#the bad news is that. my schedule. next week. my back please get well soon please

[popponn]

im suffering through a backpain rn so all i will offer for a while are rebblogs with madman babblings. and here, for anyone who are interested (whoever u r, ily.)

#i dont usually complain here but please excuse me for this one because good lord #also before i start babble please think of the preview as a bribe. or peace offering 🫰 #but anyway so #i know there are times where my back hurts but man this time it hurts so much i have difficulties standing and sitting #like an actual grandma. i joke a lot about being grandma but really backache this severe in your 20s is not normal right????? #the funny part is that i try some yoga moves and light stretching pose and we are okay #on the good side this means i have a reason to binge read muehehhehee #the bad news is that. my schedule. next week. my back please get well soon please #okay thats all #if you are reading up to this point ily muach muach kis kiss visit hope ur fave fic got an update #hope ur fave stays alive hope ur fave authoe updates hope ur work/school is going very very fine #muach muach #okay back to reading. im very unwell in the head rn im sorry #maybe will delete later #babblings #also there is rin and kaiser and neuvi wip too but....

[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

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[leclerc-s]

paint the town red - part four

FERRARI (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

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peter parker i'm going to miss you guys

sebastian vettel it's a week break peter. we'll be fine.

peter parker A WEEK IS TOO LONG! I SPENT THE LAST MONTH WITH YOU PEOPLE!

ollie bearman i'm happy to go home. away from peter. sometimes i worry for him.

bianca stark-potts you wouldn’t be the first ollie.

harley keener i bet oscar is happy to get away from peter

peter parker fuck off

tony stark language

bianca stark-potts pipe down steve rogers

charles leclerc i do not understand

harley keener the avengers were on a mission one time and steve accidentally said language when someone cursed.

peter parker I MISS YOU GUYS!

carlos sainz you just left???

tony stark we should spend the next break at seb’s farm

sebastian vettel ABSOLUTELY NOT! i don’t want you heathens on my farm!

charles leclerc aww come on. call it team bonding or something.

carlos sainz i’m sure you know all about that harley keener yeah you would know all about team bonding wouldn’t you?

tony stark what the hell does that mean?

harley keener nothing old man.

carlos sainz don’t worry about it.

peter parker YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO NEW YORK SOON!!

charles leclerc i'd like to see my family, thank you for the invite though.

bianca stark-potts harley i swear to god you open your fat mouth and carlos will be down a race engineer.

harley keener well maybe someone and someone else shouldn’t have gotten drunk after bahrain and slept with each other.

charles leclerc it was a one time thing!

carlos sainz then what the hell was saudi?

harley keener IT HAPPENED TWICE??

bianca stark-potts three times actually

charles leclerc although that one doesn’t count because nothing happened. we did sleep on the same bed.

harley keener I’M TELLING NAT!

bianca stark-potts AND I’LL TELL EVERYONE YOU STARTED THAT RUMOR ABOUT CLINT LIVING IN THE VENTS!

charles leclerc it won’t happen again, i promise.

carlos sainz okay mr. 'i won't date her friend carlos. i promise.'

harley keener HOMIE HOPPER!!

charles leclerc fuck you keener.

harley keener of course you would want to, you already slept with my friend now you want to sleep with me. charles leclerc OH COME ON! harley keener it's okay, i know it was an inchident charles leclerc honestly just date arthur, you two are perfect for each other. fucking pricks

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¡leclerc-s speaks! peter parker is a swiftie, you cannot convince me otherwise. let's get ready for whatever shitshow las vegas is going to be (i say this as an american. at least i live on the west coast so the schedule isn't as bad for me as it is for others. same time zone as vegas baby!!!)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 3

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Marshall and Y/N decide to celebrate a sobriety milestone but bad news get in the way.

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A few weeks went by and you slowly started to adapt to what you could call your new normal. You were getting used to living with your friends and started working on your doctoral dissertation again, while going to meetings and making it to therapy. Every so often, you’d be invited to hang out in the studio with Talia and the boys and spend a couple of hours with them. However, most of your time was devoted to uni work so you didn’t hang out with them too much. In fact, today would be the first day you’d see them in a couple of weeks. If you were honest, you were particularly excited to see Marshall. The two of you had crossed path a number of times since you went on that drive and you always had a good time when you were with him. At that point, it was safe to say you had developed a harmless crush on him. Nothing major, but you did particularly enjoy looking at him and you were always happy to hug him hello and goodbye. You knew he would never be interested in you, so you simply decided to enjoy the sensation of feeling good in his presence.

The night after the two of you went on a drive, Talia had been grilling you with questions, but there was not much to say. The two of you had not talked about it but you were pretty sure she knew about your crush. She knew you too well anyway. Whatever, it was harmless, although she did make sure to always have you sit next to Marshall whenever she had the chance.

That day, you were happy for three reasons : first, it was Friday, which meant you would enjoy the weekend and some much needed rest from uni. Secondly, you were celebrating two months being sober. It hadn’t been without its trials, but you had made it so far and were extremely proud. Finally, you got to see Marshall. You were all smiles when you pushed the door to the studio and greeted everyone.

- Y/N, we have been waiting for you like you have no idea ! Jamal said.

- Oh really ? You asked in disbelief. Is that because you produce your best work whenever I’m around ? You asked with a smirk.

- Kind of, he answered jokingly. But it’s mostly because Marshall has been in a bad mood all day, which usually doesn’t happen when you’re around. So whatever it is, please work your magic and make our life bearable again, I beg of you, he added as he fell to his knees for good measure, in a very dramatic and theatrical way.

- Speaking of the devil, where is he ?

No one had time to answer your question, as Marshall came in the room, looking unnerved and slamming the door behind him. You looked at Talia, whose look confirmed that he was indeed in a bad mood. Everyone was silent.

- Now can we please give it a couple more tries and get that right ? Marshall asked exasperated.

- We’ve been working on that song for hours and nothing good came out, someone pointed out. How about we circle back to that later ?

- No, Marshall said coldly. We can get that thing to sound right and we will.

- Stubborn much ? Jamal asked jokingly before Marshall shot him a death glare.

You didn’t know if Marshall had seen you there or not but you weren’t sure as to whether or not greeting him was a good idea. You just sat next to Talia and stared at your phone as you were trying to finish reading a paper. You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings before you heard Marshall slamming his head against the mixing desk.

- Fuck. He said. We’re already behind on schedule. This album is going to be my last, I swear. If it ever even gets done.

- You already said that for the last one, Paul pointed out jokingly.

- Yeah well you know what ? I’m soon to turn fifty-two. I’m too old for that shit anyways, Marshall replied.

- Come on, dude. We have our good luck charm here today, Jamal said pointing at you.

You smiled shyly at Marshall, who seemed to ease a little.

- Hey there, he said before getting up to properly greet you. Sorry I didn’t say hi before. That was rude.

- It’s ok, you said as you hugged him. So… last album before you become an accountant ? You know, you could ask my dad for pointers, you said jokingly.

Marshall laughed and kissed your cheek.

- Ok, maybe I was being a bit dramatic and maybe it won’t be the last one, he said with a laugh.

Jamal looked at the two of you in disbelief, yet smiling.

- So he’s been an ass all day, and now that Y/N has been here for ten minutes, he’s laughing ?

Everyone laughed and Marshall raised his middle finger.

- Now that you’re in a better mood, can we PLEASE take a cigarette break ? Someone asked.

- Fine, Marshall said rolling his eyes, as most people left the room and he went back to his seat, scribbling in this notebook.

After a moment of silence, you decided to talk.

- I have News, you said.

- Good or bad ? He asked without looking up.

- Well, you tell me, you said with a smile, proudly showing your newly-earned sobriety chip.

He greeted you with a smile and pulled you in for a hug.

- I’m proud of you, he said before kissing you on the forehead, making you blush. We should celebrate.

- Really ? How so ?

- Dinner ? He offered.

- That sounds good, you said. How about you come tomorrow night ? I’ll cook !

- I’m intrigued, he said. So you’re beautiful, smart AND you can cook ?

- I would also showcase my dancing abilities, but you’d be too jealous, you joked, trying to distract yourself from the fact that he called you beautiful.

The two of you shared a laugh but were interrupted by people coming back from their break. They resumed the work and, thankfully for everyone, Marshall ended up being pleased by one of the versions they recorded.

The next day, you decided to go shopping for your celebration dinner. You decided to cook some French recipe. « Whatever you want, unless it’s frogs or snails » Talia had told you. A while ago, you may or may not have tried to get your friends to taste snails, which ended up in a complete disaster. You were excited to cook and were in a good mood when you arrived to the store. You quickly grabbed the items you needed but the joy left your body when you reached the register and saw Simon - your Simon - kissing a beautiful woman as they were grabbing a few items. He seemed happy as ever. You could not help but stare at them and wonder for how long they’d been together. Something about their demeanour made it feel like they’d been a couple for ages. As you lowered your gaze, in hope they wouldn’t notice you, Simon called your name.

- Y/N ?

- Simon. Hi, you said.

- You look… well, he pointed out.

- I am, thank you, you replied. How are you ?

- Good. Kind of busy.

- I figured, you couldn’t help but say, quickly staring at the beautiful lady he was with.

- I meant with work.

- Oh. Right. Well I’d love to chat but I have to go. Have a good one.

You paid and quickly left the store. For some reason, you felt humiliated, even though Simon had every right to date whoever he liked. After all, you hadn’t been together for nearly three months. Plus, Simon was the very définition of perfection : handsome, polite, successful. Looking back, it was kind of obvious he wouldn’t have trouble finding someone else. And it wasn’t exactly like he made a promise to wait for you either.

Even though you tried your best not to cry on the way home, you sniffled as you walked through the door.

- Baby, are you alright ? Talia asked.

- I saw Simon, today. Kissing someone.

As soon as the words left your lips, tears started to stream down your cheeks.

- Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry ! She said before giving you a much needed hug.

- I know it’s silly but some part of me thought that… I’d get better and we’d get back together and… and…

- I know. I thought you guys were endgame too, she said sheepishly.

She held you for a while as you sobbed.

- Let’s focus on the positive, honey ! Let’s celebrate those two months of you getting better. I’ll help you cook, she offered.

- Do you mind if we reschedule ? You asked. I don’t feel like celebrating. Or cooking. Or eating, for that matter.

- Are you sure, baby ? Marshall should be here soon. I promise we’ll have a good night, just the four of us, she tried.

- Yeah… can you call him and tell him I’m sorry ? I think I should go to my room and rest for a bit.

You apologised once again and left the items on the kitchen counter before going to your room. You changed into some sweatpants and a tank top and laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It dawned on you that Simon and you were truly over. Even though you tried thinking of something else, you couldn’t help but seeing him with that girl. She was truly beautiful. Probably more deserving of him, too. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing from your eyes. It felt like a fountain. Deep down, you knew it was your fault. You were the one who screwed up. He was the perfect match for you, you screwed up and now, you’d probably end up alone.

You heard a knock on the door.

- I’m fine, Talia, you said while wiping away your tears.

- It’s not Talia, you heard Marshall’s voice say. Can I come in ?

Marshall ? What was he doing here ? You quickly got up and opened the door.

- Hey, you said. I’m sorry, I told Talia to cancel for tonight. I’m feeling a bit under the weather…

- She told me about your ex, he said. But she thought we should do something to get your mind off things. Come here.

He pulled you in for a hug. He grabbed your face in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

- I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face so swollen after crying, he said with a smile.

- I know, I’m an ugly cryer, you replied.

- Everyone’s ugly when they cry, he pointed out.

- No, that’s not true. Some people manage to stay hot even when they cry.

- Well I’ve never seen that, he said as he shook his head.

- I’m sure Ms. Perfection over there is still beautiful when she cries, you mumbled.

- Who ? Marshall asked, looking confused.

- The girl Simon was kissing. You should have seen her, Marshall. So beautiful. Tall. And blonde. And skinny. And perfect for him in every way. The opposite of me.

You rolled your eyes at the thought of her.

- As beautiful as she may be, I’m sure she can’t compete with you, Marshall said.

- You haven’t seen her, you pointed out.

- I don’t need to, he shrugged.

He was just being nice and you knew it full well. Still, the compliments made you feel a bit better.

- Why don’t you join Talia and Jamal ? Let me just put on something other than sweats and I’ll start cooking.

- I thought you wanted to cancel dinner ? He asked, looking confused.

- Yeah, but Talia still made you come all this way, so I might as well feed you.

- That’s awfully nice of you, he said with a grin.

- Nice of you to come, you said with a shy smile.

- Anything for you, Y/N, he replied with a serious tone. You can call me and I’ll be there.

- Good thing I don’t have your number, you said with a smile. You’d never live in peace otherwise.

- Let’s correct that, shall we ?

He grabbed your phone and entered his number in it.

- Now you can call me, he said. Anytime.

- Thanks, Marshall.

You gave him a shy smile and immediately rang him so he’d have your number too.

- I can help you cooking if you want, he offered. But I should warn you : I’m not too good at it.

- You’re a grown man and you can’t cook ? You asked in disbelief.

- Well I guess I can prepare food. I even worked as a short-order cook, a long time ago. I wouldn’t call that cooking though. Neither would my kids, he said with a grin.

- I’ll teach you a thing or two, then. Let me just get dressed.

- Why ? He asked. We’re staying in. You don’t have to make an effort for me.

You shrugged and headed to the kitchen with him. Truth was, you didn’t want Marshall to think of you as sloppy. Even though he did not really seem to care.

When you entered the kitchen, you found Jamal and Talia hugging and kissing like teenagers.

- You guys are too cute. I can’t handle that right now, you said.

- Yeah, please don’t rub your happiness in our single faces, Marshall pleaded.

- Sorry guys, I’m too in love with this gorgeous lady, Jamal said.

Both you and Marshall pretended to puke. The four of you laughed and started cooking together while listening to music. You tried teaching them how to prepare some traditional French chicken dish. It was a simple one but you hadn’t exactly been given the most attentive students. Marshall was desperately trying to cut the vegetables correctly (nearly destroying them in the process), while Talia and Jamal kept on making out like teenagers. You ended up preparing the dish by yourself. It wasn’t perfect but the group deemed it to be good enough.

- Don’t worry Y/N. If you keep cooking like that, we’ll find you a husband soon enough, Jamal complimented.

- JAMAL ! Talia shouted.

- Sorry. Wrong timing, he apologised. You know what I mean.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Jamal was really sweet and you knew he meant well.

- it’s good to hear you laugh, Talia said as she grabbed your hand.

- Thanks for being here, guys, you replied. My day sucked but you make it better.

- Anytime, Marshall said.

The four of you kept the conversation going but were soon disturbed by the door buzzing. Talia went to answer.

- Hey Talia. Is Y/N here ? I’d like to speak to her, you heard an all too familiar voice say.

- Simon ? You asked as your heart started racing. What are you doing here ?

#eminem #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #eminem fanfiction #slim shady #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers headcanons

[wasjustred]

See Me After Class - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: Your new boss pays you a visit.

Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x femprof!Reader

Warnings: Smut, under-negotiated dynamic, Mommy kink at the very end if you squint, cunnilingus (reader giving), fingering, orgasm denial, dom!Larissa and sub!Reader

Word Count: ~3.4k

Author’s Note: My first reader insert as well as my first attempt at smut! I hope y’all enjoy - feedback is always welcome (and greatly appreciated, especially as this is an un-beta-ed work)! ♡ ╱ AO3

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

You allow the air to settle before prodding your students, perched comfortably against the front edge of your desk. “Someone explain for us what Lord Henry meant by this.” The usual array of hands shoot up, eager and willing as they are, swaying discreetly in anticipation of being called upon. It’s everything you had hoped for before starting this job; you spent weeks prepping lesson plans and brushing up on Outcast literature before your official interview had even been scheduled, losing sleep and your appetite equally over the thought that you might not secure the position, and almost more so that if you did, the students wouldn’t take to you. But this sight… it is as reaffirming as any. With a modest hope of hearing from someone new, your eyes roam the rows and columns of seated students. But it’s an unexpected figure who draws your attention to the far back: 

“Principal Weems.. Please, indulge us.” You gesture widely with an open palm. Your nonchalance frankly betrays the anxiety her presence brings. Another observation so soon after the first? And so early in the term? You have to wonder if one of your students has complained, or perhaps another professor. Were you doing a bad job? Were your lessons subpar? 

It’s clear, though, that despite her authority Weems is embarrassed to have been caught, even more so to have been called out on it so unceremoniously. Perhaps you’re not as powerless here as you thought.

“Well,” The blonde pulls back her shoulders and levels her gaze on you. “It has been a minute, but if I’m not mistaken, I do believe Lord Henry was referring to Dorian’s seemingly virtuous nature in comparison to his own glaring hedonism. By all accounts, we desire and are captivated by the things we refuse ourselves.” She continues, arching a brow, “I believe Lord Henry also said that ‘the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself’. It is both a warning and a call to pleasure.”

