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babyjakes · 5 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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onsunnyside · 1 year

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I'm so glad you are having fun!

Could we hear something about the bestfriend curtis & ari? <3

thank you bestie and yes ofc !! prepare yourselves, this is basically a whole fic:

ok so i was thinking something like: at first, you were just Nat's best friend, then you got adopted by the whole group, and perhaps developed a little crush on Ari and Curtis (the certified plugs and rugby boys, built like tanks). you've seen them around since you have mutual friends, but you've never spoken more than a sentence or two to them (let's be honest, they're very intimidating). It's Nat's birthday so everyone goes clubbing and what do you know... you're running late so Nat sends Ari and Curtis to pick you up 😳 cue the awkward car ride.

the night ends at Nat's house and oh no, all the beds are taken? That's okay, Ari and Curtis offer to make some room on the tiny futon in the living room. you say, "I don't want you to sleep on the floor," so it's good that they manage to squeeze with you in between. now you're all cozy and snug between two beefy fellas, still drunk and high and trying but failing to pay attention to the movie on the television. you keep rocking your hips and shifting around, unable to forget how they passed you around in the club, kissing you senselessly and grinding against you.

Curtis' hand slips to your thigh, "you just can't sit still, huh?"

You shake your head, whining pathetically into his shoulder. "S-Sorry... I get horny when I'm high." Your body has a mind of its own and rocks into his hand, keeping it snugly against your clothed folds. "Please don't make me stop."

Rough fingers pinch your chin and turn you the other way, Ari's shaded eyes meet yours. "Where do you want my hand, baby?" You don't hesitate to bring his hand to your throat and he smiles, "atta girl. Quit being mean and touch her, Curtis."

so they play with you, Curtis rubs over your panties, telling you to make a big mess for them while Ari experiments with his grip on your neck, and spits into your wide-open drooly mouth. but poor little you, you're too tired !! too sleepy from partying for so long and it catches up to you. they chuckle as you go slack, quiet breaths puffing from your swollen lips. they get you all tucked in and not to be a total whore but... they kiss you goodnight.

You wake up trapped between them, your leg hooked over Curtis' thighs and Ari snug behind you. one thing leads to another and Ari asks if you want to continue, but you have different things in mind: "Can I taste you instead?"

so you kneel between his legs, still a lil drunk/high and mouth against his bulge, "I've never done this before..." you confess, pouting up at him, "can you teach me?"

and he does: "You can lick the tip, just get used to the taste." "T-That's good, yeah, you're doing great, baby." "Spit on it, I like it messy." He groans softly, his hips jerking when your saliva lands on the head before you smear it with your tongue. he wasn't expecting you to ask about his sack, "can I kiss you there too?"

Your nose rubs against his base, "you're s-so big. I love it." He doesn't hold back his moans as you suckle his balls, slobbering all over him, "Know you do—bet you're soaked, huh? Reach a hand down there and tell me how wet you are."

after he cums on your face and you leave to go clean up ("should I brush my teeth?" "Just rinse with water."), he lies back in contentment. "You can stop pretending now. She's gone."

Curtis' eyes shoot open and he grumpily flips around, "you could've tried to be quiet."

"And make her think I wasn't enjoying myself? No thanks."

i also had a few thots about dry-humping, some "better be quiet" fooling around in a washroom, and ofc naughty sexting 🌚

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Imagine if curtis is a criminal/outlaw (roberry, murdering enemies typa shit) and he’s running thru the streets from the cops. He spots your house with the window open nd he jumps thru and finds you laying on your bed using ur vibrator 🫣🫣🫣 and you both end up having some good ass sex while the cops are out lookin for him lol

Nomad!Curtis is such a daddy I frothed over this idea😩 sex with Curtis is always good bestie😏 he's a big beefy man that is obsessed with you what's not to love

༻𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮༺

[warnings!!smut!!dubcon!! murder!!breeding kink!!size kink!! masterbation!!6'5 Curtis!! Nomad! Curtis!! Dark! Curtis!!]

You'd seen it on the news, a man on the run after killing the senator. Everyone was either incredibly happy or was incredibly sad. The senator was advertised as an ideal man for the rich while the poor saw him as a cruel man. You fell into the type where you saw him as cruel. Seconds later a text from your friend snapped you out of the breaking news.

he is so fit! he can't go to prison :(

haha ye.

You replied dryily, not because you disagreed. No rather the fact that you didn't want to be involved in anything political scared that the police might read your texts and arrest you for joining the revolution that was dawning.

You will admit the man was very attractive, well as far as you could see. They had only shown you a blurry clip of the man. He had shaved head and a sharp jawline that was further enhanced by his beard. He was muscular as well, you could tell from the strain in the bicep area of his shirt. Apparently he was 6'5, so many kept an eye out for a tall man.

You sighed and turned the TV off, and headed to bed. It had been an exhausting day. Working at kindergarten was fun but the children and the work could drain you, just like it had today. Too many loud children and little amounts of sleep never mixed well, so you decided to sleep.

As you got changed into your oversized shirt and comfy panties, you layed on your bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn't finding you easy so you had to go to extreme measures. You pulled your vibrator out and took your clothes off. Needing to be fully relaxed to do this. You felt a cold breeze sweep around your room and your goosebumps raised while your nipples hardened. You couldn't be bothered closing your window so you decided to ignore it.

You chose a video to watch and when you found one that consisted of a tall man pounding a smaller woman, you clicked your vibrator on. You opened your mouth already feeling pleasure the second your vibe touched your clit. You lost yourself into a fantasy of a tall man fucking you silly and pressed your vibe harder against you clit. You hole was pulsing begging for something to be in it.

