#curtis and honey answer

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

For Curtis and Honey 💕🍯

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Honey grins. "Easy, James Arthur, Say You Won't Let Go makes me think of the two of us. Some of the lyrics, its how I envision us later in life."

"Now I gotta look up that song. For me it would have to be Make It Sweet from Old Dominion, the tune reminds me a lot of my Honey."

'Cause I'm stuck on you, you're stuck on me I never gotta wonder where my honey be I ain't savin' all my sugar for a Saturday night Seven days a week I got an appetite

"It just... sums up how I feel about us." Curtis nods.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK.

Shout out to @sagechanoafterdark for the suggestion of Make It Sweet, it's where the title of the series came from.

[2knightt]

please write something, anything I’m thirsty pretty please with a cherry on top 😋

↳treat me like a fool!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, the gang falls head over heels inlove!。✦

||✰ — the gang, separately

Dallas Winston ;

dally thought you were gorgeous.

you were sitting across at buck’s, talking to someone who could only assume is your friend.

you were laughing, giggling, talking, in such a way that dallas was captivated.

he couldn’t even pay attention to two-bit tellin’ him one of him lousy jokes.

“and i tell ‘er—hey! are you even listenin’ to me, dal?!”

“what?”

“what’re you even looking a—”

two-bit may not be smart, but he sure as hell can put two and two together.

he followed dallas’s eyes, only to see you.

two-bit got a goofy grin on his face and turned to face dallas.

“go talk to her!”

dallas rolled his eyes in annoyance.

‘go talk to her,’ he doesn’t get it—you’re too pretty for a grease like him.

“no, man.”

two-bit laughed like it was funny.

he lightly hit dallas’s arm, he knew he could talk to you, but it was like he was nervous.

and, dallas was nervous.

but he couldn’t let his nerves get the best of him. he just can’t, he’s better than that.

dallas sighed, dreading what he was about to do.

he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

he walked towards you, putting on a confident aura to make him seem tuff.

“hey.”

“oh-hi!”

jesus, even your voice was pretty.

if we’re being honest here, dallas had to recollect himself after you spoke.

“saw you ‘cross the bar n’ wondered if i could, get your name?”

“that’s it?”

“yea, why? got a problem?”

“y/n.”

you answered his previous question, yet not his most recent one.

it was like you wanted to keep him guessing, and he liked that.

dallas winston actually liked y/n.

Johnny Cade ;

you’ve known dallas winston for years.

good friends, obviously.

the two of you were walking down the street to nowhere in particular.

the both of you like to make it up as you go.

you were telling him about some gossip as he pretended to listen, until he shouted out some guys name.

“johnny!? is that you?!”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

if he wanted to hang out with someone else, he could’ve just said.

the boy that you suppose is johnny, perked up and started walking towards you two.

the both of you stopped walking to see johnny, even though you had zero clue on who he is.

dallas is a very private man when it comes to his other friends.

when johnny got up to you guys, dallas threw his arm around his neck, puttin’ him in a headlock.

he was scolding the poor kid about something even you couldn’t understand.

when he was done, johnny was rubbing his head in annoyance.

his eyes almost lit up at the sight on ya.

johnny thought you were an angel.

you were almost glowing in the sunlight, your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, lips, nose, everything was gorgeous.

“uh, who’s she?”

he asked, turning to dallas.

“y/n, say hi to johnny. be a good girl, eh?”

“oh shut up, dal! but uh—hi johnny. i’m y/n.”

your voice was like honey to johnny, he was almost stunned.

you felt a little creeped out with his stares so, you thought you’d just walk back home.

you waved to the boys and turned around to start walking.

dallas looked in johnny’s direction with the type of look that johnny didn’t like.

“your creepy staring scared ‘er off.”

“what? i wasn’t staring, bug off man.”

was he? oh god..that’s not a good first impression.

especially for such a beautiful person like you!

god, what a fool he was.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

pony saw you ‘round school a few times, always thought you were really cute but he never got a real good look at you.

but luckily, you had to ask ‘em a question.

“hey! you’re ponyboy, right?”

you’re even prettier up close, jeez.

no way a guy like him, had a chance with a girl like you.

your smile was more attractive than he was, your voice was like the heavens above were calling for him, everything about you was just…better than him.

but he put on the bravest smile he could, and nodded his head.

“good, be pretty embarrassing if i was talkin’ to the wrong guy.”

you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

ponyboy lightly chuckled, never thought you’d get so comfortable around him before.

“well uhm—i was just wonderin’ if you knew my friend, micheal?”

yeah, he knew micheal.

he knew what you were gonna ask.

he knew there was a rumor going around about you guys dating.

he just, didn’t get why you’re asking him out of all people.

“yeah, why?”

“okay, cool! well, if he tells you we’re dating, ignore him. please?”

“definitely.”

you smiled, genuinely this time.

your smile almost made ‘em faint.

you were just so cute, too cute for anyone in this bum city.

you thanked ponyboy for his time and for being understanding, and rushed out.

he just stood there, trying to process that you talked to him.

he was red, his ears were red, and his cheeks were red.

he looked like a loser.

but now, he was a loser with an angel knowing about his existence.

so, it’s a win.

Sodapop Curtis ;

you just got hired at the DX to be a cashier.

you needed the money, just in general.

your boss had told sodapop he wasn’t needed at the cash register, and he didn’t know why.

he got that they got a new employee but, being the cashier was more his job!

thought he’d go check you out, go see if your even fit for the DX!

you were just sitting there, your chin resting on your palm, waiting for anyone to walk through the doors to buy something.

you heard the back door open but didn’t really pay attention to it. you were sorta just, staring off into space.

sodapop walked in, and saw you just sittin’ there!

if he was working the register, he sure wouldn’t have just been sitting there!

he walked around the counter to talk to you, face to face! give ya a good scarin’.

at least, he thought that’s what he was gonna do.

when he saw you for the first time, he swore he almost got weak in the knees.

you just looked up at him, not bothering to move your head or nothin’.

even though you looked almost mad, you were still drop dead gorgeous.

the sun hit your face, just right.

your lashes, your eyes, the shine in ‘em almost made sodapop apologize for annoying you and run away.

in a good way, though.

“whatchu want? who even are ya?”

“nothin’! just wanted to say hi to my new co-worker is all. i’m sodapop curtis! what’s your name?”

he talks an awful lot this early in the morning.

but who are you to complain? less talking for you.

“y/n.”

soda smiled, even your name was beautiful.

everything about you was.

you were perfect.

Darry Curtis ;

you knew darry early on in life, around middle school..maybe?

you couldn’t really pinpoint it.

you stopped talking because you moved up north.

you did miss him, but you never really thought an awful lot about it. even when you were going back to tusla.

you were at the store for nothing in particular, it was more like something to pass the time.

you were going aisle by aisle, finding nothing.

until you went down one aisle, there was one real tall guy looking at some soup.

you thought he looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell from so far away.

you walked down the aisle and stopped right beside him, pretending to be looking at soup.

the man looked confused, but he was distracted so you could get a good look.

you saw his side profile and it all finally clicked.

“holy shit, darry?!”

you basically shouted, with a huge stupid grin.

darry looked scared and confused at the fact that someone knew his name, but when he turned to face you he looked more surprised than anything.

“y/n?!”

darry thought you were pretty before but, jesus. how did you get even prettier?

your smile was wider than before, your eyes looked happier, and you were just…gorgeous overall.

“well shit—how’re you? how’s your brothers?”

“they’re good. soda dropped out though, but ponyboy’s doin’ good in school.”

“that sucks about soda, ‘m sorry. but uh—i gotta go, sorry! hey, how ‘bout we catch up tomorrow?”

darry was shocked you’d even wanna hang out with him.

you just seemed so—high class now.

but, who was he to turn down a goddess?

he agreed and the two of you set a time and waved goodbye.

for the rest of the day, darry had this stupid smile on his face.

Steve Randle ;

you guys had met through a mutual friend.

danny had wanted to hang out with two of his friend groups at the same time.

you were in group A while steve was in group B.

everyone was partying, but that wasn’t really your thing.

you were off to the side, people watching.

some guy grumbled and stood next to you, almost oblivious to you.

he looked pretty mad so you thought you’d ry n lighten the mood.

somehow.

“so much for a party, huh?”

you tried to joke, looking up at the man.

he looked down at you, stunned.

you didn’t know why, he looked like he was judging you the way he looked you up n down.

steve was just shocked a girl like you would talk to him.

too pretty for him, way too pretty.

even in this dimly lit room, he can see how gorgeous you were.

your smile was so pretty, so gorgeous.

then steve realized he must look like a freak, staring.

he chuckled, giving you a halfassed answer.

“yeah right. was told this was gonna be fun, might as well leave.”

“was just about to do that. no point in stayin’ when all my friends are so drunk they can’t even remember their own names.”

“can i get your name at least?”

he asked, raising an eyebrow.

he must’ve thought that was smooth.

you chuckled at his question,

“y/n.”

“i’m steve, it’s nice to meet you, pretty lady.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

“woah! hey pretty lady!”

you heard some guy shout at you from behind you.

you sighed, but kept on walking.

when the strange dude caught up to you, he almost tripped.

you laughed at his failed attempt, and two-bit could’ve sworn he heard wedding bells right there!

“what d’ya want?”

“can i not want to talk to you?”

“nah.”

you answered, grinning at his disappointed face.

“aw, c’mon! a man deserves something for his efforts!”

“what efforts?”

the man went silent, and thought for a moment before answering,

“…i ran.”

you burst out laughing again.

and two-bit almost pulled out a ring.

you were like a goddess on earth, had the most gorgeous laugh, and understood his humour?

take him away.

“well? can i get ya number, pretty lady?”

“nah.”

you said, walking away.

the man stood there, stunned, watching you walk away before snapping out of it to shout at you.

“AT LEAST TELL ME YOUR NAME!! I’M TWO-BIT!”

“Y/N!”

and now it’s two-bits mission to get y/ns number.

—can you tell i gave up?

— ALSO MY OTHER FIC WONT UPLOAD. UGH.

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²⁴.⍭ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | STEPCEST, college au, virgin!reader, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, somnophilia, oral (f), p*ssy spanking, dirty talk, elements of p*ssy worship, innocence/corruption kink, beard burn, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, squirting, the puffier the better.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Curtis has always protected you, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed.

𝗪/𝗖 | 6.14K

𝗔/𝗡 |  as we reach the end of our smutty october, here is dirty train daddy Curtis. No gifs/photos belong to me, check the Pinterest board on my kinktober masterlist, all credits go to the original creators. All mistakes are my own. [concept asks | fic asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Curtis hears you before he sees you. The hallway light switches on before your shadow appears at the bottom of his door. It opens silently, revealing you bundled in a sweater and a pair of fuzzy socks, dragging a blanket and your favourite stuffed animal. 

“C-Curtis?”

“What’s wrong?” 

“Can I stay with you?” 

Curtis glances at the clock on his nightstand, it’s almost midnight, and those red glowing numbers tell him just how long he’s been glued to his computer and how long your parents have been at that Halloween party. “It’s too late, you should go to bed.” 

“I can’t!” You squeaked, “You can keep playing your game and I’ll be super quiet, it’ll be like I’m not even there.” You beg, shivering as the downstairs darkness stares back at you. 

Your mind goes wild, forming shapes in the black abyss. Monsters with sharp claws and red eyes, or abnormally long limbs and jagged teeth, or a murderer who broke into the house hours ago and has been watching you all night, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. You don’t know if there’s something there—or if you watched too many scary movies tonight. 

Knowing your cowardly nature, it was probably the latter, but you couldn’t shake off that what if… what if there was something down there? 

“Please, please, please!” A shiver crawls up your spine and the darkness wraps around you, almost bringing tears to your eyes, “Curtis, please!” 

“Dude—what’s the wait up?” 

Curtis fixes his headset, his wrist cramping from being in this position for so long. “My sister wants to stay in my room.”

A series of sounds echo through his headphones, varying from disappointment, interest, and sympathy. He could name what noise came from which friend, simply because he knows how each of them feels about you. 

You weren’t a spoiled brat or a bitchy devil who turned his life upside down, you were far from that. You were sweet, too gentle and kind to survive by yourself. Clinging to his hands and clothes with your gentle touch and irresistible warmth, like sticky honey. Honey that rotted his teeth and only made him hungrier. 

Your naivety has led you to his bedroom many times, from asking him about things you’ve heard on campus—“what is teabagging?” When those words left your innocent mouth, Curtis choked on his saliva. Thankfully he didn’t have to answer you because it was dinner time. Don’t ask, don’t ask, Curtis repeated in his head while everyone was sitting at the dining table, he just knows your parents would find some way to blame him for corrupting you. 

If they only knew how much he was holding back from doing that. 

You were easily scared, so he expected you to be frightened this dark and dreary, rainy Halloween night. It wasn’t the family’s typical celebration, you were grounded after failing a test and Curtis was stuck babysitting you as punishment for a mishap involving a hockey puck and a broken window. 

