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A Permanent Claim: Part 2

The twin beds set against the wall were made in perfection, a task that you speculated was taken on by the maids Pari said Curtis had hired to look after the twin mess.

The dark grey blankets were pulled taut against the bed with lighter pillows placed at the top of the mattress with a stuffed bear on one bed and an alligator on the other.

The closet doors that were placed across from each bed were closed, the frosted glass giving you a limited view of their clothes inside, although you could depict the black and white soccer ball sitting on the floor by the door hinges.

The room was clean and well organized though it hadn’t looked like a typical little boys’ room, there was a distinctive lack of toys or games, the walls were decorated with generic canvas pictures but nothing that would have related to their personalities. It seemed as if their room was ripped from the pages of some interior design magazine, copied and pasted into the house. There was little here that was conducive to Theo and James, or it had appeared that way to you.

“I’ll show you the nanny suite.” Pari directed you out of the room, closing the door behind the two of you before she stepped further into the hall, the extension of the crisp and clean aesthetic of the boy’s rooms continuing into the hall.

The carpet beneath your feet was soft, and you found yourself curling your toes into the material briefly before you followed Pari down the hall toward the next set of doors on the right side of the long hallway.

Pari had given you the rundown on the twins’ schedule, the latest time they could stay up and when Curtis wanted them up in the morning. She had explained that they were going to be entering kindergarten after summer break and the private school Curtis was sending them to would take them out of the house three days a week until Christmas, and then after they would go four days a week.

It was a lot of information given to you within a brief time until she stepped in front of one door, opening it briefly to give you a brief look at the boys bathroom they shared. The bathtub and shower combo seemed to have more life and personality than their room, a few toys set in a faux wicker basket by the corner of the bathtub, and a set of matching towels hanging on the rack were synonymous with the double vanities.

A set of toothbrushes was hanging off two holders above the sink, one themed to a superhero and the other was designed with dinosaurs in mind, both giving you more of an idea of what the twins liked than their bedroom.

It was puzzling, a wonderment why there was nothing more for the boys in their bedroom. You put the thought in the back of your mind while you followed Pari down to the next door, a nanny suite that was going to be yours when you officially started the next day.

Tonight she was going to stay to make sure the twins had settled until they had gotten relatively used to the idea of having another new nanny around, and that would in turn give you time to pack some clothes before you would be on your own.

It was her deciding factor or something about you that she liked, to give you the job after the few short hours that you had been here talking with her and to her. The process of showing you around was one more indication that you were going to be given the job, one more step toward you being hired for the job that paid exceptionally well.

However, you were curious about the high turnaround, curious enough that you had almost asked Pari whether it was the twins that drove the nanny away in some kind of Hollywood feeling scheme or if it was the man you were working for that had done the job.

“It’s got everything you’ll need.” Pari directed you into the nanny suite and you had stepped through with speculation, your eyebrows furrowing as your lips had become pursed.

The nanny suite was larger than you expected and was rather captivating with clean crisp white walls, and an intricate chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

The headboard was made of light grey material that was textured with cloth buttons that added extra detail. The bed itself was larger than the one you had in your apartment, and it was pushed against the feature wall with a nightstand on the right-hand side and a sitting chair on the other side. Across from the bed was an electric fireplace and mantle, the dark wood contrasting the white trim that ran throughout the room.

To the far left was a set of double doors that led to a small private balcony that was enclosed by a white railing. The room was designed with the same sleekness as the rest of the house, perfect to a near fault, and yet this nanny suite still had more character than the twins rooms. It was bothering you, it was getting under your skin like an itch that couldn’t have possibly been sated until you let the question be aired and given life.

“Pari, the twins room-“ You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers and your mouth shutting closed when she had drawn in a breath and rubbed the bridge of her nose with annoyance.

The corner of her lips was pressed tightly together and the scowl on her face had told you everything you needed to know.

“I know.” Those two words told you enough. “Curtis hired some interior decorator because he didn’t give a shit about what the house looked like, he’s got enough to deal with. The nannies and housekeepers come and they see the state of this place and do everything they can to keep it this way.”

“High-turnaround-“

“Not just for nannies.” Pari drew her hand away from her face and down to her hip, glancing you over again with a far less stoic expression. “Housekeepers too.”

Your suspicions of the twin being hellions that sent the nannies off were partially right, and you couldn’t have blamed them. The twins were not allowed by the other nannies to have anything in their rooms because of the clutter, and it had made the boys double down on their mission to get rid of anyone ‘allergic to fun’.

They didn’t get to express themselves, they didn’t get to enjoy being messy like kids naturally were, or even have their favourite toys in their bedrooms to play with. It was almost as if they were being forced into this state of cleanliness that wasn’t achievable for them.

“They’re kids, they should be allowed to be kids.” You mumbled under your breath, taking another glance around the room before you and Pari stepped into the hallway again.

As the door clicked behind you, your hand settled on the doorknob while Pari made her way to the winding staircase, leaving you lagging for a few moments.

“Theo, James-“ A crash had come from the lower level and your feet carried you before you had time to think, following Pari toward the kitchen and the source of the sound.

“Sorry, aunty.” One of the twin’s bottom lips was trembling, his blue eyes watering and his chest heaving with the effort to hold in his tears.

Between the twins was a broken glass and orange juice, the mixture thankfully not hitting either of their feet. Theo, or so you thought, had huffed and gritted his teeth, almost as if he was trying to present himself as a stoic figure.

“James-“ you started to speak to the twins, first addressing the twin who wasn’t near tears.

“Theo.” Pari corrected you, taking a wide berth around the glass and juice, and stepping toward a small utility closet near the edge of the kitchen.

“It was an accident, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You stepped the other way, slowly grabbing hold of James’ arm, and gently leading him away from the glass. “I’m going to clean it up, don’t step in the glass or you’ll cut your feet.”

“I was thirsty.” James pulled at your sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wanted a drink.”

“I know, it’s not your fault.” You lift him from the floor and set him on the table, sitting him on the edge before you lifted his left foot and then his right, looking for any cuts. “It was an accident.”

You drew your fingers along the bottom of his feet feeling for any nicks that you couldn’t see, biting down on the inside of your cheek when he laughed through some tears and jerked his foot. After checking both feet, you lifted him from the table and carried him further away from the mess and set him down where he wouldn’t be hurt or caught in the mess.

“Do you still want something to drink?” You crouched before him, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. “Orange juice?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Theo spoke with the same defiance, the same presentable little tough guy act he was trying to put on, almost as if he was afraid you or Pari would give them trouble. “It slipped-“

“It’s okay, Theo.” You were careful to step around the rest of the glass, carefully padding around the island toward the fridge as you stared at the rows of cupboards.

“To the left of the fridge,” Pari spoke without having to look up from the floor, “orange juice is on the right side of the fridge.”

You followed her instruction, first grabbing a glass and then the juice. You set both on the counter before closing the doors and unscrewing the cap, idly listening to the sound of James and Theo’s whispers behind you while you filled their glass.

Once it was halfway full, you grabbed the glass and turned. You nearly jumped out of your skin when they appeared closer than you anticipated, squeaking in surprise at their giggles and soft laughter.

“Funny.” You held the glass out to James, watching him and Theo guzzle down the sweet mixture before they handed it back to you. “Is that better?”

“Theo, James…go put your toys away. Pizza will be here soon.” Pari sent the directive and as quickly as the boys were here, they were gone.

They scattered from the kitchen with a few excited claims that they would beat each other to the playroom, leaving you and Pari alone. You set the glass in the sink and shifted your weight from one foot to the other while silence passed between you both.

“Crustaceans?” Pari drew your attention to herself as she stepped around the island and dumped the remaining glass shards into the garbage under the sink. “You’re allergic to crustaceans?”

“Oh.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t eat crustaceans but I can eat fish.”

“I don’t eat beef,” Pari relayed some personal preferences about herself just as you had, “It’s not an allergy, but a religious practice.”

