#curtis everett x woc!reader

[dc418writes]

|Hiding in Plain Sight|

✨Pairing: CEO!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

🪄Summary: Curtis has had enough

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, soft!dark Curtis maybe???, cheating (do not condone in real life, however for this plot…👀), mention of past adult happy fun times (everyone please be safe!), fingering (female receiving), verbal abuse, language

🎤: this is my submission for Siri’s Birthday Bonenanza! Happy belated birthday @stargazingfangirl18 !! I hope you had an amazing bday with lots of cake, presents, love, and any and everything else you desire💐🎂!!

Prompts:

Scenario: Babe is doing this for your own good

Dialogue: “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Kink Prompt: possessive!babe, squirting

Trope Prompt: scary,dangerous babe who is only soft with you (Curtis isn’t really dangerous tho, but you’ll see)

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF PICTURES USED as they were found via Pinterest*

At the sudden ‘click’ of the door closing, you’re startled; quickly turning towards the sound to find one of the reasons you felt the need for space from the festivities downstairs. Dressed in all black - from the button up spanning his firm chest to his impeccable slacks and polished designer shoes - it’s as if he walked straight out of GQ how dashing and handsome he looked.

Then again, when did he not?

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” His deep voice never fails to send tingles shooting down your spine. Have you embarrassingly willing to move at his command if he gave it.

“It’s okay. I-I should probably get back anyway.”

“To get ignored by your husband some more?,” he asks just as you pass him. His words make you pause with your shoulders just mere inches apart.

“Curtis..”

“He’s so busy smiling in everybody’s face and trying to be buddy-buddy with my associates, he hasn’t even noticed his own wife is gone. Then again…maybe he doesn’t want to.”

You didn’t want to come tonight. Tired from work and not in the mood to fake laugh at middle aged men who thought they were funny, you practically begged your husband to leave you home.

“You’re so fucking selfish you know that? This is my chance to make necessary connections to very important people.”

“Then you go Wes! Me being there won’t change that.”

He only kissed his teeth, tossing one of your purses at you and not caring of the scattered contents he left. “Be ready by 6 or I’ll get you ready myself.”

It was foolish to hope things would be different this time. You should know Wes would never arrive at anything having to do with business without his self proclaimed ‘good luck charm’. His trophy wife he used to sell this illusion that he was the man that had it all, so rejecting him would only hurt you.

And that’s not to say your husband didn’t deserve success - he was brilliant in his own right. It’s why Curtis himself decided to invest in Wes’ company and was his highest investor to date. But he saw past the illusion, and quickly saw the man he really was.

Which is how your complicated pairing began.

As he steps closer you hate how your body responds: eagerly ready to cave at the closest feeling of home. The bourbon - his favorite - practically being tasted in your own mouth as the smell wafts from his pink lips so close to yours. It mixes well with the spice from his cologne only making your head begin to swim and want to suffocate yourself in his neck.

His thick finger reaches out to trace the delicate gold chain on the necklace perfectly sat just below your collarbones. The small diamonds not equally spaced apart, but set in such a way it reminded you of twinkling stars in the night sky. It’s simple, but fitting for you. You were never the type for lavish jewelry that could blind someone a mile away, and from your short time together Curtis knew that.

“Knew it’d look beautiful on you,” he whispers letting the pad of his finger carry further until he was skimming your collarbone and causing you to shudder.

“I’m still married,” you practically have to force from your soul trying to stop your body from pressing against his. Stop your brain from turning to mush so he could have his way with you. Again.

His jaw ticks. “Why, I don’t know.”

“Curtis please, okay? Besides, you’re supposed to be celebrating.” He gently nods letting the rest of the brown liquor drain down his throat - your eyes shamefully following the bob of his Adams apple and missing how it felt under your lips.

“Fine,” he breathes closing the remaining space so you have no choice but to clutch his shoulders to stop from losing your footing in your heels. Not that he’d let you fall from his muscular arm around your waist. His mouth lowering impossibly closer that depending on what either of you said, your lips would brush. “Celebrate with me.”

“I-I don’t think your date would like that.” Were you angry when you saw the onyx haired beauty on his arm? Far from it. Did you guiltily wish her butt length, model-esque hair would catch fire when she passed one of the candles on the various tables so she’d have to leave? Maybe.

“Here I was thinking I was the jealous one.” And there was that smirk that briefly showed the hidden mischief in this man carved by God himself. “Yes, she’s my plus one, but would be more interested in you than me. Not that I blame her.”

“I still can’t,” you whisper letting your nose tap against his. Slowly but surely you feel yourself becoming drunk off his presence and that will to stand strong diminishing.

“Can’t or shouldn’t?”

At that you’re stuck. Now solely focused on his lips and so badly wanting - needing - to taste them again. Curtis grins realizing this himself. “My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

“Wha?” You should feel embarrassed, but as the air from his nostrils fan your face it only seems to make you needier. And when he brings his hand up to caress your cheek, there’s nothing that can stop you from leaning into his touch. Even between your legs you feel that pulse begin to grow in urgency.

“Look me in the eyes,” Curtis begins slowly, “and tell me you don’t want me. That you’re done. You’ll never hear from me again.”

You try, genuinely try to maintain eye contact but his stormy blues dilated with lust and longing only overwhelms you. Overwhelms you in that you should be good and say you don’t, leave, and act as if none of this has happened but you don’t want to. Curtis has easily become a part of you that you can’t let go and truthfully refuse to do so.

In a blink, your lips are frantically crushing against each others. His tongue smoothly, yet still eager, to reclaim your mouth after being away for so long. Your mind quickly enters that haze you only seemed to experience with him, unable to realize your body is being guided somewhere until you’re perched on the edge of a wooden desk. Your hands gripping the back of his neck while his push your pastel blue mini dress up past your hips leaving your lower half exposed to the cool air of the room.

