#curtis everett x fem!reader

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Much Too Fast, Part 1

Summary:  Spotting Curtis Everett broke down on the side of the road, you just had to pick him up.  Didn’t you?

Pairings:  Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, hitchhiking, drinking, PIV sex, dry humping, fingering, squirting, mentions of oral sex, early indications of a D/s relationship, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5K

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A/N:  this is 100% one of @tis-thedamn-season​ brain.  Not going to lie...I love it!

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Looking at the clock in your car you sigh.  Getting closer to your destination every mile.  Putting more and more space between you and the place you used to call home.  This was the perfect opportunity to start a new life.  You weren’t even running from anything, you just wanted to see more.  Wanted to do more.  Moving to a new state, a bigger city, and to a possible beautiful home.

There were still so many doubts.  So many what if’s, but you were young.  Your parents told you that you needed to take the chances you were given.  Live life, and experience new things.  More than the little podunk town on the opposite side of the United States.  The east coast was going to give you more opportunities that is something you were sure of.  That you were positive.

The current hope you had was to make it to your last hotel before the rain started.  And then the last couple of hours to Boston.  One more sleep, and you would be there.  You needed to stay awake.  Stay alert, and hope for the best.

Curtis on the other hand is annoyed.  No service, and broke down on the side of the road.  The rumble of thunder makes him even more irritated.  He had just a few more hours on his mini road trip, and he would be home.  And then this stupid old car broke down.  He should have known better.  A mechanic taking a stupid dumb car.  Out in the middle of nowhere, with no fucking cell service.  

He couldn’t even remember why he needed to take this trip every year.  And in the predicament he’s in currently it just pisses him off.  He leans on the hood of the car, hoping that someone will see him stranded.  The chances were low.  He knew he was probably going to be staying the night in the backseat.  He was tired.  He was agitated.

You squint your eyes in the distance, seeing a figure leaning onto a car.  This is just like how every horror movie starts.  But you feel the need to pull over.  Slowing your Mini Cooper down, but staying on the road.  It was a small two lane road, and you hadn’t seen a car on here for miles.  

“Hey, uh…woah,” the man that approaches your car backs up quickly.  “Sorry, I know this is going to sound lame and dumb, but you’re a young girl out here alone, and I don’t want you to feel that I’m trying to take advantage of you or chop you up for…this isn’t making you feel better is it?” 

“No.  Not at all,” what he was saying didn’t make you feel better, but how he was saying it did.  “Are you having car trouble or do you normally just lean against your car hoping for someone to chop up?” 

“Ah, you caught me,” he leans over, trying to get a good view of you, but still standing far enough away.  “Although, my getaway car’s transmission went out.  There’s no cell service here.  Can’t even call my partner to come tow this damn car.”

“Your partner?” Curtis watches as your arm starts to relax a bit more.  The grip on your steering wheel loosens up.  

“Yeah, we own a garage together.”

“Imagine that, a mechanic with car trouble,” Curtis gives you a chuckle, stepping closer to your car.  “Not much of a mechanic are you?” His arms rest on your open window, and against your better judgment, you still don’t tense up.  “What are you doing out here?” 

“I go on a road trip for about two weeks every year.  I was almost home.  Heading to Newton.”

“Me, too,” Curtis’ eyes drift up and down your front.  He tries to make himself not look too much like a predator who had found its next prey, but you seriously were a gem.  Out here all alone, in your tiny little car, loaded up with piles of shit.  This car was too small for how much you had in here.

“Newton’s a few hours away, and it’s getting late.”

“Oh, I’ve got a hotel about twenty minutes up the road.  Um…do you need a ride?  I’m sure that they have a phone there.  Seeing how there’s no service.”

“Uh, did your daddy not teach you not to pick up strangers?” Of course he did, but somehow this handsome stranger was making you feel comfortable.

“Should I be scared?” 

“Of me?  No, but isn’t that what a killer would tell you?  I seriously mean you no harm, but I am questioning your judgment here.  You got pepper spray or anything?” Nodding your head, you dig around in your cup holder holding it up.  “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”

“You’re not making me feel better about this now.  But the GPS does say the hotel is just up the road, less than an hour to go.  Hand me your keys,” Curtis freely hands the car keys to you, and you stuff them in your doors pocket, unlocking the car, and letting Curtis clumsily get in.

Finally putting into perspective how long his legs are.  Cramping them up, and sitting uncomfortably beside you.  An adorable little giggle escapes your mouth, and he turns to glare at you, “You think this is funny?  Why in the world do you have this tiny little car?” 

“It’s adorable,” him squished up in the passenger seat was really adorable.

“It is useless for more than one person.  Where are you driving from?  Oh my god, how was this even comfortable?  This is terrible.  Please tell me this isn’t your only car.  If my daughter ever asks for one of these it’s not just a no, it’s a hell no,” the fact he was already talking about a future daughter oddly makes you tremble.  “What is the purpose of these cars?” 

“Some of us don’t have legs that go on for days.  You know, I didn’t even get your name?” 

“It’s Curtis.  And you are?” You quickly give him your name, and he shakes his head no, “You should be called Grace.”

“Why is that?” 

“Because, you and this tiny little car are my saving Grace.  Does she even get over fifty?” 

“Yes.  The bags of clothes in the back aren’t helping your space.  Your seat isn’t as far back as it could be.  Beggars can’t be choosers though.  I’m from Washington state by the way.  Why do you go on a road trip every year?” 

Curtis is constantly adjusting his seating.  Knees up higher than was normal, and pressing up against the dash of the car.  Twenty minutes wasn’t a long drive.  He could do this.  “Uh, just to get away.  Life can come at you fast.  Mine didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted it to.  Without getting too into anything, I helped a friend out.  We got ourselves stuck, drifted, and somehow remained friends, and we make it work.  We have to.”

“I’m not going to ask.”

“Please don’t,” Curtis looks out his window, appearing as if something was bothering him, but you didn’t want to pry.  If he wanted to tell you more he could.  But you know he won’t.  “So New England?” Finally he looks towards you, and you gulp.  Gripping tighter to the steering wheel.  Oddly trying to rub your thighs together.  He was handsome.  Too attractive.

“Yeah, sometimes you get tired of the same thing.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you, driving all the way out here for?  I’m assuming you’ve got something lined up?” His deep blue eyes coast up and down your body, noticing every tiny movement in you make with a smirk.  “Is there something wrong?” 

“No.  No, I uh — yeah, I’ve got something.  Gotta meet with them, and would uh have a place to um…to live.”

“Hmm, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules, huh?” You glance back over to Curtis, and he was still eyeing you like his prey.  His legs spread as much as they could, but in this tiny car, he couldn’t get the effect he was wanting.  He didn’t have to try to make you want him.  You wanted him.

“What?” 

Curtis chuckles, wiping his thumb and middle fingers on the sides of his beard.  You reach towards the air conditioner, turning it up.  “You picked me up, and the way you’re talking…are they putting you up in a house?” 

“Yeah.  What…what do you do in Newton?” Something had to change.  The topics had to go to something else besides you.  It was getting more difficult to drive and pay attention.  

“I told you, I’m a mechanic.  Gotta garage with my buddy, Jax.  We stay busy.  Blue collar work.  Beats the traveling bullshit.  I don’t get it.  Traveling for work.  Traveling because you want a vacation.  On your own.”

“Did you just get off a two week road trip?” 

He turns to look at you, that devilish grin still there, “I like you.”

“Why?” 

“Called me out on my own bullshit quickly.  A lot of people won’t do that.  They say I’m too argumentative.  I’m not.  I’m blunt, there’s a difference.  Isn’t that the damn hotel?” 

“Yeah,” you respond.  Turning into the hotel and the gravel crunches under your tires, and you hate that this is it.  Curtis was about to make a call, and get something worked out, and this would be it.  You grab your backpack, and walk in with Curtis.  

He allows you to check in before stepping up to the counter, “I need a room for the night.”

“I’m sorry, sir, we have no more vacancies.”

“There’s…can I just — I guess hang out in your lobby then.  I gotta call someone in the morning to help with my car, and…”

“I’m sorry, sir, no loitering.  Have a good evening,” she walks off, and goes back to her seat.  Picking up her phone, and letting Curtis know that the conversation was over.

“Just my luck.  Damn.  Thanks, here let me get you some money.  I’ll…hell, I don’t know, start walking.”

“It’s two in the morning,” biting at your lip, you know this is the most bizarre and ridiculous thing you have ever done.  He was nice.  He was hot as fuck.  And you were terrified.  Not of him, but of moving here.  Moving away from what you knew and into the unknown.  All the warnings you push back in your mind.  You had made it this far, and he hadn’t killed you.

“I know, darling.  I’ve been in worse places.”

“No, I mean…I’ve got a second bed,” Curtis cocks his brow up at you, and you slowly exhale.  It was okay.  You needed something random and fun tonight.  Needed to get out of your head, and Curtis looked like just the man.  And the worst he could say was no, and you would never see him again.

“Hey, it’s fine.  You’ve done plenty for me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“Then let me rephrase it; would you like to come up to my room for a drink? There’s a mini bar.”

“You’re testing fate?”

“I see a sexy man with nowhere else to go tonight.  And I want a drink with him.  There’s two beds,” he gives you a bow, and you start walking towards the elevators.  Everything's in slow motion.  Down to the roaming eyes of Curtis.  Licking his lips as he stares at you, and you are quaking.  

“C’mere,” he whispers when the elevator door closes, and you walk over to him.  His thumb brushes over your cheek gently.  Looking into your eyes as he traces your pouting lips, “You’re shaking.  I won’t hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.  There’s two beds, remember?” 

“I want to use one.”

“Then breathe,” the ding of the elevator has his hand drifting down your front, and grabbing your hand.  Starting to lead the way to the room.  “Key?” You hand him the key, and take your final breath.  You invited him.

The second the door closes, your hand glides up his chest, settling behind his neck, “No mini bar?” 

“Oh, that’s right,” he sighs when you step away from him, going to the bar to get two small bottles of liquor, “Tito’s or Jack Daniels?” 

“I’ll take my chances with Jack.  Join me on the bed?” He plops down, and taps on the bed.  Waiting on you to join him before lifting up his bottle, “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” you copy, drinking the vodka in one sip.  The little bit of alcohol was giving you a bit more of a confidence boost.  Looking up at him as you listen to him start to tell some story.  

You lean more into him, trying to listen to his words, but it is just static.  Curtis looks down at his lap, and his raspy voice moans.  You check to see what he was staring at, and your hand is palming him over his jeans on it’s own accord, “Is this okay?” You ask him with a pout.  Had you read all the signs wrong?  He knew what you were talking about, right?

“I knew exactly where this was going when you asked me for a drink.”

“Oh,” you start to move your hand, but Curtis grabs yours with his own mitt sized hand.  Placing it back over his swollen jeans, and starts your motions again.  “I don’t normally do this.”

“Me neither.  So lets for tonight, toss aside those pesky feelings telling us not to give into our primal needs as humans.  We’ve both been checking each other out tonight, so let’s act on those needs.  Okay?” You nod your head at him, adding a bit more pressure to your movement, “Why now?” He asks, groaning as he leans back on the bed.  Watching you enjoy his hardening member.

“I don’t want to be the person I was in Washington.  I want to have fun.  Be spontaneous.”

“Mmm,” his hips start rocking into the air with your movements.  When you start to undo his zippe, he tugs at your leg, guiding you to straddle him.  His giant sized hands rub up your thighs and to your ass, coaxing you to start grinding on him.

“So picking up men on the side of the road isn’t a normal thing?” 

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head with a smirk.  Getting more into the movements, and you pull off your shirt.  Reaching behind you to undo your bra, you let it fall to the floor as Curtis starts groping your tits.

“Well isn’t today my lucky day?”  Sitting up in bed, he pulls you closer to him.  Peppering kisses along your jaw, and creating a trail all the way to your mouth, and you whimper into him.  His length was right at your core, and he was throbbing.  Just as needy as you.  “You know what you’re doing.”

“Curtis,” you whine as your hips gyrate over him.  Making a mess of his pants already.  It had been awhile since you had sex.  He had his thick fingers gripping the spears of your ass, and pressing you harder on him.  “Do…do you…” you can hardly speak from the kisses he was continuing to assault you with.

“I always carry protection, don’t worry.”

“Curtis, you’re hard.”

“And you’re wet.  What are you going to do about it?” He gives both your nipples a quick pinch, and your movements pick up.  Riding on top of him like your life depended on it.

“I wanna come.”

“Just like this, little lady?” 

“Uh huh,” biting at your lip, you pout at him as you move.

“Then make yourself come.  Enjoy yourself.  I’m not a little boy, I can hold off,” he lets out a guttural moan when you circle your hips over him.  Guiding his hands to your tits, wanting him to play with you while you get off.  

You are soaked, and so close.  Right there.  Hands on his shoulders as your desperately rub one out over him.  Fire courses through your veins, and your movement stutters as the sweetest pleasure races through your veins.

“Thatta, girl,” reaching into his pocket, he pulls a packet out, and reads the expiration date, “Still good,” you crash your lips into his.  Hands rubbing over him before pushing off his jacket, while he yanks your jeans open.  

He flips you over onto the bed, and stands up.  Watching as you struggle to tug your jeans off, but Curtis reaches towards them, yanking both the jeans and panties off at once, hissing when you spread your legs apart.

