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A Permanent Claim: Part 2
The twin beds set against the wall were made in perfection, a task that you speculated was taken on by the maids Pari said Curtis had hired to look after the twin mess.
The dark grey blankets were pulled taut against the bed with lighter pillows placed at the top of the mattress with a stuffed bear on one bed and an alligator on the other.
The closet doors that were placed across from each bed were closed, the frosted glass giving you a limited view of their clothes inside, although you could depict the black and white soccer ball sitting on the floor by the door hinges.
The room was clean and well organized though it hadn’t looked like a typical little boys’ room, there was a distinctive lack of toys or games, the walls were decorated with generic canvas pictures but nothing that would have related to their personalities. It seemed as if their room was ripped from the pages of some interior design magazine, copied and pasted into the house. There was little here that was conducive to Theo and James, or it had appeared that way to you.
“I’ll show you the nanny suite.” Pari directed you out of the room, closing the door behind the two of you before she stepped further into the hall, the extension of the crisp and clean aesthetic of the boy’s rooms continuing into the hall.
The carpet beneath your feet was soft, and you found yourself curling your toes into the material briefly before you followed Pari down the hall toward the next set of doors on the right side of the long hallway.
Pari had given you the rundown on the twins’ schedule, the latest time they could stay up and when Curtis wanted them up in the morning. She had explained that they were going to be entering kindergarten after summer break and the private school Curtis was sending them to would take them out of the house three days a week until Christmas, and then after they would go four days a week.
It was a lot of information given to you within a brief time until she stepped in front of one door, opening it briefly to give you a brief look at the boys bathroom they shared. The bathtub and shower combo seemed to have more life and personality than their room, a few toys set in a faux wicker basket by the corner of the bathtub, and a set of matching towels hanging on the rack were synonymous with the double vanities.
A set of toothbrushes was hanging off two holders above the sink, one themed to a superhero and the other was designed with dinosaurs in mind, both giving you more of an idea of what the twins liked than their bedroom.
It was puzzling, a wonderment why there was nothing more for the boys in their bedroom. You put the thought in the back of your mind while you followed Pari down to the next door, a nanny suite that was going to be yours when you officially started the next day.
Tonight she was going to stay to make sure the twins had settled until they had gotten relatively used to the idea of having another new nanny around, and that would in turn give you time to pack some clothes before you would be on your own.
It was her deciding factor or something about you that she liked, to give you the job after the few short hours that you had been here talking with her and to her. The process of showing you around was one more indication that you were going to be given the job, one more step toward you being hired for the job that paid exceptionally well.
However, you were curious about the high turnaround, curious enough that you had almost asked Pari whether it was the twins that drove the nanny away in some kind of Hollywood feeling scheme or if it was the man you were working for that had done the job.
“It’s got everything you’ll need.” Pari directed you into the nanny suite and you had stepped through with speculation, your eyebrows furrowing as your lips had become pursed.
The nanny suite was larger than you expected and was rather captivating with clean crisp white walls, and an intricate chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.
The headboard was made of light grey material that was textured with cloth buttons that added extra detail. The bed itself was larger than the one you had in your apartment, and it was pushed against the feature wall with a nightstand on the right-hand side and a sitting chair on the other side. Across from the bed was an electric fireplace and mantle, the dark wood contrasting the white trim that ran throughout the room.
To the far left was a set of double doors that led to a small private balcony that was enclosed by a white railing. The room was designed with the same sleekness as the rest of the house, perfect to a near fault, and yet this nanny suite still had more character than the twins rooms. It was bothering you, it was getting under your skin like an itch that couldn’t have possibly been sated until you let the question be aired and given life.
“Pari, the twins room-“ You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers and your mouth shutting closed when she had drawn in a breath and rubbed the bridge of her nose with annoyance.
The corner of her lips was pressed tightly together and the scowl on her face had told you everything you needed to know.
“I know.” Those two words told you enough. “Curtis hired some interior decorator because he didn’t give a shit about what the house looked like, he’s got enough to deal with. The nannies and housekeepers come and they see the state of this place and do everything they can to keep it this way.”
“High-turnaround-“
“Not just for nannies.” Pari drew her hand away from her face and down to her hip, glancing you over again with a far less stoic expression. “Housekeepers too.”
Your suspicions of the twin being hellions that sent the nannies off were partially right, and you couldn’t have blamed them. The twins were not allowed by the other nannies to have anything in their rooms because of the clutter, and it had made the boys double down on their mission to get rid of anyone ‘allergic to fun’.
They didn’t get to express themselves, they didn’t get to enjoy being messy like kids naturally were, or even have their favourite toys in their bedrooms to play with. It was almost as if they were being forced into this state of cleanliness that wasn’t achievable for them.
“They’re kids, they should be allowed to be kids.” You mumbled under your breath, taking another glance around the room before you and Pari stepped into the hallway again.
As the door clicked behind you, your hand settled on the doorknob while Pari made her way to the winding staircase, leaving you lagging for a few moments.
“Theo, James-“ A crash had come from the lower level and your feet carried you before you had time to think, following Pari toward the kitchen and the source of the sound.
“Sorry, aunty.” One of the twin’s bottom lips was trembling, his blue eyes watering and his chest heaving with the effort to hold in his tears.
Between the twins was a broken glass and orange juice, the mixture thankfully not hitting either of their feet. Theo, or so you thought, had huffed and gritted his teeth, almost as if he was trying to present himself as a stoic figure.
“James-“ you started to speak to the twins, first addressing the twin who wasn’t near tears.
“Theo.” Pari corrected you, taking a wide berth around the glass and juice, and stepping toward a small utility closet near the edge of the kitchen.
“It was an accident, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You stepped the other way, slowly grabbing hold of James’ arm, and gently leading him away from the glass. “I’m going to clean it up, don’t step in the glass or you’ll cut your feet.”
“I was thirsty.” James pulled at your sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wanted a drink.”
“I know, it’s not your fault.” You lift him from the floor and set him on the table, sitting him on the edge before you lifted his left foot and then his right, looking for any cuts. “It was an accident.”
You drew your fingers along the bottom of his feet feeling for any nicks that you couldn’t see, biting down on the inside of your cheek when he laughed through some tears and jerked his foot. After checking both feet, you lifted him from the table and carried him further away from the mess and set him down where he wouldn’t be hurt or caught in the mess.
“Do you still want something to drink?” You crouched before him, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. “Orange juice?”
“We didn’t mean to,” Theo spoke with the same defiance, the same presentable little tough guy act he was trying to put on, almost as if he was afraid you or Pari would give them trouble. “It slipped-“
“It’s okay, Theo.” You were careful to step around the rest of the glass, carefully padding around the island toward the fridge as you stared at the rows of cupboards.
“To the left of the fridge,” Pari spoke without having to look up from the floor, “orange juice is on the right side of the fridge.”
You followed her instruction, first grabbing a glass and then the juice. You set both on the counter before closing the doors and unscrewing the cap, idly listening to the sound of James and Theo’s whispers behind you while you filled their glass.
Once it was halfway full, you grabbed the glass and turned. You nearly jumped out of your skin when they appeared closer than you anticipated, squeaking in surprise at their giggles and soft laughter.
“Funny.” You held the glass out to James, watching him and Theo guzzle down the sweet mixture before they handed it back to you. “Is that better?”
“Theo, James…go put your toys away. Pizza will be here soon.” Pari sent the directive and as quickly as the boys were here, they were gone.
They scattered from the kitchen with a few excited claims that they would beat each other to the playroom, leaving you and Pari alone. You set the glass in the sink and shifted your weight from one foot to the other while silence passed between you both.
“Crustaceans?” Pari drew your attention to herself as she stepped around the island and dumped the remaining glass shards into the garbage under the sink. “You’re allergic to crustaceans?”
“Oh.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t eat crustaceans but I can eat fish.”
“I don’t eat beef,” Pari relayed some personal preferences about herself just as you had, “It’s not an allergy, but a religious practice.”
“Beef?”
“I can eat chicken, lamb, and goat but not beef.” She looked you over as she spoke and then smiled, cracking a genuine and warm grin. “You’re going to do great with them. You’re exactly what they need.”
“Thank you-“
“-Curtis too.” She spoke over you while you fell silent. “He’s going to love you.”
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Gasoline
dark biker!Ari Levinson x female reader x dark biker!Curtis Everett
summary: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It sure was true for you. An attempt at saving someone led to you being taken into the pits of darkness. And the devils own you now.
warnings: dub-con; power imbalance; possessiveness; threats; sex in public; unprotected sex; cockwarming; oral (m receiving); mention of oral (f receiving); fingering; pussy spanking; spit kink; forced tattoo; dark!Ari; dark!Curtis;
word count: 4.5k
Author's Note: So this is a result of a few factors ruining me - @buckets-and-trees tattoo artists Curtis and Ari story making me think of those two combining forces; musings about masked dark biker Curtis with @stargazingfangirl18 ; as well my horny brain creating a very naughty dream 🫣 It's not a story I've been working on for long. I wrote it all today, because I needed to get it out of my head.
Be ready at 9PM. Max will drive you.
The message is blunt and direct. Like most of their commands.
The upside is that at least you don’t have to figure out what they want, there are no games to be played. Still, you love when they turn a bit more playful - marginally so. When there’s a whisper of softness and fondness in their eyes as they let you tease and poke a bit.
You think it’s because you’ve learned when to do that and how to keep it just a small, acceptable dose.
You’ve learned quickly that acting a full on brat wouldn’t be tolerated.
Well, at the very beginning they shouldn’t have been surprised you lashed out. After all, they’ve taken you without your consent, stealing you away from your steady life as a punishment for daring to defend someone who crossed them.
With your fierce, empathetic heart you couldn’t just stand down and watch as they flayed someone open. But that act of humanity cost you your freedom.
Swept away on a beast of a motorbike, its roar barely covering the thudding of your panicked heart; taken into the depths of the city’s darkness and into the tower that became your new life.
Because nobody crossed Ari Levinson and Curtis Everett, without facing severe punishment.
It was your luck, or perhaps doom, they sanctioned you with life instead of death. But that life was now theirs.
You were all theirs.
So of course you fought at the beginning, which didn’t seem to surprise or faze them much. Your screams and throwing things against the beautiful walls of the two story penthouse were ignored for the most part. So were your tears. They merely wiped them away in an almost tender gesture, then coldly told you to accept that this was your life now.
“You can make yourself miserable living it, or you can let yourself accept it and find enjoyment in it.”
The way Ari's thumb brushed along your bottom lip told you exactly what kind of enjoyment they were offering you. Your traitorous body reacted, despite your mind detesting it.
They took away your clothes and when you asked for some Ari simply told you no. So you ripped down the gauzy window curtains and draped them over yourself in a makeshift dress.
You were very smug about that little victory.
Until Ari ripped them off of you and fucked the rebellion out of you.
Fucked you hard and long, ‘till you sobbed and begged for mercy. Which was granted only after you promised to follow the rules.
You were still sore and oversensitive when Curtis slipped into your bed the next morning, waking you up with his mouth devouring you. Pinning you down after wrecking two orgasms out of you, he fed you the mixture of your cum and his spit, ordering you to swallow.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he left you with that direction. And with a pile of new clothes on the chair.
Over the next weeks, through trials and tribulations, you’ve learned that as long as you followed the rules and expectations, most of your requests were met. Often they went beyond and before you even asked for something.
The only thing you would never be granted was your freedom.
You weren’t allowed outside, unless you were with them. The steel and glass tower they owned was swarmed with guards and all sorts of alarms and traps. The only time you were out without either Ari or Curtis at your side (usually the both of them) was when an appointed guard was taking you to them.
Just like now.
You stare at the message on your phone. Which isn’t your connection to the outside world at all. The only contacts in it are to Ari, Curtis and two most trusted men from their inner circle. It’s tracked at all times and you’re sure they are monitoring your browsing history, as well.
Clubbing is not my thing. You dare to type back.
The fact they told you where they were going when they left the penthouse isn’t much comforting, because it’s a way to force you to have information for which they could easily kill you, if you used it in any way. It’s also a manipulation to make it feel like what the three of you have is some sort of a relationship.
