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“I survived childbirth, the death of my entire family, and five hundred years of running from an immortal hybrid. You can understand why I’m a little upset that I’m on the verge of being defeated by a sinus infection!”
Soooo, my creativity is coming back. Which I am really excited about. 😊 I have some stories that I want to continue, I am not putting a schedule because, well, I am not great at following them, but I have the under in mind.
Today, I am posting a Wet Tee-shirt contest with Curtis, and there will be one soon for Jake, which is already started.
I am putting a poll just to see if something interests you more than the other. I think I have the idea of which order I want to write, but I might change that if something really wins. All stories or parts are started.
King Curtis is based on this post HERE @thezombieprostitute
What do you want to read next?
King Curtis Everett (one shot)
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Summary: You see a poster for a wet tee-shirt contest. You propose to your husband to participate.
Pairing: husband Curtis Everett x Wife Female Reader
Word Count: 855
Warnings: none except maybe women lusting over men
A/N: I don't really know why I had inspiration for Curtis but hey, it's my first story with him. I know it's a bit short but I still hope you will like it.
I imagine hi saying a Yeah, No. On this gif.
You had been on holiday for a few days now. You appreciated the change of air despite knowing that you will long soon enough to go back home to your bees and sheeps. When you met your husband, you were not sure that you could live as recluse as you do, but with time, you appreciated it. There were no problems in your couple. Curtis was looking out for his sheep, making cheese, milk, and sometimes even kneeting. You, you had your bees. You were checking the honey that they were giving you and were doing soap, candles, and other diverses little things. You were selling everything to the market twice a week when you were going into town. Sometimes, Curtis was coming with you, but he was a lone wolf and was never really good at conversations. You tried to help him, but he was too stubborn. Often, he even wondered why you were with him in the first place. You were too happy to be with him. Not that he was not happy, but you needed more socialisation than he did. The truth was, with time, you did not need that much, being happy to have him for yourself. You just needed a vacation after all the time without one. I na way, you thought that you were on holiday all year but you wanted to see the beach which your husband agreed after a long debate as he wanted to be sure that your sheeps and dogs will be taken of properly.
You looked at the poster in front of you.
"Hey Baby."
You reach out your hand to your husband. Curtis looked at you with all the love possible.
"I was thinking there is a wet tee-shirt contest. That could be fun if you were doing it, no?"
He looked at you like if you were talking gibbrish.
"A wet tee-shirt? What?"
"People compete against each other to know who looks the best in a wet tee-shirt."
"And you think I would like that?"
You turned toward him, caressing his chest while still looking at him.
"I think it could be fun. I mean, did you look at you? You could totally win."
"I think you are partial in this statement."
You smiled. He was not entirely wrong. Your husband was the most beautiful man that you ever saw in your life, but you were not blind. Women were looking at him, and it was not because of his closed face. They were ogling him. Especially on the beach when he had only his swimsuit on.
"That's because you don't see women looking at you. They do more than looking, they imagine things. They hope for more."
"Well, I have eyes only for one lady."
He brings you closer to him and kisses you. It was a soft kiss, letting his softer side take over. You were not sure if it was the new climate doing that, not that he was not soft with you at home but he was more often on his bestial side before showering you with gentle caresses and soft care.
"I love you, but there is no way I am doing that. We can watch if you want."
While you hoped that he would agree to this, you were not a fool. You knew that there was more probability for you to go to the moon than him accepting it. Maybe you just hoped to have women envying you because he would have gone back to you directly after winning.
"And we bring the winner home?"
His eyes descended on your lips while he grips your hips a bit tighter.
He kissed you, this time a bit more harshly. You could see the fire starting to grow in his eyes. He would never share you with someone else. You knew that, but it was exciting to see him want you more.
"Never."
"I guess I need a reminder to whom I belong."
"Maybe I should remind you that you are mine and mine alone, Mrs Everett."
"I think so. This weather seems to make you be forgetful and a bit too wild."
"Only for you, my love."
You tugged his shirt with one hand, the other caressing his skin under it.
"I don't know if I will be able to behave in front of that many people."
He could feel people gathering around you. Everything was too loud for his ears. He prefered the silence of his mountains, but by only looking at you, it was easier to forget about it. He lifted you on his shoulder before he smacked your ass, which made you yelped.
