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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: modern! curtis everett x female reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: friends to lovers, age gap ( curtis is in his early 30's/ reader is in her mid 20's), idiots in love (mostly the reader), angst, angst angst, angst with a happy ending, swearing, jealousy, my attempt at adding humor

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N has harbored feelings for her childhood best friend, Curtis Everett, for years. But as he gets busier with his new girlfriend, Y/N knows it's time for her to distance herself to avoid any more heartbreak. That is, until one fateful night, when everything finally changes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.3k+

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Here it is! This originally was very self-indulgent since I grabbed inspo from a dream of mine and it kind of took on a mind of its own. As always, this is my first time writing for a new character, so please be kind if you comment!

𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

She knows that this is stupid. If she could program her brain to stop loving him, she would. Y/N scrubs down one of the tables at the diner, managing to catch a few glimpses of Curtis, her best friend across the room in one of the booths. His arm is wrapped around the shoulder of his newest girlfriend, Chelsea.

His lips were a few inches away from her ear as Y/N watched from afar. She feels another pang of jealousy shoot through her veins. Her mind filled with scenarios about what it would feel like if Curtis had his arms draped around her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear or inside jokes.

She notices his gaze move toward her and her attention quickly shifts back to the dirty table, pretending to not feel his gaze on her or the goosebumps that always prickle her skin when he looks at her. A part of her knew he wasn’t doing this on purpose. She knew that he had no idea the feelings she felt for him. And Y/N was sure it would stay that way, no matter how much it made her heart wrench in her chest.

A voice calls out to her, pulling her away from her thoughts. “Y/N, can you please take over table #6 for me?” Arden, her friend and co-worker asks with pleading eyes. Her heart speeds up. She doesn’t have to look to know which table her friend is referring to. It’s the one with Curtis and his girlfriend. Arden mouths her a thank you before she slips out of the back door to the diner. Y/N lets out a sigh, grabbing the menu and notepad from her pocket.

She makes her way to their table, plastering her best customer service smile onto her face. But the second she looks at them, she realizes that they aren't even looking at her. Her eyes dart between the two of them, her heart feeling like it's going to disintegrate into a million pieces right in front of them.

After a few seconds, she finds the courage to clear her throat. "Hey guys, what can I get for you two today?" she greets, trying not to let her voice crack or let Curtis hear the pain evident in her voice.

Curtis turns to look at her and he smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Her heart breaks further when he pulls away from Chelsea, looking down at the menu in front of him. "Yeah, um, we'll both have the burger special."

"Great," she mumbles, forcing a smile on her face as she takes their menus. She turns to walk away when a thought enters her head. Maybe you shouldn’t give up hope yet. She turns around, not expecting the two of them to be lip locked. The sight almost makes her cry right then and there. "Do you two want your burgers medium well or medium rare?"

Y/N can feel tears form in her eyes, and her throat tightens, making it difficult for her to even move her jaw. She wishes she could just crawl under the table right now. Or just go anywhere but right here, in this moment. She clears her throat again, looking down at her notepad this time when she hears them pull away from their embrace.

"Oh, medium well, thanks," Chelsea says. Her smile is too big, too bright, and her voice is too chipper. It makes Y/N want to vomit. The urge to just run away comes back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she writes their orders down before she walks away, wiping away the few tears that managed to fall.

Y/N lets out a shaky breath as she makes her way behind the counter. She quickly punches in the order before she makes her way back to the tables she needs to clean. She busied herself with other duties as she waited for their order to be cooked. For the most part, she tried to ignore them but every so often, Curtis would whisper something in Chelsea's ear, causing her to laugh obnoxiously. How could he honestly be with someone like her? she thought, wishing it was her on a date with him instead of that red-headed idiot.

A bell goes off a few minutes later, alerting her that their food was ready. She grabs the plate and heads back toward their table. "Here you are," she says, placing their food in front of them. "Can I get you guys anything else?"

"No, I think we're okay," Curtis answers, smiling at her. That damn smile.

"All right, just wave if you need me."

By the time the end of her shift had run its course, she was more than relieved. When Curtis and Chelsea left, she made no attempt to wave goodbye. She was too hurt, too heartbroken. As she began to grab her purse and her jacket, a soft voice could be heard from behind, followed by the feeling of Arden's hand on her shoulder. "Hey, thanks for covering for me today. How are you holding up, sweetie?" she asked softly, leaning against the counter.

She turns around, the soft material of her friend's dress gently tickling the inside of her wrist. Y/N offers her a small smile, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm doing okay. We've been here together since this diner opened. It hurts, I'm not gonna say otherwise."

Arden nods, her smile showing just how sorry she was. "But Curtis is just a guy and if you could learn to love yourself then other men could learn to as well." Another sigh escaped her lips as she sat down at one of the empty stools, the sound of clanging dishes filled the room. "Arden, I do love myself. And I don't want anyone else...I want...Curtis." She whispered the last part. It felt painful just to even say his name and she wished she could go back to a time when she was ignorant of how she truly felt about him.

But that's a part of life, right? Falling for friends that wouldn't care to love you back? Heartache, and heartbreak. Tears threaten to slip from her eyes as she runs a hand through her messy hair. Arden lets out a sigh before moving from beside her, retreating further into the restaurant.

Heading home, Curtis leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the top of the wooden desk in front of him. His mind was swirling with conflicting feelings. Chelsea was a nice girl. He had dated lots of women in the past but, none of them would even come close to the way he felt when he was with Y/N.

She was always making him laugh, or cheering him up when he was sad. She would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy but he couldn't get over this feeling, this desire to be something more. He had tried his best to make her jealous today but all it did was seem to put a damper on his friendship with her.

Would it really be that bad if something were to happen between Y/N and him? he thought. God, he wanted it to, but Curtis was sure that she had a line that if he ever stepped foot over it he would lose her completely. He was hesitant at first, but lifting his feet off of his desk, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a message to his best friend.

Curtis: Hey, it was nice seeing you at the diner today. How are you? His thumb hovered over the send button before he pressed it, his heart beating rapidly as he waited for her response.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to alert him of her reply. That was fast, he noted before opening up her message. The anxiety building inside of him disappeared with what he read next.

Y/N: I'm actually really good right now. :)

A breath escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his shaggy dark brown hair, suddenly feeling tired. Thank god.

Curtis: Why, are you okay? You seemed a little bit off today. Are we...good? He hit send, hoping that he wasn't making a mistake.

Y/N: Yup, I was just a little flustered. Don't you dare worry your pretty head about me. Everything is completely cool!

Another wave of relief washed over him. Not being able to resist the smile forming on his lips, he typed out his reply before saving the thread and turning his phone off, running a tired hand over his face.

Curtis: Perfect, meet you at the diner in the morning?? I could certainly use a chocolate chip muffin and my very own private barista.

What Curtis didn't know is that Y/N was secretly hurting inside. The image of him with Chelsea torturing her mind over and over. A few tears trailed down her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away.

Y/N: Sorry. Can't. I'm off tomorrow. We'll have to get together later.

Lies. The real reason is that she can't stand to be near him. Every time she sees him, her heart aches even worse.

Her chest was beginning to feel a little numb as she thinks about how different her life was only just a week ago. As she lay down, her sobs continued, covering her mouth to muffle the sounds so her parents wouldn't hear. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamt about a simpler time. Before feelings or the pain of unrequited love ever got in the way of their friendship.

—A few years ago.

The two of them were laying down on her balcony, laying on a blanket as they watched the stars. Her heart thumped at the close proximity but she pushed it to the depths of her mind. Curtis was her friend. She felt totally normal about how close they were, their hands only an inch away. Cutting through the silence, Curtis nudged her arm. "Hey, look, you see that? That's Cassipoea." he pointed up at the starry night sky before she felt his gaze land on her. He nudges her again. "Are you even paying attention to me, nerd?" he laughed.

"I don't remember asking you for a boring astrology lesson, dumbass." she snarked, the tone of her voice laced with sarcasm. When her lips lifted into a smile as she stared back at the sky, his blue eyes still fixed on her. He pressed a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended by her retort. "Excuse me for trying to cheer my best friend up."

Y/N glances over at him and feels an odd twinge in her heart, as though someone has stuck her with a needle. Her breathing halts for just a second and she had to shake her head. God, she must be really tired. Ignoring this sensation, she rested her head on Curtis' strong, muscular arm. "For your information," she started "I really appreciate it, okay?" She bumped his side, letting out a tiny sigh as she watched the starry night. Curtis grinned, wrapping an arm around her. "You better. I don't stay out late for anyone, you know?"

Unconsciously, his fingers caressed her shoulder blades, trailing in soft, rhythmic strokes from the inside of her shirt toward the end of her collar, until her upper chest was covered with goosebumps. There was another silence that filled the air before her eyes flickered up to the sky once more. "Curtis, promise me something. Promise we won't let anything stand in between us, okay?"

"Yeah," he replies in an almost solemn manner. There was a short break between them, with Curtis fidgeting on the blanket. He lay there, feeling confused. No girl had ever made him feel this way before, nor had his chest constricted so much that it hurt when the soft curves of Y/Ns shoulder rubbed against his own skin as they stared up at the stars together.

And it wasn't long before Y/N realized just how badly her heart was racing, just from a slight touch of his fingers. Maybe the movie night where they were closer than two best friends should have been had set off some type of reaction with the pheromones or something...

Y/N ignored it for weeks, pushing it off as the product of late-night delirium until it happens a second time—after a long party where she was acting completely sober, despite the fact that she was plastered. She watches as Curtis wraps his arm around a girl, feeling a slight pang in her chest again. As he rubs a thumb in his usual comforting motion, whispering something in the mystery girls ears. This time, she couldn't just let it go. Something felt different. Unusual.

"Oh god," her face filled with embarrassment and her cheeks felt hot when the realization hit her. She just looked up at him with large Y/E/C eyes. Why was she just having this sudden awareness? The very concept felt so simple, and yet was so convoluted at the same time. No, no. You're just confused. It's alcohol. Curtis is your friend, not someone you have a crush on. You're not that kind of best friend, that one that falls for him.

Finally, she understood what's been going on. But the thought was somehow satisfying and simultaneously terrifying—to realize how much you cherished someone else, while realizing that they would never want you in return. Y/N ran her hand through her curls before she got up and sat on the curb. She quickly texted her friend Arden, hoping she could come pick her and get her away from these conflicting emotions. A part of her knew this night was going to bring nothing but regret if she and Curtis continued their time together.

Her eyes flicker over towards him when the door opens, his dark brown hair looked greasy and matted to his forehead and his arms were bare; Curtis was wearing a band shirt and ripped skinny jeans that hugged his legs tightly. As the people slowly trickled outside, she pulled out her phone trying to busy herself. She needs a distraction, anything.

When Curtis found her, his entire face contorted in annoyance. "God, Y/N, we've been looking for you. Everyone already left. Where the hell were you?!" He asks in the most frustrated tone she had heard from him in years. She lets out a sigh, closing her eyes before they land back on his own.

She scrunched her face up at his tone, rolling her eyes. "What's gotten into you, party boy? Go back to what's-her-face. I'm fine." Her speech was slurred, part from tiredness and the other part from the alcohol still running through her veins. But he didn't listen and with one swift motion, Curtis yanks Y/N off the street and practically throws her over his shoulder. "Curtis! Seriously?!" She yelled, wiggling in his strong grasp to attempt to pull free. "Put me down! I already have someone—Curtis!" He interrupts her, ignoring her shouts and putting his hand over her lips. It doesn't take too long before she realizes that they're halfway down the street to their homes.

As he was almost back to his neighborhood, Curtis places her back onto her feet before bending over and pressing his hands to his thighs, panting hard. Y/N scowls, unable to hold back her embarrassment. "Really? Was it that necessary?" When she looks to the side she notices him leaning against a lamppost for support. The annoyance on her face dissipates and her brows knit into concern. "Curtis? What's wrong? Are you—you okay?" she asks, taking a step closer. The frown on his features pulls into an irritated stare.

"Am I okay? Oh yeah, totally, besides the fact that I just dragged your drunk ass for, like, two miles just to make sure you were going home safe."

Her eyes widen, her annoyance filtering back into her features. "Well, I didn't ask you to carry me, you know?" She groans, rolling her eyes as she starts to walk to her front door. She needed to lay down before she said something she'd regret. Heartache and alcohol never mixed well. Her thoughts lingered on her earlier revelation, that she had the biggest crush on this dimpled Adonis that wouldn't stop acting so difficult.

"So that's it? You just run the fuck away from your best friend just because you don't want to have an honest conversation like grown-ass adults? What kind of fucking nonsense—" When she stops, and whirls around to face him, Curtis nearly loses his balance, having expected a light tap on his shoulder. What he got instead is her fist smacking his right pectoral with such force that his first reaction is to reel back in shock and a little pain. God damn that's gonna hurt in the morning.

She shakes her head, turns back around, and opens her front door, careful not to wake her parents. "Goodnight, Curtis," she whispers angrily before walking in and shutting the door.

The sudden ringing of the alarm on her phone startles her, making her jerk up in bed. Y/N groaned, leaning over to silence it as she sunk back into the covers. She had fallen asleep, reminiscing about the happy moments of her friendship, all for her to wake from the memory of when she almost confessed her feelings to Curtis. God, why was her brain torturing her in the most imaginative ways possible?

All the coffee, pastries, and burnt croissants in the world could never fix this sadness. The first tear comes only seconds after her heart decides that yes, it was truly possible to feel this much emotional agony and break all the way through.

She swallows back a dry sob that threatens to leave her throat and instead forces her lungs to inhale. Shaking her head, she pulls herself back against the headrest and wraps the white pillow beside her between her arms, burrowing her wet cheeks within it and softly whispering under her breath. "This...is exactly what happens when someone falls in love with her best friend."

Nothing goes like it did in the movies. There is no passionate declaration of love in front of everyone she knows. She wishes she was in a John Hughes movie or better yet, one of her favorite rom-coms. Her thoughts linger back to what her friend had said. Maybe she just needed to move on from Curtis.

The rest of the following weeks she avoids Curtis at all costs. She ignored his texts, and his phone calls. Even avoided him at the diner, busying herself with other customers when she saw him with Chelsea. It was the only way she knew to protect her heart or so she thought. One night, after a late shift at the diner, she sighs, taking off her jacket and kicking off her shoes. Her body tenses when she hears the window start to slide open.

Turning around, she spots a hooded figure outside her bedroom balcony and she quickly grabs her wooden bat that she keeps just in case of an intruder. Pressing her back against the wall, she waits with bated breath as the figure crawls through her window and rises to his full height. She's just about to swing when he pushes off his hood, revealing that it's none other than Curtis. The man she had been avoiding for several weeks. She lets out a sigh of relief. "Curtis, what the fuck!?" she whispers angrily. "You scared the shit out of me!"

