#curtis everett drabble
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krirebr ยท 10 days ago
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I keep thinking about your assertion that Curtis knits. I've got this mental image of single dad Curtis making matching beanies for him and his baby, that he carries in a little baby carrier attached to his torso.
-Zombie
@thezombieprostitute ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME????????????
"What the actual fuck?" you mumble to yourself, deep under your breath, as you take a seat in the waiting room. Across from you is a very large man, broad, bulky, and muscular. That's not what catches your attention though (well, aside from the fact that he's beautiful, but you're trying your hardest not to be, or at least appear, so shallow). No, that would be what he has strapped to his chest. Just barely peeking out above the top of some sort of baby bjorn is the teeny tiniest little infant you've maybe ever seen, their arms flailing wildly into his chest. His only reaction is to softly coo down at them, and that would be enough to have your metaphorical ovaries exploding, but to make matters so much worse, he's passing his wait time by knitting, his thick fingers deftly moving the thin needles while also nimbly avoiding the baby's waving limbs. All you can see of his project is a small disk, the yarn a deep navy that matches the color of the knit beanie he's currently wearing. Oh my god, is he making the baby a matching hat???? You cannot deal if that's the case. It's too adorable for your brain to process.
The motion of his knitting draws your gaze to his big hands, and you can't help but notice that he isn't wearing any rings at all. And then you see hints of tattoos peaking out of his sleeves and you're lucky you don't just faint on the spot. You can't be held responsible for the noise you make, a needy little whine, that you don't even realize came out of you until it's too late. He looks up and meets your gaze and holy smokes, his eyes, ice blue and gentle. You stutter at his attention. "Sorry," you say, with no control whatsoever over your mouth, "your baby is, uh, very good. Very good baby." Oh dear god. Heat rushes to your face as you hope that the floor might open up and swallow you whole.
"Thanks," he says, with a bemused smile that might actually make him even more attractive. You are so doomed. "I sure think so." Then with one hand on the baby's butt, he shifts and clears his things from the chair next to him. "I'm Curtis," he says a little shyly and you're up and out of your chair, on your way to sit next to him before you even realize what your legs are doing.
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saiyanprincessswanie ยท 5 months ago
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๐Ÿงš๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธโœจBippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! Youโ€™ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + soothing technique ๐Ÿฅบ
๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ I never get one of these so Iโ€™m so excited! Iโ€™ve never written for the hunky Curtis before so Iโ€™m going to give this a try.
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Cure your ache
Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader
Summary: Curtis takes care of you in more ways than one.
Warning: Smut and soothing massage.
Word Count: 700
A/N: not edited, written on my phone. No clue if I did this right. ๐Ÿซฃ
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Curtis comes home from work and finds you lying on the couch on your stomach with a heating pad on your back. He kneels beside you taking in your tired features.
โ€œPrincess, are you feeling okay?โ€ His hand softly cups your cheek and you stare up at him.
โ€œYeah, I think I might have pulled something in my back. Just trying to relax.โ€ You softly answer.
โ€œI know what would help. Let me give you my famous massage and help get those kinks out of your back.โ€ To demonstrate he lifts his hand and starts to rub your lower back softly.
You smile at him. โ€œYou donโ€™t need to tell me twice.โ€ Turning off the heating pad you slowly get up with the help of Curtis and head to the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, you strip down to just your lacy panties and lay on your stomach on the bed. Curtis is in the bathroom washing up and changing into his sweatpants. He comes out of the bathroom and groans at the position you are in.ย 
โ€œDamn, Princess you look good to eat. But that will have to wait for later as I promised you a massage.โ€
Curtis walks over to the bed and crawls up your body. He sees you have the massage oil next to you. He grabs the bottle with one hand and then straddles your butt.
Squirting the oil in his hand he rubs both hands together and starts rubbing your back. His strong, firm hands move up and down your back in tandem with one another. You canโ€™t help but groan as he works to get the kinks out of your back.ย 
This sinfully feels amazing as his hands rub soothing motions across your back. You feel like you could drift off until he finds that one spot that hurts and you squeak out in pain.
โ€œI can feel a knot in your back princess. Let me work you through this and I promise you will feel better.โ€
Softly you whisper, โ€œOkay love.โ€
His hands start off soft as they work your back. It feels awful at first but the more he works that spot the less it hurts. Curtis can feel the knot start to go away and with a firm rub, itโ€™s gone.
You sigh in relief as you feel the pain release from your body.ย 
โ€œYour hands are a gift from heaven. I swear theyโ€™re one of my favorite parts I love about you.โ€
Curtis quirks his eyebrow. โ€œWhatโ€™s your favorite part of me then?โ€ His hands stop rubbing your back.
You canโ€™t help but giggle. โ€œYour mouth and cock are my favorites.โ€
Curtis laughs. โ€œYeah, you do seem to be addicted to them. Say, how about I run you a bath and then I can cure your ache between your legs.โ€
โ€œYes, please Curtis. I need you.โ€ย 
Curtis jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom to run a bath for you. You discard your panties and follow him into the bathroom where he is already naked. Once the tub was ready you both climbed in and he instantly thrusted into you.ย 
Curtis was helping you bounce on his cock as the water was slouching around you. You tilted your head back and moaned his name.
โ€œCurtis!โ€
He was thrusting up into your tight pussy as hard and fast as he could go. He always wanted you, craved to be between your legs day and night. Curtis felt himself getting closer to his release.ย 
โ€œPlay with your clit like a good girl. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.โ€
You reached down with your hand and started to rub your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Within seconds you were cumming hard around his cock and screaming his name to the heavens. A few hard thrusts later and he was cumming deep inside you. His groan echoed off the bathroom walls.ย 
The things he will do for you to make you feel better are for both your pleasure.
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ronearoundblindly ยท 1 year ago
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Surprise blurb bomb!
You knew better than to take the elevator of the old building, but you gaslit yourself that it would be fine. Newsflash, it wasnโ€™t fine, and the old box got stuck between floors. Itโ€™s okay, though, because you knew the fire station wasnโ€™t far away. You called the fire department to come rescue you, and as the doors open, youโ€™re greeted by a warm smile from the man standing on the ladder. He lifts you out like itโ€™s nothing and personally checks that youโ€™re okay. He knows itโ€™s not very professional, but he just canโ€™t help how badly he wants to ask you out. Whoโ€™s your babe?
Ok, I went through SEVERAL scenarios until I arrived at my choice. (Also, I don't know how FDs work and I think that will become clear at some point while reading this...)
First, I thought Johnny Storm, obvs, because firefighter makes sense. He'd be the young, cocky kid who is used to being hit on by all the ladies of all ages. He'd be impressed when he reaches into the elevator compartment to find you not only alone but perfectly calm. He sees damsels in distress everyday really; he's bored of the type. You, however, are intriguing.
Second, I went for the painfully typical of me and thought Steve, DUH! He's just so sweet and generous with his time. He's so patient while you gather your thing strewn about the elevator floor and secure your hand in his. He is a consummate professional, so he blushes and looks away when you adjust your skirt. The fabric rode up your thighs, and he may have seen a peek of underwear, naughty boy. He considers it only gentlemanly to buy you a drink and maybe dinner to make up for it...