"I going to remind me who you belong to and why you will never leave me for whoever will win this contest."
Such comments would make some women scared, but you, it excited you. He was your man and your husband. There was no way that you would want someone else than him, but you liked seeing him all possessive with you. Your underwear, on the other hand were not ready for what was about to happen to them.
Summary: Prince Fowler proposes but isn't happy with your answer.
A/N: Reader is plus sized and over 30 years old. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Ageism, Body/fat shaming, Sexism (Patriarchal Society). Please let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 1.1k
Part of the Royal Vows AU.
Previous -- Next
As Nick heads back to his own kingdom, you and your family are at the airport to see him off. Well, all your family except Evie and Mother. The cover story remains that your youngest sister has fallen ill and Mother is looking after her. Her supporters eye you with disdain as rumors circulate she's sick with a broken heart because you stole her Prince Charming.
Though you're still shy about having so many cameras on you after years without, you cannot deny Nick his goodbye kiss. Not only because it would be bad press, but also because you do enjoy his kisses. They make you feel wanted as much they make you hot and bothered.
However, it is still a photo shoot so you make sure to kiss him in a way that shows your wedding ring. Apparently it's been the ring of the Queen of Hoviriand for several generations. While he is not yet king, with Nick's father being so frail, it is understood that his coronation will be held in conjunction with the wedding. Thus, you will be made a wife and a queen on the same day. Quite the upgrade from a lonely spinster princess.
Nick wishes he didn't have to leave you, but a Crown Prince, a soon-to-be King, cannot be away from his kingdom for long. He trusts Bucky to put out any fires, but his brother was never really good at running things long-term. Especially with both of their little brothers being so distracted, one with grief, the other with a relatively new marriage.
Before he gets onto his plane, he kneels in front of Pookie and gives the directive to protect you that all guard dogs trained in Hoviriand are taught. Though Nick doesn't understand the cute name for such a fierce looking dog, he has to admit Pookie is already taking to it, and to you.
"The next time we meet, you will be greeted by an adoring crowd," Nick promises.
"We shall have to see," you smile shyly. "Until then, my future husband, please stay safe."
"For you, of course," he smiles before kissing the back of your hand.
Back at the palace you can hear Evie's screams of anger almost as soon as you enter.
Next to you, Lexie lets out a sigh. "Is it bad I'd hoped she'd ruin her voice by now?"
"No, no it isn't," you reassure. "Perhaps we should stay out of the sleeping wing for a while. Well, at least I should."
"I'll stay with you," Lexie promises. "I can't imagine she'll be any happier at seeing me."
"It's not as if I chose him! I even went out of my way to try to put you both in his path."
"I know. But I don't think she'll ever see it that way. It's certainly not your fault that Prince Nick seemed to choose you straight away."
"He is a very confusing man," you shake your head.
"At the very least, he's open and honest about his wants. He'll never leave you guessing."
There's a melancholy tone in your sister's voice that has you worried. You've suspected she's had a crush on someone but has been to hesitant to say anything. Perhaps the man, or woman, is giving her mixed signals.
Your phone goes off and you take a look. You've been trying to balance the sudden whirlwind of PR events with your regular activities, but it's been difficult.
Evie isn't the only one upset that you're marrying Nick. Unlike with her, though, the people you regularly work with are mainly scared about the funding for their projects. If you leave without the proper paperwork being filed first, a lot of people could be out of work. Many projects for the people of Zotia will be left in limbo.
Honestly, you're grateful for this time between engagement and marriage where you can work everything out. Between Mother, Lexie and your main servant, you know your things will be packed and taken care of. Including the toys you'd told Nick about. That just leaves you and Pookie to handle the changing of the guard that will keep things running.
Your shoulders drop as you realize how busy your month is going to be. Will you even have time for fittings for the wedding dress? Well, you'll have to find the time. Mother will be insistent and it really should be a priority. You're representing your entire kingdom, after all. You need to make sure to give a good impression to the people of your new home.
"YOU!" Evie's angry scream gets your attention. "You've ruined my life! I could've been a queen! But now what chance do I have?! There are only so many kingdoms you know!"