With the same grumpy and sleepy expression she always loved, Curtis gives an eye roll. "Calm the fuck down, Princess," he yawned, dusting off his shoulders as he leaned against her bedpost, completely unaware of the pain she's been in since that horrible party. His gaze flicked over to Y/N, and his lips dipped into a tiny frown, which only makes him more beautiful, because now his slightly slanted eyebrows give a very man-yet-boyish look to his perfectly chiseled features.

She crosses her arms against her chest, still miffed that he chose to enter her house without her permission. "Curtis, what are you doing here?"

In response to her inquiry, his eyes find themselves stuck upon Y/N in that very moment; his breath caught in his throat. Fuck he had missed her this week. But her cold demeanor showed no affection for him, other than her slight smile from when she first noticed him crawling inside. It made him wonder. Did she not care, or did she just want him gone? Suddenly her bedroom grew warm and it felt hot and humid, like a fucking steam bath.

And it was only the beginning of summer. Curtis stepped over her rug and started pacing from her bookshelf to her desk chair and her guitar. All in a clear, one way path that kept him exactly five feet away from her the whole time, not letting him feel the magnetic draw towards her that seemed so unnatural.

And yet... so completely natural. It was unnerving to say the least, or that's the closest word that could describe this sensation. The man squinted in thought and his throat dried out once again.

Did... did she dislike him?! The only conclusion he could come up with made the need to protect Y/N surface; making it the driving emotion in him right now, overwriting even his need to see a specific girl tonight. Y/N let out an audible sigh when the silence had turned more awkward than his visit. And was that how he perceived it now, was he just... visiting?! Fucking great. Her fists clenched and the muscle beneath her eye twitched, ticking in rage.

"Well?" she asked, raising her brows slightly, her hands now resting on her hips. Even though, deep down she knew he was probably here because of the missed calls and texts she had refused to answer.

Why won't he just ask what he wants and leave me alone?!

Curtis blinked, unable to read her current facial expressions; he'd known her long enough. He simply couldn't, for the love of everything, decipher them correctly. Fuck, how did one be tactful?! If it were her and some random fuck-nut (which would be literally unthinkable in the very obvious and unique way she currently preferred the people around her), she would've let him hit it and get the fuck out without saying another word.

But Curtis wasn't some random 'fuck-nut', and there was the little fact of not wanting to kick his feelings into the dust and out onto the curb. God, he was the last person she needed tonight. Well, he could stay then, stay in the place which felt so weird because he's suddenly made a stranger. Maybe the discomfort will be the end to her 'little-unrequited' problem, once and for all, that seemed to have been an issue lately around him.

As she met his piercing blue, puppy dog gaze, which always got her in the past, her eyes narrowed as she lifts her chin, determination etched upon her features.

"Soooo? Are you gonna say something or do you plan on standing in that spot all night and just look like some Greek statue?"

He stops pacing for the first time and looks up at her, letting out a soft breath as he ran a hand through his dark locks. "Alright, look," he murmurs and begins. "I'm... uh," Curtis struggled to find his words as his dark brows furrowed, trying his hardest to think of anything to say that would put an end to this discomfort. "Look, I just... shit." He sighs.

When he spoke again, his voice was strained, barely above a whisper. "...Are you avoiding me or what?"

Of course, the conversation circles back to the events leading up to the recent. Y/N tries to avert his gaze but couldn't pull herself away from his presence. She chews the inside of her cheek, as though debating her next words, considering not saying anything.

She sighs, her expression forming into something neutral and distant. "I've been busy. And I didn't think you'd notice." she shrugs, moving past him and sitting on the edge of her bed. She was treating him like a stranger and it only made his blood boil even more.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?!" he asked, a little too loud. A frown etched over his features when he finally saw Y/N's face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took a step forward.

"Okay, hold on," Curtis said, lifting a finger in the air, his eyebrows still knitted together into a frown, "You were busy? So what? That's bullshit and you know it, Y/N."

"What are you trying to say?" She stands up, facing him, her eyes burning into his own.

Curtis let out another sigh. "Look, we've been friends for like... fuck, forever. So stop acting like I don't know you." He crosses his arms. "Just tell me why you're avoiding me."

She let out a laugh, crossing her own arms against her chest. "You've been with Chelsea a lot. Thought I'd give you some space since—since we've barely hung out." She lied, she had been avoiding him for weeks for other reasons. But what was the point of telling him that, she was sure he would laugh at her, thinking it was just a joke?

Curtis shook his head. "Bullshit." He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been a dick, but I'm not the only one that has been fucking around."

Her eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me?"

He let out a breath. "Why are you really avoiding me, Y/N? What did I do?"

"Nothing," she answers, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, then what the hell is the problem? Why can't you just be my friend? What the hell changed?" He asks, stepping closer. "It's like you've been avoiding me this past week."

She couldn't hold back any longer, her heartbeat felt like it was going to burst. "Because I love you, okay? And it hurts whenever I see you with Chelsea..." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "And it makes me feel stupid.." she pauses, wiping away her tears.

His eyes widened when she finally admitted the truth. The silence between them filled the room and he couldn't help but take in her words, as though they were his first taste of air after swimming in water for too long.

But the thought was so crazy. He was her friend. She loved him? His eyes dropped to her lips, then to the collar of her shirt. Then it hit him like a fucking wrecking ball. The feelings he had, the way his pulse would quicken, the desire to be close to her, and the want to touch her. This was it.

He had fallen for her.

His lips parted as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "So, you do like me?" He asked, taking another step forward.

She lifts her chin. "Of course, I do. I have for a while. But you like Chelsea." She shakes her head. "I was going to tell you soon. But things just happened."

"You think I like Chelsea?" he asked, his eyebrows arching into a frown.

Her eyes flick up at him. "You're always with her. She's cute and—"

"You're an idiot, Y/N."

Her brows knit together as she looks up at him. "What?"

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. "God, you're a fucking idiot," he murmurs.

She takes a step back, confusion filling her features. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?"

His laugh dies out when he notices her move backward. He sighs, running a hand over his face. "I mean, you're an idiot," Curtis said. "Chelsea isn't my girlfriend. I only hung out with her to get you jealous."

"What?"

"I know I've been busy with her, and I'm sorry for that. But I was waiting for you to... fuck, I don't know. I was trying to make you jealous, but then I realized I couldn't stand her." He lets out a sigh.

"Well, it worked," she grumbled, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "But, why? Why would you want me to be jealous?"

Curtis ran a hand through his dark hair. "Look, Y/N, you're the only girl for me. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way, but I... I love you. I mean, shit, you're my best friend. But, I want to be more. So much more."

She felt her heart flutter, her skin flushed, and her body was filled with warmth. It was all she had ever wanted to hear. But was it real, was she dreaming? "What? Really?" She whispered, not being able to speak any louder.

Curtis nods, and his eyes bore into her own. "Yeah, I really do. I mean, fuck." He laughs. "I can't stop thinking about you." He reaches for her hand and squeezes it. "So, if you'll let me, I'd really like to take you out."

She smiles, squeezing his hand back. "Yes." She whispers.

He lifts an eyebrow, his gaze dropping to her lips, as the distance between them closed. His lips were so close she could feel the heat from his breath against her own. She closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath before Curtis places a hand on the side of her face and presses his lips against her own.

She felt like she was in heaven, her fingers finding their way through his hair as her other hand grasped his shirt. She pulls him closer, feeling his firm body pressed against her own. She didn't want to pull away, she didn't want to move.

As they parted, Y/N was left breathless and Curtis was left unable to form words. All he could do was stare at her, as his hand found its way back to the side of her face and he tilted her head so that his lips could reach hers again. The second kiss was sweeter than the first, filled with a newfound desire and passion.

When they parted, Curtis let out a shaky sigh. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he muttered.

She giggles and bites her lower lip. "Well, I missed you too"

He shakes his head. "I had to do something. I just didn't know what."

"Well... you made quite the impression," she smiled. "Especially sneaking in my bedroom window." She laughs, making a motion for him to follow her toward the bed.

Curtis leans in as he lies on the bed beside her, propping his head up on his elbow. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, as though he was admiring her. As if this was the first time he truly saw her as more than a friend.

She sighs happily, her fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw, trailing up his cheek. "This feels like a dream," she whispers with a smile.

"Well, I guess you just made me realize that dreams are worth fighting for."

Her cheeks heat once again, resting her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I love you."

He smiles, his hand massaging the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her hair. "I love you too."

They lie there in silence, their hearts beating as one. Enjoying their moment. They had waited this long, so what's a little more time to savor every ounce of it.

In his arms, the same ones that have held her, even to this day as close as they were, she felt safe and loved, she felt content, her face nuzzling against his chest, her skin pressing to his. This was what it was like to be home. She would savor every second of it.

She pulls her gaze up and stares deeply into his blue eyes. God, they were so beautiful, so full of life, so perfect. Just like him.

"Hey..."

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Kiss me again, please?" she whispers, leaning her forehead against his.

"My pleasure," he smirks.

And he doesn't disappoint her, their lips crash together in a kiss that left her breathless and dizzy. And so utterly weak at her knees that she would've thought the world was ending, had Curtis not been holding her tightly. She would always be thankful for what she had, even if it was to learn it at the expense of a single moment.

She would never forget this, because all the years prior had led to this very one, and that was something she would always remember and treasure. Her heart swelled and beat for this man and only him.

Curtis guides her toward his backyard, a smile playing on his lips. His heart thumps in his chest as they get closer. "Keep your eyes closed. Okay, beautiful?"

"Okay!" She nods happily and squeezes Curtis's hands which are guiding her as he holds her waist with his free arm. As they reach his destination, he releases one of her hands and positions both of them behind her back. "Stay right here for me?" he whispers and places a soft kiss on her cheek.

She laughs and nods excitedly, keeping her eyes closed as Curtis had instructed. Curtis takes a step back, admiring Y/N before speaking once more. "Okay, open your eyes." Her eyes flutter open, revealing a small plaid blanket, some wine, as well as a box of chocolates. She covers her mouth with her hands in surprise, tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

His heart swells at her reaction. She sniffles and chuckles softly, shaking her head. "I hope those are happy tears," he teases.

Y/N laughs and nods her head, wiping her tears away and closing the gap between them once again, wrapping her arms around Curtis's neck, and planting a kiss on his cheek, making him smile.

The two of them rested on the blanket after they had their fill of enough wine and chocolates. "This reminds me of when we were younger," she whispers, looking up at the starry night sky. "when we would just watch the sky and talk all night."

He laughs softly. "I remember. Especially when I first taught you about constellations." Curtis nodded his head in agreement.

Y/N bites her lower lip, attempting to hold back her laughter. Curtis raises his eyebrows, giving her an inquiring look as Y/N just shakes her head in response.

"What?" Curtis asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Y/N chuckles. "Nothing."

"What?!" Curtis presses once again as Y/N continues chuckling softly to herself. "C'mon, what is it? You're killing me, beautiful."

"Nothing. It's just I'm so happy," she says, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. Curtis wraps an arm around her shoulders in return, pressing a kiss to the top of Y/N's head. "Well, good. I wanted our first date to be perfect and well—" He began, but Y/N cuts him off. "Curtis..."

"Yeah?" Curtis questions. Y/N sits upright, taking Curtis's hand into both of her own, holding it close to her. "This has been perfect," Y/N reassured him. Curtis sighs happily as he rests his forehead against Y/N's, admiring her.

"...But the only thing missing is you kissing me right now," she confesses, wrapping a hand around Curtis's neck, waiting impatiently yet eagerly for his lips on her own. He smiles and presses a passionate kiss onto Y/N's lips, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she parts them. Curtis takes this opportunity and deepens their kiss, causing Y/N to throw her other arm over Curtis's shoulder.

They part after several minutes and gaze deeply into each other's eyes, sharing another kiss shortly after. Curtis presses Y/N onto her back as their kiss becomes more heated with every second. However, the moment is cut short as soon as she hears the clanging of the wine bottle falling over, spilling on her arm, causing her to groan against his lips. Curtis quickly rolls off of Y/N as she curses under her breath, frowning up at the wine spilled on her sleeve. He rolls his eyes jokingly. "Way to ruin the fucking moment," Curtis laughs softly.

She giggles softly. "I don't mind getting a little wet," she shrugs, grinning up at him. "Ha ha," Curtis remarks playfully, chuckling softly to himself, as Y/N adjusts herself closer to him again. They lie on the blanket once more with Curtis wrapping his arm back around Y/N's shoulder while she leans into his touch and snuggles next to him, feeling secure.

Curtis stares up at the vast sky as Y/N rests her head on Curtis's chest. "So..." Curtis clears his throat, breaking the short silence between them. Y/N turns her attention toward Curtis, eyeing him curiously. "What now?" Curtis asks her, looking back at her with curious eyes. Y/N bites her lower lip with thought and gives Curtis a shy yet affectionate smile.

"Stay over. And spend tomorrow morning in bed with me...," she says quietly and shrugs, feeling her cheeks beginning to heat up. Curtis widens his eyes as Y/N pecks Curtis on the lips teasingly. "Sound good, Everett?" Y/N asks seductively, feeling excited yet nervous at the same time as she stares back at Curtis intently with desire. Curtis smirks teasingly and raises his brows playfully. "That sounds perfect, beautiful." They both laugh happily as Y/N plants a gentle kiss on Curtis's cheek.

divider credits: @.cafekitsune & @.benkeibear

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x yn #curtis everett x you #curtis everett fanfic #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett oneshot.#friends to lovers #angst #angst with a happy ending #mywriting #chris evans

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 7 months

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Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week One: Dried Leaves or Lots of Candles

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. You find out that you are more than just Curtis's girlfriend.

Warnings- small mention of possible future family.

This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Thank you everyone for all the comments and shares on Lots of Candles, I hope this one also gets all those soft feels going. Please if you enjoy it, reblog it. It really is appreciated. Every Friday I will be placing up a poll, make sure you vote for which autumn-themed event will be shared, a This or That. Thank you! Happy Reading.

Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Sophia raced ahead of Curtis while you and Ella were trying to scoop huge piles of dried-up leaves up into large bags designed like Halloween characters, the old tree sporting the fixer-upper treehouse in its large branches was littering the backyard with a multitude of leaf litter, a kaleidoscope of oranges, reds, and yellows floating lazily down to settle at your feet.

Curtis and Sophia kept crashing into the huge pile, the crackle of the leaves melding with the grunt of Curtis and the laughter of his niece as she landed on his chest, making an even bigger mess than before. Leaves clung to the two of them, dried bits that got stuck all over their clothes and hair. The leaves that burst into the air started to twirl back down in a dance, showing you yet again why this season was full of movement as well as color.

“Gotchu!” Sophia straddled her uncle's chest, patting his bristled cheeks, which were also covered in bits of orange and red color. Like speckles of leaf confetti.

“Kid, I got you. You were running away from me.” Curtis snorted, tickling her. She swatted at his hands, tumbling off into the massive pile and popping back up with her hands on her hips like she was about to lecture him.

