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babyjakes · 6 months

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lock them out and throw a feast.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | food play

pairing | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader

warnings | soft!dark!curtis. non-con. crying. restraints. use of gag. fingering. minimal dialogue (curtis is a quiet guy.) oral (f receiving) with plenty of clit focus. messy food play (a whole bakery's worth of sweets.) forced orgasm. squirting. implied multiple (forced) orgasms. written in 3rd person for some reason. showered!curtis :D

word count | 1,698

an | my snowpiercer knowledge is soooooo rusty i haven't watched the movie in years. this is kind of written in a universe where curtis and his rebellion were able to take over the engine. he picks out a pretty little front-ender as his reward and throws himself a feast... anyway, please ignore any details that might not align with the movie plot. this fic is dedicated to my sweet precious wonderful somny @onsunnyside, she isn't active much these days but of course i wanted to write her a kinkmas piece still, she is so special to me. and i know she loves curtis, so this felt like the perfect opportunity. love you, sonson<33 hope you're well and having happy holidays!

Everything was just the way he ordered it. An empty car all to himself, with both exits locked, dark curtains drawn. Lights dimmed, just bright enough to see through the stilled air. One shining down stronger than the rest in the center of the room, illuminating his long-awaited bounty. His final reward. His feast, fit for a king.

The moment he had laid eyes on her, cowering and weeping as her family's luxury quarters were broken into, he knew she was his endgame. He promised himself he'd have his way with her once he made it to the engine and overthrew the elite. Now that the hard work was done, it was time for him to revel in his victories. And there was no better way to do that, he had decided, than to feed the hunger that had been eating away at him for as long as he could remember.

He stood back in the shadows for the longest time, just taking in the glorious scene before him. Sucking in a strained breath, he pressed a tentative hand over the bulge in his pants. They were new; everything on him was. As his trusted second-in-commands were preparing his private car, Curtis had disappeared to care for himself and his body for the first time in seventeen years. He had a long, tedious shower, taking his time to remove nearly two decades of filth from his tattered body. Once he was clean, he had first choice from an entire car full of clothing- everything brand new. He remained modest with his choices. All the glitz and glam of the elite had no appeal to him.

Taking a step forward, he let his dark brown overcoat fall to the floor, leaving him in the simple gray t-shirt and utility trousers he had claimed earlier. Biting his lip, he pried his hand from his raging hard-on. He would relieve himself, in time. For now, he wanted to savor every moment he spent building up to that release.

Her quiet whimpers were the loudest thing in the room, accompanied by the low rumbling of the train's machinery in the background. Her crystalline tears only made her more beautiful, Curtis thought to himself. There was something so exquisite about her agonized expression; it didn't matter how wrong or cruel this was. He had given it all, risked his life for that damn train. This was his; he had earned it. He would allow himself that.

His men had done a fine job with the setup. She was as captivating as he had dreamt for all those years- no, she was better. Her body sprawled out elegantly over the smooth oak finish of the table below her, tied to the corners by her wrists and ankles, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be feasted on, a meal to be devoured. And Curtis hadn't had a proper meal in years. The rest of the table's surface was covered in all the sweets and confectionaries his subordinates could find. Ripe fruits, delicate cakes and pastries, bowls of thick chocolates and creams- and to top it all off, his main course had been decorated lavishly to the likings of the delicacies surrounding her. Her most sensitive places had been drizzled and dipped, sprinkled and powdered, making her the most divine-looking creature the man had ever seen.

He took another step forward, surveying her as a vulture would its prey. Her dewy eyes peered up fearfully at him as he slowly approached the side of the table. Voice slightly hoarse from all her crying and struggling, she whined weakly through the thick cloth gag secured snugly between her chocolate-smeared lips.

"Shhhh," Curtis breathed out, the steadiness of his voice and posture such a stark contrast to the girl who lay weeping and bound before him. As he turned to make his way to the end of the table, her bare feet thrashed and kicked uselessly in protest. He simply shook his head at her pitiful displays of defiance. "No use fighting it, sweetheart," he hummed, his voice almost consoling in tone. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I get a good taste of what's mine."

With heedless, eager motions, the man cleared the portion of the table that sat between the girl's trembling legs. As mouth-watering as everything he was pushing aside appeared, his only focus was closing the space between him and the one thing he was truly starving for. Lowering his front down onto the now empty surface, Curtis' greedy eyes trailed up his victim's messy legs, finding the sacred point at which they joined. He drooled at the sight of her perfect cunt as it sat before him on display, dribbles of cream and what appeared to be nervous arousal collecting beneath her rounded ass.

"Mine," he repeated, this time nearing a growl. His rugged hands came up to squeeze at her soft, heavenly thighs, earning tiny squeaks of fear from the poor girl as she shook her head pleadingly- but it was no use. He had her before him now; nothing would come between him and his feast. "This body belongs to me now, angel. Do you understand?" He brought a hand up to push back her mound, exposing her swollen clit and leaky hole to his prying eyes. The confidence he was speaking with was impressive, given the fact that he'd never spoken to a woman like this in his life. But after all he'd lived through, he felt entitled to that sense of authority. He held her life in his hands, quite literally. And he sure as hell was ready to make the most of it.

"This pretty cunt-" he dared to take his words further, his other hand dragging a finger up through the streams of sugary icing coating her thighs to begin prodding at her tiny hole. "-is mine. All mine," he hummed, perfectly happy to be stating these truths to only himself, if his new possession was so insistent on denying them with her angry sobs and harsh glares. She would come around in time; he knew she would. She wouldn't have any choice in the matter.

His finger nudged and teased at the opening a bit more before gently dipping inside, the man's patience wearing thin. At the feeling of her tight, slippery walls doing everything in their power to fight off his intrusion, Curtis wasn't ashamed of the way his cock only grew harder from her unwillingness. He savored the distressed grunts and groans she let out as he forced his digit in up to a first knuckle, then a second. Turning his hand in a fluid motion, he began fucking his finger up into her, groaning lowly at the sight of her quickly growing increasingly responsive to his efforts.

Free-hand momentarily moving back to grab harshly at her hipbone, Curtis licked his lips as his gaze settled in on the tiny nub sitting at the top of the girl's messy slit. Bringing his thumb and pointer finger back down, he forcefully spread her upper lips apart, exposing her poor little button to the cool air of the room. Her legs kicked and struggled as he drew his face in closer, letting out a low groan as the bundle of nerves was finally taken between his parched lips.

The girl let out a howl through her gag, choking on her cries and spit as Curtis worked her aching clit. Closing his eyes, the man savored the feeling of the tiny bump twitching and trembling against his steady suckling. Letting go of any last hesitations, he submitted to eating her fresh cunt like a beast that'd been starved. He paid no mind to being gentle or polite as he latched onto her helpless core, delivering punishing waves of pain and pleasure well outside the realms of her wildest nightmares.

When his lips grew sore from sucking, he switched to dragging his tongue over the pulsating nub, starting with slow, teasing licks before switching to fast, merciless swipes in the blink of an eye. The alternating paces reduced his victim to softer sobs and hiccups, her hips bucking up wildly as her body struggled to tolerate the intense stimulation. And as soon as he'd had enough of the tongue work, he was back to nursing at the poor button, now so puffy and swollen from receiving his undivided attention.

As the girl's thighs shook, Curtis could see something shifting within her. The noises she let out were becoming more desperate, more panicked, with an expression of impending doom appearing on her tear-stained face. At the realization that she was being brought to orgasm against her will, the unrelenting hunger in Curtis' gut only rose. "That's it," he grumbled lowly, her sweet, sticky juices coating his reddened lips. "You're gonna come for me now, babydoll. Come on, give it to me," his face was hardening with determination, his finger thrusting more forcefully up into her fluttering walls as she hurled towards her climax at full speed.

The cry she let out as she finally came was the closest thing Curtis had ever heard to an angel on earth. As the incredible pressure in her tummy finally shattered, her poor clit spasmed helplessly in the man's awaiting mouth. A flood of sweetness sprayed against his scruffy facial hair as she squirted, the sight of her body coming helplessly against his efforts nearly too much for Curtis to bear. Groaning loudly, he coaxed her through the spectacular high. Only when her sobbing turned to weak sniffles did he finally pull away, his darkened eyes trailing up to find her tender face.

As he went to remove his digit from her soaking heat, he could've sworn she almost seemed to cling to him, in a way. He brought the creamy finger up to slip into his eager mouth, the sugary taste of her climax making his head pound with want.

His next words sent her into a fresh fit of tears. "One more," he decided, lowering his head back down to her sticky cunt. One more, he told himself, before he'd finally seek some relief of his own.

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shotgunbunny · 2 years

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I'll be bound to you in leather and chains

WC: 4k+. GIF by evansgarfield

[dark!cop!Curtis x reader]

[warnings!!! Murder/ forced breeding/smut/reader cheating on oc/very dark Curtis/ so much murder/ smut/manipulation]

When you were younger you had a guardian angel that took the form of a boy that everyone assumed had aggression issues. Yet to you, he was perfect. He defended your name on the playground like it was his own, and he continued this up until highschool.

Curtis Everett. The man everyone feared, yet you knew him. He was the sweetest and most softest man you've ever had the honour of knowing. You two met when you were very young through you're mum's. They put you on a play date and since then you were inseparable.

It was rumoured all throughout highschool that Curtis was not only obsessed with you, but also inlove too. Yet you swept every comment off and continued down the corridors to see Curtis playing basketball.

You always assumed he would go to the big leagues due to how good he was. It also helped that he was a growing boy that already dominated others with his height of 6 foot and he was still growing.

You remember how there was once a bully named Mason. He constantly used to make fun of your growing body making you insecure all throughout highschool. One day you went to Curtis crying over the insults Mason had thrown at you that day. He comforted you, telling you how perfect you were and how your body shouldn't be anyone's problem except your own.

"Angel, you know that you're utterly perfect. You can do no wrong. His vile words won't ever be spoken at you again. Listen angel, there's nothing wrong with you. When you walk into a room the whole place lights up. You're my walking sunshine and you have been sculpted by the gods, understood?"

With a sniffle and a kiss on Curtis's cheek you replied gently, feeling safe in his arms, "Understood."

The next day Mason turned up dead by the river. His tongue ripped from his throat, and his body covered in stab marks. You had thoughts about it being Curtis but he has a solid alibi as he was in the next town over at his dads. And with him being proved innocent you gave him your infinite trust again.

There were so many memories of Curtis taking care of you in highschool. You cherished each and every one of them. Your favourite was one day after-school on a snowy day, you had to walk home alone because Curtis hadn't shown up. But then a sound of a motorbike engine floated into your ears until it roared right next to you. You turned and saw Curtis get off his bike and take off his helmet with a big smile on his face.

He had passed his test an could drive you everywhere. You couldn't help but run up to him and envelope him into a huge hug. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close laughing.

That day you rode around with him on his bike everywhere. It was truly magical having the winter air run through your hair as your drove past your peers.

But ofcourse that had to end, when you hit the age of 19 you decided you had seen everything this town had to offer and needed to move to the big city. So you did. When the news reached Curtis he ran to your house frantically knocking before pushing the door open scaring your mother and storming upstairs.

When he entered your room he saw the boxes packed and his heart broke. You were leaving him. And he couldn't stop you. So he held you in his arms whispering sweet words to you. Crying softly, as you went through your boxes, he went over as many memories as he could all while swiping a pair of your panties.

When your taxi came, Curtis helped you pack your boxes. And with one final kiss on his cheek you were gone. Curtis took a breathe feeling emptiness settle in his heart. He would wait for you. And when he had you, he'd never let you go.

You awoke in your apartment with a yawn. Today you had a long drive and you knew tomorrow would be even more exhausting. The news of Gilliam passing reached you in the form of a funeral invitation. Gilliam was always close to you and Curtis. He was Curtis's Godfather after all.

You hadn't gone home to your town in 5 years. You haven't spoken with any of them especially Curtis and you were anxious to see him. You'd have never have told him but you used to have a huge crush on him. You knew it was time to bite the bullet and reunite with them all.

You sighed a packed a bag. You were going to be gone for 3 to 4 days depending on how it went. You packed your black dress that was modest enough as well as your black heels for the funeral. You did want to look nice even if it was a sad occasion. You also pack your red dress and your white dress all completed with a long black jacket.

Today you were driving to a BnB that was located directly in town. You were only unpacking there for a day or two so you didn't need to dress nice for the drive there. After sending a text to your boss and everyone else you got ready and packed your small white mini car with you bag and set off on your journey.

You were thankful you set off at 10 am when it was still light outside as winter was here and the streets were lined with snow and ice. You would hate to have to drive at night in the snowy weather.

