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Masterlists within updated with NEW stories as of 11/18/22!

Thanks for stopping by! My official Masterlist(s) can be found below. Likes, reblogs, comments, and suggestions are always welcome and appreciated! Special thanks to my friend, @birdie-girl for helping me organize my life. Happy reading, friends!

Stories marked with (**) indicate smut or implied smut. Minors DNI.

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1,046 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

Waddle Woes

Summary: At seven months pregnant, you've perfected the art of the waddle. Your emotions are a little out of wack. Plus you may or may not enjoy pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. And your sweet, handsome husband likes to test your delicate patience. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Emotional Pregnant Reader, Weird Cravings, Waddles, Threats of Violence (Towards Andy Barber) Minors DNI

A/N: Part of this idea came from the lovely mind of @writer84. Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

You waddle into the kitchen when you hear Andy enter the house. Yes, at seven months pregnant, you waddled. With gusto. And you hated it. You felt like a damned penguin. Your husband thought it was adorable, but that man was also lucky that you hadn’t smothered him with a pillow in his sleep.

You weren’t necessarily proud of it, but yes, the thought had been there. You had always been a stomach sleeper, but now you had to sleep on your side. Or your back. But when you slept on your back you tended to snore. Andy didn’t seem to mind, not that he had a say in it. But you did when you managed to wake yourself up with sounds coming out of your clogged nose and open mouth. It made you feel so pretty.

You felt overly large and unattractive, kind of like a human freight train. Or a bowling ball. And you hadn’t seen your feet in a while. You had always snickered when you’d heard other pregnant women joke about that. But now you realized that it was a thing, like a legit thing! And you missed them.

Now, did that keep Andy from touching you? Oh absolutely not. He wanted you all of the time. He couldn’t stop touching you. One day about a month ago you’d used your phone to look down at your own delicate flower and had belatedly realized that your lady parts had been in serious need of deforestation.

And had Andy ever said anything about your situation? Nope. And when you had confronted him about it and told him that the two of you wouldn’t be having sex again until after the baby was born so that you could properly groom yourself again, he’d looked at you like were crazy.

Andy had tried to explain that he didn’t care about the jungle down below, your words not his, because it was still the same pussy that he loved. He’d said that no matter the look, you’d still had that same sweet taste that he’d grown addicted to.

And then when you’d denied him once more, he’d set up a whole spread in your bedroom and had then, uh, shaved you himself. Now that had been quite the experience.

Oh god, and not to mention the fact that he was always kissing your belly and talking to your baby girl. Of course you talked to her too, but with him…

Sometimes you’d wake up in the morning, and in your sleepy haze you’d hear him tell her all about how he couldn’t wait to meet her and how he would always protect her. Or what he had going on for the day. Sometimes he would talk about you as her Mama. You never interrupted them, but this morning you had caught him talking to your belly about your particular love of Strawberry Ice Cream.

Yeah, you loved him. Your sexy menace.

But now you were hungry again. You’d had a peanut butter and pickle sandwich a couple of hours ago, but now you and your baby were famished. Andy hated those sandwiches. He usually gagged and had to leave the room. Mostly because you teased him by getting real close and trying to offer him a bite. Haters gonna hate.

You also enjoyed tortilla chips with cottage cheese and tabasco sauce. He didn’t get that one either. But at least it didn’t make him gag.

However, back to the task at hand, you and your baby were hungry. You hoped he had brought home something good.

“Hi honey.” You call out as you meet him in what had since become your favorite room of the house. “How was your day and what food did you bring me?”

Andy smiles at you, his eyes warming at the sight of you and your very round belly. He also notes that you’re wearing two different slippers, but since he was a smart man, he decided not to say anything.

“It was good, my sweet little love. How are my babies?”

“We exist..” You grouse. “And we’re hungry. And I love you, but I feel icky and grouchy.” Your hand goes to massage your lower back.

“Okaaay.” He murmurs. “Well, I brought home Chinese. I’ve got some Cashewed Chicken, without the cashews.” Andy made sure to make that note, because the last time he’d brought that dish home you’d cried. Because you wanted the meat and veggies and the sauce, but without the cashews. And you had told him that beforehand, but he had thought that was a weird request and had subsequently forgotten. A bewildered and confused Andy was cute.

“I also got Bourbon Chicken, as well as Beef with Broccoli, with Mushrooms. Along with two Pork Egg Rolls and some Wonton Soup.” Your stomach growled and your baby girl kicked. Hell fucking yes.