“Nu-uh, that was a trap.”

Curtis rolled his eyes at Sophia, playfully pushing her to fall back into the leaves while he rose up to stand, sprinkling leaves all over her. “Okay Sophia Bear, guess that means that this time… I gotta get you!”

The little girl squealed, scrambling as fast as she could out of the pile while Curtis pretended to just miss her.

You and Ella paused, watching all this with amused grins while Ella was recording it from her phone. The leaves you two were trying to gather got half spread out again from them playing around.

“I swear that man is a big kid himself.” Ella hit end on her phone, tapping the video into an Everett friends and family group chat that you were now officially a member of, the chat line a constant source of amusement for you. It wasn’t long till your phone was buzzing with the incoming video message.

“Sophia does bring out that side in him.” You said in agreement, leaning down to grab another armful of leaves while Ella held the bag open for you to stuff them in.

“He is gonna be way worse when it’s his own kids you know,” Ella said offhand, but you felt your cheeks heat up and an ache of what could be started. Something that you hoped would be in your future, but you hadn’t dared to think about it too much.

“Um- well- of course he will be.” You said, assessing suddenly what you said and how you said it, you certainly couldn’t say you wanted that too, it wasn’t like you two had even talked about it. Not at any length except that both of you wanted kids someday, a conversation that was had at the very beginning of your relationship in an attempt to get to know one another.

Ella seemed to sense your sudden nervousness cause she hip-checked you while tying the bag, giving you a look. “If it happens, it happens, right? Never know. Right now being Sophia’s Uncle is all he has gotta be. And well you get to be her Auntie.”

That made you pause a moment, the rustling of leaves starting back up as they circled around, this time Sophia practically climbing up her uncle till he put her on his shoulders, the two of them oblivious to you and Ella’s conversation.

“You think of me as Sophia’s aunt?” You questioned and Ella rolled her eyes at you, much like Curtis had done to Sophia earlier.

“Of course! You and Curtis are serious, you love her and take care of her. You’re her Auntie Y/N and I will kick anyone's ass who dares question it. Ask Grey, he will agree with me.” Ella said with confidence, whipping open another bag and shouting towards Curtis. “You are seriously gonna leave your girlfriend and your cousin to do your damn yard and not even help?”

Curtis trotted over with Sophia in tow, scowling at his cousin who scowled right back at him just as fiercly. “You offered to come do this, wasn’t it something about wanting to hang out? I told you what the plan was today.”

“Well yeah, I thought it was gonna be hanging out with Y/N while you did all the hard work.” Ella shook her head as if disgusted. “Also why are we even doing this? Don’t you know wildlife needs the leaf litter to winter in?” She looked at you to confirm and you gave a nod that she was in fact right.

“Then don’t do it.” He gave a shrug, a boyish look on his features as Sophia still on his shoulders mimicked him with her own shrug.

“Yeah, don’t do it Ma.” The girl said while holding onto Curtis’s head to keep her balance on his broad shoulder. The two of them had just about as many leaves clinging to them as was spread on the ground.

Ella huffed, letting go of her pumpkin colored bag to fall into the pile of leaves at her feet. “Fine! Y/N and me are going for wine then.” Before you could even say anything, she hooked her arm in yours and pulled you away. “You two can pick everything up!”

You stumbled after Ella, glancing over your shoulder to catch Curtis’s gaze, his wink making you giggle, knowing full well he just played you both to leave the rest to him.

#curtis and honey #life is short so make it sweet #curtis and honey autumn this or that #curtis x reader #curtis x you #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x plus!sized reader #curtis everett x honey #chris evans characters #curtis everett au #curtis everett fanfiction #snowpiercer fanfiction #amber writes #sweater writes

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Sam Wilson ✨

Clubs and things by @samwilsonsbabymama

Sam Wilson x Reader

Heat by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Naughty list by @lunarbuck

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Ready to comply by @navybrat817

Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Your guilty pleasure by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x 18+F!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Sunrise by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

boyfriend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

Red, white and you by @breakablebarnes

DILF! Bucky x MILF! reader

Marked by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Wrapped in red by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Tomorrowland by @onsunnyside

nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Spoils of war by @navybrat817

Gladiator!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Sick little games by @cockslutpadalecki

Steve Rogers x Reader

Soldier Boy ✨

Fangirl crush by @targaryenvampireslayer

Soldier Boy x female reader

Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨

Flying dirty by @jobean12-blog

Lloyd Hansen x reader, Nick Fowler x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Innocent by @jadedvibes

Andy Barber x reader

Off the clock by @straywords

Vampire! Andy Barber x Secretary! Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

We'll get there by @worksby-d

dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Together forever by @syntheticavenger

Vampire!Curtis Everett x reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

Something in the way by @sweeterthanthis

Destroyer Chris x F!SW!Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Slippery when wet by @lilacletter

eddie munson x girlfriend!reader

#fic rec #december fic rec #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #lee bodecker #soldier boy #lloyd hansen #nick fowler #andy barber #ari levinson #curtis everett #destroyer!chris #eddie munson

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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'Challenge Yourself' Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Drabble (ish) requests received

Nudges 🌑(ish) 🍆

College Bucky x Soft!Dark! Professor Reader

Bruises 😭 🥰

Steve x Agent reader

Unconventional Alterations 🥰

Steven Grant x colleague reader (plus special guest stars)

In the middle of the night 🥰 🌶

Stucky x Agent reader

Plum Crumble 🥰🌶

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Let's (never) speak of this again 🥰🍆

Sam Wilson x agent reader

Shallow(s) 😭 🥰

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen 🥰🍆

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Going down 🍆

MeanDom! Steve x Shield Administrator and Brat! Reader (ILYTHIHY)

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader

Shut up and drive 🍆

Stucky x Agent reader

He was a Grump, She was Sunshine 🥰

Bucky x Reader

‘Challenge Yourself’ Entries

Under Your Skin by @jobean12-blog 🥰

Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Pole to Pole by me 😭 🥰

Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

Perfect to me by @writing-for-marvel 😭🥰

Groomsman Sam Wilson x Bridesmaid female reader

This lovely night 🥰by @onceuponastory

Cap! Sam Wilson x Female reader

Traitor?😭 by @nekoannie-chan

Cap! Steve Rogers x Hydra! Female Reader

Found 😭🥰 by @doasyoudesireandlive

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

#challenge yourself #master list #late writes

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babyjakes · 2 years

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〈 disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog's commitment to protecting minors, read our full statement here. 〉

event | whumptember 2022

prompt | afraid of the dark

pairing | boyfriend!curtis everett x reader

warnings | curtis and reader are dating but idk if they'd call each other boyfriend/girlfriend?, no real context as to how curtis and reader got off the train/found a place to live, reader is younger than curtis (she can't remember life before the train), SOFT!SOFT!SOFT!curtis i love him i adore him he is everything to me :'-))), me not really remembering snowpiercer that well lmao :^)

word count | 705

an | wow! i was struggling to find where to fit curtis into the list of prompts but tbh i think this worked out really well! i kind of love this little piece, it felt like i got to be artistic with it and i love that, i love writing stuff that blurs the lines between traditional storytelling and loose poetry <333 hope you guys enjoy!

As hard as you tried, you could never get used to it.

After living what felt like your whole life trapped in a noisy train car, adorned with dim but durable box lights chained to the ceiling that ran twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, one might think that finally having the peace of silence and darkness would be a luxury. But as you lay in your shared queen-sized bed, blinking up at the pitch-black ceiling, nothing within you felt at ease.

Tossing and turning amongst the tangled sheets, you tried over and over to close your eyes, tried your very best to turn off your racing mind and embrace the void before you, but as the minutes dragged on you could only feel yourself growing more and more restless. Tears prickled at your eyes as you turned again, this time to face back towards the other warm body settled in under the covers beside you. When his voice broke the silence to murmur your name, your heart nearly leapt right out of your chest. "Y/n."

Breath catching in your throat, you froze for a moment, cool droplets making their way sideways down your cheek. "C-Curtis, I-"

"Baby. Come here." His voice was low, steady. And as all your anxious thoughts swirled violently inside of you, you couldn't help but be drawn to that sense of stability, that rock.

Shuffling over, you let out a small sigh of relief as your body melted into his. He turned you gently to have your back pressed up against his front, wrapping his strong arms around you as you settled into his embrace. You could smell the faint remains of the expired drugstore soap the two of you had found on him, the almost familiar scent surprisingly comforting in a world that all felt so desolate and foreign. It almost smelled like something your father would have used, almost smelled like something from home.

"Pretty girl," Curtis breathed into your hair as he ran gentle fingers over your side, "what's on your mind?"

Tucking a little further into him, you admitted aloud what felt so peculiar, so counterintuitive. "The quiet, th-the dark, Curtis. I can't stand it. It feels..."

"Like you're lost. Completely lost, alone," he finished your sentence for you.

Letting out another breath, something deep inside of you was put to rest. He understood; he could put it into words better than yourself. "Lost, alone," you confirmed. "I hate it."

"Mhmm," he hummed knowingly, hand trailing up to brush back your hair from your face. "But I'm right here, sweetheart," he reminded you, tightening his hold around you so that as much as he could, he was encompassing you. Surrounding you, keeping you safe in every way you might need it. "We'll figure out something for light. Tomorrow, that's the first thing we'll do," he promised, the slow motion of his hand over your hair gradually easing all tightness in your muscles.

"But the quiet..."

"Let me sing to you," he offered, and for some reason, the suggestion only brought tears back into the corners of your eyes. "I'm no good, but at least it'll be something. And someday, I'm gonna find a way to give you real music. Like those discs and records you always heard about back on the train." Nodding, you knew what he was talking about: some of the tailenders you had known were old enough to remember life before the end of the world, where apparently entire orchestras and symphonies could all be listened to from tiny machines that ran on electricity. The only music you could remember yourself was singing, and the rare occasion that the higher-ups would audition folks on instruments to go play for the more fortunate cars.

"A music box," Curtis's voice broke your train of thought as you both grew closer and closer to a warm, deep slumber. "I'll make one for you- I'll figure out how. Any song you want, y/n. Any song you can remember. You'll never have to sleep in silence again." And as you finally drifted off to sleep, you found comfort in one fact that you could be certain of: Curtis was a man of his word.

#eun's writing #whumptember 2022 #curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett angst #hurt/comfort #curtis everett blurb #curtis everett drabble #curtis everett headcanon #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett one shot #snowpiercer #snowpiercer fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Bunnies Behaving Badly

Summary: When you and your girls decide to attend a Halloween Party for charity, you accidentally forget to share a few important specifics with your men. Featuring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, & Curtis Everett

Warnings: Shenanigans, Hot Men, Possessive & Andy/Ari/Curtis, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Skimpy Outfits, Alcohol Consumption, Cursing, Violence (mentioned), Smut, Punishments (mentioned), Vibrator, Ball Gag, Belt Spanking (mentioned), Anal Sex, Daddy!Kink, Orgasm Denial (mentioned), Minors DNI

A/N: First, thanks to everyone who sent or posted messages of support. I appreciate them and you. I’ve since gone off to start getting some professional help for what’s happening with both my mind and body. So yeah, I’m in the hospital again, but it’s okay. Anyways, this story includes appearances from Ari and Curtis. Hope you enjoy the randomness. Please send your feedback. Not beta’d. All mistakes my own.

You stood in the mirror finishing the final touches on your, erm, Halloween costume for tonight’s big charity event. You had initially been roped into going by your girls, Ruby and Story.

Ruby was married to Andy’s friend Curtis, while Story was dating his other longtime friend, Ari. While you didn’t know either man super well, they had always seemed nice enough. Maybe a little on dark and broody side.

But to be fair, your Andy Bear wasn’t exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky all the time either.

While they supported your charitable efforts with their own respective donations, you were thankful that they were unable to attend due to a standing poker game that they just could not miss.

It’s not that you wouldn’t miss them, oh no. It was more like they wouldn’t be a fan of their chosen ensembles: sinful, sexy bunnies.

In fact, you were certain that your man would hit the fucking roof if even got a hint of what you we’re rocking under your trench coat. Which is exactly why you had encouraged Ruby and Story to bring a change of clothes with them.

Because if your sweet, loving Andy Barber ever saw your outfit…he’d have an aneurysm on the spot. As would Curtis and Ari.

Because their ladies had bought matching outfits in different colors. Ruby’s was black, while Story had chosen red.

If you were being honest, your outfit was a more than a little outside your comfort zone. But oh well. You worked hard for your body, so why not show it off?

After all, you only lived once right? Your phone buzzes, letting you know that your friends were five minutes away. You spritz on some perfume, throw your heels into your bag, and take off down the stairs.

Sucking in a nervous breath you slip into your man’s study to quickly kiss him goodbye. He holds up a finger, telling you wait for him to wrap up his call.

Your Andy was big on proper goodbyes between you too. And he became exceptionally grumpy when he didn’t his way. So you blow him another case and race for the door.

You’re halfway down the front steps when your boyfriend wrenches open the front door. “Hey! Come back here, sweetheart! I need my kisses damn it!” He growls into the night air.

“We’re already late, baby!” You call back it him. “You’ll have to settle for ‘em later. I love you!” You tell him before throwing yourself in the backseat of Ruby’s vehicle.

“Drive girls, before my man comes down here.”

You watch as your boyfriend glares at the car, his arms folded over his chest, as you take off into the darkness.

“Oh, my God!” Ruby exhales as winds her way down a curvy dark road. “Do you ladies know how hard it was to get out of the house without Curtis going through my stuff? I had to show him my back-up outfit to get him to calm down!” She runs a hand through her caramel colored locks.

You and Story let out a collective groan.

“At least you didn’t have to blow your man in order distract him long enough to let you dip out of the house. I had to literally suck the soul out of his giant body, leave him in a daze, and then slip away.” She ruffles her deep red curls.

“Well, I got lucky. Andy was on the phone. So I gave him a smooch goodbye and flew out of there. Whew, talk about timing!” You smooth your hands over your pinned-up blue black curls. “By the way, nice hair, Story. Love the look, babe.”

“Thanks, boo. My man wasn’t a fan at first, but as soon as he saw what I was rocking underneath - he was on his knees for me so fast.”

You all giggle, before shifting topics. This wouldn’t be your typical Halloween party, and not just because it was for charity. The invitation had encouraged attendees to wear outfits that were a little on the skimpy side. However, the invite also came with a set of rules, a drink limit, and a promise that disrespect of any kind would not be tolerated.

All good things.

Regardless, you hadn’t even bothered showing it to Andy. He would have snatched it from you, ripped it up, and tossed it in the garbage.

Once you the and girls arrive, you make the necessary changes to our outfits right there in the car. You help each other with makeup, you pull on stilettos, and then you fluff your bunny ears just right.

Damn you all looked good.

You pay your $50 fee and then enter the party. The three of you take in the overall vibe. So far, so good.