Finally needing to breathe, his lips descend to your jaw then your neck causing you to whine his name wanting more of his mouth on yours. A quiet “shh” is the only warning you get before his hands are spreading your thighs to find a steady growing wet spot on your panties. His fingertips immediately reach to tease along your waiting slit watching as you squirm and moan.

“My needy girl. Probably been forever since he’s touched you like this huh? Made you feel good..”

The back of your head softly thuds against the wall as you lean back on your elbows. Letting yourself get lost in his touches and how his thumb circles your little button through your thoroughly soaked underwear.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Know how much I’ve missed you and those little noises you make when you take anything I give you,” he huskily states nipping your earlobe. “My fingers. My tongue. Fuck, and when you take my cock..?”

“Curtis,” you gasp nearly ready to guide his fingers inside you yourself to get that relief you now crave. As always, he knows what you need bringing your delicates swiftly down your legs to circle his middle finger around your dripping hole before plunging deep. The extended moan from your lips directly hitting his cock and making his pants feel tighter.

His ring finger soon joins as they steadily pump in and out. Not having been intimate with your own husband for a while now, you feel pathetic already being so close. Curtis can feel it too, as you clutch and squeeze.

“Should be ashamed of himself not taking care of you like you need. You deserve to be filled all day, every day. Filled to the point you can barely walk without feeling me drip down your legs. That what you want? To be filled with me?”

Your hips buck and grind on their own nearly riding his hand as your skin heats and sweat pricks your forehead. “Y-Yes! Yes Curtis please!,” you moan. His words hitting some deep seated, feral part you didn’t recognize but welcomed while palming your breast.

His mouth catches your scream when he adds a third finger. The room filling with your little “ah ah’s”, squelches, and the knock of the desk against the wall how you bucked to keep up with his fingers.

“Shit, might not ever leave the house. Just keep you by my side always wet and ready. Take you in every room and have you screaming for me.” He palms at the front of his slacks picturing your nude body bent over the counter. Or spread on the table for him and him only. “Or let you ride me and take what you want. Like that night after dinner.”

The way your toes curl and back arches he knows you’re seconds away now. Just needing that extra push to have you a twitching, trembling mess.

“Curtis I-I…please Curtis…Curtis!” Twisting his wrist just slightly to the right, he easily finds your spot as he firmly rubs his palm against you swollen nub making you gush down his hand and onto the hardwood below - a splash or two even finds the top of his shoe. It’s almost like a steady stream as it keeps flowing with every push of his fingers and Curtis can’t help but curse before finding your mouth again.

When you whimper and try to back away he knows it’s too much, slowly halting his movements before removing his hand. Automatically, you’re reaching out for him - needing some grounding force after what felt like your body floating to space - and he gladly lets you wrap your arms around his middle. Your face diving to his chest trying to hide your overwhelmed tears while he rubs your back with his clean hand.

“Did so good for me sweetheart. You feel alright?” You nod, turning your head just enough to catch him suck your release from his fingers; moaning from the taste. “Still so sweet,” he mumbles to himself and you swear you feel a small trickle of release escape your hole from that alone.

Your little bubble of ecstasy is quickly popped when the door opens reminding you of the party downstairs. Curtis shields you the best he can, but your dangling legs can easily be seen.

This makes it easy for Wes to recognize you. His face turning from amused shock at finding the always stone faced Curtis Everett with a woman to anger now realizing you were the moans and screams the men whispered about downstairs.

“The fuck are you doing up here?!,” he shouts making you scramble to get off the desk. Curtis still shields you with his back as you right your dress. Not only for your modesty, but to silently warn Wes he wouldn’t dare stand down.

“W-Wes I can explain-,”

“This was your plan the whole time huh? Use me to get to someone better..”

“No, I..I just-,”

“Just what? Accidentally ended up here with him?! Accidentally let him do whatever?” Now you were gathering a bit of a crowd, only increasing your anxiety.

“Wes please..”

“Please what?! Move on from you being a whore who opens her legs to any man she can get ahead with?!”

“Hey! Watch it,” Curtis warns stepping closer to a slightly drunk Wes.

“And after everything I did for you? Gave to you?!”

“You act like I asked for those things.”

He simply shakes his head before focusing on Curtis. “You know what, good luck with that one. Just a lazy sack that only wants to lie on her back. Can barely do that either always complaining-,”

Curtis didn’t let him finish quickly gripping Wes by the back of his neck making him kneel before you and everyone peeking through the open door. He tried to wiggle free and thrash, but Curtis just tightens his grip controlling Wes as if he was an animal handler trained to do this. Like he’d done it plenty of times before.

“You say you’re the one who gave her everything? Way I see it, you wouldn’t have had everything to give without her. Without your lovely wife, I would’ve already cancelled our partnership leaving you high and dry probably on fry duty at some fast food place. So I suggest you humble yourself pretty fucking quick.”

He seemed to get the message, remaining mostly still besides his back rising and falling from his unsteady breathing. “Matter of fact, I say you thank her.”

Wes is quiet, until Curtis jabs him in the ribs causing him to howl in pain.

“She’s waiting!”

“Th-Thank you! Thank you!,” he shouts sighing in relief when Curtis lets him go.

“Cmon,” he mumbles grabbing your hand to lead you past your husband. Past the vast crowd of people who dared not get in his way.

“W-Where are we going?,” you ask trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“Home.”

“But..but I-,”

Swiftly, he turns catching you against his chest with fingers gently gripping your chin so you’d be sure to hear him. “Home can be my place or yours and he gets put on the street, you choose. Either way from this point on, I’m not letting you stay away from me.” How could you argue with that? Especially now when he was using that commanding tone paired with that intense gaze making your core spasm. “Which one?”

“…Yours.”

He simply kisses your forehead leading you outside to retrieve his car from valet.

As for Wes, he was in for a rude awakening Monday morning when he’d be served an eviction notice saying his office space now belonged to Everett Co., minutes before he was served divorce papers already signed by you and your wedding ring.