"Ehem." A deep voice surrounded your room and you turned your phone off and clicked you vibe off. You pulled your blankets all the way up and stared at the large, bulky form in your room. You let out a gasp about to scream, when the man moved fast and placed his large hand over your mouth.

You stared into his eyes. An ocean of pain hidden behind the pretty blue. You recognized this was Curtis. The murderer that was on the run. You eyes widened and he narrowed his eyes at you, you pussy getting wetter at how dark and mysterious he was.

"Listen flower, when I take my hand away, you won't say a thing got it?" You nodded your head and he peeled his hand away and stared at you. At smirk spread across his lips and you were in awe at how domainating he could be. You squeezed your thighs together, Curtis stared and watched the shuffling of the sheets from your trying to stop your pussy weeping.

"I didn't mean to disturb my little flower. By all means continue." You stared at him mouth agape. "W-what?" He got up and dragged the chair in the corner of your room to right in front of your bed. "Play with your pretty little cunt for me flower. Help relieve my stress baby." You weren't even thinking as you slowly pulled your blanket down showing him your breasts and then your weeping cunt. He let out a groan as you sat on top of your sheets and spread your legs.

You grabbed your vibe and turned it back on. This time everything was more intense. The forbidden nature of a man on the run watching you abuse your clit was making both you and your pussy drool. "That's it flower. Look at how juicy your cunt is. God makin me fucking hard as rock. What's your name flower?"

You whined your name at him only getting a deep hum back. You heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and stared as Curtis got up. Pulled his trousers and boxers down and revealed his hard cock to you. He moaned your name as he stared at your pussy. "Fuck look at how tight you hole is, it's fuckin beggin me to plug it up with my cock flower." Your toes curled as your climax came closer, "You like that, you want me to fuck you little flower. Want me to make you my little woman huh?" His dirty words and the vibrations on your clit made you explode and you felt the bed shift and your vibe being wripped from your hands and thrown somewhere in the room.

You felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down your pussy lips before he sunk himself all the way in. He groaned as his balls reached your ass. He leaned down and stared at you, brushing your hair out of your face. "So fuckin' pretty you know that. Used to watch you, when you came into the bar dressed all pretty. Fuck now you're all mine." Before you could even ask what he meant with his cryptic words he pressed his lips to yours.

He swirled his tongue around in your mouth and you moaned as you felt his calloused hand travel up to your breasts and play with your nipples. He pinched them and rolled them groaning into your mouth and drowning out your moans. He pulled away, a line of spit connecting the two of you and he took your other nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and flicked it with his tongue. He pulled away a smirk on his lips. He pulled his cock out so only the tip was left in and thrust back in. Your eyes fell into the back of your head and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. You needed to hold onto the mountain of a man or else you'd fall out of the bed from how hard his thrusts were. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

You felt so small and his cock felt so delicious, you were in heaven. When suddenly you saw police lights you cunt clenched around him in fear and he groaned and burried his head in the crook of your neck, still thrusting his cock in you. "Be a good girl and ignore the police flower. Don't want them catching you being fucked by the big bad wolf." He whispered his words through harsh hisses and you could feel your climax growing.

He clumsily placed his calloused hand on your clit and began rubbing frantically. "Come on flower, fuckin cum around the bad man's cock. I'll fill you up, I'm gonna fuckin' knock your pretty ass up. And then I'm gonna take you with me. Gonna be my little wife." You whined you brain long gone and your pussy taking charge instead. You didn't hear his promises, you just felt your orgasm growing closer and closer.

"Gonna make you sit on my cock all the time, gonna have you stuffed all the time too. So be a good. Little. Flower. And. Cum." Your eyes rolled back and you pulled your legs down more, trapping Curtis in your hold. You coated his cock with a cry. Soon followed by a stuttered groan that left Curtis's mouth. You felt something coat your walls and you fell back onto the bed exhausted. You closed your eyes as Curtis leaned down and kissed your head. Whispering promises about keeping you safe and how he'll always take care of you and your future kids.

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Nine

Title: The Headless Horseman

Storyteller: Andy Barber

Summary: A variation of the Headless Horseman.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!! Warnings include but not limited to: soft!dark themes; mentions of decapitations; serial killer; dismemberment; death; implied cannibalism; mentions of alcohol; and mild cursing and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. By clicking on ‘keep reading’, you agree to the listed warnings and that you are over the age of 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, nothing is beta read and any mistakes are my own.

Wordcount: 821

Andy finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on the ground as he spoke up. “I’ve got one. It’s a bit more, hmm, darker than having a stalker or quitting babysitting.” There was a short pause. “No offense.”

“Nope, none taken.” Kate shrugged as she sat back in her seat.

Johnny scoffed as he rolled his eyes to Andy’s comment.

“I like stories a bit on the darker side.” Nick said before he grabbed a poker and started poking at the logs in the fire.

“Go ahead Andy, tell your story.” Yelena said with a wink. “We’ll tell ya if it’s too dark or not.”

“This story takes place decades ago and apparently right here in little, old Knockemstiff. Once there was an evil man named Curtis and he terrorized this town for several years. Curtis was well known throughout the community as he was one of the local butchers. Rumor was that there was more than pigs and cows that he offered at his butcher’s shop. Throughout the years, Curtis was able to get away with a lot and was accused of a lot of things. It wasn’t until decapitated heads started to pop up in the lake and in various crop fields when people started to realize that there was a killer that lived amongst them. Rumors spread throughout the town and people whispered in the streets on who they thought this serial killer was; everyone seemed to agree on who it was but had no actual proof. All one could do was hope and pray that they weren’t the killer’s next victim.