The decorations were just the right amount of “spooky” - you’re talking suspicious looking cobwebs, demented looking pumpkins, and eerie life-sized ghouls, zombies, hellhounds, wraiths, changelings, banshees…and more.

Boy, whoever had come with must have been a huge fan of Supernatural…

“Wow.” Story whistles beside you as you make your way to the bar. “Can you believe some of these looks?”

“And I thought ours would be scandalous.” Your other friend murmurs as she struggles to yank her tight, short skirt down to cover her ass.

You lean down to rest arm on the bar, accidentally highlighting your ample cleavage in the process. If your boyfriend had seen you do that, he would’ve thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders and tied the sleeves around your tiny body.

The thought makes you giggle.

“Can we please get, uh, three Witches' Hearts cocktails? They look yummy.” Ruby all but purrs.

“Any thing for you three beautiful bunnies.” You go to pay for the first round but he waves you off.

“It’s on me, you sweet, sexy creatures. Made ‘em extra strong too.” The handsome blonde winks you. “Enjoy.”

The three of you walk around for a while, aimlessly chatting with the people you recognize. Sometimes taking pictures with slutty nurses, naughty witches and warlocks - and a super sexy alien. Yeah, he might have been covered head to toe in sparking green paint, but it was something about his gray eyes and that Greek-god-like build…

As soon as he walks away, you make a show of fanning yourself.

“I call dibs on Lord Zultar over there if ever dump Ari.” She giggles behind her hand. “Oh, who am I kidding? That oversized neanderthal would never let me go.”

“He’d probably handcuff you to him,” Ruby agrees. “I know Curtis threatens to do that to me all of the time.” She finishes with a shrug.

“And my sweet Andy threatens to tie me to the bed anytime he feels like I’m being a brat. It’s all very romantic.” You roll your eyes. “We’re dating a bunch of fucking ogres.”

“Yep - with no hope of escape.” Story mumbles. “We need more drinks!” So back to the bar you go.

This time, that same good looking bartender suggests you try the Black Magic Margaritas, which you do.

Delicious!

You decide to sit and chat amongst yourselves, and sometimes even with Chad, the bartender, when he’s not busy serving other customers.

“Oh, girls!” Ruby exclaims as she peruses the menu. “It’s time for shots. Let do the Wolf's Bane. Hey Chad, you gotta taken one with us too!”

“It would be my pleasure, gorgeous. You pretty ladies just made my whole night!” Chad gets to work, mixing melon and pineapple liquors together, before adding absinthe and a splash of grenadine. He then gives the tumblr a good shake before pouring them in four tall shot glasses.

“Alright, ladies -”

“Wait! Hold on.” You jump on the bar and prompt your friends to do that same. “We need pictures! Story your phone is better than mine.”

With a nod, she hands off her phone to a shimmering siren who agrees to take a couple pics for you.

The first picture is of you and the girls leaning in pretending to kiss Chad, who is smiling from ear to ear. And the next is one of the four of you tossing back your shots. And the third and final one shows you kicking your legs up and smiling like idiots.

Eventually you hop down and order one more drink.

The Corpse Reviver.

The only thing left to really wait for were the results of the Silent Auction. You hadn’t seen much that you were interested in, but you’d bid on a few things anyway.

You and your girls find an open table where you sit and enjoy your cocktails. They were strong, but good. You’d have to go find some food soon.

“Story?” Ruby suddenly asks after she notices the woman quickly tapping away at her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Posting those cute pics to Instagram.”

“No!” You and Ruby shout, each attempting to snatch for her phone. “The guys might see them and - ”

“Oh, hush!” Story waves away your concerns. “None of our guys have social media. Especially not Ari. They will never know.” She throws an arm around each of your necks smacks an affectionate kiss on your cheeks.

“Now, I say we’ve grab one more drink and bounce. Back to the bar bitches!”

Back at Andy’s Place

“I fold.” Andrew mutters, throwing his cards down on the table. “I need to stop playing with a bunch of fucking cheaters.” He glares at his two friends.

“He always like this?” Ari snickers before polishing off his beer.

“What? A little bitch?” Curtis finishes off his drink as well and then belches. “Uh yeah. Ever since I’ve known him.” He runs a hand over his short, dark buzz cut.

“Whatever. Fucking asshats.” Andy takes a bite of cold pizza. “Are we picking up the girls tonight?”

“I think we should. Hate the idea of them being drunk and taking an Uber with some strange fuck. Ruby and I can just go grab her car tomorrow.”

“Fine by me.” Ari agrees, dragging his hands through his long, light brown locks. He rises from the table and grabs his keys. “I’m sure our resident Sweet Andy won’t mind cleaning up this mess.” He says before flashing him a teasing grin.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Sunshine Bear.” Andy watches as the other man quickly frowns.

“Jesus fucking Chris, you are both so fucking ridiculous.” Curtis scrubs a hand over his eyes. “Can we just go already?”

“Sure thing, Baby Boo.” Andy and Ari high-five. Meanwhile, Curtis simply rolls his eyes and walks out the door.

Twenty Minutes Later…

You and the girls are in the middle of polishing off your last drink, something called Death in the Afternoon, when Ruby freezes next to you.

“Umm…umm…” That’s when you and Story finally take note of the panic in her voice.

“What? What is it you whisper?” Your eyes scan the room and then you see it. And by it you mean them.

“Shit! Everyone get down!

The three of your hurriedly duck underneath the table. Silently praying that you had suddenly harnessed the power of invisibility.

Maybe you could sneak out of here without them noticing you. Maybe you could…

You and your girls watch in horror as your men approach the bar. And then you see Chad, the bartender, point in the direction of your table.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Giving him a nod, your large, strapping men come striding over to you.

“Hi ladies.” Andy greets you all. “Me and these losers decided we’d be better off picking you girls up instead of trusting your safety with some random Uber. Ready to go?”

Ari coughs and then does a spin, taking in all of the decorations and whatnot. “I might have come with you next time, my little sprite.” He flashes her smile.

Curtis stares you all down. “Hey, Rubaloo, why are you three hiding under the table?” His big arms go across his chest. “It’s time to go home.”

“But my car…” She whines.

“Will be picked up tomorrow.” He growls softly.

“Could you three, uh maybe turn around and close your eyes for a couple seconds. We - we have a surprise for you…” You offer them all nervous smile.

“No.” They hiss, looking suspicious.

You, Story, and Ruby share a quick look. It was time to accept your fate. So you stand up and chug the rest of your cocktails. And then you push past your men and scamper towards the exit to grab your trench coats and hightail it to the car.

Going against your better judgement you look back to see all three men still standing by your former table. Not one of them moving a muscle.

“Please tell me you have your keys, girl.” Story hisses at Ruby. “We’re gonna need a head start.”

“Yeah, I do. And believe me, I don’t want to get murdered in a parking either, but I’m too drunk to drive!” Her hands go to tug at her hair.

They each turn their attention to you, only to wilt when you shake your head. “Same boat, ladies.”

A moment later, your men exit the bar. Their respective faces appear hard and unreadable.

“Ari, baby. My Sunshine Bear. I can explain, okay?” Story whispers as she chews on her thumb.

“And I can’t wait to hear your explanations, my little sprite. Your paddle is like truth serum for you. Now, say goodbye to your friends and get in the fucking car.”

With a whimper, she waves at you and climbs in.

“Sir isn’t happy with you right now, Rubaloo. You know better than to wear something like this without permission. Now get in the car and please, not a word from you until we get home.”

Ruby nods at you and disappears into the front seat.

Which leaves just you and Andy…

Without a word you hop in the car, put on your seatbelt, and bury your face in your hands. Andy exchanges a few more words with the other men before joining you.

When you finally reach your own home and pull in the garage, he lets out a deep sigh. “Go upstairs to our bedroom and place your nose in the corner, young lady.”

As soon as you're out of the car and inside, his big hand goes down to fist his own painful erection. When he’d seen you, his little baby girl, dressed to nines in that skimpy, pink poor excuse of a costume…

He'd been torn between hauling you over his shoulder and dragging you to the nearest bathroom to fuck your brains out, or beating the shit out of every man in that room with the exception of Curtis and Ari.

After closing the garage, he enters the house and takes time climbing the stairs. Once he’s in his room, he sees you facing the corner as you'd been instructed.

Content to leave his naughty little bunny there for a little while longer, he goes to fetch your punishment box out of the closet. Andy smiles when he pulls out a pink ball gag.

Oh, how fitting.

“Come here, baby.”

“Andy...” Comes your pitiful sniffle. “Daddy, I swear we didn’t do anything except have a little fun. Nothing inappropriate -”

He levels you with a fierce glare. “I’m sorry, but your outfit…ugh…all three of your outfits were entirely inappropriate. You don’t wear something like, like this -” He angrily gestures at you.

“Especially without your man around. So now Daddy has to teach his baby a very important lesson.”

That's the absolute last thing you wanted to hear.

“Go grab Daddy’s favorite belt.”

When you re-emerge holding Andy’s thick, black belt, you see that’s there’s a ball gag and one of your favorite vibrators sitting on the bed. Shivering you hand him the belt and then he motions for you to lie on your back.

“Leave ‘em on baby girl. All of it. Outfit, ears, and heels.” Andy’s tone is hard and unyielding. “Now lie on your back and spread your legs for your man. Good girl.”

He slaps your pussy before drizzling lube on the vibrator. Pulling the crotch of your outfit aside, he works the toy inside of your little pussy and turns it on. Wiping his hands, he then grabs the gag.

“Safe word for when you can’t speak?”

“I ring my little chime.” You dutifully respond without missing a beat.

“Good girl.” He says before securing it. “Now, I’m going tan this ass with my belt. And then Daddy’s going to fuck your little back hole with his big fat cock.”

A wail escapes your lips as the vibrator begins to torture your cunt.

“And remember, my sweet baby, my using your little hole is gonna be all about Daddy’s pleasure tonight.”

Your whole body shivers again.

“Which means you had better not cum.”

Andy cracks the belt against his thigh. “Can’t wait to make you scream, little one. Make sure you’re nice and loud for Daddy.”

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Money Shotz AU Master List

This is a porn AU, where all the characters are porn stars. There will not be any warnings in the chapters as this is exclusively for 18+ readers.

Barber’s Candy

Andy Barber X porn star reader

Black Widow (Completed) ✔️

Natasha Romanoff X female reader.

Blackwood's Angel (Completed) ✔️

Charles Blackwood X porn star reader

Can Do This All Day (Completed) ✔️

Steve Rogers X porn star producer

Caught Red Handed (Complete) ✔️

Steve Kemp X Fluffer

Dream Girl (Completed) ✔️

Chris Evans X long-time girlfriend

Gay For Pay (Completed) ✔️

Loki Luafeyson X Porn Star Reader

Hit Referesh In Fifteen Seconds (Completed) ✔️

Nick Fowler X Cam girl reader

In The Haze (Completed) ✔️

Sharon Carter X Bucky Barnes X Chris Beck with the eventually Bucky X porn star reader

Last Of His Kind (Completed) ✔️

Sebastian Stan

Love Is In The Air (Completed) ✔️

Ari Levinson X Jefferson.

Money Shotz Inc. (Completed) ✔️

The story that started it all. Healthy mix of characters with the eventual Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Frank Adler.

Out Of The Closet (Completed) ✔️

Thor x Gay OC

Popping Cherry (Completed)✔️

Lee Bodecker X virgin, new porn star reader

Raging Storm (Completed) ✔️

Johnny Storm X ghost of girlfriend.

Smooth Like Jazz (Completed) ✔️

Curtis Everett X porn star reader

Strip It Down (Completed) ✔️

Jake Jensen X Stripper reader

Zemo's Sweetheart (Completed) ✔️

Company Owner Zemo X porn star reader

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

💌𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄💌

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! ALL MEN ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM!

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 (ma fée) - were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader

೫˚🌹❀ *ૢ💌೫˚🧸

𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 (ma lapin) - easter bunny logan howlett x mrs claus reader

೫˚🌹❀ *ૢ💌೫˚🧸

𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 (ma ange) - elf steve rogers x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (ma coeur) - santa ari levinson x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 (mon étoile) - elf ransom drysdale x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 (ma fleur) - elf jake jensen x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 (ma papillon) - elf frank adler x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆 (ma colombe) - the grinch bucky barnes x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍 (ma perle) - lifeguard ari levinson x tiny reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 (mon trésor) - elf johnny storm x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 (ma princesse) - elf curtis everett x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche) - elf lee bodecker x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 (ma chaton) - jock jake wyler x nerdy girlfriend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (mon amour) - bull hybrid ari levinson x farmer reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 (ma chérie) - were-bear henry cavill x bunny hybrid reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 (ma pêche) - steve kemp x girlfriend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒆 (ma bourdon) - best friend’s dad ari levinson x young reader x his friend andy barber

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 (ma goutte de rosée) - willy wonka x lover reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 (ma douce rose) - best friend’s brother curtis everett x innocent reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (ma lumière des étoiles) - rick grimes x best friend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏 (mon soleil) - elf lloyd hansen x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 (mon sucre) - luke danes x partner reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 (ma poupée) - stepdad bucky barnes x stepdaughter reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒆 (ma tarte aux cerises) - stepdad steve rogers x stepdaughter reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune de sucre) - stepbrother curtis everett x stepsister reader

೫˚🌹❀ *ૢ💌೫˚🧸

𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune) - winter soldier bucky barnes x pretty reader

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𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃

𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 - cupid pre-serum steve rogers x lovesick reader

೫˚🌹❀ *ૢ💌೫˚🧸

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: All my main characters are of legal age and their descriptions are vague to be inclusive to all! - unless specified.

