#tail between my legs

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Tail Between My Legs

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s dead sister, brief sexual imagery.

A/N: I would like to thank my sister for the brilliant title lol. Also, this is the start of a short series so stay tuned for more!

Every day seemed to bleed right into the next. There was no differentiation between yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Life was just one long string of days that seemed to have no end. That was, until you met him. It had started as a day just like any other. You sat with your family in the dining car, eating a lunch made up of foods that you couldn’t even pronounce the names of. However, you weren’t terribly hungry. Picking at your plate, you decided that you’d had enough and excused yourself. As you walked from car to car, you couldn’t find anything that brought you any kind of excitement. Every compartment had a different amenity that seemed altogether useless to you. Finding yourself too bored to do anything, you decided to slip away to your cabin and take a long nap. 

Climbing up into the top bunk, you get comfy under several thick blankets. You were drifting off to sleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t dream. You hadn’t been able to dream for months. Even your slumber was endlessly boring. The minutes ticked past as you snored until the world began to darken. You slept so soundly that you didn’t hear the door to your cabin opening up. Nor did you hear the shuffling of another person sneaking inside. The man hunkered down, watching carefully through the window beside the door as a team of guards ran past the room. Huffing out a sigh he slumped over in his crouched position, looking around the small cabin. If it hadn’t been for your gentle snoring he might not have known that you were there, tucked warmly beneath layers of blankets. As delicately as he could he pulled away the top blanket to look at your face. Your eyes were still shut, lost in a dreamless sleep. 

Seeing that he hadn’t woken you up he figured he would slip out as easily as he had slipped in and you would be none the wiser. That’s when another grouping of guards come running past the cabin. Jumping down again, he shuts his eyes tightly. Just as he’s about to slide out of the door there is a harsh knock. Unsure of what to do now he spots an opening beneath the lower bed and crawls underneath, hiding himself away. The knock is enough to wake you up as you blink heavily, looking towards the door. Seeing a guard standing outside your room made you snap upright in your bed quickly before climbing down the ladder. Once you were on the ground again you opened the door, rubbing away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask groggily. 

“Sorry to disrupt you ma’am. We’re looking for a tail section passenger that managed to escape to the front.” The words buzz inside your brain. A tail section passenger. You’d never met anyone from the tail section before but you’d always been so curious. You could never admit this to anyone but you found the class system to be wildly unfair. To know that the poorer among you were treated so disgustingly made you wish for a better world. Now one of them had figured out a way to slip past the guards and into the front section. How impossibly exciting. “If you wouldn’t mind we’re searching all of the cabins in this section of the train. May I come in?” At this the man under your bed recoils, bracing himself to be discovered. 

As much as you knew that you should allow him inside, something in the depths of your heart told you not to. A deep unshakable feeling. “Yes I do mind as a matter of fact.” When he hears this Curtis lets out a silent breath. “I think I would know if there was a tail section passenger in my room. You have no reason to search this cabin.” 

“With all due respect, ma’am, he might have snuck in without your knowledge. Those filthy tail sectioners can be crafty miss.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“Excuse me ma’am?” 

“Do. You. Think. I’m. Stupid?” The guard blinks in return. 

“No, of course not.” 

“So don’t you think I would know if there was someone in my room? Don’t you think I would be well aware of that fact?” 

“I suppose so ma’am.” 

“I’m telling you that there is no one else here. So you have no reason to search this cabin.” The guard takes a wary look around the room and you hold your breath, afraid he might barge his way inside nonetheless. However he straightens up and nods to you. 

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. Have a lovely day.” As soon as he’s gone you let out the deep breath you’d been holding in your chest. Watching from the window you wait until he’s fully out of sight before quickly drawing the blinds and locking the door. Now that the guard has disappeared you look around the room. You get another unwavering feeling in your gut which you can’t help but act on. 

“Is someone in here?” You ask quietly. For a moment all is silent. Then you hear a rustling from under the bed. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna turn you in. I just want to see you.” You assure the unknown entity. 

