#I instantly shouted ‘OOO HONEY’

[360iris]

neve: taash… do you like being a woman?

taash: NOONE likes being a woman

neve and my transfem!rook, who are both hyper fem:

[kimnjss]

petty games | pjm

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // jimin focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pure unedited filth. ⇢ word count: 6.2K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, fingering, light dry humping, oral sex (m. receiving), orgasm denial, jimin is petty as hell lmao, squirting, unprotected sex, two quick handjobs, interrupted orgasms, blowjobs, masturbation, finger licking... i think that’s it?? idk let me know . ⇢ A/N: sooo if this feels all over the place it’s because i wrote this nd the newest update for ‘be my baby’ literally an hour apart from each other nd my brain is fried.

Jimin has always been the biggest tease out of your seven boys. He loved to watch you squirm and never passed up an opportunity to make you beg. You could always tell when he was in a particularly teasing mood because he'd always start out by flat out ignoring you. Denying you the attention that you wanted throughout the day, that sexy smirk weighing on his lips the entire time.

Today was one of those days. It had started when you opted to ride with Jin and Jungkook on your way back to the mountains. A lighthearted joke about his reckless driving which was met with a playful eye roll and mocking laughter.

Not thinking much of it after that, you enjoyed the smooth ride back. Filling up on the yummy food from Tae's mom and chatting with the other cars through the walkie-talkie's.

It's when you're pulling up to the house land do you realize your mistake. May have laughed a little too hard at the fact he left his luggage behind, joining in with Hobi on the teasing. Jimin laughs along too, not entirely annoyed – especially after he's finding out his luggage is being brought in a different car.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to get his own version of payback for all your teasing in the few hours you were with each other.

He's moving in close as you make you way up toward the house, strong hands landing on your hips as he halts your step – pulling your body into his chest. You're instantly surrounded by his warmth, can feel the ripples of his stomach through the fabric of your clothing. The blow of breath against your ear has a shiver running down your spine.

And warmth pooling between your legs.

“You just think everything's so funny, huh?” His voice is gruff in your ear, much deeper than the usual sweet tone he uses when he's talking to you. Without even making the effort to peak at his face, you just know there's fire in his eyes.

You were never one to just cower away, though. “Is it not funny?” You challenge, feeling his grip slightly tighten around you.

He's scoffing quietly in your ear, brow lifting as he tilts his head. Your body shivers when you feel the sharpness of his teeth nibble at your lobe. “Alright, we'll see.” He mumbles, all at once releasing you.

Walking the rest of the way into the house as if he didn't just shake you to the core. Easily had you near drooling, ready for him with a set of simple words. 'We'll see' and you were more than ready to figure out what that was.

After a delicious lunch, where you spent the majority of it sat close to Hoseok, joining in on the random conversation that flowed around you, you're following Yoongi up to the Upper House.

The entire short walk up, he's filling you in on how much he improved on the game he was currently interested in. A long arm wrapping around your waist as he speaks. Not forgetting to mention how he once asked Jimin what his score is, laughing cutely when he reveals what the young boy's answer was.

Yoongi is easily pulling you into his lap as his long fingers tap against the mouse, waking up the desktop. You're able to relax against him at once, his strong arm wrapped around your waist and your head resting on his shoulder.

The sweet smell of him intoxicates you, always smelt a bit like honey. But beneath all of that a scent you can only describe as him. His chin rests on your shoulder, eyes staring on the screen and you're sure this is the most comfortable you've ever felt. He's focused on the game but the gentle stroke of his fingers over your belly never falters.

Drawing random patterns against your skin, soothing you against him. You don't talk. Simply enjoying the comfortable silence that comes with being in his arms. Watching as he mumbles at the screen, controlling his character on the screen in hopes to up his ranking.

The touch against your skin never strays too far from innocent. Even with the cool dampness of his fingers from his drink against your warm skin, he doesn't push it. No matter how many times you shift in his arms. Fingers dragging down the front of your body until he's able to grasp your thigh, the shorts you're wearing allowing him to meet the smoothness of your skin.

“You just shaved?” He wonders, eyes never lifting from the screen. He speaks like it's an afterthought, a mere observation instead of something that was done for his benefit. Either way, you're nodding, tilting your head up so you can steal a glance at his features.

Lips brushing gently over the shell of his ear as you speak. “Full body wax,” His brow lifts, fingers twitching against your skin as if he's daring to check just how 'full body' you're talking. Yoongi doesn't go right for it, takes him time with his advances. Half his focused still on the game, but now he's a bit more tuned into you.

Open-mouthed kisses are pressed against the skin of your shoulder, tongue lightly brushing you just before he's closing his lips around a bit of skin. That paired with the teasing stroke of his fingers on your thighs has you squirming in his arms. He's gentle with the way he touches you, simply enjoying how soft you feel underneath his fingertips.

Yet, each movement is inching higher every time. His kisses growing a bit more heated, teeth coming out to scrape against your skin. Still, one hand still remains on the mouse, directing his character on the screen and even though he wasn't doing all that well, you still didn't have the full attention you wanted.

So you're shifting in his lap, wiggling until you're straddling his thigh. His eyes flicker from the screen to your hand that travels down the front of his body, the tips of your fingers sneaking underneath the waistband of his pants. And he hisses, you've barely touched him and a sharp hiss has left his lips.

Sat in anticipation as you take your time with lowering your hand underneath the band, fingers tense on the mouse. “Shit,” The curse falls from his lips in the same moment his character loses, but you're positive he's referring to the fact that you've wrapped your hand around his shaft.

He's warm in your hand, quickly hardening as you move your hand toward the tip – rolling your thumb over it slowly. Without the game stealing his attention, Yoongi's hand moves more deliberately on you, fingers sneaking into your shorts to meet the lace of your panties.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” His words mumbling into your ear, free hand lifting to pull yours from his pants. Needing a clear head to concentrate on pleasuring you. A jolt of pleasure rushes through your body from the feeling of him teasing your clit. Slowly rolling it between his middle and ring finger as whimpers fall from your lips. “Feel good, baby?”

You're nodding, breathlessly, legs spreading wide for him. It's not long before a wet patch is forming at the front of your panties, the fabric sticking to your skin as he strokes you through it. The feeling has grin pulling at his lips, instantly sliding his hand underneath to meet the softness of your bare pussy.

“Soft,” He sighs in appreciation, a finger dipping into your wanting hole. Walls squeezing around the digit, protesting each time he draws back. His thumb comes up to tease your clit with each thrust, loosening you up until he's able to slide another finger inside of you.

Yoongi pushes in deep, despite the tightness of your walls around him. Groaning along with you when they constrict around the digits. “You're so tight... would feel so good around my cock,” His hips lift at the thought, ready to try out his theory.

He doesn't make any moves to do so, fingers staying buried deep inside of you as his thumb teases your clit. Your hips are doing all the work, fucking yourself on his fingers and he watches with great fascination each roll of your hips. Soft lips press against the side of your neck, allowing you to have your fun.

But only for a moment. It's not long before he's lifting his hand, stilling the movement of your hips, and pulling his fingers back. You're whining out in protest, attempting to chase his fingers with your hips – but he's got a good hold on you. 

“Oh!” You're shouting when his fingers drive back into you. Curved upward to drag over the most sensitive spot buried inside of you. Your legs shake with the sudden pleasure, fist gripping his thigh, taking advantage of his loosened grip to rock your hips. “I'm c-close, fuck, Yoongi!” The tingle starts between your legs, quickly traveling throughout your limbs.

It's not long before your hips begin to buck, walls clenched tight around his fingers. Eyes rolled back as your teeth cut into your lower lip. So close you can almost taste it. Just needed a bit more...

And then it's gone. Ripped away from you so fast it takes you a moment to piece it together in your head. Yoongi's pulled his fingers from inside of you, busying himself with licking them clean. An innocent smile spreading across his features when you whip around to face him.

“What was that!?” You're out of breath and it's evident in your tone. Cheeks flushed and head foggy from your near orgasm. Barely able to sort out your thoughts, but that doesn't stop the glare from forming on your features.

He's leaning up, wet lips pressing to the tip of the nose. Finding your angry face extremely adorable. “What was what, baby?” He asks pulling out, so casual that you're wondering if you hadn't just imagined the whole thing.

But the shine on his lips says otherwise. Yoongi's leaning up once more, lips catching your cheek this time. “Think I'm pretty tired. Wanna go join the others while I rest?” And you're so confused that all you can think to do is nod.

Sliding off of his thigh so he can stand, he gives an exaggerated stretch before he's leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You watch as he takes lazy steps toward the outside door, hand lifting to ruffle his own hair.

Your mind stuck on one thing. What just happened?

Taehyung is the first person you see on your way back to the Main House. He's heading in from the lake, shirt slightly damp and hair floppy cutely around his face. He smiles brightly when he spots you, an arm lifting to wrap over your shoulders – tucking your body into his side.

“You look happy.” He nods, the cute smile he wears growing slightly. “It's so peaceful here,” There's a dream-like tone in his voice which has a grin breaking onto your features. Pleased to see him so relaxed, so in his element here.

It's what he deserved with such a hectic lifestyle. It's what they all deserved. Your arm is wrapping around his waist as you nod in agreement, walking wrapped around him the rest of the way to the Main House.

A sleeping Jungkook is the first thing you spot when you're entering the house. Sprawled out not too far from him is Jin, who is also fast asleep a rolled pillow underneath his back. Hoseok and Jimin build quietly side-by-side, cautious not to make too much noise in fear of waking them up.

Taehyung is carefully unwrapping himself from you, moving to take a seat at the table, finding interest in the half-finished game laid on it. Just with a quick survey of the room, you're instantly noticing someone is missing.

“Where's Joon?” Words directed to either Hoseok or Jimin, but Hoseok is the only one that turns his attention to you.

Jimin on the other hand doesn't look up from the game that he's holding, reading the words that are printed on the back as if his life depended on it. Not paying him much mind, you shift your gaze onto Hoseok.

“He went upstairs to read his book,” He tells you, eyes dragging over your frame before he's turning his attention back to the building blocks he's been working so hard on since you've arrived.

Joon is as advertised, sat in his room with a book in hand. One long leg cross over the other as his large hand holding up his face, pretty eyes scanning over the words on the page. His head turns to you as you enter, lips lifting into a smile while sitting up, tucking the flap of the cover inward to hold his place.

“Don't stop cause I'm here, I like watching you read.” Sinking your bum into the comfort of his bed, you lean back on your elbows. Able to look at him over the bridge of your nose and boy, does he look handsome.

He looked really good in nature, you're deciding. Of course, the hairspray and makeup that came with his one stage persona were eye-catching, but there was something about a bare-faced Joon with messy hair, doing something as simple as reading that had a different type of feeling bubbling in your stomach.

With a quick shake of his head, he's standing, setting the book down on the wooden table set at the foot of his bed. “I'd much rather pay attention to you,” His voice is deep, smile revealing the dimples you have fallen for ten times over.

The bed dips as he lifts his body onto it, arms caging you against him. His face is just inches from yours, close enough that you can see the shades of brown hidden in his dark eyes. Soft bangs tickle your forehead as he leans in, the gentlest of kisses pressed to your lips. “I'm glad you came back with us. They've missed you.”

Always one to speak for the time, hardly ever bringing up his own feelings unless he's provoked. Usually, you're taking what he says as a whole. Assuming that when he speaks of the other's he's also speaking for himself. Not this time, though. 

You want to hear him say it. They had gone back to Seoul for a few days and with how busy their schedule instantly got you weren't able to see them at all while they were there. Which wasn't unusual, considering how in demand these boys were. But, it was a harsh change from being able to fall asleep with them, wake up in their arms, play whenever you wanted, laugh happily together... to absolutely nothing.

With the lift of your arms, you're able to wrap them around his neck – back falling against the soft mattress with the absence of their leverage. Joon's leaning with you, arms moving quickly to keep himself from completely crushing you as he hovers. “What about you?” Eyes searching his as confusion furrows his brow.

“Did you miss me too?”

There's a soft tint in his cheeks, the dust of pinkness that gives way just how much he missed you. Either way, the sight of the blushing smile that pushes on his lips, the heartwarming: “Missed you like crazy,” That falls from his lips, has your heart rate rising in the best way.

So much so, that you don't hesitate to press your lips back against his. Mouth moving over each other's slowly as your fingers knit themselves in his soft hair. His lips taste like sweet coffee, warm. He's able to pull a soft moan from your lips by sucking your lower lip between his teeth. 

Hands sliding down to grasp your waist, holding your body to his just for a moment before he's reaching down. Joon's fingers dig into your thighs as he lifts your legs, wrapping one around his hip so he's able to lower himself in the space he's created.

Your hands slide underneath his shirt, nails scraping over the toned skin. His cock jumps from the contact, paying great attention to the drag of your fingers that seems to slip just low enough to barely graze the growing bulge in his pants. He's pushing his wet tongue past your lips, rolling it with your as his hips roll down.

The slow drag of his hard length against your cover clit has a whimper falling from your lips. Hips lifting to his, moans dying on his tongue. His hold on your thigh tightens, tugging your body flush against his until it feels as if there's nothing separating you. A loud pop parts your lips, and you're only allowed a moment to admire how he looks right now.

Eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, and lips wet and bitten red from your teeth. Joon is quickly lowering his head into the crook of your neck, sucking marks into the skin as the thrusts of his hips pick up in speed. He's using his grip on you to guide your movements, ensuring that your clit is meeting his cock with each lift.

Quickly, you're growing desperate. That familiar pressure building in your stomach from the consistent stimulation to your most sensitive area. Lips, teeth, and tongue work to create pretty bruises on the skin of your neck, following a wet trail until he's reaching the tops of your breasts.

Light kisses are placed against your cleavage, while a hand sneaks up to tease your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. This has a pang of arousal shooting through your body, back arching as a panted moan flies from your lips. “Fuck, Joon.” There's no point in hiding the whine that coats your voice.

His smirk is felt against your skin, teeth baring to nibble at your skin while his finger tweaks and pinches your nipple into a peak. All the while, his hips haven't slowed down their roll into your core. Legs wrapped tight around him, you can feel every inch through the fabric of his sweats.

You're close, can tell from the way your walls clench around nothing. And he can tell from the frantic lift of your thighs, desperate to reach your high. His hips slow, head leaning back to reveal that teasing smirk to your dazed eyes. “You close, baby?”

“Yes, yes... please,” Not even able to finish your sentence, because his hips are stopping completely. Stealing away any ounce of friction you once had. A soft kiss is pressed to your protesting lips, body moving from yours before you can properly objection.

Scrambling to sit up, your eyes narrow at him from where he now stands across the room. Picking his book up as if he hadn't just had you right at the edge of an orgasm. “Joon!” Your shout has his head lifting, mocking confusion written on his features.

“Yeah, baby?” A wide gesture of your hand is directed toward you, in a type of 'duh' motion that's also written across your features. He acts as if he has no idea what you're talking about, hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I'm gonna go shower, I'll be back.”

