#Mechanic!curtis

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Fixer Upper: Glasses Are Sexy - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader

Summary: You discover is not just that he can be grumpy that gives Curtis his signature scowl

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff! Insecure Curtis! Glasses Kink?

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It was a nice and relaxed evening, Curtis had picked you up from work and picked up some take-out for dinner on the way house. So the only thing left to do was relax.

You were sat reading, legs outstretched to rest over Curtis’ lap. He rested on hand on your calf, thumb gently stroking the exposed skin there as he read through and did some admin he didn’t get a chance to do earlier.

As you finished your current chapter you glanced up to see Curtis frowning deeply at the paperwork in his hand “hey why don’t you leave that for now, you should be relaxing not stressing over taxes or whatever you’re doing” you say poking him in the stomach with your foot.

“Hm?” Curtis hums his frown disappearing as soon as he looks over at you “oh it’s nothing, it’s simple stuff I’m not stressed,” he says with a gentle shake of the head.

“Oh okay, you were just frowning that’s all,” you tell him.

He tilts his head slightly “was I? Hadn’t noticed”

That makes you frown slightly, watching him carefully as he returns his attention back to his paperwork his frown instantly reappearing. You continue to watch him slyly as he worked noticing how whenever he looked off in thought the frown would go but as soon as he was looking at the paper right in front of him it would reappear.

“Wait Curtis,” you say sitting up and grabbing the piece of paper from his hands “can you read this,” you say holding it up in front of him.

Curtis looks back at you confused “yeah of course I can” he says shaking his head, a frown on his face.

“Without frowning or squinting,” you tell him “relax your face and try and read it”

Curtis lets out a huff but does as you say, his face relaxing and the frown disappearing as he looked at the sheet of paper “kinda” he answers.

“Is it fuzzy?” You question.

“Kinda, but I can work out what it says,” Curtis says shrugging his shoulders.

“And is it clearer if you squint?” You ask.

“A bit, not crystal clear but it’s better” he shrugs.

You drop the piece of paper and look back at him “Curtis you need glasses” you tell him.

Curtis scoffs shaking his head “no I don’t”

“Yes. You do. You should be able to read this perfectly fine” you tell him “without frowning” you add when you go to see him argue.

“It’s not that bad, I can get by” Curtis reasons taking the paper back from you.

“Yeah but you’re gonna make it worse, give yourself unnecessary headaches,” you say pointing over as he rubs his forehead “Curtis you need to get your eyes tested”

“I don’t want glasses though” he sighs.

“You’ll probably only need reading glasses, but you need to see an expert on it before it gets worse,” you tell him “for me? Please?” You add when you see him try and argue again, shuffling closer so you could rub his shoulder.

Curtis lets out a long sigh since he could never say no to you and you knew that “fine I’ll book an appointment in the morning”

You smile up at him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek “thank you Curtis” you beam before snuggling down into his side “now let's just relax” you say taking the paperwork back and moving it out of reach.

Curtis lets out a huff of a laugh but nods, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer and kiss the top of your head. 

A week later you were sat in the waiting area in the optometrist’s office waiting for Curtis to finish his appointment. You were here mostly to help Curtis pick out frames but also to make sure he actually went to the appointment. Throughout the week you had caught him trying to get out of it, saying he was just tired that day, and his vision was fine. But you still caught him frowning whenever he was reading something.

You looked up from your book when you heard Curtis walking back out sheet of paper in hand. You smirk victoriously as you put your book away and walk over to him. The optometrist telling him to take his time picking some frames and to bring the frames and his prescription over to the desk when he was ready.

“Alright, you can say ‘I told you so’ now” Curtis sighs as you come to a stop in front of him.

You gasp dramatically smirking up at him “I would never!” Curtis just arches his brow knowingly “okay I told you so, now for the fun part, picking out your glasses” you smile linking your arm with his and pulling him towards the selection.

Since this was Curtis’ first pair of glasses you spent as much time as needed to find the right shape and colour that complimented his face shape. The more he tried on the more you could tell he was getting frustrated and losing interest.

“What about these?” You say passing him some clear-framed glasses.

He lets out a long sigh sliding them on, he glances in the mirror for barely a second before looking back at you and shrugging his shoulders “they’re alright” he mutters.

You frown slightly as you look up at him “Curtis what’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Nothing-“ Curtis starts shaking his head.

“Curtis,” you say knowingly as you look up at him.

He lets out a long sigh as he looks down at the floor “I dunno, I’m just… I’m not…” he says before glancing up to look at you “I’m not someone who cares about looks or anything” he says gesturing to himself “but I can’t help but feel a bit subconscious… and the guys….” he admits quietly.

You give him a soft smile, stepping closer to him so you could reach up to cup his cheek “Curtis, I can promise you that you have nothing to worry about” you reassure him “yeah the guys might tease you a little but they’ll also tell you that you look great because you do, you really suit glasses”

“Really?” Curtis asks unconvinced.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m having so much fun getting you to try all of them on,” you say with a small smirk “but look we’ve been a while and I can tell you’re tired and we don’t have to decide today we can come back tomorrow or later this week so let's just try one last one and if you don’t like it we’ll leave it” you suggest.

A smile tugs at Curtis’ lips as he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer, kissing the top of your head “thank you sweetheart” he murmurs into your head.

“It’s nothing, now I’ll let you pick the last pair, just follow your gut,” you tell him taking a step back so he could take lead.

“Okay” Curtis mutters turning back to the wall full of glasses.

You watch as he purses his lips in thought glancing around at all the different frames. Taking his time to scan over each of them. A few moments later he reached out to grab a pair, sliding them on and turning to you.

“What do you think,” he asks.

Your smile widens as you look up at him. The glasses he picked out were perfect. The shape worked and dark brown which gradually turned lighter further down complimented him perfectly, and you could still clearly see his brilliant blue eyes which was your favourite part.

“You look amazing Curtis” you beam up at him.

“Really?” He asks unconvinced.

“Yeah, you look really sexy in glasses, like a sexy professor or something” you smirk resting your hands on his chest.

Curtis smirks tilting his head slightly as he looks down at you “is that something you like?” He asks.

“Yeah, but not as much as a grumpy, grease-covered mechanic” you smirk.

