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bigtreefest · 26 days

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I dare you to write a piece using a character that you want to, but have never had a chance to write for before. With the sentence "Well that was a surprise."

Saint or Sinner?

College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 1,331

A/N: Amber!!! Thank you for tickling my brain with this dare! I honestly wanted to do Andy so badly, but this quote was screaming Lloyd to me and I couldn’t resist. To be completely honest, I had no intention of writing him, but my fingers tip-tapped away and I lost all control. I might’ve been possessed.

I also always plan on writing a Drabble, and then it ends up being as long as one of my fic chapters, but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut (oral, m receiving), use of pet names, sociopathic tendencies, mean Lloyd, a twist?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ever since you were old enough date, you’ve been happily independent. You grew up in a small town, surrounded by blue collar families, including most of the members of your own.

You’d always had a keen ability to fit in anywhere, which you attribute to your upbringing. Your mom worked a corporate job, while your dad spent all day in a mechanic shop.

You were well off, but not raised like it, and you’d never judge those who had less than you, even though that’s what a lot of people expected.

Once you graduated high school, you got into Harvard where you met Lloyd. Lloyd was someone who was good at keeping his distance. You noticed it at first when you invited him to join a study group you had started with some other members of your cohort.

You received a terse “No thanks, Pumpkin,” punctuated with a curt nod and a wink, before he went to hang out with his other friends and his team.

You had made multiple attempts to include him in group activities, or engage in conversation when you could nab a seat next to him in class, but after some time, you stopped seeing him altogether. You could tell he was avoiding you and the study group you had become closer with. You’d probably actually call them your friends, becoming just as close as you were to some people back home. They picked up on the same things too, seeing that you were humble, and carried yourself in such a proper manner, earning you the nickname “the Saint.”

When word of that got around to Lloyd, he rolled his eyes. You were the complete opposite of him. Kind, welcoming, calculated, while he was cold, unpredictable, sociopathic. He couldn’t stand how successful you were, too. Professors and students alike constantly praised you, more than willing to help you in any way through your academic journey and career beyond. Where he schmoozed, you gracefully existed and got just as far.

You were perfect in everyone’s eyes, including his own, which is what infuriated him. There had to be a weak spot, somewhere where your surface would crack, and he had initially tried to find it by turning you down all those times, but it was unsuccessful.

None of the manipulation tactics he had worked so hard on perfecting for so long made you budge, either. He’d pluck out a random friend from your group to join his. Nothing. He’d sabotage your flash drive for your presentation, you’d have a backup in your email, ready to go. After you’d gone, you wished him luck and no technical difficulties like you had, with a giggle! He was enraged.

After being at the top of your class, the two of you were selected to go to a conference in DC. It was hardly supervised by your professor who had booked two rooms for you next to each other, getting himself a suite a few floors above.

You knocked on Lloyd’s door in the late afternoon, the day before your presentation. He opened it just enough to peek his head through.

“What do you want?”

You sighed with your signature smile on your face. “Did you want to go over everything one more time before dinner?”

He looked you up and down, face as stern as it ever was when he was dealing with you. “Not really, Sunshine.” He slammed the door in your face.

What Lloyd didn’t know was that all his little tactics were really chipping away at you. All you wanted was to spend time with him, to get close. You couldn’t help it. You’d be lying if you said it was in your usual friendship way, too.

No, you wanted more. There was something about how aloof he was that drew you in. You were obsessed and not willing to give up until you got what you wanted, what you deserved.

His little tendencies weren’t upsetting because he was rude, they were upsetting because they were keeping you away from what your body and the deep, dark recesses of your mind were screaming for.

The door slamming in your face was the last straw. Lloyd wouldn’t get away with this any longer. You could see what he was trying to do, and if you had any say, you’d make sure it failed. You were going to be the winner of the little mind game he was playing.

To be honest, by this point, Lloyd had given up, thinking you’d never break. You were just too sweet, a true Saint. Treating you like this had just become habit, which is why he was almost confused when he heard muttering on the other side of his door.

You had taken the magnetic clip out of your hair and maneuvered it against the hotel key card reader until it unlocked. The door flew open and your eyes landed on Lloyd, stomping towards him and pinning him with his back against the nearest wall.

He looked down at you, face unreadable beside his eyes being slightly wider than usual.

“Why are you being like this!? What did I do!?” You gritted out, your tone threatening.

Lloyd didn’t say anything, only the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Tell. Me.” You slammed your hands against the wall, arms framing his head as you looked up into his eyes, your stomach pressed against his cock that was growing rock hard.

“Am I going to have to pull it out of you? Suck it out of you, myself?” Lloyd found himself at a loss for words for once. All he could do was part his lips slightly and give a small nod like he always did.

You began to unbuckle the belt of his ridiculously expensive pants, shoving them down just enough that you could see the hard-on pressing against his boxer briefs.

“Huh? Is that what you want? That what you need, Pumpkin?” You spat back at him, mocking his previous words.

His brain was finally beginning to catch up with the situation as he nodded down to you and you got on your knees.

“Yeah, do it. I know you want to. Suck me off.”

You didn’t need much more prompting, fueled by rage and control. You pulled down his underwear, his dick springing free.

You gave him no time to prepare, immediately licking from the base of his length to the tip before fully taking him into your mouth. Your mouth was stretching to accommodate his girth, but it was nothing for you in the lust of the moment. You set a vigorous pace, Lloyd’s head thrown back against the wall as he moaned loudly.

He pulled his head forward as his abs tensed, already close with the debauchery of the situation. He tangled his ringed fingers in your hair, helping to guide you along his length.

“That’s it. Keep going. Not such a Saint, are you?”

You hummed against his length in response, saliva dripping down your chin and his balls that you were lightly tugging in you hand. The other hand had its nails dug into his thigh, causing a slight sting that heightened the pleasure for Lloyd.

Before he knew it, he was coming down your throat. You pulled away as you swallowed his salty release, looking up at him and wiping off your face before standing up.

You caught his gaze again and Lloyd looked at you with bewilderment mixed with his post-orgasmic haze.

“Well that was a surprise.” He said between heavy breaths, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt again. Oh, he had no idea the tactics you had in store for him.

Your hands pressed against his abs in his knitted shirt. One stayed there as the other traced up his firm pec, past his collar and found purchase around his neck, lightly squeezing.

“So are you finally going to tell me what’s going on in the head behind that ridiculous mustache?”

Bonus A/N: Um… I don’t really know what happened. I think I blacked out.

#ST’s 100 follower truth or dare game #100 follower truth or dare game #truth or dare #dare #lloyd Hansen #lloyd Hansen x reader #lloyd Hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #the gray man #Chris Evans #st answers

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Marked With My Initial - Andy Barber

Summary: Andy Barber will reward you each time he takes his fill.

Pairing: Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: rope play, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, MINORS DNI

A.N: i kinda wanna do kinktober but idk if i will consistently be able to produce content, so i'm just posting smut i write. hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 811

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

Your arms twist, thighs trembling.

Burn, Sting Soothe.

The material digs into your flesh, warm fingers massage your skin as he spreads your legs further apart.

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

Lips smile against your left inner thigh, teeth biting the flesh. Darkening skin, your body arches against the restraints.

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

The rope burns as you tug against it, your need to grip onto his hair.

The large calloused palm stings against your puffy folds. A silent warning to stay still.

Soft warm lips press kisses, his tongue laps at your arousal.

His laugh reverberates against your clit. It pulses in response with need, you clench around his fingers as they graze the spot where you need him. The coil snaps within you a third time.

“Sweet little insatiable slut of mine.” Andy praises, admiring the way the deep violet rope brings out the colour of your skin.

Hands trace from your mound to your breasts. A reminder of how you were awoken from your slumber. His mouth sucking on the flesh, your whimpers making his cock twitch. The thick girth rubs against your cunt.

