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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Twin Flames: Part One

Summary: When firefighter Curtis Everett suspects that he's found his twin flame, he plans to slowly ease her into his lifestyle of dominance and submission. Until one night when it all goes up in smoke. Firefighter!Curtis Everett x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, House Fires, Mention of Exes, Mentions of D/s Lifestyle, Mentions of Daddy Kink, Alcohol Consumption, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me flesh this out. This installment is part of my ongoing Trio Series. There will be a second part to this, detailing Curtis and Ruby's actual first meeting the night of the play party. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

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As a firefighter, Curtis Everett has seen some terrible things in his line of work as a first responder. He's lost people on the job more than once. But the first time it happened…

The memory of that night still follows him. The things he witnessed, the smell of charred flesh. That’s the kind of shit that changes a person, it leaves behind a lasting mark.

The first person he ever lost while out on a call – it wrecked him. And in the aftermath Curtis was left to deal with it all on his own because Serena, his girlfriend of several years, was too busy partying to pick up the phone when he needed her. She had swiped his credit card so that she could show her friends a good time, which also included half the bar.

After all, it wasn’t like it was her money. And although they ended things soon after, that woman wasn’t prepared to go quietly. She felt that she’d put up with a lot from him, especially whenever she reluctantly allowed him to indulge in some of his darker fantasies.

In her mind, he owed her. And in time, she would collect.

But Curtis would eventually recover from that loss and move on, because that’s kind of one of the requirements of the job. After that horrible night, he vowed to do better. He became laser focused, determined to push himself to the limit. And it worked, at least for a while. But sometimes life is rather unpredictable.

Just like the flames.

The next time he lost someone on his watch, it threatened to take him his fucking knees. Because that day – that day the victim was a little girl. Iris Caldwell, who was barely five-years-old. Her weeping mother had kept repeating over and over again that she’d just had a birthday two days prior.

And they had plans to celebrate that weekend. But the flames…they’d gotten to her first. And her tiny lungs had been no match for the heat and the smoke.

Curtis had been the one to carry out her small, lifeless body - tears clouding his vision through the cover of his mask. He handed her off to an EMT and then stood motionless several yards away as chaos surged around him. His eyes were trained on the child, his frozen gaze never leaving her fallen form as the crew desperately tried to resuscitate her. However, when their efforts proved to be unsuccessful he placed the weight of that blame squarely upon his own shoulders.

He’d been the one who failed poor Iris. And then the endless loop of “what-ifs” began.

What if they’d arrived at the scene a few moments sooner? What if he’d been just a fraction of a second quicker as he was making his way into the house, trying to navigate a path through the blaze? What if he hadn’t struggled to break down the heavy oak door that had kept them from Iris, leaving her trapped to contend with the flames alone before she eventually succumbed to her injuries?

Later that night, someone showed him her picture, one of his teammates that had been with him on the call. In the photo, Iris had been wearing a sparkly pink crown, looking every inch the princess she was pretending to be. But it was her eyes that struck him – those big, beautiful eyes that reminded him so much of someone else he’d encountered not too long ago. A person that he’d met at one of the parties he liked to frequent as of late in his search to find the right woman.

The type of woman who enjoyed the same games he liked to play. The type of woman who could manage him, who could accept him for the man that he was and would always be. A woman who was not only capable of understanding his dominant nature, but of embracing it.

He’d met a woman who’s spirit called to his own – so much so that when she abruptly left, he chased her down. Curtis had felt compelled to know her, to gentle the young woman who’s inner fire seemed to burn so bright, he couldn’t bear to watch it be so clumsily extinguished by someone else. By a lesser man who wouldn’t understand, nor appreciate, the gift that would be her eventual submission.

Rubeena Maxwell. That had been her name. And what they’d shared the night at Club Domino after he’d chased her down had been amazing. But he hadn’t pursued her after that, wanting to court her right. To show her that he could be the man he knew she deserved. And in order to do that he had to be on top of his game.

As a man. As a Dominant. And as a Daddy.

But the night he and his team had lost that child, deep down he knew that he couldn’t go through this alone. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to – even as he tried to drink it all away.

That night he tried to bury himself so deep in the bottom of a bottle that it – along with everything else – would all fade away. Wanted to get so drunk off his ass that he wouldn’t have to feel a damn thing until after morning light. However, when that proves to be damn near impossible he leaves the bar in search of another form of solace.

He knew that he needed something more. He needed her.

Ruby.

They weren’t together, at least not yet. They’d only been out a few times, enough for her to realize that there was more to Curtis than he initially let on. There was pain, there was baggage, as well as the ghost of an ex-girlfriend who was still taking up so much space that it left virtually no room for a third person.

For Ruby to stake her claim on this man’s heart.

So she tried to put the brakes on things, effectively ending their relationship before it had truly ever begun. Because in truth, she had her own issues to contend with. And none of them involved a charming six-foot-something firefighter sporting a chiseled jaw and tempting blue eyes.

However, when he showed up on her doorstep two weeks after their very first meeting, looking every bit as lost as confused she felt, she had no choice but to let him in. Especially since the gorgeous first responder appeared to be so drunk he could barely stand, let alone talk.

The moment she opened her door, Curtis pulled her into his arms, whispering into her curls over and over again about how sorry he was – for everything. For not being enough. For not getting there in time. Followed by a litany of nonsensical rambles about Ruby’s eyes, and how there was so much life in them.

And how he never wanted to be the reason that it disappeared.

Curtis just wanted to tell her – someone, anyone, really – that he had tried that day. That he had resolved himself to do better. And then he broke, right there on her front porch as she wrapped her arms around his big body as his powerful shoulders shook with the force of his tortured sobs.

And whether she knew it or not, that was the night Rubeena Maxwell opened her heart to the beautifully damaged man who would become her lover, her partner, and the most dominant force in her life.

That was the night she and Curtis Everett became a team. And this right here is just the beginning of their story before they would eventually become part of The Trio.

Next part coming soon...

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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Can I request dark Curtis? 🥰🥰🥰

It's like you read my mind! I have always wanted to write Curtis!! And what perf timing, for Siri's Challenge!! Woohoo!!!

Pairing: CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, dark fic, minors DNI, dubcon, noncon (a lil’), pls look away if any of these makes you uncomfortable, YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY

A/N: This is my fic for @stargazingfangirl18 's 5k soft!dark challenge. Congratulations, Siri! You're amazing and deserve all of the followers!! Also this is the first time I'm writing anything with Curtis, so pls bear with me if it is a lil' inaccurate. 😅. I used prompt #10: Boss asks you to stay behind late at the office. Dividers by the wickedly amazing @firefly-graphics 💓.

Check out my masterlist and join my Taglist for more! I post my work only one Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Please do not reproduce my work anywhere else. Not beta’ed, any mistakes made, grammatical or otherwise are my own.

Enigmatic Illusions

Curtis clenched his fist as he watched the last streaks of the sun bathe the room in light. He couldn't be happier for dusk. It's these moments of solitude he cherished, the calm after the storm, if you will. He watched people walk out of their offices, weary yet eager to get home, to their families, to some semblance of normalcy. Sighing, he realised he couldn't even think about wanting that. It just wasn't in his destiny.

He heard a knock on his door, breaking him away from his thoughts. That must be his PA, wanting to give the evening roundup of events.

Being the CEO of Wilford Industries was hard, but Edgar certainly helped a lot. Curtis considered himself lucky to have found a good right hand man.

"Come in, Edgar."

Edgar walked in, meaning all business, files stacked high in his hand. "Good evening, sir. I have all the reports from this quarter that you requested."

"Hmm." Curtis took a chair, beckoning Edgar to sit.

The rest of the hour was spent looking at the reports, making bullet points for the next General Meeting with the stockholders and other jargon that Curtis despised. He wished he could avoid this part, but Edgar was nothing if not fastidious. He reeled off figures and terms, as if it were child's play.

While wrapping up, he broached the topic of the new PA-in-training. With the workload piling up, it was imperative that Edgar had someone to delegate tasks to, as per Curtis' liking.

"Sir, the new PA will be joining us from tomorrow. I've briefed her on all your preferences and your schedules. She'll be working with me for a bit after which she'll take over some of my duties. I hope that's fine."

Curtis grunted his assent, not enthused about the situation. In his mind, Edgar was more than capable to help in the running of this company, but alas needs must. He dismissed him, winding up for the night.

As he sat in the car in silence, he couldn't help wondering what his life had become. He started working at the age of 15, never really stopping or taking a moment for himself. Mr. Wilford had taken a chance with him, given him a job even when he had no experience. Now, he was at the top, and time to retrospect. But there was something missing.

Heating up his meal, he checked his phone. Pics of last night's gala were plastered on news sites, with many claiming that he had been seen with "a special someone". Curtis snorted. A normal life was not one for him. Eating his dinner in silence, he turned in for the night, ready for the next day, the same routine.

Curtis stepped onto his floor, irked. His day hadn't started off well. For starters, he'd burnt his eggs, owing to a report Edgar had sent at the last minute which needed his urgent approval. After that, he saw that he had a flat, which the driver hadn't attended to, which meant that he'd have to take a taxi.

To top it off, someone had spilt coffee on his pants as he was walking to the elevator. No, Curtis wasn't in the greatest of moods and was in no mood for anything else to go wrong.

Buzzing in Edgar, he ordered for a change of clothes, which he always kept in the office, lest there was a Board meeting called and he wasn't dressed appropriately. Hearing a timid knock, he asked him to come in. Half expecting Edgar to walk in, he turned to see a stranger walk in, hanger in hand, holding it out to him. Curtis frowned, taking the bag from her.

"Who are you?" he said, taking her in. She looked all business, dressed in a navy pantsuit, her hair pulled back into a pony. Her face remained impassive, devoid of any emotions.

"I'm your new PA, working with Edgar. Forgive me for bringing your suit without proper introduction, but Edgar had urgent matters to attend to regarding signing of some documents."

Curtis listened, transfixed and wide-eyed. It was like a hurricane had swept into his office, scrambling all thoughts he had. He had never imagined in his whole life that this would be the new PA, rather he expected someone inept, or not quick to understand. But who was he kidding; it was Edgar who had chosen her.

Nodding absentmindedly, he dismissed her, watching her leave the room, her heels clacking across the floor in perfect rhythm. Shaking himself, he sat at his desk, reading up on the latest business proposals. At 9:45 sharp, she walked in again, with his cup of coffee, placed neatly on a coaster, a napkin under it. And yes, exactly the way he liked it, at the perfect temperature. She said nothing, yet again, not a word out of place. Who was she? What was her name?

Curtis called for Edgar, intrigued beyond words now. Whoever this woman was, she had wreaked havoc on his mind. It confounded him more than it should've. Edgar walked in, notepad in hand.

"Who is she, Edgar?" He asked, tersely.

"She's the new PA-"

"I know that." Curtis barked. "What is her name, where is she from, what degrees does she hold, and all that."

Edgar told him her name, and her details. Apparently she was from Wharton, with a major in business studies and management. She had wonderful recommendations, was pretty much top of her class, and had worked with many reputed companies. She was perfect, from a job standpoint, of course.

From that day onwards, it was like Edgar had ceased to exist. Of course, he was still working at the company, but it was mostly her who was taking care of him; whatever he'd needed, it was there before he even asked for it. It was unsettling, kind of like she read his mind.

Curtis had to know more about her. She was an enigma, a puzzle to him, and that was bothering. If anything, he was known to read people like an open book. Many harsh takeovers had become easier under Curtis, simply because he knew what to say and when. To say that he hadn't been able to decipher her, was a bit of a blow to his pride. To test her, he decided to make her life a little tougher; to really break her.

It started with his morning routine. She brought him his coffee, but he said he wanted tea before his 9:30 meeting. She frowned, there was no meeting at 9:30 she thought to herself. Checking her schedule, her face fell slightly; the 3:00 PM meeting had been moved up. She hadn't been able to complete the notes, which meant that Edgar would have to step in. Curtis pointed out, curtly that he would have liked to check the notes beforehand. She nodded, a little crestfallen, but still collected.

Which is why Curtis was a little shocked when he saw the notes on his desk, 30 minutes before the meeting. Peering through the window looking out onto the bullpen, he saw her, typing, her stature still composed, as if nothing had happened. His jaw tightened, unable to silence the small voice in his head. He would just have to try harder. He needed to. Cruel as it may be, Curtis felt like he was owed this.

The next time, he scheduled 3 meetings, one after the other, without an official break. He could do that easily, but he knew she needed time. This was it. This would finally break that façade of hers that she was showing. One might think that this was wrong, borderline evil on Curtis’ part, to punish her so, without reason, but there was one. People with a tough exterior were always a threat to him. He had learnt early on, that there was no other way to read people but to see how they acted under a little tension. It was what his mentor had taught him; he had yet to see it fail.

So he put this...this woman, standing in front of him to the test daily. He would send her to the opposite ends of the town for one paper, which could have easily been done in the office. He sent her to the shadiest parts of town for minuscule stamps and writing pads and such, something which was well below her pay-grade.

And yet, she did it. Without a single word, a single complaint to either him or Edgar. At the end of the day, she’d sit with Edgar and him, noting down all the daily work report procedures. Curtis knew what was happening, but was in denial. Her calm demeanour had, ironically, thrown him off balance and made him go haywire. He found himself noticing small things about her, how her curves were highlighted in her prim and proper office wear, how she chewed on her lower lip when she was deep in thought. More often than not, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to bite that plump lip, what it would feel like holding her ample bosom, her pert and perfect behind in his hands.

Sitting in his chair, he threw back the remainder of his whisky, the burn of the amber liquid matching the burn he felt within. He was a goner. They’d never even had a proper conversation outside of work and yet, he could feel himself getting pulled towards her.

He watched her as she took notes, listening intently to whatever Edgar said. Dismissing Edgar, he turned to face her as she sat, notebook perched on her thighs. What he would give to feel those around his head, he mused.

“Let’s cut to the chase, because I hate wasting times over mind games. Why did you do those unnecessary tasks, without a single complaint?”

If she was surprised by the question, she didn’t show, her eyebrows merely quirking up for a beat. “No job is unnecessary for the smooth running of an enterprise, especially one of this size. I was just helping move things along, that’s all.”

And that was that. A simple explanation, no words spoken more than necessary. That night, as Curtis stood under the shower, images of her under him were burned under his eyelids. He took himself in hand, each stroke making him hopeful of the fact that hopefully his infatuation would subside even though, he knew, that would not hold true.

Curtis rolled his neck, the fatigue of the day finally making its presence felt. The Company was going through a major merger; the biggest one so far and so it was all hands on deck. More often than not, Curtis found himself spending the night in the office, only going home for a quick shower, Unbeknownst to him, she was there too, working till the wee hours.

Wanting a small drink, he decided to go to the pantry, in a bid to stretch his legs. He stopped short when he heard a small sniffle, coming from the bullpen. He inched closer, only to hear her low voice, speaking in an impassioned tone.

“...I know, mom, but this is something I have to do, no matter what the cost. If I don’t, goodness knows what he’ll do to you and Kat. I can’t leave, I’m sorry.” she said as she put the phone down, sobs wracking her body as she broke down into silent tears.

Curtis didn’t know how, but he found himself standing next to her, his hand a mere inch away from her shoulder. Sensing a presence, she looked up, only to quickly dry her tears, asking hastily if he required any assistance.

No words were spoken as he pulled her to her feet, her eyes speaking volumes. Curtis wanted to savour this; to remember her face, her eyes wide and shimmering, a sheen of tears still visible. Wiping her tears, he planted his lips to hers without preamble, her squeak engulfed. He wanted to map out every line, every indent of her lips; the woman who had turned his world upside down.

Breaking apart, he still held her close, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breath. Her arms reached out to his, weakly trying to push him away but he didn’t let her go. She was his and his only.

Picking her up by her waist, he carried her to his office, her arms circling around his waist, unsure of what was unfolding. He planted her on his desk, kissing her again, before she could object. Reaching into her pants, he softly ran his fingers across her folds, feeling a little moisture gathered there. He circled around her nub, her keens going straight to his groin. Her voice shook as she asked him what he was doing and why, but he simply answered with a shake of his head, and a kiss on her lips. Tears streamed down her face as he continued his assault, the feeling of wetness gathering around his fingers turning him on like nothing else.

He let go of her, long enough to undo his pants. But she didn’t move, her eyes trained on his every movement, tears tracks still visible. Pulling her pants down, he looked deeply into her eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance, for any signs. Her eyes conveyed nothing, except for a smidgen of trepidation which replaced her sorrow, as he pushed into her channel a little. Covering her mouth with his palm, he pushed into her in one thrust, a tad surprised to not hear a scream from behind it. He took off his hand as he began to thrust, his hands firmly gripping her thighs and ass. His astonishment quickly turned to lust as he heard a small moan emanate from her, glancing to see her mouth slightly open, her breath harsher. He thrust faster, the small act alone stronger than any aphrodisiac.