The man under the bed knows that he can’t hide anymore. Resigning himself, he scoots out into the open room before standing to his full height. He’s taller than you, towering over you intimidatingly. He’s caked in dirt and grime but you’d have to be blind not to see how handsome he is. He watches you intensely, his features dark and intriguing. His hands clench and unclench as he eyes the door, deciding whether or not he should make a run for it. You pick up on this immediately and soften your features to put him at ease. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There’s guards swarming this hall. You won’t get five feet before they find you. Who knows what will happen when they do.” The man doesn’t answer, simply exchanging glances between you and the door. Finally he lets out a deep sigh, knowing that you’re right. There’s nowhere for him to go now.

“I promise I won’t turn you in.” You say, sensing his growing unease. “Unlike the other snobs up here, I don’t think you deserve the treatment you’ve gotten. It’s not right.” He simply watches you, taking in your form. He’d be lying if he said that you weren’t one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid eyes on. Your tantalizing figure drew him in and your soft, gentle features tugged at his heart. He hadn’t seen a woman like you in ... well, seventeen years. 

“Where are you headed?” You ask although with the information you’ve gathered you’re sure you already know the answer. 

“Engine room.” He says gruffly. You take in his words, contemplating what his intentions could mean for you and your family. 

“Are you going to stop the train?” You ask out of genuine curiosity.

“No. I’m not going to stop the train. I just think it could do with some new management.” You nod, honestly agreeing with him. Wilford had been under power for far too long. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put someone just and merciful in charge. Was the man standing in front of you the answer? You couldn’t tell yet, still wary of the stranger.

“I happen to agree with you.” You decided to say, showing him that you were truly no threat. “A man like Wilford only cares about himself. We need a leader that cares about everyone aboard this train.” 

“Why should I believe a front sectioner?” He inquired. 

“For the same reason that I’m not calling those guards in here. I have faith. Faith that you aren’t who they make you out to be. Maybe you should have faith that I’m not what I seem on the surface either.” The two of you stood locked like that in a world of uncertainty, trying to determine what you both thought of the other person. He didn’t have a weapon on him and even if he had he didn’t seem to want to hurt you. He just seemed like a man trying to do the right thing. Those are the kind of people this train desperately needed more of. 

“Maybe you’re right. We could use more compassion in this world. At least there’s one person on this train that seems to have some.” 

“Two people.” You add, gesturing to him. The uneasiness in your chest dissipates as you realize that he’s come to the same conclusion about you that you’ve come to about him. “You look tired. You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you sit down?” You say, moving back towards the corner to where your plush leather chair was positioned. Pushing it forward, you offer him the seat and after a moment of staring you down he moves to sit. A groan escapes him as he sinks down into the chair, unable to contain himself after what felt like days of constant walking. The pliable leather cradled him and his eyes lulled, nearly shutting against his will. “Is it comfortable?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies softly. This makes you smile to yourself, happy to see him so at ease. “God, I haven’t been comfortable in seventeen years.” He adds, making your heart weep. After growing up in the front section you had come to take your luxuries for granted. Now, seeing him in such deep appreciation for something as simple as a soft chair, you were much more grateful for what you had. 

“It’ll probably be a few days before the guards disperse. You’re welcome to stay until they’re gone.” The man remembers the situation he’s in, sitting up so that his arms are resting on his knees. 

“Thanks. I’ll probably have to take you up on that offer.” 

“Anything you need.” You tell him with a sweet smile. Much to your surprise the man smiles back. His teeth are beautifully white and his crooked grin makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” You can’t help but say. 

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have reason to smile very often.” You nod, the grin disappearing from your face at his sad sentiment. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, effectively changing the subject. 

“Curtis.” He replied, nodding in your direction. “What’s yours?” 

“Y/N.” You tell him. As you do he extends a hand to you. You lean down, taking it in yours as you shake it firmly. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Curtis.” His eyes leave yours briefly to look at the bottom bunk in front of him. He gestures to it. 