“I love you. So much.” You tell him. “But what did you get for you?”

He blinks at you, unsure of how to respond. “I mean, I thought we could share. But I suppose I could make myself a sandwich…”

“I’m only joking, big man. Thanks for the food. You can have the soup.”

He nods his head as if to say “oh, okay.”

“Still kidding, Andy.” He could never really tell these days. Either you were super affectionate, or part demon.

“Can I have a kiss, baby?” He purrs. “I’ve missed you all day. And I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands on your sexy little body and that luscious mouth.”

“Sure, I guess. But fair warning, I had my favorite sandwich a few hours ago. And if you gag while you kiss me, I’m going to get deeply, deeply offended. You know I’m temperamental these days.” You respond with what you hope is a loving smile and not an unstable grin.

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1,217 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

Just A Bite

Summary: Your toddler notices a bruise on your bottom and informs her Daddy. Little does she know that he was the one that put it there in the first place... Andy Barber x Black!Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Daddy Kink, Andy Barber Being a Menace. Cursing, Ass Slapping, Fingering, Concerned Toddler, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Daddy home!” Your three-year-old squeals as Andy walks through the door. “Hi, daddy!” Bianca yells as he picks her up..

“Well, hello baby girl. How was your day?” He smothers her face with kisses. “I missed you.”

“Miss you too, daddy!” She responds, making you laugh. She always gets so excited.

“How was your day, Bianca? What’d you do?” Her brow furrows as she thinks hard. Your baby was smart and she was articulate. Sometimes she just needed a moment. And you both had all of the patience for her.

She looks at you, and you nod. “Tell Daddy what we did, baby.”

“Umm, mama and I went to dah store.”

“Oh, oh okay. And what did you get?” She looks at him as she thinks about it. “C’mon, we got yours and Daddy’s favorite, didn’t we?” She nods again. “Tell Daddy, what we bought.”

“Cookies!” She exclaims.

“Aww, you bought Daddy cookies? Thank you, sweetheart. And then what did you do?”

“Uh, had icy cream wif mama.” Andy laughs at that. “What flavor did you have?”

“Starrsbury.” She tells him. You both knew she meant “strawberry”, but you loved the way she talked. “Mama had dah same.”

“Sounds yummy! Is there any left for Daddy?” She huffs. “Mama’s in der.” She points at the fridge.

“Okay, you two.” You grumble. “Hands off my ice cream, or there will be trouble. For both of you.” You tell them as you wag your finger in their faces. They shrink back just a little, knowing Mama didn’t play about her own starrsbury.

Just then, Bianca grabs Andy’s head and leans in close. “Dada, almost forget.” Oh no, she only ever called him that when she was being serious about something. “Dada.” She rests her head against his. “Need to fix mama.” She tells Andy, prompting your husband to give you a weird look. “Mama has a booboo on her tushy. She say it no hurt. But, Dada, I saw dah ouchie. So fix Mama. Pease.”

Your small hands come up to massage your temples. Yes, Bianca had seen the bite-shaped bruise on your left butt-cheek when you two were in a department store changing room at the mall earlier that day. Being the sweet baby she was, she had immediately become concerned. She’d even tried to kiss it better herself until you’d stopped her. You’d hoped that he had forgotten all about it, but apparently not.

Andy looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Bianca didn’t know this, but he was the one that left that fucking mark to begin with. Your baby was talking to the enemy.

“Thank you for telling me, baby.” He murmurs as he nuzzles her little face with kisses.”Dada will check on Mama, alright? I promise I’ll make it all better. Now how about you go watch some Mickey Mouse Club House and play with your toys?” And then she’s off.

“Hot dog dance!” She screeches.

Palms raised, you slowly walk backwards into the kitchen trying to create some distance between you and your fiend of a husband. The man just did not know when to quit, or maybe he didn’t care. “C’mere, Y/N.” He coos at you.

“Now, Andrew, stay back.” Your back bumps into one of the countertops. “I said stay back, you monster!” You reach for a weapon, but the only option available is one of your baby’s little spoons. “I’ll throw this at your head…it has sauce on it. It’ll stain your shirt.”

He just laughs at your warning. “Y/N, baby girl. We both know you can’t aim for shit unless your mouth is headed for my dick.” Asshole. You fling it anyway, barely missing his head. Which surprises the fuck out of him.

