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Another Man's Poison Part 1

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: 18+, Multiple prompts: A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods, Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, discussion of the transformation ritual and prima nocta, poisoning, mentioning of the results of poisoning. Less than decent parents. Grumpy Curtis in general.

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: ~2.2k

A/N: the third entry to for this amazing event organized by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 <3 (I thought I could finish it by 5.4, but alas my muse is behind me - and to be fair it's a large story I suspect it will go 6k in total so I'm dividing it into two parts ... or three, depends.

Part 2 | One Man's Meat M. List

It is a pretty bitchy thing to do, you suppose, pranking on someone else. But you can't help it if - which in fact, indeed happened - that sneaky bitch Margo smeared red paint on your pants during the painting lesson and made it look like your period was a massive flood. You are getting your payback one way or another, and what better way is there than to put dead lizards into her bed?

Margo, just in case anyone within the thirty miles premises doesn't know her already, is the cheer leading captain of the Ridgemount High, which obviously has given her every right to bully other people.

To you, she is the daughter of the second-in-command of your shifter pack. She somehow believed herself to be the future pack leader, terrorizing and threatening any younger pack members who refuse to do her biddings.

She's 19, by the way. Same as you, in the senior year of high school.

Back to the subject.

Payback.

You collected a bag of dead lizards from the forest this morning. Holding the bag in your hand, you sneak near Margo's house as subtle as possible, walking on tip toes just so you wouldn't make a noise. The grown wolves of this pack could hear a branch snap a mile away, which is why you have to be quiet.

Maybe Lady Luck has been on your side, for the small venture towards Margo's house has been uneventful. You picked the time knowing precisely that most of the shifters are gathering at Paul's, where they will be discussing the upcoming transformation ceremony for the shifters who have come of the age 19 this year to transform, first time ever in their lives, into their wolf form under the moon. That would include you, Margo, and the Maximoff twins.

You are going to enter the house via the backdoor when you hear three men talking inside.

"... the best time to attack would be the ceremony," says one of the men. By the sound of his voice, you believe he is Margo's brother Halden, "He would never see this coming."

"He thought he was tired," sounding like Paul's younger brother Sam, sniggers another, "He doesn't suspect a thing other than his old age. By the way, great idea, the wolfsbane."

The wolfsbane is one of the deadliest plants known to you wolf shifters. What the hell are they planning? You cover your mouth not to make a sound, but you press your ear closer to the door.

"Paul would be in his weakness form on the night of the full moon." The third one joins the conversation, "I will challenge him then. He will lose fair and square. And nothing, I mean nothing will stop me from becoming the Alpha of this pack."

Fuck. It's an uprising. Your heart beats like the rhythm of war drums. The third one seems like Margo's father Jason. No wonder Margo has always held her head high like she was going to own the pack.

"When I'm in charge," huffing out an evil laugh, Jason continues, "I'm restoring prima nocta."

You have heard about prima nocta, a habit dying out decades ago. It was first initiated for the need of the leader of the pack, also known as pack Alpha, to pick the best and suiting female, his true mate, to bear his pups. But the "first-night" habit died out because female shifters would writher fairly quickly without the love and adoration after connecting to Alpha, since true mates are rather rare, and as shifter packs welcomed the more acceptable way of entering relationships like regular humans, "prima nocta" no longer exists except for some rare closed-off packs.

The three men share their visions of the sick and twisted ruling of this pack, but the thought of being owned and taken by a shifter twice your age has you nearly hurling your guts out.

The men plans a few more items before the sound of a loud slap makes you shudder. "I said Show me, goddammit!" Yells Jason, "I need to see the moon calendar!"

As they continue to plot and scheme against the pack Alpha Paul, you retreat in small steps. And you run. You run as fast as you could, far away from the house.

"So what do you need me for?" Asks Curtis, when he pours more chamomile tea into the porcelain mug in front of you.

Curtis joined the Wilford clan several years ago as a part-time doctor and a full-time herbologist. The Wilford clan needs access to fresh herbs, and your clan lacks a shifter doctor, hence, both clans have cut a deal.

Curtis would help diagnose and treat illness for your clan, and he could wander in your clan's mountains to harvest a patch of herbs he grows. In return, these herbs could be used by the Wilford clan as well.

Curtis has known both your clans well enough as an outsider who lives on the border of the two clans.

Your nails pick on the edge of the scorching mug nervously, as you truly have nowhere else to turn to, "My parents were on board with the uprising, as were a couple of families ... so I fled. And I'm not a wolf ... not yet, until the ceremony. I also know that Jason would claim every female wolf of age..." A bile of vomit rises to your throat at the thought, "Can you help me? To delay the transformation?" You look up at Curtis, hopefully, at the silent young shifter that has drifted from one clan to another. Rumor has it that he finished the transformation ceremony without the help of a clan, which is an utter rarity in the history of shifters.

Curtis scratches his eyebrows and hums, neither confirming nor denying your plea. His eyes stopped meeting yours upon hearing your request, sipping on his tea silently.

"I just need another moon cycle to figure out how I can run away from them. And find another clan." You ramble on, uncertain why you share your plan with a member of a foreign clan, especially someone who could possibly rat you out, as you barely know him, but you ramble on, "By the next full moon, I would be transforming into a wolf in another clan. That's plausible, right?"

Curtis finally glances at you. His brows furrow into a tight knot over his cerulean eyes, deadpans, "It's not that simple."