As she storms at you, Pookie steps in front of you and growls.
"Oh don't you dare!" she shouts the dog, but he doesn't stand down. "Ugh. Then again, if Prince Fowler thinks a mangy mutt like this is an acceptable gift, it makes sense that he'd want you instead of me."
"I suppose," you shrug. "Now leave us alone. I've got a lot of work to do."
"You should be apologizing! You stole my chance at happiness!"
"It's not her fault, or yours, that Prince Fowler didn't choose you," Lexi intervenes.
"You're conspiring against me, too? I suppose the boring sister would side with the ugly one."
"Evelyn, that's enough!" you snap, startling her. "You are a princess of a noble blood line. It's time you acted like it. Making fun of me is one thing, but you will leave Lexie and Pookie out of your attacks. Understood?"
Evie huffs and goes to turn away but you're not having it.
"Evelyn!" you shout, using the most authoritative tone you've ever used.
"I understand," she sneers before stomping off.
"When you're helping Mother with the wedding plans, please make sure she stays here?" you plead with Lexie.
"I was already planning on doing so," she sighs. "Thanks for standing up for me," she adds with a big hug.
"It's the least I can do considering I'm going to be leaving you with her."
"Eh, maybe I'll just ask Maggie if I can move in with her and her husband. Considering her pregnancy, she could probably use the help."
"Smart."
Leaning down you give Pookie some scritches.
"And you were so brave! You are such a good boy, keeping me safe!" you coo as his tail wags.
Standing back up, you look between your phone, your sister and your puppy.
I think your summary is wrong like I think you change it every new chapter. 🤔
Anyway, can we put Evie under a cold shower? A freezing one will even be better. I Reay think that her mom needs to do something because I am feeling like she is going to destroy her sisters wedding and I don't want that at all. I hope she will have a great wedding.
I love that Pookie is the best dog and defends his mistress. (Not sure if it's the word in English)🥰😍
And I don't know if it's something that was in other part, but why do I feel like Lexie likes a bodyguard?🤔 But I would love the idea of a lesbian or bisexual sister. Lexis really deserves the best and I feel like the person that she loves is out of reach but that the reader is definitely going to help.
And I really want her to be acclaimed by a lot of people when she arrives in Nicks kingdom. She deserves to see that he is not lying. 🥰
Voting Medical until it wins but I really love all of them so whatever is wining I am happy but I am still saying that Studmuffin needs to go date his girl. 😁
Summary: You and your friends need to blow off some steam and you make a new friend who's more than he appears.
Warnings: Lying (Ari uses a fake name), Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female and shorter than Ari. No other physical descriptors used.
Previous--Next
Part of the Royal Vows AU.
It shouldn't surprise you how quickly you ended up in Guy Thomas' bed. Normally you'd be concerned about sleeping with a stranger, but between the rich food, the good drink, and the need to blow off some steam, you're letting yourself get everything you need from this handsome, bear of a man. If he wants to treat you like a princess for a weekend, who are you to deny him?
Especially when sitting on his face has you seeing stars.
Because the two of you agreed to just keep it to tonight, you were a lot more bold. He'd tried to be dominant but you weren't having it. You need someone to listen to you. You need to be obeyed, to have things go your way. Thankfully Guy seems happy to be of service. Especially when you called him chatty and told him put his mouth to good use by stripping down and laying on the bed.
For his part, Ari is fully enjoying himself. He's so used to women who expect him to do everything. And while that could be fun, having someone order him around? Having someone tell him exactly what they want, not making him guess? He's feeling as good as you taste. His hands hold you steady as you ride his face and moans and groans as he devours you.
"Fuck you're good at this," you mutter under your breath after you've cum for the second time.
You move to get off of him, but his arms keep you held down.
"Hey, hey, hey!" you bark.
He loosens his grip and you're able to slide off of him and onto the bed.
"Sorry," he smirks. "You taste really good."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," you chuckle. "But you said you'd be good and do as I asked."
"That's true, I'm sorry."
"No you're not," you giggle.
"No, I'm definitely not," he laughs.
"Well then I guess you'll have to make it up to me."
"And how will I do that?" he raises an eyebrow.
"I'm tempted to tie you to the bed, but I don't think anything could actually hold you!"