But isn’t it?
Fucking aside, they spend time with you. If they aren’t away doing bloody business, they always eat breakfast with you. Other meals depending on their workload. They aren’t very talkative, but they engage in conversations with you. Curtis taught you how to properly use the few machines at the home gym, when you were restless and searching for something to do while locked in. Ari will keep you in his lap, playing with your hair and watching movies on the ridiculously huge screen.
Glimpses of softness, really. You never fool yourself to think of them as truly soft, because even as they provide a certain tenderness, there’s always that brutal darkness lurking behind.
It shows in the way they fuck you. As well in the way Ari’s gaze glints a murderous warning when you come close to crossing the line, or how Curtis doesn’t bother wiping away enemy’s blood from his face before coming to you.
Wear a red dress - comes the reply and you know tonight they’re not in the mood to give you room for some brattiness.
You huff in annoyance, but still get up and go into the bathroom to take a shower and shave.
Sometimes, when they’re more relaxed and content, they entertain your pushing. Usually it leads to a sinfully hot chuckle, a few spanks and a lot of orgasms. But if they’re in one of their darker moods, you don’t dare to rebel. It doesn’t end well.
Yes, there’s merciless fucking that leaves you shattered into pieces, but there’s always a higher price to pay too. Like having your childhood friend and her family threatened with death, when you reached out to her via social media.
Hair and makeup done, clad in a tight, short red dress, you’re ready five minutes before 9PM. Max waits for you in the elevator, greeting you curtly, but not looking up at you.
No one ever looks directly at you. No one beside Curtis or Ari.
As you’re being driven through the city, you wistfully watch streets buzzing with life - people freely walking around, friends meeting and going out for drinks, workaholics leaving companies and trailing home. You were never a partying girl and you know you’re being summoned to the club only for Curtis and Ari’s entertainment, but at least you will be out of your beautiful prison for a few hours.
The club is pulsing with a sensual, enticing beat. There’s enough people filling the space to make it obvious how popular this place is, but there’s also a street long line at the front, because getting in isn’t that easy.
You don’t know if Ari and Curtis own this place, but you doubt they’d take you anywhere that wasn’t under their strict command.
Besides, they have their fingers wrapped tightly around so many establishments and people in this city, that it may belong to them whole.
Many would never assume that their power extended so greatly. They’re nothing like the polished, suit-wearing mafia men, or politicians that people imagine to be at the top. Not with their less classy attire of jeans and leather, their heavy biker boots, tattoos covering their bodies. And yet it’s them who hold the reins and carve up anyone daring to step out of line.
Max points toward the staircase, leading to the upper floor. VIP section undoubtedly, considering two heavily tatted bouncers guarding the entrance.
They nod their heads in greeting, but drop their gazes. One of them unhooks the red rope and lets you onto the stairs.
There's a middle floor, filled with velvet couches and chrome accessories, shiny tables set with buckets filled with ice and champagne bottles in each. You notice a few faces you know from the tv screen and social media.
Ah, so it's a floor for the celebrity kind of VIPs.
But the real important people are on the top floor. Guarded by another set of bouncers.
Unlike the lower levels, this one is instantly recognizable as belonging to bikers. Chrome details are kept in darker tones, velvet replaced by leather, a tattoo-style painted skull takes most of the black wall.
Members of the gang mingle around. Not many of them, just the inner circle, or closest to it. Brutal enforcers, sneaky assassins, remorseless bunch.
You pass them without glancing at anyone, your gaze searching and settling on the only people you're allowed to give your attention to.
Ari and Curtis are sprawled on the central, U-shaped sofa. Arms braced on the back of it, legs spread wide. Masters of the dark universe. Of your universe, too.
There's no one beside them, but in front of them, separated by the steel chrome coffee table, is a man. A battered, bleeding man. On his knees.
Everyone around acts as if there was nothing there to see. As if the man didn't exist at all. You feel that compassionate sadness squeeze your heart. The same instinct that made you act that fatal night and sealed your fate. Now you know not to show it, not to act on it, or it would lead to the man's immediate death.
Instead, you stand before them. Just a few steps away from the trembling man.
Ari and Curtis’ eyes instantly move to you. Both slowly drag their gazes up your form.
One thing that you gained from their attention is the huge boost in body confidence. Each pound, each curve, each roll - they desire you all the same.
You made sure to wear a dress that's short enough to leave your thighs exposed. They always like when their marks of ownership are visible.
Getting them was painful. Also against your will. But you stayed in place, gritting your teeth and clenching your fingers into fists. Ari held you down to prevent any squirming as Curtis personally tattooed your skin.
One thigh presents a scary black&white skull, shrouded in darkness. With a bleeding red rose crunched between its teeth. Drops of blood are painted as dripping into scratched out letters below, forming his name - Curtis.
On your other thigh is a female's head - your portrait. All dark stencil, no color. Two skeleton hands gripping you. One is wrapped around your throat, letters of Ari's name written on each bony knuckle. Two fingers of the other hand are pushed in your tattooed version's mouth.
Ari bounces one of his legs and you know that it's a sign for you. You slip between the table and the couch and sit down in Ari's lap.
His arm moves from the backrest to curl around your back. You lean into him, resting your side against his chest. With your fingers you play with the chain around his neck, distracting yourself from the scene unfolding.
They ask the man something. Their voices are steady, but deadly serious. The man sounds pitched, stuttering. Others would laugh at him for such ��unmanly” reaction, but you understand that core-deep terror and how the scrutiny of the two bikers turns you into a pathetic mess.
You tune out whatever they're saying. You don't want to hear the begging for mercy, because you know it won't come.
Ari and Curtis share a look. A silent agreement passing between them.
Some people make the mistake of assuming that Ari is the leader and Curtis his main enforcer. That couldn't be farther from the truth.
They both rule. Equally. Each decision is unanimous.
It just so happens that Ari often takes the talking part and Curtis the executioner’s.
It’s Curtis who moves now, too. Extremely fast for his massive body. His hand curls around the man's throat, squeezing it hard. Not just in warning. He drags the flailing man away, just by holding him by the neck.
You don't watch where he's being taken, nor who takes over. You don't want to see. Besides, Ari commands your attention.
He grips your hips and in a swift move has you straddling him. One hand moves up, to cup your chin, while he slides the other hand over his tattoo of ownership and under your dress.
He brings your face closer, with a swipe of his tongue coaxing your lips to part wider. When he kisses you, you melt into him all pliant. Your own tongue gives a little kitten lick, which you know Ari really likes.
He probes further between your thighs, tattooed fingers touching your bare folds.
“No panties, little lamb?” Ari’s breath tickles your lips. His voice is sweet and tempting like molasses, but also deceptive and suffocating like a tar.
“Is it because you’re a good girl, or a bad girl?” he chuckles, spreading you at the seam.
A moan rolls out on your tongue as his fingers expertly draw out your wetness. It was your doom from the very beginning, how easily both of them played your body, despite your emotional state being far from turned on. But they taught you to crave it. Got you addicted to their touch, to the teasing, as well to the merciless fucking.
“Both,” you roll your hips against Ari’s hand.
“Duality of a woman,” he chuckles, nipping your chin. The hand cupping your face drifts lower, his tattooed fingers curling around the front of your neck. “But you’re going to take the good girl route, lamb,” Ari hisses, clenching his fingers tighter.
With his grip around your throat, he pushes you backwards. Your back rests on his legs, head bowed backwards, almost touching the coffee table.
His fingers keep circling your clit, then dipping lower to gather your slick and rub it all over your folds. When he pushes a single digit in, your walls resist at first. But Ari’s an unyielding beast, forcing you open and making you keen.
There are people around, you’re aware of them. No protests, however, would stop either Ari or Curtis from taking what they want. When they want. Wherever they want. Humiliation simmers beneath your skin, but it’s buried deeper than arousal that Ari ignites.
There’s also a certain comfort, because while he displays your body publicly, it’s for his and Curtis’ eyes only. Nobody would dare watch you.
Your back arches as Ari thrusts a second finger along with his middle one. You stretch your arms above your head, fingers gripping the edge of the coffee table. His hand slides from your throat across your chest and down your belly, until it settles on your hip to help hold you in place.
He fucks you with his fingers long enough to have you dripping onto his lap, your core clenching as he rubs your swollen nub with his thumb.
But then he withdraws with an obscene squelch, which thankfully gets lots in the sexy beat filling the club.
Ari unzips his jeans, giving his thick cock a few strokes, smearing your slick all over. Both hands gripping your hips, he yanks you closer and spears your cunt in one stroke.
Your scream of his name makes him grin. Lips curling in a triumphant, sinister smirk, Ari moves your body to meet his thrusts. He loves the way your body just gives in to whatever he wants to do to you. And the remnants of resistance taste so delicious when he breaks through them.
“That’s it, lamb.” He taunts when your pussy tightens around him.
With you bowed back, your hips arched, his cock gets to ram into that sweet spot that turns you into a messy slut. Over and over again.
Your nipples poke through the fabric of your dress, your mouth falls open, spluttering incoherent sounds and mewls. You make a beautiful, ruined view. Though no, not yet ruined enough. But they will work on that.
Ari’s gaze travels from your bouncing breasts, nearly spilling out of your dress, down to where your puffy folds hug his cock. Glistening, pink tightness that stretches around his intrusion.
Their perfect pussy.
“Go on. Come all over my cock, like a good girl,” he speeds up his pace slightly, thumbs rubbing back and forth along the junctures of your thighs.
You fall over the edge with a helpless cry, pleasure rolling through you in heated waves. And it goes on as Ari continues to fuck you through it. He starts pulling you to him harder. Hungrier. Burying his cock to the hilt, your wetness smearing over his jeans. Rough edge of the zipper bites into your skin each time your buttocks press into his pelvis.
A silhouette appears above you. A dark, threatening shape against the strobe lights.
Curtis’ head tilts to the side as he looks down at you. He holds a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, which he brings to his lips. He takes a sip, watching you writhe in pleasure.
He dips two of his fingers in the amber liquid before bending down to slide them between your parted lips. Spicy flavor trickles down your throat. Your tongue struggles against the pressure of digits, which Curtis keeps pressing against it.
He feels your saliva pooling around his fingers. Though the music in the club drowns out the sound, he feels your gurgling as you’re kept on that edge between choking and freedom.
After a beat he pulls back and sits on the sofa beside Ari. A part of you wants to look his way and assess what torment he’s brewing for you, but you fear to know. Also the pleasure Ari keeps stoking is too distracting to focus on anything else.
Until calloused fingers circle your swollen clit with purpose.
You’re not so out of it yet to not know it’s Curtis' hand. Ari’s are clamped on your hips, moving you like a ragdoll.
He draws tight circles. Slow ones, then a few faster, then slow again. You whine, jerking in Ari’s iron grip. His low laugh indicates he won’t be coming to your aid; not when your sensitive nub being played with provides him so much pleasure, because your cunt tightens anew.
Curtis’ touch disappears for a second. Only to come back with heavy torment.
His palm lands a smack on your clit, causing you to cry out.
Your thighs tremble, muscles tensing as instinct urges you to close them and protect yourself from the torment. But you’re spread open, Ari’s body nestled between your thighs and holding them open.
Curtis slaps your clit again and your body bows. One of your arms reaches down, trying to shield yourself. Strong fingers cage your wrist.
“Don’t even try it, lamb.” Curtis leans forward and growls; he clenches his fingers on your wrist. “Keep your hands away from our pussy.”
With a whine, you stretch your arm above your head. Your wrist pulses with pain.
Curtis’ palm pats your mound. His fingers dive back to your clit, drawing wicked eights that contrast with the steady, rough pounding Ari continues.
“You may squirm and cry, lamb,” Curtis teases, “but you’re going to cum from having your clit spanked. And you’re going to cream all over Ari’s cock, like a good little slut.”
Five more swats deliver his prediction.
Your whole body seems to lock in a spasm, your very fingertips turn numb. Ari groans a curse as your pussy tightens like a vise, your silky walls clinging to him desperately. Despite the tightness, there’s so much wetness leaking around his cock and onto his lap.