Pushing her back onto the desk, he towered over her, his thrusts gaining momentum. He sucked on her earlobe, relishing in her small moans as her hands came to rest upon his waist, still unsure of how to do so. He could feel her walls tightening ever so slightly, signalling she was close. He doubled his efforts, his finger intrepid on her nub. She raised her voice now, unable to keep silence, prompting Curtis to clamp down on her mouth. With a single thrust, she screamed, muffled behind his hand as he poured himself into her, his grunts heavy in her ears, their heart beating in tandem, still sheathed within her.

As Curtis lay across her chest, his hands holding down hers fingers intertwined, he could only think of one thing: he could never let her go now. She was his, and only his.

(I hope this turned out to be a better read because it sure was a hassle for me to type loool. I apologize for any mistakes, I finished this at 5AM)

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Summary: you just don’t know why things keep breaking. Well at least the cute handy man can fix everything.

Pairings: Bob the Builder Ass!Curtis Everett x short!female reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, dirty talk, oral sex (m & f receiving), slight choking, degradation, unprotected sex, size kink

(A/N: this is my entry for @sunshinexsin’s Sunshine or Sin 1k Challenge. Titled after crushcrushcrush by Paramore. This is how reader and Bob the Builder Ass!Curtis Everett met. Not profess but what’s news about that. Like, follow, reblog with comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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“I think you’re breaking things on purpose.”

Now what would give him that idea. It’s not like what happened to the air conditioner had been on purpose. And you had no idea why the bathroom faucet had started getting leaking. And oops about the garbage disposal.

You didn’t mean to do it. Promise.

Sure the new maintenance man in your apartment building was fine as fuck. Hell maybe you’d even called your best friend over so she could get a good look at him. While also not letting your annoying roommate in on it, but you needed someone to squeal about it later with.

Then he came back because your garbage disposal was broken by “accident” of course. Hell you weren’t even wearing this short skirt for him. It was just something you threw on. It was cute.

So you started talking and he asked if you wanted to help by keeping him company and of course you weren’t gonna say no to that. He was so easy to talk to. Of course you were going to.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied with a shrug, looking up at with innocent eyes and biting your lip.

He’d just finished today’s job and had just finished packing everything up. Fuck he looked so that with that tool belt around his waist.

“Mhm, what’s it gonna be next time? Need me to change a light bulb?”

“Well, it would be way easier. You’re so much taller.” You smiled. “Ohh maybe next time I could make you lunch or something. You know to thank you for all your hard work.”

Curtis licked his lips and ran a hand over his short hair before chuckling. “Look, Honey, you’re very cute, but-“

“Think so?” You asked getting closer to him.

He licked the corner of his mouth and smiled. Shaking his head as he chuckled. “But,” he emphasized starting over again, “I don’t know if a little thing like you can handle a man like me.”

You raised an eyebrow. Looking up at him with a challenging look in your eyes. “What makes you say that?”

“Because I’ve hardly found any women that can.” He shrugged.

“I can give it a try,” you said putting your fingertips on the edges of the tool belt waiting for him. To make his move. Already feeling cock drunk before he could even do anything to you. He hadn’t even touched you yet.

Ugh there was just something so hot about him. With his bright blue eyes framed by those impossible long lashes and the little freckles that dusted his nose like a final touch. Pretty fucking lips. Fuck even his eyebrows were amazing! Your kids would be beautiful.

Not that you wanted that but then it was like would you be mad if it did? Probably not. Ugh see what he’s doing to you! You never would have had these thoughts about literally another guy.

Like the first time it was a good thing you’d at least worn cute leggings because you were completely fucking unprepared. He opened the door like, ‘hi I’m here to fix your air conditioner. I’m Curtis.’ And you honestly forgot words.

You wouldn’t say you embarrassed yourself too bad. Nothing more than tripping over words and giggling too much. Well and staring way too hard. But who could fucking blame you. Like he had to know what he looked like, right. Still. You didn’t wanna be a fucking creep.

Then the faucet in the bathroom got a leak. So he had to come back. Not your fault this luxury apartment had such problems being luxurious.

Ugh he looked so cute. Was wearing this blue shirt. It made your stomach tingle and you were honestly wet just looking at him.

So you texted your best friend to come over because she didn’t believe you last time. Then you kept looking over to check out his ass. At least you’d been more prepared this time and wore something way cuter. One of those sundresses that hugged your ass. It looked so good on you and he’d definitely noticed. Especially with the way he kept looking over at you.

Then the two of you started talking. He’d asked what you did for work and told him about your job and how you could choose to work from home anyway. Your friend was literally coming on her lunch break to be nosy as fuck. But then you kind of didn’t want her too with how he was talking to you. Ugh this man could so get it.

Then it was like you needed someone to understand what the fuck you were talking about. Like you’d needed reassurance that he was even real. You honestly weren’t sure, but it was too late.

“Shut the fuck up,” she mouthed at you as soon as the two of you got to see the handsome fucking man underneath the sink.

You nodded enthusiastically as if to say, ‘Bitch I tried to tell you.’

“Does he fix cars? Cuz suddenly my car has a… problem under the hood.”

You snorted out a laugh trying to keep quiet from him. “I’m sure it does.”

“Alright,” he said finally sitting up finally giving the both of you a good look at him. “That should do it.”

“Oh my god,” she gasped putting her hand over her heart.

When you say the two of you didn’t know how to act. You meant it. She’d brought a pizza over and he’d sat down with the two of you. It was all cute and fun and shit but she only gets an hour at lunch so she had to leave. Then you and him talked some more before he finally got up to go to another appointment.

You saw him around a lot more after that. Had seen each other at this bar while your friends watched some game. Had spent all night in a corner talking all low. He made sure to keep your drinks coming and then the two of you shared a plate of fries. It was so cute. Honestly felt like you were almost on a little date. He was so fucking cute.

Also your best friend kept being like bitch oh my god while all of your other friends were like wait who is that what’s your name, what’s your sign. Poor Curtis was blushing all through the night.

Was it not enough that he had to be impossibly hot? He had to be shy about it too. So damn annoying.

Then gold struck. And you decided fuck its time to go all in. Get dressed up a little better. Maybe a little thotty. Ya know just see what happens.

What happened to the garbage disposal wasn’t totally your fault anyway. Hell if anything the blame was placed firmly on your roommate. She was the one that was doing the dishes. She should have made sure there wasn’t a butter knife in the garbage disposal. See totally not your fault.

So he comes over. Looking fine as fuck once again in this white t-shirt and you wanted to bite his bicep. He should have not been able to look that fucking good with the barest of minimums.

Now you were here after spending all that time talking as you’d spent the whole time trying to show off your cleavage. You wonder what he would say if he saw that you weren’t wearing panties.

“Yeah?” He chuckled then tsk’d. Looking you up and down from the heels on your feet then up to your tits where his eyes lingered for a bit before going up to your eyes. “I dunno, Honey. You’re such a tiny little thing.” Then he stepped a little closer.

Fuck your pussy was clenching so hard just like yes please Daddy touch me. “Scared you’ll break me?” You teased.

“A little.”

“Don’t be.” You licked your lips.

Curtis looked away from you before letting out another chuckle. Shaking his head and sighing then catching you all the way off guard as drew his hand up with a snap to clamp around your neck.

So you stood there. Looking into his eyes after he’d made such a move. Lips parted waiting for his kiss. Feeling like you just got the wind sucked at of ya. Fuck you were so turned on it was ridiculous. There was no way this man could turn you out even more than he already had.

Then he turned you around in his arms so he could pull you tight against him. Free hand wrapping snug around your waist. “Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

“I can take it.” You promised in the smallest little voice. Dying to see his next move. You couldn’t believe you were in his arms like this. You just wanted him to violate you in the best/nastiest ways.

“Yeah you fucking better or I’ll make you,” he growled in your ear as he moved the two of you to the front of the couch taking his hold away so he could hurry up and remove his tool belt. “We could have gone out for coffee or a drink, but no you wanted to be a little fuckin’ tease.” He whispered in your ear. “Didn’t you.”

You nodded and he sat down taking you with him so you had to straddle on his lap putting you right over his crotch. Everything was happening so quick it was starting to get overwhelming. You only knew it was going to get worse.

“Goddam,” he whispered. “Gonna be a little slut for me, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.” You squeaked.

“So fucking hot.” He groaned. “You been waiting for this, huh?” His hand trailed up to your thigh, squeezing snd gripping at your flesh.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out slowly rocking your hips back and forth so you could try and make contact with his bulge. Fuck he felt so good already. And it felt so thick against him. Ugh.

“Last chance for you to change your mind,” he said whispering into your ear.

Instead you shook your head, taking in his fucking close he was. His breath on your face. Your thigh right over his cock. “Shut up and kiss me.”

From there it was like a fucking whirlwind. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Running your hands up and down his shoulders feeling up his muscles as much as you could.

And his lips holy fuck. You knew he was a good kisser with those pink pouty lips but you literally were not expecting it to be this ugh he just felt so fucking good. You can’t remember the last time you made out with someone so deep. Lips making the most obnoxious smacking sounds.

He finally pulled away so he could take his shirt off. Revealing that fucking chest you’d been dying to see and all his fucking tattoos. Was this man trying to kill you. Like yes daddy please what else are you hiding.

“C’mere,” he said laying you down snapping your hands up above your head. “You’re gonna do exactly what I want you to. You hear me?”

You nodded and bit your lips. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckled deeply and then flicked his tongue over your lips before kissing you lightly. Then stopped like he wanted to say something but all he could do was go back to kissing you. Raking your nails over his naked back. Fuck he felt so good being this close. You needed him.

Then he got. Taking you with him so you were wrapped around his waist. Knowing just where to go as he walked to your bedroom with your lips still attached to his.

Not even realizing where you were until your back touched your bed. You sat up really quickly to remove your shirt. Pulling it over your head and then quickly undoing your bra so you could toss it to the floor. “Pretty fucking tits.” He groaned before getting in front of you leaning down so he could kiss you. “And you didn’t wear panties?” He remarked.

You shook your head and giggled. “No.”

With that he dropped to his knees pushing your thighs up so your legs were dangling in the air as he got a good luck of your drenched pussy. “Goddamn,” he hissed before coming to kiss your thighs.

“Please.” You whimpered trying to keep your eyes on him. He just looked so damn pretty between your legs.

“Yeah? Want my mouth on you?” He asked. “Wanna be a little whore for me?”

Fuck. Yes.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he hissed as he put his thumb against your clit and it was like that was only the beginning.

Ugh he was eating it like it was the last meal he get and you almost couldn’t believe this was really happening. Normally when a guy talked a big game, they didn’t bury their face in your pussy first.

“Fuck!” You cried, putting your legs over his shoulders. Looking in his eyes as he made out with it. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

“That’s fucking it!” He started rubbing his fingers against you a little harder. This man’s goal was to make you cum and you could tell you were right the fuck there.

You put your arms behind your back so you could raise your to look at him. Moans and sighs and filthy fucking words not stopping yourself as you started cumming. Damn this man should not be allowed to do all of this to you. Who allowed this to be legal.

“Fuck! Please,” you gasped.

He was making it so obscene. Just not stopping. Making these faces that ugh how did he still look so pretty like that. Fuck you needed to suck his cock.

“I want-“ you started out saying but he cut you off by hitting this spot that made your eyes go blurry and your leg shake. “Don’t fucking stop.” You gasped. “Don’t. Right there. Like you’re right there.” You cried as you put your hand on the back of his head, grinding your hips up.

With his fingers moving in and out of you, he looked up, but didn’t move from where he was. “Here?” He asked against your labia as he kept curling his digits right in that fucking spot.

You nodded just as this other one came. Hitting you again but making you lay back because you just… couldn’t. You were pretty sure you knew the meaning of life now. What woman wouldn’t fucking want this.

He stood up. Hurrying as he hurried up to undo his pants and pull them along with his boxers down. Showing you exactly why some women were scared to handle it.

What were you even supposed to do first. Suck it. Tell him to fuck your pussy until you squirted all over it. Was anal too soon?

Then he grabbed your face to kiss you some more. Making you taste what he’d just done to you on your tongue. Fuck it was so yummy. He was so fucking yummy.

Before you could get your thots together he put his tip right at your entrance. “Don’t worry. We can do all that other shit later, Baby.”

Shit. Did you say all of that out loud.

“Already want me to fuck that ass huh.” He talked so low as his mouth went to your tits. Sucking on your nipples as he stroked his cock against you. “Don’t worry. We’ll get to it”

With that he at least started to push the head in a little. Making you let out another cry as he stretched out your opening. “Fuck.”

“I got you, Baby. I’m not gonna hurt you on the first time. Gonna treat this pussy so good, okay? Make sure you can take it.”

“Okay,” you sobbed as he shallowly thrust into you. Rocking his hips so fucking right and he wasn’t even like in you as far as he could go.

“You’re okay. I got you. Don’t worry. See I’m-,” he cut himself off, “shit so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath as he forced it in a little deeper, “gonna take it easy on you,” he finished.

Oh god if this was taking it easy what the fuck was not going easy. You felt like he was about to split you in fucking half and yet you did not want him to stop. You never wanted him to fucking stop.

He pumped his cock in and out of you. Still keeping an even pace. Going easy like he said he would but he was so big that it was like it didn’t matter. Like he was able to force into that spot again and it just… “Ah!” You cried out not being able to help it. What the fuck was he doing and why had no one else done this to you before.

He started kissing you again. Deeply. Sensually. Like he was trying to take complete ownership over you. Not only was he deep in your pussy, stretching it out and everything, he was also kissing you like he was tongue fucking your mouth.

“Faster,” you squeaked. “Please?”

He changed the pace of his hips after. So close as he started to fuck you just so right. His dick feeling so invasive in the best ways.

“Take me so good in your tight little cunt,” he whispered in your ear making your face feel hot. “Gonna keep fucking you whenever I want. Make you into my own little cum rag.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined. “Oh, please.”

“Yeah you like that shit don’t you. Knew exactly what you were getting yourself into,” he said into your ear. “What you wanted.”

“God yes.”

“Tell me what you wanted, Baby.”

“For you to be Daddy,” you whimpered out your confession.

“Yeah? I’ll be your daddy.” He grunted. “Should have known you were a fucking slut when you wore those leggings that first day. Had me staring at your ass the whole time. I think you know what you were doing.”

You didn’t but fuck at least be thought you did. At least be like it. Fuck he felt so good. Fuck it was exactly what you’d needed. Exactly what you thought it would be. Fuck you were gonna cum again. Gonna cum on this thick fucking cock. “I’m fucking cumming!” You gasped.

“That’s it. Don’t fucking stop. Keep going. Wanna have you gushing. Make you make a mess.” He hissed as he reached between the two of you so he could find your clit and fuck it was like as soon as his fingers touched the nub you were seeing the heavens and stars and rainbows and sparkles. This man really had the nerve to come into your home looking like that with a dick like this.

And he didn’t even stop. If anything he got a little rougher. Snapping his hips so he was so fucking deep. It felt like you were going to fucking cum hard on that dick over and over again.

It was clear that he was trying to force it out of you. Over and over and over and over. Goddamn it felt so good. He was making it hurt so fucking good.

Putting you in all these positions. Like on your hands and knees to making you ride him then you took a break to use the bathroom and he just fucked you against a wall when you came back as if he couldn’t wait to get his dick in you again. It was wonderful.

If this was going easy you were kind of afraid to see what going rough meant. You were fucking exhausted and he still hadn’t even cum. So like any good girl you got to work. Putting your mouth on him getting to work gobbling all of it up. Fuck his dick was so yummy in your mouth.

“Fuck, you trying to gulp me up?” He asked with a groan.

“Mhm,” you hummed around him then you started going to a little further trying to get as deep as you could go working the rest of it with your hands.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head, trying to push you down a little further making you gag a little. “Fuck, Baby. Gonna cum in that mouth.” He groaned with a deep breath as his stomach started to tense.

You hate that you hadn’t gotten the chance to really explore his body, but you promised yourself you’d get well aquatinted with his abs soon. It was just the way they were twitching as he started to finally let go was mesmerizing. Only a little less so then his eyes which you quickly found yourself hypnotized by next.

“Y/N, Baby, fuck.” He groaned as he started to fill your mouth. It was so much you were struggled to swallow it down. Making it drool from your mouth to your tits.

As you came to lay in the crook of his arm he let out a big breath before pulling you in close. You settled into his warmth then he rolled over so he could wrap his arms around you. Making you out your head into his neck. Kissing your cheek before flexing his muscles letting you get really in there.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“Uh huh.” You yawned. Fuck he was cozy too.

“Good,” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your earlobe. “You better rest up. I’m not done with you.”

This man is a menace.

You’re pretty sure you’re in love.

#fics by afbh #curtis everett smut #chris evans smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #Curtis Everett x black!reader #bobthebuilderass!Curtis Everett x black!reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader

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caplanbuckybarnes · 3 years

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The Last Deed

Summary; you finally catch up to the man who killed your family.

Pairing: reader x Mafia Lord Curtis Everett

Warnings; death, mafia au

Word Count: 209

Scarlet liquid stained the front of your dress, yet, you ignored it. The squirming body beneath you only caused you to grit your teeth in absolute triumph. Your knuckles hurt as your fists balled in the collar of his shirt.