Any surprise you might have felt at Larissa’s adeptness, any residual apprehension at her presence, is easily overpowered by the sudden and shameless wave of heat that comes to rest between your thighs. She must notice as she grins wickedly at your attempt to play it off, crossing one ankle over the other and lowering the open book in front of your lap.

“Very good. I’m glad to see your Nevermore education paid off.” Sparse chuckles crop up from your students as the final bell announces the official end of the school day. They waste no time in rushing past each other towards the door, and you’re glumly aware that your calls to read the next two chapters for class tomorrow fall on deaf ears.

“I didn’t realize Mr. Wilde was still part of the curriculum.” Larissa follows the steps down past your students’ desks and comes to rest in front of you, hands clasped behind her.

“And yet you’ve proven yourself to be a remarkably apt student. Impressive.” Your eyes twinkle. The degree at which you have to tilt your head back is not an unpleasant one, stretching muscles that had already been whining after the hour-long class session. You break eye contact briefly to reach behind you and toss the worn copy of today’s topic on your desk, and in that short timespan Larissa evidently decides to test your professional resolve. 

“Remarkable students are rewarded for their diligence, are they not?” You swivel back to her, brows raised. … intriguing. Hot, even, you have to admit. 

“Was it diligence, or pure luck?” Larissa scrunches her nose at this response, clearly - amusingly - displeased.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been reading at the pace of your lesson plans.”

“So you did know Mr. Wilde was ‘still part of the curriculum’?”

“... I don’t appreciate your tone, Ms. L/N.” Larissa looms over you, forcing  you back against the edge of your desk. Your hands instinctively shoot out behind you, white-knuckling the oak in an attempt to keep yourself steady (both mentally and physically). Your brain rapidly ricochets between processing how little space remains between the two of you and the fact that the school’s headmistress, your boss, Larissa, has taken to following your lessons plans of her own volition.

“All due respect, you do pay me to read between the lines, Principal Weems,” you respond. She seems delighted with this, a puff of warm air landing against your lips as she chuckles. Your fingers twitch against your desk. If you stretched them out, there’s a chance you’d reach her, brushing against the clothed expanse of her thigh.

“You have a very interesting understanding of what you’ve been hired to do here.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm.” Larissa closes the leftover distance, reaching long fingers up to grasp the tip of your chin. It feels like whatever air you can get here, eye-level with her chest, is trapped in your lungs. “.. look at me, darling.”

It takes everything within you not to moan once you meet her gaze and realize she looks absolutely ravenous: pupils blown, tongue running slowly along the length of her bottom lip as she watches you. Chest rising and falling in time with her rapid heartbeat.

“Oh.”

Your lips meet in a hot, desperate clash of tongue and teeth, no indication as to who’s moved first. You grasp wildly at her forearms, shoulders, neck - any stretch of skin you can dig your fingertips into, pushing yourself up as tall as you can to reach further into her. A phone rings somewhere off to your left and you grunt, shoving the contents of your desk off to the side in a clatter. Larissa laughs.

“Eager, are we?” Before you can form a coherent response she’s making a grab for your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the top of the desk and parting your legs as she comes to stand between them. A shiver rolls through you toe-to-spine as her fingernails drag tantalizingly - painstakingly - up your sides, rounding out at the tops of your shoulders and coming down so harsh along your back you’re positive she’s marked you through your blouse. You whimper despite a valiant effort not to, eliciting a devilish smirk from the blonde.

“Larissa, th-the door. Please.” She’s nothing if not sensible, immediately abandoning the space between your legs to switch the lock with a satisfying ‘thunk’. The less pronounced sound of a shade being drawn reaches you, as well, before the steady refrain of her high heels against linoleum. You keep your eyes trained on the climbing rows of seats before you, the anticipation of her sudden touch, unforeseen, curling deep within your stomach.

Her footfalls grow slower as she comes to stand behind you. Just over the sound of your own heavily beating heart can you hear her breathing, pitchy and shallow, in the expanse above your head. Neither of you budge. A tingle on your right tells you she’s on the move, hovering at your shoulder. The suspense tightens in your core as you imagine her phantom touch in the very places you ache for her–––and you tighten your grip on the desk’s edge in order to suppress the urge to spin around and jump her.

A passing group of muffled voices - students - evidently inspires Larissa to act first, however, as she clamps a hand over your mouth and pulls you flush against her, back-to-front. Her breath is hot on your neck. 

“Shh, sh… Not .. a .. peep, Ms. L/N…” You nod against the force of her grip on your face, biting back the impulsive desire to take her fingers into your mouth. It’s only when her other hand sneaks around the softness of your waist, sinks down, down, and under the hem of your skirt that you realize exactly what she has planned for you. It’s bold, especially for someone like Larissa, whose dedication to this school and its students comes before all else–––which prompts you to wonder what kind of day she’s had and if she’ll be taking it out on you, one frustration at a time.

The thought makes you squirm. A pool of wet heat’s collecting between your legs at her touch and she finds it with a swiftness, applying a searching pressure along the entire length of your sex, humming against the shell of your ear when her fingertips meet the strip of dampness there.

“Such a slut,” she rumbles. Your teeth come down hard onto the inside of your cheek, eyelids fluttering on their own accord the moment Larissa nips at your earlobe. Christ, she’s already ruined you. She sweeps the satin of your panties aside and immediately presses a finger against your core without warning, and your entire body jerks at the feeling, hopelessly attempting to choose between pressing itself further back into her warmth or to thrust itself in the chase of her fingers. You’re left somewhere in the middle, head braced against her shoulder while your hips slide against the top of the desk towards her touch.

A flash of blonde and bright red swoops into your peripheral at the same time that her hand shifts to cup you: “I’m going to remove this hand now,” her nails dig sharp into your cheek, “but if you make so much as a whimper…” The threat tapers off but her meaning is clear: there’s a punishment lurking there that you won’t enjoy. You nod again, shakily this time as your chest heaves.

“That’s my darling girl.” At your assent her hand migrates from your mouth to the swell of a breast, kneading harshly in tandem with the rolling movements of her other hand, the heel of her palm pressed against your clit, fingertips resting just at your entrance. Any dignity you may have had is quickly fleeting; Larissa’s intoxicating, overwhelming, robbing you of all sense with just her fingers. You reach a hand behind you to grip the back of her neck, urgent as you search for some semblance of relief. The word ‘please’ balances precariously along your tongue.

It almost slips out when she sinks her teeth into your shoulder, hard, and simultaneously buries two fingers into your cunt. Every ounce of breath left in your lungs rushes from you at once as she sets a punishing pace. The distant thought that you’re both somehow still fully clothed echoes against the back of your skull, but it’s overrun by the sensation of her fingers tightly curled inside you, nearly rocking you with their force. Simultaneously, she presses absent, open-mouthed kisses to the skin almost broken by her teeth, drifting to the space where shoulder meets neck, below your ear, the edge of your jaw.

“You’re mine.” Larissa’s voice is coarse with desire. It’s a new declaration, tongue flicking out with her words as the taller woman twists a nipple between her fingers. She’s claiming you for herself, hardly a month into the term, and you’d be entirely out of your mind to complain. Suddenly the number of times your eyes have met during staff meetings, the lingering touches when she passed by or handed a paper off to you, her willingness to compliment your work at every turn has taken on new meaning.

Her thumb seeks out that little bundle of nerves, hitting each new wave of pleasure that the pumping of her fingers brings with excruciating accuracy. You’re so close, throbbing, and when her hips buck and collide with your back your breath hitches, indistinguishable from a squeak, … and it’s then that you realize you’ve ruined it.

Her fingers stall inside of you abruptly, the others that are clamped around your nipple finding a sudden homeostasis of pressure.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m s-sorry, I––” You’re on your back, no longer supported by her weight, her fingers roughly pulled from you.

“I gave you very clear instructions,” she all but growls, staring down at you now.

You swallow. Loudly. Your legs are shaking at the loss of her touch, teetering still on the edge of an explosive climax.

“If you’re not going to listen,” Larissa grits out, hiking her dress up over her thighs, “then you’re not going to cum. Now earn it.” Without another word she yanks you back by the shoulders and moves to straddle your face, hands planted at either side of your waist. It takes only a second to right yourself–––and then you’re wrapping your arms firm around her thighs, flattening your tongue along the slickness of her cunt.

No underwear.

She had every intention of being serviced when she came to your classroom unannounced, greeted your students, faked literary smalltalk. You’re a toy to her, a pet she knows with absolute certainty will kneel when called. Fuck. You could bring yourself over that edge with her taste alone. A natural tradeoff.

Larissa jolts above you and you lap at her with a renewed fervency, sliding the tip of your tongue between her folds, plunging into her as deep as you can from this position. The heat of her soaks your face: she’s sharp and metallic, a lingering note of something deliciously tangy. You’re going to taste her in your dreams for weeks after this. You’re vaguely aware of her hand on your chest as you alternate swirling your tongue along her, rolling in waves, and sucking her swollen clit into your mouth hungrily.

“Tch, right there, darling,” she murmurs, pitching her hips as she rides you. “That’s it.” Her voice trembles at the pace of her increasingly frantic rocking, breaths coming in heavier than before. Your smugness at unraveling her so quickly, so efficiently, is surpassed by the raw desire that rushes to your core when she weaves a hand through your hair and uses it to balance herself against your face, to more thoroughly fuck herself into reckless abandon.

One of your hands adjusts to squeeze a handful of ass, the other still fastened tightly around her thigh. The supple skin there twitches and you know she’s close, doubling-down on your devotion to her clit. You have a feeling you know what it’ll take, and with a gentle scrape of your teeth you’re rewarded, savoring the juices that flow from her as she clamps down on your face, quaking. She sounds heavenly as she cums: Larissa whines into the collar of her dress, breathing in short, sharp bursts that come in a heady mix of gasps and whimpers. There’s no disguising what’s happening to anyone on the outside; you entertain the bemused thought that in punishing you, Principal Weems has violated her own rules at least once over.

It takes her a moment to dismount but you pass the time in contentment, nipping at her inner thigh, tonguing the arousal there, gathering the residual cum in your mouth. Just like ambrosia, fucking nectar. When she does finally lift herself away from your mouth, she has to grip the desk with both hands.

You take it as a sign of a job well done.

Your eyes follow her, upside down still from your position, as she pulls her skirt back down over her ass and shimmies into place, smoothing her blouse down with it. When she meets your gaze, there’s a deepening blush spread across her cheeks.

“Well. You’ve certainly proven yourself capable of following directions. There’s no excuse as to why you can’t continue to adhere to any rules I provide, hm?” If it were that easy you wouldn’t have found yourself on your back in the first place, but there’s no doubt she’s fully - perhaps gleefully - aware of the fact. In an effort to abide by those rules you only nod in response, wary of what a verbalization will bring you–––but this rule is evidently a time-sensitive one, indicated by her bemused smirk.

“You may use your words now, pet.”

“I’ll follow directions.”

“I’ll follow directions what?” Larissa approaches again, a softer air about her now despite the firmness in her voice, and eases you up with her hands beneath your shoulders. She turns you to face her, guiding your legs up and over the top of the desk. When she looks at you expectantly, you respond with an honest hesitation.

“I–– I’m not sure what you like to be called.” You’re not sure what you’re expecting her response to be either, but what you’re met with is a dazzlingly grand smile.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” You suck in a sharp breath; that went straight to your cunt. You can feel the warmth unfurl across your face at the praise and purse your lips in a rare lapse of shyness. “Mistress or Mommy – whichever your preference.”

The instinct to whimper is an ardent one. You’re exceedingly aware of the backwards order of things, only now discussing titles and retroactively negotiating, no prior agreement on limits or safewords, but it’s too little too late to pretend you’re bothered by it. No one’s ever accused you of listening to your brain over your libido, and Larissa’s looking far too smitten with you to start changing that now.

“I’ll follow directions, Mommy.” Her hands come up to cradle both of your cheeks, thumbs working gently over the blush that still remains. You’re promptly reminded of how she felt straddling those very same cheeks and feel all the blood rush to your face once more.

“Thank you, darling.” Your hips wriggle in anticipation when Larissa leans in to brush her lips against yours––but she’s instead reaching around you to grab a tissue from your desk. “Here,” she says, rubbing at your chin with a delicateness only she could muster. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You watch as she works in silence, tilting your head to and fro with her prodding hands, studying the faint wrinkles beneath her eyes and along her forehead. The right corner of her lips draws downward as she focuses, tongue peeking out in concentration. Her brows raise, just minutely. There’s something of a twinkle in her eye when she wipes away your ruined lipstick.

She’s beautiful.

“What?”

“–––Hm?” You freeze at the same time her hand does, though Larissa proceeds within the matter of a second like she never stopped, a renewed smirk lined in crimson.

“Beautiful, is that so?” You imagine your face matches the color of her lipstick, and not due to a frenzied makeout session. She doesn’t seem perturbed by the admission, however … may in fact even enjoy your little slip-up, so you might as well own up.

“.. Yes. Is that alright?” She snorts but covers it just as quickly with the back of her hand.

“Of course,” which translates to: Do you really have to ask?

Larissa pulls away and tosses the tissue into a wastebasket beneath your desk, still smiling rather haughtily. Her hands clasp in front of her as the image of the consummate headmistress falls back into place. At this point you think she’s figured out that disregarding your own orgasm isn’t much of a punishment when you so thoroughly enjoyed ravishing her; no doubt she’ll have something far less agreeable lined up for the next time you disobey.

“I enjoyed this.. ‘private lesson’ on the nuances of literary hedonism. Perhaps we could schedule another? If you’d be amenable?” It’s largely symbolic––this will happen again. And again. And possibly again. But Larissa’s offering something valuable to you: The power to decide how, when, and where this will play, if at all. The gesture doesn’t escape you.

You slip off of the desk and take slow, measured steps towards her, coming to a rest with less than a foot between you. A hint of anxiety slips through her otherwise flawless mask and you reach up nearly on tiptoe to smooth it away. “I’d like that. Maybe a coffee date is in order first,” which translates to: God yes please, but we are going to have to discuss things before we make a habit of this. Larissa releases a relieved breath and nods, covering your hand with her own.

“The Weathervane? Thursday, during your lunch period?”

“Sounds perfect.”

She leaves soon after you schedule your next rendezvous, but not before settling you into a breathless haze with a series of intense, bruising kisses, her hands snugly fitted into your back pockets.

One orgasm that wasn’t even yours and you’re already whipped. God help you.

#apologies for any mistakes! i tried my best :') #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine #larissa weems x f!reader #larissa weems smut #larissa weems reader insert #larissa weems x you

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Chapter Three

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 3,384

Summary: Azha is starting to feel some things after the race in Austin

Warnings: pick me’s, lando has no rizz, disqualification, Austin Grand Prix

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Asha’s POV

Tonight is the gala for Formula Drift. I was invited as a potential signee for next season. I remember receiving the call from Ryan Sage, the co-founder and President after the crew and I had got back to our hotel after the video with Quadrant. “Hey Azha I had gotten your number from your Manager. I’m Ryan Sage and I’m the President of Formula Drift. I’ve been watching you for a couple of years now, I’m very impressed with your skills. We are having an event soon and I was wondering if you would like to come? Meet some of the drivers, get a feel of everything. If you like what you see we can schedule a meeting sometime soon since your season is over soon.”

That was three weeks ago, now here I am in my hotel room here in London. My personal team rushes around the room. My stylist helps me into my dress, my hair team fixes my goddess braids, and my makeup crew gets their things ready. My manager Kiara sits in the chair next to mine at the makeup station. “Do you think you’re going to sign?” She asked. I looked up from my phone, “I’m not sure. I quite like where I am but this would be a huge push for my career.” I answered. She nodded, “Do you think they’ll make you choose?” “Between what?” I ask as I’m zipped into my dress. “The underground and them.” She clarified. I shook my head while looking at my nails, “Even if they try I’m going to have my lawyer draw up my contract stating they won’t be allowed to without me quitting. I’ve been in the underground practically all my life. I would quit this lifestyle for it.” I spoke.

Arriving at the gala thankfully there’s no red carpet. I hate being yelled at by paparazzi to pose this or that. I’m not an exhibit. Walking in with Kiara the place is packed. “Now all you have to do is run your elbows with some people, turn up the charm, and then we can leave okay? I know how bad these events make your anxiety.” She whispered as we were handed flutes of champagne by the wait staff. I nodded and looked around the ballroom. It’s going to be a long night.