"But you have done it." You blurt out, clinging to your last line of hope, "They told me that you have transformed without a pack."

Curtis shakes his head, standing from his chair to boil water on the stove, clearly not willing to proceed on this topic further.

"Have you tried warning Paul Deckard? The ceremony is in two days." He checks the moon calendar on the wall.

"I -"

Truth is, you haven't.

Paul might not be the best pack Alpha in the world. He relies on Margo's family way too much and allows Jason and Halden to have their way with the pack already. You doubt telling Paul would make much difference, and it sure doesn't seem like Paul could outnumber so many families at the same time. Not to mention the wolfsbane poison could slowly drive him mad.

If you have to confess, you haven't thought about warning Paul at all, after learning your parents' intention of joining the uprising.

You were busy thinking about yourself. And your future. And whether you could live all by yourself.

And you instantly thought about Curtis.

"Okay." Curtis sighs heavily, dragging the chair across the table closer to you, before plopping down, "Clearly, you don't know the ceremony enough to ask me a dumb question like this."

"But -"

Curtis doesn't give you time to argue, he just continues on his own, "The moon calendar is precisely calculated so that the ceremony is at a night when the lunar power is at its peak. You miss this moon, you can't get it for another year."

"I -"

"Don't get me started on the postpone bullshit." He snaps at you, making you shudder involuntarily at his fist banging on the table, to which his voice lowers by a little, "It's risky as hell to cut yourself off from the lunar power. The Alpha in Dakota drank some wrong potion and cut himself from the lunar power and his wolf, guess what?"

"What?" You weakly offer.

"He splits his wolf spirit from his own." Curtis mocks with a cold sneer, "His pack has to put him under a mental facility, and now all he does is walk on all fours and sniff around like a dog. And before you ask," Curtis glares at your lips, when you are tempted to speak, "no, he cannot transform to his wolf form. Not now, not ever, not even the day he dies."

"One of the reason that the ceremony has to perform with the full pack," He adds, standing up to get the screeching kettle from the stove, pouring more hot water to the tea pot, "is to have the pack's mental energy concentrated on smoothing the transformation. When you turn wolf for the first time," Curtis sighs loudly, pouring himself a cup of tea, "You get your wolf spirit and your wolf form in a few seconds. It's easy to feel scared, different, angry, confused, a bucket full of emotions all at the sametime, and it is not easy to control your wolf without the psychic link of the pack, without the familiarity of your families. That's the reason why solo transformation ceremony is highly discouraged."

Chamomile tea is supposed to be soothing, but all you feel right now is bitter remorse of seeking for Curtis' help. You bite back the tears prickling your eyes, unsure why you came to him at the first place when all he does is dismantle your plan into a pile of turd.

"You are saying, there's no way that -" You take a long inhale, keeping yourself calm as much as possible. Yet, on the thought of you and a bunch of girls being the sex slaves of Jason has your tears bursting out of your sockets, streaming down your cheek.

The humiliation, the regret, and the embarrassment knock your brain out cold, and all you could do is to wipe the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

Curtis sighs one more time, before handing you a box of Kleenex.

You refuse it, though, pushing the tissues away and standing abruptly from your chair. "I'm sorry. This is a bad idea." You keep crying and sobbing, and wiping your tears, walking towards the door, "I understand now. I'll be out of your hair."

Curtis clenches his jaw out of ... mixed feelings, he guess. What a stubborn little pup you are, dreaming of delaying the transformation to escape the evil clutches of Jason.

It is inevitable, really, as pack leaders emerge every two or three decades, as the older Alpha weakens from disease and age, while younger Alpha emerges from their transformation ceremonies, and takes over. Sometimes it is a smooth transition of power, other times it could turn out like Jason and Paul, poisoning and scheming.

On a completely irrelevant note, he has to do this. To lend you a hand. A, Curtis isn't a complete bastard, despite what Wilford, the kind and loving Alpha, keeps telling others. And B, ... well, he'd rather not mention the second reason.

But he's not going to stand by and watch you risk your lives either, yours and your wolf's.

He runs his hand down his face, dashing forward and blocking the only exit out of this house because he could. Blocking your chance of running away because he doesn't want you to. And sighs again.

He has probably used up the annual quotation of his sighing.

"Stop." He growls.

It's an Alpha command. A voice that compells low-ranking shifters. It works better with blood ties and mating bonds, ordering the low-ranking ones to obey and deliver what the Alpha wants. It is cruel, that one stronger Alpha could command a weaker Alpha, or weak-minded shifters. He has thought about commanding Jason and Sam to stop, but he doubts it could work, as they could very well tear his throat before Curtis could say anything.

He hates issuing it, on another level. Just like how he hates it when he issued a command to Wilford years ago, ordering the pack Alpha to permit him to stay. Curtis has the power and the strength to be an Alpha. But he hates it. He hates it when his father Alpha-commanded his mother and his younger siblings to do dirty deeds for the Everett pack. Which was why he ran, and initiated the transformation ceremony on his own.

Yet he does it now, just so you might stay.

And you did. You don't know why you did. Your body responded to his words faster than your brain could proceed. Your steps freeze in their tracks, your shoulders shivering, afraid yet submissive to the natural command of an Alpha.

Curtis crosses his arms in utter annoyance and defeat. There is only one way that he know of, that could provide a safe transformation ceremony with less shifters involved.

If he tread carefully, it might work.

Might.