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Not gonna lie, I’m a little iffy about the ending but still I hope everyone enjoys! Also check out the other stories from this challenge as well💕!

[cevansbrat0007]

...all the trio girls sync up (their periods) and decide to camp out in one house without telling their partners because they've decided their boys are being too mean

FYI, I have written this down for future ideas. I just love it so much. Because that is exactly something they would do. Those poor Daddies have no idea what they're in for.

[emerald-evans]

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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[needlereads]

Good Taste

Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Warnings: 18+, short!reader, size kink

I'm thinking of Curtis discovering you bring out a size kink in him that makes him equal parts melt for you and feral for you.

You and Curtis have been spending time together over the course of a couple months. One night, he is getting settled into his bed and realizes he thinks about you often. In the morning (wanting to hear the soft 'good morning' from you), on the weekend (when he wonders where you are and if you miss him), after work (when he itches to feel you), etc.

Lucky for him, you're receptive to his wooing.

Curtis is highly aware he's been bestowed a blessing -- he gets to kiss you, make you laugh, bask in the little pleasures of life with you.

He grows greedy for more of you. And it's not too long before Curtis, enjoying a hug from you, peers down at you and feels his chest grow warm at how short you are next to him. There's this constant ache in him. It ranges from pride at getting to scoop you up so he can soothe your anxious thoughts with cuddles; the giddy flutters at the adorable sight of you in his sweater; the unrepentant urge to make you surrender to his debauched mind in his bed.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. He's constantly got a hand on you when you're out and about. He loves wrapping his arms around you, creating the perfect cradle to soak you in, to be close to you. He adores snuggling with you in his lap, daring the world to try and make you unhappy.

Then there are those times when Curtis can't help himself. He lifts you so your legs wrap around his waist, your soft little body trapped and feeling so good against his.

He'll wrangle you over a shoulder, your weight a happy treasure to be enjoyed in whatever ways he desires.

You're pinned underneath him, gasping while he devours you, while he grips your curves and makes you take him -- because you make him feel so damn good, because you are clinging and pleading for more, because he can.

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021-begging/dumbification⛓

—i got you begging baby please...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Mob Boss!Curtis Everett x woc!reader

Summary: Curtis gets to you like no one else does, even when he shouldn't

Word Count: 500

Warnings: general language warning, dumbification, begging, unprotected sex, clothed sex.

A/N: DAY NINETEEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Your head falls back with a thump against the wall that Curtis has you pressed against. Your pencil skirt is bunched up around your hips and your blouse is unbuttoned, you know that if anyone were to walk into Curtis’ office right now there’s no explaining the compromising position that the two of you are in. You also know that Wilford would have your head if he knew about his high-priced lawyer letting his worst enemy fuck her absolutely stupid. You hardly believe you let yourself get into this mess yourself, a high powered attorney like yourself should know better and yet the pull to Curtis had been inevitable.

He’s powerful, demanding, and always in control. It’s something that you enjoy about him, likely more than you should because Curtis is the only one that can make you feel this mindless and reduce you to begging.

“C’mon gorgeous, thought you were supposed to be smart. Use your words, tell me what you want.” He says, and the condescending tone he uses just makes you mewl and clench around him tighter. He groans at the feeling, head dropping so that he can mouth at your neck. “Beg for me, gorgeous. Can you do that for me, or did I fuck all the thoughts out of that dumb baby brain of yours already?” All he gets out of you is another moan, and you clenching so tight around him that it makes him lose his rhythm for a moment. Curtis curses under his breath, hips snapping forward hard enough to make your ass bounce off of the wall that he has you up against.

You try to form words, yet nothing but your cries of pleasure escape you. Your hands grip tight against his shoulders as you pull him in closer, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss that’s all teeth and tongues. You break away with a curse, your lust blown gaze meeting his as you let him fuck you hard enough that you’re sure the wall will be dented by the time the two of you are done. “Please, Curtis...please, wanna cum. Make me cum, please.” You pant out, begging him the way you know he likes. Curtis growls against the curve of your throat, teeth nipping at your skin as he sucks a bruise into the delicate flesh.

“There she is, I knew you could fucking do it if you tried hard enough.” He taunts, that condescending tone making you clench tight around him again. “My gorgeous dumb girl,” He continues, smirking at your moans. “I know, I know...just can’t help but go all dumb on me when I’m stuffing you full��a cock, can ya?” He picks up the pace then, his thick cock hitting you at all the right spots with each thrust and it has you cumming for him with a scream. Curtis lets a string of curses fly past his plush lips, chasing his release until he’s spilling inside you with a loud groan.

[bluemusickid]

Can I request dark Curtis? 🥰🥰🥰

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

Pairing: CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

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

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

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Enigmatic Illusions

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

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

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

"Come in, Edgar."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's the new PA-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Misc Masterlist

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ransom Drsydale

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Crush*

Tease*

In Like*

Colin Shea

Boyfriend*

The Music or the Misery (Masterlist)

I Miss You*

Ari Levinson

Besties* & Friendly*

Fallen*

Freak*

Why Not Both? (featuring Colin Shea)

Jake Jensen

Petunias*

First Date*

Roger Rabbit*

Curtis Everett

Safe and Sound*

crushcrushcrush*

Johnny Storm

Rude*

Ryan Ackerman

Action*

Sandy*

Lloyd Hansen

Dangerous Woman

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: softdark!assassin!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A/N🎤: hello☺️! This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 Writing Bonanza✨! Congrats again on 3000 followers👏🏾👏🏾!! I hope you - and everyone else who reads - like what I put together!

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

AU: assassin, Trope: one night only, Dialogue: “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want”

Taking a deep breath, you stand smoothing your white tennis skirt down against your thighs before making your way to the ridiculously handsome man your friends pushed you into talking to.

“Girl take a chance for once!”

“I-I don’t want to bother him. Plus I’m sure he already has someone,” you replied nervously holding your hands in your lap. From your quick glances his way, he seemed unimpressed with everything - and potentially everyone - around. Content and enjoying his solace.