After a 5 hour drive you were finally back in your old town and the distant memory of you on the back of Curtis's motorbike floated into you brain causing a soft smile to raise your cheeks.

You parked and pulled your bag out before locking your car. As you were heading to the entrance you heard a siren right next to you causing you to jump. You turned to look at the cop car right next to you. You heard a car down open and a familiar face appear.

Curtis was adorned in a dark uniform and a beanie on his head keeping his head warm. A smile also adored his cheeks, he looked truly happy to see you. You can't help but feel giddy at seeing him. He somehow got more handsome. The dominance seeping off his masculine frame.

His jaw was sharp and scruffy and his eyes were fierce. He was now incredibly tall standing at 6'7 absolutely drowning your small figure. Yet despite how intimidating he seemed, you couldn't help but run into his arms. He immediately lifted you higher, his strong arms wrapping around your waist filling the air with happy laughter.

"My little angel! I'm so glad you're back home!" And he truly meant that. He missed you so much, he became a man of the law for you. He cleaned the streets of your home patiently waiting for your return, and here you were. Safe in his arms.

"You've grown even taller! I've missed you too!" You snuggled into his neck, soaking in this moment and trying to remind yourself that it's real.

He dropped you down and smiled, giving you one last squeeze before soaking you in. You were dresses in leggings and a long blouse but it looked amazing on you. God for a moment he could imagine you in his house wearing that outfit because it was your comfy clothes, all adorned with a ring on your finger ofcourse.

"Wow! A cop. I never would have thought of you pursuing that role."

"Haha it's a small world angel. I wanted to make this town better."

"You're doing a great job I can tell. I'm so sorry about what happened to Gilliam."

"It's life angel. Don't worry too hard okay? It was tough when I heard the news but you know he would have hated anyone shedding tears over him."

It was tougher for Curtis to try and find a way for Gilliam's death seem like natural causes rather than murder, yet he wouldn't tell you that.

"I would love to stay and chat but I have to unpack and sleep. I promise to see you tomorrow honeybear!"

And with that you were gone, leaving an emptiness to settle inside Curtis's bones again and a longing to sit in his heart, filling it until it overwhelmed him with the urge to take you as his. But he would wait. He made this plan and he was sticking to it, so for now he would brush his urges away and fantasize instead.

Today was the day. Gilliam was going to be put to rest and your heart hurt at the very idea. You remember the first time you met him, you were hidden behind Curtis almost as if you were his shadow due to the fact you were so nervous to meet him. You knew Curtis's mum since you were little but his godfather was a whole other thing. There were stories that Gilliam was a man who planned out bad things, yet you never believed it because he practically raised Curtis, and he never did anything wrong.

If only you knew that Gilliam was training Curtis on how to be the perfect killer. To plan each slaughter and get away with it and most importantly, the plan to win your love which sadly failed and resulted in dire consequences. Curtis was smart after years of training and knew that this death would draw you here for at least a couple of days and that's all he needed.

You brushed your hair and looked in the mirror, you knew you were going to cry but you thought why the hell not and applied some makeup. If you were going to cry, you were going to make it dramatic. With your dress and shoes on you looked in the BnB's mirror and observed yourself. You looked beautiful yet not enough to steal the attention away from the saddening event.

You packed your tissues and checked your phone. It began in 10 minutes, and so with a heavy heart you began a steady stroll to the church. You failed to hear the crunching of snow until you heard a familiar cough and turned to see Curtis walking beside you. His uniform was on but he carried his police hat, his head still wearing the beanie you remember from yesterday. With a soft smile, you walked side by side with him until you reached the church.

The service was absolutely heart wrenching and you knew the second it was over, you'd wrap your arms around Curtis as he was crying to hard that it hurt your soul. When it was finished and everyone stood up to remember the man, you subtly moved you hand to squeeze Curtis's trying to offer any form of comfort you could.

Afterwards everyone tried to leave the church hurriedly, trying to escape the gloom of the dead. Yet you ran straight to his arms like you promised and he immediately snuggled his head into the crook of your neck before letting out a crying. You soon joining him until soft words were spoken between the two of you.

"I'm sorry, I'm usually a stronger man, angel." He whispered so gently into your ear,

"Don't apologise Curtis everyone needs someone." You replied in kind trying to soothe your sobs.

"I don't have anyone angel, when you left I had Gilliam but now he's gone and I have no one." You felt your heart break at his words. You kissed him in sympathy yet, you felt the tingle. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you needed to take your mind off this sadness that shrouded the work. You needed comfort and so did Curtis, as you were looking deep into each others eyes, you reached an agreement of seeking comfort in each others bodies to forget the pain temporarily.

Everything was hurried, from the walk back to the BnB you were staying to getting each others clothes off. God you were desperate for him. To feel him inside you like you once did years ago. With the brief thought lingering in your mind, you stared up at him before crashing your lips together again.

His hands were gripping your hips giving you the delightful feeling of his dominance. All the while his lips were glued to yours and his tongue was swiping across your bottom lip and intertwining your tongues together. You could feel his hands meet at your back and undo your bra. You shivered at the feeling of his big fingers brushing your bra straps down.

When your bra fell off the air wrapped around you making your nipples harden and Curtis groan. He couldn't wait that long, his patience was running thin so he tossed you onto the bed, knocking the air from your lungs. He was so strong. You always knew he was strong but this, this was different. He was almost animalistic when using his strength.

This was further emphasized when he tore your panties off leaving you bare before him. He quickly yanked his boxers off and settled his head between your thighs, giving you flashbacks to the first time he ate you out, god you were both so nervous but it was still so good.

But now it was different, he was so much more experienced. He breathed on your wetness making you even more desperate for him. He gave one long lick before he suckled on your clit and shoved two fingers in you. God he was so good at it, so good you could already feel the knot in your stomach becoming undone.

His tongue gave one last lick before you came all over his fingers with a cry. God you were in heaven, but as you were coming down you felt the bed shift and Curtis settle on top of you. You could feel the tip of his cock rub up and down your fold. You bucked your hips up to him desperate for him to fill you again.

"Calm down angel, I knew you were gonna be eager for daddy hmm?" With that he slapped the tip against you skit making you cry out.

"Please-please Curtis!" With that he pressed his lips to yours as he pushed in.

You felt tears gather in your eyes from how big he was. God he was being so sweet about it. You could feel yourself falling into this moment. With a pop he was fully in you, with a groan he pulled back until only the tip rested in you and then pushed back, slow but firm. He placed his forehead against yours and thrusted.

"God this pussy has missed daddy huh?" You couldn't even reply, each thrust he did rubbed against the spot that made your eyes roll and your toes curl. His dirty words helped fill up the emptiness in your head.

"Fucking missed this pussy, gonna fill your tight cunt full of my cum angel. Yeah?" You nodded not listening to him, just loosing yourself to his cock and how good it felt.

"Yeah, good girl. Gonna make you mine. Gonna get you fuckin' pregnant and then you'll be mine. Fuck you're gonna be my wife, gonna be mine. Stupid fuckin whore in you thought you could leave me. But now you're back being a dumb little slut for my cock, just like you should be."

He slapped your clit making you buck up from the surprise. You were close and Curtis could sense it. He rubbed your clit reducing you to mindless babbles, he spat on your cheek and groaned before licking your cheek.

"Fucking look at you. Taking my cock like a good little slut. Fucking marked with my spit, gonna be marked with my cum. Fuck so fucking perfect. Who would've known that my sweet angel would be a dirty little whore who opens her legs a fuckin' cop like me."

With that you came all over his cock, coating it with a white ring and letting out a load squeal. The tightening of your pussy made Curtis groan and with a few stuttering thrusts he coated the inside of your cunt with his cum. He was in heaven he finally had you. You were going to stay home with him. You just had to after tonight.

With a groan he saw you had gone to sleep and cleaned you up. He smiled softly looking at you. He climbed into bed and pulled you into him. This is was the beginning of forever. And he couldn't wait to put a ring on your finger and make you his cute little wife.

Oh god, what was wrong with you! You were so overwhelmed with seeing your first love again that you forgot all about your boyfriend Max. God he was never going to forgive you. And now you had to tell Curtis. You felt so unclean.

You were nothing but a whore and you knew that Max was going to see you that way too. You heart broke. You started dating Max a year ago after he helped you when all your shopping bags broke. God he was such a dream when you saw him. A true knight in armour for you. You were so embarrassed when you cried because of how frustrated you were but he reassured you it was okay.

At that memory, guilt swayed in your stomach and tears gathered in your eyes. An arm snapped you out of shedding your tears when it pulled you back into a strong body. You let out a sob and pulled yourself out of Curtis's arms. You grabbed your clothes and fled to the bathroom crying leaving Curtis confused.

He got dressed and then knocked on the bathroom door, his heart breaking listening to your cries.

"Angel? Is everything okay?" He asked gently.

"No! No it's not! Last night was a mistake! It shouldn't have happened! I have a boyfriend I love and cherish and I cheated on him!" You sobbed as you explained yourself.

Curtis felt his heart break at you calling last night a mistake but even more so at hearing you moved on from him. He felt his blood boil and his mind settle on the only possible thing he could do to have you as his. Murder.

"I'm sorry angel, I wish there was a way you didn't see it as a mistake but I'll go angel. I love you truly and I respect your wishes."

With one final sigh he left you to cry in the bathroom. While you were so wrapped up grieving over the end of your relationship and the mistake you made. Curtis went to the city and hunted down Max. He was smart about it. He made sure there were no ties connected to him yet, they would pull him in to protect you incase there was a threat against your life. He had a plan ready. You were to be his whether you liked it or not.

After a few hours you packed your bags and prepared to head back home to tell Max, but instead an even louder sob left your throat. Dozens of texts from colleagues and friends telling you how sorry they were for your loss, and ofcourse the main news of finding Max dead.

You had lost him forever and nothing could make you feel better in this moment except drowning the pain out. So you went for a drink.

When you got home, you went for another drink until you passed out. You were awoken to a knock at the door bright and early. With a groan you pulled your aching body off the couch and dragged yourself to the front door to answer it.

When you opened it, your heart shot into your throat. Curtis was dressed in his uniform wearing a stern expression. You looked at him shocked. Why would he be here? You thoughts were quickly answered by Curtis speaking in a powerful voice.

"Hey angel. I promise I'm not here for anything personal. I've been put on the case of your boyfriend. Even I find it strange but I've been assigned to keep a watchful eye on you."

"So like a bodyguard?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "yeah like a bodyguard."

With a sigh you fully opened the door and let him in. This was gonna be a long few months, you could feel it.

It was only 4 months in and you were struggling. You knew Curtis had killed him. You just couldn't prove it. And due to how stressed you were, you were throwing up every morning.

At least you thought that until a month ago. When you decided to go to the doctor your world stopped. You were pregnant and the only person it could be was Curtis.

You had to put your cards on the table about him being a murderer. You were going to get justice for Max. And then you could live happily with your child.

It was going to be tonight. You had the evidence and it stemmed from when you were younger. All the bullies that disappeared when you told him what they'd done. The men that hit on, all ending up drowning in the lake. And finally the incident. After the affair, there were people that reported Curtis leaving in a rage.

And then he disappeared out of the city, and then Max turned up dead. The story was their but the evidence was lacking severely. It was time to expose him, to find out his motive. You were prepared, you had the recorder strapped to your thigh.

When the door opened you were ready. He was home. He closed the door. Curtis could feel the tension, he knew that you knew. You weren't the smartest but you certainly weren't dumb. He was surprised it took you this long to find out it was him. With a sigh he sat down in front of you.

"Go on angel, speak. Tell me what you know."

"I know you did it you bastard. You killed Max didn't you?!"

"Ah, ah, ahh. Come here now." He waggled his finger at you and you timidly walked to him, letting out a squeal when he tore the recorder off your thigh and crushed it with his bare hands.

You plan was ruined, he knew. He was ahead of everything and you didn't know what to do. You felt tears stream down your face before a hand swiped them away.

"I had to kill them all angel. They weren't worthy of you. Only I am." He whispered it to you so lovingly. You pushed him away.

"No Curtis. You're insane. You killed them all, and I'll tell everyone."

"Oh really is that right." He laughed in your face, he place his hand under your chin and titled your head up.

"You know how easy I could make it seem like you did it. You have a motive, you cheated on your boyfriend and had to tell him. But you couldn't because it would mean everyone knowing your dirty secret. So you killed him."

Your eyes widened. "However angel, if you chose to love me. I can easily rule it as suicide. I just have to slip a note in his apartment and everything is fine."

You felt sick. He said it all so casually. In fact you were about to throw up. You ran to the sink and threw up. In the background you heard Curtis laughing almost as if he was smug at how you reacted to his grizzly truth.