At least his friends were in the same shit—he wasn’t playing hockey alone—that’s why they’re spending Halloween night playing videos and eating their weight in candy. 

Before your parents left for a party, the decorations were taken down because of the upcoming storm, and your jack lanterns were brought inside. Only a handful of trick-or-treaters came by, so the candy bowl by the front door was still full. Or it was until you started nervously snacking halfway through your scary movie marathon. Your tongue is sore from all of the sour treats. 

Curtis would be surprised that you didn’t sneak out, but he knows you’re too obedient and fearful to be that bold. Him, on the other hand, you had to cover for him whenever he left in the middle of the night for a party. There was surely an advantage to having a sweet stepsister, he had someone to back him up, or save him from difficult situations. You even let him hide his weed in your bedroom since your parents routinely checked his room after a neighbour caught him smoking in the park and practically dragged him home by his ear. 

And the neighbourhood still doesn’t know who egged her house last week—Curtis had the greatest friends in the fucking world. 

“—she can’t be that bad.”

“Huh?”

“Your sister, you should let her join our game.”

Steve groans. “Ugh, Buck, you just have a crush on her.” 

“No, I don’t!” 

“Is that why you sent her those love letters a few weeks ago?” 

His gaze locks on Bucky’s character as if that was really him and he could feel Curtis’ glare through the screen. “That was you?” 

Bucky makes an offended noise. “Thanks a lot, Steve!” He hisses, “Okay, maybe I do like her, but I wouldn’t try anything, she’s your sister.”

“And he’d probably kick your ass.” 

“That too.” 

“Nah, but he’s right. She’s probably dying of boredom being trapped in that house.” 

Curtis gnaws on his lip, staring at the glowing monitor displaying their stats from the last game. It’s steadily gotten better and he isn’t sure if he wants you to ruin that streak. Plus, you didn’t even like his games, you much preferred using his PC (that he built himself) for the Sims. He thought it was cute that you made a virtual version of him and put the two of you in a big purple and blue house with a dog and a cat.

“We could pick an easier map so she isn’t completely lost.”

Curtis exhales, “Let me think about it.”

“Uhm… okay.” You lean on his doorway, blinking down at the hardwood floor. “Can I still come in though?” 

“What?” He turns to you, suddenly remembering you standing there. “Oh, not you, honey. You can stay in here—for a bit.” He tags on, he didn’t want you to linger too much. Especially since he was still playing with his friends, at least you wouldn’t hear their endless profanities and arguing. 

You beam and scurry towards the bed, almost tripping over yourself before plopping on the unmade sheets. The mattress jostles and an empty pop can tips over and falls to the ground, joining the mess of the day, from candy wrappers and dirty dishes from when he ordered pizza for dinner. 

You giddily settle into his wrinkled sheets, snuggling under the duvet with your blanket and stuffed Care Bear, Grumpy bear. From here, you see his computer monitors and that war game glowing bright, you’ve watched him play a few times, and were always amazed by his quick reflexes and tactics.

“Tell your friends I say hi!” You wiggle your toes, Curtis’ bed was so comfy and warm. “But that’s it because I’ll be quiet now.” 

“Honey—now don’t get jealous, Bucky, green isn’t your colour.” 

“Shut up!” 

“She says hi.” Curtis runs a hand over his buzzed head, tuning out his idiotic friends. 

Steve whoops, “Tell her Bucky says he loves her.” 

“I live across the street, don’t make me come over and punch your teeth in.”

“Now, now, we all know honey doesn’t like violence. You’ll never marry her with that attitude.” 

“Alright, calm down, fellas.” Andy laughs, “Curtis, are we still playing?” 

He hums, “let’s fuckin’ go.” 

Curtis doesn’t know how long he’s been standing here, but he knows he’s a damn pervert. It’s been an hour since you came in, and Curtis had bid goodbye to his friends before he turned around and saw you sprawled across his bed, your sweater rolled up and exposing your cotton panties and an undeniable wet spot. Spot was an understatement. You were moaning softly and rubbing your thighs together, making the small spot into a full patch that clung to your folds. 

He gulps, clenching and releasing his fists until the heat in his belly dissipates. He busies himself with gathering the dishes, food wrappers and empty cans that litter his bedroom, avoiding your wet, clothed cunt at all costs because if he gets another glance, he’ll fall victim to his desires. 

After doing the dishes, he cleans up after you in the living room, picking up small candy wrappers and fixing the throw pillows and blankets to his mother’s liking. He checks all the doors and windows, peeking out the window at the pouring rain and strong winds. Thunder rumbles loudly as he creeps up the stairs slowly, preparing himself for spending the night next to you—and restraining himself from touching you. 

He places a glass of water on the nightstand closest to you and picks up your stuffed Grumpy Bear. A yelp erupts from his chest when you grab his arm, latching on with a death grip. 

His wide eyes land on you, shockingly awake and breathing heavily, “Honey, what—”

“T-The thunder. I—” You jump as another boom echoes through the sky, you try to tug him into bed, “Curtis! C’mon!” 

He slides under the sheets and immediately, you curl up against him, clutching Grumpy to your chest. Your eyes are squeezed shut as he rubs up and down your back, soothing each tremor rocking through your body. 

This isn’t the first time this happened, you hated storms with passion. From the dark looming clouds, harsh winds and gallons of rain, the cherry on top was the loud thunder and flickering lightning. Back in your hometown, there were terrifying storms that would tear roofs off houses, sweep away anything outside and knock down trees. 

Curtis knew how to deal with you when you got like this, so he distracted you. 

You’re okay, honey. Everything is fine. He repeats over and over again until you stop shaking, he plants a chaste kiss on the top of your head, “Why did you want to come in here?”

It’s quiet for a few moments before you speak, timidly meeting his eyes. “I had a horror movie marathon.” You shyly admit, “and just couldn’t be alone. I was too scared!” 

He didn't have to ask since he heard your screams and squeals from here, even with his headphones on, but hearing it from your lips boosts his ego. You have always run to him when you were scared, confused or both. He was your saviour in more ways than one, and he’s your first choice for comfort and safety. 

“What were you going to wear to the party tonight?”

You slump, remembering your plans with your new friends from college. “We were all gonna be the plastics from Mean Girls! But their Halloween costumes. I was gonna be a mouse.” You pout, “Don’t tell my dad, but I got a little nightie like what she wears in the movie. It’s really short and sheer… you could see almost everything underneath.” 

His eyes fall to your puckered lips, “Oh.” 

“Yeah, I know. I thought those dresses were only for home, not public, but Nat said all the girls dress that way for Halloween.” 

He sometimes forgets you weren’t from the city. Sweet, naive you grew up in a small town before your father married his mother a year ago. He recalls teaching you how to transit everywhere, telling you which trains and buses went where. You were so confused with all the names and routes, you called him every day to ask for directions. 

“Sounds like you’d get cold.” 

“I could show you!” You go to stand but another rumble of thunder has you clambering back into bed, to your safe soft bundle with your stepbrother. “Maybe later actually.”

Curtis laughs, “You a w’ittle sca’wed?” 

You shove him and he’s quick to return it, this time almost knocking you off of the bed. It isn’t long until it turns into a tickle fight, he pins you down and digs his fingers into your sides, straddling your kicking legs as you loudly cackle. You’re no match for his strength and are forced to lie there, laughing till tears are streaming down your face and your throat goes sore. One cough is all it takes for Curtis to release you and hand over the water. 

You gulp heartedly, droplets escape the corners of your lips and trail down your chin to your neck. 

He still feels the warmth of your body against his, so much smaller than him, and crying the prettiest tears and thrashing between helpless pleas for mercy—if he had it his way, you’d be acting the same way with far fewer clothes on. 

Thunder booms and you jump, the water spilling down your chest and legs, soaking straight through your sweater and the sheets below. 

“Ugh! Sorry, Curtis, your bed is a little wet now.” 

He watches the realization hit your face. 

You quickly close your legs, “I didn’t—oh god, I didn’t—I’d never pee in your bed.” Your hand falls between your thighs and your eyes widen, you don’t remember your dream but it must’ve been a dirty one, the kind you’ve only had a handful of times. “I-I have to go change!” You surge up, squeezing your legs together while pulling down the hem of your sweater. 

Embarrassment floods you until it pours out your mouth in stuttering excuses, dutifully ignoring Curtis’ offer to walk you to your bedroom if you’re scared. 

You don’t even grab your stuffie before shuffling out of his room, yanking the sweater over your ass to savour any bit of pride you have left. 

Curtis was seconds away from grabbing you and taking care of your little wet problem. He’d dive headfirst into those sinful delusions and indulge in the pleasure you’re so cluelessly withholding. He rubs over his pants and the wet spot that was more than just water, imagining just how slick you were. He’d bet your arousal was sticking to your panties. 

And now it’s all going to fucking waste. 

When you come back, he’s comfortable under the sheets with a pillow strategically placed over his crotch, but of course, you don’t notice a thing. 

You take shy little steps, your legs never spreading too far until you’re standing at the foot of his bed in a fresh new sweater. 

“This is it.” 

It is a sheer babydoll dress, thin and delicate with a bow at the collar and a frilly hemline. You hold it against your body, swaying cheekily. “Isn’t it cute? Now imagine me with mouse ears, nose and whiskers.”

Curtis gulps, daydreaming about your glowy skin draped in that airy fabric. “Very cute, honey. But I don’t think that’s appropriate at home either.” 

You deflate, “No?”

“Not when our parents are home anyway…” he trails off, “but you can wear it when it’s just us. It’ll be our little secret.” 

You nod eagerly, “I’m good at keeping secrets. I haven’t said a word about you sneaking out—or the weed, and I never will!” 

That’s why he loved you. So positive and enthusiastic, a breath of fresh air in his normal, boring life. He’s so glad he convinced his mother to go on a second date with your father. And to think he just wanted her out of the house so he could throw a party, and now he has unlimited access to the sweetest, prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

Your gullibility was just a plus, and it’s thanks to that innocence that he’s able to convince you to wear your new nightie to bed. 

“It’s Halloween, you should still wear it even if you aren’t going to a party. That way when you do wear it out, you’ll already have broken it in.” 

Curtis finds out why you were walking so strangely after you fall asleep again. That demonic little voice wins and convinces him to dip in his twisted curiosity.  

The lamp is on the dimmest setting, barely illuminating, but it’s sufficient in this pitch-black darkness. It’s enough, he repeats in his head, he doesn’t need brighter light or a fucking camera, although he wants to immortalize you from this angle. 

Curtis is lying on his stomach between your legs. The blanket is slightly pushed to the side and your sweater is rolled up. His hands stroke up and down your inner thighs and his eyes are locked on your too-small panties. The cotton cups your core firmly, outlining your slit and deliciously falling victim to your slick just like the last pair. 

You beguiled him, pushing him over the edge and into the dark forbidden depths—from the sheer lingerie to the tiny panties, to fucking grinding against his thigh when he was dead set on not corrupting you tonight. 

Now, look what you did.

You were so needy and wet, he’d be a monster to abandon you in agony. Curtis refused to let this gleaming opportunity fade away, he’s saved you countless times, and another wouldn’t be so bad. He’ll put you out of your misery just like any big stepbrother should. 

He carefully removes the rest of the sheets from your body. From the drift of cool air, you squirm then settle on your back again, legs splayed wide open. The moonlight fuses with the yellow lamplight, bathing you in an exquisite, irresistible flare. It calls to him like a beacon, pulling him by the throat to your most precious spot. 

He mouths against the cotton, soddening the fabric with his saliva. At first, he’s discreet, cautiously licking, as if he isn’t starving for you. Once he’s certain you weren’t waking up, he seeks your clit, the delectable button that has been on his mind all night, and licks it through your panties. 

The minimal light might be enough, but this wasn’t. He tugs the gusset to the side, nosing along your inner thigh as your smell drills into his head. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” The words are spoken in a whisper, his dark gaze glued on your folds that glimmer with your arousal. You’re so fucking sticky. He can’t resist breaking the string of your slick between your panties and your slit with his tongue, the minuscule taste instantly makes him addicted. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” 

He rubs your clit slowly, just enough to make your breath deepen as you sleep soundly, beautifully unaware. Your nub swells under his touch and your arousal leaks down your cunt to your rosebud. Curtis refuses to let a drop go to waste. 

He groans as your taste floods his mouth, your warmth satisfying every craving he’s ever had, fulfilling every ache while leaving more in its place. The demand for more and more fuels him on, just like your soft snores as wet sucking noises float into the air. With his eyes shut in bliss and he grabs your hips, tugging you closer. 

He’s only fantasized about this. Never daring to commit to corruption. The guilt should be eating him alive right now, remorse should be wrapping around his neck and yanking him away from you—his sweet, innocent, sleeping stepsister. But it doesn’t, if anything, it excites him. The illicit nature and stark boundaries he’s leaping over. 