“Beef?”

“I can eat chicken, lamb, and goat but not beef.” She looked you over as she spoke and then smiled, cracking a genuine and warm grin. “You’re going to do great with them. You’re exactly what they need.”

“Thank you-“

“-Curtis too.” She spoke over you while you fell silent. “He’s going to love you.”

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dungeonpuppykai · 26 days

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|| Fiddle ||

Description: Curtis is a soldier from lands far away. Curtis loves to tease you. Curtis is a jerk. Curtis is your husband. You do your best to deny Curtis' existence. Curtis doesn't mind. Because Curtis knows you are a fiddle to his touch, whether you like to admit it or not.

Pairing: Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You.

Disclaimer: I do not own Curtis Everett (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Soft-Dark Curtis, he's kinda crusty dusty, forced/arranged marriage, power imbalance, fluffy smut with dark undertones that gets rough, groping, making out, dumbification, degradation, self degradation, ddlg undertones, he's intimidating, pet names, infantilization, play fighting, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v intercourse, cock riding, overstimulation, doggy style fucking, spanking, choking, hair pulling, he's a man.

Note: Was gonna post a Sy thing tonight but it's not done yet and I am extremely tired so here's a little Curtis piece I did the other day.

Curtis' eyes are closed as he leans his head against the edge of the tub, his huge body relaxed in the warm water while a content smile tugs at his lips. There is nowhere in this whole wide world that he would rather be than in this moment right here; relaxed after a long day of hard work and in the proximity of his dear lady. The contemptuous voice of said lady, although hostile, is music to his ears as it rings in the distance between them while she begrudgingly rubs away at one of the many dirt spots on his body with the use of a soft sponge.

"Ugh, what do I, The Crown Princess, get?!" You are muttering to yourself like a typical naggy wife. "A fuckin–" your words lock in your throat automatically when your husband's eyebrows furrow in disapproval. "A frickin' no name foreign soldier!" You hate how he doesn't even have to open his eyes to get you to correct yourself. "While all my stupid friends– stay still!" You reprimand when one of his arms that you had extended in your direction to scrub the grime off of begins to get antsy in your lap for the sole purpose of annoying you.

Curtis chuckles and that irks you even more, as if your tiara placed on the opposite side of the tub on a little stool for whatever reason glinting at you isn't enough.

Your husband is a jerk and he's probably rubbing your nose in the fact that despite being all-powerful after your father The King, you still have to bathe his stupid dirty body like a common wife.

Ugh, you hate him.

"I am sorry, my love."

But you can't protest in the way that you want.

Because your stupid father had issued a decree upon your arranged union to him. That you would only be able to keep your crown if you stayed true to your husband and kept him happy. Otherwise, the Army Chief -a stupid title held by your idiot of a husband- could usurp your future throne and do with the kingdom -and you- as he pleased.

You hated it.

But you loved your position more.

However, your rascal of a husband made it even harder for you to stand him and keep up with the bargain when he asked of you cringy domestic services that made you want to punch him square in the jaw.

But alas!

How powerful is a damsel against her knight in shining armor?

You continue when you have made sure that he won't try and reach for your breasts now. "... While all my stupid friends got to have dukes and nobles and aristocrats, I get a crusty dusty baldy from who knows where!" You hate how your boobs hang from the neck of your dress.

Your depraved husband had them make a whole new wardrobe for you after your wedding.

And the fittings and cuts on your home gowns made you want to kick him.

He further irritates you when he lazily splashes some water on you in a playful fashion. You click your tongue at him and widen your eyes in warning even though he can't see you as you pinch his arm. "Stop it, baldy! Do you even know how long it takes to wash and style hair? Exactly!" You glanced at his buzzed head. "Stop splashing your stupid grimy water on–" you gasp, fully offended now as he remains unbothered with his eyes still comfortably shut. Water drips down your nose due to the hefty handful of the soapy water that he has just hurled right onto your face.

"You–!" You toss the sponge into the tub angrily as you reach for his face with your claws. "You are DONE! I will end you today– AHH!" You screech when he manhandles you quicker than you can process it. The only thing you see is him opening his intelligent blue eyes before he gathers your offending hands in one of his much bigger, rougher ones and the arm that you had been cleaning wraps around your waist before you are pulled into the water.

… You are in utter disbelief.

Your mouth falls open in shock as your eyes clench shut to suppress your rage. "How's this?" Your jaw ticks at his cocky tone. Warm water helps itself into your heavy gown and you're getting drenched by the second. You don't even struggle to try and get out because you are all too familiar with the unrelenting quality of the vice grip that he has placed on you.

You stay quiet for a bit and just let yourself simmer in your rage while you try to think of all the reasons why you shouldn't lose your shit.

But your husband is insufferable.

"Figured you could use some cleaning up too after a long, hard day of sulking around in luxury and jewels inside the castle" that seems to set you off in an autopilot and you begin to vehemently try and shake him off. But it's impossible to do so in the hold he has you in and that makes you even more passionate towards your resolve.

The bathwater goes splashing all around as you grunt and groan, wheezing a few seconds in by the struggle you have to put forth. Your eyebrows crease together indignantly and you kick your legs hard, pathetically weaseling against his chest with your hands locked above your head.

Curtis is no more than amused while you fume. He wordlessly holds you down with adoration in his pale blue eyes as a soft smile tugging at his bearded lips. He remains quiet and soundless until you open your mouth and then he's laughing at you.

"Unhand me, fiend!" What? You read that in your literature lessons recently and thought it sounded cool.

"Oh," your husband begins to shift forwards to press you against the edge of the opposite end of the tub, "but the big bad fiend fancies himself some little princess now" that's another thing you hate.

He always tells you you're too small for big girl things and that's why you need to be taken care of. That that was also one of the reasons behind your father getting you, his only child, married to a man like him.

That you needed a firm hand in your life that only he could provide.

Absolutely absurd, right?!

"I AM NOT LITT–" you suddenly freeze amid your struggle because your eyes have subconsciously flickered down to his pink chapped lips while his breath fans your mouth. You can't decide whether it's the way Curtis' chest firmly presses against yours or the way he has your arms suspended above your head in such a… big way that you inch your head upwards and mindlessly meet his lips, way too carried away by the memories of how good they feel to be rational.

As always.

The hungry way in which he kisses you back takes your breath away and both of you begin to claw and grope at each other everywhere you can like you are lovers who have met after being parted for years. The brawling couple is nowhere to be found, for a different kind of tussle has been initiated.

Your access to him is less complicated and more pleasant because he's completely bare. But the way Curtis growls when he's kissing the length of your neck and the lovebites that he likes to leave on your tender skin indicates that he does not appreciate the barrier of your skirts between himself and you.

"Up" he separates his lips from your jaw that he now nibbles at just enough to husk out his order. You quickly obey as you feel your arousal fill your already drenched undergarments, deciding that fighting could come later. You had the rest of your lives to do that, after all. Not that you liked to admit it when you weren't about to mount his cock.

Curtis sits back and pulls you on his toned thighs to have no hassle access to you. You whine and grind yourself against his erection as he peels all your clothes off hurriedly, occasionally grunting under his breath when you get too rough because of your need.

"Come here" he keeps your jewelry on but pulls and tears away everything else. Picking up your extravagant tiara from the stool, he places it on your head and you can't help but clench before rocking your hips harder against his.

It's a silent assertion.

An act of dominance.

A paradox.

You could wear the crown and have all the power in the Kingdom over every single person but your husband.

Curtis was your regulator; your owner.

The real master.

You were the silly little puppet that he controlled with his cock.

And while it never fails to offend you later, it always makes you even wetter when your bare body is pressed up against his.

You whimper to yourself as realization dawns upon you; was this why he had the tiara placed here in his reach when you started? Did he know this was coming? Was this supposed to happen? Had your husband tricked you into becoming the wanton little thing that he always made out of you?