Despite your annoyance, he's still leaning over the bed to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Hands buried in his pockets to keep from pulling you toward him or anything of the sort. His book tossed and forgotten on the chair and you're laid back on his bed watching as he stalks into the bathroom.

Not a care in the world. Not even sparing a backward glance.

“Jimin, do you want to come play ping pong with me?” Asking as you enter the room, Hoseok in the same spot as before with even more Lego pieces placed out in front of him. Jimin holds an iPad in his hand, eyes focused on the TV as he scrolls through for a song to Karaoke. 

A quick glance is spared in your direction, so quick if you hadn't been staring at him the way you were – you would've missed it. “No thanks, I'm gonna do this.” He's gesturing to the screen, a pout instantly taking over your features.

“Are you still grumpy with me?” He's not answering, ignoring you with that smirk on his face as he waits for his song to load.

It seems like whatever he's on has spread throughout the house. First the build up with Yoongi, that took you longer than it should've to put together that it wasn't just in your head. Then, the whole thing with Joon upstairs. Being teased by both of them and ignored by Jimin who couldn't seem to get rid of that smirk.

Yeah, something had to be up.

With nobody to ping the pong with, you're entering the room. Sitting crisscross in front of Hobi while Jimin sings his heart out behind you. “Can I build with you?” He's nodding instantly, two large hands pushing the pieces closer for you to reach. The rest of the night continues like that.

Happily building with Hoseok as Jimin sings in the background, now joined by Taehyung. Joon chimes in here and there from the deck where he paints. If it weren't for the dull ache between your legs, called from the two denied orgasms earlier – you'd be the most relaxed you've ever been.

Because it's nice. And you're able to stay in this semi comfort zone until dinner is rolling around. Called up by a hurried Jungkook, a proud smile on his face as he fills the room in on his newfound flat fish filleting skills. You're all heading up to the set table at once, taking seats around.

Sat between Jungkook and Jimin, body leaning toward the elder subconsciously. In need of some type of attention from him and he's enjoying depriving you of it. Not sparing a gaze as he shovels food into his mouth, but you don't miss the way he transfers your favorite bits of soup into your cup.

Still grumpy with you, your foot. It's sad, how the simple action has you buzzing, but it does. And the dopey smile doesn't drop from your features the entire time you're sat beside him eating. Something as small as this having you swooning, so imagine your excitement when his arm is wrapping around your shoulders as you stand. 

“Think you've been teased enough tonight?” His words are mumbled into the ear, the only thing you hear over the member deciding on who was going to stay back and clean up. So he did have something to do with it! Not sure how or when he rounded up his Hyungs to play along with his little game, but it made so much sense now that you knew they were in on it.

The 'we'll see' he had mumbled in your ear earlier holding much more weight now. That doesn't keep you from leaning into him, nodding your head quickly. “It's not so nice, now is it?” Sharp teeth graze over your lobe, the heat of his body pressed to yours and if you had a little bit less decency you'd be pushing him down onto the now cleared table.

The thought lingers in your mind a moment longer than you're willing to admit.

“No, it's not.” You try not to pout, but it's hard when you're emotions are on a high and all you want is some type of release. It's like Jimin is somehow reading your mind, his hands dropping to grasp your hips. He's leading you away from the table and into the house.

The giddy feeling grows in your stomach, the closer you get to his bedroom. 

The moment the door is pushed closed, his lips are on yours. Body pressing yours against the wall as he moves his mouth in time with yours. His hands dropping down to reach for your thigh, lifting it off the floor to wrap around his hip.

“It's so hard to stay away from you.” He's mumbling through a groan, the pull from his teeth on his lower lip sending a shiver down your spine. You're pushing into him, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulling him closer. Wanting to feel more of him. Desperate for more of him. So worked up, from the teasing through the day. You're sure you'd fall apart with a simple swipe of his fingers.

Words swallowed by the plushness of his lips. “Don't do it again,” He's grinning against your mouth, pulling back to show off those straight white teeth of his. Loving the sight of the pout that curves your mouth. “You're so cute when you get pouty, though.” As if he needs to prove his statement, his fingers are reaching out to poke your pushed out lip.

“Never again.” You warn, attempting to sound intimidating, but it doesn't work in the way you think. Jimin's arms are reaching down to circle around your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor. Body higher than his, you're able to look down at him. Hands braced on his shoulders as he rests your back against the wall again.

He's leaning up, mouth attaching to the exposed skin just above your collarbone. It's the slow drag of his tongue that has your body squirming in his hold. Lips parting in a gasp when his teeth tug at the skin, your fingers curling into his messy hair. Your hips roll against his in response, pulling a grunt from his lips at the friction.

His shaft gently pressing against your thigh has you aching for more. Quick to reach your hand between your bodies, determination in your movements. Jimin's hissing out a breath when your hand is covering him through the fabric of his jeans.

Only resting your palm over his bulge and it doesn't take long before he's grinding against your fingers. His mouth on your neck leaving much sloppier kisses, concentration faltering with your hand on him. Meeting him halfway, you're stroking your fingers over him, spreading them so you're able to reach his balls too.

“Fuck,” Jimin grunts, head bowing so his forehead is rested against your shoulder. You feel him harden under your touch, his hips rocking freely in tandem with the movement of your hand over him. Hips twitching as your fingers squeeze around him, teeth digging into the plush skin of his lip.

He's reaching down, grasping your wrist in his. Slowly, he guides your palm into beneath the elastic waistband, lips finding yours at the same time he's curling your fingers around his shaft. A moan is falling from your lips with the feel of the velvety skin. One experimental thrust has a drawn-out groan falling from his lips, hips lifting to chase your hand.

You've shifted in his arms, managed to straddle his thigh instead. You're impressed with the amount of strength he's putting forth to hold you up, all while pleasure racks through his body. Not one to have a muscle kink... but right now, who knows?

Jimin's moans follow the movements of your hands, the twist that you had when you reach the top. How you've still managed to palm his balls with your free hand. It's when your thumb is teasing the sensitive clit that his hips are stuttering to a stop, a murmured cruse falling from his lips.

“Suck me off,” Enough space between your faces now that you can clearly see his face. How fucked out you were able to make him, just in the few minutes you had been jerking him. “Please.” He adds, not wanting his desperation to come off as rude. Which has a giggle falling from your lips.

Clambering down in front of him, kneeled down in front of him. And you look pretty even at this angle. Lips slightly swollen from the amount of enthusiasm he put into kissing you. His hands scramble to lower his pants off his hips, your eyes being met with the large bulge that strains against his briefs.

Hands moving faster than his this time, you're grasping the sides of the underwear, taking your time with pulling them down his legs. His cock bounces in its release, long, pretty, and glistening with a thin layer of precum, which has drool pooling on your tongue. Hands set on his thighs, so he's reaching down to wrap his hand around his shaft.

The muscles in his stomach constrict as he strokes his palm against himself. He looks so good standing over you like this, firm grip holding his cock in place while his free hand reaches to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Jimin uses his grip to pull you closer to him, and your mouth is opening instantly.

Tongue pushed out, the head of his cock is warm against the wet muscle. The breathy moan that leaves Jimin's mouth as he's pushing deeper into your mouth fills the room, sending a shock of arousal throughout your core. A single hand wrapped around his base to properly guide him into your wanting mouth.

Hips following the movement, eyes fluttering as he glides deeper past your lips. “Fuck, so warm, baby.” Fingers flex with the grip he holds in your hair, hesitating to pull you further onto him. His hesitance is met with the way your hands slide from his thighs to the roundest part of his ass, tugging him closer.

A hissed breath falls from his lip, the hand that had been clutching his shaft lifting to move his shirt out of the way. Only so he can watch you properly, hips slowly thrusting into your open mouth. Eyes lifting to take him in, head slightly tilted back, jaw clenched revealing that vein at the side of his neck.

His eyes are meeting yours, which awakens a fire in his stomach. Pulling back slightly, only to push back harder into your mouth. He watches the way you're able to swallow him down with each thrust, mouth wide and watery eyes staring up at him. “So pretty,” Jimin mumbles, fingers tightening in your hair.

He holds your head still this time as he pulls back, moving slowly as he pushes further. Throat instantly constricting from the tickle of his hip, you fight the cough that claws its way up your throat, urging your throat to relax.

Jimin's quickly falling into a steady pace. Hips rocking against your face as he watches his cock disappear inside of your mouth with each forward push. Drool pools around your lips, mixing messily with the precum that leaks from his tip. Eyes watery from the strain, but still pretty in Jimin's eyes.

There was something different that came with sucking Jimin off. The way he looked at you, the desire written in his lust-filled stare. It always made you feel hot. Wanted. And this time is no different, wetness pooling between your thighs and you're not sure if it's from his stare or his cock between your lips.

Either way, it has a hand sliding down the front of your body. Two fingers easily pushing past your dripping walls. Jimin's eyes are following the movement of his fingers, a soft gasp falling from your lips once they're between your legs. He fastens his pace almost on instinct, never tearing his gaze from the push of your fingers inside of you.

Concentration split between sucking him off and fucking yourself, hips rocking to help you along the way. The movement of your fingers matches the roll of his hips. Heel of your hand hitting against your clit each time you're pushing in deep, forcing a muffled moan through your lips.

He watches the skillful way your fingers move inside of you, how deep you push them, and the attention that you pay to your clit. Hips rolling to meet the thrust of your fingers. You had been so worked up all day that you're reaching the edge sooner than usual. The stretch of your fingers, paired with him cock down your throat has you teetering until you're tumbling over with one powerful thrust.

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, thighs threatening to close which only results in lifting your hips. The spray of your orgasm is forcing your fingers from inside of you, quickly lifting them to tease your clit as ride the rest of it out. Whimpered moans muffled by the cock in your mouth.

The vibrations of your voice shoot through his shaft, stomach caving in while his cock twitches on your tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His chant is followed by the drag of his cock leaving your mouth. It's wet with your saliva, a thing line of it keeping your lips connected to him. 

Jimin scrambles to reach for you, lifting you off your knees. There's haste in his step as he crosses the bedroom, laying your body onto his bed. He's just as fast with hovering over you, mouth capturing your as he pushing his tongue against yours. Tongue twisting and swirling with yours and he can taste himself heavily through the kiss.

One hand nudges your legs apart, the other wrapped firmly around his shaft. “I didn't want to cum before I fucked you,” He's explaining through an embarrassed laugh; which has a laugh falling from your lips as well, legs parting wider for him. “Fuck me, then.”

He doesn't need to hear it twice before his bulbous head is pushing against your entrance. Wet from your previous orgasm, the wet squelch fills the room as he breaks through the first ring of resistance. 

His dark eyes burn into yours as he pushes his way past your tight walls. Soft groans falling from his lips with each inch that sinks deeper into you. Your fists grip the bedsheets beside you, the pained pleasure of the stretch of him clouding your senses. He's got one hand firmly set on your hip, the other keeping your leg lifted and out of the way.

“Oh, God.” You whimpering, when the last bit of him pushes past your walls. Hips flush against yours. His grasp is moving from your hip to lift your other leg onto his waist, sliding just a bit deeper.

Only a moment is spared for you to get used to the stretch before your hips are wiggling, silently begging from some movement. Jimin's quickly drawing his hips back. “Your pussy feels so good,” He whines, the feel of him and the sound of his voice pulling a moan from your lips.

Hips meeting each other's in stuttered thrusts until you're falling into a steady pace. Jimin is rolling his hips against yours, smoothly pumping in and out of your aching core, and you meet each one of his thrusts with one of your own. “Look at this greedy little cunt,” He's pulling back until his head catches on your entrance. 

“Desperate to cum all day, huh?” Surging forward, forcing your body upward on the bed. He repeats the action twice more, broken cries falling from your lips. “Yes!” Head bobbing up and down in agreement, which has a smirk lifting onto his lips.

He's fucking into you with new found confidence, pleased that his little plan to get you worked up had worked. Eyes widening, a whimpered squeal leaves your lips from the feeling of his cock brushing against your gspot. Back arching as you reach for his arms. 

“Right there, baby. A-again.” You gasp. And he's granting you with the same swivel of his hips as before. “That good, baby?” Brain to fogged to form a coherent sentence, you take to nodding your head, a long hum sounding from your closed lips. He's concentrating his thrusts on that spot, loving the way your thighs shake against him.

Your orgasm nearly knocks the wind out of you, walls constricting around his shaft as your back lifts off the bed. Broken sobs of praise and his name fall from your lips, toes curling as your hips buck. Jimin manages to fuck you through it, groaning hotly in your ear from the new tightness that comes with it. It's not long before his thrusts are growing sloppy, hurried as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, Yn!” He grunts, pinning his hips to your as his cum leaves his body. Painting your walls in thick spurts, that has a buzz of pleasure starting in your core. Out of breath and sweaty, he's placing a quick kiss to your lips once he's regained his strength.

The smile that takes over his features has your heart skipping a beat, hand lifting to push your hair from your face. “You're so perfect,” Sighing, he leans up for one last kiss, drawing his hips back to pull out of you.

Both too tired to go properly wash off, you're falling asleep wrapped in each other warms. Enveloped by his warmth and the gentle stroke of his head on his back. He's asleep before you, the steady rise and fall of his chest lifting your head.

Not far behind him, you keep an arm wrapped around his torso. Legs intertwined with his and a smile on your face. Yeah, you definitely had to tease him more often.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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[fuwushiguro]

@nomadmilk​ thank you sooooo much for the congrats gorg!! sorry its taken so long to write this, but welcome to bunny life!! hope u have a fantastic shift and enjoy ur time with hawks (he’s super popular at these things!!)

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event which is now closed.

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation.

Words: 2k

The party was in full swing. Everyone was chatting, laughing, dancing, generally having a great time. So why were you so bored? This is your latest in a long line of Playboy parties. They’re fun, of course they’re fun. That’s why so many people come to attend these things after all. It’s such an exclusive event, invite only and only those in the know get the special pink envelope in the post every time the function comes around. But it’s the same every time, it’s the same smiling, happy faces dancing and drinking every single time. You were bored.

You needed some excitement.

You got more than you bargained for when a trio of bunnies approached you. They cat walked over to you, one slightly in front of the others. These particular bunnies are a group of girls you haven’t really taken the time to get to know. You say hello in passing, but nothing more past that. They looked like they meant business, like they had something to tell you about.

“You do work here, yes?” the leader questioned you. You quirked an eyebrow. Was the outfit not enough of a giveaway? Or the fact you see her almost daily since you both live here. You just nodded, simply. Not sure you’d be able to keep your attitude in check if you actually spoke. “So why are you just sitting here? Work the room, get drinks for the guests.” she commanded. You scoffed.

“Sure.” you replied as you stood to your feet. Before you could get back to work, she grabbed you harshly by the wrist. “Let go of me.” you yelped as you attempted to free yourself from her hold.

