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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Evening Quiet

A Curtis x Honey Drabble.

1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.

Warnings- mention of sexual activity.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Yes you were glad to be home. 

Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing. 

After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you. 

There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now. 

But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe. 

Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth. 

Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm. 

It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show. 

Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you. 

He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home. 

He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home. 

It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you. 

Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know. 

His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?” 

“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep. 

You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?” 

A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?” 

You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.” 

Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.” 

You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.” 

Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?” 

“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?” 

Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.” 

Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.” 

Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?” 

“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs. 

As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex. 

This was becoming where your heart belonged.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Through Every Forest

Chapter II/V: Behave

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

Words: ~4.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[oh-my-damn]

Realization

A/N: Sixth installment in my Curtis Everett-Verse

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Innocent!Female Reader

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You speak up when you shouldn't, and Curtis comes to a life altering realization.

Chapter warnings: Angst, threat of assault, violence, talk of pregnancy, fluff.

Word Count: 2000

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"At this altitude we need only... Seven minutes."

"This is so disappointing! Passengers! This is not a shoe. This, is disorder. This, is size ten chaos. This, see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing that is between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. What do you think that is? Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order, is the barrier, that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us, occupy our preordained particular position."

You watch as the woman dressed in a furry coat places a shoe on top of Andrew's head. His arm has been lubed up and stuck out the hole of the train side, his skin freezing as you watch the pretentious woman giving her speech.

"This is such bullshit," you mumble under your breath, your blood boiling inside.

You know why Andrew is up there.

He's there because minutes earlier, they took away his son, and he decided to throw a shoe at the lady's head in response.

"I can't believe they're getting away with this, they shouldn't be. This isn't right, it's so fucking-"

"Angel, please be quiet."

Curtis' whispered words interrupt you, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

Curtis turns to look at you, his gaze stern, "I said, be quiet. This is not the time."

You scoff loudly, glaring at him as you harshly whisper, "Oh, you don't think so? When is, then? When it's our son being taken away by those fur-coat wearing bitches? Or would that not affect you, either?"

Curtis sighs quietly, his gaze returning to watch the spectacle happening in front of you and the rest of the tail-end passengers.

"I hope you understand that if that was my son, it wouldn't have been a shoe. It would have been a knife. And we wouldn't have even been in this situation."

You scoff again, placing a protective hand over your stomach, "Well, if that's how you feel, I guess you still have a couple of months before you need to stay true to your word."

Curtis snaps his head to the side to look at you, his face stern but eyes wide, "Angel, what are you talking about?"

You glare at him angrily, your gaze drifting back to whats happening in front of you, "I'm talking about the fact that I haven't had a period in almost three months. So if that was our son, you know we would have both done anything we could to stop it."

"Our son?" Curtis murmurs, his eyes fixed on you, "What are you saying right now? Are you... Are you pregnant?"

"Might be," you shrug, your eyes locked on Andrew when his scream ripples through the train car, "Don't know for sure yet."

"Baby," Curtis breathes out, his eyes intensely on you, "Are you serious right now?"

You glance at him, another casual shrug, "Not entirely. But it's likely. Still waiting to get confirmation."

Your eyes are trained on Andrew, so you miss the way Curtis gawks at you, and the way his entire face changes. His eyes light up, a grin spreading on his face, "But you think you are?"

"Yeah, maybe. I'm not sure, gotta wait for our medical check-up."

"But there's a definite chance you are," Curtis interjects, "There's a definite chance you might be... pregnant... Yes?"

You nod absentmindedly, your words mumbled and indifferent, "Yes, there is. Isn't that what I've been saying this entire time?"

"Yes but baby, you-this.. You can't just spring this on me like that, I-"

"Curtis," you hiss, glaring at him, "Andrew is losing his arm right now. Is this really what you want to focus on? He's losing his arm because we didn't help him."

"Oh baby, you won't be helping anyone at all, after what you just told me."

You roll your eyes, turning your gaze back ahead of you as you whisper, "You're the boss of the tail, Everett. Not the boss of me."

"That's not true," Curtis whispers in response, leaning closer to you as he watches whats happening at the front, "You're mine. Did you forget that?"

You scoff loudly, a reaction triggered by the situation happening in front of you and by the words Curtis just chose to utter. You don't actually mean anything by it, you just want to show your distaste at the entire ordeal, but unfortunately, it catches the attention of one of the guards standing next to Andrew.

The young guard spots you after a short moment, his eyes narrowing when he says, "You! Stand up!"

You glance towards Curtis quickly before you comply, rising to your feet in the middle of the crouched down passengers surrounding you.

"You got a problem?" The guard spits, while another one keeps track of the time. The fur-coated woman turns her eyes on you, glaring in reaction to the guards tone.

You square your shoulders, the defiance deeply rooted inside you bubbling up as you suddenly blurt out, "As a matter of fact, I do. Thank you for asking. What you're doing is despicable, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves."

The guards' brows raise for a moment, but within a second, he lurches toward you, his staff in hand.

You don't even have time to react before he strikes you, hitting your cheek with the thick metal throng, making you fall to the floor in a loud thump.

Your cluttered mind doesn't fully register it when it happens, but it catches on when it spots Curtis, now standing, his fist meeting the jaw of the guard that just struck you.

And you most definitely recognize his voice when it yells, "Don't you fucking dare touch her!"

Chaos ensures around you; people rising from their seated positions, blows landing, screams filling the air.

You inhale deeply, your heart pounding in your chest once you realize what's happening. You barely even have time to try to get on your feet before your arm is grabbed, roughly pulling you up from the ground.

You're pulled through the mass of people, ending up at the front right next to Andrew, panic rising inside when you feel a gun suddenly pressed against your temple.

"ORDER!" The voice of the fur-clad woman yells sternly, "ORDER OR SHE DIES!"

Your eyes fan over the crowd quickly, panic still bubbling inside you, until they finally meet a pair of familiar blue ones. Curtis takes a step forward, but is immediately stopped when another guard holds him back.

"I SAID ORDER!" The coat-clad lady yells again, "We weren't planning on taking a life today, but we easily could!"

Your wide eyes hold Curtis', his face filled with dread as he watches you.

"Mr. Everett," the lady says, stepping toward Curtis, "Is this what you want? To lose one of your own? Or will you get them in line?"

Curtis' wide eyes dart to yours again, tears streaming down your cheeks as the guards strong fingers dig into your arm.

"I will get them in line," Curtis replies through gritted teeth, eyes never wavering from yours.

"Good," the woman practically hums, glancing back at you, "I would hate to kill such a pretty face."

Her eyes trail over your form for a moment before she continues, "But then again, perhaps she'd do well in the night car."

She turns to look at the guards stationed around her, "What do you think?"

You watch on in dread as the guards standing at the front of the tail all nod, one of them smirking at you, filling your insides with more horror than you've ever felt your entire time on the train.

Curtis' jaw tenses even more, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "I said I would get them in line. Let her go."

"She seems awfully important," the lady muses, watching his reaction, "Why is that?"

Curtis hesitates for a moment, but once his eyes are back on yours, his features soften, making him quietly reply, "She's mine. Let her go."

The lady chuckles mockingly, the guard holding you back tightening his hold, and right as you're about to lose all hope, you hear the sound of a wooden leg clinking on the metal floor of the train car.

"Minister Mason, please tell Mr. Wilford I would like a word."

"Gillian!" the lady chimes, almost excitedly, "Good to see you. Mr. Wilford has no reason to visit here, but you can talk to me."

"Leave the girl," Gillian replies sternly, "She is of no use to you."

"Oh, I don't think that's true," the lady replies, eyeing you quickly, "She looks quite presentable. They could get good use of her in the night car."

"The girl is pregnant," Gillian immediately responds, "And if there's one thing I know, it's that Wilford does not like risking the lives of babes. Let her go and leave her be. Or you will live to regret it."

"Oh, Gillian," the lady snickers, shaking her head, "Wilford is not concerned about babes being born in the tail end. The only children that matter to him are the ones born in the front."

"They will matter," Gillian responds immediately, "When their father is the future leader of the tail. Let her go, or you will have another uprising on your hands."

The lady eyes you for a moment, but you're still in the iron-tight hold of the guard, before she turns back to look at Curtis, "Oh, Mr. Everett. You got yourself in a precarious situation, didn't you?"

Curtis inhales deeply, his jaw staying tense as he replies, "Yes, unfortunately. I didn't plan on it, and yet here we are."

Your brows furrow for a moment in response to his words, a different kind of dread filling your veins.

What does that mean? Does he not want you to have his baby?

"We can have that taken care of, you know," the lady muses with a smile on her face, "Up at the front. We can take it off your hands."

Curtis' reply comes so quickly, it almost gives you whiplash, "No! No. That's not necessary. We can take care of it here."

The lady turns back to Gillian, "You need to get your people in line, Mr. Gillian. Wilford does not take kindly to situations like this."

"I will," Gillian responds, "Hand the girl back and I swear to you, you will hear nothing more of this."

Once you're back in your bunk, Curtis is practically coddling you. Almost suffocating you in blankets people came to deliver, tucking you in so tightly you have a hard time breathing.

"Curtis," you croak out when he places another blanket on top of the pile already smothering you, "Please stop."

"No," he murmurs, tucking in the sides, "I need to make sure you don't get cold."

He keeps fidgeting with the blanket, and it's annoying you at this point, making you exclaim, "Curtis! Enough!"

He looks up at you, brows raised in surprise at your tone, making you instantly soften it, "Baby, it's enough. I'm sweating under here. Just go see Gillian. Please?"

Curtis frowns, his fingers running over the sides of your blanket covered body, "I don't have time, I need to make sure-"

"You need to make sure they don't do this again," you reply sternly, watching his face. "Baby, make sure they won't be doing this by the time this baby comes. Stop fuzzing over me, save these people. Save our child."

He blinks, his features pulling into a sad frown as he whispers, "What if I can't do that? What if it doesn't work?"

You cup his face in your hands, your words a quiet whisper, "Do whatever it takes, as long as it doesn't mean you won't make it back to me. If there's ever a chance of that, you stop. Okay? You come right back here and you stop. But as long as you know there's still a chance.. Go save our people. They deserve to be saved by someone like you."

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[tikus-library]

"Interesting"

Snowpiercer AU - One Shot

Characters: Curtis Everett

Posted: Sept 23rd

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: Literally had a dream and it gave me Curtis vibes so here, have this unfinished unpolished thing. Also, I picked the above gif cause dammit I liked it so I guess my version of Curtis comes with hair? It's based off a dream! XD

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You spotted him in the crowd, there were a few people surrounding him and you maneuvered your scooter around the parking lot before you found a place to stop taking off your helmet and heading his way.

The dark beach was illuminated by one of the bonfires set up and you hated that even after all this time you still questioned yourself– well, that was going to change.

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[adulting-sucks]

Grumpy Sandwich

Summary: Ari and Curtis help you cross a fantasy off your ever growing list

Ari Levinson x Reader x Curtis Everett

Warnings: 18+ Only; PWP, P in V, P in A, minor cumplay, Soft Ari and Curtis starting directly under the cut

Word Count: 1,507

AN: For the amazing @peyton--warren . A small thank you for your help and friendship

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just lean into me.” Ari whispered, running his large hands up and down your back, trying to soothe your anxiety. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay. I know it hurts, but you need to relax and let Curtis in, sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath, whimpering into the crook of Ari’s neck, trying to focus on his touch and words. You felt the cold lube as it slid into your ass, Curtis spreading it with his finger before sticking two fingers knuckle deep as he worked on stretching your little hole.

“That’s it, sweet one, just relax,” you heard Curtis demand as he continued working on you, inserting a third finger. You tried to focus on Curtis’ praise and Ari’s encouragement as your men fulfilled a fantasy of yours.

“Come on, you can do it sweetheart. We know you can.” Ari wrapped his arms around you, pinning you to his chest, balls deep in you as Curtis started to make his entrance. He moved inch by agonizing inch into your ass, taking his time not only for your benefit, but to also keep from cumming right there.

After what felt like eternity, Curtis finally found himself fully seated in your smallest hole. He couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this amazing before, nor did he think he would ever find anything better.

You had never felt so full before, Ari in your cunt and Curtis in your ass, both seated to the hilt. As Ari started slowly moving, you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, the friction and fullness a new but not uncomfortable feeling.

Curtis felt your ass fully relax when Ari started fucking you, finally allowing him room to move. He dragged his dick out slowly, hearing every gasp and moan that left your throat, the sound almost enough to make him cum right then.

You lifted your ass a little, allowing Ari to fuck up into you, his feet planted on the bed, his hips snapping up over and over, almost to the point of overstimulation. You had no idea how much more you could take, the fullness and friction removing any semblance of coherent thought.

You felt Ari’s hips start to sutter, his pace quickening and uneven, his thumb roughly rubbing your clit as he watched his cock go in and out of your wet pussy. Curtis felt the flutter of your cunt, knowing how close you were.

“Cum, sweet one. I need you to cum,” Curtis said, no room for argument, your orgasm washing over you before he’d finished his sentence, your walls squeezing both cocks. Your second orgasm started before the first had even finished, causing you to lose your vision, wondering why there were fireworks in your bedroom.

You felt Ari first, his cum coating your cunt, so full it had started running down your thighs. He wrapped you in his arms, laying you on his chest, his breathing heavy as he ran his arms up and down your back, praises whispered in your ear.

You felt Curtis still, his cum filling your other hole, running down your thighs, mixing with Ari’s and your release. Curtis collapsed on your back, keeping most of his weight on his arms to keep from crushing you, panting as you felt him kissing you softly on your spine as the three of you were still in your post orgasmic haze.

You closed your eyes, your breaths slowing, your heart starting to calm from the pleasure and intense workout. You felt Curtis pull out of you, bringing you to the surface of waking, pouting like a child would at not having their favorite dessert.

Curtis chuckled, nothing but adoration in his eyes as he took you in, cum dripping out of you, Ari holding you as you dozed off. He pushed his cum back in your ass, the memory of what had happened that night overtaking him, making him hard once again, especially when you moved lower onto his finger.

He got up, stopped and kissed you on the head before heading to the bathroom to clean up and run a hot bath for the three of you in the large jacuzzi bathtub you had insisted on during the construction of the home you three shared. Curtis added your favorite bath salts, the aroma of lavender and fresh linen filling the space as he left to get you.

You felt Ari lift you up, handing you to Curtis who was whispering for you to wake up, that he and Ari were going to clean you up before bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed him in, his scent uniquely Curtis. You couldn’t describe it if asked, you just knew it belonged to him.

Curtis climbed in with you still attached to him, kissing your cheek as you both settled in the hot bath, the water soothing your tired, well spent body, the scent relaxing you immediately. You let Curtis go, turning to rest your back on his chest, his legs wrapping over yours as Ari joined you on the other side.

“Was it everything you wanted, sweet girl?” Ari asked as he started to lather your body with soap, Curtis working on your hair. You nodded very contentedly at your large, bearded bear of a man, loving these moments reserved only for you. Anyone who knew Ari didn’t know this side of him existed, and it hadn’t until he met you.

“As much as I love you and your list of possibilities, I think we may need a break after this. You almost killed me this round, pretty girl,’ Curtis mumbled as he rinsed the shampoo from your hair, mindful of keeping it out of your eyes. Curtis was a rough man all around, and although he was never mean towards you, he pushed you to your limits, most specifically in the bedroom.

“‘S okay, Curtis,” you mumbled as you felt him massage the conditioner into your hair. “We can break, I need to recover too.” As you leaned into his touch, you were amazed at how soft and careful this gruff and grumpy man was with you, especially around the care of your hair.

You felt Curtis kiss your temple, Ari getting out and grabbing your large, fluffy robe after wrapping a towel around his waist, Curtis setting you down on the closed toilet, Ari rubbing lotion all over your body, then brushing your hair as Curtis grabbed a shirt for you to sleep in.

After Curtis dressed you, Ari lifted you bridal style, your arms around his neck, your cheek on his chest as he placed a kiss on your head. He dropped his chin on your head, loving how you instinctively curled into his embrace. Curtis dressed and followed after, throwing the towel into the laundry basket.

You felt the bed dip in front and behind, Ari having set you down in the middle of your shared bed, the last thought of your waking mind reminding you how much you loved your men, and how much they loved you in return. It wasn’t a conventional relationship by any means, but then, you nor Ari and Curtis were ever conventional.