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Your body can feel it. It is being called to at a wrong time, a wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, and you have to get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

"Sit down, will you? It's not like my wolf is counting your steps and waiting for the right number." You snap at him, despite knowing that you have dragged him into this mess in the first place. A little snarl slips out of your lips. Your wolf spirit is awakening, but not quite yet. Not quite there to unleash your wolf form.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 1

Summary: now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis’ to protect you and keep you safe. You didn’t know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don’t care.

Pairings: Curtis X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, slight voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.1K

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You hold your head high as you watch the jackboots gather your mother’s body. Don’t cry. Don’t show emotion. Don’t react. Stand there. Watching as Curtis steps in front of you. His large thick body blocking their view of you. It was good to see that he didn’t change. But his constant need to protect you, made you miss your mother.

He waits until they leave before he turns to look at you. Raising his hand to touch your arm, but you walk away. You don’t need his sympathy right now.

Curtis was tasked with one thing, and that was to keep you alive. Raised on the Snowpiercer since you were a small child. People had tried to take out the weaker links. Using their body as food, but Curtis fought them off of your frail body every time. He quickly became your protector.

You crawl into your pitiful little bunk, feeling much larger now without your last relative. Going to rearrange a few things and you feel the anger and anguish rise up your body. Don’t cry. Don’t show emotions. Don’t react. Stand there.

Those sentiments became harder and harder to do, because right now you wanted to scream. Wanted to throw things. Wanted to hate this world you’re living in. Didn’t even remember life outside of the train. Rags for clothes, fear, starvation, and a constant cold in your bones. Now you’re alone.

Alone to navigate through this dog eat dog world, and you hate it. Surely, there was life outside of this train. And even if there wasn’t, was this life worth living?

“Gotcha girlie,” a gnarly and blackened hand reaches around the rags you use for curtains. Grabbing your arm to pull you out.

“You need someone to take care of you,” he pulls you up against his chest, sniffing at your hair. “I remember when girls smelled better.”

“Get off of me!” you push and claw at him, but he doesn’t budge.

“I will take you as my wife.”

“Over my dead body!”

“I’ve been wanting to eat your pretty little self for years. It can be arranged.”

“Let her go!” Curtis stands in behind you. His jaw pulsing with how clenched his teeth are. “I said, let her go!”

“She’s to be my wife.”

“You’re outta your damn mind!” you shout up at him, but he puts his disgusting hand over your mouth.

“You can’t have everything Everett.”

“Where were you all these years?” Curtis scoffs at him. “She won’t be taking a husband. But she also isn’t staying here. Let her go.”

“You know how long it’s been since I’ve had a virgin?” you twist your head to look at him, eyes wide when you realize the predicament you’re in.

“And it’ll be even longer.”

“She can’t live alone.”

“She won’t. She’s moving bunks today,” the man licks up your face, before throwing you towards Curtis. You retch at the feeling going to wipe it off your cheek. Curtis gives you no time to process everything as he begins to drag you away from your home.

“Curtis stop!”

“I’m taking you away.”

“I don’t want to go away.”

He stops, grabbing tighter to your arm as he glares at you, “You stupid girl. Do you think I’m going to leave you with them? They’ll feast on you every night. That’s what you’re going to live with. Look around.”

You do as your told, eyes drifting over the train at all the men that whisper into each other’s ear. Mocking you, and even cat calling. “Fine. Go back to your bunk, let the wolves eat you. I’m doing what I was told to do. Protect the precious Aspen. Pure as the fresh snow. I won’t fight you to do my job.”

“Yes, you will,” Gilliam steps out of the shadows, looking the both of you up and down. “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I suggest you go back to your bunk, gather what you want before it’s ravished. You’re moving in with Curtis.”

You blow up an exasperated bit of air. “It’s not an option. This is what you’re doing. Now go get what you want, and get in your new bunk. Curtis go with her, in case these disgusting men have different plans.”

His hand still tight on your arm, Curtis drags you to your bunk, “You heard him. Get what you need.”

Crawling into your bunk, you swiftly close the curtain. Grabbing up a blanket to stuff what few belongings you have left. Lifting up the pitiful mattress, you pull out the beautiful snowflake necklace you were told, nobody ever sees. Kissing the diamonds you place it into one of the socks you have that don’t have holes.

Curtis peaks his head around your curtain, “Let’s go. It’s time to give someone else this bunk,” you look around regretfully. Such a small space, but it was your home. One of the bigger areas on this side of the train, because your mother protected you. Fierce as could be. Everyone had a fear of her.

And then there was you. As spoiled as one could be from the tail. “Aspen!” you glare up at Curtis, but scramble out of the bunk. “It’s free to whoever,” he turns back to give a sinister look to the man that dared to lick you, “And if you knew what was good for you, you’d stay away.”

“I guess not all of us, get a pretty little plaything,” with a few short strides Curtis punches the man, knocking him out cold with one hit, before he’s grabbing up your hand to take you to your new home. His bunk.

He slams you down into his area, and you quickly start to scoot back. The area bigger than most for single people. Tidy and clean despite your living conditions. “If you’re gonna be on the bed, take off your shoes.”

A face you recognize peaks out from underneath you, “Aspen, I was wondering when you would be joining our dear Curtis.”

“Bunch of orphans I have to take care of. Edgar, back in bed. I’ve got to go over some ground rules for our sweet Aspen,” with a roll of your eyes you take your shoes of, leaving Curtis to point at a place to store them.