“What about a grumpy grease-covered mechanic with glasses?” Curtis asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Now that is the jackpot” you smile.

Curtis grins back down at you as he leans down to softly capture your lips “I think we’ve found our winner then” he smiles.

“You sure?” You ask him “you don’t have to decide today”

“No these are the ones, and you know why I know that?” He smirks down at you, you gently shaking your head in response, Curtis leans in closer and lowers his voice “because of the look in your eyes that tells me we’re gonna have fun when we get home”

You could heat rise to your cheeks as you bit at your lower lip, but you couldn’t argue because he was right after all.

“So why don’t we finish up so we can get home” Curtis smiles slipping his hand into yours.

“Sounds perfect” you grin.

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MASTERS OF THE AIR PART 2 / PART 5 — for @lamialamia

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Much Too Fast, Part 1

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

Pairings:  Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  5K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, we own a garage together.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I be scared?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is that?” 

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

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

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

“I’m not going to ask.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re testing fate?”

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

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

“I want to use one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Curtis, you’re hard.”

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

“I wanna come.”

“Just like this, little lady?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You changing your mind already?” 

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

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

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

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

“Well…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck.’

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

“Yes, please.”

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

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

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

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

“A traffic cone?” 

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

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

“My god, yes!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That.  Was.  Incredible.  You breathing?” 

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

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

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

“There’s two beds.”

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

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

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

“You need water.  Panties.  Then sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dada!  Aye!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Dadadadada.”

“I’m her daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, explain.”

“Thatta girl.”

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Outta Nowhere AU

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Dialed In: Motocross AU

Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️

AU Summary: On or off the track, these men are dialed in to get what they want: you. 🔥

AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.

A/N: This was inspired by an edit the beautiful Nix provided me with! I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the lovely @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

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Ari Levinson x Reader - Beast and Sweetart

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Fake it Friday

A shy young woman (maybe with glasses hiding beautiful eyes) has been followed on the way into town by a car with some teenage boys who keep pulling up beside her, trying to get her attention, so she pulls into the service station. The first person she sees is the owner/mechanic Curtis, and she explains the situation and he is more than happy to play along to help her. Please 💙

The service station was on the edge of a small town, the first safe stopping point you could have reached since you’d been followed for nearly half an hour. You hadn’t taken the corner as softly as you should have and you’d parked at an odd angle to the side of the building, but you’d arrived safe. You were hasty when you ripped the keys from the ignition and tucked them into your pocket, only grabbing your ID before you scurried inside and slammed the door behind you.

“You need something?” The man behind the counter had startled you with his voice, your widened and fearful eyes focusing on him as he began to step around the counter.

“I need help, but I don’t…” You winced and pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose, whipping your head around to see the cars that were following you pulling into the same station. “I’m being followed and I didn’t think I’d make it into town-“

The name Curtis was sewn onto the front of his dirty and stained coveralls, and the appearance of dried black grease on his hands had given you the immediate impression that he was obviously a mechanic.

His hair was cropped close to his head though it was dark and looked as if it would have been thick if it was longer, his beard was well maintained although you noticed there was a scar on the right corner of his lips that had long since healed.

“-if you could just-“ The sound of doors shutting made you squeak, a shiver of fear running down your spine, and you were almost anticipating him denying any chance to help you.

To your surprise, Curtis had stepped around the counter toward you, tossing the rag in his hands behind him before he set his hands on you and slowly pushed you in the direction of the back.

“Stay here.” He had closed the barrier between the back room and you, the half-wall keeping you from stepping forward, not that you would have, and when he turned your eyes had been drawn to the tattoo running along the back of his neck.

His hands had clenched by his sides as the door opened and the few guys who were following you had stepped into the service station, their eyes almost directly coming to settle upon you.

“Hey Everett, see you caught our little bird.” One of the guys with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes had glided into the building with a smug smirk on his face.

He, like the rest of his friends, had given you the impression that belonged to some rich country club that was as exclusive as it was bougie.They hadn’t appeared to have a speck of dust on their clothes, not a single stain or tear, unlike Curtis.

“You didn’t get enough ass kickings, Langley? You need more?” His voice was thick and husky, his shoulders becoming taut as he stood to his full height and stepped between you and them, completely obscuring you from their view.

“Fuck you, Everett. You’re worth noting but fucking dirt.” Langley, the guy who looked like he was fresh out of high school had stepped toward your hiding place only to be cut off by Curtis. “This doesn’t involve you.”

“It sure as hell does.” Curtis had stepped toward the leader of the group, his eyes flickering toward the other three who had stepped back, fear struck in their eyes. “Why the fuck are you following my fiancée?”

You bit down harshly on your tongue to stop yourself from protesting and ruining the cover that he was providing for you. You had squirrelled yourself further behind the counter and shifted your weight from foot to foot to avoid making a mistake that would have cost you. You kept your eyes trained on his back, studying and counting every thread in his coveralls to keep your mind busy.

“Fiancée? That fucking slag-“ There was a loud crash, a deafening bang as Curtis stalked toward the arrogant blonde, throwing him into the door with enough force to rattle the glass and send the other three scurrying out the door.

“Fuck off, Langley. If I see you here again bothering my fiancée, I’ll shove a lug wrench up your ass.” Curtis threatened him with a kind of anger you’d never seen before in a man’s eyes, and had only let the other guy go when he cursed him out softly with a promise not to come back.

There were only a few moments between the guys leaving and Curtis addressing you, but in that time your heart had skipped a beat and your throat had grown tighter.

“You should stay here for a while, wait for them to leave.” He turned and addressed you with a once-over, and then he opened the half-wall that was keeping you from him. “There’s water in the back and some beef jerky. Help yourself.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled and shivered as he passed you, glancing back at the parking lot and gas pumps, “for saving me from them.”

“Bryce Langley is a spoiled bitch, he thinks he’s damn untouchable. Someone needs to kick his ass again. Set him straight.” Curtis grumbled, picking up the discarded rag to drape it cross his shoulder before he stalked into the back.

You raised your had and pushed your glasses back up the bridge of you nose, leaned back against the wall and slowly exhaled again.