BUT THEN!
Finally, I landed on Curtis.
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He's a grouch today. The whole team has seen it. He does nothing but hang out with the guys, and there's only so much bro-ing one can take before throwing a tantrum. He misses quiet, delicate, soft things. He misses quality time. He's BIG TIRED.
He just put out two blazes in the last six hours when they received a call about a jammed elevator three blocks away. Captain sent him over because the fire was almost entirely contained, and the last time they waited even five minutes to respond to a power outage emergency like this, some poor schmuck had a coronary and died in front of the other four people trapped in the lift!
The department doesn't need that type of shit storm in the press again, never mind they simply outsourced the call in the midst of six floors on the east side of a building going up in thirty minutes flat.
Anyway, Curtis is grumpy, the epitome of grumpy, and he sucks on his teeth the whole time he's yelling into the cracked elevator door to remain calm.
"Oh, hi," you chirp with a little wave once he's pried open a foot of leeway. The most urgent thing you seem to do is put your bookmark in place before standing up.
Curtis huffs out a chuckle, relieved to see it's just you and you're perfectly fine.
Curtis also sees that you are, well, perfectly fine.
The kind of 'fine' he could be quiet, delicate, and soft with. A quality sort of 'fine.' And grumpy-ass Curtis is so tired he just blurts out that you two should have dinner in celebration of his heroic rescue. He really, really likes that your first thought is not keeping him from helping someone else today.
"Not a chance, sunshine. I earned a bite to eat. Only question is whether or not you need carryin' down to the restaurant..."
Thank you for asking!
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bigtreefest ยท 9 months ago
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Happy Hoelloween! ๐ŸŽƒโค๏ธ Please accept this lil hoe treat just for you:
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It looks like heโ€™s had a hard day and needs one of your sweet treats to turn his frown upside down. Hope youโ€™re up for it, because he sure is ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ˜˜
A Well-deserved Treat
Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (modern AU)
Summary: After a long day, you know exactly what Curtis needs
Word count: 729
Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, grunty Curtis, grumpy Curtis, nonverbal Curtis, soapy handjob, shower, Curtisโ€™s beautiful naked body
A/N: Hehehe, happy Hoelloween, Siri!! A sweet treat, indeed!! Thank you so much for sending this in. Sorry itโ€™s a little bit after Halloween, but I think this kind of slowed-down comfort is what we need right now. My poor Curty having a hard day? The least I can do is take care of him when he always does the same for me!!!
Thank you all for reading! Comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo appreciated.
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Curled up on the couch queueing up all the scary movies you had planned to watch for the night, you heard his truck pull into the driveway. Curtis was finally home, and it was much later than you both had anticipated.
On most days, he was gone before the sunrise, that part wasnโ€™t new. But early hours usually meant an early return unless something went wrong at the shop. And judging by the way the sun was well below set in the sky and you were already on your second bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters, something went really wrong.
The door closed a little harder than usual, although Curtis was careful not to slam it. Based off of that, he didnโ€™t seem angry about the day, but most definitely annoyed at the very least.
You turned to greet him, but he was already gone, the faint sound of him toeing off his boots filling the hallway along with his jingling belt buckle. He was probably going to take a shower to wash the day away, which was a good idea. That always calmed him a little, but he probably needed even more than that.
Curtis was probably going to take a bit of a longer shower, too, but you didnโ€™t want to waste time. You moved quickly to throw the blanket off of you, grabbing the bowl of candy and setting it on the doormat for kids to help themselves. Your man needed you.
You ran quickly with your socked feet faintly sliding on the wooden floors, grateful you had already closed the windows earlier as you shucked off pieces of clothing one by one, leaving a trail.
Once you got to the bathroom door, Curtis was already under the water, simply standing there and letting it rush over him, a faint frown on his face. His hulking shoulders rose and fell steadily with his even breathing which was interrupted as you stepped into his space.
Curtisโ€™s eyes blinked open, his long eyelashes catching droplets of water. Your heart sunk a little, seeing the clear exhaustion in his features as you reached up, your hands gently cupping his jaw, beard lightly scratching your palms.
โ€œHi, honey,โ€ you whispered just above the sound of rushing water. He simply sighed and gave a grunt in response. Curtis had used his voice too much today, barking orders and corrections around the shop, dealing with more than his fair share of customers. Words were not something he wanted to produce right now, and he was so happy you could see that with the sympathetic smile that you flashed him.
Without a second thought, you knew exactly what you needed to do, reaching to the side and grabbing a dollop of body wash. You lathered it between your hands before pressing them against his firm pecs, rubbing in small circles. You moved outward across the broad expanse of his chest, watching his eyes flutter shut and his head tilt backwards in ecstasy.
You worked your way downward, over the hair of his chest and the ridges of his abs until you came upon the thatch of hair just above where he was starting to grow hard. The relaxation and care you were showing him was enough to do that, and after the kind of day he had, be needed a release.
You reached your soapy hand for his shaft, slowly pumping his length. You were startled as Curtisโ€™s hand shot out and slapped the shower wall, his chin falling to his sternum as his breaths began to pick up. You could hear them huffing out of his nose. He watched the way you expertly twisted your wrist, slightly tentative since he still hadnโ€™t spoken yet.
Curtisโ€™s head slowly rose, his pupils blown with pleasure looking at you through his eyelashes. From the sight of his lust and need to feel good taking over, you got distracted, lost in his gaze. You didnโ€™t even realize your hold weakening, your rhythm faltering until his large hand clasped over yours, helping you squeeze him and move faster.
Finally, Curtisโ€™s lips broke their seal with a small gasp. His chest rumbled in a way that sent a shiver through you despite the warm water. His voice came out in a low growl, one you couldnโ€™t ever bring yourself to deny.
โ€œThatโ€™s it. Give me what I need.โ€
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Bonus A/N: Gimme that beast of a man. Lemme shower him in affection and wash off that grime in an actual shower๐Ÿซฃ
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babyjakes ยท 2 years ago
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lock them out and throw a feast.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | food play
pairing | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader
warnings | soft!dark!curtis. non-con. crying. restraints. use of gag. fingering. minimal dialogue (curtis is a quiet guy.) oral (f receiving) with plenty of clit focus. messy food play (a whole bakery's worth of sweets.) forced orgasm. squirting. implied multiple (forced) orgasms. written in 3rd person for some reason. showered!curtis :D
word count | 1,698
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an | my snowpiercer knowledge is soooooo rusty i haven't watched the movie in years. this is kind of written in a universe where curtis and his rebellion were able to take over the engine. he picks out a pretty little front-ender as his reward and throws himself a feast... anyway, please ignore any details that might not align with the movie plot. this fic is dedicated to my sweet precious wonderful somny @onsunnyside, she isn't active much these days but of course i wanted to write her a kinkmas piece still, she is so special to me. and i know she loves curtis, so this felt like the perfect opportunity. love you, sonson<33 hope you're well and having happy holidays!