“Good fucking, girl,” he walks out of his jeans, his cock making his boxer briefs look uncomfortably crowded.  He gives you a wink when he pulls his underwear down.  A thick and heavy cock springs up, and you yip, your legs starting to close.

“You changing your mind already?” 

“No,” you wanted him.  Wanted this.  But that cock was thick.  Almost able to envision the severe stretch he was going to give you.

“You can take it.  And if not, I can make it fit.  We can stop any time, okay?” You nod your head, trying to steady your breathing, “I need your words.  I need to know that you can stop me if you want to stop.”

“Yes.  We can stop at any time,” Curtis pops the packet in his mouth, giving the foil a tear.  His lithe fingers place the rubber on his tip, and he starts to roll it on.  Pressing his knee on the bed, he gives your leg a jerk down the bed, before his wide body kneels between your thighs.

Spitting on his Hanford before roaming his fingers through your folds, “You are drenched.  When did you first get wet?”

“Well…”

“It wouldn’t have been in the car, would it?  I saw you moving your legs,” he pushes two fingers into your weeping cunt while his palm stimulates your clit, “Oh my god.  What a tight little pussy we have here.  You hear that?” He pumps his fingers into you more vigorously.  Your wet heat was making the most vulgar and loud squelching sounds.

“You are a sloppy, little one.  Did I make you that wet?  Oh god, you need to be fucked good and hard, don’t you?” 

“Yes, please,” you beg.  It had been too long.  Almost two years.  One bad breakup had turned you away from men, but now he had you turning into a big slut.  His cock forgotten as he tries to ruin you.  Sex before was all about your boyfriend.  Curtis wanted your pleasure first.  “Please, Curtis.”

“She’s polite, too.  Oh, fuck, she’s a juicy one.  Mmm, I already feel you squeezing me.  Come on.  Uhh, come on,” his fingers curl, and he sets off at an earth shattering speed.  You try to close your thighs when you can’t take anymore, but Curtis shoves them back apart.  “Come on.  Give it to me.  When you come, I’ll fuck you.  You can do it.  Come for me.  You're so close.”

Your hands grab onto the comforter, and you grit your teeth, not wanting to be too loud.  And when you squirt onto his thighs, he keeps pumping.  “There ya go!  There’s a good fucking girl.  Just like that.”

“Oh fuck.’

“That’s what I’m going to do,” getting closer to you, he slaps his cock over your clit, “You still want this?” 

“Yes, please.”

“She is well behaved,” your mouth goes slack as Curtis pushes through your entrance.  Slowly splitting you open as you whimper.  “Holy shit.  My god, you’re a tight little thing.”

“Don’t stop,” you plead as he slows his motion.  “All the way, please,” Curtis continues his journey into your body.  Not stopping until he slides all the way in.  You lift off the bed, staring at where the two of you connect.  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m giving your cunt a moment to stretch, little lady.  You okay?” You furrow your brows, biting your lip as you nod.  “You never had a big dick like this?” 

“It’s like a fucking traffic cone,” Curtis’ eyes close as he chuckles at you.  

“A traffic cone?” 

“It’s so much bigger at the base.  How…how did you get it in there?” 

“And looka here,” his hand rubs over a bump on your stomach, “You feel me all the way in your belly, huh?  That right there is where I’m at.  So you want this traffic cone to fuck you?”

“My god, yes!” 

“Mmm,” his hands rub up and down your thighs.  Giving the tops of your legs the sweetest little tickles before sliding to the backside of your knees.  Lifting your legs before slamming them on the bed beside your body.  Keeping you good and spread so he can watch himself spear into you.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate.  Drawing himself all the way out before plunging back in.  Your hands hold onto his wrists, and you make the most beautiful desperate sounds.  Scratching down his forearms when he picks up his speed.  It felt as if he was pounding his entire weight into you.  Bouncing you further up the bed.

He would love to see you riding his cock, but your pitiful little whimpers and whines of his name have him addicted.  You are reactive.  He gets to see your tits rock with the pounds into you.  He didn’t do this shit.  And after the year he had, it was what he needed.  He needed this warmth.  He hadn’t felt more alone and all while he was with someone, and you were just what he needed.

He hadn’t felt this wanted in a while.  Sex was treated as more of a chore.  Not this desperate need to get off.  It hadn’t been exciting.  It was predictable.  It was when she needed it.  But you are receiving every bit of him.  With the way you are pouting at him, and keeping your eyes only on him, he knows he could have you doing whatever he wanted you to.

Completely into a submissive role, and you didn’t even know him.  “Curtis!” Your whispered screams are giving him life.  The walls of your cunt flutter around him making him completely weak.  He wanted to keep you around.  Newton wasn’t too big.  But just one night was never going to be enough. 

“Curtis!”  Whining out his name as your head tilts back.  

“You keep…keep squeezing me like that, and I’m not — not going to last,” he pants out.  He had never felt someone react like this.  “Let go, little darling.  Let go for me.”

Your pussy quivers, and legs tremble as the hardest orgasm he has ever witnessed from a woman flows through your body.  You clench around him, and his forehead collapses on your shoulder.  Letting your pussy milk him dry.  Hugging every part of him perfect, convulsing around him so hard that he didn’t have to fuck you.  Your walls make sure every drip of his spend fills up the condom, and he can only deeply breathe on you.

“That.  Was.  Incredible.  You breathing?” 

“Barely,” you choke out.  “How many condoms do you have?” 

“Sorry.  I just got the one.  Whew,” he sits back up in the bed, and slowly pulls out of you.  Your cream coated his length so thickly.  “My god.  Oh my god.  I didn’t want to leave you.”

Leaving your legs spread, your eyes start to drift closed.  He figures you have been driving for a long time.  You look so peaceful, comfortable.  Letting your gaping hole be fully visible for him to gaze at.  When he starts to lay on the other bed, you jolt up, “Sleep in this bed.”

“There’s two beds.”

“Then we’ll sleep in that one.  This one is messy,” Curtis shakes his head with a smile.  Pulling the blankets down in the other bed before picking you up bridal style. 

“Fine, you twisted my arm.  I need you to have at least panties on.  Where’s a clean pair?” 

“Backpack,” he pulls on his own underwear before bringing your backpack over to you.  “Where are you going?” 

“You need water.  Panties.  Then sleep.”

“Okay,” you even shimmy your shoulders.  It didn’t take much to make you happy.  He definitely wanted to see you again.  Maybe start from the beginning and take you out on a date.  Spend some time together before he tells you about his complicated life.  But for tonight, he was just going to lay down beside you.  

Sending a text to Jax, he crawls in the bed with you.  He didn’t know why you are so comfortable, but holding a soft woman for the night isn’t something he was going to complain about.  He was just going to let you sleep.  Rest.  Tomorrow was a new day.

Pulling into the beautiful home, you crumple up that piece of paper, and toss it into the floorboard.  You knew it was too good to be true, and are slightly annoyed for getting your hopes up.  He was a man that you picked up on the side of the road, and had the best sex of your life.  Curtis was generous enough to leave his number on the pad of paper at the hotel, but you woke up alone.  Nothing was stolen, so you are thankful for that, and that you are still alive.

And now it was back to the reason why you were here.  A ridiculously large house, and what waits inside.  They had to be rich.  A well dressed woman, holding a baby, swings the door open wide.  Her arm flails around as she waves to you, “Oh my gosh!  I was so scared that you wouldn’t come, and you are early.  Come on, please.  Hey,” she gives you a strong handshake, and then makes her baby wave to you.  

“Ah!!  I’m so glad to finally meet you.  I’m Tati, and this sweet, beautiful, perfect, and angelic little thing is Poet.  But she will also go by Poe.  Poe, can you say hey,” the baby babbles a bit, but a hey does come out.  “So, I know this kind of a last minute thing.  We gotta wait on my…husband.  I’m having to fly out unexpectedly.  Oh, but don’t think that you have to definitely take the job.  My parents said they can help.  He’s taking the day off.  Uh, so first things first, if you say yes, you will have the pool house.  It’s a fully functioning house.  I don’t travel too often, but a fair amount.  The times that I do, at night, her daddy will have her.”

“Dada,” Poet whispers.  She giggles a bit before hiding her face on her mom’s shoulder.  Slowly peeking over at you grinning, and you give her a sweet smile.

“Obviously the whole house you will have access to.  Poet’s room is downstairs.  Your background check is impeccable, you’re up to date with your immunizations, speak French.  Honestly on paper you’re perfect, so I’m expecting you to have some flaws somewhere.  Anyways, ahh!  Sweet girl, guess who is here?” She looks out the window, smiling down at her adorable baby.

“Dada!  Aye!” 

“Yay!!  Daddy is going to be with you all day today.  How exciting!”

“Aye!” She claps her hands.  Her mouth moving with no words.  She was a daddy’s girl.

You turn towards the door with Tati, and your heart drops.  In walks the sexiest man that you have ever met.  The man that you could still feel all over you.  The man that had left you early in the morning, leaving you alone.  The man who was your possible employer’s husband.

“Curtis, I hate to do this.  But I got called out at the last minute.  You know.  Anyways, thank you for taking the day off.  I’ll be back in two days.  If you decide you want the job, Curtis can give you all the lock codes.  I left a list of Poe’s medicine’s and allergies on the fridge.  Emergency numbers on the hall calendar.  There’s a book with all the main contact numbers on it, but Curtis can show you everything else.  Eeee!! I hope you decide to stay.  Poe can’t quit looking at you.  I think that she likes you.  Anyways, bye my sweet angel.  Ah, you’re such a saving grace.  Thank you so much.  Bye.”

She gives Curtis a kiss to his cheek before grabbing her suitcase by the door.  Continuing to blow kisses to her baby as she walks out, and you and Curtis are left staring awkwardly at one another.

“Dadadadada.”

“I’m her daddy.”

“Mhmmm,” that much was obvious.  What wasn’t obvious was that he was married as he was fucking into you last night.  You even gave him in the middle of the night head, and he fingered you back to sleep.

“Oh, so we’re going to be like that now?  I had you saying please all night last night.”

“Ugh,” this was a bad idea.  Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.  Nothing was going to be different here.  It was always going to be the same.

“Can you at least let me explain?  You gotta.  Look at this beautiful girl.  Poet Isabella, can you tell Grace, please?” 

“Peas,” she whispers, her chunky little legs kicking around.

“You can’t say no to that.  When you said please, didn’t I listen?” He might have listened, but he left out that he was married.  He was fucking married to your maybe employer.  He was married, and he was inside of you.

“This…this is very different and you know,” he shrugs his shoulders.  Walking over to a fenced in area, and he sits his daughter down.  His eyes looking at her, completely ignoring you.  “Fine.  Explain.”

“What happened to those manners?” Oh, he was an asshole.  You didn’t have to listen to this.  Didn’t have to put up with this, and then he purposefully places his left hand where you can see it, and you sit down on the couch.

“Please, explain.”

“Thatta girl.”

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Sixteen Tons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Muscle and Blood

Pairing: Miner!Curtis Everett x Witch!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS A HORROR FIC, Discussion of death, graphic depiction of someone bleeding out, 1890s coal mining town aesthetic in the modern day, strong pro-union opinions, Pentecostal Christianity, Appalachian Gothic Horror, Cosmic Horror, See future chapter warnings for additional tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Chapter Summary: The world melts away, rots into dirt and decay, and as a garden grows untended, you find your gifts crowding out the rest of your life.

We all know that the only light in the deep dark is a paycheck. So hush. Count your blessings, boy. Roof over your head, food on the table, diesel and grease, work boots on the porch, crippled back, crumbling joints, and silence. Company and even union, tuck you in, shut you up, and leave you to rot. And God damn it, you’d better be grateful. - Old Gods of Appalachia Episode 3: The Covenant

Notes: This fic also serves as a sort of direct sequel to Glory, Amen, in that the reader is technically the daughter of Pastor and Ma Rogers, but uses a pseudonym outside of the home she grew up in. The song referenced in this chapter is No Glory, by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. They're wonderful, so check them out!

At the time of publishing this chapter, the Family Sleepover, Down in the Valley is still ongoing! Please come by and check it out as we celebrate spooky season all year ‘round!

Also, in this house we support Unions.

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Curtis Everett is going to die.

‘Course, everything dies, eventually. Much as you loathed sittin’ through your daddy’s sermons, you knew the truth in ‘em — death is a prize every livin’ being, regardless of sapience or the desire to be, ought to aspire for.

Death is the gift of all gifts, your daddy would proclaim from his bone-and-antler pulpit, the final gesture of our loving Lord and Savior — an’ of course, you, your sisters, your momma, your daddy and a few others your daddy claimed were kinfolk on his side were just… all the guides meant to introduce all manner of worldly beings too blind t’understand just how precious that kind of oblivion was to the glory of that final, permanent end.

Still.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Curtis Everett is going to die in your kitchen, his own pickaxe embedded in his chest, the final desperate pumps of his pierced heart pouring blood all over that pretty linoleum you didn’t actually like keepin’ in your kitchen an’ probably would tear up after you came to terms with never feelin’ like you could scrub away the remnants of him.

You watch it play out before you like you’ve done plenty of times before, the course of Curtis Everett’s life written in scars yet t’be earned, bruises waitin’ to bloom on flesh that has known little more than the danger an’ dread of coal dust for as long as you have known him.

You also watch him sittin’ in your clinic, for once not complainin’ as you finish cleaning and re-wrappin’ the thankfully not festering burn he’d been dutifully lettin’ you treat — per your own professional orders — for the past week-and-a-half, Looks like it’s healin’ nicely, but it’ll probably scar.

