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Sweet Amber! I need your thots…

Does Honey like to show her appreciation for Curtis by dropping to her knees?

I just want that man to sucked until he’s within an inch of his life- like he’s not doing anything for the rest of the day- honey sucked him so good 😮‍💨

My love, of course, Honey will drop to her knees for that man! It is one of her favorite services to do for Curtis honestly. It is one of those things that our girl is confident in doing. That man deserves to be sucked within an inch of his life, leaving him gasping for breath and looking ruined because of how good it was. He isn't going anywhere for the rest of the day.

One Way To Say Goodbye

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18+ Only Blog! It's all Curtis receiving Oral and feelings.

You stretched in his bed with an appreciative moan, even at the early hour. The bed was empty, Curtis already having showered and you could hear him downstairs, meaning he hadn't yet left for work. Old houses like his, it was impossible not to make some kind of noise. But that wasn't what woke you.

No, it was that feeling. Completely fucking satisfied. Curtis had spent half the night worshipping you, even though you assured him that you two could just go to sleep, knowing that although you had a day off, he most certainly didn't. He wouldn't hear of it though.

"Honey, you expect me to ignore you?" He moved his way up from the end of the bed like a predator, stalking over you with very attentive blue eyes lifted towards you while he worked his shirt you were wearing up your body slowly. He took his time with his fingertips, grazing lightly against your skin, making sure not to avoid any stretch marks but when he found those, his head dipped to track the mark with his tongue.

You resisted the urge to push him away from your imperfections, but your breathing got heavier, your body responding with a keen awareness of what Curtis was doing. Your thighs opened slightly without need from him to ease them apart. "Deny myself the chance to be with you, fill this sweet little pussy?" When has anyone ever called you little?

How were you supposed to walk after he finished with you last night? Scooping you into his chest and murmuring soft praises while you still were trying to recover from him? You took a tentative stretch, pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed and grab at his shirt discarded on the floor. You shrugged into the stretched-out ancient tee and headed for the kitchen to at least give him a proper goodbye.

Your version of one.

You found him at the sink, filling his water bottles when he glanced over his shoulder at you. There was still a heated spark, his gaze flowing up and down you like he was checking you out while also checking you out. "I love it when you wear my clothes Pretty Girl. But why are you awake? You should be sleeping in." His brow furrowed at you while he flicked the water back off and set aside his bottle to face you.

"I should be asleep still, you wore me out last night." You bit your lip suggestively while a big grin changed his features from slightly concerned to proud of himself. "Couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye."

You approached him while he shrugged, a bit of red flaring up the side of his neck and mottling his ear tips at your praise. "A man has to be crazy to pass up being with you." You smiled as you reached him, your plan coming all together as you swiftly dropped to your knees, earning you a surprised grunt from Curtis while your face was level right with his crotch. "Honey, you don't-"

"I don't have to do anything, I know." You worked your hands up muscled thighs, even through the jean fabric you could feel him tensing. Your head tilted up to look at him while your fingers worked his belt open, the leather flopping to the side and you snapped his button open while dragging the zipper down. "But I want to... Before you gotta leave for the day, let me just..." You mimicked the way his tongue traced you, inching along the very prominent vein trailing down his belly to under his boxers.

"Fucking hell." He grunted out, clearly still caught by surprise but he grabbed at his jacket lazily stretched on the counter to hand down to you. "Under your knees with his Pretty Girl."

You obliged, although bruised knees weren't about to deter you. Your nose trailed up the bulge in his boxers while fingers curled into the band and worked them down for his cock to bounce in front of your face, smacking a bit in your face till your hands wrapped around him and worked your fingertips up and down his length.

Curtis hissed at the contact, his head tipping back with a bobbing adams apple. His fingers gripped his counter edge, for now, restraining himself from grabbing your hair, for now. You knew it wouldn't last, his fingers would tangle into your strands and take over, giving you that satisfaction knowing he couldn't resist anymore of your teasing.

"You know how you love-" Your tongue wetting your lips before tracing him, pussy achingly familiar with the feel of his throbbing vein on your tongue, the masculine scent of him when your nose brushed against the patch of hair and the distinct salty taste that you would admit you were addicted to. "-worshipping me? Making me cum so hard that I just need to be taken care of while recovering?"

You pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his pelvis, your hands still jerking him but never bringing him further than that yet. ""You make me feel loved and taken cared of." Another flushing kiss against his tip now, your lips spreading a bit around him before glancing up at him, his gaze now following you intently, jaw clenched to keep whatever he was going to say inside for now. "You make me feel seen."