Andy trails his lips to your clavicle, biting down, his beard rubs over your hardened nipple, he repeats the action on the opposite side.

The rope made A on your chest pleases him, he tugs upon it, you moan as the ropes hold you back but your lips meet his, your arousal is all you can taste.

Kneeling his thighs keep your thighs apart, the rope around your ankles delicately placed. A contrast to Andy and his ministrations upon your skin.

He doesn’t break the kiss, hands cupping the flesh of your hips, lifting you against your restraints.

“A-Andy—,” Your broken moan cuts through the squelch of your cunt sheathing his cock.

“What is it princess, too much?” He tuts, pressing kisses to your jaw.

“So—fu-full.” You manage to mutter. Your back arched now as you’re kneeling, fully at your incubus’ mercy and insatiable greed.

Your chest heaves, walls clenching him. Your bleary vision obscured with darkness his dark wings expansed, the blue of his eyes a thin rim surrounded by a rim of glowing amber.

“Make me lose all my fucking focus, princess. Cunt’s so fucking good. The fucking best. Who does this cunt belong too?” Andy’s voice distorts.

The coarse hair brushes on your clit deliciously as he has you grind down on him.

“You-yours!” You scream as he bites on your nipple, teeth sharp, he lifts your hips and slams you down on his thick cock.

“Yes my pretty little princess. Look at you, taking me so well. Such a needy little thing. Good I took you, keeping you stuffed.” Andy groans as you continually clench around him, your moans higher pitched as your orgasm builds closer.

The ropes move from your wrists, arms tied around his neck, the binds from your ankles tie around your flexed knee—thigh and and calf now bound, your chest flush against Andy’s.

Beard rubbing against the tender spot on your neck. The rope A stays around your chest, tits bouncing with each movement he controls.

“You can give me one more, princess. I’ve come to collect haven’t I? Didn’t I give you so much pleasure?”

Your incoherent babbles in agreement of his words, the coil winding tighter, Andy groans at the velvet feel of your walls begging to milk him.

He smirks as he commands the ropes you tie around your cunt, a knot placed right on your clit.

Each slam of your downward descent on his cock has the rope twist on your clit.

Your mouth parts only Andy’s name comes out of your mouth. Wet squelches echo, your mouth being devoured by his and you feel his tongue on your nipples simultaneously.

One delicious stroke and his tip brushes that spongy spot, the roll of the rope, his tongue, his cock, you scream in pleasure against his mouth.

Your spasming walls triggering his own orgasm, he continues to move you as his spent coats your walls.

You blink slowly, the heady haze breaking through as he places kissed along your neck and jaw. His wings gone again, regaining his cloaking spell.

“Back with me, princess?” His thumb brushes along your lips, the ropes untie themselves, soothing sensations cover all the little burns that manifest.

He still holds you close still inside you.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble, reaching up to touch his face.

“Good girl.” He praises, your cunt clenches in response, you hiss when he shifts you, your back against the silken sheets.

Your legs over his large shoulders, cock twitching inside you.

“Andy—,” you acquiesce, needing more of him.

“You just lay back, Princess. Let me take my fill. You will be rewarded each time I do.” Andy promises beginning to thrust in and out of you.

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best-character-named-x-poll · 3 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday. Run by @femmehysteria

please send suggestions via ask so i can see them, replies get lost in the notes. I reply chronologically so very sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 172: Jake

Round 173: Ellie

Round 174: Leo

Round 175: Annie

Round 176: Julian

Round 177: Lily

Round 178: Chris

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Clark, Phoebe, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Michael, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Otto, Donald, Todd, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Diego, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Joy, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, River, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Leela, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Liesel, Zelda, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Anna, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Margo, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Edmund, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Wally, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Harvey, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Rusty, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Cain, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Nicole, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Jean (french), Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Adrian, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Elle, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Constance, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Dylan, Chad, Moe, Dean, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Piper, Gabriel, Owen, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Ayesha, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Tanya, Cameron, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Wolf, Orlando, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Irma, Lara, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Harriet, Abraham, Ragnar, Rupert, Ella, Destiny, Wendy, Bernard, Hero, Drew, Anita, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Rita, Blair, Hugo, Ike, Gaius, Lance, Lois, Riley, Shane, Cliff, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Jed, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mick, Mike, Heather, Trixie, Amber, Bailey, Esme, Ada, Briar, Puck, Eden, Annette, Letitia, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Marlene, Lex, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Tsukasa, Octavia, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Yukari, Dinah, Sloane, Farah, Norman

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

#best character named x #poll #poll game

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toasterdrake · 4 months

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Can I request a doric x reader during the whole arena sence they get separated btw the reader has a displacer beast,and when the reader sees the one that's in the arena the reader thinks it's thier displacer beast cuase at somepoint it also got separated from the reader.So when it tries to attack them,thier confused and holga and doric help defend the reader from the displacer beast.and at the end the two reunite and there's a lot hugs from the two along with hugs from the displacer beast idk what to name it XD

I'm sorry if this is confusing I've never requested for things before andi have terrible skills for asking for things

when i realised how close i had been to finishing this... i had to wrap it up immediately and post. don't worry about requesting, you did a great job! personally, i'm always thankful for details. it gives me plenty to work with. i hope you enjoy!

Doric x gn!reader with a displacer beast companion

Dark fur, shimmering blue. Six legs, bristled tentacles. Yep, a whole displacer beast.

Relief floods you immediately. Thank the gods, you aren't alone in this crazy maze any more. A friend at last.

"Anjani!" You call, delighted, and reach out.

The displacer's jaws snap by your hand; you snatch it back a second before losing your fingers, reflexes kicking in.

Or not.

This beast doesn't have the notch in its ear Anjani has, nor the right shade of eye colour, upon closer inspection. Too close for comfort. In your desperation to see a familiar face, you had neglected to run immediately.

Displacers are known to play with their food, so at least you have time to fruitlessly beg the gods for mercy. Unless the beast is hungry... who are you kidding? A rich man keeping exotic pets for sport never feeds them properly. A flaring anger at injustice burns your belly, then is forced to cool when the displacer lunges forward.

Where the hell is Anjani, or Doric? Where are your companions? You have to regroup, have to take down Forge.

First things first, you have to survive.

Scrambling backwards, you barely avoid the displacer's daggers of claws. Barbs latch in your clothes, yanking you back within its reach. Now is the time to pray to your gods, you decide.

Somehow, they answer.

Brandishing a plain iron sword over her head, Holga swings down with a fierce cry. The displacer snarls in pain and recoils. Oozing blood, its severed tentacle flops to the ground, wriggling but useless.

Doric crashes through its dissolving displacement creeping up behind you, snowy feathers rippling. Evidently, she's found a way to lose the magic suppression bracelet. Now she flexes her power. There's hardly enough room in the maze's corridor for a full-sized owlbear, but she still manages to bat the displacer beast against the far wall. Bones crunch sickly, and it lies still.

Already shrinking to her usual form, Doric spins on her heel. Her eyes are wide, hair ruffled about her shoulders. She looks beautiful.

While Holga watches the displacer for movement -- there is none -- Doric meets you in the middle of a hug brimming with relief. Arms locked around your shoulders, she presses herself as close as possible to your body, reassuring herself you're with her and alright.

Alas, you're forced to break apart quickly when the walls start slamming down.

Weaving through the remainder of the labyrinth, barely outpacing the shifting walls, luck carries your reunited group unharmed to the center. Edgin and Simon emerge from a different corridor at the same moment, a displacer beast on their heels.

Holga goes to leap to their defense, but you throw out a hand to stop her. This time, you're certain. Anjani would have killed them by now if she wanted to.

Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you whistle. Anjani skids to a halt and changes direction as fast as a giant six-legged panthera is capable, amber eyes lighting up when she clocks you.