“Well you won’t know unless you ask,” your other friend countered in a sing-song manner fluttering her newest lash extensions.

Now here you were nearly to the corner booth in the dimmest part of the bar with your fruity cocktail in hand as your pink, strappy heels tapped against the floor. The stranger’s eyes locked with yours as he sips his own glass tumbler half filled with a brown liquid. How his tongue peeks out to collect the small droplets left, paired with the corner of his mouth tilting in the slightest smirk, leaves an involuntary flutter in your lower abdomen that carries down into your core.

Your cheeks - and overall body - warm as you finally reach your destination. “H-Hi.”

He gently bows his shaved head, “Hello.”

“Sorry to bother you. M-My friends and I made this pact to try new things this year and mine is to walk up to a guy I’m attracted to since I don’t really do that so here I am…”

“I’m not surprised.” You feel your mood fall at his words and embarrassment swell in your chest. How foolish of you to think you could do this? That you had an ounce of sex appeal or confidence like those other girls you saw easily able to grab any man they wanted. It’s exactly why you stayed to yourself. Your ultimate fear of rejection keeping you rooted in your seat or at home.

“O-Oh?,” is all you can muster feeling even more stupid that you didn’t even have a solid retort.

“As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure you always have men coming up to you. No need for you to do any work,” he explains making a shy smile spread along your glossy lips and relief soothe the uneasiness of your stomach. He extends his hand to the seat next to him motioning for you to join him, which you gladly take with a quiet “thank you.”

“Truthfully, it’s my friends that get all the attention. Guys usually just walk past me to get to them.”

“Nothing against your friends, but sounds like those boys were idiots,” he firmly states before taking a last pull of his drink to finish it. The tic in his jaw as if he’s bothered by those other men even though he doesn’t know them. As if he’s annoyed at just their mere mention. “Then again, should probably thank em for allowing us to meet huh?”

At that, you seem to lose your train of thought immediately letting your eyes fall to your lap again so giddy from his words. A brief silence falls over your table, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest. Finally peeking up again, his ocean eyes - and overall expression - turn a bit softer, which doesn’t help the butterflies erupting in what feels like your whole body.

“Shit, sweetheart you got me forgetting my manners. Curtis,” he introduces in a deep drawl that sends tingles up your spine. Holding his hand out, you notice intricate, black ink along the back of his hand and knuckles - in a design you can’t exactly make out - that looks to extend all the way up his arm covered by his black long sleeve shirt. You feel guilty for it, but you let your mind wander to how far it exactly goes. To his solid chest? His, probably, perfectly sculpted back maybe? Across his firm pecs and down to his abs you could visibly make out through his shirt?

The longer your mind imagined, the more that itch to find out grew stronger. And when you placed your hand in his - noting just how much larger it was than yours, not to mention stronger - you knew you were done for.

“Y/N.”

•

It’s pitch black when you finally awake to the quiet room. The side of your face pressed into the vanilla bourbon scented pillow below you - the same one Curtis had you drooling, moaning, and pleading in majority of the night.

The way he wrung your body exhausted pulling orgasms one after the other - you honestly couldn’t remember the exact number from your brain turning into mush after the second - you’d think he created you. Molded you with his own hands and knew just where he hid that special spot inside you. Then again, maybe it was just from you being..well..out of commission for some time.

Slightly lifting your head, you finally notice you’re lying by yourself in his king sized bed. The sheets pulled up to cover your back and keep you warm.

Additionally, just how quiet it is around you as if you’re the only one there period.

“C-Curtis?,” you hoarsely call out hoping he just journeyed to the kitchen or even another room for a call. Having a house so extravagant, clearly he had to do something highly important that took most of his time.

But you’re met with silence, causing the once tired smile along your lips to falter.

You thought he really liked you. That he would’ve wanted to see you again sometime and maybe grow into something more. “That’s why they call it one night stand,” you mumble to yourself feeling the crack in your heart spread bit by bit as you slide from under the warm covers to collect your things.

It seems like your stomach becomes queasy again with every piece of clothing you put on; making you study your earlier conversation trying to discover any missed signs or warnings. Of course you still didn’t see any, only making you feel foolish and ashamed all over again.

Heels clacking and echoing throughout the home, you’re too busy reserving an Uber on your phone to notice Curtis standing in front of the main door until you nearly run into him. A startled scream pushing from your lungs as one hand lands on your chest and the other drops your phone to the hardwood floor.

With his black top and black pants, he looked as if he’d been in combat having hand guns hanging from the harness strapped across his upper body. Black gloves covering his hands, and red dots splattered along his face match the dripping streaks on his top that are undoubtedly blood.

His expression, hard and stoic, causes an increase in your heart rate now nervous and confused as to what happened to his overall state let alone the change in his mood.

“What happened to you?,” you quietly ask.

“Nothing you need to worry about. And that’s also the first and last time you ask about my business, got it?” His harsher tone has you slightly flinching; taking a step back as you gently nod your head.

“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t mean-,”

“Pretty sure I left you asleep,” he retorts removing his gloves.

“I was looking for you a-and I saw you were gone,” you stammer wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought-,”

“That this was over? Oh sweetheart you’re too cute.” His words should have you jumping for joy and excited, but his deep chuckle - more menacing than comforting - causes an unwelcome sinking in your gut.

One swift stride forward with his long legs, and Curtis catches your chin in his hand pressing his fingers into your cheeks hard enough to make your plump lips pout and a surprised whimper to leave your heaving chest. You had no choice but to face those blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place; only worsening your nerves.

“I’ll let you know now I’m hard to get rid of,” he whispers ghosting his lips over yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want. Who I want.”

