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bluemusickid · 2 years

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CE character: my husband, Andy "Huge Weiner" Barber x PlusSize!Fem!Character

Warnings for the stuff undercut: sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, 18+ smut.

A/N: It's day 1 of ovulation and oh god am I feral. Bet my pussy is raw af after the intense rubbing its been getting.

Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;

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All I can think is how AMAZING it would be to get railed by Andy Barber. Imagine working for him and secretely dating him, but you can't stop thinking about him and his wonderful mouth, fingers, cock...

Finally when you can't control it, and you're sure you've soaked your panties, you walk to him; your feet wobbling with erotic anticipation. Knocking on his door, you open it to see him on his laptop, typing away intently as he absent-mindedly loosens his tie, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face.

Your breath hitches. How can he turn you on with a simple gesture like that? Locking the door behind you, you turn to face him, as you see him chewing on his bottom lip, clearly engrossed with his paperwork to ignore you like that. You whimper as you make your way to him. You needed him STAT. There was a fire in your belly, a beast which only he could tame.

"Andy." You whisper, your voice breathy with lust.

He looks up, perplexed by your tone. He hadn't expected to see you here, especially since you had an upcoming case that you had been prepping for day and night.

"Hey sweetheart. Is everything ok?" He asks, pushing his chair back. You groan inwardly. Those thick thighs spread apart...UGHH. It made your mouth water, mind whirring with possibilities. You make your way to his desk silently, dropping to your knees, taking your place between his legs. His frown deepens, not really catching onto your actions.

"I need you. Here, now. Hard." You murmur, running your hands ever so slightly over his wonderful thighs. You place soft kisses on them over the fabric of his pants, the heat dissipating through them adding to your ever growing lust.

When you look up to gaze at him, you see his eyes darken, his hands moving to cover yours.

"The door-"

"-is locked."

He gazes at you for a beat, before undoing his belt and zipper. You go to take him out, but he stops you.

"No."

You frown, cocking your head at his denial. What was he upto?

"Show me. Show me how much you need me." He says, as he takes himself in hand, stroking his member with slow, deliberate strokes.

You gulp, sitting down on the floor as you open your legs for him to see your drenched panties. He sharply inhales, gruffly muttering, "Wider."

You pant, widening your legs as you circle your engorged nub through your underwear; the coarse lace adding to your already overheated state.

There are no words spoken; just the silence in the room broken by both of your laboured breathing. You can feel yourself nearing your climax, but you hold off. The only way you're gonna cum is on this gorgeous man's cock.

"Enough." He growls, as he gets off his chair, kneeling in front of you, his face a mere centimeter away from your core. You inhale sharply, as you feel him softly bite you through the thin scrap of material.

"Oh yeah, I can see her soaking for me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want." He muttered as he roughly pulls off your panties, the cool air of the room hitting your overheated core.

He pulls your legs apart wider, to the point where they are completely pulled apart. He holds them in place with his knees, grinning wickedly as he sees the realisation dawn on your face. This man was going to ruin you-and he was gonna do it in the office, knowing that you couldn't make a noise. The bastard.

"I hope you can keep quiet sweetheart, because I know how much you like to scream my name." With that, he enters you in a swift move, relishing the feel of your warm, wet walls around him. After a few moments inside, he lets go. Setting a relentless pace, he practically pounds you into the floor; all the while pinning your arms to your side with your fingers intertwined and legs spread-eagled.

You jolt your head from side to side, unable to contain your whimpers. Your thighs were shaking from effort; you needed respite from his merciless pace, his relentless rhythm.

You silently beg, "please please please", praying for him to let you close your legs; but he wouldn't budge. He quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your peak; but then slows down and even stops, keeping you at the brink but not letting you fall into the ravine. You nearly screamed in frustration. Why was he doing this? Why was he prolonging the delicious torture?

He takes pity on you, perhaps, and lowers his tie into your mouth; effectively gagging you.

"As much as I love hearing those sweet sounds, I wouldn't want us to get in trouble."

With that, he resumes his punishing pace, keeping you pinned down. Tears stream down your face as the heat swirling in your belly makes its way to your core, your thighs beginning to shake again.

Leaning down, he kisses your tears away, muttering mid-pant, "take it. Take it all. I know you can, sweetheart. Feel me."

And you do. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.

He takes his knees off your legs, holding them up to keep your hips in the air, the changed angle hitting all your sensitive spots. You're sure you'll not be able to walk after these gymnastics wreaking havoc on your body; both inside and outside.

You feel yourself hurtling towards completion, as is he; you hear him mutter through gritted teeth. A thrust has you seeing stars as you reach your peak, finally reaching completion and giving your screaming nerve endings their respite.

He follows you, his hot spend coating your walls as he shunts into you, making sure not even a drop is wasted. He collapses on you, careful not to squash you as he leaves soft kisses on your hair, his hands softly stroking your waist.

"Day after your period?" He drawls lazily, drawing patterns on your skin.

You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.

He smiles lazily, "I'll go home and get the bath ready and order us a pizza."

You sigh happily, snuggling into him. This man knows you too well.

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Man oh man, this is the first thing i've published in a long time. Let's hope y'all like it as much as I did. 🥰

Yes day 2 of ovulation is pretty much the same lol.

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ranveer--singh · 1 year

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 6 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari's alarm rang, making him moan as the noise was too loud. He yawned, getting up and rubbing his eyes walking towards the bathroom. He had a massive headache and quickly showered, brushed his teeth before making a strong cup of coffee.

20 minutes later he was sitting in his car driving to work, there was so much traffic all the horn sounds were making his head hurt. While sitting in traffic, he opened the glove compartment and took two ibuprofen and downed the last of his coffee.