Bowled over by a muscled bundle of dark fur, the wind is knocked out of you, until you recover and giggle at the sandpaper of Anjani's huge tongue. Finally, in this madness, you feel safe. Both your girls are with you.

Pulled down by a tentacle across her shoulders, Doric yelps, crashing into fur and bodies. Anjani lays a huge paw on her stomach and purrs; you bury your face in her hair. She frees an arm to hold you.

Then, the moment of reunion must pass, and your quest continues.

#dndhat #dndhat doric #doric the druid #doric x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #female reader #dndhat x reader #my writing

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Games We Play

Summary: Sometimes your husband likes to play little games. Now just how dirty are you willing to get for him? Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Smut for Smuts Sake, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Spanking, CMNF, Slight Degradation, Oral (mentioned), Alcohol, Roleplay, Minors DNI

A/N: Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own. ---

“Did I say you could stop?” He growls as he goes to take a sip of the bourbon he’s currently holding. The glass looks so small in his big hand. His other hand fists itself in your hair, wrenching your head back.

“No, Sir.” You breathe out as pinpricks of pain shoot through your scalp, your sweat-slicked chest heaving. “It’s just that I’m so tired and -”

“Shut up. If I want to hear your excuses, then I’ll ask you. Understood?” His free hand squeezes your bare ass. “Now get back to riding my fucking thigh. Like watching those perfect tits bounce.”

With a weary sigh, you do as he requests. You go back to grinding your bare pussy on his light gray slacks. “That’s right, baby. You get me nice and wet. Make a nice fucking mess for me and maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. Eventually.”

He takes another pull of his drink and proceeds to pour a splash of the amber liquid on your breasts. Then his full, sumptuous lips wrap themselves around one of your pouting, bourbon soaked nipples, making you mewl as you continue to undulate your hips.

The man beneath you suckles at your breast, pulling as much of it into his hungry mouth as possible before switching to the other one. “You taste so good, baby. I think I’m going to have to see you again.”

A keening wail leaves your mouth when he bites down, before letting his skilled tongue soothe the small hurt. It throws off your pace just a little. “But what about your wife?”

Your seemingly innocent question prompts him to let out a dark chuckle.

“You let me worry about my wife. She does whatever the fuck I tell her. Just like you.” You let out another breathy moan as you bear down on his thickly muscled thigh. And then his rough hand delivers three hard swats to your vulnerable ass.

“Shit!” You hiss through the stinging pain.

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth, little girl. If I have to tell you again you’re gonna get the best use of my hand.” Said hand goes to grip your jaw, squeezing roughly.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. But that hurt.” You can feel your impending orgasm building and building. The friction on your pulsing little clit is almost too much. “I need to cum.” You whisper. Oh god, it was right there.

The man simply shrugs. “I hope you don’t think that I’m going to help you, sugar. In fact, maybe I should order you to stop. Have you get on your knees and choke on my fat dick. I think you’d look even prettier with that mouth stuffed full.” He smacks your ass again.

Oh fuck! “Please, please! I’ll do whatever you want if you just let me cum.”

“If you can cum, then cum. But you had better do it fast. I’m starting to enjoy the idea of watching you cry and whimper while you struggle to take all of me.” How can his words sound both menacing and seductive at the same time?

“Gonna make you swallow me. You’re gonna drink me down - everything I give you, baby. Down to the last drop. Just like the good little slut you are.”

You grind against him even harder. It was right there. Your ecstasy, your little taste of heaven, was right there. Almost within reach.

“And then you’re gonna thank me. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and say “thank you, Daddy.”

“Oh, god!” You whine. His hands go to grip your hips, helping your tired body move so that you can reach your goal. So close.

Your head falls to his broad chest. “That;s right.” He murmurs into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. “Soak me, baby. Be a good fucking girl and soak your new Daddy’s thigh. Unless you want him to spank you.”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, baby. Yes!” You cry out as you cum. Your whole body convulsing against him as the pleasure courses through you, hot and wild. This shit was fucking electric.

When it’s over, you collapse into the man’s arms. He eagerly wraps them around you and kisses your forehead. “Swear to god, that was fucking magnificent, baby girl. You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever met.”

You smile into his neck. “That felt amazing, Andy.” You murmur sweetly. “But once again, what about your wife?”

“Well lucky for me, the gorgeous girl perched on my lap is my wife. And even luckier for me, she loves to play naughty little games with her Daddy.” His mouth finds yours, making you moan as you taste the bourbon on his tongue. God, your husband could kiss.

“You did so good for me, Y/N. So good.” He strokes your curls, his fingers massaging your scalp.

“I love you, Daddy.” You purr. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll take care of you, okay?” Andy sighs and snuggles you close. And then he grabs a blanket and wraps it around your nude body.

“You just took care of me, sweetheart. After watching you ride the fuck out of me like that, I can die a happy man. Just rest.”

“Yes, Sir.” You reply dreamily as your eyes slowly drift closed.

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans smut #andy barber smut #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber x black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber x woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber fanfiction

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 month

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Andy + sharing something special with you

Is this a hoe thot? Not really? Did this put me in the feels for being an emotional hoe for Andy? It really did. So idk, maybe it is still technically a hoe thot. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAY.

Andy x Reader

"Andy, you really don't have to." You try to put a pause to this, knowing how important it was to him and if he wasn't ready, damned if you were going to push him.

"No, no... I want to. Please?" His hands captured yours in his own, his fingers rubbing against your knuckles to assure you that it was all okay, that he really did want to share this with you. "It's sat empty, all this time and well... I think you might love it." Brilliant blue eyes shined so hopefully at you that you really couldn't say no.

You couldn't hide the soft smile that eased the worry from your features, making him look relieved at you. "I promise Y/N, Laurie would have been upset to know it just wasted away."

You curled up into his hold when he tugged you closer, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, taking a moment. Your arms supported around him, knowing that mentioning his late wife was something he was working on. Some days it was better, to talk about the family he had before you, other times he couldn't.

You were willing to always be there, encouraging him that even though he was moving on with you, they were still his loved ones and wouldn't be replaced, that you didn't take their place in his heart.

After a few moments, you felt him relax, the tension his emotions brought easing from him. "Hey..." You tilted your head up to nuzzle in against him, pressing your lips to his gently. "if I fill up that greenhouse, you're gonna have to work those muscles putting me in a garden." You playfully squeeze his upper arms, biting on your own bottom lip, sweeping your gaze to his chest and up his shoulders, noticing the very apparent flex he gave.

He cackled, breaking back out into a grin that made your heart race. Making Andy happy really was so easy because the man didn't ask for much, but the smallest things meant everything to him. "Is that your way of telling me that the gym and pool aren't enough?" His brows lifted as if he was appalled and you gave a shrug, testing his arm once again.

"Getting a little soft their Barber." You played and he gave a huff before sweeping you up over his shoulder, his palm smacking against your ass as he continued across his backyard to where a little glass greenhouse was tucked away.

"Keep it up Honey, I promise I am anything but soft right now."

#amber answers #amber plays #andy barber x reader #andy barber #i love this character so much #even though his pain hurts me and I just want to make him happy

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fairykippen · 1 month

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made by me :,)

#tyrus #tj and cyrus #tj x cyrus #tyrus edit #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #andi mack #lgbt #gay #amber kippen #joshua rush #luke mullen #ambi

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Books, Rejected

It is actually a little difficult to document my reading when I’ve become something of a picky reader :D I realized scrolling around in my reader apps today that I’ve started a bunch of books I didn’t finish, so in the spirit of at least proving I did read something...