It’s not the first scar he’s earned in Snowpiercer, but it’s certainly not goin’ to be the last. You’ve been countin’ down the months — and injuries — to that particular worry for a while. The ones you can help him avoid — the ones he listens to you about — you warn against, and the ones he can’t escape, you patch up. The same as you would anyone in Snowpiercer, bein’ the company’s own doctor as you are.

Your momma’d scold you up, down an’ sideways if she knew what you were doin’, interferin’ with the predestined path of men as you watched ‘em struggle, suffer, an’ eventually succumb. But your momma wasn’t here to know, an’ ever if she was, your momma’d never be able to understand just what sorta poison of a gift it was she’d saddled you with.

Death is a Rogers daughter’s birthright, even if they themselves were more often than not denied the majesty of its truest gift. You were not born into this life to die, but to be a guardian of it, to guide the walkin’ dead makin’ their way beyond the borders of that ol’Holler you’d been born in through the trials of judgment an’ that precious, ultimate verdict.

You were not, your momma woulda reminded, voice sharp as the trowel she always kept at her side, garden bloomin’ by her stern hand, meant to shield ‘em from the pains of life — an’ the lessons to be gleaned from ‘em!

Anythin’ you want me to do with it? Curtis Everett’s question breaks you out of your bitterness, reminds you of the more pressin’ responsibilities you chose. You turn to watch him, lookin’ at him as if you might just need a moment to remember the exact instructions you ought to give for his wound care.

Except that’s not what you give, is it?

‘Stead, you look over Curtis Everett’s work-weary expression, the quest dread in his eyes at the prospect of needin’ to manage yet one more thing, one more purchase at the Company Store, one more burden to bear, Just come by every evenin’. I’ll keep the coal dust outta them wrappin’s for you.

You know full well you’ll need to work late t’take care of it — an’ t’clean the coal dust outta your clinic — but it’s better you than him.

Least, that’s what you tell yourself, as Curtis Everett’s shoulder relax, relief floodin’ those work-weathered features you’ve almost started memorizing by this time, makin’ the sleep you will almost certainly lose tomorrow and the remainder of this week worth it.

It must always be worth it.

By the time you leave your clinic, barrin’ the doors for  the night, even the moon’s started its settin’, leaving the town in near-pitch darkness. You might’ve — if you were young an’ naïve enough — equated the darkness around you to a mineshaft, if mineshafts still had the privilege of fresh air to reward you for breathin’.

Not on Company Time.

Wiser folk than you might’ve considered stayin’ indoors ‘til sunup. Maybe even considered the merits of puttin’ a cot in your office to avoid havin’ to brave the deep woods durin’ the Witchin’ Hour, everyone more than aware of what sorta shadows lurked beyond the borders of a sad little minin’ town — an’ what sorta shadows would encroach upon those borders the moment they got the chance.

You… ain’t got much time t’think about that now though, not when you catch sight of the figure lurkin’ by the road, the only path there is t’ween your two worlds — the Clinic and the House. Everett?

There he is, hands jammed into the pockets of his overcoat, lurkin’ by the lone streetlamp Pierce an’ Rumlow’d finally seen fit to install in this part of town, after you’d spent about four years complainin’. Too late to be walkin’ back alone, Doctor, he tells you, almost sheepishly, expression invisible in the darkness — and yet you know exactly how his lips have curved into a half-smile you might’ve been quick to return had you seen it in the daytime, Figured I’d walk you back up as thanks for stayin’  late for me.

You can’t help yourself, really — you smile at him right back, the corners of your mouth tickin’ up despite the cruelty playin’ out before your eyes, at least until you remember yourself an’ blink away the vision, If I kept the same hours as you pit boys, nobody’d be gettin’ patched up. Now you best not be tellin’ me you were lurkin’ out here in the pitch dark an’ cold waitin’ for me t’finish my notes and close up, Curtis Everett.

Maybe you ought not have put words in his mouth — or taken ‘em out, as the case may be — as he shrugs at you and flashes you a grin you cannot see but are certain of, Then I won’t, Doctor.

An’ with that, he starts off back down the road, towards the lights still spillin’ from the windows of your boarding house, hummin’ some ol’ work song you only halfway knew the words too. An’ you watch him go on for longer than you should, takin’ in the sight of his silhouette slowly becomin’ part of the gloom.

You catch up soon enough, keepin’ up with his long, languid strides as if by some miracle, your own steps quick and harried. There are moments you wonder how a man like Curtis Everett — always managin’ to tower over everyone in the room, includin’ Superintendent Wilford an’ that lady Minister Mason he’d installed over at  the Tabernacle of the Iron Gospel — ever really managed to fit in the mines this whole sad sack of a town was built around.

Shouldn’t have stayed out waitin’ for me, you scold with a good-natured ribbin’, not really meaning to chastise… but worry instead, You’ll’ve missed dinner call, Everett.

So’ve you, Doctor, he counters, the burr of laughter in his voice makin’ you roll your eyes an’ put on a scowl you barely mean — mostly cuz you hate feelin’ so outwitted, but no one dare make you admit it.

I’m allowed to be late, I own the place, you argue right back, a rebuttal that earns you another low chuckle, a sound you’re only used to hearin’ from Curtis on rare occasion — earnin’ you a burn of pride in your chest at hearing it now.

You really ought not do this, you know. But here you are, comfortable in the cold silence of the deep night, hands jammed into your coat pockets, walkin’ alongside Curtis Everett with all the calm an’ ease of dear friends.

Glancing at him. Looking without lookin’, pretendin’ you don’t know what you’ll see when you—

You know better, is the bottom line. You know you ought to know better — hell, you know your momma taught you better.

In the corner of your vision, Curtis Everett bleeds his last on your linoleum floor.

In front of you? Curtis Everett hums a work song an’ walks with you through the gloom, right up to the gold-light gleam of your doorstep an’ into your kitchen, the ghosts of the future fadin’ into an approaching dawn.

An’ maybe that’s enough.

Company House — its true name barely in use by you or your boarders, halfway for your own protection an’ halfways cuz it’s just easier — is a handsome-enough structure, nothin’ like that ramblin’ greenhouse you’d sprouted in, a bloom in your momma’s garden.

No. Company House — name lost an’ purpose found — on the other hand, is yours. All yours.

A loomin’ thing, the house cuts through the nighttime gloom like a lighthouse, every window on its main story burstin’ with light. Built on a hill overlookin’ the town proper, it served as home an’ hearth for any miner ineligible for the pretty pre-built housin’ developments south of the mine, where Pierce & Rumlow… rewarded those willin’ to produce more bodies to throw into that gapin’ wound the combine’d carved into the mountainside with such luxuries as driveways, fences, mortgages, an’ obligations.

It was just the way you liked it. Home for the lonely an’ the friendless — least that’s how it sounded in town, if someone dared ask Minister Mason about the mountain fortress an’ the ‘Godless Heathens’ inhabitin’ it. The Iron Gospel she preached ran on the blood an’ bones of its congregation, on family an’ obligation, on ties that bind whole generations to the mine.

A Gospel that had no room for the wholly different kinda worship that comes from strangers sittin’ round a table breakin’ bread an’ formin’ bonds. On brotherhood an’ union, on wantin’ somethin’ better that the paltry concessions afforded by minders with plenty of money t’provide more. You knew it then from your daddy’s own congregation an’ those Sunday suppers your momma arranged each week. You know it now from the warm surety of Curtis Everett’s hand on your arm, keepin’ you from losin’ your footing on that trick step you ain’t had time to fix — I can get Ed to take care of that tomorrow — and the sound of hurried conversation bubbling outta your front parlor, house still buzzin’ with life.

Shit, Curtis’s swearing nearly startles you outta your skin all over again as you both stand on the front porch, stompin’ the day’s coal dust off your shoes, forgot there was meeting tonight. Foreman’s gonna have words for me, no doubt.

You’re allowed t’be late, for walkin’ me home, you tell him, letting the light of the house illuminate your smile as you open the front door.

Meeting is a cute word for it — s’the way things go, get the lonely and the friendless to start airin’ grievances an’ suddenly they ain’t so lonely nor so friendless anymore. A man with a wife and children might think twice about givin’ the company a reason to tear away the roof over his family’s head, divin’ into his future tomb day after day, respirator an’ headlamp in hand, but a man with nothin’ to lose is a man with a bone to pick with the only industry in town capable of puttin’ food in his belly on a daily basis — so long as he survived to see his next meal. Unions, you got used to hearin’ back in your own holler, are the Lord’s way of puttin’ His protection back into a man’s own hands.

Too bad them folks at P&R’d forgotten that sorta conventional wisdom.

Tonight’s union meeting is just about comin’ to a close when you and Curtis walk in, a cracked joke derailing whatever Gilliam’s supposed agenda had left to cover. You’re late, the old man half-scolds, room hushed by his disappointment as all eyes turn to you and the union leader you know you’re already being accused of distracting.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Ignoring the raised voices that begin in your wake — and unwilling to get between two men in the middle of a union dispute — you make yourself proper scarce, disappearing into the kitchen. Between running the clinic and  the house, you’re run halfway ragged, but you do cheer quietly upon seeing two foil-covered plates sitting in the fridge — Yona keeps true to her eternal word, making sure nobody goes hungry if she’s got the time and the ingredients.

The sound of someone entering the kitchen while you’re putting plates in the warmer don’t surprise you much — someone was bound to follow you into this place eventually — but you don’t turn around, not immediately.

Not ‘til Curtis Everett clears his throat, Thought I smelled food.

You sure  you ain’t part bloodhound, smellin’ it all the way out there?

There. Another burr of laughter, low in his throat, and another burn of pride.

They calm down out there? You wave your hand toward the general direction of the parlor, noting the distinct lack of raised voices now that the warmer’s stopped beepin’ at you.

It’s my fault — should’ve told ‘em I’d be late.

They worried?

He’s quiet at that, the silence sittin’ heavy on both your shoulders while you move around the kitchen some more, collectin’ utensils and glancin’ back at him occasionally, waiting.

Finally — Gilliam’s steppin’ down. Nobody wants the job — company’s made sure of that.

You set the platter in front of him, to quiet thanks, He still want you to take over?

He don’t need to answer. You see it again, written all over his face — someone’s gotta do it.

The rest of the meal is… quiet. Heavy. Uncomfortable. A silence neither of you are willin’ to break, coupled with glances neither of you are willin’ to admit to, brows furrowed and thoughts elsewhere. Barely tasting the food, just glad to have something to busy your mouths with, ‘stead of trying to hold a conversation neither party wants t’have or worse — trying to change the fuckin’ subject, with both your minds trapped on the things you’d rather not think about.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Everything dies, eventually. You rationalize it between bites, teeth on tongue to keep the scream of it all held in your chest. Everything dies, including Curtis Everett. Including Gilliam — whose death you’ve pre-emptively forgiven certain parties for. Including Yona — whose hands will evidence endless adventures before she lays down for that final rest, satisfied an’ satisfying. Everything dies. Includin’ Curtis Everett.

Curtis Everett, who will take on the work. Who, in three weeks’ time, will be back in your clinic, bullet in his shoulder an’ strike unbroken. Company infuriated.

One injury closer.

You open your mouth, about to do the unthinkable, disappointment and poisoned bloom — everythin’ dies, but Curtis Everett deserves to choose — when the music finally registers with you both.

Music. And singing. And laughter.

The kitchen door slams open hard enough to rattle the plates in the cupboard, Yona’s wild presence in the doorway, Come on!

No explanation. No answers. You’ll have t’see it to know it.

Curtis glances back at you, brow raised an’ hackles too. Better make sure they’re behavin’ out there, is all you give in response to it, on your feet in a flash, empty dishes in hand.

He lingers, eyes on you. Imposes his will with his presence, You need help with the dishes?

Let him stay.

You don’t.

S’two plates an’ a couple mugs. I’ll be fine — you go, keep an eye on ‘em for me.

He’s so fast — behind you in a flash. How does a man so tall an’ so full of presence move so fast?

Got no time  for answering that, not when his hand’s on your shoulder and you’re glancin’ back at him without thinkin’, waiting. Come out there when you’re done or Yona’ll never let either of us hear the end of it.

An’ neither will I, is what he doesn’t say. Not aloud, at least, stepping back only when you nod.

It don’t stop you from hearin’ it though, playin’ on loop in your mind all the way through dishes, through cleanin’ up your kitchen, through makin’ good on your word an’ takin’ that cautious walk to your parlor, where the sound of stompin’ boots joins in with the chorus of voices pouring outta your record player, blessedly drownin’ out all manner of conscious thought.

Take me down to that red dirt road Where all them white tails, white tails roam

The parlor is abuzz with life, a hive of movement as you take in rearranged furniture an’ the slowly climbin’ beat of stomping boots coupled with clapping hands, ring of bodies circlin’ the room, all watching Tanya — up from the General Store like always, on behalf of the widows this town left behind — in her valiant attempt to tutor Edgar in the complexities an’ social conventions of a good ol’ fashioned barn dance.

I don’t belong in a big coal town Can’t hear my Lord in all that sound

You almost manage t’become part of that ring of onlookers, slippin’ past the disapproval ruining Gilliam’s face, but turns out no one escapes Curtis Everet, work-hardened fingers winding around your wrist an’ pulling you back, Thought I was gonna have t’come rescue you from the sink, and now there’s no getting away, nor are you feelin’ quite so keen on it anymore.