You whine with a timid shake of your head as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to signal him to not move when he goes to place you under him. "W- Wanna ride…" You mumble like a baby and the tenderness of your tone has him roughly inhaling before he grabs your ass and squeezes it harshly, forcing your straddle to widen against him.

"Sure you can take it on your own, honey?" Even in your submissive state, you roll your eyes before puffing your flushed cheeks and that's how Curtis knows you are the one for him.

"I think I know how to ride my husband's dick, thank you very much" he snorts.

"Oh, so now I am your husband, huh?" You groan and clamp one of your hands around his teasing grin as you reach into the water to position his tip against yourself.

"I swear, you're so fuck– ow, Curty!" Your eyebrows rush to meet as you let out a high pitched throaty whine.

"Language" he warns dangerously as he glares up at where you're suddenly hugging his shoulders sensitively so his face is between your boobs.

The combination of the apex of his dick twitching against you along with a punishing smack resounding against your wet ass had been too much for you to handle.

You were just a fragile little baby, after all.

"S- Sorry…" Your knees shake as you remain propped up on the top of his cock, too stuck around his monstrous girth to sink down and too needy to let go. "P- Please help, Curty" he has to raise one of his thick, dark eyebrows at that.

"But I thought you were a big girl who knew how to ride her man's cock" shame nibbled at your blushing cheeks.

"N- No… n- not big, Curty. P- Please… n- need you so bad" you uncomfortably shifted on the top of his cock. "P- Please help…" He hummed as he let one of his hands roughly fondle your ass cheeks, his beard feeling the soft cushions of your boobs.

"Are you saying that you admit that you are my dumb little girl who can't do anything on her own and needs me for everything?" You nod so he moves you down but stops halfway to torture you just that bit more. "Say it" the slap he lands on your butt causes your cheeks to jiggle feverishly and you arch your back at the pain with a loud whine.

"I- I…" You clench needily around him and feel yourself getting wetter at how great that one thick vein of his cock feels around your walls. "I admit t- that I am a stupid little girl and I can't do a- anything on my own–" you have to pause to recollect your breaking voice, the tension in your band of muscles that his rock hard cock stretches forming knots in the base of your stomach. "A- And that I need m- my hubby for everything" Curtis hums and he finally rests his back against the tub again as his hands aid your movements up and down his cock to get you to adjust to him.

"Now thank me" you clench and feel your toes curl when he begins to pay attention to your erect boobs and his beard scratches the skin, chapped lips grazing your nubs in a way you can only describe as pleasurable.

"Thank you!" It is breathless and erotic in tone as your hands curl around his shoulders. "Thank you for h- helping me, hubby" your hips start to work on their own now, the water that is beginning to turn cold splashing down on the floor as you slide yourself up and down his hard cock.

"Wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, huh baby?" Curtis' teeth are sharp around one particular nipple that he had neglected the last time he was on you -which was a night before the last- and now he began his addictive mix of sucking and biting at the bud so you would be reminded of him every time anything brushed against it.

"N- No, hubby…" The fact that your nails are digging into his hard pale skin -that doesn't get tanned no matter what, much to your confusion- but it doesn't seem to bother him as he rams up into you each time you land on his balls makes you reach for your pussy only for your hand to be smacked away.

Uh oh.

It's a rule; your body belongs to Curtis and only he gets to touch it.

"And why is that?" Your vision gets dizzy as his tip begins to collide with your spongy bundle of sensitive nerves now, his girth having finally parted your walls enough.

You feel yourself in a daze as you gasp down at him, one of your hands mindlessly stroking his sharp features. Curtis' body is the most stunning contrast of light and dark. His skin is white as snow -almost as though he has been carved out of frost itself- and his thick hair is nearly black. He hasn't yet disclosed to you his origins or the backstories of the many scars that litter his body. But the menace with which he wields a weapon -though he prefers not to be a soldier around you, unappreciative of you ever showing up on the field or anywhere near it- and the way your father trusts him with all of your lives sends the faintest chill of realization down your spine.

Your husband is not as simple as the Kingdom Protector that he makes himself out to be.

Because the ruthless way in which he shot down the person who tried to abduct you when you tried to flee your wedding makes you wonder if you even want to find out just what you open your legs to everytime you can.

Or he wants.

"Hm?" Curtis pulls you out of your fear inducing reverie. "Answer the question and I'll give it to you, baby" you feel your tiara slip to one side and go crooked on your wet hair when he gives you a particularly hard thrust.

"Ugghhhheeee!" You gurgle as you throw your head back because of how he bites your nipple at the same time. You rake your mind to remember where you were, clenching hard around him when it does come back. "B- Because I am too d- dumb and my l- little pussy is too small to handle you all by myself, hubby" the profane words that would usually sting you tongue and appall you only further add to the pressure building between your hips.

You're so close.

Curtis growls and the way he begins to fuck up your pussy indicates that it's taking all of him not to change position and plunder you into the ground.

But he never refuses the wishes of his Princess.

His fingers finally creep to where you need him most. "That's fuckin' right" a loud moan escapes you when his thumb begins to swipe up and down your clit. "So remember that the next time you wanna argue with your man who works hard in the hot dirty field all day long so you can be a pretty little Princess in a protected Kingdom" your whole body is on fire despite the water that surrounds you. You're wet, dirty, desperate and on the very edge, the stimulation on your clit pulling at the knots in your stomach harder and harder. You're incoherent with your pleas and praises but Curtis isn't quite finished with you just yet. A firm tap thumps against the side of your head condescending as he readjusts your tiara. "Tell me you'll remember it" before he wraps his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer again.

"I'll remember it, hubby!" You throw your head back as pleasure erupts up your womb and everywhere in your body. Your knees give out but you keep slamming yourself up and down his dick animalistically like a cock drunk nymph, placing your hands on the edges of the tub and using the grip to help move yourself. "Thank you so much!" Your ears are numb and hot, vision full of stars and neon shapes as you feel your breasts jiggle in a humiliating manner but you are too far gone to care.

Your heart is still erratic and your hips haven't completely stopped moving when he decides to take back all the reigns of control.

Being the simpleton that you are, you fail to realize that your husband didn't come. But that's okay. Curtis understands; little Princesses like you don't know anything but selfishness.

It's a good thing he's a taker.

"My turn" he breathily whispers in your ear when you have somewhat calmed down and now tiredly rest against his chest while lazily moving yourself on his cock.

"... H- Huh?"

A loud groan of protest escapes you when he suddenly rotates you on his cock like it's your axis, shifting onto his knees and moving you towards the opposite end of the tub. You open your eyes to see him placing your hands around the edge of the tub to hold on to, the realization of what he is about to do you causing your eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets as you sputter, too confused and fucked out to say anything substantial.

Not that your husband would listen anyways.

That is another rule; you are never to deprive him of anything, yourself being the top of the list of said things.

Curtis adjusts your tiara again as he moves back to wrap his hands around your thighs to both handle you better and keep your legs that are trying to clamp together wide open for him.

"Oh!" Your pussy clenches in defense when he begins to thrust into you.

And he isn't gentle about it either.

"Tsk, comparing me, a husband who serves his wife with his blood and sweat to those sissy elites who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives and only know their fancy words" one of his hands pull back to come rapping down on your ass, causing you to jump with a loud whine, the action causing him to groan as well as it sends vibrations up his cock. "Well you know what, my dear?" He pulls you back by your hair to whisper in your ear. "If it comes to it, do you think those dukes and nobles and aristocrats of yours will be able to protect the honor of their ward like I did?" Fuck, another orgasm is about to force itself out of you due to the sensitive condition of your pussy. "Huh?!" Another slap has you yelling out a response as you get rammed like nothing more than a common whore.

"N- No, hubby! I am sorry, hubby!"