“You have a roommate?” 

“I, uh--” A sigh escapes your chest. “I did. My sister.” 

“She’s not coming back anytime soon, is she?” 

“No. She won’t be, uh ... She’s not ...” You take a breath to gather your thoughts. “She passed away. So, no. She’s not coming back.” 

“Oh.” He adds, seeing your discomfort. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve lost far more people in your lifetime than I have. It’s just, um, a fairly recent wound. That’s all.”

“Loss isn’t easy for anyone. No matter where they’re born or how much privilege they have. Grief is one of the only truly unifying human experiences.” He adds, extending a hand outwards to take hold of your own. The gentle gesture takes you by surprise and your immediate instinct is to back away from him. However, you don’t. You stand there and let this stranger hold your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on top of yours. Soon he lets go and you take a deep breath, not having realized that you were holding it in. 

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you pace towards the door. “Hey, um ... are you hungry by any chance?” He laughs at this. 

“I’m starving actually.” 

“Why don’t I go get you some food? The dining car is just right down the hall. I’ll be there and back in no time.” He contemplates the risks for a moment before standing up and walking towards the beds. 

“I’d really appreciate that.” You nod, watching as he begins hiding under the bed again. You figure it’s smart, just in case anyone gets the bright idea to go peeping in your room. As soon as he’s safely hidden you step into the hall, looking both directions warily. Guards are posted at both ends, vigilantly watching the car. Swallowing thickly, you begin walking down towards the dining compartment. The guards don’t so much as look at you as you pass them by. Your heart hammers with excitement as you enter the next car, unable to contain your giddiness at your highly illegal act. You were harboring a fugitive in your room. How could you have possibly known that was the kick you needed to bring a little bit of joy back into your life? Yet here you were, happier than you’d been in months. 

There was a long countertop where food was served. Walking up to the closest end, you pulled a waiter over. “Hi. What’s on the menu?” You asked, resting your forearms against the wooden surface.

“Steak with potatoes and assorted vegetables.” 

“I’ll take mine rare please.” You say with a smile. The man smiles back and quickly goes about making your food. Well, Curtis’ food. It’s not long before he’s done, handing you the warm plate. You thank him and head back down the hall towards your room. The guards still don’t look your way as you open up the door quickly and disappear inside the cabin. As soon as you set foot inside the room he can smell the food. He makes quick work of sliding out from under the bed, standing up and immediately eyeing the plate in your hands. “You struck me as a rare steak kind of guy.” You say with a grin. The man yanks the food from your hands, sitting down in the chair again as he digs in with his fingers. He begins shoveling the potatoes and vegetables into his mouth, groaning lowly as he enjoys every single bite. Soon enough the plate is clean and he hands it back to you. 

“Thank you.” He says, remembering his manners. 

“Of course.” You add as he yawns. It triggers a yawn in your chest as well and you glance out the window at the dark wasteland. “It’s late. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Should we get some sleep?”

“Sleep sounds amazing.” He admitted. Just as he was about to sit on the edge of your sister’s old bed, you stopped him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just ... no one has slept there since ... my sister. I’d rather if you slept in my bed with me. There’s plenty of room up there for both of us and I can promise it’s very comfortable.” 

“No worries. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder he stops, squirming in his clothes. He’d been wearing them for what felt like forever and he wanted one night’s sleep without being so restricted. He turned to look at you with a reproachful expression. “I’m sorry. Could I ... take off a few layers?” The request takes you off guard as you begin to imagine climbing in bed with this large, handsome man, only a few layers of blankets between you. Clearing your throat, you banish the thought. 