You were tired of the control he had, and decided to take control instead. You needed this moment so you could think of a way to escape him.

"Do you find me throwing up funny?"

"I do angel, I thought you had a stronger stomach."

"I would if I wasn't pregnant with your child!" You shouted at him. And just like that time stopped. Curtis could feel his heart stop.

He dropped to his knees in front of your stomach. He smiled and kissed your belly, tears filled his eyes as he knew you wouldn't come with him willingly but as always he came prepared.

He stood up and looked down at you,

"I promise to take care of you angel, you and our baby. You're gonna be Mrs. Everett and I'll make sure you live comfortably." And with that he pulled the rag soaked in chloroform out of his pocket and smothered it over your mouth and nose til you fell limp in his arms.

You stared at the ring that was on your finger. You never had the chance to escape and even if flashed the opportunity now, you couldn't. You loved your children too much to leave.

It had been 3 years since Max's death. And you had 2 children. Your eldest was called Edgar, he was a babbling baby that looked so much like his dad except he had your eyes. And then your newest born 6 months ago, little baby Beth.

You felt yourself being tugged back to a firm chest. You turned around and snuggled into Curtis. You resigned fighting him when you gave birth to Edgar. As much as you hated him, you forced yourself to love him.

" Hmm 'morning angel." He kissed you and you kissed him back. "Good morning." With a yawn you closed your eyes and embraced the idea that you loved you husband rather than despising him.

"C'mon angel. Let's go back to sleep before they wake up. I love you so much Mrs. Everett. I'll protect and love you forever."

And with a kiss on your forehead you snuggled into him and his your tears and fell asleep in his arms. This was your life, there was no escape but there was love and safety what else could you want.

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dc418writes · 10 months

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✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack,nanny!reader

Summary🪄: It’s hard to sleep when you’re worried sick (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: tiny bit of angst, mention of building being on fire, mention of death, fluff💕

*Disclaimer!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found via Pinterest*

All night they’ve shown the massive fire downtown currently engulfing one of the local grocery stores- the one you tended to frequent actually

No one knows how it started, according to the newscasters, but it didn’t take long to spread first filling the building with thick smoke

Luckily everyone made it out with the brave work of all the stations involved - including station 3

Where Curtis worked

Your heart sunk and hands became sweaty watching his uniform clad body run into the fiery building earlier. The “Everett” on his helmet bouncing as it briefly came into the overhead cameras view before he was gone in the wall of smoke and crimson-orange

Finn’s little whines were the distraction you needed, carefully unbuckling him from his high chair before gently bouncing him in your arms and patting his back. Immediately he begins to quiet lying his head in the crook of your neck

“It’s okay. Your dad’s gonna be fine.” You hoped

Multiple times you tried to will yourself into changing the channel and give your emotions a break, but every time you’d get sucked back in worried about Curtis

Everyone in the crew really, but Curtis tended to appear in your mind more frequently

Eventually you must’ve fallen asleep now being awoken by the front door shutting. Curtis now inside turning the locks and kicking off his boots with shoulders slightly sagged from his noticeable exhaustion

“Hey, you’re home,” you smile. More excited to see him safe than you probably should admit

“Yea,” he sighs moving towards the kitchen. “Finn was okay?”

“Yea, he ate all his food and knocked out a little after his bath.”

“Good.”

Red throw wrapped around your shoulders, your feet softly pad against the light hardwood to the island standing across from him pulling a beer from the fridge

“There’s leftover lasagna in there too. I-If you’re hungry.” He only hums with a slight nod taking a long swig from the glass bottle. His attention still somewhere else having not looked at you since he arrived

You start to think maybe you should leave him be, but deep down you don’t feel right leaving him alone. Especially not after tonight

“How’s the crew?,” you ask wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself

“They’re good. Jensen got a bit of smoke inhalation but he’ll be okay.”

You gently nod, “and you?”

“Not my first fire. Definitely not the worst one I’ve seen.”

“Doesn’t mean it has no effect though.”

He pauses for a moment letting your words sink in before lifting the bottle to his lips again. You were definitely right

As they rushed to the fire engine and hurriedly put on their equipment all he could think was if this could be his last. How he’d be leaving behind a son that barely knew him, his mother, and friends. You

He kept those thoughts and fears buried though so he could do his job, and well after that

When she was alive, his wife would try to pull it out of him but those efforts tended to be unsuccessful from his continued silence or mumbled, “I’m fine,” as he pecked her cheek or lips

Feeling something around his middle, he looks down to see the corners of the red blanket briefly covering his shirt before it’s gone and he hears you shuffle back a couple steps

“S-Sorry I…I know I overstepped..but I’m glad you’re okay. And I get it if you don’t want to talk.”

Just as you round the island, you hear the small clank of Curtis setting down his bottle as he turns to lean against the counter. Finally looking at you with tired, reddened eyes

“Mind uh..staying..for a while?,” he softly asks. And how could you say no when he’s looking at you like that? Clearly in need of someone, but either too proud - or maybe even scared - to reach out

You’re silent as you return to stand in front of him. His arms slightly opening to give you just enough room so you can step forward and press against him. Both of you wrapped in that red throw as you nuzzle into his chest and his chin rests on your head

For so long he’s been used to coming home and sleeping with the trauma’s of the day. Taking in your sweet scent and heartbeat against his skin is enough to have him break down right there finally having that intimacy again, but as usual he locks those feelings away.

The muffled “thanks,” slipping from his mouth while your hands glide along the ridges of his muscled back warm you better than any blanket ever could

“Anytime Curtis.”

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shamrockqueen · 9 months

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

Word count :

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!” Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Through Every Forest

Chapter II/V: Behave

Pairing: dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x fem!Omega reader

Words: ~4.8k

Summary: Curtis helps you get adjusted to your new life.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of oral sex, rough sex, rough fingering, penetration with a foreign object, degradation, humiliation, kind of objectification, pussy spanking, pet play adjacent if you squint really hard, manhandling, slapping, chase kink, non-con, dub-con), mentions of drugs, threats of forced feeding, A/B/O dynamics, violence, kidnapping, THIS IS A DARK SERIES!!! SMUT!! 18+ ONLY

A/N: Curtis is such a bastard in this, you guys!! We find out more about him and our feisty Omega this chapter, and maybe get some hints about the possibility of her breaking for Curtis…

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“How the fuck could you not know?” Curtis was snarling at Bryce while they sped through the forest on the ATVs, shouting at him over the roar of the engines as they grew closer to where the floodlights were illuminating the singular tree.

“The dumbass who sold her didn’t mention anything about it.” Bryce’s jaw was clenched as he tolerated the abuse that Curtis was flinging at him, hating being the focus of the other man’s ire. “And she bent to commands all day.”

“So she’s fucking smarter than all of you.” This was ridiculous, goddamn morons who worked for him outsmarted by an Omega in less than 24 hours. “Do you know how much money tonight is gonna cost me? Roberts’ company has been bringing in over 2 million a year for us for their retreats and because of your fuck up he almost died. I’m gonna have to let that meathead fuck me so he doesn’t pull his business and report us like he’s threatening to. Or maybe I’ll just let him fuck you, idiot.”

You didn’t know how long you’d been clinging to the tree, but it must have been hours, the lights that they’d set up showing the ridiculous number of Alphas that were milling around the trunk. Almost every single new one that showed up had tried to command you down, to no avail, and they seemed to get angrier each time it didn’t work. Maybe you should’ve come down, it’s not like there was any way you would be able to make a run for it now, but you also had no idea what was waiting for you once your feet touched the earth, since they all seemed so furious. So waiting until you were able to get some assurances about your safety seemed like a good bet.

Something smacked into the bark near your face and you yelped, cursing when you saw it was some sort of dart before keening and screwing your eyes closed when another one whizzed past your head.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” That voice was new, deeper than anything you’d ever heard and making you shiver when you pried your eyes open. “You gonna catch her if she falls or you just trying to kill one of my investments? Gimme that!”

You spotted the Alpha that had greeted you when you woke up first, but then your eyes were drawn to the largest Alpha you’d seen in your life. He was screaming obscenities at the Alphas who had been staring at you for hours, making them all look thoroughly cowed before he finally turned his attention to you. So, this was definitely the man in charge.

“Hi there, sweetheart.” You could tell he was trying to make his voice a soothing rumble, but you just rolled your eyes at him. “You’ve been up there for quite a while, planning on coming down anytime soon?”

“Don’t see why I would.” You adjusted your position and stretched your ankle as best you could when it started to ache again, staring down at him and squinting as you tried to get a read on his facial expression. “Your boys aren’t too happy with me, I don’t exactly trust them to not take out their anger.”

“Yeah, well they get all put out when they’re surprised, and you’re very surprising.” It seemed like he might have been smiling, but you were too far up to tell. “I’m guessing if I commanded you down it wouldn’t work?”

“You’re welcome to try.” You could finally feel your adrenaline starting to go down and exhaustion setting in.

“Alright. Come down now, Omega.” Fuck, you must have been more tired than you thought, something in your hindbrain tugging at you just a bit until you got yourself back under control, growling when you heard his rich laugh drift up through the trees. “Goddamn, aren’t you interesting. I do need you to come down, though.”

“Why should I?” You didn’t like the fact that you couldn’t get a better read on this dude.

“Huh, Baizen! Bring me a fucking chainsaw!” Shit, this asshole wasn’t playing, you may have overplayed your hand. “This is fun and all, sweetheart, but I have other shit I need to do. You come down on your own before that chainsaw gets here, it’ll be a little easier for you. But I have no problem bringing down this tree with you in it. Probably make you easier to catch during the next hunt if you have a broken leg.”

When he slammed his fist into the tree the whole thing shook, your breath catching while you gripped the branch you were settled on and cursed to yourself. It only took you a second to make your decision, huffing out a frustrated breath before starting to make your way towards the ground. You were just going to have to start biding your time again.

Your tongue felt too thick for your mouth when your feet were on solid earth again and you could finally take in the Alpha who was in charge. He was even bigger up close, towering over you once he stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he gave you a curious look. There was no way you’d be able to overpower him even if you caught him off guard, you didn’t even think you could reach his head.

“That’s a good girl, you’re driving back with me.” Curtis ignored your frown and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards his ATV and gripping your chin so he could look you in the eyes before sitting you in front of him. “Are you going to behave?”

“Yes.” Your scowl grew deeper when he just chuckled at the petulance in your voice, letting him cage you in with his enormous body before he started to pull out. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what’s going on.”

“Have you not figured it out? I thought you were a clever thing.” Curtis couldn’t keep himself from inhaling your scent in when the wind blew it back into his face, juniper berries and eucalyptus and freshly fallen snow, it was the most refreshing scent he’d ever breathed from an Omega. “You know it’s a hunt, I’m not gonna tell you where you are, so don’t bother asking.”

“Fine.” You huddled in on yourself to keep from leaning back against his chest, wishing he could see the displeasure on your face.

You didn’t know how you should feel that he wasn’t bothering to hide the way back to the compound from you, trying not to balk when he parked the ATV and started dragging you inside. It was so much bigger than you thought it was going to be, making you very worried about the size of this operation and your ability to escape. Plus, there was the way this man was currently almost pulling you off your feet seemingly without even realizing it.

“Why don’t you just let me go?” You winced when he just snorted at you, trying to wriggle out of his grip when he reached the door that must be to your room and started punching in the code. “I won’t tell, no one would believe me, anyway. I’m not gonna make you any money, who would want an Omega won’t do what they say?”

“Oh sweetheart, that would be a horrible business decision.” He got the door open and shoved you onto the bed, coming to stand in front of you and making the room seem even smaller once he shut the door behind him. “You are underestimating the value people, especially rich bastards, place on rarity. And you are incredibly rare. Both your parents were Alphas, right?”

“Yes.” Shit, this was not going to be good for you.

“That’s what I thought. Mine were too.” Well that explained… everything about him. No wonder he was huge. “But you’ve got that nifty little mutation that makes you immune to commands, and I gotta be honest, honey, that’s just gonna make them want to break you even more. And pay me a shitload of money for the privilege of trying.”

“No, they don’t want me.” You felt yourself starting to get angry when he just snorted and rolled his eyes at you, your fists clenching at your sides while the urge to fight rose in you. “I’ll kill any of them who try to bond me, what about your money then?”

“You’ll try to buck them off, but that’s just gonna make them even more eager, they’re stupid like that.” Curtis’s grin was wicked when you bared your teeth at him, fighting the urge to make you submit himself. “Especially when word gets out about you, those rich idiots are gonna be lining up to get the chance to break you, little filly.”