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Everything was just the way he ordered it. An empty car all to himself, with both exits locked, dark curtains drawn. Lights dimmed, just bright enough to see through the stilled air. One shining down stronger than the rest in the center of the room, illuminating his long-awaited bounty. His final reward. His feast, fit for a king.
The moment he had laid eyes on her, cowering and weeping as her family's luxury quarters were broken into, he knew she was his endgame. He promised himself he'd have his way with her once he made it to the engine and overthrew the elite. Now that the hard work was done, it was time for him to revel in his victories. And there was no better way to do that, he had decided, than to feed the hunger that had been eating away at him for as long as he could remember.
He stood back in the shadows for the longest time, just taking in the glorious scene before him. Sucking in a strained breath, he pressed a tentative hand over the bulge in his pants. They were new; everything on him was. As his trusted second-in-commands were preparing his private car, Curtis had disappeared to care for himself and his body for the first time in seventeen years. He had a long, tedious shower, taking his time to remove nearly two decades of filth from his tattered body. Once he was clean, he had first choice from an entire car full of clothing- everything brand new. He remained modest with his choices. All the glitz and glam of the elite had no appeal to him.
Taking a step forward, he let his dark brown overcoat fall to the floor, leaving him in the simple gray t-shirt and utility trousers he had claimed earlier. Biting his lip, he pried his hand from his raging hard-on. He would relieve himself, in time. For now, he wanted to savor every moment he spent building up to that release.
Her quiet whimpers were the loudest thing in the room, accompanied by the low rumbling of the train's machinery in the background. Her crystalline tears only made her more beautiful, Curtis thought to himself. There was something so exquisite about her agonized expression; it didn't matter how wrong or cruel this was. He had given it all, risked his life for that damn train. This was his; he had earned it. He would allow himself that.
His men had done a fine job with the setup. She was as captivating as he had dreamt for all those years- no, she was better. Her body sprawled out elegantly over the smooth oak finish of the table below her, tied to the corners by her wrists and ankles, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be feasted on, a meal to be devoured. And Curtis hadn't had a proper meal in years. The rest of the table's surface was covered in all the sweets and confectionaries his subordinates could find. Ripe fruits, delicate cakes and pastries, bowls of thick chocolates and creams- and to top it all off, his main course had been decorated lavishly to the likings of the delicacies surrounding her. Her most sensitive places had been drizzled and dipped, sprinkled and powdered, making her the most divine-looking creature the man had ever seen.
He took another step forward, surveying her as a vulture would its prey. Her dewy eyes peered up fearfully at him as he slowly approached the side of the table. Voice slightly hoarse from all her crying and struggling, she whined weakly through the thick cloth gag secured snugly between her chocolate-smeared lips.
"Shhhh," Curtis breathed out, the steadiness of his voice and posture such a stark contrast to the girl who lay weeping and bound before him. As he turned to make his way to the end of the table, her bare feet thrashed and kicked uselessly in protest. He simply shook his head at her pitiful displays of defiance. "No use fighting it, sweetheart," he hummed, his voice almost consoling in tone. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I get a good taste of what's mine."
With heedless, eager motions, the man cleared the portion of the table that sat between the girl's trembling legs. As mouth-watering as everything he was pushing aside appeared, his only focus was closing the space between him and the one thing he was truly starving for. Lowering his front down onto the now empty surface, Curtis' greedy eyes trailed up his victim's messy legs, finding the sacred point at which they joined. He drooled at the sight of her perfect cunt as it sat before him on display, dribbles of cream and what appeared to be nervous arousal collecting beneath her rounded ass.
"Mine," he repeated, this time nearing a growl. His rugged hands came up to squeeze at her soft, heavenly thighs, earning tiny squeaks of fear from the poor girl as she shook her head pleadingly- but it was no use. He had her before him now; nothing would come between him and his feast. "This body belongs to me now, angel. Do you understand?" He brought a hand up to push back her mound, exposing her swollen clit and leaky hole to his prying eyes. The confidence he was speaking with was impressive, given the fact that he'd never spoken to a woman like this in his life. But after all he'd lived through, he felt entitled to that sense of authority. He held her life in his hands, quite literally. And he sure as hell was ready to make the most of it.
"This pretty cunt-" he dared to take his words further, his other hand dragging a finger up through the streams of sugary icing coating her thighs to begin prodding at her tiny hole. "-is mine. All mine," he hummed, perfectly happy to be stating these truths to only himself, if his new possession was so insistent on denying them with her angry sobs and harsh glares. She would come around in time; he knew she would. She wouldn't have any choice in the matter.
His finger nudged and teased at the opening a bit more before gently dipping inside, the man's patience wearing thin. At the feeling of her tight, slippery walls doing everything in their power to fight off his intrusion, Curtis wasn't ashamed of the way his cock only grew harder from her unwillingness. He savored the distressed grunts and groans she let out as he forced his digit in up to a first knuckle, then a second. Turning his hand in a fluid motion, he began fucking his finger up into her, groaning lowly at the sight of her quickly growing increasingly responsive to his efforts.
Free-hand momentarily moving back to grab harshly at her hipbone, Curtis licked his lips as his gaze settled in on the tiny nub sitting at the top of the girl's messy slit. Bringing his thumb and pointer finger back down, he forcefully spread her upper lips apart, exposing her poor little button to the cool air of the room. Her legs kicked and struggled as he drew his face in closer, letting out a low groan as the bundle of nerves was finally taken between his parched lips.
The girl let out a howl through her gag, choking on her cries and spit as Curtis worked her aching clit. Closing his eyes, the man savored the feeling of the tiny bump twitching and trembling against his steady suckling. Letting go of any last hesitations, he submitted to eating her fresh cunt like a beast that'd been starved. He paid no mind to being gentle or polite as he latched onto her helpless core, delivering punishing waves of pain and pleasure well outside the realms of her wildest nightmares.
When his lips grew sore from sucking, he switched to dragging his tongue over the pulsating nub, starting with slow, teasing licks before switching to fast, merciless swipes in the blink of an eye. The alternating paces reduced his victim to softer sobs and hiccups, her hips bucking up wildly as her body struggled to tolerate the intense stimulation. And as soon as he'd had enough of the tongue work, he was back to nursing at the poor button, now so puffy and swollen from receiving his undivided attention.
As the girl's thighs shook, Curtis could see something shifting within her. The noises she let out were becoming more desperate, more panicked, with an expression of impending doom appearing on her tear-stained face. At the realization that she was being brought to orgasm against her will, the unrelenting hunger in Curtis' gut only rose. "That's it," he grumbled lowly, her sweet, sticky juices coating his reddened lips. "You're gonna come for me now, babydoll. Come on, give it to me," his face was hardening with determination, his finger thrusting more forcefully up into her fluttering walls as she hurled towards her climax at full speed.
The cry she let out as she finally came was the closest thing Curtis had ever heard to an angel on earth. As the incredible pressure in her tummy finally shattered, her poor clit spasmed helplessly in the man's awaiting mouth. A flood of sweetness sprayed against his scruffy facial hair as she squirted, the sight of her body coming helplessly against his efforts nearly too much for Curtis to bear. Groaning loudly, he coaxed her through the spectacular high. Only when her sobbing turned to weak sniffles did he finally pull away, his darkened eyes trailing up to find her tender face.