"That does sound like fun, though," he purrs. "I've never been tied up before."
"I'm not surprised. You don't take orders well so clearly you've never been put in your place."
"You're not wrong."
"I think I'm going to have to wear you out to get you to behave."
A shiver runs down your spine as Guy's eyes darken and his smirk turns devilish.
"You think you can keep up with me?"
"It's all about making you do extra work," you smirk, pretending to not be nervous. "You're gonna fuck me up against the wall. Making you hold me while you wear yourself out for my pleasure."
Ari licks his lips. He's ready to pounce. He's eager to see how long you can actually last with him. There are few partners he's ever had that actually could, but he believes in you.
"Unless, of course, I'm too heavy for you. Then we can figure something else out," you offer, suddenly a little shy.
"Oh, I'm game to try," he growls.
"Seriously, though, don't hurt yourself. I don't want to be on the hook for breaking the back of some rich asshole," you roll your eyes making Guy laugh.
"No, no, no, don't back down," Ari encourages. "I'm excited to show off what I can do."
"Oh really?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Really."
"Fine. BUT, before you stick that bad boy into me, you're gonna need a condom."
"I've got some in my luggage," he exclaims, practically throwing himself off the bed, making you laugh.
Ari startles awake as you try to sneak out of his arms. He grips you tighter and nuzzles your neck with his beard, tickling you.
"Trying to leave already?"
"Trying to see if my legs still work," you titter.
"If they don't, I'll say we're even for that workout you gave my jaw."
"Couldn't have been too much. You're still talking," you tease, making him chuckle.
"I know we said just one night but, I don't have anywhere else to be today..." he prompts, hands caressing your body.
"Hmm...I dunno," you tease. "Seriously, though, you get us some food while I go check in with my friends, and you've got yourself a deal Sir Thomas."
"You're a very good negotiator," he says, kissing along your neck and shoulder before grabbing the phone for room service.
As much fun is it is having you in bed, and elsewhere around the suite bedroom and bathroom, Ari found himself enjoying the conversations in between rounds. You are incredibly smart and passionate about your work. You have a fire in you that he admires. He's so used to politicians, diplomats, royals who speak in polite terms to cover up their intentions. You're genuine and he feels like he could never get enough of that.
He feels bad lying to you about his identity. That he can't let himself match your honesty. But he'll make sure you receive the royal treatment the entire weekend as his form of apology.
Sunday afternoon you and your friends say your goodbyes to Guy Thomas' group. It really was an extravagant weekend for everyone and, thanks to them, none of your friends used up even half of their budget for the trip. Izzie is looking as satisfied as you and even Anya and Candace are looking more relaxed and less tired than you've ever seen. Apparently while you were hooking up with Guy and Izzie with Rachel, Wolf and Max took the other two girls for spa treatments and massages.
And while it's time to get back to the drudgery of work, at least you'll have a lot of fond memories from the weekend and nowhere near as many regrets about spending money as you'd feared.
As he watches you and your friends get into a cab, Ari feels a pang of loneliness that he attempts to shut down quickly. Part of him knows he'll never meet someone like you again. But, that's probably for the best. You wouldn't like the life of a diplomat, of a royal. Especially one who lied to you about his identity, even if you saw through half of it.
What do you mean it's supposed to be only one night? Nop, nop, nop. I can't accept that. Not when that was so hot and so sexy. Ari needs to go see her and tell her that he wants to marry her and have her babies and that he will be the best dad because I adore their dynamic. 😍
It was totally worth the wait. It was sooooooo good. 😍😍😍 I am so glad that she enjoyed her time with him even if she was a bit afraid that he would not be able to carry her for long. Girl, he would keep up hours just to prove you wrong which I am aure he did. 🤣
Warnings: Implied violence. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Holy shnikes, I've been writing Tech Tuesday for an entire year without skipping a week! Sure, I've had to fudge a few things, but I've been consistent! I'm kinda proud of myself for that!
Tech Tuesdays Masterlist
Ari Levinson (CEO)
"So it's a deal?" Ari smirks across the table at Tony Stark.
"It was a deal three days ago," Tony huffs.