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭; series ⤜ d, f, s, a, r

✧࿐ Being an omega made you a victim to cruel destinies, trapped in roles designed to keep you submissive and quiet. Alphas have been on their shiny, golden pedestals for far too long and the world needed to change, and if it had to start with you at a college notorious for being ruled by alphas, then so be it. [dark A/B/O college au, dark alpha!fratboy!Ari Levinson x omega activist!reader, HC Verse]

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲; collection ⤜ f, s

➧ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐧 ➧ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

✧࿐ He’s the star rugby player, the Bull, and you’re his sweet nerdy girlfriend. [thick frat boy!Ari Levinson, college au, size kink]. Find all drabbles/asks in my 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧); collection ⤜ f, s

Set in the verse of: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ Icky college boys will never change—so sleep with their dads. [boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber x reader, with: dilf!neighbour!Bucky Barnes, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Steve Rogers, age gap, cheating]

𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧; mini series ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ Final bosses, last life sprints, and equally frustrating and convoluted game sequences could never prepare you for a man who virtually goes by Gemini Stallion. [cam daddy!Ari Levinson x shy!nerdy gamer!reader, age gap, inexperienced!reader]

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠; series ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole-damn city? [Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (Trailer Park AU), size difference, innocent!reader, neighbours-to-lovers]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥; series ⤜ f, s, a

✧࿐ They’re shaded and jaded, and you’re the answer to their prayers. [major crossover, uni!camgirl!reader x sugar daddy!Ari Levinson]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬; one shot ⤜ f, s, r (c)

✧࿐ Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask. [Biker!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (biker x baker au), size difference]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r

✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new star. [major crossover, pornstar!Ari Levinson x fluffer!reader x pornstar!Curtis Everett]

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; one shot ⤜ f (c)

✧࿐ It was a little ridiculous how in love you were… With a single glance, he could make you melt until you’re a pile strawberry ice cream, tied with a pretty ribbon, and sitting on his doorstep. [Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader, stripper!reader, neighbours au]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, d, r (c)

✧࿐ Sometimes the kindest souls suffer the most. Based on this ask. [dark!dilf!Ari Levinson x innocent!babysitter!reader, virgin!reader, fake relationship-esque]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰; one shot ⤜ d, s (c)

✧࿐ Beware the quiet ones. [dark stalker!Ari Levinson, college au, IT guy!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, somnophilia]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞; two parter ⤜ a, f

➥ 𝟏/𝟐 | 2/2

✧࿐ Even the most beautiful love stories are bound to end in tragedy, but you thought you and Ari would be an exception. [photographer!Ari Levinson x reader, glimpses of fluff, angst with a happy ending, old flames, childhood friends-to-loves aftermath, ex-boyfriend!Ari]

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; mini series ⤜ soft!d, s (c)

✧࿐ Your friends said Ari was playing with your little heart and pushed for you to end things, but it takes a lot more than a breakup text to get rid of him. And your stupid friends should’ve known better. [Ghostface!Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead!reader. Murderer!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, aphrodisiac, dumb!reader, manipulation, stealthing, dacryphilia, dumbification]

𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭; one shot ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ [semi-retired surfer!Ari Levinson x reader, fratboy surfer!Johnny Storm x reader, age gap]

𝐀̀ 𝐋𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞; one shot ⤜ f, s, r

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eighteen: Introductions Made

Summary- 3.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Claude might be playing matchmaker. When they do take an interest, Curtis suddenly finds himself with more time on his hands.

Warnings- Phone sex and discussing the use of toys.

A/N- As always, Thank you all so much for reading and sharing this little series. I appreciate whenever I get to hear what anyone is thinking about these two and how they navigate a building relationship. Thank you @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to beta this project for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Seventeen / Masterlist

You pondered at Curtis’s kitchen table, papers scattered all around, your reading glasses half slid down your nose as you leaned over with a pen poised in your hand, glancing over essays. Or that is what you were supposed to be doing. But, you had something more important distracting you.

Claude happened to bring up the newest addition to the middle school team, Yona. In particular how sweet, smart, funny, and kind the soft-spoken teacher’s aide was and how she thought that there was someone you both knew who would probably really like getting to know her- Edgar.

Things between you and Edgar had changed, immensely after that Halloween party, for the better. You two had gotten to actually know one another now that you were a frequent member at Paulie’s for game nights. Yes, he could be hot-headed and run his mouth too far as he proved at your party. But, he also grew a pair and came out to apologize with sincerity, that you were sure of. Now the man would give you the shirt off his back if he thought you needed it. He also proved himself to be funny and caring, a bit shy whenever complimented. You were rather fond of the man now.

Yona was much more of an observer and tended to be more cautious with things. Claude thought this would be a moment where perhaps opposites attract. Now that Claude put that thought in your head, it wouldn’t stop rolling around up there.

“How’re the papers going?” Curtis questioned from behind you, startling you a moment to glance over your shoulder to see him coming in from the garage. His hands were covered in what looked like car oil. “Can you get the sink for me so I don’t touch anything?”

“Slow… slower than I like.” You answered his question as you went to turn on the hot water and go under the sink to find the special mechanics degreaser soap.

“What are the papers about this time?” He had you pump several squirts of the soap in his hands before he started to scrub at them.

“The winter ecosystem and hibernation of local wildlife.” You went back to the table to sit back down. “Simple enough, but… I need your thoughts on an entirely different matter.”

“Shoot.” Curtis scrubbed at his nails with a brush before he was satisfied that they were clean once more. Cleaning up around the sink, he turned to dry his hands on a hand towel.

“Edgar ever have any serious girlfriends?”

“Edgar? Um- not for a hell of a long time.” Curtis pondered, trying to remember his last serious girlfriend. “At least for a couple years. He was with one girl, but she moved away. He has had dates, but never anyone he was serious about. Why?”

“Well, there is this woman who started just before Christmas named Yona. She just moved here, really sweet and kind woman. I was gonna mention to Claude about maybe inviting her to Paulie’s, and see if she wants to join in on one of our game nights.”

Curtis listened closely while settling in the chair across from you. “If you think she would like to hang with us Honey, invite her. I know Edgar showed his ass back at Halloween, but if you trust him, he would probably love to meet Yona. I know he misses having someone, you know?”

“I picked up on that.” You plucked your pen back up to start working on the papers once more, only having a couple more to go. “He did say he was jealous of you before.”

“Well…” Curtis moved to a stand, sliding his hand under your chin to tilt your head back to look up at him. “I would be jealous too if I let you get away from me.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, but couldn't hold back the way it made you grin all proud as he dropped a kiss to you. “Good thing you saw me first?”

“Remind me to thank Gilliam for that. You almost done?”

“Just a couple more, I just gotta focus.” You blinked up at him.

“Okay, let’s go out to dinner tonight when you’re done.” Another nipping kiss had you pushing your hand lightly against his chest.

“You gotta let me finish then, stop being a distraction, Curtis.” He caught one more protesting kiss before backing up with his hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine, fine. Come find me when you are ready.” He grinned while retreating into the living room, you waited a few seconds before leaning forward in your chair, looking around the corner to see him grabbing a book and settling in the recliner he preferred to read in while waiting for you.

“I promise you will have a good time,” Claude assured Yona while you went up the stairs to Paulie’s and held open the door. You two had managed to coax Yona to come to game night to meet the guys. It took a little convincing but she relented when you and Claude both offered up rounds of beers. Somehow the guys made out on this deal too.

Yona followed you up the stairs and stepped inside, glancing around. “Looks like a grungy sports bar with cold beers and greasy food.” You nodded since she basically nailed Paulie’s on the head. “I already love it.”

“Did Y/N tell you about her first trip here?” Claude smirked as she stepped in behind Yona and you let the door shut behind you.

“Met your boyfriend here, didn’t you?” Yona inquired and you shrugged.

“Actually I met him on a school trip, but we did run into each other again here and had a fun night. “ You glanced around, looking for Curtis, Edgar or Gray. “According to Curtis it was our first date, but I say it wasn't.”

“Why not? “

“Because he never asked me out that time. We ran into each other.”

“Fucking fate is what it was.” Claude leaned against the bar. “Paulie, where are the guys?”

“Out in the back room.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “They already have drinks back there waiting. Maybe. They already came out once for refills.”

You led them around the bar and disappeared through the kitchen and into the back store room that Paulie set up for you guys to practice throwing axes You could hear the three of them debating near the large bullseye.

“Yeah, it veers to the left because you are not throwing straight Curtis.” Edgar stated while studying the implanted hatchet.

“I bumped my shoulder the other night.” He admitted, his hand lifting to rub at his shoulder. “Must still be sore.”

You hid a grin, knowing full well why he bumped his shoulder. The two of you tumbled out of bed right in the middle of making out and Curtis had managed to wedge himself between you and the floor before you both landed. You felt awful at the moment as he hissed in pain, scrambling off to sit next to him, half-undressed while he laughed hard, assuring you that he was okay.

You certainly didn’t see anything funny about what just happened, worried that you had really hurt him but he pulled you back to him, kissing and pulling you against him till you were lost in the haze that being with him brought. “Get your ass back up on the bed Honey, we weren’t finished.” You never got off the floor so fast in your life. Curtis right behind you, rolling the two of you back together, making you laugh at his enthusiasm.

Next morning, he was lame.

“Well now I know how I can win against you.” Grey joked. “Gotta maim you.”

“Fuck off Grey, you been ahead in points since Christmas.” Curtis flipped him off while you three entered the room, breaking up the debate as all three of them saw your small group coming in.

“Hey guys…” You paused to sling your arm encouraging around your friend. “This is Yona, Claude and I work with her.”

“Hi, Yona.” They rang out in unison, making the woman next to you laugh with her own greeting back.

“This is Grey.” Claude pointed him out. “Curtis is that tall brute next to him.” Then she sauntered over to Edgar, taking his hand, not being too subtle at all as she pulled the man forward. “And this is Edgar.”

Edgar blushed wildly, making him look cute and boyish at that moment. “It’s nice to meet you Yona.” His hand slipped into hers when she offered it, giving a shake. His hand swallowed hers but just watching them, you had a feeling that Yona had the upper hand.

“You too Edgar, what were you guys doing?”

“Throwing hatchets, do you want to try?” Edgar perked up, Curtis wrapped his arms around you, invested as well in the interaction.

“Absolutely.” Yona set her purse down on the table and wriggled out of her winter coat. You watched as Edgar set about finding her some hatchets. Curtis tugged on your jacket, encouraging you to slip it off and settle in for game night.

“I like her.” He admitted, still listening to her and Edgar talk while they both took up spots to throw with hatchets in hand.

“I knew you would.” You said softly back while turning to face him, eyeing his shoulder. “Is it still really sore?”

“Nah, just stiff.” He rolled his shoulders, wincing a bit. “Okay, A little bit. You gonna kiss and make it better?” A wriggle of his eyebrows disappeared under his black beanie. He looked so hopeful at that moment, you had to give him a little something to ponder.

“Will do more than kiss it better.” Giving a wink, you took his hand in yours and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “But not till later, we have all night.” You tugged him closer to the throwing line so you could watch Yona’s and Edgar's throws, Curtis groaning behind you.

“Later? Honey you want me to hold out that long?”

“Hold out for what?” Claude piped up, her eyes teasing at Curtis while you let Curtis engulf you, his arms draped around you and his chest pressing against your back, his groin pressing half-hard against you.

“Exactly what you think.” Curtis retorted while Claude cackled, you scoffed and looked up at him.

“Behave.”

“Make me.” His grin was wickedly teasing, you let yourself lean back into him while Edgar lined up his shot and swung his arm to send the hatchet spinning in a blur but it planted into the bullseye very close to its intended target. “Damn, keep going and you are gonna be hitting those dead center.” Curtis complimented and you gave a small squeeze to his hand in a thank you. You knew Curtis didn’t give them out to Edgar, not often since Halloween and you hated the rift between the two of them, even though Edgar had been wildly out of line that night.

Edgar shrugged, trying to brush it off while Grey and Claude added their own input, but you saw the little secret smile he hid when he ducked his head, stepping aside for Yona to throw. Yona approached with some apprehension. Everyone started to yell encouraging, but Edgar motioned for you all to pipe it down. You muffled yourself in Curtis’s arm, still watching as she made her throw.

And it landed so close to Edgar’s, even though it did bounce off, that you and Claude cheered. Grey and Curtis exchanged glances, grinning at one another. “Let her throw again,” Curtis mentioned. “And give her one of those sharper ones.”

“Yeah!” Edgar went to grab another, this one gleaming with a fresh blade as he carefully handed it over. “Throw it again, Yona.”

“Why did you give me a dull one before?” she quizzed him and Edgar shrugged.

“It was the first one I grabbed that looked like would be a good fit for you.” Edgar tried explaining hurriedly to defend himself, you saw the flash of nerves across his face that he might have screwed up. Yona giggled and bumped her shoulder against him, breaking the seconds of tension.

“I’m just teasing.” She whirled up to send that one flying. It was closer to the bullseye and stayed in the board this time.

You all gasped in surprise and Edgar rushed right over to check it, wrenching the hatchet out while placing a marker in the spot. “You are good at this.”

She shrugged, this time she came off as a bit shy. “Ah, well I did archery every summer at my family’s camp.” She collected the hatchet in Edgar’s hand and swooped down to pick up the first one that dropped. “I have really good aim.”

Curtis, who was still behind you, watching the interaction dropped his mouth to your ear, whispering softly. “Oh yeah, I really like this friend. Edgar does too.” Your eyes flickered to Claude who was whispering excitedly to Grey, the man nodding in agreement with what she was saying.

In the following weeks, Edgar and Yona started to see one another outside of the group. Curtis certainly noticed a change in his friend. He stopped being sullen about things, more enthusiastic and exuberant at work. Although whenever Grey or Curtis mentioned getting together at Paulie’s, Edgar had an excuse for why he couldn’t go out.

That made Curtis home more often as Grey was also going out with Claude when he wasn’t spending his evenings with Sophia. You as well were busy with after-school programs involved in coaching students who were struggling with their studies. It turned into late nights in his garage working on the Camaro till he wandered up to his bedroom to shower, read and share a few messages with you before bed.

You offered to come over afterward, but Curtis knew how busy and tired you were. Not to mention the fact your apartment was a lot closer to the school. As a compromise, you always made sure to call him while you were getting ready for bed.

“I have our flight booked for Florida.” He could hear you shifting the blankets around and the creak of your bed as you got in. He also heard the unsaid questioning part in your statement.

“I’m ready for some sunshine, sand, and sex with my girl.” He teased as he flopped on his bed, having taken a shower earlier and set the heater for the night, he was just wandering his bedroom in his boxers now, ready to crash after you said goodnight to him. You laughed at his statement, relieved sounding.

“Sunshine, sand and sex actually sounds really good.” You gave a little moan in the phone, more rustling of your beading, and Curtis could hear the soft hitch of your breath.

“You tired tonight Honey?”

“No…”

“But I hear it in your voice, what is it you are wanting?” Curtis questioned, his legs stretching out as he leaned against the headboard, waiting for your answer.

“I miss you.” You said hesitantly. “I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever now. I’m sorry, I know it is because of my stuff at the school we haven't.”

“I miss you too, Honey. I know we were supposed to meet up with everyone at Paulie’s, but what if we just spent the evening together this weekend?” Curtis knew it was late, and both of you would be up at the crack of dawn, but he had to make the offer. For you, he would make that drive. “What if I came over now Honey?”

“No.” You said firmly, being the more reasonable to the two of them. “Friday is your early day so you can’t be late and I will just be passing out after talking to you.”

“You, Pretty Girl, are such a teacher.” Curtis teased. “All responsible. Fine, fine… I could help you go to sleep though.”

“Well I am, but seriously Curtis, you would just be coming here to cling to the edge of my small bed and not get a good nights sleep.”

“Your bed isn’t that small.”

“Smaller then your king size one.” You giggled and almost shyly inquired his other proposal. “How are you going to make me fall asleep?”

His sweet little Honey, how he wished he was there to see your reaction to what he was offering.

“We have never had phone sex Pretty Girl.” There was that whine of surprise, a bit needy and he assumed it was from him using Pretty Girl.

