#curtis everett christmas

[thezombieprostitute]

Baby's First Christmas

A/N written for @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice Challenge. AFAB reader but no other descriptors used.

Prompt 19: “Every time you look at me, I melt a little.”

Christmas had always been your holiday. You loved the lights. You loved the music. You especially loved the cheer. Curtis had never really thought much of the holiday but happily supported you in everything you did to celebrate.

Last Christmas you ended up not doing much but that was likely because you were 4 months pregnant and the baby definitely made you re-prioritize your energy. Curtis helped you with everything you wanted done. He made sure you sat and directed him for anything that required a stepladder. No way was he going to let you overwork yourself or put yourself at risk of any kind of falling.

This Christmas, however, you actually had the energy to pull out all of the stops like in other years. Your daughter, Lily, was kept safe in your arms or a papoose and she was utterly fascinated with all the shiny lights. Curtis joked about you making sure she was as much a fan of Christmas as you.

"That's not a bad thing," you retort, sticking out your tongue. Lily giggled at the face you made and you smiled back at her, cooing as you did. Curtis came up from behind and wrapped his arms around his girls, kissing your cheek.

"You're right, of course," he agrees. "But just promise me you'll teach her to wait until December 1st to break out the Christmas stuff. I hate when my Halloween gets tainted by St Nick.'

You giggle, "don't worry. You'll give her your love of Halloween so that she'll want to respect the sanctity of October."

"I'm not sure she enjoys Halloween," he grumbled.

"She was only a few months old," you console. "It'll be her favorite when she's allowed candy. I also think it'll be her favorite because it's your favorite."

"What do you mean?"

"If I want Lily's attention I have to make faces or big motions or something. All you have to do is talk and she's focused on you." You point to your baby who is smiling big at her dad, eyes never leaving him. "It must be all the time you spent reading her stories before she was born."

Curtis only hums in response, noting how Lily tries to mimic the noise.

The baby monitor woke you up; Lily was fussing. You start to get out of bed but Curtis stops you. "I'll get her," he assures, giving you a kiss before getting out of bed. You let yourself fall back asleep.

You wake up again and check the time, it's been an hour and Curtis still isn't back in bed. Curious and worried you get up and go to Lily's room to check on him but they're not there. You quietly walk to the living room and find Curtis holding Lily in the rocking chair, facing away from you and looking at the Christmas tree, all lit up.

As you stood there, you heard Curtis whispering to the baby girl in his arms, "I really do hope this helps you. Your mama says her favorite parts of Christmas are the peaceful moments sitting in a dark room with only the lights from the Christmas tree. No other noises or anything. I'm hoping this'll help make it your favorite thing, too."

Lily quietly babbles.

"Yeah, I know. Your mama's right about you. Your eyes follow me whenever I talk and, I'll be honest, it scares me sometimes. I used to be, well not cold-hearted, but definitely indifferent. Then I met your mama and she warmed my life. I thought my heart was done warming when your mother agreed to marry me but, every time you look at me, I melt a little."

Lily babbles back at him and yawns.

"Yeah, I suppose it is time to get you back to your crib," he says as he stands. "But it is nice to get to just sit here and talk with you. I think your mama's on to something with how calming these lights can be."

He stops when he sees you but you can't read his expression through your teary eyes. You're smiling as bright as the lights on the tree as you hug him and Lily. Curtis kisses the top of your head and whispers, "let's all get to bed, okay?"

The two of you put Lily in her crib, sleeping soundly. When you get back to your bed you're immediately curling yourself up around Curtis, going for a full-body cuddle. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and gives the warmest smile you've ever seen from him. The two of you stay cuddled up together for the rest of the night.

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Family Affair

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, violence, humiliation, biting, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your sister surprises you with good news but you find it difficult to be happy for her. (older, short reader)

Character: Curtis Everett

Note: Happy Curtmas.

For @the-slumberparty Naughty or Nice Challenge.

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Chatter buzzes from the front room as you brace the wall and lift your foot to unzip your wedge boot. You’re late and the guests are already in the throes of their celebration. You wiggle off both boots and set them amid the clutter of many. As you stand straight and gather up your gift bags and purse, you’re met with an unexpected sight.

You lift a brow, slightly confused by the unfamiliar man. He’s tall, his hair is cut short, and dark stubble adds definition to his well-formed jaw. His eyes are a bold shade of aquamarine but are glossed over with an almost indifferent gleam. He doesn’t say a word as your eyes meet and he just as quickly turns into the front room, hands tucked into the pockets of his black jeans.

It’s been a few years. You’re sure a lot has changed. You head down the hall, past the broad archway of the front room, and into the kitchen. As usual, your mother is there, readying another tray of finger foods.

She looks up from her intent work and gives a wide smile, “you’re here!” She chimes, “I was half-waiting for a call saying you wouldn’t make it.”

Her arrow hits the bullseye of your guilt. You haven’t been the most reliable. You can make excuses; the divorce, work, depression. None of that can assuage her.

“Sorry, mom,” you go to put the gift bags down and she stops you with a tut.

“Ah, ah, you go add those to the pile and say hello,” she demands, “you’re not hiding in here.”

You look at her, almost desperate. You love her but sometimes you wonder if that feeling is mutual. As much as she’s right, you hoped she might have some empathy. She’s been through a turbulent split, she’s had to start again, but she expects you to do it flawlessly. As she has anything else.

“Love you, mom,” you give a sheepish smile.

“Love you too, hon,” she goes back to arrange the spiral of cocktail weenies, “make sure you say hello to your sister. She’s so excited to see you.”

You nod and a real smile breaks through. That was the one light at the end of the tunnel. Your baby sister was always your favourite. Despite nearly two decades between you, she’s your best friend. In a way, you feel like a second mother, taking pride in her like you would a child of your own.

The front room is filled to the brim. Aunt Geri and Uncle Val sit on a sofa with their son, Miko. A cluster of similarly aged cousins stand at the edge of the couch chatting. Aunt Maureen argues with Aunt Kaya, and the latter’s husband stands by the window with a glass in hand and his mind a million miles away.

You always found yourself out of place at these things. When you were a child, you were the youngest one in the room. Too immature to understand the dialogue of your elders. As you got older, the other cousins came along and were too young for your angsty teenage self. Now, you’re caught in the desert between the eras; the retirees complain too much and the coeds talk too loud.

You peer around. A set of broad shoulders draws your eye in the corner of the room. It’s that same man you saw before. He has his back to you as he maintains a casual posture. As he leans on one leg, you see your sister, Adeline, gabbing to him. Oh, he must be with her…

As you drop your gifts under the tree, you mull the revelation. You suppose the assumption wasn’t obvious. At first glance, he’s older than her, or maybe he just looks it. She’s still a sophomore in college but you suppose that makes even more sense. These are the years she gets to figure it all out.

You face the room and stop as Aunt Maureen latches onto your arm, blindsiding you with Kaya as they close in like hyenas.

“There she is,” Maureen slurs.

“Not too good for us after all, huh?” Kaya challenges.

“What? No, uh, Merry Christmas–”

“Where’s Benny?” Maureen interrupts. You blanch, nearly choking on your tongue. The mention of your ex-husband has you breathless.

“Maur,” Kaya hisses, “remember…”

“Probably with his new girlfriend,” you say tersely.

“Oh my,” Maureen lets you go and slaps her forehead, “I’m so sorry. The wine…”

“It’s… okay,” you shrug. “Not talking about it won’t undo it.”

“He was such a charming man,” Maureen hums mournfully. You blink at her.

“His loss,” Kaya pats your arm gently, trying to clean up her sister’s mess. You know they all think the same. You had a good thing and you blew it. Even if you told them he fucked his co-worker, you’d be the one who threw it all away.

“Pity you never got a kid outta him,” Maureen sighs.

“Really, divorce has been final for a year, I’m good,” you insist and shuffle past them, “I’m going to make the rounds.”

“Don’t forget to have some wine,” Maureen calls after you, “takes the edge off disappointment, you know?”

You growl and shake your head as you stalk away. You wave hello to your other aunt and uncle, hoping to avoid a similarly humiliating encounter, and weave through the sea of guffawing cousins. You come out on the other side as Adeline beams up at her guest.

Her gaze is drawn by your movement and her face lights up. She bounces in place and throws her arms out. She rushes past the man and has you wrapped up in a hug. It’s kind of ridiculous how much taller she is. You’re supposed to be the bigger sister.

“You’re here!” She rocks you in her embrace, “eek! I’m so excited.”

You croak out a breath as she squeezes the air out of you. She releases you with a giggle, apologising as she steps back. She wears a long tulle skirt and a beaded sweater. She’s beautiful. You could never pull something like that off, even twenty years ago.

“Oh, oh, you have to meet Curtis,” she snatches your hand and tugs you over the tall man as he turns to face you. Those same vague eyes fall upon you, “Curtis, this is my sister!”

“Curtis,” you repeat, “it’s nice to meet you.”

You look between them with a brittle smile. He offers his hand as he returns the sentiment. You shake, his palm rough and calloused. Adeline vibrates with joy.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says. 

“And I’ve heard nothing about you,” you grin at Adeline, “Addy?”

“I’m sorry,” she cups her cheeks guiltily, a sparkle on her ring finger. Your heart drops. “I didn’t know how to– the divorce and–”

“Ad,” you wisp and nearly sway on your feet, “what is that?”

You point to her hand and she quickly swipes it away, hiding it behind her back. “Nothing,” she gulps, the same way she did when she was a child and you caught her playing with your makeup.

There’s a tense silence as you gape in shock. Your mouth hangs open as you search for the words. Your eyes tinge with hot tears but you swallow them back.

“Congratulations,” you draw her into a hug, “really, I’m happy for you.”

She hugs you back, gentler than before. As you part, she looks nervous. Curtis clears his throat.

“Both of you,” you offer him a fragile smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little… shocked. Does mom know?”

Adeline nods as she clasps her hands together. You take a breath, and calm yourself. It’s not anything that she fears, you’re not jealous. You’re nervous, you’re afraid for her. It’s a big thing and she’s so young.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around to share the good news,” you say, “I’d love to help, if I can?”

“We got it,” Curtis insists.

“Oh,” you wince, “I didn’t mean– I could help with the planning or the engagement part–”

“We’re eloping,” he crosses his arms, “we’re not wedding people. Whole lot of money and fanfare for nothing.”

You nod, holding back your surprise as best you can. Nothing? It’s marriage. Even if they don’t want a big ceremony, it means something.

“I could help pay for the trip–”

“I got it,” he enunciates each word as he sidles over to sling his arm around your sister’s back. She looks away meekly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. She’s my sister, I just want to–”

“If you wanted to help, you would’ve been around the last two years,” he interjects.

Adeline’s head snaps around as she gives him a look. She nudges him with her elbow and whispers his name. He glares at you as you wilt. You’re not sure what you’ve done or said.