The Henchmen of Zenda by KJ Charles -- recommended to me because I was enjoying The Prisoner of Zenda; that’s an older book, and Charles wrote Henchmen as a different POV on the same story, as a gay romance between two of the supporting characters. Which is fine, and I like KJ Charles as an author generally speaking, but if I’m going to read a romance at least one of the characters had to be likable, and -- I think Detchard is meant to be but I find him very unpleasant, and Rupert I don’t even think is meant to be likable. I stopped reading and skimmed a bit, then gave up.

Carved from Sand by ML Buchman -- The central conceit of this one is a romance by two childhood friends, who drifted apart in their youth, and now one is a sailboat racer and the other is a sandcastle sculptor. Which...wild, and not uninteresting to me! But also it was taking a really long time to get anywhere and there was a supporting character we’re clearly not supposed to like who I found the most engaging of any of them, so I put it aside.

Mount Chicago by Adam Levin -- oh this was the most self-indulgent, dull twaddle. The summary sounded so good -- a natural disaster devastates Chicago and some of the residents need to work out how to survive together, including a Jewish protagonist -- but man it was like watching someone you don’t find attractive jerk off. There’s just not a lot there to inspire.

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir -- I loved The Martian, book and movie both, and Project Hail Mary was recommended to me because a) it’s by the same author and b) it actually does the “waking up with amnesia” trope really well, after I’d been complaining about Nine Princes in Amber. Project Hail Mary is a great book that I had to stop reading because it’s also really dark -- funny dark, very like The Martian -- and I reached a point where I had to look up the plot summary because I couldn’t stop being anxious about the ending. The second half of the book looked like it would...not be great for me. So regrettably I put it back. But the first half is really good! And I’m sure the second half is too, honestly, I just didn’t think I’d handle it well.

But now I’ve got volumes 3-5 of Spy x Family, and it continues to be very funny and sweet, so I’m sure I’ll finish at least one of those volumes...:D

#book reccs #sam reads

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 9

Summary: Life with a baby

Pairings: Andy X Reader, Lance X Branwen

Rating: mild

Warnings: implied sex, a bit of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Hearing those precious squeaks, and Andy’s soft voice, you roll over on the bed, looking at your family. Andy was always handsome, but seeing him hold so tenderly to his daughter, his voice cooing down at her, while her eyes start to drift close, made your heart swell. Your whole body tingled watching him and her. Creating such a bond already.

You were in a constant state of joy so big that you couldn’t help the tears. “Andy, I would like my father to meet his granddaughter.”

“Of course, and,” his face gets animated as he brings Branwen up to kiss her pouty lips, “Walter would like to meet you and bully your dad, and possibly sneeze on him. He’s really snorting at me, but your mom tried to tell me that he’s just sneezing. I’m guessing he’s very allergic to me, huh?”

His bright blue eyes look down at you, and you move to snuggle more into Andy. This felt so good. He hadn’t left your bed since the birth of Branwen. If you weren’t feeding her, he was holding her. Andy was obsessed with your family.

“I’ll send word out for your father to come and visit,” you clear your throat, shaking your head. “What?”

“You know he won’t come here, and he shouldn’t. Your father would have him eliminated. And,” your finger pets over Branwen’s soft skin. “You said my mother is in the well.”

“She’s in water. The well is just where she materialized. It could be anywhere.”

“Andy, do you have a problem with us traveling? Is that the problem?” Andy shrugs, his eyes staying on Branwen. His finger pets over her hair line, that tuft of pitch black hair on her head making you giggle. You chose her name wisely. “Andy, we can travel by carriage. We can go unseen.”

“She’s so little though,” he finally looks up at you. His lip juts out a bit, “And I can’t protect her on the road.”

“You can,” you assure him. “Walter will lead. He will help us as well.”

“If I have a caravan to your father’s house, what if we’re followed?”

You lay your head down on his shoulder. Looking at your sleeping daughter and how she was a perfect version of you. All except her amber eyes and silky black hair. She was beautiful. And she was yours and Andy’s. Seeing him with his daughter made you fall in love even more. He was so gentle with her.

Gone was this man that was so regal and ready to become king. Now he was a sap for that little bundle in his arms. “We just take one carriage. Me and Branwen will go out the side. He won’t see us. I need to see my father. He deserves to meet her.”

“You’re right. First light. Father always sleeps late. We’ll return when it’s dark.”

You were not prepared to see these men in your life melt at the sight of this tiny little girl. Did not realize that seeing your father cry happy tears holding that little baby, made your need to cling to Andy that much more. “She looks like you did. And what a beautiful raven you are, Winnie.”

His hands smooth over her black hair, and those amber eyes look up at him. Following every move that he makes. “Your mother would be happy. But tell me daughter, she wasn’t born of magic?”

“She was born of love,” standing up, you go to get your daughter. It was time to nurse her, and her eyes light up at seeing you. “My deal with the faerie can not be paid.”

“What?”

“She’s quite smart,” Andy praises you as you walk into your old room. “She promised to pay her debt with hers and Ransom’s first child. Branwen is mine. He can’t touch her.”

“Andy, I hope you’re right. But faeries don’t like to be thwarted. You may have caused more problems than fixed.”

Lance peers into your bedroom, gritting his teeth at the sight of you hugged up against Andy. It disgusts him. And here you’ve left your young daughter in the former straw room. Ransom now counting his gold, and you were a mere afterthought.

Hearing a little gurgle coming from Branwen, he walks over to her cradle, and she kicks her legs in excitement at seeing his face. He spreads his wings out wide, and she gives him a squeal.

“Shh, little one, you mustn’t wake your parents,” her giggles get softer as if listening to him. Cooing up at Lance, who was just as wrapped as anyone that meets her. “You want to see a trick?”

He waves his hand, making sparkles appear. She gasps looking at them. Reaching her hands out to grab the golden sparks until they fall on her face, and she sneezes. Her eyes are crossed trying to look at them. Lance chuckles at the little baby, and a single feather on his right wing starts to fade into white.

“You are a happy baby, aren’t you?”

Branwen giggles at him. Her chubby little hands trying to grab him, before he picks her up. She gives him her single toothed smile, and places her hand over his mouth. “You’ve been named well. Your hair looks as if it was made of raven feathers,” he brushes his hands through her silky baby hair. Pulling her back to look at him.

“You look like your mother. I guess that means you’ll be breaking hearts, too,” Branwen squeals again, before crashing her head on his shoulder. Her hands rub over his back, and her eyes softly close. “Because you’ve already broken my heart, sweet girl. I don’t want to take you away from her.”

Another feather starts fading from black to the vibrant white shade of Lance’s former glory, until he creates a haze, watching the two of you sleeping again. “She’s leaving me. So I must do what I have to do. You understand, right. Understand that a deal is a deal, and I must take you. It’ll hurt her being without you, but she won’t remember when she’s sleeping. I just want your father to hurt.”

Branwen sighs, nuzzling her face deeper onto his shoulder, “You’re making me feel…normal again, sweet Angel.”

He lifts the baby up, to lay back gently into her cradle, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Soon, you’ll learn to crawl and walk,” he spins around, launching himself into the starry sky. His first white feather being left behind as it drifts into Branwen’s bed. She gives a sleepy smile when it lands on her feet, letting her eyelids cover her amber eyes.

Lance lands in your daughter’s room with a soft thud. Walking right past the baby to check on yours and Andy’s status, and he growls. Knowing he’s got a bit more time with the baby, and can be a bit louder. He hates coming here to see you in this position. Forgetting about your baby while Andy has his way with you.

He turns when hearing her soft little, ‘Ooh!’ on her mouth. She always got excited when seeing him. Lance goes over to her bigger bed, pausing when he sees that you had fashioned a mobile to hang over her, using his fallen feathers. Her sweet eyes look up at it, too, reaching towards them with a smile.

“She hasn’t forgotten me,” he reaches in to pick up the baby, but quickly sets her on the floor, walking far enough away from her, before he sits on the floor as well. He taps on the floor, “Come on, if you want me to hold you, get your tushie over her.”