There was silence, but then a tiny breathy “Oh.” reached him. “No, we haven't done that.”

“We don’t have to if you are not in the mood.” Curtis offered, giving you an easy out if you were not interested.

“No! Um- I’m very much in the mood Curtis.” Your bed creaked once more as you wriggled around in your covers Curtis guessed from the sounds you were making on the other end.

“Just relax Y/N, I got you.” Curtis tilted his head back, letting his eyes close so he could picture you laying in your own bed. “What are you wearing Honey?”

“Um, well I am wearing your Highway To Hell tee.” That made Curtis smile, knowing you were wrapped up in his clothing.

“I left it there for you to use Pretty Girl. Where do you want to touch yourself first, close your eyes and picture it, talk to me.” He was patient, not pushing you further. But he could picture you trying to work through your thoughts, the way your expression would go from unsure to exited at the challenge.

“My thighs, sliding my hands along the tops of them.”

“You do have beautiful thighs.” Curtis started, his free hand rubbing down his bare chest and belly to rest above the bend of his boxers. “I love feeling how soft they are as they wrap around me and squeeze.” Your breath hitched at his words, he swore he heard a touch of a whine in your voice.

“Then to my inner thighs, my hands are not as good as yours though. Or your beard.” You tone started to sound breathy, like you were headed towards something.

Curtis ran a hand against his chin, rasping it enough so you could hear it. Your breath hitched just as he hoped. “You like my beard rubbing against your skin, marking you all over Pretty Girl?”

“Yes!” you said with enthusiasm, Curtis cussed under his breath hearing you and moved his hand under the band of his boxers to press his palm against his throbbing cock. “Run your face up and down my thighs.”

“Play with your tits Pretty Girl, I know you love your nipples licked and sucked on.” Curtis wrapped his fingers around himself, squeezing lightly, resisting jerking himself off listening to you for now. “Push your shirt up off yourself.”

A rustling started in the phone and then you started whimpering. “I do love when you suck on me like that.” You sounded so sweet, making Curtis grunt lightly as he pulled his hard throbbing cock out, fisting himself tighter.

“Honey, I would be pulling and sucking on them, kissing all over till you were covered. One day I will fuck your breasts.” He jerked himself, pushing his legs up to brace his feet against his mattress.

“Your big fat cock pushing through my tits.” You encouraged him. Curtis let his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the moment listening to you. “I want you too.” Your voice drifted off a moment. “I have to touch myself.”

“Do it Pretty Girl, you must be wet now.”

“Uh-huh.” Curtis recognized that tone, the soft wail starting to build up, the sound of you rubbing your clit. “I want you inside me. To feel you on top of me, holding me down.”

“Trust me Honey, I will be soon.” Curtis felt himself shudder hearing you, his cock throbbing, needing to release. He worked his hand harder, chasing that feeling that burned in his belly.

“Have you underneath me feeling so good.”

“Hands pinned back?” Your covers rustled in the phone like you were kicking them off. The sound of your whines and moans coming more frequently, your fingers now burying into you from the sounds of it. Curtis could just picture you, your thighs spread open and your fingers pushing into your heat till you were messy sounding, your pussy squelching with every squeeze around your digits.

“Fuck I will tie you up if it will get you off Honey.” Curtis hissed into the phone. “Fuck-” His hips chased his fist, his cum starting to shoot over his hand. You were quiet a moment, just soft pleading whines coming through.

“Did you come?”

“Yes Pretty Girl.” He exhaled deeply. “Your turn Honey. You are so good, always feel so good squeezing my cock Honey, feel yourself squeezing your fingers.”

“Its’s not as good as your cock though.” You sighed in frustration and his phone ruffled a moment. Then a buzz came through. Curtis couldn’t help but grin that you must have gotten a toy.

“Pretty Girl, have you been holding out on me?”

You sounded sheepish on the phone. “Well, I haven't needed anything since being with you.”

“Well damn Honey, glad to have been of service. But I think should take some of those out next time I’m over. Let me hear you Pretty Girl, I wanna hear you feel good.”

You started softly, rebuilding back up, but within minutes you were chanting Curtis’s name and crying out in need. “You’re so close Honey, fuck you sound so good you are gonna get me hard again” When you came, Curtis started praising you, telling you how good you did for him, that he couldn’t wait to see you.

You said his name with a curious tone. “Curtis… you really don’t care about the toys?”

That surprised him for a moment. His brow furrows in his confusion. “No? I think that we should start using them if you didn’t mind. Why?”

“Well… I have known others to be jealous of me having them.” You stated cautiously and Curtis would have been willing to put money on who exactly that would have been.

“Honey, toys don’t bother me. You want them, then you should have them. Damn, I will buy you some when I find out what you like.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“No, I don’t have to but I sure as fuck want to. I would never tell you that you can’t have them anymore, or ever care if you used them. If you are worried about me feeling jealous of some toys, don’t. I’m not at all concerned that I’m not pleasing you. Adding toys will just make it that much better for us.” He pointed out.

“You are really okay with this.” You stated almost incredulously.

“Y/N, I’m serious, It doesn’t bother me.” Curtis stated. You yawned into the phone, making him speak up. “I am gonna say goodnight though Honey, you have an early day.”

“I’m not tired… much.” You rebutted. “But you are right. Thank you Curtis.”

“Thank you Honey, it was good hearing you even if I can’t be with you. Goodnight Pretty Girl.”

You groaned into the phone in exasperation, making Curtis chuckle. “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

"Trust me, will be dreaming about loving up on you. Talk tomorrow Beautiful."

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October the 31st, the day I disappeared

Written for @jtargaryen18 ‘s Haunted House challenge. I hope you like this A/B/O version...

Summary: A celebrity haunted house for charity will be open one night only, Halloween night. You spent days trying to get a ticket online for the event. Thanks to a bad day on Halloween, you get there only a minute before the line closes. You’re the last person to go in and thinking that’s either really bad (everyone is tired or would be in a hurry to see you out) or really good (maybe you’d get some extra time with the one you came to see). You are never seen again. You select the set of the celebrity you’re there to see. When you get too close, you step into another dimension - their world – and there’s no escape. (I used the given summary…)

Pairing: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!Reader

Characters: Gilliam, Edgar, Ofc Jake, unnamed ofc’s

Warnings: angst, language, a hint of blood, mention of deaths, scenting, true mates, smut, unprotected sex, mating bite, dub-con (if you squint), possessive alpha

October the 31st, your world…,

“Come on, hurry up, Jake,” you groan, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to go to the haunted house to look at guys who look better than him. “I was at that motorboat show with you too.”

“I wanted to look at boats, not other guys,” Jake rolls his eyes, stopping right in front of the house. “Can I not wait outside? Go and look at those wax figures and get all riled up for me.” He runs one hand over his crotch, and you sigh, asking yourself why you are with a guy like him.

“Yeah, you wanted to look at the boats but ended up ogling the hostesses. Don’t think I didn’t see you leave with one of them,” hurt you look at the house once again. The clock strikes five to midnight and you know, it’s Jake who cheated on you more than once or your favorite celebrities tonight. “You know, stay outside Jake. I’ve got this.”

You run off before Jake gets the chance to argue – not that he would want to enter the haunted house. “I’ll wait here, smoke a cigarette, and imagine you blow me off.”

Disgusted you run toward the door, showing your ticket to step inside the haunted house just in time.

The clock strikes midnight when you stroll toward your favorite character.

“Curtis Everett,” you swoon, looking up at the man you admire so much. “I saw your movie at least twenty times. I still can’t believe you didn’t make it.”

“Step closer to have a look,” the man who validated your ticket offers. “Don’t be shy.” Hesitantly you look at the man, shaking your head.

“No, Sir. I don’t think the owner wants us to touch the wax figures. I wouldn’t dare to risk I ruin it. I can watch him from afar but thank you, Sir,” you decline his offer as polite as possible.

“No worries, young lady,” the man chuckles, getting a device looking like a remote control out of his pocket. “You don’t have to watch him from afar any longer.” An uneasy feeling spreads through your body as you realize there are no other visitors around.

When you entered the haunted house, at least half a dozen girls were swooning all over Chris Evans's characters. Some men admired Carol Danvers and others stormed toward Sebastian Stan's characters.

Now suddenly everyone is gone, and you wonder where they all went to. Or should you rather ask what happened to them?

“What do you mean?” You gasp when the man’s eyes start to glow in the dim light of the room. He’s mumbling words in a foreign language, a dark smirk on his lips.

“Don’t be afraid, it will only hurt for a moment. I’ll get your soul and your body will turn to dust,” you look around the room, now seeing the dust in front of all the wax figures. Your heart hammers when you step backward, back bumping into Curtis's chest.

All you can do is to close your eyes and wait for your end. The song your mother used to sing to help you fall asleep comes to your mind and you start mumbling the words. The man’s eyes widen, but you can’t see it when the words your mother taught you slowly calm you.

“No…no…I can’t lose control,” you feel hands grasp for you, souls screaming your name when an arm wraps around your waist, dragging you backward. You scream in terror, fight the embrace as the room starts spinning.

“Don’t take her soul away from me,” the man screams, dashing toward you but it’s too late. Whatever grasped your body drags you into another world with rules of its own…

“Is she one of the front enders?” You hear voices close to you. Your mind is still clouded with darkness and fear. “Girl doesn’t look like she belongs to the tail, Curtis.”

“She doesn’t belong to them,” Curtis’s voice much closer now, his fingers graze your neck. “Now go and check the section. I can’t let anyone get her."

“Curtis, she could be a spy,” humming the tall alpha leans over your body to sniff at your neck, dragging his nose along your pulse point. “I’ll be right back.”

“Go, tell Gilliam we found a girl,” your eyes slowly flutter open when the alpha kisses your skin. “There she goes, little omega.”

“I…I,” Your eyelids flutter shut when you pray this is all a nightmare. His breath hot in your neck, his scent surrounding your senses the alpha brings you out of your prayers. “I swear that I’m not part of Wilford’s plan. I…”

“Who are you?” A knife pressed to your throat forces your eyes to meet Curtis's darkened blue orbs. “If you are not part of the plan you can answer my question.”

“You will not believe me,” lips quivering you look up at Curtis, knowing he will not trust anyone not coming from the tail end.

“Try me,” he’s sliding his hand over your chest, gasping when you push your breast into his hand. “I want to know how you got this far. We control the water supply section.”

“I know,” your shiver, feeling his thumb pinch your nipple, slowly rolling it. “I will tell you how I ended up here, but you’ll believe I’m crazy.”

“I want to hear it, omega,” Curtis’s hand slowly moves down your chest, fingers curling into your crop top. You shudder when his fingers reach your pants. “Tell me about it.”

“I visited a celebrity haunted house for charity. I got the tickets online and the only person I wanted to see was you, or rather the wax figure they made,” you gasp when his fingers deftly unbutton your pants. “Suddenly everyone was gone but a strange man. He mumbled words in a language I didn’t understand. Then I felt the wax figure behind me wrap his arm around me…that’s all I think.”

“Online? That’s impossible. Everything and anyone outside the train got destroyed. There is nothing left,” Curtis dips on hand into your pants, fingertips grazing your clit. “You’re crazy or a liar.”

“I still got the ticket, alpha,” you grind against his hand, slick slowly soaking Curtis's fingers. “You can have a look. I swear this is not my world. I don’t know how, but I think that I ended up in an alternative universe.”

“Alternative universe,” humming the alpha makes quick work of your pants, drags the fabric down your legs, along with your soaked panties. “You’re crazy.”

“I told you that you won’t believe me, Curtis,” his lips press against yours, claim your soft pillow in a surprisingly gentle kiss. There is hunger hidden behind his eyes, but he doesn’t want to unleash the beast he released at the beginning of the revolt. “I don’t know how to get back.”

“You won’t,” Curtis states, ripping your top off your body to reveal your braless chest. He groans, head dipping to suckle at one of your nipples. “You’re mine now.”

“Yours?” you cry out feelings his hand slip back between your legs to toy with your clit. He’s slowly running his thumb around the swollen numb, bringing you to the edge of an orgasm. “I can’t be yours. Jake, he’s…”

“I will not let you go,” you whimper, body craving the alpha. “I knew the moment I woke behind you that you’ll be mine. I could scent you.”

“Behind me? This is impossible. How can you…” Realization hits you. You didn’t end up in the world of Curtis Everett from the movie you know. “Edgar is still alive. This means things didn’t end up like in the movie.”

“We are not in a fucking movie,” he grips your hands, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, to hold you to the ground. “You’re in my world now. I don’t care if you came from the front end or another dimension. No matter what – you are mine now,” his teeth sink into your neck right before he slips two thick fingers into your slicker channel.

You should be afraid, should fight his touch but your secret fantasy comes true and you can’t deny the alpha your body or obedience. Not with his mark on your neck.

“You don’t understand, Sir.” Jake pants, fighting the cops who deny him access to the haunted house. “My girlfriend, Y/N. She went inside that house like four hours ago and never came back. I can’t reach her phone.”

“Sir, we must ask you to remain calm. We are looking for all the visitors. All we found inside the house was dust in front of the wax figures.” Panicked Jake looks at the haunted house, screaming your name when he realizes he lost you forever.

“Y/N…Y/N…no…no,” he sniffles. “I’m so sorry for being an ass tonight…or like ever…”

“Mine, that’s who you are,” your clothes scattered all over the floor of the train, your face pressed into his dirty coat you kneel, shivering in anticipation. “I will not let you go.”

“I can’t stay,” Curtis doesn’t listen to your words. All rational thoughts left his mind the moment he caught your scent. “I need to go back. There must be a way.”

“There is no way you’ll leave your alpha,” you close your eyes when the tip slips inside. “I haven’t had a woman like you in ages…or rather never. You smell like hope.” His hips snap into your ass and you fist the coat, crying out at the wide stretch. “You feel like heaven in this hell.”

“Please…oh-god,” he sets a pace you can’t match. His hands touch every inch of your body. There is so much desperation in the way he takes you it breaks your heart. “Curtis…”

“I want to know your name, beautiful.” He whines, lips pressing against the mark he left in a haze. “You feel so soft against me, so pure.”

“Y/N.” You choke your name out, mind clouded with lust. “I swear I didn’t lie to you…alpha.” Curtis groans at your words, holding you to the cold ground, now speeding up.

“God, I wish I could fill this tight cunt, but not now. When we took over the train, everything will change. I’ll get you round soon,” Curtis purrs. “I want you to cum for me.” You teether on the edge, ready to let go.

“Curtis,” a breathless moan leaves your lips when his cock rubs over your g-spot. Curtis pulls out to flip you onto your back. “Please don’t stop…”

“I won’t…never,” he’s forcing his way back inside of you. His dirty face buries into your neck and just now you feel his sticky skin and that his natural alpha scent mixes with the smell of dirt, blood, and death.

Tears run down your cheeks when reality catches up with you. This is not a nightmare, nor a fantasy. Curtis Everett, the guy from a movie just claimed you.