“Your spot will be on the side of the wall. It’s colder, but it’ll stop anyone from getting to you.”

“I know how that works,” you remind him. Settling your makeshift bag of items down, he crawls in after you, and you scoot further away.

“Why are you acting so scared? You know me.”

“What are you wanting to do?”

“Sleep. Put your things away, so I can do that.”

You have such very few belongings. Most are kept on yourself, but when you pull up that sock, Curtis gives you an odd look, pulling you to him, “What’re you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar. You’d have that on your foot,” he grabs the sock from you, and dumps the necklace out into his hand. Looking beside him to see the two of you are still hidden when he lifts it up. “It’s beautiful,” he whispers before tucking it back into the sock. Showing you a hidden box to put it in. “Shh.”

Silently he stores it in the box, returning it to his hidden location. “One of these days, I’d like to see you wearing it.”

Putting everything away was quick, and you stretch out, burrowing yourself into the covers. Curtis falls asleep quickly, while your eyes drift around the bunk. Overwhelmed with feeling alone for the first time in your life. Surrounded by all these people, and still alone.

Rubbing your finger on a hand drawn picture of Curtis when he was younger, and more playful. The picture worn and dirty, but still a bit of decor in the space. This was your life. There was no escape from the train, and definitely not one from the tail.

Flipping over, you look at Curtis’ sleeping face. Oddly beautiful. You had never noticed how full and black his lashes were. Didn’t realize that he had freckles, or a few moles that stuck out from his beard. Gulping you reach out to give the plush beard a rub before jerking your hand back.

Thinking that maybe life here wouldn’t be so bad. Apart from the stench, the people, the disgusting food, and even the uncertainty.

Curtis clears his throat, and his eyes open up quickly, to look at you. Trying to scoot away, his thick heavy arm pulls you closer. “Stop, Curtis, don’t.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” you shrug, unknowing of anything, just the random whispers of something you didn’t fully understand. “Did you and your mom sleep far apart?”

“No.”

“Why?” his eyes narrow looking at you. “Because body heat keeps you warm,” without question, he pulls you closer, and you don’t argue. Too close to him. So close you can feel his breath on blowing warm on your face, but the feeling that blooms in areas you had never felt, make you tremble.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers to you. The two of you close enough that his lips touch you. His face turns up into a smirk, and he tightens his hold even more.

“N-n-nothing.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m cold.”

“There are other ways to stay warm. Although, I don’t think we need to do that yet.”

“Yet?” you ask meekly. Your own lips barely touching his, and you want more. So much more. As if knowing, his eyes flutter shut, and he gives you the sweetest lingering peck.

“Is that what you were wanting?”

“Yes. Can you do it again?”

He chuckles, shaking his head no, and you actually pout at him. “Not tonight. It’s bad enough I have to lay in this bed with you, and not touch you.”

“You are touching me.”

“Not exactly how I want,” you take a deep gulp when you feel his words right at your core, and you timidly kiss him again. Pulling back slowly, and his eyes flick back to your lips. “What’re you doing?”

“I like it,” an actual giggle echos off your lips, and Curtis’ body rolls over yours quickly.

Arms on either side of you, caging you in, while you bashfully stare up at him. Your eyes moving all over his face, and he rolls his hips. His body giving your core a tiny bit of friction and you yelp.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” answering honestly, but still wanting to feel that again. He gives another roll, before settling over you. Peppering kisses on your lips, pulling back with a smile. “That’s all for tonight.”

“What?”

“The curtains are quite thin, and you’re being very loud,” you still for a moment, listening to other’s whisper. A few times hearing your name, and not the nickname that people normally call you.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay? You’re mine now,” with a quick peck, he rolls off of you. Getting himself comfortable before he brings your back to his front. Nuzzling his face close to your neck. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy,” you whine, upset that he was denying you more kisses.

“That wasn’t a request, that was a demand. Get some sleep.”

“Will you do that again tomorrow?”

He places an open mouth kiss on your neck, and you keen at the feeling, “Oh there’s even more that I can do. Only a little at a time, sweet fresh fallen snow. And nobody better touch you. You’re mine. And only mine.”

“The promise?” you ask, pulling up his hand in your own. Moving that thick thumb to trace over your lips.

“You remember that?”

“Uh huh. If you kept me alive, then I was to become yours,” Curtis pushes his thumb past your lips, and moans when you give it a little suck.

“You better quit that. Get some sleep.”

There was a difference in Curtis. An almost animalistic need to keep you near him. Edgar was easy enough, because he followed Curtis, and now you, around like a lost puppy. Curtis had told you, that he just needed to condition everyone to the fact that you were off limits.

Even when it came time for supper, Curtis had watched you eat from your nutrition bar. Smiling at you, when you save most. Even showing you were he kept his own stockpile, with you add to it. The disgusting blobs making a great bargaining tool, should you need it.

You had even caught the eye of Curtis’ friend Tanya. Her fingers moved across your face at the first meeting. Smiling at you, especially when Curtis trusts her enough to do something quickly. Leaving you in her care.

Coming back to see you playing a game Timmy had made up. The children in the tail were always so imaginative, because they had to be. “I like her. You’ve been keeping her hidden.”

“Just keeping her with me. She’s got a line of admirers,” Tanya gives him a disapproving look. “I’m not rushing her,” he reassures her. You ignore them, just giggling with Timmy.