"You better fuckin' be" Curtis sounds fatally dangerous as he holds you to him by a new grip he has placed on the curve of your pussy from behind. "No real man ever wants the name of another on his wife's tongue" his balls clap against your ass in the most erotic way you've ever known. "Don't take my affections for granted" he begins to toy with your folds just to torture you that much more. "You're too spoiled and stupid to handle me when I get pissed, honey."

He is breathless as he empties his load into you, cursing when the hot burst of thick liquid causes you to fall over again and you clench around him due to the sensitivity. "Look at this, baby" one of his rough hands clamp around your throat as he bends over you to fuck you harder, holding one of your thighs over his arm to allow himself deeper access. "You can't even breathe without my permission… how fucking cute" your lungs burn for air and your brain melts.

"Yes, hubby…" Is the only thing you can hear yourself muttering through the numbness as your body rocks back and forth. You can swear you knock out a couple times as your husband thoroughly fucks his orgasm out and into you.

Then he pulls you in his arms and against his chest when he is done.

"My hair…" His cock is hot inside your cavern as you cuddle into his chest, having been turned around again as the two of you snuggle now.

Curtis has always told you that it's very pretty, just like all your other features. "What about it?" Your husband's own breathing is heavy as he reaches to push it out of your face. Your tiara is long gone and forgotten after it went missing during the fuck.

"The soapy water ruined it…" You softly pout up at him.

"I mean…" The warm and blissed out expression in his eyes is evidence that he doesn't agree nor care. Your beauty is something he always compliments with no hesitation and complete honesty. You are the prettiest sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. It makes you roll your eyes everytime. "We can be the baldies, the two of us, hm?" You huff and glance at the ceiling tiredly. "The… baldy couple…?" He imitates the way you say it in your exact accent and you can't help but push weakly at his chest to express your dislike. "I mean," Curtis is grinning now. Uh oh, that can't be good, it never is. "Bet the tiara would look even cuter on your shiny cueball head–"

"YOU'RE SO OBSCENE, UGH!" He doesn't mind the childish fist that you land on his shoulder only to whine because his skin is too hard for your pampered little hand.

Curtis snorts as he reaches for your hurting hand and kisses the top of it before slowly standing up with you safely tucked in his huge arms. "Only for you, honey" before he carefully removes you from his cock and hauls you over his shoulder, smacking your ass to make you squeak as he walks to the shower to get the now grimy bathwater off of the two of you.

Your head maid shakes her head from outside your chambers as she motions for the rest of your helpers to excuse you for the day. It wouldn't be until morning that anyone would be able to get you two off of each other.

"The Princess pretends like she doesn't know the Chief but he is the only one who has ever made her so… soft" one of the girls that basically grew up with you and was one of your good friends giggled shyly.

"That's because she's a fiddle for the Chief, whether she wants to admit it or not" the other one rolls her eyes as they walk away from the group.

"Perhaps that's what a comfortable marriage is" your friend muses aloud as the two girls turn the corner towards their quarters. "Being hopeless fiddles for each other in our own ways."

It was true, for it was not one sided by any means.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

week 3 - day 10 - kinktober - somnophilia - best friend's brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

warning - somnophilia

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

I huff as I walk through the front door, just wanting to strip down and shower. I let out a grunt of annoyance when I hear giggles and yelps from the kitchen, deciding to head there first to scream at whoever is making the noise to shut up. The moment I step into the room, my eyes grow wide, and my pants tighten.

“Curtis! You remember Y/n, right?” The sound of his sister's voice is zoned out as his eyes are glued onto the small figure, and his eyes drift down and take in the way her pink dress hugs her figure perfectly, and how there’s flour on her rosy red cheeks, he lets out a grunt before turning and quickly heading to his room.

Not seeing how disappointed you were, the way your eyes dropped, full of tears as your plump lip quivered. His sister shrugs, muttering how he must be in a bad mood before continuing with the baked goods sitting on the kitchen counter. You slowly start to help, your mood slightly drained, wishing the crush you had on your best friend's brother would go away by now.

The moment Curtis entered his room, his clothes came off, and his hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Furiously stroking it as his head tips back, eyes closed, and he pictures what you’d look like on your knees for him. He wasn’t expecting you to look so grown, how your breasts bounced as you giggled and how he wished he could take that plump bottom lip of yours and suck on it.

Pants and groans leave his mouth, his hand moving faster and harder against his cock, the tip angry and leaking. His other hand goes down to his balls and gives them a tug and a squeeze before his cock erupts, and his cum shoots out of him, covering his dirty clothes and some of his floor. Curtis pants, desperately trying to catch his breath before heading into his bathroom and washing the day away.

He spent most of his time in his room, feeling as though he’d pounce on you if he saw you again. When night came, and dinner was ready, he heard a soft knock on his wooden door. He grunts as he gets up, ready to bite the head off of whoever decides to disturb him. He swings his door open, prepared to yell, and stops short. His skin turns a pale white. He can feel himself start to sweat as he hardens in his boxers. The sight before him was both a blessing and a curse.

Standing there was you, wearing a cute short sheer light pink nightie that hugs your figure nicely, and what gets to him the most is the little rose bow between your breasts. Deciding he’s been standing there for too long in complete silence, he grunts again, not realising the effect on the woman standing before him when he does.

“What?” His piercing blue eyes stare her down, watching as she squirms. Her big doe-like eyes stare up at him, nervously chewing on her lip. Y/n gestures with her hands.

“Dinners ready, and S/n told me to come to get you.” Curtis’s eyes fall and focus on how her breasts bounce as her hands wave around. He blinks several times when he notices she’s waiting for him to answer. He nods, gestures for her to go ahead as he walks out of his room and follows behind her. His bottom lip is between his teeth as he watches her ass jiggle as she walks, trying to stop his cock from growing hard because he wouldn’t be able to hide it with what little clothes he’s wearing.

Curtis watches Y/n turn slightly to look at him, giving him a shy smile before quickly scurrying away to where dinner is being held. Curtis wasn’t happy. Throughout dinner, his sister wouldn’t shut up, mainly when she talked about finding someone for Y/n to hook up with and when Curtis found out that she’s never been with a man before. He wanted to throw her onto that table and have her for dinner. When dinner finally ended, Curtis abruptly got up and left, needing to get out of the room fast before he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

The rest of the night, while you and his sister went to her room to watch those stupid romcoms, Curtis stroked himself until his cock became sensitive. He sits up, groaning as his cock is still hard and his body is covered in sweat. No woman has ever made him feel like this, especially when they’re not in the same room.

He gets up and heads out of his room, heading towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. Curtis reaches up and grabs a mug before filling it with water and gulping the liquid down. Curtis stares at the cup for a few seconds, “fuck it,” he places the cup into the sink before stalking quietly to his sister’s room. Curtis stops at her door, noticing that it’s slightly open, and he peeks inside, seeing that the both of you are fast asleep.

Curtis smirks, knowing his sister is an extremely deep sleeper. I mean, she should be with the number of sleeping pills he put in both of your drinks. Enough to possibly knock out an elephant, his eyes focus on your small form. The nightie that has become his favourite has now lifted, showing off the cute pair of pink silk knickers. The outline of her pussy lips can be seen from where he is standing, causing a groan to leave him.

Stepping into the room, he moves closer to the bed, where you lie flat on your back. Legs spread as if you were expecting him, his hand strokes your thigh, watching your face to see if you’d wake. When you don’t make a sign that you��ll wake anytime soon, Curtis moves his hand up and to your clothed core, his fingers skimming over the smooth fabric before making a connection with your swollen button.

He rubs small circles against your button, and your soft moans fill the air as you wiggle in your sleep. Curtis crawls onto the bed, his cock rock hard with the thought of his fantasy finally coming true. His hand continues to rub your little cunt, feeling your knickers begin to soak through before he slowly pulls them down and off your body.