As he went to remove his digit from her soaking heat, he could've sworn she almost seemed to cling to him, in a way. He brought the creamy finger up to slip into his eager mouth, the sugary taste of her climax making his head pound with want.
His next words sent her into a fresh fit of tears. "One more," he decided, lowering his head back down to her sticky cunt. One more, he told himself, before he'd finally seek some relief of his own.
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rogerswifesblog ยท 10 months ago
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Iโ€™d like to write some ons or drabbles for Curtis Everett but on the snowpiercer, yet I donโ€™t have any good ideas.
Well, if youโ€™ll have something thank you in advance while Iโ€™ll try to write something!^^
So if you have something;
Flood my inbox!
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needmorereading ยท 1 month ago
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Uuuh! Yes, please ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธ
Eva ๐Ÿ’– Iโ€™m not prepared at all but Iโ€™d like to submitโ€ฆโ€ฆ
For the babe lottery of course: Curtis Everett ๐Ÿ’–
โœจโœจโœจ
Working at a small pub in a small town was a complete opposite of the dreams you used to have. Those of being a bold professional, cutting down the streets of New York in Louboutins and spending Friday evenings with your equally successful girlfriends, drinking Cosmo like they did in Sex In The City.
It's not that your dreams were unrealistic. Quite the contrary. You were halfway there: securing yourself a high position in the firm, affording a great apartment, owning two pairs of Louboutins.
But the work was so demanding and murderous that there was no time for free weekends and drinking colorful cocktails with your friends.
Friends, who weren't really there for you, unless you could share a scoop that boosted their work.
There were many handsome men in fancy suits around you, but they all were too focused on gains, business wars and fucking their assistants.
Month by month you felt drained and lost and hating everything about your life. Until you snapped.
Your mother called it a mental breakdown, since she couldn't comprehend the sudden decision to sell your apartment and buy a house in the middle of fucking nowhere.
She was even worse at accepting you falling down from the grace of high position into the disgusting role of a bartender slash waitress slash who knows what at a small pub.
It wasn't even a place where you could wear your pretty high heels and chic dresses.
But it was a place where you felt comfort, camaraderie, slow pace of life being truly enjoyed.
Sure, there were occasional drunken arguments, but your boss and the owner of the pub dealt with them quickly and without much force.
Curtis presence might have been the best part of your job. So unlike any of the bosses from your past. He had his standards he wanted to be met, but there were no mind games, no pressure, no yelling.
It was easy to say "Yes, Curtis," to anything he asked.
And with time you said it more and more eagerly.
When he told you to leave early, because a snowstorm was coming. "Yes, Curtis."
When he asked to come early and help scrub the bar clean, because a couple of locals wanted to host a birthday party. "Yes, Curtis."
When he warned you to be careful around Pete, who liked to flirt with you. "Yes, Curtis."
When he asked if you'd like to eat with him, because he was making a pot roast. "Yes, Curtis."
But when he locked the bar after the last customer, took the glass that you were polishing out of your hands, placed his hands on the bartop on both sides of your body and boldly asked you in that raspy voice to come upstairs with him, so he could take off your underwear and feast on your cunt?
You were speechless.
"Hmm," Curtis hummed, smirking at the way you shivered when he pressed closer. "I'm waiting for that sweetly obedient Yes, Curtis."
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imyourbratzdoll ยท 1 year ago
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When moms out Step daddy steve and Step bro curtis come out to play with reader ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ d.p anyone and teases heheh
summary - your mum leaves the house, leaving you alone with your stepdad and stepbrother.
warning - smut, cheating, stepcest, word slut is used.
18+ only please, the gifs I use arenโ€™t mine, divider by @newlips
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Your mum had mentioned going out to see some friends, leaving you alone with your stepdad and stepbrother. Your cheeks had been heated ever since you had said goodbye to her, the reason being was the two very large men leaning against the wall opposite you, staring at you with hungry eyes.
You didnโ€™t know how it happened so fast, the moment your mum pulled out of the driveway, Steve and Curtis grabbed you, pulling you into the lounge room and onto the couch. They hastily pulled your clothes off, smothering your body with their kisses and rough hands.
You whimpered against them as your stepdad Steve gripped your hips tight, thrusting into your soft cunt. Your stepbrother Curtis teased your puffy clit, flicking and rubbing it. A smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter, your lips parting as the prettiest sounds slip out.
โ€œWhoโ€™s our good little girl?โ€ You clench around Steve, the raspiness of his voice causing your insides to tingle. A gasp gets caught in your throat as Curtis slaps your clit, enjoying how you squirmed against his touch.
โ€œAnswer your daddy, you little slut.โ€ You whine, feeling your mind become dumb. They watch as a tiny bit of drool slips past your lips, and chuckle, picking up their movements.
โ€œCโ€™mon, baby girl. Answer us or you donโ€™t get to cum.โ€ Steve threatens.
You begin to babble, โ€œnoooโ€ฆโ€ Your mind slipping into a fuzzier state, your moans coming out as huffs as you try and speak. โ€œYโ€”you two are!โ€ Your vision becomes white as you feel something inside of you snap.
Steve and Curtis groan as they watch your juices gush out, coating them. Your stepbrother leans forward to prolong your orgasm by taking your puffy clit between his lips, your back arches as he sucks it harshly into his mouth.
Steve grins, whispering roughly into your ear. โ€œGood girl. Our good fucking girl.โ€ Those are the only words you hear as you drift off.
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eccentricallygothic ยท 10 months ago
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Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.
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Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI.ย 
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You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection.ย 
The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe.ย 
โ€œAbsolutely delicious, baby, good jobโ€ he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.
This is good.
Him being pleased is good.
โ€œThank you, my heartโ€ you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.
โ€œSee?โ€ Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. โ€œWasn't I right?โ€ Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. โ€œDidn't it make things all better for us, hm?โ€ Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.
But you must not speak your mind.
For you are not allowed to have one.
โ€œYes, hubby, you wereโ€ you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine.ย 
His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. โ€œJust too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?โ€
You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. โ€œYes, hubby, I was.โ€ Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. โ€œThank you for teaching me better.โ€ย 
โ€œAnd what did I teach you?โ€ You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears.ย 
Of course, he wants you to say it.
It is a routine that he likes to do every night.ย 
โ€œThat you are always right because you know better.โ€ You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs.ย 
It is a trap, meant to set you off.
He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.
You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.
But now you know it never fares well for you.
So better to just obey.
โ€œYeah?โ€ His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. โ€œAnd how did I teach you that?โ€ This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.
โ€œYou taught me byโ€ฆโ€ Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. โ€œB- Byโ€ฆโ€ Fuck.
Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it.ย 
โ€œBy?โ€ You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. โ€œKnow what, honey?โ€ He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. โ€œI'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.โ€ You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. โ€œIt had something to do with a machine and a cute headโ€ his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.