“What’s wrong with your fucking face? This is a party. You have the best job in the world, seem a little happy about it.” she scolded as she got in your face. Just as you were about to use your free hand to slap her across her stupid smug face, a third party intervened and snatched her away from you.

“Behave little bunny.” he spoke. Her features instantly transformed from furious to flirtatious.

It was Keigo Takami. You’d seen him around before, but never spoke to him. You’d never been this close to him. Most of the bunnies had a soft spot for Keigo, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was pretty. A pretty blonde stranger with a splash of mystery. What wasn’t to like? He was a big flirt too; you’d heard several stories exchanged of him from the other girls. He’d fucked quite a few of them, even though it was against the rules.

“Keigo!” she began excitedly, “nice to see you again baby… You wanna go somewhere?” she asked him. He looked over to you, but you paid him no mind. You picked up your cocktail tray and wandered off towards the bar.

“Not tonight.” he simply stated as he followed you.

He tapped your right shoulder and you immediately looked to see who it was, when you didn’t immediately see him you turned to your left to see him smiling. He clearly thought it was amusing, but you were in no mood. You gave him a half hearted smile as you reached the bar, you set your tray down and waited for the bar staff to fill it up with drinks for you to carry.

“Tough night?” Keigo questioned. You nodded.

“Apparently your girlfriend doesn’t like me too much.” you responded. He shook his head, immediately denying the accusing tone to your voice. Keigo doesn’t do girlfriends. Before he lets you pick up your serving tray, he rests his heavy hand on it preventing you from lifting.

“Apologies if this comes off a little forward or… you know… inappropriate,” he began, “but do you wanna come and take a breather in my car with me?”

You knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as smooth of a line as he thought it was. But he was staring into your eyes, you were staring back into the pretty pools of honey that were fixated on you. Your hand was on his as you had placed it there when you initially wanted your tray back. It was silly that you were even contemplating it, but the overwhelming adrenaline from the bitch bunny’s confrontation had your train of thought all over the place. You couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think what a good and bad idea was. You just wanted some air, you wanted to be out of here. So, you held his gaze and parted your lips.

“Yes.”

☆ ☆ ☆

You left together, and no one seemed to notice. There were so many guests and a large selection of bunny girls, who would care if two people went missing? He opened the passenger side door for you. So chivalrous. You thought to yourself. When he began driving, he put a hand onto your headrest. His face was a little too close to yours as he reversed, he poked his tongue out as he was concentrating. You felt the blood fill your face, warming your cheeks from slight embarrassment. You did your best to turn away and regain your composure. The little act didn’t go unnoticed, Keigo looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he queried.

“A little.” you confessed.

He began driving around the back of the mansion. There were so many acres to the yard, only a small fraction was used by the guests for these parties. But still, you’re fairly sure people aren’t meant to drive on the perfectly mowed grass.

“I don’t think you should be doing this.” you told him, but he didn’t stop. Plunging further and further into the darkness of the unlit field.

“Don’t worry babe, me and your boss go back.” he told you. The pet name making you dizzy.

The car came to a stop. Silence. You knew what was about to happen. He knew what was about to happen. But the tension in the air was immeasurable. It was a waiting game to see who’d make the first move. You could barely look in his direction. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Good girl…” he cooed. Your throat accommodating seven inches of his fat veiny cock. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. His hand rested delicately on the crown of your head while you went at your own pace.

You sloshed your tongue around his erection, stimulating each vein as you bobbed up and down.

“Such a good fucking bunny, aren’t you? My little cock slut.” he praised.

You felt shame that you were just another bunny on his ever growing list of conquests, but in this moment with his cock head nudging your tonsils, you’re finding it difficult to care. When you lifted your head, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off. He forced your head back to his cock, you let him fill your wet cavern with his tip. You knew he was close, his moaning was like music to your ears.

“Hnng. – fuck – fucking hell sweetheart I’m gonna fucking cum.” he announced. You hummed approvingly. “Gonna take it all aren’t you? Take all of my fucking cum you – jesus fuck - you little slutty bunny, take daddy’s cum.” he pumped his cock a couple of more times before spilling into you with a needy high pitch whine. Thick white ropes filled into your mouth and you swallowed almost instantly.

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, showing him the lack of cum in your mouth. He was still heaving from his orgasm. There was a sheen layer of sweat clinging to his skin, little beads dripping down his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” he spoke, it sounded like more praise. Like he was impressed with you. The thought of making him proud went straight to your aching cunt. He took a few more moments to settle himself down and regain his composure. When his breathing steadied, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you deeply while you positioned yourself to straddle him on the driver’s seat. He slowly unbuttoned the bottom of your corset, revealing your lacy black panties that resided underneath. He pushed them to the side and ran a single digit up the length of your slit. The feeling made you shudder and collapse your body onto his.

His cock was back to full mast, he used the tip head to explore your folds before plunging into you.

“Hnng… Daddy…” you mewled, earning a scoff from the blonde.

“You’re like that huh? A slut for daddy like that? Get yourself off,” he commanded, “Go on, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.”

You descended onto his length and he sat snugly at your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulled down the front of your corset, wanting to watch your tits bounce as you used him to get off. He used his tongue to dance over your left nipple and a free hand to roll your right one between his finger and thumb. The occasional pinch forcing you to clench around him. You were bouncing on him, taking him so well. He took a moment to look at your face, admiring the way your eyes scrunched and lips pouted as little ‘ooo’ sounds escaped.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that.” he smiled. The sweet pet name was enough incentive to make you pick up the pace. Raising higher and sinking lower on his fat cock, each vein hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You could feel the car rocking. But you didn’t care. No one would know, no one could see, no one could hear.

“D-daddy, oh! Oh daddy! Fuck!” you cried.

“Yeah babe, just like that. Juuuuust like that baby. Fuck you’re such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” he told you. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, and you’re sure tomorrow they’ll turn into beautiful blue blooms to remind you of who you belonged to tonight. He started meeting your motions, thrusting up inside you and hitting deeper than you could by yourself.

“Hnng. Keigo! Gonna, gonna cum daddy!” you practically shouted, the feeling of the coil within you coming undone. He couldn’t respond, he had reached his peak for the second time and was soiling your insides. But you didn’t stop, he didn’t stop either. He wanted to fuck his seed further into you, his bruising thrusts were relentless.

“Good girl, you can do it. Doing such a good job f’me.” he told you.

Within seconds he felt your cunt clamp him in, he didn’t think he had anything more to give you but the feeling of your glorious snatch trapping him unravelled him once again. Depositing more of his load into your tight pussy. You collapsed on him once again, moaning into his ear as you came around his cock. You moved your body back slightly to look at him, kissing him deeply. Your tongue massaging his as you carried on panting into each other. You carried on warming his cock, but parted your bodies slightly so you could calm down. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and snickered.

“What a pretty little mess you made.” he commented. When you looked there was a mixture of his cum and your slick stuck to his trousers. You looked at him, innocently batting your lashes.

You had officially made the list of bunnies that Keigo had fucked. But you had a feeling you’d be on an even more exclusive list of bunnies that Keigo wants to fuck more than once.

© 2021 fuwushiguro

I hope you enjoyed your shift as a playboy bunny!! Thanks so much for taking part in this event I hope this was worth the wait!! Mwah mwah xxx

[jordanstrophe]

Awesome Writer!!!!!!💛

I'm back this time with a Betrayal brainrot;

So the torture is over and it's the aftercare now, Caretaker is helping whumpee deal with their damaged mental and physical health.

But whumpee discovers that Caretaker had something to do with them being caught by Whumper, maybe because they were threatened or forced to.

I just want those feelings of betrayal and shock especially that Caretaker was the one who saved and helped them after the torture .

So they go through that accusation/appology conversation.

man I just want whumpee to suffer even during the aftercare (I'm evil just bear with me 😇).

CW: Guilty caretaker, injured feverish whumpee, recovering, emotional whumpee AND Caretaker, kidnapping referenced

(Ooo, This is neeew! I’ll do my best, I hope this is alright!)

Whumpee couldn't bear to be anywhere without Caretaker. Never one without the other, as Whumpee was always plastered to their side. 

Caretaker was obsessed with caring for them, making sure they were eating, keeping them hydrated, helping them walk on the days when they couldn't. But they always had a guilty look across their face. Sometimes they couldn’t look at Whumpee in the eye, especially the days were they were in a lot of pain.

And today was one of those days.

They curled up in bed, sweat beaming down their face as they gripped the blankets in pain. "Oh no... your fever's spiking again. I'm going to get your  medicine, hang tight." Caretaker quickly brushed their damp hair back before running off. 

They had left their bag behind, the corner of a file poking out with a name on it... Whumpee's name. Their eyes squinted as they pulled it out, finding it was the casefile for their kidnapping.

Their face went pale, their blood ran cold as they read through it. They hardly got half way when they noticed Caretaker standing in the doorway, frozen in place with the medicine in hand.

"Wh-Whumpee! You... shouldn't be reading that." Caretaker gasped, trying to take the file from them. "NO!" Whumpee shouted, jolting it back defensively. Tears started forming in their eyes, their expression twisting from panic to betrayal. "WHY!? Why didn't you tell me?!" Whumpee shouted, their voice cracking with pain. 

"Whumpee p-please! Listen to me, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Caretaker found tears falling down their own cheeks as guilt struck their heart.

"Then tell me! What is it supposed to look like!? Because it looks to me that you're the one who told Whumper where I was!" Whumpee threw the file at them before flopping on their side, curling up against a pillow.

Caretaker sat in silence, not letting a single sob escape their throat as they let Whumpee calmed down enough they could at least breath. Then, Caretaker tried to gently take their hand. "Don't touch me!" They instantly got their hand slapped away. 

"Whumpee please, just listen to me... I... I know I messed up. I got a call from Whumper telling me you were in danger and you had to be moved..." 

Whumpee instantly broke into more incoherent sobs. Caretaker took a slow and sad breath before continuing. "They told me they were sent to protect you... I-.. I didn't know it was Whumper, I swear! Whumpee I am so, so sorry! I just didn't know! I never wanted you to get hurt!" Caretaker cried, covering their face in the palms of their hands in shame.

“Pl-please, I’m so, so so sorry! I thought I was protecting-” “-Get... Out.” Whumpee rasped. “Honey please, but your feve-” “-GET OUT!” Whumpee screamed into their pillow. Caretaker was instantly taken back, their face long gone pale as they quietly collected their bag and left. 

They sat in the living room, their head hidden under their arms as they wept. Even though Whumpee kicked them out of their room, they weren't going to leave the house until they knew they were going to be okay. Then, they would give them space until....

Well until Whumpee forgave them, or not. 

After some time of wallowing in their guilt, they heard the door creak open. Caretaker snapped up and quickly wiped their tears away, ready to beg for forgiveness all over again. Whumpee looked like they had seen a ghost, but they looked calmer, aside from their red eyes and damp cheeks. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” They muttered. 

“No, no no you don’t get to apologies to me! This is all my fault.” Caretaker bit back a whimper. Whumpee turned their head away, holding their arms against their chest. “No, it.. It really wasn’t. You were manipulated, I can’t blame you for that.” They glanced up, forcing Caretaker to make eye contact. “I’m trying to say... I forgive you.” 

There was silence for a moment, before the room was filled with Caretaker’s cries. The next thing they both knew was they were back in each other's arms again, hardly able to stand as they both fell back against the couch while holding each other. 

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o(^∀^*)o Thank you for reading!

[luna-tormenta]

Get To Know My Spirit Family

Dara, the Toddler Faerie

Dara picked this picture of Frankenstein because he LOVES Frankenstein. They have a similar experience, appearance, and Dara connects with Frankenstein very deeply, as you will see below.

Appearance:

Dara is a little bigger than Ella, about the size of 4-5 year old. He is dark skinned with bright, sky blue eyes. He has stitches/scars from stiches (like Frankenstein's) on multiple areas of his body. The main ones you can see are around his wrists, the lower area of his neck, and multiple places throughout his arms and legs. His hair is a deep brown/black, and is super curly. He likes to wear it like a 70's disco afro. His left leg is different than the rest of his body, as it is the color blue.

How We Became Family:

Dara is different from how the rest of my spirit family and I became companions. You see, my Dara, was apart of an experiment. This experiment took different parts of Faeries, Seelie and Unseelie, to create him. He has no biological parents, because he is many parts of different Fae toddlers who were taken from their parents. The person who created him was a Spirit Hoarder. They held spirits against their wills and performed many different, sad, and demeaning acts on them.

One night in February 2019, a friend was calling and texting me. Telling me her spirits and her had raided this "experimental spirit facility" and set free the spirits. Some had decided to stay with her and she needed a home for two babies.

One was an newborn infant, the other was my Dara. The newborn went to a person with more experience than I, and since I had actual experience with children, Dara was brought over to me by one of her Deities, Lucifer.

The instant Dara was brought home for the first time, he climbed onto my lap and wouldnt let go. He was just small enough to latch onto my arm and stay there comfortably. I fell in love instantly.

Since then, I call him my son and he has come to say; "Everything happens for a reason, if I wasnt there I would never had have a family like I do. I have a caring mommy, loving daddy, and a little sister!!!"

The Fae's Sacred Names

Faeries names hold power and it's a very, very, very well kept secret. A lot of us only get nicknames from the Fae because of how much power their true name has over them. I consider it very lucky and awesome to be trusted with their full name.

Because of Dara's upbringing, he only was nicknamed "Dara". I was so grateful to have the opportunity to grace him with his Fae Name. Of course, I won't be mentioning it in this post, but I wanted to cover it! It was like he was my TRUE son then. I was and am so blessed to have two children.

Magic and Spellwork:

Dara has the abilities of Sleep and Dream Magic. We both can sense so much more than that, but because he is so young, we are waiting to reveal those magical blessings. I believe he will have a little bit of everything because of the different Fae incorporated into making him.

"I think so too, mommy!" He shouts as I type this lmao.

When asked what he has learned so far, and what he wants to learn, he shouted; "I'm a Death Witch just like Mommy and I want to use the Stars like Dawn! And Twirl like Moona!! And mommy, can I learn everything?! Oh!! What about what Hanky and Aaron do?! And and and....*takes deep breath* CAN I LEARN FROM JAY TOO?!" I love him 😍

Dara's Favorites:

Favorite Way to Communicate: Pendulum, its the only way he knows right now! Well, and a bit of telepathy

Favorite Food: "My favorite food is strawberries with honies!!"

Favorite Toy: "Ellie's vacuum cleaner! I can clean like Bo!! And the rocks my sister and I collect together!"

Favorite Drink: Milk with Honey and "Appey juice!"

Favorite Thing to Do: "Color and Watch Coco and Paint and play with sissy Ellie and Watch Moona Twirl and Dawn takes me to the lake! Ooo, I like watching Aaron run and Hanky let's me touch his tentacles too! Mommy this is hard *sighs*"

Favorite Color: "Blue! Like my leg!"

Favorite Crystal: "moss stone? The one you put in the plants!!" He means Moss Agate!