“Of course. Whatever will make you comfortable.” He nods, peeling off his jacket and hiding it under the bed in case anyone should get in during the night. He kicks off his shoes before sliding them beneath the bed as well. Lastly, he pulls his shirt off over his head, showing his torso. He’s big, muscles rippling as he throws the shirt under the bed too. It’s impossible for you to look away as he begins climbing the ladder. His back muscles flex deliciously as he moves upwards before finally falling into the bed. You take a deep breath, changing quickly into your pajamas out of Curtis’ field of vision before following him up the ladder and into the bunk. When you get there his eyes are already closed. You get comfy beside him, pulling the blankets up over you as you watch him breathe slowly. 

Once you’re sure he’s sleeping, you look at him intently. Soon you find your hand reaching to graze over his chest before gliding up to his jaw, touching him ever so gently. You just can’t help it with how vulnerable he looks. This gruff and guarded man who has probably never seen as much kindness as you’ve shown him, sleeping soundly as a baby. After a moment you take your hand away, tucking it beneath the blankets to stop you from touching him anymore. “Good night Curtis.” You whisper before turning over and closing your eyes. 

If you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly you might have seen Curtis open his eyes, turning over to let them trace across your sweet face. His entire life he’d been taught to believe that the front sectioners were the enemies of this story. Now here he was in bed with one. Not only was he in bed with one but he was restraining himself harder than he ever had from returning your gentle touch. Keeping himself at a distance so he wouldn’t let his lips press against your shoulder as his fingertips danced beneath the blanket. He had been so touch starved for so long that even the lightest touch from you was enough to make tears spring to his eyes. He wanted more. He wanted all of you but he knew that wasn’t practical. You were from two different worlds. However, the man could dream. And he did. As he fell asleep he was plagued with images of your naked form writhing beneath him. God. It was going to be a long couple of days. 

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[astrolavas]

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[turquoisephoenix]

Where DID Grubba find the Crystal Star that he's been using for supposed decades?

Simple. He STOLE it. But the guy he stole it from deserved it, honest.

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[merakiui]

more halloweenie nonsense. the scene: you and rollo in your (shared) car.

rollo: wait a minute. who tf did you have in here? why is the seat back like that??? 🤨

reader: ...

rollo, sniffing the air: AND WHY DOES THIS CAR SMELL LIKE PUMPKIN SPICE??????????

reader: …….. :)

rollo: WHO TF DID YOU HAVE IN HERE?!?!?!

the culprit:

[mismess]

It's hard to get the police to take you seriously and reinstate you when your tail is between your legs 90% of the time :/

He's a selkirk rex btw. Curly long haired kitty. They look like they went through the dryer

[jewishrizahawkeye]

taylor was so real for saying “AND I HOPE ITS SHITTY IN THE BLACK DOG” because the black dog is a symbolic of her depression and her grief and the memories that are haunting her and she’s screaming at this person who hurt her that they’re just as affected. that when they’re trying to move on they’re just and pained by their breakup to enjoy it and they’re forced to remember her and hurting her or being hurt by her and hoping that even after they’ve parted ways they’re still together on the same page in moving on even though that they broke up because they weren’t on the same page and he didn’t even notice her still have access to his “find my friends” location

[tetzoro]

good morning my sweet friendz and happy tuesday. i just wanted to take a sec and say i’m glad that you’re here with me and that we get to be cozy in our lil corner of the internet together. i hope today treats you kindly and i’m really proud of you. 🤍

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Tail Between My Legs (ii) 

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: SMUT, breast worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, deep unprotected sex, creampie, some impreg if you squint.

When you wake up the sun is shining through the open window, blinding you as you turn away from the beams of light. As soon as you flip over you realize that Curtis is not in bed beside you. Sitting up quickly, you rush down the ladder in a state of panic. As soon as you step onto the ground you see him reclined in the leather chair that he had occupied the night before, watching you peacefully. 

“Did I scare you?” He asked, leaning forward. 

“Quite frankly. Yes.” You fold your arms over your chest. “I was afraid someone had carried you off in the middle of the night.” 

“Can’t get rid of me that easy.” He says, eyes finding his feet. By this point he’s already covered back up, having gotten dressed while you were asleep. You hate to admit that you wish you had gotten a chance to see his muscled flesh in the glow of the sun.