“Fuck you.” He just laughed harder at you, giving you a mocking pout when he saw the angry tears welling in your eyes. “There’s gonna be people looking for me…”

“Who? That beta whose cock you were sucking on the regular?” The way you cringed at that made him laugh. “Baby, who do you think sold you to us?”

“N-no.” Your shoulders slumped when he just kept nodding at you, the thought that someone might be able to track you down was your last shred of hope. “Mike loves me.”

“Mike loves smack, honey, and he doesn’t have the means to pay for his habit.” God, he wanted to lick the tears that were falling down your cheeks, this was turning into a good day after all. “Owed so much money his only option was making me a beneficiary on his life insurance or giving me an Omega no one would miss, and you were right there and had the added benefit of only ever indulging in oral.”

“Get out.” You cringed when he knelt in front of you and caged you in close, whining when he grabbed your jaw with one massive hand and squished your cheeks between his fingers. “I’m gonna kill every single stupid fratboy Alpha you send after me.”

“Mmm, my stubborn little filly.” He beamed when you hissed at him after he pecked you on the nose, shaking your head demeaningly then lightly slapping your face when he stood up. “You keep that attitude up, honey, every time you get that sass going I just see dollar signs.”

You screamed with frustration and turned to bury your head in the pillow once he was gone, curling your body in on itself as you started sobbing. You could still make it out, you had too, but first you were going to cry yourself to sleep before you tried to work on your plan.

“Why aren’t you taking care of this yourself?” Curtis growled at Bryce as he strode after him down the hall towards your room, more than slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted from lining up an incredible number of whales who wanted to bid on the chance to hunt you down and bond you. “I have shit I need to be doing.”

“She almost took Carter’s eye out last time we tried.” Bryce was already starting to get sick of the shitshow keeping you around was stirring up. “If you would let us sedate her…”

“I don’t want that shit building up in her system and affecting the chase.” He snarled when he got a look at Baizen holding an ice pack to his face, ripping the door open once Bryce put in the code before shooting him another glare over his shoulder. “Bunch of pussies… shit!”

He ducked when a cup sailed past his head then whipped around to face you, shooting out an arm to grab you when you tried to dash past him before lifting you off the ground as you flailed wildly and screamed curses at him. You seemed to grow even more furious when he just laughed at you, managing to drive your knee into his side before he got you pinned to the bed with his knees on your wrists.

“Motherfucker, get off!” You let out a sharp cry when his palm landed harshly on your cheek, snapping your head to the side and making warm pain spread across your skin as he started ignoring you.

“Glad to see you’ve still got that fight in you… hey!” Curtis chuckled when you got an arm free and tried to scratch him, yanking your arm over your head until you screamed in pain as he watched your face, bellowing out the door while you kept bucking underneath him. “Which one of you idiots left the tray in here? Clean up this fucking mess and bring me more food! Jesus, filly, if you’re this wild in the sack I’m gonna end up a billionaire.”

“Fuck you!” You didn’t think he was even putting any effort into keeping you pinned, no sign of strain in his muscles or sweat on his skin as he didn’t even bother looking at you when they brought another tray in. “I have a name, shitbag!”

“Yeah? Well I don’t give a fuck.” He grunted when he moved the arm you’d gotten free to pin under his knee again, grabbing your jaw and yanking it open when he grabbed a spoonful of soup and frowned at you. “I don’t want you inhaling this and getting pneumonia, so you can either chew and swallow like a good girl, or I’ll blend the whole thing up and shove a tube down your throat. I also have zero qualms about breaking any bone in your body that won’t affect your ability to run, so you should keep that in mind.”

“Bastard.” You stilled your movements and glared at him when he held the spoon up to your lips, chewing dutifully when he slammed your mouth closed and kept it shut until you swallowed.

“I know, filly, I’m such a horrible, mean man.” He yanked your jaw open again and shoved in another spoonful as he cooed demeaningly at you. “Feeding you and clothing you. Wanting you to be nice and strong so you can outrun those meatheads like you promised me you would. Swallow.” Curtis kept putting spoonful after spoonful into your mouth like you were a fucking toddler, and making insulting little noises every time you got a sullen look on your face. “Plus, we’ve got a pool going now. How many weeks you’re gonna last before some jacked up finance bro manages to take you down. All these idiots seem to think it’s two max, but I think you can go all the way, filly. Look at that, all done! What a good girl you are.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You hated him, hated his face and his blue eyes and the way the scent of pine and mountain lakes and bonfires seemed to completely overwhelm your senses whenever he was around. “I did what you wanted, now leave me alone.”

“Nu-uh, we’re not done yet.” Curtis rolled his eyes when you started trying to writhe out of his grip again once Bryce handed him a pair of soft green panties. “You know the deal, filly, they’ve gotta be able to track you. Shit! Oh you little bitch!” You’d managed to bite him when he took his focus off you for just a second, your look of triumph fading as soon as he dragged both your arms over your head and held them in one giant fist while his other hand yanked your thighs apart so he could kneel on them. “And I was gonna make it nice for you. That was so fucking stupid.”

He ignored your whined protests when he ripped your shift open down the middle, not bothering to send his subordinates out of the room when you were completely bare and spread open as he gave your body an appreciative gaze. You hated that you were wet already, but it wasn’t like you could help it when you were surrounded by Alphas and one of them, the fucking super-Alpha, was forcing you to submit physically.

“Look at that, she-it.” Curtis dragged his thick thumb over your slit and laughed when your body jolted and leaked even more slick all over him, spreading your petals apart so he could see all of you. “That’s a fucking million dollar pussy right there, boys, feel like maybe we should get a before shot. No time for that though, so…”

You were completely unprepared for him to shove the panties inside you, sobbing and shaking and trying to wriggle away as his fingers prodded at your insides viciously until just a small amount of lace was peeking out of your swollen cunt. Then he smacked your pussy and everything went white, a wild shriek ripping from your throat when he kept slapping you right on your already sensitive clit. And it wasn’t like they were those soft, teasing smacks that could feel kinda nice in the right situation. It was like your pussy had personally offended him in some way, the abuse making an absurd amount of juice gush out of you until it was soaking through the sheets.

“Oh yeah, that’s fucking it, just look at that shit.” Curtis was ignoring how fucking hard your screams and moans were making him, groaning when he brought he brought his hand up to his face to lick some of your slick off his fingers before he started smacking you again. “C’mon, filly, you want me to stop, you have to come. And you’d better fucking beg me for it.”

It was taking all your willpower to not give into him, your teeth grinding together as you screwed your eyes closed and fought against the coil that was winding violently tight in your gut. But then he smacked your tits and then your face without warning, and you could feel your resolve starting to crack.

“Just fucking do it, beg me like a good little bitch, you know you want to.” The timbre of Curtis’s voice dropped until only you could hear him, a sinister grin splitting his face as he gazed down at you and suddenly switched to gently petting your pussy in slow strokes that made you whine. “So stubborn, now you’re my special project, filly, since none of these pussies can handle you. You be good for me now and make it through the night and I promise it’ll go so much easier for you. I’ll come feed you myself, I’ll take you on nice little walks every day so you’re not stuck inside, I’ll come and give you nice warm baths and wash your hair so you always feel pretty and soft. And every week when it’s time for the hunt, I’ll come and treat this little pussy so sweet while you sit in my lap until you cream your panties like my good girl so whichever idiot wins the bid can try to track you and make you his. And all you have to do right now is just beg me.”

“Fuck!” You shrieked when he switched back to slapping your pussy, hissing when you ripped your eyes open and glared at him before they rolled back in your skull while your thighs started trembling. “Please, oh please, god! Make me come, just make me fucking come, I’ll do whatever you want!”

“That’s a good, pretty girl.” Curtis started rubbing your clit in harsh circles and growled when you wailed and your cum squirted out of you in a rush, basking in the sound of every other Alpha in the room rumbling when the scent of your release settled around them like a blissful haze while you kept spasming violently and crying. “Gonna get you a nice big room, my filly needs her own stable.” Your scent got even more intense when he pulled the panties out of you, the fabric completely soaked through and your pussy swollen and warm and absolutely ruined in the most beautiful way. “Can’t believe none of you idiots know how to break a bitch, fucking ridiculous, take these.” He thrust the panties into Bryce’s hand when he walked towards the door, sucking your juice off his fingers and humming to himself as he watched you panting and sagging into your mattress while you gave him a dazed look. “Get her a new shift but keep the mess all over her, it’ll make her easier to track and make those idiots think they have an extra edge. Make sure she has some water too before it’s go time. And move her into the empty room in the lodge, want her close.”

“What if she gets claimed?” Bryce was giving Curtis a wary look as his gaze flicked between him and you, shrugging when the larger Alpha snarled at him.

“By one of these Wall Street jackasses?” Curtis snorted at the thought, you might actually end up killing one of them. “Unlikely. And let’s try breaking out the drones tonight, wanna watch my girl in action.”

“Alright fuckers, that’s enough pregaming, it’s time for the draw!” Curtis managed to keep the grin on his face when the roomful of Alphas started whooping and stripping down to just their jeans or sweatpants, even though he just wanted to roll his eyes at them and their glamour muscles. “We all know what the grand prize is, a chance to break in and claim our little filly who just doesn’t want to wear a saddle. She’s running out there right now with all the rest of them, and she is pissed. Who’s first?”

He leaned on the wall and took a sip of bourbon as he watched one of the Betas they kept on payroll start circulating with the grab bag, his nose twitching as he tried to catch a whiff of your scent each time one of them pulled out a pair of ruined panties. There were laughs and jokes about regret each time they weren’t yours, until finally one of them drew out green lace and they all growled. Holy shit, was your scent strong, even though they had already started to slip from the lighthearted revelry to their tracking stances, as soon as your scent hit them they almost went feral. The blonde who had pulled you had to snap at a few of them who tried to get too close, Curtis glad yours had come towards the end or he might have had a full blown fight on his hands.

As soon as he gave the word they were off like a shot, their howls echoing off the sides of the lodge as they disappeared into the thick woods. Curtis sank into one of the lounges in front of the wall of monitors with his bourbon, his eyes raking over the screens that were relaying the footage from the drones until he finally found you.

He barely registered the other Omegas getting brought down and claimed one by one, his eyes glued to you as you crouched in the small blind you’d managed to construct for yourself and kept absolutely still. You really were a clever girl, staying in one place and keeping from leaving a trail for the dumbass who won out to track you. If no one managed to stumble on you, you could probably last the whole night without even breaking a sweat. Damn if none of these bastards deserved you.

The twats who managed to track their quarry and get their dicks wet started filtering back to the lodge, all of them looking incredibly pleased with themselves as they kept groping the sobbing Omegas they’d dragged back with them. None of those whiny things were going home with a mate tonight, New York assholes just wanted a fun bro weekend before they went back to their bachelor pads, jackasses. Curtis hated that he had to cater to the noncommittal bastards, but that was the business, even if he thoroughly believed once you bonded an Omega they were yours for life.

He was ignoring them now though, tuning out their celebratory whoops and the clanking of glasses while he leaned forward a little in his seat when he saw the blonde bitch who pulled you had managed to stumble into the quadrant you were holed up in. Everyone quieted down when they saw you stiffen on the screen, and Curtis knew you must have caught the idiot’s scent.

“Looks like you’re gonna lose your bet already, boss.” Bryce sure hoped so, he was already sick of dealing with you. “Don’t think she can outrun him.”

“We’ll see.” Curtis rested his elbows on his knees and dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. “Wanna double down?”

He snorted when Bryce just gave him a nod and a wicked grin, moving his eyes back to the screen and smiling to himself when he saw you straighten up as you tried to gauge the Alpha’s location. Then you bolted suddenly, the Alpha dashing across the screen just seconds after you and making Curtis hold his breath.

You were fucking quick, he had to give that to you, and you seemed to have a better read on your surroundings this time, changing direction on a dime instead of booking it int a straight line. But he was still gaining on you, getting closer and closer and Curtis sure hoped you were prepared to fight the bastard off.

He was within maybe thirty feet of you when you turned again, this time charging straight at him and making him fall back on his heels. Curtis grinned when you ducked to pick something off the forest floor, everyone in the room groaning sympathetically when you cracked whatever it was against the Alpha’s head and then jabbed it into his stomach.

“Pay me my fucking money, Langley!” He couldn’t get enough of the sour look on the other men’s face when he slapped the bills into his open palm, giving him a pleased smirk before turning back to watch you stand over the collapsed Alpha for a beat then taking off again. “Get the medics to go pick him up. I’m gonna get the ATV, looks like she’s trying to make it to the road again.”

You heard the ATV engine after you’d been running for fifteen minutes, your breath burning your lungs and your muscles screaming as you kept sprinting desperately. Then he pulled in front of you suddenly and you almost ran right into the vehicle, letting out a defeated sob and collapsing when he just gave you that grin that made you want to spit in his eye.