You remain quiet - as if you could even try to fight - letting his grip loosen until his fingertips drag from the side of your neck to your collarbone making you shiver. Your body still somehow willing to give in to this man who surely was more dangerous than you could imagine.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna get out these clothes and you’re gonna help me clean up in the shower. I’ll put you back to sleep then order breakfast for us in the morning, where you’ll rightly apologize for trying to leave in whatever way I see fit until our food arrives. Understand button?”

You need to fight. Any logical person would scream and shout to the heavens punching and kicking past the point of exhaustion in this situation. Yet you were stuck. Partially from fear of not knowing what Curtis was truly capable of, and partially from your greedy core loving that idea. You could feel the light throb and arousal begin to leak from you making your thighs clinch.

Of course he notices too from the smug smirk on his lips. “Y-Yes,” you softly answer.

“Good girl.”

Who would’ve thought your first - well almost - one night stand would be your last?

[cevansbrat0007]

Too bad our favorite trio of Brats forgot to mention that the concert is actually in Manhattan, Kansas - not New York. Oops//

OOPS! Oh baby girls you are in trouble!

Forget my favourite AU!

They are gonna be in so much trouble. But honestly, sometimes these Brats like to light a match, sit back, and watch the world burn.

It's part of their charm. At least that's what they like to tell their Daddies.

The Daddies every time the girls are back on their bullshit:

[late-to-the-party-81]

No, officer. I haven’t seen him at all……

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.

[emerald-evans]

😏

modern curtis au

a/n - I had a whole backstory to this and ended up deleting it so we could get to the smut faster LOL. this is hella unedited, but I hope you enjoy hehe <3

warnings - smut. slight fluff. 18+. minors do not engage.

ps. I have always envisioned curtis being a man that is really fucking good at using his hands.

He worked hard, your dear husband. Despite managing over 30 workers below him, Curtis made a conscious effort to lend his services wherever he could. In honesty, it was all he knew. It was all he thought he was good for. You knew he felt this way too. It was difficult fighting his internal demons. Without disclosing much detail, you knew he was not awarded with the same love and affection a young boy needs growing up. It was easy for him to retreat into himself.

Yes, your husband was good with his hands. But so were you.

It didn't take much to bring him back to you, really. Some lingering touches to the back of his neck as you lightly kissed his soft lips, your shared room illuminated by the soft glow of the morning sun behind your curtains. Slowly moving your hands lower to glide down the firm expanse of his chest, barely teasing his nipples with the tips of your fingers. His breath hitched. Continuing your trek down to his abdomen, you began to gently scratch at his sensitive hips. Just a few swipes and you felt him shutter under your finger tips. "Baby, please", he manages to rasp out.

No, you weren't a sadist. But something about feeling your husband's throbbing cock against your hip as he began to beg you to touch him, ignited something devious inside of you. You knew you had to draw this out as long as possible. Gently moving him to lay on his back, you began to kiss down the length of him. Starting from his neck, then behind his ears, and all the way down his torso. At the same time you began to slide fingers up and down his thighs, occasionally gripping his thighs to massage the thick muscle.

"What would you like me to do, honey?". Amusement evident in your voice.

Ok, maybe you were a bit of a sadist.

"Just touch me. Please just fucking touch me." He almost whines out.

"I am touching you, baby. Would you like me to stop?". You chuckle.

"NO. Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop touching me. I need it, need you. Need your mouth." You could see the sweat starting to dot against his eyebrow and the furrow between his brows as he begs you to please him in the way only you can.

Your patience was also running thin. His cock was inches away from your face, straining against his pyjama pants, tip leaking from arousal. Still, you gently lowered his pants and allowed his engorged cock to spring free. The darkened tip awaiting your soft mouth. You first took him in your hand, breathing in his musky scent. Feeling the weight as he keened above you, gripping onto the sheets. Finally, you drew your tongue along the underside of his cock until you reached high enough to flick the sensitive frenulum. Relishing in sharp gasp it earned you, you brought your other hand up to cup his balls. After a few tugs, you suddenly took him into the soft confinement of your mouth. Curtis cried out as his hands found their way into your hair. You began to bob your head down his length while your tongue continued to massage underneath him, his hands gripping your curls. Moving your hands past his balls, you began to gently massage the perineum.

"Oh, oh fuck, sweetheart." His grip tightened on your hair and you hollowed your cheeks.

His hips started to buck, forcing more of his length in your mouth. You softly gag and you worked through taking him in the back of your throat. Speeding up, you continued to massage his balls as he began to fuck into your mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck i'm gonna cum. Gonna fill your mouth. Wanna taste it on your tongue." He slurred out as his mouth began to slack. You felt him twitch in your mouth before he shoved into you for the final time with a deep groan, swallowing the ropes of his cum as they coat your throat. You stayed there for a moment, relishing in the way his mouth hangs open and his eyes shut, as he struggled to regain his breathing. Taking the softening length out of your mouth, he lazily smiled down at you. He didn't always say much, his eyes displaying enough emotion to make your heart beat a little faster every time he looked at you.

His hands cupped your jaw to bring you closer, holding you near him for a moment. He continued to gaze into your eyes before he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Your hands slid against him, gripping his arms as the force of the kiss takes your breath away. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, tasting the remain of his seed. You sigh into his mouth as you two part.

Laying your cheek against his chest as his arms wrap around you, you see a small grin appearing on his face and he holds you against him. Looking back down, you shut your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his skin against yours, heart content as you bid your lover a good morning.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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Steve Rogers ✨

Shock and awe by @buckys-darling

Steve Rogers x Reader

Salvation by @wayward-blonde

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Sweet spot by @ltbarnes

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x reader

Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby

Florist!Steve x Reader

Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader

*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow

dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Summer daze by @ambrosiase

ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader

This is for us by @barnesafterglow

camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader

Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight

DBF!Ari x Reader

Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan

Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito

Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

He knows by @andysbubba

andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

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Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

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Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

Bed of Roses || dark!Clark Kent x Reader

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Lumberjack!Curtis! It’s a small town, made smaller by the fact that you’d grown up there, you know everyone—including Curtis. He’s a transplant, but the other locals like him well enough, even your brother, and he doesn’t normally take to outsiders. But you—you’re the only one he trusts enough to mind things while he’s gone, visiting family, he says. And who could resist staying in the handsome town loner’s home, watering his plants?