An alpha you don’t even know moves on top of you, cock spreading you wider than Jake ever could. You lose a part of yourself when you come undone, nails digging into his back.

“That’s it, Y/N,” his teeth sink into your neck again, this time he draws blood and you cry out, feeling his knot swell. “I lied,” he growls when his cum floats your belly. “Gonna knot you now…”

Curtis didn’t let up for almost two hours until he finally brought you to his hideout in a corner of the water supply section.

“Mine,” his lips travel down your shoulder, nibble lightly at your soft skin. “So soft and warm.” You wish you could enjoy his touch or that you can feel your bond form.

“I want you to tell anyone you ran from the front end. That Wilford tried to make you his omega, but you caught my scent, ‘mega. I can’t have them question you.”

“Curtis, I need to find a way to go back. I can’t live in a movie,” he fists your hair, forces you to crane your neck to reveal the mark he left. “Alpha?”

“I’m sorry to tell you, but you were lost the moment my teeth sank into your neck,” he smirks against your skin, erection pressing into your ass. “If only you would’ve run to the next section, omega. You could’ve gone home as long as you had your ticket.”

“What?” You gasp, struggling to get up. “No…no…you are supposed to be the hero…”

“In my world, you eat or get eaten. You asked me why Edgar didn’t die, well…” Curtis snickers, into your neck, not missing your body starts shaking. “It’s because we run the train. There was this nice man. He came to us, offered his help if we give him something in return.”

“The souls…the man was talking about souls,” you sniffle, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. “How could you do this?”

“We agreed and he sent us two or three people a year on Halloween. The poor bastards ended up dead, slaughtered by people of the front end. I never had to kill anyone. I just didn’t help them,” Curtis whispers into your ear. “You are different, Y/N. I scented you and knew, you’ll be mine.”

“He screamed and acted as if he can’t get my soul…”

“It’s his game, Y/N. He likes to play with his prey. This time, he got played, though. We found the sigils he pained on the walls of the train and removed all of them right after I dragged you into my world. There is no way back.”

“I’m stuck…with you…”

“No such words, baby. I swear you’ll have a good life by my side. It’s not the life you chose, but it’s the one you’ll learn to love…”

One year later, Halloween...,

“There is nothing you can do?” Jake looks at the haunted house, stomach twisted in knots. “It’s been a year and none of the victims got found. Now they open it again as if nothing happened. Twenty people disappeared in one night.”

“Sir, I’m sorry,” the officer sighs. “I lost a friend too, you know. I wish I could stop them, but there is nothing I can do. I hope, one day we will find out what happened to our friends.”

“I do too…”

“She’s so beautiful…” Curtis watches you lie on his bed. Your belly filled with his baby you sleep peacefully. “I knew she would adapt soon enough. “Maybe one day she’ll accept I did this for her.”

“I don’t think she’ll believe you,” Gilliam sighs. “This was not the way we wanted to win the revolution. Using that monster to get rid of most of the people from the front end. Keeping a few hostages to work for us.”

“They did the same,” Curtis argues, eyes never leaving your sleeping form. He rarely lets anyone get close to you. Most of the time you must stay in the room he stole from Wilford.

“Did you listen to your words, Curtis? We do the same and that makes us monsters too. The only difference is – we should’ve known better…”

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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title: the inside scoop

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2461

summary: you are a reporter with a certain favorite celebrity to interview, and you’re more than excited to talk to him about his latest movie, knives out. little do you know that your massive crush on him is actually requited.

themes: fluff

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You’re quickly wrapping up with hair and makeup, looking at your reflection in the mirror trying not to smile so much. You were particularly happy to wake up for work that day, all because of who you’re interviewing today.

You’ve had the pleasure of working with Chris Evans a few times before, and while at first it was his looks that drew you in, it didn’t take long for you to simply fall in love with his entire being. The first time was a little nerve wracking. You had seen other interviews where he seemed a little grumpy, tired, and annoyed with the questions he was being asked, and so you had put as much thought into your own questions as possible. You refused to be like the other journalists and reporters, the ones who simply asked Marvel related questions or how he worked out. It was easy to see that this man had personality much deeper than that, and you were always eager to explore it. You remember how your heart had been pounding right before that first interview, but the second the two of you started talking, it was simply… amazing. Despite only having known him for minutes, you had already felt perfectly comfortable and secure with him, as if you had known him for years. You had heard from others that he had that effect on people, but you never imagined it was to that extent.

Now here you are, getting ready for your fifth interview with him. Another thing you love about Chris is that he actually remembers who you are, each and every time. It always makes you feel special, though you have to remind yourself to calm down- he’s simply considerate and personable, he probably remembers other reporters he’s seen multiple times too.

“Alright, you’re all set. Chris finished up a few minutes ago, he’s probably out there getting seated.” The stylist tells you, and you smile up at him with a nod. “Thank you!” Standing up, you take a deep breath as you inspect yourself in the mirror. You’ve become used to seeing celebrities as a part of your job, but Chris is the only one who has your heart racing and butterflies fluttering. Even interviewing Jason Momoa for Aquaman couldn’t get you as simultaneously excited and nervous as appearing before Chris; you have the biggest crush on him, but at the same time, what can you do about it? Honestly, you’re convinced he probably has a secret girlfriend- it simply makes no sense to you that a man like him is single.

‘Thank God for hair and makeup,’ you think to yourself, pleased with your appearance- it’s not too overdone, but just the right amount, mainly just so the lighting doesn’t wash you out on camera. You gather your cards and take another breath, forcing yourself to calm down before going out to where the chairs are- you were hoping to play it cool, but the second you see him, a wide smile emerges on your face. How a man can look so handsome simply sitting there wearing a long sleeve maroon sweater and fitted jeans while playing around with a water bottle in his hands, you have no idea. “Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting.” You greet him, and he looks up, immediately grinning. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” To your surprise, he stands up and extends his arms out for a hug, pulling you in for a warm embrace as if you’re a longtime friend he hasn’t seen in a while. You’re shocked but you quickly take the opportunity to hug him back, resisting the urge to inhale how damn good he smells. His broad chest feels so warm and perfect against you, and you swear you could be in this position forever.

“How have you been?” you ask as normally as you can, finally pulling back with a smile and gesturing for him to sit as you do as well. “Oh, same old, same old. I have to say though, I’ve been looking forward to this. I love interviewing with you, you always ask such awesome questions!” he compliments you, and you’re squealing on the inside. “Ahh, now I feel so much pressure!” you joke, though give him an appreciative smile as you cross your legs. “Thank you, though. That means a lot, I really do try to avoid the questions actors seem to hear all the time.”

“I’ve noticed, and I appreciate it.” Chris replies with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling more beautifully than the goddamn ocean. It’s truly overwhelming how handsome he is; you feel as though looking at him is like staring right into the sun sometimes. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say somewhat shyly, but clear your throat, glancing towards the cameraman. “We ready to start?”

“All good,” he replies with a thumbs up, and you wait for the signal before beginning with a smile. “Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N, and I’m here with Chris Evans today to talk a little about his latest movie, Knives Out!” Chris waves to the camera with a little smile, but almost immediately looks back towards you. “Glad to be here, Y/N.” God, you love when he says your name. ‘Hold it together, Y/N.’ You think to yourself; thankfully, your job basically consists of looking composed on the outside, and so you’ve at least had plenty of practice.

You give a brief summary of the movie to begin, then go into speaking about his character, Ransom. Looking towards him, you tilt your head slightly. “Now I know you played the ultimate golden boy when it came to Captain America, but a lot of your roles in the past have actually had a more twisted and angsty side. Curtis Everett in Snowpiercer, Syd in London, Mike Weiss in Puncture, and especially Bryce Langley in Fierce People. Was it a difficult adjustment going back to playing a more villainous character, or did you have a good time with it?”

“Wow. Even bringing out Fierce People, huh? You really did your research,” he teases, making you laugh softly before he continues to answer, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, it was pretty fun. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing Captain America and the other lighter, comedic roles are fun too. But being a little wicked and vile is pretty entertaining as an actor. I missed it a lot, and I think I clicked with it again pretty easily.” He pauses before laughing, looking at the camera. “I make that seem like I’m just naturally an evil person. Like, ‘Yeah, it’s so easy for me to be an asshole on camera- because I am one in real life!’” he makes fun of himself, and you can’t help but laugh again as you reply playfully, “Well, you are from Boston, aren’t you? What are they called over there? Massholes?” He blinks and laughs loudly, grabbing his left pec which only makes you giggle to yourself and feel oddly triumphant at the same time. You love making him laugh. “Oh God, you’ve heard that term? Yeah, I’d say that definitely describes me pretty well.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re not that bad.” You remark playfully, then realize you should probably stop transitioning this interview into flirtatious banter, and so you decide to move on to the next question. “Now for this particular movie, you have a variety of actors and actresses around you- some who are insanely experienced and have been in the industry for decades, and some who, while experienced, are young and only continue to climb upwards in their career. How did you feel, being a part of that? Does it bring back memories, does it influence you, do you influence or guide them?” you ask curiously, continuing, “You’re such an accomplished actor, and this cast was pretty remarkable as well- I imagine there were all sorts of different feelings working with them.”

Chris nods as he listens carefully, smiling and even looking somewhat intrigued. “That’s a great question. Yeah, I was definitely pretty nervous actually. I really wanted this role, and I was kind of intimidated going into it all. These people are amazing, honestly. I feel like I’ve learned so much from them, from Daniel to Jaeden, and I can only hope that I’m able to be a good influence on other actors as the ones I look up to are to me. It’s interesting that you mention memories, though. Seeing younger actors and actresses always reminds me of myself when I was younger- and then proceeds to make me feel very old.” He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “But watching Jaeden and Katherine, God, they’re great. They have such drive, ambition, and they’ve already made it so far. They’re so fun and I’m pretty sure I was nowhere near as talented as them at that age, but I definitely remember having that energy.”

You can’t help but smile as you listen to him. You’ve seen in other interviews that he wants to start a family one day, and that he’s excited to be a father. It’s adorable to you that he appreciates younger castmates so much, and even shows respect to them as actors. “You don’t think you still have that energy?” you tease, and he laughs, making an “eh” gesture with his hand. “Sometimes, but I’m telling you, I’ve gotten old. Years of action movies and stunts will do that to you,” he jokes, and you remember that he actually did a lot of his own stunts for the Captain America movies- no wonder he has such nice muscles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you certainly don’t look old.” You can’t help but reply, but glance back down at your cards, forcing yourself to stay on track. The cameraman, one of your friends, is probably snickering to himself, and you bet you’re going to get quite interesting comments once this video is uploaded. How can you not go back and forth with him though, just a little? He makes it so easy, what with his perfect sense of humor, contagious laugh, and mere eye contact. He makes you feel like a person, a friend, not just some nosy reporter.

After a few more questions (and a teensy bit of flirting), the interview finally comes to an end. “I hope you guys are excited to watch this movie, because I’m telling you, it’s a good one- and I think everyone will be very entertained by Ransom Drysdale.” You remark with a raised brow, looking to him with a soft laugh. “Thank you for coming, Chris!” He smiles charmingly, waving at the camera. “Thanks for having me, Y/N. I had a great time.”

The cameraman signals that he’s stopped recording, but flashes you a little smirk before turning to the crew to discuss the work that needs to happen next. You blush slightly but clear your throat, looking up at him- you hate this part because he’ll have to leave soon, but you’re hoping you can squeeze in just a little conversation before that happens. “Seriously, thanks again. Honestly, you’re one of my favorite celebrities to interview,” you admit with a slight laugh, biting your lip. “You actually answer with… depth.” He laughs too, barely leaning forward. “Oh, yeah? Are you accusing celebrities of being airheads?”

“Some of them!” you can’t help but answer bluntly, and both of you are laughing again. Now he bites his lip, suddenly looking at you a little more intensely than before- you hope your cheeks aren’t becoming as red as they feel. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” You nod a little too fast, your curiosity piqued. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Do you, uh…” he pauses for a few moments before chuckling slightly, waving his hand. “Ah, fuggit, I’m just gonna come out with it.” His Boston accent comes out even stronger than usual as he swears, and you love and hate how attractive it sounds. “Are you dating anyone?”

Your heart is pounding at this point, and you have to force yourself to respond in a way in which your voice doesn’t shake. “No, I’m not.” You cock your head, holding back a smile. “Why do you ask…?” He seems to look pleased about this, even visibly perking up before suddenly looking uncertain again, laughing awkwardly. “Okay. Okay, um, please tell me if this is crossing any lines. Like, please. Don’t be scared to slap me, even.” He jokes, and now you’re feeling the excitement bubbling up inside, though at the same time your brain is screaming at you not to raise your hopes up. “I have permission to slap you. Noted.” You tease in return, proud of yourself that you still somehow seem to have your wits intact. He laughs, eyes twinkling as he continues, “I know we’ve only had a professional relationship but… I was… kinda hoping I could take you out sometime. Dinner, walking the dog, a movie, ice cream, roller skating- anything. I just… man, I really want to get to know you.” He confesses, and it takes you everything to not practically jump up and down and squeal right there. You’re shocked. You truly never thought that someone as famous and attractive as him would be interested in a mere reporter.

“Chris.” You smile widely, nothing but eagerness in your sparkling eyes. “I would love that.” You blush slightly, adding, “If we’re being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for like, years now.” Chris widens his eyes, scoffing in playful frustration as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re serious? God dammit, I knew I should have asked you earlier!” He looks up at you again, sighing deeply. “I really just assumed you were dating someone. Hell, even married. I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous, funny, smart…. And you have depth.” He refers to your previous comment, and you laugh, though blush madly as you do so. “Thanks,” you reply softly- you swear you’ve never felt this much happiness in your life.

His manager comes up behind him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Chris, we should get going. We have another interview to get to.” He blinks, looking somewhat disappointed but nods, looking back to you. “Mind if I get your number, then? We can talk later?”

You nod, biting your lip delightedly as he hands you his phone as if you’re a child receiving a king sized candy bar. After putting your number in, you give it back- only to be wrapped up in another hug from him. “I’ll see ya real soon,” he whispers in your ear, and you’re blushing even deeper than before, though you nod with a little giggle.

“I can’t wait.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 22

Summary: You and Hayden get your first baby.

Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating: adorable to sexy to funny

Warnings: Doll and Hayden’s first argument, explicit language, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pussy worship, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, drinking and getting drunk, poor Curtis, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.2K

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“Oh my goodness,” you baby talk looking at the sweetest litter of puppies. “Can we take them all?”

“No,” Hayden answers quickly. “No, you get one. And you’re the first pick of the litter, so,” you turn to look at him, sticking your bottom lip out, and pouting, “Doll face, you quit doing that. I can’t say no to that face, and they’re already claimed. Babe, you get one.”

“But der so cute!” You can’t handle how every single one of them were attacking you with kisses, and they still had puppy breath. “Haydes, pwease?”

