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Where You Belong (3)
Curtis Everett x Reader
Synopsis: (Based on Snowpiercer) You are a Forward section passenger who finds herself condemned to the Tail section after offending Wilford. (If you have not seen the film Wikipedia has an excellent synopsis of the plot and characters).
Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story contains violence, explicit smut and adult themes. Please do not take the warnings lightly. You have been warned.
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His footsteps grew fainter and fainter. Bracing your hands on the floor you pushed yourself up, resting your back against the wall. There was an unpleasant wetness coating the inside of your thighs.
“What the hell just happened” you thought to yourself.
A little voice in the back of your head chimed in “Oh oh I know I know pick me pick me! You let a strange man fuck you just like some drunk townie girl at a frat party. And you liked it L-I-K-E-D it.”
“I did not. Didn’t you see me trying to stop him? He may as well have been made out of marble. There was no stopping him. He would’ve taken me anyway.”
“Taken? Taken?” the little voice howled. “What are you, some Victorian prude? Oh my goodness gracious, I was taken on the floor by the big burly rapscallion. Give it a rest. You were fucked, well and truly fucked. And you loved it. You loved the way his cock…”
“ENOUGH! I’m not listening to you any more. I didn’t enjoy it and I’m certainly not going to think about him.”
You closed your eyes, willing yourself to wake up from this nightmare.
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Where You Belong (4)
Curtis Everett x Reader
Synopsis: (Based on Snowpiercer) You are a Forward section passenger who finds herself condemned to the Tail section after offending Wilford. (If you have not seen the film Wikipedia has an excellent synopsis of the plot and characters).
Warning: This is a non / dubious consent work. This story contains violence, explicit smut and adult themes. Please do not take the warnings lightly. You have been warned.
THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT!!!! (The last one was more plot).
Curtis stood up and tossed the velvet pouch at you. It hit your chest, falling to your lap like a weight.
“Aren’t you going to put it on?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Why” Anger and something else laced his voiced. “I’m sure you had no trouble flashing the fucking thing around before. So go ahead, put it on.”
“No.”
He snatched the pouch from your lap. Removing the ring, he grabbed your left hand.
“I said put the fucking thing on.”
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