Shortly after, he arrived at the university. Ari parked his car, grabbing his bag and ID, putting on his sunglasses before walking in. He scanned his ID, going through the barriers and rushed straight to the staff room for another cup of coffee.

He poured himself a large mug of coffee, taking his sunglasses off and walked over to Steve, Jenson, Andy, Clark and Frank who all stood near the vending machine. He said his hello looking at everyone just staring at him. Steve broke the silence and spoke,

"How did the wife take it that you came home drunk," Steve said, patting his back and getting Ari to choke on his coffee.

"What? I'm not married. What are you talking about," Ari said, his eyes widened looking at the men all shocked.

"So who was the lady who kept calling you last night then," Jenson said curiously, thinking he would have a shot with her. Ari grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the calls from last night, and blushed.

"Look he is blushing just thinking of her," Frank said, making the others chuckle.

"Yeah Ari tell us who she is," Steve said, elbowing Ari.

"It's no one guys, just a friend," Ari said not wanting to talk about this anymore.

"Was it the girl you were moaning in your sleep," Jensen said, making Ari quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What, when did I do that," Ari said, confused about the whole situation. Jensen took his phone out and played a video of Ari sleeping in the back of the car and August holding his head up, you can hear him moan her name. Ari blushed, wanting to disappear into a black whole, while few of the others laughed.

"Oh no, Ari has a crush," Colin and Jensen said in unison, making Ari again blush, his feelings for Nadfy growing stronger.

"So Ari who is she, if she is not your wife. We are all friends here," Frank said.

"She is just a friend, I met her at the train station on my first day to work. The way she walked onto the platform, her hair blowing in the wind. It took my breath away,"

"You are in love, you are in love," Clark sang, and everyone chuckled singing along.

"No guys, stop it" he said, wanting to hide away from the rowdy schoolboy kids who are professors. The university bell rang, and most of the teachers left to go teach while Ari and Andy had the first period off so went to the canteen to get some food.

"Everything ok Ari," Andy said sitting down with a bowl of chaat in front of him.

"Kinda man, you know Maddy. You know the girl you met at the clothes shop. I like her a lot," Ari quickly said, taking a few gulps of his coffee.

"That's nice, have you asked her out," Andy said after taking another spoonful of chaat in his mouth.

"No man, what if she will reject me," Ari said, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't think she will, why don't you try," Andy said, letting Ari try some of the chaat.

"Andy, can I ask about your love story," Ari said, seeing a huge smile across Andy's face.

"Of course you can, we have been married for 4 years this Saturday. I met her at a Gujarati festival navratri 6 years ago. My close friends where all going to this festival and wanted me to join them. I was reluctant at first but then putting the Indian outfit on and learning dandiya with my friends was so fun. I saw Y/N dance, doing all those intricate moves that mesmerized me. I even asked her to do dandiya with me, at first she said no but later on joined my friends and it was love at first sight," Andy said his heart beating fast and a high grin plastered on his face.

"That all sounds wonderful Andy, what does she do," Ari said watching Andy talk with such joy in his voice.

"She is my cutie 5ft nerd. She is a web designer/coder working for World India, here let me show you some pictures," Andy said, grabning his phone and unlocking it to show Ari pictures of his wife, smiling while explaining each photo.

"She looks beautiful Andy, I want the same with Maddy," he said looking at Andy's smile shutting his phone.

"Ari you like Maddy a lot, I can see from the way you talk about her to me. Ask her out man, if you don't then how will she know you like her," Andy said seeing Ari look nervous and worried.

"I haven't ask out a girl in a long time, what if she says no," Ari said rubbing his eyes, yawning.

"Why don't you facetime her, talk about random things first then tell her you really like her and like to go on a date. See where the conversation goes and take it from there," Andy said, getting up to get a little more chaat.

"If she agrees, any ideas for a first date. I haven't dated anyone in 4 years," Ari said looking at Andy who was willing to help him out.

"You could call her to your place and cook for her. Make something simple and talk about life back home. Make the date comfortable for the both off you," Andy said and Ari nodded his head somewhat agreeing to what he said.

"What shall I cook her, I'm not a great cook you know," Ari said scratching the back of his head.

"Simple, let me send you a recipe I made my wife on the first date, it was tacos and she loved it," Andy said smiling at Ari who looked nervous.

"I love tacos, they shouldn't be that hard to make, do send me the recipe," Ari said thinking of making some margaritas to drink.

"Oh and Ari, if you run through any issues, send me a text and my wife and I will come over to help out," Andy said looking at his watch to see it was nearly time for his lesson.

"Oh before we leave to go teach, I have been talking about you a lot to my wife and she would like to invite you over for dinner. If you're free on Thursday evening, I can take you straight after class. She is making her famous Khichdi and Kadhi, you will love it," Andy said and Ari grabbed his phone to look at his calendar to see if he was free and agreed to come over for dinner.

Both of them went opposite directions to their class to start teaching. It was going to be a long day and all Ari could think about was Maddy.

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 2 years

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Andy Barber Fics

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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You Bring Light Into My Life - Andy Barber

Summary: You’re feeling homesick during your favourite holiday from back home, Andy Barber steps in re-lighting the spark.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Desi!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none fluff all the way, andy being a cute lil baby, mutual pining, celebrating diwali, past in italics.

A.N: this is for @elle14-blog1 it’s her diwali gift, plus i’m a sucker for stories of people from different cultures falling in love and celebrating each other’s traditions and making their own, happy diwali to those celebrating!

Word Count: 1.2k

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There was something about the festival of lights that enamoured you. The way the fireworks reflected off of the buildings colouring them for once beyond their muted beiges and greys.

You look around the quite neighbourhood from your window, Boston didn’t glow as bright on Diwali as your home country. It was approaching dusk and most apartments had led lights but not just to celebrate the festival.