“Well, I think maybe me and Addy can talk about that,” you look at your sister, “when you have a chance, of course. I don’t want to spoil the holiday.”

“Adeline,” he corrects you, “Addy is so juvenile.”

The benefit of the doubt splinters as his tone cuts through you. You bite your tongue. Perhaps a twenty-one year old is juvenile to someone his age. You’ll talk to Addy about that too.

“Adeline,” you force a smile, “I… I’m going to go check on mom.” You show a palm in deference as you excuse yourself, “we’ll catch up later.”

As you back away, your eyes meet Curtis’. He watches you with a scowl. You are taken completely off balance. How could she end up with someone like him? She’s so sweet and he’s so scary…

Maybe she’s afraid too.

🎄

Christmas Eve ends much the same as you remember. The elders sit around the dining table to play cards as the kids, now adults, disperse in the living room or outside to entertain themselves. There’s a vague stench near the front door that no one will comment on but everyone knows what it is as it wafts in from outside.

You find yourself in limbo, once more caught in the in-between. You hole up in the kitchen, staring at the kettle as you wait for it to tremble. You won’t be missed if you take a tea up to your assigned room without a good night.

You lean on the counter and sigh, your finger brushing over the brim of the white porcelain cup with the hen on it. Strange how your mother’s house never seems to change but your life is inextricably altered. Your melancholy dims the cheery decor around you as you wallow away from the voices of the merry.

“There you are,” Adeline startles you as she sweeps in, “oh, is there any of the hot choccy left?”

You smile at her question. Everything about her reminds you of the time passed, of her newfound adulthood, yet she’s just the same little girl you always knew. You turn and pull the tin forward, “one packet left, just for you.”

You pull it out and face her again. She pulls out a mug from the cupboard and sets it down. The kettle hums between you as it heats up.

She exhales as you linger in a tense silence. You both have so much to say but neither of you know where to start. She finds her words first. Despite being younger, she was always the more outspoken.

“Do you like him?” She asks.

You poke your tongue into your cheek, “well, I’ve barely spoken to him. He seems to like you though.”

Her cheeks bulb as she grins bashfully, “I love him.”

Your chest seizes as you recognize that glimmer in her eye. She’s genuine, she feels that love so deeply it consumes her. It’s a naive love but real nonetheless. The sort you can’t see for what it is until it turns sour.

“I can tell,” you reach forward to fix the bow on her headband, “I’m happy for you. And my offer still stands. Maybe if it’s not the wedding, a honeymoon, or help with a house…” you wet your lips and steady your voice, “I only want you to be happy, Addy– Adeline.”

“Oh, he’s just… he’s like that. I can’t even call him Curt. He balances me out,” she beams.

“Yeah,” you say noncommittally.

“What?” Her voice dampens.

“Nothing,” you distract yourself with the variety of tea bags in the wooden chest next to the breadbox, “it’s… a lot. I’m surprised, is all. I just hope it goes well.”

She sniffs and lets her breath out long and heavy, “I’m sorry, I knew– he kinda said you’d probably be upset. After Benny–”

“This has nothing to do with him,” you narrow your eyes at her, a bag of chai in your hand, “this is about you. I only want what’s best for you.”

“He’s so good to me, you don’t have to worry.”

“I can worry, you’re my baby sister,” you insist, “and…” You shake your head, refusing to let the thought escape.

“And what?” She challenges, her pitch squeaking.

“Nothing.”

“No, tell me. I can always tell when you’re dying to say something. What?”

You shrug, “it’s just… how old is he?”

She scoffs, “wow.”

“What? I’m just asking.”

“It’s not like he’s old enough to be dad,” she pouts and crosses her arms.

“I know, I didn’t mean– Ad–Adeline, I just— you have time to figure it out. So I hope you’re not rushing this.”

“I’m not,” she snips, an uncharacteristic edge in her voice.

“I believe you… but what about him?”

She’s quiet as the kettle clicks, signalling the boiling point. You turn and drop the tea bag into your cup and pour the water. She tears open the packet and empties it into her own mug.

“Sorry,” you utter, “forget it. I… I don’t know him so maybe I need to get to know him. I’m here, Ad, and I will always be here for you.”

She nods and reaches for the kettle, not looking at you.

“Really, I trust you. I just worry about you,” you clap your hand on her shoulder, “you’re my lil teddy bear.”

She chuckles and looks down at you, your statement made absurd by the difference in your heights.

“And you’re the big grizzly, scaring off the wolves,” she kids back.

“Adeline,” the deep rumble thunders in ahead of the man, making both of you jump. You pull back your hand as Curtis strides in, “hey, I’ve been waiting on you.”

“Oh, sorry, baby,” she preens at him, “I was just–”

“You said we’d call my family after dinner,” he interrupts.

“I forgot,” she squeals, “oh, I’m so sorry.” She glances over at you, “I did promise.”

“Go on,” you try to smile but you’re not sure it’s showing.

She spins and flits over to Curtis. His eyes meet yours over her shoulder. His brows arch as his jaw is set in stone. A chill runs up your spine at the ice in his dark pupils. He grabs Adeline’s hand and drags her out.

You’re left in silence. You look over at the unmixed powder floating in the steaming water. You chew your lip as you stare at it. It’s just hot chocolate but there’s something about her abandoning something she loves so much for him. You try not to let your own failed marriage echo over her relationship, but it just feels off.

Well, Benny always did say you never did handle change very well.

🎄

The night before Christmas is rarely a restful one. Even without the childish belief in Saint Nick, you find yourself awake, anxious but not for presents. You keep replaying the night through your head; not the awkward interactions with aunts and uncles, or the silent judgment from the younger crowd, but Adeline and Curtis. Let it go, it’s none of your business.

You huff and roll on your back. Sleep eludes you. You sit up and bend over the side of the bed. You hold your head. You’ll sneak out the bathroom and hopefully an empty bladder will help.

You drag your feet across the floor, the legs of your pajama pants too long and trailing down your feet. You open the door and yawn as you enter the hall, only to collide with another unexpected barrier. Before you can react, you’re being forced back into the guestroom, stumbling as your fingers claw at the door frame and slip off.

A hand smothers your mouth, rough against your lips, as a foot kicks the door shut with a sharp click. You murmur into the calloused flesh as an arm loops around your back, trapping you as you’re urged further into the dark. You grasp at the cotton clinging to muscular shoulder. You’re kept off balance by your attacker’s certainty.

“I fucking heard you,” Curtis’ silty grit seeps into your ears, “you think I’d hurt her?” He snarls as he stops you at the foot of the bed. His shadow looms over you, breath puffing from his nostrils as he growls like a beast, “I wouldn’t, but I’ll hurt you.”

He pushes you back so your legs meet the side of the bed. You teeter and clasp your hand around his wrist, squeaking as he easily takes you down onto the mattress. He pins you, your legs hanging off the end, kicking weakly as his other hand curves around your throat.

He bends over you, straddling your chest heavily. You can’t breathe. Your heart pounds until your ears throb. Your temples pulse violently and your throat dries to a sandy scrape.

“Stay out of my fucking business,” he snarls, sliding down your body.

You whimper into his hand as he drops his knees off the bed, holding himself over you. He squeezes your neck, choking out your voice as he drags his hand from your mouth. He feels along your chest and flicks open the top button of your shirt. Your eyes wet in horror.

“Fucking show you…” he sneers as his breath scours over your flesh.

Another button undone as his lips tick along your shoulder. You squeak once more as he sinks his teeth into your flesh, biting a mean pinch until you spasm. The pain is unbearable. You feel the skin break as the hot flow of blood mingles with his spit.

He detaches only to bite you again. You can’t make a noise as his grip grows tighter on your neck. Even if you could scream, you’re too terrified and confused to understand what he’s doing. He’s like an animal tearing you apart. 

He lays a tortured path down your chest, lingering on the rise of flesh, gnawing into the tenderness there. His nails dig into your side, pushing up your shirt as he scratches hot lines into your skin. You push on his shoulders desperately but he’s too strong.

“Stop filling her head with your bitterness,” he growls before he bites into your nipple. 

You shake and beat on his head, shoulders, and back. You writhe and wrestle, trying to free yourself from him. He continues on, down your stomach, lingering on the soft flesh as his fingers hook into the elastic of your pants.

Your panic overflows with your tears. This can’t be happening. Why would he do this? He could talk to you? You would listen. You didn’t say anything wrong, you just want Adeline to be careful.

The very thought of your sister throttles you. Does he do this to her? Is this why she’s so defensive? The idea makes you sick to your stomach.

He lifts himself, his weight centering on your neck. You think he’ll crush your windpipe as he looms over you, snarling in the blackness. He pushes you higher onto the bed, forcing your legs open with his knees.

“Don’t make a fucking noise or I’ll make sure you can’t,” he threatens, giving a last squeeze before slowly slackening his grip.

You hold your breath. You believe him. Your body goes limp and you close your eyes. The bed shifts as he sits back on his heels. He pulls your pants down your thighs and you whine. He hushes you, a harsh tap across your cheek to get his point across.

You let your head drift to one side as you clench the blanket beneath you in tight fists. He keeps your legs trapped in your pants, knees bent as the fabric strains across his stomach. He tilts and movies around, his fingernails scratching the back of your thighs.

“Bet the husband couldn’t stand your fucking mouth,” he snarls as he pushes roughly against your cunt. “Didn’t know how to train you.” He jams two fingers into you, jolting your entire body, “dry bitch like you, he was probably thirsty as fuck.”

You seal your eyes tight, tears trickling through as a sob bubbles in your throat. You want to tell him to stop. You want to ask why. You want to scream. You can’t do anything as your body locks up.

He fingers you meanly, pulling his fingers out only to ram them in again, each time his knuckles hit you painfully. He keeps it up, growling with each intrusion as your muscles knots and pathetic noises rise from your throat.

He forces your legs higher, tearing his hand away from your pelvis. He adjusts his knees and you feel something else against your cunt. 

“No…” you whisper right as he ruts into you.

He splits you apart around him. You let out a holler and he quickly silences you with a crack of his knuckles. The back of his hand snaps off your cheek and turns your head to the other side. You gulp and sob, choking back any noise that threatens to bubble over.

He holds himself as deep as he can. He puts his large hands on your shoulders and pins you flat. He bucks, agony rippling up your spine. He snaps his hips, again and again, each time harder than the last.

“This is what you need. So fucking jealous, aren’t you? Dried up old bitch,” he pumps into you as his breath picks up, “why kind of sister are you, huh? Fucking your baby sister’s man. Fucking slut.”

You cover your face and heave. You’re drowned in pain and humiliation. You’re disgusted with him for doing this to you; and yourself for letting him.

“You don’t wanna hurt her, do you?” He growls, “that’s why this is happening… cause you wanna keep her safe, right?”