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Curtis Everett

Drabble

1) Monster AU by @imaginedreamwrite       Featuring Jake Jensen

2) Neighborly Love by @imaginedreamwrite       Featuring Johnny Storm

Series

1) Cut Loose by @chase-your-dreams-away       Personal Trainer!Curtis

2) Fixer Upper by @secretswiftymarvelfan       Mechanic!Curtis

3) Much Too Fast by @georgiapeach30513       Dad!Curtis Everett       Ongoing Series       Smut

4) The Philtre by @valthevalkyrie      Alpha!Curtis      Ongoing Series      Violence Warning

Smut

1) The DUFF by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor       Completed Series       Plus Size Reader

2) Fuck Machine by @the-iceni-bitch

3) Mafia!Curtis Drabble by @biteofcherry       Soft Dark

4) The Sacred Hunt by @biteofcherry       Hunter!Curtis

[evansbby]

I have such a huge kink for being naked while Ari, ransom, or curtis is fully clothed and just railing and degrading me or making me sit on their lap, cock warming them while they tell me what a slut I am.

Taunting you about if someone came in and caught you being all desperate on their lap.

ugh YES the idea of them being fully clothed whilst your fully naked is just… idk why but it’s so hot… the juxtaposition lmao 😩😵‍💫

[dungeonpuppykai]

About burglar!Curtis…

This idea occurred to me too, and to shut me up he’d use me for his needs and breed me full of his child 🥵🫣🫣

KATHYYYY YOU SEXY BEAST 🥵

| Wrong Place, Right Time | 

Warning(s): Noncon, burglar!Curtis, frisking, corruption kink, groping, unprotected p-in-v sex, bondage, breeding kink, choking, fear kink, pet names, dacryphilia, mild spanking, creampie, degradation, drugging.  

Pairing: Dark Burglar!Curtis Everett | Naive!You.

It was ironic and yet fateful. 

The house that the shadowy man had broken in to rob wasn't even yours.  

You had just been a friend who was there for a sleepover. 

Your eyes widen and you freeze in your spot between the double doors of the fridge when you hear a click from the kitchen backdoor that opens into the yard behind the house. Either you were too caught up in your rummaging of the contents inside the appliance to find something to snack on, or whoever it was that was slowly entering the dimly lit room with soft thuds of their boots now was such a professional that they hadn't required any prior tampering with the mechanism before easing it open, because you hadn't heard anything until the door was being noiselessly pulled open. 

Your head whips to your sides frantically as you panic, unable to decide a course of action that feels right. 

It is when the footsteps become louder and louder that you drop to your knees with your ears flaming hot and you crawl to the kitchen island and grab the first thing that you can reach; which is a rolling pin for whatever reason. 

Clutching your weapon close to your chest, you bite your lip to try and champion your panting as you move to your feet but remain ducking behind the island, vigilant eyes scanning your surroundings. Whoever it is has most probably figured out that they aren't alone due to how the refrigerator light had been illuminating the otherwise mostly dark room, the thumping close of the magnetized doors only further damning you. 

You tightly chew on your bottom lip as you slowly move around the counter, eyeing the kitchen door while the footsteps circle the workspace in the same fashion.

Your eyebrows furrow when they abruptly come to a halt and everything goes dead silent again. You take a few moments before raising your head and peeking over the marble top to check the intruder's position. 

But no one is there. 

Self doubt suddenly grips at you and you wonder if you hallucinated or misperceived something else for a creep but then–

"Boo~" a deep whisper sounds right beside your ear and your eyes widen as you spin so fast you can barely comprehend anything. The way in which the stranger suspends your rushed attack by wrapping his rough fingers around your weapon bearing band and depriving it of any and all liberty while his other hand flies to your throat to walk you back into a wall is all too quick for you to register until after it's happened. 

"Woah, now. What do we think we are doing?"

Okay, he is a professional. 

Your eyes that can rival saucers instantly fill with tears as the man gathers your other hand along with the one that had meant him offense above your head. He easily snatches the rolling pin from you before looking around and then tossing it in a basket that holds various kitchen cloths in it. 

The harsh blue of his eyes is so bright that you can make it out even in the liminal lighting. "Now, where were we?" As his amused gaze now trails over your barely clad body, you realize that burglary is no longer the center of his focus, for a deep pink tongue reveals itself from his bearded mouth and licks a long stripe of his chapped bottom lip. Since one of his arms is half raised to keep you locked in place, the heavy scent of what can only be described as raw manliness wafts to your nostrils and lingers in the air all around you. His pale face is dirty and stern, cheeks scarred in some places under the thick mat of his dark beard.  

The stranger does not muffle your mouth but you're far too petrified to attempt anything unwise. He does not need to press a weapon to your skin to ensure meekness either, for his bruised and naked lethal fists are threatening enough. 

So you let out the only thing anyone in your situation would in their helplessness. "P- Please." 

"Hm" his eyes lower to scan your erect nipples that push against the sheer fabric of your tank top, his pearly whites -that are in a stark contrast to the rest of the darkness- flash as he smirks when he locates the spot that your natural moisture has caused in your fluffy cotton panties. "Gotta make sure you don't have any more surprises for me first" and then you're whipped around before his free hand is all over you, the coarse pads of his fingers roaming over every bump and crevice of your form. 

You let out an audible gasp when his palm brushes against your breasts -that he had neglected along with your intimates during the initial frisk- and he lets it circle the shape before taking a proper squeeze. You wince and your body responds to the pain by making your muscles twitch. Your back arches as a result and your ass bounces up to collide with his own privates and then the man has no choice but to look down with a grunt at the assaulter. 

The sight that his cruel blue eyes meet with pulls his lips wider and his expression deepens into a grin. "Jeez" a small patch of fuzzy little threads resembling a bunny tail stands erect an inch or two above your covered pucker. 

What? 

You like cute things and so you reward yourself with them every once in a while. 

The realization that you are wearing that underwear claws at your throat and cheeks alike and you can't help but flush even in this depraved situation. 

"Didn't know I had myself a bunny here" your thumping heart begins to thunder when you feel his hand toy with the 'tail' for a few moments before he flicks it. You are on the verge of letting out a peep but he suddenly snatches your throat back into his grasp and sandwiches your body between his hard one and the wall you're facing. 