Not when he looks at you like that.

Wanna show ‘em how it’s done, Doctor?

You dance, Everett? Since when? And since when did Curtis Everett become capable of smiling so sweet he just might fool you into saying yes?

Hell — what gave him the right?

Well I’ve had my fill, of concrete floor Where all them highways, them highways grow

You don’t get a chance to ask too many questions of him, not when he’s pullin’ your fool self right into the center of that cleared floor, sayin’ somethin’ about secrets you barely catch before he’s turnin’ you about an’ you gotta start paying some fucking attention.

There ain’t no glory None that I see None to compare Your love for me

‘Course, you’ve danced before — your daddy might’ve been a fire an’ brimstone preacher up at that bone an’ antler pulpit but he wasn’t a fool — but barn dances an’ church revivals don’t do shit t’prepare you for the rush, for the easy pressure of Curtis Everett’s hands on you, for the peal of laughter that pours outta your throat before you get a chance to think about it the moment he spins you out an’ catches you back with entirely too much ease.

He surprises you and doesn’t at the same time, sure hands and steady feet, both of you catching on to the rhythm quickly as the rest of the room drums the beat, a cacophony of work boots strikin’ the floor in a steady pattern, You gonna answer my question properly, Everett, you accuse him and he pulls you closer, smile on your face betrayin’ any anger you might be feigning.

I’m full of surprises, Doctor.

My days are few, my time is near But I know God will take my fear

He keeps his hands respectful, holdin’ one of your high and keepin’ the other at the small of your back, but there’s nothin’ either of you can — or want to, you’re startin’ to realize — do about the closeness, about the way you can’t stop looking up at him and the stormclouds in his eyes, like you’re seeing them for the first time. Really seeing them, that is.

It’s somethin’. Hypnotic.

The chorus turns into a loop, a rising swell of voices joinin’ your thudding heartbeat, lips parting to ask another question, make another joke, feel that burr of laughter against your chest, feel hands fallin’ from the glory of God to meet a different kinda worship, feel fingers curl into his coat like a lifeline.

He holds your cheek. He draws you in.

His mouth slides over yours like an invitation, your lips parting like an acceptance, like forgetting, like surrender. The music does not slow, but you do, fallin’ into the languid ease of hungry breathlessness, like you could find answers in the sweep of a tongue against yours, in the tightening of his grip on your back, in the wall of him around you.

Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me

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To Love Is To Be Selfish

Summary: Curtis has a bad day, and comes to terms with himself.

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female!Reader

Word count: I have no idea, I wrote this on my phone

Warnings: PTSD, sad Curtis, fluff, my sleepy ramblings and other things.

A/N: I had a Curtis thot and you will deal with it.

Curtis was having a bad day. You knew it from the way his scowl sat a little deeper in his forehead than normal. You also knew better than to try to talk it out, he wasn't there yet. He was the "suffer in silence" type and needed support in silence.

It's night time, and he's standing out on the porch of your home, looking off into the abyss of the sky. You're quiet as you approach him, but not too quiet to startle him. And you stand there with him. You both look out at the vast landscape, saying nothing as you stand shoulder to shoulder.

Curtis appreciated that you didn't try to make him talk. You were just there, and that's exactly what he needed. He just wanted you to be there.

The minutes tick by slowly, the stars shift slightly in their places and the trees sway in the breeze. He feels the warmth of your hand gliding over the back on his. He notes how soft your palm his compared to the weathered skin of his knuckles.

Sucking in a deep breath, he watches your gentle hand, a hand that has done no evil, curl around his tainted paw. As much as he wanted to save you from staining yourself with his sins, his greed for your love won't let him. His fingers slot through yours, his rough palm pressed flat against yours in an earnest hold.

When your head leaned against his shoulder, Curtis had to fight the urge to swallow you whole. He needed this. It was selfish of him, but he did. After all he did for himself on the train, he wanted you for himself too.

Tilting his own head to rest on yours, he shut his eyes tightly. You didn't have to look to know he was crying. The shaky exhale and slight tremble in his frame told you everything you needed to know. You didn't look, and he loved you for it.

"I love you," he croaked softly. It made you smile weakly.

"I love you too," you whispered back.

Those words alone could sustain him for the rest of his life. He wants drink them down and feast on them when he desires. And with you, that's all he feels: desire. The desire to love you, the desire to be loved, the desire for tenderness, for sweetness, for cleanliness, for light touches and heavy kisses, for a family, for a home — for you.

He felt the primal cry for more.

And Curtis Everett was nothing if not selfish.

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Curtis Everett x Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Summary: The team up no one saw coming! Except now they're coming on you! And by "you" I mean @fineanddandy cause I wrote this for her 3k/35th birthday celebration 🖤🖤🖤 😘😘😘

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, choking kink, breathplay, dacraphilia, pet names (sweetheart, pet), degradation kink, vaginal sex (unprotected, creampie), cum eating, anal play, spanking

a/n: holy shit it was so hard getting this out. I hit writers block so fucking hard. I literally have 10 different documents full of ideas for where I wanted this to go and none of it was working. but for some reason !!! tonight my brain went nah I got you, and I typed this out in like 2-3hrs?? so I hope you like it! I'm only sad I couldn't do more tbh 🥺🖤

unbeta'd, edited by me. if you see any errors, no you didn't :)

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"Nope. Hell no. There's no way I'm fitting that thing in my mouth."

Your manicured nail gestures up and down at the monstrosity leaking in front of your face.

"I appreciate the compliment, pet," Thor laughs and leans back on the couch. He rests arms behind his head, making his massive biceps bulge more.

All the machismo and raw power dripping from this man alone should be enough to intimidate you, but you're not easily swayed.

"What am I supposed to do? Unhinge my jaw like a fucking snake?"

"Or you could shut the fuck up and do it already."

The clinking of ice against glass draws your attention to Curtis standing at the penthouse suite's fully stocked bar. You wish he would go back to silently judging you from across the room, the fucking prick.

He sips his drink as you stare daggers.

"You want to come over here and do it then, boss?"

Thor looks his way and tosses up an eyebrow because of course the Big Slut is down.

Curtis grimaces and downs the rest of his drink, leaving it on the bar top.

"No thank you. I'm not interested in a mouthful of protein shake tonight."

He pushes up the sleeves of his gray henley, making his way over to your pouting self as Thor guffaws above you.

"Now c'mon, sweetheart, don't be shy. Open wide."

Curtis yanks the back of your hair with one hand once you're within reach, taking advantage of your open mouth gasping in pain to shove it down over Thor's bulbous head.

"That's it, good girl."

Your jaw is screaming around the blond's girth, tears already pooling at the corners of your eyes.

Curtis' grip on your head doesn't loosen but he waits for you to collect yourself. It takes a moment, but soon you're breathing through your nose and drooling on Thor's cock.

"Ah, look how pretty those tears are, my little pet."

Thor's deep baritone rumbles through you, almost like an electric current sending a shock to your cunt.

Your full lips ache as you suckle around his cockhead, the taste of him salty and sweet and pooling on your tongue.

It's uncomfortable but not unpleasant taking him like this, running your tongue over his sensitive head, bobbing as much as you can with Curtis' hand on your head. Your hands envelop what you can't reach, using the copious amount of drool pouring from your lips to ease the glide.

"So cute. Those little hands can't go all the way around, can they?"

You make a show of trying your hardest to touch your fingers to your thumb, but you can't and your tightened grip makes Thor chuckle and groan, more of his slick oozing into your stuffed mouth.

Curtis sees a flash of your smirk at Thor's reaction and pulls you off of his length before shoving you down a few more inches. He growls low in his chest, gripping you tighter as you sputter around the sudden invasion, only having gotten a couple gasps of air into your lungs.

"You think this is a game, little girl. Your instructions were to take his cock down your fucking throat, stop fucking around."

Thor pets your cheek as more tears fall. You'd like to think his aim is to soothe you, but the fucker just spreads those tears around, collects them on his thumb and brings it to his mouth to suck clean.

"Delicious."

You're about halfway down his cock with an entire fist still sitting under your lips, your throat pulsing around his tip.

"Suck, sweetheart. Do what good little fuckdolls do and maybe we'll give you a nice bonus."

You distantly hear a zipper coming down.

Just inside your peripherals you see Curtis pulling his thick cock out of his jeans, fisting it so slowly it almost feels menacing.

Your mind is already floating, your eyes struggling to stay open as you force yourself down further, sucking and jerking and rubbing your hand over him. The slick sounds matching Thor's groans and making the wet spot on your panties grow.

Curtis leans down next to your ear, dropping his hand from his cock to wrap around your throat.

"Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. You look so beautiful gagging on cock. Doing what you were made for."

He gives your throat a squeeze. Thor groans above you, the loudest one yet. You stroke his length faster, harder, determined to suck his fucking soul out of his balls.

When all of a sudden Curtis lets go of your hair and you're being lifted up off your knees, your hands falling to Thor's hips to steady yourself.

Thor's cock falls from your mouth and lands with a wet slap on his abs. You cough and sputter, gasping for breath and confused.

"Curtis what -"

You feel the bottom of your dress being flipped up, your panties pulled down to your knees, and in one smooth motion Curtis shoves his cock into your cunt.

You scream, falling forward from the force. Curtis gives you a moment to adjust to his thickness spreading your walls, just like he did with Thor's cock. He's mean but not impatient. He knows you can take it.

Thor's cock bobs in your face like a cobra waiting to strike.

"You did such a good job, darling," Thor's accented praise sends a shiver through you. His meaty paw wraps around his cock and he strokes it, meeting Curtis' gaze over your shoulder for a moment before tapping it on your spit-slick bottom lip.

"Open up. Let me see those pretty lips around my cock again."

You hesitate for just a moment, already feeling sore from taking him the first time.

Curtis lands a quick, hard smack to your ass.

"He said 'open'. Be good. Don't make me hold you down again."

You don't know if you sob or moan but you do listen and take Thor's cock into your mouth once again.

Curtis begins to move then, gripping your hips tight as he slams into you hard over and over. Taking his time opening you up until you're pushing back against him.

Thor's eyes are heavy and lidded as he watches you bounce in Curtis' cock. He reaches for your breasts, your nipples hanging taut and begging to be pinched and squeezed by his thick fingers.

You moan around his cock, the stimulation on both sides is building in your core and Curtis can feel it, can see how creamy your pussy is around his cock as his thrusts quicken.

"So fucking tight. Fucking pussy's like a vice. You gonna come for me? Does she deserve to come?"

Curtis' question to Thor makes your eyes snap open, begging and pleading with your mouth full of his cock to let you come.

"What do you say, pet, should I let you come?"

You're sobbing around his cock, rocking violently in time with Curtis' hips digging into you, slapping against your ass at a brutal pace now.

Thor wipes the tears from your eyes with one hand and pulls his cock from your mouth, using his wet hand to fist his cock.

"Beg, pet. Beg nicely and you'll get my cream as well."

"Please, please let me come. I'll be good. Promise. Want your come, Thor, please."

"Go ahead, pet. Let me see it."

Curtis reaches around and holds your face up by your throat as you fall apart.

Your eyes never leave Thor's as you cry and scream and shake, your juices spurting around Curtis' pounding cock.

Thor's fist flies over his cock until his legs are shaking, his balls tightening and he's growling out, "Open up, pet. Be good and catch all of it."

You come again as Thor paints your face, globs of it catching on your cheeks and nose and mouth. Once he's finished, Thor wipes what remains off your face and onto your tongue. You greedily suck at his digits, moaning on his fingers as your legs shake.

"You look so pretty, pet, covered in my spunk."

"She looks better full of it."

Curtis smacks your ass again and spreads you open, stopping only for a moment to drop a wad of spit on your hole. His hand that was around your throat rubs down your back until he's *there* pressing against your tight bud with his thumb.

"Fuck!"

You shout as he pushes it in, fucking you with it slowly as he continues to pound into your pussy, his hips grinding, searching for that spot that makes your eyes roll back. Thor leans forward and captures your lips in a powerful kiss. You groan into his mouth as he nudges in with his tongue, searching, tasting.

When Curtis gets the angle just right you shout, coming hard and fast, gripping his cock in a chokehold.

With a shout Curtis is right there with you dumping his hot load into your cunt.

"Fucking shit."

Thor gets up from the couch, leaving you to watch Curtis' jizz leak from your puffy cunt as he pulls out.

"Beautiful, pet, just beautiful."

You fall forward on the couch, not caring that your bare ass is still up in the air.

"Stop staring, you two chucklefucks. Can someone get a towel."

Thor is already on it, producing one from behind the bar and wiping you down with it. When he's done Thor plops himself down on the couch next to your limp body.

"That wasn't too bad, was it, sweetheart?"

You stand on shaky legs and stick your tongue out at Thor as you right your dress.

"This," you gesture to the anaconda hiding in Thor's pants, "was a one time thing."

Curtis is at the bar again having tidied and tucked himself away by now. He pours himself a drink and hands you an envelope.

"Your bonus."

"Oh fuck you were serious."

You snatch it out of his hands and check the contents. Content with your findings you stuff it into your purse and slip your shoes on.

You eye Curtis and Thor one last time as you enter the elevator.

"See you at work, boss. You too, slut."

Thor's raucous laughter is the last thing you hear as the elevator doors close.