“You killed my family, Curtis,” you spoke through anguished tears. “And I’m not going to sit here while you float behind closed doors, sipping away at some poor champagne.”

“You’re not going to get away with this,” he spat in your face, his left palm gripping your wrist, the other pinned down under your thigh. “My men-“

“-are dead dogs walking.” You lifted him up only to slam him back down against the desk surface. The office surrounding you was in ruins; the windows broken, curtains torn away from the walls. The desk cracked nearly in half. The carpet stains with alcohol and blood in the furious fight. “I told you, if I ever caught up to you, I’d kill you.”

“We used to be friends, Y/N.” He whispered, the panic still set in his voice. “Their death was an accident.”

“Goodbye, Curtis.” With one swift click of a finger, the man standing across the room fired his gun, aiming at Curtis Everett. “I’ll see you in hell.”

#curtis everett x reader #caplan writes #chris evans x little!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x poc!reader #my writing

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

#woc!reader #plus size!reader #woc!reader fic rec #plus size!reader fic rec #fic rec #fic reccomendations #fic recs #author rec #poc!reader #poc!reader fic rec #fic recommendations #poc!reader masterpost #poc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterpost

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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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missacidburn928 · 3 months

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This song makes me want to make a smutty series/compilation of all my favorite fictional men who give me this energy. A mix of reader and OCs. Just let my creativity flow and write what feels good. Intrusive thoughts and all 🤪

Just look at the lyrics while you listen:

You fit Better than a pair of jeans, baby Fill me up better than a feast, baby (yeah) Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby, yeah You fit Like your mama made you just for me, baby (yeah) Stroke making me forget to breathe, baby That face looking like a seat, baby Yeah, yeah Only been about a month but my body been on this is baby daddy, baby 'Cause I might let you do it, I might let you shoot it 'Cause she need some milk (yeah) She need some real, real bad (real what?) Real bad (real bad, yeah) My ego get built up 'Cause I can get you bricked up Like I'm buildin' a crib up with no effort We can play house, no pressure Call me mama, I'll call you papa (yeah) We can pop off We can pause if you need it I get conceited when you say that she the best, say it again She the best (say it again) She the best (say it again) She the best And take me to bed (yeah) 'Cause you fit (yeah) Better than a pair of jeans, baby (ooh-ooh) Fill me up better than a feast, baby Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby (yeah, yeah, oh) You fit Like your mama made you just for me, baby (mama made you just for me, baby) That stroke making me forget to breathe, baby (breathe) And that face looking like a seat, baby Yeah, yeah The atoms between us have melted away, and we're one tonight, yeah When I see the white of your eyes, I know I, I'm doing it right, yeah I love how you coach me when I'm close to the peak, yeah And I feel you growing, my love, how you hold back for me Yeah, I get conceited when you say that I'm the best, say it again You the best (say it again) You the best (say it again) You the best And take me to bed You fit (baby) Better than a pair of jeans, baby (better than a pair of jeans, baby) Fill me up better than a feast, baby (better than a feast, baby) Don't think I could ever let you leave, baby (don't think I could ever let you leave) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) And you fit (you fit, yeah, yeah) Like your mama made you just for me, baby (just for me, baby) That stroke making me forget to breathe, baby (ooh, ooh) That face looking like my favorite seat Just for me, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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The Camping Trip

Summary: The boys insist on taking you and the girls for a camping trip. Something you all despise. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Curtis Everett x WOC!OFC, Ari Levinson x WOC!OFC

Warnings: Sexy/Worried Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Difficult Reader, Difficult OFCs, Camping, Nature, Smut (implied), Spanking (implied), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: So I have no clue of this is the start of a new series or if the result of medication, lol. Hope you enjoy. Please send feedback. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

“The answer is no.” Andy’s face is one of pure exasperation as he follows you from room to room.

“But it’ll be fun! I promise and -“ Your man pleads.

“No.”

District Attorney or not, this man was real close to getting poked in the eye. But knowing him, he’d probably think it was some kind of kinky foreplay.

“Well, why the hell not?” He growls.

“Argh!” You give up to trying fold kitchen towels. “Because black people don’t camp, damn it!” You huff.

Like, how did this man not know this?

“Oh, that’s ridiculous!” Andy throws his hands up. “I’m sure there a plenty of - of - of black people who enjoy the peace and calm of the wilderness.”

Your hands go to your hips. “Name three that you even know.”

Your boyfriend just blinks down at you. So you blink up at him right back.

“I don’t do nature, Andrew. Or heat. Or humidity. Okay? My ancestors fought and died for my right to enjoy the benefits of air conditioning.” You turn your nose up at him before spinning on your heel and walking away.

“And if I were you, I’d finish folding those towels and the rest of that laundry if you want any of this sweet “good good” tonight!” You call over your shoulder.

Andy stares at your retreating form, a tick forming in his jaw.

Oh, his sweet girl was going camping with him, whether she liked it or not. And she had better not try to withhold her “good good” from either.

“Tell me what she’s not gonna do.” He mumbles as he begins folding towels. “I run things around here. Not her fine ass. And another thing…”

On and on he goes as he moves on to the next bin of laundry.

Two Days Later…

You've been giving your man the silent treatment for the better part of the day.

“Baby,” he goes to rest his large, calloused hand on the soft skin of your bare knee. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise you’re gonna have fun.”

Instead of responding, you let out a “hmph” and continue staring out the window, still unhappy with the fact that your beloved Andy had manhandled you into the car in the first place.

Handsome jerk.

“I promise you’ll be perfectly safe. Besides, it won’t just be us there. Ari's bringing Story, and Curtis and Ruby are coming along too.”

“Oh, yippie.” You grumble.

“Hey,” that same hand squeezes your thigh. “Please promise Daddy that you’re going to keep an open mind about this, okay?” His tone holds a mix of playfulness and authority.

“Yes, sir. I promise to keep an open mind in case I have to sacrifice you to a bear.”

“Huh?!”

“Wake me when we get to hell - I mean to the campsite.” And with that, you drift off to sleep. Meanwhile, Andy just shakes his head and goes back to concentrating on the road.

Andy gently nudges you awake when you finally arrive at the site. It appears the two of you are the last to get there.

Hopping out of the car, you wave at the guys before immediately striding over to Ruby and Story, who look just as happy as you are.

“Well hello, ladies. And welcome to the wonderful world of nature!” You spread your arms wide and do a little spin.

Yes, welcome to the wonderful world of poison ivy, snakes, pollen, bees, poisonous spiders, and asthma attacks.

“Fuck nature and all her deadly minions.” Ruby purses her lips and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed. “Curtis wouldn’t even let me bring my solar powered phone charger. So, I’m gonna die out here and nobody’s gonna know until they stumble upon a coyote dining on my corpse.”

“I get it girl.” You run a reassuring hand up and down her arm. “I know we’ve all seen this movie before.”

You pull some sunscreen out of your bag and begin to rub it into every inch of your exposed skin. And then you hand it off to the others so they can do the same.

“Yes, we have,” Story hisses as slaps at a random bug that lands on her neck before grabbing the sunblock. “And we don’t make it. Maybe this our men’s way of trying to kill us.”

You turn to glare at your three guys, who were currently in the process of of unloading the vehicles. “How about a little help, ladies?” Ari beckons towards your group.

“The first time I think I see, or even hear a serial killer, I’m talking Leather Face, Jason, Michael Myers - my ass is out. You had better run when I run.” You tell them as you all make your way over.

“Bet.”

“You know it.”

“Yes?” You all huff when you finally reach the boys.

“You know guys, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such pretty looking sour faces.” Curtis coos, prompting you three to glare at him. He remains unfazed.

“Me, Andy, and Ari have got the heavier stuff under control. We need you ladies to handle these smaller backpacks there. Oh, and for each of you to grab a cooler.”

Your shoulders sag as you go to grab yourselves a bag. But before you do, you and your girls proceed to douse yourself with bug spray. At the rate you were going, you’d been out here for less than forty-five minutes and you already had at least four mosquito bites.

All three men let out a sigh. “C’mon girls, we’ve got at least a good 2.5 mile hike ahead of us here, and we want to get there while we still have the sunlight in our favor.

One Hour Later…

“I am so close to divorcing Curtis Robert Everett.” An exhausted Ruby mumbles under breath. “Like, I am dreaming about filing the paperwork as soon as I get back.”

“Well, I’m moving out of Andy’s place as soon as we get back, so if you’re looking for a roommate…

“Count me in too.” Story mumbles.

“Glad we’re in agreements, ladies.” You tell them. “Hey boys, how much more time until we get there? We’ve been walking for ages!”

“Not long. But we would’ve been there already if certain members of the group hadn’t had to repeatedly stop for a break.” Ari growls as he readjustes the large pack on his back.

“Ungh! My arms are about to fall off.” Ruby whines as she struggles with her cooler, causing an annoyed Curtis to turn and snatch it from her.

“You know ladies, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we’re gonna need you all to develop a better attitude.” Andy calls back.

“I agree.” Ari chimes in.

“And I don’t know about y’all, but I’m gonna need to see soon.” Curtis grunts.

Other than letting out a collective snort, you and the girls refuse to respond. Instead you continue to pout until you finally reach your destination. Once it’s confirmed that this patch of land was going to be your campsite, you immediately set down your things with a weary huff.

“Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus.” Out of breath, you look down at your grimy hands.

“Hey!” You lightly bounce over to Andy who’s busy clearing away the brush so he can begin the process of setting up your tent. “I need to wash my hands. Where can I do that?”

“Honey, we’re out in the woods, miles from civilization. I mean, there’s a river not to too far from here. So, I can you down there later after we’re all set up.” Your boyfriend goes back to work.

Your left eye begins to twitch as your small hands ball into fists. “I refuse to wash my hands in the same body of water where sea monsters poo.” You hiss.

Trying to avoid the tantrum that he knew was surely about to happen, Andy points over to your gray and green tent, before instructing you to bring it to him, which you do.

You step back and watch him undo the straps, gives it a light shake, and bam! There was your pop-up tent. You look around to two other tents, one is black and red, while other is two different shades of blue.

“Alright,” Ari calls out. “Girls, you get the sleeping bags inside while we secure the tents to the ground.

“Secure them to the ground?” Ruby asks.

“Unless you wanna blow away in the middle of the night.” Curtis shrugs. “I mean, I’ll chase after you, my little Rubikscube, but if that wind is strong enough, you might end up in Oz or some shit.” He waggles his brows at her.

Several strained sighs later, you all have the sleeping bags situated in each respective tent. Along with lanterns, flashlights, and a couple first aid kits. You're content to let the boys handle the tools, the ax, as well the few pans and utensils.

“Great job, everyone.” Ari praises. “Now ladies, you and I are going to head down to the river to fill up our water supply. Andy, Curtis - you good with handling the firewood?”

“Got it!”

“Umm, water supply?” Story whispers.

“Oh, apparently we have to boil our water with these tablets to help purify it. Unless you’d like to contract a parasite and die.” You flash her a humorless smile.

At this point you would kill for a bottle of Aquafina or Dasani to drop into your hands right now.

The creek looked alright. Smelled kinda fishy. But between the four of you, you’d managed to fill eight decently sized jugs before returning to your campsite, just as the other boys were finishing up their pile of firewood.

You and Ruby share a look. “Can we finally sit down now?”

The guys huddle up together, keeping their voices down. They break away after a few moments and scatter. Andy goes to grab a big metal pot, while Curtis snags a sizable jug of river water. Meanwhile, Ari goes back to working on the fire.

Once the coals are burning and the flames are going, the men hang the pot over the fire and then fill it with water. Andy drops in a couple of purification tablets, and then they all step back to admire their handiwork.

“We’ll just give it maybe an hour or so to do it’s thing. I say we go ahead and hit the showers,"

Immediately, you girls balk and begin to trudge back to your respective tents, completely and totally upset.

“If you really think I’m about to bathe in that river with monsters floating around, all of ‘em looking for a little evening snack, you boys have lost your mind!” You tell them, feeling your voice rise several octaves in the process.

“She's right! Didn’t y’all read that article about that alligator they found swimming around here not to long ago? Yeah they captured it and shipped it home. But what’s to say he didn’t come back…with friends?” Story crosses her arms and gives them a pointed glare.

You nod in support while the men proceed to grumble and roll their eyes.

“I'ma keep this real simple.” Ruby finally chimes in. I ain’t swimin’ with no snakes. I don’t trust ‘em. They’re too shifty. And most importantly, they bite.”

“Ladies.” Andy clasps his hands together before resting them on top of his head. “There’s a public shower a little less than thirty minutes that way, okay?”

“Oh.” Is all you can mumble. “Well how were we supposed to know that? God!"

“So let’s grab our things and head over there before my goddamned ears start to bleed.” Curtis growls, clearly frustrated.

The girls race for their toiletry bags and towels while their very irritated men follow behind them to collect their own.

Bags in hand, you all begin making your way towards the showers. You, Ruby, and Story find yourselves practically skipping the whole way, which only further annoys your partners who are desperately trying to keep you in sight.

“Sweetheart, this is the last time I’m gonna to tell you. Come back and hold my hand. Now.” Andy warns, reaching for you. Not wanting piss off your Daddy in public, you let go of Ruby’s hand and take hold of his instead.

“Good idea, Andy.” Curtis agrees. “Ruby, Story. Come back to us please. It’s safer that way."

With twin sighs, they also do as their told.

Boy this whole camping experience sure had been major delight so far.

When you finally reach the showers, you dash in and pick a stall. Women were on the left side, while men were on the right.

“See you guys in twenty!” Story waves them off. The guys shake their heads and wander around to the other side of the facility.

You and the girls turn on the water to let it warm up and begin stripping out of your dirty clothes. You then wrap a towel around yourself and quickly fold your clothes before placing them in your bag.

Just as you girls are ready to step in, your three handsome, well-muscled partners come around the corner, each of them clad in just a towel.

“Can uh - can we help you?” A confused Ruby asks.

“Nope, we’re here to shower with our gorgeous girls. Helps conserve water and also lets us keep an eye out for creepy guys.” Curtis offers with a shrug.

“And if we say no?” You glare at them.

“Funny thing is, none of are asking, princess.”

“Now, in you go, my sweet Story-girl.” Ari twirls his finger and points toward the running shower.

“Argh!” She stomps inside and reaches out to hand him her towel. Exasperated, you and Ruby also follow suit.

“Andy, this shower isn’t big enough for the two of us.” You're quick to grumble. Instead of responding, he places a warm palm on your belly, pressing you against the solid wall of his chest before going to work soaping up your nude body.

You bite back a moan as he tenderly caresses your heavy breasts, lovingly tending to your nipples as he does. Andy's hands then stroke themselves down your sides, brushing hs sudsy fingers across your navel before finally reaching your aching pussy.

Andy cups cunt, grinding the heel of his palm against your now throbbing clit. He then turns you in his arms so that he can wash your back, as well as your round ass - which he slaps - making you moan. Your man then soaps your thighs and then your calves before pushing you further under the spray so he can quickly take care of himself.

And even under the sound of the spray, you’re pretty you can make out another moan…or two. And they definitely weren’t your own.

Finished with your showers, everyone takes a moment to get dressed for the night. You can’t quite seem to make eye contact with either of your friends.

But Andy, Ari, and Curtis, they stride back to the campsite with their big chests puffed out and satisfied grins on their lips.

The smug bastards.

Once you return your site, Ari removes the purified water from the still glowing flames and sits on a protected surface. Curtis then drops two cans of hickory-smoked baked beans into another pot and hangs it up to cook.

And then while you wait, the four of you roast delicious beef brats. Andy leans over to open another cooler to pull out a few beers - Sam Adams for the guys and Leinenkugel Summer Shandies for the ladies.

“Oh, so we have to boil water to live, but you guys packed beer.” Ruby scoffs.

“Can’t forage for beer in the wild, Rubi-loo-hoo. Ex-marine here. Already checked.” Ari chuckles, as does everyone else.

When the beans and brats are done, Curtis passes around tin plates with two hot dog buns each. And then you all sit back and enjoy a simple meal, a warm fire, the beautiful night sky, and the pleasant company of a bunch of weirdos.

It’s just after 1:30am when all decide to retire.

“Good night, everybody. I think even our pretty little naysayers had a good time.” Andy chuckles, only to grunt when you elbow him in the ribs.

“And remember, no going to the bathroom alone at night. Wake people. It’s important to go as a group.” Ari instructs.

“Got it!”

You climb into your tent with your boyfriend right behind you. Exhausted, you both make quick work of climbing into your sleeping bags. Fluffing your pillow, you scooch over to be closer to your fella.

“I love you, baby. Thanks for making sure no creepy guy tried to join me in the shower tonight. It was quite chivalrous of you.”

“You know how I feel about protecting my Princess.” He presses his warm lips to your own. “Tomorrow, we’ll have breakfast, do a little kayaking, some fishing, and whatever else we feel like. So rest up, little one.”