"No, that was still negotiation," Ari counters. "Your 'deal' wouldn't have been enough compensation for the prioritization."
"You're lucky your company provides the best of the best when it comes to user friendly design," Tony grumbles, taking a sip of bourbon. "If people were smarter, I wouldn't need so much help translating my genius."
"Nor would you need to pay so much for us to prioritize your work over that of others," Ari purrs.
"I'm certain the money will be put to good use getting you a second house or something."
"Not a chance," Ari scoffs. Tony's eyebrows raise in surprise so he explains, "you know why my company is the best at what it does? It's because I make sure my employees are happy. Happy employees are loyal employees. Dedicated employees. With the money we're getting from this deal? We're either hiring some new people to ease workloads or giving everyone a nice bonus. Maybe a combination."
"Huh," Tony replies, stunned at the other man's response. "My dad coulda learned a thing or two from you."
Ari laughs at that before raising his glass. "To learning from mistakes."
"I can't raise my glass to that," Tony shakes his head. "I never actually learn."
Natasha Romanov (Head of HR) & Nick Fowler (Private Investigator)
Nick feels the air knocked out of his lungs as he hits the mat. While the life of a PI wasn't as exciting as the movies often make it out to be, regular sparring sessions were good for keeping his skills sharp.
Or they would be if his sparring partner wasn't also former CIA and in much better shape.
"C'mon Fowler. You've gone soft on me," Nat smirks.
"Yeah," he wheezes.
"Must be that new girlfriend of yours. She's keeping you so well fed you're becoming docile."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he blushes.
She shrugs before helping him up.
"So what's the job?" Nick grunts.
"What makes you think this isn't just a workout?"
"You're being extra nice," he replies. "If it was 'just a workout' you wouldn't have helped me up."
"Maybe I feel bad for you." Nick raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "Okay, okay. I've gotten a couple of weird phone calls asking after one of our employees, Johnny Storm, and I'm worried he's in really big trouble."
"Can you define 'weird'?"
"I recognized one of the phone numbers from my CIA days."
"That is weird," he concedes. "Give me the number and I'll look into it after my date tonight."
"No, you'll look into it tomorrow," Nat smirks. "I'm not keeping your girl from getting some action."
Nick blushes as he heads to the locker-room to clean up.
Sam Wilson (CFO)
As Sam waits for his date to come back from the ladies' room, his meal is interrupted by a woman he wishes he didn't recognize.
"Linda Drysdale," he snorts.
"Well I should hope you know me," she snaps back. "I've been sending you a very high number of offers to buy your company."
"You've sent so many we're having legal look into harassment charges," he shoots back. "The company ain't for sale. You need to get that through your thick skull."
"Oh come on," Linda rolls her eyes. "Everyone has a price. I just haven't found the right one for you and Levinson."
"And you never will."
"Your company isn't making a lot of profit. I've seen the receipts."
Sam smirks and raises an eyebrow. If she's fishing for information on the rumors of the Stark deal, she'll have to look elsewhere. And the fact that she conflates "profit" with "revenue" is very revealing.
"Alright fine," she sighs, shoulders dropping. "In truth...The truth is..." she sniffles, but Sam doesn't react. "I just miss my son so much," she cries. "I've tried to get guest passes into the building, but they've all been declined. I don't know where he lives because he takes the bus! And I just..." Linda sobs into a napkin she took from Sam's table.
"Really Linda? You're trying to use crocodile tears on me?" he gibes.
Linda's shoulders stop shaking and she angrily throws the napkin back on the table.
"Well excuse me for being a concerned mother!"
"If you were actually concerned about your son, you'd accept that he's alive and leave him be until he's ready to talk," Sam argues. "As it is, if I see you again, I will be filing charges and you will be banned from the premises."
Linda glares at him, but Sam doesn't back down.
"Now, if you don't leave and let me get back to my meal, I will have the maître d' escort you outta here."
As Linda storms out, Sam's date returns to the table and he stands to greet her and pull her chair out for her.