Your temples are wet, too; tears streaming along with your smudged mascara.
As your orgasm continues to roll, your cunt finally eases some of the tension. But the aftershocks have your walls rhythmically pulsing, which turns out to be enough to stimulate Ari’s cock.
It twitches inside of you and your pussy clenches in response. Ari moans, digging his fingers into your skin and jerking his hips. Hot, thick ropes of cum fill you.
They keep you tipped back until the last drop of his spend pours into you. When they finally pull you up and Ari’s cock slips out, you know to clench as hard as you can, to spill as little of his cum as possible.
Ari swallows your ragged breath, taking your mouth in gentler possession than he’s taken your body. Your clasped hands rest against his chest and you lean in sweetly, with a little needy mewl. He gives you that softer kiss you’re pleading for.
They arrange you, spreading you on both of their laps. Your lower half rests on Ari’s thighs, his big hands slowly rubbing warmth into your calves and up your thighs. Your upper body rests in Curtis’ lap, head tipped on his thigh.
You look up at him; his cold, blue eyes holding your gaze.
Once again he dips his fingers into whiskey and brings them to your lips. You suckle obediently.
On the third pass, Curtis presses his fingers deeper and holds them. On the fourth, he not only pushes them against your tongue, but hooks down so that your jaw opens wider.
He spits into your mouth.
When he withdraws his fingers, you swallow without prompting. Some responses they have conditioned into you.
Ari’s hand slides between your thighs and up. His fingers dip into the sticky mess pooling between your folds, despite your attempts at holding it in. You can’t stifle the moan that spills as he pushes two fingers into your aching hole. But that sound cuts short when Curtis’ whiskey-soaked fingers fill your mouth again.
Three this time. Forced to the back of your throat, making you gag.
Curtis holds them in, until your eyes tear up. Then starts fucking your mouth slowly, but always deep, always making you choke.
Ari curls his fingers, but doesn’t move. Just wiggles them slightly, driving you mad with the teasing so close to your g-spot.
Your saliva coats Curtis’ fingers, strings of spit smearing on your chin each time he withdraws before forcing his hand back in. He pries your mouth open, tugging your tongue out. Rubbing the pads of his fingers against your tongue, he spits into your mouth again.
You keep your mouth open, tongue sticking out, when Curtis moves his hand away. He didn’t tell you to close your lips and the jangle of the belt buckle suggests he’d be ordering to open it again, anyway. Tip of his cock brushes your cheek when Curtis takes it out. He grips the base in one hand; his other slips to the back of your head.
You turn your head as he guides you, tongue flicking against the veiny underside of cock that fills your mouth.
It’s more difficult to take a lot of him in this position, on your side, with your cheek pressed against the harsh fabric of his black jeans. Curtis forces it anyway, careless of the choking sounds you make.
Using his hold on your hair, he starts moving your head. Steady, but always uncomfortably far; causing your body to tense as gag reflex kicks in too hard.
“Want her to come, while she’s sucking you?” Ari asks, wiggling his fingers in your tight channel. They both laugh when you moan at the stimulation.
“Not yet.” Curtis shakes his head. His gaze drifts down to you as he holds your head in place. “She’s going to warm my cock while I make some calls. And wait for her reward like a good girl. Right lamb?” He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.
Everything is pulsing - from the changing beat reverberating through the walls of the club; the buzz of the gang members going across the VIP floor this and that way; the throbbing of Curtis cock in your mouth; to your clit demanding attention.
Like he said, Curtis holds two phone calls. Each long and detailed, though you’re sure it’s not because he needed all that information. He wanted you to suffer. Ari’s fingers keep moving. Constantly. But too light, too slow, not deep enough. Yet he has you dripping all over his hand; which he keeps angled in a way that deprives your clit of any stimulation.
Your whole body rouses to attention, almost giddy, when Curtis finally ends the call and tosses his phone to the side.
He looks down at you and grins; as beautiful as sinister looking.
He traces his fingers along your cheek, with deceiving tenderness. It’s gone in a blink of an eye. He fists your hair and pulls you down on him, at the same time thrusting his hips up.
Along with him, Ari starts fucking you with his fingers.
You’re gagging each time Curtis makes your nose press against the fabric of his jeans. Sloppy, gurgling noises of your mouth moving along dick match the lewd sound of squelching as Ari’s fingers push in and out of your pussy.
Though there’s relentless build-up, your orgasm hits unexpectedly, as if forced by one particular thrust. Your body tensens like a string, toes curling. You twist to the side as much as they’ll allow you, digging your fingers into Curtis’ ribs. Your moans vibrate around his cock, making his hips jerk into you sharply.
He slides even deeper and your lungs constrict from lack of air. Tears stream down your cheeks. Your throat closes around intrusion, causing Curtis to grunt in peak pleasure.
When salty warmth spills suddenly down your throat, your vision goes black for a few seconds.
Your breath returns in a sharp intake, a small coughing fit following when Curtis mercifully rolls your head away. His cock is still throbbing, spurting ropes of cum into your mouth and across your face.
He slides the tip into your mouth again and you close your lips around it, hollow your cheeks and suck the last drops.
Ari’s hand retreats from between your thighs. He licks his fingers clean, savoring the flavor of your combined spend. When he reaches for his own glass of whiskey it’s not to chase away the taste.
Curtis downs the rest of his drink, too, before tucking himself back into his pants. He unties the skull-printed bandana from around his neck and uses it to clean your face.
They help you up into a sitting position, keeping you between them. Ari brings his glass to your lips, giving you a sip. You grimace. You were never a fan of whiskey, but what’s worse is that spicy booze doesn’t help the burning in your mouth and throat. But then Ari’s scooping a half-melted ice cube from the tumbler and slips it between your lips. You hum appreciatively as the cold water soothes your used throat.
You stay curled between them for a few more minutes. They’re not touchy, definitely not cuddlers; but they remain close to you. Their warmth keeps you anchored. When they put you on your feet some time later, you stumble slightly. It wasn’t the hardest fucking they ever subjected you to, but you’re tired nonetheless.
You slide your arms into the sleeves of Curtis’ black leather jacket when he offers it to you. It’s soaked in his scent and so warm.
You bury your nose in the collar of the jacket as you sit in the backseat of the car when Max takes you back to the penthouse. The city may be shiny with lights and neons, but the darkness holding it in its grasp is undeniable. And the grim reapers behind that darkness are gliding the streets with a roar.
On their motorcycles, Ari and Curtis flank the car you’re in. Escorting you back to your forever prison.
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I'm gonna let myself seriously indulge on this one.
Reader is Tall and Plus Size woman.
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Language, Size shaming
Part 2
Every time you went out with your friends you felt like you were babysitting a bunch of toddlers. They would whine for another bottle, swear they weren't tired, and get angry when you suggested it was time to go home.
You're certain the only reason they ask you to go with them is because you're always the designated driver and your size could scare away some of the seedier guys trying to get with them. You know the reason you keep going out with them is to keep them safe. You'd genuinely feel awful if something happened to them the one time you said you weren't going to go out with them.
Elena had found a new dive bar for everyone to try. The place, named Snowpiercer, gave you bad vibes from the start but your friends were wanting to try to find a place the group could become regulars at. That meant every place deserved a chance.
You were actually heartened to see the motorcycles outside the bar. Bikers may have a mean reputation but they have rules, especially towards women and children. Hopefully, if your friends do something stupid, that'll save them without you having to endure another asshole calling you "a fat she-hulk" or "the ogre Fiona".
You all line up at the bar to order. As expected the place didn't have the best assortment of drinks but you'd let your friends work through that. You were just happy to find out they did serve food. You swear that greasy bar burgers are some of the best tasting in the world.
Tanya, the woman behind the bar, seemed ready for your group to become annoying, belligerent drunks. Her smile widened when you ordered a soda, telling her, "designated driver," by way of explanation.
"Well then that soda is on the house," she replied. "We like to reward people who look out for others."
"Thank you," you smile back. She yells out your food order to someone in the back named Andrew.
Everyone gets their drink and sits at the table (you can't fit into the booths with your long legs). This is the part of the outings you actually do enjoy: catching up, discussing struggles, congratulating wins. Most nights it makes the several hours of wrangling exhausted toddlers worthwhile.
As the designated driver it was also up to you to get everyone's food and drink from the bar. This was yet another safety measure since some of the places you went to were so crowded anyone else would get lost in the crowd and never return with the beer and nachos. As you thank Tanya for another round the door opens and a line of, what you assume to be, bikers pour in. Not wanting to be in their way you quickly duck back to your friends.
The last person to enter catches your eye. You're not used to seeing other people your size or bigger. He's at least as big as you, but with muscle instead of pudge, like yourself. He's got a nice beard, piercing blue eyes and a grumpy look.
As the bikers get their orders they start to fill in the tables and booths around the place and the bar really comes to life. Your initial concerns are gone and you really feel like this place could be comfortable. You're still going back and forth between Tanya and your table. Still on the lookout for the usual skeevy characters that hit on drunk women. Still trying your damnedest to not get into anyone's space.
It's only because you're on alert that you notice the big and tall guy looking your way more than once. It makes you feel more awkward than you know you are. You may be big and tall but you're surefooted, especially in crowds. You have your own gracefulness but he's making you feel like it's more ridiculous than you think.
Another couple of hours pass and your friends have fully reached the level of drunk that requires adult supervision. Some of the other patrons seem to take notice and pick up on the leering looks. Every time they get caught looking you give them your “don’t fuck with us” look. It’s pretty effective. You’re not a fighter but you can definitely look the part.
Unfortunately, it’s not 100% effective. You come back with another round and a guy has intercepted Mason on her way back from the bathroom. You set the drinks down and walk towards them. She sees you and gives you a look that says, “please help me.”
“She’s not interested,” you tell him. “Please leave her alone.”
He turns and looks up at you, “the fuck you know about what she wants?”
“I’m her friend,” you reply. “Please leave her alone.”
He laughs, “ain’t nobody friends with a fucking sasquatch like you!”
“Sasquatch,” you contemplate. “Not the usual I get called. I’ll give you credit for creativity. But the woman is here with me and a few friends. Leave her alone.” You grab Mason’s hand and pull her around the guy, getting her behind you.
You can’t look away from him lest he take that as an attack of opportunity, so you miss that the big and tall guy is walking towards the both of you.
“Fucking cunt,” the guy booms. “Just tryin’ to have a little fun! Such a bitch! Can’t get laid so she doesn’t let anyone else get any!”
“Egg-head!” A deep voice booms from behind you. “Leave the ladies alone and I won’t tell Gilliam about your skimming.”
The man angrily mumbles, “yes, Curtis,” and shuffles off back to his small group.
You turn around and see that Curtis is the big and tall man who’s been watching you. “Thank you for the help,” you nod in appreciation.
“Shouldn’t have needed to help,” he grumbles. “Curtis,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake his hand and give your name in return. His hands are strong and heavily calloused.
He watches you go and settle the tab for your group, being incredibly polite to Tanya. You know that with Mason being scared like that, all the girls are going to go into support and comfort mode which means it’s time to go home.
He’s been watching you all night, even when you didn’t notice. He watched you being kind to Tanya and Andrew. He watched you move gracefully between the drunkards. He watched you look after your friends. He watched you protect them.
As he watches you drive away he motions to Edgar, “have someone follow her. I want to know everything we can about her.”
“You think she’s the one,” Edgar questions.
“Yeah,” Curtis nods. “She’s the one.”
Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would!
Part 2
#zombie asks#curtis everett#curtis everett x tall!reader#curtis everett x plus size!reader#x tall reader#big & tall reader#biker!curtis everett
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I have another request for your celebration please.
Curtis Everett, Biker au,
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
Okay so you might not have been expecting smut with this but.... this kinda got away from me... what can I say Curtis Everett does things to me...
An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader
Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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An Angel with a Darkside
You bit your lip, chin resting in your palm as you leaned against the counter in your cafe. There were many things you could be doing right now, like restocking the pastries and wiping down tables but your attention was solely on the group of bikers across the road.