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[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Baby gazing

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Part 2 here

I woke up suddenly. Not to a baby crying or a shrieking but rather me reaching out and finding a cold spot a very cold spot

"Chris?" I said softly maybe he was in the bathroom or I don't know. I sat up. Still confused. The ensuite was open slightly the light was on

"Chris?" I said into the opening I heard nothing opened the door fully and walked in. It was empty. So I turned the light off and closes the door. He would've heard me if he was in the walk in but if he was there instead of bed I'd murder him. Why I dont know. I blame hormones.

"Chris?" I hiss out the door. I didnt hear anything. And Sodger wasn't here because of the baby. The baby. Of course but the bed was very cold. I quietly walk to where the Nursery is, not too far from our room and the door is open and hes just standing there staring.

I wish I had my phone to take a few pictures. My phone. Ugh what am I in a bad horror movie I should always take my phone.

I walk up to him taking his hand

"Chris, honey what are you doing?"

"Watching her."

"She sleeping."

"I know she's so beautiful look at her so peaceful."

"She is isn’t she. And her hair. I think she has the cutest curls." I really wanted to play with them but now was not the time. If she woke up she'd want cuddles and to eat and my body heat or Chris for the rest of the night and mamas gotta sleep so does dada but his brain isn't receiving memos correctly

" I went to get water and I wanted to check on her."

"You got water from the bathroom."

He had turned and looked at me

"You left the light on. Not exactly the on the way back from the bathroom."

"I took a detor"

"I can tell," I wisper, "pretty far detour considering it's not in our room. Babe you have camera and monitors. Shes fine. Look I love her just like you but we need rest hon. Hes pouting and it's the cutest thing ever but its not making me change my mind and what let him stand here hours on end. Nope.

I get Chris to come back to bed and lay across his torso like dead weight because I know what will happen the ninute I fall a sleep and he chuckles.

"Is it so bad to want to watch my baby girl." He plays with my hair.

"I guess not but what if she does something so unbelievably cute or starts to climb and your miss it cause your tired?" I pout

"Or even more, trying to watch two of them you have less than nine months to figure it out." I smirk turning on my side

What?

"You heard me," I smirk. I play Chris like a fiddle. Hopefully he'll get some sleep, after all we're watching our friends baby for the weekend. But I have a feeling Chris won't figure it out for a bit. Hehehe

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖁𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹 - 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍'𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚡 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜.

Word Count: ~2.1k

Relationship: werewolf!Curtis Everett x fem!reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected p in v sex, f receiving oral sex, outdoor sex, unrealistic ability to take an entire monster dick), established relationship, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

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Curtis smiled at your back when he heard you humming while you washed the dishes, putting the rest of your meal in the fridge before coming to stand behind you and press his chest against your back. He could practically hear you smiling when he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against the top of your head, kissing your hair and breathing in your scent as he watched the sun start to set.

He was more anxious than he had ever been in his entire life, already feeling that itchiness under his skin that accompanied his change. For the past few months he’d managed to convince you he was sick during the period of his shifting, but he was in love with you, he wanted to share every part of his life with you. And that meant he had to tell you his biggest secret.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Your smile was warm and full of love when you looked at him over your shoulder, winding your fingers through his on your waist when he sighed heavily. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Or, more quiet than usual.”

“Don’t tease, petal.” Curtis bent down to bite your ear as he growled playfully, squeezing you tighter when you rolled your ass back against his dick and screwing his eyes closed as he tried to stay focused on the task at hand. “I have something I need to show you, outside.”

“Ooh, what is it?” You laughed in that lovely way he adored when he just shook his head at you, letting him pull you along by your hand and still beaming at him. “A surprise? This had better be good.”

“Oh it’s… it’s something.” He drew you close and kissed you tenderly, groaning when he felt you whine into his mouth and resting his forehead against yours. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mmhm… wait!” You pouted and huffed when he separated from you fully to go stand in the center of the clearing in front of his cabin, wanting to follow him but staying when he held up his hand. Then he started to take his shirt off and it’s not like you could pout about that, grinning and playing with the edge of your skirt as you thought about burying your face in his chest hair. “Are we gonna do it outdoors?”

“I don’t…” He chewed on his lip while he started to slide his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs, blushing slightly as he kicked them away and thought about where he was hoping tonight might go. “We’ll see.”

“Well we’d better be doing something, you know how worked up I get when you’re naked.” The first sliver of the moon peeked over the horizon and Curtis winced, making you frown when he crouched over and dug his fingers into the soft earth. “Puppy… Curtis, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I promise. It looks a lot worse than it is.” He groaned when he felt the first crack of his ribs, lifting his gaze to yours and letting you see that his eyes now shone gold. “Don’t freak out, and whatever you do, don’t run. Promise me, baby girl?”

“Okay…” You were definitely freaking out, but you tried not to show it, even though all you wanted was to go to him and hold him when his body bent unnaturally and he groaned.

Curtis seemed to shimmer, his muscles rippling and changing as his limbs started growing longer and more thick with thick brown hair sprouting from every inch of his skin. His chest puffed out and his stomach grew taut as his nails extended into claws, sharp and black and ready to tear through the flesh of his prey. When his face elongated his teeth sharpened and turned into fangs, dripping saliva as his tongue lolled in his mouth. As the moon kept rising he kept growing, getting bigger and stronger before your eyes until he was standing at ten feet tall and you had to crane your neck to look up at him.

You were frozen to the spot once he was fully transformed, standing there with your mouth hanging open as you tried to come to terms with everything you just saw. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. A very large, very… attractive werewolf? Did this make you a weirdo? It was difficult to try to think about the nuances when you suddenly noticed that his cock had also grown prodigiously. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any bigger, but dear god. Like… the possibility of you being able to take the whole thing was basically none. So why were you clenching? And his fur just looked so soft, just begging for you to run your fingers through. All in all, you were very confused.

“Curtis…” you flinched when he suddenly sank to all fours and prowled towards you, but you remembered him telling you not to run, plus your feet were still basically glued in place. “Puppy…”

Oh, his tail started wagging when you called him that, and it was hard to be freaked out when your puppy turned out to be a puppy for real. A large, sexy puppy. He finally reached you and started sniffing your hair, sneezing affectionately when you giggled as his warm breath blew against your skin. Then he nosed your hair aside so he could smell your neck, and the way he growled made your entire body vibrate as he kept circling you. He smelled like the wild, like musk and sex and feral energy. It was driving you insane. Suddenly you were pinned to the ground, gasping when Curtis licked the side of your neck and used his claws to shred your dress and panties.

“What… what are you… puppy…”

When he nipped at your shoulder your pussy fluttered so hard your toes curled, shutting your mouth and letting him press you into the dirt as he began trailing his wet nose down the length of your spine. He couldn’t speak in this form, but it was like you could hear his thoughts and feelings, possessive and affectionate words like ‘mine’, ‘love’, ‘mate’ as he grunted and chuffed against your skin. His clawed hands dug into the soft cheeks of your ass as they spread them apart, making you whimper and spread your legs for him when he nosed at your quivering holes.

Curtis’s claws sunk into your skin while he lapped and nibbled at your pussy and asshole, growling at the taste of you and the way you gasped and moaned for him. Every single part of you was so sweet, and it was all his. The noises you made while he covered his face in your scent made his already hard cock throb almost painfully, a low growl making his lips curl while he nudged at your asshole with his snout. Once he was satisfied he dragged his nose up the length of your spine, nipping at the back of your neck as he let go of your hips so he could brace his hands on either side of your head while he prepared to mount you.

You buried your fingers in the earth when he pushed his now massive cock inside your quivering pussy, your scream getting caught in your throat and coming out a garbled moan when he didn’t bother going slow and just slammed into you. Your cunt fluttered wildly at the intrusion, clenching so hard it was like you were trying to push him out of you while he started to fuck you at a savage pace. Apparently your concerns about not being able to take all of him were unfounded, judging by the fact that his balls were smacking against your sensitive clit at the end of each of his vicious thrusts. All of a sudden your eyes were rolling back in your head and your scream finally broke free, your pussy squirting wildly until Curtis’s fur was soaked in your sweet scent.

Curtis watched you writhe beneath him with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, his hips still moving at a pace that was sure to leave bruises on the insides of your thighs. You were so beautiful, and you were his. There was no one else in the world for him, the fact that you didn’t run screaming when you saw him had cemented in his mind that you were his lifelong mate. He knew that he would never let anything happen to you as long as he lived. When you screwed your eyes closed after he hit you particularly deep he grunted, licking your cheek and nuzzling your hair until you opened your eyes with a slightly lopsided smile.

“Hi puppy… oh fuck.” You bit your lip and whimpered when he ground into you, your arms giving out when another incredible orgasm overtook you so all you could do was spasm weakly. “Oh my god… oh, it’s so good, I love you so much.”

As soon as you said it Curtis threw his head back and howled, somehow managing to move his hips even faster while you yelped at the ferocity of his affections. His cock started to swell as he neared his end, stretching your pussy to its limits and making you arch your back as you gasped at the sensation. He had to fight the urge to bite your neck, he was so lost in the pleasure he felt at knowing you belonged to him. But he managed to hold himself back, burying his face on the crook of your neck and growling when his balls pulled up tight to his body.

When he exploded inside you you saw stars, desperately sucking down air when he pumped his cum deep inside you and his knot swelled to lock him inside you. Another orgasm took you while he howled and slowed the movements of his hips, your body shaking weakly as you let out a quiet mewl. Once he had finished howling in ecstasy he bent back down to rub his face against your neck and shoulder, all of his weight resting on his enormous arms so he didn’t crush you. He was panting heavily and when you looked up at him he almost appeared dazed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth while he whined softly.

His massive body kept you caged in while you both basked in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking, sweat slicking down Curtis’s fur and covering your body in a thin sheen as you fought to catch your breath. You were absolutely fuckdrunk, whining and moaning quietly while your pussy kept fluttering around Curtis’s monstrous cock. Whatever had just happened was somewhere on the scale between ‘utterly life changing’ and ‘my brain can’t handle this so it broke’. But then you looked up into your puppy’s golden eyes and he rubbed his wet nose against yours and all you knew was that he made you happy. Getting fucked until you lost your mind was just a bonus.

When Curtis woke up the next morning he groaned, feeling a dull ache in his core that he wasn’t sure about. Then he sat up and looked down at himself and it was fairly obvious what had happened. His cock was still half hard and shiny with a mix of your juices and his cum. He was at least relieved there wasn’t any blood on his body, or the taste of it in his mouth, but he still wanted to make sure you were alright.

“Petal?” Curtis smiled when he looked to the side and saw you sprawled out next to him, your bare chest rising and falling slowly while you let out those cute little snores you insisted didn’t exist. He nudged you when you only grumbled for him, rolling you over and kissing your face until you opened your eyes with a groan. “Hi there little flower. How you feeling?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Curtis.” You scrunched up your face when he snorted and bent down to kiss your forehead, breathing deeply and whining at how sore you were. “I’m gonna have to start working out if we’re gonna do this every month. You’re carrying me back to the cabin, puppy. God, my thighs and ass are chafed, and I’m pretty sure you fucked me in at least one poison ivy bush. Don’t pout at me, it was worth it. But you’re waiting on me hand and foot for the rest of the day.”

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[onsunnyside]

Sonny you can’t tease me with the mention of the dry humping best friend ari and Curtis thoughts!! This is torturous😫😫

Curtis invites you over to their apartment (bc yes they're roommates oh my god they were roommates), and shows off all his cool gamer stuff, including a PC he built. You're listening to him talk from his bed, but Curtis doesn't like that, he pats his lap, "c'mere, I wanna show you something." and well... you should've expected something when he answered the door in those damn grey sweatpants 😣

He grinds up into you, one hand on your hip and the other cups your mound through your shorts, "rock back against me—yeah, that's it. Good girl, you're doing so good."

You can barely concentrate on whatever game he was teaching you to play, soft moans flutter from your lips as his skillful fingers rub your tender button.

He groans, eyes locked on your ass, "you're not wearin' panties, baby?"

"No, I didn't want any li-lines underneath." You gasp sharply when he pulls up the front of your shorts, the fabric clings to your wet folds almost painfully, but you love it. You nearly feel him throbbing beneath you, "You're so big, daddy."

"Yeah? Think I could even fit in this little hole?" His arm hooks around your neck, yanking you back into his bare chest. His breath fans against your cheek, "You're so fuckin' wet, bet there's a mess on my pants. You're gonna clean it later."

"Yes I will, daddy, yes." You moan, trying to keep up with his filthy thrusts.

"I wasn't asking, ya dummy." His fingers swipe at your chin, then slip between your parted lips, "look at you, a fuckin' drooling mess—" He chuckles when you gag, "oh, so you can deepthroat Ari's cock but my fingers are too much? You're gonna hurt his ego."

Your eyes shoot open but they snap shut when he smears your saliva all over your face. It's nasty and mean, and you never thought you'd like it but you do, you really do.

"Wait 'till he hears about that, he's gonna cry worse than you right now, baby. But you know what?" He forcefully shakes your head, your cute little whimpers are music to his ears, "he ain't half as pretty as you."

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[georgiapeach30513]

Much Too Fast, Part 2

Summary: Curtis explains everything, but that doesn't mean it changes anything

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, mentions of divorce, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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“Thatta girl,” Curtis repeats.  His voice sounds as smooth as he did last night as he kissed over your shoulders.  You tap your fingers on your arm aggressively, just to show him how irritated you are, but he grins.  An irritatingly sexy grin.  He is married.  And you’re not falling for his mysterious charm.  Nope.  Already made that mistake once.