You didn't want him to have a chance to respond, your mouth spreading around him and swallowing him down, with some struggle from his size, but with watering eyes and a slight gag, you took him and he gave a sharp loud yell, almost a roar of your name. His hands found their purchase against your scalp, holding onto you while you pulled back to claim air and spit on him, working on swallowing him again.

"Fuck Y/N! Fuck, just swallowing me without working me in." He stuttered while you bobbed on him, relishing in the tone of disbelief. You loved doing this, his taste filled your mouth, making you drool while trying to get all of him. Silken and hard as he bruised your throat, your moans humming around him while squeezing. "Just keep taking it, Pretty Girl." He demanded, shoving your head back on him, your face slapping against his balls. Your hands grabbed his hairy taunt thighs to steady yourself from the motion.

Your scalp burned as he pulled you away, his hand circling his cock as he jerked his hand up and down the length. "You're so fucking perfect for me, ruined at my feet, right?" You let a hand drop from his thigh, dipping between your thighs and trailing your folds. When you felt your slick coat them, you showed him. Glinting slick catching the bit of light in his kitchen, you managed to whisper out.

"It's where I want to be." Then you took him back into your mouth, your tongue fluttering around him and deep moans escaped you while you took him. Later you might be sore, and have a hard time talking, but right now all that was worth it to witness the shudder rolling through Curtis, his absolute need to finish, and you wanted it. You wanted to give that to him.

When he came, it was quick. A hoarse warning and then you were feeling him shoot his spend in you, making you swallow with difficulty but there was a satisfying groan above you and his touch gentle, cradling your face while you licked him clean, your eyes darting up to witness your work.

Chest heaving and a serene satisfying look had eased his sharp dark features for now. Long lashes swept under his closed eyes for a moment, till they snapped open, dark in a way that made you squeak his name, you weren't nearly ready to be hauled to a stand, your legs shaky underneath you while he held you up against him, his mouth claiming yours with demand. You gave in, a moan escaping while your tongue slipped against his and your hands curled into his work shirt to steady yourself. When you had to pull away for air, gasping deeply, you smiled in between your breaths. "That good huh?"

Curtis half barked a laugh. "Honey, you really are perfect for me." In another move you weren't expecting, he hauled you over his massive shoulder, leaving you swinging down his back, crying out his name. "Curtis! What are you doing?"

Heavy boots thumped out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs. "Taking you back to bed." He exclaimed as he started climbing up, carrying you like you weighed nothing although you knew better. Your hands clutched at his back, keeping yourself steady as you watched the downstairs start to disappear.

"What about work?" The hallway rug was almost dizzying, the way it was moving so swiftly.

"Honey, spending the day with you is far more important than fixing trains." Curtis was gentler as he deposited you on the bed, still messed up from their fun last night. He reached over his shoulder to grasp at his shirt and pull it off over his head.

"What about the guys?" You squirmed up the bed, giving him room to get in. He mimicked his movements from last night, stalking towards you across the mattress.

"They owe me for covering for them both." He informed you. "Now Pretty Girl, you gonna spread those thighs for me? Or am I going to have to do it for you?" His hands were warm and calloused against your thick thighs, squeezing enough to show how badly he wanted to get in between them.

You let them fall open, just for him.

A fucking masterpiece !!

Rouse

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,542 Summary: As far as wake up calls go, this wasn’t the worst. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Unprotected sex. Slight breeding kink if you squint. Soft!Ransom (but he’s hard when it counts 😘). 18+ ONLY.

A/N: Blame (or thank) @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this. I saw this post on her blog and my hoe brain just fucking ran with it. Enjoy, my pretties. Ilu ❤️❤️

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Turning white kitties into orange kitties

In the common room of Stark Tower:

Tony: *claps his hands and stands up from the sofa* Alright peeps! Travel plans for today

Cap: *exasperated* Tony... we are still in Lockd...

Tony: SHUSH! Travel plans for today. To the windoooow *slides over* to the waaaall *slides again* then I might go down the haaall... *catwalks away*

Loki: *stares*

You: I think Tony lost it...

Loki: I don't know...I honestly am thinking about something similar.

You: ...

Loki: *grins*

Cap: Oh no. Mischievous lookin...