Andy kisses your nose and drifts off, just like that.

Handsome Jerk.

Two Hours Later…

Your phone buzzes near your ear. Picking it up, you squint at the message:

RubyRoo: Story and I have to pee? You?

You look over at Andy who is fast asleep.

You: Uh, yeah. Be out in a sec.

Being as quiet as possible, you grab a flashlight and then unzip and then rezip the tent. You see your friends waiting for you in front of a nearby tree.

They wave their flashlights at you as you hurry over. You were convinced that between the three of you, you could remember where you were going. But just in case, you were carrying mace, Story had stolen a flare gun, Ruby was rocking a hunting knife. Better to be safe than sorry.

You weren’t exactly the Charlie’s Angels, but it would have to do. You begin to confidently make your way into the woods, staying along the designated path as you do.

You try your hardest not to flinch and jump at every weird sound or crunch of twig.

“We’ve been walking for quite a while, ladies. We should be there soon.” Story mumbles. “But, I was just thinking…should we have maybe woken up one of the boys before we left?

Shit.

“Probably, but it’s too late now for that now. Let’s just be quick and maybe we’ll get lucky.” Ruby winces.

You successfully make it to restroom facilities and quickly handle your business. Once finished, you half walk, half jog back to your campsite.

You make it back in about twenty minutes. Just in time to see your men, all fully dressed, gathered around the fading embers of the fire. They’re conversation becomes clearer the closer you get.

“Oh, shit we’re in trouble.” You mutter.

“Shhh…”

“I don’t give a shit if they did go to the bathroom, Andrew! My Story-girl loses her car in every parking lot like it’s her job. And please don’t get me started on Ruby’s sense of direction.” Okay, apparently Ari was in full rant mode.

“I know, I know. She’s hopeless without a GPS. Always has been, always will be. And your girl…" He trails off, throwing his hands in the air. "Come on, man!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Andy growls. “She got stuck in the kiddie the corn maze the other month and l had to rescue her when she started crying. Can’t fucking believe that they didn’t wake even one of us up. I'm going to roast her little ass…”

“Story knows better.” Ari snarls. “And I’m going to remind her of that as soon as I get my hands on her.”

“See, I was hoping we’d be able enjoy this trip without having to do that. But a Daddy’s job is never done I guess.” Curtis growls. “Let’s go get them before I fall over from exhaustion.”

Faces beet red, knees slightly shaking, you three pick that moment emerge from your safe place just beyond the tree line.

“Um, no need guys. As you can see, we made it there and back just fine.” You flash them what you hope is your sweetest, most confident smile.

“See what the power of teamwork can do?” Story wraps her arms around both of you, silently praying for a miracle.

“Yep! And although we should’ve woken one of you up, we had mace, a flare gun, and this here hunting knife to protect us. See?” Ruby shrugs. “So no need to worry.

“The fuck?!”

"Rubeena Kathryn Everett,” Her husband snarls. “You give me that knife right now, you little brat.”

“Okay, okay.” She gingerly hands it over. “There ya go. Now how about we all go back to bed and agree to laugh at this silliness in the morning?"

“I agree!” You chime in. “If we’re planning on going kayaking tomorrow, then we need to have our wits about us.”

“Yep!” Story agrees.

“Story-girl, take yourself to our tent and roll up your sleeping bag. You’ll be sharing with me for the rest of tonight. And you best believe that you and I will be having a serious discussion tomorrow morning, regardless of who's around. Now go.” She purposely dodges him in an effort to protect her ass.

“Curtis, c’mon. It’s not that big a deal. There’s no reason to be this upset.” He strides towards her. “It’s like you wake up looking for a reason to be grumpy with me and ooh -!”

Ruby’s burly firefighter tosses her over his shoulder and begins to carry her off. “Shut the fuck up.” He barks. “Or I will fire up this beautiful bottom right here, right now, within earshot of everyone.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now Andy,” You begin. “You know that we didn’t really break the rules. Can’t you do something here?” You grab his big, strong hand and give it a squeeze. “Please, Andy?”

He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he uses one hand to cup your chin, and then other to wrench your thick curls back, making you whimper.

“What’s name right now, little girl? Tell me the name of the man responsible for overseeing his baby’s punishment in the morning? Hm?”

Your mouth suddenly goes dry.

“Daddy. It’s my Daddy who punishes me when I’m bad.”

Aww fuck.

“Now, tomorrow morning, which is really just a few hours from now, we’re going to have a little breakfast. And then you and I are going into the woods and pick you out a switch.”

Aww. Double fuck.

"Now goodnight, baby. I think it’s time I got you tucked in again."

END

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 25 days

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It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 5)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

I know I keep it locked down, but all I want now Is somebody who can tell me how it's gonna turn out 'Cause I thought I'll be doing better by now

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes:

This chapter was heavily influenced by Sam Fischer's "Carry It Well" so please give it a listen.

Divider @firefly-graphics Banner @cafekitsune Happy Reading!

“Let’s do this out in the gym,” Curtis suggests. “Safest place to be in case tempers flare.”

“Afraid I’m going to knock you one.” Dean taunts.

“The opposite actually. Come on.”

He follows Curtis out to the barn, where the gym is located. He’s surprised to see how well put together it is.

“You guys really must love to work out.”

“It helps keep our heads on straight. PTSD is a bitch and sometimes the best way to battle it is with sweat and muscle fatigue.”

“She’s okay with that?”

“Which one? The PTSD or the random late night sparring sessions?”

“Both, I guess.”

Curtis smiles softly to himself and nods his head.

“She fights demons of every kind. Even the ones in our heads. I’ve watched her pinned to the bed, Sy’s hands wrapped around her throat while he’s lost to the fog. And instead of panicking and thrashing about, she ran her fingers along his scalp in a familiar way and whispered to him to wake up and come back to her. A whisper was as loud as she could speak, but it was enough. She kept at it until his unfocused eyes returned to normal and he realized what was happening. He released her immediately with a swear and an apology.”

“Fuck.” Dean whispers out.

“It didn't end there. He took one look at the marks he left on her neck and her heaving chest, trying to bring more oxygen into her lungs and punched a hole in the wall. He apologized again. Upset with himself and stormed out. She wasn’t having any of that.”

“What’d she do?”

“Threw her boots on and chased after him into the barn. We followed suit of course. We could hear him hitting the heavy bag before reaching the doors. He was like a raging bull. That crazy woman walked right up to the front of him and grabbed the bag. Holding it firm so it wouldn’t swing back and hit him when he least expected it. And then she spurred him on. Telling him to hurry up and get it all out so that she could put all that muscle to better use. She even yelled at him. Telling him, she’s no damsel and he’s free to choke her whenever the mood strikes. Just be sure to follow it up with a good dicking.”

“Fucking Havoc.”

“Yup. She made him spar with her too. Which of course turned into an expending of energy in a far more enjoyable way. So yes, I’d say she’s okay with it all.”

“Was it just that one time with Sy?”

“I’d love to say that it was, but unfortunately, no. We’ve all had our moments. They’re less frequent now, thankfully. We have a system in place and it works for us.”

Dean just nods his head. “That’s good to hear.”

“If you’re done trying to distract me now.” Curtis raises an eyebrow. “Mind telling me how you’re feeling about her?”

“How I’ve always felt. In love with her but unworthy. Even more so now that she has you three.” He runs a hand through his hair. “The way you take care of her. She’s never truly alone. She always has someone there.”

“That’s on purpose.” Curtis imparts. “One of us is always at least nearby. She has demons in her head too and sometimes they get really loud and things can get dangerous. If she needs help she just has to shout and one of us will come running. No matter the issue.”

“It doesn't bother you that you have to share her.”

“It’s not a, have to, type of situation, Dean.” Curtis grits out. “We all decided to be together. Why make her choose when we each bring something different to the table. We’re hunters. It's not like we live conventional lives anyway with what we do. Why does it matter that we share?”

“Because I don’t get it. I haven't been with her for years and just seeing the way she looks at all of you drives me crazy.”

“I know all about your jealousy Dean.”

“Thank you so much for all your help Professor Braxton. I was just so overwhelmed. You were far more informative than the info I found on the internet.” She leans forward on his desk, cleavage on full display. The asshole doesn’t even try to hide the fact he’s looking down her shirt.

“It’s been my pleasure.” He smiles up at her and I’m about ready to deck him. “If you need help with anything else, be sure to give me a call.”

He pulls out a business card and literally writes his cell number on the back and hands it to her. She takes it with a bright smile and tilts her head. “I know you need to be getting to your next class. Do you mind if we stay for a bit and double check your books.”

“By all means.” He stands to leave. “Turn the lock when you leave if I’m still in class.”

“Will do.” She walks with him to the door, running her fingers down his arm. He walks through the door and she softly closes it behind him, clicking the lock in place.

When she turns to head back to his desk, Dean blocks her path. “What was all that extra flirting about?” He seethes.

She rolls her eyes at his antics. “I’m doing what needs to be done. Just like every time you do it.”

That was the wrong button to push. As she goes to walk around him, he reaches out and wraps his hand around the base of her throat. She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by his lips clashing with hers.

The kiss is all dominance and anger. She can practically feel the jealousy and the need to put her in her place on Dean's tongue as he parts her lips to gain entry.

When he pulls her head back by her hair, she watches as his eyes darken. “Hike your skirt up and bend over the desk.”

The command in his voice is deep and as if on autopilot she complies. Bunching her skirt around her waist and bending forward.

Dean doesn't waste any time as he steps up behind her. Undoing his belt and zipper with one hand. He palms her left cheek with the other. Rearing back and smacking her ass to watch the blood rush to the surface.

He then runs a finger down her soaked thong, teasing her folds before pulling the ruined fabric to the side.

“I’m too riled up to be gentle right now, sweetheart. So you better hold on tight.”

Before she can retort with her usual sass Dean pushes himself inside her silk walls to the hilt. Her gasp at the intrusion and stretch quickly turns to a moan, as he rears back and slams forward with all his power.

Every thrust he takes is brutal and hard. Slamming her hips into the desk edge. There is no doubt that she will have a reminder of this outing in the form of bruises.

But right now, she could care less about that because he feels so damn good inside her.

He reaches forward and pulls her head up. Stretching out her neck so that he can latch his pillow soft lips to her delicate flesh. He gives her a nip before whispering in her ear. “Your tight little cunt has me ready to bust, baby girl. You better cum before I do or else your shit out of luck til we get back to the motel.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

He picks up the pace. Aiming to devastate them both. On a particularly hard stroke he bites down on her still extended neck. She can feel the suction of his mouth as he deigns to leave a noticeable love bite.

It’s too much and not enough all at once. The perfect combination to set her core ablaze and have her coming with a shout of his name. There is no way, no one heard that.

As her walls squeeze and throb around him, Dean succumbs to his own climax. Growling and grunting as he fills her up. Leaving yet another mark of his claim.

He pulls outs. Righting her thong and pulling her skirt back down. He quickly gets himself resituated in his jeans and snatches the Pagan Mythology book off the desk.

Without a second thought, he grabs her hand, unlocks the door and pulls her out into the hall. He turns to look at her as they walk toward the exit. “Now you won’t need to call him for anything.”

“Yeah. I’m not proud of how I handled things in the past.” He shrugs. “How do you handle it? You can’t tell me you don’t get jealous.”

“Oh, we get jealous. And so does she.” He cracks a smile. “Man, I love it when that happens.”

Curtis’ eyes sort of glaze over, as if he’s lost in a memory before he quickly snaps out of it. “When it happens we deal with it. Whether that’s with talking, sparring or sex. Depends on the situation.”

“Wait. You handle jealousy with sex?”

“We have before, yes. But it’s not how you probably think it is.”

“Okay. Then how?”

“Do you really wanna know how? I can spare you the details if you truly don't want to hear.”

“Well now I have to know.”

“She makes us all worship her, one by one, as the others watch. The jealous one going last. We aren't allowed to touch ourselves while we do it. Not until she deems we can work as a unit once again and take her apart together. Then we do just that. She usually sleeps cuddled up next to whoever was jealous and needed extra love that day.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. She’s pretty damn special.” Curtis looks towards the open barn doors. “Listen. I know your head is all types of messed up and me having this conversation with you is not helping.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Don’t drive yourself too crazy. I may be open to the idea of you being a part of us. But it’s not up to me. It’s not even up to Walt and Sy. Her opinion is the only one that matters. Just know that us three...” He pauses, nodding towards the door that Walt and Sy just entered, “Don’t hold your past with her against you.”

“You don’t?”

“You were an utter idiot,” Walter chimes in.

“But your fuck ups lead her to us. And gave us the opportunity to show her love doesn't have to be one sided. Or one particular way. It can be whatever we want it to be.” Sy finishes.

“Do you guys do that a lot?”

“Do what?” Sy asks.

“Finish each other's sentences?”

“Not very often.” Curtis answers. “Tends to mainly happen when we're talking about her.”

“Understandable.” Dean takes a deep breath. “Do you guys mind if I take some time to think about all of this?”

“Not at all.” Curtis tells him. “We need to have a talk with her ourselves and figure out where her head is at. No sense putting the cart before the horse and all that jazz.”

“We’ll leave you to it. Use the equipment if you feel so inclined.” Sy adds.

The three of them make their way out of the barn and back into the house. Where you are cuddled up with Jett on the couch, laughing with Sam about some past prank.

Your head turns to look at them as they enter the living room. “Everything okay out there? Where’s Dean? Did Sy & I scare him off?”

“Scare him off?” Walter asks.

Sy turns to best friend. “He caught us with our pants down after our phone call. It’s all her fault.”

You just bat your eyes and smile sweetly.

“Figures.” Walter grunts. “Come on baby girl. We need to go chat.” He leans over the couch and scoops you up into his arms.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not this time. Why? Should you be?” Walter teases.

“No!” You quickly state.

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Walter states. “Curtis just has something he wants to discuss with you.”

You make it through the doorway and are placed gently on the bed. Curtis swaggers over and cages you in against the mattress, pressing his lips to yours in a toe tingling kiss.

“But before we get there. I need to take care of something first.” He says as he kisses along your collarbone and moves down your prone frame.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, you lift your hips so that he may remove the barrier barring him from his intended destination.

Lowering himself to the floor, he pulls your hips to the edge of the bed and spreads your thighs wide. “Keep them there. Understand?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

He bites his lip as his eyes fixate on your glistening cunt. “As much as I would love to take you apart piece by piece right here. We have something to discuss. So for now, I’m just gonna get my fill of this sweet little pussy.”

He plunges two fingers into your entrance, as he leans forward and sucks your clit into his mouth. Not wasting any more time teasing you. He wants your come spilling over onto his tongue as soon as possible.

The way he’s devouring your pussy is nothing short of spectacular. Everytime he groans from your taste, it hits your clit like a vibrator set to pulse.

All you can do is grab hold of his buzzed head and hold on tight. His thick digits zeroing in on that spongy sweet spot that makes you forget how to form words. You can only imagine what you must look like to your two bears.

“Come on baby. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me. Soak my fucking face.” Curtis growls.

Increasing the speed of his fingers, he sucks your clit back into his mouth and hums.

With a twitch of his fingers against your g spot, he has you screaming as you come undone. Riding out your high along his scruffy face.

Removing his head from between your thighs, Curtis quickly pulls himself out of his jeans and pushes into your still quivering walls, setting you off once more.

“Fuck, Dew Drop. You feel so good squeezing my cock like that.”

Without giving you much of a chance to adjust to his girth he sets a punishing pace.

You are nothing more than a whimpering and moaning mess as he pounds you into the mattress. Your pussy clamping around him as another intense orgasm takes over your body.

Being led by his instinctive need to breed you, he pulls you up by the back of your head, kissing you deeply as his cock thickens and he releases rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

As soon as he is spent, he collapses on top of you as you both try and catch your breath.

“Possessive bastard couldn’t even keep it in his pants before we had our talk.” Sy laughs, calling Curtis out as he walks towards the bed to join you both.

“Damn right I am. Even if I do share her with you two assholes.” You all laugh.

“Now that I’ve got you all nice and relaxed, I wanted to see where your head was at about something.” Curtis states.

“Mm. Okay.” You say with your eyes lidded. “What do you need to know, Axeman?”

He blows out a breath. “Do you remember me teasing you about still having feelings for Dean when they first got here?”

“Yes…” You answer skeptically.

“I’ve been watching him and it’s clear to me that he still has feelings for you too. Actually I know he does because I just had a talk with him about it after I saw the look of longing on his face when he caught you and Sy having a moment together.”

You sit straight up. “What?!” You look around at all three of your men. “Did you two know about this?”

“No, Sunshine.” Walt answers calmly.

“We found out when we walked into the barn and caught the tail end of the conversation.” Sy adds.

You ring your hands in your lap. “Of course you did.” Locking eyes, you address Curtis. “Care to enlighten me on how this conversation went?”

He smiles at you. Unphased by your glare. “It was simple.” He shrugs. “He was envious of our dynamic. But at the same time, he couldn’t quite understand how we’re able to ‘share’. Thought we didn’t get jealous and were somehow more worthy than him.”