"Tell me" his beard scratches against the shell of your ear from behind and you tremble in fear. Your legs try to press together to try and cover yourself in any way you can but the stranger ruthlessly worms one of his feet between yours and roughly pushes them apart. The action causes you to lose your balance and your legs go to split but the knee he props up in the middle catches you just in time. "Do you like to breed like one too?" He doesn't care for the frantic shaking of your head and instead caresses your nether regions with the intruder he has pushed between them. 

"Plea–"

"I think you do" he decides for the two of you and marches you into the pantry closet before pushing you over a big carton that stands in the center. The stranger easily manhandles you and before you can try your luck even in vain, he grabs an apple from one of many baskets lined along the edge of a table before pushing it in your mouth. Your teeth dig into it and your jaw locks in place due to its size, your head having no choice but to lay against the box sideways as your eyes release stinging tears all the while. 

The man seems to be in a rut as he does not bother with ridding you of what little covers you have on, instead only roughly pulling down your panties before grunting at the sight of your sex that glistens even in the small light that shines in the dark closet from the kitchen. A calloused palm lands on your ass and makes you jump up with a whimper, your bloodshot eyes unable to see much even though they frantically dart about futilely in every direction they can. 

The man does not waste another second and aligns his rock hard cock along your entrance and pushes in within the next moment, groaning at the balmy tightness of your soft walls. "Fuck, bunny" while one of his coarse hands keep your wrists arrested above your ass, the other squeezes at your hip before steeling you in place. "Trying to shake your head no but makin' a mess inside those cute little bunny panties like it's your job" he jerks the rest of his seemingly never ending length deep up your cavern. 

Your pussy has had to expand so much to accompany him that you can feel a very obvious and painful strain in the band of your opening, the ache causing you to fear that you might rip. Your mouth is full of apple juice as you blink away your tears, face scrunched in discomfort as you stare at the wine rack in front of you. 

The man pulls back almost all the way out only to plunge his cock deeper and harder up your hot channel now. Your head spins and can tell that his unforgiving size has already located your sensitive bundle of nerves within the first few thrusts. 

His stiff and thick tip is unrelenting after that as he just keeps on increasing his speed, his heavy balls slapping your sore ass as they try to push their own way in with each push of his hips. The man grunts, curses, gropes, squeezes, spanks and somewhere along the way even leans down to bite at your tear stained cheeks, licking them in long stripes and twitching at the taste while the box below you violently shakes and threatens to come undone by how roughly it is being rocked back and forth. 

"You like that, huh, bunny?" He has realized that each time he spanks you or pulsates inside you, you clench sensitively with a moan. And so he has been doing that for the past couple pounds. "Like getting fucked like the little breeding bunny that you are?" His face is next to yours as you sob into the apple, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained on the wine bottles as he glowers down on you while pistoning himself in and out of you like you're nothing but a toy meant for relief of the depraved sorts.

"What is with the crying, huh?" His hips snap against yours so hard that your aching ass and even pucker shake with each thrust. "You finally have what you always wanted; a man to breed you full and swell like the dirty little bunny that you are" his deep voice is now even more hoarse due to his irregular breathing. "Isn't that why you saunter around other people's houses in nothing but slutty little underwear? So someone can come along and take you for the breeding bunny that you are?" Your eyes move from their position for the first time in a while.

How does he know that it's not your house? 

"You don't have to worry about anything now" he wraps your hair around his hand before roughly pulling at it to withstand the force of his orgasm that shoots up your cavity. "Except. For. Bearing. Me. A. Healthy. Fuckin'. Fluffle." Your body naturally reacts to the overwhelming stimulation as he gives you a jab with each word, fucking his hot seed deeper and deeper up your womb, causing your hips to tighten and pussy to milk him as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you fall. 

Your owner takes his sweet time fucking his orgasm out and into you as you spasm against the carton helplessly, drowning in a numbing combination of myopia and vertigo of your forced ecstacy, thighs quivering violently. 

"Now," the stranger lets up only when he is fully satisfied… for now. Pulling himself out of your abused channel with a wince, he fixes himself up after letting your arms fall limp at your sides. "Oh– there, there" he abruptly halts whatever it is that he's doing behind you to pull up your panties when his seed threatens to spill out of your stuffed slit. "Can't let it go to waste now, can we?" He snickers to himself before appropriating the rest of his condition.

"Now, let's get you to your burrow" you are manhandled up to your malfunctioning feet by your nape and a wet cloth presses to your nose before your eyes can even adjust to the sudden burst of light that shines in from behind his towering form. His face is the last thing you can make out before your knees finally give out and you go to fall on your back but he catches you in one of his hard arms. 

"There, there, bunny" his voice echoes in your head as the world around you starts to melt. "I've got you" you feel him remove the apple from your now slack jaw before he lumps you on one of his shoulders. 

And then your consciousness fades into an unfathomable abyss. 

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Fixer Upper: A Long Day - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader

A/N: This is dedicated to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ as it was our conversation that inspire me to finally finish this wip that I was too tired to finish for months! Hope you enjoy this comforting Curtis

Summary: Curtis looks after you after a very long, tiring day at work

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Walking into the break room you let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. When you reached your locker you rested your forehead against the cold metal fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then.

“I think I might have actually died and come back as a zombie at hour 9” you hear Mollie say as she walks into the break room behind you.

You let out a weak snort of laughter lifting your head so you could look over at her “That was me at hour 7”

“Oh god yeah you had that Karen didn’t you? What happened in the end?” Mollie asks as she opens up her locker and pulls out her bag.

“Dr Roberts had to step in and you know she takes no shit,” you tell her, your head back resting against your locker.

“Did she do her worst-case scenario trick?” Mollie smirks knowingly.

“Oh yeah” you laugh nodding your head “threw in some Latin phrases too, Karen was quaking in her boots and finally let them do the procedure”

“What was even her problem to begin with? It's a simple minor surgery” Mollie asks as she shrugs on her coat.

“She didn’t like that Dr Roberts was a female, and demanded a male surgeon” you explain finally having the energy to open your locket and grab your bag and coat.

“Asshole” Mollie grumbles before smirking to herself “should introduce her to Mr Tanner”

You couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the idea of that “I would say that would be a match made in heaven but they both belong in hell so,” you say shrugging on your coat.

“Hell-born soulmates” Mollie chuckles as the two of you finally make your way out of the break room “So you got plans for the evening?”

“No I’m too exhausted to do anything, just gonna collapse on the couch and fall asleep,” you say shaking your head.