Clearing his throat, you stand quickly, before bidding the two of them farewell. “You’re a bit excited for bed,” he chuckles at you. He knows why you’re excited, and you can’t even put it into words the way you feel. You just know you like it.

Crawling into bed this time, faired much easier. You didn’t hesitate to get into the bed, placing your shoes up, while you waited patiently for Curtis. He closes the curtain quickly, the both of you ignoring the constant talk and whispers.

You sit waiting patiently, while Curtis takes his precious time. His face grinning while he slowly removes his own boots. Reaching around you, you grab ahold of his arm. Holding tightly to it, while his eyes slowly drift up your body.

“If I would have known a couple of kisses would make you that easy to comply, I would have done that a long time ago.”

You bite at your lip, wanting to deny the comment, but you can’t. Wanting him to continue what he was doing last night. “Getting pretty needy aren’t you?”

“What does that…I feel funny.”

“I’m sure you do, Aspen,” crawling over your body, he slowly starts to lay you down. His wide frame goes in between your legs, furrowing your brows you whimper up at him, “You like that?”

“Uh huh. Kiss me,” he gives you an innocent kiss to your lips, before moving to your jaw, descending further to nip at your neck. Your body bucks into him, to try and create that beautiful friction from the night before.

Lost in his movements when he brings his hand to cover your mouth, “I told you to keep quiet,” his voice hot and heavy on your sensitive skin.

You mumble up his name, and he pulls back to look at you. “What?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“You getting warm and toasty?” you nod your head realizing just how hot it was becoming in your little area.

Sitting up, he removes his jacket, followed by a shirt. Curtis kneels in front of you, and you can’t remove your eyes from his arms. Thick cords of muscles, and you try to trace his veins with your eyes, realizing you’re reaching towards him, because you want to touch him. Desire to hold him.

“Where are you feeling fuzzy?” biting your lip, you shake your head no, embarrassed to tell him. “If you tell me, I’ll make it better.”

Pulling at his hand, you guide him over your core, and he lets out a long guttural moan. His hand goes to remove a jacket and shirt from you, before he’s laying on his side, pulling your back into his chest.

His lips back on your neck while his hand slides under your pants. Coming into contact with your weeping cunt, he gives your neck a harder bite, while you mewl out at the immediate pleasure that wraps through your body.

Curtis’ free hand goes around your head, covering your mouth up, while his fingers explore your sex. Moving around your slick, until he touches your bundle of nerves, and you yelp under his hand.

He spends a long time discovering what makes you crazy. Listening to your muffled sounds and breathing. Finding a good rhythm and creating tight circles. Your body going to auto pilot and you rock with his motions. Saying his name, just to get more nips on you.

Your eyes scrunch close when you feel a tightness in your tummy. Like the twisting of rubber band, and it gets shorter and tighter. Building up resistance, until you feel it snap, and a warmth you had never felt shoots through your veins and you cry out.

Curtis doesn’t stop. His fingers drift lower and lower, until he pushes one through your virgin cunt. Even his hand can’t contain your sounds. Panting over him, and you feel his crotch push into your ass, causing another yelp from you.

“Shh. Shh,” he stops his motions, while you whine at him. His finger never leaving your tight hole, but a new deep labored breathing can be heard. “You fucking pervert,” he grunts.

“I couldn’t help it,” Edgar’s shallow voice responds.

“You want me to keep going?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble under him.

“One more time. Wanna feel this pussy squeeze my fingers. You think you can handle it?” you shake your head no, but he slides another through. Smirking when you give a pitiful yell under him.

“Yeah you can. See?” his fingers slides down further and you feel a comforting, and slightly painful stretch. “We’ll just make it fit. What about a third.”

“No!” you answer, as he continues to chuckle.

“We’ll get you there. Besides, I’ve got something better to stuff in this pretty little hole,” he pumps his fingers into you tunnel, and you arch into him. Letting his fingers slowly ruin you. Weakened by Curtis Everett, and you want to feel this every day.

Sobbing as he continues his ministrations. Working you over in a way you never felt possible. Blacking out when another high shoots through your body, and he slows his movements. Gradually changing his pace, until he stops completely.

“There she is,” he kisses on your cheek, and watches your eyes slowly drift closed. Pulling his fingers up to his mouth, he enters both of them. Sucking off your juices before settling back behind you.

Pulling the dingy covers up over both of you, and he slowly gives you the sweetest pecks to what little skin you have exposed. “You did so good.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Edgar, shut up.”

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Chris Evans - Curtis Everett

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My first Mel/Ruth fic - for the lovely @ruthiesrambles2 🖤💚

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I wish more people saw Snowpiercer so we could poor little meow meowify this woman

#i just rewatched this with my friends tonight!! they did not like it!!#snow piercer #snowpiercer #minister mason #shitpost #textpost

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I HEAR IT IS MY FAVOURITE NEW YORKER’S BIRTHDAY

Happy birthday from me and your favourite rank daddy, darling! 🫶🏻🎉❤️

IM DOWN BAD FOR CURTIS! Undeniably the best role ever. 🤭 thank you Lily! 😂😂😂🥰🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

#Chris Evans #snow piercer

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Sooo is anyone interested in a snow piercer rp??

I recently watched the movie again and loved the whole thing!! Of course Curtis looked amazing and I wouldn't mind writing for him!!

I'm seriously into the idea of digging deeper into his character especially and would love to do doubles

If anyone is interested just like this post and I'll reach out!!