“Months turned into years and it seemed like more and more heads were showing up all over town. It wasn’t until one young woman, who had managed to escape the hands of her would-be killer, that the townspeople got all of the confirmation that they needed. Curtis was their serial killer. When police arrived at his butcher’s shop, they caught him in the middle of dismembering a human body. The police were horrified at the scene before them. Limbless and headless abdomens hung from large hooks and Curtis had an evil grin on his face. He showed no signs of remorse and when the police detained him, he went without a fight. ‘Women tasted the best,’ was all Curtis said as he was escorted out of his shop. His statement sent shivers down the spines of the officers.

“There wasn’t much of a trial, Curtis was found guilty from the start. His punishment was to suffer the same kind of death as his victims, which was beheading. On the day of Curtis’s execution, a rather large crowd formed to watch. The executioner placed Curtis onto a guillotine and when he was given the signal, he pulled the release handle and the blade shot straight down, cutting clean through Curtis’s neck. And that was the end of Curtis’s reign of terror. At least, that’s what everyone thought at first.

“However, the town was continually plagued by Curtis, even after death. A young man was traveling through Knockemstiff, when he swore he was chased by a headless horseman. It was around the witching hour when a horse suddenly appeared on top of the hills nearby. The horse was as black as black could be and had blood red eyes, the traveler had to cover his ears as the horse let out a terrible screech. The traveler was frozen in fear as the horse’s rider held up his detached head before the headless horseman charged after the traveler. A witness claimed that the detached head of the horseman looked a lot like Curtis. A new wave of fear spread throughout town as this new terror came along. The townspeople thought they were rid of Curtis and his menacing ways, but it looks like they were wrong.”

“Still to this very day, when the witching hour strikes, people claim they hear the horrible whining that the horse makes as the headless horseman continues to search for his next victim.”

The wind picked up just as Andy finished his story, causing the group to jump. Everyone thought that it sounded too much like the whine of a horse.

“Man, this town is seriously fucked up. Why do we choose to camp here?” Jake questioned as he glanced around the campsite, looking to catch a glimpse of the headless horseman.

“Because we’re broke college students and this place is cheap.” Ransom replied as if it wasn’t the most obvious reason.

“Plus, it’s kinda become our tradition to come here whenever we decide to camp.” You pointed out before you polished off your hot chocolate.

“Well, I claim the next story. But, I’ll save it for tomorrow night, I think we’ve had enough creepy stories for one evening.” Wanda commented as she stood up and stretched.

After that, everyone slowly made their way to their tents to call it a night.

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Curtis Everret x reader (not on the snow piercer), comfort/ fluff: “You’re baking cookies for me?”

Thank you for requesting for/joining my 500 special <3

I hope you’ll like it!

Prompt: „you’re baking cookies for me?“ with Curtis Everett

That’s an au with grumpy roommate Curtis;)

Warning: implied age gap (reader’s mid twenties and curtis is 34), just fluff and a grumpy Curtis

Curtis has a bad relationship with his family in this.

You spend your college time living in a dorm but after finishing the last year you had to decide: living with your parents or finding a place? You decided on the second option.

It didn’t take long till you found a place but it was an apartment for two and you’d live with a man which at first made you unsure about it but after meeting him you decided to give it a try. He seemed nice, even though very very grumpy.

He wasn’t even that old.

And yet he was grumpier than your grandpa.

You still tried to be friends with him- or at least friendly. Which he didn’t seem to care about. He worked a lot and didn’t spend a lot of time home. You also noticed he spent many evenings in the bar and coming home drunk. He always tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake or disturb you. Honestly, it was sweet. He may be a grumpy guy but he respected you.

„Hey Curtis, you’re home early.“ you smiled, hearing the man entering your shared home. With heavy steps he walked into the kitchen where you were currently putting the groceries away. He watched you for a moment. “Yeah, I’m home early” he mumbled, already leaving the kitchen. He could hear your soft laugh before closing the door to his room.

The thing was, Curtis liked you. You were sweet and caring, always making sure he had something to eat at work, sometimes even preparing meals for him. He didn’t understand why you did it since he definitely didn’t ask for it. You did it anyway.

And it was… really nice. He hadn’t been treated this nice in years. His relationship with his parents was complicated, he didn’t actually talk with them anymore, not really. And love was something that didn’t happen to him. The last time he was in love was probably ten years ago and the relationship ended badly. He got his heart broken and didn’t want it to happen again.

So he pushed everyone away. Closed himself off.

But somehow you walked into his life and broke the high walls around his heart, just taking over his heart like it belonged to you.

He couldn’t have you, that’s for sure. You were younger than him, a few years but you’d probably think he’s too old for you.

Besides, he didn't want to get involved with anyone, so why was he even thinking about it?

Quietly groaning he let himself fall into his bed, burying his face in his pillow. Within minutes he nodded off.

While Curtis slept- at least that’s what you assumed he was doing- you started putting the ingredients together for the cookies your grandmother always baked for Christmas- for your grandpa because he loved them. She always made him smile with these cookies, even though he was such a grump.

Maybe you could make Curtis smile for once too?

You put some quiet Christmas music on, preparing the dough for the cookies. A smile crept over your lips when you imagined Curtis walking into the kitchen, seeing a whole plate with cookies. Would he like them? What if he didn’t like cookies- wait, no, that’s not possible, right? Everybody loved cookies.

After a while you had the first tray ready, putting the hot cookies on a plate. Just when you were putting the tray back into the oven to bake the other ones- yeah, you may have made too much because there’d be enough for at least three other trays- Curtis walked into the room, rubbing his eyes sleepy. “It smells so good” he mumbled, walking closer to you.

A bright smell formed on your lips (Curtis felt his knees go weak at that). “I hope so. I’m baking cookies for you” you added quietly, pushing the plate a bit closer to him.

For a moment Curtis looked at you completely perplexed, like you’d have grown a second head.