He puts his hand against your head and pushes it down into the bed, fucking you into the mattress. The frame pounds the wall, matching his furious rhythm. You reach to brace his thick arm, begging silently for it to end.

“Oh, it’ll be over soon,” he rasps as his hand once more frames your throat, “fuck, you got me ready to blow quicker than I thought.” He puffs, each thrust rattling your bones, “I love how weak you are.”

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Christmas countdown day 25 — Open presents

You don’t know how you managed to forget your gift to Curtis until the moment Theo and James wanted to open presents on Christmas morning. You had been so busy with the boys making cookies for Santa, finishing up last minute lists, decorating their rooms after they begged and pleaded you to, and wrapping their last minute presents.

You’d been so focused on them that you’d forgotten what Curtis had gotten from you. You had let it slip your mind until the very moment that he grabbed your gift with languid motivation, while you were internally flipping out.

“I forgot something.” You made the excuse and darted out of the room toward the kitchen, aiming for a glass of cold water to calm your nerves while listening to Theo and James tearing into more presents.

You rallied yourself into a corner as you gulped down water and let yourself think of every and all possibilities or probabilities that could face you. You had been seeking an out to either steal the present back or make yourself sparse for then next hundred years.

“Mousey.” You squeaked when he entered the kitchen, a daunting smirk upon his face and a swagger in his step. “Why’d you run off before I could open my gift?”

“Curtis, Curtis…” you set the glass down and licked your lips, feeling as if you were in the Sahara rather than in a snowy city. “Look about-“

“That’s one hell of a gift, baby.” He encroached upon you, the book in his hands and his eyes dropping from your eyes to your lips and then the swell of your breasts. “There’s a lot in here.”

“I didn’t know what else…but then I thought-” you stammered, your heart thrashing as he came around the counter and began to trap you in.

“You thought what?” His smirk grew, his eyes had become devoured by lust.

“C-can I have them back?” You pushes yourself against the counter, a slight quiver to your hands and legs as if you’d become hyper aware of how tough and burly he was.

“My only suggestion little Mousey,” Curtis first cupped your cheek and then brushed your hair behind your ears, “was that you should have made more?”

“More?” You were confused, and then you felt the hard edge of his erection pressing into your belly. “M-more..? Oh…Oh!”

He yanked you to his chest and slipped his hands down your back to the curve of your ass and back again, his lips and teeth nipping your neck. He was feeling you with every intention of devouring you, ungraciously making you electrified with his touch.

“I don’t know how many I could go through tonight.” Curtis hummed, he squeezed your ass and ground himself into you. “Do I think you should start with a strip tease? Or should I make you give me a massage?”

“Curtis I really overstepped-“

“No, no baby.” He corrected you with another purr. “You gave me the perfect gift. But how am I supposed to keep my hands off of you until Theo and James have a sleepover with Scott or Steve?”

“I-I guess-“

“Mama! Daddy!” Theo and James called you from the living room, begging for you to watch them finish opening presents.

“I’m redeeming two tonight, Mousey. With how much fun Theo and James had tonight? They won’t be waking up.” To make his point Curtis had slipped two of the folded coupons beneath your dress into the left cup of your bra.

“Merry Christmas, Mousey.” Curtis tapped his finger against your lips and gave you another smirk, walking away from you while you were stunned.

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[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 2

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, minor Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word Count: 5418

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part One Masterlist

A/N: We're back! I so enjoyed writing this part. I hope you like reading it! Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you thought will be greatly appreciated. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You were stretched out on one of your lounge chairs by the pool, sunglasses perched on your head, wearing a bikini with a sheer coverup draped over your shoulders and an aperol spritz in your hand as you tried, for the third time, to get through this script.  It was unbelievably dull. And the female lead was barely a person. You were clearly wrong for it. At least ten years too young, for a start. But your agent, Wilford, was insistent that you read it. Some up and coming guy was attached to it and apparently, he could be ‘talked into you’ for it. And as Wilford always said, “It’s not what it is, it’s what it represents.” So you would read it. And you’d tell him why you didn’t like it, and he’d talk you into it anyway. Same as it ever was.

  You heard the door to the patio open and close. Michelle and Curtis had both been out doing who knows what and now you figured one of them was back and needed something from you. You’d been grateful to have the time on your own after a few days of Curtis’s careful glances. You didn’t remember exactly what you’d said or done after your fight with Colin outside the club, but you woke up with the feeling that you’d said something to Curtis and the way he’d watched you since seemed to confirm it. But he hadn’t said anything, so you hoped that you hadn’t embarrassed either of you too much.

When you looked up, it wasn’t either Curtis or Michelle who was standing on your deck.

“Mom!” you said. You blamed your shock for the fact that the next words out of your mouth were “Who let you in?” She was supposed to go through Michelle if she was going to visit, give a few days notice, let you prepare yourself.

“Who let me in?” she asked, aghast, her Chanel bag swaying aggressively from her arm. “That’s how you greet your mother? Who let me in?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice small. You were not prepared for this today. “I was just surprised.”

“Yeah, I bet you were,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You and your rules. Well, if you must know, it was the young man with the goatee and muscles. I don’t think I’ve seen him before. He’s not nearly as rude as the other people that work for you.”

“He’s new on my security team. His name’s Jensen.”

She waved dismissively at that. Of course she wouldn’t be bothered to remember. She sat down on the lounge chair next to yours and fanned her long, floral caftan out around her. “I bet you don’t give your father this runaround.”

Your father only ever called you on your birthday and at Christmas, content to live with his new family in Utah and only drop your name when it could get him something. So technically no, you never gave him the runaround.

“Well, how are you darling?”

“Um,” you bit your lip. Conversations with your mother always felt like a game you didn’t know the rules to. “Fine, I guess.”

She hummed in affirmation. “You’ve been all over the gossip sites.”

You groaned. “You shouldn’t look at those. It’s all bullshit.”

“Well, maybe if my daughter called me occasionally, I wouldn’t have to resort to a google alert to see how she’s doing. People on deux moi are saying you’re rude to your fans. And then there are reports of you fighting in clubs with your boyfriend.”

You shrunk in on yourself. Michelle did her best to keep all that away from you, but you still knew how people talked about you. “I told you. It’s all bullshit,” you mumbled.

“Well, it’s not the sort of reputation you want to have.”

“I know,” you said weakly. 

“Whatever happened to that other boy you were seeing? What was his name? Jimmy? With the snowboard? I liked him”

“Johnny? I haven’t talked to him in, like, a year,” you said. She’d only met him in passing when you’d unexpectedly run into her at a restaurant opening. It’d been right in the middle of the one month you’d dated him.

Your mom scoffed. “Well, who can be expected to keep up, with how quickly you go through them?”    

You clenched your fists where they rested on your thighs. This was just how she was. Feeling hurt by her never did any good. “Why are you here, Mom? Do you need something?”

“I’m here because I am your mother and I want to have a relationship with you, even though you don’t seem to want one with me. But,” she paused and you fought the sinking feeling in your stomach, “now that you mention it, Luka and I are going to France next week and what you’ve given me for the month just isn’t going to cover it.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. Of course this was about her allowance. “Mom,” you said, focusing on the part of her request that didn’t have anything to do with your money, “who is Luka?”

Her face went hard. “You would know who he is,” she said, “if you ever listened to me. You’ve always been so self-absorbed, you know that? You never think about anyone else.”

Your hand moved to grip the chair beneath you as you tried to take a deep breath. You were sure she’d never mentioned him before. You would remember. For all she gave you a hard time about dating around, she was just as bad, if not worse. The only difference was that her hookups didn’t get reported on. But you didn’t have the energy for the screaming match this would devolve into if you pointed that out, so you just said, “I’m sorry. I must have forgotten.”

“Sure,” she scoffed. “He’s someone who’s very important to me. And so is this trip.”

“You know I don’t control any of that. You have to go through my accountant.”

“Yes, I know,” she said, frustration bubbling over. “I already called him, obviously. He said you have to sign off on it first. It’s like you all think I enjoy having to come here and ask for money. When it was my hard work that got you all this.”

She loved to do this, bring that up. And you knew that she’d worked hard and sacrificed a lot. You did. She was the one who got you an agent and drove you to auditions and acting coaches and put your team together. But both your parents acted like you were just a doll that they’d placed in front of the cameras and then pulled your string to make you talk. You’d worked hard too and you were just a kid when you did it.

But, again, if you said any of that it would just start a fight and if you’d learned anything on all those sets as a child, it was that fights with your parents were to be avoided at all costs. You would never win. So you just said, “I know, mom. I know everything you’ve done for me. I’ll call him and tell him it’s fine.”

She started to brighten. “Today? You’ll do it today?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it today.”

She patted your knee and smiled warmly at you. You did your best to pretend that it didn’t feel like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. “You’re such a dear,” she said. “We’re trying to get everything booked, so time is of the essence! Text me the name of the place you stayed last time you were in Paris. Your pictures were incredible!” She was getting up now, hoisting her bag back up her arm.

“Are you leaving?” you asked, disappointed despite yourself. 

“I’m so busy, honey, So much to do! But let me know as soon as you talk to him. And we’ll have dinner as soon as I get back, you, me and Luka! And you can bring your boy too! I want to try that new sushi place, down on Vine? They’re booked out for months, but I’m sure they’ll have a table for you!” Just as she was getting to the door back into the house, Curtis came out of it. He stepped out in front of her, narrowing his eyes, and pulling himself up to his full height. “Perfect timing,” she muttered, “your guard dog is here.”

“Mom,” you sighed.

She just rolled her eyes at you. “Calm down, it’s fine. He knows I’m joking. Don’t you, Carter?” You grimaced, but Curtis didn’t react.

“Ma’am,” he said, without any inflection at all. You could see her bristle at the address; she hated anything that reminded her that she was old enough to have an adult daughter. But she didn’t say anything else, just gave you one final wave and then moved past him into the house.

You took a deep breath, and then another, wrapping your cover up around yourself as tightly as you could. “Are you ok?” Curtis asked, startling you. He was closer now than you’d realized, standing right beside you. You’d never understand how a man that large could sneak up on you like that, but you were always surprised by the reality of him.

You shook your head and his brow furrowed. You shook it again, “No, I’m fine. I’m fine, it’s just–” you trailed off and shrugged. She always left you so jumbled. “It was fine.”

“It shouldn’t have happened,” he said, sounding deathly serious. “Jensen’s been talked to. He knows better now. It won’t happen again, not without Michelle’s say so.”

You nodded and picked at your sleeve. “Do you think I’m awful?”

“Why would I think that?” he asked, his voice so soft.

You shrugged. “She’s my mom and I make her jump through all these hoops just to see me.”

He nodded slowly and stared out over your pool. “I think,” he started, but then paused for a moment. “I think that you aren’t the kind of person who would just do that for the sake of it. I can’t imagine you ever being that spiteful. If this is something you need, then there’s a reason for it.”