“There’s my good girl.” He knelt in front of you as you kept crying, tutting when you hissed at him when he tried to grip your chin and force you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be like that, filly. C’mon, lemme get a good look at you to make sure you’re not too banged up. Sure you’re not gonna be happy to hear your didn’t kill the dumb bastard that was chasing you.”

“I missed his organs?” You groaned when he nodded at you while he picked up your feet one by one to see how bad they were scraped up, cursing yourself for not taking more care to watch where you had stabbed the branch into him. “Fuck.”

“I know, so disappointing, he’s just gonna need some stitches. Hands.” Curtis clenched his jaw when you made like you were going to fight him, giving you a look that made you sigh before you placed your hand in his with a sullen pout. “Just some scratches. I’ll check under your shift for bruises when we’re back at the lodge.”

“No… shit, let go of me!” You tried to squirm out of his grip when he scooped you off the ground like it was nothing, hating that he could just make you do whatever he wanted without even breaking a sweat.

“Quit being a cunt.” He laughed when he felt you flinch as he curled his body around yours once he’d seated you on the ATV, squeezing your thighs with his as he pulled out. “We’ll see if you’re still this stubborn once I get you out of this dirty thing and give you a nice bath, filly. You manage to be a little sweet and maybe I’ll help you out with the sloppy pussy situation you’ve got going on so you can sleep better. I think you’re gonna enjoy us being neighbors.”

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winner Takes All

Summary- 5.3k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Curtis check into a hotel for a private night before heading back home to everyday life. Deciding to go have some fun, the night turns into a friendly competition with just one winner getting to call all the shots.

Warnings- The reader has some body image issues and self-doubt, descriptions of what the reader sees as flaws in an intimate moment. Reader receiving oral.

A/N- Hello hello! I hope everyone is doing good and you all enjoy this fun chapter of these two being their horny selves. What can I say, I love giving these two plenty of good times. As always, THANK YOU so much for reading, liking, commenting, and reposting. It does so much to keep me writing, you all have no idea. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today, you as always are the best for taking these projects on. All the love babes.

Chapter Twenty-One / Masterlist

“We are going to miss you guys so much.” Jade gave a little sniffle as she hugged you tightly. “You promise to come back real soon? Or I can come to see you?”

You hugged back, your heart a little sad to be leaving your sister and best friend so soon. Since she moved to Florida and you moved to Minnesota, it felt like your visits were so few and far between, mostly reduced to texting, skyping, and phone calls. “Of course! I have a decent apartment, I can blow up a mattress for you or get you a hotel in the city.”

Curtis cleared his throat patiently to break up your and Jade’s conversation for just a moment. “Honey, I have plenty of space at the house, of course all of you are welcome to stay there.” He said kindly and you swore you could have told him you loved him right there for even being willing to open his home to your family.

But I love you was just too soon still, you weren't sure what you felt for Curtis yet. It was definitely better than it had been with Jake and you could have sworn you loved Jake Wyler with all your heart and soul. Yet, jumping into another I love you scared you.

“Yeah, Mary and I could come to stay when we are out of school and Frank too if he doesn’t have a lot of projects lined up.” A teary yet hopeful response fell from Jade and Frank squeezed gently around her waist, smiling.

“I’m sure we can figure that out down the road. I can make my own hours after all.” He held out his hand to Curtis. “Everett, you are welcome to come to fix some boat engines anytime. Like I said before, I can find you work whenever you want to get away from that Minnesota winter.”

Curtis laughed while returning the handshake. “Likewise, all this sun hasn't completely fried your brain, I will show you how to work those locomotive ones.” Letting go of Frank's hand, he knelt down to Mary’s level. She had a bit of a pout as she gave Curtis a big sad look. “What’s wrong kiddo?”

“I don’t want you and Y/N to go home.”

“Ahh, I know, but this is just a goodbye for now. We will skype soon. Y/N is always talking to Jade.”

“Yeah… kinda like when I talk to Evelyn in Boston? She likes to come visit all the time for surprises.”

“Yeah, without letting us know.” Frank grumbled and Jade elbowed him lightly. “That’s Mary’s grandmother.” Frank explained, giving a shrug as if that explained it all.

“A lot like when you talk to Evelyn. Plus Jade was just saying about coming to stay with us.” Curtis smiled as he hugged Mary gently. Mary nodded, apparently satisfied with his answer, and went to wrap you in a big hug. Jade softly whispered to Frank, who lightened up seeing his typically closed-up niece warm up to you and Curtis.

With final goodbyes said, you waved as Frank drove away, Curtis hugging you from behind while you gave a sigh. “I’m gonna miss them. But…” You twisted in his arms and looked up over his head. “I’m looking forward to staying at the Ritz.”

“Shall we go check out our room?” He asked. “Fanciest place I’ve ever been.”

“Let’s!” You unwrapped from around him and while he grabbed the bags, you held out your hand to take some but he slipped his hand in yours instead, leading you in.

Check in was fairly quick and Curtis fidgeted in the elevator a bit. He felt out of his element having never stayed a place quite like this. You were bubbling with excitement though and that made him pleased seeing you so happy for a fancy hotel room all to yourselves.

You ran the key card through and opened the door wide to a beautiful room with a huge king size bed that looked luxuriously piled with pillows, other seated chairs and table littered with a gift basket spotting champagne and robes. Beyond that was an open balcony with comfortable seating to face a magnificent view of Florida's white beach and turquoise ocean. “Wow” Curtis whistled softly as the door clicked closed behind the two of you.

“Isn’t it beautiful? They have a pool, golf course and some other things if you want to check them out.” You pushed the curtains wide open and cracked the balcony door open to step out onto it. Several floors up gave you the best of views and Curtis felt all that anxiety fade away seeing how happy just being here made you. His arm settled around you and you leaned into him to enjoy the Florida sunshine that was slowly starting to fade into evening. “It’s nice to visit places like this.”

“Yes, it is a lot different from Duluth.” Curtis observed, watching as lights sprang on across the golf course in the distance.

“But… I am always glad to go home.” You admitted as you grasped the banister and leaned over it, looking down. Curtis let his hands slide to grasp your waist, resisting the urge to pull you back into him. “Hey, they have a mini golf course not too far from here.”

Curtis took the chance to look over the edge to see where the course was. It appeared to be at the end of a strip of tourist shops, a large pirate ship looming among rolling green hills and water features, neon lights bouncing around it. “Wanna go play?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically.

After changing clothes- you into a tank top and skort, Curtis in a pair of cargo shorts and a faded tee, he ushered you out of the room without your purse, insisting that tonight it was date night and he wanted to fund wherever the night took you two. Even though you protested, he wrapped you into his hold, refusing to budge. “Let me treat my girl to a date, hmm?” You finally relented that this night was on him.

The walk to the mini golf course was leisurely. The crowds of people bypassing you and Curtis in their rush to be somewhere else made for interesting people watching. You both were all about just enjoying the slowing of the day, how the night was slipping in its place, hand in hand you two strolled along the street. Curtis soaked in the bustle of the city's tourist area, shops opening their doors for people and nearby the scent of food sizzling made him pause, you drawing ahead of him for a second till you felt his hand tug against yours. “You hungry, Honey?”

Your quizzical look softened into a smile, catching what had made him pause. “Yes, I could eat.”

A nearby taco truck had a small line and you both stepped behind the last person waiting, glancing at the menu board. Stepping up, the person leaned against the truck's counter, pen in hand. “What can I get you two?”

Curtis cleared his throat while studying the board. “Can I get a couple of the carnita tacos? Along with a corona.”

While he pulled out his wallet, you went ahead with your request. “Shrimp tacos with extra lime wedges and one of your margarita specials please.”

“Sure.” He eyed the two of you and must have deemed you both of age because he rang up your total and shouted out the order. You both were handed your drinks, yours in a paper cup for easy disposal and Curtis requested more lime wedges, fitting them into his bottle of Corona till they floated in the glass bottle.

The smell of the seasoned meat sizzling made Curtis stomach rumble, making you laugh as he groaned with want. You hugged around him, nuzzling against him affectionately. “Did we eat lunch today?”

“I don’t think so. Why I’m starving.” He huffed against your hair, his hand rubbing down your back to lightly grasp your ass through your clothes, making you muffle a whine against his chest.

“For food Curtis, you're starving for food.” You poked playfully at his ribs while you two hovered out of the way but still near the truck for when their food was finished.

“I can be starving for more than one thing.” He grinned just as his name was called. Untangling from you, he went to get the tacos while slipping a tip in a jar near the register. The tacos were carefully set in paper trays, enabling you two to continue on toward the mini golf course while eating.

You carefully grasped your taco, the flour shell still warm while the slaw drizzled partially on your hand, making you lap it away. That first crunchy bite, the slaw a fresh burst of veggies mixing with the sizzling grilled shrimp and bite of cilantro lime salsa. It was heaven, you closed your eyes and paused as you chewed slowly, savoring the flavors.

Watching you enjoy your food, the pleasured look in your features, Curtis mentally labeled that as one of his favorite moments of this trip. You were totally in the moment, your face a look of bliss showing that you were thoroughly appreciating. No worries of being seen by others, or preparing to throw half of it away, claiming you were full when he knew you really weren’t. When your eyes slipped back open, you caught him watching you, giving an embarrassed little grin while swiping at your lips. You held up your last bite of the first taco in your tray, offering him the bite. “Lemme try yours.” You said and he held out his tray for you to take his after he took your last bite from your fingers. “These are so good.”

“We could start making these at home.” Curtis agreed as he washed his last few bites down with the icy cold corona. “Although they won’t be as good as food trucks while we are on vacation.”

Arriving at the mini golf course, you were feeling giddy while you two grabbed your balls and putts. There were a few other couples and kids scattered around the course, but otherwise being mid-week it seemed fairly quiet. Dropping your ball, you shook your hips while situating yourself up to shoot towards the first hole, just getting it between two pools of water that had octopus tentacles coming up through the pools.

“Easy shot.” You challenged with a glance over your shoulder. Curtis smirked back at you, leaning against his putt while watching you. The hat he was wearing to help with the sun was now slipped backward, letting you see his eyes assessing every move you made.

You stalled a second, the fuzziness that the margarita made you feel overpowered by the idea that maybe he didn’t like you teasing like this, that you looked ridiculous shaking your hips the way you were with the way he had his slight scowl. But his gaze went up your body and he gave a deep sigh like he was refocusing himself. “That might be an easy shot but fuck, Honey.” His eyes glanced around the small park warily before settling back on you. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself till we get back to the hotel. Do it again.”

That negative worry from earlier dissipated, it was game on at that moment. “Guess you are gonna have to really focus on the game.” You let your hips shift again and an audible groan came from him.

“Yeah, focusin’ on somethin’.”

You took your shot and the ball whizzed wildly down the green grass path to putter into the hole, making Curtis give a clap of his hands in congratulations while he dropped his ball in place. “Easy shot for you too.” You assured him, making sure to step away to watch him. Curtis, as always, fell all into the moment. His legs shifted his weight back and forth to center himself, all while taking easy measured strokes trying to gauge where to hit the ball. In those moments, you let yourself appreciate how he looked with taunt muscles in his back flexing beneath his shirt, pulling at the corner of your lip while your eyes mapped the way his tee tightened in his shoulders and down his muscled back.

Sure he was every bit of a relaxed looking tourist with the backward NASA baseball cap, some tee shirt Jade bought him with a ridiculous saying about how he got his crabs at Dirty Dicks, a popular restaurant in the area, to khaki cargo shorts that almost looked dark against his very pale legs that were hidden for months by long pants in Minnesota. To you though, he looked sexy and that little tingle of anticipation built in your belly. A clenching need that you knew Curtis would much appreciate.

Of course his ball whizzed right in, making him pump his fist in victory, a grin on his face as he looked over his shoulder at you.

The competitive side flared in your belly, making you sidle up to him. “Wanna make it interesting Curtis?”

His arm slung back comfortably around you as you two made your way to collect the balls and go to the next hole. “I’m listening.”

You strolled onto the next spot, unweaving from his hold to face him. “You win… you can do whatever you want to me tonight.” His brows shot up in interest. “I win, the same goes for me.”

“I’m winning, Honey.” He assured you after hearing the prize and you wiggled your brows at him while dropping your ball at the next hole.

“I’m gonna make you work for it.” You aimed your shot, now focusing more than ever on the next obstacle. This one proved to be harder but you took a couple shots and finally got it in. Curtis, having taken this bet pretty personal, managed another hole in one.

You two spared back and forth, trying to best one another but you both stayed so close in points. At the last hole Curtis was ahead… by one point if your calculations were accurate.