Your soft whines edge him further, kissing your clit on his way down to your weepy hole. His tongue swirls around before breaching, piercing deep until his nose rubs against your button. He licks into your virgin hole, nuzzling your folds with his prickly beard. 

This is far better than shamefully jerking his throbbing cock with your panties to his nose. 

Your high hits suddenly, catching him off guard when your hips rise and your panties snap back into place, ridding him of the opportunity of watching you come. He can’t say he hates what he’s gifted anyway, your cream gushes out and soaks the cotton. He rushes forward, enveloping your clothed pussy in his mouth and sucking your orgasm through your panties, hearty groans rumbling in his chest. 

He’s so rough and loud that you stir, but that only plunges him into a fervid hunger. Your cunt pulses under his mouth as he cleans you up, greedily taking any drop of your essence like he’ll never have you again. But he will, he knows he will. 

Lewd noises draw you from dreamland into a confusing reality, following the trail of the strange fluttering heat between your thighs. “C-Curtis?” 

He should pull away, he should apologize and beg for forgiveness but Curtis has played nice long enough. 

“These are so thin, I could just—” he rubs his nose along your clothed folds, nudging your swollen clit. “So fuckin’ tight too.” 

You squeak, attempting to shut your legs but he forces them open, mouthing against your core like he’s been wandering the desert for days and you’re a stream of water. 

Shaky breaths tremble your frame, the sheets wrinkled in your fists as his tongue glides down your slit to your untouched hole, “What—what are you doing!” 

“You were rubbing against me, honey.” He’s intoxicated on you yet hyperaware of every tiny movement of your face, reading your reactions effortlessly. “I’m just helping you out, that’s what big brothers do.” 

“Is this okay?” You ask, “A-Are we, can we do this?”

“Yeah, baby. You think I’d lie to you?” He licks his hand and reaches under your sweater, tracing up your warm skin. He pinches your nipple, his saliva making you squirm from the sudden cold. He fondles your tit, switching between both until your rigidness fades away and you quietly moan. 

His attention falls back on your pussy, inches from his face and begging for him. He’s quick to yank off your panties and fully expose your centre to him once more. 

“Are you sure, Curtis?” 

He huffs, “I’m sure. It wouldn’t be very kind of me to leave you here to suffer, now will it?” He traces down your folds, taking pride in the hitch in your breath, “And this feels good, right? So it can’t be bad.” 

You sleepily process his words, “that feels—oh!” You watch as he lightly licks your clit, his tongue is hot and soft, just grazing over your bundle like it was a saccharine treat. 

He hums, closing his lips around it just to make you feel his heat and wanting you to know how good he can make you feel. He pops off tenderly, “It’s sensitive, huh?” He circles the erect nub with his thumb, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be gentle. You trust me, right?”

You shakily exhale, struggling to hold his dark gaze with the unfamiliar tingles darting through your body. “S-So much, Curtis.”

“Don’t call me that.” He kisses your mound, his breath puffing against your warm skin as his eyes lock on your face. The moonlight shines over your features, bathing you in the glow. You look pure, untouched and vulnerable, and Curtis wouldn’t have it any other way. “Say daddy.” 

You stiffen, fisting the sheets with wide eyes. You shake your head but your body has a mind of its own and jerks up, desperate for his touch. 

“Say it, baby.” 

“I can’t—”

He pulls back and swats your cunt, making you gasp sharply. He repeats it again and again, aiming for your most sensitive spot and getting rougher each time. Curtis leans up, spitting on your puffy clit, he should feel bad for torturing your button, but you weren’t obeying him. “Say it, or I’ll get a lot meaner.” 

His saliva smears down your wetness and you squirm, before his hand lands on your belly, pressing you down to the mattress. Uneven breaths shake your frame, and the ceiling fan spins slowly, almost putting you in a trance. “Dad—daddy.” 

“That wasn’t so hard.” He murmurs, peppering kisses along your trembling thighs. His lips ghost your folds before his tongue flattens and licks a firm strip up your slit. “That’s my girl.” 

Now that you’re awake, he could have some real fun. 

He makes out with your pussy, rubbing your petals raw with his facial hair and sending vibrations up your spine with his deep groans. “So wet for me. Grinding on my leg, moaning in my damn ear.” Curtis exhales, “You didn’t even let me sleep, you know that?” 

“I’m sorry!”

“Pardon?”

You mewl as his flat tongue licks up your slit, fucking into your hole. “Da-Daddy! I’m sorry, daddy!” 

You were learning so well. “And calling me daddy, I wonder what your real daddy would think of that.” He lets a heavy dollop of saliva drip from his bottom lip to your swollen clit, “He wouldn’t like that I’m eating his daughter’s virgin cunt, huh?”

You feebly attempt to pull him closer, but with his buzzed hair, the best you can do is push him down. Pitifully whimpering as he teases you, licking everywhere but that one spot. As a last resort, you just force him down and squeeze your thighs around his head. 

Sparks dance on the inside of your eyelids when he takes that spot—that bundle between his lips with open-mouthed kisses, fueling the shocks coursing through your body. You liked this better than when he slapped it. He alternates between locking the throbbing nub in a suffocating kiss—suckle? And dipping down to noisily slurp at your juices. 

This tsunami of impressions and senses brings you to a state of unfamiliar euphoria, a wave crashing within you and releasing an array of passions you’ve never felt before. You mutter nonsense, confused about your body’s response as Curtis works you through it, soothing your pulsating bundle with his skilled tongue and warm mouth. 

Curtis is more robust than you and easily escapes your hold, hooking one arm around your thigh. “You liked that, honey?” A smirk plays on his slick lips, “This is your clit, it’s your special sensitive button,” he blows over it and chuckles mockingly when you whimper, “And I fuckin’ love it.” 

His thumb pulls back the hood, exposing the delicate bud, erect and swollen, begging for his touch. He can’t resist swirling his tongue over it, your moans music to his ears. 

He leans back with the bundle between his lips, pulling lightly before releasing it. A string of spit connects his lips to your core, his saliva coats you and combined with the cream leaking out of your fuckhole, you look like a feast. “So pretty and tasty. So fuckin’ messy.” He groans, “You’ve been keeping this from me, baby?”

You can only blink at him and squeak when he tongues over the exposed nerves. You feel every bump of his wet muscle and his hot breath on your skin, the sensations have your back arching high with unsteady moans. 

“What a bad girl, you know how unfair that is? I give you so much, I keep you safe, I’m so nice to you, and you keep this pretty pussy from me.” He presses on your stomach, pinning you down. 

“I’m sorry, daddy…” You barely manage and entwine your fingers with his, “didn’t mean t-to!” 

“You didn’t?” He repeats, lazily mouthing at the crease between your thigh and warm cunt, his blue eyes locked on your face covered in a sheen of sweat, “but you still hurt me, baby, you made me so upset.” 

“I’m sorry!” You yelp when his palm collides with your inner thigh in quick succession, getting awfully close to your centre. “I’m sorry, Curtis!” You apologize again, “Please don’t hit m-my button—” 

“—You know what would make me feel better?” 

You shake your head, dread sinking deep as he traces down your core, from your puffy clit to your rosebud. He circles the rim, smearing your leaky excitement. 

“If you let me play with you.” He lightly spanks your cunt, wet noises flooding the room alongside your choked squeals, “are you gonna let your big brother play with your pussy to feel better?” He doesn’t relent, nor give you the chance to respond, he only slips his fingers down your slit to collect your stickiness and smear it back over your stimulated cunt, paying extra attention to his favourite part. “And you’re making a mess on my bed, dummy. You have a lot to make up for.” 

Shuddering from wild nerves and unfamiliar sensations, you give in. He was right, he does so much for you without being asked, he’s your hero in every sense. “You can, uhm… play with me, daddy.”

A bright smile appears on his wet lips, and you’re too blinded by his radiance to notice the rotten roots of his happiness, the utter wrongness of it all. You’d follow recklessly on whatever path he makes, trailing after him like a lost puppy without any thought. 

“That’s my good girl—my best girl, actually.” He rewards you with several sweet kisses, pushing up your sweater to give your tummy some love, he trails up higher until your sweater is above your breasts. 

You rise towards his comforting touch, biting your bottom lip as he lightly tugs and twists your nipple. He massages your tit, squeezing it gently in his fist while swirling his tongue over your hard nipple. “Have you ever been kissed?”

Your heart thumps loudly, almost muting his low voice. “N-No.” 

Curtis cocks his head, blue eyes gleaming fondly, “I’ll make it special for you, honey, but no one can know. I’ll take you out, treat you real nice, and make it like one of those cheesy movies you love so much.”

“Will you?”

“I’ll do anything for you.” He speaks with so much conviction you don’t care about keeping it a secret, a part of you knew how wrong this was, but you’d give up everything before giving up Curtis. 

Your hands fall to the back of his neck as you go slack onto the pillows, his chain is cold against your palm, a stark contrast to his heated skin. 

“I love you so much, baby.” He kisses down your body until he’s snug between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit, “and Daddy loves you too, pretty button.”

Your face heats up hotter than the sun as burning desire prickles at your skin, he’s gazing lovingly at your most private spot, and talking to it. That only makes you want him more.  

“You like when I play with your button, baby?” Curtis asks, speeding up and adding pressure, “You’ve never felt this way before, huh?”

Your eyes water out of pure want and overwhelming pleasure. Your previous highs give you tunnel vision, putting your senses in overdrive. Everything feels unbearably stronger, even his breath on your throbbing centre. “N-No.” 

“Never even touched yourself?”

“I’ve had dreams—and woke up sticky, but no.” Even though you can’t remember any of those dreams, you know they’re nothing like this. The heat, desire and pure debauchery are new territories for you, those dirty dreams were just messy blurs but now Curtis is the one to make you feel all those things. 

He growls, growing harder at the fact of being the first to taste you and to touch you like this. “You want my mouth on your clit again?” He asks lowly. “You want daddy to suck and lick your pretty, puffy clit, honey?”

“Y-Yes, but please be gentle… it’s really tingly.” 

His tongue swipes over his lips, “But I think she wants me to be rough.” He pulls back the hood, spitting down, “she wants me to be mean. That’s why she’s all tingly.”

“Re—” You’re cut off by a whine when he licks the exposed nerves, “Really?”

“Really.” He echos, “your body wants to be ruined, used and stretched around me. This ass and soaked cunt want to be pumped full of my cum, and this fuckin’ clit—she wants me to make you cry ‘cause it feels too good.” His mouth waters as you swell up before his eyes, the smallest stimulation makes your sore button fill with blood, “But that’s a good kind of cryin’ for a good kind of hurt.”

He laps over your petals before latching onto your clit, suckling harshly while his thumb circles your virgin hole. He digs deeper until his facial hair rubs into you, coarse and prickly against your delicate folds. You whimper, caught between grinding against his face and crawling away, bouncing between pain and pleasure. 

He pulls back with a deep breath, he could suffocate himself with you and it’d be a joyous end. “Doesn’t it feel good when I’m mean? When I just bully your cunt like I hate it?” When you don’t respond, he glances up to see that lost glazed over your eyes and the stupidest look on your face. 

Peaceful is what he’d call it, peacefully divine—but he doesn’t want you peaceful, he wants you ruined and crying, weeping his name like a prayer, he wants you to plead for salvation, a fucking break, just so he can say no. 

“Don’t you like it when I do this?” A harsh slap lands on your clit, making your legs flail before he hooks them over his broad shoulders. Prying you open for his ruthless touch, he spits on his thumb then harshly rubs your bundle. “Or when I do this?” He pinches your button meanly and rolls it between his fingers. “Dumb little sister, you like when your big brother is a damn bully, huh?”

“Yes, I do!” You mewl, unable to lie still as the elastic in your belly tightens painfully, stretching you so thin you could shatter with a breeze. “I-I do, I love it so much, da–ddy!” 

You’re so pretty when you cry. 

“That’s right, you just gotta remember that daddy always knows best.” He dives forward and messily tongues at your creamy hole, eagerly swiping up any juices you have to offer. “Wanna know a secret?” He suckles, pressing deep between your folds and shaking his head, burning your sore skin with his beard. “The puffier it is, the better it tastes.” 

He thrusts his tongue in your hole while rubbing your clit, the bottom half of his face is a mess. Your previous orgasms and his spit coating his beard and down his chin, your cream collecting around his swollen lips. You aren’t any better, hot tears streaming down your face and drool seeping out of the corner of your lips dumbly. 

You can barely think—your mind is flooded with him, his smell, his soft bed under you, and his touch. 

“Have you ever squirted before?” He asks, but all you can utter are incoherent words, he takes the benefit of the doubt and settles on a squeaky pathetic no. “Fuck, are you gonna make a stupid mess on daddy’s bed, dumb baby? Gonna get me all dirty, fuckin’ soak me with juices from this virgin cunt?”

You make confused noises, stuttering out his name between heaving breaths as the wave builds and builds, threatening to crash over and flood you from the inside out. 