He did that sometimes, made statements about your character that left you reeling, that made you wonder about the person he saw when he looked at you. It always seemed so different from the person you saw in the mirror. 

You looked up at him, but he was still focused somewhere on the horizon. You were struck by how beautiful he was, as the sun shone down on him. His broad form, immaculate stubble, long lashes. You tried to think of him as just the wall of muscles that protected you from the world, but it was getting harder every day to ignore the ineffable Curtis-ness of him. He was so much, too much.

“What’d she want?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Money, like always.”

“You ever think about saying no?”

You shook your head. “She’s not wrong when she says she sacrificed a lot and worked hard to get me here. She did. I wouldn’t be here without her. If this is what she wants from me,” you shrugged, “I feel like I should give it to her.” 

He hummed at that and went quiet again. You looked down, went back to picking at the thread on your sleeve. After several moments, he said, “I think if you looked at all the sacrifices you made to get yourself here, and everything you’ve already done for her, you might see that you come out more even than you expect.” He finally looked back at you and nodded to himself. “I’ll leave you alone now. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

As he walked back into the house, you felt like your skin was too tight. You tried to shake it off and grabbed your phone. It was too quiet. You needed something to distract you. You pulled up Colin’s contact and sent a quick I want to see you text. Then you threw your phone on the lounger, shrugged off your cover-up, and dove head first into the pool.

When Colin showed up a few hours later, he was on you immediately, pulling you out of the pool and back over to the lounge chair where he settle you between his legs. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathed into your chest as he laid back, bring you with him. When you resisted, he sat up, pushing his face into your neck and starting to trail kisses along your collar bone.

“Colin, it’s been a weird day,” you said, trying to push him down. Instead of backing off, his lips found your chest, just above your bikini. You tried again to slow him down. “Hey, hold on. Come on. I’m trying to talk to you. My mom stopped by out of the blue.”

Colin finally sat back with an annoyed huff. “Okay?” he said, “And?”

“And, I don’t know, seeing her always makes me feel really off and I just wanted to see you. Wanted you to come over and make me feel better.”

“Isn’t that what I was doing?” he asked with a grin, running his hands down your sides and then up your back, stopping to play with the string tying your bikini together.   

“Colin, I’m being serious! I just, like, want to tell you about my day and have you listen to me. Okay? I just need someone to listen.”

He looked up at you and you leaned back a little at the annoyance in his eyes. “You seriously dragged me all the way out here to talk at me about your mom? I left a studio session early for you.”

“Ok, well, I didn’t know you were busy! You could’ve just said.”

“You’re so hot,” he said, starting to paw at you again. “How could I say no to you?”

Maybe he was right. Maybe this was the best way to make you feel better. What good would talking do? What you really needed was to stop thinking. You leaned into him again and he picked up where he left off. “We could go out,” you said. “Get real fucked up.” 

“Mmm,” he said, with his face in your neck and his fist in your hair. “That sounds fun. You gonna promise not to abandon me in an alley this time?”

You pushed back against his shoulders and sat up with a glare. “Don’t be a dick.”

He rolled his eyes. “It was a joke. I’m joking.”

“It isn’t funny. I already apologized. And you never apologized for flirting with that girl.”

“This again? Seriously? I didn’t apologize because I didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t flirting, you’re just insecure.”

“Fuck you,” you said, standing up and putting as much distance between you as you could on your deck.

He rolled his eyes at you again and started picking up his stuff. “You’re so fucking high maintenance, you know that? One of these days, I’m going to wake up and decide you aren’t worth it.”

“Yeah?” You sneered, the pit in your stomach that started with your mom’s surprise appearance growing bigger. “Is that going to be before or after you use my instagram account to boost your album sales?”

“Fuck off. You think you’re so important. I don’t need your help.”

You threw your arms in the air. “Then why do you keep demanding it?”

“Whatever. I can’t believe I came all the way out here for this.” He shot you one final glare, before heading back out the way he came. 

You stood at the edge of your pool and looked out over the canyon that expanded beyond your property. “Fuck!” you shouted. It didn’t make you feel any better.

You picked up your phone and started scrolling through your contacts. You didn’t want to be alone right now. You just needed someone to talk to. But everyone in your phone was a ‘going out friend’ or an ‘impromptu house party friend.’ And suddenly, the thought of going out, with the loud music, and flashing lights, and all the paparazzi yelling at you, made you want to crawl out of your skin. You scrolled through your whole contact list again. You didn’t have a single person who you thought might drop everything and come spend the night on your couch with you. You didn’t think you ever had. You felt tears starting to gather in your eyes and quickly wiped them away. This was dumb. You were fine. You could spend one night alone.

You walked back into your house to find Curtis glaring at his phone, leaning against your kitchen island.

“Hey,” you said, trying to get his attention. When he looked up at you, you saw him take all of you in. Your wet hair, bikini, tense shoulders, and your eyes, which you could feel were still damp. He straightened up, looking very concerned. “Um,” you looked down, feeling like you needed to avoid his gaze, “I’m not going out again today, so you’re free to go. You and Jensen.”

“Ok,” he said. 

You looked back up to find him still looking at you carefully. When he finally started to move, you panicked and added, “Or, um, I’m probably just going to order a ton of food and just, like, watch TV, so if you wanted to, you could, um, you could stay. And, like, just hang out.” What the fuck did you just do? You were so pathetic. Why would you do that? What was wrong wit–

“Yeah, sure, I can stay.”

“Oh!” You didn’t know how to keep the shock off of your face. Or the intense relief. You started to feel yourself calm, just a little bit, for the first time all day. “Ok, great. I’ll just order the food – Thai ok?” He nodded. “And then take a shower and change. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he said. “I’ll let Jensen know that he’s good to head home.”

You just nodded and went upstairs.

After a long shower, you dressed in your comfiest pair of sweats and a large old t-shirt, clothes that usually stayed buried at the bottom of your drawer. You went down to your living room to find Curtis unpacking the bags of food onto your coffee table, the TV softly playing at a low volume.

“Thanks,” you said quietly.

He looked up at you and nodded. “I grabbed a couple beers too, that ok?”

“Yeah,” you said, grabbing one and pressing yourself into the corner of your large sectional.

“You want a little of everything?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before he started making you a plate.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.” He handed you a plate piled high and a fork, then started serving himself. “You doing ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shrugged, “just a shitty day.”

He sat down a few spaces away from you. “Colin wasn’t here very long,” he said with a practiced casualness. 

“No,” you frowned, “he wasn’t.”

“Can I ask you a question that’s none of my business?”

You looked at him warily, “Sure.”

“Why on earth are you with him?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “Uh,” you stopped to think, “the sex is pretty good.” He’d known where your clit was, which was more than you could say for a lot of your exes. “He can be fun to go out with. And we look good together. I don’t know, he gets it, which not a lot of people do.”

Curtis looked at you confused, “Gets what?”

“The whole thing. Just, what it means to be with me. Like, that I’m going to get recognized when we go out, and there’s always going to be paparazzi around, and sometimes I’m going to have to be on location for months at a time. It’s just there’s all this stuff around me. Being with me, it’s asking a lot, you know? But he gets recognized too, sometimes, and he doesn’t mind getting his picture taken and he goes on tour and stuff. He’s more willing to put up with it all.”

His brow furrowed. “You shouldn’t be something to be ‘put up with’”

You shook your head and waved his comment away. “You know what I mean. Anyway, moot point, probably. I think I’m done. He wasn’t very nice to me today and I’m just kind of over it.”

“Probably just as well. His band is terrible.”

You let out a big, loud laugh at that, head thrown back, as you felt some of the stress of the day slide off of you. When you glanced at Curtis, he was watching you, pleased. Proud of himself. It sparked a little blossom of warmth in your heart, and you ducked your head. 

After a few moments of comfortable quiet, he cleared his throat. “For the record, anyone who makes you feel like it’s hard to be with you probably isn’t worth being with.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You could feel him watching you but you were suddenly too afraid to look at him. After too long a pause, you said, “Well, you just described all of my exes, so…” with a weak little chuckle. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel your feeble attempt at a joke fall flat. You focused intently on your plate and shoved some food in your mouth for want of anything else to do. After a few minutes, you tried to change the subject. “I feel like now I should get to ask you something that’s none of my business.”

“Yeah? What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know,” you said, looking back at him. He leaned back into the couch, plate balanced on one thigh, a beer in his hand. It was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him. “I don’t really know anything about you.” You studied him carefully, feeling like this was your one chance at something, you weren’t sure what. “What were you like as a kid?” you asked without thinking, and then immediately regretted it. What an embarrassing question.

He didn’t laugh or roll his eyes at you, though. He just took a drink of his beer and then said, “Angry. I was really angry all the time.” You didn’t say anything, waiting to see if he’d volunteer more information or change the subject. He took another drink, then added, “I grew up in a few different foster homes and I was just mad, at everything. An angry little thing. Finally, when I was a teenager, I crossed paths with someone who gave a shit. Helped me figure out how to channel it, move past it.”

You sat for a moment, deathly afraid of saying the wrong thing. You didn’t want him to think you felt sorry for him, pitied him. You didn’t. But it felt glib to say you admired him for it or that he must have been so strong. You settled on “Thank you for telling me.”

He nodded and took a bite of his food. Once he swallowed, he asked “What about you? What kind of kid were you?”

You blanched slightly. You normally hated talking about your childhood, but in this moment it felt like it might be ok, like you didn’t have to sugarcoat it. Like you wouldn’t get in trouble for being honest. “I was really lonely. Um, I was never really in school? Or, I guess I was for the first couple years, but my parents were constantly pulling me out for auditions and commercials and stuff. And then when I was 9, I booked the show, and so from then on it was all studio tutors. And there were never really any other kids on the set. So, I don’t know, I was just by myself a lot of the time. Or with my parents.” You grimaced. “Even now, I feel like if I’m not working, I don’t really know how to interact with people. Never really learned how.” 

“You’re doing fine right now,” he said, voice so gentle it made you squirm a little bit.

“You don’t count.” He raised an eyebrow at you and you shrugged. “I’ve always been comfortable with you.” You weren’t sure why that felt so much like a confession, but when you met his eyes and saw how serious they were, you knew he felt it too. You took a sip of your beer. “My turn.”

“Your turn?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, “it’s a game now.” He rolled his eyes, but smiled and gestured for you to go ahead. “Are you seeing anyone?” 

He shook his head. “I don’t date much.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “I have other stuff going on right now. And my work hours can be kind of weird and unpredictable.” He must have seen the way your face started to fall, because he rolled his eyes goodnaturedly and said. “This isn’t your fault. I just have other priorities right now. I’m sure that if there was something I was looking for, I’d be able to find it.”

“Yeah, you definitely would,” you said with a laugh. He looked at you somewhat quizzically and it was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “Oh, come on! I know you know how hot you are.”