Ari and Curtis kissed your head, both sighing in content and exhaustion as their high finally wore off, you snuggled safely between them.

“We need to take her list and hide it,” Curtis said, his weariness overtaking him now that you were asleep. “She is going to kill one of us and you know I’m right, Ari.” Ari laughed quietly, his body shaking, nodding because it was true.

“You can hide her journal this time. She almost skinned me alive the last time I tried to slow her down,” Ari replied, remembering how you had thrown everything not tied down at his head while yelling at him. He made you even more angry when he laughed at you, calling you a spicy baby before wrapping you in his arms, and making it up to you for the next few hours, crossing three things off.

“You’re right, it is my turn. Lucky for me, I love to tame her inner brat,” Curtis said as his eyes grew heavy, his breathing slowing to match yours as he fell asleep. Brat taming was a specialty and Curtis had it cornered. “Your mistake was you rewarded her temper tantrum,” Curtis mumbled.

“She’s just so cute when she’s sassy,” Ari defended as he also closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overtake him. What Ari and Curtis didn’t know was how you purposely left your list laying around, especially after crossing off a physically demanding one, knowing your men would try to baby you. Depending on your mood, you would sass Ari knowing he would spend hours pleasuring you, or you would backtalk Curtis, knowing he would spend hours punishing you, loving both equally. This was your life, and fuck if you weren’t loving it.

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[valthevalkyrie]

The Philtre (4)

The Run. The Hunt. The Choosing. The Devotion. A series of events traditionally used to test skill, wits, honor, loyalty, virility, and survival. If you can’t catch your Omega, or any Omega for that matter, you were never worthy of them to begin with. Curtis has his eyes on the Omega who's been Unclaimed for the past seventeen years.

Pairing: alpha!Curtis x omega!reader (tall, mid 30s) Word Count: 3.6 k SeriesWarnings: NONCON/DUBCON, A/B/O, canon style violence, tall!reader, reader is 6', Curtis is 6'4", language, fighting, explicit smut, rough sex, hate sex, possessiveness, jealousy, probably incorrect descriptions of archery type things A/N: I'm so sorry this is nine months late!! i got stuck on a part and lost my muse. But good news (?) I was laid off last week and will have a couple months free to write more. Special thanks to @brunetteavenger for all your kind words on the last chapter, I'd look at them all the time to motivate myself. Hope you enjoy 💕

This is a (soft!dark/dark) fic, and contains the usual elements and themes in dark!fics. It is explicit in every sense of the word. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOUVE READ AND UNDERSTAND ALL WARNINGS.

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They trade shifts after four hours, the moon’s light making its way through the foliage, making the forest floor sparkle like reflections in the water. After what feels like 30 minutes she finds herself being woken up again by Yona.  “Wake up,” she whispers. “Someone is coming.”

“Handle them.”

“No,” Yona taps the center of her chest. “Something’s not right.”

She sighs. As tired as she is, she sits up and mentally prepares herself to fight again. Her best student was proving to be a not so great companion for a Run. She drugged herself and was now refusing to handle intruders even though she was more than capable. But she had to have faith in the girl’s Intuition as it was one of the strongest she’d ever encountered. “Make sure all the weapons are in the tent, then stay inside.”

Although her eyes itch from lack of sleep, she makes room for Yona who comes back in soon after, weapons in hand. When she goes to take the girl’s place outside, she’s pulled back. “No. Something’s not right. You must stay inside.”

With the help of the moon, she could see the young girl’s fear. She can’t help the confused furrow of her brow. Why would she need to hide? She understood Yona’s hesitation due to her lack of experience, but it made no sense for her to be hiding as well.      

“Can you sense how many there are?”

Yona just shakes her head.

Her mentor scratches at her ear and looks down, contemplating her choices. She was never one to cower away from anything, although she eventually nodded her head. With every pull of the zipper, less and less light made its way into the tent. When she zips the tent shut, the darkness is almost overwhelming. It didn’t take long for their eyes to adjust to the darkness and although there wasn’t much light coming in, they could make each other out. 

“Be sure to focus on your breathing and calm your heart. Let them think we’re sleeping.”

She hears a twig break in the distance as she finishes instructing Yona. The girls strain their ears, listening out for the intruder’s next move. They can’t smell them at this distance, so they’re not sure yet what their designation is. 

Things are quiet for a while and she can’t tell where the intruder has gone until she hears the shift of leaves on branches at what should be the entrance to their little clearing. If she weren’t so quiet right now, she’d have missed it. 

Whoever they are, they're light on their feet. She can’t hear them walking, but she can sense them getting closer. 

The feeling of being watched starts to set in. She knows they can’t see her, but eyes are on their tent all the same.

The closer they get, the more a bitter twang begins to settle in her nose. They must be an alpha. An arrogant alpha, because the more they approach the tent, the heavier their footsteps get. 

Either they think they’re too asleep to wake up to the sounds of their footsteps or they just don’t care at this point if the girls wake up. 

The footsteps slowly but surely circle the tent at a distance, and with every lap they get closer until they stop at the entrance to the tent. The older of the two slowly gets a grip on her hatchet as they wait with baited breath for the entrance to open. 

As they wait, the heat in the tent increases, no breeze to filter through as their temperatures rise. The girls are sweating, one shaking with fear and the other with fury. Yona twitches violently, a sign that her cramps are worsening. Her hand searches for her godmother’s and when she finds it, she squeezes it tight. The older woman can hear Yona begin to pant as the pain builds. In an effort to make sure no sound escapes the young girl, she redirects the hand holding hers to Yona’s mouth. Right as their fingers brush over her cheek, a clear whine escapes and everything stills.  

The intrusion to the tent never comes. Instead, the footsteps begin to circle the tent once again except they got further out. Over and over again the mystery alpha circles them, breathing harder every time. Farther and closer, farther and closer. Just when they think the intruder might have left, they start their pacing once again. Teasing them, surely knowing they’re awake at this point. 

On the latest rotation the footsteps stop once again at the mouth of the tent and the harsh breathing outside stops. Instead of opening it, the alpha presses their face against the fabric and takes in a deep breath, deep enough that the fabric makes an imprint of their nostrils. 

Enough bullshit, the older omega thinks and slams the handle of the hatchet into the nose of the intruding alpha. 

They cry out and she rushes to open the tent, Yona’s efforts to pull her back useless. When she makes it out she sees a familiar face, their scent hitting her at full force. 

“Franco.” There was a reason she couldn’t tell who it was, the old man’s usual scent was as bitter and rank as they come. “Why are you here?”

“The same reason any of us are here,” he gurgles through a broken nose. “To find a mate.”

While her godmother had a respectful reputation, Franco’s was anything but. He had a history of mates who died young, only two produced him heirs. One died young and the surviving one was no better than him. No one who had any self respect associated themselves with them. 

Until Wilford took over the clan. 

He gave Franco the Elder and Franco the Young positions of enforcement, giving them the freedom to harass who they liked with minimal repercussions. The power had gotten to their heads.

“If I remember correctly my last words to you were that if I were to see you again, I would kill you.”

“Your exact words were, ‘if you try to mate me again I will kill you’. I’m not here for you, you’ve aged out of your value.” His gaze settles behind her. “I’m here for her.”

She does nothing to hide her noise of disgust. “That’s not going to happen.”

“The code of honor dictates I be given a fair try.”

She turns to look at the girl who is sweating profusely and clutching her stomach. Yona was in no shape to fight. Franco was right, the code of honor gave him the right to a fair try, but she couldn’t risk the young girl’s life. If the fight didn’t kill her, a life with him would.

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh please,” she sneers. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried.”

“Let us not forget who left you that scar,” he indicates to the one on her eye, “in your prime.”

“I was seventeen.” She gave a dark laugh. “I was nowhere near my prime.” She considers him for a moment. “Leave now, and I give you my word that I will not kill you.”

“I would rather you give your word to let me have a go at the youngling.” He takes a step closer as he wipes at the blood coming out of his nose.

She sneers, “take one more step and-”

Yona calls her name. When she turns, she sees the girl in obvious pain but with a fire in her eyes. 

What her mentor doesn’t know is that Franco the Elder had been following her around their town, whispering profanities at her. Dark promises of how she would be his and all that he would do to her. 

It ends tonight.

Everything she had done until this point was in an effort to perform without the looming greatness of her godmother’s reputation. Regardless of her failure in that venture, she knew she had to do this for herself. Her intuition had made her aware of Franco’s lurking even when he wouldn’t approach her. 

“I’ll have a look at his offering.”

“Oh, I have no offering,” he sneered. “I prefer the combat method of The Choosing.”

With obvious effort, she straightens her posture and her hand leaves her abdomen. “Fine.”

“Yona, no.” Her godmother turns to her. “There is no need to prove your abilities. I know how capable you are.”

“This isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

There is obvious conflict in her face as she deliberates. She’s close to saying no and fighting Franco herself, when she sees the determination in Yona’s face. 

“Very well, then.” She turns to Franco. “You may have your chance.” 

Franco grins, his teeth red with blood.

“No weapons. You fight as equals.”

Franco makes a show of throwing down his only weapon, a hunting knife. Yona had no weapons on her to begin with.

She moves in front of her mentor, taking a deep breath to center herself. As she settles into a fighting stance, Franco’s grin widens. He follows her movements in an exaggerated manner.

“I can smell your cunt from here, little one.”

Yona says nothing, adjusting her stance.

“You’d best prepare yourself for a life with me.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t wait to feel your virgin cunt squeeze me tight.”

She pays him no mind and focuses on the task at hand and doing her best to push aside the pain. While she made a fool of herself the entire Run so far-ignoring common sense and years of training-she knew better than to make the first move. 

So she waited while filth spewed from his lips. The longer she waited and said nothing, the angrier he got. 

“You stupid little bitch. If you thought my other mates had it bad, just wait until I get my claim on you.” And he swung.

She ducked and jabbed at his face but he dodged the hit. She set out with another hit but he grabbed her hand, pulling her close while slapping her in the face. 

The hit was enough to make her lose her sense of direction for a moment and he took advantage and pulled her by her hair. He pulled her back to his front and took a deep breath of her hair. 

“I knew you wouldn’t put up much of a fight. I knew your dirty little cunt wanted me.” He inhaled her scent again and groaned. “You’re the sweetest one, yet.”

Yona took advantage of his distraction and slammed her elbow into his diaphragm, winding him. As soon as he let go she spun around and punched him in the face. Right hook. Left hook. Uppercut. 

She takes him by the shoulders and slams her knee into his abdomen and lets him fall to the ground, wheezing. 

Yona bends down. “You may be bigger but you’re old and slow. I reject your offering and deny you my devotion.”

As she turns to walk away, he grabs her foot and twists it while bringing her down to the ground with him. Yona’s chin hits the ground on her way down and the pain of the fall and her heat blinds her while Franco’s hands wrap around her neck. 

“I never yielded, you stupid fucking cunt.”

Yona’s hands scramble trying to catch his but he just squeezes harder, straddling her legs and pinning her down. 

Yona’s godmother watches on in horror, waiting for the girl to break free from Franco’s hold. But she doesn’t. As the seconds wear on and she sees Yona’s face start to turn blue, she knows she must throw out the code of honor if she wants to save the life of her ward.

She tightens her hold on her hatchet and rushes forward, slamming the handle into the side of his head. When he falls over, she adjusts her grip and swings down with as much force as she can, lodging the ax in his skull.

Dropping next to Yona, she moves to give the breath of life to the youngling. A few tense moments and frantic breaths later and Yona begins to cough. 

Her godmother sobs in relief and mutters a quick and thankful prayer to the Mother. 

About fifteen minutes later Yona is sat near the campfire with a blanket from her pack wrapped around her. The temperature had seemed to drop dramatically after her close call with death. Her heat had intensified, making her feel cold and the sweat on her body only made her feel colder. She was borderline delirious.

“How are you feeling?”

Yona whimpers as another cramp wracks through her body. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“Well, our heats have been provoked and you haven’t had many to begin with. They get easier to deal with over time.” She places a hand on Yona’s knee. “You did very well for your first Choosing fight.”

“Didn’t yield,” Yona groaned.

“That aside, you did very well. I’m proud of you.” She runs a hand over Yona’s sweaty hair, making her way to her back to give her a few soothing rubs. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

The older omega makes her way to the bags. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she double and triple checked them.

“Where’s all the food?” There’s no answer. “Yona. Did you eat all of the food?”

The girl’s whimper serves as her answer. 

She sighs. “For the love of the gods, Yona.” 

The only time she could’ve had to eat what was left of the food was during her short watch, her cravings a result of her heat. It could also have been the nerves. Gods know the girl had been wracked with them since the beginning. 

She pinched her nose, took a deep breath and looked back at the girl. “Alright. What’s done is done. We can only move forward. I will go hunting.”

“D’you wan’me to come?”

“Absolutely not. You can barely stand. You can barely talk. I need you to stay in camp.” As she gathered her weapons Yona doubled over again in pain. “Come. Sit here.” She helped Yona sit closer to the fire. “Did you bring your bow?” The girl shook her head. She sighs. “Here. Take mine.”

“How’ll you hunt?”

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to stay focused. Anyone comes in, you shoot first, ask questions later.” 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She grabs her pack and heads over to Franco’s body, struggling a bit to take the hatchet from his skull. Pinning his head down with her foot, she yanks it out. “Now, be sure to drink plenty of water while I’m gone, don’t leave the camp, and for the love of the gods do not fall asleep.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She nods and turns her back to the girl. Her chest is tight and her shoulders tense. She doesn’t like the idea of leaving the girl alone. Although she did a good enough job fighting off Franco the Elder, the fact that her ankle was most likely fractured and her heat was getting worse worried her. She could only pray to the Mother that Yona had enough strength to fight through the pain once more if anyone breached their camp. 

She can’t help but compare Yona’s first Choosing fight with her own during her first Philtre.

She’d turned down a few offerings for The Choosing by the time an alpha decided her first answer wouldn’t be enough. 

He was a belligerent old fool who had been tired of being alone for so long. He demanded she fight with him. And fight with him she did. Her anger got the best of her and she killed him before he had a chance to yield. 

She knew of the rumors of her stringing up alpha’s intestines like a garland and placing their heads on spikes. It was mostly true. It was not her promised who became her first kill, it was the old man. Her fury over her promised not coming for her as they had agreed had consumed her. In her mind, she was at war with any and all alphas who dared approach her with no respect in mind. 

Thank the gods Yona turned out so different to her. Sure, she was different enough that she made incredibly poor decisions in the heat of the moment, but she was different enough that she couldn’t see her turning out as bloodthirsty as she had become. 

As she makes her way through the wood, she goes surveying the ground, trying to find any kind of tracks. It’ll be a little harder to hunt without her bow and arrow, but she should be able to make some traps.

Disregarding the deer tracks she finds, she instead zeroes in on the rabbit tracks, moving slowly once she finds its burrow. Retrieving the necessary materials, she constructs a simple snare. Once that’s done, she settles down a ways away and waits and hopes it doesn’t take too much time. She doesn’t want to leave Yona alone for too long in her condition. 

After waiting for about ten minutes, she hears a rustling behind her. Turning her head, she catches a whiff of alpha. Rolling her eyes, she stays sitting, hoping they don’t notice her so she can have peace while waiting for her food.

It doesn’t work out in her favor. 

A breeze passes by and she shuts her eyes in frustration as she hears the footsteps stop once her scent reaches them. They slowly make their way to her and as they get closer, she can make out several pairs of footsteps. 

Eventually they make their way to her, surrounding the tree she’s sitting against. She pays them no mind, inspecting the dirt underneath her fingernails.

One of them calls out her name. 

She looks up and can’t help the smirk that twists her lips. “Franco the Younger.”

“How are you doing on this fine evening?”

“I’m doing just fine. Just waiting around.”

“For what,” a woman asks.

“For an alpha like one of us, obviously,” Franco answers. “I’m not sure if any of you are aware, but we are in the presence of the longest reigning Unclaimed in the clan.”

Sparks of interest erupt in the eyes of the other four alphas.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Frankie, but I’m planning to round out my Unclaimed years at an even eighteen. Possibly even twenty.”

“You just haven’t had someone like one of us to try for your hand.”

“I’ve rejected many types of alphas over the years. Your father being one of them.”

“Ah, but he was close,” Franco traced the shape of her scar over his own eye. 