Certainly not you.

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Title: CROSSING INTO MIDNIGHT

Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Content warnings: soft!dark, implied dub-con, implied kidnapping

“Do you want a ride to Everett’s house?”

“No, I’ll walk.” You loved walking when the summer sun floated close to the horizon these August evenings.

“Try to help straighten things up around his place. Shift manager has been running us ragged at the yard.”

“I will,” you promised. “You get home and relax. I’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow.” 

Your brother fixed his cap over his hair. “Alright. Don’t dawdle.”

You hummed in response, accepting his quick peck to your crown on his way out of your apartment. 

One more lookover of your backpack full of essentials, and you were all set to head out.

You welcomed the weekend by breathing in the warm air, admiring your neighbors’ floral beds as you strolled along on your way. The cherry trees that lined your block delighted your sight with bright red fruit complimenting the verdant branches that you loved about the season. 

You looked forward to your week house-sitting for Curtis. You sympathized with him, having to mediate his family’s conflicts so that he couldn’t even take a break after the long work hours at the lumber yard. 

But you couldn’t help the lightness filling your stomach, anticipating your solitude in his little house. 

When Curtis moved to town and claimed the run-down house, folks raised their brows at his polite but clear resistance to assistance with the renovation. The renovation hadn’t been flashy, no accent colors, no grand additional wings. People assumed he had too much pride to admit he wanted help and had given up with minimal updates to the house. 

But you adored the changes Curtis had made. You liked the way his home felt nested into the hill. He had established a garden in the back, much to your pleasure, he actually accepted as much of your help in scaping the garden as you had time to offer. 

Being a renter yourself, there was something beautiful and freeing to you about waking up to a quiet home without neighbors making noises through shared walls; stepping out onto a private garden with a cup of coffee and not worrying that you were hogging your apartment’s public green spaces.

Using the spare key Curtis gave you, you let yourself in and sighed, smiling at the houseplants you were in charge of this week. There were the reliable, hardy plants set on the floor that you danced around; the juicy succulents that lined kitchen windowsills; various leafy ornaments, and your favorite jade plant in the center of the dining table. You smiled, seeing Curtis had traded out the jade’s plain white pot for a bright yellow ceramic planter.

You knew it was silly, that Curtis had not planned his home around your preferences. That’s why lately, you felt sharply embarrassed when you ran into him around town. Because not only did you like to relax here – lately, you found yourself playing house. It was harmless, and ridiculous, and you wouldn’t ever give away to Curtis the effect he had on you, how you had developed a crush and sometimes dreamed, only in the stillness of a setting sun, dreamed that you belonged in this little haven he had created, with him. 

This very evening, perhaps no more than one hour after you fell asleep, your eyes opened. In the guest bedroom, you felt nearly suffocated, hot all over. 

After collecting yourself, you groaned. Images from your subconscious clung like frayed threads to the backs of your eyes, shadows of lust and domination -- and the prominent alluring figure of Curtis featuring so strongly in your dreams. Where had that come from? 

Your crush on Curtis had manifested mercilessly in your dream. Panting, you closed your thighs tight, embarrassed even alone, with the burning touches that your mind had conjured this night. It was only your mind playing tricks, yet you could still feel it, the Curtis from your dream pressing you into the bed, your flesh bitten by a remnant heat, as though the man of your dreams had truly touched you.

Flipping the cover aside, you grabbed a long cardigan and descended the stairs. Using the moonlight, you stepped through the back door. The cool air calmed you, assured you. Yes, what harm was there in a dream?

Squeaking and scurrying noises out in the garden had you hurrying to your feet. 

Scoffing at yourself for getting startled, you turned on the porch light and strolled forward. You noticed upturned earth where you had convinced Curtis to plant some peony bulbs. They were itty, still just young saplings with velvety leaves.  But there was fresh earth in that corner, where peonies were to bloom. You had heard a few people around talk about getting an exterminator for moles. This far out on the edge of town, you wouldn’t be surprised if deer and foxes tried to take advantage of Curtis’ hard work.

With a frown, you crouched and inspected the piles of dirt and decided to go grab a hand shovel abandoned in the garden bed. Using the blade, you tidied up the little patch, patted down the earth, craned your neck to see if you had missed any damage done by wild animals. There. Just behind one of the saplings that had pierced out of the earth, you noticed a dip. The pointed end of the shovel was prodded into the hole, warily, like a mole might leap out at you. Nothing of the sort occurred, and thus, you kept poking just to make sure, before finding a pocket of air underneath the top layer of dirt and grass. 

Sighing, you carefully dug away next to the young plants until a strange color presented itself to you - a color too light to be associated with natural under-earth – an appendage, human-like. 

You shot straight up with faltering, backward steps. It couldn’t be. You couldn’t have found something so abominable, something that defiled the young life of your favorite flowers inside this quiet, sweet idyll where your friend had built his home.

Behind you, you heard a deep sigh. Over your shoulder, Curtis watched you. Cool flames glinted from his eyes, dark brows shading them. 

“Curious little thing you are. It doesn’t surprise me.”

“W-what?” A full body chill wracked you under his attention. “Curtis, what is…”

“It’s only a goblin. They burrow when things are quiet around here.”

Goblin? Around here? As if HERE wasn't your home town...

It was a buried…thing. A small person-like goblin thing that you had seen in the dirt. Your palms pressed to your eyes to erase the image, so wrong.

“Don’t be scared, please.”

Peeking through your fingers, you gasped to find yourself suddenly in the kitchen. Curtis stood across from you, opposite the round dining table. 

“Nothing here will hurt you.”

You shook your head. Again, you heard him referring to HERE as if you had been...transported...