Your heart is erratic against his chest. โ€œHโ€“โ€ the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. โ€œT- Taught me by shaving my head.โ€
Steve's smirk is one of pride. โ€œOh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?โ€ย 
Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. โ€œN- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all offโ€ฆโ€ Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. โ€œUntil I was a cueball.โ€
โ€œAnd why was that, huh, baby?โ€ Now he speaks to you like you're a child.ย 
He does that when he is horny.ย 
The realization makes your stomach twist.
โ€œB- Because you warned me many times butโ€”โ€ your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. โ€œI didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.โ€ He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.
โ€œOh, honey. Is that what happened?โ€ Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight.ย 
โ€œYes, hubby.โ€ Your tears fall on your lap.ย 
โ€œAnd how did it happen, huh, darling?โ€ He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. โ€œCan you tell me?โ€
You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. โ€œThe scary razor went all over my head, hubbyโ€ you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. โ€œLike buzz buzz buzz~โ€ you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp.ย 
โ€œAw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?โ€ You timidly nod, pouting a little. โ€œThat's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?โ€ He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek.ย 
โ€œYes, hubby.โ€ย 
โ€œAw, my poor girlโ€ he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. โ€œI get it, youโ€™re just a babyโ€ he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again.ย 
โ€œBut it was necessary, wasn't it? And it workedโ€ it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. โ€œNo more hair in the food.โ€ He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.
โ€œNo more hair in the food.โ€ You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.
โ€œAwwwโ€ he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. โ€œCheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on youโ€ his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. โ€œI am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing aliveโ€ he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. โ€œThe cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all aroundโ€ you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. โ€œC'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.โ€ He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. โ€œYeah?โ€
All you can do is nod defeatedly.
. . .
If you made it down here, hi you're cool.ย 
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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor ยท 6 months ago
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Watchers Anonymous Masterlist
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Introduction | Meeting 2 | 3
Fool's Game ~ Loki ~ 1 ~ 2
Countermeasure ~ Jake Jensen ~ 1 | 2
Shutter ~ Peter Parker ~ 1 | 2 | 3
Taking Root ~ Bucky Barnes ~ 1 | 2
Give and Take ~ Steve Rogers ~ 1 | 2
Fantasy ~ Curtis Everett ~ 1 | 2
Sparkle in my Eye ~ Captain Syverson ~ 1 | 2
Adore You ~ Thor ~ 1 ~ 2
Home Grown ~ Cole Turner ~ 1 ~ 2
Little Miss Sunshine ~ Nick Fowler ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3
Straight to the Point ~ Ransom Drysdale ~ 1
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ronearoundblindly ยท 11 months ago
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Yesssssss, please, Doctor Everett. Let's go... eat...
Hope you work day is going alright!๐Ÿ’ž
A drop-in visit from PhD!Candidate Curtis on his way back to his apartment from the university. Heโ€™s gotta run some data analysis for his thesis, but has no idea where to start. Someone said you could help him find a way?
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Sincerest thanks for your patience, Essie! My muse did not want to work on this for the longest time!
A/N: Reader is gender neutral. No physical descriptors used.
Warnings: college/university stress. You don't know pain until you see university students begging the printer to work faster during finals week.
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Today seemed to be regular day at the reference desk. You were answering emails from the mathematics faculty and students, assuring them about library holdings of their requested materials. Sometimes directing them to the LaTeX to TeX converter you'd had to make, silently cursing MathSciNet and zbMath for not converting yet. Thankfully, the library students you were monitoring at the reference desk were able to handle most of the questions that got directed at them.
At least until a tall, very handsome man with a buzzcut, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket walks in. You keep an eye on him as he approaches the desk because he doesn't look happy and you're not about to let anyone yell at the students. Thankfully he seems polite enough, neither of the students look scared, but they do direct him to you.
Making eye contact, you motion him over and he's quick to obey.
"How can I help?"
"I'm, I'm Curtis and...my, my data is...I think it got corrupted," he removes his sunglasses and he looks completely devastated. "I can't lose this data. It's, it's my thesis."
You nod in what you hope is a reassuring manner, "do you have a copy of the data in the university servers?"
He holds out a flash drive and you grab the laptop that's never allowed to connect to the network and get it ready. When it is you hold your hand out and he gives you the drive. Plugging it in you take a few minutes to figure out what you're looking at. Some of the terminology is familiar, he's clearly not a mathematics PhD, based on the labels you're able to discern.
"Oh, I see the problem," you tell Curtis, who's looks keep distracting you from your work. "You were, understandably, trying to use data you'd picked up using our Statistica license on your home computer that has the public domain Dataplot software."
"And I'm guessing the two are not interchangeable," Curtis sighs in defeat.
"Unfortunately the metadata schemas they use for the data sets don't work well together," you nod. "The data isn't corrupted, it's just very, very messy and it would take you a lot of late nights to clean it all up again, even if you knew R."
He scratches the back of his neck, "so my data is useless?"
"You have backups, right? You didn't just keep all your data on this flash drive, right?"
"I have backups," he nods. "But it's still months of work down the drain." He raises his hands to his face, looking like he wants to cry. It's a look you're painfully familiar with given your line of work.
You unplug the drive and hand it to him, "hey, look at me." He lowers his hands a little and the pain in his beautiful blue eyes breaks your heart. "You're going to be okay. Yes, it's a lot of time you'll never get back, but it's not the end. You're going to be able to kick this data's ass and get it in line because you know what you're doing with it now. Your thesis hit a setback, it happens a lot more than people would like to admit. You're not alone and you will be able to get this done."
He seems to take your words to heart, taking a few breaths and standing up straight.
"And make sure to get yourself a treat," you add. "You're hurting and you need to take care of yourself."
He almost smiles as he nods and walks out.
๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ฃ
It's been a few months and you'd almost forgotten about the poor PhD student. You probably would have had his physique not stood out so much. The same physique you see walking towards the reference desk, but with a giant smile. You smile in return, he must've gotten his data sorted out.
He walks up to you, "I don't know if you remember me--"
"Statistical software mess, right?"
He lowers his head as his cheeks develop a pink tint, "yeah."
"I'm guessing it all worked out?"
"I'm officially Dr. Everett, now."
Your smile grows, "congratulations, Doctor!"
"Thanks, um," he rubs the back of his neck. "If, if it's not too forward, could I take you out to dinner? As a thank you?" Your eyes go wide. "It wasn't just the data, software stuff that you helped me with. I was genuinely considering just dropping out, giving up. But then you looked me in the eyes and told me I could do it and...and I want to thank you for that."
Smiling, you tell him, "I get off at 6."
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krirebr ยท 9 months ago
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In LBAL when Bambi starts settling and coming into the ~loving Curtisโ€™s job of it all ~ will Curtis give her a new nickname?
Oh, I love this question! And I had some thoughts. I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Mob enforcer!Curtis Everett x female reader (from Luck Be a Lady)
Word Count: ~650
Dividers by @thecutestgrotto
Warnings: Mob AU, references to smut, references to violence, references to criminal activity, light angst All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
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You're at the club the first time it occurs to you. You've actually gotten Curtis out on the dance floor, a rare break from holding court with Andy in the VIP section. He's got a beer in one hand, the other snaked around your pelvis from behind, holding you tight as he grinds against your back. "Bambi," he growls into your ear.