I'm really into plotting and making new writing friends

I'm 18+

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snowpiercer original title and cover

#Le Transperceneige #snowpiercer #snow piercer #comics #comic books

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Another Man's Poison - Part 2

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, wolf transformation,

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: 3k

Part 1 | One Man's Meat M. List

The transformation ceremony awaits.

You and the Maximoff twins are stripped until only a sports bra and shorts are left, the bare minimum to cover your skin, standing in the middle of the forest, facing the moonlight.

Margo, being the perky princess she always is, refused to wear so little in the middle of the fucking August, the most scorching time of the year, and chose to have a large T-shirt to cover her body instead.

“Don’t be afraid of your wolf.” Paul remains in his human form, reassuring you four youngsters as the Maximoff twins tremble in either the chilliness of the earth, or the fear of transformation, “Hear it. Tune into it. Unleash it. Your wolf is a part of you as much as your limb or your eyes.”

A few wolves pace around the circle of the ceremony. You recognize Halden and Jason in their wolf form, protecting the perimeter. Sam, being the younger brother of Paul, stands in the circle of pack members, as always. Your parents are here too, watching you with encouraging eyes.

You take a deep breath and feel inside.

Nothing.

As if your wolf is sleeping.

Looks like the plan is on the right track.

The extremely reckless and frankly stupid plan, as Curtis calls it, involves you drinking a carefully measured vial of potion made from Wolfsbane and other herbs. Temporarily reducing your wolf's connection to the moon, hoping it would stop you from turning into one during the ceremony.

Margo, unexpectedly, as you zone out for a moment, is the first to transform.

It starts with a pained yelp, and her body crawls onto the ground, arms and legs are covered by brown fur. When she finally stands, on her four legs, she transforms fully into a large wolf, howling to the moon.

It is at that moment, when Jason and Halden attack from either side of the circle of shifters. Aiming at Paul. Margo, as well as a handful of families, joins them in their wolf form. Others, such as the Maximoff twins, shield themselves from the chaos and the riot.

Snarling. Growling. Whimpering.

While you begin to run.

Run as fast as you could. Run as if you are going to leave all of this behind you.

Twigs snap at your feet. Sharp leaves cut into your skin.

Something briefly makes your heart jump. Not the kind of squirrels or birds that spread their tails or flap their wings all of a sudden. Not the kind of scare that startles you for a second.

No.

Something from the inside. From the bottom of your heart.

Something that … is disturbed. Is cocooned. Wanting to come out. Waiting to come out.

You stop. Leaning onto a large tree trunk. Catching your breath.

You are no expert but you know whatever frightened you wasn’t normal.

It was your wolf. Sensing possible danger and threat. It was disturbed from the slumber you put it – her in.

Not there yet. You tell yourself. If you let go right now, the wolfsbane toxin still lingers in your blood. It could make you and your wolf hurt.

You take a deep breath and lower your heartbeat. You cannot afford your wolf to come out.

Not yet.

Not until you have drunk the antidote in Curtis’ place.

A rustling noise comes from your left, which instinctively forces you to run. Run to the only place you feel safe.

Run to Curtis.

The cabin stands in the middle of the forest, on the very edge of Wilford’s and Paul’s territory. Warm yellow glow shines from the porch, shining from the creek between the door and the door frame, suggesting someone – most likely Curtis – was waiting for your arrival.

You almost break Curtis’ door open before closing it. Panting. Supporting your body weight on the wooden planks that form the door. As Curtis shoves a small vial in your hands.

“Drink.” That’s all he says.

You take his word for it, downing the vial in one gulp, and almost immediately your blood bubbles like five liters of Spritz in your veins. The poisonous wolfsbane evaporates out of every pore on your skin, dissolving into harmless air.

“Better?” His cold blue eyes focus on you, handing you a large bath towel as you almost collapse on his chair, gesturing you to wipe the sweat off your body, “I calculated the dosage. The antidote should outweigh the poison, leaving a little behind to wake your wolf.”

You could have possibly broken a marathon record just now, but at this precise moment, you are too tired to speak, only nod as a reply. You take the towel off his hands, wrapping it around your body, and gently dabbing it on your face. You can feel the sweat streaming down on the edge of your eyebrows.

The towel has a faint scent on it. You are sure it doesn’t smell like Curtis, but something softer.

Lilac.

Catching your breath, you tear your mind from the topic of what kind of laundry detergent he uses, and turn to the more urgent one at hand: “The connection – my wolf,” you pause briefly, trying to recall the jump in your heart, “it stirs a little on my way here, is it alright?”

Curtis grabs a few vials from the kitchen table, nearly knocking down a few glass equipment as he prepares for your ceremony. He sighs, lightly shaking his head, “I not sure … to be honest. We will only have to wait. If she pops out, no harm no foul.”

“And if not?”

Curtis bears his eyes into yours, “If she doesn’t come out by morning, then we will both be in trouble.”

Your body can feel it. It is being called to at the wrong time, the wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, you must get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing in on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

You have been sitting on the ground for over an hour now. You have tried running, stomping, jumping around, almost everything you can do to alleviate your heartbeat and wake up your wolf. But deep down, the inside of your body has been awfully quiet.

On the other hand, Curtis has intimidated you enough regarding the topic of “what would happen if your wolf won’t come out”. There is a good chance of your wolf never waking up because the wolfsbane poison is too strong. A slim possibility would be your wolf acting out in the wrong place and at the wrong time, similar to how patients wake up from their coma. But nothing is for certain.