“Idiot. I hope you set him straight on that C,” Sy interrupts.

“I did. That’s what you two came in on.” He grabs your hands. “I was just letting him know that for me, I’m not threatened if you wanted to give him another chance and add him to our mix.”

You open your mouth to speak and he places a finger to your lips to stop you. “That being said. I also told him that it doesn't matter what any of us think. Your opinion and feelings are the only ones that do.”

Walter cuts in. “I’m not the biggest fan of adding someone who hurt you so deeply into what we have here. But I’d do anything to make you happy and if adding him made you happy, we’d work through all the growing pains.”

“I second that.” Sy adds.

A beat passes in silence. “Oh, am I allowed to talk now?” You quip.

Curtis taps your inner thigh. “That’s one.” He quirks a brow and smiles wickedly at you. “And yes, please do tell us what you’re thinking.”

You look around the bed, meeting each of your lover's eyes.

"Listen. I love Dean. Always have. Inevitably always will.” You begin, “But what I'm not going to do, is allow myself to tip toe along an edge that can send me into that dark abyss again. The temptation to let him back in is there, sure. But the life I have now with you all is too precious to me to expose to even an inkling of heartbreak that can be prevented. So while I love that you had a discussion and covered all the bases, wanting only what will make me happy in life even if it included Dean. I'm choosing us and only us."

The mood in the room shifts. The tension releasing into the air as you watch each man's taut shoulders drop. Love and adoration filling their eyes as smiles light up their faces.

“I’m not even a little bit ashamed about how happy hearing you say that has made me.” Sy breaks the silence.

“Hear, hear.” Walter chimes in.

“You never fail to surprise me, Dew Drop.” Curtis chuckles.

“Well. How bout you all show me just how much you love and appreciate my decision, huh?”

Sy grips your neck and pulls you into a heated kiss. “Oh you’re in for it now, Sugar.”

He quickly divests himself of his clothing. Walter and Curtis follow suit. You slowly remove the oversized t-shirt, most likely one of theirs, from your body.

When all the barriers separating you from that blessed skin on skin contact you so desperately crave are gone, they strike.

They’re like a pack of wolves, working together to take down their intended prey, determined to satiate their hunger.

The four of you end up in a hedonistic pile of limbs. Moans and growls of pleasure waft through the air as you reaffirm your commitment to each other in the most primal of ways.

You're wrapped in a cocoon of heated flesh and sweat damp body hair. With Walter beneath you, Sy straddling your ass and Curtis deep down your throat, you lose yourself to the need to please and be pleased.

As if a spell had been cast upon you, the four of you climax together. You're various walls milking them of every drop, until you are filled to the brim with their combined seed.

Disheveled and basking in the post orgasmic haze, surrounded by warmth and love, you allow your inner thoughts to make themselves known.

"I need only you.” You smile, eyes closed and content. “The three of you is all my heart can handle anymore. Just us four. Our own little family. Our own little village."

And that’s the truth as you see it. Tomorrow you can deal with talking to Dean, confident in the fact that your men will be there for moral support if needed.

This flood of serotonin coursing through your system is just the medicine you needed and is far too precious to waste.

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It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 1)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

Two Winchesters walk into a bar...

Warnings:

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It’s a typical Saturday night at TPK’s. The drinks are flowing, the jukebox is rocking and inebriated hunters are overflowing your wait staff's pockets. Sy is manning the bar with you, while Curtis walks the floor and your father ropes Walter into checking over his books.

Just as the opening riff of “Barracuda” begins to play over the speakers, you sidle up next to your mountain of a man and proceed to serenade him. You’re putting on quite the show, dancing and swinging around behind the bar, making Sy join in on your shenanigans. You jump up into his arms, knowing he’ll catch you and wrap your legs around his thick waist, as his firm hands take hold of your ass. You tease your fingers through his beard as you sing along before arching all the way back and expose your soft vulnerable throat to the bar.

It’s on your way back up that you notice a familiar head of chestnut locks hovering over the crowd, walking towards the bar. You place your hands around Sy’s neck and turn toward the bar as he approaches. "Well if it isn't, tall, dark and brooding. Hiya, Sammy! Where’s the scruffy little nerf herder you're always attached to?”

He seems surprised to see you. “Havoc? What are you doing here?”

You laugh. “This is my dad's place. You know that. We help run it when we’re not out hunting.”

“We?” He inquires.

“Yeah. We. Me. Sy here.” You pat his chest. “Walter.” You point down the bar to your grizzly man. “And Curtis. The big guy with the beanie walking around.”

“Cool. Well I’ll have two beers then. Dean should be up here as soon as he’s done parking the impala. You know how he is.”

“That I do. Drinks are on the house.” You give Sy a quick kiss and he sets you down so you can grab the beers from the cooler below the bar. By the time you set them down in front of Sam, Dean has arrived. Your heart skips a beat as those emerald eyes meet yours. You swallow and give your most neutral smile. “Hello Dean. How ya been?”

“Eh. Same ol’ same ol. Saving people. Hunting things.” His eyes track along your body like he’s checking to see if anything outwardly has changed. It makes you feel a bit unsettled as you subtly shift your weight.

Noticing the change in your demeanor, Sy looks over at Walter, and has one of their silent conversations. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Walter grabs Curtis’ attention and before you know it your men have all come behind the bar. Providing a show of support you didn't know you needed.

“How ya been shortstack?” Dean asks, eyes quickly scanning the two large men who have joined you behind the bar.

“Shortstack? Why shortstack?” With an arched brow Curtis inquires.

“Because she’s short, the best kind of fluffy and mouth watering” Dean says with a wink and his patented cocky smirk.

“Won’t hear me arguing that assessment.” Sy blurts out as he hugs you from behind, nipping your neck.

“Agreed. Although I’d have to add sweet as sin.” Walter imparts in his mouth watering accent, with a wink in your direction, as he licks his oh so kissable lips.

Curtis just steps up next to you, pulls your face close, and lays the softest, most sensual kiss to your lips. The whole room disappears as you melt into him. If it weren't for Sy’s arms holding you close, your weak knees would have given out.

As he breaks the kiss you just stare up at him in lovesick bliss, completely twitterpated. He runs a thumb along your bottom lip. “I prefer to just call her…Mine.” A tiny little smirk adorns his bearded face as he turns towards the well known hunters, leaning his large frame on the bartop.

Sam tries to hold back his laughter watching the clear shock radiate through Dean’s face at the three men so blatantly claiming you.

With a pinch to the hip from Sy you snap out of your stupor. “Sorry. What’d you ask again Dean?”

That does it for Sam. He bursts out in fits of uncontrollable laughter. “Oh man. This day just got SO much better.” He doubles over before collecting himself and sighing in relief. “Havoc you have got to tell us what’s going on. I just thought these guys were helping you run your dad’s place. It definitely seems like more is happening here.”

Dean is slowly just sipping his beer, staring you down, waiting for you to tell him what the hell is going on here. She can’t possibly be with all three of them right?! I mean yeah she always was on the kinkier side but this…

You clear your throat and throw on your most mischievous smile. “It’s not my fault you assumed they were only helping me with dad’s place between hunts. I didn't know I needed to announce in the first five minutes of seeing you in however long that I was attached.”

“Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. You know me better than that.” Sam quickly apologizes.

“You’re right. I do. That’s why that pretty face of yours is bruise free from my knuckles. At least for now anyway.” You wink to let him know you're not mad in the slightest.

“So…” Dean pipes up from his beer. “Which one?”

“Which one what?” You ask.

“You know. Which one are you actually attached to?” He waves his hand, acknowledging the three men around you.

You start laughing. “Oh Dean. I’d never choose between them.” You cuddle closer to Sy, graze your hand along Curtis’ beard and smile lovingly up at Walter. “I’m quite attached to all three of them. Package deal and all.”

“Wait. All three of them?” You just nod your head with a smug smile on your face. “Damn. And you guys are cool sharing her or whatever?” Sam asks.

All four of you raise a brow at his question. “Sorry if that sounded insensitive. I’m just really curious how this all works. Especially if you all are hunters ya know. Dangerous life and all. Possibly losing one person I love is bad enough and you’ve got three.”

“It’s ok Sammy. It’s not easy. But we make it work. Like everything else in this life worth having, you do what needs to be done to keep it.” You glance over at a now sullen Dean. Seems your words have struck a chord in him. It almost looks like he may have some regret in his eyes.

Ever the jovial one of your men Sy butts in. “I’m sure ya’ll know just how precious this little one is. She’s told us all about when ya’ll used to hunt. Did some legendary shit together before she made her way back home and we stumbled into her honey trap.”

“I did not trap you.” You spout, mouth agape.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself babygirl.” You smack his arm. He shrugs it off. “Where was I? Oh yeah. What brings you around our humble little establishment? Business or pleasure?”

“Business actually.” Sam shifts in his seat. “Got a call from Garth about a vamp nest that we were closer to than him. Told us to come here for some intel before we got started.”

Walter shakes his head as he reaches under the bar and pulls out an accordion folder and rifles through it. “Ah. Here it is. Old McMillan farm. Garth asked Sy and I to do a quick scout about a week ago on our way back from that case in Pockopea.”

“That’s the name of the farm Garth gave me. Mind if I take a look at what you got already?” Sam asks politely.

“Not at all. Let us know if you take it and we’ll mark it down so we can keep track.” Walter replies.

“You guys keep track of the hunters that come through here?” Dean asks.

“Sort of.” Curtis discloses. “If they’re on a hunt within 50 miles of here, newbies, friends of ours or regulars, we like to make sure at least two of us are available in the event they may need help that either we or someone we know can provide.”

“Honestly it’s kept on the job deaths rather low around these parts since we implemented it.” You shrug.

“Bonus, it allows for one of us to always be at home base with our little TG.” Sy gives your hips a nice little squeeze.

“You’re not hunting anymore?” Dean quirks a brow.

You chuckle. “Of course I still hunt. I just do more research and support now. When my expertise is needed or I just want a change of scenery I head out on the road.”

“Never alone though. We go in pairs so there is always back up available for any reason.” Your overprotective gruffy man Walter makes note.

“Smart. The buddy system. Always a good go to.” Sam adds.

“They're all a bit militant if you ask me.” You sass.

“Can’t help it, sweetness. You’ll always be our number one mission.” Curtis stares deep in your eyes. That look that always has you weak in the knees.

You bite your lip as you stare back at him.

Dean clears his throat and finishes off his beer. “You got something stronger back there?”

“Depends.” You lean on the bar in front of him, cleavage on clear display. “Where ya staying?”

“We just got to town. Came here first. Probably whatever shitty motel has space. The usual.” He replies trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

You exchange a couple looks with your men. “How bout we save you some cash.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He huffs.

“Easy. You’ll stay at our place. We have the room and far better whiskey. Plus access to our lore books and any that you need from the office here.” You nonchalantly tell him.

Sam perks up at this. “Deal.” Dean gives him the side eye from the quick response. “What? I’m sure it’s a hell of a lot better than where we would have ended up.”

“Aw come on Dean. I’ll even make some of those chicken biscuit sandwiches of mine that you used to love so much.” You sweeten the deal.

“Pie?” he asks.

“I’m pretty sure I have enough to bake a cherry pie.” You ponder out loud.

“Deal. But no pie. Deal is over. No matter what Sammy here wants.” Dean decides.

“Alright then. We’ll close up early tonight and you can follow us home.” You grab the Jack Daniels and pour him a highball of the amber liquid, sliding it in front of him.

He tips the glass back and swallows it all down in one gulp before slamming it back onto the bar. This is either going to be amazing or hell on earth for me.

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It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 3)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

A simple day of research takes a turn no one anticipated.

Warnings:

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You had all decided to spend the majority of the day researching. Six heads were better than one and all that. Sam made himself comfortable in your library after Curtis brought in a table from the garage storage. Dean was surprisingly quiet as he combed through the case file, connecting some leads and gathering their information so they could follow through on them tomorrow when their Fed suits were fresh and clean.

Around lunchtime you decide it was time for you to take a break and check in on your old man. You’re not sure if he knows the boys are in town yet. With the amount of hunters that love to gossip at TPK you can only assume he’s at least heard whisperings of them showing up last night. Knowing your history with them, he most certainly wouldn't have text or brought it up with you on his own. Per usual you’ll have to call and inform him of what’s going on.

“My eyes need a rest and I’m starting to get hungry. So I’m taking a break.” You announce as you get up from your seat. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Beer if you have any to spare.” Dean requests.

“I’ll ask Sy if he has any left in the barn of his homebrew that’s bottled.” You let him know as you leave the room. You spot Walter in the kitchen as you make your way out to the patio to head to the barn. As you go to pass him by, he wraps a thick arm around your middle and pulls you close to him, laying a kiss on your lips.

You melt into him, savoring the sweet moment before he pulls back, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Where you heading off too? I thought you were helping with research?”

“I am.” You look up into his azure eyes. “My eyes and stomach decided I needed a break. Plus I needed to check in with Dad. Dean wanted a beer so I was just heading out to the barn to see if Sy had any homebrew left.”

“You sure you weren't heading out there to watch them spar?” He teases. “Maybe get in a little rough and tumble yourself.”

“That does sound tempting.” You husk out. “But I’ll have to be strong and hold out. I really do need to call dad. Why don’t you come with me to make sure I behave and we can all call together.”

He lowers his mouth to your ear, voice low and husky. “What makes you think I want you to behave?”

“Naughty naughty bear.” You tease as you back away from him and open the patio door. “You comin’.”

“I wish.” He grumbles, following you out to the barn.

The sounds of flesh connecting with a mat, combined with deep grunts and groans, as you approach the open barn door, has your panties dampening. You saunter inside, leaning up against the wall as you enjoy the show.

It never ceases to amaze you just how strong and powerful these men are. Although Sy may be bigger in width, Curtis is large in his own right. Both stubborn and strong willed, unwilling to back down unless made to. Which leads to these bouts of competition that always end up with them sparing until someone gets pinned and has to yield.

“Don’t waste all that pent up aggression, boys.” You call out. “I may need it later.”

Upon hearing your voice, Sy turns his head to look in your direction, opening himself up to allow Curtis to slip his bicep around his neck and capture him in a chokehold. “Say it.” He grunts out, tightening the hold.

“Not gonna happen.” Sy grits through his teeth.

“The sooner you say it the sooner she comes over here.” He replies, winking over at you.

You purposefully yawn and make a show of stretching out your limbs, arms high in the air, back arched, chest lifted.

“Yield.” Sy states.

“What was that?” Curtis squeezes a little more.

“I yield.” He says louder. “Now get off me so our woman can tend to my bruised ego.”

He releases him and with a speed only he possesses, quickly makes his way to you. He pulls you into his sweaty shirtless body and takes his victory kiss. Leaving you a panting mess when he pulls away, heading over to the bench to towel off and down his water.

“C’mon man. You couldn’t just make me yield, you had to go and make her all twitterpatted too.” Sy yells at Curtis, still prone on the mat.

You chuckle to yourself as you make your way over to the grumpy bear of a man. You make a point to toss your leg over his torso before lowering yourself down, straddling his thick abdomen. You run your hands up his furry pecs, until you reach his bearded cheeks. You lean forward, arching your back, leaving your ass on display, as you nip at Sy’s bottom lip. “Poor Beasty. Looks like the Axeman came out on top this time.”

His growl vibrates against your core, the only warning you get before he grabs your waist and flips you, spreading your thighs and pinning you beneath him with his hips. “Babygirl, I always end up on top, sooner or later.” He captures your mouth in a brutal kiss. Tongue teasing along your lip, asking for admittance, which you gladly grant. You make out for a bit, bodies dancing a tango you’ve performed many times, before Walter pushes Sy aside with his boot and lifts you into his arms.

“As much as I’m enjoying watching this unfold.” He places you on your feet. “You came in here for a reason. So let’s get that taken care of before you lose yourself to your hormones.”

“Spoilsport.” Curtis taunts as he joins the rest of you. “What did you need Dewdrop?”

“Nothing special. I’m taking a break from research. Wanted to call and check in on Dad. Also Dean wanted some beer. I came to see if you had any homebrew left Sy. Figured I could ask and then call dad.”

“I have a couple bottles left over from the last batch. I’ll bring em when we head inside. Let’s get your dad’s call out of the way and then we can make some lunch. I’m starving.” Sy replies.

“You're forever hungry.” You state.

“For you, Sugar. Always for you.” He winks at you.

“Such a charmer.” You pull your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to call your father.

Only the third ring he picks up. “I was wondering when you were going to ring me. How are your house guests?”

“Hello Dad. I knew those gossips couldn't keep their mouths shut. Yes Sam and Dean are staying with us while they work that vamp case Garth brought us. They’re currently in my library doing research as we speak.”

“I assume the lumberjack and two bears are on this call.”

“You know it.” Sy imparts.

“Good. So I can tell you this and I know for a fact it will be upheld.” Your father quips. “You are to take the damn night off. I don’t want you anywhere near this bar. You all worked the last eight days in a row and helping them Winchesters get that Vamp nest squared away is important. But not as important as you boys making good on your promise and giving me a grandchild or two before I croak.”