“Why would you say that? Unless…” Your voice, scared, fragile, trailed off.

Unless, without him, something here could hurt you.

Glancing down, you clocked the jade plant. Its pot glowed white, no longer the brilliant yellow you had seen earlier. No longer quite alive.

This was wrong. Transporting from the garden to the kitchen. Fairytale creatures resting in the garden. The house plants you knew tinged with new indigo shades. Something wasn’t right, off kilter, as if you hadn’t actually woken up.

Your name whispered upon his lips threw you into flight mode.

You forced yourself through the front door, footsteps propelled forward onto what was, not sheared grass, but crisp snow that your feet

sank 

into.

Air stuttered from your lungs. Before you, the lawn, the road, everything had been replaced with only snow. You felt no cold except your nervous system raised goose flesh on your skin.

Blinking against a grey sky, the vast and empty wintry land remained firmly before you. Your hometown, all of it, had vanished.

“Come back inside.”

Spinning on your feet, your face crumpled in fear.

Curtis stood on the threshold. A long dark jacket hung over his frame now, no, a cloak. Regal, like he was wearing the night. 

He entreated you softly, his hand hovered in the air. “Come inside with me, and you will have your dream back.”

You looked over your shoulder. The hallucination, the vision of an empty landscape was still there, no longer your home. With no options, you met Curtis’ gaze and accepted his hand.

As he closed the door, you asked in your small voice, “Curtis? What are you?”

“A keeper of the realm of sleep.” His large hand skimmed the line of your shoulder, up your neck, a reverent almost-touch. “And I wanted to give you what you dreamed of. I wanted to give all of myself to you. And have all of you to myself.” 

That hand cupped your cheek. Your heart beat faster. Something deep inside you understood that you were never returning home. You understood that you were his now.

“Why?”

“Because,” he murmured, and you couldn’t resist lifting your face when he stepped even closer, catching his eyes hooded with yearning, “you are my dream.” 

His cloak enclosed you, veiled you head to toe in endless silken layers of a summer eve, and all you could feel was his embrace and the first touch of his lips on yours. You sank into his touch, burning together with Curtis like two stars in the deepest night sky. Burning, and falling, into that realm of midnight.

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

Summary🪄: You witness Curtis’ jealous side for the first time (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: age gap (reader is in late twenties, Curtis is in late 30s to early 40s), sprinkle of possessiveness, insinuation to happy adult fun times, pretty much all fluff

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

“Looks like Jensen went all out with this huh?,” Curtis speaks. His son happily sitting in his thick, tattooed arms as you both walk up the concrete walkway

A decorated archway hangs overhead the entire short walk to the front door made to look like a cave full of spiders in their elaborate web. Finn couldn’t be less impressed though, deciding the grey mouse ears on his head - removing them for the fourth time now - were more intriguing than what was around him

“I like it,” you smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Jakey.”

“Of course you’d say that,” he thought. Ever the kind, supportive one, it’s like you were Jensen’s biggest fan

You’d always actively listen when he was going on about one of his nerdy interests. Nodding along and giving your input every now and then about some character or theory you had

You were like that with everyone at the station really. Listening with awe to Ari’s stories of traveling in foreign countries and truly interested in the latest book Cap was reading

You even had a little book club of sorts, which had a small smile creeping along his lips when he’d overhear you on the phone excitedly discussing a part you couldn’t get over

Although Curtis did feel a way about you being on the phone with his station captain so late

And now that he thought about it, why the hell were you calling Jensen “Jakey”?

It didn’t take long for the door to swing open after ringing the melodic bell. Jake smiling on the other side in some outfit that looked like a blue ninja and matching mask as music and giggles could be heard from deeper in the house.

“Hey, come in! Glad you guys could make it!”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Curtis replies stepping in the highly decorated home. There were orange and black streamers along the walls and ceiling along with fake cobwebs and bats. Paper skeletons were along the walls in various goofy poses while a couple larger, plastic ones sat on some of the tables in addition to a mini fake caldron and Halloween themed confetti

Overall, it reminded Curtis of a less cluttered version of a Halloween store the longer you walked through

Clearly the kids loved it how they ran around ogling and enjoying themselves in their costumes

“Very nice Sub Zero!,” you spoke. “Is that the one you found on the site you told me?”

“Yea! And thank you for being the only person here to appreciate an iconic character,” he emphasizes specifically towards a group of kids - including his niece in her ghostface costume - walking past

“Whatever bluey.”

Jensen just shakes his head. “That’s the problem with this generation, no respect. Also very adorable cat and mouse costume you two.”

Tickling under Finn’s chin, the one year old giggles in his grey onesie before reaching for Jake’s glasses - as he usually did whenever they’d see each other.

“And let me guess, Curtis is a…grumpy old trucker?”

Although fitting from the black flannel over his arms, dark jeans that covered the laces of his boots, and ash grey beanie, Curtis just glared in his typical sour puss fashion cutting Jensen’s chuckles short. His once joking mood replaced with a slight look of fear as he nervously cleared his throat.

“S-Sorry, just jokes I swear.”

“Hey, more big people!”

Hearing that familiar deep, soothing drawl, you instantly turn around to find Ari with a beer in hand and in his usual jeans and simple white tee waving from the kitchen.

“So we got adults in the kitchen/dining room, and kids mostly in the living room. Food is in both, but let me know if you guys need anything,” Jensen quickly explains before jogging off at his sister’s call.

“Aww how cute, cat and mouse,” Ari smiles giving you one of his famous bear hugs before gently tickling Finn in his side. “And what about you Curtis?”

“A tired, responsible adult.” Ari chuckles at his friend - expecting nothing less than that response - as you playfully roll your eyes taking a babbling Finn from his arms.

“Well on that note, I’ll leave you adults to it. Cmon baby boy, we’ll have fun for the both of em.”