It was almost nerve wracking at this point. One hand if you won, you got to pick how your evening played out, but that was almost daunting. You always tried to pick out what your partner would like. You know if you did win, Curtis would absolutely insist on doing whatever you wanted to do, no matter what.

It was enough to waver your hand on your putter, quiver in anticipation and anxiety as you wracked your mind trying to decide how to take this shot, let it swing wildly away from the hole or actually try and sink it. What would Curtis want?

“Hey…” His hand rested against your back while you exhaled all that energy. “You got this. Take the shot.”

You smiled at him, letting your worries melt away at that moment and let your putter hit the ball, which almost seemed like it was gonna swing away from the hole. But it swung closer, following the tilt of the course and zipped right in.

“Well fuck, Honey, no way I can beat that.” Curtis sighed as if in defeat, but the crinkle in the corner of his eyes and the barely their proud grin showed. He let his ball bounce at his feet, positioning it with his toe. “But damned if I’m not gonna try.” Curtis made a show of angling himself just right and hit. His ball did the opposite of yours, wildly flying and bouncing right off the course, making him groan and you laugh as you looked in the deep pool of water it landed in.

“Gone.” You twirled to face him, biting your lip. “I win.”

“Mmhh, you did Pretty Girl.” His hand was warm as it cupped your cheek, a thumb dragging against the corner of your mouth. You took it as enough incentive to bite gently onto the tip of his thumb, sucking his thumb enough to twirl your tongue around it. “I hope you got some ideas for me.” Right now your mind was going blank of thoughts, staring up at lust blown eyes almost black with just slivers of blue, his warm skin heated and an earlier sunburn across his face was starting to fade, making all his freckles stand out that much more. “Fuck the things you can do with that mouth of yours Pretty Girl.” His hold tightened, catching your tongue from its swirling motion. “Save that for later. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

When his hand moved, reaching to grasp yours, you eeped a yup and followed him out of the mini golf course park. The walk back to the hotel was much more rushed, now a real destination in mind. It seemed like the hotel was so far away, but before you could comprehend where you two were, Curtis was pinning you in the elevator, kissing you hungrily while you clutched at him, trying to keep up with his energy. You ended up tilting your head back against the steel wall while he pressed a palm against one of your breast and muttered how fucking hot you were taking those shots earlier. Your hand shot up, nails scraping through the short buzzed hairs and grasping the back of his neck to pull him into a tongue tangling messy kiss, panting against each other as the elevator door finally opened and you both tumbled into the hallway, groping at each other while making it to the door.

The way you were acting you would think the two of you were horny teenagers unable to have any control. Somehow you worked the key card into the door while Curtis ran his hands all over you, sliding under your tank shirt and giving a pull to your nipples, making you sag against him while closing your eyes, groaning.

“Do it again Curtis.” You muttered as the door clicked open and he rumbled a chuckle against your neck as he sunk his teeth in your skin, tasting you with his tongue. His fingers twisted a nipple, making you hiss at the borderline pleasure and pain. With a gentle nudge behind you, Curtis got you in the room and door locked.

In the dim outside light streaming into the room, you turned to see him stalking towards you, catching you up in his hold once more to back you to the bed till you stumbled back on it and he followed you, careful to hover over you while he made you breathless in his kisses, his hips pressing to yours where you could feel his cock hardening. “Now… You get to pick what you want.” He drew away, hands planting against the mattress to lift himself up.

“Um- what do YOU want Curtis?” You countered, moving up to your elbows to prop yourself up.

“Nu-uh Pretty Girl.” He smirked, dragging a finger along the curve of your face. “You won, fair and square.”

“You let me win.” You muttered with narrowed eyes, making him grin without even denying it. Instead he swooped back in, catching your lips with his, drawing out a needy moan. Your mind raced as he continued kissing and nibbling on your neck, his hand still cupping a breast and teasing your nipple through the fabric. How were you supposed to think when all you could do was feel his weight pressing heatedly against you, the hot touch of smooth lips and tongue that were followed by the bristles of his beard flaring your skin. His hand made you arch into him, dragging your nails down his upper back and press him down harder while you whimpered for him. “Curtis, fuck I can’t think right now.”

“Mmh Pretty Girl, you are not supposed to think Honey.” A nudge of his nose behind your earlobe before his lips skimmed the shell of your ear. “What do you feel like? Riding my cock? Worshiping you? Bending you over? There is a nice balcony outside.”

Those all sounded good, but your mind swirled with the thoughts of his beard buried between your thighs, those vividly blue eyes staring up at your body while you withered against his mouth. Heat raced up your body at the thought, so sinful in your mind but you hadn’t let him do that since Christmas Eve to you and just the thought made you tingle with desire all over. “I know what I want.” You whispered out, making Curtis push up enough to look down at you, waiting for your answer. You felt shy, biting on your lip as you tried to say what you wanted. You knew he enjoyed it, craved it as he admitted he enjoyed oral with his partners when you first started dating. There was still that touch of self-doubt that you weren’t small enough for it. His hand swept through your hair, grasping enough to tilt your gaze up to meet his own.

“Come on Pretty Girl, tell me what you want me to do, let me worship you.”

Worship, you always felt that way with him. It was like Curtis couldn’t get enough in the months you two have been together and it was so easy to give him this you found, it made him so satisfied to take care of you. You eased up, that worry taking a backseat in your mind the more confident you became at the moment. Curtis patiently held himself above you, just waiting for whatever you wanted.

“Taste me.” You slid a finger against his mouth which he kissed your fingertip while arching his brow, studying you to see you were serious.

“Anywhere?”

You gave a nod and Curtis pushed up to a stand, shedding his shirt. “Honey, I’m gonna need you out of those clothes, now.”

You pushed up to your knees on the bed, shifting over to the edge of the bed where he was standing, working his belt open. You grabbed the leather, pulling it out of the loops and dropping it on the floor, admiring the swirls of ink across his chest in a pattern that made you heated. “Yes Sir.” You muttered as your fingers explored across quivering abs and muscled pecs dusted with hair. Another movement had you stepping off the bed, standing before him while your fingers traced up a toned chest, making his muscles twitch at the sensation of your touch.

You sensed the change in him, the quirk of a dark brow and inquiring eyes. “You being a minx tonight Honey? Sir?” Wrapping your fingers into his chain, you levered yourself to your toes, nipping on his mouth, asking, begging for him to let you in.

“You got bossy, I got obedient.” You whispered just before you pressed your lips to his and a sharp hunger seemed to overtake Curtis. Tongue plunged against yours and a heavy groan emitted from his chest in that kiss. Hands started to get frantic against each other. Your hands started to tug at his button and fly, working his cargo shorts open and there was a sharp ripping sound of where your tank top strap popped its seams, making you giggle against his lips.

“It was in my fucking way.” Curtis didn’t even apologize while you broke away, tugging off the rest of your clothes while he did too. You just lost the last of your clothes when you felt his hands envelope around your waist, hands gliding your curves before he backed you into the hotel's balcony glass window, the solid feel making you arch off the slightly cool chill at your back, looking up at him wide eyed. “You gave me a real sweet taste on Christmas Eve Honey. But I’m starving now, I’m always gonna want more.”

His tone, the way he dropped his gaze to look down your naked body when he used his name for you made a fire swirl in your belly, pinprick your skin, and flare your nerves till you felt frayed. So simple, just with his words you were turned on. Your cunt already wept, slicking your folds and you had to rub your thighs together, trying to alleviate yourself before the two of you even started. “I- uh- fuck.” You muttered, stuttering over your words at the intensity bristling in the air between you. You felt so naked and exposed before him.

And Curtis looked at you like he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of you, flaws and all.

“You said taste anywhere I want?” He softened as he stepped in closer, his cock pressing against your belly and he let his hands cup your face. “Right here first.” His tongue trailed along your parted lips, nipping the corner of your mouth while you gasped softly, Everywhere his body pressed against yours was hard and unrelenting against you. Like he was trying to mold you against him.

Until he shifted to the curve of your neck, this time his teeth sinking in enough for a hint of pain to make you gasp and arch, rubbing against him. Your hands couldn’t stop touching him, fingers brushing along his back, finding the dips of shifting muscles. You would dig in, making him curse against your skin at the pleasure it brought. Where he bit you, his tongue soothed it away with praising murmurs.

“Fuck Sweet Girl, you know I’m addicted to you?” His hands settled on your hips as he flowed down your collar bone. You dug into his shoulders, arching once more to your toes with a slight whimper escaping while this man lowered to his knees before you again, looking up at you like you were a goddess.

He didn’t seem to notice the low hang of your belly, the stretch marks that marred your skin from being pristine and perfect, the way rolls pulled on your sides and dimpled your skin. Instead he was worshiping at your breasts, once more letting his teeth claim you, marking you as his while his hands felt you, sliding along the back of your thick thighs to dig his fingers into the globes of your ass, press you into him that much more.

A man starved, his groans of appreciation mingling with your sighs and whines. Curtis kissed on your hips, rubbing a bristled chin against the folds leading to your pussy, his blue eyes so heated that you felt yourself melting, turning into a puddle and if he wasn’t holding you up against the glass, you just knew you would be on the floor.

It was so intense, so wanting and Curtis paused a moment from teasing you to press his face against you, pressing his forehead against the fullness of your lower belly and nose in the curls on your pussy, your hand brushed through the buzzed hair on top of his head, biting your lip to keep from saying anything.

Even now you felt the need to apologize for what you thought were your imperfections. His back expanded slightly from his inhale before he lifted away to look up at you. “Nothing will ever make me harder than being able to see you like this, Honey.”

“Like what Curtis?” You whispered while his hand cupped the back of your thigh to lift your leg up to a powerful shoulder, draping your calf over his back.

“Open, free, unafraid to let me be with all of you.” He let his tongue sear over the top of your mound taste your folds. He hadn’t even properly tasted you and you could feel the quiver of your spine threaten to weaken. Curtis must have felt the slight waver in your body because his grip tightened and his shoulders tensed that much more, a solid force under you.

“Fuck you taste-” Curtis groaned into your aroused body while his tongue worked to a more intimate spot, teasing your clit with sharp laps with the tip of his tongue and slow pulls of drawing it between his lips, teasing you all that much more.

You let your head tilt back to bang lightly against the glass, breathing heavily while you palmed a breast, pushing and pulling your softness to appease the burning in your veins. A hand pushed harder against your thigh, spreading you wider apart so he could bury his face in against you.

You caught your balance with a hand to the back of his neck, tightening your leg hooked over his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

Somehow he pressed in closer, starving as he drank your arousal, filling you with his tongue. You could have sworn he growled against you, claiming he wasn’t ever planning on stopping. Not only were you feeling every touch, Curtis kept groaning and moaning against you while his fingers and tongue worked you into a desperate frenzy. Needing and wanting more, it was stealing the air from your lungs. The sensation of his fingers filling you, pressing alongside his tongue, you finally gave a shuddered cry out.

“Curtis!” Your nails scraped at the back of his head, trying to grab on. It resulted in pushing him closer, riding his face as you ground against him. His beard was prickly against your sensitive core, but slipping in the slickness coating you.

“Just give me one on my tongue, Pretty Girl.” Curtis pulled away to take a deep breath, the outside lights making his jaw glisten from you. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now that I can’t stand it much longer.”

One, you could give him one. You gave a jerky nod as his hopeful gaze turned sinfully feral. His teeth bared hungrily for a second. You had never been more turned on seeing a man. None other had ever gone to your feet, not like this.

“Let me hear you come, Honey.”

It wasn’t hard to give that to Curtis, not with the way you went mindless, lost in all the sensations this moment was bringing you.

You couldn’t go higher, yet you did. Soaring couldn’t even describe the sensation you were riding. You were soaring, the glass now vibrating against your back as you once more pushed back against it with a bang, your head tilted back to look at the heavens while Curtis brought you there.

When you came, it was a sharp plea to catch you. Curtis wrapped arms tight around your hips as he drank you down. Curtis eased you through it till you were pushing at his forehead, your tongue unable to make the pleading words for him to stop. But he didn’t need them.

Easing away from you, he sat back enough to give you space, letting your thigh ease off his shoulder and you sagged against the window. “Your turn, Curtis.”

His hand swept up and down his heavy cock a moment while he kept you pinned against the glass with his other. “Honey, you’re shaking still, let’s take a moment.”

You pushed against him to pry yourself off, leaning down to slide your tongue over his lips to claim him, pulling a hungry groan from him and a stutter in his touch on himself, having to fist his hand around himself. “Outside Curtis, there is another balcony railing and I’m going to need to be muffled.”

Curtis snapped away, his hand moving off himself to grasp gently around your throat and slowly raise up to a stand, keeping you in his secure hold while you followed him on shaky legs. You craved another taste of his mouth, laden with traces of you. His mouth was so close you could feel the barely there touches passed between your lips.