Curtis grins madly, eating up every one of your helpless mewls, bullying your sensitive nerves with his thumb as if you’re his damn controller. “It’s okay, honey, your body is gonna thank me for being so mean.” 

You squeal so loudly that your voice cracks, breaking off into mindless babbles as you squirt, your orgasm shooting out into Curtis’ awaiting mouth. His torturous touch on your swollen bundle never yields and only gets more intense. 

You’re caught between horrified and amazed as Curtis ferociously sucks your burning clit, prolonging your orgasm until you try to get away. He pulls you back and secures your quivering thighs around his head. He’s merciless and dives forward, roughly tonguing your pulsating bundle until much weaker, final spurts escape your body. 

He doesn’t stop until you’re a quivering mess, covered in your arousal, sweat and his saliva. Even then, he spits down on your thoroughly ruined pussy with your juices that still filled his mouth. He meets your watery gaze, flashing you a wide smile. “You okay, honey?”

“That—Is that it?”

“It doesn’t have to be.” He raises to his knees, your juices shining in his beard and around his lips. “But I don’t want you to get overwhelmed, I know that was a lot.” And he didn’t even kiss you yet. 

“But you… doesn’t that hurt?” You blink down at his hard bulge, your legs still spread wide with your wetness seeping into his bedsheets. “I don’t want you to hurt.”

“So fuckin’ sweet.” He exhales, cupping your cheek. “You can watch me, okay?” He tugs down his sweatpants and boxers with one swoop, and his cock smacks into his lower abs, flushed an angry red and leaking pre cum from the mushroom tip and down the prominent veins. “Just spread your legs and keep looking at me.” 

You subconsciously lick your lips, spreading your legs wide as he crawls forward on his knees, squeezing his thick base.

“Good girl, why don’t you spread your pretty pussy for me too?” His jaw tightens under his beard, eyes bouncing between your dazed face and your ruined clit, “show daddy your puffy button so I can come on it.” 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.

You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.

You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.

Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.

You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.

You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.

It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.

Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.

It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.

“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”

He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.

“Can I have some–”

He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.

“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”

He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.

“Oh! I like your earring–”

“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.

You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.

“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”

“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”

He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.

“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.

“Yeah…” you agree thinly.

“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”

You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.

Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.

[krirebr]

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

Curtis + bound wrists + “Mmm such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you?”

This took me forever, but between being sick at the beginning of the week and work kicking my ass at the end, it took a while to get to a point where I could string multiple sentences together. 😂😭 But we're finally here. I'm a little afraid this is only half a hoe thot, but it's already over 600 words and I kind of like ending it where I did. This is my contribution to the Curtis successfully takes the snowpiercer and deserves a reward trope. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for playing with me!!

Warnings: dark elements, bondage, forced public nudity, threats of and implied non-con, explicit language, 18+ - MINORS DNI

Your wrists were bound with rope in front of you as you were led into the meatpacking car, wearing what you’d been sleeping in, a short nightgown. You shivered, partly out of fear and partly because it was freezing in this part of the train, nothing like the warmth you’d always had in your private compartment near the front. A group of tail-enders flanked you. They’d barged into your room in the middle of the night. They’d overpowered you, tied up your hands, and then dragged you out. You weren’t sure how long you’d walked or what was happening. The whole train seemed to be in chaos.

One of the tail-enders pushed you to the car's center towards a large man wearing a dark overcoat and a wool beanie on his head. Animal carcasses hung all around him, in the process of being butchered. He had sharp blue eyes and an intense stare that he fixed on you, like you were the most prime cut of meat in there. You tried to hold your ground but the man pushing you forward was stronger than you were. 

The blue-eyed man reached above himself and pulled down a large hook on a chain suspended from the ceiling. The men on either side of you grabbed your bound hands, raising them above your head. You tried to flail away, scream for help, but it was no use. The rope around your wrists was placed on the hook, which was then raised until you were balancing on your tip toes. 

The large man, who was clearly in charge, stood right in front of you. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and gritty. “My name is Curtis. This train is mine now.”

That could not possibly be. That wasn’t how things worked here. “What?? Where’s Wilford?!” you shouted.

He chuckled. “I killed him,” he said, plainly. 

You tried to recoil or thrash or something but suspended how you were, all you could really do was sort of sway.

“Life is about to change drastically for all you front-enders, but for you most of all.”

 “What? What are you talking about? Why me? I didn’t do anything!” you protested.

He nodded calmly. “Yes,” he said, “I’m sure that’s true. I’m sure you did a whole lot of nothing while my people suffered in ways you can’t imagine for seventeen years.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up. You couldn’t help it. You felt like you were still asleep. Maybe you were. Maybe this was just a nightmare. 

“What are you going to do to me?” you whimpered.

“I saw you, you know,“ he said, instead of answering your question. “I had to pass through the club car to get to the front. And there you were, dancing away like you didn’t have a care in the world. And I thought to myself, ‘That’s what I’ll deserve if I make it through this.’”

All you could do was look at him, confused.

“Oh honey,” he said, reaching out with one finger to brush away a tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen. “What am I going to do to you? Whatever I want. You’re my reward.”

In the moment it took you even to start to process what he’d said, he tore your nightgown away. He took one of your now bare breasts in his large hand and squeezed it cruelly, tweaking your nipple. You jolted at his touch, whining despite yourself. 

“Mmm, such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you? That’s ok,” he said, with a sharklike grin that both terrified you and went straight to your core, “I’ll make sure you get used to it real fast.”

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hello! i love your writing so much so i was wondering if you could write the gang with an S/O whose afraid of the dark? like they cannot sleep without some form of light due to anxiety of sorts? thanks!!

A/N: Thanks for the request, many many apologies for the long wait. I hope you don't mind, I did a "Would Include" format for these, it's just the way it worked out. Hope you enjoy!

- Darry always holds your hand when you two are walking around town and it gets dark, if you have to walk through any alleyways, you can just hold onto your superman and close your eyes, he’ll get you through it safe and sound. Just tell him you wanna leave the lights on when the two of you get ready for bed, he won’t think twice about it. He’ll leave on the lights and draw you in for a tight hug, wrapping you in his arms and promising nothing’s going to get to you while he’s around.

- Light? Sure thing, honey, Sodapop will leave the door ajar, the blinds open, the lights on, whatever you ask him to do. Sodapop is a heavy sleeper, at least I think so, and he’s just over the moon to have you next to him. If you get scared? Just cuddle up with him, listen to the sound of his heart beat and take a few deep breaths, Sodapop will gently draw shapes over the back of your shoulders and hold you close.

- I don’t think Ponyboy would mind if you told him that you’d rather leave the lamp on, or keep the door cracked so the light from the hallway spills into the room just a bit. I think he did the same thing, just after his parents died. He doesn’t mind having a little bit of light, especially if it makes you happier. Really, Pony won’t mind as long as you’re laying next to him, he’s content to do whatever you need to do. If you’re happy, he’s happy.

- Dallas may be a bit of an asshole when you let slip to him that you’re afraid of the dark, that you can’t sleep without some sort of light on. But don’t dismiss him quite yet, I promise it’s cute. Dally leaves the blinds open. He hates that the neon light from Buck’s sign filters into the room, but it gives just enough light for you to be comfortable. He figures he could get used to it, especially when he sees how pretty you are, sound asleep and softly lit by the colors of the neon.

- I guess the both of you are in the same boat, Johnny’s not too keen on the dark either. With the way his life is at home, he tends to get a little jumpy, and shadows are no exceptions. I doubt you’d be doing much sleeping over at his, but if he spends the night at yours, or if the two of you crash at the Curtis’, I think he’d be more than okay with you leaving on a light or two.

- I think Steve would be a little thrown off by your request at first, or more concerned about your reaction when he flicks the lights off, but I don’t think he’d be bothered by leaving the light. Steve makes me think of the kind of guys who work so hard during the day, they pretty much hit the pillow and it’s lights out for them. Leaving the lights aren’t going to bother him in the slightest, I can promise you that sweetheart.

- Thinking he’s funny, Two-Bit will offer up his little sister’s night-light when you come over to spend the night at his house. When you seem relieved by this, he might give you an odd look, thrown-off by your request, before plugging it into the wall and letting the warm yellow light shine through his room. He won’t mind, but he might make a few jokes about your little fear, hyping up whatever nonexistent things might be waiting for you in the shadows before hugging you close and kissing your temple to calm you down as he apologizes.

- Who knew Tulsa’s worst, big and bad Tim Shepard, would find himself involved with someone afraid of things that go bump in the night? Tim’s more than alright with leaving a light on for you, and whoever has something to say about it, will answer to him. His only concern is making sure you feel safe and have a warm bed to sleep in with him. Leaving on a lamp won’t bother him in the slightest.

- If you want to leave the light on, I promise Curly won’t mind. I think he’d have to get used to it? I think he’s probably a light sleeper, not as bad as his brother, but still sensitive to things going on around him when he’s asleep. The extra brightness might take some time to get used to, but Curly won’t care, I promise.

[kamii-2]

Maybe a Curtis sister (younger than Ponyboy) always getting herself into some trouble.

Like idk maybe one day she gets into a fist fight at school and Darry’s gotta come pick her up from school because of it and he’s pissed/disappointed. But turns out she had a good reason for fighting

hi anon, this one is a bit short (i’m so sorry) but i still hope you enjoy!! i’m making this in third person omniscient and curtis sister is her own character

warnings: cussing, punching, blood, crying, yelling (?), homophobia

pairings: darry x curtis sister

genre: angst and fluff

not proofread 💪

so ive decided (with the help on a friend) that curtis sisters name is nova melanie curtis and her nickname is honey, also since this is curtis sister, she is gonna be sodas age bc they’re twins

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nova was at her locker getting stuff for 3rd hour. she was getting ready to shut her locker when someone came up next to her. “hey nova,” the girl said to her. “hey, do i know you?” nova said while squinting slightly. “no, but i know you.” the girl said with a smirk, nova got a bad feeling from this girl. she didn’t know why but she did not want to be by her any longer. she closed her locker and walked to class. the girl followed her, “come back, we need to talk” nova side eyed her and said, “no we dont.” nova started to walk faster, the girl did the same and got in front of her to cut her off.

“cmon nova, just listen to me” she girl insisted, trying to contain a smirk. “what do you want” nova said as she sighed in defeat. “i heard some rumors about you, saying you were a dyke and wanted to know if they were true” nova froze up and her eyes went wide. she didn’t tell anybody about her being gay. i mean she was constantly checking out girls but she didn’t think anybody would notice. “what? no, i’m not gay” nova said trying to act as normal as possible. “well that’s not what susan told me.” the other girl responded. “susan is delusional,” nova said while walking around the girl. “stupid dyke stop walk away from me!” the girl said as she grabbed nova. nova spun around and punched the girl so hard she fell, the girl screamed as novas fist hit her face. nova immediately ran to the bathroom, washing the blood off her knuckles.

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nova was currently in the office waiting for darry to come pick her up. she was sort of nervous for the outcome of this whole situation, she had no idea how darry would react.

after about 5 more minutes of waiting, darry came and he was angry. he told nova to go to the car and she just knew it was gonna be bad. she went to the car and thought about what she was gonna tell him. she didn’t think the reason she punched a girl so hard she fell and started to bleed was good enough, especially to darry. she thought about she would have to come out to him. she was extremely nervous. darry came out of the school, he was mad. he got in the car and tried to calm himself down before he talked to you, which didn’t work. “why the fuck would you punch someone? now you’re suspended.” darry yelled as he started the car. nova didn’t know what to say, she was scared to tell him why she punched her. she didn’t want to come out.

darry got more and more angry the longer he waited for her to answer. nova sighed and started to speak, “she was messing with me.” nova said in a whisper, she had tears in her eyes. “that is not a good reason to almost break someone’s nose.” darry replied, trying hard to not yell. “yes the fuck it is darry.” nova said slightly raising her voice, darry drove to the side of the road and parked the car. “who the fuck are you talking to like that?” he questioned nova, “you, darry, you! you don’t even know what really happened and you’re yelling at me and expect me to not yell back. please just drive home and we can talk about there.” nova answered, she knew she had to come out to him now. “what’s the fucking full story? i’ll start the car when you tell the story” he said while leaning back on the seat and getting comfortable. “i’ll speak when you start the car and go home” nova replied while leaning back with him and looking him dead in the eyes.

they stayed like that for about 2 minutes before darry gave up and started the car and went home. nova was still nervous, she was thinking of all the ways he could react to her coming out. he could kick her out, hit her, or worse. the rest of the car ride was silent, but darry was still fuming with anger.

once they got home, nova immediately got out and went inside to sit on the couch, she was on the verge of tears. darry walked in a little bit after her, “so, what’s the fully story?” darry said in an angry tone. nova was too scared to speak, if she were to open her mouth then she might cry. “the reason i punched the girl was because she was being homophobic to me, someone told her i was gay and she was calling me a dyke and grabbing me and bothering me.” darry stayed quiet after she said that. darry felt bad for yelling at her and making her feel like she can’t tell him anything.

the longer he didn’t answer, the more closer to crying nova got. “nova, i-i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for making you feel like you can’t tell me anything.” he sat next to nova and hugged her as she cried. “it’s okay darry, it’s not your fault. nobody else knows.” nova said while sniffling. they pulled away and darry was kind of tearing up. “how long am i suspended for?” nova asked while wiping her tears. “a week, and you grounded for a week too.” darry responded, standing up to go in the kitchen. “what?” nova exclaimed.