For many people owning a cafe opposite a bar that was the go-to haunt for the local biker gang would be a dealbreaker. But you loved it solely because it gave you unlimited access to gaze at them all day, especially at one biker in particular.
Curtis ‘the axe’ Everett.
His buzzcut hair, rippling muscles, stern expression and icy blue eyes could make anyone nervous to be in his presence, but to you, it was your kryptonite and made you weak at the knees. After a month of gazing at him, daydreaming about him, you thought you were actually dreaming when he walked into the cafe one day.
You swallowed nervously as he walked up to the counter, his leather jacket making his biceps look inhumanly large “Hi, what can I get for you?” You smiled hoping you didn’t look too lovesick as you gazed up at him.
The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips “Just a black coffee thanks, to go” he nodded.
“Sure not a problem” you smiled quickly turning your back on him to make his order, you weren’t sure if it was the fact that you couldn’t see him but a wave of confidence crashed over you “Do you want a little Irish added to your coffee?”
“I didn’t realise cafes stocked whiskey” he commented as you finished making his drink and turned back around to face him.
“We don’t but I can make sure I have it for next time” You smirked and the smile that was playing at his lips grew “Can I get you anything else?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Well you can never go wrong with a chocolate croissant, they’re handmade,” you said nodding to the display of croissants.
“I’ll take one of those too then”
“Coming right up” you smiled quickly packing one away into a to-go bag “That’ll be eight dollars please”
Curtis placed 10 dollars on the counter and picked up his coffee to take a sip “Just what I needed, keep the change angel” he winked as he grabbed his croissant and walked out of the cafe.
You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched him go, eyes focused on his perfect ass. So much so that it was only when he was out of view that you spotted he’d left the sleeve of his to-go cup on the counter and it was only when you picked it up that you realised he scribbled his number onto it.
Fast forward 3 months and the two of you were officially dating and it had been amazing. You didn’t care about his tough and rough exterior, if anything it was a major turn-on for you. Curtis could also be incredibly sweet behind those frowns and grunts. Whenever he took you to bed he worshipped you, his rough hand gliding gently over your skin, it was amazing.
But…
You wanted more, needed more. Yes, he had given you some of the best orgasms of your entire life with the smooth and gentle lovemaking, but what really got you going was watching him being tough, commanding and dominating. You wanted him to dominate you.
You weren’t sure exactly how to ask him to bring that side of himself into the bedroom though. But after watching him holding someone up by the collar of their jacket you couldn’t wait any longer and set a plan in motion.
You and Curtis already had a plan to meet up this evening, Curtis coming over to your apartment for dinner and a good time, but instead of meeting him downstairs in your cafe you left a note telling him to meet you upstairs.
Which is exactly where you waited for him, dressed in black lingerie which left absolutely nothing to the imagination made from nothing but small straps of black material. The marble kitchen counter cool against your bare skin as you perched invitingly on the edge.
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you heard Curtis’ heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, but as soon as he set his eyes on you and you saw them darken you knew you were in for a good night.
Curtis silently walked over to you, his icy blue eyes devouring your entire body. He said nothing as he reached out and ran his finger underneath one of the straps, his knuckle brushing over your exposed sensitive peak.
The corner of his lips tugged upwards when you shivered at his touch “What is all this?”
You leaned forward to run your hands over the shoulders of his leather jacket “I love it when you worship me but… watching you today…” you said taking a deep breath as your gaze met his “Being so… dominant…”
The lopsided grin on Curtis’ face grew “You want that hm?” he hummed, his hand moving to cup the underside of your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.
“So much” you breathed out.
A flash of worry passed over Curtis’ face “I don’t want to hurt you” he muttered, eyes dropping.
You cupped his cheek to return his gaze to yours “You won’t” you said before smirking “I’m tougher than I look”
Curtis chuckled shaking his head, his gaze finally falling to the selection of toys you had left out around you “Where have you been hiding all these?” he said as he reached out and picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs.
You shrugged innocently “Just next to all my deepest darkest secrets” you winked.
Curtis chuckled again as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of you “We should have a safe word Angel”
You nodded “How about… croissant?” you smirked recalling the first time you met.
Curtis gave you a wicked grin as he nodded “Okay, now lie back angel, hands above your head”
You were buzzing with anticipation as you did what he said, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of your kitchen sink behind you. You heard Curtis move around the island before his hands took yours and the handcuffs were placed around your wrists, securing you in place using the kitchen faucet.
He walked back around to where your legs hug off the edge of the counter, pulling you closer to the edge “I recall our plans to have dinner tonight” he said, pulling aside the thin straps that covered your core “but I guess I’m the only one eating tonight”
You bit your lips as you felt his breath ghost over you, but it did nothing to stop the moan that broke free when Curtis dove in. Usually Curtis took his time, would gently work you up before diving in but he wasn’t holding himself back. Your legs clamped around his head, his beard burning against your thighs. His hands moved to grip your thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them, his grip so tight it was sure to leave a mark.
Your back ached against the counter, the metal of your handcuffs clinking against the faucet. This unrestrained animal was just what you wanted and more. You tried to hold yourself back so this moment would last forever but you came harder and faster than you ever have before, practically screaming his name.
You watched with hooded eyes as he rose back up to his full height, in the low light of your kitchen you could see your essence glistening on his beard. He licked his lips before he leaned over to press wet kisses up your body.
“I know you’re in charge but I have a suggestion” you muttered in between deep breaths.
You felt Curtis smirk against your skin, his eyebrow arched as he glanced up at you “Oh really? And what is it?”
You smirked back at him “Unlock these and you’ll find out” you said tugging on the handcuffs.
Curtis didn’t say anything as he rounded the counter once more and freed you from the handcuffs. As he walked back around you pushed yourself off of the counter, turning around and bending over. You saw the wolfish grin on Curtis’ face as he moved to stand behind you.
“Oh” he muttered in surprise, in all the time you knew him you’d never heard him sound so surprised “What is this?” he asked, his voice dropping.
You knew exactly what he meant as he touched the gem-encrusted butt plug that you had already inserted before his arrival, his touch making you clench around the cool metal “I thought it would be wise to prepare myself” you said glancing over your shoulder at him.
His eyes met yours, eyes that were now so dark you couldn’t see the icy blue anymore “You’re not the person I thought you were” he hummed.
“Oh really?” you smirked.
Curtis shook his head “You’re so much better… my sweet little angel has a dark side”
“And I’m all yours” you said pushing your ass out towards him.
Curtis let out a dark chuckle as he leant down to press a kiss to your shoulder “Remember our safe word?” he asked, you hummed and nodded your head “Good because you might need it”
You bit your lip in anticipation as your listened to him unbuckle his jeans. You gasped when you felt him run himself up and down your soaked folds your breath hitching when you felt him press inside you. Except it wasn’t him, he’d grabbed one of your larger vibrators and was using that instead.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready angel, I’m guessing this is your first time” he hummed as he turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting.
You whimpered at the sensation of being so full as you nodded your head in answer. Your whimper then turned into a whine as you felt Curtis pull the plug from you, your body mourning the loss of sensation. Curtis shushed you quietly as he ran his hands over your ass, one hand moved to your core collecting your juices before returning to your ass, his fingertip swirling against your rosebud.
“Relax” Curtis instructed as he slowly teased your hole and your body instantly responded to his command “Good girl,” he said as he pressed his finger further into you.
You could only moan his name as you rutted back against him desperate for more, but Curtis took his time with you, opening you up before he added another finger. When you began to beg for more he responded not by adding more, but by turning up the intensity of the vibrator.
“That’s it, I want to feel you come one more time, make sure you're thoroughly ready for me,” Curtis said as he pressed a kiss to your spine.
Your toes curled as you felt another orgasm crash over you, harder than the one before. If it wasn’t for the countertop beneath you, you would have sagged completely to the floor.
It was while you were coming down from that high that Curtis got himself ready, your body instantly responding when he pressed his tip to your hole. He pressed himself inside slowly, letting you open up for him in your own time. He was only halfway in when it felt like you couldn’t take anymore, you were already too full with him and the vibrator.
“You can do it angel, just a little more” Curtis gently coaxed.
Your body relaxed some more as he slowly thrust into you until he was fully seated inside you. The both of you pausing to just enjoy the sensation.
“Fuck you feel so good” Curtis ground out between heavy breaths.
You could only moan in response, all coherent thoughts gone from your brain, all that was left was the euphoria you were feeling, how good it felt to be so full.
“How do you want this?” Curtis then asked, his hands running gently across your back.
“All” was the only thing you were able to say, you wanted it all.
Curtis thankfully understood exactly what you meant as he began to thrust into you with no restraint. You instantly began chanting his name with every thrust, understanding that this was the true meaning behind the phrase ‘fucking your brains out’.
It was a miracle that you hung on for as long as you did, your peak dangerously close from the moment he entered you. But when he reached beneath you to turn your vibrator on to his highest setting you completely lost it, screaming his name as you came around him, screaming so loud you were certain the people across the street could hear you. Curtis followed swiftly behind you, spilling himself inside you, cum leaking out.
The both of you took a moment to recover before Curtis pulled himself and the vibrator from you, making you whine at the breath of emptiness you felt. Curtis then gently helped you stand back up, hooking his arm beneath you and lifting you up when your knees went weak.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he carried you from the kitchen and into your bedroom, gently setting you down on the soft mattress. He went to then step away but you grabbed his wrist.
“Thank you” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.
Curtis gave you a soft grin as he bent down to kiss you softly “No, thank you” he murmured “Now relax while I clean you up and look after you like the angel you are”
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#niamhwrites#Curtis Everett#biker au#Biker!Curtis#Curtis everett x you#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett x y/n#chris evans
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List of my WIPs
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Thanksss for tagging me~ @mercurial-chuckles & @stellar-solar-flare
Man, im not joking, i have way too many WIP's but here are a few that i'm either genuinely working on/publishing/intentions to write:
If You Could, You Would (If I Could, I Would) [Series] - <Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!OFC>
Red [Series] - <Captain America/Steve Rogers x Mutant!OFC>
Lessons in Power [One-shot] - <Tutor!SoftDom!Steve Rogers x Tutee!F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered ➡ Lil smol snippet 😏
Inked Corruption [One-shot] - <TattooArtist!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered
Old Bonds, New Beginnings [Mini-Series; 1/2] - <Biker!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡Part 2 lil smol snippet 🩹 ➡Headcanon prompt about Biker!Ari's character
At Your Service [TBD] - <HotelConcierge!Ari Levinson x HotelGuest!F!Reader>
Demon's Devotion [TBD] - <SoftDemon!Lloyd Hansen x HunterF!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered
Under the Ivy [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Professor!Andy Barber x Student!F!Reader>
Sapphire Serenade [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <BandMember!Curtis Everett x LeadSinger!F!Reader>
From Rags to Riches [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <Angry!SoftDaddy!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader>
Romance and Reason [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Teacher!Frank Adler x Teacher!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered
I definitely want to add the WIP's for Johnny Storm. But also, for other fandoms like Henry Cavill and Charlie Hunnam. BUUUT, lemme also quit while I'm ahead 😅
NPT (apologies if you were already tagged bb's):
@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @books-and-autumn-leaves @imaginedisish @misscherry-26
@caplanbuckybarnes @sparkledfirecracker
but anyone that wasn't tagged, feel free to join in :)
Tag list: @patzammit @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters
#steviebbboi answers#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans imagines#chris evans characters#steve rogers#andy barber#lloyd hansen#curtis everett#frank adler#ari levinson#steviebbboi WIP#mels WIP#signal boost
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Thank you so much for the tag @nickfowlerrr !!
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Here are all of the WIPs that actually have a shape and form, please ask away about anything!! Most of them lean dark but who knows.