You look down at the diyas then at the clock, almost time to light them up. You place the lit diyas along the window pane careful to have the flame not touch the walls or the glass.

Gathering the flowers and the electric diyas on a tray you open your front door just as your neighbour opens his own.

“Hey.” He greets, blue eyes moving over your traditional outfit to the tray.

“Diwali correct?” Andy smiles when your eyes widen at him not butchering the pronunciation.

“Yes,” you kneel to place the flowers and the diyas.

“Happy Diwali.” He greets, you smile up at him.

“Happy Diwali.” You greet back, Andy should go, he should because staring at your neighbour for this long seems wrong.

You don’t mind it though, letting him watch you set up the diyas and press the button. The light sputters then goes out. You pout, picking it up has one flower roll away.

Andy bends down his laptop bag casted to the side with his coat. He grabs the flower, then shifts closer to you placing it back to the original place.

“Probably a battery issue?” He murmurs as you sigh frustrated.

“I think the person sold me dummy pieces, these are new batteries.” You explain, setting the device back down.

“Could I take a look?” He holds his hand out, he hasn’t gotten many chances to speak with you.

You both do have a weekly run in in the elevator when you’re just getting done with your twenty four hour shift and he’s returning from his firm and once or twice a month he’d borrow coffee from you for his machine.

You’ve never requested anything from him apart from one time that your lock broke just as you both were making your way from the elevators discussing about the landlord having three dogs but allowing no one else to keep pets.

Andy despite being tired ran to the store and brought back a new lock and a deadbolt. Saved the invoices typed up the application to the landlord to reimburse you and update all the locks in the building.

He even offered to sleep on the couch incase you feel ill at ease. You always thought Andy is handsome but that small offer of caring and being protective it sent your crush into a full blown spiral.

Andy blinks as he removes the battery, thinking over the several chances he has had to speak to you. Maybe even flirt a little, but he never made a move. He wants to so badly.

“Ah okay, the wiring inside is unattached.” He declares seeing the wires half off of the circuitry.

“Great.” You murmur, disappointment lacing your tone.

“I’m sorry.” Andy still holds the diya, your expression tugging at his heart strings.

“No, I, I’m just very homesick and I used to do this back home, decorate with flowers and diyas at the front door. Stupid thing won’t work and I can’t keep flames unattended.” Your eyes fall to his things, “I’m sorry I should let you go—,”

“No, you aren’t taking up my time, the meeting can wait. Is there something I can do to help?” His hand reaches for your forearm, fingers gently wrapping around, warmth seeping to your skin.

Andy can’t see you upset, he knows longing intimately, he knows it’s a part of homesickness.

You chuckle humourlessly, “Andy I’m pretty sure you can’t bring the non bursting fireworks here or have the streets decorated in lanterns and lights, or get this damn diya to work.” You let the diya be there unlit.

He looks into your home at the diyas lighting your window.

“You should get on with your evening, I’ve anyways got to video chat my parents, I’ll see you sometime yeah? Thank you so much for helping.” You quickly ramble, he stands with you.

You reach up, kissing his cheek murmuring another rushed but sincere apology. Your door closes and Andy stands with the diya in his hand and a light bulb going off in his head.

The Diya flickers on and he smiles at probably the good omen.

“Yeah it will work to make her smile.” He says to himself.

Its three to four hours later with your dinner in the microwave rotating even slower than usual that there is a knock on the door.

You frown, going over and looking through the peephole. Andy stands there hands behind his back. Swiftly you open the door.

“Hey.” He greets with a beaming smile that never fails to make you smile.

“Hi Andy.” You chuckle then blink and look down, every few feet are flame diyas till the elevators.

“That is a fire hazard— Andy?” You look up at him and his grin just gets more wider with pink tinged.

“You said you wanted diwali, now I couldn’t exactly bring in fireworks but I found the sparklers and,” he rummages in his pocket.

He brings out the electric diya, all lit up and working properly.

Your eyes begin to brim with tears, leaving the door you wrap your arms around him, “Oh Andy, I don't have the words, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Andy smiles, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. Before he can stop himself he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your arms tighten around his frame, his scent comforting you. The gesture making your heart flutter.

“Wanna meet me downstairs to light the sparklers?” He questions, unwilling to let you go.

“It’s a date.” You look up at him, Andy’s beaming smile lights up your heart as he cups your cheek.

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two years later.

“Princess?” Andy calls out from near the doorway of the kitchen.

“Yes, baby?” You look up from the arrangement of the diyas you were making.

“Does this look right?” He holds up the dough of the confectionery, it starts sliding to the edge of the bowl.

“Um…” you purse your lips, he looked so hopeful, “its a little runny…” you chuckle when he pouts, standing up to meet him in the kitchen.

“We’re out of flour to counter it…” He sighs but then laughs at your bewildered expression.

“I don’t even want to know how you managed to do that Andrew.” You take the bowl from his hands, trying to inspect what went wrong.

“We’ll just ask mum on the call.” You deem.

“That is the best idea,” he glances outside a smile on his features.

“Its time Princess.” He grabs your hand and leads you to the main door of the house you both now share.

You grab the floral arrangement, from the tray. You admire his excitement, loving him even more for sharing and wanting to participate in your traditions.

Both of you kneel, lighting the one real flame diya together with the electric lighter. Andy then pulls out the very same electric diya from two years ago, he holds it as you press the button the bulb flickers on strongly.

“Happy Diwali, Princess.” He kisses your forehead, both of you placing the diya down.

“Happy Diwali, baby.” You cup his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss.

Completing your tradition with him.