“That’s fair,” she nods. “How about I make the same deal with you that I did with your father not too long ago. Leave now, and I give you my word that I will not kill you.���

Franco and his goons laugh. “There is no way my father took that deal.”

“You’re right,” she takes her pack off her lap and situates it next to her. “That’s why he’s dead.”

“Impossible,” he growls.

“You see this blood?” She lifts her hatchet. “It’s certainly not mine coating it.”

His lip curls in fury. “This bitch is mine.” 

Slowly rising to her full height, the others could not have done a worse job at hiding their shock when they all took a step back. Caked in the blood from earlier, covered by the darkness of the night, and six feet tall, she was sure she was quite the sight.

She places her ax in its holster at her thigh, making sure the blade is covered. Walking out into the light of the moon, she makes sure to bump shoulders with him as she walks past. “Let’s get this over with. I have places to be.”

Like father, like son, Franco the Younger pulls out a large hunting knife.

“I’m going to gut you like a fish,” he growls.

“I’d like to see you try.”

They circle each other for a beat before he lunges for her. She grabs his hand, throwing an elbow to his face and turning into his body before slamming an elbow to his gut.

Disarming him as he catches his breath, she turns and jams the knife into his neck. His eyes are wide as they look into hers, mouth gaping as he falls to his knees. She places her foot at his chest and kicks him back to pull the knife out of his neck. 

As he bleeds out onto the forest floor she turns to the others.

Everything stills for a moment.

An animal squeals in the distance.

The alphas rush at her and she slits the neck of the one closest to her. She spins out of the way of his falling body and uses that momentum to throw the knife into the chest of the next one. 

The third alpha tackles her to the ground. She throws a punch to her face and tries to push it back. The alpha tries to wrap her hands around the omega’s neck and they struggle a bit before the omega takes a deep breath and goes limp. This gave the woman on top an opening to choke her.

The alpha’s distraction gave the omega the chance to reach for the ax strapped to her thigh. With a practiced hand, she quickly unsheathed it and swung at the woman on top of her.

Blood spattered her face as the ax struck the alpha’s head. She quickly pushed her off before looking for the last alpha. 

He was laying face first on the ground with an ax in his back. 

As she rushed to her feet, a tall figure came out of the shadows.

Her eyes widened. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t caught the new scent in the air. “Curtis,” she breathes.

They stare at each other for a beat before he breaks the silence.

“Why’d you tell the kid I was dead?”

A/N: You have no idea how long I've been wanting to write that last part 😩 It was one of the first scenes that popped into my mind once I had the series idea fleshed out. Please, please, please tell me what you think, I'd love to know your reaction to that last bit lol

P.S. can anyone teach me how to make skinnier dividers that have a transparent background? mine never work no matter how hard i try lol

#curtis everett x reader #curtis x reader #alpha!curtis x omega!reader #alpha!curtis everett #val writes

[inkedaztec]

Lumberjack brood of brothers AU:

Got the idea from a series I read, but gonna make some changes but there will be similar moments and parts. Cause in the series, even though I enjoyed most of it, they were a little tooooo caveman for how I like to write my men.

Each brother will have his own chapters, it will probably be like a mini series in a series. It will be about how the brothers all will find their woman, and have their own issues with A) convincing her that she is theirs and B) overcoming his own faults to be what she needs.

The brothers:

Ari

Curtis

Steve

Bucky

Jake

Possibly Nick

Possibly Jefferson

Might have Bucky have a twin with either it being Nick or another character

Some of the readers will be more shy than others.

Some of the boys will be older(a little more silver in their beards) than others. Thinking Jefferson and Jake will be the babies of the family.

There will probably be some age gap trope with some of the pairings.

Not sure if they will all work on the mountain or if some will have other jobs.

I'm super excited about this one, let me know if you want to be added to the tag!

Taglist: @jesevans @imaginedreamwrite

#bucky barnes x reader #alternate universe #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #curtis x reader #jefferson x reader #jake jensen x reader #mountain man au

[holylulusworld]

Darkness and Light (3) - Total Eclipse

Summary: A tail-ender and a front-ender try to change everyone’s fate.

Pairing: Curtis Everett x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, scared reader, mentions of cannibalism (canon-compliant), a tiny hint of fluff

A/N: I will not describe all elements/scenes of the movie. This means you must have seen the movie to understand the scenes. The series is not canon compliant. 

Darkness and Light masterlist

<< Part 2

Please head the warnings for this part. I mention cannibalism (nothing graphic).

Text Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“You need to push this button and turn this lever left or right. If you want the water hot, turn it to the left,” you explain the showers on the train to Curtis. I got fresh clothes for you. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. It’s from Parker, I think,” you sniffle. “They kept him locked away here, I guess.”

“Parker, the guy you mentioned,” Curtis looks at the sponge and toothbrush in your hands. “He was a good friend of yours?”

“He was more than a friend,” shyly glancing at Curtis you bite your lower lip. “Parker and I, we were the same age when we entered the train. It didn’t take us long to become friends and inseparable. I-we…”

“You were a thing,” his Adam’s apple bobbles as you silently nod. Curtis doesn’t know why, but he feels a pang in his heart. He doesn’t even know you, still, he hates that another man had the chance to be with you. “For how long?”

“After we turned sixteen Parker kissed me for the first time. It felt natural to become more than friends. You know, it’s not as if they're many people my age on the train. Most of them are elder, or younger…or just…yuck…”

“I,” you grasp for Curtis’ hand to squeeze it tightly. He searches your face as you place the sponge into his hand. “Parker is gone for almost seven months now. I miss my friend and—” You turn away, not wanting the stranger you just met to see your tears. “Maybe our relationship wasn’t out of love, just convenient, but he was a good man, Curtis. He tried to change the rules on the train.”

“A good man,” he huffs behind you. “Good men die at a young age on the train. I just lost friends and people I considered family as I was obsessed with bringing Wilford down. I let my people down, Y/N.”

“If you want to change the world, you need to live with the consequences,” Parker always said. He was wise for his young age.” You chuckle now. “He told me that he’s ready to die to help the people in the back.”

“Noble for a front-ender,” you can hear the hatred in Curtis’ voice. “Most of them give a shit on us in the back. Just like Wilford.”

“Not all of us are like Wilford and his lapdogs,” twirling around, you jab your finger into Curtis’ chest. “Parker wasn’t a bad guy. I’m not a bad person. We tried our best to change things for you and your people, without using violence. I don’t have blood on my hands.”

“But I do,” you end up pressed against the wall again. He roughly cups your face with his dirty hand. Curtis just stares down at you, panting heavily as you try to not look at the blood on his face. “A lot of blood, little bird. Your golden cage kept you safe for too long. You can’t even look at my bloody hands.”

“I’m not used to having a killer so close,” he chuckles at your comeback. You don’t like people using violence to reach their goals. “Why did Gilliam allow you to kill all these people? I don’t get it. He’s known as a man of peace. This doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s a revolution I suppose,” Curtis leans closer to bury his nose in your hair to inhale your scent deeply. “We woke up from our haze, realized what's been going on for far too long, and tried to take control over our lives. Gilliam knows the things on the train must change before we all end up dead. He’s our leader and will set us free.”

“Wilford talks a lot about Gilliam these days,” you look Curtis straight in the eyes. There is something you didn’t see before. Uncertainty. Fear, maybe. “He knows things about that old man he can’t know. Why would he? He’s in the front, and your messiah in the back, rotting in dirt and misery. How can he know about him, Curtis? Think about it.”

“Stop making things—” he releases your face to run his hand over his head. Curtis starts to pace the room, muttering under his breath. “We got messages in the protein bars for weeks…no months. How—who?”

“No one can enter the food production section without their allowance. Parker and I barely made it inside. I lost Parker as they knew we sneaked into the food production section. No one can make it inside more than once, Curtis. Open your eyes, you’ve got played by your leader,” you sneer as he slams his hand into the wall next to your head. “I know, the truth hurts. I had to accept that my father is not the man I thought he is too.”

“Stop talking so much. I’ll have this shower and be on my way,” he turns around to walk back toward the shower. Curtis kicks his shoes off and strips his clothes off. He doesn’t care that you are still with him. “I’ll kill Wilford and take over the train for Gilliam and all the people we lost on our way to the front.”

“Fine, do whatever you want to do. I can’t stop you,” you look at the scar on his right arm, wondering how he got it. “I’m just a girl waiting for Wilford to take advantage of her. It’s not as if anyone would side with me.”

“Stop acting as if your problems are that bad. Have you ever been so hungry you were ready to kill a person to eat them?” he twirls around to glare at you. You’re taken aback as he grabs your wrists, making you struggle against his strength. “Did you kill people to eat them? Do you hate yourself for knowing how human flesh tastes?”

“I—” you shake your head, fearing for your life. Curtis is still one of the tail-enders, ready to slit your throat if you just breathe wrong. “No…I…no…”

“I do,” he whispers lowly. “If you are close to starving to death, and you are only skin and bones. If you are so hungry your mind and body are screaming in pain, you’ll do anything to stay alive.”

Your heart breaks for the stranger in front of you. His blue eyes are so full of shame, sadness, and regret that you do the only thing coming to your mind. You wrap your arms around him and press his face to your neck. “I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have done this to you.”

“At least they gave us the protein bars to end this,” he huffs in your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your body, and you feel a little light-headed as his lips press against the soft skin on your neck. “We are monsters all of us, aren’t we? In a way, we lost our humanity the moment we stepped inside the train.”

“You’re not a monster, Curtis,” you softly say. He shakes his head but holds tight onto you still. “They made you do all of this. If only they treated you and the others equally, this could’ve been avoided. People eating people, a creation made by Wilford and his cruelty. There always was enough food for everyone. They just didn’t want to share.”

“We couldn’t afford a ticket to his golden train,” his hands move to your ass, squeeze your flesh tightly, “no clean sheets, food, and pretty women smelling like summer rain and lilac for men like me. You smell so good and are so soft. All our women are hard, broken, and…dirty…”

“You should have that shower now. If we can pretend that you are one of the front-enders, we could get to Wilford and…kill him,” he lifts his head to meet your eyes. “It’s the only way to stop his reign. My father knows the machine better than anyone else, even better than Wilford. If we bring the monster down, we could try to make my father see things must change.”

“Things must change,” he slides the tip of his nose over your cheek, making you shudder. Parker was so different from Curtis. The man in front of you knows losses, violence, and death. He’s rough, strong, and, still vulnerable. “I will have that shower now, little bird. After, we will think about a way to get out of here.”

“A whole new man,” Curtis looks at himself in the mirror, not believing it’s his reflection staring back at him. He’s completely clean for the first time in ages. He wears clean clothes and, isn’t hungry as you shared the food you bunkered in the small fridge with him. “I look…”

“Good,” you offer as he runs his hand over his scruffy cheeks. “I don’t have a razor, sorry. Maybe we can get you one. But—it suits you, somehow.”

“It’s fine,” he glances at his reflection again. “Do you think Gilliam is no longer on our side? What do you know about him?”

“I heard that Wilford talks to your leader,” Curtis sits on the bed, shaking his head. He can’t believe Gilliam rat him out. “You know, they say there are too many tail-enders.”

“He led us right into a trap. We lost most of our men,” he loses all hope. His hands ball into fists and he slams them into the soft mattress. “I let them die to come so far, Y/N. How could I?”

Curtis looks at you again, feeling like he ended up in hell, but with an angel by his side. First, he lost his way, and now, he realizes his way never was his; it was Gilliam and Wilford’s way all the time.

“I lost myself on the way to the front of the train. People died as they believed in Gilliam and me. I failed them,” you sit next to Curtis to lean your head against his shoulder. You are two lost souls, not knowing how to continue your journey. “Now I’m just lost.”

“No, you’ve got found,” he looks down at you, frowning as you move your hand to his chest to pat it. “You did horrible things in the past. There is no denying your soul got tainted but, there is still hope Curtis. If only we could bring Wilford down.”

“I got an idea,” Curtis takes your hand to squeeze it tightly. “I don’t think you’ll like it, though.”

“You’ve got a plan, don’t you?” he watches you lie on the bed, and close your eyes. “If we do this, can you hold me for a moment? I know it’s much to ask for but…”

“It’s alright,” Curtis lies behind you to wrap you in his strong arms. He holds you tightly, chest pressed to your back. “I got a plan, and it involves you.”

“Did you ever fall in love with someone on the train?” you don’t want to hear about his plan yet. You can imagine it involves something you don’t want to think about. “I liked Parker but love…I don’t know how it feels to love someone.”

“No,” he buries his nose in your hair, nuzzling you. “I had to fight to stay alive all the time. I never had the chance to get to know a girl.”

“Hmm…tell me about the plan now, Curtis. I need to hear it…”

“Not now. I want you to sleep, and in the morning, we will make a plan to bring Wilford down, and Gilliam…”

>> Part 4

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#Darkness and Light (3) - Total Eclipse #curtis everett #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x reader #angst #curtis x reader #curtis x you

[xcaptain-winterx]

Curtis Everett: Time to sin AU

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• coming soon

#chris evans #snowpiercer curtis #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett x you #curtis x reader #curtis everett #Time to sin AU #curtis everett x stripper!reader #stripper!reader

[dearsnow]

Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

//

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

//

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

//

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

//

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

#solar eclipse. #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders dally #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy imagine #dallas winston x y/n #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #darrel curtis #the orange peel theory

[evansbby]

𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐☆.｡.:*

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 - 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: extreme voyeurism, daddy!kink, drugs (ecstasy), smutt, dd/lg vibes, dubcon, choking, dark Ari, liar Ari, cheater Ari, mean Ari, size difference, innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Finally sick of Ari's lies, you're determined not to fall victim to his charms again.

𝐀/𝐍: This is part 2 of my fic, Wicked Games. Oh, I'm nervous about posting this! Please forgive any mistakes! Major warning for drug use and dubcon smut! Also, we finally find out who the second love interest it! Word count: 14.7k.

Coming to this party was a huge mistake, and you realise that the moment you enter the frat house. The music’s so loud, you can barely hear yourself think. You definitely can’t hear your friend Wanda, who’s excitedly mouthing stuff at you as she hands you a shot. You quickly down it with her before taking in your surroundings: the whole room is dark and packed, with red and black strobe lights thumping along with the music. Bodies writhing at every turn, people laughing, screaming, kissing and more.

And then you see him. Amongst the sea of what feels like a bazillion people, Ari stands heads above them all. The 6’6’’ captain of the basketball team, so handsome in a white shirt that clings snugly to his muscular biceps. Even with a snapback resting backwards on his head, you can still see tufts of his long brown hair curling at the base of his neck. God, did he have to be so goddamn hot?

Of course, he’s staring straight back at you, and you know you should look away. But you stand there, gormless and entranced like a schoolgirl. Watching him take in your body, letting his eyes trail leisurely down your form and drink everything in. He’s a fair distance away from you and half obstructed by dancing bodies, but you somehow still see his pink tongue peak out and run over his lips hungrily as he gazes at you.

Your dress is fire-engine red, daringly short and so form fitting that it barely covers your butt. The material is stretchy, hugging your body as the neckline dips lower than what you’re normally used to. You know Ari recognises the dress by the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. His eyes are locked in place, taking over your accentuated curves and pushed up cleavage.

He’d seen it in your closet a few weeks ago, and you remember how he’d picked it up and whistled. “What a slutty dress, baby.” He’d said, “Why don’t you put it on for daddy?” And of course, you had. You did anything he asked you to, and you’d never forget how dark his eyes had gotten, and how sombre he’d looked as he’d beckoned you over to his lap, his hands running up and down your body covered in the thin red fabric. “I don’t want you wearing this dress in public, okay baby? Slutty dresses like this are for my eyes only. Promise me you’ll never wear this for anyone else.”

And promise you had, but yet here you were. And you can practically see the smoke billowing out of Ari’s ears, and you can see his jaw clenching as he’s unable to rip his eyes off of you. And you feel almost bad for disobeying him, until you see a pink manicured hand grab Ari’s face and pull him down for a kiss. Sharon. He was here with her. But of course, he was here with her! She was his girlfriend, after all. And you were the gullible fool who he’d strung along the whole time he was with her.