“Poor Curtis” Mollie smirks making you roll your eyes “I bet he wanted to get lucky tonight”

“Curtis knows well enough that after a 12-hour shift, I am dead to the world, he’ll probably just tinker in the garage for the evening while I get an early night,” you say shaking your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as you step out into the cold evening air.

“Ah, so that’s why I never hear you the day after,” Mollie says making you frown in confusion “You’re too busy getting busy” she smirks.

“You’re a nightmare” you state shaking your head.

“I don’t hear you denying it,” Mollie says in a sing-songy voice as she walks over to her car, you respond by just flipping her off while carrying on to your car “Love you!” She calls out.

“Love you too” you call back before climbing into your car.

The brief boost of energy you had gotten from stepping out into the cold evening air was completely depleted by the time you got home. Trudging into the house like a zombie. Jacques came running over to you instantly his whole body wiggling as he said hello.

“Hey buddy, yes hello,” you say tiredly, giving him a few pats.

“Hey, how was work?” Curtis asks as he appears from the kitchen.

“Urgh” you respond making Curtis chuckle as he walked over.

“Scale from one to ten how tired are you feeling?” He asks as he helps you take off your coat, hanging it up for you.

“Z” you mutter.

Curtis chuckles once more as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his embrace. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his woodsy, smoky scent which was just distinctly him.

“It’s a good thing I already have dinner on the good, should be done in the next five minutes,” Curtis tells you, his large hand running up and down your back.

“Is it comfy food?” You mumble, your voice muffled by his chest.

“It’s mac and cheese so it's the definition of comfy food” Curtis chuckles “And afterwards I’ll run you a bath to soothe all the aches I know you’ll have and then we’ll stick on a movie you don’t care about falling asleep during and call it a night”

You let out a small hum “sounds amazing but I don’t think I have the energy to move past this point”

Curtis chuckles kissing the top of your head “not a problem sweetie, just hold on tight,” he says.

You were about to question what he meant but you didn’t get the chance. Squeaking in surprise when he bent down enough to hook his hands behind your knees, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his skinny waist.

“And I’ll do all the moving,” he says kissing your cheek which with the added leverage was now level with his.

Curtis carried you into the kitchen before carefully setting you down at the table. He then bent down to untie the laces of your shoes and slowly slip them off. He put them out of reach of Jacques before cupping your cheek and softly kissing you.

“Relax, you more than deserved it,” he says pecking your lips once more as the timer on the oven goes signalling that dinner was ready.

You smile softly, resting your chin in your hand as you watched Curtis pull the mac and cheese out of the oven. He quickly served out two portions, placing your plate down in front of you with a kiss to the top of the table.

“Under the table Jacques” Curtis says as he sits down, Jacques running under the table and lying down so he was still in prime position for scraps but wouldn’t be staring you down.

You smiled over at Curtis as you tucked in, the mac and cheese being the perfect pick-me-up comfort meal, especially since Curtis had made it.

Once you had finished eating Curtis cleared up the plates, turning back to you he crouches down and moves your arms so they were around his shoulders. He murmured another “Hold on tight” as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You giggle softly, kissing his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder as he carries you through the house. He takes you upstairs and into the bathroom settling you down on the counter as he moves to run you a bath.

“Let’s get these scrubs off,” he says as he turns back to you.

“Will you get in with me?” You ask reaching out to tug at his light grey vest.

A smile tugs at your lips “You’re supposed to be relaxing” he points out as he pulls off your scrub top.

“And I can’t think of a better way to relax” you smirk making him chuckle.

“Fine but no funny business” Curtis says with a knowing look.

You hold your hands up in surrender “I’ll keep my hands to myself as long as you do” you say making Curtis laugh again.

“Sure, now c’mon” he grins leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

You watch with a lazy smile on your face as Curtis undresses and climbs into the bath. Sliding off the counter you finish getting undressed yourself and climb in with him, letting out a moan as you sink into to warm water.

Once you were seated Curtis wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “Feel good?” He hums.

“So so good” you sigh happily, leaning back into his chest.

Curtis hums running his hands up your arms before resting them on your shoulder and begging to massage your neck and shoulders. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots away with his large skilled hands.

“Oh yeah right there” you moan, your head tilting forward to give him better access.

Curtis lets out a low chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of your neck. He continues to massage you until all the knots were gone and you were practically slumped against him.

When the water began to cool you both climbed out, Curtis wrapping you in a warm fluff towel capturing your lips in his for a sweet kiss. You then got dressed into some comfy PJs and climbed into bed while Curtis went to make sure the house was all locked up.

When he returned he pulled you into his embrace and stuck on one of your favourite Disney movies. One that you’d seen so many times that you didn’t mind falling asleep during. Which was good because the cosy feeling that being in Curtis’ arms gave you meant it wasn’t long until you fell asleep in his arms. Curtis pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you dozed off.

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Much Too Fast, Part 2

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

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: mature

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

Word Count: 4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A babysitter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…you don’t love her?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And us?” 

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

“You’re married.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poet and I could go with you.”

“No.  You stay here.”

“I’ll…make us some lunch.”

“I’ll grab some when I’m out.”

“Then I’ll make us some dinner.”

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

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

“Poe?” 

“Dada!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yep.  Dada.”

“I can wear her down.”

“Nono.”

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

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

“Your tires are looking a bit worn.”

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

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

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

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

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

“How will I get in touch with you?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.  Curtis!  Date’s here.”

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

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

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

“Dada, Nono.”

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

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

“Dada, Nono.” 

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

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

“Nono!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1: Shuffle With Me, Houston Stranger

From: Handiwork Series

Pairing: Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Curtis keeps a busy life between helping out on the farm and running the garage. There are some moments and places that give him reprieve, though, and one of them happens to be a bar where a certain sweetie works.

Word count: 3,386

Content/warnings: not many, mentions of drinking and alcohol, bar setting, weird vague emotional states, another guy hopelessly head over boots (what else is new, y’all should know this is how I write all my love interests at his point), menacing foreshadowing

Author’s Note: this takes place at the same time as chapters 3, 4, and 5 of YCMBWH and chapter 1 of The Rainmaker. You can technically read it alone, but the other stories help fill in some gaps. Check out the rest of the AU!