You pause your movement as the thought hits you, just for a moment. Bambi. That babe in the woods. Is that really who you are anymore? You look around at the club that's become a second home, the now-familiar guards that pepper the perimeter, the VIP section up above that houses the most feared man on the coast, a man that some days you would go as far as to call a friend. You see the world so much more clearly now. You understand how it all works. The person you were the first time he called you that feels so far away.
But then Curtis's hand drifts a little lower. His grinds become a little firmer. His breathing gets a little heavier. All thoughts about anything but how his body feels against yours fly out of your head.
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The next time you think of it, you're kneeling on the bathroom floor in the home you share with Curtis, bandaging up his hand as he sits on the closed toilet seat. He'd split his knuckles open on some thug's cheekbone earlier in the night. He's debriefing with Andy on speaker phone, strategizing next steps. Neither of them are concerned about how much you might overhear. Some scared little Bambi wouldn't do this, would she?
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You're collapsed on the bed, Curtis breathing heavily above you, holding himself up only enough to make sure you aren't crushed, as you both come down from your orgasms. He tucks his head into your neck and breathes out, "Bambi," into your skin.
It's only because your brain hasn't fully come back online yet that you ask, "Why do you still call me that?"
He pauses his nuzzling and slowly draws back so he can look you in the eye. "Huh?"
"Bambi. Why do youโ€“" You take a breath. You don't know why you're suddenly so emotional, but this feels important. "Is that how you still see me? You said, that first night, that I was just getting my legs under me. Haven't I done that now? Haven't I shown you? I belong here now, don't I? Haven't I proven that?"
He looks down at you, confused. "What else am I supposed to call you?"
"I don't know, my actual name, maybe?"
He immediately scowls at that and you let out an irritated huff in response. He isn't taking you seriously.
But he clearly sees your annoyance and sobers. He's quiet as he searches your face, gathers his words. "Bambi," he starts, "is what I named you. I did it to show everyone, including you, that you were mine. I did it to show you that you do belong here, with me, wherever I am. It's not something for you to outgrow, or to prove. It's my name for you, because you're mine, only mine. You'll never belong to anyone else, be called anything else. Just my Bambi. Forever."
He carefully leans down to place the gentlest kiss on your forehead, then shifts his weight onto one forearm so that he can use his other hand to stroke your cheek. The look in his eyes is so serious that you don't dare doubt him. As always, it takes your breath away. It isn't just the words he said, but the ones he didn't, too. This name, the act of giving it to you, was a promise, not just that you'd always belong to him, but that he'd belong to you, too. How could you ever want to be called something else?
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bigtreefest ยท 1 year ago
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Iโ€™m So, So Proud of You
Pairing: Boyfriend! Curtis Everett x Reader
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Summary: Curtis is proud of you for getting that job
Word count: 2,086
Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, sweet loving smut, unprotected p in v sex, crying during sex (happy tears), established relationship, soft boyfriend Curtis, cake eating (itโ€™s not really food play), LOTS of praise, the dangerous combination of heavy fluff and smut, playful chasing, dislike for old white men and the corporate patriarchy
A/N: Only hot hoes have a praise kink. I make the rules. Melt with me, itโ€™s a beautiful thing. Seriously, what happened? I thought my heart was cold and deadโ€ฆ
Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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You walked through the front door of your apartment much earlier than usual, which couldโ€™ve meant one of two things for Curtis. Either you got the job, or you didnโ€™t, coming home immediately to either celebrate or sulk.
Curtis listened intently from his place perched at the kitchen island. You had closed the latch gently. You were trying to surprise him. Well, either that, or you just wanted silence, but he heard no sign of sniffles. So no crying, but whoโ€™s to say you werenโ€™t just angry, void of sorrow. No. If you had been angry, the door wouldโ€™ve been slammed.
There it was, Curtis made his decision and grabbed one of the cake boxes off of the counter, tucking it on the chair next to him. He grabbed the small party popper, preparing it for you to cross the threshold.
Just before he expected to see you, he heard your footsteps stop abruptly right outside the frame of the entry to the kitchen. You took a deep breath before throwing down your bag and jumping out to where you had expected to see your boyfriend.
As you landed on the hardwood floors with your arms out, it emanated from you in almost a scream, full of excitement. โ€œI got the job!โ€
Before you could register it, a loud pop reached your ears and confetti fell over your face. You laughed and closed your eyes, reveling in the moment, before running over to meet Curtis just as he slid off the stool. He picked you up in a tight embrace, taking a step away from the counter and spinning you around. He sat you back down and held you there for a second, his broad shoulders shielding you from the world, holding in all the happiness between you.
Curtis tucked his head into your neck, nose nuzzled against your hair, taking a deep inhale of what he had missed and been eager to hold all day. โ€œI knew youโ€™d get it, Tiger.โ€
He let you go finally, his large hands giving your shoulders a squeeze, then tracing down your arms to reach your hands before pulling you in for a kiss. โ€œIโ€™ve got something for you.โ€
Curtis moved the stools out of the way so he could guide you to the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and perching his chin on your shoulder. You felt him nod in reference against your ear to the pink cake box sitting there, staring back at you. โ€œOpen it.โ€
You pulled on the ribbon that held it closed before flipping open the lid. You were greeted by aโ€ฆcake? It didnโ€™t look like much of one, more lumpy than flat, with icing smeared over the top, decorated with scrawled red letters. Curtis had definitely made this himself, and you couldnโ€™t have been more happy with the gesture, both of you having stepped outside your comfort zones today. Until you attempted to read the words on top:
โ€œOld white men can shove it?โ€
You looked over your shoulder at Curtis, his eyes wide and staring straight ahead. Well, more like to the side, at one of the stools he had moved. You followed his line of sight, finding an identical pink box at the end of it. Your body instantly shook with laughter against his tight hold as you leaned in his grasp to grab the box.
โ€œCurtis, did you make two cakes?โ€ You placed the cardboard down on the counter, feeling the way he hid himself in your neck again, this time in embarrassment as you could feel the warmth grow in his cheeks.
He sighed, debating whether or not to answer you truthfully, but there was no use in denying what was directly in front of both of you. โ€œYeah, but I promise I really had no doubts youโ€™d get the job. You just never know, though. It wouldnโ€™t have been on you, it wouldโ€™ve been on those old white men that need to retire instead of turning down every good candidate in front of them.โ€
You smiled and rolled your eyes. He essentially pulled the words out of your mouth regarding how you had told him you felt about all those hiring managers and executives that ran things in their ivory towers. You lifted the lid of the second box to see decorations placed with much more care.
โ€œCongratulations, Tiger. Iโ€™m proud of you.โ€
You swear you couldโ€™ve melted right there. You turned around and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning in for another kiss. โ€œThank you. I love it.โ€
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The later part of the evening found the two of you laying on the couch, box between you with the non-celebratory cake half gone. The other cake was to be saved for tomorrow, as your parents said theyโ€™d be visiting for a congratulatory dinner with you and Curtis.
Bites were taken here and there as the two of you nearly drifted off to the evening news. Curtis stirred on the cushion, pulling your feet off his lap to lean forward and place the box on the coffee table, not before swiping icing off and booping it onto your nose.