It had only taken you a few days after your last hook-up with Ari in the locker-room to realise that he had not broken up with Sharon like he’d told you he had. You’d seen them together on the campus courtyard, hand-in-hand, Sharon looking happier than ever. She definitely didn’t look like someone whose uncle had just died. Ari had seen you too, and all he could muster up was a sheepish look before his girlfriend had dragged him away.

That had been last week, and since then, he’d been texting you nonstop.

Ari: Baby, it’s not what it looks like. Me and Sharon are just friends now!

Ari: Okay, fine. We got back together. But, baby, it’s only temporary ;) You know you’re my number one girl.

Ari: Send daddy a pic, baby girl ;)

Ari: Okay, I get that you’re mad but you know I don’t like it when you ignore my messages.

Ari: I miss you, baby. Let’s FaceTime soon, okay? Wear something sexy ;)

Ari: Fuck you. I’ve got plenty of other options.

You prided yourself on not answering even one of his texts, despite the fact that you could feel your resolve weakening all week. But you were determined to never speak to him again, and definitely never be his play-thing or side-chick again. And now here you were, at a frat party that you’d let your friend Wanda drag you to. Which you definitely didn’t come just so you could show Ari exactly what he was missing out on. Definitely not…

Tearing your gaze away from the beefy basketball captain, you pour yourself and Wanda another shot each, cringing as the colourless liquid sloshes down your throat. But the burn is a welcome change from the heartache you feel, knowing you’re in the same room as Ari and her. You dare to peak back at them one more time and hate yourself for doing it because now they’re dancing together, although you can see Ari still looking straight at you while his girlfriend’s back is turned.

“C’mon, let’s dance.” You drag Wanda to the dance floor determinedly.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Little Miss Side Chick.” You hear a deep voice in your ear as two heavy hands land on your hips. Wanda has already busied herself with dancing with a guy you vaguely remember from freshman orientation, so you turn around and come face to face with another basketball player. Tall and rugged, hair buzzed off and tattoos smattered all over his chest and arms. Curtis.

“What do you want?” You sneer, because Curtis is Ari’s best friend. And anyone associated with Ari is an enemy to you.

“Whoa, retract your claws, kitten. I’m not looking for a fight.” Curtis smirks, his hands firmly planted on your hips, swaying you along with him to the upbeat music. His body is practically glued to yours, and you can’t help but inhale his manly scent. It’s some type of aftershave that you don’t recognise, but boy does it smell good.

“Well, I don’t care what you’re looking for!” You raise your chin up at him defiantly, despite the fact that he’s more than a head taller than you. “And you can report that back to Ari, okay? And then you and him can both go to hell–Whoops!” You stumble forward in your high heels and cling to the beefy buzzcut-haired man in front of you to regain your balance. Curtis’ hand travels up to the small of your back as he pulls you closer, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Careful, kitty kat.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“But you let Ari call you whatever he wants.” His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, and you can’t help but cling to him. You feel like a small fish in this gigantic pond of a party, and Curtis feels solid as you teeter in your heels. You see the glint in his eye as he flashes you a smile. “I’ve heard you getting fucked, you know.”

You pout, “That’s really pervy, Curtis.”

“Yeah? I feel like you and Levinson both love an audience. You want a drink, kitten?”

 “No!”

“C’mon, you look like you need a drink. I mean, just look at you. Standing in the middle of the dancefloor looking all cute and pouty like a little baby.”

“ ‘m not a baby!”

As if on cue, you pout again. But you let Curtis drag you back to the drinks table, watching in awe as he mixes different things together in a crystal glass he seems to have conjured out of nowhere. Something compels you to look over your shoulder, and you spy Ari from across the room. Sharon’s arms are around his neck but his eyes are still boring holes into you. He’s got a can of beer that he’s currently crushing in his fist, and even in the darkness, you can see his face going red as his lips pull into a sneer.

Oh, he was jealous!

You giggle and give him a wave before pointedly turning back to Curtis and accepting whatever drink he’s just mixed for you.

“A baby drink for a baby like you.” Curtis pulls your cheek condescendingly and you scowl before eyeing the concoction in the glass. It’s a pretty pale pink colour and smells kind of fruity. You look up questioningly at Curtis, who crosses his arms over his chest as he grins like a Cheshire cat. “Go ahead, kitten, it won’t bite. I told you, it’s a baby drink – you wouldn’t even know there’s alcohol in it. Tastes like strawberries and cream.”

“Well… that does sound yummy.” You dip your pinkie finger in the drink and swirl it around, pretending to consider it. Your eyes dart sideways in Ari’s direction once more. And he’s still staring at you, despite the fact that his girlfriend’s all up against him, whispering something in his ear. God, that makes you mad, and you down the drink without a second thought. It goes down your throat easy, with a pleasantly fruity aftertaste. You look up at Curtis and beam.

“You were right! Tasted much better than shots! Could I have another, maybe?” You bat your lashes at him and he smirks. But he makes you another one, and you down it quickly, trying to flush away any thoughts of Ari and Sharon out of your mind. Screw both of them!

“Easy there, kitty kat. It’s a drink, you don’t have to down it like a shot.” Curtis grins, and it’s only when you feel his arm around your waist that you realise you’ve fallen into him again. Whatever he’d put in your drinks seems to already be hitting you, but you don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! And Curtis’ thumb rubbing circles on your hip feel kind of nice, and so you let him hold you as you sway, blinking rapidly as the alcohol mingles into your bloodstream.

“You know, kitten, there’s a bunch of empty rooms upstairs. Maybe we could find one ‘em so you can lie down for a while?” Curtis whispers beguilingly in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin and making you shiver in your tiny dress. He casually plays with the flimsy straps, pushing one down and exposing your shoulder. A second later you feel his lips press against your exposed skin, making your heart jump with thrill. There’s something hard poking against your stomach, and you giggle and bite your lip.

“Don’t think I can get up the stairs, Curtis. Can’t even… Can’t even stand up straight!” He’s supporting most of your body weight as you lean heavily into him, loving the feel of strong, beefy arms around you. It’s dark enough that you can almost imagine they belong to someone else…

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll carry you up there. Babies like you are meant to be carried, right? And I want to hear you scream like you did for Levinson in the locker room.”

You barely have a chance to consider his proposition before you feel a heavy hand grab your arm and pull you backwards. You stumble in your high heels before your back collides with a very solid, very sturdy chest.

“She’s off limits, Curtis. You know that.” Ari’s voice is low but firm, and you turn to see the captain of the basketball team glaring daggers at his teammate and best friend, his brows furrowed and lips set in a thin line. His fingers are curled around your upper arm, not showing any signs of letting go as he looms formidably like a giant by your side. Sharon’s nowhere to be found.

“Oh yeah? You finally ready to jump ship from one girl to the next, Ari?” Curtis grins, wholly unperturbed as he pops open a can of beer and takes a long swig.

“Very funny, asshole. Go find someone else to take advantage of.” Ari says wryly, still holding you with an iron grip while you gape at both of them. And a part of you – an admittedly pathetic part of you – is thrilled that Ari’s come over to you now. Clearly, he was affected by you talking to his best friend, and that makes you feel special.

Surprisingly, Curtis backs off easily, slinking off into the party like a panther. The crowd swallows him up, and you watch him go for a moment before the crushing grip gets even tighter. You hear a rumble from Ari’s chest as he mauls you to a dim corner of the room. It’s still packed with people, but he manages to prop you up in a dark spot, his palms slamming against the wall on either side of you, trapping you against it.

“Well, well, well. Look who showed up to the party.” Ari sneers, pressing his considerably larger frame against yours. “And you’re drunk already. Hasn’t anyone told you not to accept drinks from strangers?”

You blink up at him, feeling slower and more sluggish than usual thanks to Curtis’ magic drink in your system. But then his words hit you and you scowl, craning your neck to look up at him despite the fact that you’re in heels.

“Curtis isn’t a stranger, he’s my friend!” (You’ve conveniently forgotten the fact that you’d sworn that any friend of Ari’s was an enemy of yours).

Ari scoffs, “He’s not your friend. You’re not allowed to be friends with boys.”

You stick your chin up at him, “Oh yeah? Says who?”

The huge basketball player drives his pelvis into you with force, his clothed erection rutting against your stomach and making your eyes pop wide open and a gasp dies somewhere in your throat.

He smirks, “Says your daddy.”

Beyond Ari’s broad shoulder, you can see the party commencing in full force. The DJ’s switched to a more R&B centric playlist, and the whole room reverberates with the sounds of heavy bass and sexy crooning lyrics. Couples find each other on the dancefloor, strangers join together like magnets. Swaying and grinding and groping each other in the dark.

You blink several times before refocusing your gaze on Ari, trying not to get lost in his eyes or his smell or just how big and manly he is compared to you. No. You had to stay strong and you had to stay away from him. He was trouble with a capital T, and there was no way you were going to let him get away with cornering you at this party – not after all the lies he’d fed you about breaking up with his girlfriend. Not after he’d strung you along for weeks…

“Fuck off, Ari! You have no right to tell me who I can or can’t be friends with! Now just… Just fuck off and go back to your girlfriend an’ leave me alone!” Your palms land on his chest and you push with all your might. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t budge an inch. In fact, he yawns pointedly, infuriating you further as you continue to push his huge, muscular body off of you.

“Please. You thrive on my attention, baby. That’s why you’re wearing this slutty dress and flirting with my best friend.” He says matter-of-factly, making your blood boil and your jaw drop open indignantly.

“Don’t want your attention!”

“Babies like you need attention.” Ari tells you, saying each word slowly as if you truly are a dumb baby who doesn’t understand anything. One of his hands meanders upwards, casually twining a piece of your hair around his finger, “Or else you’ll cry and throw a tantrum. And we don’t want the little baby to throw a tantrum, do we?”

You can’t believe his cockiness! Before you know what you’re doing, you punch him straight in the chest. Hard. But Ari just looks down at you bemusedly. In fact, he looks bored, and that infuriates you even more. And on top of everything else, now your hand hurts and you feel your eyes well with tears.

“Aww, did the little baby hurt herself?” Ari teases, patting your cheek condescendingly. You sniffle and try to swat him away but he’s too quick, too strong. You’re helpless, stuck against his big, hard body and the wall behind your back and he knows it as he smirks. “Poor little baby, don’t cry or throw a tantrum. You’ve got my attention now, haven’t you? And that’s what you wanted.”

“No, I didn’t–!”

He cuts you off with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Even in your heels, he still has to lift you up so he can kiss you properly without you having to crane your neck too much because of his height. And so he grabs your hips and hoists you up against the wall, your bare legs dangling on either side of him as he consumes you with a kiss that seems riddled in possessiveness. Until you bang your fists on his shoulders enough times for him to pull away.

“How…How dare you kiss me! When your girlfriend’s at the same party!” You accuse, despite the fact that your heart is racing and lips are tingling and you really want him to kiss you again.

Ari shrugs, still looking bored. “She went to the bathroom with a bunch of her girlfriends to fix her makeup or something. And you know how girls are with the bathroom, they’ll stay in there for ages.” He pulls you snug against him, “Gives us a bit of time to have fun, baby.”

“You’re a man-whore, Ari.”

He snorts, “And you’re lucky you still have my attention, baby girl.”

Your jaw drops open, “You’re the one who’s been texting me nonstop since last week!”

“Just so you wouldn’t feel bad.”

You can’t believe him. Huffing, you try to push past him and storm off. Which proves to be impossible considering he’s still got you lifted up against the wall, his leg snug between your thighs. And even if you were in a position to exit the situation, he was way too big and strong and could easily stop you. Ugh. (But not really because that pathetic part of you really is enjoying the attention he’s giving you right now).

“You look so hot tonight, baby girl.” Ari mutters as he starts kissing at you again. First, he tries your lips. But you’re still stubborn, still mad at him and so you turn your head. That’s not a problem for him, his lips pressing down against your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck. His hands come up to brazenly squeeze your breasts, making you gasp. “This is some dress. Luckily, attention-seeking baby suits you well.”

“Stop callin’ me a baby!”

He gives your ass a hard smack, smirking when you yelp. You thank your lucky stars that it’s too dark and crowded and noisy for anyone around you to notice how indecent he’s being.

“Oh, so you’re a big girl now, huh?”

“Let go of me so I can go have fun with Wanda–” You once more try to elbow him out of the way but of course, he holds you at bay easily.

“Stay put.” He growls, giving your ass another smack. “And answer my question. I asked you if you’re a big girl now.”

You stick your chin up, “Yes, I am.”

The brunet grins wolfishly. And you’re too tipsy to even notice how, but he suddenly conjures up a tiny translucent plastic baggie, waving it in front of your face. Your eyes take a few seconds to focus on the light blue pills sitting inside, shimmering enticingly as the strobe lights land on them. They’ve got designs printed on them, but you’re way too tipsy to decipher what they are.

“If you’re such a big girl, then you’ll have no problem having some of this big girl candy that daddy got specially for you.”

Your heart lurches. Sure, you’re tipsy as hell right now. But you’re certain you know what those pills are… don’t you? And maybe it isn’t the best idea for you to take your first ecstasy pill with only Ari of all people there with you. But what does it matter? When he’s slowly grinding his thigh up between your legs, one of his hands groping all over your body and pressing up your dress?

“I… uh… I dunno, Ari…”

He takes one tablet out before shoving the baggie into his pocket.

“C’mon. Prove you’re a big girl and take one.”

Every sane cell in your body is screaming at you not to, but it seems like you’re not only drunk off alcohol, but also off of his touch and attention.

Ari’s thumb trails across your lower lip, stroking it gently before tipping it open. You watch him, slack-jawed and in awe, as he slowly brings the blue tablet up to his own lips. He holds it between his teeth before he dips his head and catches your lips in a deep kiss, transferring the pill into your mouth. It rests on your tongue for a second before you gather your saliva and swallow it quickly, wanting to prove to him that you were indeed a big girl.

I’ll just let him kiss me for a while and then I’ll leave, you tell yourself, sighing as he peppers butterfly-light kisses all over your neck and shoulder. He pushes the strap of your dress down, much like how Curtis had done earlier. And all you can think about is how good it feels when Ari does it, when he touches you like how no one else could. Not that you’d ever had anyone else – since Ari was your first. And you fear that no one else would ever compare…

Suddenly, the strobe lights seem so bright, so close. The music feels like it’s coming out from inside you, like The Weeknd is literally belting out his sexy lyrics from inside you. The lights hit Ari’s face, making him look so big and bright, shiny like a diamond. And so close, so sexy. God, he’s so sexy… And you feel sexy too, like the sexiest person in this room, in your sexy red dress with this giant of a man in front of you.

“Wanna kiss you, daddy.”

He smirks against the nape of your neck before straightening up, “Kiss me, then.”

You try, but he’s too tall. Fuck, you really want to kiss him all of a sudden.

“Can’t. I’m too small.” But you don’t feel small. Just the opposite, actually. You feel like you’re on top of the world, like you’re the most beautiful, most incredible person in this universe. You wind your arms around his neck, “Lift me up. Wanna kiss you.”

He’s already got you propped up with his knee jammed between your legs, but for once he makes no smart comment. He wraps his huge hands around your waist and lifting you up. And it feels like you’re as high as the empire state building. No, the moon! Your heart’s soaring and so is your head, your body’s buzzing, the music’s switched up to something even more sexy, and that’s when you kiss him.

“Good girl,” he praises against your lips, but all you can focus on is how good it feels to have his lips on yours, how good it feels that his hands are back on your body, touching you everywhere. “You’re such a good little girl, you know that?”

“Better than Sharon?”

“Of course, baby girl. I don’t care about Sharon. Only you.”

Firmly holding you against the wall, he pushes your dress up till the tight material is practically around your waist. And who cares, who cares, who cares?! Not you, not when his hands glide up your bare thighs, spreading them before cupping your pussy through the lace of your panties.

“These are pretty, baby. Did daddy buy you these?”

“No,” you lie. Of course, he’d bought them for you. Ari loved buying you lingerie. Often, he’d have it delivered to your dorm room with a special note telling you to take pictures and send them to him. Sometimes, he’d send other things along with the lingerie. Like once, he’d sent this sex toy – a dildo which was almost as big as his dick. And there was a note too, ordering you to put on the lingerie and facetime him immediately. He’d made you fuck yourself on the dildo repeatedly that night, all while you thanked daddy over and over again for your new toy and lingerie set. All while he sat in the comfort of his own dorm room, smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face, casually pumping his dick and getting off on your humiliation and total submission. Well, you got off on it too.