“Honey, you know me so well already.” His eyes were fiercely expressive. Brimming with possessive lust and need. “But I’m not keeping you muffled.”

When Curtis brought you outside with all the city's bright neon lights shining below, he bent you against that railing and you had never been more glad to win a game.

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

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brandycranby · 2 years

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in his name: the heroes

a brief exploration of CE character names and how they match their stories/personalities... or don’t 😗💕

the heroes ❥ the villains ❥ the lovers

a/n: finally putting my linguistics degree to good use my frens 😚 i really enjoy sociolinguistics, if i continued w grad ling, i would’ve focused on that i think. i’ve been meaning to make more bulletpoint posts and headcanons bc sometimes!! you're too tired for coherent fic!!

Andy Barber

ANDY is a diminutive of ANDREW, a given name with Greek roots, Andreia.

Meaning “brave”, “manly”, or “valorous”, fitting for Andy who, in canon, is said to be particularly aggressive and masculine as a result of the warrior gene or a MAO-A variant i mean largely played up for the ✨️drama✨️ but u kno

ironic if you consider how he’s often one step away from being soft dark or full dark bc of his aggressiveness but that's also what's attractive 😬

BARBER is what’s known as an occupational surname, very common English last names. some others are miller, baker, and smith. it’s likely that one of his patrilineal grandfathers was actually a barber

Ari Levinson

ARI is a Jewish name and is a variant of Arieh. Both mean lion in Hebrew. (Ari is also a given name in Faroese and Icelandic but since he’s canonically Jewish, we’ll skip those explanations)

LEVINSON is a Jewish patronymic last name where it’s a word made up of a personal name + son/daughter of, so Levin + “son”. Jewish surnames have historically used the Hebrew prefix ben (son of) or bat (daughter of-) and then the father’s name. but bc of decrees in the 18th c. german empire, these traditional surnames were changed to be more “european”

given that in canon, he and his mum tried to escape the continent bc of nazi perscution, we can assume that he’s Ashkenazi Jewish by birth and is able to speak Yiddish alongside Hebrew and English. depending on whether his adoptive family was also Jewish or not and whether he was encouraged to keep speaking Yiddish or assimilate would have had effects on his language skills tho 😕 for more angst, apply forced americanization

Curtis Everett

CURTIS is an English translation of Corteis (Old French) which may sound very similar to “courteous” to you!! hehe that’s bc tho english is a germanic language, it uses dozens of loan words from other languages. so Curtis means “well-bred” or “courteous” stemming from the idea of courtly behavior or etiquette.

the idea of etiquette began snowballing in popularity during the enlightenment when the bourgeoisie adopted upper class manners, aka “polite society” in order to move up in the world. kinda parallel to Curtis' movement from the tail end to the engine

EVERETT is also interesting; originally Everard (Old English), it means “strong/hard as a boar”. boars are notoriously hard to kill and were called "desperate fighters" by the brits that hunted them. special spears had to be made for hunting them whereby the animal would charge and impale itself. i hope bong joonho knows what an apt name it is for our rebellion leader Curtis 💕💕

Frank Adler

We have some options with FRANK. It could be a name in itself, or a shortened form of Francis and Franklin. histotically, Francis is a shortened version of Franciscus and Francesco which mean “Frenchman” or “free man” in reference to St. Francis of Assisi. Franklin is an English name with roots in Middle English, meaning “landowner of free origin”

ADLER is Middle German, stemming from the term “edler Aar” or “noble eagle” which distinguished eagles from falcons and hawks for hunting.

frankie's just a plain ol boy but he is rather noble like an eagle 🥺

Steve Rogers

STEVE is diminutive of Steven or Stephen, stemming from Stéphanos (Ancient Greek) meaning “wreath, crown, honor” as well as “to wreathe around”, which in Steve’s case could imply protection 🥺

but this name is also significant bc of its common attribution to Saint Stephen, a disciple of Jesus that was stoned to death and named the first martyr. slightly prophetic of Sarah Rogers ngl 🥲

Sarah may have also called him Stíofán or Steabhán at home (not on the streets bc that’s how you let racist/nationalist ppl know you’re not from here uwu) but she may have also been a part of the generation in Ireland that didnt get to learn or use Irish bc of British control 🤷🏻‍♀️

ROGERS is… complicated in that it could be an English/Norman surname or an Anglicized Irish surname. Rogers in the Norman sense means “son of Roger”. The Normans (aka early French) invaded England in the 11th century and eventually conquered Ireland in the 12th century bringing the name Rogers.

Alternatively, it could be the English version of Mac Ruaidhrí. We don’t know enough about his dad (besides that he was abusive in the og comics) to decide but since the more common Anglicization of Mac Ruaidhrí is McCreary or McCrory, one of Steve’s ancestors might have just taken the English surname.

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genuinely if you finished this, ty bc this is so niche of an interest 😖💕💕 ily and i'll get the villains out soon 👀

tag list: @punemy-spotted, @thornsnvultures, @sweetascanbee

#andy barber #ari levinson #curtis everett #frank adler #steve rogers #this was like baby level etymology so if you have anything to add pls do #nobody fight me on any of this tho i'm not claiming it's accurate #series: in his name #ce characters

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Florence Nightingales nurse friend needs her car fixed. Since Steve doesn't have time he sends in his buddy Curtis to help.

The air was dry, overladen with need for rain, and he swore he felt grit in his teeth before he stepped out of the vehicle and set foot onto the tawny dirt road. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, in the middle of nowhere with tools to temporarily patch an engine, and yet here he was.

“Hey Princess,” Curtis stepped by the drivers side door and knocked twice, a laugh stifled on his lips when you appeared with wide eyes and wild hair, “heard you need a knight in shining armour to save the day.”

“You’re not Steve.” Your hands played with your hair, attempting to smooth it down while Curtis opened the and reached into the vehicle to pop the hood. “I was told Steve-“

“Curtis Everett, princess.” He grinned crookedly, mentally reminding himself to thank Steve for being busy. “Didn’t bring a carriage with me. Beat up truck’ll have to do.”

“I thought…” you stepped out of the vehicle, drawing his attention to your short cocktail style bridesmaid dress, and the mess or what was an updo. “I came from this disaster of a wedding and my friend-“

“Florence Nightingale.” Curtis hummed, drawing his hand across his growing beard. “Groomsmen was a douche?”

“The groomsmen,” you laugh dryly, “was my boyfriend and my boyfriend was caught with his head under the brides dress.”

“Well fuck…” Curtis whistled, slowly but surely started to repair what he could. “One hell of a wedding.”

“That was after their vows mind you. And then during the speeches, the best man confessed to finding the future mother-in-law stuffed full of the-“

“One hell of a wedding.” Curtis cut you off, grimacing on your behalf. “You sleep in your car, princess?”

“I ran as quick as I could. I got out there like a…crazed-“

“Like a bat out of hell?” Curtis, again, grinned. “Well it’ll do to the auto-body shop.”

“Thanks-“ you reached for your bag, stalling when he grabbed it from the backseat for you.

“Your unconventional carriage,” Curtis directed your attention to his old truck with one hand, using the other to escort you like you were a proper lady.

“Its a long drive back…” you furrowed your brows, biting on the inside of your cheek. “I could take a bus-“

“Sorry, Princess.” Curtis tapped your chin teasingly. “Big boss told me to handle the precious cargo on my own. Florence Nightingale would kill me, and I fear her just enough not to fight.”

#mechanic!Curtis Everett x reader #mechanic!Curtis Everett x princess

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emerald-evans · 1 year

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so winter can find his way home

pairing - curtis everett x woc!reader

w/c - 1k

summary - curtis finds his way back to you

warnings - 18+, reference to past trauma, mental health, mentions of physical violence, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

a/n - wow this is my first little curtis fic that isn’t just porn. this takes place at the end of snowpiercer, after the train crashed. now, I am a huge slut for the grumpy guy & sunshine girl trope, so this sort of embodies that. also, this is a standalone fic, but I’m thinking about expanding these two into their own little universe with other little drabbles. I hope you enjoy hehe :)

also, a huge huge huge shout out to @jtargaryen18 Out of Darkness and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Life is Short so Make it Sweet & Life After Snowpiercer & Wilford’s Demands, who are responsible for my obsession with this man LOL (everyone go check out their masterlist RIGHT. NOW.)

::edit:: I started this like a year ago LMAO

Italics reference the past

Please leave comment/reblog to let me know what you think!

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Curtis was like this sometimes, cold and abashed. Disconnected. Like a stray animal newly taken away from it’s home. You knew not to pry, pushing him to open up will only cause him to shelter into himself to avoid engulfing you into his gloomy aura.

It was hard for Curtis to pull himself out of the dark memories that routinely plagued his brain. Reasonably so, the memories of the tail-end and crash of the train bonding his despair deep into his bones. It was all his fault, wasn’t it?

He was the reason Edgar was dead.

He was the reason the engine stopped.

He was the reason his people are trying to survive in the remains of the train.

“No”, you told him gently as you slowly cradled his face. Even after years together he still tried to hide his feelings from you. He was the reason the tail-end was now free. He was the reason Wilford was dead. And he was the reason they had a chance at life again.

While only a few years older than you, you and Curtis met after you boarded the train. The initial chaos of the first few months on the train had left all many passengers in a state of frenzy and distrust.

But you were something different weren’t you? Lending a helping hand where you could, and spending your days trying to keep the children occupied. In the beginning, you were truly just a child yourself, so how wise could one be at age of 15 anyway, you remarked. No, maybe you weren’t wise, Curtis thought. You are compassionate and determined, and you were his light.

Curtis watched you as you tried the gather the children together to get into line. Sending each of them a gentle smile as you managed to bring them together. Your heart went out for them. Curtis saw it in your eyes. The love you had for these children, and your underlying fear for their future

Yes, Curtis saw you. He had seen you before, helping out with the children as much as you could. Now he was really taking a look at you. Dark hair, the caramel-beige colour of your skin, and the radiant smile you would occasionally send his way when you caught him starring. The layers of your thick clothes hide your curves underneath. The same curves Curtis would eventually find himself caressing every night as you soundly slept against him in his tiny cot.

He could hear Gilliam’s voice at the back of his mind. “Curtis, my boy. She would be good for you. We all deserve our little pieces of wonder even after all of this. Why don’t you just try?”.

“You know why I can’t.” Curtis stoically whispers back.

Yes. It is better to hold a woman with both hands

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he did. So he kept his distance. Separating himself for the four corners of the cold locomotive was easy enough. Their routine was never set in stone. Try to sleep, as the everlasting rumble of the train tracks keep their conscious wide awake through the night.

You were such a light in their ever-evolving darkness, how would he ever make you happy?

But love isn’t earned. Worthy is not something you have to be to deserve devotion from another. Curtis was learning this the hard way.

What wasn’t hard? Loving you. It was so easy for him, it was so unlike their constant and familiar struggle it even made Curtis a little uncomfortable. You were well aware of his past, hell you were there living it with him. Yet, you always had the same gleam of hope and curiosity in your eyes when your gaze fell on him.

While you were all surrounded by the trauma that came with living in the tail-end, it seemed so archaic for Curtis to have his dark days slow him down. After all, you had all suffered. He had to lead his people now. A few days after the crash, most of the residents of the tail end dispersed themselves through various rooms that were previously occupied by the front-end passengers. Luckily, one of the remaining passengers of the front-end had enough mechanical experience to fix the damaged back up generators that ran underneath the foundation of the train. Each section was equipped with enough energy to keep the water melting/recycling system and electricity running for the next year. After the explosion, a portion of the healthy men sought after whatever hints of life they would find outside the four walls of the train. To their surprise, the people were able to fall within a routine fairly quick.

Even then, there is still work to be done, he would tell himself.

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Your kisses. Your kisses gave him energy, he tells you.

You found him sitting on the thick cushion of the chair sitting in the corner of your dimly lit bedroom. Closing his eyes as you gently climb into his lap, he felt your fingers run up and down his arms before stopping to rest on his chest. You knew what he needed, Curtis retreated into himself enough times for you to help him pull himself out.

He frowned as you climbed into his lap. Distancing himself from you to avoid pulling you into his darkness. Your fingers remained on his skin. Feeling the way his energy wants to be fed, wanting to find a friend.

His body felt tense under the first press of your lips against his, posture rigid as an attempt to keep up his guard. His reluctant spirit slowly wafted away as you submerge yourself deeper into his greed.

You made it hard for him to know anything else but you in moments like his. Your sounds, gasps, and hues. Just you.

The press of his sweat-soaked skin against yours, gently rutting up into you as his heavy grunts fell out of his mouth into yours.