“How did you sleep?” You ask, brushing away your thoughts.

“I forgot what it was like to sleep that good.”  

“How long have you been up?” 

“Only a few hours.” He says with a small smile. 

“A few hours? You should have woken me up.” You scold. 

“You just looked so nice while you were sleeping. I didn’t want to bother you.” The man has softened up considerably from when you first met him and you loved seeing this side of him. “Sorry, I know that’s cheesy.” He adds with a soft chuckle, eyes searching yours. For what, you weren’t sure but you never wanted him to stop looking.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You say, eyes trailing down to the floor. You suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous, like a schoolgirl flirting with her little crush. You were both adults yet here you were blushing and struggling to maintain eye contact as you both beat around the bush about what you really want. Not to mention that you’d only known this man for one day and this is the effect that he has on you? It all felt terribly childish to you and yet you couldn’t help but react this way to the grumpy man who seemed to have a soft spot for you. 

“What’s on the agenda today?” Curtis asked and you silently thanked him for drawing you out of the awkward hole you were stuck in. 

“Well, I’ve got games, books, films. But I figured you’d want to do something a little more useful.” With that, you open up a small chest at the end of the beds before pulling out a stack of notebooks and a handful of pens. Curtis shoots you a confused glance as you throw them down on the small tabletop beside the chair he still occupies. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re going to need a plan.” 

“We?” He inquires, sitting back and shooting you a skeptical look. 

“Yes. We.” The man’s gaze doesn’t falter, his lips pursed as he crosses his arms. “Look, you need someone that knows this part of the train and can get you past the guards. You can’t do this on your own. This is the kind of mission that’s far too important to take risks. Do you want to risk going alone and messing this up for everyone?” Curtis takes a deep sigh, looking between you and the notebooks. 

“What do you have in mind?” He asks, leaning forward to pick up one of the notebooks and flipping through the empty pages. 

“Well I haven’t had the chance to put a lot of thought into it but I’ve got some ideas. I figured, since we’ve got plenty of time, we can brainstorm together.” The man picks up a pen from the table. 

“I’m all ears.” As he says this he smiles, eyes focusing in on yours. With his attention focused solely on you, you pick up a notebook and pen as well. The two of you begin to swap ideas, writing down frantically as you formulate a plan to get Curtis to the front of the train. The guards would be around for a few more days. You would keep an eye out. The moment they were gone, you would find him a change of clothes and sneak him out of the room in plain sight. So long as he was cleaned up and dressed right, no one would question him if he was with you. That would be enough to get him through the rest of the way. It wasn’t foolproof by any means but it was a start. 

You both sat there discussing for hours, never running out of things to talk about as you shared one idea after another before settling on a rough plan. You stopped every so often to find food before continuing your conversation. It wasn’t long before the sun was setting again. The two of you decided to turn it in pretty early, knowing that you needed your rest if you were going to be carrying out this plan in the following days. Already the two of you had settled into a nightly routine. He got undressed to his comfort level and climbed into bed, allowing you to change just out of sight before heading up to join him. You both told one another good night before turning in opposite directions. The only thing that was different about tonight was that as soon as you were facing away from him you could feel his back pressed up against your own, like he couldn’t help but drift closer to you. His skin was warm through the thin fabric of your shirt and you held in a shudder at the tantalizing way he pushed into you. 

The next day started the same as the one before, with Curtis in the chair dressed and waiting for you to wake up. It was strange to you how quickly the two of you had fallen into this comfortable pattern. It wasn’t anything like the routine you had before you met him. Before, every day was a relentless repeat of the one previous. Now, it was like everything was fresh and exciting and you were comforted by the repetition. Something about this man had set your world on fire and as much as you could tell, you were keen to let it burn.