He cleared his throat and let out a small chuckle. “Uh,” he said, as he rubbed the back of his head and you noticed that his ears were turning red. He was uncomfortable. You had made your big, scary bodyguard bashful. It immediately filled you with so much glee. “That’s maybe been mentioned to me, once or twice,” he finally choked out. Just as you started cackling, he cut in, “Ok, me now. When was the last time you took a break?”

You looked around with a slightly furrowed brow. “You mean, like, other than right now?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean, I’ve been with you almost two years now and you’ve worked nonstop pretty much the entire time. When was the last time you took a real, sustained break?”

“Oh, um,” you had to stop and actually think about that. Everything had always been go go go, ever since you were a kid. And even once you were an adult, everytime you thought about slowing down, there was always something to capitalize on, an opportunity that shouldn’t be ignored. “Oh! The summer I was, I think, 12? Maybe 13? I didn’t book anything for hiatus and my parents were so mad. But I just got to hang out all summer. It was amazing. There was this girl my age who lived down the street. And we would just like, hang out in her backyard, or go to the pool, walk to get ice cream. Whatever we wanted to do. I was so excited to have a real friend. It was the best summer I ever had.”

“Did you keep in touch?” he asked softly, startling you when his fingers brushed against yours.

“No, the next season was when they started to really beef up my role, which meant I got paid more, so we moved. I never saw her again. Which was fine. It was really fun while it lasted.”

When you made eye contact with Curtis, there was a touch of sadness there that you couldn’t stand to look at, so you went back to your food. You were fine. Look at everything you had! You were good. You had no reason to be sad.

“You should think about taking a year off,” he said quietly.

You looked back up at him and scoffed, “A year?!”

“You just told me you haven’t had a real break in 13 years. I think a year is reasonable. I know you’re doing fine financially. You should think about it.”

“Maybe,” you said, but you were sure that no one involved in your career would let that happen. You couldn’t even imagine it. “Okay, my question. What do you do when you aren’t looking after me?”  

“Aside from sleep?” he asked, laughing at himself. You were instantly mesmerized by the sound. You didn’t think you’d ever heard it before. Dry chuckles, yes, but an actual laugh? You felt instantly addicted to it. “Uh, I go to the gym most days. I like to read, whenever I have the time. I’ve kind of been teaching myself how to cook, here and there. I don’t know, I’m not that interesting.”

You begged to differ, but saying that felt like too much. Like it would reveal more than you even realized. You were done eating now, so you put your plate on the coffee table and shifted to get more comfortable, bringing your legs up under the rest of you. As you did, your knees brushed against Curtis’s thighs. You stopped, surprised, and looked at where your bodies touched. Without realizing it, at some point during the conversation, you’d both eliminated the space between you. Wanting to see how far you could push it, while ignoring just how much you wanted the physical contact, you adjusted yourself again, so that now your thigh pushed against his. You watched for his reaction very carefully, while trying to look like that was the last thing you were doing. Something fluttered inside of you when he pressed imperceptibly closer. “It’s your turn,” you whispered. 

He turned so that he could look at you fully and just watched you for a moment. You could almost see him thinking, trying to find the perfect question. Finally, “What would you do if you weren’t acting?”

You felt your brain short out for a second. “Like, instead?” You asked dumbly. He nodded. “Um, I have no idea? This is all I’ve ever done. I don’t think I’m really good at anything else.”

“I highly doubt that,” he said and you were thrown off by how sure he sounded. You weren’t sure anyone had ever sounded so confident about you before, especially when it was so unfounded.  

“Well, it’s true,” you said and wincing internally at how harsh it sounded. “I don’t know. I don’t like that question.” Your skin was too tight again and you felt so, so small. He was seeing all of you now, how little there was, and had surely found you wanting. 

“Ok, that’s fine,” he said quietly, like he was talking to a spooked horse. Something about it made you want to flip over the coffee table. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry.” You just nodded and folded in on yourself. “We can stop playing.”  

“No,” you said. “I still have one question left.” There was really only one you wanted an answer to. “Why did you stay tonight?” 

He didn’t stop to think before he answered. “Because you seemed like you needed me to.”

“That’s not part of your job,” you said, feeling defiant without really knowing why. 

“No, it’s not.”

You didn’t know what to do with him. This wasn’t how people treated you. You were either something to be vaunted or something they could use. Your parents, your friends, the people who worked for you, the people you dated. They all wanted to get something out of you. Curtis never seemed to want anything from you. But he didn’t put you on a pedestal either. He had always treated you like just a person. It was unnerving. What were you supposed to do with that?

You turned back to the TV, finally registering what was on. It was some reality show you’d never seen before. “I have no idea what this is,” you said.

“Me neither.”

Whatever comfortable calm that had existed between the two of you on this couch, it was gone now. You curled up, placing your chin on your knees. “I’m probably going to fall asleep.” You were exhausted, not just today, but in your bones.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked. 

All you could do was shake your head and let out a small, whispered, “No.” As all over the place as you felt, you knew you weren’t ready to be alone yet, weren’t ready for him to leave.

“Ok,” he said, softly, as you felt his arm moving behind you to rest on the back of the couch. “I’ll stay.”

Part Three

#curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett #snowpiercer #bodyguard!curtis everett x actress!reader #bodyguard!curtis everett #chris evans fanfiction #reader insert #fanfic #bodyguard au #series #i know i should know better #kris wrote something

[holylulusworld]

Snow bunny masterlist

Pairing: CEvans characters x Nymph!Reader, SebStan characters x Nymph!Reader

Warnings: creature reader, kidnapping (kinda), groping, dirty talk, seduction (use of magic), I’ll label this dub-con (reader on them) because of her nature, smut in future chapters

A/N: Please consider this a naughty Christmas fairytale. We will have different timelines with different characters within this story. Maybe they'll all meet at some point...🤔

Snow bunny (1) - Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen (feat. Steve Rogers)

Snow bunny (2) - Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen (feat. Steve Rogers)

Snow bunny (3) - Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, God the bounty hunter

Snow bunny (4) - Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Cole Turner

Snow bunny (5) - Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Johnny Storm

Snow bunny (6) - Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, TBA

Snow bunny (7) - TBA

#lloyd hansen #andy barber #steve rogers #ari levinson #bucky barnes #nick fowler #curtis everett #polyamory #smut #female reader #nymph reader

[onsunnyside]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲... 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🍆💦

well hello friends !! To celebrate Mr. Chris DILF Evans’ birthday, the upcoming father’s day, and because I’m in the mood for DILF-themed things 💦 I’m throwing another party !! focused on dilf-things in terms of vibes/being an actual father, etc. so send asks/requests, besties, and I’ll pick a few !! PSA | Updates | PSA2

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | June 13—14 (REQUESTS CLOSED but party will continue until all chosen requests are done !!)

˚*｡:°ꨄ 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧: we can talk about anything and I’ll also be answering older asks !!

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things dilf-related: dad’s best friend, boyfriend’s dad, best friend’s dad, stepdad, dad!character x mom!reader, dilf/milf, age gap, silver fox, etc. open to soft dark/dark—send anything !!

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #daddy sorry daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

trophy wife!reader x dilf!Ari Levinson | milf!reader

𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥; one shot: dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader*

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot: stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen*

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot: dark!dilf!Ari Levinson takes you to parent teacher night, innocent!babysitter!reader* (dark, vibrating panties)

dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett at his hunting lodge*

cruel: the lake house*

sick of sugarcoatin’: curtis comes over for father’s day*

boyfriend’s dad!Ari*

dad’s best friend!Chris Evans teaches you golf*

best friend’s dad!swim coach!andy is breath control training swimmer!reader by having the reader blow him underwater*

Chris finds out you’re pregnant

boyfriend’s dad!Andy finds out you’re pregnant (not set in Cruel)

#daddy sorry daddy party #onsunnyside

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Kiss Me, I'm-

A Curtis and Honey Holiday Special

Summary- 3.2k Curtis x Plus Sized Reader. Saint Patrick's Day is in full swing at Paulie's Bar. You and Paulie play a friendly game of flip cup, that results in the whole bar getting a special holiday round of beer. As well as an opportunity for Curtis to get you all to himself.

Warnings- Dirty Talk, Sexual Activities, Alcohol Consumption, Buzzed/Drunk.

A/N- Thank you so much @mumbles411 for reading through this piece as well as all our conversations about Curtis and Honey. I really appreciate all the times you just drop a random thought and we weave whole scenarios around it. @bigtreefest thank you so much for dropping that ask in my inbox that prompted this. To all the readers, gosh you guys are incredible. Thank you!

If you happen to celebrate the holiday, please stay safe.

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“You can try to kick my ass at this.” You smirked as you flicked the cap off of a jameson bottle, the top spinning across the bar's counter till Paulie smacked his hand against it to keep it from spinning onto his floor. 

“Oh girl, I know I am going to.” Paulie set down a line of red solo cups between the two of you, his eyes narrowed at your challenge. “Saint Patricks Day is a bartender's Christmas, I’m not about to let you out-flip me at flip cup.” He informed you while taking the bottle of Jameson, pouring some whiskey down the line and finishing the rest of the cups with his green beer. 

Edgar at your side scrunched up his face. “So instead of Santa, you have little leprechauns you look forward to? Just fucking creepy man, I hate those little bastards.” He shuddered. 

You laughed while bumping your shoulder against Edgar’s. “Even Lucky the lucky charms leprechaun?” 

“ESPECIALLY HIM! You know he is a scheming little bastard. You’ve seen the movies, those leprechauns will murder you just because.” 

Paulie scoffed at Edgar, setting the bottle and pitcher aside. 

“Oooh! That was such a terrible set of movies.” You glanced over your shoulder towards where Curtis was in a game of pool with Ella. “We should watch the leprechaun movie later!” The balls clanked loudly after he took his shot and straightened up, leveling you a look. 

“Honey, you taking that line of shots with Paulie, you’re gonna be out of commission tonight.” You scoffed to hide your grin, knowing he was right. After this topped  off with the green beer Paulie was serving to celebrate, you were gonna be wasted. “Okay, tomorrow then.”

Ella piped up from the other side of the pool table. “Oh, I vote sleepover and we build a fort in the living room to watch them. Curtis can make us his hangover cure.” 

“Deal.” You gave her some cheesy finger guns while Curtis eyed you, a playful gleam in his expression. 

“Remember that when I’m trying to get you out of bed tomorrow.” 

“Wait, can I crash this sleepover?” Edgar pouted and you slung your arm over his shoulder, drawing him in close. 

“The more the merrier, of course you're invited.” From behind you, you could hear Curtis and Ella debating about the best hangover cures and just how committed Curtis was to cooking for all of you in the morning. 

“Okay! Back to what we were doing… Paulie, you ready?” 

“At drinking you under the table? Sweetheart I was born ready.” He curled his fingers on one of the cups at one end, preparing. You both stare at each other trying to intimidate the other. “The one with the most flipped cups wins.” 