Natural Disasters - Tyler Owens x Ex! Reader
One and Only - Jake Seresin x Reader (dark)
Vacation Mode -Bucky Barnes x Reader
Something Sweet part 2
Bad Bosses AU - Obsessive Boss Steve Rogers x Reader, Lawyer Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant Reader
Demonology -Incubus Bucky Barnes x Reader
I Put A Spell On You - Steve Rogers x Reader
Impractical Magic - Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader
Welcome To Westview -Bucky Barnes x Reader
Deep, Dark and Dangerous - dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Biker Bucky AU
Hot To Go! - Carmy Berzatto x Reader
Hungry Heart -angsty!Carmy Berzatto x Childhood friend!Reader
Childhood Bully trope with Curtis Everett
How To Be A Good Wife -multi-characters suburbia/disturbia AU
some no pressure tags: @targaryenvampireslayer @navybrat817 @foxgloveprincess @shamrockqueen @bucky-bucket-barnes @thotski @ddejavvu @latetotheparty89-blog @angrythingstarlight @sunflowersteves
#wip game#my wips#tagged <3#bucky barnes x reader#marvel fanfiction#send asks#asks open#tyler owens x reader#jake seresin x reader#steve rogers x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#agatha harkness x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#curtis everett
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Stardust Reblog Challenge - December
Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.
12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx
12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie
12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside
12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns
12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420
12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81
12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass
12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel
12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive
12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage
The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle
12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes
12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape
Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes
12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose
12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie
12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch
Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter
12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel
12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up
12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess
12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore
#navy's fic recs#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#dbf!steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#dark!steve rogers x reader#curtis everett x reader#dbf!curtis everett x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x dark!reader#terry the terrific x reader#dark!terry the terrific x reader#jake jensen x reader#andy barber x reader#hal carter x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#lee bodecker x reader#dark!lee bodecker x reader
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Headcanon for Curtis and mousey: mousey likes to steal his sweatpants. They're so comfy and cozy and warm and she likes the cut of them. One time Curtis tried to get her her own pair but she got offended and wouldn't talk to him till he apologized
He knew before he had even stepped foot into the house from the garage, that he’d find you wearing his sweats. It had become so nomenclature that he didn’t bat an eye anymore, rather he wondered if it was the comfort you wanted or the scent of him.
Trying to gauge as best as he could, Curtis had took a few hours out of the house after finding you yet again stealing all his sweats to buy you your own. He had gotten one in every available colour with no shortage of comfort detailed in the sweats, almost identical to his own.
He wanted his sexy little mousey thief to be comfortable anytime you could be. It was an effort made on his part that he expected to go over well.
“What is this?” You questioned the stacks of sweats, folded still from the store, but laying on the bed in piles.
“Sweats, baby. You don’t have to steal mine.” Curtis kissed the top of your head in passing,’only getting a few feet before a record scratching, nails of a chalkboard echoed in the room, and grinding of two metal plates made him stop in his place.
“Sweats,” Curtis looked over his shoulder to catch the expression on your face, gears grinding in his head as an expectation he had anticipated had come to pass, “so I won’t steal yours?”
Curtis had ever seen a look of such adorable crossness, he had never seen someone whose face was contorted with anger and irritation yet still look absolutely stunning. He’d never quite witnessed the absolute terror you could unleash on himself and his house, save for the incident where you scolded his gang members, but today he was obtusely aware of your power.
“Mousey-” Curtis had already stated to backtrack when you moved.
You had turned on your heel and walked toward the bedroom door, neither rushed nor angrily stalking from the room like he was expecting. Rather your hair was calm, cool and collected, and truly that made Curtis more apprehensive. He watched you, he listened to the door opening and shutting with a soft click, and then he looked back at the sweats in dire confusion.
“What the fuck?” Curtis whispered under his breath before he gathered the sweats and started to put them away in your dressers.
He knew you liked stealing his sweats, he knew that they drowned you out but you still wanted them. You still lounged around in the soft material, almost as if the sweats were as claiming of Curtis as they were you.
“Mousey, you keep me on my toes.” Curtis shook his head and left the bedroom, continuing on his daily tasks as normal.
Until dinner, when he was face to face with Mousey and the sweats debacle.
“Baby what do you want for dinner?” Curtis entered the kitchen with phone in hand to call for takeout, waiting a moment and then lifting his head when he was met with silence.
“Mousey-”
“Mama’s ignoring you, daddy.” James piped up from the table, his smile cute and his eyes bright. “Mama won’t talk to you until you apologize.”
“Apologize? For the fuck what?”
“Daddy said a bad word! Mama! Daddy said a bad woooooord!” Theo chimed with glee, poignantly trying to get you to crack, eager to play this game.
“You’re gonna ignore me? Really, sweetheart?” Curtis drew closer to you, keeping himself on the other side of the island, and then leaned forward on his elbows. “You know I can play the long game, baby. All fucking night long.”
Silence met him.
“You want me to stop swearing? Tell me right fucking-” he winced and hissed as you flicked him in the forehead as retaliation, a smirk playing on your lips. “I’m not apologizing, and since you won’t tell me what you want for dinner then I’m leaving it up to the boys.”
His chance to make you crumble failed. The boys chose everything they wanted without you blinking an eye, and as dinner had come and gone you’d stuck to your silence. You are in silence while Curtis watched you, James cheered you on and Theo tried to get you to crack, and the 25 pairs (or so) of sweats sat tucked away.
“They’re sweats, Mousey. You can’t keep stealing my clothes.” Curtis was not going to crack. He wanted going to bend.
He wanted to see how long you could go.
“You know I’m hungry for some cream. Mousey if you don’t want me to-” Curtis had just as soon dropped to his knees when you’d pushed his shoulder with your foot, putting enough pressure into the move to send him away from you.
“Fuck!” Curtis growled as he stood, hastily ripping layers off him. “You won’t talk to me and now you won’t let me eat you out? Mousey! Your pussy need my lips and you’re being a cruel girl.”
He rest his hands on the bed beside your hips and leaned in, his eyes darkened with lust and hunger. His tongue wet his lips and he briefly searched your face before he huffed.
“Fuck! Fine!” Curtis leaned in and kissed you passionately, his hunger radiating toward you. “I’m sorry, steal all my clothes. Take everything. Take it all.”
He pulled away to see your shit-eating grin as you claimed victory.
“I knew you’d cave.” Your voice was music to his ears and you added to the moment by spreading your legs and inviting him in.
“You’re letting me eat you out, don’t be mean to your pussy.” Curtis dropped to his knees and hooked his hands around your thighs to yank you closer. “I’m donating those sweats to the women’s shelter, since you won’t take them.”
“I don’t need them, I have yours.”
#biker!curtis everett x reader#biker!Curtis Everett x nanny!Reader#nanny!reader#biker!Curtis Everet#Curtis everett x nanny!Reader#Curtis everett x Mousey#mousey#Curtis everett & Mousey#a permanent claim series
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Curtis Everett Masterlist
The Sacred Hunt Masterlist
summary: Traditions were sacred. You were always vehement in seeing to that. But you never considered that at some point you may become a core part of one of your people’s traditions.
warnings: sliiight dub-con (not really, but just to be sure); chase kink of sorts; arranged relationship (kinda); exp**cit se*ual content; loss of vir-g-i-n-ity;
Ruby Deux Masterlist
Dom!Bucky Barnes x submissive reader x Dom!Curtis Everett
summary: It was always hard for any partner of yours to accept that though you were sweet and nurturing, and soft all around, you had desires that were anything like it. Tenderness and gentle love making rarely worked for you, as your mind always flew away to fantasies of being chased and forced and taken in most primal ways. You knew the community of Ruby Garden won’t be judgmental of your desires and you hoped to find a play partner who would match with at least a dose of it. You never expected to find yourself trapped between two beefy men, who make your fantasies seem bland compared to the reality of primal, raw way they take you.
warnings: D/s dynamic; power imabalnce; primal kink; chase kink; DPing;
No such thing as finality
vampire!Curtis Everett x reader; Dracula!Curtis Everett x reader
summary: When Curtis returns to his newly acquired mansion in London, he’s greeted by an unexpected sight…
warnings: angst; so so much angst; and feels; dark-ish; a bit of blood (there are vampires in this story, after all); mention of death;
Restoring balance
Curtis Everett x female reader
summary: To survive in the apocalyptic cold world you have to barter. Curtis is just in his offers, but he also takes a bonus. In flesh.
warnings: dystopian world; harsh conditions; mostly consensual (sliiightly dub-con due to apocalyptic circumstances forcing you to accept certain deals); size kink; breeding kink (obviously);
Goldi locked
Ari Levinson x Curtis Everett x female reader x Steve Rogers
summary: You wanted a big change to happen in your life, but not exactly in the way stumbling upon that cabin in the woods has made it. The three lumberjacks living there were very helpful and kind. But they didn’t let you go your own way after saving you. Now you were theirs.
warnings: this is pure filth; one of the filthiest kind; dub-con; soft!dark Ari; soft!dark Curtis; soft!dark Steve; smut; a/b/o; breeding; knotting; spitroasting; anal play; dirty talk; praise and a bit of degradation;
Gasoline
dark biker!Ari Levinson x female reader x dark biker!Curtis Everett
summary: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It sure was true for you. An attempt at saving someone led to you being taken into the pits of darkness. And the devils own you now.
warnings: dub-con; power imbalance; possessiveness; threats; sex in public; unprotected sex; cockwarming; oral (m receiving); mention of oral (f receiving); fingering; pussy spanking; spit kink; forced tattoo; dark!Ari; dark!Curtis;
Curtis + size kink (lazy Sinday drabble)
Curtis + shibari (lazy Sinday drabble)
Curtis + obsessed with your soft bits (lazy Sinday drabble)
#curtis everett masterlist#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett x you#curtis everett x female reader#curtis everett
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Hi dear! If you're doing sleepy prompts, can I please get 12. “No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days” with Curtis? 💜💜
You know what? I'm gonna revisit Biker Curtis for this one. I'm sure this isn't going to go how you were thinking in any way, but it technically is answering your prompt.
Word Count: ~2.2k
A/N: Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Language, Stalkerish behavior
Part 1; Part 3
Ever since you and your friends left Snowpiercer last week you swear you've felt like you've been watched. You could never identify any one actually following you, but you felt like you were on edge every time you stepped foot outside.
Despite Mason's bad interaction with one of the bikers it was agreed to try the place again. After all, one bad drunk doesn't mean the entire gang is mad. Especially after Curtis stepped in, pulling rank. The fact that a decent person was clearly in charge really helped boost the place in your friend group's eyes. Plus, you really did like the burgers.
As you arrive you feel relaxed for the first time all week. Maybe it's the fact that you're with your friends, maybe the place discourages creeps. Either way, you're happy to be able to breathe.
Apparently your group is memorable, given how Tanya lights up when she sees you.
“You still designated driver,” she asks you.
“Yup,” you nod. “Now and forever.”
“Then not only is your soda on the house but so is your burger.”
“Tanya, that's too much,” you exclaim. “Andrew’s work deserves to be paid for. Those burgers are divine!”
“Don't you worry about that, Sweetie,” she shakes her head. “Also, ladies,” she addresses your group, “the owner wanted me to tell you your appetizers are all half off as an apology for what happened last week.”
You blink a few times as your friends cheer and start ordering. With your orders placed and the first round of drinks in hand you all settle in at the same table as last week.
As the chatting and catching up starts Mason looks at you and says, “No offense, but you look like you haven't slept in days.”
“None taken,” you assure. “Just been feeling on edge all week. Like I'm being watched.”
“And you haven't seen anyone?”
“Nope. But I have been making sure to change up my routes and routines, just to be safe.”
The conversation, food and drinks continued for a while, your friends soon in high spirits, when the bikers came in. You were happy to have just sat down with the next round of drinks when they came in. You didn't have to dance around the crowd this time.
And you got to lock eyes with Curtis when he came in.
His deep blue eyes had definitely shown up in a few daydreams of yours. The memory of his calloused hand and gruff voice as well. You doubt he's thought any more about you since last week. You give him a smile before turning your attention back to your friends.
Curtis is grateful that Edgar is the only person close enough to notice the hitch in his breathing when you smiled at him. He had plans in case you didn't return but here you are. And you remember him fondly enough to smile at him. He tries to return the smile and hope it looks okay. He’s not used to smiling in general but for you he’ll make the effort. Your smile doesn’t fade as you turn back to your friends so, hopefully, that meant you liked what you saw.