God, I was bored. Having so many of the same repetitive conversations with people. “Oh you’re new, what do you do?” Blah blah blah. “Kiara, we’ve been here almost two hours. I’m starving for an actual meal. Let’s dip out of here please.” I whisper to her. She looks around and notices the room is still packed. “Okay well since you’ve already spoken with Ryan and some of the sponsors I’d say we can sneak out. Come on.” She said then grabbing my hand to lead the way. Finally. These fancy events were never my thing. Yes, the dresses were always pretty but I’d rather crash than stand here and talk to people who have never raced a day in their lives. Making it out the door she gives the valet the ticket with our car number on it and we wait. “Where do you want to eat?” She questioned while typing away on her phone. “Somewhere that has burgers please,” I say as we step into our rented 2023 Chevrolet Corvette. “Alrighty then.” She said pulling off. Finally getting our fill of London burgers we head back to the hotel. My phone dings and I see it’s a message from Lando.

After changing and redoing my makeup I grab my phone and the car keys then set off to pick him up. I pull up and see him standing outside. I get out as he walks up to the car. I toss him the keys, “You’re driving.” I say and climb into the passenger seat. “I thought the offer was you were the one taking me racing?” He questioned starting the car. “I could tell you wanted to take her for a spin once I pulled up,” I stated. He smiled, “You’re not wrong.” And we pulled off. Just cruising around enjoying the sights at night with some music playing I turn to look at the man driving. He was wearing his hat backwards, a sweatshirt, and jeans. A nice watch on his left wrist plus a chain around his neck. “You know it’s not nice to stare.” He spoke. I chuckle, “Just seeing if Ria was right about you having no style.” I say. He turns to look at me with a raised brow. “Oh, so you two talk about me?” He questioned. “Not a lot. I asked who the diva and fashionista s’all. She said you’re starting to get fashion but not a lot.” I reply. He nodded and continued driving.

“You know, you’ve never said what you do,” I say after a while as we pull up to a red light. “I never saw that it was relevant.” He said. “Aw come on we’re friends right?” I questioned. “Yeah of course.” He replied. “You know what I do for a living. Both sides. I barely know what you do.” I say. “You don’t look through my Instagram?” He asked as we drove onto the highway. I shook my head, “No not really. I just post on mine when I’m supposed to. Other than that I’m not really on Instagram. Other places I am.” I answer. “You never looked me up online?” “No? Why would I need to, you’re not Joe from You so I think I’m safe.” I say. He laughed. “I drive a race car.” He spoke. I sat up in my seat, “Like mine?” I asked excitedly. “No not really, I drive a Formula car.” He replied. “Interesting. You haven’t been busy lately from what the group has said. Are you on break?” I speak. He nodded, “Just for the week then I’m off to Austin. What about you, how’s your break?” I smile, “The season is over. I’m a free woman until April. Well, sort of I guess.” I replied. “Would you like to come to Austin? To uh you know see me race?” He asked. “How long is it?” I counter. “Well, I’m there from October 18th through the 23rd. We have practice and qualifying the 20th and the race is that Sunday. It’s a Sprint weekend so you’ll really get the full experience.” He explained. I hadn’t realized we had parked. “I can’t guarantee it but I will see what I can do okay?” I say while looking at him. He nodded and shut off the car. “Have you ever seen the eye?” He asked. I shook my head, “Come on, it’s really beautiful at night.” He spoke before getting out and running to my side to open my door. I smile and thank him as we walk to see the infamous London Eye.

“So it’s basically just a Ferris wheel?” I asked standing next to Lando as we looked at the lights. “Pretty much.” He replied. “Why is it called the eye then?” I questioned. “You ask a lot of questions.” He said. I look at him, “I am naturally a very inquisitive person. There’s nothing wrong with that Lando Norris. Don’t you ever question things in the world? Or wonder why things happen?” I reply. He shakes his head then looks back at me, “Or just nosey.” He teased. I gasped, “You think that lowly of me?” I faux being hurt and place my hand on my chest. He smiled. “Just for that, I should push you into the water,” I said while gesturing to the huge body of water behind us. “Or better yet. Leave you here.” “And how would you do that without the keys?” He countered. “Easy. Take the keys then push you in the water duh.” I say slowly getting closer to him. “You wouldn’t dare.” He whispered. “I just might if you don’t take that back Norris,” I say. “I don’t think I will.” He smirked. “You know you’re lucky you’re cute or I’d beat you up and then leave you here.” I roll my eyes smiling. “You think I’m cute?” He teased. “Such a bimbo. Come on I want to get some pictures.” I say before walking to the Wheel.

We continued to walk around by the water, talking about anything and everything. “So then I couldn’t stop laughing and my shirt was just soaked in milk.” He laughed explaining one of Quadrant’s videos. “Oh my god, I am going to have to watch back at the hotel and send you my live reactions.” I laugh as well. Before continuing we heard a couple of voices. “Oh my gosh, you’re Lando Norris. Sorry to bother but can we get some pictures?” We looked to see a group of maybe three to four girls. He looked at me, “I’ll be fine go ahead.” I whispered. He nodded and turned back to the girls, “Uh yeah of course.” The girls smiled. “Could you take the group picture? Then we can take turns on our own.” One asked while holding her phone out. I nodded and took the picture. While the girls took their turns, one just kept looking at me funny. “Are you dating Lando?” She asked. I was taken aback. “No, he’s just a friend,” I say. “Good because he would never be with someone who looks like you.” She glared. I laughed. “Honey, I’m not sure how your brain works but putting other girls down isn’t going to make you love yourself more or ever achieve Lando’s attention. Take that pick-me attitude plus racist behavior and shove it up your ass. Mkay? I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. ” I smile and walk back over joining Lando. She continues glaring. “Ready to go?” He asked. I nodded. “Thank you for the pictures, Lando. Your girlfriend is really pretty. Have a nice night guys.” One of the girls said before they headed off. He looked at me slightly blushing. “Don’t worry I’m sure they’ll figure out we’re not together,” I say patting his chest. He looked confused, “How?” “I kind of went off after the taller one tried to verbally attack me.” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, “Do tell.” I chuckle. “I can on the way dropping you off. It is getting pretty late.” I say as we walk to the car.

“Are you fucking serious?” Lando seethed in the passenger seat after telling him what had happened. “Lando it’s no big deal. She didn’t hurt my feelings, I doubt she ever could. The insecurity was there and I wasn’t going to fall for it.” I spoke. “Still, that is ridiculous. You’re my friend, someone I care about and she is supposedly a fan of mine acting like that? Unacceptable.” He argued. “She was put in her place. Although I’m sure once they post those pictures she’ll try to bad mouth me. I could tell her energy was off so if she wants to open that can of worms I have it on recording. There’s not much you can do now. ” I replied trying to ease his anger. “I can. People would do those things all the time when I was with my ex. Yes, we’re not dating but I’m going to stop this before it gets too far.” He said while typing on his phone. I sigh knowing there’s not much I can do to change his mind. “I hope they didn’t ruin tonight.” He spoke after a few minutes of silence minus him still typing away at his phone. “Lando they could never. I actually had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you.” I say looking at him for a split second. He smiled. “See there’s a smile. Thought that frown would be a permanent fixture on your face. I don’t think wrinkles would suit you at this age.” I teased as we pulled up to his hotel. “Wow, you’re so funny. Don’t quit your day job.” He replied. I laugh before parking the car and hopping out with him. He pulls me to him and hugs me. “I had a great time too. And I’m glad you did as well. Text me when you make it back to your hotel so I know you made it safely alright?” He said while squeezing me slightly tighter. I hugged him back. “Of course. I’ll also let you know about Texas as well. Goodnight Lando.” I pull away looking at him. “Goodnight Azha.” He spoke and I turned to get back into the car. “Keep that smile, Norris, it looks great on you.” I wink and close the door after seeing him grin while blushing yet again tonight. Then I pulled off back to my hotel.

I slowly and quietly opened the door to the room knowing Kiara was asleep in her bed. I checked my phone as I walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower, ‘3:57 am’. Jesus and our flight is at 6:30. Another night of barely any sleep. I unlock my phone and text Lando that I made it back safely then hopped in the shower.

Skip a week to Race day in Austin

The last few days have been eventful, to say the least. I can understand why people love this type of racing. Will it ever compete with street racing in my heart? Probably not. “What’re you thinking about over there?” Lando asked as we relaxed in his Driver’s room before the race. “Everything.” I sigh. “Care to elaborate?” He asked. “Nah. You can sit in anticipation for a while longer.” I smiled. He shook his head and chuckled, “Fiiine I didn’t want to know anyway. Keep your secrets.” He said. “I signed with Formula Drift on Monday,” I spoke while looking at him. “Are you serious?” He beamed. I nod. He jumped up and tackled me on the couch. “Oh my god, that’s amazing! Congratulations. We have to celebrate.” He almost yelled in my ear as he hugged me. The door then opened and in walked Ria, Max, and Aarav. “Well, don’t you two look cozy,” Max smirked while wiggling his eyebrows. Lando and I separated, “Azha just told me some fantastic news. That’s all.” He said while standing to move away from the couch again. “Uh huh and what is this news?” Max asked. The three looked at me, I smiled sheepishly. “I signed with Formula Drift on Monday. I start for the 2024 season as soon as it starts.” I said. They all screamed and hugged me. “Now guys it’s alright no need to make it a big deal. Someone else deserves the spotlight today.” I say. “What do you mean! This is a huge deal!” Ria shouted. “Lando is at 100 races, he deserves the spotlight more than I do right now,” I whispered. “We can celebrate together,” Lando said. I shook my head, “Today is YOU. Not me. That’s a milestone in your career. I’m just restarting mine.” I said. “You’re too humble for your own good,” Aarav said. I smiled, “And yet you all love me for it anyway.”

End of Race

Max, Ria, Aarav, and I cheered alongside the McLaren garage as Lando pulled into Parc Femme for third place. We all joined the team at the barrier as he jumped out of his car and raised his hands in the air, the cheers somehow got louder. He jogged over and jumped into his team's arms. They all were patting on his helmet and saying their congrats in various ways. He then got to us and I let the Quadrant crew hug him and celebrate, they’ve been here for his journey longer than I have anyway. He looked around and once he saw me he pulled me to him and hugged me. I couldn’t really hear him that well, “Thank you.” Was all I caught as he pulled away. I looked at him through his helmet and smiled, “Congrats!” I cheered. He then walked over to be weighed and take his headgear off. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions alongside the adrenaline; happiness, astonishment, proudness, admiration, amazement, and something I couldn’t quite place. You could see the joy on Lando’s face from the win. And the love he had for his sport. It was, he was beautiful, even if he had helmet hair. Beautiful? I shook my head, why am I thinking like this? Before I could analyze more, Ria grabbed my arm and told me we had to get front row for podium. I nodded and walked with the group towards the stage.

We watched from below as the three, Max, Lewis, and of course, Lando, received their trophies. “Ready for the best part?” Ria asked. “The race wasn’t it?” I questioned, and she giggled. “Just wait.” She replied pointing back at the stage. Suddenly suds were sprayed everywhere. I was shocked as I felt the spray from the stage. “Here he goes,” Max said, then Lando slammed his bottle on the ground and the thing erupted like a volcano. “He does that all the time?” I asked looking in awe. The three nodded. “Here come on he’ll meet us back at the garage,” Max said as we began our way to the garage. We arrived to hear cheers from the team as they took their picture. I stood with the three as we waited for them to finish. Soon they all departed to the garage or somewhere else on the track. Lando walked over with his teammate who I had yet to meet. “Sorry to see what happened out there, Oscar,” Max said hugging the other male. “It’s alright, it happens. There’s still a few more races left.” The man spoke. “The Shootout and Sprint were great though,” Ria added. He nodded before looking at me, his eyes widened. “You’re Azha Skye. Lando here won’t shut up about you.” Oscar spoke. I smiled sheepishly, “I take it you have seen my racing?” I ask. “Are you kidding? I think the whole grid has once they heard you were coming.” He smiled. I looked at Lando as he stood there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, it’s not as exciting as what you guys do,” I say looking back at the Aussie. “Are you kidding? You pull some daring moves.” Oscar said. I smiled, “Here let’s all go to the A/C and I’ll tell you more then.” I spoke.

Finally settling back in Lando’s driver room after meeting and speaking with many of the drivers, telling them stories of my sport. Collapsing back in the same spot I was mere hours ago I look over at Lando. “You know you would think attention from a huge group of guys would feel good. Boost an ego or make you feel desirable.” I spoke. He looked at me, “I’m used to the attention but that… I don’t know how to explain that. Weird? I’m not sure. Or terrible because I didn’t want to take the spotlight off of you. Today is so special for you. In your 100th race, you place top five in the shootout and the sprint, and then you take third place overall in the race. You deserve all the praise, not me just standing here being support.” I spoke. He smiled, “Always looking out for other people. It’s okay Azha. You deserve some sort of celebration especially since you’re joining Formula D.” He spoke. I shook my head, “Today is for you, Lando. It would be different if I was racing but I’m not. I’m not here as Azha the drift racer. I’m here as your friend and someone to support you.” I sighed. Before he could say anything the door opened and one of his engineers poked their head in, “Hey Lando, so some things have happened between the FIA and two racers. Lewis and Charles have been disqualified. So you’re not P2. Your trophy is in the garage.” They said. Lando and I looked at each other in shock as the engineer left. Once the words sunk in I spoke again, “See. Today is about you. Even the universe agrees Mr. P2. Come on let’s go get that trophy of yours.”

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[sissylittlefeather]

Just when you thought it was over...

A Very Quiet Life: Epilogue

A/N: Y'all know I couldn't leave you without ANY smut to end this series! This really is it, though.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, kissing, cussing, oral sex (both receiving), reader calls Elvis daddy in a sexual context... don't want to give too much away here...

Links to the rest of the series in case this is the first you've seen it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Just a little happily ever after...

Song that started it all:

Gif set to end all gif sets:

Epilogue

It's been a year since the day the kids call "Happy Breakfast Day". Elvis moved into your house the next week, rocking the neighborhood with a bigger scandal than it had ever seen. Susan Walter still won't speak to you, but you don't consider it much of a loss. Beth successfully sold the house to a nice family from Chicago with 4 kids that love to play with yours. She moved downtown to be closer to her office... and her boss.

Today is your wedding day. You and Elvis didn't wait long after his divorce was finalized to start making plans. Now, you're standing in a dressing room looking at your dress hanging on the back of the door. It's a modest little number in eggshell with a knee-length skirt. This being the second wedding for both of you, you decided to keep it small and informal.

You're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your hand as you stare at the dress. You can't do this without telling him. You poke your head out of the room and holler at your sister.

"I need Elvis! Will you get him for me?" She looks at you like you're crazy.

"You know that's bad luck."

"I don't care. I need him."

"You're literally going to see him at the altar in two hours."

"Yes. And I'm telling you, I need Elvis now." Just then, he rounds the corner.

"Who needs me? Ack! I'm not supposed to see you!" He covers his eyes and tries to walk over to you, bumping into a chair on the way.

"Oh, will you just come in here? I'm not even in my dress yet." He uncovers his face and looks at you with his eyes lit up, hoping you're naked. He walks into the dressing room and is disappointed to see you're wearing a robe. Still, he puts his hands on your hips and looks at you lustfully.

"If ya need me that bad baby, we can just skip the wedding..."

"No. Elvis. I-I, well, here." You push the piece of paper into his hand and stand back waiting for his reaction. He looks down at it.

Ms. Y/l/n, the blood test confirmed your pregnancy. Please schedule another appointment as soon as possible.

He stands there speechless for a second. Then he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"A baby?"

"Yes."

"Our baby?" This time you just nod your head. There's a lump in your throat that keeps you from speaking. He drops the paper on the floor and wraps himself around you, kissing your cheek and pressing his face to yours. You feel a tear escape and slide down, not sure if it's his or yours. He pulls back and kisses you fully on the mouth. Then, he presses his forehead into yours and closes his eyes.

"This is the best news, honey." You figured he would be happy, but this is even better than you expected. He's downright elated.

"The kids! Do they know?"

"I figured we would tell them together later. Jane will be thrilled. She's been asking for a baby for years. Michael's a wild card, but he won't mind as long as you still read comics and build cars with him." He nods fervently.

"They're still our kids. This is just another one to add to the pack. Oh, baby, I'm so happy!" He nuzzles into your neck and squeezes you. Then, he pulls back quickly.

"Was that too hard? Can I squeeze you?" He looks at you with a concerned frown on his face. This is going to be fun. You laugh and assure him that you can do pretty much everything you normally do.

"Everything?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. You respond by running your hands up his chest and kissing him deeply. He takes the hint and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you so that your legs wrap around him. He carries you to the little couch and lays you down underneath him. He kisses down your neck and chest to the place where the robe comes together between your breasts. Slowly, he pulls on the belt and slides the pieces of your robe to the side and off of you.

His eyes widen when he sees your white lace bra and panties. They were supposed to be for tonight, but you don't care. He presses his lips to your nipple through the lace before removing your robe and bra and then kissing down your stomach. He stops at the top of your panties and kisses gently just below your belly button. Then, he runs his tongue along the line where the lace meets your thigh. His closeness to your center has you dripping with desire. He slides his thumb between your legs and under your panties, feeling the wetness.