Curtis came up behind you at some point, his hands resting on your tense shoulders, squeezing lightly and you saw Paulie's eyes flicker behind you. “Bet’s on that Y/N gets in more shots. I know my girl, she doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

Oh did that make you tingle all over at his praise. Now you absolutely had to win.

“Prepare to lose your money Everett.” Paulie shot back but you just gave a cool smirk at the man. Edgar watched the clock above the bar and as soon as the second hand hit the new minute mark, his palm slammed down on the bar, making you leap into action. 

You were good at this game, college had taught you the efficiency of keeping calm instead of trying to rush in flipping the cups. 

Meaning while Paulie was fumbling with some of his flips, yours were steadily flipping in the correct manner, wincing whenever you came across the shots of whiskey, the beer though went down a lot easier. 

“Son of a bitch, flip.” Paulie sputtered, seeming to get stuck halfway up the line. You were laser focused, the whiskey making your eyes water with every heavy swallow. Curtis was whispering in your ear about how you were turning him on right then.

“Come’on Pretty Girl. Show them how good my girl is.” 

Between that and the burn of alcohol, you were swimming in the rush of it. The last cup flipped and you threw your hands up in victory with a cheer, just barely beating out Paulie by a matter of seconds. From behind you Curtis gave a victory yell, pulling you into him while you were still jumping and dancing in your win. 

“Ya got lucky.” Paulie huffed while Curtis reached over you to grab the Jameson bottle and took a drag off it, claiming it for himself. 

“My girl has fucking talent.” Curtis praised, his arms enclosing you against his firm chest. Warmth filled you, feeding you till you squirmed back against him, his grunt quietly muffled in your hair. 

“Tease.” He whispered, flexing his hold on you to keep you still for now. 

The whiskey as well as the rush of excitement had you floating on that feel-good sensation that you were ready to ride till it faded away. 

“Alright Y/N, how are we celebrating?” Paulie leaned against the bar after cleaning up the pile of red solo cups and the remnants of jameson spilled across the bar. 

“Beers.” You demanded. “St.Patrick’s Day demands it.” 

“How about the next round on me then?” Paulie offered, gathering up the pitchers of beer to refill glasses. 

“THE WHOLE BAR?” came a shout from somewhere in the room, you suspected it was Ella. Paulie conceded, waving over his customers to claim their free beer. 

Curtis took his chance with the rush to the bar, tugging you away from the crowd and slipping the two of you through doors leading to the back rooms and the office. You giggled as he rounded on you, grabbing your hips and swinging you up to wrap your legs around his waist. “We aren’t supposed to be back here.” You chided, teasing as your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, hovering your lips close to his. 

“Paulie is too fucking busy now losing part of his profits to notice where we are.” Curtis growled while continuing his mission to get you all to himself. Pushing open the office door with his shoulder, his hand fumbled on the lock while you crashed your mouth to his, 

Pinning you back against the door, your head banged back with a soft thud while he traveled away from your lips, grinding into you. 

“How's that whiskey treating you Pretty Girl?” 

You whimpered when you felt his kiss at your pulse point turn harder, making you tingle at the sensation. “Good, really good…” 

“Want me to make it even better?” His mouth finds your ear, teasing you enough to make you bite your lip at the loss of his mouth. 

This man knew how to drive you crazy, your body arching to press against his all that much more although he already had you pinned tightly against the door. “Please Curtis?” Your tone is aching and needy, lust filled.

“Fuck when you sound like that.” He growled as his mouth reclaimed yours, swinging you away from the door and falling back into the chair behind the office desk, while your hands reached between you two, tugging his belt open. “It makes me so fucking hard for you.” 

“How long do you think we have?” You moved to kiss along his bristled jawline, nipping at his neck while he reached around you to shake the computer mouse and pull up the bar's cameras. 

“Plenty of time Pretty Girl.” He wrapped a hand into your hair, pulling you back till you were sitting up straight and his eyes could roam up and down your body, licking his lips like you were just made to be devoured. “Get out of those pants and turn around.” His palm smacked against your ass, making a slapping sound but your jeans kept away any sting. You lifted yourself off to do as he asked, a glance over your shoulder showed him shimming his pants and boxers down off his hips. For good measure, you stripped your shirt off to drop it with your pants. 

“We’re gonna have to buy Paulie a new chair.” You giggle as you finally get one of your legs free and Curtis grasps your hips to make you back up, his touch going between your thick thighs to tighten his fingers into your panties, making them rub right up against your clit. “Fuck.” You hiss, rocking your hips enough to create friction. 

“Leather chair Pretty Girl, he will never know once I wipe it back down.” 

The image of Curtis’s ass cheeks in the leather made you giggle between breathy moans, another glance over your shoulder catching sight of him spitting on his hand and rubbing it up and down his cock. You couldn't muffle the giggles while Curtis pushed aside your panties finally and had you start to lower on him slowly, gentle bounces and thrusts working him in. “Although your ass print should be considered a work of art.” The image of framing the chair with two distinct ass cheek imprints having you laughing harder until Curtis pushed you down into his lap. 

“You're a fucking work of art, remind me to nail you up against a wall later.” He stated, his hands flexing in appreciation along the curve of your hips.

A gasp escaped you, falling back into his chest with a buzzed grin plastered on your face. “I ever tell you how much I love feeling you. Mmmhh when I first met you I said ‘Y/N, that man has a cock made to ride.” 

Curtis snorted behind you, running his hands up your front to tease your breasts in his hands, pushing your bra out of the way. “Was that before you went all teacher mode or after you left?” 

You moved your hands over his, making him squeeze harder till he was doing the exact pressure you wanted. “Oh definitely during, the whole time we were walking around and I had to ask those questions. Good thing I had my note cards or else I would have failed at being logical.” 

You felt the press of his smile against your cheek and a groan coming from him, followed by a curse.  Squeezing your cunt around him always made him a little more vocal and you loved hearing him. “Wanna know what I was thinking the whole time?” He muttered in your ear before pushing you forward to sit up, your hands landing on the desk edge in front of you and his own touch slid down to your hips. 

Digging into you like he was holding on. 

“How this perfect fucking cunt was made to take my cock.” He thrusted up hard, making you jolt in his lap and flutter excitedly. “Knowing how god damn sexy you would be when you went mindless, begging for more.” He started faster, making you bounce on him. Your hands tightened their grip on Paulie’s desk to keep you from falling forward, the jolts making your little sounds escaping broken sounding almost pathetic. “How you played sweet and innocent that day, but I knew that was just a show…”

Your head nodded, your ass slapping down onto his lap now, your body jiggling in the forceful movements. His cock pounding into you was making your eyes roll, how good it felt to feel him fuck into you over and over. “T’was Curtis, I wanted…” 

“Wanted what Pretty Girl?” He asked, his tongue and teeth sinking into your shoulder blade and kissing your flexing back. Sure there would be a mark on you, his mark and that satisfied him on a whole other level. 

“That.” 

“What’s that?” Curtis let go of your hips, to roam his hands over you, palming your breast again and squeezing till you shuddered in his hold. Your own touch flew back to grab at the back of his head, holding on. 

“To be dirty for you.” 

He hissed when your cunt fluttered again, squeezing and sucking him back in, like you never wanted him to leave. “Fuck you are, you would get down right now and suck my cock, or bend over this desk wouldn’t you? All with the office camera rolling for a video.” 

Your head nodded, tilting back with parted lips crying his name out louder than you should have. His hand at your chest slapped over your lips, muffling your cries. “My pretty little whore, we gotta be quiet.” 

You didn't care, the alcohol buzzing in your system, sneaking off with Curtis and him talking like this to you was making you stupid with pleasure. Your pants were rushed, the slap of your body against his and the creak of the leather was just adding to it all. The small office felt heated, now smelled of sex, and you couldn't stop giggling behind his palm. “You gonna come for me, soak this cock?” 

A firm nod had you grabbing at his hand still wrapped at your waist, shoving it between your thighs with a moaning yes when his fingertips pressed against your clit. A deep laugh, knowing that you needed to have that touch in order to get yourself off. “Come on Pretty Girl.” He grunted in your ear, the twirl of his fingers and the rub he was giving your clit making your heart race, the tension just before coming building, swiftly now. Like you were about to crash. “Someone is gonna come looking for us, and see you spread all out on this chair with my cock buried deep in this weeping cunt. You don’t want that do you?” The snap of his teeth signaling just how close Curtis was. 

No? Maybe? You knew it gave you a rush, which just added to the moment. “Curtis!” His name falling from you like a prayer muffled behind his palm, ready to crash into shattered oblivious pieces, falling apart in his lap where he yanked you back, the slap of his hips underneath you had his cock pushing into your squelching cunt while chasing for his own orgasm now that you came. 

Yours left you floating, giving yourself over to him to use you however he wanted while you just let yourself continue enjoying the buzz of sex and alcohol. 

“Fuck, FUCK!” Curtis’s muffled roar was against your shoulder, biting onto you with a grunt as he pulled you hard onto him one last time, warmth making you clench on him again, rocking your hips slightly with a satisfied moan of your own. Your head tilted into his, both of you panting heavily to catch your breaths when his hand dropped from your mouth and rested against your heaving chest, his palm flattening against the racing of your heart.

“We should sneak in here more often.” You snickered while pushing up to sit, Curtis sliding his hands around your waist and following up to hug you from behind, letting his face press against your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, I know where Paulie hides his office keys for when he starts locking the door.” He muttered, pressing kisses across the top of your back to the other shoulder. “Move that mouse, see where he is.” 

You leaned forward to shove the mouse enough to take off the old school screensaver, peering at the grainy screen. "Still at the bar, busy too. Looks like Saint Patrick's Day really is his Christmas.” 

“Good…” Curtis gave a push to have the chair roll back away from the desk a bit. “Turn around so I can hold you proper for a few minutes before we go back out there.” 

“Does he really have cameras in here Curtis?” Your eyes bounced around, searching. You certainly didn’t want Paulie seeing this on video. 

“No Honey, I helped him set them up and he just has one facing the door, not inside.” His lips pressed against your shoulder and then helped you to stand, your legs a bit wobbly and twist around to sit back in his lap, the leather chair giving a groan once more, making you break out in a giggle. 

Nothing was gonna ruin your mood tonight, not even knowing the chances you were gonna have a hangover could kill the high you were feeling right now. His arms wrapped back around you, palms brushing up and down your back while you tucked yourself in against his chest, silence filling the room. “You know I am really looking forward to tomorrow.” You tucked your face on his shoulder, letting your hand rest against his chest, playing with his chain, your fingers twisting in it. 

“Mmhh, is it the fact you are making a fort on the living room floor with Ella and Edgar to watch Leprechaun? Or the hangover cure I’m supposed to make you guys?” 