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i really hope you guys enjoy this!! i’m so sorry it came out so late, but have a good day/night, love you all 💋💋

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

For Curtis and Honey please 🥺🥰

7.How often do they say I love you?

Curtis smiles happily. "Now that we've shared that with one another, several times a day. It's important for me... You just never know what life has in store for you."

Honey leans into him supportively, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Everyday, I want to give my love freely, including telling him."

12. Do they have a difficult time being separated from each other or are they fairly independent?

Honey shrugs. " I feel like we are both pretty independent, but choose to spend our time together, because we want to. Like when Curtis takes off camping or hiking on his own for a few days, I don't feel the need to have him constantly check in."

"Same, whatever Honey wants to do without me, I have no problem with. I of course miss her, but it's good. Makes that reunion all that much better." Curtis smirks and Honey hides her face with a laugh.

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos?

Curtis very enthusiastically. "Absolutely!" Turns to Honey. "What are we getting?"

Honey laughs. "Looks like that's a yes. What we would get, I'm not sure yet. We would have to talk about it, even though I feel like it's gonna be my decision."

Thank you so much for the ask!

[imaginedreamwrite]

Oh! For the monday ask game; playful and intimate with mousey and curtis for picture #3.

Don’t forget about the bake sale for the field trip! At least a dozen baked goods of any one kind would be greatly appreciated! — Miss Steeves

Curtis had taken the task upon himself to try and bake for Theo & James kindergarten class, the endless list of what he could make was cut short and dwindled down to the essentials.

He had greatly overestimated the task of baking something as simple as cupcakes or sugar cookies, overwhelmed by the demands and requests of his twins. They didn’t, or couldn’t, decide on a flavour and design, they wanted both cupcakes and sugar cookies, they wanted them cut out into shapes or decorated on the top.

Curtis had caved before he even attempted to add the first ingredient, calling on the better man for the job. He was elated to see you coming back to the house after you’d been given the weekend off, armed to the teeth with baking supplies. Curtis had been made aware that he was lacking in more than one sense when you’d taken the ingredients out of your shopping bags and lined them up.

“A big biker like you doesn’t know how to bake? I am shook.” You teased and yelped when he smacked your ass playfully, warning you about your hissy attitude.

“Boys,” you addressed Theo & James with the same honey laced kindness as always, helping them slip on an apron, “you have to listen, right?”

“Yes mama!” James bounced on his heels, adhering the distinguishing title to you with pride. “What’s first?”

Curtis noticed the way your heart melted, reflected through your eyes, and you’d moved onto the task at hand to avoid simpering. You first directed the twins to the cookbook you’d brought from home, telling them to choose between one or the other, a decision that was made faster than he anticipated.

“Daddy’s gonna help too.” Their tugged on his hand, urging him to step beside you. “What can daddy do, mama?”

“Can you crack eggs without getting shells in?” You teased him, nudging your hip against his. “With your big hands-”

“Mousey,” Curtis leaned in to growl playfully in your ear, “you have no idea what these hands are capable of.”

“Well…” you nibbled down on your bottom lip and, brashly for you, pushed a little more. “…I’d like to know someday.”

Curtis whacked the eggs against the counter, carefully and perfectly splitting the shell. He held them above the bowl and dumped the eggs into the mixture, all while keep his eyes on you. It was a test, a challenge of sorts, to see who would bend first.

“You will, I promise.” He tossed the eggs into the trash and drew his hand toward your chin, wiping flour from you. “What’s next, master chef?”

“Mixing.” You spoke airily, turning your attention to Theo & James. “Carefully, try not to spill.”

You had to turn away from Curtis, he knew your bashful nature wouldn’t allow you to remain under his direct eye contact. He watched you turn toward his sons, he watched you explain the process with gentility and patience.

Even when the chosen confections were made and set out to cool, he watched you. He helped you clean up the mess while the twins went off to play, and when then moment was right he had made his move.

“Mousey,” he enveloped your waist with his strong thick arms, “thank you for today.”

His lips grazed the shell of your ear, he felt you quiver in his hold. Curtis couldn’t stop the smirk, he couldn’t stop the feeling of unhindered elation as you melted into his hold.

“I would do anything for them,” you whispered, turning your head to rest your chin against him as best as you could, “and you, Curtis. I would….do whatever-”

“Go on a date with me, Mousey. Dinner.” He hummed in your ear, slowly swaying you to his own made up tune. “Dinner tomorrow, just you and I.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but your answer came quick. “Yes.”

[dc418writes]

•Where’s the Love?•

✨Pairing✨: fighter!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Little Anya has some beef with her father

⚠️: pretty much all tooth rotting fluff, a couple bad language words, mentions of verbal abuse

A/N🎙️: this is based off an Instagram video I saw (that I wish I had the link for but I do not🥲), and I hope you guys like it!

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found in Pinterest*

“Are you..Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately being handed a box and bouquet of pink and white daisies. “W-wait, what’s-?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy,” the deliverer sighs sounding less than enthused as she journeys back to her van. Closing the door with your foot, a smile graces your lips already knowing it couldn’t be from anyone but Curtis.

I know we agreed no presents this year, but I couldn’t resist. I saw the flowers walking to the gym and all I could think about was you. I know, so cliche right? But it’s true.

I’m uh..you know I’m not the best at this, but you and babygirl are literally my world and I know I’ve been gone a lot, which sucks, but I just wanna make sure y’all are good. That we’re good.

Hopefully I can see you soon, and give my baby plenty of kisses for me. -Love, Curtis

“Presents?!,” a small voice gasps as her little feet patter into the kitchen next to you.

“Yea mamas look,” you smile lifting her to rest on your hip so she could clearly see everything. “Daddy bought a cake for us for Valentine’s Day! Looks yummy right?”

“Mhm!” Her chipper mood seems to fall though noticing only your name on the pretty bouquet resting on the counter.

“What’s wrong buggie?”

“Only your flowers. Not mine.”

“Aw Anya, they’re just as much yours as they are mine.” She’s not too happy with your answer though, remaining quiet as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t we call daddy so you two can talk, yea?”

Reaching for your phone, it doesn’t take long for him to answer your call after you’ve dialed. Lips brightly stretched wide and face dripping sweat, he clearly had just finished his training session as he sits near the wide window and the sun’s rays shine behind him.

“There’s my girls! You like your surprise?”

“We did. Thank you honey it was really sweet, but uh Anya wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up babygirl?” Sitting down on the couch, you’re able to angle your screen so he can see the pout and disappointed look on your three-year-old’s face. Her deep brown curls fighting for attention as they fall near her hazel eyes.

His frown mimics her own hearing her little sniffles as she wipes her eye. “Why so sad?”

“No flowers..”

That confuses him at first until it dawns on him, making him softly sigh scratching the back of his neck with his still taped hand.

He didn’t purposely mean to hurt his little girl and make her feel left out. Curtis genuinely thought she’d be more excited about the cake - having a sweet tooth so big, it’d make Willy Wonka himself gasp - than flowers she couldn’t do anything with. Clearly he was mistaken.

“You don’t love me?,” she asks with watery eyes that further break his heart.

“Of course I love you Anya. In fact, I love you past the farthest star in the sky. You know how much that is?”

She gently shakes her head now sitting up beside you.

“It’s so much, I can’t even hold my arms out wide enough to show you,” he smiles chuckling at her shocked expression and the little “wow” that leaves her mouth. “I’m sorry I made you sad though. Daddy’s gonna make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Anya nods.

“Now, gimme the knockout.” Instantly, she’s flashing her biggest, widest smile before giggling at Curtis’ dramatic display of clutching his chest and flailing backwards. It was one of their many cute daddy-daughter antics that never failed to make you smile and, in turn, miss him even more.

At the sight of his agent impatiently tapping his watch with a slew of photographers and journalists behind him, Curtis sighs trying to put on a brave face for his family. “I’m doing this for my girls,” he silently reminds himself. Giving them the life they deserve.

“Alright I gotta go. Be good for mommy.”

“Comin’ home today?!,” she asks with that adorable tilt of her head making some of her coils spring up and down.

“N-No, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” He doesn’t miss the disappointment and hurt that flashes across her face. The one on yours either. “I’m gonna see if I can make something happen though.”

“Okay, give daddy kisses. He still has work to do,” you sigh trying not to let the underlying heartbreak take over your tone. Watching the both of them leave a peck on the screen alleviates the pain a bit, but not enough for you to forget.

“Do I get kisses from mommy too?,” Curtis asks with that boyish smirk that’s worked on you since high school. The slight tilt of his head reminding you of sitting in the back of that library all those years ago.

“Sure. The moment you walk through that door.” Your innocent smile has him chuckling.

“Cmon Dex, ya gonna leave me like that?” Your silence as you smooth your daughter’s hair out of her face pretending to ignore him makes a smug grin appear on his as if he had something up his sleeve. “Alright then. I still love you though.”

You try, but it’s impossible to hide your smile when his blue eyes look at you like that. Like you were his world filled with peace and all the good he ever could’ve asked for.

“Love you too.”

“Love you daddy!,” Anya grins one last time before giving him another kiss he happily “grabs” to place on his lips.

“I love you! I’ll talk to you later okay?” The small apartment is quiet again after saying your final goodbyes and hanging up with Curtis. Both you and little Anya leaning on each other still sat on the couch wishing he was home.

“You know what? We should have a girls day. Nails, a little shopping-,”

“Ice cream!!,” Anya excitedly shouts jumping into your arms and giving you a much needed laugh and cuddles.

“Of course.” Anything to get away from that apartment. “Cmon let’s get ready.”

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Hey. Hate we couldn’t talk tonight, but I know you’re busy (sent 8:29 pm)

Hopefully we can hear your voice tomorrow💕(sent 8:30 pm)

Love you, and get some rest 💋(sent 8:30 pm)

Staring at your phone, you wonder if you should still call so he could at least say goodnight to Anya. It was part of their routine and he never missed it - much to his agent’s displeasure. He even tried to make a “no calls after eight” rule after he happened to overhear one of your late night conversations, but of course - ever the rebel - Curtis told him where he could shove that rule.

“Jammies mommy.” Standing in her fairy themed, light green pajamas she twirls with a wide smile before bouncing on the balls of her tiny feet.

“Look at you! You put them on all by yourself,” you smile sweeping your giggling daughter into your arms to kiss all over her face. “I’m proud of you.”

“Next, call daddy for goodnights!”

“No not tonight buggie. Daddy’s a bit-,”

The knocks at the front door startle you both definitely not expecting any visitors at this time of night.

“Mom-,”

“Shh sweetie,” you whisper holding her tight as you wait for whatever was to come next. Hopefully nothing.

Another knock follows soon after, further increasing your heart rate for who could be on the other side. With your boyfriend’s not so squeaky clean past, you can only hope it’s merely a person at the wrong door.

“Wait here okay?,” you softly instruct Anya leaving a kiss to the top of her head as your sock covered feet slowly pad to the door. Attempting to peek out the peephole, you’re only met with darkness from it being covered.

Whoever was there clearly didn’t want you seeing them until they said so.

“Who is it?”

“Open and find out.”

The all too familiar voice has relief sweeping over your body as your fingers work to unlatch all the locks. Silently, you curse your landlord for having so many installed rather than investing in a proper security system, or guard at least.

Eventually you open the door to his muscular form leaning against the doorframe. His blue eyes clearly tired, but so happy to see his girl again. He barely gets a foot inside before your lips are on his; holding him close with your fists clutching the front of his gray hoodie.

“I see the attitude’s gone,” he jokes before pecking your lips once more and along your jaw.

“Curtis what-,”

“Daddy?!,” your daughter squeals peeking from the couch to make sure she heard you correctly. Her face brightens as Curtis kneels smiling just as wide as her. “Hi Daddy!”

You move just in time as Anya runs right into his chest wrapping her small arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too baby girl.” He plants kisses to her temple and all along her face making her giggle from his ticklish facial hair. “Hey I got something for ya.”

From behind his back he holds out a small bouquet of colorful roses that instantly makes her gasp before briefly going outside to bring in a dark brown teddy bear big enough for her to sleep on if she wanted. It makes both of you chuckle the way she bounces on her toes and claps unable to contain her excitement.

“You like it mamas?”

“Mhm!,” she nods tightly hugging her new toy. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome, but Anya I really want you to listen to what daddy’s about to say...” At his slightly more authoritative tone, she lets go of her furry friend to stand in front of Curtis squatting down to be at her level. Her tiny hands nervously wringing around each other behind her back and big eyes staring up at her father patiently waiting for what was to come.