-x-

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sstan-hoe · 3 years

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𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 — 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Andy Barber x Fem!reader

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 — SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, kinda mama kink if that exists, slight praise kink

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — two days Andy gosh, so until we finally reach someone again that I've never written for before its gonna be a few days. reblog and comment! *not my gif. this is an au were Jacob died and lauri lived

• KINKTOBER

Something you always wanted was a little family of your own. It always seemed unreachable until you met Andy Barber.

With Andy it appeared as if your dream could become reality at least you thought this, but after dating for a year Andy told you about his past. His son died one year before you met killed by his own mother who was in a psychiatry under special treatment by now.

Feeling bad for him you comforted him in any way you could. With all the information you gathered, you decided to push your dream further away so you wouldn’t put him under pressure.

Now after another three years you moved in with Andy and were engaged. Andy was happy to have you, you helped him through a hard time in his life.

However he never before thought about having another child let alone get married, but here he was engaged. All over in Andy’s eyes having a child was a bigger step then marriage.

As you laid on Andy’s chest in your shared bed while the rain lightly hammered against the glass of the window. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and clear you could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window.

Your head laid comfortably on Andy’s naked chest as his arms closed around your middle. You were dressed in one of his flannels.

“Andy?” You whispered while you fingertip danced on his chest. “Yes sweetheart?”

You paused for a moment. “Have-have you ever thought about having another kid? Like with me?” Too shy to meet his eyes you stared out the window watching the rain.

Andy’s eyes slightly widened. If he was to be honest, he did think about it once or twice. Having a child with you meant everything to Andy, he may wasn’t completely over Jacob – and never fully could – but he knew that he had to move on and maybe that little child could be his second chance in life with you.

“No wait let me uh re-phrase that; do you think you want kids again?” You stopped him before he could say something, being to afraid he would say ‘no’.

“I did… I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but we could maybe try and when it happens it happens.” Andy said slowly, he wasn’t sure how to answer you however one thing had to be brought over: He wanted a child with you.

“You want a baby with me?” It was the first time you looked up him only to see Andy already gazing at you. This was all you ever dreamed about, having a family.

“Yeah sweetheart, I want a baby with you.” He whispered against your soft lips before he slide his lips over yours. Your eyes flattered close whilst Andy sealed his promise with a loving kiss.

His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you on top of him. “Gonna make you a mama.” Andy breathed out breaking the kiss catching for air.

“Andy,” you let out with a shaking voice, shivers running down your spine by his choice of words.

Your hips start rocking over the bulge in his pants trying to create some fraction between your legs.

“I’m gonna give you what you need mama, gonna breed you with our baby.” He told you.

His hands fell to your thighs. You lifted your hips, allowing him to snap your red lace panties and throw them near the bathroom door. Trying to assist him you began unbuttoning Andy’s flannel. Andy being too impatient ripped the flannel open causing the buttons to flow around the bedroom.

Andy enjoyed the sight in front of him, you naked on top of him being greedy for his cock. Your hands moved down to his boxers freeing his cock. You lifted yourself on his penis slowly sinking down on him leading to a moan leave your lips.

“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, sweetheart? Make you a mama?” He asked you and bucked his hips up into you.

You desperatly nodded your head as your eyes closed in pleasure. “God yes!” Andy’s hands came back up to your hips gently massaging the flesh before he had locked you underneath him. A gasp in surprise left your mouth. Starting with harder, deeper strokes he worked you up.

Andy felt you clenching your spongy walls around him. “Want your baby, Andy.” You bit out sporting him on to go faster. His fingers moved to your clit rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re close? Can feel the way that tight little pussy is squeezin’ my cock.” Andy growled against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna cum, and then I will fill you up with my seed. Make you all full an’ round with my baby.”

Like an elastic band in your belly stretches until it can’t do anything but snap your orgasm hits you in uncontrollably waves of pleasure. “Look so pretty when you cum mama.” Andy told you with heart eyes.

“Come in me my love, fill me up with your baby.” You said as you caressed his warm cheek, oh how much you loved him. Andy didn’t hesitate to paint your walls with his white seed.

Andy collapsed on top of you slowly turning to the side.

“I definitely made ya pregnant.” Andy said proud with a grin on his face.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠 —

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sebsbrokentoe · 3 years

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Late nights

A/N: this came about cause i was thirsting over Andy as usual, I’m nervous about this again cause I’m not used to writing smut, so bear with me. Anyways I hope you like it and dont forget to like and reblog and leave some feedback.

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warnings: 18+, mentions of sex toys, dry humping, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), spit kink, lots of teasing, cockwarming, Andy Barber is a warning. (lmk if I missed anything)

word count: 1438

MINORS DNI

You were going to bed alone again for the third time this week. The reason why was because Andy was working another late night, this time you were upset because he was working at home. It was easier to understand when he was at the office, but when he’s a few feet away from you, well you didn’t understand that. You didn’t want to be annoying or clingy when he was working, but you couldn’t help but miss him.

Every day he’s been working up earlier than you and leaving before you could open your eyes properly. He never leaves without pecking you on the forehead and a whisper of ‘i love you’, while you mumble a response that makes him smile at your sleepy state. You understand he has to work, but you were feeling extra needy this week. You knew your period was coming soon, that’s when you’re extra horny and a vibrator wasn’t going to cut it when you had Andy.

He knew about your toys you had before you both were together, and he never had a problem with you using it when he wasn’t around, actually he sometimes uses it on you. The first time he suggested it, you felt it to your core, and you nodded your head, probably too enthusiastically. It was euphoric, to say the least, you both enjoyed it so it became an occurrence in the bedroom.

You made your way to his office, seeing him massaging his temples looking over the papers on his desk. That was a sign that he was overworking himself, if you didn’t come in to check up on him, you knew he would’ve fallen asleep, which wasn’t the first time.