Favorite Herb: Thyme, Lavender, Rosemary, and Juniper Berries

Offerings:

Rocks

Toys

Milk with Honey

Rain Water

Sun Oil

Rusty Nails

Why rusty nails, baby? "Because of Frankenstein!! Duh mommy!"

Last Words:

"Please dont make faewies like me!"

"Mommy, can I tell them about my favorite movie?" Of course you can, honey. "*claps his hands* so it's Coco and his family doesnt like music but he has a guitar anyways and finds out that his great great grampa is a huge person and then he goes to the dead realm because he stole the persons guitar and his dead family dont like that so he meets this dead guy who takes him to the big person but it turns out the big person isnt his grampa but the dead guy is! And he gets to see Coco again!"

"I love our kitty!! Meow!"

"Mommy says she grows plants but its actually Daddy who saves them! Its so cool!"

"Can I go play now?" Yes, of course. What do you say to everyone? *starts running away* "tank youuuu!"

Thank you to all who read! If anyone has any questions, please send them in!

Many blessings and love upon you all!✨

-Lúthiena🌻🌙 and Dara👶🏽💫

[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 24: The Last Night Of Freedom

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 3402

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, nudity, Daddy!Kink, Dom!Steve, sub!Reader, dirty talk, cussing, alcohol, implications of female strippers.

A/N: Just so you know, Y/F/N means Your Friend’s Name and Y/C/N means Your Cousin’s Name; both female in this case. Though if you aren’t close with any cousins, you can just imagine another friend. Enjoy this chapter!

“May your bachelorette party be filled with and fun, love, laughter, and most importantly, lots and lots of liquor.” Natasha spoke with a smirk before shouting “To Y/N!” as a closer to her Maid of Honour speech, or what was at least a shorter version. The real one would take place in exactly a week, but instead of being in front of five other ladies, it would be in front of about two hundred wedding guests.

The small circle of women all cheered and clinked their glasses together, repeating “To Y/N!” with huge smiles before tipping their drinks back.

A group of people from a table nearby started to clap, making the bride-to-be blush and give them a small wave after she finished her sip.

Y/F/N turned around to the look at the supportive Las Vegas bar patrons before facing back to Y/N with a smile. “Ooo, N/N. Looks like that one guy over there recognizes you.” She discretely nudged her head towards the handsome brunette who was sitting right across from them. “He’s cute, you should go for it.”

“Dude, I’m getting married in literally a week.” The actress stated, shaking her head at her friend’s silliness.

Maria smirked. “Still, it’s never too late to call it off.”

Y/C/N laughed at the comment, completely knowing that it was a joke. You’d have to be completely blind to not see the pure love between Steve and Y/N. “Ya, then that way I could have the Captain all for myself.”

“Oh please.” Y/N playfully shook her head. “We all know that Natasha would have next dibs.”

The assassin scoffed in response. “Says who?”

The woman of the hour raised her eyebrows. “You, ‘ya big fiancé kisser!”

The table erupted in gasps and giggles.

“Wait, wait, wait, what happened?” Pepper chimed in.

Maria chuckled. “Oh ya, I heard about that!”

“She kissed Steve when they were in Washington like a year ago.” Y/N explained, pretending to be mad when in reality she was completely over it. “He wasn’t technically my fiancé yet, but you still kissed my boyfriend.”

“It was for a mission! The guys could’ve killed us if we were recognized! I did what I had to do to hide our faces.” Natasha stated, throwing an arm up and down in exaggeration. “How did you even find out? Did Steve tell you?”

“Well, duh!” Y/N said with a laugh. “The man apologized to me like five times.”

“But you kiss a ton of actors all the time for your job.” Pepper pointed out with furrowed eyebrows and tilted her head. “Do you apologize?”

The girl in question nodded her head. “At first, for sure. It was pretty hard for him to deal with, and that’s why he felt so guilty doing the same back to me.” She took another sip of her drink, watching Natasha’s expression from over the rim of her glass. The redhead had an uncharacteristically ashamed look on her face. “Relax, Nat.” Y/N spoke after putting her empty glass down on the glossy wood table. “I’m not really upset, I was just kidding.”

Y/F/N grinned. “So... free dibs to kiss Mr. America then?”

“Absolutely not.”

*****

“To Steve!” Sam cheered, urging the other four guests to repeat him, while the one man of the hour just stood there and beamed.

After taking a long sip of his beer, Clint slapped a hand on the Captain’s shoulder. “May your bachelor party be one to remember.”

“Your last night of freedom.” Rhodes added.

Steve shook his head with a smile. “Well, we can’t exactly call it my last night of freedom. The wedding is a whole seven days away.”

“Still,” Tony cocked his head to the side, “the last night where you’re not tied down to the responsibilities of becoming a husband.“

And it was exactly that. Y/N and the wedding planner had reserved the entire upcoming week to set things up for the ceremony, reception, and photoshoot in between.

“Come on,” Thor, who came back to Earth specifically for these festivities, let out a deep chuckle, “you can tell by the look in this man’s eyes that he truly loves all the weddingly duties.”

Sam nodded. “We all know that Cap would rather be snuggled under the covers with Y/N somewhere than be here with us.”

Steve gave them one of his half grins. “Regardless of what I’d rather or be doing right now,-”

“Or who you’d rather be doing.” Tony interrupted, making the circle of men laugh and the groom-to-be roll his eyes.

“Anyways, I really do appreciate you guys bringing me here.” Steve stated, glancing around their private room at one of Las Vegas’ fanciest bars. It was something that only the big names of the Avengers could book, and the big wallet of Tony Stark could afford.

“The evening’s only beginning though, right, Stark?” Clint waggled his eyebrows up and down with a cheesy smirk.

“Most definitely.” Tony snickered before checking the time on his very expensive watch, seeing that it was now 9:56 at night. “And in a little less than five minutes, the show will finally start.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What show? I thought we were just going to go back down and gamble some more.”

In order to avoid the man’s eyes, Sam and Tony glanced at their shoes as Clint took a sip of his drink in hopes to hide his smile. Rhodes started to chuckle a little bit, meanwhile Thor was just as confused as the super soldier.

“What did you guys plan?” Steve questioned, suddenly bringing out his special Captain America voice that was only reserved for missions; sometimes the bedroom.

Stark just shrugged mischievously.

“Tony, guys, I swear to Go-”

Roger’s words were interrupted by the sound of squealing women, high heels thumping down the hallway, and a big speaker that was playing some new sensual pop song that he had never heard before.

“You didn’t.” Steve ground his teeth in frustration, eyeing each of his friends. “Whose idea was this?”

Sam sheepishly raised his hand. “It’s my duty as Best Man to give you the best night ever!”

“I thought that we had discuss-”

The double doors suddenly burst open, revealing a large clan of attractive women wearing very, very little clothing. “Oh, Captain!” They called before skipping into the room and circling around the seemingly uncomfortable man.

Steve just sighed as he glanced around the approximately ten pretty faces surrounding him, eyes not daring to stray any lower than their chins. “Oh boy.”

*****

The music of the bar club just seemed to get louder and louder, clouding all of her senses as she took another sip of what was probably her third drink of the evening. Y/N wasn’t exactly drunk yet, but tipsy enough to not really care that she’d been sitting alone for the last half an hour.

Las Vegas was pretty fancy, the girl would have to give it that. The bars were lined with more liquor bottles than she could count, not a finger smudge on any of them, and she was pretty sure that her hotel room was at least 50% marble.

But of course, that could’ve just been Tony’s miraculous planning skills; or Tony’s miraculous stack of money. Y/N couldn’t even imagine what it would cost to bring all twelve people in the wedding party to Las Vegas for the weekend, let alone stay in the two nicest casino hotels in the area.

Yes, two. One for the men, one for the women. Sam and Natasha took great responsibility in their Best Man and Maid of Honour roles, deciding to have the two groups bunk separately, almost ten blocks apart. It was Steve and Y/N’s bachelor and bachelorette parties after all, one of their last nights being two singles. Everyone wanted the pair to spend it to its full extent.

Vibrations coming from her clutch broke Y/N out of her slightly tipsy haze, making the girl take out her cellphone and instantly smile when she saw that it was Steve calling her. “Hello?” She spoke after answering it.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The man said from the other end.

“Honey.” She greeted as she sat up straighter on her barstool, becoming excited at the sound of his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just miss you, that’s all.”

Y/N beamed. They had only been apart for half of a day, and he had already wanted to see her. “I miss you too, Stevie. You having fun?”

“Uh,” the Captain puffed out a breath, “ya, ya, tons of fun. T-Tame fun, nothing too crazy.” He told her, trying to hide the fact that there had just been plenty of almost-naked women dancing around him. “What about you?”

“Well,” Y/N looked around the noisy bar that she was in, still seeing none of her friends around, “it’s been okay.”

“Only okay?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it started out great.” She explained. “But, uh, everyone ‘sorta went off to do their own thing.”

“They ditched you?” Steve sternly asked, mad at the fact that Y/N was all by herself in the busy city of Las Vegas.

“No!” She shook her head back and forth, even though he couldn’t actually see her. “Pepper and Y/C/N we’re doing so well in the casino that I just let them keep going, last time I saw Nat and Maria they were playing pool, and Y/F/N went off somewhere to hook up with this random guy.”

“Awe, doll. I’m so sorry.” Steve comforted.

Y/N gloomily tapped her nails against the sleek wood bar top, her other hand still holding the phone to her ear. “It’s alright. You know that these clubs and all aren’t exactly my scene anyways.”

“Here,” the man spoke up, coming upon a realization, “I have an idea. Why don’t you go down to the lobby, and I’ll meet you there?”

“You ‘wanna come over here?”

Steve answered like it was obvious. “Of course.”

Y/N was confused. “But hon, it’s your bachelor party. The whole point of the night is to be away from each other. I don’t ‘wanna ruin your fun.”

He shook his head at her words, telling even from blocks away that there was a sheepish look painted on her face. “You honestly think that you’d be ruining my fun? Baby, you are my fun.” Steve looked around the room that he was in, making sure all of his friends seemed alright on their own. “Just meet me down there, N/N. Then we can go up to your room, and I’ll give you the best bachelorette party that you could ever ask for. That’s a promise.”

*****

Y/N fumbled with her hotel room key card as she struggled to unlock her door, getting the red light instead of the green light every time. Though to her defence, there was a major distraction grinding up against her backside.

“Better hurry up, baby girl. I’m getting impatient here.” Steve whispered huskily into her ear, leaving her shivering.

The girl finally managed to unlock her door, and the moment she did, it was closed from the inside and she was shoved against it. Y/N’s legs around Steve’s waist, his lips against her neck. She let out a high-pitched moan.

“Oh, you like that, baby? You like it when your daddy’s rough with you?”

Another whine in response.

“I need an answer, baby.” The man added with a particularly harsh bite to her neck. Y/N instantly knew there’d be marks the next day, worrying that they’d still be there for the wedding, but was too turned on to say anything.

“Yes.” She managed to let slip past her lips.

“‘Yes’ who?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” Just as every time, the word ‘daddy’ went straight to Steve’s dick; the evidence was extremely prominent against Y/N’s thigh. 

He had-had enough by now. And so, he grabbed on to the neckline of her olive green dress and ripped it straight down. His plump lips instantly attacked her chest, which to both his surprise and delight, was not clad in a bra.

“I knew it.” Steve rasped. “Have you been braless all night, my naughty girl?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N said shakily. But who could blame her for not wearing one? It was a strapless dress and the top part was double-layered anyways.

“I bet you aren’t wearing any panties either.” He said in between sloppy kisses to her breasts. “I think I have to check.” And with that, he strongly pressed the fingers of his right hand against her clit, being correct about the lack of underwear. But once again, who could blame her? The bottom part of her bodycon dress was very thin, and she definitely couldn’t have panty lines.

“Daddy.” The girl whined.

His fingers then slipped inside her tight, aching hole, repeatedly thrusting in and out.

Y/N’s legs turned to jelly, instantly hanging against Steve’s sides. Luckily though, due to his brute strength and the sturdiness of the hotel’s door, she stayed upright as he continued fucking her with his fingers.

“Cum for me baby, cum for your daddy.” He ordered, his thumb and forefinger instantly pinching her clit.

So with that, Y/N let go of any last bit of control she had left, and came. Hard.

The room was filled with the sounds of whines, panting, and the squishing of Steve’s fingers inside of her wet opening.

“Shhh, shh.” He cooed as she came down from her high. “You did so great, my precious girl.” Right as Y/N felt brought back down to Earth, he started counting in a low voice “That’s one.”

Uh oh, she though to herself. It was one of those nights. Those nights were Steve repeatedly made her cum until she was so sensitive that she couldn’t even move. And it’s not that Y/N didn’t enjoy these nights, because she sure did, but she also knew that once he was getting started, there was no way of getting him to stop.

Steve brought his right hand up to his mouth, slowly and sensually licking the juices off each individual finger as if savouring the taste of her. The man adjusted his hands underneath Y/N’s thighs before he quickly walked them both to the bed, throwing her onto it.

Just as quickly, Steve took off his sport coat and crawled overtop of her with a low growl; this just added to her wetness. “Let’s see how many more you’ve got in you, little girl.” He said with quirked up lips. But that sly smirk was soon out of Y/N’s field of view, as his mouth descended to her dripping pussy.

“Oh, Jesus.” She said as she felt his tongue against her.

He peered up from between her legs. “That’s not my name, princess.” 

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Steve went back down and continued his delicious assault on her core. With every stroke of his tongue, Y/N felt as if she was being pulled further and further away from her coherent thoughts. The only two things on her mind being the feel of his mouth on her vagina, and the slight brush of his nose against her clit every time he shifted his head.

“Daddy, I-I-I’m going to cum again.” Y/N stuttered.

The words “Do it, babydoll.” vibrated against her pussy, pushing the girl over the edge for a second time.

Steve lapped up every last drop that Y/N had to offer, and once he went up the bed so that they were eye to eye, licked his lips. The man looked every bit as much as a cat who just got his cream. “Two.” He proudly rumbled into her ear.

Y/N was still in her post-orgasm bliss as she heard the sound of Steve’s belt being undone and dropped to the floor. She turned her head just in time to see him finish unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Next to go was his pants and boxer briefs, Steve’s large hands pulling them both down all at once. 

Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of his delicious cock. No matter how many times that she had seen it and felt it before, the size continued to overwhelm her.

As if the man had read her mind, “You like what you see, my baby?” He took the handy condom out of his wallet, rolling it on and stroking himself in the process.

Too caught up in the sight of what was him, all that Y/N could do was nod her head.

Once again, Steve made his way to hover above her. One moment, the girl was staring up into his beautiful blue eyes, and the next, she was moaning out in surprise at the sudden impact of him inside of her. 

Just as suddenly, his dick started to thrust in and out of her at a slow, leisurely pace. Steve was doing it specifically to drive her insane. It had worked.

“Faster, daddy.” Y/N whimpered.