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Curtis walked into the shop with sore shoulders and a slight ache in his heels from a long day of unexpected work and standing. His cousin had called him in to help out with a few chores at the farm since she had to run the Friday farmer’s market, so the day was long and tiresome.

The last thing he wanted to do right now was go through and double check his books for the auto body shop, so he decided against it. Even if he went through everything tonight, it’s not like it would be quality work.

He figured he’d just quickly make sure everything was in its place in the office and the garage to make paperwork easier for him on Monday and work easier for the guys in the morning. Then, he’d be able to join his cousin and her new farmhand at the bar.

Curtis was organizing his socket wrenches by size when he heard a rattling sound become louder behind him. He turned as he sensed it coming closer, seeing an old truck pull into his garage.

He looked down to check his watch. The shop had been long closed by now, and he had places to be. Based off the noise though, he couldn’t deny something was definitely wrong with the vehicle. If Curtis weren’t such a good man, he would’ve turned the patron away, but there was no saying how far a truck that sounded like that could possibly get.

He tilted his head, examining the vehicle and attempting to peer through the glare in the drivers side window when the engine turned off and he saw a pair of old, comfy shoes step down from the cab. His eyes traced up the body before him and Curtis was speechless. Your hair was just tucked under an old ball cap, nothing fancy.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind, I’m not sure what this sound means and was hoping you had time to take a look at my truck. I know you guys are closed, so it’s no rush, but I’d really appreciate it. I’d rather know where my car is than get stranded out in the middle of nowhere.”

Curtis continued to stand there, mesmerized by you until he shook his head back into the present. “Oh, um, sure. I think I have the evening free, so let me just check on a few things real quick and I can take a look at it.”

Curtis pulled out his phone to text his cousin that he wouldn’t make it to the bar tonight.

He stuffed his phone in his back pocket, going to grab a chair from the front office as you followed. “Never good when a truck that old makes a sound like that.”

You nodded along. “Oh trust me, I know. Darn thing’s even older than me. Usually I’m able to figure out the minor stuff, but this is beyond what I know.”

Curtis nodded when he went to set a metal folding chair down by where you had pulled the truck onto one of his lifts. It scraped against the concrete floor, and he was surprised by the way you simply looked at it, as if you were offended that he’d want you to sit down.

“Oh, by the way, I’m Curtis, I own this shop.” The mechanic stuck out his hand, cleaner than you would’ve expected, and you shook it, introducing yourself.

“Ah, it’s nice to meet you. One of my coworkers actually suggested I come here when the truck started acting up. Said his best friend was the big cheese.”

Curtis laughed. “Um, he used those exact words? Or are those yours? Where are you from?”

You shook your head. “Oh no, sorry, those were my words. I think he just called you the boss, he’s the bouncer at the bar?”

Curtis clicked his tongue as he walked over to the hood of your car, propping it open. “Okay, you’re talking about my buddy, Edgar. Yeah, I’m glad he sent you to me. He works some shifts for me now and then. So you’re new to town? I go to the bar pretty often, I’ve never seen you there.”

You nodded your head tentatively. “Yeah, didn’t think it would be so noticeable I just moved here from Houston, but I’m really from here and there, lived almost everywhere. Been working at the bar for about a week now.”

Curtis nodded as he looked deeper into your engine, testing the tightness of parts and how full each fluid was. “Well how about that. Yeah, we don’t get too many people moving here, but I’m sure it’s a nice change from the city.”

You nodded and hummed, walking over and leaning under the hood of the car with him. “Agreed. I don’t think many mechanics would be this patient with me out there.”

Curtis lightly chuckled as he looked up at you over his shoulder. “Well I’ll be honest with you, patience is one thing, but you probably won’t think I’m very kind when I tell you this truck probably wont survive the next time you take a far journey if you plan to move…”

His small smile was replaced with a grimace. Maybe if he knew you were leaving soon like you seemed to do so often, he could hold himself back more. He could tell himself that there was no point in being attached, being himself for you to see. He’d hold off on the kindness that poured out to everyone he knew and loved, because it would hurt for you to take it and leave.

Your face held a small smile, though, despite his look of worry. “Well what if I planned on staying?”

Curtis looked back into the engine in an attempt to hide the redness in his cheeks. He was warm at the thought of you sticking around. He jiggled the loose part he found, grunting from leaning over so far, before he spoke up, partially avoiding your question.

“Well, you see this right here. I’d replace it and say it would be good for another couple of years.”

You beamed. “That’s good news!”

Curtis stood up to his full height and for the first time, you noticed just how towering his stature was. Anyone else would be intimidated from a distance, but from this proximity, you could see the kindness in his eyes.

“Yes and no.” It came out softer than he had intended. “I’ve gotta make a special order, and it will probably take at least a week to come in. Do you have another way to get to work?”

You nodded. “Yeah, my apartment isn’t too far from the bar. Walking shouldn’t be an issue.”

He looked at you skeptically. “Are you sure? I know you guys have some pretty late shifts.”

“Curtis, I’ll be fine. I’m tougher than I look.” He sighed in response.

“Alright, if you say so. I’ll put in for that part and in the meantime, your truck can stay here.” He walked over to the workbench and scribbled on a piece of paper, tearing it off and handing it to you.

“Here’s my personal number. In case you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me. I could even set up a ride for you if you change your mind.”

You took the paper, creasing it in the middle and stuffing it in your pocket. “Well, I’ve got a shift tomorrow and I think I might get there on time if I start walking now. Bit of a ways to my place from your shop. Any chance you could drive me home so I can sleep?”

Curtis sighed and checked his watch. “Yeah, I guess so, considering I’m holding your car captive. Come on, I’ll close up and we’ll get you home.”

As you waited for the new car part to be delivered to the shop, you kept working. Bills had to be paid. You had to keep living.

You were surprised the next day at work when Edgar had offered to walk you home after your shift, and every night after then, but didn’t question it. You were just appreciative to have a nice coworker you could trust.

Another surprise was the amount of take out orders that you’d have to give out from the bar. Most of which were going to a certain handsome mechanic.

It was Wednesday night, and the fourth time he’d come to pick up dinner this week. The man must really like cheese curds. You didn’t question it, though, as you handed him his order, asking for updates and waving goodbye with a somber smile as he left too soon, and spoke very little.