Your eyes shot open at the betrayal as you gasped, realizing what had happened. Curtis let out a giggle as he leaned back quickly, evading your swiping grasp. You scrambled to get up as he was already making his way down the hall, running for you to chase.
โ€œCurtis! Iโ€™m gonna get you!โ€ Your socked feet slipped on the floor as your ran after him, almost catching up as he rushed into the bedroom. Before he could close the door, you shoved a leg in and squeezed through the entrance. He made an attempt to move to the other side of the room, found to be unsuccessful as you jumped and tackled him onto the bed, mattress bouncing with the impact. His minor struggle ended up with him on his back beneath you, you straddling his narrow hips, and your hands pinning his arms above his head into the comforter.
โ€œGotcha.โ€ You spoke in a taunting tone. โ€œNow get this icing off my face so you and I can enjoy the rest of our night together.โ€
Curtis looked up at you with something between a smirk and a grin. โ€œGladly, Sweetheart.โ€
He leaned up and licked the icing off the tip of your nose, moving down to kiss you briefly with the sweet taste on his lips, then pulling away, his previously mischievous face beginning to soften, but not fully yet. โ€œNow that youโ€™re all cleaned up, what was that you said about the plans for the rest of the night?โ€
Curtis wrapped a leg around one of yours for leverage, flipping the two of you over so you were now pinned beneath him in the same position. Your breath hitched at the feeling of him overtop of you, looking down at your face, sharing a smile as he pressed his growing bulge against you.
โ€œHave I told you how proud I am of you?โ€ It came out almost as a whisper as he lowered himself to nose against your neck, pressing kisses sporadically.
You hummed, throwing your head back to give him more room. โ€œMaybe. I think you might need to tell me again, though. Iโ€™m not sure if I caught it earlier.โ€
Curtis laughed against your skin, one hand remaining over yours, the other gently tracing up your side, pushing up your shirt with it. The feeling of his callused fingertips against your soft skin sent shivers through your body, paired with the tingles from him moving down to kiss the newly exposed skin. โ€œApologies sweet girl, let me show you how proud I am.โ€
He released your hands to hook his fingers under your pants, pulling them down to fully expose your lower half, leaving your arms free to remove your shirt, bra long gone since shortly after you had entered your home.
Curtis kissed up one leg to the juncture of your thighs, switching to the other and doing the same before opening your legs more and pressing a featherlight kiss to your core. You did your best to keep your head up, holding his gaze as he savored your body.
โ€œIโ€™ll never stop, until the end of time, telling you how amazing you are. And how lucky I am to be with a talented, driven, fierce woman.โ€ Small licks against your clit punctuated every adjective and you couldnโ€™t help the way you shuddered under the praise and the sensation.
Before Curtis could dive into your pleasure, though, you placed a hand on his jaw, pulling his face up to yours. Your hands traced down his hips, running under his shirt and feeling his firm abs before tucking into his waistband and pushing for him to take off his sweatpants and underwear. His eyelashes fluttered against you, his body wearing too much clothing overtop of your naked one.
โ€œPlease. Please, Curtis. I just want to feel you.โ€ It was breathed into the warm, thick air you shared. Curtis wordlessly nodded, quickly undressing as you shifted fully onto the bed. As he crawled over you, you traced your nails against the tattoos and chest hair that decorated his gorgeous chest.
Curtis grabbed your leg, hooking it against his waist, sinking down for another kiss, sloppy with love and admiration. One hand held the side of your head, thumb stroking your cheek, as the other reached down to perch him at your entrance, already glistening with arousal for the man who treated you like the most precious thing in the universe.
Curtisโ€™s reverent eyes shifted between yours and your entrance as you nodded and whined to him. He slowly pushed in the tip, the stretch of your entrance welcoming him home rewarding your ears with his deep groan as your arms flung around his back, grasping for a hold as you transcended from this plane of existence.
Your bodies fit perfectly together as he continued to slowly slip in, inch by inch, without the normal preparation, bringing only wholeness. As his hips finally became flush with yours, the both of you sighed with relief at the deepest connection.
Curtis began to pull out, thrusting back in with just as much tender care, reaching a slow, amatory rhythm. His eyes still never left yours, the only thing in the world being what was in your line of sight. His hips continued to roll against you as he spoke against your lips. โ€œIโ€™m so, so proud of you. Always have been. Always will be.โ€
You expected to feel the weight of the day crash over you, all the stress you had gone through catching up past the excitement, but instead, it hit Curtisโ€™s back and rolled off, shielding you from all possible worries and creating a bubble of warmth. At the thought of all the instances where he showed his regard for you, you felt wetness pour over your cheeks, swiped and kissed away by Curtis as he cooed at you.
There are only a few times where Curtis has made you cry during sex, all of them from when he treats you with care, reverently cradling your body and showing his love through slow, firm movements. Pulling you under as the emotions overflow through your eyes, manifesting as tears that hold a weight worth worlds of the gracious product of his veneration.
โ€œI know, I know, sweet thing. Youโ€™re doing so well. You always do. Youโ€™re so incredible.โ€ His praise and the sheer love of the moment was pushing you towards the edge, constituents stacking up. Curtis moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing steadily in tandem with his thrusts, causing your cup to spill over as your entire being shook. You clenched against him, body contracting in on itself as you tucked your forehead against his chest. Curtis stroked your hair, holding you close to him as he came with you, shooting ropes of his release within your fluttering walls, further bonding the two of you in your ecosystem of intimacy and affection.
He held you closely as the two of you caught your breaths, before flipping over. You sunk into him as he remained inside of you, the both of you feeling sleepy with satisfaction. Curtis rubbed circles against your back, peppering kisses against your shoulders and hairline, speaking against your sweat-laced brow. โ€œYouโ€™re phenomenal. And Iโ€™ll do whatever I have to, to prove that to you, forever and ever.โ€
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Bonus A/N: All I can hope for you and myself is to have someone this amazing๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿฅน
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lilacevans ยท 1 year ago
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๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ: ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐š๐›๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ.
โœง.*เณƒโ€โžทย pete's placeย |ย the introย |ย opening nightย |ย the playlistย เผŠ*ยทหš
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
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เณƒโ€โžท ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฒ - ๐ฃ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | breeding kink.
เณƒโ€โžท ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ - ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | puppy play
เณƒโ€โžท ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ž - ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | spit kink, choking.
เณƒโ€โžท ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ - ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | bondage.
เณƒโ€โžท ๐ ๐จ๐ญ'๐œ๐ก๐š - ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ | crying kink, chase kink, dub-con/non-con
เณƒโ€โžท ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ - ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | throatfucking, dub-con. | coming soon!
เณƒโ€โžท ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง'- ๐š๐ซ๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | breeding, dirty talk.
เณƒโ€โžท ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ซ๐ž๐ - ๐š๐ซ๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | humiliation, ball-sucking.
เณƒโ€โžท ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ ๐ž๐ง - ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | choking, puppy play. | coming soon!
เณƒโ€โžท ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ - ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ. | choking, pushed too far.
+ more! coming soon!