You knocked on the door, to not scare him and you saw his stressed-out face, with his brows furrowed from reading all those files. You gave him a small smile as you approached him, seeing him slightly relax from the sight of you.

You went to lean back on the table, but he pulled you on his lap after he complained that you were too far away. You wiggled around, making yourself comfortable as his arms moved around your waist to bring you closer to rest your head in the crook of his neck. You linked your arms around his waist as well, trying to give him some kind of comfort.

“You should come to bed, you’re overworking yourself again” You heard him mumble some response, but he seemed distracted when he slid his hands under his your t-shirt, moving under your shorts to caress your ass cheeks. Of course, you couldn’t keep the small whimper from coming out at the feeling of ringed hands over your ass.

“You already wet for me, honey? I haven’t done anything yet and you’re probably dripping already” You couldn’t hold in another whimper, while your hips had a mind of their own, as you started moving over his crotch feeling his cock harden in his pants. He moved his hands to help the movements of your hips, adding friction to your covered clit. Your eyes were shut close from the movements hitting your clit every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“You already close honey? All you had to do was work yourself on daddy huh. Here’s what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna cum and then you’re gonna keep me warm until I’m done with work. Go on honey, cum for me” You started to move faster, thanks to Andy’s praises.

Your mouth was wide open, no sound coming out from the force of your orgasm.

“Such a good girl honey” You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest, slightly worn out but loving the close comfort between the two of you. Andy chuckled a bit at your appearance, all fucked out before he did any work. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that he still had time to finish some work before his day off tomorrow, that he didn’t tell you about. He planned on waking you up with an orgasm, and several more following throughout the day. But he thought to start his activities tonight as a treat.

“Are you okay baby, I’m gonna need you to lift for a sec” He was quiet in his words, not wanting to push you too much tonight. You looked at him before moving with a puzzled look on your face, not understanding what he wanted right now.

“You’re gonna keep my cock warm while I work, got it honey” He grinned at you after he stressed the word honey, knowing how much that would affect you. You couldn’t move any faster, smiling innocently at him, while he unbuckled his belt to pull his cock through his briefs, not even pulling down his pants.

Before you moved to straddle his lap, you got down on your knees to tease him a bit, preoccupied in your thoughts to think about what punishment you could get after.

You looked him in the eye, knowing how much he loved eye contact, lightly gripping the base of his cock to lick the long vein up till the tip, where you sucked on the tip just a bit to get a reaction out of him, seeing that his hands were almost white from gripping the sides of his chair.

His head was thrown back, a moan letting its way out which made you smile, you wanted to tease more just for a kick, loving the effect you had on him. You moved one hand up and down his leg grabbing his attention as you spit on his cock, letting it drip down and using it as a lubricator to fist his cock. He couldn’t hold in his grunts this time as his eyes rolled back, forgetting what he wanted in the first place.

“Fuck honey, I don’t wanna cum now. Shit- that feels good, oh god” He was rambling at this point and you were pleased with his reaction, smiling like a saint on your knees. He found some self-restraint when he held our wrist, stopping himself from cumming, trying to catch his breath, closing his eyes to stop himself from looking at you, knowing that with one look he wouldn’t stop himself from cumming.

You raised to your full height to straddle his lap noticing that his fist was closed and his breathing heavier, trying not to smile at his poor attempt of cooling himself down, you started leaving small kisses along his jaw, nipping at some points but leaving small licks and blows of air at the slightly red spot.

One thing you loved was how red his neck would get whenever you did that, seeing it reach to his cheeks, even though he tries to deny that he’s blushing.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t prepare for him to lift you slightly on his cock, feeling the stretch immediately. You moaned at the slight pain mixing with the intense pleasure of his cock filling you up, noticing him eyeing the small bulge in your stomach.

“Don’t think I would forget about that stunt, teasing me like that, you know better than that” He clicked his tongue, almost sounded disappointed at your behaviour, but on the inside, he always liked when you took control like that and he was never ashamed of letting you take the reins.

You couldn’t speak from the fullness you felt, leaning your head down to rest on his shoulder, stopping yourself from squirming too much, knowing you weren’t going to get anything that way.

“That's a good girl, be still for daddy while he’s finishing his work and maybe if you behave I’ll let you suck on my cock after I eat you okay” Choking back a moan at his words, you knew better than to just nod. “Yes daddy, I’ll be your good girl” He rubbed your back and pecked your temple at your words, moving his chair closer to the desk, causing him to thrust into you.

Your moans echoed in his office, making him smile at the noise you were making.

“Remember sweetheart, no moving until I’m done” Letting out a small whimper as an acknowledgement, he got back to his work, teasing you in his way by moving his legs causing his cock to move, again and again, stopping right before you could cum.

You quickly realised he was going to do this for at least 2 more hours, shutting your eyes at thrusts into you, getting frustrated that you weren’t going to cum anytime soon.

“I told you, sweetie, don’t tease daddy”

#andy barber smut #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x poc!reader #andy barber #andy barber x desi!reader #andy barber x you #chris evans characters

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athenaeum-simps · 3 years

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Credit:- @mo0n.ligh8 on Instagram

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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This beautiful moodboard by @henrythickcavill 😍 I love how she got exactly what I wanted. Babe! This is amazing! 💖

#moodboard #andy barber moodboard #chris evans moodboard #andy barber #defending jacob #andy barber x desi reader #chris evans x desi reader #chris evans

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 3 years

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Masterlist:

Request - R◦ · ❧ · ◦Smut/Smut-ish - S*

Steve Rogers

I choose you (plus size reader)