"Mmm. That didn't take long."

"Blame the pregnancy hormones." You both laugh. He uses his thumb to make circles on your sensitive button. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. He pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you. He loves to watch you be undone by him, so he moves his fingers inside you, eliciting another moan and more wetness from you. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out to slide your panties down. You whimper a little at the sensation of emptiness. When he gets back up to your center, he presses his mouth to you and swirls his tongue in a circle.

"Oh my god..." you moan loudly. He laughs.

"Shhh, baby, everyone is right outside. You're going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?" You whimper and nod. He lowers his face back down to you and drags his tongue up your slit slowly, then goes back down and pushes his tongue into you. You arch your back and suppress a moan, somewhat unsuccessfully.

"If you can't be quiet, I'll have to stop." He says sternly. Now it's a game. You whisper frantically.

"No! No, I can be quiet. Don't stop." You weave your fingers in his hair and gently push his head back down to you. He smirks, enjoying your need for him, and then goes back to work with his tongue. You bite your lip and squirm a little, trying desperately to stay quiet. As your climax builds, the softest moan escapes your lips and he pulls back.

"I said quiet." You nod wildly and without even thinking a response slips out..

"Yes, daddy." His eyes widen and darken. Hearing you call him daddy impacted him in a way he didn't expect.

"Say that again."

"Yes daddy." You feel his breathing speed up and he goes back to licking you with a new urgency. When he can tell you're right on the edge, he whispers into you.

"Come for daddy." And you do, pleasure rushing through you until your fingertips tingle, wetness spilling out of you uncontrollably and your legs quaking. It feels like your body is disconnected and floating while he continues to move his tongue over you. Finally, you come back to earth. Elvis stands up and takes his shirt and pants off. Before he can lay back down on you, though, you sit up and pull his hips in line with your face. You wrap your hand around his hard dick and begin to pump him slowly, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his sensitive head. He closes his eyes and moans softly as you lean forward and run your tongue around him.

"Is this what you want, daddy?" His eyes pop open and he looks down at you sitting there with his dick in your mouth. He tangles his fingers in your hair as you move on him.

"Yes, good girl. Keep going." You hum a little and the vibration makes him almost double over. You reach around and grab his ass with both hands to steady him. Then, you open your throat and take him all the way into your mouth, pressing your nose into the patch of soft hair at the base of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck." He moans loudly. You pull back off of him entirely.

"I thought we had to be quiet?"

"Oh no, baby, please don't stop." He whispers. "I'll be quiet." My how the tables have turned. You smile to yourself, knowing that you can make him fall apart too. You lick small circles around his head and then run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft and back up again. You pick up a steady rhythm and he thrusts softly into your mouth, matching your pace. After a little while of this, he grunts quietly and whispers again.

"Gonna come, baby." You decide to let him and save the real fun for your wedding night tonight. You keep going, tightening your lips around him slightly. When you feel him twitching, you pull him fully into your mouth again and suck. He shudders and fills your throat with his warmth as you swallow it down.

"Oh, god, y/n" He groans as he nearly collapses on top of you. He falls onto the couch next to you and leans his head back with his eyes closed.

"Wow."

"You'll have to wait until tonight for the rest. We're not married yet." You laugh and he chuckles with you, putting his arms around you and pulling you close to him. He kisses the side of your head.

"I'm so glad you moved in next door."

"Me too, Elvis. Me too."

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Fin

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[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

HEY PEOPLE!!! THIS IS THE OFFICIAL 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!

And in commemoration of that, I (with the help of talking to @lotties-ashwagandha) have created this fic, please enjoy.

Summary: Basically just reader (18/19) being new to Lottie's wellness centre and having a pre-made bond with her, and sort of one with Nat (since she gets inducted into it a few weeks after r), then the rest of the adults arrive and things get interesting...

This is a bit of a long-en and it took fucking forever, and it feels a little rushed, but oh well, enjoy :)

@zhivaxo

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Eat Your Young

❤️🧡💚💜💙💛

Adult YellowJacket's x Late Teen!GN/AFAB Reader

❤️🧡💚💜💙💛

Word Count: 3152.

I may have gotten a little carried away w/ this, but I just love them all sm, and istg if this flops I will cry cause I actually love this sm.

Also he/him and transmasc Van and Nat, cause I love them 😁.

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You'd arrived at the compound about a couple of months ago, after Lottie had spotted you being dragged around at a farmers market in downtown New York she was also at, by your asshole of a father who insisted upon showing you the exact and only crafted beer he liked and drank (nothing of which ever ended well when he drank it).

Of course, after noticing what was actually going on by the way he acted toward you, she insisted upon taking you away from him to the compound, and to also help you cope with your past trauma, once she got to speak with you alone. At first to which you denied, unsure of what would happen and if your father would find you if accepted.

Eventually, she got you to accept, god damn those pleading brown eyes of hers. Which was how you ended up here, Camp Green Pine (it was actually really pretty now that you thought about it), or Lottie's cult, as Nat had referred to it on multiple occasions, which you found rather assuming, of which you'd never admit to Lottie.

The same 'here' that one of Lottie and Nat's old friends, Misty, turned up at about a week after Nat first got here, with somebody else, Waldo you recalled his name being, or Walter. The two of them later on being joined by some of their other friends, later of which, you learned their names, Tai, Van and Shauna.

More specifically, the 'here' that was known as the sharing shack, having been trying to track Lottie down for the last hour, having gotten lost at least a couple times, wanting to review one of your sessions for the week, unsure of what it meant. All of which was soon forgotten when you stumbled upon her and her old friends in said sharing shack, the previous conversation dying down pretty quickly upon your entry.

"Hi, sorry I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted to borrow Charlotte for a minute, go over this one part of my schedule for this week. I can go though if this is a bad time." You stated, stumbling over your own words, not wanting to make a bad first impression on the other 4.

"Of course not, my love, come sit." Lottie answered, patting the seat to her left, between her and Natalie.

"Okay," You answered, nervously walking over to and taking your seat next to the two of them, dressed in an oversized heliotrope jumper, light blue denim jeans and black converse, before handing her the piece of paper, as she inspected it.

Watching on as the others exchanged slightly awkward glances, flashing them small smiles as some sort of piece offering, to which none of them acknowledged, except the blonde that was sitting next to Nat, who offered a small wave back, which you replied with a small nod, moving slightly closer to Lottie, feeling Nat's hand rest on the small of your back as some form of comfort you were guessing.

"Yeah don't worry about it, it's just like the group therapy you sat in on Monday morning, except more of how to cope with specific issues, rather then sharing experiences and stuff, since I know that's a tough thing for you to do." Lottie spoke, turning back to and smiling sweetly at you and handing you back your schedule, to which you folded up and slid into your back pocket.

"Oh okay, that uh makes sense, thank you." You replied, still feeling the rest of the groups gaze on you, taking this as your cue to get up and leave, as you went to do so you felt Nat tug on the bottom of your jumper.

"Um, excuse you." You stated, not wanting to cause a scene.

"What, you want me to do everything here?" Nat said, turning to Lottie, then the rest of the group.

"Listen dove," Lottie started, taking your hand and guiding you to sit back down, "I hope you don't mind, but I've been talking to the group about you tonight, along with some of your past........ issues." The brunette added, moving her hand to rest on your thigh as you gulped.

You weren't sure how to take this. 'What past issues did she mean?' Were they the ones you cried to her over? No, she wouldn't, would she? More importantly, why would she?'

"Oh, okay," You spoke, unsure of where this conversation headed. "What issues were you talking about?"

"Well uh, just some of the general stuff, since some of them," She shot a look at Tai and Van, who were quick to look down at the floor, a slight blush prominent on their cheeks. "had questions about you, and wanted to know some things about you." Lottie explained, running her thumb over the plush part of your inner thigh, trying to provide some sort of comfort.

"What, like how old I am, see if any of my past traumas match up with yours?" You retorted jokingly, smirking slightly, the room falling slightly tense as you were fully understanding the manor of their previous conversation.

The room went quiet, before the curly blonde, Misty, stood up and walked over to you, crouching in front of you.

"We just wanna help you, my love." The woman said, resting a hand on your knee, the other intertwining with your own hand, lifting it to her lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand softly, looking up at you sincerely. 'She seems nice' you thought to yourself, as you blushed softly.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Misty's right, darling." Nat spoke, his hand still resting and rubbing up and down your lower back.

"What you went through with your dad. What he did to you, to try and change you and stuff, honestly I-," He cut himself off sensing the change in your body language at the sensitive subject, your gaze going from looking at her to down at your lap, fiddling with your hands, before speaking up again. "Look, we just wanna help, in anyway we can."

"Mhm." The rest of them agreed, as the other brunette, Shauna, suddenly appeared behind you, essentially boxing you in between her, Nat, Misty and Lottie.

"Will you let us help you out, sweetheart?" Shauna asked, smoothing her hands over your shoulders.

"O-okay," You replied, removing your gaze from your lap to glance up at her, before looking back at the group. "I don't know how, but you can, all of you can, help, I mean." You added, slightly flustered, as the brunette behind you shared a knowing look with the rest of the group, causing Nat to take your other hand, him and Misty standing you up and leading you back to Lottie's quarters, Shauna and Lottie following behind, Tai and Van following after them.

A million questions were running through your mind as you were lead toward Lottie's bedroom, like 'Was what you thought was gonna happen actually about to happen? Was this some sort of fever dream?'.

All of which were quickly forgotten when you arrived at Lottie's, Nat's hands quickly moving to your jumper, slipping them under it and pulling it over your head, discarding it on the floor, while Van came around your back and started kissing along your neck slowly, and the rest of the group were ridding themselves of their shoes and clothes.

"They look so pretty for us, right guys?" Van stated, littering your jaw with soft kisses. "Is that okay to say?" He added, to which you replied with a nod.

"Damn right they are." Nat answered, everybody else agreeing in some way, her hands going down to your belt, unbuckling it before unzipping your jeans, discarding both of them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor, leaving you in your binder and boxer shorts and everyone in the room, except Nat and Van, in just their underwear.

"It's alright," Lottie stated, approaching you in her matching set of dark purple lingerie, as the other two pulled away from you to sort their clothes out, "just trust us, okay? We'll take care of you" She added, smoothing her thumbs over your ribs and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, sensing your anxiousness.

You nodded in response, feeling Shauna and Misty come up behind you, the brunette starting to plant kisses along your right shoulder, while the blonde did the same to your left, running her hands over the bottom of your binder, as they led you back onto Lottie's bed, pushing you down onto it lightly as your legs hit the end of it, before climbing onto it to sit either side of you and start attacking your face and neck with long, heated kisses.

Lottie then came over to you with Tai, kneeling on the hardwood floors of her cabin between your thighs, as Tai came and sat on the bed running her fingers over your stomach and up your chest, making more warmth pool into your lower abdomen while Shauna and Misty continued kissing along your shoulders and up and down either side of your neck and jawline.

"Is it okay if I take this off, baby?" Tai questioned, resting her hands at the hem of your binder.

"Mhm," You answered, nodding slowly, slightly apprehensive to let it happen, "You can take it off." You added, lifting your arms up slightly to assist with her taking your binder, straightening it out and placing it on the floor with a light thud.

Misty and Shauna moved their mouths over your shoulders, sucking hickeys over them and along your jaw and neck softly, making you moan slightly, as Lottie moved her hands further up your thighs to your boxers, looking up at you and then back down at your briefs, wordlessly communicating with you as you nodded at her, then pulling them down a little, letting her do the rest as Van came over, and sat next to you, between Tai and Misty, and started to run her hand over the side of your chest.

After a little while of Misty and Shauna continuing to kiss along either side of your neck and shoulders, while Lottie finished pulling your boxers down to your ankles, running her fingers along your slit, starting to run her thumb over your clit, making you whine slightly.

"Sh sh sh, it's okay baby. Just trust me, alright? It'll be worth it." The brunette stated, before leaning down and pressing a kiss against it, making you moan softly.

Once Lottie started working her mouth against your clit, Van took this opportunity to use his newfound confidence to lean forward and rest his hand on your boob, squishing and kneading it slightly and giggling softly.

"Wow, seriously, are you still 12?" Tai spoke, watching this exchange.

"What?! They're good boobs, okay? Sue me." Van spoke, defending his actions, with a slight scowl before his expression dropped and he spoke again. "Oh wait, fuck, that's okay to say, right?" He added.

"It's fine Van, honestly, don't worry about it. This seriously feels like a fever dream, I'm really not that bothered what you call me as long as you don't call me a girl or a boy" You replied, giggling slightly yourself, to which Van replied with a nod, going back to squishing both your boobs while Lottie started working her mouth on your clit swirling her tongue around it, eliciting strings of moans from your mouth.

"Such pretty noises, baby." Tai stated, leaning forward and kissing you softly, before taking your bottom lip between her teeth, biting and sucking on it softly, before reaching down, resting the back of her palm on Lottie's chin and pushing to fingers inside you, forcing another moan out of you.

'God this is pure bliss' you thought.

Lottie working her mouth on your clit, while Misty and Shauna were pressing theirs against your neck and jaw line and down your shoulders over and over

Van was kneading hos hand over your boob, while Tai was pressing hers against Lottie's chin while working her fingers inside you, and Nat, Nat was god knows where, but you didn't think of that too much right now.

All you were focused on was the warm feeling that was flowing in your lower abdomen, and feeling every bit of their combined touch that was gliding over your body.

"Oh pretty baby, you that close already?" Tai piped up, feeling you start to clench around her fingers, looking up at you and seeing you bite your lip. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk." She muttered under her breath, starting to curl her fingers inside you slightly faster.

"I- ah, I'm- fuck, I'm sorry. I can try and wait, I didn't mean to- god. I can try, I can-" You stuttered out, being cut off by Misty pressing her finger over your mouth.

"Sh sh sh, it's okay. It's more then okay, that's exactly what we wanted. It's okay" The blonde reassure, pressing a kiss against your jaw.

"I- are you, are you sure?" You asked, tilting your head back slightly.

"Mhm," Shauna reassured, running her hand over your shoulder. "It's okay, just let go, alright sweetheart?"

You looked down at Lottie, who was still working her mouth on your clit, for some sort of reassurance or confirmation.

"It's okay," Lottie stated, glancing up at you, running her thumb over your thigh, while trailing her tongue over your clit. "Just wait a little longer, alright? Can you do that for mommy?"

"Momm- I- fuck, mommy please, I can't-." You begged, tilting your head back against Misty's shoulder, moaning and panting softly, getting closer.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Just take your time." Tai said, glancing down at Lottie, while still working her fingers inside you, feeling you clench a little more.

"Fuck- mommy! I'm gonna cum, please please please please." You begged a little more.

"Okay baby, you got it. Cum for us, darling." Lottie stated, just before you fell over the edge with a long, loud moan.

Cumming all over Tai's fingers and Lottie's mouth, dripping down her chin, while bucking your hips up against her mouth, riding out your orgasm.

"God, you're so pretty, baby." Van spoke up, leaning in and kissing along your neck, still kneading his hands over your boobs.

"Fuck-" You rasped out after a few moments, tilting your head back against Shauna's shoulder, looking up at her and Misty.

"God, you did so well for us." Shauna said, softly pressing her lips against yours.

"Damn right they did." Nat stated, speaking up for the first time in a while, approaching you and the rest of the group.

Straps secured around his thighs over his boxers, light blue dildo attached to it, making you gulp softly, as you lifted your head up from it's place on Shauna's shoulder.

"It's okay." Lottie assured, as she rose from her place on the floor to kneel between you and Shauna, mirroring Van's position. "Can you look at me, dove?" She added, running her thumb over your chin.

"There's my pretty little baby." The brunette said, running her thumb over your cheek as you tilted your head toward her. "Now listen okay? Natalie's gonna take good care of you, alright baby? And I'll be here the whole time." She added, lacing her fingers with yours to hold your hand gently.

"O-okay," You stated, nodding your head slowly. "Okay." You said again, turning your head toward Nat, who had his tilted to the side, rested her hand on the underside of the strap, jerking it off slightly.

God he looked so hot. Already with sweat clinging to his face, and a small smirk on his lips, and the abs.

"There you go." Nat said, slipping his strap inside you while these thoughts were clouding your mind, making you groan loudly.

"Fuck, Natalie." You moaned out softly, as he pressed his hands down against your hips and start hammering into you, not giving you enough time to adjust. Making the rest of them smirk slightly at how loud you were being, and how gorgeous you looked.

"Oh sweet baby, you sound so good for us. So good for Natalie." Tai stated, starting to run her thumb over your clit, still sensitive from Lottie working her mouth on it earlier.