His mouth drops open as he looks at your glistening cunt, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Curtis slowly moves closer, just needing a small taste, only a tiny one. His chest connects with the bed, holding himself up by his elbows as his hands grab hold of your ass and pulls you closer to his mouth. A moan falls from his lips when his lips touch yours, the smell and taste of your soft cunt enter his mind, and he slowly becomes feral. His tongue sweeps inside your cunt, scooping up as much of you as he can before his mouth moves up to your little button. His tongue swirls around it before his lips wrap around it and suck, his tongue flicking it as your sleeping body thrashes, tiny hands trying to find something to grab onto.

As you cum, Curtis moves back down to your hole, licking and slurping up as much as he can before he stops and gets on his knees, pushing his boxers down and revealing his thick and bulging member. Underneath sit a heavy set of balls, ready to be emptied. Grabbing hold of the base, Curtis lines the tip with your sopping wet entrance before slowly pushing in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as the feel of your tight cunt hugs him. Your walls pulsate around his heavy member. The resistance gets to him, making him feel feral as he pushes deeper inside.

Once Curtis bottoms out, a moan slips from his lips, his head dropping as he takes a moment to appreciate the feel of you wrapped around him. His dark blue eyes stare down at your sleeping form, slowly pulling out before he thrusts back in, his hands resting on either side of your hips as he thrusts into your tight little cunt. His pace starts picking up as groans of pleasure slip from his lips, never wanting this to end. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot causing sleepy whimpers to leave you.

Curtis wraps his arms around your thighs and lifts your hips in the air as your upper half still lays on the bed. Snapping his hips harder and faster inside you, causing the bed to shake as Curtis desperately wants to cum, fill you up and breed you. Have you fall pregnant and not know who or how, he’s heard you talk about being filled, fucked in your sleep by this mystery man that you have a crush on. Curtis has always been jealous of him, not knowing it was him that you were talking about. When he heard you tell his sister you popped your cherry with a toy, he had to quickly rush to his room and tug on his cock until his balls were wholly emptied. Curtis wants you full with his children. The thought of you walking around with a baby bump caused by him makes his cock throb, twitching wildly and balls tightening as he cums. White coats your walls, his cock buried deep inside you, and he feels you jerk and cum around him, pulsating around him, milking him dry of all inside him.

He slowly pulls out, looking down and scooping up the cum that leaks out before bringing it up to your mouth and pushing his fingers inside, groaning as he feels you suck on them. Curtis grabs the cute pair of knickers you had on and balls them into his hand, slowly crawling off the bed and bending down, placing a soft kiss on your lips before walking out of the room and to his. He heads to a set of drawers and opens them, adding to the collection of the other pairs he’s stolen from you.

A dark smile forms on his face as he heads over to his bed and lies down, sighing in contempt. One day you will be his and his only, a gold band on your ring finger and a litter of kids running around.

You will hold his last name, whether you know it or not.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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(\_/). 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | hunter!Curtis Everett x bunny hybrid!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | grumpy x sunshine, fluff, size difference, cutely dumb!reader, mean-ish!Curtis, roommates to lovers (begrudgingly), innocent & inexperienced!reader, possessive behaviour, SMUT - minors DNI, oral (f & m), fingering (f), unprotected sex (p in v, anal), dirty talk, size kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, degradation, dumbification, breeding kink, ruined/corruption kink, creampie(s). specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | To escape the crowded city of sharp lights, crime, and loud cars, Curtis moved out to the wilderness. He craved the quiet solitude of the forest with nothing but animals and trees to keep him company for miles. He was satisfied until you, a shy yet lively, clumsy hybrid with a nick in your ear, stumbled into his territory. From my sunny bunny party.

𝗔/𝗡 | well it took months but I’ve finally done it !! I’ve decided to make this au into a collection/sandbox, similar to my cruel daddy series, so there isn’t a set storyline. this is just a collection of one shots, blurbs and drabbles set in the same au. No gifs/photos belong to me [pinterest board], all credits go to the original creators. [smut=*] as always, I hope you all enjoy !! ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Feel free to send requests or asks about this collection!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: one shots, drabbles and blurbs. not in chronological order.

how you met

he teaches you things

you sneak out | you get hurt (dumb bunny)* | full body checkup*

his stupid bunny*

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒: the really itty bitty blurbs.

getting lost | your love language

lumberjack!hunter!curtis | stealing his clothes

#momma and daddy: pregnancy cuddles

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘:

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #thath drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots | fluff

all asks | ideas | art | spicy videos | links (videos/tiktoks)

momma!bunny reader x daddy!curtis

about | psa | about (my version of) bunny hybrids

Characters: curtis | reader

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months

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4k fic recommendations

thank you all so so much for 4000 followers! truly, that's wild! unfortunately I don't have the time right now to do the usual fun, big celebration, but I do have time to scrounge up some fics I've been loving lately/just ones that are on my mind, show them a little bit of love. other then that, I hope you all are having a wonderful morning, afternoon or night, sending you all a bunch of smooches in the form of recommending some fun reads ♡

the bodyguard by @chvoswxtch (bodyguard!frank castle x reader, series, still ongoing)

I love this series. every time a new part comes out I genuinely get so excited! I also low-key feel so spoiled because I know court and she tells me a bunch of secrets about things she wants to play with in this story... love you court. thank you for blessing us with this amazing AU.

why are you scared? by @onsunnyside (stepbrother!curtis everett x innocent!reader)

yes, this was a halloween fic but I still think about it to this day. I only have one question for you, do you like somno? are you a little somno hoe? if so, might I recommend this nasty little piece of fiction because DAMN! like all of sonny's works, this is just the purest of filth and we love that here. (also her life has been pretty busy lately, so I just hope she's okay. hope you're okay, darling. miss seeing your beautiful little stories on this mess of a website)

your head is so numb (that nervous breath you try to hide) by @oncasette (eddie munson x reader)

best friends to lovers is actually something that can be so personal. I gobble that shit up every time. (also just hey roma. get over here, let me give you a lil smooch♡)

reader being like a little crow blurb by @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)

idk what to tell you, this is actually just the cutest ♡

this blurb by @solarluvs (peter parker x clumsy!reader)

PETER AND CLUMSY!READER! THIS IS THE KIND OF ROMCOM I NEED IN MY LIFE!!!!

sirius doesn't want you to leave for work by @bruisedboys (sirius black x reader)

in this house, we worship adorable little domestic tales like this.

this blurb by @ddejavvu (eddie brock x reader)

and speaking of domestic little tales, no one does it better then my wifey mei. she is the queen of adorable little blurbs. so if you like pretty dresses, chocolate or monsters flirting with you, this blurb is for you ♡

this blurb by @ddejavvu (aaron hotchner x bau!reader)

okay, even though I'm not really an aaron girlie, this one was just too cute to pass up. also, maybe a little bit too relatable going grocery shopping while looking like an actual zombie. I remember the time when I lived somewhere where I bump into my crush on those kinda days... it is mortifying, but the kind of mortifying that you're secretly crossing your fingers to have happen, you know?

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babyjakes · 1 year

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angel's aid. [blurb.]

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event | feb '23 blurb night

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

pairing | friend!curtis everett x reader

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

word count | 474

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hands, breaths," you repeat.

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

#eun's writing #angel's aid #eun's blurb nights #feb ‘23 blurb night #curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett blurb #curtis everett drabble #curtis everett headcanon #curtis everett one shot #curtis everett imagine #hurt/comfort #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #snowpiercer #snowpiercer fanfiction

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justalonelyslytherin · 1 year

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For your writing prompts-

Gentle and Curtis

Thank you so much for sending this in nonnie. I could not decide in which direction to go, there were two ideas I had nearly instantly. So I combined them sort of. Hope you enjoy it <3

How it started:

“Woah, he is so scary!”

“Do you think he keeps glaring like that when he is alone?”

“If looks could kill we’d all be dead already.”

Her friend's comments made her roll her eyes. Their girls' evening had quickly shifted to one theme. Or rather one person. The tall and intimidating-looking man, sitting in the corner with an empty glass before him.