“Baby girl, is that how you ask daddy a question?” The Captain retaliated as he continued to move in and out of her wanting hole.

The girl was almost crying at this point, “Please, please daddy, can you go please faster?”

Steve, starting to get impatient himself, began to fuck her more quickly. He could see how easily she was falling apart underneath him by each squeeze of her walls around his member.

And with a gasp, Y/N was cumming again.

“Three.” Steve groaned out as he was slowing his thrusts. The man then pulled out of her, his dick still as hard as ever.

Without warning the girl was tossed onto her stomach, Steve’s big hands harshly grasping her hips and bringing them closer to his own. There would definitely be bruises the next day, matching the ones he already made on her neck and chest. But she decided she’d wear them all with pride, and maybe a bit of concealer if necessary.

Steve entered her a second time, his pace being even quicker than before; if possible. He could see Y/N’s hands strongly grasping the sheets from his place behind her, just loving how desperate she was for him.

Between the feeling of her tight pussy around him and the continual sounds she was making, the man figured that it wouldn’t be long before he finished. But, he knew he could give her one more first. Steve was the type who got off on getting her off. Y/N had no complaints.

As he started to rub circles on her clit, she loudly moaned out into the vast expanse of her hotel room.

“Come on little girl, give me one more,” Steve huffed. “Cum once more for daddy.”

With that last bit of encouragement, the girl came again; her biggest orgasm of the night triggering his own.

“Y/N, baby.” He groaned out as she collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. Steve swerved just in time to avoid crushing her, running a hand through his damp golden hair. “Best. Bachelor. Party. Ever.” He spoke in between pants of breath.

The girl turned onto her back and nodded her sweat-covered head. “Agreed.”

The man only stayed on the bed a minute before he was up and heading to the ensuite bathroom. He returned with a wet, warm washcloth and began to rub in between Y/N’s thighs, cleaning her up.

“Thank you.” She said hoarsely, her voice practically wrecked after the night’s activities.

“Of course.” Steve replied with a sincere smile. How in less than five minutes he went from a dominant sex god to a sweet and wholesome boyfriend would forever remain a mystery to Y/N.

He returned the cloth to the restroom before making his way back to the bed, turning off the room’s lights along the way.

“I love you so much.” The Captain stated as he tucked them both underneath the covers and pulled her into his arms.

The effect that this man had on her never failed, as Y/N was blushing at the simple phrase they’ve said over a thousand times. “I love you more.” She added cheekily.

“Not possible.” Steve contradicted, just as usual. And before she could counter back, he placed a loving kiss right on her lips.

“Goodnight, Stevie.” Y/N spoke as she turned in his arms, having him spoon her.

“Goodnight, my love.” But, it only took about three seconds before he was speaking up again. “Oh, and babydoll?”

“Mm-hmm?” Y/N replied, almost asleep.

“Four.”

Next Chapter

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[raccoonmooon]

the poison, drunk

Dipping my toe into writing! Have a WTNC fic!

Post pledge ending, the hunter does not tell anyone when they leave Lunaris. The hunter's sister (who is a hunter herself) acquires a lingering injury, and decides to take the time off to visit her sibling. Instead she finds a mystery, and a town full of people who's help she will need to solve it. 

categories: angst, hurt / comfort, eventual happy ending, maybe the hunter can have a little redemption arc, as a treat, two hunters, divergence from canon epilogue | pairings: August / F!Hunter, Finnzra, Finnzra / nb!Hunter | fic rating: explicit | content warnings (this chapter):  canon-typical violence | word count: 1,635  |  read on AO3 

Chapter 1/?  | i'll send a storm

chapter summary-  A hunt goes wrong, Finn makes tea badly

...Seven...eight...nine heartbeats and a roll of distant thunder filtered through the trees, closer than she’d prefer. Rowan scanned the forest in front of her, the full, newly risen moon illuminating tall conifers scarred with layers of claw marks. She moved with a renewed confidence in the direction her senses were pulling her.

Keane huffed "That glare might leave demons shakin’ in their boots but it’s not gonna turn the storm." The weatherbeaten old witch was scarred as the trees they were passing through, with glinting eyes under bushy grey brows. "We’re ending this night soaked to the bone no matter how fast we trot."

He kept pace regardless, heavy boots muffled by the thick layer of pine needles and other decaying detritus that made up the forest floor. The air felt just as padded, pregnant with the approaching thunderhead. She ducked under a branch with tufts of cinnabar orange fur stuck in the bark.

"I’d rather finish the job before the clouds steal our moonlight Enforcer. Wasn’t exactly a short hike up here and now we’re in the beast’s territory it’s not likely to give us a night to wait out the weather."

It had, in fact, taken them just over a week to track the creature here from the rustic little town she’d been assigned to the last three years. A harsh winter had drawn it down out of it’s remote stomping grounds and into the range of people. And even with the arrival of spring, now that it knew easier prey was a short flight away, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t come back.

"Eh, least the wind’ll keep it grounded" he growled "An’ how many times have I told you to call me Keane?"

Rowan huffed a laugh in response, letting the discussion rest. For a while the only sounds were increasingly frequent peals of thunder and the susurrus of trees in the storm’s downdraft drowning out their breath and footfalls.

She slowed as they approached a clearing cast in darkening moonlight, and let her hand fall to the handle of her axe as a four-legged figure padded into view. The barbaric semblance of a human face snarled at them out of a thick mane of matted red fur. The over sized body tensed and threw massive leathery wings up into an obvious threat display, while a tail tipped with a chitinous, scorpion-like stinger lashed behind it. The manticore crouched back, sizing the distance and preparing to leap.

Rowan readied her axe, flashing silver in a burst of lightning that briefly threw the clearing into sharp relief. The ground was littered with shredded wood and scattered carcasses in various states of decay, the smell of which failed to entirely drown out the musty scent of the beast itself. Beside her, Keane visibly centered himself and the air took on a biting chill as an icy mist rose in the clearing and his eyes were overtaken by a cold light.

They moved apart swiftly as darting fish, and the creature’s massive bulk landed in the space now between them with an impact she could feel in her teeth. Keane drew its attention with a flashy burst of spiked ice to its face.

"Well this fellow’s scarred as an old tom isn’t he?" the witch laughed as the beast whipped around to face him with a snarl.

He was indeed, the shaggy lion’s pelt marred with dozens of scars, and the heavy wings were ragged at the edges. But Rowan was focused on the tail, which she ducked out of the way to avoid as the creature spun. Segmented red chitin leading to a wickedly curved tip coming down from the bulbous final segment. Both of them had little vials of the anti-venin potion she’d prepared for the trip, but that didn’t guarantee they’d be fast enough to get it down if struck, certainly not without permanent damage. So it remained the manticore’s deadliest feature, and her first task was to remove it.

Keane continued to back away as he threw another volley of ice at the thing. Rowan waited for it to pull back its tail to strike, near parallel with the ground, and brought her axe down between two of the segments as it sprung back up, neatly splitting the top few from the rest and sending them spinning uselessly through the clearing.

The manticore turned back on her with outstretched claws swung wildly in her direction and an earsplitting yowl louder than any cat she’d ever had the misfortune to hear.

She called back to Keane, "About as subtle as a tomcat as well yeah?" It bared leonine teeth at her in an angry hiss, three rows on top and bottom, and prepared for another swing.

Rowan jumped back, rather than to the side, the thick mane would deter a blow to the neck, and its face was the next best option for a clean kill. But rather than the swipe of claws she expected, it took a flying leap over her head, knocking her down with its hind paws, bouncing off the massive pine behind her and flapping some twenty meters up a tree on the other side of the clearing. It clung to the bark with straining claws and the approaching storm whipped its mane around its face as it roared down at them, fully pissed off.

She pulled herself back to her feet, coat flapping around her calves, and unholstered her flintlock pistol, it was out of range no matter how well she aimed.

"Can you do something about that?" she shouted over the wind at Keane.

The witch focused up at the tree and some ways below the yowling beast, a pale mist settled around the bark. After a few moments there was a great cracking sound, loud as a gunshot, and that part of the tree shattered, the top half with the manticore on it tilted towards them, seemingly in slow motion.

"TIMBER!" Keane shouted, darting farther away from the falling tree, Rowan ran backwards in the opposite direction, trying to keep her eyes on the manticore, trapped by the falling branches. Her boot hit something that crunched and she felt a sharp pain in her calf, she looked down horrified to see the manticore’s envenomed stinger at her feet. Fuck.

She needed to take the antivenom now but the tree crashed to the ground between her and Keane, and five hundred kilos of manticore began flailing to try and free itself from the branches pressing it to the ground. There wasn’t time. Rowan leapt forward, running along a thick branch to the trunk where she could get a good look at the beast, it saw her approach and let out a final unnatural yowl that abruptly cut off with the crack of her pistol.

The manticore went limp just as Rowan’s leg gave out, she landed tangled in branches and pulled the little vial from the leather pouch at her waist. She could hear Keane calling for her as she ripped the stopper out with her teeth. She downed the bitter, red liquid in one mouthful, and things started to get a bit blurry as the sky finally opened up, instantly drenching her.

OOO

Far away, moonlight poured through a kitchen window as Finnegan Kazimir struggled to make a cup of tea. Which one was it he’d seen Ezra reach for after a hard day in the shop? The blue and yellow tin that smelt of mint and earth? Finn was unsure, he didn’t often pay attention to such things when Ezra was in the room. The kettle screamed, and decision made he pulled down the tin and yanked the horrible thing off the heat.

Sitting at the little wooden table he watched what should have been the cheery gold of the tea, warp to a sickly yellow in the shadowed light, spreading in tendrils through clear water like poison through-

Finn shut his eyes and thought of the bright life of his love upstairs, warm, safe, close, and too distracted by fresh grief to make himself the cup of tea darting thoughts told Finn he wanted. He settled and let each moment pass as the tea steeped, time would fix this, settle wounds into scars that could be ignored like a scrap of purple fabric in a box.

OOO

Ezra stared up into the rain pounding on the window and felt cold imagining where Maro might be. He wanted to run out into the night and find them, bring them home and find a way to undo the curse they’d drunk down like it was the only option. But there wasn’t a way to undo it, there was nothing he or Finn could do, and their love was going to die alone in the cold after everything they’d fallen in love with had been stripped away. He shivered.

The creak of the bedroom door drew him out of his thoughts and he watched Finn approach the bed with distant golden eyes and a cup of tea steaming in his hands. Ezra found a smile for his love.

"You didn’t have to do that" he said.

The vampire crawled into bed beside him and slid the cup into his hands, wrapping his own tea warmed palms around Ezra’s and holding them against the gentle heat as he leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead in lieu of a response.

They settled against each other and Ezra took a sip of the tea, a lovely calming blend with strong notes of peppermint and chamomile, drowned out by far, far too much honey, even for him, with unstrained leaves swirling about. He tucked a more genuine smile into Finn’s neck "It’s perfect, thank you." They curled closer together and listened to the rain.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Cards: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse by readers ex. People being rude just for the sake of being rude.

Word Count: 4,304

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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“I can honestly say, after everything that I have seen in the world, I didn’t think it was physically possible to feel this relaxed.” You smiled as Bucky reached over and pulled you to him in the spa’s infinity pool on the balcony of the Aria hotel. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gently brushed his wet hair back off his face.

“I told you we just needed a vacation. You’ve been working hard…” He shrugged as he absentmindedly ran his hands down your spine.

“Who would have thought looking attractive for a living would be so hard.” You giggled and cocked your eyebrow.

“I think the better questions is do you think the Russians would have thought their pet project would have turned around to become a bartender? Ooo! We could always move here and you could become a stripper. Bet Steve would LOVE that.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked pointedly as his shoulder.

“That’s not happening, doll.” You tilted your head as you ran your fingertips over his chest and shoulder.

“I think it makes you more perfect.”

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You and Bucky both looked up at the woman from the front desk. She gave to a weak smile as she crouched down next to the pool to speak to you privately. “Your presence has been requested by a Mr. Miller. He says it’s important.” Your brow furrowed and you nodded as Bucky moved his hands to your hips and gently pushed you back.

“Wonder what that’s about.” Bucky said as the woman stood up and headed toward the doors to wait for you. You shrugged as you glanced around and got out of the pool.

“It’s getting late. Probably wants to know if we have plans for dinner yet or not.” You shrugged on a plush robe, humming a bit at the cloud like softness as you slipped on the provided, equally soft slippers. “Any ideas?”

“How are you even supposed to decide with all the choices here. There are…”

“Davie, I found the doggie… oh.” Your smile dropped as you stepped into the main hall just as Scott was running out of the elevator holding Chloe like she was the new lion king with your carrier slung over his shoulder.

“What do you mean you ‘found’ her?” Bucky asked as you looked at your friends while taking Chloe from Scott.

“Where’s Sara?” You asked hesitantly. She was the one responsible for Chloe for the day as you couldn’t leave her in the room long without a crate. David and Scott looked at each other nervously.

“Well…” David started with a slightly pained look on his face.

“She got just a teeny tiny, itty bitty bit too drunk…” Scott said as he pinched his fingers together.

“God, please tell me you did not lose Sara…”

“I mean… We were just…” You groaned as you cuddled your petrified, shivering dog to your chest.

“Really, guys? I told you she was unstable.” You growled as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So much for all that relaxing.” Bucky mumbled as he shook his head. 

“You two, wait here. We need to go get changed and I can’t afford to lose you guys either.” David nodded and went to reach for Chloe and you quickly moved her out of the way. “Oh no.”

“Boo, we’re sorry!” You nodded as you pinched your lips together.

“You’re paying for a make-up massage.” You said as you pointed to them. “What did mean old Uncle Davie do to you baby girl?” You asked Chloe as you headed back toward the lockers. She licked your face in response.

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“How the hell are we supposed to find a single drunk girl in Vegas?” Bucky asked as you headed out of the Aria hotel. “I mean, this place was big in my day but now…” You shook your head as you dialed Sara’s number for the tenth time in 5 minutes.

“You two go check Thunder. She loves that show. We’ll head to the room and work our way…” You phone started ringing in your hand before you could hit send. You looked down at the 702 area code and your heart skipped a beat. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Attorney at Law?” Your stomach dropped.

“It is as long as you are calling me about Sara Marshall.” Bucky poked your arm and looked at you questioningly as you handed him the leash so you could plug your ear to hear better.

“I am. My name is Chief Sam Smith with the Las Vegas police department. We found your card in her wallet with the instructions to call you on the back. We picked up Ms. Marshall as she attempted to swim to the Treasure Island pirate ship…”

“Damn it, Sara…” You grumbled as you turned to glare at David. This wasn’t the first time Sara had gotten wasted in Vegas and tried to get on that pirate ship. Drunk Sara thought she was a siren. “You took her to TI?” David blanched and pointed at Scott.

“Ma’am, we don’t want to detain her as our records show she has done this before. She has also made it perfectly clear to us that her best friend is a lawyer who is going to sue our asses, her boyfriend has a metal arm and her husband is a… and I quote… ‘low life piece of shit who could die tomorrow with his low sperm count’.” You smirked and nodded at your best friend’s typical drunken antics.