"Such an eager little love for daddy's cock, hmmm Y/n/n?" Nat said, thrusting his hips slightly harder against yours.

"Fuck, god, yes. Daddy please, I need it so bad." You begged, gripping Lottie's hand tightly, as Tai kept rubbing her thumb over your clit.

That with the help of Nat, who kept hammering himself inside you, had you hurtling toward another orgasm so soon.

"You look so gorgeous all fucked out for Natalie, Y/n." Misty giggled, pressing kisses along the left side of your jaw and down your neck, while Van kept kneading his hands over your boobs, plucking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"I think someone's close again." Shauna perked up, peering over your shoulder to look at Nat, before glancing down to watch your face contort and your mouth open and close, letting out breathy moans.

"No I- no I jus- fuck Natalie! I-" You stuttered out, being cut off by Lottie kissing you again.

"It's okay, love. We're not here to stop you, we're here to make you feel good and give you a treat, alright?" She said, pressing her lips against your cheek.

"Cmon baby," Van whispered against your cheek, still squishing his hand over your boob. "You can do it."

As soon as he said that, combined with the feeling of Nat still forcefully thrusting his strap into you, while grunting softly, and Tai rubbing circles around your clit quicker then before.

Along with the rest of them doing their own things, your senses became overwhelmed with pleasure for the second time that night, causing you to release and came hard over Nat's strap and Tai's hand, while moaning loudly.

As Nat fucked you through your orgasm, Shauna and Misty were still working their mouths along your neck and jaw (by now of which were probably covered in hickeys), and Van was still squishing and plucking your boobs with his fingers.

It wasn't until they helped you slowly ride out your high, that you slumped down against them, sweat dripping off your forehead while panting heavily, and that Nat slowly pulled out, tucking his strap back into his boxers, while he and the rest of the group watched you as you recovered from your climax, letting you return back to yourself.

Once your orgasm had fully subsided, Lottie leant up slightly and softly pressed her lips against yours. Speaking to you, as if only wanting you to hear. "Good job, baby, you did so good. The wilderness is pleased with you now. It's pleased with all of us."

*****

So for those of you still reading, if you didn't get it by now, this was a 100 follower special (yay me, though there is more then 100 of u guys by now but oh well), and I just wanted to hop on here for those that are still reading, I'm so grateful to every single one of you that have interacted with me/my posts over the last year.

I only got into writing fan fiction as an outlet for stuff going on in my personal life (cause life has sucked a lot for me, especially over the last year, but yk we deal), but to know people actually like my stuff is really awesome.

Love you guys lots (I should probably come up with a nickname at this point or something), here's to the next 100 and I hope you enjoyed this fic.

-Harlow

P.s This was fairly rushed at the end and this is defo garbage, but I just wanted to get this out.

And ignore the fact Nat disappeared mid way through this, I didn't know what to do with him, but yk we ball.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee nervously waited for the doctor to do the eye check for their appointment. They hadn't told Caretaker yet, but they desperately needed new glasses. Whumper broke their other pair during their captivity.

They had made it this long without telling Caretaker, but it was getting terribly difficult to see and hide the squinting.

"Uh doctor", Whumpee sighed, "I can save you some time if you like. I'm not going to be able to read those letters."

"Let's try anyways, it's part of you checkup", the doctor started the test.

"Yes. You failed that", the doctor sighed, "is this something that came about during your time with Whumper?"

"No doctor, I've always had glasses for a while, Whumper broke my other pair", Whumpee looked down shyly, "I've been too nervous to bother Caretaker with it though. They've been so busy with me already."

"I understand that, but it's not good or fair for you to go about with bad vision", the doctor smiled, "I know Caretaker very well, they will be happy to know their is something they can help you with."

The doctor finished the rest of the exam, "given the circumstances, you are in fairly good health, just a few things. You need to get your weight up, and new glasses. You'll also find rest to be your best friend while you heal."

Whumpee nodded.

"Let's bring Caretaker in. We can tell them the news together", the doctor patted Whumpee's shoulder, then left.

Whumpee sighed, 'something else they have to deal with.'

Caretaker came in and winked at Whumpee, "so you are blind", they smiled, "I was kind of figuring, but didn't want to say anything in case you just couldn't read."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you with it. My other pair got broken by Whumper", Whumpee looked at the doctor.

"It's not a bother at all, I'm sorry you've gone so long without seeing", Caretaker sighed, "you've been with me a week and a half, plus however long it's been since those were broke. You definitely need them. Anything else you want to tell me."

"No besides what the doctor said, I seem healthy", Whumpee watched Caretaker pull out their phone.

"I'll get the appointment scheduled. Hopefully they're not booking way out", Caretaker looked, "please don't keep secrets from me. Your care is my top priority right now, and I need to know stuff like this to get you back to health. Don't worry about bothering me, I'd rather know, then find out."

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker managed to get Whumpee in the next day for the eye appointment.

"Okay right in here", Caretaker led, "don't want the blind one to get lost", they teased.

That's was the running joke, and Whumpee enjoyed every bit of the humor.

The doctor clicked away with the lenses, and made the adjustment just right.

"Okay, you can pick your frames. You'll have to deal with this for about a week or so while the glasses are made", the doctor led them to the room.

Caretaker and Whumpee went through several glasses.

"These are just like my old pair", Whumpee held up a pair, "I kind of liked how they looked."

"Try them on and see if you still like them", Caretaker smiled.

"Okay", Whumpee slid them on and looked at Caretaker.

"I like them, what do you think", Caretaker held up a mirror.

Whumpee looked for a second, then felt their lips quiver.

"Are you okay?", Caretaker worried.

"Uh yes, just, overwhelmed", Whumpee smiled, "this is what I remember myself looking like, and when my glasses broke, I lost that, and I lost my sight. Now I'm seeing myself again, and I'll have my vision soon. I'm overwhelmed with excitement."

"I'm happy I am able to do things like this, these moments are the best. I'm able to watch someone be built back up", Caretaker smiled, "this is my favorite part of the job."

Whumpee pulled off the glasses and wiped a away a tear.

"Are these the glasses?", Caretaker questioned.

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee wiped another tear away, and smiled. They took a deep breath, "these are the ones."

After they finished the order, Caretaker and Whumpee waited for the call for new glasses.

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[densi-mber]

A Gift of Joy

A/N: Yes, I’m being very self-indulgent, as usual, for my birthday.

***

“I scheduled the appointment to bring my SUV in for maintenance next week,” Kensi told Deeks. He glanced up from switching out a mini lightbulb from a strand of lights on the Christmas tree.

“Sweet.”

“Also, my water just broke.”

Deeks stilled, one eyebrow arching up as he processed this piece of information. “Are you having any contractions yet?”

“Yeah, but only one so far and not very strong,” Kensi answered.

“Ok, well, Sheila said we probably wouldn’t need to head to the hospital until you get to five minutes between contractions, right?” Deeks checked, clearly already three steps ahead in his head.

“Yeah. Unless I have any severe pain, get dizzy, or feel like I need to push.” She knew she wasn’t telling Deeks anything new, since he’d taken copious notes during all of their pregnancy classes provided by their midwife, Sheila. It was more to confirm that she wasn’t experiencing any unusual symptoms.

“All right. I’ll, uh, call Sheila so she’s ready when it’s time, and double check we have everything packed.”

Kensi watched him, unbelievably proud of his ability to stay calm. Aside from the first few days after finding out she was pregnant, when they’d both been in a state of shock and overwhelmed, Deeks had attacked the preparation with the same energy and focus he would a case.

“Thanks.” Kensi winced faintly as another contraction rippled through her abdomen and back. Deeks was in front of her, gently clasping her hand in a second.

“You ok, baby?”

“Yeah, that one was just a little stronger,” she explained. “It wasn’t that bad though and about 10 minutes from the last one.”

“Let me know if that changes,” Deeks said. “Do you wanna call Rosa?”

“Yeah, I will as soon as I grab something to eat.” He started to move away, but Kensi stop him with a brief tug of his hand. “Hey, thanks for taking such good care of us.”

“Alway. I love you,” Deeks murmured, kissing her softly. He sank to one knee and pressed his lips to her stomach, his touch so loving and gentle, Kensi felt her throat tighten. Standing up again, Deeks squeezed her hand one more time before rushing off to get things ready.

***

Caleb and Sophia Deeks entered the world 6 minutes apart and just short of four hours after Kensi went into labor. It was a remarkably uncomplicated, if fast, delivery. After checking that Kensi and the babies were all healthy, Sheila had left the family alone to bond.

“This is insane,” Deeks murmured, peering down at Caleb curled up on his bare chest. His hand looked giant against Caleb’s tiny back. For the first time today, he looked, and sounded, a touch overwhelmed. Or maybe awed was a better word.

It gave Kensi so much joy to see him realizing one of his most fervent wishes.

“Hey, come here,” Kensi called softly, not wanting to wake Sophia, who was similarly cradled in her own arms. Both babies had initially cried upon making their grand entrances into the world, then fallen asleep shortly after.

Deeks stood up carefully, keeping Caleb anchored to his chest with one hand. When he reached the side of the hospital bed, Kensi patted the mattress beside her. Deeks slid onto the bed, slipping his free arm around Kensi and Sophia once he was situated.

“I always forget how tiny and completely helpless they are at first. It’s incredible and so, so terrifying,” he said, brushing his finger over Sophia’s round cheek. She sighed in her sleep, shakily stretching one arm to the side before settling again.

“It is, but you’re a natural,” Kensi assured him. “You’ve always been. I mean, just look at how calm he is.” She snuggled closer to him. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Deeks scoffed. “Please. I just had to stand there while you pushed out these two.”

“You did so much more than that. You gave me the strength and courage I needed to get through labor.” Kensi smiled up at him. “Like you always do.”

“Either way, we made some cute kids,” he said with a smitten look. “I can’t wait for Rosa to meet them.”

“Yeah, just like their daddy.” Kensi tugged at one of his curls, and Deeks snorted.

“You’re ridiculous.” He gestured with his chin towards Sophia. “You wanna switch?”

They carefully made the swap, settling in once more. Kensi leaned her head against his, looking down on their two bundles of joy.

***

A/N: Yes, yes, yes, this time around I gave the babies my birthday. Title references my own middle name. And yes, this is incredibly cheesy.

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

The Purest Element

1200 words for 1200 followers #8

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This one takes place in the Bad Idea universe, but could be read as stand alone, too. All you need to know is that Reader is an artist, and these two newlyweds love each other so much it's stupid. Please enjoy this moment of loving, supportive, domestic fluff with more than a hint of spice. 💚

Warnings: language, a little bit of very light smut with heavy suggestion of more to come, little bit of late night toking.

Requested by: @jessahmewren Song: Strangeness and Charm Character Choice: Once again I was given the choice between two characters, and once again I chose against Ezra. Who even am I?! (Don't worry, my favorite spaceman will get his due very soon.) The song is a play on scientific terms and how love, like chemical reactions, can be beautiful and pure as well as volatile and unbalanced. Fun fact: "Strangeness" and "Charm" are characteristics of two types of Quarks, which are subatomic particles that make up all matter. (please note, I am not a scientist and my understanding of these terms is only at a surface level like Dieter's is in this piece.) I hope you enjoy this little science lesson given by none other than Dr. Bravo himself.

Summary: You have to stay up late to take a call for work and Dieter waits up for you... and can't wait to share what he's learned for a new role he's got coming up.

“Thanks again. I know it’s quite late in Los Angeles, so I really do appreciate you setting the time aside to take the call. It was great chatting with you.” Hattie, the owner of a London art gallery that you were arranging a show for, gave you a bright smile. “And I’m very much looking forward to meeting you in person next week.” 

Despite how tired you were - the time difference not doing you any favors for a video call that was scheduled at 10 am there - you grinned back at her. “Same here.” You finished up by confirming the details again, and as the clock in the bottom corner of your laptop changed to 3:26 am local time, you closed the window and shut your screen. 

It’s happening. 

It was going to be your first international show, and you were thrilled about what taking that step meant for your career. Booking in London had been a goal of yours for as long as you could remember. The fact that it was only a few days away from becoming reality hadn’t fully sunk in yet, and you expected that it wouldn’t until you saw your work hanging at Hattie’s place. And the fact that when you did finally get to have that moment, Dieter would be there with you, only made you that much more excited. 

He’d been to plenty of your openings in New York and L.A., even one in Denver. But this was the first one he would attend as your husband, the two of you fresh off your honeymoon and just starting to get back to work. In a rare stroke of luck regarding your schedules, Dieter had gotten a role in a movie that was set to start filming in London three days after your collection opened, so him being there wouldn’t even require any extra travel. 

It couldn’t have worked out better. 

Stretching your shoulders, you rose from the armchair in the corner of the study and flicked the light switch on the wall. You were exhausted, but there was still a baseline hum of excitement buzzing through your veins, and as you padded down the hallway and into the living room, the sight that awaited you there only intensified that feeling. 

Oh, would you look at him? Fuck. You bit your bottom lip as you entered the room, smiling around your teeth. That’s my husband. 

Sprawled across the couch on his stomach, iPad open in front of him and a joint held between two fingers to create a halo of smoke around his wild curls, Dieter looked up as he heard you come in. “Hey.” He set the joint down in one of the grooves of the ashtray he was using and sat up, one leg tucked under his body and a lopsided grin curving his lips. “How’d it go?” 

You let out a sigh as you sunk down into the couch beside him. “Fine.” His arm came around you as you reached for the still-burning joint and took a small hit. This’ll help me wind down for bed at least. Exhaling, you leaned against him, his well-worn pullover sweater soft and comforting. “Hattie just wanted to finalize everything.” You hummed, setting the joint back where you took it from before looking up at him. “Why’re you still awake?” Lifting your hand up, you raked your nails through his hair and around his ear. “You didn’t have to wait up for me. It’s late, and-” 

Dieter leaned down to press his lips against yours, cutting you off.  “I wanted to take my wife to bed.” 

The tone of his voice simultaneously made your heart swell and made heat pool low in your belly - because you knew very well what he was capable of once he got you where he wanted you. You whimpered as you kissed him back. I want that, too, Dieter. 

He pulled back with a smirk, clearly pleased with the reaction he’d caused in you. He knows exactly what he does to me. And he likes it. “And - ” He used the arm that was around you to reach for his iPad, picking it up and handing it to you. “I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do some more research for the new role. This shit is incredible.” 

You let out a small laugh at the way he so easily switched from seducing you to excitedly sharing what he’d learned in his digging. Glancing down at the page he had open, your eyes widened. “Charm Quarks and Antimatter.” Shaking your head and blinking rapidly, you set the device down on the coffee table. “What the fuck does that even mean?” 

He snorted and gave a half shrug, your body moving with the movement of his where you were still leaning into him. “Honestly I think I went a little deeper down the rabbit hole than I needed to, because I … They’re… subatomic particles? I think? I don’t know, I just kept clicking links and it just seemed like a wild read.” That got a full fledged laugh out of you, but he went on. “I did start out reading some things that were relevant to the part, though.” 

The new movie was called The Purest Element, and it told the story of a Physicist - played by Dieter - who had set out to prove that love was nothing more than a chemical reaction, only to fail and fall in love with one of his test subjects. It was a dramatic role that required the confident delivery of a lot of technical scientific jargon, so Dieter wanted to make sure that he familiarized himself with some of the terms. You had no doubt that while you were in the other room on your Zoom call, he was using his phone to record himself pronouncing things like “electron-positron colliders”.

“Did you?” You asked through a yawn. He nodded, the tip of his nose bumping your cheek as he trailed his lips toward your ear. “Like what?” You mumbled the question as you felt him shift his hold on you to ease you down onto the cushion. 

“Like… how when I touch you?” He dragged his hand slowly up your thigh, pinky snagging on the hem of your shorts before he continued his path upwards. “When my skin touches your skin?” You sighed as he inched his fingertips under your top, trailing them over your belly and to your side, your shirt hiking up around his wrist. “And you get all flustered?” He nipped at your earlobe, the contact forcing your lips to part, a ragged breath slipping out. “What you’re really feeling is a catalytic reaction brought on by friction.” His hand slipped all the way up beneath your shirt to cup your breast. 

“Sounds…” You swallowed as he worked his tongue around the small stud earring you were wearing, your fingers twining through his hair as you tipped your head back. Fuck that feels amazing. “Sounds very scientific, Dieter. Maybe we should do some more experiments just to be sure.” 

There was a spark in his eyes as he responded. “See? Had to stay up. It’s for science.” 

.

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Authors note: wow you guys really like anons first request and just keep wanting new parts haha, love it! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1517        Nat Masterlist      Marvel Masterlist    Pt1, 2, 4

It’s been about two months since your first night with Natasha and honestly neither of you have been happier. Every free moment you both have is spent with each other, and even when the team does something together like movie night or eating together the two of you made sure to at least sit next to each other.