Ever since last week, Curtis knew you were going to be his queen. For him that meant you’d be his partner, his equal, and deserving of the respect of your people. He’s seen you as a responsible, caring, yet fun-loving person. This past week his intel has told him you’re also incredibly alert, cautious and intelligent. A few of his men noted you could tell you were being followed and the entire week no pattern of behavior could be established. You were as smart and capable as you were caring and responsible.
You were everything he could ever want in a queen. But as much as he wanted to make you his, he knew you weren’t likely to respond well to him declaring his desire. He had to play it slower than he liked. Thankfully some reliable intel was collected on you and he’d be able to use that to make you his. Your smile made him hopeful you were interested.
Edgar poked his ribs, “you gonna be okay, there?”
Curtis shook his head, “yeah. Yeah. Just glad she’s here.”
“Well, you did say she was the one. Clearly fate is agreeing with you,” Edgar smiles before heading to the bar to order Curtis’s usual for him.
Curtis tries his best to look at you without being obvious about it. He’s not used to being so nervous but you’re special, important, and he doesn’t want to scare you off. Social skills weren’t his forte but for you he’ll put in the effort.
It takes several minutes but he finally sees you get up to go back to the bar. He waits a few beats before heading up there as well. He stands next to you as you order the next round for your drinks. Your height means he doesn’t have to try to make himself smaller to appear less intimidating, another social skill he wasn’t good at. Curtis knew how to keep his head down but he could never keep himself small. With you he’ll never have to.
Tanya takes your order and turns to him, “and you want your usual, Curtis?”
“Yes, please,” he nods. You turn to face him, smiling, and he swears your smile is the prettiest he’s ever seen.
“It’s good to see you again, Curtis,” you croon. “Thank you, again, for your help last week.”
“Yeah, well,” he grumbles, “like I said. Shouldn’t have had to help.”
“And yet, when it was needed, you helped. So thank you.” You see him blush and you swear this incredibly handsome man is only more attractive with a tinge of pink in his cheeks.
“Well, you won’t have to worry about Egg-head tonight,” Curtis informs you, sending a glare over to the man in question. You follow Curtis’s gaze and see Egg-head shrink down into his seat. Looking back at you Curtis continues, “all the guys know you and yours are not to be pestered, no matter how drunk.”
“That’s incredibly kind of you,” you marvel. “Between you and yours keeping us safe and the owner giving us discounts on the great food, I think we’ll have to make this place our go-to.” Curtis’s eyes widen so you quickly offer, “unless it’s too much work for you. If it’s too much of a pain to keep an eye on us, we can find a different spot.”
“No, no,” Curtis stammers. “I’m just…this place isn’t usually a regular spot for anyone but bikers.”
“Will that be a problem? Are we going to have to get our own bikes or anything?”
“No,” he chuckles to cover for the shakiness in his breath at the image of you in his leather jacket. “There’s no prerequisite for becoming a regular here. Except for being nice to the staff. Right, Tanya?”
“Damn right, Curtis,” she asserts as she hands you the next round of drinks and a refill on the nachos. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart. Andrew gets more compliments on his food every time you visit than an entire gang of bikers gives him in a month!”
“In my defense, it’s very good food,” you chuckle. “And while you saw my friends kinda drunk last time, you haven’t seen them go all night. You could easily say we’re too much and never let us back in.”
Tanya snorts, “if I can put up with an entire gang of bikers with this one’s help,” she points to Curtis, “I can take care of your group of gal pals with your help.”
“Oh, you’re the adult of the group as well,” you ask Curtis.
“Part and parcel with being in charge,” he nods.
“Well it’s good to know you’ll be clear headed in case any trouble comes up,” you beam. “Thanks for everything, Tanya! The way they’re going through nachos I’ll likely be back in about 10 minutes.”
Tanya laughs as you walk back to your table, food and drinks in hand. She watches Curtis watching you move gracefully between groups to get to your table, using your height to your advantage to keep the food from bumping into others. “So when are you making your move,” she asks him.
“I…I’m working on it,” he grumbles, grabbing his drink before heading back to his table.
Edgar watched the whole thing and congratulates Curtis on doing so well, “she was smiling, chuckling, I think she’s into you!”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my brother,” Curtis argues.
“It’s because you’re my brother that I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true,” he counters. “But I couldn’t hear anything over the noise. What all did you talk about?”
“She and her friends are thinking of making this place their regular spot,” Curtis tells him.
“Thank fuck,” Edgar responds. “Does that mean we can call off the guys? Let her get some peace and quiet from being followed around?”
Curtis sighs and ponders. “Okay, pull them back. I’ll figure out a way to casually run into her before their next visit. In the meantime, make sure Gilliam knows his gift went a long way to keeping her around and Tanya deserves a raise or a bonus.”
“I’m pretty sure Tanya’s ‘bonus’ is having another sober adult around to help her.”
“She’s got a kid,” Curtis chides. “She needs monetary compensation more than anything.”
“Fair, fair,” Edgar placates. “Are you gonna be able to keep everyone in line while you’re watching her, though? You’ve been pretty focused on watching your giantess’s every move.”
“She’s not a giant,” Curtis hisses.
“Fine, but you do pay a lot more attention to her than you do to your people when we’re here. That’s something that’s not going to go unnoticed by some of the more unruly members.”
Curtis nods in agreement, “lucky I’ve got you and a few other officers to help keep them in line. Anyone acts out, breaks the rules, gets made an example of. I may be a little distracted but that doesn’t mean I’m not in charge.”
“Sure thing, Boss. In the meantime, I think your gia….um, your…your girl is talking about you with her friends.”
Curtis barely manages to control the urge to look in your direction, “what makes you say that?”
“They’re all taking turns looking at you and giggling while she keeps looking embarrassed,” Edgar smiles. “I think you’ve got their approval.”
“I hope so. It’ll be an important part of getting and keeping her.”
“You’re really set on her, even though you barely know her?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, Edgar. Sometimes you see someone and you know they’re going to affect your life. The fact that it’s backed up by her having all the traits I’m looking for? And then some? The fact that I truly believe she could hold her own against any of our gang? You know I’m not one for sentimentality but it feels like fate to me.”
“If it’s fate, why don’t you just go and tell her what’s going on now?”
“Fate gives you the chance, the opportunity. You can still fuck it up.”
Edgar nods, “I still think you should just go ask her out. Sometimes a direct approach is best. Especially when she keeps glancing your way.”
“Fuck,” Curtis whispers, painfully steeling himself from immediately looking towards you. Edgar laughs at the reaction. Curtis glares at Edgar, “if this goes south, scares her away, I’m blaming you.”
“I’ll accept the blame if it’ll save everyone time and energy into your attempts at flirting,” he chuckles.
Curtis takes a few breaths to steady himself. You’re walking back to the bar, empties in hand, when he gets up to follow you. A few of his gang give him an encouraging pat on the back as he walks past them. The gang knows Curtis is a great president for their group; prefers negotiation but won’t hesitate to fight, insists others get medical attention first, makes sure they’re all taken care of. But they know flirting has never been in his skill-set so they’re happy to encourage him.
He stands next to you at the bar as you thank Tanya and tell Andrew how much the food was enjoyed and he smiles. Sensing his presence you turn and smile wider at him. He feels unusually shy but he has to do this. “Would you, maybe, want to go out sometime? When we’re not taking care of everyone else? Just the two of us?”
He swears he sees a sparkle in your eyes as you consider.
“I have to ask,” you start, “if I were to say ‘no’ would that mean we couldn’t come back?”
“No,” Curtis shakes his head. “There’d be no animosity, no reduced protection, nothing like that. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”
You hold out your hand, “can I put my number on your phone?”
Part 1; Part 3
Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would! Also tagging @krirebr just in case Ask notifications are wonky.
#zombie asks#curtis everett#curtis everett x tall!reader#curtis everett x plus size!reader#x tall!reader#big & tall reader#biker!curtis everett
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I Love You 3000 Masterlist
Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!
If you would like to enter or take park in the exchange you can find all the information here!
All original work belongs to the creators!
PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT READ OR VIEW IT!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny
Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!
Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple
Warnings: none
Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help
Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!
Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader
By @dc418writes
Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home
Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽♀️)
Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured
Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!
The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case
Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!
Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader
By @lives-in-midgard
Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.
Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!
An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it
Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis
Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night
Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!
Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn
Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!
A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader
By @secretswiftymarvelfan
Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside
Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!
Triangle - Steve Rogers x Reader
by @nekoannie-chan
Summary: Steve has feelings for two people.
Warnings: Angst! Love Triangle! Fluff!
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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 10
Summary: Time with the Everett’s
Pairings: Curtis X Reader, Curtis X Steve
Rating: mature
Warnings: explicit language, mentions of a car crash, mentions of mental health, unhealthy sex talk, depictions of depression, arson, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.1K
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Series Masterlist
*Dividers by @firefly-graphics
“Here, sweetie,” Curtis’ mom leans over you offering some tea. “Drink it, I promise, it’s good,” groggily you sit up from the couch. Almost forgetting you were here, and one look over at the chair Curtis had been sitting on, you realize now, you’re alone.
“He had some business to attend to,” she answers quickly. Giving you a smile when you stretch out. Sore in ways you never thought you would be. “I heard about your father. Curtis said he was difficult.”
“That’s news. Everyone keeps telling me about what a good man he was.”
“Hmm,” she pushes a tray of waffles, fruit and bacon towards you. “Help yourself.”
You are in fact starving, can’t even remember when you last ate. You load down a plate and settle back on the couch, thanking the woman.
“Curtis tells me he was a fierce leader, but a terrible father.”
“Curtis says a lot.”
“Tara. That’s my name.”
“When is he coming back?” her waffles were amazing, and you can’t help but to stuff another large bite in your mouth.
“Dinner time I suppose. His father is out of town helping my other son move in. Curtis and him don’t get along. You know. You remind me of my daughter,” you swallow a big bite and smile. “She let a toxic love get the best of her. They got in a car wreck, my baby girl…she’s not suffering from him anymore.”
“It’s not toxic.”
“Maybe because you’re the toxic one? I heard enough. Tell me about Ari,” you drink a bit of your tea, shrugging your shoulders. “Do you love him?”
“No. I can’t love. It’s broken,” standing up, she joins you on the couch, making her own plate.
“Losing a daughter doesn’t make that part of you broken. I still love my sons so much. Proud of them in different ways. Hayden is following in his dad’s footsteps. Curtis is carving his own path. But he’s empathetic, compassionate, jovial, even if you don’t see that giggly side of him. When Jessie died, I thought my world had ended. She was this bright sunny thing. Always laughing and smiling. Always getting her brothers into their own round of giggles. She loved them. Little sister to one, big sister to the other. I watched her light fade dimmer everyday she was with that man. The same light Curtis saw in you, but she let hers flicker out. With the right lighter, the flame can burn bright again.”
“I told you, I can’t love.”
“Why does a man have to bring you happiness?” you cut your eyes over at her, your vision going blurry, and you’re unsure what was bringing on these tears. “In order to love someone else, we have to love ourselves. We have to forgive ourselves, because life is about mistakes. You just have to start learning from those mistakes. Have you ever been in love?”
You nod your head at her, meekly saying yeah. “Tell me about him. What was his name?”
“Everyone calls him Bucky. I call him JB.”
“What made you fall in love?”
You stare out into the distance remembering when you saw Bucky for the attractive man he was. “He saw me. He paid attention to me. I’d fall, and he’d run to help me up. I was missing from the club, and he’d go searching for me. Not because someone told him to, but because he missed me. He taught me how to ride a motorcycle, when my dad told me I was too pretty to ride. With JB there was just me.”
“What happened?”
You take another drink of tea when you feel your throat closing in on itself. Your chest heating up and tight. “I asked him to teach me other things.”
“The sexual kind?”
“Yeah. He was my first. He’s my brother’s best friend, so it was forbidden. We built us this shack in the woods. It didn’t have much, just a mattress. But it was our own. He taught me everything. You know, accidents happen. And I ended up pregnant. Long story short…our baby didn’t make it.”