Every day you made at least one trip out to the hallway, checking to see how many guards were stationed there. And each day the number got smaller. In the meantime, you continued to live in your little world with Curtis. That next day he was eager to continue your conversation, pulling out the notebooks you had hidden under the bed the night before. He scribbled out notes rapidly as you two cleaned up your plan, making sure that everything was airtight. 

You decided to finish up early that night, before the sun had gone down. Once everything was put away you pulled out a stack of your favorite books, sitting on the floor beside his leg. You showed them all to him and picked one to read as his eyes gently closed, getting lost in your sweet voice. After a while you felt your eyelids began to get heavy and you realized it was almost your favorite time of the day. When you would climb into bed with Curtis, feeling your bodies pressing progressively closer together. That night you found yourself grow bold as you turned to face him, letting your hands find his chest as you moved impossibly near to him. He didn’t stop you, closing his eyes even tighter as he fights the urge to envelop you in his arms. 

As the guards began to disperse, the two of you only grew closer. You woke up to the familiar sight of Curtis waiting for you each day, his green eyes shining like emeralds in the sunlight as he watched you intensely. Always the intensity in those eyes. Once your plan was in order you set about showing him things that he hadn’t seen in a long time. You showed him your top movies, continued to read to him, played games with him, sung him some of your special songs. That was one of his favorite things. Laying back in the bed as you laid beside him, absentmindedly singing in that soft low voice that made his heart thrum with love. As the days went by you each got bolder in showing your affections to one another. A brush of his hand on your knee, the way he stroked your hair at night, holding hands while you conversed, completely care free in your expressions of love. 

At the end of the week you made your final trip into the hallway. There was one guard at each end but no one else was to be found. It was time. One more night and the path would be clear to the engine room. As you returned with a warm plate of food for Curtis you nodded a greeting to the guard as you passed him by. It was the man who had come to search your room that first day that you had met your precious grumpy tail sectioner. Giving him one last glance you slip into your room, offering Curtis the food which he happily takes. 

“Tomorrow is the day,” You begin. “There’s only two guards left. By tomorrow morning I guarantee they’ll be gone. They think they’ve lost you.” You add with a chuckle, feeling your heart pound in excitement knowing that you were able to fool all of Wilford’s men. 

“Good. I’m going crazy cooped up in here.” He says. The statement strikes you. You had been under the impression that he was enjoying his time with you. He seemed happy here. Had you been boring him? Were you not entertainment enough to keep him in good spirits? Was he really going crazy alone here with you? The past few days had been absolutely heavenly for you. They had been a solace in the never ending bore that was your life. It broke your heart that he didn’t feel the same. You fought back the urge to crawl into the bed and hide. 

“Well. Only one more night and then you’ll be out of here. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make your stay more enjoyable.” The apology was genuine as you crossed your arms over your chest. Curtis looked up at you, eyes flashing with regret as he realized what he had said.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N.” 

“No, it’s okay. I understand. I would be bored too.” 

“I’m not bored.” 

“You don’t have to spare my feelings. I understand.” 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Curtis, it’s alright. I know I’m nobody’s ideal girl. I just thought you were happy with me, that’s all.” When you say this Curtis’ eyes darken as he stands, setting down the food on the nearby table. The man moves until he’s in front of you. Without hesitation he grabs both of your arms so that you are trapped in his grip. 

“I am happy with you. God, I’m happier here than I’ve ever been.” 

“Curtis, don’t lie--” Your statement is quickly cut off as his lips press warmly against your own. The action causes your eyes to widen before you instinctively close them gently, letting him hold you in his arms as he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. When he finally pulls away his eyes never leave yours, boring into you.

“I only meant that I’m anxious to finish carrying out my mission. It’s been a long time in the making and I’m so close to the finish line. It has nothing to do with you. If I could stay here with you forever, I would. But there’s so much at stake. I can’t jeopardize the future of my people.” As you listen to his words a blush springs to your cheeks. You feel terribly foolish not realizing that he’s only thinking of his people. Your nerves and your insecurities had simply gotten the best of you. Curtis watches the thoughts fly around your troubled mind and he pulls you closer, gently kissing you once again. When he pulls back he caresses a tender hand over the side of your face. “Y/N?” 