Branwen swishes her legs around and slaps at the floor growling, “Nope, if you want me to hold you, you have to get me. Come on. You can do it,” he gets lower, making grabby hands towards her, and Branwen scoots on her butt. “That’s not what I meant.”

Branwen giggles again, scooting forward another time. “No, I wanted you to crawl,” still laughing she scoots a few more times before she reaches his legs, and crawls into his lap. “Now you want to move. Little heathen,” his distaste changes as she smiles up at him with two teeth.

“You’re a cute little booger. If not a tricky one,” Branwen squeaks, and shakes her head no, “I wanted you to crawl towards me. Not scoot like that. It’s cheating.”

She babbles and baby talks at him, her brows furrowed, before letting out a little growl, “Yes, I know. Branwen has a mind of her own. You don’t tell her what to do.”

He brushes back her silky hair, and Branwen starts to yawn, “How come you’re not with me long before you need to sleep? I would like to spend more time with you while you’re awake, although you are very adorable when you sleep.”

Her eyes start to slowly close, but she smiles through her sleepiness. Her hand reaches up to touch him, and he gives her a finger to hold onto. Branwen pulls it right up against her cheek. Cuddling into the finger.

“You have stolen my heart, little one,” Lance laments as a few more feathers turn into their white shade. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Wrapping your robe around you, you kiss on Andy’s freckled back. While he groans, stretching out more. His hand presses up against your stomach, and his sight drifts up to you with a devilish smile,“I’d like another one.”

“And you, my sweet husband, will wait. Branwen can’t talk or walk.”

“So when she can,” he flips over, pulling you into his chest. Andy starts rucking up your gown, but you swat his hand away, “What, my Queen?”

“Your daughter needs to be nursed. And you’re being extra needy.”

“You didn’t mind it earlier.”

“You stop,” you giggle. Running your hand down his chiseled chest before cupping his bulge, “Maybe later.”

“Tease! Just bring her in here. She can finish the night here, and I’ll make you wait.”

Rolling your eyes you go to gather up your daughter. Her yellowed eyes gaze out the window, and a few more feathers remain on the floor, “Does he come and visit you every night, darling?” Her legs kick back and forth, and she reaches towards you.

“I believe you have found your guardian angel, my darling. We’ll keep Lance’s presence from your father a secret though. We both know he’s not all bad,” picking up your chunky baby, you pick up a few of the discarded feathers. Examining them in the moonlight. “His white ones are falling out though. I would like to see him again. See what’s become of my friend.”

Opening a drawer, you softly lay down the newest feathers, and smile out the window, “You can’t have her Lance, but I don’t mind letting you visit. Just come and talk to me, please,” and he would be. Soon.

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frostironfudge · 10 months

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings:fluff, angst, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), legal stuff, anxiety, court proceedings, bucky is sweet but also a menace, shitty lawyers and victim blaming, comments made on size of reader

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

HEADLINES:

Natasha Romanoff Unleashes Scathing Tweets While Defending The Victims Who Have Come Forward Against Alexander Pierce

Y/N Y/L/N Looks Sombre Attending Court Hearing. Bucky Barnes To Take The Stand. Fans Gather Outside Courthouse To Support Actor As He Supports His Colleagues.

Twins In Style, Reclusive Lawyer Andy Barber Looks Dapper In Suit Matched With His Brother Steve Rogers. Watch Exclusive Video Of The Lawyer As He Ponders Over Case Details In The Parking Lot.

Dolores Stuns In A Cherry Red Outfit, Is It Appropriate For Court? Watch As Our Fashion Experts Breakdown These Courtroom Looks.

HYDRA Now Pushes Innocence Narrative, Sharon Carter Leading Charge To Safe Face Of Organisation.

Fans Reign Down Hell On Ace After Comments About Shocking Revelation On The Truth Of Alexander Pierce The Star Deletes Social Media In Response.

Loki stares at the iPad lying on the desk. The shower turning on brings him back to the present. Dozens of emails, back and forth correspondence.

Pictures.

Pictures of him.

Pictures of Bucky.

Pictures of Steve.

Pictures of You.

Pictures of Bucky and You.

Pictures of Steve and You.

Some actual and several altered to insinuate much more than what was ongoing. Bile rises in his throat as he scrolls to the top and through the chain again while recording all of it on his phone.

Intimate pictures he exchanged with Ace, the bathroom door opens. He exits the iPad back to the home screen. Making sure to close all apps before locking the device.

“Are you coming in, big boy?” They call out, beads of water flow down their naked form. A sight which would have Loki tempted but now churns acid in his stomach.

“I’m terribly sorry, it's my brother. I need to go.” He explains having told Ace enough about his sibling, Thor, that they could draw conclusions for the need to retreat. He had done it before genuinely.

“Oh no, would you like me to come along?” They step out further grabbing the towel.

“No, I um, I’d appreciate that but I’ve already asked Bucky. I’ll update you in a few hours. I apologise for cutting this short.” He buttons up his shirt, swiftly.

Ace stands before him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. They stand on their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his, Loki’s hands grasp their waist. Eyes closed as the two share the kiss so steeped in with betrayal.

Loki rushes out as the air is leaving his lungs, the court hearings are ongoing. The next date is scheduled for next week. He gets into his car, uncaring for the tickets he might receive and speeds along to his best friend’s apartment.

Bucky opens the door to a frantic looking Loki who just thrusts his unlocked phone into his palms. The green eyed man heads straight for the bar cart and pours himself a generous serving of the amber selection. Downing it in one go.

Bucky stares at the playing footage, stomach knotting with every exchanged email. Natasha was right.

It was someone on the main crew.

Someone all trusted.

Someone you considered a close friend when Natasha and Yelena seemingly abandoned you.

“Pour me a glass too, I need to tell Feather.” Bucky holds out his hand and the cold crystal is placed in, he takes a sip then a longer one. Calls are exchanged between Andy, Matt and himself. More calls are made to Agent Lewis and Agent Lang.

The calls take hours and a meeting is called in order.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

When would this nightmare end?

A sniffle brings him back to the present Loki hunched over and trying not to cry into his hands.

“I trusted them.” He mutters as Bucky’s arms envelope him into a hug, “I, I– Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve this, not one bit.” Bucky pulls him in a tighter embrace, “I know how much they meant to you.”

Loki sniffles, holding onto Bucky, “I’m so sorry.”

You stare at Ace across the hallway of the courthouse. They meet your gaze, offering you a bright smile.

“Smile back.” Bucky reminds in a soft murmur, from his position, leaning against the wall, coffee cup in hand. You offer them a tightlipped smile.

“I feel sick.” Your palm pressed against your stomach, the queasy feeling blooms, “I can’t keep up this charade for long. Behaving as if yet another person hasn’t betrayed us.”

“I’d recommend a stiff drink.” Steve drinks from his own cup wishing it was something else. Glare affixed on Ace who was busy chatting away to their assistant.

“I don’t believe alcohol is the answer, Rogers. Believe me, the four ibuprofens I’ve taken agree.” Loki observes making his way over to your small group.

“How are you?” You hug him, he hugs back. Sighing deeply.

“I will be better.” He says, he takes off his sunglasses as he pulls away with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t apologise again, please.” you request, he smiles still apologetic.

“Apologise for what?” Ace interrupts, grasping Loki’s arm with their own.

“For stealing me from date night for you know…” Bucky pushes himself away from the wall, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Ah, yes.” They smile up at Loki, he grins at them, “I really hope you didn't mind, Y/N.”

“Of course not, I know how complicated a family can be, and having people to trust is extremely important. I’m happy Loki didn’t have to be alone.”

Steve masks a snort with a cough at your thinly veiled jab. Loki shifts slightly, Steve yelps, “These are YSL!” He sneers making sure the shoes aren’t damaged.