“You wanted the baby?” her hand drifts to your thigh, and shocking yourself, you lean over on her shoulder.
“I always wanted to be a mom. I never really had one. We were gonna have a girl. She was beautiful. Perfect. I just wanted my daughter to have the life I didn’t have. And JB, he was too scared to say anything. Had excuses on when we should tell my family, and then…it didn’t matter. He held me in our shack, and I cried all night. Into the day, and then it hit me, that he never was going to come clean. He didn’t want what I wanted. I got up and left. I couldn’t let him go completely. I’d find a boyfriend that I just used for sex, but I always went back to JB.”
“Why was Ari different?” you shrug on her shoulder. Tara reaches over to the table, and hands you a tissue. “Your dad’s best friend?” with a nod, she pets around your hair, “it’s a bit of a pattern. Your brother’s best friend, then your dad’s. Is the attention you were really seeking from them or your family? You wanted them to make a possible sacrifice and tell their friends? JB didn’t.”
You shake your head no, “He just told Steve. Right before, before Steve left me.”
“Okay, he tells your brother after your dad died, and Ari never got a chance. I don’t think you’re weird. We can’t help who we’re attracted to, but I don’t think Ari was an accident.”
“He’s got a kid. He’s only seven years younger than me. He doesn’t want kids. I don’t need them anyway,” this was always the line you told yourself. It was easier to tell yourself you didn’t need them.
“You don’t need them right now. Right now you need a mix of good love, and tough love. That with Ari, is no good. I saw your bruises.”
“It was impact play,” you go move off of her, and she allows you to. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, and your eyes wander around this room. Pictures of the family of five scattered all around. And you smile at how attentive Curtis seems with his younger siblings.
“Did you enjoy it?” you shrug your shoulders. “Are you afraid to tell Ari?”
“I test him. He doesn’t have a choice.”
“We always have a choice. He doesn’t realize you’re testing him for attention. It’s like a spoiled child. They don’t care if the attention is negative or not,” now why did she call you a spoiled child. You cross your arms over you chest and pout. “I get it. He wasn’t a father to his son, so now he’s making a point to do that with you.”
“I’m not a brat.”
“Then don’t act like one. You grew up without a proper mother, and it shows. Ari is not your daddy. You don’t have to push that need to have his attention on to Ari.”
“Gross. I don’t want to have sex with my dad.”
She giggles, and even gets a chuckle out of you, “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you have wanted your dad’s attention. You’ve acted out in the club, and Ari is the only one who gave you that attention. You liked it at first. But the worse you feel about yourself, the harder you need something more. Got sloppy with hiding the relationship, hoping your father would catch you. Spoiled children do not care what type of attention they get, they just want it. Willing to endure punishment because it means their parent, in your case, daddy cares. But Ari only fills that void for a moment. You say you don’t love him, and in some way he loves you. You just test your boundaries, and then he hurts you. It’s a cycle, and eventually you’re going to push that man too far. Does he know about Bucky?”
“Yeah. He knows I cheat on him with Bucky, too.”
“Sweetie…”
“I wasn’t with anyone. I can fuck whoever I want.”
“Does Ari think you’re with him though?”
“He calls me his old lady. I’m twenty-two years younger than him. I’m not old. I’m not a lady. And I don’t like his rules and his lies! I didn’t know he had a kid. Didn’t know he couldn’t have anymore.”
“Sweetie, do you want to be with Ari?” you shake your head no.
“But I don’t want to be alone.”
“You’re not,” you lift your head up, looking at her. Her eyes bright and kind like Curtis’. “You’ve got people who care about you. Curtis wants nothing from you. He cares about you. Got you here and away from the storm that’s brewing in that club. Some of it is your fault, and you’re going to have to take responsibility for that. But we all do stupid things when we’re not of sound mind. Do you love Bucky?”
“I do. I just don’t know if I could be with him.”
“All you gotta do is tell us, and we’ll get you out of the situation you’re in. I’m here to help, and if you need me to act as your surrogate mother, so you realize you’re not alone, I will. I can’t see another girl be destroyed by a man.”
Curtis’ hand beats on the door, and when Steve opens it, he tries to close it immediately. Curtis pushes past the door, and pushes Steve back into the apartment. “You want to ignore me? Fine. Now you can’t. What the fuck man?”
“What?”
“Wow. You know I thought you were just going through your own shit, but now, I think you just really don’t care. Do you even know half the shit your sister has gone through? She’s lost Steve.”
“She’s got Ari,” Curtis’ hands connect to Steve’s shoulders, and he pushes him hard onto the couch behind him. “She’s grown!”
“Barely. She’s twenty-three years old, and lost. She has basically begged for yours and your dad’s attention. And he’s dead, and you ran away,” he holds his phone out to Steve, letting him watch what he saw first hand. You screaming and kicking trying to go after him, but Ari drags your body back into the rooms. “You need each other. You’re all you have left. You don’t even see her. You don’t see what she’s been through.”
“What about me?”
“My god, y’all are both lost puppies. You got your dad’s attention. Doll got the old ladies, and every time she wanted to show your dad something, it was always, okay show Angel or Florence or Rose, daddy has to work. Meanwhile he’s searching for his next meaningless pussy. That was you, until you found someone worth being faithful to. He never gave her the attention she wanted. She wanted to do ballet, but she couldn’t because he had to buy you a bike, and you weren’t even licensed. She wanted to go to college, but she couldn’t because she had to work at the bar, and help with the family business. And you wonder why she fell in bed with bikers. Doll was meant for more than the club. Just,” his finger presses hard on Steve’s chest, “Like you. The difference is you got a way out, and took it. Leaving her with no fucking safe guard. Ari doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Waiting on her to cheat on him I guess. Trying to be the father figure she wants, when he just wants a nice girl to come home too. Bucky is just as lost, man. He is so in love with your sister, but she needs out of that fucking club. She needs to heal if she even wants to think about entertaining a life with Bucky.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“And she’s your sister. If you paid any attention to her, you would have seen their romance happening. He couldn’t quit looking at her, and she couldn’t quit smiling. You’re so self absorbed Steve. But that’s what you were taught to be. The big man. Gets to go on runs with a bunch of sweet butts, knowing that his old lady would be waiting to take his cock when he got home. You want that for her? Ari has never done the faithful thing. Bucky either. Until her. She’s out currently. I got her someplace safe. But she’ll need somewhere with family.”
“It’s that bad?” Steve asks, finally looking up at Curtis. His eyes glassy, and he bites at his lip.
“Yeah. You two are too much like your mothers. You weren’t meant to have this as your life. Doll wants a white picket fence. She wants to go after her dreams, and Ari is going to keep her working in a fucking bar and taking him when he gets home. He’s a lifer. Just like Bucky.”
“I’m a mess, too.”
“You can be a mess together. She’s broken right now, Steve. My dad is a therapist. Mom’s been around it her whole life, and pretty much is a therapist, too. She’s talking to her. She’s being the mother that Venus never got to be. But Doll wants you. You’re her big brother,” Steve nods his head, his gaze looking back at the floor.
“Okay. Okay. I’m not what she needs either.”
“Good boy, you’ll figure it out,” Curtis winks. “Now, I’m gonna spend time with my little brother. While my dad is shopping for the right towels. Hayden is useless in that department.”
Curtis walks into his childhood home, watching his mother fold clothes, and he gives her an odd look. With a flick of her head into the living room, he walks quietly in there, and stops seeing you mix up a pink batter, “Tara, oh,” you say when you realize it’s Curtis in the doorway, “I thought you were Tara.”
“No, it’s just me. What cha need?”
“Well, this is just strawberry cake mix, but I thought it would be nice to add in some fresh strawberries. You know make it a bit more unique,” before you fully finish your thought he’s already walking to the fridge, grabbing out the strawberries, “So you think it’s a good idea?”
“Yeah, I think it’s a great idea,” he gives you a kind smile handing over the strawberries, “Still don’t wanna fuck you.”
“Wasn’t offering,” you smart back going to cut up the berries. “I like your mom.”
“I like her, too. She’s a good one. You are, too.”
“Does…does anyone know where I am?” worried that it wouldn’t be long until Ari came looking for you. And right now, you just need space.
“Just Steve,” shocked, you turn to look at Curtis. Tears immediately fall past your lash line, and Curtis envelops you in a tight embrace. “He wants you to move in the city with him. Get away from the club. No one knows where he is either.”
“Curtis…I…it’s just…it’s soon. And I need to do something first.”
“We’ll go do it.”
“This still isn’t an invitation for you to fuck me.”
“Good, I don’t want to, Doll.”
“You sure about this?” Curtis dips his head in through the door looking around the small space. He turns, staring at you, while you’re blankly look at that mattress. You shake your head no in answer. Because you’re not really sure, but still there’s a calmness that surrounds your decision.
Shining a light around the shack, he points it at your chest, “You don’t have to do this. Who told you that you did?”
“No one. I wanted to do it after we lost Luna,” you hold out your hand, and he places his lighter in it.
“This is where you lost your virginity? There’s cobwebs.”
“They weren’t always there,” you laugh, flicking on the lighter, you go over to light the mattress on fire, and step back to hug Curtis. Watching as the flames take everything, but the memories. “It’s done.”
“What about Bucky?”
“This is best for the both of us,” you push Curtis off of you, and walk over to his bike. “I can’t love him, if I don’t work on myself. And I can’t love him with the love shack hanging over our heads. This is the past. I don’t know if I can ever love him again. I know that I need to love myself, and then maybe I’ll get there.”
“Mom’s pretty awesome, huh? Where we headed to, Doll?”
You take a deep breath as the fire spreads out. “The fire department will be here soon. Where we going?” you follow him as he heads for his bike, jumping on, before he lets you get on the back.
“Can we go back to your parents? Just for a bit longer,” he starts the bike, and heads in the direction of his parents’ house. Sirens wail in the distance, but you have never felt freer. Throwing your hands out wide, you let the wind wash off the rest, ready to take this journey away from everything you knew. It was best to not see Ari and Bucky at the moment.
There was a familial comfort at Curtis’ parents, mostly his mom. You didn’t realize how much you desired a motherly figure. “I’m stealing your mom,” you giggle when he pulls up to the house. “It’s just cozy here.”
“I’ll give her out on loan. You’re not keeping her. Come on, let’s get some of that strawberry cake. And it’s not an invitation into my bed.”
“Wait,” he stops to turn around and glare at you, feeling that you were going to go too far again. “Not sex.”
“You quit calling it fucking? That’s a start.”
“Can you just stay with me until I fall asleep? She’s letting me stay in Hayden’s old room. I’ll sleep on top of the covers. I promise. No sex. No shoving your hands on me. Just,” biting your lip, you look down at the ground, hands crossed over you chest, “Never mind.”
“No, use your words, and tell me what you’re feeling. Then allow me to respond and give you my boundaries.”
“I don’t want to be alone. This is hard for me. I’ve always bounced around to someone else’s bed. And sex was the only way I knew that would let them let me stay. Don’t make me guilt trip you, and say that I burned down mine and JB’s love shack.”
“That was your idea,” he laughs, bringing you close to him. “I’ll sleep on top of the covers. And I swear to you, if you try to shove my hands on you, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“I won’t. Not on purpose,” you squeal running up the front porch stairs.
“Doll Rogers! You get back out here!” playfully screaming at you while he runs in after you. His mom laughing at the two of you being goofy and carefree. She missed this side of her son, and you were becoming a different girl than the one Curtis first dropped off, it was like her second coming of Jessie, and she would protect you fiercely, in a way she couldn’t Jessie.
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Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.
I am constantly blown away by the talent on this site, if I could give each of you a kiss I would 💕
*part of a series
Steve Rogers ✨
Shock and awe by @buckys-darling
Steve Rogers x Reader
Salvation by @wayward-blonde
dark!Steve Rogers x reader
*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch
dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader
Sweet spot by @ltbarnes
Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Steve Rogers x reader
Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby
Florist!Steve x Reader
Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader
*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow
dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader
*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Summer daze by @ambrosiase
ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader
This is for us by @barnesafterglow
camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader
Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight
DBF!Ari x Reader
Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan
Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader
Andy Barber ✨
*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito
Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader
He knows by @andysbubba
andy barber x reader
Curtis Everett ✨
*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18
Curtis Everett x Reader
*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Curtis Everett x reader
Ransom Drysdale ✨
Slow by @labella420
Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!