“Yes, Curtis?” You ask, voice wavering. 

“You’re my ideal girl.” 

“Curtis?” 

“Yes, Y/N?” 

“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since the first moment I met you.” Curtis gives you a beautiful crooked smile before pulling you in for kiss after kiss, not being able to get enough of you. 

You both know as your lips meet again and again that you won’t be able to hold back. That this is the moment you’ve been craving the entire week. His hands travel from your face down your body, grazing over your breasts to find your hips. His hold on you is inescapable as he draws you in with the way that he kisses you. He kisses you like he’s loved you for a thousand years. It melts your heart at the same time as his firm grip on your flesh makes your pussy throb. 

“I want you Curtis.” You moan against his lips. 

“You have me baby.” With that, the two of you unleash your lust upon each other. His fingers pull at the hem of your shirt until he’s yanking it off. Your bra comes off next and the sight of your bare tits makes him grunt. His mouth attaches to your nipple, his fingers tweaking the other. You whimper as he uses his teeth to pull at your sensitive buds, making them hard in his mouth. Massaging your soft breasts he bites and sucks at you like a starving man. Curtis had never seen a more beautiful pair of tits in his entire life. He swore to worship them accordingly, sucking hickey marks into your tender skin. His eyes trail up to meet yours as he releases your nipple with a pop. 

Without warning he tugs at your pants, pulling them down your legs as he lowers himself to his knees. The sight of your clothed pussy only inches from his face made him salivate. Burying his face in the front of your panties, he uses his tongue on your covered clit. The feeling of that delicious friction makes you moan loudly and you cover your mouth, trying to keep the two of you from being discovered. This doesn’t slow Curtis’ attack on your sensitive rosebud, his teeth grazing over you there as his eyes stare up into yours. 

“God I fucking need you.” He says in a growl, jerking your panties down until they join your pants on the floor. He immediately continues his ambush on your clit, pulling your leg up over his shoulder so you’re open and exposed for him. His fingers dig into your thigh as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes as you grind against his face, taking his hair firmly in your grip and guiding him right where you want him. His tongue trails down, prodding at your entrance. He pushes it inside, enjoying the taste of your juices. Your sweetness covers his chin as his nose nudges against your clit while he tongue fucks your precious cunt. “Jesus, you taste so good.” He says, returning to your clit. Once he does he replaces his tongue with a finger, fucking it up into you. His grunts vibrate against you as he curls his finger against your g-spot. His touch has you desperate and squirming, causing a coil to build in your stomach. No one has ever given you that feeling but yourself. Now, Curtis has you on the edge with hardly any effort. 

He wasn’t your first but by god, you wanted him to be your last. The way he makes you feel has you biting into your own hand, trying to hold back your pretty little sobs. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp out. In response he adds another finger, brushing them both against that special spot until you’re begging him for more. 

“Cum for me. Please cum for me.” He says in a harsh whisper, speeding up his movements. That’s all the encouragement you need to ride the wave until you’re falling apart against his mouth. He sucks your clit harder, making you spasm until you’re panting heavily. Once he feels that you’ve come down from your high he pulls off of you and stands back up, taking a good long look at your flushed naked body. 

“Get in the bed.” He orders you and you happily do so. He watches you climb up, admiring your ass along the way. Once you’re in the bunk you lean over the side to watch him undress. He peels off every layer impatiently, trying to hurry so that he can be with you again. As soon as he’s naked you sigh deeply, taking in his beautiful form. He’s absolutely gorgeous with toned muscle in all the right places. His chest is smooth but there’s a light dusting of hair making a path down his pelvis right to where his thick cock is standing at attention. He’s girthy, sure to fill you up perfectly. The sight of him makes you swallow thickly as he starts to climb the ladder, joining you in the bed. You’re already on your back with your legs spread wide for him. All he has to do when he gets up there is nestle himself right between your thighs, the tip of his cock kissing your sensitive cunt. 