“Don’t worry they're baptised now by Louboutins.” Loki winks at him.

“Case in point.” You add.

Ace only smiles.

Andy waves at you all to enter the courtroom.

The crowd diminishes, as the courtroom fills up.

“All rise for Judge Rambaue.”

Judge Maria Rambaue takes her place, and everyone settles. Matt stands, as does Andy. The defence lawyers comprising the familiar faces of Schmidt and his overworked paralegals eye them warily.

Alexander only glares towards them then his gaze finds yours, he raises a brow. Then your view is blocked as Bucky shifts forward. Glaring at Alexander. The gesture makes the older man laugh, bemused. He looks on ahead.

“Don’t let him get to you, Feather.” Bucky murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You nod, intertwining your hand with his, he strokes his thumb over your tattoo.

“Permission to approach the bench, Your Honour?” Matt’s voice rings across the room.

“Permission granted.” Judge Rambeau waits as the teams approach.

Andy speaks and Schmit’s face turns red, he begins firing his paralegal, who cowers back pushing up their spectacles.

“I’m going to ask you to be respectful inside and outside of my court, attorney.” The judge’s voice is loud enough, the journalists at the back begin scribbling across their notepads vigorously.

The attorneys return to their respective tables. Matt whispers something to Andy, the two share a conversation. The latter stands, buttoning up his blazer.

Andy takes a deep breath, “Your Honour we would request to call Mr. Peter Quill to the witness stand.”

“Granted.”

Peter Quill walks with a confident stride, giving a beaming grin to a very confused looking Alexander Pierce.

"I solemnly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth". Peter says, then faces the room.

“Mr. Quill, you were arrested a few weeks ago on account of possession of several narcotics seized from your home.” Andy questions.

“Yes, those charges have since been dropped as the evidence collected was planted and it was a thinly veiled warning.” Peter nods.

“I see, I would request the court to allow me to submit evidence from Mr. Quill in regards to this statement.” Andy returns with the marked evidence in hand.

The tape is played, Alexander’s voice warning Peter heard by everyone.

“Untrue!” Alexander yells.

“Order in the court, Mr. Pierce.” Judge Rambaue’s voice warns.

Andy shakes his head, “Analysis from Agents Lewis and Lang have revealed this is a non tampered with tape as well as the voice match software affirms it indeed is Mr. Pierce’s voice.”

“Objection!” Schmidt stands, “Mr. Pierce was in a recorded meeting on the date of this claim!”

“Mr. Schmidt!” The judge bellows.

“Your Honour this is a baseless argument!”

“Your Honour, we have records and geolocations found. Which confirms the call location and CCTV footage affirms Mr. Pierce was on a call at the same time.” Andy offers the evidence yet again.

Peter smiles at Alexander, “You made a grave mistake by coming after me.” he laughs, the smug expression doesn’t leave his features.

“I never called you. You were fooled. What would I do trying to one up an imbecile like you?” Alexander rolls his eyes.

The gavel resounds.

It's silent in the courtroom, Peter leaves the witness stand and Alexander is called upon to take the place.

“So you mean to say what? Someone imitates your voice during the call Mr. Quill received?” Matt questions.

“Yes.” Alexander replies.

“How are you speaking with such certainty? There have been several people here who have disproved most of your lies.” Matt gestures towards the crowd, “The jury have heard each lie be thwarted.”

“Several people have tried and failed to copy several aspects of my life.” Alexander sits back in the chair, one hand running through his hair.

“I understand and what about the call being placed from within the location you were at?” Matt drums his fingers along his guide cane, waiting for Alexander to speak.

“Someone knew I was at my chosen location and made the call. They were present for the sole purpose of incriminating me. I was on a video conference where you can confirm with the person on the opposite end.” He shrugs.

“You have a lot of enemies, is it Mr. Pierce?” Matt gives a sympathetic smile to Alexander.

“It comes with the line of work, son.”

“Who was on video call with you?” Matt turns his head towards the jury then back to the man.

Alexander sighs, “With my nephew, Brock Rumlow.” He flicks away a piece of lint, seemingly bored.

The lawyer purses his lips, waiting to formulate his next line of questions. Andy stares at Alexander for a moment. Then three taps on the desk. Matt tilts his head then straightens it.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Murdock.” Alexander smiles as he smoothens his tie.

“Thank you Mr. Pierce. Now you mentioned that there was a video call with your nephew Mr. Brock Rumlow, correct?” Matt smiles.

“Yes.”

“What was the context of this meeting or agenda if you would be so kind to share?” Matt gestures towards the judge and jury.

“I am not at liberty to discuss since it is about the upcoming film he is directing.” Alexander’s lips press into a thin line.

“Alright and you affirm that you did not take nor make any other calls during the entirety of this meeting?” The lawyer raises a brow.

“Yes, I affirm.”

“If we were to acquire a recording of this meeting as mandated for all HYDRA, formerly known as SHIELD Productions online meetings, would this support your statement?” Matt smirks as Alexander visibly tenses, his eyes move to his lawyers.

“Objection, calls for speculation.” Schmidt covers.

Matt chuckles, “Alright, can you prove you took no calls Mr. Pierce?”

“Objection repetitive.”

“I haven’t received my answer.”

“Overruled.”

“Mr. Pierce? Since this rule is followed by all members and employees of your co-owned production house?”

“I am HYDRA.” Alexander grits out, palm slapping against the wood of the desk.

“Sentiments aside, can you prove you took no calls?” Matt keeps his cool.

“I built HYDRA to where it is.” Alexander presses.

“By sex-ually abusing young women and men?” Matt roars, calm demeanour fading away.

“Objection, leading.” Schmidt interrupts.

“I did no such thing, these people are placing baseless allegations for money!” Alexander bellows ignoring Schmidt.

“Mr. Pierce, the honourable court has received conclusive evidence that you did in fact assault the victims who have bravely come forth to share their harrowing ordeal.” Matt points out, “Many of whom have–,”

“Oh please, they received money from HYDRA to keep them more than compliant, silent and happy. This is all for more fame. Especially from that trio there.” Alexander sneers and points his fingers at you, Bucky and Steve.

Silence takes over the court.

Bucky places a protective arm around you.

Your hand finds his; fingers intertwined.

Steve keeps a blank expression.

Slowly it dawns over everyone what Alexander let slip.

Andy smiles pleased and it makes Alexander lose his composure.

Schmidt scrambles to stand up after an entire two minutes, “Objection h-hearsay.” He stutters.

Matt smiles, “Your honour, I have no further questions. I would request Mr. Barber to take over.” The two exchange places.

Andy smiles at the Judge and then Alexander, “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Pierce.” Who only scowls at him.

“You may begin, Mr. Barber.” The Judge declares.

“In continuation of the question not answered earlier, Mr. Pierce, can you tell us why proof of your call is not submitted? It increases the likelihood of this one charge you may be found not guilty.”

“I am not at the liberty to share confidential information about ongoing HYDRA projects.” Alexander regains composure.

“I see, so a video conference with Brock Rumlow but you cannot share the discussed matter but you can affirm you did not take any calls.” Andy lists the affirmed matters.

“Yes.” Alexander answers.

Andy cheerily grins at the Judge, she raises a brow.

“Your honour we request the honourable Judge, Jury and court to allow Mr. Brock Rumlow be summoned to witness.” Andy continues to smile.

Schmidt snickers under his breath. Alexander’s shoulders relax further.

You watch as Andy’s smile doesn’t waiver and Matt does a fist pump as the Judge allows the request. Approving the paperwork Andy takes from Matt to handover.

A break for fifteen minutes is called, everyone scatters out yet again. Brock was in custody of the NYPD awaiting his own trial.

You’re following Andy and Matt into the conference room assigned to them. Bucky and Steve in tow. When chaos breaks in the hallways.