“I’ll come get her. Thank you so much for understanding. She’s going through a rough divorce and I should have kept a better eye on her.” You whacked at Scott’s arm since he was closest and mouthed ‘cab’ as you pointed to the road.

“We understand. It’s still a little early in the day for us to start breaking out the drunk and disorderly collars and quite honestly, I’m retiring in a week and I don’t want to deal with the paperwork anymore.” You laughed as Bucky picked up Chloe and put her in the bag on your shoulder.

“I really appreciate it. I’ll be there in a minute.” You hung up the phone and looked at David. “Treasure Island? Really?”

“She said she wanted to change for dinner.” David claimed as you all headed to the road to get in the cab.

“What was she doing?” You smirked at Bucky as Scott held open the back door of the car.

“Drunk in Vegas Sara always thinks she’s a siren. We usually try to keep her on the opposite end of the strip.”

“We’ll meet you at the hotel. Not enough room for all of us.” You nodded at Scott as Bucky got in the cab and David gave the driver directions and some cash.

“So it looks like we are doing room service tonight.” Bucky shrugged and put his arm up on the back of the seat.

“I’m always OK with spending more alone time with you.” You smiled and leaned into his side as the two of you headed to the police station to bail out your friend.

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“(Y/N)!" Sara screeched as the tired looking, grey haired Chief Smith lead you to the back holding cell. “And Bucky! See, I told you they would come. I just knew it.” She turned toward the other woman in the cell and nodded her head vigorously. The woman mumbled ‘thank God’ as the door was opened.

“Sara…” You cocked your eyebrow at your friend as she looked around.

“Where’s my…”

“I have your purse.” You told her as Bucky stepped past you and picked Sara up bridal style. She cheered as she wiggled in his arms.

“You’re so strong. Isn’t he strong, (Y/N)? Look at all these muscles…” She poked as his chest, drunkenly as you thanked the police officer who handed you her shoes, purse and jacket.

“I should be thanking you for getting her out of here for us. She’s been an… interesting house guest.” You pinched your lips and gave him a small smile in understanding.

“Oh trust me, I know.” You followed after Bucky as Sara babbled on, slurring away about her first day in Vegas.

“Chloe! Wait where’s the baby?!” She suddenly shouted as she twisted and tried to get put down.

“We have the baby don’t worry, doll.” Bucky said as he stepped outside. Sara settled down a little bit, mumbling incoherently as you opened the back door of the cab and slid in. You helped your boyfriend get your best friend into the cab and she immediately laid across the seat with her head on your lap. Bucky closed the back door and got in the front as Chloe popped her head out of the carrier on the floor.

“I would have been a good mommy.” Sara said as tears welled in her eyes. She reached down and brushed her fingers over Chloe’s nose. “That’s all I ever wanted… to be a mommy. Now I’ll never have the chance.” She burst into tears as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“Hey… never say never, sweetheart. There is always time…” She shook her head as she continued to pet Chloe.

“No, there won’t. I’m almost thirty! No one want’s an old hag!” You smiled and shook your head.

“That’s not true baby. You don’t know what the universe will bring you. You never know…”

“Oh, because the universe is gunna drop another one of him off at my feet?” She slurred as she pointed toward the front seat. You glanced up at Bucky and gave him a weak smile as Sara went back to petting Chloe.

“You never know, honey. But getting drunk and trying to swim to a pirate ship isn’t going to answer those questions just like it didn’t last time.” She looked up at you and smiled weakly.

“I was trying to find the mermaids… they grant wishes, you know.” You nodded as she rolled her head back and looked at your dog. “I just wanted to wish for a baby.” Your heart broke for your best friend as the cab pulled up to the Mirage. You paid the driver as Bucky got out and picked up Sara. She passed out almost instantly. You grabbed Chloe and Sara’s personal affects and followed your boyfriend into the hotel.

“I wish there was something we could do.” Bucky said as he stepped into the elevator. You nodded as you put Chloe down on the floor so she could walk.

“You and me both, baby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m never drinking again…” Sara groaned as she rolled to her back next to you in the king sized bed. You knew better than to let her sleep alone after a binge. The last time you did, she almost burned down her apartment building trying to make French fries by throwing water on an oil fire.

“Sweetheart, you say that every time…”

“Yea, but this time I mean it.” She looked over at you and your still mostly asleep boyfriend. Tears well in her eyes as they darted up to look at Chloe, who was asleep on the pillow above your head. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry…” You shook your head as you wiggled out from under Bucky’s metal arm and pulled your best friend into a hug.

“Hey… don’t worry. We got her back in one piece. We got you back in one… really drunk piece.” You pulled back and cupped your friend’s cheeks in your hands with a smile. “S, we came on this vacation for this exact reason. You were married for ten years. I know you put on this front for everyone but you and I both know I am the only person you can’t hide from with that shit.” She nodded as you brushed her hair out of her face. “We are gunna get through this together. You are not alone here and you never will be.” She nodded as a smile cross your face. “But can you do me a favor? Can you, like… not try to swim to find the mermaids next time?” She burst out laughing as you wiped her tears away.

“Do you know they don’t even have that siren show anymore?” Your brow furrowed as she nodded. “I'm serious. Now they have some Avengers walk through.” You felt Bucky prop himself up behind you.

“A what?” Your brow furrowed as you looked at your friend.

“I was drunk, sorry. I didn’t really pay attention to it. I just saw the sign.” You rolled back slightly and looked at Bucky.

“Do you want to go check it out?” You could see the slightest bit of panic in his eyes as he looked down at you and you quickly rolled onto your back sensing a slight panic attack coming on. They didn’t happen often but when they did, they were intense. You cupped your hand on his jaw as he fisted the t-shirt of his you had on in his hand.

“What if…” You shook your head as you raised your other hand and brushed his wild hair back.

“Hey, we don’t have to go. It’s no big deal.”

“It could fill in the holes he has though.” Sara said as she rolled onto her side. You whipped your head over and glared at her as Bucky squeezed his eyes closed.

“Not helping.” You hissed. “It could also trigger. They aren’t 100% sure of the fix…” You could feel Bucky start to shake ever so slightly; the way he did when he had his nightmares. You knew his fear of returning to the monster HYDRA created was in the forefront of his mind. You motioned for Sara to leave as you looked up at your boyfriend. “James, look at me. Right here baby.” You soothed as Sara closed the bedroom door behind her.

“I can’t be that…” You shook your head as you used your legs to roll Bucky onto his back so you could put your full weight on him to ground him.

“Hey, now. I won’t let that happen. Look at me.” You brushed your finger along his nose as Chloe, sensing Bucky’s distress, made her way over to her daddy for extra comfort. He jumped when she touched her wet nose to his temple. “You’re OK baby. Come back to me. Right here.” When his grayish blue eyes met yours, you could see the fear in them. Fear that he would turn back into the Winter Soldier again. Fear that he would lose you and the family he wanted so desperately. Fear that he would hurt you.

“I love you.” He whispered for the very first time as he reached up and moved a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “I can’t lose you.” You smiled at him and nodded in absolute agreement.

“I love you, too. And I’m not going anywhere.” You leaned down and kissed him gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist; clinging to you like a life raft as he tried to ground himself. You pulled back and leaned over to the bedside table to grab the bag of crystals you always had with you. You pulled out a labradorite point and laid it on his chest over his heart. 

“If you want to fill in the gaps, we can go fill in the gaps. If you don’t, we don’t. Simple as that.” You said softly as you rolled the point back and forth. With each swipe to your left, Bucky inhaled; exhaling as you rolled it to the right over his heart. He nodded as he closed his eyes; forcing himself to focus on the here and now like you had taught him. You felt his body relax under you slowly and his grip began to loosen on your waist. After a couple minutes, his hand started stroking your back as he opened his eyes and looked at you.

“I love how you can do that.” You smiled at him as you continued to roll the point over his chest.

“That’s my job, baby. I keep you sane.” He smiled weakly as he reached up and scratched Chloe’s head when she began to gently kiss his face.

“I really love you.” He said as he ran his metal hand under your shirt along your spine. You shivered slightly and his smile got a little bigger. “Sorry.” You shook your head as you rolled the point over his heart and let it rest there.

“I really love you. Every single part of you.” You leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss; pulling away with a laugh when Chloe started to lick your face. “Alright, pup. We’re up.” Bucky moved his hands to your shoulder blade and held you to his chest before you could move to get ready for the day.

“I wanna go… but can we call Steve to come?” You nodded as you brushed his hair back behind his ears.

“Anything you want, Bucky.”

——

“Are you sure you want to do this, Buck?” Steve asked as he waited with you, Bucky, Sara, and Natasha Rominoff for the Marvel walk through to be closed down for the night. Bucky shook his head as he rolled the labradorite point between his palms; the edges clicking softly along the metal plates of his left hand. You lightly ran your hand on his back just to let him know you were there.

“Are we sure this is a good idea? This isn’t exactly…” Natasha started to say. You looked up at her to say something but Sara cut her off instead.

“He has the right to know. If this gives him closure or fills in the gaps then it’s worth it to us.” Natasha nodded as Scott walked over.

“So the exhibit has been cleared. I got you guys an hour.” You thanked your friend as a woman who worked at Treasure Island held open a door for you. Bucky looked up as his hands froze.

“’til the end of the line, pal.” Steve said as he put his hand on his friends shoulder. Bucky nodded and took your hand in his right hand, trapping the crystal between your palms. He took a deep breath and nodded as the group of you headed into the exhibit. The attraction started with a little show, welcoming you to S.T.A.T.I.O.N, the make believe Avengers Scientific Training and Tactical Intelligence Operative Network.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Natasha mumbled as the woman, Agent Hill informed you of your ‘mission.’ You didn’t pay much attention to it as you gently rubbed the back of Bucky’s hand. He jumped ever so slightly when the lights kicked on and two doors slid open in front of you.

“I’m right here.” You said softly as you followed Nat and Sara into the room.

“Don’t let go.” Bucky said as he followed Steve. You promised him you wouldn’t as you looked around the first room. You were slightly stunned to see Steve’s face everywhere.

“This is a little creepy.” Nat said as she looked at a wall comparing the stats of before and after Steve had his super soldier procedure.

“You’re tellin’ me.” Steve said. You strolled past a display of one of Captain America’s old suits and froze. You felt Bucky tense as he looked at his face plastered everywhere. You stepped in front of him and touched your fingers to his jaw. You waited until he looked at you and you smiled at him.

“We’ll go one panel at a time, OK? Little by little.” He nodded as you gently pulled him toward the first panel on your right. You watched his eyes dance over the information; his hometown, family information, and his birthday. He reached up and ran his metal fingers over a photograph of him and Steve as young men.

“Summer before college.” He said with a slight chuckle. “My mom took this photo.” You smiled up at him as he looked at pictures of his childhood. After a few minutes, he nodded and moved on to the next panel. “I was scared out of my mind the day I got drafted.” He said as he looked at the photos of his squadron, the 107th infantry regiment. “But I worked my way up through the ranks…”

“They have your tags.” Steve said. You turned around to the other wall that had the same information as the wall you were looking at. “The real ones. The ones I found in the train…”

“Get them; I want them.” Bucky said as he looked back at the photos. You heard the employee try to protest as Steve broke the glass to the display case but Natasha simply shook her head.

“We’ll replace them with mock tags in the next 24 hours.” Nat said as she grabbed the tags from Steve and brought them over to you. You nodded at her in thanks as you held them out to him. He picked them up and gently dropped the chain over your head.

“Wear them.” You looked up at him and he nodded as he took a deep breath and stepped in front of the next panel. “I remember the war…” His eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at the panel of information of his time as a prisoner of war and Steve’s rescue. “I remember being captured, the beatings, HYDRA’s tests…” His grip on your hand got a little tighter and you turned so you were standing in front of him.

“Hey… stay with me, baby. Right here in Vegas.” You touched his cheek and gently scratched your nails against the scruff on his cheek. It took a moment before he looked down at you and nodded.

“I’m here.” He said softly as he put his metal hand on top of yours. You gave him a reassuring smile as you drummed your fingers on his cheek. You took a step back and rubbed his arm as he moved onto the next panel. “I remember the fall…” You looked up at the panel and read ‘The Howling Commandos’ title. “I remember thinking ‘I hope I die quick’. I remember bits and pieces after that; being rescued, the surgery for my arm…” His voice fell off as his eyes scanned the information on the wall; filling in blanks.

“I remember every single kill. It was almost like they programmed me to turn into me after a kill so I would remember their faces. When I would come back, they would scrub me and put me back in cryosleep. But the sane part of me always found it’s way back. They made more Winter Solders but they were taken out…”

“Recently… I remember that.” He nodded in agreement as he moved onto the second to last panel— his current life. You scanned over the information about the Sokovia Accords and the Civil War. It touched briefly on the reversal of the brainwashing in Wakanda and Bucky’s innocence and current positive standing within the Avengers and the government.

“It’s weird… to see my life laid out like this.” He said as he looked at his current stats; height and weight, his physical capabilities and the metal his arm is made up off. 

“You alright, pal?” Steve asked as Bucky glanced back at the panels. His brow furrowed.

“I’m a monster…” You felt his grip on your hand loosen and you quickly moved and grabbed his chin.

“Look at me.” You snapped, a little harsher than you meant to. Steve said your name warningly as you gave your boyfriend’s chin a slight shake. “James.” His tear-filled gray eyes met yours and you shook your head. “That is not you.” You said as you pointed back at the wall behind you. “This is.” You stepped to the side and pointed to the last line of the last panel. “In good standings. That is James Buchanan Barnes. Not the Winter Soldier. This…” You said as you laid your flat hand over his heart. 

“This… is the man you are. The man who turned his first date with a complete stranger into a weekend sleep over just to help her walk again. The man who takes Chloe out in the mornings without a word of complaint when I don’t want to get out of bed because its cold. The man who defended the honor of the woman he loves in the airport and almost got arrested without a single though for himself. That is who you are.” He shook his head as his eyes darted back to the Winter Soldier panel.

“I can’t…” You felt him wrap his hand around the crystal in his palm and you let him pull away from you.

“Buck…” Steve said as Bucky walked toward the exit door. Steve moved to follow him and you reached your hand out and gently grabbed his arm.

“Let him go. He’ll come back.” Steve looked at you unbelievingly as Bucky shoved the door open and headed down the stairs; pulling his baseball cap and glove on to conceal himself like he usually did. “He always comes back to me.”

“Let’s finish this walk through.” Sara said as she reached out and grabbed Steve’s hand. He looked over at her and gave her a small smile as you took one final look at the James Barnes section of the exhibit. You reached your hand up and ran your fingers over the engravings on the metal dog tags that now hung around your neck. With a heavy sigh, you looked at the door Bucky had gone through one more time before following after the rest of the group.