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random hoeing:
Curtis slowly standing up, stretching into his full, enormous height
Read Your Book
A Curtis and Honey Drabble
You were currently in one of your favorite spots. Well, maybe more like the second favorite. Your actual favorite place was under Curtis with your legs wrapped around him, but that just wasn't an option right now. So you lounged on the couch, your head pillowed on the arm while your nose was stuck in your newest smutty book that arrived in the mailbox today.
And you were so excited about this one, the ending of a duet, you had ordered this one midway through the first one, knowing you were gonna need to read the rest as soon as you could get your hands on it.
You hadn't moved from the couch since getting home after work, your eyes scanning the pages, filing away little clues and curiously wondering if you stumbled on a new kink that the story was heavily playing into.
It toyed with some dark little corner of your mind, wondering if there was something you should be worried about or should you embrace it?
Midthought, while still scanning the scene you were questioning, a hand appeared in front of you, gripping the top of your book and easing it down till you could see over the top into Curtis's face, a amused grin lifting on one side of his mouth and a teasing glint in his eyes. "Really into your book Honey?" You lowered the book to your lap, seeing him squatting down next to the couch, still in his work clothes, so you knew he just got home.
"Hey! I didn't even hear you come in." You said a bit sheepishly.
"I know, I called your name twice till I saw you curled up on the couch. What's got all your attention?" You turned the book so he could study the cover, his eyes gazing over the dark cover. "Hmm, looks like one of those fun dark romances you like."
"Yeah, I haven't put it down since I got home." You glanced over your shoulder to where the old clock sat among the books on the built in shelves. "And I should probably get dinner started." You flipped the book onto the back of the couch, letting it keep your page safe. Pushing to start getting up.
Curtis shook his head and he pushed up to lean over you, easily pushing you back to laying your head on the arm of the couch and staring up at him in surprise. "Nu-uh Pretty Girl." His arm braced against the back of the couch, his free hand ghosting down your side till his hand landed on the curve of your hip, giving a hard affectionate squeeze.
It sent a thrill through you, almost feeling like it was a possessive touch, the only man who was allowed to. You have had your head stuck into too many of these books you told yourself at your thoughts.
"Let me go get cleaned up and changed, then I will make dinner. You just keep reading your book Sweet Girl. Then you can fill me in on all the spicy details when we're in bed." He smirked at your widened gaze, wiggling his brows at you, which made you laugh at his playful attitude.
"And ruin the book for you?" You joked back as you sat back, tilting your face up enough to nip at his lips when he hovered in closer, sharing a kiss. He finished pushing up, and up, up, up. Your eyes roved up his tall body, feeling your mouth start to water at how damn good he looked. His arms stretched over his head, arching a bit to loosen the knots in his back that his previous squatting had caused.
Fuck he was tall, big, strong, his full height towering over you now given how you were laying on the couch and you had to tip your head back to look up at him. He always had that uncanny ability to make you feel small, a hard thing to accomplish since your past relationships you always felt to big, to much for your partner.
But not with Curtis and right now he felt so large, so powerful. You blew out a breath where you had been holding it. "You know I wanna know..." His hand came down to brush his fingers along your face till his hand snapped to your neck, circling his hand around your throat.
Your heart picked up speed, arousal making your thighs clenched, resisting the urge to rub them together, anything to relieve that sudden ache building between your thighs. "... all those filthy thoughts going through your mind, so we can discuss if we wanna try them out."
You gave a nod, a slight one as his large hand was still at your throat. "Good Girl." He rumbled out deeply, placing one last kiss on your forehead before leaving to go upstairs, calling down from the top of the stairs. "I saw the cover had a mask, you should really give that some thought. Maybe a ghost face... or I could borrow a motorcycle helmet if you're more into that Honey."
You were alone once more, fully letting out your breath in a whispy moan of want. "Fuck that man doing that to me." You muttered and at the end of the couch came a rather loud judging meow. Lifting your head, you spotted Binx giving you the most bored look, his gaze slowly blinking at you, as if he couldn't believe how you were acting. "Don't you even start with me Binx!" You grabbed at your book and shoved your face back in it, going back to reading and properly ignoring the cat.
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imyourbratzdoll ยท 5 months ago
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๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’˜๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“๐’“๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’“๐’๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’™๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’
๐Ÿ“the strawberry shack masterlist๐Ÿ“
summary - curtis decides to finally visit the strawberry shack after a hard days work.
warning - smut, oral, gloryhole.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Curtis may have been one of the lower class people that were put at the end of the train but The Strawberry Shack was open to all, no matter your status. Curtis didnโ€™t know how the business had gotten onto the train and he didnโ€™t care about going to visit it either. Until today, when he was in a particularly bad mood and in need of a release. He made his way through the other train carts, all while mentioning The Strawberry Shack so he didnโ€™t get dragged back to where he came.ย 
Curtis finally made it to the section where The Strawberry Shack was set up, his eyes darting around as he made his way over to the receptionist's desk. Her eyes on him the moment he stepped inside, โ€œWhatcha lookinโ€™ for, Sugar?โ€
โ€œUhโ€ฆโ€ His hand comes up to mess with his beanie, eyes still darting around the room, unsure.
โ€œHow about something simple?โ€ Curtis nods and the woman gestures towards a door.
โ€œIโ€ฆ I donโ€™t have anything to tradeโ€ฆโ€ย 
She waves him off with a smile. โ€œFirst timers are on the house.โ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
Curtis nods, walking towards the door that she pointed to. Once he enters, his eyes scan the room, searching for something, he didnโ€™t know what exactly but something in his gut knew. His gaze lands on your hole, something piqued his interest about your hole and he couldnโ€™t quite put his finger on it. He walked over, clearing his throat to announce his presence.
You lean against the wall, peeking out the hole to try and get a better look. โ€œThis your first time, Baby?โ€ You watch the mysterious man shuffle from behind the hole, his hands tucked into his jean pockets. โ€œItโ€™s okay, Iโ€™m here to please you. You donโ€™t have to feel anxious.โ€ย 
Curtis feels himself grow hard at the sound of your voice, wondering how someone could sound soโ€ฆ Perfect. Without a word, Curtis unzips his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. He grunts as he sticks it through the hole, head falling back as your lips immediately wrap around the tip of his cock.ย 
His hand rests on the wall while the other feeds the base of his cock through the hole, feeling himself throb as you take him deeper. He lets out low grunts and groans, your head bobbing back and forth. The sound of you slurping his cock fills the room, his hips slowly begin to move, thrusting himself into the hole as you continue to suck and lick. Your hands coming up to jerk off the rest of him.ย 
Curtis lets out a loud grunt, his cock twitching as cum shoots out of his tip, coating your pretty little mouth with his cream. You lick his cock clean, swallowing even though you donโ€™t have to, though you always enjoyed the men you got, being lucky enough to get ones that tasted so good despite certain circumstances. You hum as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, tucking it back into his jeans, your tongue flicks out, licking your lips as you watch him through the hole.
Curtis grunts before turning away and walking out of there. He heads back to his section with a thought in mind that heโ€™ll be back but for more than a blowjob.
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