Then he slowly looked down at the plate and back at you. His heart thumped and he had to swallow once. Twice. “You…”

He looked down, again, this time feeling his eyes burn which he quickly blinked away. The last time someone did this for him was…. did someone ever bake for him? Probably not.

“You’re baking cookies for me?” he asked quietly, still not believing what you were doing. It may only be baking some cookies to you but it… it was so much to him. It was more than anyone has ever done for him.

A soft chuckle interrupted his thoughts while you gently took his hand in yours. “Of course Curtis. I thought you would like them… and maybe we could eat them together, watch a mo-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence since Curtis walked around the corner and pulled you into a tight hug, holding onto you like you were the last thing keeping him above water.

“Thank you” he whispered into your hair while you slowly put your arms around his waist, slightly surprised from the sudden hug. You two had never hugged before- but you really liked it. “You haven’t tried them yet” you giggled into his chest, feeling the low rumble when he chuckled.

“Even if they were burned I’d still love them”.he slowly let go of you and you could see the blush on his cheeks. He had to be honest with himself- he had surprised himself with the hug too. But he enjoyed it.

Curtis took one cookie from the plate, biting into the warm baked goods. A quiet moan escaped his lips while he closed his eyes to savor the sweet taste.

You saw how a small smile crept over his lips.

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thezombieprostitute · 10 months

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Don’t Like the Cold

A/N: Very, very novice writer. Figured I’d use the @the-slumberparty as an excuse to get myself some practice. Using the trope of “Caught in a Storm” with allusions to “Power’s Out” and “Cuddling for Warmth”. Reader has no physical descriptors. 549 words.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer a week in Jamaica? Hell, I’d even settle for Kentucky, just...Anywhere south of here for Christmas.”

Your boyfriend, Curtis, hasn’t stopped complaining about your choice of holiday plans. You shouldn’t be all that surprised, he has told you many, many times about how much he hates the cold. It was something you tried to understand but kept falling short on. You had asked him to try one Christmas in Michigan with you and, if he still didn’t see the appeal, you’d let him pick the next three vacations.

“A deal is a deal, Honey,” you replied. “Just like when I promised to go with you to Baton Rouge in the middle of August to try to “enjoy” heat and humidity.”

“You did have fun, though,” he smiled. “Just had to buy a lot more deodorant than you’d planned.”

“And now you’re stuck with me in the Upper Peninsula because, dammit, it’s beautiful, secluded, and we can just be together.”

“Yeah, because we’re frozen to each other!”

You scoff at his whining but give him a big hug, “we can always keep each other warm.”

“Curtis, please calm down. It’s just a snowstorm that’ll die down tomorrow.”

“And if the power goes out in the meantime?”

“One, that’s what we have the generator for. Two, we have enough food for three or more days that doesn’t require power to cook. Three, we have a fireplace already lit with enough wood that we don’t have to go out for more for at least a day.”

Curtis kept up his pacing, occasionally looking outside at the nearly solid wall of white. You’d never seen him like this before. “Curtis, seriously, what’s wrong?”

He stops, looks at you and says, “when I was younger, Dad would throw us outside to the elements to teach us to be “tough” or “self reliant” or whatever other bullshit he could think of. Day, night, summer, winter, didn’t matter. We were thrown outside without any kind of resources for at least a full day.”

“Summer time wasn’t so bad. No shoes, no jacket, no problem. Could always find some form of food and water to tide you over. Could cool down in the creek if need be. But winter was brutal. Had to learn how to start a fire with sticks and nearly frozen hands. We had no way of knowing if or when he’d...” He shakes his head.

“Oh, Honey” you exclaim as you hug him close. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this? I’d have happily changed our plans!”

“You just love the winter snows so much,” he whispered as he hugged you back. “I wanted to at least try. For you.”

“Curtis, Honey, I don’t know what to say.” You start to pull away from him but he traps you in his arms. Then an idea comes to you.

“How about we make up some hot cocoa then cuddle up under all of the blankets?”

Curtis smiles fondly as he looks into your eyes. “That sounds like a plan.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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It was your day off and you stopped at the freight yard with a bag full of sandwiches for everyone. You waited at Tanya's desk, chatting with her when Curtis, closely followed by Grey and Edgar made their way inside out of the heat, where the sun glared down while they worked on an antique locomotive engine that had left them all overheated and in desperate need of a break.

Curtis currently sported the beginnings of a sunburn on the tops of his cheeks and forehead which you tutted when he came to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "You are burning."

"Yeah, I forgot to put on sunscreen. Whatcha bring?" He hooked a hand through the bag strap you were holding onto while transferring it into his hold.

"Lunch for all of you." You smiled as you glanced around at the others. "If you want of course? BLT's, chips, and some sweet tea." Everyone was eager to dig into that, Curtis passed along the bag to Edgar who went into the break room, Grey went to find cups for the sweet tea and Tanya started unpacking the bag.

You hung with Curtis privately for a moment, digging out a bottle of sunblock that you rubbed into your hands enough to apply to his face and the tops of his ears, back of his neck. "I'm gonna stockpile this into the truck for you." You tease gently while massaging the last of it through his scalp, feeling the tinge of heat coming from there as well.

"If that means you come to see me every day, I will keep forgetting for the rest of this summer Honey." He winked at you, catching your chin to press a teasing kiss against any more protests you have, which you sighed against his mouth.

"I do have the summer off..." You giggled as his hands slid along the curve of your ass through the sundress, making you swat at him before pulling away, pulling out of his reach. "You are gonna get us in trouble."

"Only if we get caught." He whispered as his arm hooked around you and you pulled him into the break room to sit next to Tanya while Curtis settled in the other free seat.