Bucky is pushed up against the wall, lapels of his blazer bunched in Alexander’s fists.

“Admit it.” He sneers, Bucky keeps his hands where everyone can see them, pressed against the wall.

“Alexander.” Bucky warns.

“Admit you fucking made that call. Only you can mimic me without a fault. You did this!” He spits out, fire burning in his eyes.

“Alexander, you need to stop making false accusations, that was a bit for the Emmy Awards. Years ago. I can’t even do a British accent, you know this.” Bucky explains, keeping his hands still in the air.

Your brows furrow when you notice Andy presses his lips into a thin line and Matt grip his guide cane harder. Steve avoids your gaze.

Your lips part as Bucky too, looks at you and then away back at Alexander.

The guards drag him away. Bucky smoothens his suit jacket.

“We’ll talk inside.” You know he speaks to you, “Privately for five minutes.”

Bucky grips the back of the chair, he allows you time to form your question.

“Did you mimic him?” You question, you knew he presented at the Emmys with Steve once but you never had gotten around to seeing the video.

“At the Emmys, yes, I had.” He recounts.

“Bucky.” your lips are dry as you run your tongue over them in contemplation.

“Feather, why would I?”

“You hated what Peter Quill did at the event…” You conclude.

“Yes, but I didn’t plant the LSD or Coke or whatever the hell they found.” Bucky defends, you press your fingers to your temples.

“I didn’t ask you about that.” Your eyes meet his azure.

“He’s on the same track as him, he had to be busted.” Bucky emphasises pressing his index finger against his palm.

“Do you have an alibi?” you close your eyes.

“I do. I was at an interview.”

“Then… How?”

“Recording played over.”

“You better not be hiding anything else from me.” You affix your glare on him. Then jog around the table to embrace him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Feather.” He wraps his arms around you, tucking you against him.

“I promised you I’d take care of you.” He murmurs.

“Not when you’re– well, felonies.” You complain.

“Hey when most of your book boyfriends are morally grey why not your actual boyfriend be too?” He teases.

“They do the doorframe lean, amongst other things.” You huff.

Soon enough you’re twirled, back pressed to the wall. Bucky smirks, his hand resting above taking most of his weight. As he leans in, blue eyes full of playfulness. Your skin heats at the proximity.

“This better?” His voice is doing that deep baritone thing, the one that makes the thoughts in your head mush.

“I–,” words don’t support you.

Bucky leans in further, lips brushing against yours, he cups your jaw.

Closing the meagre distance between your lips and his own.

In the brief recess after knowing what Bucky did for you. The team never got a chance to speak. The break was extended further into lunch to allow Brock to be brought in, you felt queasy.

You still didn't understand why Brock being there would help the case in favourable manners. He was the nephew of the man being charged. Of course he would only support the man.

Playing around with the wrapper of the sandwich is all that felt right. Bucky prompts you a few times to eat, as do Loki and Steve.

“I just don’t feel hungry…” You repeat.

“Okay how about this?” Bucky makes smaller sections of the sandwich effectively turning two pieces into four, “Eat two small ones, it will help with the queasiness.”

When you just look at him, he raises the piece to your lips.

“The airplane needs landing access.” He chuckles, full of hope that you will eat.

“You’re…” You can’t find the words he’s absolutely adorable. So you do part your lips letting him feed you the first piece and then the second piece.

Bucky turns for a moment when Sam walks up needing to discuss the shoot scheduled for later today.

He looks back at you while Sam speaks, raising the third piece, you eat it without protest.

The rewarding grin Bucky gives you further melts your heart. He turns yet again to answer Sam.

You eat the fourth piece on your own, the queasiness easing.

“Good girl.” He praises, placing a kiss on your temple. You smile up at him.

“It's like watching a sugar rush actually take place.” Steve grumbles.

Loki shakes his head bemused, “You’d do the same thing.”

The two share a glance at each then the other’s food. Both reach for one piece of the other’s food holding it up to their mouths.

“Here love, please eat.” Loki says dramatically.

“No, honey, how can I eat unless you eat?” Steve defends, pressing the morsel to Loki’s lips.

You look at the two of them, “You know, I never thought about this, but I think the new book might have the two of you inspiring characters.”

Bucky and you look at them then back at each other.

“I see how these two would fit.” Your boyfriend chuckles.

“What are you planning?” Loki narrows his eyes at you and Steve regards you warily.

“Oh nothing at all…” You trail off, then look to the side as Andy walks towards your group.

“We’ve got ten minutes before the session begins, Brock has arrived.” His gaze settles on you. Bucky tenses beside you as does Steve.

“What?” You ask, looking between them.

Andy sighs moving closer, “He may bring up the night of the assault.”

“And that is a problem because?” You ask, “It happened, it's the truth…”

“There isn’t doubt about that, Y/N. If he brings it up, you will be called to the stand again.” Steve explains softly.

“Oh…” You swallow, the way Schmidt had questioned you, the blatant disrespect, the horrible accusations, the jabs at your weight and your writing.

Previous Hearings:

‘And what about this? Your literature is so sexually charged, this conversation between your characters suggests women are dominating in nature during sexual situations.’ Schmidt places the highlighted passage before you.

‘Objection Relevance?’ Matt interrupts.

‘Yes, because sex should be consensual, safe, healthy and enjoyed by the individuals partaking, I don’t understand–,’ Your words are cut off.

‘You writing about these things promotes you were asking for it all by coming onto my client. If you couldn’t handle yourself with the substances you abused, a woman of your appearance had to resort to throwing herself on my client to achieve her–,’

‘Objection opinion.’ Matt roars.

‘You were at fault, you were under influence and you came onto my client.’ Schmidt accuses, ignoring Matt.

‘Objection Evidence!’

You cower back in your seat. Ears ringing, flashes of the evening playing. Breathing hard you search for Bucky. Your knuckles shoot pain at the harsh grip on your chair.

‘Ms. Y/L/N, your recollection of the night is obscured, how can you yourself believe what happened when all you have are flashes? The drugs you took alter memories, are you sure you weren’t with the people trying to bring my client’s name down?’ Schmidt stares down at you, dismissing you. Dismissing your experience, your eyes move to the jury.

‘Objection evidence! Evidence B351-85 is the entire audio recording of Mr. Pierce’s sex-ual assault on my client.’ Matt pauses hearing your laboured breathing, ‘Y/N?’

Black spots cloud your vision, ‘He did it, he said no one would believe me. Please, you have to believe me. I, I didn’t lead him on please. There were bottles and I was thirsty. The water had something in it, I, please.’

Bucky stands, Loki tugs on his arm. The Judge looks at them then back at you.

‘Sit down.’ Andy whispers to them.

Your vision ebbs in and out, you try to anchor yourself to Bucky to something. Alexander grins smugly, you close your eyes, hot tears brim over your cheeks.

‘Crocodile tears don’t win cases Ms. Y/L/N. Your erotic fiction is good only on paper.’ Schmidt smirks, ‘No further questions.’

“But Brock will corroborate, correct?” Bucky stares at Andy, the lawyer nods.

“Given who he shares a genetic composition with, I do not want to trust him.” He looks at Steve and Loki.

“If they call me to the stand again, I’ll tell the truth.” You nod, taking a steadying breath.

“If anything occurs, we’ll call Steve or Bucky again to the stand, okay?” Andy assures with an apologetic smile.

“We’re here to help okay?” Steve adds, “You call us as witnesses, we heard everything.”

Andy nods, “We better get inside.”

The courtroom is tense as Brock is led inside his hands still cuffed. Alexander rolls his eyes and shakes his head as his nephew takes the stand.

Andy stands, his opening statement done. Brock seems every bit laid back. As though lives won’t change based on his testimony. As if this means nothing.