Now, it only takes a tug of his wrist and your panties are slipping down your legs. They get caught in your heels and you impatiently shake them off, watching the lace as it lays on the ground. That’s when you feel a rush of air against your bare pussy, now only concealed by the flimsy material of your dress.

“God, Levinson, she looks wasted as fuck!”

You vaguely hear someone say that, but you feel like you are lightyears away from everyone else. As if you and Ari are on your very own planet where only the two of you matter.

As if on cue, Ari presses his clothed crotch against your bare pussy, grinding the denim up and down while you pant in his arms. God, you want him so bad.

“Bad little baby, you got my jeans all wet in the middle of a party.” Ari scolds. But you pay him no heed, instead busying yourself with kissing up his collarbone and smelling his manly cologne, feeling his muscles that ripple through his shirt.

“You’re so big and strong,” you murmur, saying exactly what you’re thinking like you have no filter.

Ari puffs his chest out, “I am, aren’t I? Especially compared to a little baby girl like you.” He drives his crotch against your bare pussy once more, lewdly grinding against you till the denim is soaking wet. And oh, the rough material feels so good against your clit, so good that you don’t even care that he’s dry humping you in the middle of a party with so many people around you.

His hand slips up to grab your hair, and he yanks you up roughly so he can put his lips to your ear, “You’re my little baby princess, aren’t you?”

A shiver runs down your spine. You like the sound of that.

“Y-Yeah, I am!”

 “You like how much bigger I am than you?” He licks the shell of your ear.

“Ah – yes!”

“And you’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you? Because you’re just a baby and you need daddy to guide you. Right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You rut against him desperately, hoping he’ll carry you up to a bedroom and fuck you hard. It’s not like you’d be able to walk by yourself. Hell, you can’t even stand by yourself right now, which was why he was holding you up like you were a ragdoll. In the midst of a sea of people, but all you can focus on is Ari. And how high you feel, like you’re as light as a feather, as free as a bird who welcomes the cage of his grip.

You watch as he undoes his fly, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at how brazenly he does it – in a room full of people, no less! But you lick your lips, feeling your pussy clench at how fat and thick his cock looks under the pulsating lights. God, he was so big everywhere!

“So if I tell you that daddy wants to fuck his little girl in front of everyone right now, you’d say yes, wouldn’t you?”

You lick your lips, lust pulsing through every vein in your body. You’re already humping against him like a wanton whore, loving the feel of his bare cock gliding against your slippery slit in a room full of people.

“M-Maybe we can we go upstairs, daddy?”

“No. Here. C’mon, baby, you know you want to.” He nibbles on your ear, “I’ll make you my girlfriend if you do this for me.”

Your heart lifts, your mind feeling euphoric at the idea of that. And you believe him, of course you believe him! How could you not, when you’re feeling so on top of the world right now? Heart beating so fast, blood pumping even faster… And he said he’d make you his girlfriend! Oh, you wanted that so badly! You’d do anything to be his girlfriend, anything at all…

“O-Okay, daddy, I guess you can– AH, FUCK!”

He pistons his dick inside you in one quick movement, holding your hips firmly in place so you don’t fall over from the sheer force of him forcing his fat dick into your tiny, leaking hole. God, he was so big. You’d never get used to it.

“Good baby,” he smirks. There are waves of people around you – an entire crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies. But all you can feel is Ari, his cock so big and imposing yet your pussy swallows him readily as he bottoms out inside you. Grabbing your face, he kisses you possessively, and you can feel his cocky smirk through the kiss, “fuck yeah, just as tight as always. God, I missed my little pussy.”

Being fucked by Ari in the middle of the dancefloor of a frat party, drunk and high off your mind while his girlfriend was somewhere in this house. It wasn’t how you’d planned your night to go at all, but you cling to Ari like a koala, allowing him to control your body and take pleasure from you. You can hear him groaning as he fucks you slowly, trying to cover your body completely with his. You can hear him grimace, mutter how fucking tight you are as he tries to hold back from tearing your pussy apart like how he usually does when the two of you are alone.

“Not such a big girl now, are you?” he mocks, biting at your bottom lip and sucking on it as his dick drives slowly in and out of you. “Getting fucked in the middle of a party because you can’t ever say no to me, huh?”

“Nngh, Ari please. F-Feel so full,” you moan, never wanting him to stop. Maybe you’d regret this later, but right now it’s like you’re in a bubble of pleasure that has you ignoring the real world around you.

“And the fact that you thought you could make me jealous by talking to Curtis,” Ari huffs, giving you a particularly hard thrust that sends you reeling, and you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs. “What a pathetic little game you played, baby. But I’ll never get jealous, because I already know I own you. And you know it too. I own your fucking pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You gasp, feeling him so deep inside you, it’s like he’s practically in your womb. You wrap your legs tighter around him, grinding your clit against his hairy abdomen. The sensation feels heavenly, and you’re so, so close…

“Promise me you’ll never fucking speak to Curtis again,” he demands.

“Fuck me harder, daddy–OW!”

He slaps your ass hard, and you reel into him, shocked at the blow. You’d have fallen over if he wasn’t holding you up in his muscular arms.

“Fucking say you’ll never speak to Curtis again,” Ari says through gritted teeth, and his fingers wrap around your throat. Your breath hitches, eyes widening. But your pussy squeezes around his dick at the same time his hand squeezes your throat, “Say it or I’ll choke you the fuck out.”

Fear splices through the euphoria you’re feeling, but his hand constricting around your throat, him controlling your breathing – it turns you on so fucking much at the same time. But his eyes look so dark, darker than you’ve ever seen them. Is it because he’s high too? Or is it something else entirely?

“W-Won’t talk to him,” you promise, barely getting the words out.

Ari smiles and releases your throat, and you desperately gasp for breath. But when he kisses you again, you can’t help but hungrily kiss him back.

“I own you,” he repeats, slipping his hand down to play with your clit, pushing your dress up in the process. You’re high out of your mind and yet you still try to push the hem of your dress back down, only for him to slap your hands away. “Don’t hide this baby pussy from me, sweetheart.”

“E-Everyone can see,” you moan, breath hitching when he pinches your clit harshly before rubbing circles on it.

“Let them watch, baby.”

As if on cue, you hear someone whistle:

“You’re a fucking dog, Levinson! Can’t even wait to find a room to get your dick wet, huh?”

“She looks high off her ass, bro. Classic Levinson.”

Ari only laughs, continuing to fuck you and make out with you in the middle of the party as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to be doing. And if he’s okay with it, then it must be okay, right?

“This is what happens when you come to a party trying to be an attention-seeker,” he tells you, his fingers leaving your clit as he brings them up to his mouth, sucking noisily, “fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. Your little baby pussy’s been wet for me all night, huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” you say dutifully, meeting his thrusts now as you feel yourself getting close. You continue grinding your clit on his hairy abs as he fucks you, the sensation so heavenly as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, blabbering out your inner thoughts: “I…I think about you all the time, want you all the time. Wish you were with me all the time….”

“Mm, it gets you all wet, doesn’t it? Fucking a man who’s got a girlfriend?”

You gasp, but your walls clench around him all the same.

“Mm, I felt that, you slutty little baby,” Ari smacks your ass again, rocking his hips hard against you as you cry from the pleasure, “It turns you on that I have a girlfriend and yet I’m here with you, fucking you in front of all these people like you’re my personal fucking whore.”

“Ari, I’m so close, I–”

 “Bet you wish she was watching us, huh?” He says suddenly, “I bet that would get you off, wouldn’t it, you dirty little slut?”

“Nooo,” you moan, but you can feel thrills rippling through your body, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as the music drones on all around you.

Ari licks his lips like he’s the devil himself, “Don’t fucking lie to me, sweetheart. I bet you wish Sharon was here, watching me fuck you.” His eyes glint wickedly, “Bet you wish she was getting herself off to us, don’t you? Fingering herself while she watches her boyfriend cheat on her with a slutty little girl like you.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mm, and what would you do? Cry your little baby tears and beg for her forgiveness?” Ari chuckles lowly, and you can’t believe you’re on the brink of orgasm and about to lose it and he’s just there, calm as ever as he fucks you in this room full of people. Forcing his big, fat cock inside you with a smirk on his face as if he owns the whole room. “You’d beg for my girlfriend’s forgiveness while you take my fat fucking cock inside your sexy little pussy. And she’d watch us, watch me call you a bad fucking girl while I fuck you so hard that I’d probably knock you up. And I’ve never fucked her like that, baby. I would never fuck her like that. Only you.”

“Daddy, please,” you sob and sob, clutching at his shirt because you feel so overwhelmed.

He grabs your face roughly, making you look at him.

“And you’d watch her rub her pussy as she watches us fuck, wouldn’t you? And she’d cum all over her fingers, watching her boyfriend fuck the living daylights out of you, watching you be a helpless little slut for your daddy. And you’d love every second of it, baby. Because you’re fucking sick, just like me…”

Your orgasm is earth-shattering, breaking your body apart as you squirt all over his huge fucking dick. And he fucks you through it, coaxing your cream out of you as you cry and cry, any sound you make getting drowned out by the blaring music, any thrashing movement blurred by the dancing bodies around you. Some of them know what’s going on, you know they do. But others don’t, lost in their own world as they dance around the two of you. And waves of searing pleasure overtake your body, over and over again as you grind up against him.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Ari grunts, “cum on my daddy dick like the good little baby you are. God, fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so good, baby, feels so tight and sexy. Gimme another one.”

You cum again, as if your body is programmed to listen to him, as if just his words can make you orgasm. And that’s when he blows his load, muttering a string of curses as he empties himself inside you. He always came inside you, no matter what. And you guessed that he wasn’t going to stop that streak now, even in the midst of a crowded party. One or two guys are ogling at the two of you, but you’re too fucked out to care, your spent body sagging against Ari’s huge frame as he fills you up with his hot cum.

Everything is blurry for a while after that. You’re on the brink of passing out – not even from the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system, but from how fucked out you feel. But you jolt out of it when Ari pulls out of you, whining needily but he ignores you. Instead, he pulls your dress back down over your ass, and you can feel his hot cum trickling down your thigh.

“How was she, Levinson?” Some guy pipes up from within the crowd.

“Move along, smartass.” Ari glares daggers at the random guy, flipping him off as he shields your body with his bigger one. But there are more guys surrounding you, more people beginning to notice what exactly is going on. Ari seems to catch on to this too, shooting dirty looks all around him as he tries to tug your short dress down even further to cover you more, as if he was fuelled by horniness before but now that he’s come down from that high, he’s hyperaware of everyone around you.

“Can’t feel my legs, daddy,” you lean heavily against him.

He picks you back up, carrying you through the crowd. You can vaguely hear the voices of other boys over the loud, pounding music. Thumping Ari on the back, congratulating him. You hide your face in his chest, trying not to think about what’s just happened. He takes you up the stairs, through random corridors, into an empty bedroom, and finally, a bathroom.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?” He asks after setting you down on the sink.

“I’m good,” you grab at him, trying to wrap your legs around him and pull him into you. You can still feel the effects of the little blue pill, and you try to kiss him but he pulls away, chuckling.

“We need to clean you up.”

Funny. He never cleaned you up before. In the past, he’d always fuck you hard and good and then leave you to get yourself together while he typed away on his phone or went outside to smoke. Then, he’d either come back inside to fuck you again, or he’d give you a quick kiss and leave, telling you he was late for practice or something along those lines. But right now, it looks like he was sticking around, and that makes your heart skip a beat.

“I can’t believe I just let you fuck me in front of everyone. It almost doesn’t feel real!” You muse out loud, wondering maybe it was all just a dream, because you feel so hazy and warm. You swing your heel clad feet, accidentally catching him in the stomach. He shoots you a warning look, grabbing your calves to still you before his expression relaxes.

“It’s what you deserved for ignoring my texts.” He smirks before grabbing a wad of toilet paper. He wets some of it under the tap and swipes at your thighs, cleaning his cum off you. You bite your lip, watching his tanned biceps ripple as he gets dangerously close to your pussy. You grab his wrist, pushing it between your legs.

“I think you missed a spot, daddy,” you say in what you hope is a demure and sexy manner.

Ari groans, “Don’t tempt me, baby girl.”

He feels around your folds, licking his lips as he plays with the mess he’s left in your pussy. But you whine after a while, clearly too sensitive for round two so you push his hand away.

“Lemme feel you,” he persists.

“Nuh uh, too sensitive.”

He rolls his eyes and you giggle, reaching out to smooth his long hair, twining a few strands around your finger. You stay like that for a while, liking how he looks at you in the privacy of this bathroom, where the music from outside is still thumping softly and yet it feels like the two of you are in your own bubble. Where the dull orange light makes him look double handsome, and it’s just the two of you and you can pretend he’s your boyfriend and you’re a happy couple and it’s the best feeling in the world.

Until Ari’s hand slips down between your legs again.

“Hey!” You squeal, batting him off, but he doesn’t relent.

“Let daddy feel you one more time, baby girl,” he tries to sweet talk you, but you shake your head, pushing him away again. That’s when he gets a glint in his eye, digging his fingers into your ribs instead. You squeal as he tickles you, and you try to do it back but clearly, he isn’t as ticklish as you because he just shoots you an amused look. You laugh and laugh, till you can’t breathe and even he chuckles, his face pink.

“Ari, will I be your girlfriend now?” You ask in a small voice once you’ve stopped laughing.

A pause. And then he sighs.

“Baby, we already have a good thing going–”

“So then why can’t we go out on dates and do all the romantic things that boyfriends and girlfriends do?” Your lower lip wobbles but you will yourself to remain calm and collected.

“You know why.” Ari avoids your gaze, backing up and gathering all the toilet paper he’s just used. He stuffs it into the bin before washing his hands, and the whole time you look at him, waiting for him to elaborate except he says nothing more.

“B-But I let you fuck me in front of everyone,” you scrunch your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay, “I let you do anything to me, Ari. And you keep telling me that you’ll make me your girlfriend but it never happens. An’ I trust you more than anything even though you keep lying to me, and–”

He clears his throat, running his hands through his hair before he reaches out as if to cup your face. But at the last second he holds back, fists curled to his sides. “Don’t do this right now. Look, I’ll get you some water to sober you up, then you can call your friend Carla–”

“Her name is Wanda.”

“Call your friend Wanda, and maybe she can take you home. You’re completely wasted.” He can’t help but reach out, fixing the strap of your dress which you hadn’t even noticed had slipped down your shoulder. God, you were a mess. A complete and utter mess and he’d used you again and now he wanted nothing to do with you. His fingers linger, brushing against your bare shoulder before he snatches his hand back and clears his throat once more.

“Is it because I’m not good enough?” A lone tear drips down your cheek. And it’s crazy because not even a minute ago you were laughing your ass off.

“No–”

“Then why does it feel like you’re using me?”

No one speaks for several seconds. All you can hear is your own breathing, how you hiccup every now and then. How your head is beginning to pound and how all your emotion seem amplified. You know it’s because you’re drunk, and yet you’re hoping you may get something sincere from him in this bathroom right now…

But Ari only shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained somewhere beyond your shoulder, as if he can’t seem to look you in the eye…

“Now’s not the time to talk about this–”

“You lie to me all the time, Ari, and you always take me for granted. An’ I fall for it every time because I wanna be your girlfriend so bad…” Your voice falters, lip curling and tears welling in your eyes, “I really, really like you, Ari. Don’t you like me too? Enough to make me your girlfriend?”

“I already have a girlfriend…” He blurts out.

His words hit you like shards of glass, piercing you from the inside out. You feel like you’re falling, and even Ari looks guilty, as if he can’t believe he’s just said that so abruptly. He’s always come up with a story when it comes to his relationship; “we broke up,” or “we’re having problems,” or “she’s a bitch, I don’t care about her.” But it seems like now, he’s really just laying it all out on the table. She’s his girlfriend. And she always would be.

You bow your head, feeling like a veil’s lifted somewhere between the two of you. “I guess that just makes me the girl you keep around for easy sex.”

“You know it’s more than that, baby–”

His phone rings at that exact moment, cutting him off. But he looks relieved to be interrupted, and hastily fishes it out of his pocket. You sigh, staring down dejectedly into your lap. He keeps his voice low as he talks on the phone, but you catch a few words here and there, like “Sharon,” and “she’s looking for you.”