"After this, you should show Y/N the locomotive were working on." Grey tossed out. "Real piece of history Nam purchased for the yard, a 1920's Dayton. I doubt we will ever get it running properly again but still..."

"Even if we don't, it's still pretty cool." Edgar finished while dumping some chips onto a napkin.

You unwrapped one of the sandwiches for you and Curtis while he poured himself a generous helping of sweet tea for the both of you. "Fun fact, did you know when locomotives were first invented it was advised women don't ride on them because we would lose our uteruses."

Tanya busted out in a laugh, sputtering as she reached for her cup to take a drink while Edgar patted her back to help her before she cleared her throat. "That had to be a damn man that came up with that idiocy."

Curtis on the other side of you shrugged. "I think it's been proven that as far as common sense goes, you women have us beat."

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@autumnrose40 this is the funniest thing I have seen today. HAHAHAHA

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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The Club AU

A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 15 days

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Sweaty Palms 1

Warnings: this fic will include obsessive behaviour, possible non/ducbon, bullying, and other elements which may not be specifically triggered. Please be cautious in continuing on to the story.

Character: Curtis Everett

Summary: You start going to the gym to break old habits, but new things are scary.

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You’ve never been to a gym before. You’ve never been to a lot of places. Crowds are not your forte, public places are your personal nightmare, and strangers make your nervous. Everything makes you nervous.

You can’t hide forever. That’s the conclusion you’ve come to. It's not a very comfortable one for you but if you don’t change, you’re always going to feel like this. Heavy, deflated, lost. It’s hard to put into words the feeling. The world just seems to pass you by, it functions around you, and sometimes you almost believe you’re not really there. Like a ghost, you just watch it without effect.

The extra fifteen dollars a month isn’t too much of a stretch. You can hold off on your Kindle addiction for the expense. That’s another thing, you need to start being smart, more practical with your money.

Planning. That’s something you’re working on. You didn’t come without one. You wouldn’t make it past the door without a set of steps to follow.

You stop by the front counter first. You ask the woman behind it about how to get into the gym. You bought a membership online. She brings up your profile and issues you a membership card, explaining how you can also download the app and register with your member number. You thank her and continue through.

You walk along the first floor, the leg machines and the rowing machines being worked by the regulars. You find your way to the dressing room on the second floor and enter with your head down. You try not to look anywhere but where you need to. You find a stall and change, packing away your street clothes, then go out to find a locker to shove your stuff in.

You emerge with your phone and your new smart watch strapped to your wrist. You glance at the face of it. Your heart rate is already elevated. You unlock your phone and tap the app you downloaded the day before. You flipped through the catalogue of beginners’ workouts but didn’t have any of the equipment to do it yourself. It’s cheaper to just come here.

You go to one of the spaces laid with mats and stop before one of the racks of weights. You stare at your phone in exasperation. You don’t understand, you’re connected to the wifi but the app just won’t connect. You could try on your own but you really don’t know what you’re doing.

Ugh, why did you even bother? This is just another failure. You try restarting the app and then your phone, aware of the activity around you. Does anyone notice how clueless you look?

“Hit it or quit it, little girl,” a man startles you as he brushes by you and grabs a large set of dumbbells, the thirty on the side catching your eye. You shift out of the way and press your phone against your chest, the smooth fabric of your shirt causing it to vibrate as if you tapped the screen. “This isn’t the phone club, it’s a gym.”

“Sorry, I...”

“There’s a cafe across the street, you can go play candy crush there,” he scoffs, “seems more your speed.”

“Must feel real big, huh?” A gritty voice nears from your other side, “real heavy lifting there, pushing around a woman.”

“Huh?” The first man narrows his eyes as he grips the set of dumbbells at his sides and faces the other man.

He’s taller than you, muscular but not too bulky. His head is shaved and a dark short beard lines his jaw. Similar hair peeks out from the top of his tee shirt and dusts his toned arms. He slips past you, inserting himself between you and the gym watchdog.

“Bro,” the first guy sneers, “don’t even start with me. You think you can step up.”

“I’m not stepping up,” the other man defies, “I’m telling you to mind your business. Take your weights and leave her alone.”

“Pfft, this some sort of date? You know, this isn’t the Olive Garden--”

The second man crosses his arms, his back to you as he postures at the other man. He’s silent as he stares him down. You can’t see his face but you can feel the tension roiling off of him. There’s a thick lull as both men stand in a deadlock.

“Got something to say, bud,” the first guy drops the weights and they boom against the floor. You wince and step back, “go on, I could use the work out.”

“I said it,” the second man utters flatly, unyielding as he looms like a wall between you.

“Fucking loser,” the other spits back, “you’re really gonna fuck around for that? Have you seen the skin around her?.”

The man doesn’t respond. He stays as he is, an unmoving sentinel. The other man growls in frustration.

“Fucking chicken shit, why don’t you speak up, dude?”

Still no answer. Just a glare. You clutch your phone against your chest, frozen in horror and confusion. You didn’t mean to start a fight. You hate confrontation.

Suddenly, the man before you jerks as he’s grabbed by the large man. His back hits you slightly and you drop your phone as he latches onto the other man. Everything happens so fast. The man who came to your defence has the other man on his back on the mat in seconds, a knee on his chest as his fists clasp around the top of his tank top. He bends over him and snarls.

“Christ, bro, get the fuck off of me,” the man on the floor shoves on his arm helplessly.

You glance around and notice the audience forming around you. Oh no. You look back to the two men. You step forward and tap the closest man on the shoulder, the one who defended you.

“Please,” you croak nervously, “I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

He turns his head, glancing back at you with powder blue eyes made bright by the dark row of his lashes. He exhales and lets go of the other man. He stands and puts his arm out as if to keep your behind him.