“Gifts does not measure amount of love, okay?,” he begins holding out his hands for her to grab. “Yes it’s a nice way to show someone how much you care for them, but it’s also not the only way either. Understand?”

There’s a pause before she hesitantly nods her head of curls. “Yes…you still love me.”

“I’ll always love you. And daddy’s sorry again for hurting your feelings.”

“S’okay,” she smiles placing a sweet kiss on his cheek and giving him another quick hug. “Now, help please.”

She returns to her bear trying to tug it’s arm toward the hall, but it only moves a couple inches making her huff in frustration.

“Of course baby girl,” he chuckles. “I got you.”

-

It’s nearly 11 when Curtis carefully enters your shared bedroom. After placing George the bear - how his daughter came up with George he didn’t know - in the corner near her closet, Anya of course wanted Curtis to read her a story. One then turned into two, which then led to catching him up on everything at daycare with auntie Max.

Well, to the best she could that is. Just turning three not too long ago, clearly communicating was still a challenge at times. But he didn’t mind - he thought it was adorable honestly - and sat on the floor beside her bed listening intently to every word until she talked herself to sleep.

“Everything went okay?”

“Yea, she’s completely out,” he replies. A smirk forms along his lips - and a giggle escapes yours - as he crawls over your relaxed body lying in bed. His nose gently taps against yours before your mouths collide for the second time tonight. This time more passionate, showing just how much you missed each other.

You can tell there’s more behind it though.

Pulling away, your thumb slowly grazes along his cheekbone taking in the fading bruise that was nearly gone, but still needed a day or two to heal. Your face unknowingly shows your disapproval making Curtis peck the inside of your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“I know. Still don’t like it though.”

He lowly chuckles leaning down to nibble along the column of your neck. “I know Dex.”

“So how long do we get with you? I know Simon didn’t okay your field trip.”

“Simon can kiss my ass. He doesn’t control me, I’m a grown man,” he retorts in a grumble while lifting his head that only causes you to roll your eyes. Why didn’t he just get rid of him if he hated him so much?

“I don’t wanna think about that alright? Lemme focus on my girl.” Your hand blocks anymore kisses he tries to distract you with sitting up to have more control if he dared try.

“Don’t.”

He sighs in defeat before lying on his back with long arms stretched over his head. A small bit of his lower abs and happy trail peeking from his hoodie and shirt rising. “…I gotta be to the airport in a couple hours.”

Yes it hurt, but you already suspected as much simply nodding as you slide closer to him. “Did you tell Anya?”

“Yea, s’why bedtime took longer.” He debated against it, not wanting to see that excitement fade from her beautiful face and tears well up in her eyes so similar to yours. But if not then with him, it’ll be left for you to deal with in the morning. Admittedly an unfair cop out on his part.

“Curtis…are you sure this is what you want?,” you whisper. He’s quiet, slowly blinking at the ceiling as he scratches at his scruff in reflective thought. Truthfully, he wondered that himself at times while landing blow after blow to the black punching bag. Or on his daily night jog where his thoughts boomed louder than the music in his ears.

“It’s all I know. All I’m good for.”

“That’s not true.” He snorts at that, turning to look at you with a disbelieving grin.

“Y/N, you of all people know-,”

“Know your past? Know the dark stuff that’s always lurking? Yea I was there, but that’s not all you are baby.”

It’s hard for him to believe that with his father’s gravely voice plaguing his mind at the most inopportune times.

“Just like your old man. All you bring is pain and destruction,” he darkly chuckles before taking a swig from his trusty flask he’s had since Curtis could remember. Probably earlier than that.

“Too bad your brother had to find that out the hard way huh?”

Your thumb grazing over the cut in his dark eyebrow brings him back, now focused on you and your soft smile.

“Where’d you go?”

“It’s..uh..it’s late. You should get some rest.”

Watching your expression change to quizzical, Curtis already knows what’s coming next.

“I only have…an hour and a half left with you. I’m not spending that time asleep unless you’re sleeping with me. If not, then I guess we’re both gonna be up,” you confidently respond. Playfully rolling his eyes, he sucks his teeth as he taps his pec signaling you to join him - which you happily oblige draping your leg over his hips with a giddy curl to your full lips.

“Damn you’re stubborn,” he chuckles lightly rubbing along your thigh and it’s adjoining cheek.

“I’ve been told.”

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part One

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

A/N: It's here!

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Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part One – The Boss 

Welcome to Concord.  An up-and-coming town outside of Boston.  Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street.  It’s a quiet town.  An unassuming town.  A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it.  This town, Concord, is Curtis Everett’s town. 

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“Anna, come back to me.”  A man slept in his bed, tossing and turning, reliving an old nightmare.  

Four Years Prior... 

Curtis’s POV 

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?” 

I could see that my wife is exasperated with me. “Honey, it's just to see my parents and back. One weekend. You can last one weekend with the kids.” She took in my grumpy face and smiled. “Curtis, I would take them with me but...” 

“I know, it's for their safety,” I grumble.  Anna giggles at me.  I love that she giggles at me. Her big scary mob husband. 

My name is Curtis Everett, head of the Everett family of Concord, mob boss and King of this town just outside of Boston. Most people would consider me a scary sight.  Tall, brooding with a buzz cut, beard and piecing blue eyes that, more than a few people have said, seemed to be able to suck out your soul. I took over for my dad a couple of years ago. My business in the city is protection, that everyone paid, gambling, which Sherrif Bodecker turned a blind eye to for a fee, and clubs, strip or otherwise.  I ruled with a ruthlessness that could make a man piss himself.  

But I know my place. I have four other equals that answer to a higher power.  

But in my town, Concord, I am the head of our town, the law, the savior and the devil.  

I only have three weaknesses in the entire world: my wife and children. I just don’t like being away from you, sweetheart. 

“I know, my love, but daddy is sick, and momma just needs a break for a few days.” Standing on the curb at the airport, Anna Everett knows me very well. Her big, surly, bossy of a mob boss is truly a teddy bear underneath, she would tell her mother.  Her father had been the same until he had stepped down to her brother.  She married into the Everett family to tighten the alliance between families from Chicago and Boston, so she was well versed in protection and sacrifice. It was just chance that Anna and I had met in college before and were already in love when the alliance was made. I still think that Dad and my father-in-law set us up, hoping that Anna and I falling in love, would be the outcome. 

I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her forehead. “I know. Just hurry back to me, Mrs. Everett. I love you.”  

“I love you, Mr. Everett.” She kissed him slowly and passionately. “Take care of my babies.”  

“Always.”   

I’ve been in love with that woman since freshman year in college.  I saw her for the first time at the coffee cart, her long blonde hair pushed away from her face with a blue head band and green eyes enhanced with glasses. She had been laughing with her girlfriends, looking so naturally happy; it was love at first sight. It took two weeks for me to work the courage to ask her out. I had never drunk so much coffee in those two weeks. Cup after cup, waiting for the moment, hoping it would be the day until I saw her again. When I approached her, she blushed from the attention.  Her hair was up that day, her glasses on top of her head. “Hi,” I said. She smiled and I was a goner.  

I asked her to lunch and from that day, we were inseparable. We had never been away from each other for more than a day in 10 years. I watched as Anna walked through the terminal and security. She turned around and waved, blowing me a kiss.  I caught it and kissed my hand, waving goodbye.  

It would be the last time I would ever see her.  

Present... 

I jolted awake from the dream. Every once in a while, I would still dream of that last day with Anna. How much I wished I had insisted she fly private instead of commercial, forced her to stay home and fly her parents to us, so she didn’t have to leave.  

You’re supposed to grow old with the love of your life. 

Raise your children and then watch them raise their own children.  Hold hands in the cold. Kiss in the rain. Dance in the sunshine. Make love in the moonlight. Live the life you had planned out.  

The love of your life is not supposed to die in a plane crash.  

Now I was left with two small children. The lights of my life. Joshua, my eight-year-old son, and Everly, my five-year-old girl, had grown up without their mother.  I wasn’t even sure if Everly remembered her at all. She had been just one when the accident occurred.  

I tried so much to keep her memory alive. Anna had been the best mother, the best wife, the best partner any man could have asked for, especially for the life I led. Being one of the five kings had its perks, of course, but it left my family in constant danger.  

I had the crash investigated for sabotage, but none was found. We took precautions when we traveled, made sure my wife flew under an assumed name because of her status.  Not just as my wife but also because she was the daughter of a former head of a family as well. The Monteleones were strong out in the Midwest and when Anna married me, I made a promise to her father that I would do anything to protect her. I would go in guns blazing if anyone dared tried to hurt my family.  My Anna. 

A plane crash was something I couldn’t predict. I couldn't control it. I couldn’t protect her from that.  

I failed. 

I sighed as I stretched and got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and then checked on my children.  Everly and Joshua still shared a nursery, but I knew it was time to let Joshua have his own room away from his little sister. I chuckled quietly when I saw Joshua half off the bed, tangled in his blankets, mouth slightly open. I shook my head and gently adjusted his son back into his bed, laying the blankets back over him. My daughter stirred slightly. “Daddy?” 

“Morning princess,” I whisper. “Shh, let's stay quiet to let brother sleep, ok?”  I picked up my little girl, a perfect duplicate of my Anna. She yawned and curled into my neck as I walked us downstairs. I sat in my chair by the fire, early November bringing a chill in the air, enjoying her cuddles into me as she woke up. “You want some breakfast, Evie?” She nodded and I carried her to the kitchen.  “Morning Ma.” 

Sylvia Everett smiled at her son and granddaughter. “Morning Curtis. Morning my Evie doll. I made cinnamon rolls. Just need to fry up some bacon.”  

“Thanks Ma.” I kissed her cheek and went to set up Everly in her booster and her colors. I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. “How’d you sleep Ma?” 

“Ok, I guess.  Still weird not to have your father next to me.” My dad had been diagnosis with cirrhosis of the liver.  They caught it pretty late, so there wasn’t much more we could do but make him comfortable until he passed.  It was hell for my mother. Her entire life had been devoted to my dad and now here she was, a widow, just like me.  

“I know Ma but its only been six months. It doesn’t get easier, you just get used to it.”  

Sylvia’s heart broke for her son again. While his father had died from illness, Anna was taken from then suddenly and that was crueler and harder. “I know, my boy.” She patted my hand. “What’s the plan for today?” 

I made a face. “I’ve got meetings today.”  

“With who?” She took as sip. Ma had been like a consigliere or counselor for my father as he grow the family business.  She would lend her advise from time to time but mostly she. supported my dad in any way she could. It had been unheard of in the old days, but my dad embraced it. Just like Anna, Ma was raised in this world and understood it better than my father sometimes. When I took over and Anna was gone, she did the same for me. I’m forever grateful that she stepped in to help me with my family.  

“Some guy from Jersey, Giovanni, I think. He’s looking for some help with something. Who knows, Anthony’s got all the details. I have a call with Barber and with Rogers. I’m hoping to get it all done before lunch so I can throw the ball around with Joshua. And Miss Everly has requested cupcakes.” I sighed. “Not sure how I’m going to pull that one off.”  

“You’re a good father Curtis.” Sylvia put her cup down. “I’ll make the batter for you and leave instructions.”  She played with her hand. “I did want to talk to you about something.”  

Concern flooded my body. “What is it Ma? You ok?” 

“I’m fine. It’s just,” she sighed, “I’ve been thinking about moving back to the Paris property.” 

I stopped mid sip. “You want to leave?” My head was spinning. Yes, I had been the head of our family for several years, having taken the reigns three years after we had got married from my father.  My father had developed a distaste for the family business and could no longer hold up the demands of being the Don. He had spent years training his only child to take over. And had great joy when I fell in love with the heiress of the Monteleone family. I took the reins, stepped in and the transition was smooth. Nothing kept the family down. Until the loss of my queen. “Ma...” 

"Son, you have done a terrific job raising your children and running the family business.”  

“Yes, because you have been here to help me.”  

“I know, but I would like to retire and enjoy my time now. I think you should hire a cook and a nanny for the children.”  

“But...” 

“Curtis, it’s not like I am asking you to fall in love again. I am asking you to find help while you work. It’s the best thing for all of us. I want to retire, enjoy the last years of my life.  I don’t have to stay at the Paris property forever, but I need time to grieve and resettle into my new life.” 

I couldn’t ignore her argument. She had been with me through my grief, taking care of my father when he was sick and helping raise my children.  She had earned the right to be a bit selfish and live in her favorite estate. I pulled her in for a hug. “You won’t leave until I find someone right?” 

“Of course, my son. I need to make sure they are the best fit for my grandchildren.”  

My mother is a smart woman. I didn’t delay. I took her advice seriously and found a chef for the house right away. Adam Jones had been highly recommended from Andrew Barber’s wife, who was a baker herself. He came in to interview and I found him direct and agreeable. “I have two small children and they usually will eat whatever I put in front of them, but you understand that there will be some aversion to things.”  