What you didn’t know was that Curtis had food at home, sitting in his fridge as he opted for the extra opportunities to see you. You also didn’t know how much he feared opening up his mouth and exposing himself by saying the wrong thing to the first person to make him nervous in a long time. Curtis was generally steady, driven, easygoing, but he could feel that world, that demeanor, start to tilt.

Curtis had a long week. A week much longer than he expected with the extra work he had to do out on the farm instead of in the shop. Sure, he was getting along better and better with Bucky, but that didn’t change the fact that there was too much going wrong.

Cole, that little shit from high school, was back and Curtis’s cousin had gotten stuck in a mine. There was no time for sleep, let alone stopping by the bar with this much of a crisis going on.

As soon as the rocks collapsed in the mine, Curtis was freaking out. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. He called Sam, telling him everything he could about those who were close enough to have heard of the mines. After that, he got to work.

He assessed what all would need done in the next day and did as many small tasks as he could, staying up until he could greet the helpers on the way.

All Curtis wanted to do was sleep, this was taking a toll on him, but he did his best to not let it show, to not become a grump. He just put his head down and made himself useful while Bucky waited back at the mine. At the first available opportunity, he was going to drop into a bed and nap. This week was stretching him thin.

Meanwhile, you continued to work at the bar. After seeing him for several days in a row, it was concerning that Curtis seemingly fell off the face of the Earth. Surely that wasn’t your business, though. Maybe it was just a coincidence he was ordering food so often before. He had better places to be, like work, or maybe on a date.

Why would you care, though? He was just the nice guy fixing your car. There was no way he was going out of his way to visit; probably just had some late nights at the shop and that’s why he picked up dinner, not to see you. Anyway, work was always busy enough for your mind to be occupied. You’d at least see him again hopefully once that coveted car part came in.

After a much easier Saturday at the farm, Curtis was ready to have a nice, relaxing time at the bar. As the crew he came with went inside, he hung back to talk to Edgar. He clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey man, how’s it going?”

Edgar patted him back. “Good, I’m good. Been walking your girl home like you asked. She’s working tonight.” A smirk crept onto his face as Curtis looked down.

“But besides that, what’s going on with you?”

Curtis sighed and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. He turned a picture of Cole Turner towards Edgar.

“Um, I’m alright. A little stressed, but I’m hoping you can help. I’ve got something for you.”

Edgar looked up from the piece of paper. “What’s this?”

“Someone who we need to make sure stays out of here. And if you see him, you let me know, okay?”

Edgar nodded. “Sure thing. Have fun with your girl.”

Curtis rolled his eyes and walked through the door to catch up with everyone else.

You were pouring out drinks for the group that came in when a familiar tall, broad form approached from the doorway. You took in the way his shoulders pushed at the flannel fabric of his shirt as he sauntered into the room. You couldn’t help the way the smile already on your face grew to see him again.

“Oh hey, if it isn’t the big cheese.” He laughed at the nickname, shaking his head as he moved to take a seat at the bar.

“Yeah, sorry I haven’t been in for awhile. Had some family matters to attend to. Speaking of which, that’s them over there.” He gestured toward the group who had just ordered food and drinks from you before heading towards the booths on the far side of the room.

“Ah! Okay, in that case, this is for you.” You grabbed a short rocks glass from the lower counter in front of you and set it up on the bar top in front of Curtis. The glass made a small thud against the finished wood as you looked at him.

Curtis tentatively grabbed it and sipped. After swallowing he hummed.

“Sweet. Like a cherry.”

You nodded. “Oh yeah. That’s because it’s got extra cherries. Your buddies over there said you’d drink whatever, so I made you my favorite.”

Curtis lowered the glass and looked at you deeply with his warm, burning sapphire eyes. His voice grew low and raspy. “I wasn’t talking about the drink.”

He winked at you and you had no idea how your legs didn’t fail you right then. You were able to quickly recover, though, shooting a remark right back.

“Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll let you test that conjecture.” You could see his cheeks grow warm at the suggestive statement. You grabbed your rag and threw it over your shoulder, leaning closer to the towering man who was just confident, now evidently bashful.

“Curtis, are you…blushing?”

His eyebrows were quick to arch as his attempt of a scowl failed to break through past a shy smile. “No! Blushing is fake. It doesn’t exist. That’s just an old wives tale.”

You looked at his skeptically, not even attempting to hide the laugh that burst out. “What do you mean you think it’s fake? You’re so red right now.”

Curtis’s eyes shifted around the room, unsure of how to respond. “I just feel really…warm…when I look at you.” He muttered so low you could barely hear it.

You wanted to keep pushing before his embarrassment made him turn away from you.

“Hey listen, I’ll be back. I’ve gotta check in with the group, but keep this stool saved for me?”

You nodded. “Sure thing.”

As soon as Curtis returned, he was glued to his chair. He spent the entire evening chatting with you, asking about your life, and telling you about his on the farm and at the shop.

You were honestly grateful for the one bit of peace on a busy bar Saturday night. Every chance you got, you were leaning against the counter by him to take a breath, watching his friends ride the bull and dance together. What a group of great people.

“So, have you been able to make it home alright this week? I’m sorry that truck part still hasn’t come in yet.”

You nodded as you poured a line of shots for a group of girls waiting on the corner. “Yeah, it hasn’t really been a problem. Edgar’s been insistent on walking me to my door, which helps me feel better when it’s that dark out. Just makes me feel bad, though, because I think I finish a little later than his shift time is supposed to be.”

“Well that’s nice of him. If you want, I can drive you home tonight. Might take some of that load off if you’re worried.” Curtis’s eyes watched you slide the shots to the patrons as you came back to his seat and sighed.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you staying here later than you have to, either. It’s really okay. I can definitely take care of myself.”

Curtis shrugged. “I don’t doubt that at all, Cherry. But I’m offering. And I’d be a fool to prematurely end one of the best nights I’ve had in awhile. I really don’t mind.”

“Okay, then. Sounds like a plan.”

As the night was winding down, and Curtis’s group had already come over to close out the tab, the two of you watched the remaining people prepare to head out. Who was Curtis that he knew someone with a black card? Supposedly they were business associates of the farm. Was farming really that lucrative? You guessed so.

You rejoined the present as the last few slow songs came on the juke box and Curtis held out his hand.