“You really want me to repeat myself?” He sneers down at the other man.

The larger man pushes himself up and scowls, shaking his head and he turns to stalk off muttering, leaving behind his forgotten dumbbells. The other man bends to pick them up and returns them to the rack. You look down at your empty hands then search the floor.

You reach for your phone but it’s plucked up before you. The man brings it up between you and holds it out. You take it with a thank you.

“No problem,” he rasps.

“I... you didn’t have to--”

“That guy’s an—he's not nice,” he corrects himself and drags his hand over his mouth and chin, “I don’t like bullies.”

“It’s my fault,” you shrug, “I was in the way. But er, thanks. I'm... I’m sorry.”

You turn away and look back at your phone. The app isn’t working. It says it needs another update.

“You need help with something?” The man asks.

“I...” you peek at him over your shoulder, “yeah, I... I don’t... I don’t usually... it’s my first time.”

He nods and hums as he steps closer. You face him and show him your phone. You’re jittery as it trembles in your grip. He’s a stranger. Your whole plan was to avoid those.

“I got this app to help but it’s not working,” you frown.

“Try the update?” He points his thick, long finger at the screen.

You tap and keep the phone visible. The app shop comes up and the update button is grayed out. Underneath, italics read ‘this update is not available for this device’. You frown and bring the screen closer to your face.

“It won’t let me,” you pout and flick your lashes, mortified. How are you this helpless? Why did you have to have a witness? Several. You look around, some eyes darting in your direction.

“Hm, well, what are you trying to do? You said this is your first day?” He prompts, “I could... I could help out a little. If you need. I’m no trainer, I just do my own thing but I could try.”

You bat your lashes up at him then look back at your phone. You don’t know what else to do. Your whole plan has fallen apart because your operating system is outdated.

“I... I’m not very... athletic,” you explain, “so I can’t go very fast.”

“That’s okay,” he assures you, “I can go slow.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can figure it out.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he shifts and peers over his shoulder, “but how about I stay close anyway,” he moves and you can see the guy from earlier staring daggers from a chest press, “just in case.”

“Oh, I... I’m sorry,” you tuck your phone into the pocket of your leggings, “I made him mad.”

“Let him be mad. Got nothing to do with you,” he turns back to you again, “I could take you through some stretches and basics; lunges, squats, stuff like that. As best I can.”

“Erm, I guess... I don’t wanna be in the way,” you rub your neck.

“Not in my way,” he says evenly, “lets grab some weights first.”

He directs you to the rack and without a thought you go to it. He approaches beside you as you realise, you didn’t say yes, you didn’t agree to this, but you don’t know what else to do.

“Start with some twos,” he advises, “and if you’re not getting a good burn, we can up it later.”

“Oh, okay,” you grab the dumbbells with the large twos on the side. He grabs the twenties. You feel totally inadequate.

“So let’s get out space,” he backs up and looks around the mat, “here should be good.” He bends and sets down his weights, "for now, let’s put these aside and start our stretches. You don’t wanna pull anything.”

You nod and place your weights beside you. You stand and stare at him. He’s in good shape. Great shape. He makes you even more conscious of your neglect. You already feel breathless.

“I’m Curtis by the way,” he steps forward and offers his hand.

“Oh, uh,” you shake his hand and give your name.

“Pretty,” he says as he squeezes before letting you go. His hand is huge compared to yours and the gap in your strength is obvious just in that small gesture.

“Alright, easy, slow, arms out,” he extends arms, “roll your shoulders and your head, loosen up.”

You watch him and hesitate to follow his direction. You hate that there’s so many people around. You don’t want to look stupid. You’re so ungainly and awkward.

“Try not to think about it too much. We’re all just here to work out, right?” He says and you shy away, embarrassed that he noticed your discomfort. You raise your arms and start the stretches, “good, you’re doing good, angel. Make sure to breath, alright?”

You roll your shoulders and head and blow out a breath. Your nerves are pinging all over and your muscles are shaky. This isn’t what you expected at all. Your plans fallen to pieces and yet, it’s not entirely a lost cause.

“Arms up,” he guides you into the next exercise, “on your toes, reach as far as you can...”

You obey, letting his voice guide you. His deep, calm timber is almost comforting. The even tenor is a stark contrast to chaotic nervously. You can get through this.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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angel's aid. [blurb.]

event | feb '23 blurb night

summary | when the tail-end's chaos gets to you, curtis knows just what you need.

pairing | friend!curtis everett x reader

warnings | me not (ever) really knowing how to write snowpiercer, curtis and reader don't have any established relationship (i imagine they're just friends in this), mentions/depictions of sensory overload and being overstimulated, soft sweet comforting understanding curtis, this seems to be some sort of routine for the two of them- curtis helps whenever she needs it

word count | 474

requested by @brandycranby | for the hc blurb night, maybe curtis + reader being sensory overloaded? 🥺

an | ooooh yes yes yes yes yes thankyou for this request friend!! i was hoping to write soft!curtis for this event and i love this idea so much, i imagine being on that god-awful train would just feel like a literal prison at times so i love the concept of curtis trying to help you through that- i hope you enjoy!! (also thanks so much to my bestie @starksbabie for helping me focus on writing this lol you are such an angel and a blessing i could not do this life without you)

"Come on, y/n- I got you. Almost there."

All you can do is keep putting one foot in front of the other as you trail along behind Curtis, your hand wrapped firmly in his as he guides you through the mayhem of the train car. It's nice to have his hand; it always is- it's something to focus in on, a singular sensation to hold your attention amidst the whirlwind of chaos surrounding you. Warm and steady, his support is tangible.

When the two of you reach your destination: the tiny closet tucked away at the back of the cabin, Curtis ushers you in gently before securing the door behind you. "Alright petal, we made it. You're okay, you're safe."