She was guilty of stealing glances all evening, just as her friends had. However, hers weren’t anxious ones, not meant to gossip and talk about him just out of his earshot. Rather, as her friends had teased her about it - and the reason why they had started talking about him in the first place - she was looking at him with hearty, all-adoring eyes.

“I bet he isn’t that scary. He seems nice.”

“Nice?! Did you hit your head somewhere?” Her friend, sounding exasperated, scolded as she was looking at him once more. He leaned against the wall, one arm casually thrown over another chair, while his other one toyed with the rim of the empty glass before him. He was entirely focused on himself, looking at the table and rarely looking around.

“I’ve seen him around here a couple of times. He is quiet which a lot of people equate to cold or aggressive. Every time I have seen him, he was always polite. Even helped Tanya with her bags and played ball with her little son.”

The doubting looks of her friends surrounded her, none of them convinced. If all they seemed to be concerned for her. But their hesitancy only egged her on, bringing her to a decision, “I’m going to go over and talk to him!”

A chorus of protest arose, they tried to stop her, but before any of them could grab her, she stood up and walked away. Her path led her straight to the table in the corner, where she plopped down on one of the empty chairs beside him.

“Can I get you a refill?” Although her heart beat triple as fast as it should, she stayed strong, putting on a smile as she looked over at the slumped figure. At first, he barely glanced at her, letting out a huff before he waved her away without a word.

She didn’t budge, in fact, she didn’t relent one bit, not even blinking at his dismissive attitude. Wiggling forward to the edge of her seat, she placed her arms on the table and leaned toward him. “You know I have seen you around here a couple of times.”

That got him to spare her a glance and the slightest upward twitch of his lips. “And?” His deep voice rumbled, causing a pleasant shiver to roll down her spine and a certain tingling warmth to creep over her.

“I know you aren’t the big bad wolf everyone thinks you are.” Her choice of nickname produced an actual sound of amusement to leave his lips. A clear victory in her eyes and one that made her do a little dance in celebration on the spot.

Finally turning his attention towards her, his blue eyes took her in, sweeping slowly up and down. His lips were raised in a crooked smirk as his eyes zeroed in on hers. “You sure about that?”

She was one hundred percent sure now that he was amused, going along with her bold flirting. “What if I am?” Grinning she bit on her bottom lip and hummed. Leaning even further towards him, she murmured.

“Then I’ll happily be the innocent sheep.”

“And this sheep would like to get to know you.” Curtis let out another laugh, one so soft that it made her stomach twist.

Her breath hitched quietly as she murmured, once more, “So, can I get you another drink?” With bated breath, she waited for his answer. “How about I’ll get you one?”

How it’s going:

There was a knock at the door, after which it slowly opened. The big figure that appeared stopped in the doorframe, hesitantly remaining there before he entered the room.

Curtis was visibly nervous. His signature beanie missing from his head, instead, his short buzzed hair was on display – had his hair been any longer it would have certainly been messed up from the number of times he had run his hands over. He kept rubbing one big hand over his mouth, dragging it down over his beard-covered chin, trying to hide behind it. It made her smile.

“Come in,” she whispered softly, beckoning him over to her side. His eyes darted from her to the bundle in her arms multiple times before he approached in careful, well-calculated steps. As he sank down in the chair beside her bed, he was barely able to lift his eyes up to hers. They were once more focused on her arms. It took him quite a while to direct his eyes at her and when he did so, there was concern written in those big, soft blue eyes of his.

“Hi,” he mumbled quietly, clearing his throat. It made her heart melt. “Hi,” she called back, laughing softly at the way this big, burly man was looking at her with eyes the size of the moon.

“Are you ok? How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Couldn’t be feeling better under the current circumstances.” He softly rumbled at that, before his eyes jumped back downwards.

“You want to hold her?”

“I– can I?” He asked. “I won’t hurt her?”

“You won’t.” At his disbelieving glare, she rolled her eyes. “You won’t!”

Rubbing his clammy hands over his jeans-clad thighs, he shuffled in the chair, ultimately giving up. It was the briefest nod with which he confirmed her question. The desire bubbling inside him was immeasurable and not comparable to the reserved way he forced himself to act. Behind his hesitation and restrained behavior stood an innate fear to hurt the innocent creature, the new life, in his wife's arms.

As she placed the child in his arms, she helped him adjust his hold, reassuring him with a squeeze of his hand he was doing well. It didn’t stop him from freezing the second she retracted her hand and he was left holding his tiny newborn daughter in his big arms.

“Baby, you can breathe.” She felt almost bad for giggling at him. The big, scary-looking man that could make an entire room go quiet with his presence alone looked so scared by a tiny being born only a couple of hours ago.

She knew the concern came from a deep place of care and love. He knew of his strength and he didn’t want to hurt her. Not that he would ever be able to hurt her. Looking down at the tiny little thing, not even big enough to fill the entire length of his forearm, his heart doubled. She watched his eyes grow softer and relaxed the longer he looked.

“She’s beautiful,” he rasped, voice shaky, as his thumb started drawing up and down the side of her body. When she let out a tiny yawn, wiggling in her father’s arms she heard his breath hitch. A soft, almost disbelieving, chuckle left his lips.

#sly's asks #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett x you #curtis everett fanfiction

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eulalielatibule · 9 months

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I should clarify too that by next WIP, I mean next WIP that is my main focus, because I have a ton of WIPs rn 😂

#wanda maximoff x reader #curtis everett x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #stucky #stucky fluff #andrew garfield!peter parker imagine

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, Steve Rogers being annoying, arguments

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

That bastard is still out there. He’s lurking,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Let me get the big guns out. I’ll kill him with one precise blow to his ugly face.”

“Lloyd we talked about this. We won’t kill Captain America,” Andy tuts. He checks on the security cameras again.

“But the thought is nice—” Lloyd flashes his brother a smirk. “Right? Don’t you want to lose control sometimes and just punch the asshole?”

“You’ll only break your hand,” you grab Lloyd’s hand before he can punch an invisible enemy. “We talked about this. Let me handle my former boss. He’s stubborn but will lose interest soon enough.”

“I don’t think he will leave anytime soon,” Ari looks out of the window to keep an eye on Steve. He’s sitting in front of the gate, pouting like an angry child.

“Fine,” you huff. “He leaves me no choice.” You get your phone out to call someone to get Steve off your friends’ property. “I hate getting him involved, but this can’t be helped.”

“Gentlemen,” Tony watches you and the brothers step out of the mansion. He grins and licks his lips at Steve’s reaction. The captain barks orders at your friends, ready to take the gate down.

“Mr. Stark, thank you for coming,” you usher the brothers toward the gate. “I didn’t know what else to do. The captain won’t believe me that I stay at my friends’ place on free terms.”

Tony flashes you a smile. He’s still disappointed that you didn’t want to work for him but understands that you needed space and tried to start a new life, with a new job.

“Anything for you, darling,” he gives you a curt nod before turning his attention toward Steve. “Cap, we should go now. Here’s nothing for us to do.”

“Tony, they are holding Y/N hostage,” Steve points at you standing next to the brothers. Ari, Lloyd, and Curtis immediately crowd you. “See, they won’t let her breathe. I can only imagine what they have done to her since she came here.”

“OH, yeah,” Tony smirks at his friend. “She looks very displeased.” He quirks a brow.

“See—” Steve nods. “You can see it too!”

“Steve, I tried to be sarcastic. Y/N is glowing and looks happy. We should leave her and her friends alone.”

“No! I won’t leave her to these vultures wanting to take advantage of her kindness and innocence. I have to save her!”

“Ah,” the cocky billionaire nods thoughtfully. “I think we are having a Snow White situation here.” Tony smirks at his friend.

“What do you mean, asshat?” Lloyd grunts, ready to fight Iron Man and Captain America if he must.