“Baby, I gotta go. But I want you to stay in here until you’re sober enough to go find your friend.” Ari says, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Y-You’re leaving?”

A pause.

“Yes.”

Another tear trickles down your cheek.

“Please stay with me. I don’t wanna be alone right now.” He’s left you after sex many times before, but this time feels different. You feel vulnerable, small, afraid. Little you in this big party where you’d only feel safe if you were with him. God, it felt so special whenever it was just you and him alone together. Like right now, in the bathroom, where he’d carried you up in his arms, cleaned you himself and laughed while he tickled you. Oh, it felt so special to you! Could he not feel that too? Why did he want to leave?

Ari inhales deeply, “Don’t, okay? You know I can’t stay. Sharon… She’s making a scene. She’s really drunk, people are starting to notice I’m not there with her–”

“I’m really drunk too.” And high.

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, “That’s why you’re getting so emotional, okay? Just… Just call Wanda. Or one of your other friends.”

His words sting, and you know you should just back off. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do since clearly all he wanted was to get away from you. But neediness and sorrow clouds your brain and covers your heart, and in a last ditch effort, you reach out to grab his hand.

“Please stay,” you beg, and you feel like you’ve swallowed your pride but you don’t even care anymore, “Please, Ari. Y-You don’t have to make me your girlfriend, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up. Please, just stay with me. Don’t leave me alone, please, please, please–”

“Stop,” he says gently, peeling your hand off of his, “don’t make this bigger than it is. We hooked up like we always do, but I need to go now, okay? I’ll text you later.”

He backs away, pausing at the door. Hope fills your heart, and you wait with bated breath. But then he leaves, walking out casually like all he’s done is use the bathroom. And you sit there, his rejection like poison in your veins. Frozen, drunk, sad, dejected. Oh God, had you really expected him to stay? To be different this time? How many more times were you going to let him lie to you, disrespect you, embarrass you, play you?

How many more times till he broke you completely?

***

“C’mon, Wanda, pick the fuck up.” You mutter, jabbing at your phone in annoyance. The screen freezes for several seconds, before your call goes to her voice message. For the fourth time in a row. You bite your lip, daring to check your battery. Five percent. Great. Just Great.

 After Ari had left you in the bathroom, all you’d wanted to do was curl up in the bathtub and cry the whole night away. And that’s what you’d been doing for at least an hour, until some horny couple barged in and started having sex against the sink. You’drun out of there in a hurry, and now here you were at the front of the frat house, wanting nothing more than to go home.

“Where the hell are you, Wanda?” You murmur, calling her again and praying to God your phone battery lasts until you find her. You were still drunk and not exactly capable of combing through the crowd of people in search of your friend. When she doesn’t pick up again, you feel a helplessness take over your body, like it had back in the bathroom. All you want to do is collapse down on the grass and cry like a baby, but you will yourself to persevere before you try calling her again.

“Excuse me, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

The voice is deep and rumbling, with an undertone of amusement. You don’t even bother looking up from your phone, your eyes too busy staring down your battery percentage as it lowers down to three percent.

“I’m fine,” you say distractedly, trying to walk further away from the frat house in hopes of getting better signal. “I’m just trying to call my friend so we can go ho–”

Your heel catches against a rock on the grass, sending you flying. You brace yourself for the fall but it never comes. Instead, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you and pulling you back till you collide against a hard chest.

“Careful, baby,” the amused voice murmurs in your ear.

“Oh, um, thank you, uh–” You straighten up and turn around to face the stranger who’d saved you, finding yourself face to face with a built looking chest wearing an off-white t-shirt and varsity jacket. You crane your neck upwards, breath catching in your throat at what you see.

The stranger is tall and blonde, his pale skin shimmering in the moonlight (probably because you’re drunk because that’s what it looked like). His muscles ripple under his shirt, and he runs his hand through his hair in a way that’s all too familiar. His blue eyes sparkle as he smiles down at you, his arms still around your waist as if to hold you steady.

“Wow,” you say dumbly. He was handsome!

He smirks down at you, “Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t quite catch that?” He had an effortless way of speaking, like a relaxed drawl as if he was far removed from all the craziness of the party going on around him.

“I – uh – I said thanks,” you babble, “thanks for saving me.”

“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

You tell him, trying to keep your words from slurring because of the damned alcohol still pumping in your system. You’re acutely aware of his arms still around you, and the fact that your heart is beating fast and hard as you look up at him almost in awe. In your inebriated state, his pale colouring made it look like there was a halo around him (either that or a streetlight was shining directly at him), but it made him look almost angelically handsome.

“I’m Steve.” He says, confidently reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “What’s a cute little thing like you doing out by yourself so late at night?”

You stick your chin up indignantly, “Not by myself! I’m looking for Wanda!”

“Who’s that, sweetheart?”

“My best friend.”

“Well, she isn’t much of a best friend if she left you all alone at this party, is she?”

Steve cocks his head to the side, a crooked smile on his face that’s so attractive it makes you swoon inwardly, despite what he was implying.

“She didn’t leave me, Steve! She’s just…” you helplessly scan through the groups of people that have spilled out into the front yard of the frat house, “she’s around here somewhere…” Your eyes suddenly snap back over to the blonde, suspicion overtaking you. Who exactly was this guy, and where had he just appeared from, looking all handsome and angelic?

“Do you…uh…do you go to St. Andrews’ too?” You hardly know everyone on campus, seeing as your college is massive and there’s way too many people that go there. But you’re sure you’d remember seeing someone as handsome as him.

“Nope, I go to St. Jude’s.”

Oh. The enemy college. At least according to Ari (who was the main source of most of your information since he knew everything). Ari hated St Jude’s’ basketball team, as they were the main rivals of his own basketball team. You weren’t much into sports or any of that (you only attended Ari’s basketball games to look cute and get his attention), but you suddenly recognise St. Jude’s distinctive blue and white coloured varsity jacket that Steve has on. It resembles Ari’s varsity jacket – which is red and gold for St. Andrew’s.

“What’re you doing here, then?” You ask.

Steve shrugs, “Me and my buddies come to your parties every now and then…” he nods at two other guys in similar varsity jackets. They stand across the lawn from the two of you, talking to a bunch of girls. You look at them for a few seconds before Steve clears his throat, as if he wants you to look at him and him only.

“I think the real question is, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“What’s a baby like you doing all alone at a frat house this late?” His thumb strokes your bare arm, his other hand still firm on your waist. “You’re too cute and innocent for a party like this, the frat boys will eat you alive.”

His eyes glint as he says it, but you presume that’s just you imagining things because you’re drunk.

“Well actually, I’m not a baby and I wasn’t alone,” you try not to hyper-focus on his thumb circling against your skin, “I was with Wanda, and then I was with Ari, and then–”

Steve’s grip tightens, “Ari?”

“Yeah, Ari. He’s my boyfr– Well no, actually he’s my nothing. He’s no one…” you sigh sadly, “I’m no one to him and he’s no one to me…He made that pretty clear tonight.”

The blonde whistles lowly, his hand still rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. And you kind of don’t want him to stop, because he feels so warm and he’s making you feel warm and it’s making you hurt a teensy bit less.

“A pretty little girl like you doesn’t deserve to get her heart broken like that,” Steve comments, “and you don’t deserve to be left alone to cry by yourself either.”

“W-Wasn’t crying!” you lie. God, he was making you sound so pathetic.

He weaves you through the crowd, his grip on you tight as he walks you over to a more secluded area of the front yard. With less people around, his arms catch around your waist and he yanks you closer to him, till you’re flush against his chest, your eyes wide as you look up at him and swallow hard.

“My point still stands,” he says, his voice so confident and velvety smooth. “Now, if you were my girl, you wouldn’t even be allowed to step foot inside a party like this, let alone be left unattended.”

A thrill ripples down your spine, but you barely have time to acknowledge it before you feel a rough grip on your wrist, yanking you away from Steve with heavy force.

“What the hell is this?!” Ari growls, pushing you behind his own body before he squares up to Steve. You gape over at both men, looking from one to the other. Ari was the biggest guy you knew, but Steve matched him in both height and stature. Head-to-head, the two men stare the other down, almost as if they already know each other. Side by side, you notice they look kind of similar. Both of them were tall and bulky, with vivid blue eyes. But Steve was angelically blonde and pale, and Ari was tanner, rougher, darker. Steve looked calm, unperturbed by the interruption – but Ari looked pissed off beyond belief.

“What are you doing here, Rogers?” He seethes.

Steve smirks, “I wasn’t aware that you owned this frat house, Ari.”

“Cut the bullshit. You know you’re not welcome here. Just because your own college parties are filled with ugly sluts doesn’t mean you have to come to mine.”

“Yours? And who exactly put you in charge?”

Steve steps closer as if to challenge Ari, but Ari just glowers at him before shaking his head.

“Do whatever the fuck you want, Steve. But she’s off limits. Everyone here knows she’s mine.” Ari’s still got your wrist in a death-grip, and you wince in pain when he squeezes even tighter.

“Lemme go, Ari!” You try to fight against his hold but to no avail.

The blonde snorts, “Oh yeah, it really looks like she’s yours, Levinson.”

“Fuck off.”

“I know what your girlfriend looks like, asshole. I know it’s not her.” Steve’s still got that smirk on his face, and you can see Ari’s face going redder and redder. God, he was really getting to him! And they did in fact know each other!

Ari pointedly turns his back to Steve as if to shut him out of the conversation. Instead, he looks at you. “Baby, why are you still here? It’s getting really late, let me call you an Uber.”

Baby? Was he serious? After he’d left you alone in the bathroom even after you’d begged and pleaded with him to stay with you?!

You feel a surge of anger, “No! Don’t want you to call me anything, Ari! Just leave me alone, I can get home by myself.”

He frowns, “You’re still drunk. I’m gonna call you a–”

“Where’s Sharon, Levinson?” Steve pipes up from behind in an amused tone, as if this is all an evening’s worth of entertainment to him. “That’s her name, right? Your actual girlfriend?”

Ari whips around with lightning speed. Your heart jumps to your throat as the brunet lunges forward, grabbing Steve by the collar and getting all up in his face, “If you don’t shut the fuck up–”

“Or what, huh, Levinson?”

The brunet lowers his voice, “You know damn well I can beat your ass off court just as much as I can in court.”

Steve scoffs, “You beat my team, not me.”

Oh, so Steve was a basketball player too. He and Ari had played against each other.

Ari barks out a laugh, “Oh yeah, I forgot you got benched in the last game. Can’t seem to keep that temper in check, can you?”

The blonde shrugs, “I don’t know, Levinson. Seems like you’re the one who’s getting all worked up right now.”

“Go to hell, asshole–”

“BABY, THERE YOU ARE!”

Sharon stumbles up to where the three of you are standing, her dress riding high, heels in her hand and hair a mess. She’s even drunker than you are, and yet she still looks beautiful – in a dishevelled sort of way. Like Serena Van Der Woodsen, with her blonde hair so perfectly tangled. She looks tall and somehow still graceful despite how she all but falls on top of Ari, who lets go of Steve’s collar as he holds her up.

“Thought I lost you again,” she giggles, planting her lips on his. You blanch and look away, feeling like someone’s put your heart in a shredder. You almost don’t notice Steve grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back into him. Sharon continues to kiss Ari, making out with him except he keeps turning his head – but she’s too drunk to notice. “Babe, could you please take me home? I’m tired.”

Ari grimaces, “Sure. Why don’t you go wait by the car and I’ll be over when I’m ready?”

Sharon blinks, “What car?”

“My car.”

“What does it look like?”

Ari groans. Steve laughs. Sharon looks confused. And you hope the ground would swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to witness the happy couple together right in front of your face.

“Sharon, just go wait somewhere else while I–”

“Are you guys a couple?” Sharon cuts him off, finally acknowledging you and Steve. “You look totally cute together if you are.”

“They’re not a couple.” Ari seethes, his blue eyes narrowing at Steve’s hands on your waist. “Let go of her, asshole.” he says quietly (not that Sharon would have even noticed). Steve ignores his, pretending he didn’t hear him.

“I, uh, I have to go,” you mumble, unable to stand being in their presence even a second longer. Sharon’s gone back to sloppily kissing up Ari’s jaw, and you just can’t take it. His words from earlier keep ringing through your ears: “I already have a girlfriend,” “I already have a girlfriend,” “I already have a girlfriend.”

You take your phone out, ready to call an Uber and be done with this night. You’d go home and charge your phone and try to reach Wanda from there. But just as you’re about to type in your address on the app, your screen goes black. Dead. Great. Fucking great.

“Oh no,” you whisper softly in dismay.

Ari’s already got his own phone out, typing away and presumably calling you an Uber whilst simultaneously trying to keep Sharon upright and at bay.

“I’ll take you home.” Steve volunteers.

“The hell you will,” Ari sneers, “Back the fuck off, Rogers, I’m calling her an Uber.” He looks like he wants to say more, his gaze still locked on the way Steve is holding you. But he can’t, of course he can’t… not with her here.

“Babe, I don’t feel well,” Sharon moans suddenly. Her face looks slightly green, and she’s stopped kissing Ari now.

“Just give me a second,” He tells her distractedly.

“Maybe you should worry about getting your own girlfriend home first, Levinson.” Steve says smugly before turning to you, “C’mon, let’s go.”

Ari’s eyes fix on yours, “Don’t go with him.”

You almost do obey. Because you always obey Ari. He’s told you in the past, warned you that you always have to do what he says because he’s your daddy and he’s in charge. But… But what about how you’d begged him to stay earlier, and he hadn’t? Now was your chance to do the same thing to him, give him a taste of his own medicine. That, and you also can’t stand to be in close vicinity of him and Sharon right now, or else you’d burst into tears again.

Pointedly avoiding Ari’s gaze, you look up at Steve instead, “O-Okay. Let’s go.”

The blonde tugs you along with him, and you purposely drown Ari out as Steve leads you away. And part of you wants Ari to follow, to push Sharon away and come after you, rip you out of Steve’s grip and take you home himself. But he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t. You don’t dare look back, knowing the happy couple is probably making out again, and you’ve already been forgotten.

“He’s such an asshole!” You burst out, “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!”

Steve chuckles, “He’s an asshole, alright.”

“He really is! Hate how he treats me, an’ how I keep giving him chances. He just hurts me again and again and again and–”

“Let’s get you home, baby,” the blonde interrupts, getting his phone out.

You wait a handful of seconds, swaying in your heels but liking how he’s got his hand firmly on your lower back to keep you steady. You look up at him expectantly, “Well, aren’t you gonna ask for my address?”

“What?”

“My address, silly! How else am I gonna get home?”

He blinks, before slowly handing you his phone. You miss the glint in his eye, however, and how his lip curls up subtly in… disappointment? “Oh yeah. How stupid of me to forget.”

You type your address in on his Uber app and click accept before beaming up at him, “Thank you so much, Steve. It really means a lot to me, I honestly don’t know how else I would’ve got home! But don’t worry, I’ll pay you back! We’ll split the cost in half, and–”

He presses his finger to your lips, effectively shushing you before he shoots you that charming lop-sided smile of his, making your insides melt. “You don’t need to pay me back, sweetheart. What kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a little baby like you?”

You blink, feeling an extreme sense of dejavu. He sounded exactly like… Ari. Ari never let you pay for anything ever. Well, Ari never really took you out anywhere in public, but the two of you would always order takeout whenever he came over to your dorm room. And he’d never skimp out either, ordering from fancy places like Nobu because he said you were his baby and he wanted the best for you. And whenever you tried to pay your share, he’d just snort and push your hand away, “What kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a helpless little baby like you?”

The reminder of Ari has a ton of different emotions washing over you all over again. Sadness, jealousy, anger…. You shake your poor drunken, muddled head, “Oh, I hate Ari so much, Steve! He’s heartless, and he–”

You’re still going on and on by the time the Uber arrives. And you’re so into your tirade, that you don’t even notice Steve’s arms going around you again, holding you tight against him as if he owns you. You don’t notice how his hands wander, how he rubs the bare skin of your arms, the small of your back, going lower and lower. His fingers playing with the short hem of your dress…

You do notice him slip cash into the driver’s hand… Probably the tip, you presume, too drunk to care.