“I am waiting,” you spit out, and Curtis looks over to his daughter, and the baby gives him a snaggle toothed grin.  Her chubby cheeks push against her eyes as she gazes up at her daddy.  This shouldn’t be cute, but it is.  It’s adorable.  Even Curtis’ lines on his forehead as he gives her a sweet smile back.  He loved being a father.

Looking away didn’t fare well either.  Pictures of him and the baby were everywhere.  She wasn’t even a year old, but Tati and Curtis made sure that at least the living room was decorated in pictures of him and Poet.  Most didn’t have Tati in them, and that strikes you as odd.  He loves that baby girl, but Tati wasn’t present.  Looking around there was not a single picture of her.  It was all Curtis and his daughter.

“Didn’t take you long,” he mumbles, playing with a faint tan line of his missing wedding band.  “Tati and I are complicated.”

“Well, since I’ve had you inside of me I think I deserve some explanation,” you didn’t care that things were complicated.  Legally he was in fact married.  

Curtis knows you’re right.  But saying it out loud confirms what he knew when he found out about the pregnancy.  There was only one person he was candid with this about, and it wasn’t Tati.  

“So…she’s your sugar mama?” Curtis cocks up his eyebrow as he looks at you, and you hear a whispered cadence of mama from Poet.  “I mean she’s the one that’s running a business.  And she hired me, you’re a mechanic,” flicking your eyes up, you look around the immaculate living room.  “There’s a pool house.  So…you…you were her breeding tool?” 

“My daughter’s in the room,” Curtis chuckles at your low blow.  You are making excuses to not like him.  

“I’m sorry, Poe,” the baby crawls over to the end of the fence, standing up to gnaw on the edge.  “I’m just trying to understand.”

“I get it.  You think I’m a poor mechanic, and that my ‘wife’ paid for this house because I agreed to knock her up.”

“Why are you doing that?” You put up your own air quote, scowling at him, “Your ‘wife’.  What does that even mean?  You were inside me!” 

“Yes, we’ve established that I was giving it to you good.  She’s my wife by marriage only.”

“I hate you.  I’m leaving.  I’m sorry,” of course she was his wife by marriage.  What the fuck did that even mean?  They were married, therefore she was the wife.  He was over complicating something, and it pissed you off.

“Sit down,” his voice changes.  Softening, pleading you to hear him out, but he was going nowhere.  “Please.  I know this doesn’t make sense.  Tati was my best friend.  My best…friend with benefits.”

“Oh god.  You’re….all you care about is sex.”

“I have been friends with her since grade school.  Rich girl and the boy from the wrong side of the tracks.  But we just got each other.  She…there’s things I can’t talk about because I’m not even sure.  But we got careless, and she got pregnant.  Her parents are stupid religious, and she was…sh-sh-she wanted to abort our baby, and not tell her parents.  I always wanted to be a dad.  And I would have supported her, but…Poet is my life.”

“Dada,” the baby whispers.  Crawling over to a stuffed teddy bear before lifting it up for Curtis.  She adored him as much as he did her.  He takes the bear, holding it in his lap before his daughter smiles, and crawls off again.

“Her parents would have never accepted a baby out of wedlock, so…marriage.  We were best friends to fuck buddies, and now parents, so it seemed like the logical step.  Things immediately changed.  I could see her regretting every decision that led up to that point.  And then Poet was born, and I fell immediately.  She was everything to me, and Tati loved her enough.”

You gulp.  Shaking your head because it just seemed so bizarre.  This man who you know would strike fear into someone in a twinkle of the eye was so soft for this tiny little angel that kept looking at him as if to check and see if he was okay.  She could sense his distress.  They were kindred spirits.  

“The older Poet got the more I realized Tati loved her just enough.  But she wasn’t her life like she was mine.  Tati has never hurt her, and she's never done without, but being a mother I don’t think is for her.  I don’t regret asking her to keep Poet.  I couldn’t imagine my life without her, but I hate that Tati has to pretend in front of people.  Puts on a smile and her bubbliest of bubbly voices.  Lying to herself and the world that she wants a baby.  And that’s why a nanny was brought up.”

“A babysitter.”

“Sweetheart, she wants you to live in the pool house.  She wants you to be the mother figure that she just doesn’t believe she can be, or take the time to be.  She’s always busy, and always off.”

“But you’re married,” you felt sympathy about his odd predicament, but the fact of the matter was he was still married, and he had committed adultery.

“Only legally.  Tati and I have been separated since Poe was four months old.  I moved out of her bedroom, and into the one beside the nursery.  I have an apartment, too.  I just don’t like being away from this sweet face,” as if on cue, Poet looks up at her daddy giving him a big grin.  “We can’t get divorced just yet.”

“Can’t?  Or won’t?  Curtis, you were…”

“Yes, yes…I was inside of you.  You weren’t supposed to be the nanny.  You weren’t supposed to meet my daughter.  I didn’t even know if I would ever see you again, and if I did I thought I was going to have the chance to explain myself and Tati.”

“When was the last time you had sex with her?” Curtis rolls his eyes.  His attention was back on the baby.  “That short of a time ago, huh?  Great.  You’re the man that promises to leave his wife.  But really you’re sneaking down the hallway to her bedroom.”

“No, I’m not.  Most of the time Poet sleeps with me.  I haven’t slept with Tati since before she was born.  Things got too real after we got married.  And then she was born, and I loved someone more than Tati.  She’s not used to that.  She’s used to being the center of attention, and I have never made her my priority.”

“So…you don’t love her?” 

“I’ve never loved Tati like that, no.  I guess it was a means to an end.  She’s got her secrets, and she’s not ready to tell her parents.  She just continues living her life.  She loves Poet.  Just — I don’t think she loves her the way she should.  She doesn’t want to be a mother.”

“I’m not doing this,” you declare.  He is sex on legs.  You could still feel the stretch he gave you.  But this couldn’t happen.  Wouldn’t happen.  You had standards, and they were not sleeping with a married man.

“I am asking you to be my daughter’s nanny.”

“Da-da,” Poet draws out.  Making grabby hands towards him.  She was done with playing, and just wanted him.  “Da-da,” when he turns to look at her, she gets the biggest smile.  Extending a look over to you, cheesing when her daddy picks her up to sit in his lap.

Poet partially covers her face, still with the sweetest smile, “Pee pie!” 

“She’s playing peekaboo with you,” god, why was he sexier with a baby in his lap?  Why was this man that was carved by the gods, and every inch of him was all man, and pure sin.  But this dainty little baby playing peekaboo with you while her daddy squeezes her squishy feet was doing much more than making you want to say aww.

“Please, be my saving grace again.  My daughter needs someone to give her the soft love a mom can.”

“And us?” 

“You’re an employee.  But…there is a door from my room that walks right to the pool, and the pool house,” you shake your head no.  This wasn’t going to work.  “Grace?  What?  Saving Grace, it fits.  Why are you being like this?” 

“You’re married.”

“Legally.  And you’re the one that brought us up.  I’m just saying that it doesn’t take long to get to the pool house from my room.  And Poe only gets in the bed with me around two in the morning.”

He was serious.  Legally.  What the fuck did that even mean?  You heard his words, but you had standards.  You had to stay away from him.  “Dada,” Poet looks up at him, and points over to you.  “Dada,” making sure that her daddy knew that she was aware of you.

“You can go see her,” sick bastard using a baby to soften your heart, and make you stay.  It was working.  He smirks as Poet’s chubby little legs scoot her towards you, and crawls into your lap with a smile, and clap before calling out his name again.  “You can’t say no to her.”

“But I can say no to you.  What happened last night was a mistake.  If I stay here this is professional.  And you’re just my employer.  This is your space when I’m off work.  And my space is the pool house.  During the day you’re at work, and then I am here.  Have I made myself clear?” 

“Crystal clear,” his voice almost moans as his eyes look you up and down.  You became even more attractive holding his daughter.  He is shameless checking you out.  You could almost hear the filthy things he was whispering in your ear.  Pressing your shoulders down, and face into the mattress as he was fucking you so hard from behind.  “And once the divorce is final.”

“You’re still my employer,” you are being bold today.  You are pissed.  Felt jilted and lied to by Curtis.  He could have been honest with you from the beginning.  But then you wouldn’t have had the best sex of your life.  You wouldn’t have handprint bruises on your legs, and a tender ass.  Wouldn’t have your core on fire with every step you make.  Your body still could feel him, and was still craving him.  It was mean.  But you couldn’t go there.  Not anymore.

“I need to get some groceries for the house.  Poe, do you want to stay with daddy?” 

“Yeah.  Dada, yeah,” the fact she was a baby, and knew very little words could be dangerous.  But no matter what, you weren’t going to fuck Curtis Everett.  

“Poet and I could go with you.”

“No.  You stay here.”

“I’ll…make us some lunch.”

“I’ll grab some when I’m out.”

“Then I’ll make us some dinner.”

“You can make you and Poet some dinner.  I will be eating in the pool house alone.  What time do you go to work, Curtis?  I’ll make sure I’m over here before you need to leave to take care of the baby,” Curtis’ face falls flat, but he answers you.  “If you want to help, you can take my luggage to the pool house.”

That’s not what he wanted to take to the pool house.  He wanted to take you from behind.  This was cruel.  You are being mean.  This was going to be a hard arrangement.  But it was something he was just going to have to live with. Have to stare at you taking care of his daughter when all he can think about is the honey between your legs.

“Poe?” 

“Dada!” 

“Daddy needs a hobby.  You want to start painting?” 

“Aye!” She claps her hands, and Curtis leans down kissing her adorable face.  “Dada!” 

“I know.  Daddy has got himself into trouble.  I think with the wrong head.”

“Yep.  Ugh,” she grunts, crawling out of his lap.

“You’re not supposed to agree with me, or even know what that means.”

“Yep.  Dada.”

“I can wear her down.”

“Nono.”

His face drains of color as he stares at his miniature daughter.  She claps her hands again starting to giggle.  “Voice of reason, huh?” Curtis should listen to his daughter.  Poet was trying to keep him out of trouble.  But…she wasn’t even a year old yet.

“Yup.”

“Here, let me help you with that,” a hand grabs the items that you were putting into the back of your car, starting to help you load it.  You look up at him, and quickly back into the trunk.  No.

Your pussy has already gotten you in trouble once.  You would not look at another man lustfully.  It didn’t matter if he had striking blue eyes, it was your favorite color.  Or the fact that he had tattoos on his hands, you always loved a bad boy.  And rings.  Those rings would look beautiful covered in your essence.  But no.  You wouldn’t fall.  You just got here, and you wouldn’t look at him or entertain him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around.  I see everyone,” he sighs, closing your trunk, and noticing the license plate immediately.  “Visiting or staying?” 

“Currently staying.  Thank you for your help.  I should really go.  I’ve got some unpacking to do,” his fingers tap along the back of your trunk, and you give him a shrug.  What was he wanting to ask or get to?  Because you preferred someone to the point.  Like Curtis.  Except the marriage thing.

“Your tires are looking a bit worn.”

“Oh…oh yeah.  I just got here this morning.  Listen, it’s been a long day,” you gulp feeling Curtis’ breath on your body.  Couldn’t believe the prickles moving along your skin remembering his touch.  “A long night, and weird morning, and I’ve got to pack up…”

“Don’t ride on those tires too long.  If it rains, it may be a bit slick,” clicking his mouth, he gives you a wink, turning to walk away.  “The name is Jax by the way,” that name sounds vaguely familiar.  

“Listen, you’re new in town, and I don’t want to sound too forward, but you don’t want to start off with just sitting at home.  We could hang out.”

“Like a date?  And you don’t even know my name.”

“Darling,” stop it.  No!  “I said hang out.  Doesn’t have to be so formal.  Just…think about it.”

“How will I get in touch with you?” 

“Hand me your phone.  I’ll put my name in it,” you are too trusting and you know it, but you hand him your phone anyways.  He doesn’t take long to put in his number, making sure to call himself from your phone.  “There, you have a good one, darling.  Hopefully I’ll hear from you soon.”

“Yeah,” you squeak out.  That didn’t sound convincing.  You watch him walk through the parking lot enough before getting into your car.  “Breathe.  You can’t do this.  You can not go into old patterns.  Looking down at your pants, you give you’re pussy a pep talk; we’re not sleeping with this man.  You can go out with him, but you are going to keep your legs closed.”

“Yeah, you’re in some deep shit,” Jax smiles over at Curtis, who continues to work on the car.  “You’ve got this fine as hell girl that you fucked hard one night.  And now you’ve got her living with Tati.  And your breeding kink gets to watch this fine piece of ass hold your daughter.  Had Tati even shown even a slightest bit of mothering towards Poet, you wouldn’t be getting a divorce.”

“Yeah, I would,” Jax raises an eyebrow, but Curtis shakes his head.  “Forget about it.”

“So what are you going to do with your problem?” 

“It’s not a problem,” he grunts, wiping his hands off on a rag.  “She’s scared.  Rightfully so.  I show up as Tati’s husband with a kid I failed to mention.”

“You were just fucking.  Why would you bring up a kid or your wife that you haven’t had sex with in over a year?  Literally papers are drawn up, you’re just waiting on her to admit to her parents that the marriage was a mistake, and she only got married because she got pregnant out of wedlock, and you wanted the baby, and she can’t stand to disappoint you.  Now she feels smothered and trapped for being a mother, and being married to you.  To the point you two are no longer friends.  You’re roommates that shares a crotch goblin.”