“Dad!” You groan. “When are you going to ease up on that already?”

“When you show me an ultrasound picture.” He proudly states.

Your men just laugh. “We’ll get right on that, Sir. You have my word.” Walter apeases him.

“I’m holding you to it. Now get off this phone and I better not see you until at least tomorrow evening.”

You sigh. “Bye Dad.”

“Goodbye, Hun.”

“Well that went a bit farther than expected.” You whine.

“Oh I fully expected him to try and take a hit to our manhood. He was pretty tame this time around. Betty must have paid him a visit last night.” Sy chuckles out.

“Come on, Dewdrop. You can warm my cock while I get clean. Promise I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be leaking me all afternoon.” Curtis slaps your ass and walks out of the barn toward the house. Not deigning to put a shirt back on.

The afternoon was spent with everyone putting their heads together to come up with a plan based off of the information that you had been able to gather so far.

“Listen.” Sy states. Captain voice initiated. “The intel we currently have does not leave me feeling one hundred on a plan. There is no room for contingencies. We need to do some recon during the daytime. If not by us, then by trusted sources closer to the possible nest location.”

“Do you have someone available to do that?” Sam inquires.

“I can give my nephews a call. They’re close by working a haunting a couple counties over.” Walter answers.

Dean and Sam look at each other, having one of their silent conversations.

“Alright.” Dean relents.

Sy claps his hands together. “Great. Now supper time. Curtis, start up the grill while I get a fire going.” He turns to you. “We still got all them steaks Jimmy bartered with us?”

“Sure do.” You reply.

“Steaks and potatoes it is then.” He smiles mischievously, scooping you up and placing you in a fireman's carry, as he makes his way out to the extra fridge in the garage.

Dean downs the last of his beer as everyone takes their exit, trying to chase away the tendrils of jealousy he’s feeling. They’ve been happening more frequently since last night.

Sam pauses at the door, turning to look at the sullen face of his brother. “Don’t take forever moping, alright. At least try to enjoy yourself tonight, okay.”

By the time Dean drags himself out back, he finds you all mingling around the fire pit, sans Curtis who is manning the grill while tossing a ball around with Booga. He can clearly see that his brother and Walter are deep in discussion about something he can only imagine is nerdy.

The sound of classic rock being played on an acoustic guitar has him seeking the source. That is when he spots Sy, guitar in his lap strumming along and serenading you with some tune that has you beaming. Clearly the song has meaning to you because he watches as you dance around the fire.

You're swaying your hips, letting Sy’s smooth voice run along your skin, warming you from the inside out. Dean can’t help but be mesmerized by your display, caught off guard by how safe and comfortable you must be to just let your guard down like that. He realizes that he’s only ever really seen you like this once and it was a long, long time ago. How blind and selfish was I all those years ago?

Curtis subtly watches Dean out the corner of his eye for a bit, taking in the effect you have on the hunter. He could give him hell for ogling his woman, but that’s just not who he is. “Domesticity looks good on her doesn't it?”

“Huh?” He’s snapped back to reality by Curtis’ question. Choosing to go lend a hand to one of the men that get to call you theirs.

“When she lets herself go like that and just be.” He tosses the ball for Booga once more. “She looks like a damn goddess luring you in.”

Dean swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

“That’s his main objective everyday.” He points to Sy. “Well all of ours actually. Giving her what she needs to just be free, even for just five minutes. She’s so damn self sacrificing, helping any and everyone that she runs herself ragged from the stress of not saying no. Here she’s not allowed to just say yes. She gets a call, we ALL talk about it before a decision is made. Hence why she doesn't go out hunting much or alone anymore.”

Dean just nods along, sipping his whiskey.

“Plus, we can’t have her all stressed out when we're trying to knock her up.” He calmly states. “Not good for her or the future baby.”

Dean chokes on his next sip. “You're trying to have a baby?”

“Mmhmm. Have been. Wanna give her a family. Little ones to love and dote on. Plus we promised her pops and were falling behind on, as we are reminded quite often.” He chuckles to himself as Dean’s mind flashes back to a time that seems so far away now.

I’m searching for the pie she grabbed when she went into the last gas station when my hand bumps a rectangular, non-food- like package that crinkles. I take a look inside and notice a bright pink box that reads First Response Pregnancy.

“Did you grab somebody else’s bag by accident? Why is there a pregnancy test in here?”

“No, that bag is ours. Never left my possession since it was handed to me.”

“Ok. So why is the test?”

“Cus I’m late Dean.” I freeze at her words.

“How late?” I manage to ask.

“Bout two weeks.”

“We’re always careful. Plus we havent had sex in a couple weeks.” I state.

“Pull out method isn’t always effective Dean.” You snatch the bag from his hands and remove the test. “I’d rather be safe than sorry. That’s why I didn't say anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go piss on a stick now before Sam gets back.”

I set the bag down and begin to pace the room. I never was good at being patient and the longer she takes in there the more anxious I get. What if she’s pregnant? We aren't even a couple. Yeah we hookup when the mood strikes and she’s one of the few people I trust with my life, but a kid?

Before I can spiral further, I hear the bathroom door open. “What’s the verdict?”

She steps back into the room, test in hand, stopping before me. She holds it up for me to see one single pink line. “False alarm. My eggo is not preggo.” She gives me a little half smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

I can’t help but to wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Beers are on me tonight.”

She burrows her head into my chest. “Make it top shelf whiskey and you got yourself a deal. It’s only fair.”

“How so?”

“It’s your weak pull out game that got us here.” She chuckles out.

I smack her ass for the sassy retort. “I didn't hear you complaining when you were coming all over my dick.”

She looks up at me, eyes full of something I just can’t place, but I really want to figure out. I lean in, running my nose along her cheek when the damn motel door opens.

“Oh. Shit.” Sammy stutters out. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes.” “No.” We say at the same time.

She gives me a look, stepping away from my body and heading over to her duffle. “I hope you're done with whatever errand you were on Sammy cause I need a greasy burger and a thick milkshake stat.”

“Uh, yeah.” He looks over to me and I just shrug my shoulders. If she wants to move on from our little scare, who am I to tell her otherwise. “I saw this diner just down the road, a real greasy spoon.”

“Perfect.” She grabs her leather jacket and heads towards Baby. “Let’s feast boys!”

The unmistakable beat of Blister In the Sun is filling the air from a hidden speaker, presumably by Sy. "Come on sugar. Hit me with that sweet sweet voice." He shouts.

The smile that spreads across your face is full of nothing but mischief. “Looking for a little razzle dazzle Beasty?”

“Gotta get my entertainment somewhere.” He quips back.

You shake your hips to the tell tell beat, sending him a wink as you saunter over to Walter singing along to every word. You grab his hand and pull him into you. Turning so your back is to his front as you shimmy down his frame. Purposefully grinding your hips against his growing bulge.

When he moves a hand to grip your hip, you spin on your heel, backing away, crooking your fingers in a come hither fashion. He follows like the sweet puppy that he is. You place him next to Sy, turning over your shoulder to Sam. “Come join the party Sam. I know for a fact you secretly love this song.”

He shakes his head at you, downs the rest of his drink and gets on his feet. You sing and dance around with your best friend without a care in the world. It doesn't matter that you mourned the loss of him. He’s alive and back in your life again. This time you’re not letting him go. Even if that’s only through text and phone calls as he trips around the country with the man you never fully got over.

It’s no secret that Dean broke your heart. Your men have done a great job of stitching it back together. But you all know that there’s still a piece that remains his. Somehow, Curtis, Walter and Sy do not feel threatened by the hunter being around. Maybe it’s because they already share you with each other and have no visions of letting you go. Or maybe there is something they’re holding back? Only time will tell.

This whole situation is all very overwhelming and you're thankful for this moment to just dance around the fire. Watching Sam make a fool of himself while you pull laughs from them all, is just the medicine your soul has been needing.

Your eyes scan over Dean’s stoic frame before quickly moving on to lock eyes with Curtis. “Enjoying the show Axeman?”

“You know it Dewdrop.” He shouts back. “Steaks up, so why don’t you shake that ass over to the table. It’s time to fill you full of something to soak up all that whiskey you’ve been sippin’.”

You blow a kiss in his direction, before sashaying your way to the porch, Jet and Booga hot on your heels. Dean swears that your eyes caught during the motion. Wishful thinking that maybe it was for him too. You are clearly feeling the effects of the liquor in your system.

You take a seat, dogs surrounding you as you watch all five men set the table. As you lean forward to grab a plate to fill, it is quickly snatched from your hand by Curtis. “Sit.” He growls out. “You’re not moving a muscle unless it’s to place food on your tongue. We have promises to make good on that start well before we head up to bed.”

You squirm in your seat at the authority in his voice. You love when his Dom slips out around others. Makes ya all mushy and submissive. You do as you told without putting up a fight, which results in a raised brow from Walter and a chuckle from Sy. “Curtis I’mma need ya ta use that voice more often. She never sass’s back when you do it. For me she thinks it’s a game.”

“Isn’t it?” You innocently tease. “Victory tastes much sweeter when you work for it. Right Beasty?”

He sets a glass of water before you and grabs hold of your chin. “To the victor go the spoils. And yours are ripe for the picking.” He lays a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back before you can take it further, leaving you chasing him as he backs away to take his seat next to you.

Dean has been sitting, plate full, watching this exchange. He’s bewildered by how seamlessly nonchalant you all are about your relationship and showing affection. He’s not against PDA by any means, but he’s gotta admit that watching you be so open with them definitely stings.

He regrets that he took your open affection for granted. Especially since he only ever really let you do it behind closed doors. If you were at a bar, unless you were hooking up that night, he never let it go past friendly touches. I would give my right arm to take that all back and be touched by her again.

Before he can sour the mood around the table, a phone begins to ring. Everyone checks their pockets, but it’s Walter who holds up his phone. “It’s Clark. Give me a minute.” He gets up and heads into the house to take the call.

“Who’s Clark?” Sam asks.

“His nephew.” Sy replies. “I assume he’s calling him back about him and Mikey doing recon for us tomorrow.”

“They idolize Walter. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” You watch him pace the kitchen from your spot at the table. “Although this call is taking a bit longer than I expected.”

Just as you're about to get up and see what’s going on for yourself, Walter ends the call and is walking back to his seat.

“Verdict?” Curtis asks.

“They’ll do the recon for us.” Walter answers. “They’re having a bit of a time finding the bones for the haunt they’re on though and could use some extra hands to get it over with tonight.”

“Mikey couldn’t flirt his way into the good info I see.” You chuckle to yourself.

“Town historian’s a married straight man. Even his charms couldn’t pull that one off.” Walt explains.

“Well, looks like duty calls then.” Sy imparts. “Not that we need this many hunters, but who wants to help out? I’d really like to get back at a decent time. I have business I need to take care of.” He winks at you.

“I’m sure we can find and burn the remains before it gets too late and still enjoy the rest of our night before recon tomorrow. Might even get some extra hunters on the case. I’m down to go.” You respond.

“Where you go, we go.” Curtis states.

“Count us in too. I’m itchin’ for some action.” Dean throws out.

“Eat up. We head out in forty.” Walt declares.

You pull up outside your standard no tell motel, next to a red and black 1970 Dodge Challenger. “I see Mikey drove this time.” You snicker as you get out of the Durango.

Walt walks up to the room directly in front of the muscle car and bangs on the door until it swings open revealing a tall yet baby faced man. “Geez Uncle Walt. You still knock like the po po.”

He ignores his nephew and walks inside, nodding his head for all of you to follow. As you pass Mike you can’t help but to squeeze his reddened cheeks. “Loving the hair length Mikey. The ladies must be getting a real kick out of it.” You tap his cheek and continue on inside to find Clark’s large frame overtaking a chair, huddled over a table.

He looks up from his computer as you enter. “I see you decided to bring trouble with you.” He quips.

“Aww, Clark you still hung up on my little joke?” You tease.

“Joke?” He huffs. “You pretended to be my ex-girlfriend and exaggerated my prowess in bed to Lois. It took me weeks to work back up the courage to finally ask her out.”

“But you did end up asking her out right?” You retort.

“Yes.”

“And…” You gesture for him to continue.

Mikey wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now they’re a gross ass couple. He’s always on the phone with her. And don’t get me started on when I try to bring someone back for the night.” He rolls his eyes. “One time he was all mopey cus she wasn’t returning his text and my date spent two hours listening to him bitch until she finally called. By the time I went to seal the deal she was too tired. Fucking cockblock.”

“She was too good for your pump and dump ass anyway.” Clark snorts.

“Alright boys that’s enough.” Sy pipes up. “You’re both pretty.”

Clark looks over your shoulder to the two unknown guests in his room. “You brought company.”

“Oh them?” You shrug. “They’re hunting buddies from another life. Clark, Mikey, meet Sam and Dean Winchester.”

“Winchester?” Mike looks between you and them. “Like the Winchesters. Been to hell and back literally Winchesters?”

“That’d be us.” Dean imparts. “It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise.” Clark responds.

“Hear you’re having some trouble with a haunt?” Sam queries. “We’re here to help.”

“Well shit. Sounds good to me.” Mike whoops. “If anyone can get that historian to talk it’s TG.”

“Tell us what ya got.” Curtis requests.

You were able to get the information you needed from Frank the historian. Minimal flirting was necessary actually. You went in, accompanied by Dean, posed as a couple on a honeymoon road trip, looking for fun unusual facts about each town you slept in for the night.

It was interesting how hands on Dean played his part. He made sure to always be touching you in some subtle way until we're out of the building. It had your nerve endings going haywire by the time you got back to your men.

“I know that look.” A smirking Walter pulls you close to his leaning frame by the hips, whispering in your ear. “Need me to take the edge off for you baby?”

You subtly nod your head. “We’ll meet you guys back at the motel. Mikey. Clark. Head back with Dean and Sam.” He reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, tossing them to Curtis. “Axeman you’re driving. Sy get in the back.”

He pulls on the handle behind him, opening the door and ushering you in with a hand on the small of your back. He climbs in after you, closing the door with a thud. “Turn towards me and lean against Sy babygirl. Curtis queue up Tear You Apart. ”

He undoes the top of your jeans, pulling them down to bunch at your ankles, and spreads your thighs as wide as the seat will allow. He runs a thick finger over the sticky patch of arousal seeping through your thong. “Your soaked little one. I’ll have to thank Dean later.”

You whimper as he increases the pressure. Tilting your hips to get him to give you what you need. “Hold her still Sy.” He commands, ghosting his left hand along the hem of wet fabric. “When Curtis hits play, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. You have until the end of the song to come at least once. If you don’t you’ll be shit out of luck until we get home. Understand.”

“Yes, sir. Want your fingers. I’ll be a good girl.” You whine out.

“Curtis.” He gives him a look in the rearview and the song begins. He yanks your thong to the side and sinks his middle and ring fingers to the knuckle with a growl. “So wet and fucking tight.”

He wastes no time setting a quick pace, attacking your sweet spongy spot, rendering you a mess in under a minute. You were already spun tight from all the innocent flirting and touches from your ex that by the halfway point of the almost 4 minute song you were digging your nails into Sy’s bicep as you came apart.

“Good girl.” He praised you. “Give Walt one more babygirl. I know you can do it.”

“Too much.” You whimper. “C-can’t.”

"Oh yes you can.” Walt growls out. Doubling down on his efforts, thumb circling your over sensitive little nub.

The next thing you know, everything goes still. Colors begin to dance in front of your eyes and you feel a distinct wetness coating your thighs.

“Did she just fucking squirt all over the back seat?” Curtis grits out.

“What?” You look up at Sy bewildered. “I can’t do that.”

“You can and you did Sugar.” Sy informs you. “And it was hot as hell. Just look at Walters' face. You he’s drenched baby.”

You look between your legs to find Walt grinning from ear to ear, beard clearly covered in your essence. “Worth the change of clothes.” He kisses your thigh and pulls himself back. “Why don't you cuddle Sy for a bit while I clean up and redress you. We’re almost back at the motel.”

“Kiss first.” You pout. He obliges your request and lets you taste yourself on his lips. He takes off his damp shirt, using it to remove the wetness from your skin, before ripping your thong off your body and tossing it up to Curtis.

"Hips up." He pulls your jeans back in place, zipping and buttoning you back up. Reaching into the back he grabs a shirt from the emergency duffle you keep on hand and quickly shoves it over his head as Curtis pulls in next to the Impala.

You all exit the vehicle, Walter making a show of wiping off his mouth and beard before he places a kiss behind your ear. "Thanks for the snack Sunshine."

Dean stares on, curious as to the reason for the shirt change when he spots Curtis putting something in his pocket and Sy readjusting his belt. Clearly something went down in the 8 minutes it took to get here.

"Y'all get debriefed?" Sy asks Clark.

"We did. Now we just need to formulate a plan."