I have always loved you (plus size reader) S*

Fan-arts and ships

Steve Rogers x Plus Size Reader R

Let’s heal together R

Steve rogers x reader R S*

Rain of love (desi reader) S*

Time After Time R S*

I’ll give you everything S*

Frank Adler

New Venture

Sunday Morning

Arrangement (plus size reader) ; My valentine (“Arrangement” drabble)

Frank Adler x reader R

Tangled S*

Frank Adler Drabble

Slice of Life

Andy Barber

Home, finally

Fresh Start (plus size single mother reader); Day Out (PART 2 of Fresh Start)

Andy Barber x Reader R

Senator!Andy Barber HC R

Ransom Drysdale

Royal Love (prince!Ransom ❧ plus size reader) S*

Ransom Drysdale x plus size reader R S*

Fall, in love (plus size reader)

Ransom Drysdale x reader R

My Best Friend

Ari Levinson

Only you (plus size reader) S*

Ari Levinson x reader R S*

Ari Levinson x reader R

Johnny Storm

Remind me to thank her

Calcifer? (drabble)

Lost and found (ft. Jake Jensen ❧ plus size reader) S*

Jake Jensen

Lost and found (ft. Johnny Storm ❧ plus size reader) S*

Jake Jensen x Plus Size Reader R

Colin Shea

Stupid in love (plus size reader) S*

Colin Shea x reader R

Once upon a song (desi reader) R

Nick Vaughan

After we met

Nick Vaughan HC R

Lloyd Hansen

The Mobster’s Wife (plus size reader) S*

The Mobster’s Wife (2) (plus size reader) S*

Other Characters:

(miscellaneous fandoms)

• Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill)

• Matt Murdock

• Bucky Barnes

• Pietro Maximoff (MCU)

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Brandyyyyyyyyy, do you have, like, three good recommendations for Andrew Barber fics? Pretty please, with a cherry on top?

renrennnnnn 💕💕 hehe i never paid much attention to him before (idk why im in my andy phase rn 🫡) so i had to go looking for some

he knows by @andysbubba (i haven't read this yet and i need to!!! but the vibe is so soft and sweet, im in love)

you bring light into my life by @frostironfudge (i also haven't read this yet but it's desi!reader plus andy being a big sweetie pie??? need i say more?? ��)

say you'll haunt me by @vivianandherlily (18+ but I have read this one and it's a cute little andy falls in love w a ghost girl au 🥺)

everyone drop your andy barber fic recs pls, preferably not pwp?

i remember i read a fic about andy marrying a desi girl and them trying to be alone between ceremonies. it was so sweet but now i can't find it :((( if anyone knows, plsss.

also honorary mention, @vivianandherlily's winterlicious collection has a coming soon andy x bridesmaid!reader fic that i'm dying to read

another honorary mention, @rodrikstark's soft andy thoughts which are getting me through the winter chill uwu 😌 ily bestie

#brandy answers #sweetascanbee <3 #my asks

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A Love So True

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none so far, fluff, meet-cute (eventual smut, angst, fluff, 18+ in later chapters)

A/N: What can I say, I am a sucker for angst. This is a lil' different from my other work, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, so please drop an ask if you want to be added on a taglist for it!😅😊 Also idk if anyone's done this before (i'm sure they have tho, and it's prob better, people here are amazing writers💓), but i've not read it anywhere, so apologies if it seems similar to any other fic you might've read.

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The leaves crunched under your heels, the chill in air making you shiver a tad. It was a gloomy day, with little light and little brightness. The walk reminded you of the numerous times you'd walked to school, taken the same road, walked along the same path, seen the same trees, albeit with newer leaves.

Yet, there was something missing. And you knew what it was, but you couldn't pinpoint it.

The accident. That day, that cursed day, which had changed everything, which was responsible for this feeling. You don't remember anything before that, it's all a haze. All you remember is waking up in a hospital bed, your mother's tearful gaze settling upon you.

Your parents had never said a word. They loved you, nurtured you, kept you safe and sound. And yet, they never filled in the blanks, walking on eggshells in every conversation you'd have. But there was something just nagging at you, day in and day out. It was like an itch, but you couldn't scratch it. A melody on the tip of your tongue, which you couldn't name. And that was your life now.

You walked into the café, grateful for the warmth and the aroma of coffee beans engulfing you. You placed your order at the counter, texting your brother in the meantime.

You took your place in the cozy armchair, opening up your laptop. You'd sent out resumés months ago, but in vain. All good things take time, right? Atleast you hoped so. There was only so much you could do to distract yourself; to keep yourself from overthinking and trying to make yourself remember. Bad as it may sound, you kind of didn't want to remember anymore. It was exhausting, terrifying and draining. You hated the phrase but maybe ignorance was bliss.

With that thought, you got back to the task at hand, feeling around for your charger, but couldn't find it. That was weird. You never left home without it.

"Excuse me? Are you looking for your charger?" A voice asked.

You looked up, and boy were you thankful you'd dropped it. Deep blue eyes, long lashes and pink full lips, a smile adorning them. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh..thanks.." you mumbled, aware that you were staring but it was involuntary at this point. It wasn't just his looks. Something felt familiar about him, like you'd met him somewhere before, but you couldn't place him.

"May I...sit here? There aren't any good spots left and I don't really like sitting alone." He said, rubbing his neck, awkwardly.

"Ahh..sure."

He took a seat, carefully keeping his coffee cup down. Pulling out his laptop, he set it down before speaking again.

"Thanks, I hope you don't mind. It's just that sitting alone just seems so awkward. People give you these judgy looks and I get kinda weirded out by that."

"Oh, I totally get that. You're welcome to stay." You smiled. He extended his hand, after a beat.

"Chris." You shook his hand, giving him your name. His hand was warm, electric jolts running through your body as he grasped your hand. What was happening? Why did a sense of deja vu just hit you? Had you met him before?

"Is there...something on my face?" He grinned.