“You know how to dance?”

You scoffed, “Curtis, I’m still working. But yes, do you think I could’ve gotten by all this time without a little bit of knowledge?”

He shook his head. “I would’ve been worried if you did. Come on, there’s hardly anyone left. Shuffle with me, you little Houston stranger.”

You sidestepped the bar and walked out the small half door to join Curtis on the dance floor, holding both his hands and looking up into his eyes. “I’d say we’re hardly strangers now. You don’t learn nothing after hours of talking like that.”

You began to swing to the twangy music, holding each other close. Curtis twirled you and pulled you into his chest where your ear could hear his racing heart. The warmth and the scent of his cologne were comforting. His arms blanketing you, shielding you from all other thoughts besides this moment. As the song faded out, you realized you two were the only ones left besides the other employees doing the final tidying up before shutting down for the night. You reluctantly pulled your body from Curtis, left only holding each other’s hands.

“I should probably go help with the closing duties. Can you wait for me by the door?”

Curtis nodded. “Of course. I’ll be ready whenever you are.”

Curtis watched you go back to your cash register as he walked back towards Edgar, keeping an eye on you the whole time.

“So, anything interesting happen tonight?”

Edgar nodded with with wide eyes. “Um, yeah. That guy you gave me a picture of, he came by. Threw a fit when I wouldn’t let him in. Some dude in fancy clothes and a mustache was with him, too. Not sure what that was about, but they at least respected the badge.”

Curtis huffed and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

This was not good. Curtis pulled out his phone and texted Bucky.

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Bonus A/N: Tbh, even I don’t know where this story is gonna go, but I love Curtis a lot and will need some time to find a niche plot that will do him some justice.

I hope you enjoyed. Comments, reblogs, and likes are sooooo appreciated.

[navybrat817]

How are the motocross boys doing? I miss them!

I thought everyone forgot about them, nonnie! ❤️ My own fault. I haven't shown them love lately. So what are they up to?

Jake is trying to work up the courage to propose to Lucky.

Ari is going to bring dinner to Sweetart's place and may even spend the night.

Hal is in the midst of setting up a simple yet romantic date for Belle.

Bucky will have to help you work through some of your emotions when your ex shows up in town.

Curtis has to work through his own emotions and yours when tragedy strikes.

Steve needs to take you out! And it better be nice because Curtis isn't afraid to hit him.

Chris may or may not be at the next race and that worries you.

I love how some of those answers only raise more questions. 😂

Love and thanks! ❤️

[ambrozjas]

johnny with a shy reader

johnny and ponyboy x shy!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

johnny cade x reader, ponyboy curtis x reader (separate)

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aaah!! loved this request!! i put my soul into these small blurbs 😭 i got two reqs for johnny and pony x shy reader so i just decided to kill two birds with one stone, yknow?

✧˖*°࿐warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of scars in johnny’s, lmk if i missed anything!!

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❥ first off, JOHNNY is also a little shy and quiet so you two would legit probably be the quietest people in the room

❥ i feel like youd guys would be very in tune with each other though, like even with just one look, you guys could understand each other

❥ like i could just imagine you and johnny sitting next to each other, you fiddling with his hands when nobody’s paying attention to you two

❥ like you guys can just understand each other, no words needed??

❥ do you get what i mean 😭😭??

❥ that being said though, if needed, johnny will come to your aid

❥ like, if dally’s bothering you an awful ton or you’re getting picked on, he’d def stand up for you in his own little way

❥ you both are quiet but nothing gets better than the late night whispers of affection you two exchange

❥ LIKEE..???

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“how come you ain’t talk much either, johnny?” you asked the boy in front of you, who lay on his side in your bed, gazing into your eyes with that kicked puppy dog look as usual.

you and johnny were never chatty, who needed words when you guys could just understand one another just by a blink?

everybody used to joke how you guys could communicate telepathically, but sometimes that thought didn’t seem so silly. it was like you guys were telepaths, and you could just read each others mind at any time.

but even with few words, you two didn’t get bored. it was at night when all the words came out. which is where you were now, tracing johnny’s scars with a gentle hand, nothing but love and admiration coating your touch.

he seemed to think for a moment, eyes darting around your face as if to memorize every feature of your face in case one day he’d never see it again.

“only words i seem to ‘ave are f’you,” he paused, taking a second to lick his slightly chapped lips, “feels like you the only person who actually hears me.” he confessed, looking back into your eyes and almost wincing, waiting for the blows that never come. he waited for the insults that would never dare leave your lips, but when you didn’t say anything, it almost made his nerves worse.

“johnny cade.” you said his name, eyes not leaving his face once. “yeah..?” he whispered, almost inaudible.

“i love you.”

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❥ you and PONYBOY are literally so cute together

❥ ponyboy is somewhat more talkative than johnny, so he’d be able to make more conversation, even if it’s awkward

❥ but sometimes ponyboy is a bit oblivious , so you might need to be a little more forward with how youre feeling

❥ sodapop always teases you both with how shy you are with each other

❥ would be more direct with telling people off for teasing you with ill intentions though

❥ you guys saw how bold he was for spitting at bob 😭

❥ AND UGH JUST IMAGINE HIM READING TO YOUUU

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your head was in ponyboy’s lap as he read one of his favorite books to you, ‘great expectations’. he was mid sentence before you dozed off, his hand buried in your hair and gently rubbing at your scalp with his free hand.

“.. and the clocks all stopped together. an e..ep—épergne, or center piece of some kind was in the middle of this cloth.’ did i say that right?” he had asked you, unaware that you had already nodded off.

“hey? you there?” he asked, tilting his head forward a little bit to check on your face, before taking notice of your sleepy state.

“oh—! shit..” he whispered. his hand still caressed your head, a soothing mechanism so you wouldn’t wake up. he couldn’t help but look lovingly at you in your serene state, how did he end up with such a perfect partner?

he smiled softly, before readjusting the book in his hand and continuing to read, still scratching at your scalp with his right hand. he didn’t mind if his legs fell asleep, as long as you got some sleep was all that matters.

boy, was ponyboy whipped.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dkfkejddksk SORRY I HAVENT BEEN PUMPING OUT FICS THAT MUCH IVE BEEEN SOO BUSY WITH SCHOOLWORK !!

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