As soon as he’s comfortably on top of you he leans down to press his lips to yours once more. “God, I can’t get enough of your mouth.” He says, pulling you in as close as he can. His hand runs down the side of your body, holding onto your hip as his tongue slides over your own. With his hand so close to where you need him he can’t help but dip a finger between your legs, circling your clit relentlessly as he continues to mold your mouths together. You whimper against him as he pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, unable to hold himself back anymore. 

“Yes. I want you so bad. Please.” 

“Yes, Y/N. I fucking need you.” He utters, pressing his cock right up to your entrance. He presses his forehead to yours as he begins nudging the head inside of you. Even just the tip is stretching you impossibly wide and your mouth gapes open in a silent cry as he pushes a little harder, urging more of his cock into your sweet pussy. He holds himself up on his arm, his other hand holding the side of your face. “That’s a good girl. You can take it.” He whispers as he gives one last thrust, sheathing himself all the way inside. 

“Curtis!” You whimper, holding onto both his biceps. You’re already arching your back, pressing your body against his as it hovers over you. Gently he pulls out of you before sliding his hips back against yours, pressing as deeply into you as he can. His balls feel heavy pressed into your ass as he grinds down into you. He stays like that for a moment, letting you adjust to his thickness stretching you wide open. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he stays buried inside of you for a good long minute. Once he sees you relaxing again he pulls back out and pushes in again, slowly picking up speed. It isn’t long before he’s fucking you, pumping his dick in and out of you properly. The sounds of your wetness engulfing him are pornographic, his cock sliding easily against your velvety walls. You’re like heaven incarnate wrapped around him.

“Oh god, I’m not gonna last long.” He mutters, eyes shut tightly and his teeth clenched as he fights off his orgasm. It’s been over seventeen years since he’s been inside of a woman, especially one as soft and tender and loving and delicious as you. It was like torture not being able to cum the moment he entered you. 

“It’s okay. You can cum baby. I want you to cum for me.” You say, caressing his cheek softly. The gentle touch makes his cock twitch and it’s impossible for him to stave off his impending high. Before he can even think about pulling out you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. As you do so he looks into your eyes and finds the love there, swallowing him whole as he begins to pump his seed into you. Thick hot ropes of cum shoot deep into your womb and you cry out softly, loving the way he feels in you. He grits his teeth, cumming as hard as he’s ever cum. It’s almost painful as he bites his knuckle hard, fighting the instinct to grunt loudly. The two of you pant and heave as he falls against your body. 

“I’m sorry.” He mutters into your chest. 

“For what?” You ask, utterly confused as to why he’s apologizing. 

“I didn’t last very long. I’ve never made love to such a gorgeous woman before. It was almost over before it started.” 

“Please don’t apologize. That was intense and hot and emotional and everything I wanted. No matter how long you lasted.” The man simply holds you tighter at your words, kissing your shoulder then up the side of your neck to your jaw and finally to your plush lips. The two of you stay entangled for a while before switching to a more comfortable position to sleep in. His arm is draped over you as the two of you continue to breathe, enjoying every second of this beautiful moment. It’s not long before the two of you are drifting off to sleep in one another’s arms and when you did, something miraculous happened. For the first time in years, you dreamed. Such glorious, mesmerizing dreams of the slumbering man in your bed.

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guys hear me out. what if guy.... was animal

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Yuma Month: Day 10: Memories

…but there were none to think of…

[goldrushenthusiast]

crazy that The Black Dog is literally about Remus Lupin from Sirius Black’s perspective. what will MsKingBean89 put out next?

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GIRLS

how do you move on from this??

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USOPP ABSOLUTELY POPPING TF OFF???? Hitting a target THAT far away with SUPREME precision AND unlocking Haki?? I’M SITTING HERE LIKE