According to Curtis, his wolf woke when he stumbled into the woods after running away from his family. It was early, he had just reached the age of 18. And he had no pack alongside him for this process. He shifted quite painfully and nearly caused a stir in the nearby village if it were not for him running into a large tree trunk and knocking himself out cold.

"Excuse me?"

His words reach your ears, his eyes spark a glimpse of a reddish-gold, his hissing pushes and pokes you even further.

With your emotions on edge, there is no way you would slip past this chance to shove his stupid ass into his stupidly handsome face.

“Well, excuse you, but I’m trying to let my wolf out here. So, unless you have a better idea, kindly shut up and let me think.”

“It’s not about thinking.” He snaps back.

“Thanks, genius. Not sure how that’s gonna help.”

You are normally not like this. Angered. Agitated. You are kind and sweet, most of the time, and that’s why Curtis decided to help you. At least it’s one of the reasons.

His blue eyes spare you a glance.

“It’s about tapping into your raw emotions. Your primal instincts. The wolf spirit inside is all about the wilderness, not critical analysis.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself, pointing to his chest as an example, “Feel her here.”

“There’s nothing there!” You cry out due to visible frustration, “I can’t feel a goddamn thing!”

“That’s because you’re not trying hard enough!” He shouts.

“Well, maybe you killed it!” You scream.

A growl.

A growl and there is a jet-black wolf instead of Curtis.

His clothes tore off. His nose twitched. His fangs bared. What remained Curtis is the crystal blue eyes that are practically glaring daggers at you.

Another growl. And you assume he’s cursing in wolf vocabulary.

He – the wolf steps forward. And another growl rumbles from his large body. His snout is dangerously close to your face. If you run, there’s a good chance he rips your head off your shoulders.

But that riles you up even more.

“Don’t you fucking dare yell at me!” You shout back, feeling your heart is about to explode as your anger and the surge of your boiling blood travels down your limbs, “It’s not my fault that-”

Sharp claws land on the ground instead of your own hands, stopping your single-side shouting match and your thoughts as well. It’s silver, like the moon – though your sight feels different, taking a more yellowish color than your human vision. You can see more from the front and less from the sides. And your tail, it feels heavy. But natural, as you sway it like you have seen the puppies do. Your bones, your fur-coated skin, your strong legs. Everything feels new and … different.

Curtis takes a few steps back without you noticing – as you have said, your wolf side-vision is practically shit – and approaches you again in small, calculated steps.

His snout brushes the fur on your neck, sniffing you carefully.

A noise that is close to a snarl escape your lips – your snout. The anger is still running through your bloodstream, so you huff and turn, slapping his chest with your tail.

Curtis grunts in return, trotting up to sink his teeth into your fur. Not really to hurt you, but, you take a wild guess, to assert dominance.

You grumble a few dark words under your breath. You doubt you can speak “wolf”, but your ducking and escaping his bite certainly adds to the obvious fact that you won’t accept his lead.

Shaking your body like you have just emerged from the water, you put some distance between you and Curtis. There’s a tiny voice inside that yips “BITE HIM BACK” and you are fairly certain that’s your wolf. But you do your best to ignore it.

After all, you know that it is his effort that you and your wolf are intact, safe, and secure.

Curtis takes another careful step towards you, and you start to run.

Strong bones and muscles support your large wolf form, carrying you sprinting on the edge of pack territories. Your paws digging into the dirt, your nose twitching for peculiar scents in the forest, and your eyes focusing on your tracks.

Curtis catches up in just a few seconds, running along with you, bumping into your body, whether the act is out of deliberateness is unclear, but you bump into him as well.

You slow your steps into trotting, playfully trying to bite his neck. He yawns, nibbling on your front leg as an act of defiance. Somehow, it has ended up in a strangle. You tackle him on the ground, sprawling over him like it is a blanket instead of a wolf underneath. His teeth are bare and a little rumbling is simmering down his throat before he flips you over easily, howling to the moon – while the moon is practically nowhere to be seen as the sky turns a lighter shade of blue.

You take the chance and shrink to your human form, mounting on him easily as you have been living in the woods your whole life. You are more or less of a climber, which makes you giggle in triumph as you lie on his back and grip his dark fur tightly, just in case he decides to flip you over again.

He freezes.

His soft black fur wraps around your body like a second skin, which your brain realizes, in hindsight, that you ripped through your clothes during the sudden transformation, and now you are lying stripped naked on his back. On Curtis’ back.

Embarrassment floods your face as you bury your burning cheeks into his back deeper, mumbling, “Could you please take me back? I don’t have any clothes on …”

Curtis does not reply, but his action speaks for him. He turns in the direction from which you came and starts jogging towards his place.

You didn’t run very far at the beginning, and it doesn’t take long as Curtis stops at where you transformed.

You jump to the ground from his back, hurriedly covering your body with the large towel he brought in his backpack and shrugging his jacket over your shoulders. Shoes are a bummer, as you left them in your home, and the soft soil under your feet does not bother you to put some shoes on.

Curtis, now fully returned to his human form, takes his clothes to put them on behind a tree, emerging a few seconds later, dressed in a grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Expecting to put the awkward ride behind your head, you whisper a soft “Thank you” and ask, “By the way, that thing you mentioned, the one possibility where the transformation could have less audience, why … or what is that? Is it like … an old ritual?”