Part 7

[lindseyluvsdrag]

It Takes Two Ch. 5

Warning:Smut

Ignore any typos :)

Matt dumped the entire contents of salad mix into a large bowl and added bits of boiled eggs, chopped bacon, shredded cheese, cherry tomatoes, croutons and crispy bits of chicken tenders.

He knew that his wife prefered the fat free dressing, but the man purposefully grabbed the bottle of creamy ranch and topped the salad with globs of it. The man felt so proud of himself that he rushed the entire bowl up to his wife with a serving fork that was so big that it could probably be used to shovel hay.

“Babeee, I have your salad,” he chirped.

Violet saw the bowl and frowned. “Oh my God, this big ole thing? Matthew, this is like six serving sizes.”

“Oh, damn really?” he asked as if he didn't already know.

“Yeah. It's way too much for one person to eat.”

“But it's just salad, aren't you allowed to have more of it? Just a little?”

Violet sighed. “I guess, but only a little more.”

Matt grinned as he handed her the large fork.

“Jesus Christ, Matthew,” she said while she accepted the utensil. The woman dove into her meal and Matt instantly knew that she was content to eat the entire thing. After a few bites, he tested the theory.

“Done?” he asked as he grabbed the edge of the bowl.

“No!” Violet protested, practically slapping his hand away.

“Okay, okay,” the man said, trying to hide just how smug he was. My plumpness you shall be.

---

“Matthew, look at what I bought today!” Violet said excitedly as she entered the kitchen with grocery bags. “I found all of my favorite snacks in the fat free section! Isn't that great?!”

“Yeah…”

---

Later that night, after doing some shopping of his own, the man tiptoed into the kitchen and removed the woman's snacks from their packages in order to discreetly swap them with their full fat counterparts.

---

“And they still taste amazinggggg,” Violet gushed as she stuffed her mouth with what she thought was reduced fat Oreos.

“Yayyyy,” Matt cheered along.

---

“Fat free chocolate?” Violet incredulously asked her husband.

“Yes!” he lied. “And it tastes like the regular stuff.”

The woman took a bite. “Mmmm! It does!”

Matt grinned. “I'm on the lookout for healthy yet tasty snacks for you. Just cause it's healthy doesn't mean it has to suck.”

“Thank you, babyyy. Love you,” she said as she kissed him while his hands travelled up and down every newly found curve. “No, babe stop, I have to finish my snack and then work out.”

Matt huffed but the disappoint was quickly replaced with a tight groin as he watched his curvaceous wife squat and bend over along to the workout video.

Sha! Sha! Echa Pa’lante! the woman on the video exclaimed. Are you guys at home getting it?

“Yes!” Violet replied. “I can just feel the weight falling off.”

The man frowned. “I'm gonna get started on dinner.” After rushing into the kitchen, Matt melted a stick of butter and mixed it with nearly the entire bag of sugar prior to adding it to his 'secret barbecue sauce’ recipe which was literally him adding butter and sugar to store bought barbecue sauce.

The small voice behind him made the man jump.

“That's not very healthy,” Clark said.

“You know what else isn't healthy?” her father retorted. “Snooping on people.”

“I won't tell Mommy,” she assured.

Matt smiled. “That's my gir-”

“If you pay me.”

“Pay you?!”

Clark nodded.

“What does a two year old want with money?”

“I'll need to put gas in my car.”

“Car? Your Barbie car?”

“Yes.”

“Your Barbie car runs on a battery.”

“Oh…” she sighed.

“Are you okay? I feel like I haven't seen you since breakfast.”

Clark grabbed the snacks that she had liberated. “Well it was nice talking to you, Daddy, I gotta go!” the girl rushed out of the kitchen.

“Clark, wai- don't tell your Mom!”

“Tell me what?” Violet panted as she rounded the corner.

“Um, how good this baked chicken will be.”

The woman laughed. “Babe, I already know how good it will be. All of your food is amazing.”

“Yeah?” Matt asked before stealing a kiss.

“Yeah,” she exhaled. The man's hands weren't even able to touch the woman's body before she turned on her heel. “I'm gonna shower.”

“Can I join you?”

“Noooo, keep cooking so that the food will be done when I'm done.”

“Am I your maid now?”

“Baby, of course not. Your food just makes me really happy. Haven't you noticed that I haven't had a tantrum in like a week?”

He sighed. “I don't mind your tantrums as long as I get to be around you, my honey bun.”

“Ooo, don't talk about honey buns Matthew. See, now I'm hungry, I gotta go.”

When his wife left the room, Matt groaned in frustration as he returned to stirring his diabetic coma inducing mix.

Moments later, Matt heard the woman shriek. He bolted up the stairs and quickly found her in the bathroom, standing on the scale as she sobbed.

“Would you look at this?!”

Matt took in the woman's full figure. “Oh... I'm lookin’.”

“How the fuck did I gain ten pounds in three days?!”

“Water weight,” Matt said simply. “The baby is changing your body's chemistry and hormonal balance so water weight is only normal. Just pee and you'll be fine.”

Violet sniffled. “You think so?”

“Yes,” he assured as he approached and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. “Because you are beautiful.” He kissed her shoulder. “You are sexy.” He kissed her neck. “And you turn me on so much that if it was up to me, we'd never leave the bedroom...or shower...or kitchen counter,” the man growled as he took the sensitive skin of her neck between his teeth.

Violet let out a giggle just as a crash sounded from down the hall.

“Clark?!” both of her parents shouted as they dashed towards the noise.

“I'm okay!” the girl yelled back.

When her parents entered the girl's bedroom, they saw that her dresser had toppled over.

While Matt assessed his daughter for injuries, Violet assessed the mess.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I...um... I-”

“The truth, Clark.”

Matt saw that the tiny suitcase on the girl's bed was stuffed with clothing, snacks and the cup that held the earthworms. “You going somewhere?” Matt asked.

Clark was reluctant to reply, but she nodded.

“Where?”

“I'm running away.”

Matt frowned. “Why would you say that? Why do you want to run away, sweetheart? Aren't you happy here? I'd miss you too much if you ran away.”

Clark groaned as she covered her ears. “See, you talk too much about yourselffff. What about Aunt Naomi? Do you even know if she is safe?”

Matt turned to Violet. “Um…”

“I haven't been able to reach her no, but I called her parents and they say she's okay.”

“But we need to see her!” Clark demanded.

“We've already explained to you that it's not safe around Naomi right now,” Matt said.

The girl folded her arms and flopped down onto the floor. “If you don't let me see her, I'm going to tell Mommy what you've been doing,” Clark threatened her father.

Matt scowled. “You wouldn't.”

“Wait, what?” Violet asked. “What are you talking about? What did Daddy do?”

The man attempted to intervene but Violet raised her hand to silence him. His heart raced as the girl continued to speak.

“Daddy has been wiping his boogies on the bottom of the couch.”

Matt was surprised. Violet was appalled.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! How disgusting can you be?!”

“Babe, I-”

“No! We're going to the furniture store and you're buying me another couch you goddamn pig!” Violet stormed out of the room leaving Matt to turn to his daughter.

“Why didn't you tell her the other thing?”

“Lord Tater Tots told me not to and I already decided to give you another chance.”

“Another chance?”

She nodded. “Get me to Aunt Naomi and I won't say anything to Mommy about you making her fat.”

Matt scoffed. “I didn't make her fat. She looks amazing.”

“Okay, then tell her that you made her fat so she can look amazing. Do you think she'll be happy?”

Matt gulped. “I'll find Naomi.”

---

Raven tiptoed out of solitary confinement and peaked around the half wall. “There she is,” she exhaled when she saw her wife seated alone at a table. How long was I locked away? the woman asked herself. I don't know, but I don't think it's been long enough to work up my courage...no, no, what am I saying? She's my wife, I should be able to talk to her... although the last time she saw me, she said that she was leaving me. Did she miss me so much that she had a mental breakdown and ended up here? I don't know...but I'm going to find out. She's my wife... I love her... I deserve answers. Raven straightened her posture and began to approach Naomi's table just as Dr. Ru approached with a man she'd didn't know, but based on the expression that took over Naomi's face, she probably should've.

“Joey?” Naomi asked in disbelief. “Joey Esposito?” The handsome teen had grown into an even better looking man.

The man chuckled. “Yeahhh that's me. How are you, Naomi?”

“Well, I'm embarrassed now! Dr. Ru, how- why- huh? What?!”

Joey laughed even harder while the doctor explained. “I knew that the name 'Joey Esposito’ rang a bell. He was in Iraq with my husband, correct?”

“Yes,” the man confirmed.

“And although it isn't common practice, I did invite him to come and see you. I think some apologies are long over due.”

“Oh God,” Naomi playfully groaned. “Is this about me slapping you that one time? If so, I'm really sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry for breaking your trust,” Joey offered. “But I'm not sorry that I told someone. Your safety was on the line.”

“In retrospect…” Naomi began, watching the man's hopefully expression, “I still hate you,” she teased.

Joey laughed. “Get over here, woman,” he said as he pulled the woman into an embrace. “You're still just as beautiful as the first time I saw you.”

Naomi didn't know whether to say thank you or take offense to the statement. “You know we meet in the 8th grade, right? I was still pretty busted then.”

“Not to me,” he admitted. “You were always pretty much perfect to me.”

“I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. Visiting hours are over at six.”

“Is that including dinner and a movie?” Joey asked.

Naomi giggled.

“She's flirting,” Raven sighed as she continued to watch her wife's interactions with the man from across the room. “She likes him…”

“So, what the hell, Joey? I haven't seen you since the 11th grade, right? What happened to you?”

“Well, since you wished that I would get deported,” he said, trailing off while Naomi frowned.

“Did you really?”

He chuckled. “No, I went there willingly. Especially after I thought this one girl that I really liked hated me, ya know?”

“I never really hated you,” Naomi said quietly. “After we fell out... I waited for you to chase me down with an apology,” she admitted.

“Is 13 years later too late?”

“No, I think you have perfect timing.”

Joey grabbed her hand but Naomi reluctantly pulled it away. “I have a very complicated situation right now.”

“I've handled complicated situations before.”

“Oh, yeah? What about having a wife that will literally die for you, but she's batshit crazy?”

Joey made a face. “I don't have a wife.”

“Well, I do!”

“Oh...wait, you're a lesbian?”

“No,” she sighed. “I'd still be strictly dickly had she not been there for me during some really rough times. But Dr. Ru has told me that isn't love.”

“No, it's not.”

“Oh, yeah? Then what is love, Joey?”

“Hmm...love is being told I hate you and yet you still want to do everything you can for that person. Love is thinking you know something about someone but it turns out you were completely wrong but you don't care. Love is driving all the way her from the southside to visit you,” he said with his classic smirk.

“I think those are pretty good definitions...but I'm still married. And until I know that we're beyond repair, I can't indulge in anything else.”

“God... you have no idea how much I respect that.”

Naomi's smile was soft. “Thank you.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

The woman took a deep breath. “Joey, I'm learning a lot about self worth in here. There a few things that I've been advised to do to weed out the people who actually want to get to know me for me and that's being honest. I'll tell you now just in case you change your mind about visiting tomorrow...you at least deserve that.” Naomi cleared her throat. “I am transgender,” she said proudly.

Joey was slightly taken back. “What? That's your big secret? I already knew that.”

Naomi's jaw dropped. “What?! When did you find out? Did someone tell you?”

“When I first saw you laid out of the sidewalk, your skirt was like halfway up,” he chuckled while Naomi buried her face in embarrassment, “and you had on like three pairs of panties but something was kinda popping out of the side.”

Naomi couldn't believe how candid the man was being about the entire situation. “And that didn't...scare you?”

“Why would balls scare me? I have them too.”

“Well, I don't have them anymore,” she assured. “But why didn't you tell me or say something?”

“Because that's totally none of my business, just like it wasn't my business to say anything back then. Yes, I was shocked, but was I going to judge you? No. What's under anyone's skirt isn't any of my business. Unless...you want to make it my business,” the man teased.

Naomi's face resembled a ripe tomato. “Joey-”

“I'm kidding!” The bell that signaled that visiting hours were over rang out so the man pushed himself out of his seat. “But what I said to you all those years ago still applies...if you weren't such a lady, in fact, a married lady, I'd slam you against this table and fuck you so hard that it'd take you another 13 years just to recover.”

The woman gnawed on her bottom lip.

“Later,” he said with a wink before turning on his heel.

“Shit,” Naomi panted.

“Shit,” Raven groaned. Although she hadn't heard the conversation, she was an expert on her wife's body language and she knew that whatever was said between the two had left the woman hot and bothered.

Joey rushed back to the table. “Is it okay if I tell my daughter about you?”

“Da-Daughter?” Naomi stammered.

“Yeah, I have a 7 seven year old.” The man made a face. “Sorry that I just talked about fucking you and now my kid.”

Naomi chuckled. “It's okay. So...you have a daughter. And her Mom is-”

“Passed away. I hate that my daughter's always looking for a mother figure to fill the void but that's only natural, right?”

“I suppose. Yes.”

“She'll be happy to hear that I saw Miss Naomi today. The one that got away,” the man said with a gnaw of his lip and a shake of his head as he turned on his heel and walked away.

“And whatever he just said... probably made her fall in love,” Raven sighed to herself before making her way back towards solitary confinement.

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Matt had carefully whited out the nutrition content on the box of donuts before adding his own ridiculous amounts. “Calories...10. Total Fat…0.” When he heard footsteps, the man quickly hid his tools of deceit right before his wife rounded the corner in a little black dress that was too small to even pull above her thighs. The woman had tears in her eyes and was pouting like a toddler.

“I wore this dress two weeks ago,” she sniffled. “It fit perfectly then.”

Matt put on an exaggerated expression. “Who shrunk your fucking clothes?!”

Violet wiped her eyes. “You think it shrunk?”

“Yes! I'm going to kick that dry cleaners ass, babe. How dare they do this to you?!”

The woman nodded. “I'll take my business elsewhere.”

“Definitely. Because you're perfect and beautiful and no shrunken piece of cloth is gonna tell you otherwise, right?”

She shook her head.

Matt pushed himself out of his seat. “That's what I'm talking about. Now get your cute lil self over here.”

Violet giggled when Matt began to kiss her all over. The man grabbed his wife's ass and gave it a firm squeeze. God, that's amazing, he thought, grateful that all of his conniving was paying off. But when he tried to lift the woman, he struggled.

“Oww, babe, you're hurting my ass,” Violet whined.

“Sorry... there's just so much of it..”

“What?!”

“I said I just love the touch of it,” he said as a save.

“Oh...well, not so rough.”

Matt kissed his wife and instead of carrying her, he gently guided the woman along to the couch. The man eased her down and practically snatched the dress from around her legs. He tossed it over his shoulder. “It looks better on the floor anyway,” he growled before kissing her again. The passion in the smooch was fueled by the pheromones that drove him wild. He unlatched his wife's bra with one hand while the other hand found the top of her matching panties.