“The apartment isn’t big enough for eight puppies.”

“But after graduation, we’re moving into the house. P-p-pwease,” he sighs sitting down on the ground with you, shaking his head. “I’m being unfair to him,” you tell a puppy you pick up. “Haydes is da sweetest boyfwiend, and he doesn’t desewve dis aboose.”

Hayden may just be sitting there watching you with a fond smile, but one of the puppies leaves your lap, to go check on him. His little paw, taps on Hayden’s arm, until he lifts him up. Hayden holds him close to his chest, and the puppy looks up at him, and you swear it was smiling. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you were sure that Hayden and the dog were actually bonding. The other puppies are still so consumed with you.

“Doll, baby, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” you stub up, but wipe at your eye, “That’s him,” you whisper, nodding at Hayden. “He wuvs us both, but wook at how sweet he is wif hims daddy,” the baby talk mixed with you calling him daddy makes Hayden freeze.

Ever since the birth of Sailor, you got to him with babies more often. He didn't care if you were just staring at Sailor while you held her, or squishing on her thighs and making her giggle, he loved seeing you with a baby. But calling him the dog’s dad, had him sweating. “Hayden, quit being a pervert.”

“My girlfriend needs to quit making me horny.”

“I called you the puppy’s daddy,” he narrows his eyes at you, and you giggle, “Oh. Oh! Hayden, we’re not having a baby, until we’re married. Sorry.”

“Can we get married tomorrow?”

“No! Just so you know, mister,” you stand up, and lean to pick up your very own baby, and the dog glances back at Hayden. “I want a wedding. Not a big one. I don’t care if we got married in your parent’s backyard. But I want a dress, and flowers, and — I want Steve to walk me down the aisle. Sailor walking down the aisle. I want it all. Getting married tomorrow will not give me that.”

His arms wrap around your waist, his hands settling at your ass when he gives you the sweetest little chaste kisses. That happy puppy’s face looking back and forth between the two of you knowing that he had been chosen. “Doll, you deserve all that, baby. And I will give it all to you, but…does Sailor have to be walking,” you give him a playful pinch to his ass, “She’s just a few months old. Can she not be pulled down the aisle in a wagon or something?”

“Nope,” standing on your tiptoes, you give him a kiss to your nose, “Come on, let’s go introduce your parents to their grandpup. We gots to name him, and hopefully Miss Tootie pants wikes him, because der going to be…oh, you have an aunt.”

“Would you look at that,” Howard says, smiling as you and Hayden walk in with the little puppy. Tootles stands up in his lap, and stares at the little dog. “Now, princess, you be nice,” Tootles snorts as she hops down to check out the runt. “One day, he’ll be bigger than you.”

You set him down on the floor, and she blows a bit of air at him, and looks up at Howard. “She’s definitely telling him that you are hers, Howard.”

“I believe she is. He is a cute little thing. Good thing you have a big backyard, because he’s going to need space. What’s his name?”

“Oh!” Tara screams walking in from the kitchen. “Look at that precious angel, Tootie girl. What name did you pick?”

You glance up at Hayden, and burst out laughing, “Doll thinks he should be called Doodle Dude.”

“No, I said, Doodle, and you said Dude for short. That’s completely different.”

“Okay, fine. I’m the one that likes Doodle Dude.”

“What do you think of this color?” You ask Hayden as you roll a bit of color onto the wall. He tilts his head to side looking between the two that are painted, and shrugs. “They’re different. I promise.”

“I don’t see it. So, the left.”

“You didn’t try. Ooh!” He turns to look at you confused at the out of nowhere excitement. “I think my Hayden is so very hungry. We should order a pizza with this address. What do you want?”

“Pepperoni and Italian sausage.”

“From where?”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever is closest, I am hungry. Your Hayden is famished.”

This was the moment you had been waiting for, and you can’t believe you would want to bring on a fight, but you wanted the first argument to be silly, “No, your opinion matters. From where?”

“The closest. Everyone has pepperoni.”

“Haydes, you’re not even trying. From where?” You cross your arms over you chest, and he looks at you confused. “I decided pizza, you decide the place,” your voice changed, and he didn’t know what to think of it.

“Are you okay?”

“I want you to be the one to decide where we eat, and you’re not taking it seriously. Just choose a place. It’s not that hard,” your voice wasn’t yelling, but it had gotten louder, and he wasn’t taking the bait, “Do you even care?”

“No. I just want food! I am hungry, and I can’t tell the difference between Curio and Silver Drop on the damn wall. Because Hayden needs food. So just choose where you want pizza from, and order it! Don’t you do that,” he says as your eyes fill with tears, although for a very different reason than he thinks. He walks over to you embracing you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry, I’m just hangry, and need — why are you giggling? Doll, what’s so funny?’

“You remembered the names of the paint, and I wanted our first argument to be about pizza, and it happened. And I’m so happy.”

“You are not right,” he says, kissing on your neck. “There’s going to be plenty of silly arguments, but I want them to happen naturally,” you nod your head, and his heart swells. You were adorable. Paint smeared on your clothes, and the two of you were working on making this house into your family home. “Order our first argument pizzas.”

“What’s that room going to be?” Taking a big bite of the pizza, you point into a small room on the main floor.

“That is going to be our office. We’re both going to need some things here. You being an amazing CPA, and me being the best therapist once my dad retires. And that room, well, you know that’s our room. Got our en-suite bathroom, and going to have this big California king size bed, but we’re sleeping right in the middle of it cuddled up.”

“We’ll make our babies in that bed,” you take a big drink of your wine, while Hayden opens up another beer. It was no secret that he hadn’t been drunk, but he was crossing the line of tipsy currently.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, and points over at the bar in the kitchen, “First baby is made there. Second baby, we’ve got to be more creative about it. But that upstairs balcony,” you toss a bit of your crust at him laughing. “Now, now, I know we got neighbors, but that’s in the back of the house. We’ll have to keep that door locked in all the ways, because that’s going to be the playroom for the kids. No red room for you,” he smirks as you toss another piece of your crust.

“And Doodle, you’re gonna lose him when we have our first baby. He’s going to follow it around everywhere. Gonna protect him or her. But, he’s also going to be trained to be a therapy dog. That way he can come into the office, and like the good boy he is, be useful. He’s gotta earn his keep. Got to put him to work,” it sounded so beautiful. And you were just happy that his vision for your life was exactly what you were wanting.

“You’re going to have your cute little small SUV in the garage, gotta have space for the babies, and if we have a bunch, we’ll get you a little van, and you’re going to be so proud of it. What are you doing?” He pants out as you crawl over to him. The alcohol had gotten to both of you. You couldn’t tell if Hayden’s pupils were dilated with lust or the effects of the alcohol.

Sitting in his lap, with your legs on either side of him, you pet along his cheek. A bit scruffier with the late hour, but he was still the most handsome man you had ever met. Hayden’s hands run up your thighs, and front, and he settles them behind your neck. “I want to marry you, Hayden.”

“I know you do.”

“Ask me.”

Hayden’s breath begins heaving, and your tears now are sentimental watching him get choked up, “Hayden, I love you.”

“You’re ruining my big ask,” you laugh through your tears, and give him the sweetest kiss on his lips. “I had this all planned, and I don’t even have the ring here, and…”

“You have a ring?”

“Yes! It was going to be this big romantic moment when we moved in here. But you had to go on and ruin it,” you whisper out an I’m sorry, and he moves in for a bruising kiss. Tasting both of your salty tears when he pulls away, and whispers your name, “I love you, more than anyone I ever thought possible. And it seems like we’re doing this together, and I don’t want the longest engagement, but I want to enjoy calling you my fiancé, and Steve and Tulip gotta get married, we’re not stealing that from them. And apparently Sailor has to be walking, but will you marry me?”

You pull him to you, kissing on his lips, “You kinda didn’t answer,” he says through the kisses.

“Oh! Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

“But we’re not saying anything, until I put the ring on your finger, okay? My mom will slap the back of my head if I proposed without it. And how am I supposed ot tell her my girlfriend was demanding it, and my best friend, Cupcake is throbbing right on my cock. I know you can feel how hard I am, and,” he stops talking when you take off your shirt. Throwing it to the side and move to your bra.

“Yep. You’re just as horny as me,” he says before attaching his mouth to your tit. Your body grinds over him, and he pulls off, only for you to take off his shirt. His body pushes you up, and lays the two of you on the floor. Pushing the pizza box to the side as he kisses down your body.

Sliding off your leggings, and removing them and your panties completely, when he dives into your cunt. Pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders, and his hands start kneading your breasts. Getting acquainted with his best friends, he gives your clit a hard suck, and his teeth nip at it. He loved watching your squirm. Your body is confused about pulling him closer, and pushing him away. He never let you cum on his mouth anymore, saying it made you more sensitive.

He gets you right to the edge, before his face shining in your slick pulls off. Hayden doesn’t even fully take his pants off, just gets his cock out, and he slams into you. Sliding balls deep, before stilling. Panting above you, and his eyes look all over your face, “We’re christening the house, on the floor.”

“Yeah,” he starts laughing, and you know this is about to be so silly and sweet, “We’ve got the tub, the table, the counter, the shower, the bed, the stairs, the backyard, the porch, there’s lot of space upstairs, and I was thinking a trampoline in the ground would be nice for the kids, so there’s that. We gotta christen the whole house, Doll.”

You giggle up at him, and bring him down to your lips. Tasting your juices on him, only makes you want more. His hips simultaneously thrusts into you, and you just know that if you let go of his mouth, it’s about to start. Kids were brought up. “And,” you pull him back down, letting him taste every whimper you give him.

“Nope,” he says, shaking off of you. Hayden pulls out of you, rolling your body to your belly, “Get up. I’m going to talk to you, and Cupcake,” getting on all fours, you let your face rest on the carpet, as he stands, to fully get undressed. Getting back to his knees, he stares at your cunt, and you were already whining.

“Shh, I’ll get to you in a minute, Doll. Cupcake, I’ve been so good to you, and you have been absolutely delectable to me. But,” he spreads your puffy lips apart, staring at your gaping cunt, “I have a new kink, fully activated, and I gotta tell my fiancé about it. Oh, I like the way that sounds. Cupcake, i wanna fuck a baby in her so bad. I know — I know we’re waiting, but fuck, seeing her hold that baby, and then looking up at me with her little please sir face, is driving me crazy. Ah!”

He looks down at your face pushed up against the floor, and you were a mess, “She was fluttering. She wants a baby in her, too.”

“Haydes, married. Then baby.”

“I know. I’m just making sure that Cupcake understands how horny fucking a baby in you makes me,” you whimper again, and he looks back at your cunt, “I’ve gotta stop talking to you, because my fiancé needs me to just fuck her,” he presses a sweet kiss to your pussy, and one to your clit for good measure, before kneeling behind you.

Hands tightly on your hips, he starts rutting into you. He was feral. Hayden wasn’t usually so harsh with his movements, and it makes you gush. Your juices drip to the carpet, but he just continues his hard and fast pace, it needed new carpet anyways. “See you swollen with my child. Our perfect little baby growing in your belly. You’re going to be so full of me. Everyone will know that you are fully mine.”

“Hayden!” You grit your teeth and arch your back more.

“Yeah, this is too far away,” his arm wraps around you, and pulls you to his chest. Back arched painfully, but this was incredible. Toes curling, and eyes squinting, and you see this perfect life with Hayden so vividly. Could see him laying in the floor having belly time with your baby. With his baby in his lap, while they watch football, and they didn’t understand anything, but time with daddy.

His hand rubs over your belly, and he sucks a bruise on your neck, “You’re going to be the most beautiful pregnant woman. You’re going to be the best mom. And I’ll get to see our baby, ours, both me and you, growing up in this house.”

“I want a baby now.”

“Nope. After the wedding,” oh he was cruel. He grips tight to your shoulders, and stabs into you forcefully. You scream out his name as heat radiates through your entire body. “I’ll give you all the babies you can handle. And we’ll have so much fun making them. So much fun pretending to make them. When was the last time I came in you?”

“I don’t care! Ah, fill me up. I want your cum!”

His hips hit on your backside, and you know that is going to be sore tomorrow, but right now you didn’t care. When Hayden got like this, you took whatever it was that he gave you. All of it was the sweetest demand, but so hot.

“Fuck! You’ve been clenching down on me for like three minutes. Let go, Doll. I’m right there. Finish it,” taking a deep breath, you grab onto his thighs, and let your orgasm course through every inch of you. It was more than just coming with Hayden, it was giving him something that no one else could ever have, and that was all of you.

His seed spurts deep into your cunt, and you swear you cum again. Panting, and petting along his sticky skin. “We should drink to this. I wanna get drunk with you.”

Curtis stomps up the stairs to your house, and beats on the door, “You two better not be dead,” giggles. Both of you were giggling. You weren’t answering your phones, but you could giggle.

You stumble over to the door, looking a lot worse for wear as you let him in, “Curtis!” You fall into his arms giggling. Again.

“You’re drunk.”

“Nope,” you snort, and even Hayden howls. “Him not either.”

“You got the golden child drunk?” Curtis is now laughing as he walks into the empty living room, with Hayden laying on the floor laughing, and staring at the ceiling. “I’m going to pretend that this mess was because you are drunk.”

“Nope. No, we fucked on the floor.”

“Haydes!”

“Oh my god. I had to come look for you two, and you’ve got a mess in the floor, and he…Hayden how many beers have you had, buddy?”

“One. Only one. She made me,” his finger points at you, and you drunkenly walk to him, before laying your head on his chest. “She’s a bad influence. But we’re getting married.”

“Shh, it's a secret.”

“It’s a secret I proposed to her. Don’t tell. Her ring no here,” he closes his eyes laughing again, and Curtis pinches the bridge of his nose. You two were utterly ridiculous.

“Oh my god, please say this was before the drunk and disorderly?”

“Yep. Propose, fuck a baby in her, get drunk.”

“Doll!” “Hayden!”

“He can’t hold his fucking beer. Okay, I’m taking you two home. I’ll watch your puppy. You two sleep it off and think about what you’ve done. Mom is worried about the two of you. And…Hayden, Doll get out of the floor, and to the truck. We’ll clean this up tomorrow. And you will clean it up even if you’re hungover, I don’t even care,” getting to your knees you try and pull Hayden up, but he falls back down on the floor in a giggling mess. “I’m gonna have to carry him. Dammit. Please, when we get home, keep your clothes on.”

“Keep your clothes on,” Hayden mimics as Curtis pulls him up. “Have you seen my fiancé? Hers so pretty. Her makes me horny.”

“Shut up,” he groans, and you giggle after the two of him.

“Don’t hurt him.”

“He’ll be hurting tomorrow. Get in the truck, I doubt you can even lock your door. Go on. Babysitting my grown brother. Doll! Get up off the lawn.”

“Help her! Doll face, you okay?”

“I’m good, babe. I’m good.”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

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