Curtis’ eyes naturally follow as you stride into the living room while cooing at his son. Ari’s daughter, Maya, excitedly squeals your name once you step foot on the large rug protecting the dark hardwood below. Having babysat her a few times now, she already loved you as if you were her best friend. She also loved Finn, saying how he was the cutest baby she’d ever seen.

“He’s like a babydoll!,” she whispered in awe while holding him that first time. Since then, you, Curtis, and Ari suspected that Maya might look at Finn as her own real life babydoll watching as she took care of him while he played on his mat and would occasionally try to rock him. She even tried to feed him his bottle, but that usually didn’t go well since Finn liked to hold his own.

Seeing you interact with the kids - complimenting their costumes and goofily dancing right beside them - a fraction of a smile tilts the corner of Curtis’ mouth replacing his usual stoic gaze.

There’s also a hint of something waking inside of him every time you hold his son or help him toddle about the room being careful that he doesn’t fall or hurt himself

It’s almost primal or possessive as he feels a low twitch and a warmth bloom along his skin

And he knows it’s bound to get him in trouble

“Stare any harder, and I’m gonna start getting jealous,” Ari smirks handing Curtis a chilled beer from the fridge behind him. Clearly caught, he can only shake his head as the two lightly clink their dark bottles together before taking respective sips.

“So I take it everything’s going well?”

“Yea, she loves Finn and he loves her back. Sometimes I think he might like her more than me.”

“Understandable. I mean she’s prettier, so kind, an amazing cook, funny, gorgeous-,”

“Are you done?,” Curtis glowered lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “Want me to call her back in here so you can find more ways to compliment her?”

He knew Curtis liked you, but he didn’t realize his friend was this deeply smitten. “Relax cowboy, no one’s trying to take your girl.”

Although Ari had to admit, if they weren’t friends he’d be doing any and everything to make you his.

“Whoa, Curtis has a girl?!,” Jake pauses as soon as he steps into the kitchen. A dopey grin on his face much to Curtis’ dismay.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh he does,” Ari adds only making him more annoyed.

“I’m happy for you man! Finally getting back out there and opening yourself up for love.” Curtis instantly shrugs Jake’s arm from around his shoulder, but the giddy dork only puts it back making Curtis glare at his frosted tipped station mate. “You should’ve invited her.”

“He did. You’ve seen her a few times,” Ari chuckles with a wink before taking another swig from his nearly empty bottle. At first, Jake doesn’t seem to get it quirking his brow in confusion. When things finally click, Jake’s face morphs into surprised realization then excitement looking back and forth between a grumpy Curtis and sweet you in your makeshift cat costume bouncing Finn in your arms.

Curtis knew he should’ve stayed home.

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Finally back home, Curtis lounged on his couch with arms crossed over his chest as some old, black and white horror movie playing on the screen mounted on the wall. The younger looking woman screaming in horror as some alien species cornered her in an alley

He couldn’t really pay attention though, with you currently in your room getting dressed to go out with your friends

“It’s our Halloween tradition! Since freshman year, we’ve always dressed up and hung out downtown.”

Selfishly Curtis wanted you home with him. You curled on the couch with your snowman blanket - as you tended to do - only a mere arms length away from him as you both watched a movie or one of your shows

He especially liked Love is Blind, but he’d never openly admit that

As if hearing his thoughts of you, the thick heels of your black booties click down the hall eventually stopping in front of him giving a little twirl and your heart melting grin

“And enter the wicked witch!”

Wicked was the word alright, but not in the traditional since of how the character looked when he was little

He could see your black thong through your lacy, wide legged black pants with spiderweb detailing. Your sleeveless top - lacy and see through as well - showing your black bustier underneath. To top everything off, a purple pointed hat on your head with black cats scattered all around in various poses

He could only stare as you excitedly grabbed your purse from the coatrack and shuffled through its contents making sure you had everything

“If Finn wakes up before I’m back, there’s two bottles in the fridge I made earlier, and the bottle warmer is already plugged in,” you state walking towards the front door as you begin typing on your phone. “Oh and-,”

Not paying attention, you don’t hear or feel Curtis get up closing the distance between you with hands stuffed in his front pockets. Turning to suddenly see his broad body startles you, making you slightly jump and a breathy giggle slip past your soft lips

“You can be very nimble for a guy your size,” you joke, but Curtis just peers down at you looking stoic as usual. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later then. Were you gonna lock up behind me or-,”

He simply stays silent looking stoic as usual causing your once good mood to slightly dim

“Um okay..g-goodnight then,” you weakly smile with hand twisting the doorknob. Once you have it open by just a crack, Curtis’ larger hand is pushing it closed again and leaving it there to block you from going out

Effectively confusing and startling you; making your brows slightly knit

“…Is something wrong?,” you ask.

“You want me to start being open?,” he begins still trapping you between him and the door. Not that you were particularly complaining. “Okay then, I don’t like - no, I despise the fact that a bunch of men, let alone one, are gonna have their eyes on you. Wanting something that’s not theirs.”

You can only stand there waiting for him to finish. Your back eventually pressing against the door as you step back trying to move away from his intense gaze

“Now I’m gonna give you an option. You can leave; go have fun with your friends and I drag you back here in an hour not caring if you’re ready to go or not, nor if you’re kicking or screaming when I do it. Or you can rightfully stay here.”

The way he spoke with authority as if he was your father stunned you into near silence, unable to clearly get your response out. “S-Stay?”

“Yes..with me,” he states leaning close enough that you could feel the air from his nostrils skate across your skin. “And I promise to make you forget about whatever grimy place you wanted to go and whoever you were planning to go with.”

You feel your core spasm at such a promise reflexively clenching your thighs together as your tongue peeks to wet your lips and you gently nod in approval. It should be shameful how easily you drop your purse into his waiting hand almost like you’re in a trance, but you could care less letting him lead you to his bedroom. In the morning, you’ll just text a quick apology to your friends about standing them up.

Not that they’d know what you were talking about since there weren’t any plans in the first place