“Open your eyes” You mumble against his lips. He cries out and does as you said. Pushing deeper, your hips snap against his.

He’s disoriented. Savouring the feelings of his warmth blossoming into your core, you stayed for a moment, chest-to-chest, breathing in each others air as you calmed down from your high. Slowly, he brought his unfocused vision up to you. His breath hitching when he finds a mirrored devotion in the decadent brown swirls of your eyes. I’m here with you, they seemed to say.

Winter had found his way home.

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ao3feed-snowpiercer · 1 year

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Pole to Pole

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by Late_to_party_81

Curtis is the Driver Engineer at the Brooklyn Station House. A high pressure job, but he loves it. He's single, but it prefers it that way. But then he sees 'her' and this stoic man becomes a tongue-tied idiot. When he puts his foot in it and insults his crush he needs to find a way to make it up to her, and hope that she forgives him.

Words: 5211, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Tumblr Jan-March 23

Fandoms: Snowpiercer (2013)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader, Steve Rogers, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Jake Jensen, Mickey Henry, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader

Additional Tags: Firefighter AU, Firefighter Curtis Everett, Miscommunication, Love at First Sight, fatphobia, Curvy Reader, Injured Child who recovers, Romcom style ending, Pole Dancing

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#snowpiercer #ao3feed

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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November Update

Hey guys <3

So I was writing today, and it occurred to me that I didn't do my monthly update yet for the works i've got going on. As always, thank you to everyone for reading. My asks and requests are always open and you can drop me a message or an ask any time. My tag list is open as well if you ever want to be added to a story or perma-tagged for a character.

WIP'S Ending This Month

Heaven's Demons is the big one that is set to end this month, along with a few shorts, which will both start and end this month. In the MSI verse, is Zemo's Sweetheart, and in the SDAU verse, Engineered For Love (Tony and Pepper). Also going to both start and finish season 1 of The Understudies.

Ongoing WIPS

Down The Rabbit Hole, Hidden Sisters, and Bad Girl's Club is still going strong. The same goes for Just Ben, Big Bad Wolf, and The Nanny.

NEW WIPS this month

I'm really excited for the new stories I've been working on that debut this month. I have a scrapped idea that was supposed to be a one shot that turned into a whole story, called Burning Up. Get ready for sexy Firefighter Curtis Everett. Things will get spicy.

Also working on a few things in the MSI and SDAU verse. In SDAU, there is My Best Friend's Brother (Loki X Blackwood) and in the MSI verse is Dream Girl, porn star Chris Evans and his girl.

Thanks guys <3

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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♔⌎ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐡𝐢

Welcome to the 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 for the characters of 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 for Arcadia Phi.

❝ With the college motto, “Where Leaders are Made,” Arcadia Phi is where those leaders become gods.

Founded in 1889 and strictly for alphas, Arcadia Phi is one of the most renowned fraternities in the country with a record of famous alumnis, celebrities and successful elites worldwide. To be in Arcadia is to be given a seat at the golden table, honoured with a title that lasts a lifetime, and the opportunity to “Rise Above All.” ❞

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬: Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Bryce Langley, Colin Shea, Nick Fowler, Ryan Ackerman, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, and Steve Kemp. 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢: Lloyd Hansen.

𝗔/𝗡 | a good bunch of these characters took years off before attending Howard College, some of it will be explained in the fics. where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me.

α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

More information | About Arcadia Phi: #hc: arcadia

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’8, scent: a powerful sensual mixture of cedar wood, oak moss, and patchouli, with a linger of cigarettes.

❝ Falling in my den. Full of lions, full of breath. Take the muzzle from their heads. I'm a sucker for revenge. ❞ — The Marías, Hush

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | His family name is notable for vile reasons, and with the fortune built off of omega breeding programs, Ari has been surrounded by greed and suffering his whole life. His father is in prison, his mother is a few hours away in a luxury condo, and only-child-Ari became a freshman at Howard College a few years later than others in his year. Worshipped yet covert, his name is spoken in whispers of wonder or fear and with his quick popularity, it wasn’t long until he was promoted to president of Arcadia Phi.

Honour isn’t a grace to him, it is only earned and he prides himself in being the judge of who deserves it. In his cold, mean blue eyes, omegas are never more than their designation—and anyone who believes such will be taught the truth.

Starring in: 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #tough act: ari

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: an unmistakable and intense musk, both woody and smokey with a hint of sea salt.

❝ Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks. But now she sleeps with one eye open. That's the price she'll pay. ❞ — Florence + the Machine, Girl With One Eye

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Adopted by the Drysdale-Thrombey’s when he was just a child, Steve has grown into the picture perfect alpha of the family. With a natural captivating talent, he draws all of the attention whenever he enters a room. After taking years off and exploring the world with his adoptive brother, Ransom, they both enrolled in Howard College.

Steve is the golden boy of the school and the star football captain, and a legend in the making. He’s going to be big one day, and his college life will be his origin story. The only missing piece is someone to share his future with.

Starring in: 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #captains legacy: steve

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: deep patchouli with compliments of bergamot and lavender, sometimes with a hint of cigarettes.

❝ I carry band-aids on me now. For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground….Promise I won't push you straight to the dirt. If you promise me, you'll take them off first. ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Training Wheels

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Curtis was the black sheep of his posh, old money-rich and extremely religious family, which led to him bouncing between extended family for years before landing in Howard College. The local cops know him by name, although his record is as clean as a whistle. Whether it’s his status, or ruthless arrogance, he’s managed to stay out of handcuffs despite his revolt (as for pleasure, he’s usually the one to slap the cuffs on someone’s wrists).

He isn’t picky but he is experienced, and one would expect his partners would be somewhere on that range too, given the number of names he’s added to the slut walk list in the Arcadia house—but what’s the point of having so much knowledge of you don’t teach it?

❝ 1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made…. 4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." ❞ — Genesis 3:1-5

Starring in: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’ & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #sos: curtis

| Ransom Drysdale | 2nd Year, 22 | α | Communications Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’5, scent: a woody vanilla combination with whiffs of citrus and tobacco.

❝ It took thirteen beaches to find one empty. But finally, it's mine. With drippin' peaches, I'm camera ready. Almost all the time. ❞ — Lana Del Rey, 13 Beaches

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | He was the sole heir to the family fortune before getting an adoptive brother. A life of opulence and security, whenever he wants something, it isn’t long until he is gifted that very thing. That lack of patience has led to a selfish, cocky and boastful attitude.

To Ransom, there is nothing to be ashamed of or reserved about. Everything he does is unabashed and confident, every one of his words are spoken to be heard, and every action to be witnessed. He knows he deserves to be praised and admired—like a statue of priceless marble in a museum.

Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: ransom

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: layers of cashmere, almond and smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa.

❝ You got me thinking that I was too mean. Well, everything that I say I believe. Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve…. I've been corrupted. And by now I don't need a fucking introduction. ❞ — Halsey, Lilith

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The former Arcadia Phi president and one of the eldest of the fraternity, known as the future lawyer, Andy is crisp and charming with a Boston background. Although he has a strict personality, he doesn’t carry himself with the same sadism as his fraternity brothers.

Andy is a simple man, he wants simple things, and one of those is to be obeyed. He doesn’t take rebellion easily, but a little bratty behaviour can be quite entertaining.

Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: andy

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

| Bucky Barnes | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Bryce Langley | 1st Year, 19 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Colin Shea | 1st Year, 19 | α | Curtis’ little brother

| Nick Fowler | 2nd Year, 20 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Ryan Ackerman | 2nd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team

Live off campus: (not in the Arcadia House)

| Sam Wilson | 3rd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Thor Odinson | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Steve Kemp | 3rd Year, 21 | α | #hc: kemp

𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢:

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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What's Real and What's a Dream

Summary: Curtis gets lost in his memories sometimes, but thankfully you're there to guide him back.

Pairing: Curtis Everett x female!reader

Word count: Unknown, I wrote this on my phone

Warning: PTSD, traumatic memories (not detailed), unprotected sex, creampie, slight angst, fluff

A/N: Well, friends, it's bed time, and we are thinking about Curtis Everett. I didn't think I'd write this, but here we are! I hope you enjoy it!💖

Kisses 💋

—K

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Curtis was in a mood. He was the moment he woke up, his dreams were plagued with the ghosts of his past; the smell of soot, gas, and rot, the incessant hum of the engine. Some days he could forget about it. But other days, he just couldn't keep the memories at bay.

He passed the day in silence, as he usually does when he has an episode. In the beginning, he used to feel bad about shutting down like this, but you'd shown him time and time again that you weren't going anywhere anytime soon. He hated when this happened. It's been years, so why won't the memories just go away?

He sat in his arm chair by the fireplace, a drink in his hand as he watches the flames dance. The soft glow of the fire cast shadows across his chiseled features, they were nothing comapred to the shadows of his mind. You could see the gaunt expression in his eyes, the way they seemed to be glazed over as his mind replays his years of turmoil on a loop.

You slowly approach him, smiling at him softly when your eyes meet. His own small smile reflects back to you, but it's only to be polite, not wanting to leave your sweetness unreturned. You reach for his half-empty glass and set it aside before climbing into his lap. Large hands circle your waist as your arms sling around his neck to pull him into a hug. His head rests on your chest while you rub his back, cradling him into you. You feel his chest rise and fall as he draws in a deep breath, sighing out heavily as he relaxes into your warmth.

After a while, you peel his face from the safety of your chest to look down at him. The fire illuminating the darkness of his mind ever so slightly. You run your thumb over the blade of his sharp cheek bone, your eyes taking in his features once more. Leaning in, you pepper tender kisses all over his face, taking your time. His eyes sliding shut to feel the softness of your lips on his skin, he always loved how soft you are with him.

The next thing you know your lips find his as if second nature. The kisses are unhurried, your tongues gliding across each other, the need to taste and feel simmering below your skin. The hand cradling his jaw pulls him deeper into your kisses, his hands tightening their hold on your hips to keep you rooted to your spot– the subconscious fear that you'd leave him rearing its ugly head once more.

The skirt of your dress hikes up a bit more with each kiss. Curtis' hands leave their perch on your hips to sneak under the hem of your skirt. Your hips instinctively grind into his and the rest is a blur. Clothes are pushed and pulled off in a rush, heated skin pressed together as your hands explore each other's bodies.

The moment your tight heat wrapped itself around his cock in a wet grip, Curtis felt the weight that had been clouding his mind fall away. A heavy sigh and deep groan of relief left his lips as he bottomed out. The stretch of Curtis' length inside you was one you'd always cherish. The slight sting was a precursor to the mind-bending euphoria that was to come, and you loved it. The shuddering gasp and breathy whimper of his name on your lips drove Curtis mad. It always left him wanting more, no matter how many times he heard it, he needed more.

His hips lifted from the arm chair, and despite the gentle pleased moan you gave him, you shook your head. This was about him right now. A searing kiss was all it took to quell any protests Curtis had. You drew your hips up slowly, letting you both enjoy the drag of his cock against your velvet soft walls. You set a slow pace at first, knowing that he needed to feel you around him for as long as he possibly could.

Deep, rich moans filled the room as you bounced on his cock in a dizzying rhythm, Curtis' head tossed back, he's always more sensitive when he's in his moods. You press kisses to the exposed column of his throat, feeling the vibration rumbling in his chest as you fuck him. His voice trembling with pleasure as his moans pour out in an unending stream. He's so close to finishing, his hand slipping between your thighs to rub furiously at your swollen clit.

He loved the way you tightened around him with a broken moan of his name on your lips, your pace faltering before picking up. The bite of your nails digging into his shoulders grounded him, reminding him of what's real, what's important— and right now, making you cum before he did was his top priority.

"Please, please, please, please," he chanted in a gravelly voice, you needed to cum before him, you needed to. Your grabbed his hand to stop him rubbing your clit, your lips colliding with his once more as you fuck him even harder.

"Let go, Curtis," you whisper sweetly into his open mouth, your free hand caressing the side of his face, "let go for me, baby, just let go."

His face crumples as tears prick the corner of his eyes, a loud, broken sob retching from his chest as he cums. You feel the strong muscles of his thighs tremble underneath you, his body going taught as he releases inside of you. He looks like an angel in the fireglow: his head tipped back as he surrenders to the pleasure that wants to drown him, beautiful blue eyes hidden as he screws them shut, his jaw hung open to let out loud moans of unbridled lust, his long beautiful neck exposed and vulnerable to no one but you, trails of tears leaking down the sides of his face, overcome by love and bliss all at once.

You can't help but follow him over that blissful edge, your high carrying you with him as you call out his name. The sound ringing in his ear and reminding him that you were his, and he was yours— and that was real.

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