"Huh? Oh no...sorry, I..I didn't mean to stare. It's just that I felt like I've seen you or met you...somewhere. Do you come here often?"

"Uhhh first time actually. It's funny, I pass by this place so many friggin' times, but never really had the chance to come in. The day I do, I meet a pretty lady, so I guess it was all for a reason." He said, a slight grin adorning his lips.

You smiled at that. So he was a charmer. And a good-looking guy. Huh.

"How many times has that line worked?" You asked, mischievously. He was too good to be true, he had to get flustered by that.

"If it works on you, the number will be one. And by the end of this conversation, I hope I'll get a different number...perhaps...from you." He trailed off, giving the shyest smiled you'd ever seen.

Your eyes widened at that. Jesus Christ, he really was smooth. Buckle up, you thought to yourself, taking a sip from your cup. This was a ride worth taking.

It was probably 6, 6:30, 7ish by the time you'd wrapped up and started leaving the café. Time stood still with him, you noticed. He didn't seem like the type of guy you'd even pursue, let alone have a date with. But you were glad enough to admit that your judgement was hasty and wrong. He was different. Smart, funny, shy, handsome, dreamy. Did you have a crush on him already? After a few hours? That was sooo..not possible....Was it?

You'd talked about so many things, some of which would have made no sense to a third person. He was charmingly witty, his jokes keeping you in splits. He asked you about your job, where you were from, why you chose your major. He listened attentively, hanging on every word you said, as if committing it to his memory.

And his eyes. They were blue with hints of green, which sparkled every time he talked to you. Those eyes beckoned to you, called to you. You could happily drown in those eyes and it would be worth it. But there was a hint of familiarity in them; like he knew you. Like you knew him. They shone with an intensity you'd never seen before; certainly not from a stranger.

You walked home, your head in the clouds, a slight skip in your step. It had been an okay day, but he'd made it a good day. Wasn't it weird, how one person, one incident, could literally change your entire day?

You knew you'd be dreaming about him at night. And his eyes. And his smile. And his hair. And him.

Kicking your boots off, you chirped, "I'm home!!!", knowing for a fact that your mom would definitely notice the change in your mood and ask you a million questions. You didn't know if you would tell her just yet, but maybe after a few dates.

Dates, as in plural. How did that happen, you ask? Well, he must be a goddamn psychic, because what he said did end up happening. You gave him your number, with the promise of him calling or texting hanging in the air.

That night, you drifted off and indeed dreamt about him, whisking you off on a white horse, like a Prince, his blue eyes haunting your dreams.

Chris stood before the window, watching the city lights and silhouttes light up the night sky. It had been a few hours since he came back home, dropping the keys on the table, as he trudged inside. He felt drained, both physically and emotionally. Seeing you had lit him up from inside. Talking to you...oh God, it had to be the best thing ever. He felt like he would burst, seeing your eyes on him as he talked. It didn't feel weird, it felt natural. It felt normal.It felt like nothing had ever changed.

But it had. And it killed him. Every moment, every second of every day he spent away from you, killed him slowly, minute by minute. He couldn't believe it. He was mourning the loss of somebody who was still alive.

A whine caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Dodger, bringing him his pet lion. Chris smiled through the sheen of tears that had formed. Sitting down, he adjusted Dodger on his lap, stroking his fur gently.

"Hey buddy. I saw your mommy today. She still looks as pretty as she did when you last saw her. I know you miss her a lot, I do too. Bet she'd remember you, bud-" he stopped, his voice cracking as he choked up. No, no. He musn't cry. He couldn't cry. Showing even a hint of weakness would break his resolve. He knew it would be tough, but he had to fight for you.

You never really know what you have until you lose it, he realised, tears flowing freely. He hugged Dodger, holding onto him with all his might, afraid that he too, might leave if he let go of him.

He wouldn't lose you, he couldn't lose you. He would die if he did.

Chris felt a touch on his head, the feel of a hand stroking his hair. For a split second, he wished, hoped, prayed it was you. But it was just Lisa.

Pulling him up, she made him sit on the sofa, as he hugged her and cried, the tears wracking his entire body. She held him, keeping her tears at bay. She hated seeing him like this, and it killed her to see her baby like this. She felt helpless, and rightly so. Mothers can make everything right in the world, but this was one thing she couldn't remedy. So she let him cry.

"You met her today, didn't you?" He nodded, wiping his nose on his shirt.

"Did she recognize you at all?"

"No...she said she thought she saw me somewhere...but that was it." He murmured. He felt weary, his soul heavier than his body weight.

"I miss her, ma." he croaked, his tears starting afresh.

"Don't do this to yourself Chris. You're only gonna end up getting hurt. Tell her the truth."

"You saw what happened in the hospital, ma. She didn't remember me, not even a bit. Telling her might overwhelm her, and I don't want that. If she can't remember me, I'll make her fall in love with me again. Even if it takes me decades, I will. Because she is my wife, my soulmate, and the only person I want to grow old with. I will move Heaven and Earth to bring her back to me."

Lisa simply nodded. She understood. She loved you like a daughter too. This loss was a big blow to the whole family, not only Chris.

That night, as she watched Chris sleep, she made up her mind. She would help her son in whatever means necessary, to bring you back. To bring his happiness back. To make this family whole again.

And no, I've not watched The Notebook, ever (yea sue me lolol). But I read a real life story about a woman who lost her memory and her husband wooed her back afterwards and I was like, ugh.😭

I hope y'all liked it, tried to do something different.🥺😅 Feedback is welcome. Likes are good, reblogs are appreciated!

-love, Lexi.💓

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The nights are tasteless without you: Part 13 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - Sorry for not posting in ages, work and personal life got in the way but here is the next installment.