*Kisses by @holacia2
Ransom Drysdale x reader
Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨
Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis
Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris
Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨
Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight
Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader
Behave by @late-to-the-party-81
Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader
Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨
Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs
Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes
*Time together by @tuiccim
Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Nick Fowler ✨
Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog
Nick Fowler x reader
Trust me by @navybrat817
Nick Fowler x female reader
Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky
softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Bucky Barnes x reader
*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy
tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty
ex! bucky barnes x female reader
Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan
soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader
*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy Biker Bucky x reader
*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass
TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader
You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie
Modern!Bucky x Reader
*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo
Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader
Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb
alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)
The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote
Bucky x Reader
Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight
Bucky Barnes x female reader
*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy
rockstar!bucky barnes x reader
Coffee by @buckys-darling
Bucky Barnes x Reader
If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote
Bucky x insecure!reader
We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase
bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader
Thor ✨
Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight
Thor Odinson x GN!Reader
Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight
Thor Odinson x female reader
Sam Wilson ✨
Choices by @aynanasstuff
Sam Wilson x reader
Jake Jensen ✨
Say when by @littlelioncub43
Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader
Joaquin Torres ✨
Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes
Joaquin Torres x reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Only you by @motioneverlasting
Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader
#fic rec#march fic rec#steve rogers#ari levinson#andy barber#curtis everett#ransom drysdale#destroyer!chris#sam wilson#bucky barnes#nick fowler#thor#jake jensen#joaquin torres#lee bodecker
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It’s Time For Kinktober!
here, have a masterlist:
1. Overstimulation (Nomad Steve x reader)
2. Pegging (Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
3. Daddy kink (Nomad Steve x reader)
4. Butt plug (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
5. Dirty talk (Random Drysdale x reader)
6. Nipple play (Curtis Everett x reader)
7. Edging (Loki x reader)
8. Breathplay (Destroyer!Chris x reader)
9. In Public (Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Steve Rogers x reader)
10. Spit Kink (Biker!Mechanic!Bucky x reader)
11. Cock warming (Jake Jensen x reader)
12. Dubcon (Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky x reader)
13. Impact play (Mafia!Bucky x reader)
14. Double penetration (Neighbor!Andy Barber x Neighbor!Ari Levinson x reader)
15. Bondage (Loki x reader)
16. Sex toys (Roommate!Bucky x reader)
17. Cum play (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
18. Begging ( Loki x reader)
19. Fisting (Backstage Pass!Bucky x reader)
20. Mutual masturbation (Backstage Pass!Bucky X Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
21. Orgasm delay/denial (Ransom Drysdale x reader)
22. Voyeurism (Dark!Andy Barber x reader)
23. Knife play (Backstage Pass!Bucky x reader)
24. Face fucking (Beefy!Biker!Bucky x reader)
25. Sadism/masochism (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
26. Rough sex (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve)
27. Temperature play (Mr. Freezy x reader)
28. Thigh riding (Mafia!Steve x reader)
29. Praise kink (Pre-War!Bucky x Pre-War!Steve)
30. Mirror sex (Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
31. Roleplay (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
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「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」
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☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑
【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】
𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭; series ⤜ d, f, s, a, r
✧࿐ Being an omega made you a victim to cruel destinies, trapped in roles designed to keep you submissive and quiet. Alphas have been on their shiny, golden pedestals for far too long and the world needed to change, and if it had to start with you at a college notorious for being ruled by alphas, then so be it. [dark A/B/O college au, dark alpha!fratboy!Ari Levinson x omega activist!reader, HC Verse]
𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲; collection ⤜ f, s
➧ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐧 ➧ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤
✧࿐ He’s the star rugby player, the Bull, and you’re his sweet nerdy girlfriend. [thick frat boy!Ari Levinson, college au, size kink]. Find all drabbles/asks in my 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧); collection ⤜ f, s
Set in the verse of: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)
✧࿐ Icky college boys will never change—so sleep with their dads. [boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber x reader, with: dilf!neighbour!Bucky Barnes, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Steve Rogers, age gap, cheating]
𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧; mini series ⤜ f, s
✧࿐ Final bosses, last life sprints, and equally frustrating and convoluted game sequences could never prepare you for a man who virtually goes by Gemini Stallion. [cam daddy!Ari Levinson x shy!nerdy gamer!reader, age gap, inexperienced!reader]
𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠; series ⤜ f, s (c)
✧࿐ The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole-damn city? [Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (Trailer Park AU), size difference, innocent!reader, neighbours-to-lovers]
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s
✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]
𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥; series ⤜ f, s, a
✧࿐ They’re shaded and jaded, and you’re the answer to their prayers. [major crossover, uni!camgirl!reader x sugar daddy!Ari Levinson]
𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬; one shot ⤜ f, s, r (c)
✧࿐ Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask. [Biker!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (biker x baker au), size difference]
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r
✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new star. [major crossover, pornstar!Ari Levinson x fluffer!reader x pornstar!Curtis Everett]
𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; one shot ⤜ f (c)
✧࿐ It was a little ridiculous how in love you were… With a single glance, he could make you melt until you’re a pile strawberry ice cream, tied with a pretty ribbon, and sitting on his doorstep. [Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader, stripper!reader, neighbours au]
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, d, r (c)
✧࿐ Sometimes the kindest souls suffer the most. Based on this ask. [dark!dilf!Ari Levinson x innocent!babysitter!reader, virgin!reader, fake relationship-esque]
𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)
✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]
𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰; one shot ⤜ d, s (c)
✧࿐ Beware the quiet ones. [dark stalker!Ari Levinson, college au, IT guy!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, somnophilia]
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s (c)
✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞; two parter ⤜ a, f
➥ 𝟏/𝟐 | 2/2
✧࿐ Even the most beautiful love stories are bound to end in tragedy, but you thought you and Ari would be an exception. [photographer!Ari Levinson x reader, glimpses of fluff, angst with a happy ending, old flames, childhood friends-to-loves aftermath, ex-boyfriend!Ari]
𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; mini series ⤜ soft!d, s (c)
✧࿐ Your friends said Ari was playing with your little heart and pushed for you to end things, but it takes a lot more than a breakup text to get rid of him. And your stupid friends should’ve known better. [Ghostface!Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead!reader. Murderer!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, aphrodisiac, dumb!reader, manipulation, stealthing, dacryphilia, dumbification]
𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭; one shot ⤜ f, s
✧࿐ [semi-retired surfer!Ari Levinson x reader, fratboy surfer!Johnny Storm x reader, age gap]
𝐀̀ 𝐋𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞; one shot ⤜ f, s, r
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Sly's Rec List
Time to finally set this up! I've been reading and reading the last couple of days (even though my drafts don't get less) and always think to myself: 'Oh that writer is so good and I need to keep up with their work/blog' and then I still lose sight of them...
Also, interactions have never been less and I know a lot of us writers are struggling with the little interaction. It feels like no one ever sees the things we post. So this will be my space to just list blogs to who I want to follow up or just give a shoutout!
Blog's I love & recommend
@rogersideup - my fav Steve blog. Every story is amazing. They blow my mind every single time.
@spectre-posts + @wiypt-writes - these two write some of the best series there are for pretty much every ce character. Long, incredibly detailed, heart-warming, gut-wrenching, tear-and-squeal-inducing stories written with love and some of the most dedication I have seen. The dialogue is bomb!
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork - has written some of my absolute favorite Curtis Everett stuff. She knows him and there is no one that can portray Curtis better
@navybrat817 - tattoo boys, biker boys, any type of boys. So many fantastic bucky fics. Love Stud, Smartie & Alpine
@imaginedreamwrite - can write literally anything and make it absolutely fucking incredible. Brimming with ideas on end, one better than the other. Queen of daily prompts and drabbles!
@anika-ann - queen of angst and fluff
@hangmans-wingman - American Made and Little Wonder are to die for. Stories that hook you from second 1 and will keep you at the edge of your seat!
(more to follow)
Fics I love & can only, highly recommend
Marvel
Waiting For This - @musingsinmoonlight - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, a/b/o
A sticky situation - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bubblegum & hair = forced haircut, fluff
Sweet Indulgences - @sweetascanbee - oneshot, Steve Rogers, wedding dress + slight fake-dating + first kiss, fluff!
My Soul Can Not Sleep Without You - @neonovember - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve is the type of man to never let you get to bed angry
Six Years - @the-bau-quinjet - oneshot, Steve Rogers, amnesia trope, Y/N forgets her life with Steve, the best take on the amnesia trope I have read!
Press Four For Poppet - @frostironfudge - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, steve dials a sex-hotline
Emergency contact - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve gets sick, so frickin' cute!
Walking the wire - @pedrito-friskito - oneshot, Nomad!Steve Rogers, supersoldier/red-room!reader, 18+, so fucking good omg, the air of mystery, the exposition, the chemistry between them, the spice! READ IT, IT'S SO GOOD
Sonder - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve and the nice shield doctor, takes him a while to ask her out. SO GOOD. ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE.
Coffee and Cinnamon | Maple Latte | Apples and Cherries - @sarahwroteathing - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bookshop/bakery au, friendly banter, Steve being a punky nemesis, just tooth-rotting fluff and amazing dialogue; best bookshop/bakery/coffeeshop au I have ever read!
Get This Girl Some Ice Cream! - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, Steve Rogers, hurt/comfort, Reader has a panic attack & Steve soothers her, incredibly sweet and comforting
The Things We Do For Love - @ronearoundblindly - Steve Rogers, wife!reader, Reader has a smelly & unpleasant accident in the lab, Steve 'The Drama Queen' Rogers (lovely dubbed 'Drug Dog') has to deal with it - utterly hilarious, some of the best sassy dialogue I've ever read, Steve being a dramatic cutie
Period Cramps - @espinosaurusrexex - oneshot, period cramps suck but Steve is there to make it better, comfort read
Right Where You Belong - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, college!au, baseball played!steve & studybuddy!reader, all the sweet and innocent college infatuation and date, so sweet and comforting to read
Perfect Moments - @eviesaurusrex - oneshot, Stucky x Reader, the cutest fic ever! Oh the comfort, oh the fluff. This sent me straight to cloud nine. This is the air I need to breathe, it's that cute and fluffy and perfection!
Other CE characters
After school comfort - @junipermuses - oneshot, Ari Levinson, comfort & fluff
The Five Step Plan - @theycallmebecca - oneshot, Frank Adler, au where Mary's mother dies later, very sweet and real feeling story
Where The Heart Is - @babyjakes - blurb, Jake Jensen, the cutest shit ever, sooo fluffy, Jake visits reader in hospital and is a adorable bean
Spa Date - @ghotifishreads - drabble/blurb, Ari Levinson, face masks, Ari being seductive and impatient, funny and cute
Top Gun Maverick
Just In Case - @katiesharms - oneshot, Hannix, angst w/ happy ending
Who did this to you? - @justfandomwritings - oneshot, Hangman, so good, see warnings
Do not disturb - @callsign-valley - oneshot, Hangman, 18+
Slow Burn - @ereardon - series, completed, Hangman, 18+ - amazing story! So well written, ending up pregnant with Hangman's baby after a ons, happy ending
Haunted by the Ghost of You - TheRebelHunter on ao3 - series, TG86, Hop 31 but instead of one jet going down, both jets go down, Goose survives but all four (Mav, Goose, Ice & Slider) get injured - I helped create the plot, as this started out as a au in the tgm discord. Angsty but amazing!
Where I'm From - @sometimes-i-write-good - oneshot, Hangman, first date, Jake is a sweetheart & gentleman, clearly knows what treating a girl is supposed to be like, loved the ending
Others
An Old Flame II - @b00kdiary - series, Aemond Targaryen, 18+, amazing dialogue!
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