Your body knows where to go- over to the small makeshift bench in the corner where you can finally collapse into a mess of shaky, uneven breaths. Curtis is down beside you before you can even blink. Not too close, careful not to crowd you in, "Easy, angel," he soothes, "let's get that coat off of you." It's amazing how he knows, he just knows. This is certainly not the first time he's been through this with you. "Can I help?" he asks, not wanting to bring his hands near you without your permission. Trembling, you nod.

His movements are heedful as he eases off your outer layer. Noticing just the slightest improvement in your state after the simple modification, Curtis smiles mildly at you. "There you go, sweet girl. You countin' your breaths for me?" You offer him another nod. It had been surprising the first time he guided you through the breathing techniques; you never would have guessed the cold, rough man would be so adept at aiding in a situation like yours. But if there's one thing you've learned about Curtis over the course of your friendship, it's that he's so much deeper than he might seem. Beneath his grumpy, distant, quiet-and-damaged front, so much empathy and care exist within him.

"You wanna talk, honey? Or not yet? It's okay, there's no rush, y/n." You raise your hand slightly, signaling the need for more time. The man nods understandingly.

"Curtis?" As he glances up at you, a hint of warmth shines in his eyes, his brow softening at the sound of your voice. Swallowing down your hesitation, you ask, "h-hand?"

There isn't a word that could describe the tenderness that graces his face as he stares back at you, there in that dark, lonely closet. "Of course, angel," he coos, taking both of your smaller hands in his. "Just focus on me, sweetheart. Hands and breaths, that's all you gotta think about."

"Hands, breaths," you repeat.

Curtis smiles kindly at you, giving one of your hands a gentle squeeze. "That's right, petal. Doing so good, you're sounding better already."

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Sonny you can’t tease me with the mention of the dry humping best friend ari and Curtis thoughts!! This is torturous😫😫

Curtis invites you over to their apartment (bc yes they're roommates oh my god they were roommates), and shows off all his cool gamer stuff, including a PC he built. You're listening to him talk from his bed, but Curtis doesn't like that, he pats his lap, "c'mere, I wanna show you something." and well... you should've expected something when he answered the door in those damn grey sweatpants 😣

He grinds up into you, one hand on your hip and the other cups your mound through your shorts, "rock back against me—yeah, that's it. Good girl, you're doing so good."

You can barely concentrate on whatever game he was teaching you to play, soft moans flutter from your lips as his skillful fingers rub your tender button.

He groans, eyes locked on your ass, "you're not wearin' panties, baby?"

"No, I didn't want any li-lines underneath." You gasp sharply when he pulls up the front of your shorts, the fabric clings to your wet folds almost painfully, but you love it. You nearly feel him throbbing beneath you, "You're so big, daddy."

"Yeah? Think I could even fit in this little hole?" His arm hooks around your neck, yanking you back into his bare chest. His breath fans against your cheek, "You're so fuckin' wet, bet there's a mess on my pants. You're gonna clean it later."

"Yes I will, daddy, yes." You moan, trying to keep up with his filthy thrusts.

"I wasn't asking, ya dummy." His fingers swipe at your chin, then slip between your parted lips, "look at you, a fuckin' drooling mess—" He chuckles when you gag, "oh, so you can deepthroat Ari's cock but my fingers are too much? You're gonna hurt his ego."

Your eyes shoot open but they snap shut when he smears your saliva all over your face. It's nasty and mean, and you never thought you'd like it but you do, you really do.

"Wait 'till he hears about that, he's gonna cry worse than you right now, baby. But you know what?" He forcefully shakes your head, your cute little whimpers are music to his ears, "he ain't half as pretty as you."

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Curtis size kink 😉

Not only it's an honor, you remind yourself, but you wanted it.

You wanted Curtis for so long, watching him in silence and dreaming of him late in the night, with your fingers buried between your thighs.

And your shy dreams came true when he picked you for his bride, one of the great prizes he was rewarded with for overthrowing Wilford (prizes Curtis took himself, without waiting for anyone's permission).

But now, as you stand before him in nothing but your thin slip; your dirty, torn clothes discarded; you shiver in fear.

Curtis is so big. All over.

You always noticed that he was taller, broader, thicker. Your mind had no problem imagining him in his naked glory when you got yourself off, but it didn't come close to the reality.

Curtis looked at you with amusement, his hand slowly stroking his cock. It was bigger than you imagined. Quite long, slightly curved, with girth you'd have trouble closing your fingers around.

"Come here, little one," he beckoned you with his free hand.

Obediently, you shuffled forward.

"Take this off, please," Curtis tugged on your slip, "I want to see all of you."

When the last barrier between you was tossed away, Curtis released his cock and put both of his hands on your hips. He ran soothing circles with his thumbs, while he slowly dragged his gaze from your face down to your mound.

You gasped, hands falling forward to grip Curtis' shoulders, as he slipped one of his hands between your thighs. He stroked his fingers between your folds, finding you already wet for him.

When he pumped a single digit inside you, you couldn't help the little squeak. Curtis laughed softly at that.

"So tight, little one," he explored your cunt. "Are you afraid my cock won't fit? That's why you're trembling?"

Your nod seemed to please him greatly. His grin was a flash of danger, which you recognized too late to save yourself.

Curtis withdrew his fingers and hoisted you up and over his lap.

"It is too big for a tight, unused hole like yours." He pushed your hips down. You felt the nudge of the crown of his cock against your opening.

"But you will take it, little one."

He forced you lower, sliding inside your resisting walls.

"You'll let me stretch your sweet pussy and learn to take it as often and as rough, as I want."