You all decided that splitting up was best. One group to distract. One to salt and burn. You, Curtis, Dean and Mikey were left to play hide and seek with the scorned female ghost, looking to avenge the life stolen from her by her fiance and best friend. While Clark, Sy, Walter and Sam were off to search the grounds for her makeshift grave marker and finally set her free.

The thought was to lure her out with you and Curtis as bait. So there you were, making out on a dilapidated couch like a pair of horny teenagers when the temperature significantly drops. You can see your breath before as you sit up further on his lap.

You watch Curtis’ eyes track something behind you and still yourself. The next thing you know, you’re sailing through the air and slamming against a wall. You resonate the sound of your head connecting on impact before the world goes black.

Upon hearing Curtis’ bellow of rage Dean runs into the room just in time to see the ghost dematerialize from his strike. He searches the room for your smiling face, only to find you lying prone against the wall, blood oozing from a cut on your head.

He is instantly overwhelmed by the feelings seeing you hurt has pushed further to the surface. He’s thinking crazy things, like what if he still has a chance at a life with you. Could he keep this life on the road and have you as a home to return to? Knowing you were being taken care of and loved when he was away. Sharing you would be better than never having you in his life again. He’s lived that once. He doesn't want to again. But those are questions for another day. Wishful thinking at best.

Right now the most important thing is to set this ghost free and get you the hell out of here. At that thought the specter rematerializes near your body, ready to finish the job. “Hey Bitch!” He shouts, shooting her full of rock salt as Curtis creates a salt barrier around your body.

Mikey rushes into the room, getting cut off by the ghost appearing once more. “Shit!”

Dean pumps the shotgun, readying to take the shot when the apparition lets out a shriek and bursts into flame.

“What the hell happened man?” Mike ponders as Curtis scoops up your limp body into his arms with care.

“The bait was too good.” He grits out. “Ghost tossed her like a rag doll, within moments of appearing. She never stood a chance.”

“Fuuuuuck! My uncle is gonna wring my neck.” He whines.

“I swear to God, Mikey, if she doesn’t wake up, you’re Uncle is the least of your worries. Anything he does to you, will pale in comparison to the depths of darkness I will go to avenge her.” Curtis threatens.

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Girls' Night Toke-up

Summary: You and your girls end up having a little too much fun during girls' night. Featuring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, & Curtis Everett

Warnings: Sexy/Worried Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Difficult Reader, Difficult OFCs, Spanking, Rope Binding, Mentions of Chastity Belts, Discussions of Marijuana/Drug Use, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written on my phone. All mistakes my own. Part of my Trio Series.

“Let me hit that again.” Giggles a sleepy-eyed looking Ruby. “That’s some good shit right there.”

“Told you my guy had the good stuff.” You tell her as you pass her the joint.

“And you weren’t lying.” A blissed-out Story mutters.

The three of you were sitting outside her townhouse in bathrobes and bonnets, enjoying a small, yet slightly illegal treat.

One you knew your men would not approve of. Not Curtis, the Firefighter. Not Ari, the Bounty Hunter. And certainly your District Attorney, Andrew Barber.

The big grumps.

“So how are things with Curtis, Rubels? Still rough?” Story asks as she nudges her shoulder as she tokes up again.

“Eh, we’re fine. It’s fine.” The curly hair beauty mumbles. “Or at least it will be when he stops threatening me with weekly maintenance spankings to encourage good behavior.”

Both you and Story offer a sympathetic wince at her words.

“My behavior is just fucking fine. He’s the beast!”

You nod and pass the joint once more.

“I get it. I threatened to punish my own beast yesterday. Only to end up my nose in the corner for my trouble. Got three good swats in though before Ari caught me though, so worth it!”

You and Story-book share a clumsy hi-five. Just in time for her phone to ring.

“Ahh, look. It’s my big ol’ beast.” Smothering a laugh, she hits “ignore”.

Only for it to ring. Again.

“I got this one for ya, girl.” You tell her as lean down to pick-up the phone. “What, Ari? You’re interrupting our Girls' Night.”

The man sighs into the other end. “Nice talking to you too, now please pass me to my little Sprite.” He growls out.

“Oh, no can do.” You shrug and take another deep drag, which makes you cough. “Sorry. Allergies.” You tell him.

“We’re having too much fun!” Ruby yells out. “We’re about to order some pizzas and cheesy bread anyway!”

“Well, that’s too bad.” He grumbles into the line. “Because Curtis and I are on our way over to snag our ladies.”

Immediately, Story goes to grab the phone.

“No, Ari.” She lets out an exasperated huff. “You can sleep without me tonight.”

“No, I can’t. And even more importantly, I don't want to. You've been away from me all day and I need you in my arms. Now, I’ll see you in twenty. And fair warning, Curtis left the same time I did. So have your shit packed, please.”

“Argh!” She hangs up on her man with an aggravated scream. And then her phone chimes:

Sunshine Bear: Don’t ever hang up on me.

The three of you quickly change your clothes and douse yourselves in perfume. Had to cover-up the tell-tale signs of your good time, ya know?

You also now knew that Andy was en-route as well. Well, fuck. Your three high-handed ogres could show up here all they wanted.

It didn't change the fact that you and your girls were going out for pizza. There was a little shop just down the street that you all positively adored. If your men wanted to interrupt your date then they’d just have to wait. You hop in the car and head over to Antonio’s Pizzeria. As you're driving, Ruby is kind enough to call ahead and place your orders.

And after that, you three do something dangerous. You put your phones on silent. Call it brave. Call it stupid. But you all agreed that your men had to learn.

“Where to fuck are they?” Andy snarls as he knocks and then rings the bell for umpteenth time. And where was Y/N’s car for that matter?

“Are the brats not answering?” He turns around at the sound of his friend’s gruff voice. “Don’t worry man, I’ve got a fucking key.” Ari steps out of his vehicle just as Curtis pulls up as well.

“What’s going on?” The short-haired man growls. “I wanna grab my girl and go home already.”

Ari sighs as he unlocks the door. “Story?” He bellows into the quiet house. “Daddy’s here, baby. It’s time to go!”

No answer.

Confused, but also undeterred, the three exasperated men begin their search. Which quickly turns up nothing.

“What. The. Fuck.” Andy hisses, settling his big hands on his trim waist.

“Hey guys.” Curtis calls from the back patio. “Look at what the fuck I found.” Their firefighter holds up the remnants of what appears to be joint.

Andy scrubs a hand over his beard, while Ari yanks one big paw through his long, tawny locks.

“Maybe it’s…old?” One of them offers.

“No, pretty sure it’s fresh. Smells like a goddamned skunk.” He huffs, his brawny arms crossing over his swelled chest. “This is exactly why my Rubaloo needs weekly maintenance.” He mumbles to himself.

With a grunt, Ari grabs the offending paraphernalia and tosses into a clear ziplock bag.

“If they know what’s good for ‘em they’ll be back real soon.” With that said, they sit down to wait for your return.

Fifteen minutes later…

You, Story, and Ruby tiptoe into the house carrying pizza boxes and munching on cheesy bread.

“Wassup?” You giggle when you notice visitors in the kitchen. “Hungry? Cuz’ if you are, we’re not sure if we got enough for you.” You take another delicious bite.

“Although, I suppose you can each have a piece of the cheesy bread.” Ruby shrugs. “Aww, why the sour faces, fellas? We’ll share, we’ll share.”

You take a quick moment to rub at your glassy eyes.

“C’mere, little girl.” Your man growls at you. “Right now.”

“No thank you, Mr. Andrew Stephen Barber. I’m starving.”

“Yeah. We wanna eat and then nap.” Story stretches her arms over her head, oblivious to the fact that Ari is hold in something in his hand.

Cue more giggles.

Suddenly, Curtis picks up his girl and deposits her on a nearby table. Tightly gripping her chin, he tilts her head back to look into her eyes.

“Rubeena, my darling little wife.” There’s an unmistakable edge to his voice. “Why are these beautiful orbs of yours looking so red and glossy?”

“Al - allergies. Ragweed. Pollen.” His woman mutters. Meanwhile, you and a nervous-looking Story keep nibbling away on your food.

And that’s when Ari holds up the incriminating evidence. “So it doesn’t have anything to do with this?”

“Uh, nope. Must have been those pesky neighbor kids again.” Story mumbles as she reaches into a box for a slice of pizza

“No, the three of you are high as a goddamned kite. And then you drove on top of it.” A very frustrated Andy pinches the bridge of his nose. “And now you’re lying about it.”

“They sure are. And I, for one, don’t play that.” Ari grinds out through clenched teeth. “Upstairs, Story-book, now. And you had better be in position by the time I get up there.”

“And if I don’t want to?” Your brave friend crosses her arms and taps her foot. In fact, she snatches the bag from him, opens it and lights up.

“Girls, you wanna hit?” She asks, fire blazing in her eyes. “How about you, Daddy?”

With your pizza still in your hand, you grab it from her, take a hit, and then pass it to Ruby, who also takes a quick toke. And then you move towards the sink to extinguish it.

“There. Happy now?” You grumble through a mouthful of pizza.

Suddenly it’s as if everything happens in slow motion. Andy whips the belt from around his waist and binds your hands behind you. And then that fucker, Curtis, tosses your boyfriend his own belt so he can bind your ankles with it.

And although you put up a struggle, it’s simply no use. “I’ve got a very special present for you when we get home, young lady.” He whispers in your ear before lewdly licking your cheek. “You’re gonna hate it, but I’m going to love it. It’s a gorgeous chastity belt that I had customized just for you.” His hand roughly palms your ass, making you squirm.

Meanwhile, Story is screaming and screeching behind you. You can’t see much, except for her legs kicking and flailing like a wild animal while Ari methodically tans her ass.

Curtis marches poor Ruby out to the car, cursing and swatting her ass with a thick wooden spoon every step. “Put your hand here again and I’ll tap that too.” He snarls. “Little fucking brats, the whole lot of you!”

END

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The Lake House: A Trio Fic

Summary: After the camping trip disaster, the boys decide to plan a couples getaway at Curtis’ family lake house where shenanigans ensue. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Ari Levinson x WOC!OFC, Curtis Everett x WOC!OFC

Warnings: Bossy Alpha Males, Angry Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Smut, Oral (m/f), Manhandling, Spanking, Cursing, Alcohol Consumption, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Trio Seres. Please enjoy and let me know your feedback. Once again written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

Three big, rough-and-tumble men sat around a table at their favorite bar sipping on whiskey. None of them said a word, each of them deep in thought.

It had been months since they’d taken their girls camping, which had been just shy of a disaster. Their women, whom they loved and adored, had spent the majority of the time bitching and moaning about the heat, the bugs, the lack of available running water...

It was safe to say that they had not become one with the land. A man could only take so much complaining before he began to question his own sanity.

By the end of it all, Andy had considered drowning himself in the river. Curtis had been ready to seek out and fight a bear. And as for Ari, well he had been ready to walk off into the woods and never come back.

But they had somehow resisted the temptation.

Because you see…

Andy, Curtis, and Ari were at a point where they actually wanted to hang out together sometimes…as couples.

And by as couples, they didn’t mean them sitting out back enjoying bourbon and the occasional cigar while the girls curled up in the living room sipping wine.

Living separate lives.

Truth be told, it made it much harder to keep an eye on their sweet brats. They were mischievous little things, those girls. They kept their Daddies on their toes at all times.

“Alright, I think I know where we can go.” Curtis finally speaks up. “We’ll still get to enjoy the benefits of the outdoors, and the girls will get the air conditioning and other amenities they apparently need to survive.”

“I’m all ears.” Andy mumbles as he polishes of his glass. He motions the bartender for another round.

Ari on the other hand just grunts.

“My parents have this beautiful lake house about two hours from here. It’s fantastic - four bedrooms, two and half baths, big bay windows, a full kitchen, a gorgeous view of the lake, a pool, and -“

“Okay, okay, Mr. Better Homes & Gardens, we get it.” Ari lets out a gruff laugh. “Consider me sold.”

Curtis flips him off.

“Yeah, that’s sounds like something my lady would love.” Andy mumbles in agreement as his mind drifts to images of his baby girl walking around in nothing but a teeny tiny bikini. “When do we wanna go?”

“Next weekend is a holiday. So how about we leave Thursday morning and come back Monday evening?” Ari suggests.

“Works for me.”

“Me too.” Andy mutters. He was going to have to take his lady shopping. Let’s see. They were gonna be gone for four days, so if you did the math…carried the two, plus the...oh, and then one had to plan for emergencies, so…

By his calculations, his girl was going to need at least twelve bikinis. Which meant they had some serious shopping to do.

Two Weeks Later…

“Wow!” You mutter as you stroll into the lake house arm in arm with Story. “This is -“

“Gorgeous.” She finishes for you.

And then you hear a gasp. “Hey babe! Hey Story!” Ruby grabs you both and pulls you into a hug. “Holy shit, is the place dope or what?”

“That’s what we were just saying!” Story laughs as she boings one of her dear friend’s glossy curls.

“Why don’t you give us the tour?” You ask, practically bouncing on your toes.

“Girl, my big oaf has never brought me up here.” She frowns with a hand on her hip.

“Curtis has never brought you here before? What a dick move, bro!” Story yells from across the room. Just in time for Ari haul their bags into the impressive entryway.

“Aye! Watch your mouth, Story-book!” He replies with a grunt, prompting her to roll her eyes.

Setting the luggage aside, he strides over to his little love and picks her up by her ass with one large hand. “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’m going to give you a real reason to roll ‘em.” Her giant of a man leans down to peck her lips. “Now, how about you and your pretty friends go explore while the men finish bringing in your mountain of luggage.

Ari sets her down and walks away.

“Don’t worry, girls.” You hook your arm through a slightly trembling Story’s elbow, and then you do the same to Ruby. “One of these days we’re going to hit our growth spurts, and then we’ll be the ones slinging them around like rag dolls. Mark my words!”

And then off you go exploring.

At some point, the three of you end up in what must have been the library. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it had the most adorable little reading nook.

“I call dibs!” You and Story shout at the same time.

“Oh, come on nerds.” Ruby huffs as she pulls your glaring bodies along. “We’re not here to read. Plus we have more to see!”

The pool is gorgeous, and there’s a little bar in the corner that would be perfect for cocktails. There’s a balcony that sports a perfect view of the lake.

You were already dreaming about curling up with your sweet Andy as you watched the sunset.

And the kitchen! Once you all had stumbled upon the kitchen, Ruby had nearly swooned. And truth be told, you weren’t too far behind.

Every appliance was the latest and greatest, and not to mention stainless steel. You were damn near close to having a fucking orgasm over this kitchen.

Story on the other hand had shrugged and said: “looks nice - I think I could work with it.”

By the time you all finish your unguided tour, you find your men lounging in the den, enjoying a Sam Adams.

You plop yourself in Andy’s lap before grabbing his hand to take a pull of his beer. He leans in to inhale your scent before nipping your ear.

“Told you they’d be back.” Curtis chuckled. “Our girls always miss their big, strong, incredibly handsome men too much to stay gone for long.” He flashes an arrogant smirk and then proceeds smother his wife’s neck with kisses.

“Stop it!” She giggles, pushing his head away.

Meanwhile, Ari has pulled Story somehow both into and beneath his big body, effectively holding her hostage.

“I can’t breathe, you beast.” She huffs.

“Aww, baby. So nice to know that after all this time, I can still take your breath away.” He purrs.

Still struggling for breathe to turns her head to you and Ruby. “Yeah. It's called suffocation. Ladies, whatsay we hit the pool?”

“I’m down!” You both shout. You try to scramble off your boyfriend’s lap, but his arm around your waist won’t budge.

“The guys and I were thinking that we could order in some lunch and just chill for a bit.” Andy’s tone implies that his words are a suggestion. But you know it’s not. He’s telling you what you’re going to do.

“Well you guys can chill and order whatever you want while my girls and I go get wet. Maybe it’ll help us work up and appetite.” Ruby purrs, subtly grinding her ass against Curtis’ hard lap.

“Aww, fine.” Ari finally lets his girl up for air. “Let ‘em go take a swim for a minute. Means we get to drink and watch gorgeous girls splash around in the water.”

He lifts Story off the couch and delivers a hard smack to her ass. “Let’s get this vacation started, fellas.”

Andy sighs before pulling you up as well. “Come on my little princess, let Daddy show you to our room.” He presses a hot kiss to your hand and leads you up the stairs.

Your room was gorgeous - a mix of purples, oranges, and pinks. It kind of reminded you of a sunset to be honest.

“Wanna test out the mattress little girl?” He murmurs. His tone soft and silky. Andy’s lips lower to yours, only to be stopped when your hand covers his mouth.

Undeterred, he sucks your ring finger between his lips, softly caressing the digit with his hot, wet tongue.

He finally releases it with a sweet pop. “I want to see you in that black and gold monokini with the matching wedges.” Andy tells you.

“Go get dressed, baby girl. Daddy’ll wait right here for you in case you need help.”

Digging the items out of your bag, you rush to follow instructions. Once you’ve slipped on the suit, you push your curls on top of your head in a pineapple style. And then you lace up your wedges. A couple of poses and a careful swab of lip gloss, you open the door.