Your mind wanders to Ari again during the ride home. You sit in the backseat with Steve, staring out  the window gloomily as you think about how he broke your heart. Oh, how could you have been so stupid? So gullible? So innocent? You’d never let anyone take advantage of you like that again…

“You okay?” Steve asks, pressing his hand on your thigh.

You nod, “Yeah, I’m just thinkin’ about how much I hate Ari, and–”

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been listening to you complain about Ari for the past ten minutes straight. Don’t mention him again.”

He says it softly, calmly, and yet you shut your mouth and straighten up. Despite being drunk, you can detect the seriousness of his tone, and a hint of a threat too. Which you’re probably imagining because why would Steve threaten you? He was so sweet! Wasn’t he?

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you say softly, relaxing once he shoots you a smile.

The drive continues, and Steve’s hand remains on your bare thigh, squeezing every now and again. You don’t mind, his touch helping you feel grounded. You’re still so drunk and probably high too, from that damned stupid pill Ari had given you. No, no, no! You scrunch your eyes shut, willing yourself not to think about him.

“Baby, why don’t you come sit on my lap?” Steve says suddenly.

You whip your head in his direction, “Wh-What?”

“The Uber driver just told me the backseat is really dirty, and you’re in a dress, so I think you’d better sit on me.”

You glance at the driver, who looks straight ahead at the road, not batting an eye or saying a single word. You’re too drunk to argue, and so you just nod. Steve grabs you by the waist, easily lifting you up and placing you on his lap. You can’t help but welcome his warmth, shivering in your skimpy little dress as you wiggle around, trying to get comfortable. He notices, immediately shrugging off his varsity jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“There. Nice and warm now?”

You smile up at him gratefully, “Yeah! Thanks so much, Steve!” You try not to ogle at his biceps.

“You look cute in my jacket,” Steve chucks you under the chin, “It’s huge on you.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re huge,” you blurt out, before your eyes widen.

“And you’re just tiny.” He quips, pulling you closer.

This was weird, right? You’d only just met him a mere twenty minutes ago, and now you were already in a car with him? In his lap, no less? But you could trust Steve, right? He was nice enough to give you a lift home when he didn’t even know you, and he didn’t want you to touch the dirty backseat either. And he’d given you his jacket so you’d stay warm. All of those looked like green flags to you. Unlike dumb stupid Ari, who was one red flag after another!

The car hits a snag on the road, causing you to bounce inadvertently in his lap. Steve groans as if he’s in pain, and you shoot him an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Stevie. That was an accident.”

He smirks, “Stevie?”

Heat spreads across your cheeks, unaware that you’ve said it out loud… But it’s a cute nickname nonetheless, and so you just shrug awkwardly, a sheepish smile on your face.

Steve’s hand rubs up and down your back soothingly, “It’s a long way till your house, baby. Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

You nod, “Well, I’m a freshman at St. Andrews’ College, and…and…” your voice drifts off as you notice how close you are to him, how you can see the freckles and beauty marks on his face, how deep his blue eyes are up close. So much like Ari’s…

Steve licks his lips, “How does a little freshman like you get mixed up with an asshole like Ari Levinson?”

Oh God, where do you even begin? Instead, you shake your head, “I-I thought I wasn’t allowed to mention Ari again?”

“You’re right,” Steve’s eyes twinkle, and he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You take instructions well, sweetheart, that makes you a good girl.”

You glow at the praise, before the car hits another snag on the road – this time a much bigger one. You bounce on Steve’s lap again, biting your lip when you feel the rough material of his jeans graze against you down there. And that’s when you come to a horrific realisation.

You’re not wearing any panties.

Your mind flashes back to earlier in the night. Ari fucking you in the middle of the dancefloor. Lifting your dress up. Your panties slipping down your legs. You stepping out of them, the lacy thong lying on the floor. That was the last you’d seen it…

You gulp, looking down at Steve’s lap slowly. No, no, no. Oh no… There it is, plain as day… A wet stain on his jeans, directly beneath you. You hear a low groan, and you know he’s seen it too.

“Oh my gosh, Steve, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I–”

“It’s okay,” he breathes, his voice throaty as he grips your hips to hold you in place, “Maybe you should move…”

“Yes, of course, sorry, I’ll just…” You hastily try to get off his lap, but he holds on tight, not allowing you to budge.

“No, baby girl. I mean move like this.” With fluid confidence, he guides your hips over thick, jean-clad thigh. You gasp breathily, hands shaking as they automatically grip his shoulders. Your bare cunt grazes against the rough denim, pleasurable sensations thrumming through your body. Oh God, what were you doing? You glance fearfully at the driver, but he seems to be in his own world, carefully ignoring the two of you from the driver’s seat.

“Stevie, we shouldn’t–”

“Shhh, move again,” he orders, his thumb circling your hip through the thin material of your dress.

“B-But we just met, this isn’t right, we–” But he shushes you again by moving your hips for you. And his hands are so big, gripping you so tight as he moves you over his muscular leg, your cunt catching against the jean material again and making your whole body convulse. You automatically grab at his broad shoulders, feeling overwhelmed and confused yet horny and needy all at once.

Ari wouldn’t like this, your inner voice warns.

“I thought you took instructions well, baby doll.” Steve whispers enticingly in your ear, hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back as if to cajole you into doing what he wanted. “C’mon, move again like how I told you to.”

Your body obeys as if you’ve been wired to, and maybe it’s because you like listening to people or maybe it’s because you’re just plain horny. Either because of Ari’s damned ecstasy pill or because Steve is so handsome and hot and his body is so big and muscular and warm. Oh, you don’t know! But you do roll your hips down against his lap, eyes widening at how good it feels as you both gasp in unison.

“That’s a good girl,” Steve praises, giving you a sweet smile. And you’re so close to him, and he’s so handsome, and his lashes are so long and thick, his jaw so defined, his freckles so pretty…

“You’re so pretty!” You blurt out.

Steve snorts, “And you’re still so fucking drunk.”

“Wha–?”

“Nothing. Move again.” But this time he picks you up, repositioning you so that you’re face to face with him and straddling his crotch, and oh my! He was so hard, so, so hard! You could feel his dick poking through the denim, rubbing against your wet folds! What was even happening right now?! “Baby, this feels good huh? Moving against me like this?”

“Uh… y-yeah, I guess it does.” You answer shyly.

“Good. Then I won’t have to repeat myself after this one last time. Move. Again.” Quick as a wink, his hand leaves your hip, thick fingers curling around your throat instead. He speaks softly yet with authority and a hint of menace, blue eyes almost magically unblinking as he stares you down, “Rub your little baby cunt all over my jeans. You might as well, since you’ve already made a mess.”

SMACK.

You squeak before your jaw drops open. Had he just spanked you? Once more, you look to the driver in the front, but he seems to be determinedly ignoring whatever was going on in the backseat.

Almost as if he’d been paid to do so…

You start to move your hips, letting Steve guide you as you grind down on his clothed crotch. And fuck, it feels heavenly. Your poor clit is throbbing, so needy and desperate as you seek your pleasure, holding on to Steve’s sturdy shoulders.

“Fuck yeah, you’re such a cute little slut aren’t you?” Steve hums into your neck, his teeth grazing against your bare skin, “can’t believe a sweet little angel with a snatch as tight and sexy as yours landed right in my lap. Well, I stole you right from under Levinson’s nose, but that’s not important right now, is it?” He slaps your ass again, his other hand still wrapped around your neck. Not squeezing, just holding it, “Move harder, baby. I’m already letting you use me for your pleasure, so you better do as I say.”

“O-Okay, Stevie,” you pant, not really hearing what he’s saying because the delicious friction is too much for you to handle.

He nips at the nape of your neck, that now familiar glint in his eye, “Call me daddy, sweetheart.”

You gape at him. But you only ever called Ari daddy!

His fingers squeeze around your neck, making it exponentially harder for you to breathe. “Did you hear what I said?” He asks smoothly.

“Y-Yeah,” you barely get the word out.

“Then say it. Say it or I’ll choke you the fuck out.”

“Daddy!” You squeak as he loosens his grip, gulping for air, “D-Daddy, please!”

He smirks, leaning back against the seat as he watches you ride his crotch. You can’t stop now, it feels too good, too sexy. An yet it also almost feels like you’re doing something wrong, like you’re betraying Ari… Except you’re not, you’re not, you’re not! Because Ari already had a girlfriend and it wasn’t you!

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? Dry humping your little baby pussy on a guy you’ve just met?” Steve grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward, till his plump pink lips ghost against yours, “You this slutty for all the frat boys, sweetie?”

You shake your head desperately, “N-No, promise I’m not! I’ve only ever been with one guy, ah!” Your poor pussy feels like it’s been rubbed raw, and yet you can’t stop. Your hips are both moving off their own accord, and Steve’s still moving your body lazily on top of his, the fat outline of his dick protruding through his jeans, a wet spot of your juices on top of his crotch. “W-Well, actually, now I’ve been with two, but–oh fuck!”

You whimper pathetically as Steve suddenly bites down on your neck, sucking against the sensitive skin till it breaks. He peppers the broken skin with kisses, and it hurts yet it feels so good. You find your hand slipping up to grab at his short hair, and instinctively you’d been expecting Ari’s long tufts because that was all you were used to. But all you can think about is Steve right now, and how good his huge body feels underneath you as you grind against it.

“And does it feel good, baby? Humping up against a stranger like you’re in heat?” He licks the shell of your ear lewdly, shivers running down your spine before he suddenly thrusts upwards, catching you off-guard. Your pussy clenches, lust pumping through your veins at his words. “Innocent little baby, only ever been with two guys and yet you’re dry humping me like you’re being paid to do it.”

He laughs wickedly, and how could he still look so angelic? The moonlight shines on his face through the window of the car, and one second he’s looking down at you mockingly, before his face morphs into one of lust and want, and he lets out a soft gasp as he grinds up against you. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. Making daddy feel so fuckin’ good, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, daddy, oh fuck, you feel so big,” you whimper with abandon.

Steve snorts, “I’m bigger than you could handle, sweet girl. Your cute little baby pussy would probably start crying if I tried to put my dick inside you right now.”

His dirty talk makes you moan, and you can feel yourself growing more excited. That’s when he starts to fondle you, his hands everywhere on your body, squeezing and rubbing your tits through the thin material of your dress. “God, you’re just a baby, aren’t you?”

“N-No,” you pant, only to earn another smack to your ass.

“Don’t fucking disagree with me,” he hisses, blue eyes blazing before his smirk returns, “You’re a little fuckin’ baby who’s known me all of two seconds and yet you’re horny for my daddy dick, aren’t you? I said, aren’t you?”

“Yes, okay?! Yes!” You cry out, your folds so insanely sensitive from rubbing and rubbing against him, and yet you’re so close. But was it just you, or had Steve’s demeanour changed. Back at the party, he was charming, funny, helpful. And now? Oh, he was still charming, and so devastatingly handsome. But there was a darkness to his angelic quality… Either that or you were imagining things.

“What if I pushed you down and made you ride my fuckin’ shoe instead?” He asks, that devilish glint ever-present in his blue eyes which were dark with lust, “You’d do it, wouldn’t you? You’d do anything to cum.”

“Daddy, ‘m so close!” you whine like a baby, clutching his shirt hard in case he did push you to the floor. You didn’t want that at all, and you blink up at him with wide eyes, “D-Don’t push me down, daddy, please! Promise I’ll be good an’ I’ll listen to you! Wanna stay in your lap, please!”

He blinks down at you, chiselled face softening some as he cups your face, his other hand still guiding you as you ride his thigh, “Fuck, you’re cute, aren’t you?”

But then his expression darkens once more, and he reaches down, grabbing the flimsy fabric of your dress. There’s a loud tearing sound and you gasp, jaw dropping as he rips the lower part of your dress clean in half. He smiles, “Keep going, baby. Daddy just wanted to see you better. And look at your baby pussy, look how cute and puffy she is. Bet you’re sore down there, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, but don’t wanna stop! So close!”

He runs his tongue over his plump lips, “I bet you are.”

Reaching down, he makes you gasp out loud when his fingers spread your sopping folds, and fuck, his jeans feel so fucking good now, so much better, so much rougher, oh god, oh god, oh god… And that’s when he takes complete control, grabbing your hips harder and moving you on top of him like you’re a doll. Like you’re his personal fucktoy, and he’s using you for his pleasure as he moves you back and forth on his dick, dragging you up and down on his clothed crotch while he whispers dirtily in your ear.

But it’s when he squeezes your throat again, that you feel your pussy clench doubly hard.

“You like that, huh? Like when daddy gets rough?” Steve chuckles darkly, before squeezing harder. Till he’s well and truly choking you, and you can feel your airway close up, and you well and truly can’t breathe, and it’s agony but it’s so delicious, and he’s dragging you all over his crotch, rutting up against you as you scramble on top of him, and you can’t breathe and you’re about to black out and, and, and…

You come hard, squirting all over his crotch which was already wet from your juices. And your cream keeps on pouring out, your orgasm hitting you so hard. And that’s when he releases your throat, like he’s given you the ability to breathe as a reward for cumming, and he rubs your back soothingly as you sob and squeak in pleasure, his voice all sweet once more, all dripping with honey as he caressed you, “you’re such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, you did so good, baby.”

The rest of the drive home is silent, you feeling fucked out in Steve’s lap, Steve looking smug, and the Uber driver staring straight ahead as if the debauchery that just took place in the backseat of his car had never even happened. Your legs are shaking, and you can’t believe what’s just happened but you’re too exhausted to truly care. All you want is your bed. And sleep.

“Sweetheart, I think we’re here. Is this your building?”

“It is,” you say hoarsely, suddenly feeling too shy to even meet his gaze. And there’s a part of you that feels guilty now that it’s all over, a part of you that keeps thinking about Ari and what he would think about all this. Fuck. You shake your head to clear out all those thoughts until tomorrow, “Thanks for giving me a lift home, Stevie.”

His lop-sided smile returns, almost as if the whole ordeal in the Uber had never even happened, “No worries, baby.”

He helps you out of the car, and your legs feel like complete jelly, but you’re thankful that you can stand upright. You feel a weight on your shoulders, suddenly noticing his varsity jacket is still on you. Blue and white, with his initials “S.G.R.” “Oh, your jacket, Stevie. Here–”

“You keep it.” He cuts you off, his eyes glittering with the reflection of the moon and stars as his lip curls upwards, “Keep it somewhere in your dorm room, somewhere where everyone can see, alright?”

“Okay.” You really don’t have it in you to question his weird request.

He walks you all the way to your dorm room like a perfect gentleman, waits while you rummage through your purse for your keys. Chuckles as he finds them for you and unlocks your door. Pats your ass as he pushes you inside.

But not before pressing a kiss on your cheek and murmuring a quiet, “I’ll see you soon enough, baby.”

And then he’s gone, and you’re alone. You put your phone on charge before immediately flopping down on your bed. Your aching muscles hum in satisfaction, and you feel instant relief as you kick your heels off and close your eyes. Your heart is racing – how had you gone from being a virgin at the beginning of the year to hooking up with two guys in the same night?!

Speaking of one of the guys, your phone begins vibrating the moment it gains its battery back, and you see a flood of texts and missed calls from Ari. And you think back to how you’d feel a small sense of satisfaction and a burst of happiness every time he texted you or called you in the past.

Now, you don’t even have the energy to open his messages. It could wait till tomorrow.

You close your eyes to sleep. And you dreamt of Ari, of course you did. You dreamt of Ari a lot. But there was someone else alongside the brunet in your dreams tonight. A blonde with a charming smile and glittering eyes, the moonlight bathing him like a halo.

But you weren’t so sure if he was an angel.

AFHJSAFA OKAY! SO. What do we think??? AND YES omfg of course the second love interest was Steve! Y'all know i'm a whore for Steve and for me, he's the only one who can believably compete against THE Ari Levinson!!! I can't wait to delve into this story!!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Feedback would mean the world to me!

(also i'm paranoid that there are mistakes and continuity errors even tho i sorta did reread it kind of but aksdfnldaskgal idk!!! i'm sure it's all fine tho)

I actually prepared some questions for yall just in case:

Is it too soon to ask if you're team Ari or team Steve?!?! BC I WANNA KNOWWW.

Do Ari and Steve know each other?!?! DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE HISTORY?!?!

Does Ari have feelings for reader?! What is Steve's deal?!!? IDK YALL JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ANY GENERAL THOUGHTS AND FEEDBACK SDFKLSAFN OKAY BYE

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Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week One: Dried Leaves or Lots of Candles

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. You find out that you are more than just Curtis's girlfriend.