   Neither of you had told the team yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but you both just wanted to keep it to yourselves. Neither of you wanted to face the potential of not being allowed on missions with each other anymore, nor did you want to potentially face any judgment from them. You just wanted to be able to freely enjoy each other.

   “Hi detka(baby)” Natasha greets as you enter her room, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss before you even get the chance to greet her

   “Hi Tasha” you finally say as she pulls away, “I missed you.”

   “I missed you too.” she replies

   She smiles at you, but soon a worried look takes over her features as she actually looks at you. You’re slightly paler than usual and the usual light in your eye is dimmer than it usually is. 

   She lays her hand across your forehead, “Are you feeling ok?”

   “Yeah” you nod, “Just been a little tired lately, that's all.”

   Her brows furrow, “Are you not sleeping well? Or is Steve overworking you again? I can have a talk with him.”

   You cup her face with a chuckle, “Thank you baby, but it's neither of those things. My sleeping schedule has never been better and Steve hasn’t given me paperwork since our last mission.”

   “How long have you been feeling like this?”  she asks, dragging you with her over to the bed

   Your eyes look everywhere but at her, “A week…or two..”

   “Y/n! What do you mean two weeks!” she reprimands, “You should have told me.”

   “It's not that bad.” you reply, laying down with her

   She shakes her head, “It obviously is if whatever it is has stuck around for two weeks. You're seeing Bruce tomorrow to get this figured out.”

   “Tashaaaa…” 

   “Please? For me?” she asks, “I just want to make sure moya lyubov'(my love) is alright.”

   You sigh, “Alright. I’ll go see Bruce in the morning.”

   She smiles brightly before pecking your lips, “Thank you”

   “You're welcome. Now come on, let's get some sleep.”

   When you wake in the morning you aren’t surprised to find yourself alone in Nats bed. It was usually this way, she always was an early riser and enjoyed her early morning runs. You stretch before removing the covers before you slowly and silently make your way back to your room. You quickly shower and change, making yourself look presentable before you head out to find Bruce. 

   You aren’t surprised to find him working in his lab, “Hey Bruce.”

   “Oh, hey Y/n. What can I do for you?” he asks, gesturing for you to take a seat

   “I haven't been feeling that great lately and I don’t really have any explanation as to why.” you explain, “I was hoping you could run a few tests just to make sure nothing is wrong.”

   “Of course. Wait here.”

   Several minutes and tests later his machines finally print out their results. He puts his glasses on before grabbing the papers, silently reading over them. He suddenly stops and peaks over a page at you.

  “Is everything ok?” you ask, a bit concerned

  He nods, “Yeah. You're not sick or anything….you're pregnant.”

   Everything around you goes silent as the weight of his words sink into you and your thoughts begin to spiral. I’m pregnant! Oh my god, I’m going to have Natashas baby! Oh god, how do we tell the team? Wait, does she even want children? Does she want them with me? What if this is too much for her so soon? What if she isn’t ready for this and decides to leave me?

   “Y/n?” Bruce calls and your eyes snap to him, “Is everything ok?”

   You answer despite your fears, “Y-yeah. Everythings fine.”

   He nods not believing you as your voice quivers, “You know I’ll have to inform Steve. And Fury.”

   “Yeah.” you reply, feeling your mouth go dry

   His hand gently rests on your knee, “Do you know who the other parent is?”

   “Yeah I do. I…I should go tell them.” you reply, quickly standing and practically bolting back to the redheads room

   You know Natashas back by now. And since she never keeps her door locked to you,  you don’t bother knocking. You simply burst into the room with your racing thoughts, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it.  But when you see her you freeze in your tracks and all thoughts leave you. 

   She wasn’t startled by you, she had heard you coming, but she was taken aback slightly by the way you entered her room. Still when she turns to face you she can’t help the blush that settles across her cheeks upon seeing the way you're looking at her. She's guessing you hadn’t expected to find her like this.

  She's fresh out of the shower. Her tousled hair is still slightly damp as she stands there completely bare before you, and though it's a sight you've seen before, it will always have this effect on you. As your eyes continue to drink her in, she smirks at you.

   “A picture would last longer.” 

   Your mind quickly comes back to you, “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare, I just-  wow you're beautiful.”

   She laughs and the blush on her cheeks deepens, “Thank you detka(baby)”

   You dumbly nod as she walks over to you. Her arms loop around your neck and pull you closer, allowing her to capture your lips with her own. You quickly lose yourself in her embrace, and as your mind goes hazy you nearly forget all about the news you received while with Bruce.

   Finally she pulls away from you, chuckling as your lips chase after yours. You huff in faux annoyance and she smiles at you, before winking and walking back over to her closet so she can continue finding herself an outfit. You shake your head at her and walk over to take a seat on her bed.

   “So, is everything ok?” she asks, putting on a pair of jeans

   You swallow harshly and your eyes glue themselves to her bedroom door. She immediately notices your lack of response and quickly finishes pulling on her shirt. Her worried gaze fixes itself on you as she makes her way over to you.

   “Y/n?” she asks, taking a seat beside you. She gently grabs your chin and brings your face to look at her, “Detka(baby), you're scaring me. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

   You manage to shake your head, “I- I…damn it, why is this so hard?”

   “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here, I’m with you. And I’m not going anywhere.” she admits and the gentleness in her tone is enough to make tears build in your eyes, but this only seems to worry her further

    “I’m not sick Tasha. I’m…I’m pregnant” Her eyes widen at your statement and her loss for words makes you ramble, “I know we didn’t plan this, hell we never even talked about it- ”

   “We’re gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mama.” Natasha finally says, which calms you. And then she smiles wider than you've ever seen her smile before

   Despite her reaction, anxiety still grips you and you find yourself needing to ask, “Is…is that ok?

   “Yes! Yes, of course!” She replies, quickly engulfing you in a hug, “Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted, 

   You tightly wrap your arms around her, “I love you, Tasha”

   “I love you too, I love you so much!” she exclaims, bringing her forehead to rest against yours, “I'm not letting you out of my sight from now on.”

   You chuckle, “I can take care of myself, love. You know that.

   “I do.” she nods, “But now that you're with our baby, I absolutely can not and will not risk losing you.”

   Suddenly the AI is interrupting your soft and vulnerable moment with your girlfriend, “Miss Y/ln, Captain Rogers is requesting your presence in the conference room.”

   “Tell him I’ll be right there.” you request before looking back at the Russian, “He’ll want to talk to me about this whole situation and me needing leave.”

   She nods, pursing her lips for a moment in thought, “Can I come with you? I’d like to be by your side so you know, so Steve knows, and so everybody else knows that you aren’t alone in this.”

   “You don’t care about the team knowing?”

   “No” she shakes her head, “Not anymore. I know I love you. I know you love me. And now we're having a baby together. Whatever they think of that, and us, it doesn’t matter in comparison”

   You smile brightly, “Lets not keep Steve waiting then.”

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 36

Happy New Years, my loves! 🍾🎉 Wanted to start out the year with an update. It's hard to believe that this will be the final year of IDBTWY. I have several parts written out and I'm working on the remaining handful. Regular updates will be coming soon. I can't wait to share the rest of this story with you! Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 15,683

It had been just over a month since Azriel’s return home and the two had been inseparable. Elain had thought that after their sexcapade, the desire, the need for him would have lessened, but once again, she found that she was incredibly wrong in her assumption.

They had just finished a second round for the evening on the couch after having a go on the kitchen counter. Azriel was still buried to the hilt, deep inside her as they fought to catch their breath when his phone started to ring.

Sliding a hand around her upper back to hold her close, he leaned over to snatch the device from the ground where it landed when it was knocked off the armrest.

Elain whimpered at the pull from his cock on her sensitive center. She had ridden him hard and fast tonight and was now feeling the effects of that ride.  

“Easy, my love,” he murmured, kissing her hair.

She pressed her face into his neck, snuggling into his embrace, and inhaled his scent. Sweat mixed with midnight mist and cedar. It was so intoxicatingly him that it made her throb between her thighs; body practically begging to be wound up again.

His noise of concern had her pulling back to glance at his face, but found his eyes on his phone screen, lips drawn into a frown. “It’s your sister.” 

Elain twisted her head to see which sister’s name appeared on the screen, but he already clicked answer and put the call on speaker.

“Hi, Feyre.”

Her sister’s cheerful voice filled the living room. “Hi, Az! Did I catch you at a bad time?”

They both looked down between their naked bodies to where his already re-hardening cock was still seated in her warm, wet pussy.

Elain had to bury her face into his shoulder to keep herself from laughing as Azriel said, “Not quite. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know that the painting you purchased for your office is finished; however, I was hoping to show it at a gallery at the end of next week. Would it be okay to deliver it a few weeks from now?”

A painting? Elain didn’t know he had bought something new from her sister—though it shouldn’t have surprised her either. Az had Feyre’s artwork all over the place.

“Yes, of course, that’s fine.”

“Oh, great! Thank you! I wanted it to be the centerpiece of the show. Do you and Elain want to come?”

Golden amber eyes met hers.

When? She mouthed at him.

“When and what time?” he asked her.

“It’s next Friday at seven. The usual place.”

Feyre had her own gallery now that she was a world-famous artist. She hosted all her showings there; had paintings constantly on display and for sale. It made Elain so happy to see her little sister go from painting on their dressers to painting for celebrities. Her work went for thousands. Sometimes more.

Returning to the conversation at hand, she did her mental calendar in her head, running through her shift schedule, and nodded.

“Yeah, I think we can make that,” Az told Feyre.

“Yay! I’m so happy to hear it. Okay, well, that’s all I needed to ask you. Thanks, Az!”

Elain held up her finger at him. “Hey, Feyre!” she called.

Seemingly startled by her sister’s voice, she stuttered, “Y—yes? Hi Elain. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were there.”

Azriel, deeming himself done with the conversation, attached his lips to her neck and gently sucked at the skin.

It made it difficult to concentrate on her sister, but Elain focused. “It’s fine. Hey, what’s the attire for this gallery?”

“Semi-formal typically.”

She sighed. “I figured. I have nothing to wear unless I pull out the same dress again.”

That made Azriel stop his ministrations to look at her, but before he could say anything, Feyre beat him to it.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to go to lunch with Nesta and me this weekend. Maybe we can go dress shopping and make a day of it? Are you off shift?”

Elain blinked, startled by the invite. The sisters hadn’t done things together in years, not like this. Lunch and shopping? That was something Feyre did with Mor.

Azriel placed his hand on her the base of her throat, letting his thumb swoop over her skin in a soothing gesture, just giving her the notion of his presence.

“Um, yeah. That sounds great.”

“Perfect. I’ll text Nesta and confirm. Thanks, guys. Oh, and next time, feel free to just let me go to voicemail so I’m not interrupting you.”

Elain’s face went as red as a tomato. “What?”

Her sister snorted. “Please. I know when I’m disturbing two people in the middle of that. You could’ve just called me back when you were finished.”

“Feyre!” she hissed.

Azriel leaned his head down to brush his mouth over her fluttering pulse. He licked her skin, tugging it between his lips.

She had to fight the moan working its way up her throat. Her toes curled in pleasure.

A scoff. “I can hear him sucking on you right now.”

“She’s not wrong,” Az breathed.

“Azriel!”

“Gross. On that note. I’m hanging up. I’ll text next time. Bye, you two. Have fun.”

The line went dead.

Az tossed his phone back onto the ground, latching his mouth around her nipple.

“You’re a scoundrel,” Elain murmured, fingers sliding into his hair.

He smiled against her breast, sucking deeply. “Would you like me to stop,” he asked, biting down lightly on the tip.

She groaned, head falling back and allowing her golden-brown hair to cascade down her back. “You better fucking not.”

Chuckling, Azriel continued to worship her until they were both utterly exhausted and fell asleep tangled in bed later that evening.

~~~~~

Elain was finishing up getting ready for her shopping trip. She pulled out a deep blue sweater dress that had been sitting in her closet for the last couple of years, and a pair of black ankle boots. It was perfect for the fall season, even if it was a little old—it was comfortable. And easy to slip on and off when they were trying things on.

She wasn’t sure how today was going to go. Elain hadn’t been shopping with her sisters in years. Actually, not since high school when she went looking for a prom dress. Nesta had been less than enthused the entire time and Feyre was just excited to have been invited. The whole experience was an ordeal, to say the least.

Azriel was in the kitchen as she made her way downstairs, a cup of coffee resting in his palm. He was reading what looked like a stack of papers, likely for work when he glanced up and smiled at her. “You look lovely, Elain.”

She peeked down at herself, face blushing. “Thank you, Az.”

He got up, coming over to her to brush a kiss on her cheek. Reaching into his back pocket, he slipped out his wallet and handed her a sleek-looking black credit card.

Elain glanced between the outstretched piece of plastic and his face. “What are you doing?”

“Take this. I want to buy your dress.”

She looked at the card like it had personally offended her. “I can’t just take your credit card, Azriel.”

He raised an unimpressed brow. “Why not?”

“Because!” she stated though she didn’t elaborate.

Az sighed. “Look, I know how Feyre and Nesta shop and they’re going to hit places that you would probably never step foot into because that’s not how you would spend your money. I’m not telling you to go on a five-thousand-dollar shopping spree—though you could if you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind if you did—but I want you to take my card and use it for whatever you want to buy today.”

Oh gods, this man. Still, Elain hesitated. “What if you need this today?” she tried.

He scoffed. “I have five others with varying lines of credit still in my wallet. I’ll manage without it.”

She blinked, mouth opening in disbelief. Good lord! She knew Az had money, but coming to terms with the reality of it still sometimes struck her like a slap to the face.

“Please, El. I want you to do this. You deserve to treat yourself to something nice.”

Damn him. She rolled her eyes. “Is it really treating myself if you’re paying for it?” she asked, finally taking the card from his fingers.

An arrogant smirk toyed on his lips. “Would you like me to put you on the account so you’ll technically be paying for it?”

Elain poked him in the chest. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The thought of having access to that kind of money made her head spin. She would really be a gold digger if she even remotely allowed it.

“Don’t,” he said, voice going cold. “Don’t fucking call yourself those names. I can see the words on your face.” Azriel stepped into her space, crowding her until she had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. “This isn’t about the money, Elain. That’s not what this relationship is about. Stop letting what he said control this.” He took her hand and cradled it against his chest. “Our relationship is more than that. Our love is more than that. I know it, you know it. Forget what others may think and remember that. I hate that you even consider those thoughts about yourself.”

He was right and she knew it. Elain hated that she let Graysen’s words manipulate how she viewed herself, and her dynamic with Azriel for so long when she knew how wrong it was. Their bond was formed from history. From the hurdles they conquered together. And from a love that she had never seen before. Not in books or movies, real life or make-believe. Nothing had ever compared to what she had with Azriel. And that should’ve been her first clue that those words couldn’t touch her.

So, she took a deep breath, pulled them from the innermost parts of her heart where they had been sitting since he spat them at her, and breathed them out. Out of her heart, out of her soul, out of her life.

Elain slid her palm up his chest to curve it around his nape, rising on her tiptoes so she could bring his head down for a slow, sweet kiss. One he reciprocated in kind. It was a gentle, brush of lips. Nothing to set her skin on fire, but it did make her heart pound in her chest. “You’re right,” she admitted, thumb sweeping over his jaw. “I have been living with his words as a brand on my skin for too long and it was time to let it go. Thank you, Az. I needed to hear that.”

He nudged his nose into hers affectionately. “I just want you happy, Elain.”

“I am happy. You make me happy. So incredibly happy. Don’t think that you don’t.” She kissed him again, feeling the need to reassure him that she was as blissfully content with him and this relationship as she claimed.

His palms spread across her back, holding her to him, and he likely would’ve pushed it further had the elevator doors not pinged open revealing her sisters, Cerridwen, and Fenrys.

They broke apart, but Az kept a firm arm snaked around her waist, holding her flush against him.

“Jesus Christ,” Feyre muttered. “I got the audible version the other night and now I get to see the live-action?”

Her boyfriend shot the younger Archeron a glare. “Seems fitting since I got quite a view of your video production.”

“You what?” Nesta exclaimed.

Elain was just as bewildered.

Feyre’s cheeks reddened. “That was supposed to remain a secret,” she hissed. Those blue eyes turned on her. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to end things with him?”

She felt Azriel tense beside her.

But Elain just patted his chest. “No, I’m afraid not. I’m quite taken with him.”

He relaxed slightly, kissing the top of her head.

“Before I hear any more horror stories of my sisters and my brothers-in-law, can we go now?” Nesta demanded, already heading back for the elevator.

She turned to him, wanting to reassure him over Feyre’s comment. “It was a joke, what she said.” Elain kept her voice low to not let the others overhear her.

“I know. Just took me a bit by surprise.” His face turned a bit devious. “Do me a favor, pay for lunch today on that card.”

Elain raised a brow. “Why?”

“It’s my petty revenge on Nesta. She hates when I swoop in and buy dinners and shit.”

She crossed her arms. “And why are you exacting petty revenge on my older sister, dare I ask?”

He chuckled. “The year that they snuck around in high school…Cash and I shared a bedroom wall—”

“Stop!” Elain held up a hand. “That’s enough. I’ll buy lunch.”

Laughing, he descended upon her for another stolen kiss. “Have fun. Call me if you have any issues. Love you.”

She pulled from his arms. “Love you too.”  