“Yeah, Uncle was on a call in the middle of the meeting.” Brock says and a murmur breaks out.

“Order in the court!” Judge Rambaue bellows.

“Do you know who was it with, this conversation Mr. Pierce, your uncle partook in amidst the ongoing meeting?” Andy questions, raising a brow.

Brock inhales, “He muted when the call was made, archives will have a recording of the meeting and if not my meetings are backed up to my server. I am willing to provide access.”

“I see, thank you for your cooperation Mr. Rumlow. No further questions, your honour.” Andy returns to the table.

All eyes move to Schmidt’s table, whispering occurs. Alexander slams his hand on the table, sneering at his lawyers then Brock. Who only smirks at his uncle,

“I would also go on record to say that I have supportive evidence that the man sitting there, Alexander Pierce, has assaulted those three sitting there. I have proof of the blackmail done for the same. In fact it was delivered by their close friend Ace to my uncle in exchange for a three movie deal with the production house.”

“Objection, lack of foundation.” Schmit points at Brock.

“The foundation is every allegation of this case.” Andy counters.

“Mr. Rumlow, I hope you have evidence to support what you are stating.” The judge looks at him and Brock nods.

“I have someone who can corroborate everything, with proof.” Brock only gives his uncle a wicked grin when Alexander stands marching over to the witness stand.

The officers stop him, “You won’t fucking get away with this!” Alexander struggles against the guards.

“Order in my court! Mr. Pierce, I will not hesitate to charge you. This is your final warning.” Judge Rambaue points her gavel at him.

“I am paying the price of being by your side while you ruined my life by making me do your bidding. No more uncle.” Brock looks at Andy.

“Mr. Rumlow, you mentioned someone who can prove every allegation?” Andy enquiries, Matt stands as well, ready with the to call witness papers in hand.

You look up at Bucky, he shakes his head unknowing of who it could be either.

“Mr. Nick Fury.” Brock smiles, the doors open, all heads turn to the man entering.

Dressed in all black, Nicky Fury keeps his gaze at level with the judge.

“Objection….” Schmidt struggles with the reasoning.

“Your Honour, we request to call Nick Fury to the stand.” Matt hands over the papers.

Nick submits three folders and a harddisk, “I know this isn’t traditional your honour, but the board of SHIELD Productions–,”

“It’s HYDRA!” Alexander shouts, Nick turns, his eye narrowed at the man.

“Was HYDRA, as of the Extra Ordinary General Meeting held with the stakeholders and active managerial position holders, you Alexander Pierce, have been terminated effective immediately. All your shares have been forfeited and bought out. You no longer have anything to do with our production house.”

“You cannot– I will take you down with me!” Alexander warns.

“No Alexander, you’re getting what was coming to you. You abused your power and now it is time to pay up.” Nick taps the hard disk, “Your honour, this contains everything Alexander has done illegally. Our Production House is being cleaned out. All employees are willing to cooperate.” He heads to the opposite side’s witness stand.

Nick meets Bucky and Steve’s gazes, then yours, “I apologise to everyone I couldn’t protect before. It was a stupid ass decision to let Alexander lead, I shall be taking a more active role rather than just financially providing for the production house.

“The court will take four days to review the newly submitted evidence. The jury is asked to consider everything and take their time to decide. Mr. Pierce you are hereby ordered to be placed in custody for your contempt behaviour in my court without bail.” The gavel resounds.

Alexander Pierce is dragged away, the four of you remain seated.

“Where are you off to Ace?” Loki’s words stop them in their tracks.

“Loki, are you going to believe–,”

“Alexander, there is something going on between Steve and Y/N. However I believe they may explore a throuple situation with Bucky Barnes.” He recounts, cutting them off.

“Here are the pictures you asked for, if your team can switch Steve and Bucky’s angles you can push the story better.”

“You went through my email?” Ace accuses, “That is a violation of privacy-,”

Your snort cuts them off, “You’re the one to fucking talk! You’re the one who leaked everything, I trusted you so much and kept wondering, I kept thinking it was others and not you. Fuck, you should really get the damn awards had me fooled you were my friend. Hell, we all thought you were our friend. You didn’t even spare Loki’s feelings. Fuck you, Ace.”

They blink at you, mouth parted. Loki scoffs at their look of denial.

“It’s best we leave.” Andy advises gesturing to the one man recording the entire ordeal.

“Feel free to post that everywhere.” You tell the man who scurries out at being caught.

“I’ll pay him to post it all.” Loki keeps his glare affixed upon Ace.

Bucky’s palm rests on your lower back, guiding you out, “Home?”

“Home.” You affirm, he presses his lips to your temple.

Hayden brings the car around. Bucky and you settle in heading home.

Yelena calls then, you put it on speaker.

“Hey Lena, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Hey Bucky, I heard the highlights, how are you holding up?” You hear ice clinking against glass from her end.

“We’ll get there, I suppose.” Bucky shrugs, “Any news on HYDRA Publications?”

“All of HYDRA is being dissolved, mostly SHIELD is too, it’s going to turn into something new. However, all decisions taken by the companies an hour before the decision to dissolve remain final.” She explains then sighs, “We’re going through the semantics of everything, several of the roster of BW is involved.”

“Did, did we get what we wanted?” You ask, you’d independently publish, you just needed the contract gone.

“I’m just waiting for confirmation from legal counsel at Barber and Murdock.”

“Confirmation for what?”

“If you retain all rights as author even though they have dropped you from their roster, due to poor review performance.” Yelena chuckles, you look up at Bucky.

“Wait, she’s free?” He questions.

“Yes, she’s free. We’ll work on getting the ratings up but as of now, you are not bound by any publication house.” Yelena’s happiness is infectious.

You let out a relieved laugh, “Thank you.”

“I’ll get back to you, this whole thing has led to fires I need to put out.” She ends the call and Bucky envelopes you in a hug, pulling you across his lap.

“Bucky!” You grab onto his shoulders, he only laughs.

“I’m so very happy for you, Feather.” He cups your face with his vibranium palm.

“Soon you will be free from them too.” You kiss his palm.

Bucky smiles widely, pink lips leading to the dimple on his cheek and the crinkles by his eyes. Your thumbs stroke his cheekbones, your lips kiss his crinkles and dimple.

HEADLINES:

In What Seems To Be A Shocking And Very On Brand Author Y/N’s Infamous Plot Twists, She Has Been Dropped By HYDRA-SHIELD’s Publication House Due To Poor Reviews. Read On Ahead To Know More About The Contract That Caused This To Occur.

Brock Rumlow Sentenced To Two Years Of Jail Which Was Further Reduced For His Compliance With The Law, Community Service and A Private Facility Allowed.

Alexander Pierce’s Downfall Shocks Hollywood More Stars And Big Names Come Forward As The Man Is Sentenced To Two Life Sentences In Prison. Found Guilty On All Counts.

Nick Fury On How He Knew It Was Time To Do The Right Thing, “It Was Time To Stop Remaining A Passive On Paper Leader Of This Prestigious Organisation.”

Steve Rogers Posts Picture Of BTS From His Next Movie Ghosted, Teases About Familiar Faces As Cameos. We Wonder Who Could They Be? He Also Is Setting Up A Free Mental Health Clinic At His Local Rec Centre.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Holding Hands As They Enter Their Apartment Complex. Watch Mini Video Filmed At Her Mother’s Healthcare Facility of The Small Family Laughing As They Eat Jello In The Cafeteria.

Bucky Barnes Shares Heartfelt Write Up About Compassion and Kindness Towards The Victims of Alexander Pierce. Organises Fund Raiser For The Victims and Their Families Or Next of Kin. Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers, and Brock Rumlow Pledge To Match Fundraiser’s Amount Each.

A.N.: soooooo i hope you guys enjoy this update! slowly getting back to it all and writing, hope you all are doing well!

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