“Seven guys longing for one woman?” Tony snickers. “Six brothers and one Captain trying to win the beautiful princess’s heart over.”

“I understand that reference, but I’m not a dwarf, Tony,” Steve grunts. “If she’s Snow White, then I’m the Prince Charming!” He points at the brother. “And these men are not friendly dwarfs but criminals and kidnappers.”

“Hey! I’m not a dwarf either, Iron Bucket,” Lloyd angrily glares at Tony. “I know you were always good to Y/N, but I won’t let you get away with insulting me…or my brothers.”

“Wait! I think Snow White got seven dwarfs, right?” Mike throws in. He furrows his brows, struggling to remember the fairytale their mother used to read to him. “We are only six.”

“This makes Captain asshole the seventh dwarf,” Curtis laughs loudly. “I think he’s the one they called Dopey. He doesn’t understand the simplest things.”

“I’ll free Y/N!” Steve points his index finger at Curtis. “You won’t hurt her on my watch.”

“Hurt her?” Jake has had enough. He steps toward the gate, hands wrapping around the bars. Jake sneers at Steve and grits his teeth. “The only person hurting her was you! She lost her job, the one she loved because you wanted to stick your dick into that stupid bitch’s snatch. What a man you are. Ordering food for everyone but the sweet woman saving your ungrateful ass every day.”

“You know nothing about me and Y/N!” Steve angrily replies. “I-I made mistakes but tried to apologize. When I came to her home, she was gone. Kidnapped by you and your brothers!”

“We didn’t kidnap her! Y/N is my friend. She came to my café to tell me about all the shit you pulled on her. Day after day she worked her cute ass off to make your life easier. Was it too much to ask for that you gave her a little respect and paid for her fucking lunch?” Jake kicks the bars. “I swear, you’re lucky the gate is in between us. If not, you’d be dog food.”

“Whoa, Jakie,” Lloyd places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Freaking out and threatening people to kill them is my job. How about you bring Y/N back inside and leave this job to me and Ari.”

“She stands right behind you, Lloyd,” you grunt and slap Lloyd’s ass. “I can speak for myself.” You step next to Jake to look Steve in the eyes. “Listen, I know you believe what you are doing is the right thing, but you couldn’t be more wrong. These men are my friends. Jake is my friend and he’d never hurt me. Please just leave.”

“But they—” Steve points at Lloyd. “I don’t trust them. I know you are kind and believe people are always good, but there are bad people out there, who wanting to take advantage of a pretty girl like you. I can’t let them do this to you.”

“My friends won’t harm me in any way,” you purse your lips. “I’m not like Sandy, a damsel in distress. I don’t look tough like Agent Romanoff, but I know how to defend myself.”

“She can defend herself,” Ari places his hand on your shoulder, “but she doesn’t have to. We are here to defend her and her honor. So, if you’d kindly fuck off now, we want to have dinner with our lovely Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t you have anything to say?” Steve despairs. He can see the determination in your eyes and can only hope you are not wrong. He’d never forgive himself if these men take advantage of you. “Do something!”

“Alright,” Tony claps his hands. “I got enough of this, kiddos. I’m too old for this shit.” He says. “Even though, Capsicle is older than me.”

“Tony!”

“How about you let Steve stay for the night? He promises to behave, and you promise to let him have a look at Y/N’s room.”

“He can have a look at my ass before I let him inside my home!” Lloyd points at his ass.

“Uh-I don’t know,” Mike murmurs. “If he can have a look around the house and sees that we are treating Y/N with respect, he’ll leave us alone.”

“I hate to say it, but Mike ain’t wrong,” Andy throws in. “He won’t leave and I’m not much into getting spied on. Having Captain America lurk around your house is bad for our reputation. People will start asking questions.”

Steve watches the brothers and you discuss Tony’s suggestion. He uses his enhanced hearing to listen to your heartbeat. Your heart beats normally. You’re not afraid at the moment, but he’s still not convinced that you are not in danger.

“Fine by me.” Steve finally says.

“The shield stays outside,” Lloyd points at Steve’s shield. “…and you won’t set foot into our home wearing your ugly suit. Civilian clothes, no shield.”

“He’ll follow your rules and leave your house, tomorrow morning,” Tony stretches his hand out. “I give you my word, Mr. Hansen.”

“I’ll keep you up on that promise,” Lloyd grabs Tony’s hand. He squeezes hard, making sure Tony knows the man in front of him isn’t afraid of Iron Man at all. “If you break it…well…you don’t want to know what happens if you fuck with Lloyd Hansen.”

“Revenge for champions will happen,” Ari grunts. He points at Tony. “You better keep your buddy in line. If not, I’ll release the beast.”

“…I’m the beast,” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I love letting hellfire rain down on my enemies. Especially when I can defend our sweet Y/N…”

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#lloyd hansen #curtis everett #steve rogers #ari levinson #jake jensen #mike weiss #plus-sized reader #andy barber #The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions #plussized!reader

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writing-for-marvel · 7 months

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

💧💗🔥 Secret Door (series) by @buckyownsmylife

😈🔥 A Stranger Arrives by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 Rained Out by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

🔥 Dirty Little Secret by @vellicore

💗 Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Hypothetically Speaking by @littleseasiren

🔥 Distracted by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Screen Lesson by @vilentia

💗 Post apocalyptic Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗🔥 Replace Me by @fandoms-writings

💗🔥 Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

🔥 Impure Thoughts Part One | Part Two by @samodivaa

💗 Imagine calling Bucky while he’s at work by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Steve Rogers

💗 Tall and Two Sugars by @sarahghetti

💗 The Moment He Knew by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 He Comes Back by @imtryingbuck

💧💗 Handsome Stranger by @/lives-in-midgard

🔥 Can’t Wait That Long by @worksby-d

Sam Wilson

🔥 Touch Me by @galatially

💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 Don’t Tell My Boyfriend, It’s Not What He’s Made For by @wwilsonbarness

🔥💗 Dancing’s When I Think of You by @targaryenvampireslayer

💗 You and I Were Fireworks by @feelmyskinonyourskin

💧💗 Desperately Seeking Sam by @onceuponastory

Joaquin Torres

🔥 Inexperienced Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 Mixup by @blackbat05

Peter Parker

💧💗 Shaken (Not Stirred) by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Joel Miller

💗 Dancin’ in the Dark by @jobean12-blog

💗 Fall In Love by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Late Night Movie by @holacia3

💗 Date Night by @/holacia3

Multiple Characters

💧💗 Sleep Deprivation by @brandycranby [Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen & Ransom Drysdale]

💧💗 Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters by @angelltheninth [Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker]

#fic rec #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers fanfic #Sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #Sam wilson fanfic #Joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #Peter Parker #Peter Parker x reader #Joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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A Permanent Claim

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: After taking a high turnaround job as a nanny, you find yourself thrown into the world of bikers where you’re claimed by the leader

Pairing: biker!Curtis Everett x nanny!Reader

Curtis & Mousey drabbles

#biker!curtis x nanny!reader #biker!curtis #biker!curtis everett x reader #biker!curtis everett #biker!curtis everett x nanny!reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett imagines fluff #curtis everett imagine fluff #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett imagines #curtis everett x reader angst #curtis everett x reader smut #curtis everett x reader fluff #curtis everett #a permanent claim #a permanent claim masterlist #a permanent claim series

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dungeonpuppykai · 4 months

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Ex-Marine!Curtis and his pouty mouthy spoilt brat gf!Reader;

The man is so tired.

Because the house resembles an animal shelter more and more everyday.

But that doesn't stop you.

It's not your fault though.

If anything, he's to blame since he always caves in.

"NO!" Curtis' eyes flutter close momentarily as you brattily swat his held out hand away from your position on the ground.

"Princess..."

"I am NOT leaving without Timmy!" You refuse to look at your stern boyfriend because you know you'll falter if you do.