~~~

“Tell me again why we have two bodyguards with us?” Nesta asked as they perused one of the shops in the mall. They had to drive into Hewn City to hit some of the larger, more fashion-forward, high-end stores.

The Hewn family came from very old money. The original settlers in the area named it after themselves—because of course they would. Since then, they’ve built it up into a bustling, glittering city. And while the family itself no longer technically owned the land, they still held power and sway in the politics and policies of its citizens. The fact that Elias was one of them and Az was merged with them when he built his empire still sometimes rattled her brain.

He had explained some of it to her not that long ago, giving her a very brief overview of the Mob life and power hold. Elain had deemed it necessary for her to have this information since they were together, and Az was quick to agree.

But she had to give it to the Hewn family. They knew how and where to put their money.

Azriel had also been one hundred percent right about the types of places that her sisters would be shopping in. They were completely out of her comfort zone price-wise, but she didn’t dare voice that out loud. Instead, she searched for discount racks, which turned out, there were none.

Elain glanced in her elder sister’s direction. “They’re just to provide security.” She and Az had discussed having them tag along for this shopping trip. If they were sticking to Velaris, then he agreed that they’d be okay to go alone. But Hewn City was just over an hour away and Azriel was hesitant about not having any sort of security precautions around.

“A rumor has spread about you in the underworld,” he had told her. “Of your existence. I’m assuming it’s Elias starting shit and nothing has come of it, but Hewn is out of my territory—”

“Your territory?” she raised a brow.

“Yes, where my word is law. Someone gets a whiff of three Archerons entering the city of Hewn alone…I’m almost afraid to think of what they might attempt.”

The statement left her reeling. His word was law. She supposed she should get used to that given she was dating the head of a Mob. Jesus. That’s not a sentence Elain thought she’d ever say to herself. “Why don’t you come with us?”

He trailed his fingers over her bare back. “My presence invites challenge. While I would prefer to be there over sending somebody, I may draw attention to you that I would rather avoid if possible. Plus, this is supposed to be a shopping trip for you and your sisters, and I would like to try and keep that as normal as possible.”

They had agreed to limit the information they shared with her sisters unless it was deemed necessary. Therefore, just a security precaution and not because she could already be being watched.

The thought made her skin crawl.

Fenrys noticed her shiver and moved a bit closer to her.

“It is a bit weird,” Feyre admitted, glancing at the golden blond male trailing behind them, Cerridwen a step to the side.

She slid a hanger to the side, found a dress that had potential, looked at the price tag, cringed, and kept browsing. “You get used to it.”

In truth, both Fenrys and Cerridwen—and their siblings—had become friends with her. She enjoyed their company, so their presence today didn’t bother her. She’d gotten used to having them follow her around.

“How about this, Elain?” Nesta called, holding out a stunning white gown. It had one long sleeve, the other cuffed with a deep V-neck. The dress was slit up to what looked like mid-thigh, perhaps higher, but what made this dress truly unique was the train that secured around her wrist of the short sleeved-side. No embellishments. No glitter. Just a satin finish.

It really was gorgeous and Elain hated having to check the price tag. She nearly choked at the four-digit number.

Feyre stepped up beside her. “Oh, that’s lovely. You would look gorgeous in that.”

“I can’t.”

Her sisters just stared at her. “What do you mean? At least try it on,” Nesta encouraged.

“The price…it’s too much.” Fuck, this was uncomfortable.

Nesta’s arms lowered slightly. “Correct me if I’m wrong but did I not see you putting a black credit card into your wallet before we left? That’s not yours, now, is it?”

Her face blushed. “Well, no. It’s Azriel’s.”

“And why did he give you his credit card, Elain?”

If she didn’t know any better, she would have guessed that a secret conversation happened behind her back at how well her sister guessed her hesitancy. But she knew Az would never betray her confidence like that. “To buy a dress,” she whispered.

“And did he give you a limit on what you could spend?” she asked, knowing very well that he didn’t—wouldn’t.

Elain crossed her arms. “You know I really hate when you use your lawyer shit on me.”

Her elder sister smirked. “Suck it up. Now take the damn dress and go try it on.”

Feyre was trying to hide her laughter behind her palm.

Grumbling, she snatched the dress and stormed off to the changing rooms. Stripping out of her clothes, Elain slipped on the white gown, somehow managing to zip it up on her own—though not without struggle—she’d have to ask Azriel to help her with it if she bought the damn thing.

If.

But when she looked at herself in the mirror, Elain felt the control to refuse such an expensive piece of clothing snap.

Because she looked beautiful. Utterly and completely beautiful. “Wow,” she breathed, twisting and turning for a full-body view. The open back would require her to go braless, not that that was an issue. Nor would her boyfriend mind, who loved to get his hands all over the bare skin of her back. The thought had her biting back a grin.

“Elain!” Feyre called. “Get your cute butt out here.”

She rolled her eyes, but opened the door and stepped out.

Both of her sisters gaped at her, neither saying a word. Her eyes fluttered to Fenrys behind them, also blatantly staring at her, then to Cerridwen who was beaming.

Finally, Nesta snapped out of her reverie. “You look stunning, Ellie.”

Her cheeks heated at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Azriel is going to lose his mind with you in that dress,” Feyre stated, shifting closer to get a better view. She swept a hand over her sleeved arm, admiring the fabric that fit her sensuous curves like a second layer of skin. “Honestly, if you make it to my show at all, I will be surprised.”

Fenrys let out a choking sound, trying and failing to hide his blushing face. “I’m just going to do a quick sweep,” he murmured and darted away.

The girls chuckled at his retreating figure.

“I think he’s attracted to you,” Nesta announced, eyeing him through the clothing racks.

Elain blanched. “What are you—no he’s not!”

She only raised a brow. “Sure. Just make sure Azriel doesn’t catch wind of it because he won’t like his employee sniffing around you.”

Her stomach tightened at her older sister’s words. There was no way Fenrys had any feelings for her. And even if he did, he wouldn’t act on them nor would he make things inappropriate for Azriel to have to step in and do something about it…right?

She worried on her bottom lip, so lost in her train of thoughts that it took Feyre calling her name again for her head to snap out of it. “What?”

“I asked if you were going to get the dress,” her sister said again, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Oh.” Elain ran her hands down the bodice of the gown and sighed. “Yes, I’m going to get it.” Damn them and their expensive taste.

“Excellent,” they said together.

Redressed in her blue sweater dress and boots, Elain carried the gown up to the register while the others hung back and waited for her to make her purchase. “Hello,” she greeted the employee who just looked her over with disdain. Immediately, she felt her skin prickle, like she was being judged. Her smile fell.

“Can I help you?” the woman demanded, voice hostile enough that she nearly flinched.

But she wouldn’t let her see how badly it affected her and simply glanced at the dress still sitting on the counter. “I’m trying to purchase the dress here.” Elain kept her voice carefully neutral, digging into the role, the mask that she’d often seen Az wear as she pulled out the black credit card and placed it on the counter next to the gown.

Again, those blue eyes swept over her from head to toe, taking in the dress that was years old, out of current style, and off a sales rack from Target. But Elain kept her back straight, head held high, and took the weight of that assessing gaze.

Scrutiny radiated from the woman like an awful stench. “I’m sorry. But this dress is very expensive and we don’t have anything else for you.”

Disbelief and shock warred in her mind. Did she walk straight into a scene from Pretty Woman? Elain felt the others’ attention had turned on her and the conversation at hand. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but like hell would she let this woman talk to her like this. And she knew that if Azriel were here, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.

No, they’d probably be offering him champagne while he shopped. Well, she supposed it was time to see just how far that name went.

So, Elain leaned on her elbows, slid the card forward, and asked, “Who’s name is on that card?”

The woman huffed but looked down, turning the card to get a good view. Her eyes shot to Elain’s, glanced back down at the card, and returned to her, regret simmering there.

She smiled sinisterly at her. “My boyfriend,” she emphasized the word and took some sick satisfaction in watching as the woman blanched, realizing she fucked up, “gave me his card to buy whatever I wanted. Now, I didn’t want to spend an atrocious amount in your fucked up, pretentious little store, but I really liked this dress. So,” her eyes narrowed on the nametag she wore, “Lauren, how about you go ahead and ring this up so we can all just move on with our lives? Sound good?” She cocked her head to the side, golden brown locks falling off her shoulder.

“Apo—apologies, miss. I didn’t—”

“No,” Elain interrupted. “You didn’t. You looked at me and judged me based on what I had on. It is incredibly disrespectful and you should feel shameful for it.”

The woman swallowed hard. “Is Mr. Knight here?”

What? What does that have to do with anything? “No, he’s not.”

She sighed. “I’m afraid I can’t process this without him present since the card is in his name.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me?” Elain hissed.

“It’s a store policy to prevent fraud.”

A second presence appeared at her side and she turned to see Cerridwen slap her ID down. “Charge it to Mr. Knight’s personal account. Cerridwen Wraith. I’m on the account.”

Elain gaped at her.

She merely shrugged. “If he wants to pay for your dress today, he’s going to.”

“Is this why he sent you with Fenrys rather than both of the Moonbeams? Not that I don’t love having you here, but splitting the siblings caught me by surprise.”

Cerridwen laughed. “Indeed it was. He had concerns there might be issues with you using the card and he’s got accounts with some of the larger stores here. I often will come to buy things for him. So, both Nuala and I are on his accounts.”

“You do too much for him,” she laughed.

A cleared throat caught her attention and she returned her gaze to the employee behind the counter. She handed her the garment bag as Cerridwen slid her ID and the receipt into her wallet. “Apologies again, Miss—um, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

Elain hung the bag over her arm. “I didn’t give it.” She narrowed her eyes at the sales clerk. Given the conversation she and Az had about her identity coming out in the underworld, and her current location in Hewn’s territory, Elain felt that perhaps she needed to take a few extra steps to ensure that she remain confidential. “My boyfriend is a very powerful man and values his and my privacy. I highly recommend you keep this little incident and me to yourself, lest you want somebody else to pay you a visit to ensure that it does. They won’t be as generous as I was, especially because of the disrespect you showed me today.”

The woman’s light face went even paler at the underlying threat.

“Good day to you.”

Fenrys was instantly at her side, guarding her back as they made their way from the store.

“What the fuck was that?” Nesta hissed as soon as they stepped outside.

Elain just looked at her. “What?”

“What you just said in there to her…that’s not you, Elain.”

She whirled on her sister. “So, I’m just supposed to let her speak to me in that condescending tone like you’re doing right now?”

Both Fenrys and Cerridwen stepped back, giving them space and privacy, though she knew they could still overhear the entire conversation.

Those blue-grey eyes went lethal. “It wasn’t the first part I was referring to; it was the last. The threat. That wasn’t you, that’s something Azriel would do.” Twice today—that was now twice today that both of her sisters made a snarky comment about her relationship with Az or voiced an opinion she did not ask for and Elain had had enough.

“Do not think, for one second, that you have any idea about him or us,” she snarled. “What you see, what he allows you to see is barely the tip of the iceberg. You do not know him and you do not know us.” She decided that her sisters needed just a glimpse of how deep the threat of being with Azriel went in order to understand this. What her motive was. “Wanting our privacy is not just because of his wealth. There are eyes everywhere, watching him. Watching me. Word is out and we are trying to keep it as low-key as possible. So, yes, when people find out about us, we take steps to ensure that they understand the consequences of them further adding to the mix of rumors.”

Feyre reached out a hand and gently placed it on Elain’s arm. “It must be a bit scary to constantly feel like somebody has their eyes on you all the time. And I understand why you guys feel the need to do what you do. You live a different life from us—sometimes I think we forget that.” Her blue eyes cut to her eldest sister. “Don’t we Nesta?”

Her older sister looked at her warily. “What kind of eyes are watching you?”

“Dangerous ones. And we are not in a territory where Azriel holds a lot of sway. Yes, his name is still recognizable, is still a threat, but these are not his streets.”

She blew out a breath. “I admit that your being with him brings me concern. Elain, when you were kidnapped, I never felt fear like that. And I’m not going to lie to you, I do hold Azriel at least partially responsible—”

“That’s not fair—”

“Let me finish,” Nesta said sternly. “I hold him partially responsible because I knew once you were back in his life, he wouldn’t be able to stay away. I’m not oblivious to his doings, Elain. When Az returned from overseas, he was different. He radiated this dark and dangerous essence, and I never wanted you to be sucked into that. But given your history with him, I knew there would be no turning back for either of you once you admitted your feelings.”

Nesta gripped her arms at the elbows. “I am so grateful that you’ve found your happiness, but I will always hold him accountable when shit goes down, Ellie. You are my sister first.”

She took a deep breath, trying to take in and understand the words her sister had said. “Look…I am not the younger sister you had to look after because mom died and dad decided to take to alcohol rather than care for his three daughters. I’m grateful you want to protect me, but you don’t get to do that for me anymore. I’m a big girl; I’ve been through hell and back, and I have found a man that respects, cherishes, and loves me more than I ever thought possible. I am okay, Nesta. I don’t need you looking out for me. I can handle myself.”

Her sister, not one typically for physical affection, grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry. That day I found you with Grayson, I promised myself that I would never let another man hurt you again, even if it was him. But I suppose that isn’t my decision to make for you. And I am relieved you found your happiness with Azriel. Please don’t ever doubt that.” She pulled back, those stormy blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I realized how true his intentions with you were when you went missing and I saw just how badly he went out of his mind with worry. He let you go because he loved you, and blamed himself for your abduction. And I knew, just knew, there was no going back for either of you at that point.”

Elain let out a small laugh. “I think it was even before that but trying to admit it to myself was a struggle.”

Nesta squeezed her shoulder. “I hope you can forgive me for my melding. I only want what’s best for you.”

She nodded. “Just allow me to make my own decisions from now on, and let us move forward.” Giving her sister another squeeze and a reassuring smile, she released her, stepping back.

“Now that that is out of the way, how about we go have lunch? I’m hungry,” Feyre announced, clearly trying to get them back on a more normal playing field.

“Lunch sounds great. Where do you want to go?” she asked.

They ended up at a small café, spending a good hour there eating and chatting. Despite the earlier conversation, Elain felt like they were normal sisters. Perhaps the truth weighing on Nesta needed to come out for her to finally open up and feel comfortable with them again. And even though it had hurt her to know that Nesta hadn’t approved of her and Az getting together, it also made her realize that there was nothing that could’ve prevented that from happening.

Not their siblings.

Not the threats against Azriel and her from other Mobs.

Nothing.

Whether it was fate or the Mother or some other god, something in the universe decided he was hers and she was his and nothing would ever change that. So, Elain let go of the pain that came from Nesta’s confession and worked toward building something new with her and Feyre. Something stronger.