“Does your baby look good, Daddy?” You purr as you lean against the doorframe, making sure to arch your hip just right.

The sound of his growl reverberates in chest. “Fuck yeah, my baby does. Let me eat you before we go out there.”

“No!” You squeal as he pulls you towards him.

“Just one taste, sweetheart. Just one little fix.”

He throws you down on the bed, hefts your legs over his shoulders, and pulls the fabric protecting your pussy to the side. And then he buries his face in your soft, sweet wetness.

“I wanna get in the water.” Story whines up at Ari from her place kneeling between his thick, muscled thighs as he sits on an adirondack chair.

“And I want to admire my little sprite.” One roughened hand slowly strokes it’s way down her throat to rest between her ample breasts. Aren’t you glad I made you get this suit, baby? Hm?”

His scruffy chin soon replaces his hand, breathing in her sweet scent. His girl always smelled like peaches and sunshine.

Without so much as glancing around, Ari pulls the right strap of her suit down her shoulder, exposing her plump breast to his heated gaze.

“Mine.” He growls softly before sucking a pouting nipple into his hungry mouth. “Mmm.” He moans, before toying with it. Nipping and biting with his sharp teeth.

Story’s back arches of its own accord. Her light pink manicured nails grasping his head, drawing him closer. “God, Ari!”

He briefly releases her breast, only to dive back in with vigor. Pulling as much of her delicious offering into mouth as he can take.

Ari repositions his girl so that her drenched cunt is resting on his thigh. He pulls back again, breathing hard. “Ride me, my little sprite. Ride your Daddy’s thigh.”

She once again pulls his head back to her aching chest. Her cries getting louder and louder as her messy core bears down hard thigh.

“Ahhh! Ari - Ari! Ahhh!”

“Call me by name, baby.” He snarls. “Say it! Make me fucking happy!”

“Oooh! Da-daa-daddy!” Story whimpers as she cums, her much smaller body collapsing limply against his own.

Chuckling softly, he quickly rights her suit and rubs her back, just in time for Andy and Y/N to join them outside, with the latter rocking a rather blissed-out look of her own.

Ruby and Curtis were the last ones to emerge from the house. His chest is puffed out, and there’s a little pep in his step, and a slightly stupid grin on his usually serious face.

She looks at you both and shrugs as if to say, “yeah, I blew him - so what?”

He doles out beers to his boys and sets out a metal bucket filled with more bottles next to his chair before announcing something about a seafood smorgasbord for dinner.

“Ladies, I’m hot. Come take a dip with me!”

The three of you grab hands, turn around to toss a saucy wink at your boys, and jump in with a scream.

Splash!

“Fuck! Are we some lucky sons of bitches or what?” Andy mutters.

“Cheers to that, brother!”

A Little While Later…

“Come in with us guys!” You yell up at them as you float around the pool on an inflatable raft. “Please, Andy?” You hold out your dripping hand to him, wiggling your fingers as you do.

“No can do, baby girl. Daddy’s too busy enjoying the view.” He tells you with a cigar half hanging out of his plump mouth.

Yes, you wanted him to join you, but you also wanted him to put the damned thing out. He didn’t indulge in that disgusting habit often, but you always refused to kiss him when he did.

And also you blamed Ari for handing them out. So now your men were too busy lounging around, wearing sunglasses, and puffing away.

Eventually, they do put the cigars down. But Curtis notes that they’re not done with them yet. And moments later, you and your girls are treated to the sound of soft snores.

You roll your eyes and motion for the girls to get out of the water and join you on land. The three of you grab your towels and pad into the house.

“Ugh. Remember when they used to be fun?” Story grumbles.

“Whatever.” You shrug.

“Bunch of grumpy old men.” Ruby agrees. Mind you, none of them were over forty, but still.

“I say we shower and watch a movie. I’m dying to try out that indoor theatre downstairs.” Your suggestion is met with unanimous agreement.

“And the boys?” Story murmurs.

“Eh, we slathered ‘em all with sunscreen didn’t we? Let ‘em bake.”

When your men find you later, you’re holed up in the basement eagerly watching the sequel to 365 Days.

Of course they walk in smack dab in the middle of what feels like the twentieth sex scene…

“Dinner’s here.” Ari growls. “If you all can manage to pull yourselves away from…whatever this trash is.”

“Maybe later.” You mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

“Yeah.” Ruby mutters.

“Shhh!” Story hisses. “Can’t you see Laura and Nacho are about to…

“Oh, they are more than about to.” You smother an excited giggle. “We’ll be up later guys. Go ahead and start without -

The screen suddenly goes dark, prompting the three of you to whip your heads around in outrage.

Andy crouches down next to you, grasping your chin in his hand. “As much as I hate repeating myself, I will make an exception for my baby. Dinner is here. Now come up and eat. Or do you need help?”

You jerk your chin out of his grip before standing up and heading to the kitchen, ignoring him as you do.

Story goes to brush past her man, only for him to wrap one brawny arm around her waist. “I ordered your favorite baby.” He sighs when she doesn’t respond. “Oh, now don’t pout. You know what it does to me.” Her beast of a man subtly leans down to lick the curve of her cheek.

“You seriously couldn’t have let us finish our movie, Curtis? Is your ego really that fragile?”

He thinks for a moment, lips pursed, his head slowly shaking from side to side.

“Nah. But you were starting to drool just a little. And I see red anytime my woman drools over a man who isn’t me.” Curtis’ growl is damn near lethal.

He holds out his big hand. “Now, come join your man for dinner.”

Dinner, of course, was delicious. The table was practically overflowing with dishes like clam chowder, creamy lobster bisque, crab legs, lobster, grilled shrimp, fried shrimp, roasted salmon, grilled mahi-mahi…

But the company, well, that was altogether something different.

Things weren’t bad, just a little tense.

“Who paid for dinner?” You ask as you take another bite of your delightfully fresh lobster bisque. “Or, I guess, how much was it?”

“Good question, lady! Who do we three need to Venmo?

“I’m pretty sure I have cash…” Ruby murmurs, looking around for her purse.

Andy’s shoulders tense. Ari frowns. And Curtis growls.

“There’s no need. We’ve got it covered.” Ari snaps, a little more forcefully than he intends.

Story makes a beeline for receipt attached to one of the bags. You watch as her eyes go wide. “Holy shit!” She mouths. “We oh ‘em a good $85 a piece girls.

“Don’t you dare.” Ari growls.

“Oh, be quiet.” You growl right back. “We eat, we pay.”

“You know how I feel about reaching into your wallet when you’re with me, princess.” Andy’s tone is filled with warning.

“Y/N is right. We eat, we pay.” Ruby repeats your words, her voice filled with just as much defiance.

Sometimes even the little things were hard with these cromagnon hunks of yours.

“No, Rubeena. And that’s final.”

With a huff, the three of you go back to eating, choosing to ignore your men. Fucking old fashioned assholes.

“So what do you girls want to do tomorrow?” One of them asks, as Andy sets another lobster tail dripping with melted butter on your plate.

You dive in without so much as a thank you.

“You know,” Story speaks up. “I saw a sailboat out there. I was part of a group in college that used to sail all the time, maybe the three of us can do that for a bit.” She pops another bite of grilled shrimp into her mouth.

“Mm, I like that idea. Out on the open water, the wind in our faces. I vote yes.”

Ari, Curtis, and Andy exchange both concerned and disapproving glances with one another. The idea of their girls out on the water on their own…

Let’s just say Andy wasn’t the only one of them having heart palpitations. Why couldn’t their ladies ever come up with any “safe” activities…like crocheting, or scrapbooking, or origami? Shit!

“Oh, and then after, all six of us could go shopping and cook dinner together! Music, dancing, cocktails, yummy food!” You and Ruby high-five and then go back to eating.

You lean over to steal a bite of your boyfriend’s Mahi-Mahi and some of the accompanying mango salsa.

Good mood seemingly restored, you all go back to enjoying your meal. Everything is quiet for a moment, until Curtis speaks up.

“I love the idea of shopping and cooking together. Love it! We all do, right guys?”

They nod enthusiastically.

“In fact, I’m envisioning helping our gorgeous chefs work while they’re wearing nothing but bikinis and sarongs.” Your man hisses through is teeth, while Ari’s look of approval is very, very evident.

“But no to the sailing. We don’t want you girls out on open water in a boat that we’re not sure you even know how to navigate.”

“Excuse me!?” Story rises in an agitated huff. “I know what I’m doing

“Sprite, sit down and listen please.” Ari warns, as one thick arm goes to rest behind his head.

“No, Ari. I am perfectly capable of safely sailing that boat. And if that’s what we want to do, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Sit down, please. Or do you need to come eat with me?” He quirks one tawny brow at her as he pats his lap.

“Argh!” She sits back down in a huff and pushes her plate away.

Silence once again fills the room.

“Alright ladies. Let’s compromise here.” Andy interjects, trying to be the voice of reason. “The boys and I will go golfing tomorrow morning, while you ladies take it easy here. Grab your kindles, lay out and enjoy the sun. Maybe send us a couple pictures of you in your bikinis if you think about it.” He winks then.

“And then when we come back, we’ll go out to lunch. Have some cocktails. And then go shopping. Sound good?

“It’s fine.”

“Whatever.”

“I really don’t give a shit.”

You and Ruby push your plates away and rise from the table. “Thanks for dinner guys. Hope you don’t mind cleaning up while we girls go watch the sunset.”

It really was beautiful, watching the sun fade away, only to be replaced by the moon. Such a serene, cosmic shift.

“I love him you know.” You turn to look it Story. “My beast is sweet and wonderful. He dotes on me all the time…but he’s just so goddamned over protective.”

“Like, I can be somewhere doing whatever I want and he just picks me up and moves me like it’s nothing. He actually gets mad when I climb the countertops instead of calling for him first.” A smile smile graces her lips.

You nod. “But that’s how some Daddies are, I guess. I mean, I’m not an expert by any means. I wasn’t even looking for - for this. Andy is my everything, but sometimes I feel smothered by the big oaf. If I say “no” to something, I somehow end up hoisted over his shoulder doing it anyway.

Ruby is quiet for a moment. “Curtis is just so dominant. At first it was just in the bedroom, and now it’s become a part of our every day lives. Sometimes it turns me on, and other times it makes me want to punch him in the windpipe…” She trails off.

“…So you brat.” You finish for her. “You act up. Act out.”

“To show them that they don’t have all of the control.” Story mumbles.

“We all do it. Because it’s necessary. Plus, we deserve to have fun too. So the bastards said no sailing? Okay, fine. But ladies…” You motion for them to come close.

“They didn’t say anything about the jet skis.”

You all return to watch what was left of the sunset, three evil smiles gracing your lips.

The next morning you make sure to be as loving and affectionate with your man as possible. You ride his hard, fat cock as if your life depends on it.

“Come on baby, give it to me!” You hiss when his fingers dig into your hips.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” You lean down so can accept a needy tit into his waiting mouth.

“Fill me up!” You beg. “Ungh ungh ungh! Wanna feel you dripping out of me all day, reminding me that I’m yours!

That’s all it takes for your man to explode inside you, forcing you to follow suit. Your greedy walls gripping him over and over, milking him for every drop of his hot, wet seed.

When you’re through, you roll over on your back and pat his chest.

“Have a good game, sweetheart.”

The men are off and out around 8:30am after a light breakfast of bagels and fruit. You and the girls clean up and then prepare to go shower and change.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Ruby.” You narrow your eyes at her.

“Let’s just say that my husband has a wicked tongue and decided to use it on me last night. Three goddamned times.” She blushes.

“So that was you we heard last night? Woah.” Story giggles.

“Shut up! Miss “oh that’s right you big beast! Oh eat me up!”

Story pinches her lips and goes back to putting leftover fruit in the fridge. You, on the other hand, try to hold back a snicker and fail, prompting both women to turn on you.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” Ruby mimics.

“Fill me up!” Your friend, Story, mocks.

Now you’re the one blushing. “Okay, fine. Now that we’ve established this place has thin walls, can we get changed and play with the jet skis already?"

Once you’re outside, you check your water proof watches. You had a couple hours of fun ahead of you until the boys returned. As long as you timed things right, none of them would ever know about your shenanigans. Story, your master of all things aquatic, makes a point of checking out each machine.

“We’re all good. Everyone got their life jackets buckled? Good. Now let’s get these babies into the water. Uh, you’ve both ridden before right?”

You nod. It had been a while, but whatever.

“Once.” Ruby responds.

“Okay, well just stay close to me.”

You three push the skis until you’re knee deep in the water before climbing on. Story does a quick demo, showing you how to start the machine, gun the engine, take off, brake, and stop.

After that, you were off!

You took your time at first, but you grew more comfortable with each passing moment, as did Ruby.

“Woooo!” You cry out as you do a figure eight with Story. You increase your speed, loving the feel of spray as it hits your warm skin.

You and your girls, who were quickly becoming your best friends, we’re having the time of your lives!

Ruby reaches out to hi-five you as you pass each other again.

You all take turns racing each other, doing crazy spins. At one point or another, each one of you manages to fall off of your ride. And all you do is laugh and help each other back up.

See, this is kind of shit you’d love to do with your men if they weren’t so curmudgeonly. Handsome grumpy gooses.

When the boys finally arrive home, they’re excited to see you girls, albeit a little bummed that none of them had received any bikini pics. Leaving their golf bags in the garage, they enter the house and begin searching for their respective ladies.

Surprised to find that the house is quiet, they stroll outside, expecting to find you lounging by the pool. But they’re not there.

“Maybe their downstairs watching that 365 porno bullshit.” Andy shrugs.

“Or they could be in the library.” Curtis rubs his grizzled chin.

Ari takes a series of steps forward, his gaze trained on the scene before him.

“What is it, man?”

“They’re not watching a movie, in fact they’re not in the house at all.” He turns to face the other men. “Our little brats are out on the goddamned lake.”

You, Ruby, and Story meet in the middle of the lake and pause your engines.

“This was the best fucking idea ever!” Ruby exclaims. “Fuck our men. If they don’t wanna have fun then we’ll do it without them!"

“Hell yeah!” Story cheers.

You were just about to join the celebration when you hear the sound of faint yelling. Immediately the three of you begin looking around, trying to find the source.

And that’s when you make out the forms of three men, yelling and waving their arms.

Your men.

“Well, ladies. It was fun while it lasted.” You murmur, suddenly feeling sad.

“Yeah.”

“Yes, it was. How about one more lap?” Her eyes glinting mischievously.

“I mean, why not? We’re already in trouble.”

So, off you go. One last lap. Making sure to wave at your irate men as you do.

“Turn around and get your ass back here, Ruby!”

“Story! I swear Daddy is gonna bruise that butt!

“Y/N - I’m gonna set that bottom on fire, I swear it!

You three laugh harder. When it’s finally over, you walk the jet skis back towards land. They are immediately wrenched out of your hands so your men can put them up. Leaving you all with time to run up to the house.

Towels wrapped around yourselves, you wander into the kitchen and each grab a bottle of water.

Curtis, Ari, and Andy burst into the house a few minutes later. Their chests heaving, faces red.

They are livid.

“Hi big guys, how was your game? Did you get a hole-in-one?” You take a sip of your water.

Ari lets out a deep growl. “I thought we said no going near the lake.”

“No.” Ruby points out. “You said we couldn’t use the sail boat. You said nothing about the jet skis.” She and the rest of you can’t help but puff at your chests out a little.

“Ruby?” Story asks. “Why is your husband’s face turning so many pretty colors? And also...Andy doesn’t look like he’s breathing.”

Sure enough, he did not.

“Baby, you okay?”

You pale as you watch his hands go to his belt buckle.

“Okay, uh uh. Ruby is right here. You said nothing about the jet skis, so technically we are in the clear."

“Yeah? Let’s see if all your “technicalities” manage to save your sweet little ass."

“Ari, you know we’re right. You told me that I wasn’t allowed to sail. And I didn’t. So how about you guys pull your heads out of your asses and acknowledge the fact that we followed your directions, just maybe not the way you envisioned it.”

The man in question strides forward, throws her over his shoulder and takes her outside. “I’ll teach you to twist my words, fucking brat.” After slamming the door behind him, it’s not long before you hear the sound of pained wails and cries.

Andy takes that moment to bend you over the counter, his belt doubled in his hand.

And then you watch as Curtis carts a furiously flailing Ruby into another room. “Let me go, you ass!” She keeps struggling. “Daddy promises he’s gonna get your little rebellious streak under control, damn it.”

“Baby…” You breathe out.

“Honey, your Daddy is going to teach you all about how he feels about technicalities. And I’m going to use my belt to make you listen.”

Andy delivers a hard swat right at the spot where your ass and thighs meet, making you squeal.

Slap!

“You knew you weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the lake without me.”

“Ack! Oww!

Slap!

“Ahh! Oww oww!”

“You know better than to argue with Daddy when it comes to your safety.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Aaahaaahaa! Ahhhh! Daddy! Please no.”

“Slap!”

“Gotta get you and your brat to open up your listening ears.” He growls.

Slap!

END

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