Curtis throws a tool at Jax, and his friend grabs his arm where it hit, “This isn’t therapy, and Poet isn’t a crotch goblin.  Even you say she’s the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen.”

���You’re too damn soft.  Poe Poe is adorable.  Your relationship with her is precious, and while I get what you’re doing with Tati and giving her time to deal with things, remember she’s out there living her life.  Traveling while you’re stuck here playing house with the babysitter who made it very clear that you’re not going to get to taste her anymore.  All the while you get to watch with a hard cock as she sings to your daughter.”

“I hate you so much,” it was not fun watching you interact with Poet.  And even worse was Poet smiling at you.  Giggling with you, and ignoring him.  

“And I love you, my sweet little ‘Daddy’,” Jax moans, faking an orgasm with a high pitch voice.  “You just need that sweet girl to wake you up by bobbing on your dick again.”

“She was a freak, and the…Jax I can’t handle this.  I just want to fuck my hand every time I see her.  And Poe loves her.”

“Yeah, she probably smelled you on her, and that girl on you.  I’m surprised Tati didn’t take note of the smile on your face.  I knew that morning when I picked you up that you got to fuck something extra sweet and hard.  You, my friend, are predictable.  Pussy is pussy.”

“No.  Not when you have a kid.  Pussy means a potential mother to my baby.  What about you, you act like you get laid every night,” Tati did notice.  Even congratulated him for finally getting it in with someone.

“I don’t,” Jax walks out of the garage, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, “I did meet a fine piece of ass, and did my helping her put in her groceries bit.  She fell for it, and I have a date.  Maybe I’ll get to break a bed.”

“I don’t want to hear about it.  I don’t want to hear if you got laid, or a kiss or anything else.”

Jax stares at his phone looking at the address that you gave him, shaking his head.  “Mother fucker,” he grunts.  This night was not going to end the way he hoped.  The address was all he needed to know who you were.  Curtis’ saving Grace.  The same woman his best friend was hung up on.

He wasn’t going to deny you a night out, but he wouldn’t be getting a kiss.  Wouldn’t dare think about having sex with you.  Curtis meant more to him than some broad, but…he was going to torture Curtis for as long as it took.

His friend had been delaying this divorce for too long.  Had been keeping up a friendly face, and hiding something about Tati, Jax just knew it.  He didn’t know what it was, probably Tati was already in a steady relationship.  Curtis was too old to be this dumb.  

He can’t wait to see Curtis’ face though.  Jax had already talked up that he could be getting lucky, and now it was you he was picking up.  He didn’t know if he needed to head to the main entrance or the pool house.  He’d spent his fair share in that house. 

The hopes of seeing Curtis were much too high though, and he just has to go to the front door.  Has to see the look of his face.  Make him wonder and question things.  Stew as he takes care of his daughter.  Tati’s trip of course had gone longer than two days, and he wonders just how the two of you are navigating the relationship, or lack thereof.  

He cracks his knuckles before giving the door a hard knock.  Waiting on the glare from Curtis, but instead it’s you with such a pretty smile.  Poet on your hip.  He isn’t the most interested in this domestic shit, but he gets it.  You are radiant.  Smiling so big, and then talk to Poet, “We have got to find daddy, because I got to go out for a bit.”

“Nono,” the baby pouts, slapping at your chest softly.  Her bottom lip puckers out before she lays her head on your chest,  “Nono me.”

“I know.  Curtis!  Date’s here.”

“I’ll be right — there,” that’s what Jax was looking for.  Curtis’ face draining, and his mouth setting in a straight line as he glares at Jax.  “Really?  This is your date?” 

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning.  Poe bear, good night sweet baby.”

“Nono.  Dada,” yep.  Curtis was predictable.  Three days.  Three days of you keeping things professional, and tending to his daughter, and Curtis was a goner.  Any woman that showed Poet the love of a mother would have Curtis eating out of the palm of their hand.  But knowing that you could take him so well added to his admiration.  

“Dada, Nono.”

“Grace is going out for a bit, baby,” Poet sniffles a bit, and Jax wants to roll his eyes.  He could practically see Curtis’ cock twitching in his pants as the baby holds on tighter to you.  “Grace will be back.  She’s got her a special friend.”

“Dada!” It was cruel.  You want to change your mind, and just hold the little baby close to you.  She was a doll.  The happiest baby you had ever met, and was smart.  She had very few words, but you could tell she understood.  And right now she was clinging to you.  

“Dada, Nono.” 

“Curtis,” you pout looking at him.  She didn’t understand.  She had increasingly become more needy with each day her mother hadn’t returned.  You had to make a clean break.  It’s what your mother told you was the easiest.  Don’t make promises, and extend the goodbye.  

“Poet, you want daddy to give you ice cream?” 

“Nono!”

“Ice cream with chocolate,” she sniffles, loosening up her grip, and looks over at her daddy.  “Come here.  Let’s go see daddy, and you and him are going to have ice cream, okay?” She nods her head, but you repeat it again, “Okay?” 

“Tay,” her sweet self whispers, reaching for her daddy.

“I guess…” she wasn’t your child so to offer up coming home early if he needed you was silly.  The baby needed you, but you needed away from Curtis.  “I’ll see you in the morning,” Jax nods his head toward Curtis with a devilish smirk as he leads you to his bike.

Not at all what you were prepared for.  Before you can offer to take your car, he looks down at his phone, and you swear you hear him chuckle.  “Let’s go, Grace?  Where did that come from?” 

“It’s silly.  He calls me his saving Grace because I rescued him from the side of the road.  It’s nothing,” Jax didn’t hear much.  But he was going to enjoy torturing his friend.  

Even with the threat of, ‘You touch her, and I’ll fucking cut your dick off’ he doens’t care.  Curtis is going to have to learn to go after what he wants.  Even if Jax has to make him.  And a little jealousy might give you a fun time.  Time will tell.

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[emerald-writes]

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

Curtis, Steve, and Ari + they’re partners at a law firm, and after a huge win, they decide to celebrate with you, their sweet assistant whether you want to or not 😈

Ooo! This gave me so many ideas. Some dark, some not.

This is not a drabble at all- sorry not sorry.

Light-Dark!boss! Steve rogers/Ari levinson/Curtis Everette x Fem!Assistant!Reader

Word count: 1468

Warnings: dark, non-con, Sex pollen, non-con drugging, Smut, foursome, Bosses x assistant,

18+ Smut ahead- Read at your own risk

Note: This took so long to write cause I just had to do my men justice!

Ding

The sound accompanies the elevator doors sliding opening with a hand nudging you forward into the lift.

“That was a good one tonight boys” Your tall and brawny boss, Curtis announces as he steps in behind you, crowding you forward towards the mirror. The other two equally tall men follow suit on either side, practically caging you between their bodies.

“Hell yeah it was Curt” Ari smirks, peering down at you “big thanks to our pretty assistant over here”

You stammer and blush slightly “oh- please I didn’t do that much” you insist as Ari catches your gaze with his pretty blue eyes that suck you in like a vortex.

“Give yourself more credit Doll” Steve Rogers deep voice rumbles behind you as he sets a large hand on your shoulder “we would be a mess without you fixing our problems and organizing shit”

His voice seems to knock you out of whatever trance you were in with Ari. You blink and step back closer towards the wall of the elevator, suddenly feeling very hot and trapped.

“Yeah, How about you stay for a drink sweetheart” Ari’s charming smile disarms any doubt or anxiety that bubbled in your chest from the men’s gaze.

“Maybe just one, I have a busy day tomorrow” you murmur and twist your hands in front of you, still hesitant to accept their generous offer of their attention.

Ding

The elevator slides to a stop and opens onto the floor you usually find yourself on. The modern space has four offices, one for each of your bosses and your smaller office.

Curtis urges you off the lift and towards the common area, where they usually entertain guests and some clients. “What’s your poison?” He grumbles your name as he gestures to the large bar that takes up the whole wall.

“Oh- um just a white wine please, nothing much” you mutter, feeling overwhelmed by the choices along the wall “whichever you think is best”

As you turn to go sit down, you miss Curtis’s malicious smirk as he opens a locked drawer before he gets to the wine. “Of course sweetheart”

Steve gets your attention and hands you a few folders “can you put these in my office? They can be sorted on Monday”

You nod, happy to be of help and scurry off towards his large office. Leaving the men to whisper and mutter among themselves.

You return to see them already seated, with Steve holding his whiskey and your wine. “Come sit” he says, gesturing to his couch.

You walk towards him, aiming to sit beside him but are grabbed mid step and hauled onto Steve’s lap. You squeak out a noise of surprise and try to squirm off. “Steve- what are you-?”

Ari quickly shushes you, sitting on Steve’s right side “it’s okay darling, we just wanna celebrate okay? It’s easier this way. We can all sit on the same couch”

Steve hands you your drink, and you take a sip to avoid answering.

“Isn’t that thoughtful of us. Hmm sweetheart” Curtis rumbles from your left, watching you with dark eyes.

You hum softly, a warm feeling settling in your stomach. Unsure whether it’s from their gazes, the drink or Steve’s hand rubbing along your sides as he keeps you steady. “Oh- yeah of course” you murmur, keeping your head down and focused on the glass of wine.

Fuck- this is inappropriate you think to yourself how can I get out of this situation? It’s rude to leave now.

You busy yourself trying to ignore their gazes by continuing to sip your drink. As you drink, you notice your body start to feel off and suddenly the feeling of them pressing against you is all you can think of. Suddenly your body starts to get hot, like the hot air has turned up. Oh fuck you feel your panties form a wet spot beneath you.

“I gotta go- to the bathroom. Yeah” you try to squirm off Steve’s lap even if your brain is screaming at you to curl up closer to him and his warmth.

“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve says, his firm grip not letting you stand “you look awfully flushed, can we help?”

You mutter and slightly slur your words as you look between the men surrounding you “I’m fine- I should go. I’m suddenly not feeling well” you try to pry Steve’s arm off you.

You hear Ari tsk beside you, his hand raising to turn your head to look at him “aww look at you princess. Let us help you okay?” His light caresses cause you to unconsciously lean into his touch and hum softly. You don’t see the others satisfied smirks, and cocks twitch at your reaction.

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean back into Steve’s embrace and Ari’s touch. “Feels good” you murmur as Curtis places a hand on your thigh, rubbing softly. “Yeah? You like it sweetheart? You want us to help you feel better, go on say it”

Your body tingles as you nod quickly “please- I feel weird- what’s happening?” You practically start begging. If you weren’t so out of it you would be appalled at how quickly they make you beg and whine for their touch. Your bosses out of anyone.

Steve picks you up and turns you around to face him, and straddle his thick thighs. “I get a try first. This was my idea.” He chuckles and rips your underwear off with a firm tug, tossing it to Curtis who takes a deep sniff and groans.

As Steve turns his focus back to you, he reaches down to circle your delicate clit, softly rubbing and prodding around. “Fuck- Doll your soaked! You really need us huh?” His smirks grows as you whine and nod in response, hips moving back and forth desperately.

“Please- I need you! Steve please!” You gasp, gripping onto his broad shoulders like a lifeline to ground you in reality. “Fuck- I’m sorry Steve- I can’t help it”

Steve lines his thick cock up to your entrance, slowly lowering you down with hands firmly on your hips. “That’s it doll- it’s alright I know a pretty girl like you needs a firm hand. To fuck- your so tight! Such a good girl for me Doll” he groans as his grip tightens, and you moan looking down to see him stretching you out. He’s the biggest you’ve taken, definitely the longest too.

What about the other two you think to yourself.

Looking over at Ari then at Curtis you see them both stroking their thick cocks, Curtis is definitely the thickest, Steve the longest and Ari a perfect mix of the both.

You are thrown back into reality as Steve begins to pound up into your tight pussy. Hips moving fast and fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he mutters and groans praise into your ears. “Such a perfect slut for us- huh doll, you needed this. I’m gonna fill you up so well. Leave you aching for me Doll”

You desperately moan and whine, reaching down to stroke both Curtis and Ari as you roll your hips to meet Steve’s thrusts. “Yes! Please Steve- more! Fuck- don’t stop! Please feels so good! So big- so much Steve! Yess I’m so close Steve! I’m gonna cum” you whine and gasp.

“You gonna cum for us? Show us how pretty you are when you cum?” Ari growls into your ear, his hand over yours controlling your pace on his cock. “Do you like this that much, princess? Yeah? I bet so”

You desperately nod, moaning loudly between the men. “Please- don’t stop! I’m so close! I’m gonna cum”

Steve grins, leaning down to your ear “cum for us Doll. Cum at the same time as me, come on doll”

He groans loudly, his thrusts stuttering as he slows down and cums deep inside your pussy. Just as you finally orgasm as well, head whipping and back arching as you scream out Steve’s name.

Steve slows down, rubbing your back in slow circles. Letting you calm down from your high.

“You okay Sweetheart? You ready for more” Curtis voice rumbles beside you, his hand resting on your cheek. “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable for the rest of the night hmm?”

You feel yourself move as you are placed into Ari’s arms and start heading towards the elevator. “Hmm- wait what” you mutter, looking over his shoulders to see Curtis’s and Steve’s grins as they follow behind.

“Don’t worry Doll we are coming. This is gonna be a long and fun weekend for you.” Steve grins joyfully.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it sweetheart” Curtis winks at you as he grips his cock with one large hand.