Warnings- small mention of possible future family.

This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Thank you everyone for all the comments and shares on Lots of Candles, I hope this one also gets all those soft feels going. Please if you enjoy it, reblog it. It really is appreciated. Every Friday I will be placing up a poll, make sure you vote for which autumn-themed event will be shared, a This or That. Thank you! Happy Reading.

Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Sophia raced ahead of Curtis while you and Ella were trying to scoop huge piles of dried-up leaves up into large bags designed like Halloween characters, the old tree sporting the fixer-upper treehouse in its large branches was littering the backyard with a multitude of leaf litter, a kaleidoscope of oranges, reds, and yellows floating lazily down to settle at your feet.

Curtis and Sophia kept crashing into the huge pile, the crackle of the leaves melding with the grunt of Curtis and the laughter of his niece as she landed on his chest, making an even bigger mess than before. Leaves clung to the two of them, dried bits that got stuck all over their clothes and hair. The leaves that burst into the air started to twirl back down in a dance, showing you yet again why this season was full of movement as well as color. 

“Gotchu!” Sophia straddled her uncle's chest, patting his bristled cheeks, which were also covered in bits of orange and red color. Like speckles of leaf confetti. 

“Kid, I got you. You were running away from me.” Curtis snorted, tickling her. She swatted at his hands, tumbling off into the massive pile and popping back up with her hands on her hips like she was about to lecture him. 

“Nu-uh, that was a trap.” 

Curtis rolled his eyes at Sophia, playfully pushing her to fall back into the leaves while he rose up to stand, sprinkling leaves all over her. “Okay Sophia Bear, guess that means that this time… I gotta get you!” 

The little girl squealed, scrambling as fast as she could out of the pile while Curtis pretended to just miss her. 

You and Ella paused, watching all this with amused grins while Ella was recording it from her phone. The leaves you two were trying to gather got half spread out again from them playing around. 

“I swear that man is a big kid himself.” Ella hit end on her phone, tapping the video into an Everett friends and family group chat that you were now officially a member of, the chat line a constant source of amusement for you. It wasn’t long till your phone was buzzing with the incoming video message. 

“Sophia does bring out that side in him.” You said in agreement, leaning down to grab another armful of leaves while Ella held the bag open for you to stuff them in. 

“He is gonna be way worse when it’s his own kids you know,” Ella said offhand, but you felt your cheeks heat up and an ache of what could be started. Something that you hoped would be in your future, but you hadn’t dared to think about it too much. 

“Um- well- of course he will be.” You said, assessing suddenly what you said and how you said it, you certainly couldn’t say you wanted that too, it wasn’t like you two had even talked about it. Not at any length except that both of you wanted kids someday, a conversation that was had at the very beginning of your relationship in an attempt to get to know one another.  

Ella seemed to sense your sudden nervousness cause she hip-checked you while tying the bag, giving you a look. “If it happens, it happens, right? Never know. Right now being Sophia’s Uncle is all he has gotta be. And well you get to be her Auntie.” 

That made you pause a moment, the rustling of leaves starting back up as they circled around, this time Sophia practically climbing up her uncle till he put her on his shoulders, the two of them oblivious to you and Ella’s conversation. 

“You think of me as Sophia’s aunt?” You questioned and Ella rolled her eyes at you, much like Curtis had done to Sophia earlier. 

“Of course! You and Curtis are serious, you love her and take care of her. You’re her Auntie Y/N and I will kick anyone's ass who dares question it. Ask Grey, he will agree with me.” Ella said with confidence, whipping open another bag and shouting towards Curtis. “You are seriously gonna leave your girlfriend and your cousin to do your damn yard and not even help?” 

Curtis trotted over with Sophia in tow, scowling at his cousin who scowled right back at him just as fiercly. “You offered to come do this, wasn’t it something about wanting to hang out? I told you what the plan was today.” 

“Well yeah, I thought it was gonna be hanging out with Y/N while you did all the hard work.” Ella shook her head as if disgusted. “Also why are we even doing this? Don’t you know wildlife needs the leaf litter to winter in?” She looked at you to confirm and you gave a nod that she was in fact right. 

“Then don’t do it.” He gave a shrug, a boyish look on his features as Sophia still on his shoulders mimicked him with her own shrug. 

“Yeah, don’t do it Ma.” The girl said while holding onto Curtis’s head to keep her balance on his broad shoulder. The two of them had just about as many leaves clinging to them as was spread on the ground. 

Ella huffed, letting go of her pumpkin colored bag to fall into the pile of leaves at her feet. “Fine! Y/N and me are going for wine then.” Before you could even say anything, she hooked her arm in yours and pulled you away. “You two can pick everything up!” 

You stumbled after Ella, glancing over your shoulder to catch Curtis’s gaze, his wink making you giggle, knowing full well he just played you both to leave the rest to him. 

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what can i say? *twirling my hair*

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could u write the gang (seperate) x a reader thats like. deeply and unashamedly obsessed w them

not in in a weird way but like soda makes reader a cake and theyre like “wow ur so talented u should be a baker youd be the best baker in the world everyone look at this isnt my bf such a good baker?? isnt he so cool???? arent you so jealous of me???”

or they visit the DX on steves lunch break and theyre like whats all this? and steve starts explaining the car stuff to them and theyre like “omg ur so smart ur the smartest person ever the DX is so lucky to have you <333 soda come look at steves car isnt he so good at this??? babe u should like reinvent cars youd totally do it better than washington or whatever”

or just reader holding hands and sitting on laps and kissing faces at all times basically the gang x reader thats all over them

「 i just wanna get high with my lover! 」

IN WHICH—you’re totally in love with them!♡ ໋֢ 🎞️✧

📀ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 🕯️ notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ i’m Finally working on reqs. WHO CHEERED???? also new theme for fics. got bored of my old ones😜

Dallas Winston ;

“you’re so strong, dal. you look so good when you fight, did you know that? you’re like the only person who looks that good when fighting. you’re so cool.”

“…thanks, doll.”

was SO STARTLED LMFAO

like??? he’s never been showered in compliments like this before. but he DOES welcome it

cocky bastard. you boosted his ego. it’s too high now.

“i stole this for you.”

“DALLAS! you didn’t have too, oh my god! you’re so sweet—and talented! i can’t believe you stole this—for me! i have the best boyfriend ever! i am so lucky, ain’t i?”

“yeah, i know.”

SHOWS U OFF SO MUCH. he just likes the reaction you give him when he does, honestly. like dallas LOVES hearing you ramble about him when he’s beside you.

he’s all, “yup. i AM the best boyfriend ever, dickhead.”

“this my partner.”

“mhm! dally’s the sweetest ever! he’s so nice to me, don’t you think? ugh, i love him so much. he’s the best boyfriend in the world.”

the way you look at him with lovesick eyes makes him wanna hold you forever and never let go btw.

IF YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO THAT??? ohmy fod he’ll lose his fucking mind!!!

dallas winston looking up at you while you cradle him between your legs, his hands gently holding your waist while you gush over him, a small pink hue across his cheeks.

AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH

“you’re so handsome. you’re the prettiest boy ever. i love your hair, it’s so nice. with or without the grease.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

has the most DISGUSTING and GROSS lovey dovey smile across his face has you plant kissed across his face, mumbling sweet nothings as you do so.

feels like you’re an angel when you do this after a bad day btw. loves you sososososo much he’s so down bad

Johnny Cade ;

looks up at you with the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever seen as you sit on his lap, kissing his scars. johnny’s lips would be slightly parted as he seems mesmerized with every movement you make.

WHIPPED. HE IS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. the SECOND you started gushing over, he got a small grin on his face, a sense of pride washing over him.

he, like, never knew you seen him as this magnificent being. johnny’s confidence was never great but PHEWWW you’re always there to help him!!!

“you really like my scars?”

“totally. they make you look so cute, johnny. they make you, you and that’s all i could ever ask for. you’re so cute. i love you. any person would, i’m just so glad that it’s me.”

he’d get so shy after but johnny would be walking with his chin slightly higher. ‘cause deep down he’s all, “what if they don’t actually mean it☹️?” and then you show up outta nowhere and like engulf him with a hug and he’s like “nvm…i love ‘em actually☺️.”

whenever you brag about him to people, he has to look at his feet to keep himself from smiling too much.

“and if you ever need someone to listen to you, nobody does it like johnny! he’s the best listener ever, nobody can ever compare to him. johnny’s such an angel!”

“y/n…”

he’d mumble, an embarrassed groan leaving his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, kicking a rock.

contrary to popular belief of you being more in love, he is. he swears up and down that you’re too good to him, that you’re a real doll, that he doesn’t deserve someone like you.

johnny needs someone like this in his life NOW! and if it isn’t you it’s gonna be me.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

so fucking embarrassed i’m crying.

i believe he can’t take compliments for SHIT. so being around you, he just becomes a mess. like stuttering n’ shit.

“your voice is so pretty. you read so much better than everyone else, pony. you should do it as a job—you’d totally beat everyone. it’s not like it’d ever be a competition with you there, though. you’re so cool, pony.”

“i-uhm…thank you, y/n.”

GIGGLES SOO HARD LMFAOOOO

like at night when he’s with soda, he just rambles to his older brother about what you told him. soda thinks it’s cute in the moment, but later wants ponyboy to shut up because it’s been two hours of him gushing over what you said to him.

“and then they said that i-“

“OKAY, DAMN. i have work tomorrow and you have school. ponyboy, please.”

“…okay? they said that i was the prettiest boy they’ve ever seen.”

“holy fuck.”

like he’d be ranting about some drama with the gang or some movie he’d seen, sitting on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder.

you look over to him, thinking he’s never looked more perfect. ponyboy had washed the grease out of his hair, the fluffy hair falling over his ears.

unconsciously, you tuned him out as you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

“what was that for?”

“you tell stories so well, pony. you’d make a great writer, did you know that? i’m so lucky to have you.”

“i-huh?”

WAHHH COMPLIMENTING PONYBOY WHILE ATTACKING HID FACE WITH KISSES AS HE GIGGLES ☹️☹️☹️

he’s so cute thay’s literally my man….!!!!

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE’S SO IN LOVE!!!!!

sitting on the counter while he cooks and you just rant about how perfect he is makes him WEAK IN THE KNEES.

“you’re such a good baker, soda. nobody does it like you do. you’re like—the best baker in the world. ain’t he, two-bit?”

“stop it, y/n..🤭🤭”

“nah, ‘m good.”

you brag about him to the girls that go to the DX to flirt with him. i can see it now.

soda’s just in the background giggling SOO HARD AND TWEAKING WITH STEVE LMFAOO

“no, he’s so sweet to me! i swear, he’s like the best boyfriend ever, did you know that? i’d be jealous if i was you, honestly.”

“TEEHEE”

“soda, shut up!”

“i’m the best boyfriend ever, steve😛.”

HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU IT’S SO CUTEEE😭😭

“you look so cute today, y/n. i got so lucky, didn’t i? had to be blessed to even have you in my life.”

FUCK i need this man at my doorstep

like imagine sitting on his lap, him staring up at you while you push back his hair with a small smile on his face. the silence between the two of you being broken by exchanged compliments.

YOU TWO MAKE EVERYONE FUCKIJG SICK I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER IT MAKES ME VOMIT!!!

Darry Curtis ;

tries to act cool and nonchalant when you do it, but he turns his head away to cover the huge smile that’s growing on his face.

“you’re so strong, dare! you’re the strongest person ever—you could totally take down anyone. isn’t he just the best, soda?”

“alright, that’s enough, y/n.”

“but you’re just so good to me, dare. :(.”

“sweetheart, please.”

“alright..”

“he’s smiling, y/n.”

“and blushin’…i love your brother so much.”

“everyone knows.”

AKDNSKDHEKENKDS SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR, READING THE NEWS PAPER🤭🤭

like your arms are wrapped around his neck, his arms around your waist as he reads the newspaper over your shoulder while lazily responding to your rambles.

“you look so cute with your reading glasses. you’re the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”

“you’re a real treat, y/n.”

—

“i love your hair, darry. you look so much better with this hairstyle than anyone else. you should be a model.”

“i’d be a terrible model, dear.”

gang is so jealous of your relationship btw. they call it bullshit that darry pulled you.

they fake gag and groan when you do this but in reality they’re like, ‘damn…when is it my turn to be happy.😒’

darry’s self esteem’s alright. it’s not the best but it’s not the worst. but you’re always there to remind him he’s absolutely perfect :).

Steve Randle ;

HE’S SOOOO WHIPPED LMFAOOOO

like i swear to god the second you went on a rant about him he was so ready to marry you right then and there.

“you’re so good when it comes to cars. honestly—you could just make your own and it’d be 100x better than whoever made them before. you’re just the best mechanic ever.”

“really? you think so? ‘cause if i were ever to i’d totally change the way they-“

and now steve’s on a 12 minute rant on how he’d change cars to rub better while you just sit there, listening to him with a smile.

YOU HAVE HIM SOOOO INSANE LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD!?? he couldn’t ask for a better partner if he tried!!!

like, i imagine steve’s always had confidence issues—being friends with soda n all don’t really help.

BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND HE’S JUST VISIBLY HAPPIER😭😭.

“you’re so smart, steve. like—the smartest ever.”

“stawpp, oh my god. what else am i, though?”

“you’re cute, awfully nice, you got the prettiest eyes the world’s ever seen-“

please tell him all this while kissing him all over. he needs it so bad.

teehee lazily kissing steve randles face as the blush across his face grows from the never ending compliments that leave your lips😜

he’d totally tell you to shut up and when you don’t, he just kiss you.

AUGHHHH

Two-Bit Mathews ;

AUGH HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU !!!!

honestly—he didn’t like it at first. ‘cause deep down he was all, ‘wtf??? i’m supposed to be making them swoon n’ shit??? why am i the one giggling rn??😒😡’

but overtime he’d look forward to your silly little love drunk rambles. tell him he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend ever when he’s drunk and he might cry.

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT? BABY, STA-“

and he’s like actually sobbing while hugging you.

sitting on two-bit’s lap in the backseat of his car at the drive-in, ignoring the movie you guys came to watch because you’re both too focused on each other.

kissing every inch of his face, laughs leaving his lips as you mutter small comments about how cute his laugh is. unconsciously, his grip on your hips tightening.

FUCK i’m making myself feel lonely writing this.

every single good thing you say about him gets internalized. someone could say his hair’s dumb but then in his head he goes ‘NUH-UH! y/n said my hair is absolutely perfect😜’

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #two-bit x reader #two-bit mathews x reader #this fic had no reason to give me this much trouble to post #fuck tumblr and it’s stupid ass updates lmfao

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Ideas for upcoming fics for NaNoWriMo. Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Slightly older Ari (unknown job as of right now) with bookstore owner reader. She's got her store dialed in on the cozy with walls of books, a fireplace, and plenty of chairs. She's in her early-mid twenties.

He's afraid to make a move because she's 10 yrs younger than him, and he doesn't think she'll want to even give him a shot, but what he doesn't know is that she's had a crush on him since she first laid eyes on him, but because she is curvier than the other girls she's seen him with, she doesn't think she's his type.

Sweet chubby baker Bucky and his tattoo shop owning reader. His ex broke his heart when she dumped him because he had gained a few pounds. She's not the usual dam he would have gone for before, and now he doesn't think he's worth anyone's time. But after she becomes friends with Nat and Steve, she's always in his circle. But now she's gotta figure out how to make him not only see he is worthy of love, but that she won't leave him the way his ex did. Especially once her (mentally abusive) ex starts sniffing around trying to get her back.

My RH/poly bikers(might add one more CEvans character, not sure yet)

Curtis, Bucky "Sarge", and Jefferson have been a team serving under Rogers lead since they were kids. Each one is a ladies/men magnet in their own right. But the only love they have truly shade has been with each other. Until the reader walks in with Bucky's sister. Fresh off a messy break up she wasn't looking for love, she wasn't even looking for a good time. But a smoke break during the rain, and a leather jacket are going to change all of that.

More ideas to come!

Tag list: @imaginedreamwrite @jesevans

#bucky barnes x reader #alternate universe #bucky barnes au #ari levinson x reader #biker!au #jefferson x reader #curtis x reader

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I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

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❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

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❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

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