Loki: Shhh shhh shhh! Travel plans for today *moves in front of you*

You: *looking into his eyes*

Loki: From the sofa to a shed *galantly bows to take your hand into his own* Now I take you to my bed.. *winks and magics the both of you away*

Banner: *stares with a can of whipped cream in hand still spraying his waffles *

Loki: *reappearing already shirtless* Let me take this.. *disappears again*

Banner: Dammit....

if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you

I’m sold, would read an entire book of this

Soiled

Pairing: Motocross!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Summary: Curtis can't stand you. At least, that's what he tells himself. Word Count: Over 820 Warnings: Very mild eventual enemies to lovers, quick judgement, light banter, Curtis doesn't want to admit he wants you. Motocross!Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Meet Rusty and Princess! My first time writing for Curtis. Excited to dive into their eventual romance. Thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for looking this over, @buckyownsmylife for the Rusty nickname, and @nocturne-pisces for previous discussions. Any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ❤️

Curtis Everett couldn’t stand you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

When he wasn’t racing or practicing, he worked at the salvage yard that your father owned. He didn’t mind the work and the pay was decent.

Between his job and the tracks, he was bound to be surrounded by dirt and grime.

While he enjoyed working for your dad, who showed time and again that he was a hard worker who respected his employees, you were a different story.

The first time he spotted you at the yard, you walked toward the office with a casual sort of haughtiness that made him sneer.

Your purse likely cost more than his entire paycheck, as did the rest of your outfit.

Glancing at your manicured nails as you stopped walking, he wondered if you ever worked a day in your life.

A princess amongst peasants. He knew the type all too well.

“Excuse me,” you said, sliding your sunglasses down to stare at him with a cool, assessing gaze when he didn’t say anything. “Excuse me.”

“What do you want?” Curtis asked, thankful that it wasn’t his customer service skills he was paid for.

“You’re kind of standing in front of the door and I’d like to go inside.”

“Please, tell me you’re not applying for a job here,” he said before he could stop himself, looking you up and down. “You’re a little overdressed.”

He did not sweep his gaze over you because he found you attractive.

You lifted your chin with a grin. “I have a job, thanks. I’m actually here to see my dad.”

Curtis glanced at the door over his shoulder before looking back at you. “Your dad?”

“Yeah, my dad,” you said, taking a cautious step forward, like you were afraid you’d scuff your shoe. “He owns this place.”

Looking you over again, he couldn’t imagine you as the boss's daughter.

Your blue collar father who tore it up on the track before he stopped racing years ago didn’t seem like the type to raise a spoiled brat.

To be fair, Curtis didn’t actually know if you were a brat. He knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

But he already placed you in the “first class” section of his mind.

Too good for someone like him.

“So, may I please go inside?” you asked, sliding your sunglasses back up. “You’re still standing in front of the door.”

“By all means, princess,” he said, taking a bow before he stepped to the side.

You scoffed as you brushed past him, the sweet scent of your perfume lingering in the air. “Aww, if I’m a princess, does that make you my brave knight?”

“Not a chance,” he muttered, torn between purposely bumping into you to get your clothes dirty or shoving you against the door and kissing you.

No, he was not going to think of how your lips would taste. He refused.

“That’s too bad,” you said over your shoulder. “So nice to meet you, Rusty.”

“My name is Curtis,” he said through his teeth, wondering why he bothered correcting you.

“Tell that to the name on your shirt and the dirt on your face. Bye, Rusty!” you said, shutting the door behind you.

"It's Curtis!" he shouted, snatching the hat off his head and almost throwing it in frustration.

He vented later that day to Daisy, one of his only female friends.

“Just because she dresses well doesn’t mean she’s stuck up. Maybe she just likes to look nice."

"No, she's a stuck up pretty princess," he argued.

"You just called her pretty."

"When are you gonna ask Steve out?" he asked, changing the subject because he refused to focus on the fact that you were pretty.

No, he already made his mind up about you.

It didn’t matter that you started stopping by the yard more to bring your dad and the crew food, which he grudgingly accepted after Edgar gave him a hard time.

"She's just sucking up," Curtis said, wiping his hands before he grabbed a sandwich.

"It's working," Edgar said with a mouthful of food.

It never once got under his skin that you still called him “Rusty” with a smirk whenever he called you "Princess".

"You know my name, Princess. Watch where you're stepping."

"Careful, Rusty," you teased. "I'll start to think you care if I get dirty."

And it didn't mean a thing when you stepped into the office late one night to help sort your dad's paperwork when he had to leave early.

Which was the first time he saw you look less than perfect when he caught you wiping a stray tear away as you headed back to your car.

He thought of calling after you to see if you were okay, but he didn't. He was probably seeing things.

Besides, it wasn't any of his business. You weren't his girl.

A princess like you never would be.

What do we think, lovelies? And, yes, Daisy is another reader who is totally crushing on Steve Rogers. Curtis approves. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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