“Careful, there might be cobwebs down there,” Violet joked.

“Yeah, you don't give it up much these days, but what I do get is good enough to hold me over.”

“I'm just not in the mood lately. I feel so fat and gross. I sweat a lot and my feet are swollen, it's just not a pretty sight.”

“It's a beautiful sight to me.”

Violet smiled and accepted more of the man's kisses. Matt took his time to show Violet just how much he appreciated her body with gentle caresses all over. He told her that he loved her and it was quickly made evident by the way he removed her panties, spread her legs and wrapped his mouth over her clit.

“Oh my God,” Violet moaned as she tangled her fingers in her husband's hair. Matt worked his magic, adding a finger, then another as he continued to work his tongue around her. Within minutes, Violet was panting and begging the man not to stop while her back involuntarily arched as the pleasure washed over her.

After she climaxed, Matt repositioned the woman so that she could straddle his face. He quickly regretted this move when her thighs began to suffocate him. The man tried to free himself, but his wife clamped down on him.

“Fuck baby, please don't stopppp.”

He mumbled something but the sensation of his voice against her clit made Violet tremble. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yessss.” Just as the woman finished, Matt gently pushed her away, sprang up and gasped for air. “What's wrong with you?” his wife asked.

“I... couldn't...breathe,” Matt wheezed.

Violet frowned. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I... did! You...got off...on it.”

“Okay, fine. I won't sit my fat ass on your head anymore,” she said defensively, but Matt scoffed and kissed her.

���I love being at your mercy.”

Violet smiled and confessed her love him. Matt replied with another kiss before easing her onto her back.

“Is that comfortable?”

Violet nodded. The man slid down his pajama bottoms and underwear in one swift motion prior to covering Violet's body with his.

“I love you,” he said as he slid his dick into what he thought was his wife's sugar walls. Matt moaned. “God, you feel so good.”

The woman made a face. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Matt flinched. “Wha-What?”

“You're not even in! Your dick is sandwiched between my ass and the couch cushion!”

The man looked down. “Um, I-”

“There is no excuse for you fucking my fat rolls and mistaking it for my vagina, Matthew!”

“I'm sorry! You barely give it up so I'm bound to enjoy the first thing that feels good!”

“Get away from me, you pig! Ugh, I can't believe you did that!”

“Well, babe, let me make it up to you.”

Violet folded her arms. “Unless a fucking churro is involved, I don't want it.”

“A churro is involved! My churro!”

Violet laughed so hard that she snorted and Matt knew that he'd won. He kissed her before giving the woman plenty of pillow support that allowed her to comfortably enjoy being on her stomach while her husband entered her from behind.

The man thought that the view of the woman's full apple shaped bottom was priceless. He gave each cheek a firm squeeze and caress as he pounded into her.  

“Fuck,” she moaned.

Once he got started, Matt knew just how to make the woman squeal while she climaxed over and over again until she couldn't take anymore. Matt pulled his wife into a cuddle and kissed her dewy forehead.

“You taste salty.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled as she sat up. “I'm going to bed.”

Matt watched the woman's bare ass and plump thighs as she sauntered towards the steps. She turned around. “You coming?”

The man gnawed on his bottom lip. “Yeah, baby. I'll be right up.”

Violet blew her husband a kiss before turning and slowly making her way up the stairs. The second that he heard the bedroom door close, Matt pulled on his pants and quickly rushed into the kitchen to complete his food fraud. “Just ten more pounds, Jesus,” he prayed as he added lower numbers over the ones he'd already whited out. “Violet’s always been perfect in the looks department but you know how you add rims to a nice car? Or  sprinkles to ice cream? It's like that. So I reallyyyy want my wife to be thick as fuck, Jesus. It just turns me on so much. Blessed be this day. Amen.”

“Daddy?”

The small, gravelly voice made the man jump. “Clark!” He saw the child rubbing her eyes and dragging her stuffed bear across the floor as she approached. “What's wrong, sweetheart?” Matt asked, lifting her into his lap. “Why are you up? I mean, I'm grateful you're up now versus ten minutes ago because you probably would've been scarred for life.”

“I'm scared for life,” Clark admitted through a sniffle.

Matt frowned. “Why are you scared, boo?”

“Because I'll never see Auntie Naomiiiiiiii!”

“Clark, I've tried calling her but-”

“But you didn't find her!” the girl shouted out of sheer frustration. “You said you'd find her but you haven't. You haven't holded up your end of the barren so I'm gonna tell Mommy what you did!”

“You'll do no such thing. I mean, I partially held up my end of the barren because Naomi wrote you a letter.”

Clark's eyes grew wide. “Really?! Where is it? What'd she say?!”

“Wait right here. I'll go get it.” After fumbling to find a pen and piece of paper, Matt quickly scrawled out a grocery list prior to returning to Clark's side. “Here it is.”

Although she didn't have the ability to read yet, the girl excitedly gazed over the faux letter. “Oh, you read it, Daddy. I left my reading cape upstairs.”

“I can do that,” Matt assured as he grabbed the page. The man cleared his throat. “Dear CC, I'm sorry that I haven't been around lately, but it's probably what's best to keep everyone else safe. I promise, as soon as this is all fixed, I'll take you somewhere special. But in the meantime, be a good girl and don't give your Daddy a hard time, okay?” Matt checked for a response so the girl reluctantly nodded.

He grinned and continued to read. “I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you, love Auntie Naomi.”

Clark squeaked in excitement. “How nice! Where do you think she'll take me?!”

“I don't know. You have to be good to go anywhere.”

She frowned. “I still want to see her first.”

“Well, baby, that's not up to me. You heard the letter.”

“Well I still want you to find her.”

“Okay, Clark. Back to bed now?”

The girl nodded so her father stole a kiss. “Love you. Good night.”

Clark grabbed her 'letter from Naomi’ and tucked it safely under her arm before making her way out of the room.

“And that's how you handle two different Lent women,” Matt chuckled to himself. He then turned his attention back to the donut box's nutrition content. “Sodium...0, cause she doesn't need to be any saltier than she already is,” he said as if his numbers would actually make a difference. “Good lovin’ from a BBW...1000.”

---

The next morning, Naomi eagerly brushed her hair and smoothed each strand in place just in time for visiting hours. She rushed to the same table that she'd met the man the previous day and lo and behold, there he sat. But this time, he was accompanied by a young girl.

Naomi frowned as she approached.

“Heyyy!” the man greeted, immediately pushing himself out of his seat to embrace her.

“Hey, why did you bring your daughter here?” she whispered  “You said you'd mention me to her. You said nothing about actually bringing her so that we could meet and in a damn psych ward of all places,” she fumed into his ear.

“Call down, baby. She knows better than to judge you. Besides, I told her that this was a spa retreat for ladies who like to take medicine and wear hospital gowns,” he quietly teased.

“Oh my God, you are devious.”

“Hi,” the small girl impatiently chimed in. “My name is Allison.”

“Hi, Allison,” Naomi nervously replied. “My name is Naomi.”

“I know. Dad told me. You're even prettier than he said you'd be.”

“Awww, thank you, Allison. And you're just as cute as a button yourself! I love your curly blonde hair and your pink sparkly shoes.”

“Thank you. I had to go shopping for them after Dad bought me these ugly brown shoes.”

“Ooo, you like to shop?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, my Lanta. A girl after my own heart. Where do you like to shop?”

“Well, I love fashion so anywhere in the mall really. Neiman Marcus seems like a really nice place but Dad never let's me go there,” the girl accused.

Naomi gasped. “Joey, I'm going to report you for neglect.”

“Hey, that store is expensive and I'm a very single Dad.”

Naomi's smile was soft as she led the father daughter duo through the recreational area. “Let's play some games.”

Over the next few days, Naomi got to know the adult Joey and his daughter. She quickly asked herself what she ever did with her life before they came along.

“Be guilt tripped into marrying a woman,” Joey continuously teased to Naomi's chagrin.

Every so often, Raven would discreetly walk back and forth, eavesdropping on the conversations. The woman had gotten kicked out of solitary confinement for good behavior three times that week, so every night she'd get creative so that she wouldn't have to spend the night in the room with her wife.

“So she got to marry you, but all I was told was to 'go back to Italy’.”

Naomi buried her face in her hands. “I'm sorryyy,” she groaned into her palms. “I've just had a very tumultuous and confusing life and I just latched onto her as a defense mechanism.”

“Do you regret using marriage as a defense mechanism, though?”

“Yes,” Naomi sniffled.

Hearing that the woman regretted marrying her for the second time made it all too real for Raven.

“Babe, please don't cry,” Joey said to her. “That's the last thing I ever want to see.”

“It just makes me really emotional, ya know? Things could've been so good but it just... wasn't what I'd envisioned. Not everyone can rescue you.”

“Not everyone can rescue you, but I can,” Joey assured. “I have before and I'll do it again.”

The look that Naomi gave Joey practically sealed the deal for Raven. She knew that she'd lost her wife and she just couldn't let the woman suffer anymore.

“So what do you say? I know you're here voluntarily, we can walk out those doors right now.”

“I... I don't know, Joey. Things are so... I-”

“Naomi?!” Raven gasped as she approached. “It's so good to see you! How long has it been?”

Naomi was stunned and her mouth was so dry that she couldn't form any words even if she wanted to.

“Ten or eleven years, right?” Raven continued.

The woman wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Huh?”

“Wait, who are you?” Joey asked, suspicious that the woman was just another psych ward wanderer.

“My name is Raven. Naomi and I-”

“Are married,” Naomi blurted.

Joey made a face. “So you met your wife in the psych ward?”

“No,” she replied. “It all started when…”

*5 minutes later*

“And I wasn't able to find her for days and then I checked myself into here and I had no idea that  she was also here until now.”

“Wow,” Joey exhaled as he removed his hands from his daughter's ears. “That's quite the story.”

Raven laughed. “I know right? Naomi was an excellent storyteller in college. I literally haven't seen her since freshman year.”

Naomi slowly turned to look at the woman. “What?”

“I said I haven't seen you since college. It's been at least a decade. How is Violet Chachki? Do you still talk to her?”

The woman couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Are you saying that...you don't remember anything I just mentioned happening?”

Raven giggled. “How could I? That was a story made from the figment of your imagination. I mean, the thought of being with another woman, even one as pretty as you, just wouldn't be my thing.”

“So...you don't want to remain married to me?”

“You're so silly! How can we 'remain’ married when we've never been married before?”

“So, if I call my lawyer and ask him to file divorce papers, you'll sign them?”

“Sureee, Naomiiiiiiii,” Raven said, handling the woman as if she wasn't admitted to the same psych ward with her.

“Good to know.” Naomi felt bad that the woman didn't have a recollection of major events in her life, but it couldn't stop the woman from living hers.

“It's very good,” Raven added. “Now y-you're free to be with who you want,” she attempted to joke, but it was delivered in a cracking voice. “Well, it was really good to see you again, Naomi. I hope that we can hang out way more often than every  ten years from now on.” Before the tears could escape, the woman quickly turned on her heel and rushed away. Raven hoped that pretending to have no memory of the past ten years with the woman would finally free Naomi to live her life and be happy.

---

After days of failed contact with Naomi and the woman's parents keeping her in the dark over where she was, Violet began to worry. On top of her worries, she began to stress even more over Clark's increasingly rebellious behavior. And for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she was steadying gaining weight.

“The good news is that the baby is developing beautifully. The bad news is that you're at risk for preeclampsia and gestational diabetes if you don't change your eating habits,” the doctor told her.

“But all I eat is fat free and healthy shit!” Violet sobbed. “I don't know why this is happening and it's stressing me the fuck out!”

“It's okay,” the doctor assured. “I'll give you a list of specific foods to try out and we'll see how that helps, okay?”

Violet nodded, rolled off of the cot and waddled out of the room.

---

“Clark, get over here, now!” her father demanded.

“I'm Super Clark and Super Clark doesn't have to listen to you, evil doer!”

“You opened the box to my original 1974 Joker action figure, young lady! It's practically worthless now and I demand an apology!”

“And I demand that you shut up!” Clark shouted back.

“Clark Christine Lent!” her father yelled before catching himself. “Okay, you don't have to apologize, but please put some clothes on. You’re gonna get sick.”

“No!” The girl blew a raspberry before dashing away just as her mother entered the home. Matt quickly met the woman at the door to grab the grocery bags from her. “Ooo, what'd you buy?”

“Healthy stuff,” she sighed. “The doctor said-”

“Daddy is stupid!” Clark shouted from the other room.

Violet stoped everything that she was doing and entered the living room. Matt, relieved that his daughter's enforcer was finally home, rushed into the kitchen with the groceries to see what snacks he could tamper with.

“Excuse you, Clark, but you don't say things like that about your Daddy. Only I get to say that about him.”

“He's a jerk! He won't let me see Auntie Naomi when he promised he would!”

“Clark, we've told you over and over that Naomi is MIA.”

“Then you're both stupid heads!”

“Go to your room, young lady!”

“Fine!” Clark stormed all the way to the first step before turning around. “Daddy adds all of these things to your food to make you even fatter!” she screeched out before stomping up the remainder of the steps and slamming the door to her bedroom once she entered it.

“What..” Violet said quietly to herself prior to making her way to the kitchen. She poked her head around the corner and her jaw dropped when she saw that her husband was pumping her low fat rice cakes with marshmallow fluff. “Matthew!”

The man jumped so hard that he dropped the culinary syringe.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Um, I- rice cake! Don't you eat yours with marshmallow fluff?”

“No! Nobody's does! Have you been fucking with my food?! Are you the goddamn reason why my fucking celery tastes like bacon?!”

“Um.. I-” the man exhaled. “Okay, I may have added a little something here and there but only because I saw how thick you were getting and I thought it was so damn sexy, babe, like you have no idea-”

“No, you have no idea!” Violet screeched. “I'm at fucking risk for preeclampsia and gestational diabetes!”

Matt's heart dropped. “What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? What does that mean?”

Violet was sobbing at this point. “It means that you're a fucking asshole! Why would you mess with my food when you know I was trying to be healthy?! You know what, fuck you!”

The woman waddled as fast as she could out of the kitchen and towards the steps. Matt was quick on her heels. “Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sick.”

“Your fucking face makes me sick! I'm leaving!”

“Wha-What? What do you mean you're leaving?”

“Between you and that demonic daughter of yours, I can't do it. I can't take this anymore!” Violet made it to the closet, grabbed a suitcase and started to pack. “The fact that both of you assholes like to be in cahoots all the fucking time and fuck with me is just- ugh! I can not deal with it!”

“So what does this mean? Are you breaking up with me?” Matt asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Just get away from me!” Violet shrieked. “I'm going out of town for as long as I want. And don't you dare fucking call me. I'll come home whenever I feel like it- if I feel like it. Hell, me and Lord Tater Tots might just go off and live on our own away from you guys.”

“Babe, please,” Matt begged. “I'm sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you will be, Matthew,” Violet assured before she carried the small bag down the steps and out the front door.

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