“Both.” You lifted your head, finding his lips with yours and giving him a slow affectionate kiss. “I love you very much. For much more than you making me feel really good in Paulie’s office, which he is gonna be pissed about.” You were sure to point out as his grin grew, his arms tightening just a little more to keep you in close to him. “Although I do feel really really good, and that's only a little bit from the jameson.” You rambled on and Curtis couldn’t help his reaction, his head tipping back and a deep chested booming laughter sounded, making you feel so happy to see him happy. 

Maybe you were more than buzzed. 

“I'm glad that it's seventy five percent me, twenty five percent whiskey?” Curtis ventured a guess, catching your chin in his forefinger and thumb to tilt your mouth back to his. 

“More than that, like ninety-ten.” You mumbled against his lips, the two of you teasing each other with soft playful pecks. “But i'm definitely drunk now.” 

“Mmh, I can tell Honey.” His answer was softer now, sighing against your lips. “I love you for giving me these moments in life.” His touch lingered on your face, cupping your cheek and this kiss was moved from your mouth up to your forehead, giving you a whole other satisfying sensation, one that curled into your heart. His gaze fell back to the computer screen with a soft shit under his breath. “Incoming Honey.” 

Right behind you was a pound on the door. “You two better not be fucking in my office!” 

You squealed, hiding against Curtis as if Paulie was gonna come barging in, which he wasn’t, he knew better. “Busted.” You loudly whispered while Curtis muffled his laughter once again. 

“Give us five minutes…. TEN!” Curtis shouted, watching the camera to see Paulie storming back towards the bar, sputtering. 

“I need to bake him some cookies to apologize.” You said solemnly as you too watched the camera’s with a twist of your head looking over your shoulder. 

“You do that Honey so I can taste test them.” He gripped your chin to turn you back to look at him. “Kiss me Honey? I’m-”

You didn’t let him finish, your lips pressing to his, cutting off the last of his words.

#life is short so make it sweet #Curtis and honey #Curtis Everett and Reader #Curtis Everett and You #Curtis Everett and Plus Sized Reader #Curtis Everett Fanfiction #Curtis Everett Smut #Curtis Everett x You #Curtis Everett x Reader #Curtis Everett x Plus Sized Reader #Chris Evans Characters #amber writes #sweater writes #snowpiercer fanfiction

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Keeping you warm this Christmas - Johnny Storm x Reader

Some Cruel Joke - Johnny Storm x Reader

Snow on the Beach - Johnny Storm x Reader

Magical Mystery Christmassy Tour - Nick Vaughan x Reader

Hallmark Movie - Guy x Reader (Playing it cool)

Oh My My My - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader

My Beautiful Flower - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader

Better the enemy you know - Lloyd Hansen x Reader 🔥

Envy - Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

Series/AU

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Masterlist: Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist

Thirty-one days of Halloween horrors (and whores, I’m looking at you, Ransom!) completed! Please show our Tumblr besties the love they deserve for their hard work!

I’m gathering all my favorite spooky, sexy Halloween reads from my favorite authors here on Tumblr and AO3. All the really genius ones! In one super tasty bundle. Who loves you? Who’s your spooky Mama? Read on for Dark Loki, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Vampire!Loki, Cult Leader Steve Rogers, Incubus!Loki, the Winter Soldier and more.

1. Rapacity - Vampire Loki

@nildespirandum‘s genius Vampire Loki tale, sexy, scary, angsty as fuck.

2.  Danse Macabre - Scary Prophet Bucky Barnes

@imanuglywombat’s terrifying and sexy Bucky and he’s not wearing anything under that robe...

3.  Run Like Hell - relentless Winter Soldier

@navybrat817′s terrifying and sexy Winter Soldier tell you to run. DO IT.

4.  Come One, Come All. - Dark, terrifying Loki

@lokislastlove sexy, terrifying Funhouse Loki, but it’s not fun for anyone IN his Funhouse. Except for you.

5. Proserpina - Dark, Old God Steve Rogers

@boxofbonesfic and a terrifying descent into an underground prison.

6. Glory, Amen - Old One Steve Rogers

@punemy-spotted and another terrifying descent into Old Ones best forgotten.

7. Destiny - Dark, Sexy, Sadistic Loki

@mdemontespan1667′s sexy, scary Loki. And spiders.

8. 30 Days of Debauchery - kinky sexy as fuck Lokl

@myoxisbroken’s excellent “kink a day” masterpiece

9. Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve - gritty Curtis Everett

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s scary-ass ride with Curtis Everett.

10.  A Hex of Infinite Binding - Incubus Loki

@nildespirandum’s sexy as fuck Incubus Loki. In black. Leather. Pants.

11. One, or the Other -  Sir Thomas Sharpe and Vampire Adam, OLLA

@caffiend-queen’s filthy musing of one or both of these men impregnating you.

12. Silver Exposure - Dystopian Avengers featuring Pitch Black Steve and Charcoal Grey Bucky.

@xsapphirescrollsx and her terrifying and extremely vivid tale of what happens when you fuck with time travel.

13. One Fateful Christmas - Andy Barber wants you and He Is Deeply Displeased. Also, a blizzard.

@americasass81 and her jolly little Christmas nightmare (dream come true depending on your point of view.)

14. Made For Me - Spine-tingling terror when you realize the life you planned was not the one you were going to get. Mitigating factor: lots of sex with Bucky.

@saiyanprincessswanie’s tasty, terrifying tale.

15. Honey Trap - Sweet, sexy beekeeper Steve Rogers isn’t the sweet guy everything in your little town thinks he is...

@threeminutesoflife’s dark and deliciously twisted Steve. And a toaster.

16. A Summoning From The Depths - An Incubus!Loki Story

@nildespirandum’s Kinktober offering for Incubus!Loki and Witch Nora. With bonus cloven hooves goodness.

17. Dark Commander - Scary-ass Hydra Captain America

@jtargaryen18′s brilliant tale of who Hydra’s vision of Captain America would be

18.  I Dream at Night I Can Only See Your Face Roomate!Bucky Barnes

@thedarkplume’s dark, tasty tale of cupcakes and unrequited love. Be careful what you ask for...

19. Next Station - dark, ruthless Loki

@the-soulofdevil  a different retelling of what should have happened with Loki on Lamentis.

20. Monstrous - deranged Vampire Loki

@maiden-of-asgard’s terrifying, half-mad Vampire Loki and the Light Elf imprisoned with him.

21.  Can’t Run, Can’t Hide - terrifying Mafia!Bucky

@angrythingstarlight’s dark and sexy tale of what happens when you think you can leave Mafia Bucky.

22.  Concrete Jungle Rapunzel - insidious, dark Bucky

@imanuglywombat’s stark, heartbreaking tale of what it’s like to be loved too much.

23. Landlocked - Dark Andy Barber and a Selkie

@tonarinotogepi’s tale of what happens when Dark Andy Barber captures a Selkie

24,  To Love and To Hold - Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sweet wife

@sagechanoafterdark How long can you be married to a monster like Lee Bodecker before his evil sinks into you?

25.  Scare Tactics - Delicious Chris Evans distracting you.

Chris Evans, you, a spooky movie and his spectacular sexytime skills, courtesy of @jennmurawski13

26. Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s sexy, scary tales of Gladiator, Impregnator Curtis Everett.

27. The Cult - Cult Leader Steve and too-trusting Bucky

@queenoftheworldisdead’s spooky tale of Cult Leader Steve wanting something Bucky has... his new wife.

28.  Murder, He Wrote - sinister as fuck Ransom Drysdale

@what-is-your-plan-today’s terrifying tale of a celebrity haunted mansion and the reporter sent to cover it.

29. Perfection - emotionally torn and hot as balls Sir William Sharpe

@nildespirandum’s epic tale of pain, longing, loss, genuine terror and the power of love.

30. Wet - shamelessly delicious Jonathan Pine

@devikafernando​’s decisive and shameless Jonathan Pine knows exactly how to get you wet. 

31. Pain - pitch black Loki

Minnie Rose shows just how angry Loki can be after escaping the clutches of Thanos. And you’re right there to lavish the wildly complicated upon your helpless body.

#Caffiend's Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading #Halloween scary sexy story suggestions #Dark Loki #Vampire Loki #Winter Soldier #AU Dark Bucky Barnes #Old God Steve Rogers

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Masterlist

By AU

Biker AU - Fate (Curtis Everett)

College AU - Tenure (Charles Blackwood, Curtis Everett) - Tutoring (Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen)

Fairy Tale AU - Magic (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)

Flower Shop AU - Flowers in Storms (Lee Bodecker)

Mafia AU - Changing Minds (Nick Fowler) - Dream Come True (Curtis Everett) - Hummingbird (Steve Rogers) - Sparks Fly (Mace)

Maid AU - Cleaning Up (Jonathan Pine)

Omegaverse - Alphas & Algorithms (Curtis Everett) - Beta!Reader (Bucky Barnes, Hal Carter)

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

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Previous: Part Three

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Part Four ~ The Present 

Presley 

I should have made rules for myself.  

Don’t stay in one place too long  Don’t create connections  Don’t fall for your boss.  

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.   

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.  

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks.  Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life.  A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.  

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna.  He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.  

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.  

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully.  The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents.  But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids.  Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments.  Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle.  We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything.  When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.” 

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek.  Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.  

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together.  I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.  

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready.  She has become a godsend.  She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left.  Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing.  Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one.  “You look beautiful Presley.”  

I took the champagne glass and took a sip.  “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on.   The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door.  A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.  

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment.  “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman.  “Let me introduce you.”  He walked the couple into the room.  “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.”  I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face.  “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”  

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.  

I just wanted the evening to end.  

Curtis 

I fucked up.  

I know I did.  

Why?  Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be.  Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face.  I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.   

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me.  As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom.  I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.  

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?” 

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”  

“I’m just your nanny, sir.  That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.  

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry.  We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.  

“I can’t do this right now.”  Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok.  You have guests, you should pay attention to them.”  She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.  

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home?  Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before.  When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.  

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out.  At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.  

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea.  I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office.  As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth.  “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?” 

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”  

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.  

“Andy, that’s wonderful news.  You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure.  We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.  

“Ah, fuck you man.  I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.  

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”  

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned.  Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on.  Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.  

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?” 

Clint looked stunned.  “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there.  I would want to vet any woman just in case...” 

I put my hand up to stop him.  “There isn’t a need for that Clint.  You already have.”  

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” 

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.  

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”  

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.  I do now.  I took a sip of my drink and waited.  

Clint threw back his drink.  “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”  

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly. 

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her.  What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?” 

“Enough,” I barked.  I turned to Andy. “You read her file?  The one Jensen pulled?” 

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you? 

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself.  She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me.  She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”  

“See, boss, that’s a sign.” 

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you.  And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family.  If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.” 

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”  

Clint nodded.  “Are you sure, boss?”  