The three a.m. tiredness is creeping up towards him. “It’s … an ancient lore.” He fumbles with his words as he walks to his cabin with you, “More like a myth, actually.”

“If we can work on this myth – I mean, it worked on me, didn’t it? Then wolves don’t have to be in their pack when they shift.” You pipe up, still very excited about the fact that you have transformed, “Think about how it would benefit the young shifters -”

“Because it has a critical, almost crucial condition.” Curtis sighs, “Can we not talk about this? It’s almost four and I’m tired.”

“But could you tell me the condition, at least?” You blink, “Please?”

Was he this annoying at the age of 19? He doubts so. But alas, shifters always say that a pair of wolves should be different, that’s what makes their mating bond tight.

Curtis is probably using the ration of sighing for the next year as he reluctantly compels himself to tell the truth.

Well, more like his wolf is encouraging him to tell the truth, or else, he’s going to annoy Curtis till his – their deaths.

He takes a deep breath.

What Curtis didn’t tell you at the beginning, was that he did not knock himself out cold as an accident. He stumbled to the edge of Paul’s territory and smelt you.

A hint of your raw and immature scent.

Lilac.

That put him out cold and restored his sane brain, along with the loss of his energy for running all night.

“The myth tells of only one other wolf’s presence at the transformation. The true mate’s presence.”

By the time Jason finally has his mind free of the trivia from his pack, he agrees with your parents and starts a hunt for you. Halden traces your scent to the cabin in the woods. Curtis’ place. By then you have already gone.

Clothes and necessities packed. His pickup truck driven away. Leaving a room full of dust and herbs and creaky furniture behind.

A few sightings of a big black creature have been reported since then. Myths start to spread, claiming that a bloodthirsty bear is lurking in the forests.

But it’s just Curtis on his herbs hunt.

Such sightings always make you grin that Curtis and his wolf made their way to urban legends.

“Have you thought about joining a new pack? Treating the shifters with your herbs and potions?” You dip your toes into the lake, watching as the “terrifying” big black wolf takes another lap in the water under the moonlight.

His wolf huffs, jumping onto the shore and shaking his body, soaking your shirt with the water beads from his fur.

“Okay, okay! Point taken!” You raise your hand in defeat.

“Firstly, it’s not potions, pup, it’s called herbal medication.” Curtis returns to his human form, dries himself with a towel, and sits beside you with his jeans on. “Secondly, we’ve been near so many pack territories, and nearly nothing grows. And last,” he points towards your backpack which has your laptop and books inside, “you’ve still got your college for three more years, and we’re not going anywhere before that.”

“We could find a spot in the mountains when I graduate.” You lean onto his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat in a steady rhythm and his warmth radiating from his skin, yawning, “Just the two of us, y’know? In a small town, in the woods, with a small patch of land for you to grow the herbs … and … a small cabin … and … beds not creaky …”

Curtis presses a kiss to the top of your head as you fall asleep.

“I know, pup.” He whispers, “I know.”

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snowpiercer

Read our action-packed review of the new movie Snowpiercer, starring Chris Evans and directed by Bong Joon-ho. We'll tell you everything you need to know about this edge-of-your-seat thriller, from the White Walkers to the fight scenes.If you're looking for an action-packed movie with edge-of-your-seat excitement, you'll want to check out Snowpiercer. Starring Chris Evans and Tilda Swinton, this sci-fi thriller will keep you entertained from beginning to end. Read our review to find out more.

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#Mixed feelings on the snow piercer season 3 finale #Depending on what they do with 4 they might have gotten rid of all of thier interesting characters #Which will possibly lead to them further zoning in on the romance I don't give a fuck about #Hopefully they'll develop some other characters instead #But I think I would have preferred if they had turned down the offer to make more seasons in exchange for going off train #Will probably check out an episode or two of season four to see if I like it #But I doubt it

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: the type of beauty the piercers/ tattoo artists in my modern au hold

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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like new leaves on a bush and budding flowers emerging from the ground; like lush moss and drops of dew clinging to grass in the morning; like the first warmth of the sun after a cold winter and a playful breeze curling through a garden; like the soft song of birds in the crisp morning air

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 like the golden brilliance of the sun and the ripe sweetness of fruits; like the constellations of freckles on sunkissed skin and airy freedom of light clothes; like the laughs shared between friends and the coolness of diving into water; like the sun sinking behind the horizon and late nights spent outside in the warm air

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the lights of festivals illuminating the night; like the afterglow of warmed skin and the combination of summer and autumn wardrobes; like watching the butterflies in the garden and harvesting fruits and vegetables; like getting surprised by tepid rain and watching stunning thunderstorms light up the sky

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the leaves changing their colour and the sour sweetness of apples; like the earthy smell after rain and the crunch of stepping on leaves; like pulling your favourite sweater from the closet and the sound of rain against your window; like the smell of cinnamon and baked goods wafting through your kitchen

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 like the feeling of coming home after being out in the cold and warming your hands around a steaming mug of your favourite drink; like the scent of pine in the air and the swirls of frost decorating the windows; like the stillness of a snowy landscape and doodling on snowed in cars; like the reflection of icicles in the sun and your breath being visible in the air; like bundling up in a pile of cosy blankets and making fun of cliché rom coms

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like the beginning of something new; like rivers breaking through their icy surface and misty morning sceneries; like the realisation you can leave your scarf at home and sitting outside in the sun for the first time again; like talking a walk through a blooming landscape and catching up with your friends again

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