“Now, Y/N,” Andy tsks at you, arms going across his built chest. “Is that any way to treat the man who loves you more than anything? Is that any way to treat your husband who just wants to make sure you’re not hurt?” His voice is laced with mock sadness, so you don’t buy it for a minute. “After all, our little Bianca was so concerned.”

“Yeah, but only because she doesn’t know that it’s her Daddy who is responsible for her Mama’s ouchie.” You huff out as you try to reach behind your back for another weapon, only to come up empty handed. Shit.

“Looks like you’re out of ammo now, baby.” Oh, your husband was enjoying this way too much for your liking. “Ass in the dining room, now. Stop making me wait.” Damn, now he had that tone. The kind of tone that just oozed authority.

He strides over to you, even as you try to move away. “Daddy said march it, honey. I’m gonna need you to listen.” Andy spins you around to smack your butt twice, making you jump. And then he puts his hands on your shoulders and walks you into the room, out of sight of your daughter.

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1,373 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Off Limits

Summary: You decide that it’s finally time to end your friends with benefits arrangement with Chris. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. Read the Sequel

Chris Evans x Famous Black!Reader

*Warnings: Jealous Chris Evans, Smut, Toxic Chris Evans, Friends with Benefits, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Oral (f receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected Sex (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: ’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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4:00am

This was the last fucking time.

You cautiously crack open the door and peek around the corner. Technically, it was too early for anyone to be awake just yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After confirming that the coast is clear you stealthily make your way back to your own hotel room.

You press the keycard against the sensor before darting inside. The door swings shut behind you, and then you make the mistake of looking down at your feet, frowning at the sight of your bare toes.

Goddamnit, you’d forgotten to grab your fucking shoes!

Pissed at yourself, you fling your body onto the bed and proceed to stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up.

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Later that Morning...

You’re the first one to arrive at this morning’s press junket. Checking your phone, you’re surprised to see that you’re actually early for once. Probably had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t slept much after sneaking out of a certain someone’s room at the crack of dawn.

After spending a few hours tossing and turning, you’d eventually thrown yourself out of bed and hit the gym, determined to work that man out of your system. And you hadn’t stopped moving since.

You take a quick sip of your too-hot caramel macchiato and hiss when it burns your tongue. Sigh. You know what, you were gonna blame him for that too. Yeah it was petty, but so what?

Now you had nothing to do but to wait for your fellow co-stars. According to the sheet, Mackie and Stan were slated to join you today. Along with Evans. Hopefully that meant you wouldn’t have to engage with him too much.

The moment you hear Chris walk into the room, you make a point of burying your face in your phone. You ignore the sound of his laughter as he cracks a joke with your first interviewer of the day. His deep, rough chuckle lets you know that he just woke up, reminding you that you’d missed out on early morning cuddles.

Just as the interviewer mumbles something about needing to review a few things with their supervisor before the segment, the subject of your ire begins to wander your way. Now the two of you were left alone. Great.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He greets you, his voice taking on a falsely cheery tone. “I noticed that you were up and gone awfully early this morning.” You grunt in response before taking another sip of your macchiato. “Any particular reason for that?”

“Nope.” Another sip. He takes a seat next to you, making a point of scooting his large body even closer.

“You know you left your shoes in my room.” He purposely keeps his voice low. “Thought about bringing them with me.” Okay, you know he wants you to look at him, but you won’t. At least not until it was absolutely necessary. “You planning to come get them tonight?” You shrug, unsure of exactly what you were going to do about that little problem. You did love those shoes.

“Hey,” he leans over, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. “What’s with the attitude?” You shrug again, trying to keep your face as blank as possible. “You know, Y/N, if anyone has the right to be pissed this morning, it’s me.” A shiver courses through you as his warm breath caresses the sensitive skin just behind your ear. That was one of your spots, and that jerk knew it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You snipe, before attempting to return your attention to whatever stupid article was on your phone. One of Chris’ large hands reaches over and covers the screen. “Eyes on me, baby.”

“Let go, Chris.” He tosses a quick look over his shoulder before leaning even farther into your space. “No. Now give me your eyes, please.” Resisting the urge to growl you do as he asks.

“What?” You snap.

“I woke up this morning and you were gone.” Chris’s voice is soft, but there is a definite edge to it. “Which means I didn’t get my taste.” He begins whispering soft kisses along your jawline, which makes you immediately pull away. “Stop it!” You hiss.

When he moves to do it again, you’re forced to use your free hand to push back against his broad chest. “Someone will see.”