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”  

“She’s not Anna, sir.”  

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”  

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms.  Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed.  I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead.  I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap.  My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.  

“It’s ok Evie.  Joshua was just teasing.  You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”  

“But Joshie said...” 

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters.  Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.  

“Are you proud of me Presley?” 

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?”  My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in.  “I love you Evie.”  

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”  

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door.  I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away.  “Curtis...” 

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.” 

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?” 

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.”  I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms  as I carried her to my bedroom.  

“Curtis...” 

“Shut up Kitten.  You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”  

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face.  This is why I wanted to go slow.  This is why I haven’t opened up to you.  Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!” 

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back.  “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.”  I ran a hand over my hair and down my face.  “Presley...” 

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.  

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...” 

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.  My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.  

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.”  I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?”  She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”  

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know?  About us?” 

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”  

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.  

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you.  I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers.  Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her.  The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”  

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.  

“Tell me, Kitten.  Tell me why you are scared.  Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear.  “Presley, I’ll protect you.  I don’t care about your past.  I care about who you are now.  My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me.  She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.  

She owns me.  

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation.  “Please Kitten,” I plead. 

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.  

She's a drug and I’m addicted.  

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me.  I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.  

My Kitten.  

Presley 

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man.  He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him.  I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.  

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress.  His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye.  “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten.  I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”  

I’m falling for this man.  

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair.  It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.  

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.  

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars. 

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me. 

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time.  He’s surprised but quickly melts into it.  Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body.  I swallow when I see his tattoos.  They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man. 

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time.  He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation.  The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.  

Curtis 

I’m a dead man.  

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears.  I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin.  “Presley...” 

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.”  Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.  

I would do anything for her.  I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.  

I would burn the world down if she asked.  

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness.  Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.  

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.”  And now I’m feral.  Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off.  I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs.  Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it.  I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.  

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile.  I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent.  She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”   

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants.  I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her.  She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out.  I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.  

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”  

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.  

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene.  I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly.  I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”  

She gives me a tired smile.  “Hi,” she replies shyly.  

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head.  “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”   

“Fuck me, Curtis.”  

Presley 

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man.  I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to.  Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth.  I need more.   

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted. 

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene.  I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it.  “What’s so funny Kitten?” 

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name.  He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out.  Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.  

“Think you’re being cute, baby?”  I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.”  He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”  

Oh.  

My. 

God.  

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance.  He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...” 

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.”  He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?” 

“I... I trust you.”  And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big.  The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.  

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.  

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”  

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me.  He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised.  He is slow but powerful.  Every stroke into me is hard and deep.  I can feel him deep in my belly.  I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot.  I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body.  “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard.  Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”  

“Y-yes, please.”  

“Good girl.  Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!”  I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing.  He kisses my lips and then my forehead.  “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty.  He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep.  All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.  

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms.  “Sleep Kitten.”  

And I’m out.  

Curtis 

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me.  The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?” 

“Morning Daddy.  Why is Presley in your bed?  Was she not feeling well?  I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.  

Shit.  

Fuck.  

Shit.  

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed.  I calm myself before I answer her.  “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”  

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley.  She’s my best friend.”  

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake.  “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?” 

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.  

“Don’t panic, Kitten.  We’re ok.” 

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?”  She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.  

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.  

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore.  This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”  

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children.  “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok.  Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.”  I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace.  I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting.  “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”  

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.  

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.  

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears.  “My name is not Presley Adams.”  

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?" 

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family.  My real name is Amelia Giovanni.  My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.”  She blinked as more tears fell.  

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni.  He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared.  His daughter, his princess.  

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.  

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself.  But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.  

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.” 

Oh, fuck.  

NEXT

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

@royalsweetteaa had the idea for an elf fic, this is dedicated to her, the headers I use aren’t mine.

🎄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑🎄

❄️WELCOME TO MY FIRST CHRISTMAS HERE!❄️

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM!

THE READER IS INNOCENT IN ALL!

ALL IN THE SAME UNIVERSE! SAME READER FOR ALL! (poor reader…)

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𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 - ft elf jake jensen.

𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 - ft elf lee bodecker.

𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 - ft elf johnny storm.

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 - ft elf steve rogers.

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒂 - ft elf ransom drysdale.

𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 - ft elf frank adler.

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 - ft elf curtis everett.

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 - ft elf lloyd hansen.

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂… 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 - ft santa ari levinson.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇

𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒔 - ft grinch bucky barnes.

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𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅/𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐇𝐂 - 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐞/𝐬𝐬)

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 - @lavender-annd-lilac - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 - 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒆 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 - 𝒘𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕! - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 - 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚 - 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 - 𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒈 - 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕- 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 - 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒔 - 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 - 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 - 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 - 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 - 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒚 - 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 - 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 - 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 - 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 - 𝐚𝐫𝐢

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2023

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Mousey & Curtis bring the twins to see Santa 🥰

Christmas Countdown day 19: Visit Santa/sit on Santa’s lap

It was hard to focus on what was happening around you when you felt Curtis’ hand and the warmth it radiated seeping through your sweater to infiltrate your flesh. It was hard to focus on Theo and James as they playfully hit each other while waiting in line to see Santa Clause at the mall, their lists tucked into your hands for safekeeping while still being a mystery to you.

“You’re up next, boys. You remember what I told you?” They whipped around to look at you, eyes that matched Curtis’ piercing through you as they grinned crookedly.

“Be on our best behaviour for five minutes and pretend that daddy isn’t permanently on the naughty list.” James’s soft laugh fell from his lips as he looked at his dad, and in response Curtis’ hand tightened against your sweater.

“I’m working on getting off the list,” Curtis huskily whispered in your ear, breathing in the scent of your perfume that he had gifted you earlier, “it would be easier said than done if my little mousey didn’t make me lose my fucking mind.”

“Curtis,” you elbowed him and steeled your gaze, attempting to scold him with a glare, “there are other kids around, they don’t need-“

“-for Christmas, I want nanny to get a ring from my daddy-“ James had spoken loudly, unapologetically bold as he spoke excitedly to the mall Santa.

“Oh! And a baby!” Theo added, brightly waving toward you and Curtis. “I would love for my daddy and my nanny to have a baby, because then they have to get married and-“

“Oh my god…” Your eyes grew in size, and every attempt to get toward the twins to get them to stop speaking was met with resistance of Curtis’ arm around your waist. “Theo! James!”

“…and other than that, I want lego and Nerf guns.” Theo and James beamed, brightly scooting off Santa’s lap with brimming excitement, crashing into Curtis’ legs. “I told Santa exactly what i want.”

“Yes you did,” Curtis grinned selfishly, his eyes rimmed with growing desire and hunger that was, thankfully, missed by his boys, “good job, boys.”

“Did you put them up to this?” You whispered hurriedly to Curtis, keeping your eyes on the twins as they darted to the nearest book store.

“I’m on the naughty list, mousey. I can’t ask Santa for anything.”

“Curtis-“ He cut you off with a sweeping yet short kiss, stealing your breath and any words right off your tongue.

“We should go home and work on giving our boys their gift.” Curtis spoke with unkempt possession and lust, his words dripping with seedy intent that warmed your belly and your thighs. “If we wanna give them what they want by Christmas, we better get started now.”

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Moodboard Masterlist

Requests and part of a moodboard event. Maybe these will become a one shot/series, and maybe we will just have pretty things to look at.

*Chris Evans*

Andy Barber Big Babies Again A Little Rain Must Fall Looking Thirsty Lost in A Dream Cozy Little Christmas Nasty Naughty Boy* It’s Yours, All Yours* Daddy’s Pride & Joy

Ari Levinson Play Me A Memory A Lot of Tears Fade Away* The Midnight Hours New Kind of Tension Kiss The Stars* When I’m With You

Cole Turner Maybe It’s Wrong A Crying Shame You Belong to Me Eyes Like Starlight I Wish I Was Andy The Spike in My Heart*

Colin Shea Like A Bird in Flight Last Night* The Chance to Be A Hero

Curtis Everett Crazy, Stupid, Out of My Mind Saints & Sinners* Pity The Men Sweet Little Beautiful

Frank Adler The Season Gone When the Night Falls What The Lightning Sees* In The Evening Light

Jack O’Malley Run, Run Rudolph

Jake Jensen The Love & Tenderness He Is My Song How You Scream My Name*

Jake Wyler Made to Be Mine*

James Mace Warm Up to Me* The King to Your Story

Jimmy Dobyne The Way You Did Last Night* We Drifted Away

Johnny Storm Blurring Truth Sweat Dripping Down Screaming Out Her Name This Hole in My Chest* But The Truth Is No Privacy* Things I Can’t Escape*

Kyle Heavy Into Your Arms Watch & See*

Lloyd Hansen When You Put Your Hands on Me We All Got Needs The Girls Come Easy*

Lucas Lee Keep Coming Back For More*

Matty “Me” My Only Friends Are Pirates*

Mike Weiss When I Crack That Whip* Even If It Hurts Devoted To You Searching Our Hearts

Mr. Freezy In Mysterious Ways* Your Greed Sold Me Out

Nick Gant The Look in Your Eyes

Nick Vaughan Breath on Me

Paul Diskant Take A Look* Paid My Dues

Ransom Drysdale No Good At All We Don’t Need No Thought Control* Begging For Mercy Forever & Ever Never Fallen From Quite This High Fear The Reaper*

Ryan Ackerman Losing Your Mind* I’ll Take the Pain

Steve Rogers Forevermore Being Poised Counting Stars A Heart Don’t Forget Just Pull the Trigger* Makes You Yearn

*Sebastian Stan*

Bucky Barnes Another Time & Place Take the Time*

Carter Baizen Sweat Dripping Down

Chase Collins Double Shot of Crown* Serving All This

Dayton White Cause We’re All Alone*

Jefferson Within Your Eyes An Open Page*

Lance Tucker Go Where You Go

Nick Fowler A Dizzy Head & A Grin

Steve Kemp The Devil on Her Team Diamonds in His Watch*

*Charlie Hunnam*

Jax Teller Break All the Rules Down on My Knees

*Jensen Ackles*

Dean Winchester He Offers Me Protection/Soldier Boy*

#moodboards #moodboards masterlist

[krirebr]

All of the drabble prompts I filled for my Krismas Party, gathered in one place.

Just Part of the Process - I Know I Should Know Better AU - Actor!Curtis Everett x PA!Reader

A Merry Little Christmas - Jake Jensen x gn!Reader

No Way of Knowing - More Than This What If - Ransom Drysdale x f!Reader

What if Reader was into it? - What You Can Do For Your Country What If - dark!Steve Rogers x f!Reader

Tell Me One Thing - More Than This What If - Steve Rogers x f!reader

Qu'est-ce Que C'est - continuation of Psycho Killer AU - dark!Ransom Drysdale x dark!Reader

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