You already know you will like whatever they have planned. You feel safe and secure in their arms, within their protection. You just needed a little push to really realize that.

I hope you enjoyed! thank you so much for reading!

Constructive criticism is welcome <3

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[jamneuromain]

👅🎂😈 with Curtis Everett 😏

Hi Jaqui😌❤️

So, for 👅 and 🎂 I've got you:

face sitting w/ our train daddy Curtis heheh

Ticking-Bomb

Curtis Everett x Reader (You)

Summary: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Warning: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), face sitting (sort of), annoying child(nephew).

A/N: This comes out a bit anti-kids than it was meant to XD

You glance at the clock on the living room wall nervously, tapping your foot for the minute hand to reach "23", before you quickly turn off the oven. Your palms are sweaty in the mittens, but a tingle of warmth still catches up on your skin through the thick cotton gloves before you are able to put the sponge cake on the kitchen counter.

"Woah." Curtis exclaims when he emerges from the bathroom with only a pair of boxers, slipping his grey T-shirt on. A lop-sided grin tugs the corner of his lips, "What did I miss? You look like you just had a fight with the cookie monster."

He's not lying. With the flour on your apron, the splash of milk on the floor and some eggshells near the sink, you are a few chocolate sprinkles away from starting a war with the cookie monster.

You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him, carefully cutting the sponge cake into three thinner slices, "Shut up, Curt."

"Will do, baby." Curtis casually sets foot in the kitchen, before you warn him in a panicked tone that there's some melted butter on the ground too.

The cake you are making is for the birthday dinner with your brother and his family. Your nephew is turning 9 and there is nothing in the world to stop him from eating a birthday cake that is "shaped like a grenade". Unfortunately, your brother and his wife had an emergency at work, which led to you babysitting your nephew in your home while making a cake for the little monster.

Of course, your nephew is now playing in the backyard with his imaginary soldiers and imaginary warlocks, waving a stick in the air and pretending it is some holy scepter.

Curtis tiptoes and hops over the various landmines in your kitchen, as you take out the chocolate-flavored whipped cream from the fridge, and start to build the grenade cake from the bottom layer.

He inhales deeply, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring into your shoulders, "Smells so good, baby."

"Really?" You turn to peck his jaw, focusing back on the half-finished cake, your voice littered with joy, "Was worrying that the cream ... first time making whipped cream on my own, you know-"

"Hmm." Curtis trails his kisses over your spine. You are not sure whether he heard you, but you definitely do not want him to get handsy while a kid is ten feet away from you. Trying hard not to fall into the steamy vibe Curtis started, you propose another idea breathless, "Could you - could you help grab the spatula? I need- um, I-"

A warm breath ghosts your ear, making your body sensitive to his touch.

"I-"

Um, what is it do you need again?

Your hands grip the counter edge tightly, or your knees might give out.

"You're so tense, baby. " He breathes along your shoulder, "Lemme help you loosen up."

"Curtis-" You choke out, "I- Curt-"

"I know."

You can almost hear the grin in his voice.

"I know how much you want it."

He had been on a trip along with the North Pole Expedition team for three months, returning only late last night and sleeping through the whole morning. You would swear he felt like a block of ice when he slipped under the covers last night, when you were both too tired and sleepy to do anything other than fall asleep. And when he woke up just now, you had to attend to your nephew; not one second after his arrival is spent in your bed making hot passionate love.

It would be a filthy lie to tell him that you do not want it.

His hand smooths down to your clothed mound, cupping it with his palm, "Let's see how fast we can finish this, so you can return to the cake, hmm?"

Pulling your shorts and panties to your ankle, Curtis wastes no time positioning himself between your legs, half-kneeling on the floor, and hauling your hips to meet his eager tongue.

His stubbed chin digs into your dripping folds, eliciting a squeal from your lips.

"So fucking wet..." Curtis purrs into your pussy. Every stroke of his tongue and his large hand squeezing your thighs put your mind into a storm of pleasure. Your core leaks like a faucet, with arousal pouring from your body and into his mouth.

The remaining strength you have pushes the half-finished cake further, before collapsing onto the counter as waves of euphoria wash through you, drowning you in the abyss of infinite pleasure.

Blood pounding in your ears, it is hard to tell what come from his sinful lips.

"... Bet you want my cock too, don't you?" Curtis grinds your hips on his face, smacking your ass when your thighs tense up and captures his head between them, cursing softly before licking teasing stripes over your pussy lips, "Easy, baby. Can't have me smothered under your slutty pussy, yeah?"

"... yes. Fuck, oh fuck yes." You whimper pathetically, moving your hips along with the rhythm of his skilled tongue, earning another slap on the back of your thigh.

"Bet you don't even know what I'm talking about." He laughs, vibrations of his timbre tormenting your swollen puffy cunt. Pushing you further into your hazy state, he promises, lapping up at your core, "Gonna fuck you till you can't get out of bed, baby, making up for all the time I've been missing. Gonna give my thick cock, drives you up the wall - you like that, don't you?"

"God yes-" Your words turn to a pitiful moan, to which he presses his fingers onto your neglected bundle of nerves, rubbing circles while his tongue thrusts in your tight walls.

A few delirious grinds on his calloused hand do the trick. You cum with a silent scream in your throat, breathing like you are out of air. If it weren't for his arms supporting you, you would no doubt slide down and end up sitting on the floor.

Thighs trembling, face down in the crook of your arms, you are blissfully unaware of the fact that Curtis turns his head sharply in the direction of the backyard, before quickly returning your undergarments into place, standing up with a hand around your waist as if nothing happened.

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" Your nephew comes running inside, waving the stick in the air, screeching like a nasty little goblin.

"Yeah, well, your auntie needs a bit more time to finish it. She's not feeling well, you see." Curtis pats your back softly and steps out from the kitchen, "Why don't you and I go get some ice cream and give her some breather, eh buddy?"

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" The boy shouts impatiently, pointing at the half-done cake on the kitchen counter with his imaginary sword, "CAAAAAAAKE!"

"Hm-hmm. I'm sure you do, buddy." Curtis nods, crouching down to the same eye level as the little demon, "You know what'd make the cake come faster? The magic word please."

"CAAAAAAAAAKE!" Your nephew is bound to give you headaches, "CAKE PLEAAAAAAAAAASE."

Curtis turns his head to you, shrugging and licking his lips deliberately as your eyes land on him.

"How about the gaming studio three blocks away, huh?" Curtis continues coaxing, "Ice cream and games. We don't tell nobody 'bout this, and you can have cake and ice cream for dinner again."

"YAAAAAAAAAAY!" The boy roars out in enthusiasm, "GAAAAAAAAME!" As if this is his entire vocabulary.

You can't help but smile. Curtis has his way with little kids and it always makes your heart swell. Even if it's the interaction between him and your annoying nephew.

Curtis grabs his jacket and his sunglasses, giving you a quick peck, he leads your headache-of-a nephew out of sight.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!

As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading ✨

Eddie Munson ✨

Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)

Runaways by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x reader

Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Be mine by @flordeamatista

dilf!bucky barnes x reader

Better than before by @angrythingstarlight

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crybaby by @syntheticavenger

Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Branded by @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Thor Odinson ✨

Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer

Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Marked by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

All is fair by @sunflowersoldat

Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Joel Miller ✨

A sweeter place by @flordeamatista

neighbor!joel miller x reader

When we let go by @jobean12-blog

Joel Miller x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog

Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Sam Wilson ✨

Touch me by @galatially

Sam Wilson x black!reader

Multiple characters ✨

The dinner guest by @labella420

Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

#fic rec #september fic rec #eddie munson #bucky barnes #ari levinson #curtis everett #thor odinson #steve rogers #joel miller #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #lloyd hansen

[thornsnvultures]

strawberries & cream ♡

Curtis Everett x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Written for @buckysbirdie 's Birthday Bash Writing Challenge! So, I used @tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction 's great idea of using d6s & d20s to choose a prompt and I got:

🍨 Paper Bowl: Chris Evans characters outside of the MCU

🍦 Make Your Own (AU)

🥥 First date

🍐 Person A saves Person B’s day

🍊 Picnic

🥝 A catches B singing while doing chores/cooking/ whatever

words: ~800

warnings: a jealous (and a bit possesive) Curtis, mentions of sex (p in v, unprotected, creampie), mostly fluff but it's not a Curtis Everett fic if he doesn't mildly threaten someone 🥰 lol

a/n: Happy Bday Birdie! 🥳💖 This was super fun!! (I might do another one since this one came to me so fast lol)

a/n: unbeta'd & edited by me. moodboard by me. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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You decided on having a picnic for your first date together. A picnic. Curtis doesn't know if he's ever been on a picnic before.

He's nervously watching from afar, wringing his black beanie in his hands as he stands by the park entrance. You're not too far away. Curtis assumes you picked the spot so he could find you easily when he got there. He wants to run to you but he's calculating all the ways he could screw this up and it's holding him back.

You look too perfect to be real. Sitting on a blanket by the lakeside, peeling and cutting up fruit you brought in a cute wicker basket, and singing. Humming the parts of the song you forgot the words to and singing to yourself like some kind of fairy tale princess.

There's no way an angel like you agreed to go on a date with a grease monkey like him. He barely leaves the garage, he doesn't know how to date. It's a miracle he even saw you in that bar. That you gave him the time of day.

Curtis is a giant in every sense of the word, but he feels like he's light as air when you look at him, breathe near him. He makes up his mind then, that he can't leave you alone. So he's walking, no, floating towards you on a cloud he never wants to come down from.

That is until he sees another man approach you. Some asshole jogging in place in stupidly short running shorts with his shirt off is asking for your number and Curtis sees red. It's only the first date. Why is he like this? He doesn't own you, he's being ridiculous. But the man's eyes drop to the neckline of your pretty floral sundress and your ample curves contained within and Curtis doesn't care anymore if he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he can't let this happen.

"No, I'm waiting for my boyfriend actually."

Those words nearly freeze him in place. He's desperate to hear you claim him as yours over and over again.

Your voice is loud, carrying over the water on purpose so anyone nearby might know how uncomfortable you're being made to feel.

The prick's about to say something in response but he's cut off by Curtis' massive paw clamping down on his shoulder.

"The lady said no, pal. Beat it."

You light up when you hear Curtis' low, growling voice and when your eyes meet, Curtis almost forgets himself. Right, intimidating. Have to be intimidating.

"Did you hear me? I said move."

The man sputters in indignation as he's pushed off down the path by Curtis. "Hey! Get your hands off me, buddy!"

"I'm not your buddy, pal."

Curtis grinds those words through his teeth and you have to jump up and grab his arm to stop him from following after the quickly back pedalling man.

"Curtis, it's okay. I'm okay."

Your hand on his bearded cheek seems to snap him back to reality and his gaze softens on you.

"Sorry, angel. Didn't like him coming on to you like that. Can't even sit in the park without some dick for brains trying to check you out."

You laugh at his poor, jealous pout and rest your head on his chest, your arms wrapping around his thick midsection with a tight squeeze.

"My hero. I should've told him I've still got some of you leaking out of me from last night. Think that would've shut him up?"

You lift your head, biting your lower lip to hold back a smile when you feel a groan rumble through his broad chest. Sure enough Curtis has the same heated gaze pointed at you that he had at the bar last night. The last time he had that look on his face he was taking you back to his place so he could worship every inch of you and keep you so stuffed full of him you thought you might burst.

But he promised, in a sleepy half-drunk haze, that he would go on a real date with you. Anything you wanted he'd be there. And here he was, as promised, about to lay with you in the grass to eat fruit and talk and do whatever other adorable first date stuff you wanted to do.

Your heart and your pussy are having palpitations at the thought of just what this man is willing to do for you. But for now you appease the best with a chaste kiss to his lips and he settles. 

Curtis takes a deep breath and sits on the laid out blanket, pulling you down with him. With your back to his chest, sitting between his legs and resting against him like he's some great oak tree, you think this might be the best first date you've ever had.

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Sloth's Kinktober 2.0 Masterlist

Ah, the weather is finally getting cooler. The nights are longer. It's officially spooky season. And with it, my second attempt at kinktober! Thank you everyone who submitted a request! There were so many delicious and devious thots that I can't wait to share with you all!

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Food Play - Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Pet Play - Bucky Barnes x Trans!Male!Puppy!Reader

Knife Play - Robert Pronge x Reader

Pegging - Sub!Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Body Worship - Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Reader

Size Kink - Frat boy!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Shibari - Bruce Banner x Reader

CG/l - Tony Stark x Reader

Yandere - Ari Levinson x Reader

Cheating - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Impact Play (Spanking) - Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy

Primal Play - Alpha!Andy Barber x Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Double Penetration - Andy Barber x August Walker x Fem!Reader

Biting - Werewolf!Lee Bodecker x Plus Size!Reader

Group Sex - Orgyverse Gang

Ovipositing - Venom x Eddie Brock x Reader

Somnophila - Dark!Andy Barber x Male!Reader

Threesome - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Cum Play - Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader

Overstimulation- Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Blood Play - Vampire!Tony Stark x Reader

Praise Kink - Curtis Everett x Short!Reader

Knotting - Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sex Toys - Steve Rogers x Reader

Gagging - Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Innocence Kink - Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Chase Kink - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Fear Play - Andy Barber x Reader

Holding - Sugar Baby!Ransom Drysdale x Daddy!Reader

Daddy Kink - Gabe Kapler x Fem!Reader

Surprise fic for us all

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