It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari arrived at the college the next day with a spring in his step. He was whistling a Bollywood song as he walked into the staff room. August and Sy saw him first wondering what got Ari so overjoyed.

"Hey dude, I see you're feeling better. Andrew told us you were sick yesterday," Sy said, patting Ari on the back.

"I had food poisoning yesterday, a much needed rest and I am back to normal," Ari said walking over to the coffee machine to make himself an espresso.

"That sounds rough man," Steve says, shaking Ari's hand and offering him a spoon for his coffee. Jenson walked over, headphones on, singing a song loudly making the teachers laugh. He didn't look where he was going, and bumped into Ari, coffee spilling onto Ari's shirt.

"Oh crap, sorry man," Jensen said, taking his headphones off. Ari cursed, walking to the locker, where he kept a spare shirt. He discarded his shirt, the others gasping as they saw Ari's back covered in hickies and scratches.

Everyone cheered, whistling, going towards Ari and congratulating him for getting with an Indian girl.

"Dude, I see why you needed yesterday off," August said, winking at Ari. Ari blushed, looking down to see bruises, hickies and scratches all over him. He felt shy, but also proud of what they got up to yesterday.

"Shhh," Ari said, slipping on the clean shirt, writing a note to get the other shirt dry cleaned.

"Ari got laid," Frank and Colin sang, making Ari blush.

"Guys stop it, we are not school kids. We are adults," Ari said, so happy to see Andy coming over. They hugged one another as the other professors were leaving to go teach. Ari and Andy had another free lesson so they went down to the canteen to grab some food and talk.

“Thanks for covering for me man, I appreciate it,” Ari said, grabbing some paratha and chai to eat for breakfast while Andy just got a strong coffee to drink.

“You’re welcome, was everything ok,” Andy said, hiding his yawn.

“Yes,” Ari said blushing, making Andy quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What happened,” Andy said, curious as to what was going on while they sat down to eat.

“We had some fun that’s all,” Ari said smirking, making Andy chuckle inbetween yawns.

“Oh ho Romeo,” he said, yawning once again.

“Everything ok with you buddy,” Ari asked, seeing Andy rub his eyes, yawning out loud.

*Flashback*

Y/N had arrived home from work earlier than normal, she made dinner, lit some candles and went to get ready in a nice olive green dress showing off all her curves. Andy arrived home 20 minutes later, smiling to see his wife home before him for one. She walked up to him, taking his jacket off and putting it and his bag on the table. Y/N leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her fingers through his luscious locks, their nose touching every so slightly before she slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

The kiss got deeper, her fingers raked into his hair, his arms wrapped around her body. Moans escaped the room, the room getting warm from their bodies. Y/N leaned away from the kiss, biting her lip just staring at Andy before moving closer as she started to unbutton his shirt and take it off him.

“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest while fumbling with the buckle belt trying to open it. She finally got it open and opened the trousers to push down. Y/N stopped, moving away to slip the dress off and throw it on the floor before moving closer to Andy and kissing him once again.

“Let's make a baby, I am ready,” she whispered letting the dick enter her pussy, she grinded on him, feeling the friction between the two. Andy a few seconds later, yawned, stopping her.

“Stop for a second honey, I’m tired,” he said, slowly slipping out of her.

“What the hell Andrew,” she said angrily, he just slipped out of her while she was grinding on him.

“Honey, I have had a long day at work. I just want a shower, eat and then go to bed,” he said, seeing Y/N grit her teeth and look at him angrily.

“What the hell, you know tonight we are trying for a baby,” she said, really annoyed at him.

“Things change ok, we can try tomorrow,” he said, moving away to the kitchen. Y/N threw his clothes at him and started to scream.

“You need to calm down, woman,” Andy said, gritting his teeth at her. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t in the mood.

“You knew about this for weeks Andrew, for god sake i am ovulating,” Y/N shouted.

“I know that Y/N, but I am not a machine. We will try for a baby on the weekend when we both relaxed,” he said looking at her, getting more angry and throwing a glass his way.

“So now it’s the weekend. Andrew, do you even want a baby with me,” she said, falling onto the floor crying into her hands. Andy sighed, moving towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her cry it out in his chest. In a few minutes the crying stopped and Andy carried her bridal style upstairs, changing into pajamas and tucking her into bed. He kissed her head, shutting the door behind and walking down to eat and watch some tv.

*End flashback*

Andy sighed, yawning as he looked at Ari not sure how to tell him. He took few gulps of his coffee before speaking,

“Y/N and I have been trying for a baby for the last 6 months. It has been difficult for us, with all the trying and following her schedule it hasn’t worked,” he said, feeling a pit in his stomach.

“I am sorry pal, is there anything you can do,” Ari asked looking at Andy putting his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated.

“We have seen a few doctors, taken some tests and followed everything they said. Nothing works and yesterday we had a fight where I couldn't even be in the same room as her so I slept on the couch,” Andy said, sighing, rubbing his eyes downing the last part of his coffee.

“Sorry man, that sounds rough. Is there anything I can do to help?” Ari said, looking at Andy yawning, moving his head from side to side.

“Thanks for listening, I’m not sure there is anything else anyone can do” Andy said, rubbing the creak of his neck as it was stiff from sleeping on the couch.

“Andy, look I don’t know if this will help but my best friend back home is a top obstetrician. I can get in contact with him and ask to speak to you both. You don't have to say yes right away, but think it over with Y/N," Ari said, hearing the bell ring, time for his first class of the day.

“Thank you Ari, let me talk it through with Y/N and then get back to you,” Andy said, hugging Ari as they both got up, putting their stuff in the bins before heading to their classes.

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson imagine #andy barber imagine #andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x desi reader #andy barber x y/n #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader

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