Seeming to listen to reason, he leans back into his own chair with a sigh. “So much sass from you already and it’s not even noon.” He mumbles to no one in particular. The hand covering your phone begins to slowly stroke its way up your wrist. Squeezing lightly, he turns to face you again.

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2,293 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Distant

Summary: Your husband has been pretty neglectful lately. Late nights, cancelled plans, missing dinner. Is it possible that he doesn't want you anymore? Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Angry Reader, Remorseful Andy, Ass Slapping, Smut (implied), Rage Cooking, Minors DNI

A/N: This idea is courtesy of the genius mind of @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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You blow out a frustrated breath as you end your call with Andy’s assistant, Samantha. Apparently your lunch plans had been canceled. Again. For the fourth freaking time in as many weeks.

And you were extra pissed because your husband of nearly a year hadn’t even had the decency to call you himself.

He’d been so distant lately and you couldn’t figure out why. So many late nights and missed dinners. Frankly, you were tired of eating alone. And he was always exhausted when got home. It had even been a little while since you’d made love. You’d tried to get something going with him the other night, and he’d turned you down.

He had turned you down. You’d had your hand down his pants, lightly stroking and squeezing his thick cock, and he’d actually removed it, kissed you on the forehead, and mumbled “not tonight, honey”. You had been shocked. Andy was a man with a voracious appetite. When he was in the mood, and he was almost always in the mood, he was like the goddamned Energizer Bunny.

The man just kept going, and going, and going…to the point where you had to occasionally beg him for a break. But not lately. It was almost as if he couldn’t be bothered.

You sniffle and head to the kitchen. When you felt like this there was only one thing that would help, short of smacking your husband in the face. Some people rage cleaned, but you? You rage cooked.

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Several hours later…

When it was all said and done, you had a large pot of savory beef stew simmering on the stove and freshly baked biscuits cooling on the counter, along with a lemon pound cake in the oven, and a strawberry cheesecake settling in the fridge.

And you hoped Andy choked on all of it.

You were not the type of girl to be ignored. And yet that’s what he was doing. So if he was going to ignore you, then you’d ignore him too. You take a sip of the red wine you’d used for the stew, refusing to judge yourself for drinking it straight from the bottle. Your husband was the only man who had the ability to tie you up in knots like this.

Stupid man. You hoped he stepped in gum.

If he didn’t want you anymore, if he was done with you, then he would need to tell you to your face, because you did not do hints.

Gorgeous asshole. You hoped he got a papercut while reviewing legal briefs, and then used hand sanitizer.

You check on the stew, trying a piece of the beef to check on the tenderness. It falls apart on the fork. Perfect. And the flavor was divine. Ladling some of the broth into a mixing bowl, you go about whisking in some cornstarch before adding it back into the pot and stirring. When you feel like it has achieved its desired thickness, you go ahead and turn it off.

Now you just had to wait on the cake. And then you would shower. You take a look at the clock. The time read 6:51pm. Okay, so you’d shower and then you would eat. Alone. As per what had become the fucking usual.

You pull it out of the oven and test its doneness with a toothpick. Crap. It was still a little gooey. Alright, well back in the oven you go dude. You think to yourself, tearing off a sheet of foil to drape over the top of the cake so as to ensure that it didn’t burn. You’d let it go for another ten minutes.

In the meantime, you had a date with the remaining wine left in the bottle next to you.

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Forty minutes later…

You step out of the shower feeling refreshed, courtesy of your Bath & Bodyworks collection. Thanks to them, you smelled like jasmine and vanilla. You rub the same scented body butter into your thirsty skin, wishing that you had a husband here that would do it for you. Andy would do that sometimes.

He took pleasure in applying lotions and butters all over your body. And it always ended up with you speaking in tongues. That man and those hands…they were dangerous. But he wasn’t here, so whatever.

Pulling on a pair of purple sleep shorts and a pink cami, you head back downstairs to enjoy your stew. As you’d been prepping the dish, you had belatedly realized that you didn’t have any potatoes. So your culinary creation included meat, mushrooms, carrots, and peas. To make up for the absence of carbs, you decided to boil some egg noodles. You’d gone that route before and sometimes, depending on your mood, you enjoyed that option a little bit more.

Spooning some noodles and a decent portion of hearty stew into a bowl, you head into the living room to watch television. And yes, you had another glass of wine in your hand as well.

Handsome buttface. You hoped Andy fell down a well so deep that even Lassie couldn’t find him.

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2,952 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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