

- Suits (this tumblr was an OG Harvey Spector appreciation page)

- Harry Potter

Male Celebrities like:

- Theo James

- the Hemsworths

- Any 40+ male celebrity (daddies if ya know what I mean)

I haven’t written fan fiction since I was like 15 (started off with One Direction OGs know what it was like circa 2010-2014… I still have battle scars) but I’m enjoying it so far and am really in the grove of Chris and his characters atm.

Just ask and I will let know if I can or I can’t! I try to put out good stuff and am happy to put in a little time to research and get the vibes of whoever you request a fic about.

While I don’t have many limits as to what I write as you can see on my page I do draw lines somewhere! So as long as it’s not too weird/illegal I’ll write it.

I am plus size/curvy myself so I’m really good at specialising in curvy!reader x character/celebrity because I feel like that demographic is underrepresented in fan fiction!

Fun fact about me:

I have a big girl corporate job so this is a hobby I do on weekends/after work to just unwind and do something fun and creative. I’ve been sick lately hence the massive output of stories. I like using my imagination for scenarios and what better way to take those maladaptive daydreams to the next level then to write them down!

Thank you again and my inbox is always open for any questions or if you just want to chat about life and what not. Fully anon! 💕

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

How do you do?

All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Word Count: 2.8 K

Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through. 

Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

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