We love a great CEO like Ari which I had no doubt was the best. 🤭 I love how protective he is of his employees and when to keep them happy. He is the best and I volunteer to thank him. 😁
And Sam is the best. I love how he protects his employee to especially Ransom. I would definitely request an interdictions for her to come near the premises and let Ransom knows that his mom his looking for him. Maybe a guard dog on top of Biscoff could be a great addition to the family. Like a malinois 🤭
And Nick definitely needs to be nice to his girlfriend. I love that Natasha doesn't want to be responsible of the girlfriend not getting laid🤣
Voting Medical until it wins but I really love all of them so whatever is wining I am happy but I am still saying that Studmuffin needs to go date his girl. 😁
Summary: You see a poster for a wet tee-shirt contest. You propose to your husband to participate.
Pairing: husband Curtis Everett x Wife Female Reader
Word Count: 855
Warnings: none except maybe women lusting over men
A/N: I don't really know why I had inspiration for Curtis but hey, it's my first story with him. I know it's a bit short but I still hope you will like it.
I imagine hi saying a Yeah, No. On this gif.
You had been on holiday for a few days now. You appreciated the change of air despite knowing that you will long soon enough to go back home to your bees and sheeps. When you met your husband, you were not sure that you could live as recluse as you do, but with time, you appreciated it. There were no problems in your couple. Curtis was looking out for his sheep, making cheese, milk, and sometimes even kneeting. You, you had your bees. You were checking the honey that they were giving you and were doing soap, candles, and other diverses little things. You were selling everything to the market twice a week when you were going into town. Sometimes, Curtis was coming with you, but he was a lone wolf and was never really good at conversations. You tried to help him, but he was too stubborn. Often, he even wondered why you were with him in the first place. You were too happy to be with him. Not that he was not happy, but you needed more socialisation than he did. The truth was, with time, you did not need that much, being happy to have him for yourself. You just needed a vacation after all the time without one. I na way, you thought that you were on holiday all year but you wanted to see the beach which your husband agreed after a long debate as he wanted to be sure that your sheeps and dogs will be taken of properly.
You looked at the poster in front of you.
"Hey Baby."
You reach out your hand to your husband. Curtis looked at you with all the love possible.
"I was thinking there is a wet tee-shirt contest. That could be fun if you were doing it, no?"
He looked at you like if you were talking gibbrish.
"A wet tee-shirt? What?"
"People compete against each other to know who looks the best in a wet tee-shirt."
"And you think I would like that?"
You turned toward him, caressing his chest while still looking at him.
"I think it could be fun. I mean, did you look at you? You could totally win."
"I think you are partial in this statement."
You smiled. He was not entirely wrong. Your husband was the most beautiful man that you ever saw in your life, but you were not blind. Women were looking at him, and it was not because of his closed face. They were ogling him. Especially on the beach when he had only his swimsuit on.
"That's because you don't see women looking at you. They do more than looking, they imagine things. They hope for more."
"Well, I have eyes only for one lady."
He brings you closer to him and kisses you. It was a soft kiss, letting his softer side take over. You were not sure if it was the new climate doing that, not that he was not soft with you at home but he was more often on his bestial side before showering you with gentle caresses and soft care.
"I love you, but there is no way I am doing that. We can watch if you want."
While you hoped that he would agree to this, you were not a fool. You knew that there was more probability for you to go to the moon than him accepting it. Maybe you just hoped to have women envying you because he would have gone back to you directly after winning.
"And we bring the winner home?"
His eyes descended on your lips while he grips your hips a bit tighter.
He kissed you, this time a bit more harshly. You could see the fire starting to grow in his eyes. He would never share you with someone else. You knew that, but it was exciting to see him want you more.
"Never."
"I guess I need a reminder to whom I belong."
"Maybe I should remind you that you are mine and mine alone, Mrs Everett."
"I think so. This weather seems to make you be forgetful and a bit too wild."
"Only for you, my love."
You tugged his shirt with one hand, the other caressing his skin under it.
"I don't know if I will be able to behave in front of that many people."
He could feel people gathering around you. Everything was too loud for his ears. He prefered the silence of his mountains, but by only looking at you, it was easier to forget about it. He lifted you on his shoulder before he smacked your ass, which made you yelped.
"I going to remind me who you belong to and why you will never leave me for whoever will win this contest."
Such comments would make some women scared, but you, it excited you. He was your man and your husband. There was no way that you would want someone else than him, but you liked seeing him all possessive with you. Your underwear, on the other hand were not ready for what was about to happen to them.