"Y/n." You turn your back to his tattooed hand that he attempts to hold out for you once more, pouting as you crouch on the ground of the alley next to the old dresser that your brand new friend Timmy -a stray puppy- had hidden itself in.

"No! Get away, ugh! Can't you see?! You're scaring him, Daddy!" Curtis sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as you reach into the dresser to look for the animal.

The man has contemplated to look into whether he could buy some tetanus shots for the home first-aid kit due to your rather frequent rescue missions.

But he would sooner go back to war than let you bring home yet another animal that you found on the road on one of your evening walks that was a routine with him.

Enough was enough.

"I am going to count to 3." You pout as you stubbornly keep searching for the puppy.

"Ugh, Daddy! Why can't you understand?!" You cry out dramatically, causing the man to roll his eyes inwardly. "I'll DIE if I leave Timmy here!"

"Alright, that's it." Curtis speaks more to himself as he reaches out for you only to have you squeal and try to crawl away but in vain.

Your boyfriend's rough fingers have already found their way to one of your ankles.

It is both crazy and hot (not that you would agree right now since you are mad at him) how easily he can handle your body like you don't weigh anything.

Curtis turns a deaf ear to your protests, whines, threats and screams as he hooks your leg over his shoulder, silently making his way out of the alley and towards your house.

All while you have no choice but to hang upside down your boyfriend's giant body by one of your ankles.

Punishment is in order.

Curtis will show you.

Just because he spoils doesn't mean he can't discipline.

#4 am brain rot #i was actually working on 2 completely different fics #lmfao #fluff #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x reader #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader #curtis everett x you #snowpiercer #curtis everett fluff #kais rambles

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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I can't stop thinking about lumberjack Ari/Curtis that built a huge library for his wife reader 🥹

She always complain that she has too many books but no space for them, so he turns one of their spare room into a library for her, he also put a little fireplace and this room has a big window that overlooks his workplace, it has a space to sit too so she can watch his husband at work while she read

He put a couch with some cozy and soft pillows and some blankets, and when they'll have kids, she'll pit a rocking chair too, so she can read to their baby 🥹 but in the meantime she reads for him in the evening before they go to bed

-🌻

hello baby! I'm so so sorry for taking so long to get to this request! but I do hope you like what I have written.

summary - your husband built you a library, and it's a dream come true for you.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Curtis clears his throat, gaining your attention from the book in your hands. You look up at him with a soft smile, “Can you follow me, honey? I have something to show you.” His hands are behind his back as he gestures with his head. You nod and place a bookmark in your book before gently placing it down and standing from your seat. You walk toward him and interlock his hands with your own, following as he leads you through the house to the empty room that you haven’t decided what to do with it yet.

You look at him, confused, but he replies by opening the door, and a gasp falls from your lips. “Curtis?” You walk into the room and look around, shocked. He built you your very own library, which you drew up on a piece of paper once. You turn toward him with tears in your eyes, “You built me a library?”

He nods, holding his breath, hoping your reaction is good. “You are always talking about how you don’t have any more room for your books, and I thought this would be a good place to keep them, and for the future when we have kids….” You grin widely, walking over to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

“I love it, Curtis. Thank you, this means a lot.” You lean up on your tippy toes and press your lips against his. You let go of him and walk over to the shelf, picking one of his favourite books and sitting on the comfy chair, patting the spot next to you. “Why don’t we practice for when we have kids?”

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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

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

I hope you’ll like it!

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

That’s an au with grumpy roommate Curtis;)

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

Curtis has a bad relationship with his family in this.

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

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

He wasn’t even that old.

And yet he was grumpier than your grandpa.

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

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

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

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

So he pushed everyone away. Closed himself off.

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you could make Curtis smile for once too?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You saw how a small smile crept over his lips.

Thank you for reading!

Special is still up<3 -> pinned post

#veras 500 follower special #Veras Specials #curtis everett #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett x reader #Curtis Everett Drabble #curtis everett x you

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nana1000night · 2 years

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly

Stars and Stripes | s.w. by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch

Week 2

The One in Charge by @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by @classicalmarvel

winter things by @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

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Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | afraid of the dark

pairing | boyfriend!curtis everett x reader

warnings | curtis and reader are dating but idk if they'd call each other boyfriend/girlfriend?, no real context as to how curtis and reader got off the train/found a place to live, reader is younger than curtis (she can't remember life before the train), SOFT!SOFT!SOFT!curtis i love him i adore him he is everything to me :'-))), me not really remembering snowpiercer that well lmao :^)

word count | 705

an | wow! i was struggling to find where to fit curtis into the list of prompts but tbh i think this worked out really well! i kind of love this little piece, it felt like i got to be artistic with it and i love that, i love writing stuff that blurs the lines between traditional storytelling and loose poetry <333 hope you guys enjoy!

As hard as you tried, you could never get used to it.

After living what felt like your whole life trapped in a noisy train car, adorned with dim but durable box lights chained to the ceiling that ran twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, one might think that finally having the peace of silence and darkness would be a luxury. But as you lay in your shared queen-sized bed, blinking up at the pitch-black ceiling, nothing within you felt at ease.

Tossing and turning amongst the tangled sheets, you tried over and over to close your eyes, tried your very best to turn off your racing mind and embrace the void before you, but as the minutes dragged on you could only feel yourself growing more and more restless. Tears prickled at your eyes as you turned again, this time to face back towards the other warm body settled in under the covers beside you. When his voice broke the silence to murmur your name, your heart nearly leapt right out of your chest. "Y/n."

Breath catching in your throat, you froze for a moment, cool droplets making their way sideways down your cheek. "C-Curtis, I-"

"Baby. Come here." His voice was low, steady. And as all your anxious thoughts swirled violently inside of you, you couldn't help but be drawn to that sense of stability, that rock.

Shuffling over, you let out a small sigh of relief as your body melted into his. He turned you gently to have your back pressed up against his front, wrapping his strong arms around you as you settled into his embrace. You could smell the faint remains of the expired drugstore soap the two of you had found on him, the almost familiar scent surprisingly comforting in a world that all felt so desolate and foreign. It almost smelled like something your father would have used, almost smelled like something from home.

"Pretty girl," Curtis breathed into your hair as he ran gentle fingers over your side, "what's on your mind?"

Tucking a little further into him, you admitted aloud what felt so peculiar, so counterintuitive. "The quiet, th-the dark, Curtis. I can't stand it. It feels..."

"Like you're lost. Completely lost, alone," he finished your sentence for you.

Letting out another breath, something deep inside of you was put to rest. He understood; he could put it into words better than yourself. "Lost, alone," you confirmed. "I hate it."

"Mhmm," he hummed knowingly, hand trailing up to brush back your hair from your face. "But I'm right here, sweetheart," he reminded you, tightening his hold around you so that as much as he could, he was encompassing you. Surrounding you, keeping you safe in every way you might need it. "We'll figure out something for light. Tomorrow, that's the first thing we'll do," he promised, the slow motion of his hand over your hair gradually easing all tightness in your muscles.

"But the quiet..."

"Let me sing to you," he offered, and for some reason, the suggestion only brought tears back into the corners of your eyes. "I'm no good, but at least it'll be something. And someday, I'm gonna find a way to give you real music. Like those discs and records you always heard about back on the train." Nodding, you knew what he was talking about: some of the tailenders you had known were old enough to remember life before the end of the world, where apparently entire orchestras and symphonies could all be listened to from tiny machines that ran on electricity. The only music you could remember yourself was singing, and the rare occasion that the higher-ups would audition folks on instruments to go play for the more fortunate cars.

"A music box," Curtis's voice broke your train of thought as you both grew closer and closer to a warm, deep slumber. "I'll make one for you- I'll figure out how. Any song you want, y/n. Any song you can remember. You'll never have to sleep in silence again." And as you finally drifted off to sleep, you found comfort in one fact that you could be certain of: Curtis was a man of his word.

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