Adam nodded. “Of course, sir. I had a lot of time, working with children to know how to make the food great. What ages?” 

“Eight and five. My five-year-old is the one that can be the pickiest.”  

As I finished the sentence, Everly ran into the room. “Daddy, Joshie is trying to put a bug in my hair!” She climbed into my lap.  

“Evie, sweetheart, I’m in a meeting.”I saw Clint chase after her and stop but I waved him off to stand by the door.  Clint was my right hand and was protective of the children. We had been best friends since grade school and was the children’s godfather. He would wait until Everly came out to take her back to the yard.  

“But Daddy...” 

“It’s alright Mr. Everett,” Adam interrupted.  “Hi Evie, I’m Adam.”  

Everly, like every little girl who found a handsome man, became shy and curled into me. “Hi.”  

Adam chuckled. “Do you like cupcakes?” 

Evie perked up a little.  “Yes. My nana makes me pink ones with a strawberry on top.”  

“That sounds so good.  I make some with little flowers and sprinkles that make it sparkle. I used to cook for a princess. Maybe I can make them for you?” 

She nodded with enthusiasm and turned to me with her big green eyes that she knows I can’t say no to. “Daddy, can we?” 

“Of course, princess.” I kissed the top of her head. “But I need to speak to Adam a little more so go play for a little bit and then I’ll come have a tea party with you. Sound good?”  

“You’re the best daddy ever!” She hopped down and made her way out of the room.  She turned back. “Bye Adam!” I saw Clint take her hand and walk away. 

“Bye Princess Evie.” Adam smiled and turned back to me. “Sorry, my girlfriend, she has a daughter a little older than Evie but every girl loves a little sparkle.”  

I laughed. “Yes, they do. She is like her mother.  Joshua, my son, takes after me. Very athletic and opinionated. I’ll introduce you on the way out. Otherwise, any questions?” 

Joshua ran into the room at that moment. “Dad, Evie was lying about the bug.” He took note of the man sitting in front of his father. “Oh sorry.” He made to move to back out of the room.  

“It's fine. Joshua, this is Adam Jones. I think he might be our new chef.”  

Adam took note of the boy who looked just like his father. “Hi Joshua.”  

“Hello Mr. Jones.  You can call me Josh. Dad is the only one who calls me Joshua.” The little boy stuck out his hand. Adam took it a shook it, noting the force the boy had put into it.  

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave him the once over. “You look like a boy who thrives on burgers and fries.”  

Josh nodded. “That’s my favorite. Well, that and pizza. I hate Brussel sprouts.”  

Adam chuckled “Good to know. I’m sure I’ll learn all the things you like to eat.” Adam winked at him, and Joshu nodded.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting Dad. I’ll go check on Nana and Everly. It was nice to meet you.”  

“Same.” Adam watched the boy leave. “He looks just like you.”  

“Poor bugger,” I replied with another laugh. “Now where were we?”  

We discussed the finer details of the job, salary, hours and whatnot. I walked the man out the door and was shaking his hand when I noticed a young woman wandering outside the gate of my home. She looked about 24 or 25, with dark brown hair and glasses. She wore a black peacoat with long black boots. Something about her reminded me of my Anna.  As Adam walked past her with a nod, she approached the steps to the house. “I apologize, is this the Everett residence?” 

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Dark curls hung down her back with blue green eyes framed by black framed glasses. Her full lips were a sweet pink, and I had the sudden urge to feel them against mine.   

What the fuck? 

I mentally shook myself and cleared my throat. “Yes, and you are?” 

She gave me an earth-shattering smile and I was blown back. It was a smile that was just like my Anna’s. 

“My name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.” 

NEXT

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Music Tag Game

it's all @beauty-of-nyx fault

Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) <3

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

Hey! What do you want me to say?

Soul 4 Sale - Simon Curtis

2. What kind of [Sign] are you?

Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore

Telephone - Lady Gaga

3. You’re visiting your favourite spot. What are you thinking about?

Sometimes, I wonder if I should be medicated

Free - Florence + the Machine

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

Give me two damn minutes and I'll be fine

Two Minutes - The Amazing Devil

5. Say you get a book deal. What are you titling the memoir?

I know I can't fight the sad days and bad nights

Cure For Me - AURORA

6. What would you say about your best friends?

No words can explain the way I'm missing you

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith the cover by Hozier

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in highschool. What was your life motto as a teenager?

Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger

Miss Missing You - Fall Out Boy

8. Describe your aesthetic now

I see the tunnel full of light again

Demons and Angels - LOWBORN

9. What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?

The memory hurts but does me no harm

Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier

10. And for our final question, say you believe in soulmates. What do you think their first impression of meeting you would be?

God made all men in his image, honey, I'm no man

Pray - The Amazing Devil

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by chance could ya do 5 for johnny?? tytyy

You ran to Johnny. The socs have got ahold of him while at the park. The gang ran behind you, worried about Johnny of course.

“Are you okay, honey?!” You questioned loudly, checking him for cuts and bruises. He just stayed quiet.

“..Johnnycake? Are you okay? What happened?” You ask again but again no answer.

You rubbed your hand on his cheek and he swatted it away. “If you didn’t treat me like a baby, they would’ve never seen me as a punching bag!!” He practically screamed at you.

You flinched at his loud voice. He has never yelled at you, let alone anyone like that.

“Johnny.. I was just trying to hel-“ he cut you off by pushing past you as you cried.

The next day was exhausting. You got no sleep whatsoever. You decided to stop by the Curtis house to hang out.

You walked in through the door, seeing the gang immediately.

“Hey y/n!” You heard from the gang.

“..hey.” You didn’t show much emotion. You were still upset over last night.

“You know Johnny’s not mad at you, doll. He was just steamed up after everything.” You trusted Dallas. He was the one Johnny talked to the most besides you and pony.

You nodded your head, in a way of saying that you understand.

Johnny walked through the door, he froze as he saw you. He ran over and hugged you. The gang left you two alone so you could talk.

“I didn’t mean what I said, hun.” He cried into your shoulder.

“It’s okay johnny, I was just trying to help andI promise I will stop being so protective.” You kissed his cheek.

“No. I like that you’re protective. And I love you.” He pecked your lips. “I love you too johnnycake.”

I’m sorry that my writing is so short! I haven’t had any motivation lately. I hope you like it!🫶

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Sins & Amends Chapter 30

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/ Warnings: No matter how you and Curtis try Frank won't let anymore slip about Kandahar. Matt is a safe haven for you [tip toeing into the punisher season 1 events]

You were surprised that after seeing Billy that night Matt didn't ask any questions. He knew how Billy had broken up with you so suddenly and what had happened after Maria and the kids were killed. Hell he had heard Alice's side which you would even admit painted Billy as nothing short of having devil horns peeking out. You couldn't hold it against her, she'd known you for years and was very protective. 

You couldn't help but think had you been in his position you would've been curious. Especially considering you knew for a fact he'd heard how fast your heart was pounding when you saw Billy. 

You let it go for about two weeks until you were laying awake one night in the bunk room and couldn't handle it anymore so you grabbed your phone off the charger and hit his number as you walked outside into the cool night air.

A few of the guys were up in the common area watching t.v. A few moments later he answered with a sleep ridden "Hello?" "Are we good Matt?" You heard him make a confused sound then heard his bedside clock read him the time "Y/N it's two in the morning. What do you mean are we good? Is something wrong?" You let out a sigh suddenly feeling very self conscious about the fact that you had apparently been over thinking again. "Wait this is about us seeing Billy isn't it?" He asked once it truly registered what you'd said.

"Yeah I mean...the rest of that night you were quiet and didn't exactly even attempt to initiate anything for a few days afterwards. Did I do something?" You could hear him moving around in the bed and could imagine him pushing himself up to a seated position, probably rubbing between his eyes while he did so.

"Y/N we've been honest with each other from the start. I know you still love him in a way and that you probably always will and that doesn't bother me. The reason I backed off is because I wanted to make it clear to you that if you decide that you want this to go back to a non intimate friendship that I'm not removing you from my life. You want to keep going the way we have? Ok. I just want it crystal clear that we're going to remain friends. Hell like Karen says this insane little group of ours is the closest thing to family most of us have left" 

You felt a little lighter just hearing him say that. "You do know you're clear to change things if you want and I'll be ok with it too?" You asked and he replied "I know. Now you feel better?" "Yeah I do actually" you tried and failed to stifle a yawn and he laughed "Why don't we meet at the diner when you get off?" "Sounds good to me" you replied and heard Alice come out the door behind you as you and Matt said your goodbyes then hung up. 

You turned around to see her leaned against the doorway "You were over thinking weren't ya?" You nodded so she held out her arm and you let her throw it across your shoulders "C'mon honey let's go try to get some sleep before we get called out again" about the time the words left her mouth another yawn escaped your lips as if to emphasise her point.  

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By the time eight rolled around the next morning you and Alice had done your entire check list and were waiting on ready when Ash and Riley walked through the doors. "Freedom!" Alice cheered grabbing your arm and running out the door with a laugh once the baton was passed on rig duty.

"So what's the plan for the day?" She asked as you followed her out to the street where she was trying to hail a cab. "I am going to meet Matt for breakfast, go home and sleep for a couple hours in my own bed then I will probably see if Curt needs me to pick up anything for the meeting" a cab pulled to a stop in front of the two of you but before she climbed in Alice stared at you for a second then shook her head with a laugh "I love you chic. See you tomorrow" 

You watched the cab pull away then turned to head to the diner. 

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When you walked in the door Kaitlyn, the waitress who normally worked this shift smiled at you and nodded towards a table in the back. You followed her line of sight and thanked her when you saw Matt drinking a cup of coffee. 

He smiled when you sat down across from him "How was your shift?" "It drug on and on" you replied with a light laugh. 

Kaitlyn bought a cup of coffee over and sat it down in front of you "Your usual Y/N?" "Yes ma'am" She looked towards Matt "Same for you just eggs over easy instead of scrambled?" He smiled "Yes, thank you"

Once she walked off you bumped Matt's hand and teased "Do we come here that often?" He shrugged and said "If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure she knows Karen and Curtis' order that well too" 

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You were feeling better by the time you and Matt walked out the diner. He had his arm through yours like he normally walked and the two of you were laughing over Foggy making the opposing attorney forget their line of questioning. "He doubts himself at times but he is really an amazing lawyer. I'd want him on my side that's for sure" you said then quickly added "you too of course" 

Matt grinned at your slip up "oh of course" the two of you started walking towards your apartment and he asked what your plans were for the day. "I'm going to see just how hot of a shower I can take then sleep for a few hours. After that I'm thinking I'll just get out later for some fresh air. Curt has a group meeting tonight. I may swing by after it to see if he needs clean-up help"

You were also hoping Frank may show up this week. It'd been too long since you saw him last and you were starting to worry, Karen was too. "Well if you want to get together later I'm free" he offered about the time the two of you made it to your building. "I may just take you up on that offer Murdock" you replied then left a light kiss on his cheek "I'll call you after I leave Curt" 

He smiled and said "I'll keep my phone close by" then turned to walk away. You headed inside and spoke to Ms Johnson who was gathering her mail. "Y/N you just getting in?" You nodded "Yes ma'am. I got some breakfast after shift now I'm going to go get a little more sleep. It was a hectic night" "Remember to take care of yourself sweetie" you smiled "Yes ma'am" and walked onto the elevator.

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You fell asleep a little after ten and woke up around one thirty to your phone ringing. For a moment you considered just not answering it but then on second thought you grabbed it "Hello?" You didn't bother trying to cover the sleep in your voice, everyone that would be calling you with maybe the exception of Frank pretty much knew your schedule. 

"Shit Y/N you're coming off a back to back shift aren't you?" When you heard Curtis' voice you pushed yourself up in the bed to a seated position "Yeah but it's fine Curt. What's up?" "I'm going to be running a little behind today. I'll be there to actually run the meeting but can you set up everything?" You nodded still half asleep then remembered he couldn't see you over the phone "Yeah no problem. Bakery run this week or no?" "Just coffee should be fine. I appreciate it" he replied and you smiled to yourself before saying "any time Curt"

After he hung up you considered going back to sleep but thought better of it. You kicked your blanket off and decided on getting out and getting some fresh air before you headed across town to set up for the meeting.

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You had been wandering around for the better part of a couple hours. That was the beauty of living in New York. There was always some place you could go.  

You had considered dropping by the bulletin but given the time of day they'd be running around doing last minute stuff for the following day's edition and you didn't want to be in the way.

You did drop Karen a text asking if she wanted to grab lunch the following day and she'd quickly replied with a yes and a smiley face.

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You walked into the meeting hall humming under your breath. A part of you was tempted to play music on your phone while you set up but you didn't want to chance Curtis walking in and getting a laugh at your expense.