Oh I absolutely adore how you wrote Curtis! He really would be a good husband, even if he's grumpy about having to socialize more often than he'd like. 🤭
And his kisses going from soft to possessive when you suggested bringing home the winner of the contest. You are his and he will happily remind you of that. 😆
Summary: You see a poster for a wet tee-shirt contest. You propose to your husband to participate.
Pairing: husband Curtis Everett x Wife Female Reader
Word Count: 855
Warnings: none except maybe women lusting over men
A/N: I don't really know why I had inspiration for Curtis but hey, it's my first story with him. I know it's a bit short but I still hope you will like it.
I imagine hi saying a Yeah, No. On this gif.
You had been on holiday for a few days now. You appreciated the change of air despite knowing that you will long soon enough to go back home to your bees and sheeps. When you met your husband, you were not sure that you could live as recluse as you do, but with time, you appreciated it. There were no problems in your couple. Curtis was looking out for his sheep, making cheese, milk, and sometimes even kneeting. You, you had your bees. You were checking the honey that they were giving you and were doing soap, candles, and other diverses little things. You were selling everything to the market twice a week when you were going into town. Sometimes, Curtis was coming with you, but he was a lone wolf and was never really good at conversations. You tried to help him, but he was too stubborn. Often, he even wondered why you were with him in the first place. You were too happy to be with him. Not that he was not happy, but you needed more socialisation than he did. The truth was, with time, you did not need that much, being happy to have him for yourself. You just needed a vacation after all the time without one. I na way, you thought that you were on holiday all year but you wanted to see the beach which your husband agreed after a long debate as he wanted to be sure that your sheeps and dogs will be taken of properly.
You looked at the poster in front of you.
"Hey Baby."
You reach out your hand to your husband. Curtis looked at you with all the love possible.
"I was thinking there is a wet tee-shirt contest. That could be fun if you were doing it, no?"
He looked at you like if you were talking gibbrish.
"A wet tee-shirt? What?"
"People compete against each other to know who looks the best in a wet tee-shirt."
"And you think I would like that?"
You turned toward him, caressing his chest while still looking at him.
"I think it could be fun. I mean, did you look at you? You could totally win."
"I think you are partial in this statement."
You smiled. He was not entirely wrong. Your husband was the most beautiful man that you ever saw in your life, but you were not blind. Women were looking at him, and it was not because of his closed face. They were ogling him. Especially on the beach when he had only his swimsuit on.
"That's because you don't see women looking at you. They do more than looking, they imagine things. They hope for more."
"Well, I have eyes only for one lady."
He brings you closer to him and kisses you. It was a soft kiss, letting his softer side take over. You were not sure if it was the new climate doing that, not that he was not soft with you at home but he was more often on his bestial side before showering you with gentle caresses and soft care.
"I love you, but there is no way I am doing that. We can watch if you want."
While you hoped that he would agree to this, you were not a fool. You knew that there was more probability for you to go to the moon than him accepting it. Maybe you just hoped to have women envying you because he would have gone back to you directly after winning.
"And we bring the winner home?"
His eyes descended on your lips while he grips your hips a bit tighter.
He kissed you, this time a bit more harshly. You could see the fire starting to grow in his eyes. He would never share you with someone else. You knew that, but it was exciting to see him want you more.
"Never."
"I guess I need a reminder to whom I belong."
"Maybe I should remind you that you are mine and mine alone, Mrs Everett."
"I think so. This weather seems to make you be forgetful and a bit too wild."
"Only for you, my love."
You tugged his shirt with one hand, the other caressing his skin under it.
"I don't know if I will be able to behave in front of that many people."
He could feel people gathering around you. Everything was too loud for his ears. He prefered the silence of his mountains, but by only looking at you, it was easier to forget about it. He lifted you on his shoulder before he smacked your ass, which made you yelped.
"I going to remind me who you belong to and why you will never leave me for whoever will win this contest."
Such comments would make some women scared, but you, it excited you. He was your man and your husband. There was no way that you would want someone else than him, but you liked seeing him all possessive with you. Your underwear, on the other hand were not ready for what was about to happen to them.
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