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Curtis Everett

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boxofbonesfic · 7 months

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Friends, readers, mutuals, I bid thee welcome. (Also if you’re new here, hi!) I am so excited to share my kinktober work with you all, and I hope you’ll take the time out to enjoy the spread I’ve laid out for you! I will be publishing two fics per week for the month of October, all with different kinky themes! Without further ado, here is the masterlist, links will be added as fics are posted! Please be mindful of the warnings, and enjoy!

divider is by @1-800-shedevil

1. 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 - (Teratophilia) Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader

You draw the devil’s coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your people—but you don’t want peace.

2. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 - (Body Horror) Eldritch!Ransom x Human!Reader

The evil that waits at the heart of Drysdale manor defies explanation—and comprehension.

3. 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - (Sensory Deprivation) Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Breaking in his spirited new wife is going to require some rather unconventional methods.

4. 𝐼𝓃 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 - (Overstimulation) Cult Leader!Steve Rogers x Reader

Sharing your body is a small price to pay for enlightenment—at least, Father Rogers thinks.

5. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇-𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 - (Temperature Play) Ghost!Pietro Maximoff x Reader

As you grieve his loss, your lover returns for one final farewell.

6. 𝒟𝓇. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁-𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 - (Bondage) Steve Abnesti x Reader

You can’t forget him, your lover, your friend, your captor. And you’re going to make sure he can’t forget you either.

7. 𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 - (Mind Break) Doctor!Curtis Everett x Patient!Reader

After months of grueling, dedicated work, your doctor finally makes a breakthrough.

8. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎, 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 - (Housewife Kink) Thor Odinson x Reader

After losing your job, your new boyfriend insists on you moving in with him to save money.

9. 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 ✨Mystery bonus story! This story will be revealed after all the others have been posted. Keep your eyes peeled! ❤️✨

#kinktober #boxofbonesfic #kinktober 23 #kinktober 2023 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve x you #steve abnesti x reader #curtis everett x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #bones drabbles #bones fics #kinktober masterlist

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lilacevans · 3 months

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𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ curtis everett x female!reader (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 177 ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: choking, spit, curtis being curtis ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @dreadfulxives18 ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: enjoy my filthy babiessssss. 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠' 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Curtis’ fingers flexed around your throat, each digit pushing into the column of your neck. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as your lungs constricted and begged for air, but the ache between your legs cried for him to squeeze harder.

Your lips parted, letting a needy whimper escape. Curtis chuckled darkly as he bent to press a wet kiss to your open mouth before he pulled back slightly and you watched with wide eyes as his jaw slightly moved, hearing the saliva gather against his tongue as you were forced down onto your knees.

You knew better than to close your mouth, so with the aid of the hand still tight around your throat you tipped your head back. His spit landed with a sick muted slap against your tongue as you were about to swallow, two thick fingers toyed with your parted lips before sliding to the back of your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut which earned you a harsher tension around your neck, making you gag around the digits as Curtis eye’s darkened.

#chris evans #curtis everett #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #curtis everett smut #curtis everett fanfiction #dark curtis everett #dark au #dark verse #pete's place #lila writes #lila's drabbles #pete's place: the drabbles #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett au #dark chris evans

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krirebr · 6 months

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@stargazingfangirl18 I had to access it through my email! Seriously, @staff, you gotta let her out of jail! This is getting ridiculous.

Anyway! You will be entirely unsurprised by which one immediately sparked something, Siri. 😆 But I'll definitely be keeping the other one in my back pocket, just in case. In the meantime, I hope you like this. Thanks so much for the prompt!

Pairing: Soft!dark Curtis x f!reader

Warnings: implied kidnapping, captivity

You'd been sobbing since you woke up. Since you realized this wasn't your room. Wasn't your apartment. Since you'd felt the cuff on your ankle. You weren't sure how long you'd been awake. There wasn't a clock or a window. Nothing to give you any hints about the passage of time, or even the time of day.

The bed was comfortable and the rest of the room was well-appointed but that didn't give you any comfort. You had no idea where you were or how you'd gotten here. So you just let yourself cry.

The door on the far end of the room suddenly opened. On instinct, you cowered against the headboard of the bed. That instinct felt justified when one of the largest men you'd ever seen walked in. He sported a buzzcut and a close-cropped beard. He wore a cozy-looking knit sweater and jeans. He seemed possibly familiar, but you couldn't place him. He smiled gently at you. Then he noticed your tears and his face fell.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, as he sat down on the bed and gingerly pulled you closer. When he saw that you were too scared to resist him, he put you in his lap, his back against the headboard and your head on his chest. "It's alright. You're okay. You're safe. You're okay." One hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, while the other gently carded through your hair. "Shh, it's okay, you're just fine." He kept it up as you cried yourself out.

When you were finally out of tears, you gazed up at him and chanced the question, "Who are you?"

"I'm Curtis, honey. You know me."

You looked at him carefully before it finally hit you. "The diner," you said, "you always sit in the back booth. With your beanie." He didn't say anything, just smiled at you fondly. His hand was still making circles on your back. "What-" you started, scared to actually ask the question. "Why am I here? Why can't I go?"

"Because I saw, sweetheart," he said, "how you haven't been taking care of yourself. Your sad eyes. I saw how much you need me. It's okay now, I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be ok."

You were ashamed as the tears began to fall again, but you didn't know what else to do. "Please," you said, as he put your head back on his chest, starting to coo nonsense again, "please let me go. Please don't hurt me."

"Oh honey, I'll never hurt you," he said, ignoring your first request, "as long as you're a good girl for me. You can do that, right? Yeah, I know, you'll be such a good girl. My good girl."

#curtis everett x reader #soft!dark curtis everett #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x female reader #snowpiercer #drabble #drabble request #ask kris

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