By the time you had the chairs in a nice wide circle and a fresh pot of coffee going you heard the outer doors open a few moments before Curtis walked in with a smile "You're a life saver Y/N!" You greeted him with a smile and said "I told you way back when I'd help in any way"

The two of you still had a few minutes to kill before anyone would show up so you grabbed a cup and leaned against the wall not far from where Curtis was sitting. "How's the planning going for Alice and Kenz?" You stifled a laugh considering they'd called you the week before because Alice's grandmother bless her heart was trying to figure out a way for them both to have a piece of her wedding dress to wear when the day did roll around.

"It's going. They're planning on a longer engagement like next year-ish. I'm happy for them. They love each other a lot" he nodded then cut his eyes up at you "How are things with you?" "I'm good. Work's been insane but then again when is it not" he seemed like he wanted to say more but about that time more voices started drifting in out the hall and although you recognized some as regulars you talked to there were a few unfamiliar voices not to mention O'Connor who annoyed the shit out of you.

You pointed to the opposite door "I'll be in the hall" he chuckled lightly as you quickly retreated.

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You were listening to Curtis tell a story you'd heard before, about a soldier in a hole. You actually liked hearing the way he told it and was trying to listen until the door at the end of the hall opened and Frank walked in.

Anyone else on the street passed him daily and didn't recognize him but even if you didn't know to look for the beard and longer hair, there was no hiding the way he walked and carried himself. You'd known him for far too long. When he met your eyes he didn't say a word, just came to stand next to you holding a book under his arm. 

The two of you stood silent while O'Connor went on yet another of his bullshit rambles. What made you turn to glance at Frank was when Lewis said "All I know is we risked our lives, did terrible things and it meant nothing when we got home" you still had no clue what actually went down in Kandahar. Frank didn't want to talk and you didn't want to push it but fuck he had to know that it would take something major to make you ever think about turning your back on him.

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Once the vets cleared out you walked into the room with Frank close behind him. Curtis hadn't looked up until you said "Look who I found" 

The two of them greeted each other while you started putting chairs away. What drew you back into the conversation was when Curtis said "Nobody wants to be themselves anymore. Internet, social media, god damn talent shows for assholes. Everybody wants to be somebody else. Nobody is happy to look in the mirror and just see themselves"

"Because then it means they don't have to be responsible either" you spoke and turned to see they were both looking at you so you shrugged and continued what you were doing. "What about you Frank? What's it gonna take to make you happy?" Curtis asked and you had to bite your lip not to laugh at least sarcastically when Frank's response was "Happy's a kick in the balls waiting to happen"

"He isn't wrong" you agreed and could see Curtis sigh simply from the fact that he'd signed on years ago to have you both in his life and it was far too late to turn back now. "I'll get to you later" he told you pointing his finger then looked back at Frank "So your solution is to kick yourself in the balls first? That's crazy lieutenant. Look you got half a life to live my friend. If you don't, you might as well be dead" 

He cut his eyes at you as he spoke but you knew what Frank was going to say even before he scoffed "Oh I am dead Curtis. You didn't hear?" You knew better than to try to get between the two of them so you hung up the chair in your hands then found a place between them to watch.

Curtis shook his head  "Bullshit. You've got a name, a passport as I recall. Frank Castle's dead. Pete Castiglione, he's got a life. Anybody that had anything to do with what happened to Maria and the kids are dead. Mission accomplished. I don't have a problem with that, hell I would've helped you if you would've asked me" you knew to your heart Curtis meant that and hoped maybe he could talk Frank out of his own head.

"I know you would've" Frank spoke so low if his voice wasn't so deep you wouldn't have been able to hear him. You hated seeing just how much hell he was still putting himself through. "But now the only person you're punishing is yourself" Curtis added and you agreed whole heartedly.

Frank looked down at his cup then threw it away. "Thanks for the coffee" he took the few steps to where you were and pulled you into a quick hug "Good seeing you Y/N" "You too Frank" 

You watched him start to leave but he stopped at the door. "Hey Curt?" Curtis glanced up in response so he asked "How often you think about it? You know, the shit we did over there?"

Frank's eyes ticked towards you, so you busied yourself cleaning out the coffee maker.  "All the time, but my conscience is clear" Curtis sounded genuine but you felt your heart twist at how Frank sounded when he said " Afghanistan was different, you know?"

"Different how?" Curtis asked and you started to wonder if maybe Frank would talk to him more if you walked out but Frank answered him "Just different. The things we did. They kinda got blurred" that honestly made you curious because during that timeline you were still with Billy. What had they been into? Curtis asked just that question "What were you into Frank?"

Frank didn't say anything so you turned back to face them both. Curtis shook his head "You see, what worries me the most is that you've been in a hole long enough that it's become home" Frank didn't meet his or your eyes when he said "Maybe that's where I'm supposed to be" there was a little pause of silence before Curtis finally said "Do me a favor Frank. Don't be a wallowing asshole. Before I have to take this fake leg off and beat you to death with it"

All three of you cracked up at that. Curtis smiled at the tension having been broken "Just imagine that headstone. Here lies Frank Castle. He lost an ass kicking contest to a one legged man… I'd do it" Frank glanced at you with a half smile "I'd actually like to see that" you laughed "Me too"

Frank put his hat back on then pulled his hood up "Take care of yourself Curt. You too sweetheart" "Don't stay away so long next time" you told him and he nodded before walking out.

After the outer door shut Curtis glanced back towards you "Now should we get started on your issues too tonight? Or put a pin in them for another time?" You grinned and held up your phone "I'm supposed to meet Matt when I leave here so can we stick a pin?" He laughed and said "As long as you don't try be a wallowing asshole either"

"Nope. I'm good being a normal asshole" you teased with a wink.

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Curtis offered to drop you off with Matt instead of you walking or having to grab a cab. It wasn't worth arguing him that Matt's place was the opposite direction of his so you just took the ride.

When he pulled up in front of Matt's building he parked and you were about to climb out when he said "Think we'll ever get him out that hole?" You let out a hard breath thinking over the last few months "I hope so Curt" he reached across to hug you then once you were out the car he rolled the window down "I'm not pulling away until you're inside" you laughed and mock saluted "Yes sir" and walked into the door, stopping to wave at him before letting it shut behind you.

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No matter how many times you slept at Matt's his alarm clock always managed to startle you. It was louder than yours and spoke the time instead of buzzing or playing music. "Ugh make it go away" you grumbled burying your face in his back. He laughed and reached over hitting the right button to make it be quiet.

"What time do you go in?" He asked leaning back into your touch when you started to trace across some of the more prominent scars on his back. "Later today. Technically me and Alice are off but there's some meetings we have to attend" 

"Aren't you meeting Karen for lunch?" He asked turning in the bed so his chest was now under your fingers instead of his back. You laid your head over on his chest and nodded "Yeah. You've got court don't you?" He closed his eyes before saying "Yeah" "Meaning we need to get up?" You asked closing your eyes too. "Five more minutes?" He suggested so you agreed "Five more minutes"

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

[kairithemang0]

for the (so far) one person who wanted to read what I’ve written for the tea party scene for SIW so far

veryyyy much a first draft and very unfinished. Will definitely be changing a lot but I’ve got a good idea so far

also I put this on discord this morning so they got a sneak peak (GUYS JOIN THAT THREAD IF YOURE IN THE SAF SERVER ALREADY ILL TAG U TO ADD U WE HVE A GREAT TIME)

Barb wandered through the woods of Wonderland, before reaching a small clearing. She hadn't seen too many homes in Wonderland yet, other than the one belonging to Tatiana. This one was smaller, the roof made of straw with the chimney blowing out smoke as she approached. Barb passed through the wooden gate curiously, before knocking on the door. "Hello?" she called out, but got no answer. However, she could hear something from the backyard. "No harm in investigating," she shrugged, and followed the small stone path into the backyard of the home. When she arrived, she saw a large, cluttered table full of teacups and pots, sugar and honey, and at the edge of the table was a man wearing a peach-colored suit with a similar color of hat, with a blue tie and bow stripped across the hat, which was held over his face as he slept with his feet up onto the table and his chair rocking half off the ground. On the side was a man with hare-like ears gently tapping his nails to a white and blue teacup and humming a quiet toon, looking over at the man in peach. "I swear he's going to fall…" he muttered in between humming his song, before looking up towards Barb, his ears perking up, "Oh! Hello there!" he smiled warmly, before getting up onto the table, avoiding the clutter as he hopped off the edge of the table in front of Barb, "We don't get visitors often, uh. I'm Owen!" he took Barb's hand and kissed the top of it, before wiping his mouth in disgust, before turning back to the man in peach, "Curt!" he yelled out, not getting a word from him. "I swear…" he stomped over towards Curt and tipped his chair over backwards, causing him to fall and flip over, waking him up. When he woke up, his eyes adjusted to look at Owen, a smile on his face for a moment before he nearly instantly faded, "Did you have to wake me up?" he muttered, standing up and wiping his suit clean before turning his attention to Barb, then looking back at Owen with a confused expression.

"We have a guest, Curtis," Owen nudged his shoulder. "I can see that," Curt looked at his golden pocket watch, "How much time do you think we have?" Owen glanced at it, "About 4 minutes, give or take." Barb stared at them both with confusion, as thye continued to mutter to each other. She began to head back towards the gate that would lead her away from them, before they caught sight of her leaving and ran to block the gate. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Curt leaned against the gate, his hand brushing against Owen's, "Wouldn't you like to stay for tea?" Barb looked between the two of them, before turning back towards the table, "I guess I could stay for a cup of tea or two, but after that I really should be going." Owen clapped his hands together and ran back towards the table, preparing her a seat.

I had put this into messages on discord bcs I just sorta wrote it there instead of on a google doc like a smart person. Anyways hope you all find some amount of joy in this little WIP. This scene is so fun to think about, mostly bcs Curt and Owen are the most developed characters so far

[the-outsider-ig]

Stress relief- darry Curtis

WARNING: smut and swearing.

This is so bad. lol sorry, yall, I've never written smut enjoy!

You were waiting for your boyfriend darry curtis to come home. You have been dating darry for 2 years, and it's been great, but since he works two jobs to pay bills and refuses your help since he doesn't want you to quote "waste your money" you have been cleaning and cooking at the house. It's the least you could do.

It had been around 11 p.m., when darry came home, you greeted him like usual, but he barely looked at or acknowledged you. "Darry honey, what's wrong?" Darry looked slightly annoyed by your question but answered you somewhat calm."I'm just tired, doll. I don't wanna talk about" you nodded at that and didn't say anything else since he looked stressed and tired.

An hour later, after dinner was served and you two were in your shared bedroom, you noticed darry was noticeably stressed well more than usual, and you were very curious so you finally asked him "did something happen today to make you more stressed?" Darry looked at you and sighed."Some socs yelled at me while I was fixin' there' roof today. They were saying that I was lousy and bad at my job, and the husband was a ditz and was trying to tell me how to my own damn job, " he said, looking damn hacked off. You nodded, understanding the situation, and then you got an idea.

"Hey darry, can I help relieve your anger and stress?" You asked seemingly innocent, yet you had no so innocent ideas in mind. "Um sure, doll," he said, a little confused. You get in front of him on your knees and decide to dirty talk a little. "darry, would you like it if i maybe took your dick into my mouth and gag on it? I'm choking on it till i can't breathe? Would you like that?" Darrys breath hitches in his throat at the thought of you choking on his dick while looking him with teary eyes. Seeing he's now fully hard, you lean to put your mouth to his ear to say huskily "but you have to give me full control baby"

he nods to you, and you get back on your knees and pull down his boxers, and his erect dick practically springs out into your hands. You immediately waste no time putting his dick in your mouth, closing your lips around it. He gasps at the feeling and closes his eyes. You knew he needed to cum but you wanted to tease him a bit so you gave his tip a few kitten licks he bucks his hips up in annoyance that you weren't giving him what he needed.

"Patience, baby, the teasing will be worth it," you wink and decide to only put half his dick in your mouth while using one hand to stroke the rest of his dick that isn't in your mouth. "Fuck baby" darry moaned out at the feeling you took your free hand to slowly massage his balls. You took your hand away from his balls and instead decided to take his dick out of your mouth. Darry looked at you confused, but then his face contorted into pleasure when you started jerking him off with two hands while occasionally giving his tip kitten licks. He soon started to get frustrated with this as he needed more. "Cmon doll, I need this so bad no more teasing"

You smirked, looking at him. "No fun, baby, but alright," you then take his whole dick into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his shaft slurping and gagging on his dick his eyes roll back into his head and he thrusts his hips into your mouth. His dick hitting the back of your throat you feel tears streaming down your face as he grabs a fistful of your hair and starts face fucking you. "Fuck fuck fuck doll your mouths so good" he says, nearing his release. You keep gagging on it and bring one hand up to his balls to fondle them. His free hand gripping the sheets he chants your name like a prayer "yes yes yes I'm gonna cum darling" he says still bucking his hips into your face, face fucking you. His thrusts get sloppy and feel his dick twitch in your mouth and with one last thrust he cums in your mouth. You swallow it and you guys clean up afterwards