Something they never had before.

~~~

They hit one more store next to the café before heading back to Velaris, and the only reason she wanted to go inside was because of the very sexy bodysuit on the mannequin in the display window. It would be perfect for the next visit to the club.

Elain was in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse, the garment bag on one arm and the shopping bag on the other. Thankfully, the bodysuit was much less expensive and the store had no qualms about taking Azriel’s card. Though, she’d be glad to give it back to him. Having it sitting in her purse made her a bit nervous. Not because she wanted to use it, but to lose it. Elain checked for it at least four times just to make sure it was still sitting snugly in its little pocket in her wallet.

The doors pinged open and she stepped out. “Az?” she called out, setting her stuff on the counter and fumbling with her purse to pull out the piece of plastic. She knew he was home, his car sitting in the garage was the first indicator, but he would’ve texted her if he had to leave.

Footsteps padded down the hallway and then he appeared from around the corner. The sight of him nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. He came to her, tugging her into his arms, and kissed her. “Hi, baby.”

She beamed up at him. “Hi, there. I missed you.”

A boyish smile tugged on his lips. “Yeah? Can’t get enough of me?”

“Never,” she breathed, rising on her tiptoes to press her lips to his again.

His chuckle in her mouth sent shivers running down her spine. “What’d you get?” he asked, looking at the two bags on the counter.

“Well, I did find a dress. Wasn’t even on sale or anything.” Az laughed at that. “And I found something for the next time we go to your club.”

Those thick, dark brows shot into his hairline. “Now you have me curious,” he told her, reaching for the small, pink bag.

But Elain expected this and lightly smacked the top of his hands, clicking her tongue. “I don’t think so. You’ll get to see it the next time we go and not a moment before.”

“Tease,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her lips again. Leaning an elbow against the counter he asked her, “So, do you want to tell me about what happened with the card?”

She blinked up at him, face paling. “Who told you?”

The corner of his mouth curled up. “Nobody. I get notifications when something is charged to my account there,” he nodded toward the white garment bag. “Which tells me that something must’ve happened with the card.”

Her hand splayed on the plastic, rubbing it between two fingers absentmindedly.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Not really,” she admitted, ducking her head. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment from the whole disaster that occurred at the fancy, schmancy retailer.

Scarred fingers tucked under her chin to lift her gaze to his. “Elain…” he encouraged in that deep baritone that melted her insides and made her weak in the knees.

She sighed. “Honestly, the whole thing was awful.”

“Tell me.”

Elain swallowed the lump in her throat, the ache of what she had to push down while she was belittled and degraded by that employee. She launched into a brief overview of what had happened, telling him what the woman had said to her, how she had judged her based on what she was wearing, and she watched the emotions flutter across his face. The most prominent of them being utter wrath. “It was humiliating to have her stand there and judge me like that. And the only reason she stopped is because of you.”

He looked taken aback. “Me? What did I do?”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “I may have flashed your name on the card and informed her that you were my boyfriend. She did a complete one-eighty after that, realizing she had well and truly fucked up.” His thumb stroked the side of her neck in a soothing gesture. “Afterwards, she asked if you were there because there’s apparently a store policy that they require an ID verification for the purchase. That was when Cerridwen swooped in with hers and charged it to your account—I hope that was okay.”

Az tugged her into his chest, burying his face into her hair. “You know it was more than all right, El. I’m sorry you had to experience that today. Frankly, I’m about ready to drive down there myself to give them a piece of my mind and close my account with them.”

Her eyes widened, but he kept going before she could say anything.

“But I know you wouldn’t like me doing that. Though, I guarantee nothing about the account closure. I don’t typically purchase much with them and after this, I don’t want to do business there again at all.”

Elain sighed. “I guess I can’t say I blame you there.” She swiped the plastic card off the counter and held it out for him. “Here.”

Those amber-colored eyes glanced down at her outstretched hand and back up to her face. “Keep it.”

“Az…”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Just for emergencies. You don’t have to use it for anything else.”

She crossed her arms. “Okay, say I even remotely considered this—what am I supposed to do if I get ID’d again and I’m using your card? This is asking for trouble.”

Azriel rubbed the back of his head in a gesture that told her he had already thought about this question and had a solution for it. “Well, what if I made you an authorized user on that line of credit? Because then you would get a card with your name on it.”

Her eyes went as large as saucers.

“Now, before you freak out because I can see it coming, this does not mean you’re on the account. It just authorizes you to use it, say for emergencies.”

She narrowed those brown irises. “That’s a technicality!”

The corner of his lips quirked up. “Perhaps, but I still think it’s a good idea. Just in case something happens to me and you need money to pay for something quick.”

“What’s going to happen to you?” she worried.

His fingers brushed over her cheek. “Nothing is happening to me. But it’s always good to be prepared should something occur.”

Her chest tightened. “You say that like you’ve recently made adjustments.”

“I have. I readjusted my will when you were kidnapped.” He paused, letting the statement hang between them. “As of right now, you’re set up to obtain half of all my personal assets.”

Elain’s knees gave out and only his quick reaction prevented her from hitting the ground. “I need to sit down,” she breathed. Half of his assets. Half! She didn’t want to even consider the total amount that would be. Her heart pounded behind her ribcage. “Why would you do that?” she asked when he finally got her into one of their dining room chairs.

Azriel knelt in front of her, hands on her thighs. “Because I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, even if I didn’t make it out of that warehouse, love. And I still want to make sure of it. Now that we’re officially together, I’d like you to become my sole beneficiary.”

She couldn’t breathe. It was like this incredible weight had collected on her chest.

“El, baby. I need you to take a breath before you start to hyperventilate.” He inhaled deeply, helping to match hers to his. “Good. Keep following me.”

After a few minutes of silent breathing, Azriel leaned forward to kiss her brow. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything drastic now about the will. We can come back to that, but I would like you to be open about it. The authorized user bit, I do have that option ready for you to sign if you want to do that now. If you want to think about it some more, that’s fine too.”

She placed her hands on top of his. “That’s a lot to take in.” He flipped his palms up to squeeze her fingers. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me, Azriel, I really do, but that was just a lot to think about.” Her thumbs stroked over his. “Maybe we do baby steps for this too,” she murmured. “What do I need to sign for the authorization form?”

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to think about it if you want to take some time.”

Elain nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Grinning, Az rose and took a seat next to her, pulling his phone from his pocket. “It’s just an electronic signature.” A few taps on the screen and he was sliding the phone on the table towards her.

She glanced through the document—it was a fairly simple thing. No credit was pulled. He just literally put down her name, a few pieces of basic contact information, and that was it. Taking a deep breath, Elain signed her name using her fingertip. “Just for emergencies,” she told him.

A smirk. “Yes, emergencies,” he reassured her, kissing her pert nose and taking the phone back to send off the document. He twisted towards her, leaning his chin on his fist. “I do have to go to the club tonight. I’m meeting somebody there to discuss some business.”

Elain raised a brow. “What kind of business?”

He took her hand in his; let his thumb brush over her knuckles. “Nothing serious. Just somebody who has some information that I need.”

Her head cocked. “Am I privy to this information?”

Az chuckled, kissing the pack of her palm. “I have a network of spies that collect information for me. I’ve been having them look into who started the gossip about us and what they’re planning to do with it.”

“I thought you were under the assumption that it was Elias who started that rumor?”

“I am, but assumptions should always be verified.”

Well, that made sense. She glanced at the pink bag still sitting on the counter. “Can I go with you?”

He blinked, hesitating.

“I don’t have to go into the meeting with you, but just to the club.” She traced over a line of scars on his palm. “Maybe we can go to dinner tonight and then head to the club. I can just wait at the bar while you do your thing.” Elain dragged her nail up the inside of his wrist, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in her wake. “Perhaps dance a little. And afterward…” she let her voice trail off.

Azriel hooked a foot around the leg of her chair, dragging her closer. “And afterward?” he encouraged, leaning forward to nip at her earlobe.

A sweet sigh escaped her lips. “I might let you get a full view of the little outfit I purchased today.”

His lips skated down the column of her throat. “I’d rather get a view of you with it off,” he murmured huskily, sucking on the juncture of her shoulder.

“Hmm?” she breathed. “I think that can be arranged.”

Growling, Azriel scooped her out of her chair and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom for a little preview of what was to come later that evening.

~~~~~

Azriel thought he had died and gone to heaven that night when Elain came down the stairs in her little outfit. The outfit nearly brought him to his knees. Because that little outfit was a skintight bodysuit, sucked up to the succulent curves of her waist, her breasts. A V-shaped cutout sat on her bust showing off miles of her ample cleavage. And even with her high-waisted jeans, the suit was cut high enough up on her hips to show just the smidge of skin to make his mouth physically water. Paired with those damn heels he wanted her to wear while he devoured her on the god’s forsaken piano, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Ethereal. Alluring.

If he didn’t know any better, he would say she looked positively appetizing.

She had flashed him a little smirk, the fucking minx, shrugged on a leather jacket since it was sleeveless and it was cold as fuck outside, grabbed his hand, and tugged him towards the elevator—because apparently, they were still going out tonight even though he had no desire to eat anything other than the delectable thing standing in front of him.

So, Azriel had suffered through the last three hours in a semi-hard state and was now regretting the decision to meet with his informant because he was in no mood to deal with them.

Specifically, because Elain had done everything in her power to torment and torture him. Like at dinner, she’d somehow dropped a bit of cream sauce on her left breast from her fork. The little menace swiped it up with her finger and proceeded to suck the digit clean like it was his cock.

He considered himself a man of strong will, but everyone has their kryptonite. And well, Elain at dinner was his.

“Knock it off, Elain,” he growled.

She flashed him an innocent look, popping her finger from her mouth. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing.”

Again, a look of sweet innocence, but he could see a mix of something slightly sinister there. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A devious smile spread on her lips.

Only Az’s impeccable self-control kept him from fucking her on the table in the middle of the restaurant, other patrons be dammed.

Now, it was his turn to tease her as they strolled into his club. He swept his hands over her body, landing on her hips and guiding her towards the bar. She was to wait for him there while he dealt with his business, not wanting her to get too involved in it.

He sat her on one of the barstools, hands resting on her shoulders, and leaned down to brush his lips over the shell of her ear. “What do you want to drink?”

Her body shivered, but Elain was determined in her endeavors tonight as she reached back and gripped his thigh. Mouth parted, she tipped her head back to peer up at his face. “Tequila and Sprite,” she breathed.

Az smirked, knowing the effect he was having on her. He waved down Elide, who was working behind the bar that night. “Elain, you remember Elide? Elide—Elain.”

Elain smiled. “Of course. Good to see you again, Elide.”

The dark-haired beauty beamed. “You too, Elain. What can I get for you?”

A thumb stroked her neck. “She’ll have tequila and Sprite. And a whiskey for me, thanks.”

Elain tilted her head, giving him more access to her throat, that gorgeous, thick, golden-brown hair tumbling down the side of her body. She hummed under the machinations of his fingers.

Twisting her seat to face him, he pressed his lips to hers in a slow and sensual kiss. Stepping between her legs, he forced her jaw up to angle how he could claim her mouth, licking in and tangling his tongue with hers.

She pulled back, panting to catch her breath. “You’re peacocking.”

The words had him spluttering. “I’m what?”

A grin split her face. “Peacocking. Marking your territory. Making sure all the males here know I’m yours while you’re away—”

“Fuck yeah, you’re mine,” he growled, lowering his lips back to hers.

Elain’s giggle broke off into a heavenly sigh, her small hands clutching the sides of his jacket.

Two drinks clinked on the bar top, Elide offering them a sheepish smile. “Sorry for interrupting.”

Elain’s laugh was as lovely as she was. “Don’t fret. He’s peacocking before he runs upstairs for a meeting.”

“I’m not peacocking,” Az argued.

Elide wiped the counter off with a towel. “You’re most definitely peacocking.” She shot Elain a wink earning another giggle from his love, and how could he even continue to fight it when it produced such a beautiful sound from her?

“Fine, gang up on me.” He wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders and leaned down to brush a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to head up. I shouldn’t be long. Stay here, please.” He waved his finger over the drinks. “Elide, anything she wants, please.”

The woman nodded. “Of course. We’ll take care of her here.”

He plucked his drink from the counter, dropped another kiss on Elain’s plump lips, then made his way up the stairs to his private booth.

Azriel picked a spot on one of the large couches that gave him a perfect view of Elain at the bar. He’d only had a few sips of his drink before there was a knock at the door and it opened to reveal his informant. “Sit,” he said, motioning with his glass.

Ruhn parked himself in a spot across from Az. “Mr. Knight,” he murmured, voice deep and full of dark promise.

The man in front of him was as good-looking as he was deadly. Long hair shaved on the side, sleeve tattoos, piercings, a smoker. Everything that described a bad boy to young girls growing up. But he was good at what he did—extracting information from people discreetly. And non-discreetly when the need arose.

He was a male version of Manon.

Ruthless.

Bloodthirsty.

Cunning.

All qualities Azriel looked for in an informant. He needed somebody who wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty. And Ruhn—he wasn’t afraid to get dirty.

“Drink?” he asked.

A small, knowing smirk curled the corner of his mouth. “I’ll hit the bar on my way out. Curious about the pretty thing you’ve left sitting there.”

He kept his face carefully blank. “You will do well to stay far away from her.” The warning was implied in his tone of voice.

But Ruhn just laughed. “You asked me to look into who started the rumor about you two. I’m assuming that must be Elain considering you were just making out with her.” At his lack of amusement from the conversation, Ruhn leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Azriel,” he said, unafraid to call him by his name, “You know that I would never do anything to compromise you or her. You have my word that she is safe with me.”

The words were comforting. To know that he had yet another person in his corner to protect Elain. Because somewhere deep down, Azriel had a feeling he was going to need everything in his arsenal.

“Thank you, Ruhn.” He tipped his glass towards him. “What have you found?”

The other man sat back on the couch. “Your assumption about who started the rumor was correct. Elias Hewn went straight to the Illyrian Mob with information on you. They took him up the food chain to Nicklaus—”

“Not directly to Frankie?” he pondered, rubbing at his chin.

Ruhn stretched his long arm across the back of the couch. “Nick is Frankie’s second. He filters through all the information before anything gets to him. Typically anything going in wouldn’t even get to Nick for weeks. The fact that Elias got to him within an hour of showing up on their doorstep and not getting a bullet in his head means they’re desperate to break through your defenses.”

Azriel wasn’t sure if that prided him, or made him apprehensive. Nervous mobsters tended to act irrationally and people ended up dead. He took a sip of his whiskey.

The male across from him cocked his head to the side, long hair sliding off his shoulder. “I know that mob families clash and all, but this seems personal for you. And Elias knew exactly who to go to strike you the hardest. What are the Illyrians to you?”

It wasn’t common knowledge where Azriel came from. He buried that part of his past a long time ago. Kier knew, and passed that information on to Elias, clearly. His family knew and Elain did. The twins did, but they were also his right hands so they had to know. Other than that, he kept the information hidden from the world. But perhaps, Ruhn also needed to know—to better protect Elain and himself from the war that Elias was trying to bring upon them.

“Frankie and Nick are my biological brothers.”

Ruhn’s blue eyes went wide and he swore low and viciously. “Fuck, I knew you were Illyrian, but I didn’t think you were that Illyrian.”

“I don’t claim any part of that family. I broke free as a child and I will never look back.”

“I can’t say I blame you.”

Azriel set his drink down on the table between them. “What are they planning on doing with the information?” This was his worry. His brothers were fucking ruthless, vicious monsters. They took, tortured, and killed for pleasure. His hands were a prime example of that—and they were children when they did that to him. He wanted to keep Elain far away from that and them.

“Nothing as of yet. There’s been no word from Frankie or Nick about what they plan to do with that information. Rumors are circulating that Elias is chomping at the bit to get some action from them, but they’re holding their cards close to their chest. If I had to place a bet, I’d say Elias will act before they would. And he’ll end up dead for it either by your hand or by theirs.”

He snorted, glancing out the one-way glass towards the bar. “You’re not wr—” His heart stopped as he saw a man standing over Elain. He was on his feet in an instant, walking towards the window to get a better view, Ruhn a half second behind him.

“Do you know him?” he asked.

Azriel studied the man who was clearly trying to talk to Elain. “No, I don’t. Do you recognize him? Is he a part of the Illyrian Mob?” He read her body language and found nothing that indicated she was in any danger, or that she felt threatened. Az glanced further along the bar and saw Elide hovering close to where Elain sat.

“I don’t recognize him, but I don’t know everyone who’s a part of their mob. Too frat boy for the Illyrians.” Blue eyes turned to him. “Do you want me to handle it?”

The question was treacherous. Ruhn’s way of handling people usually ended up with them dead. And Azriel hadn’t quite decided whether this man deserved that fate yet. “No, but let’s head down there and see if that needs to be changed. Follow my lead.”

So, two of Velaris’s most dangerous males made their way down the stairs and were swallowed up by the crowd.

~~~~~

Elide bounced between serving patrons and chatting with her, and Elain realized that the two of them could likely become good friends if given the chance. She remembered seeing the harsh scarring on her ankle—knew she had her own demons and past like Elain did. Felt that they probably had a lot in common and wondered if Elide had any family or friends in the city. She’d have to ask Azriel about it.

A glass of water was set down in front of her. “You look a little flushed,” Elide smiled.

She chuckled. “Thanks. I forgot how warm it is in here. I am glad I left my jacket in the car though. It would’ve been sweltering with it on.”

“Hence why I’m always in a t-shirt,” she joked. Somebody down the bar called for her and she politely excused herself.

It had been about fifteen minutes since Azriel had disappeared and Elain figured he wouldn’t be gone much longer when a warm body sidled up next to her. She glanced up to find a man with sandy blond hair and startling blue eyes looking down at her.

He gave her a dashing smile, one that likely would’ve made her heart trip had she been twenty-two. He was young, probably younger than her, and desperately trying to show off some swagger. “Hello,” he cooed.

Elain raised a brow. “Hi,” she answered politely and turned back towards the bar, hoping to effectively dismiss him. But, she should’ve known he was a persistent type of man.

“I’m Zack,” he announced, holding out a hand for hers.

She twisted back towards him, giving him a charming smile. “Violet,” Elain said, taking his hand and shaking it.

Elide snorted, and then covered it with a cough.

Those blue eyes sparkled. “Violet. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Elain leaned her cheek on her fist. “Is that really the line you’re going with? Believe me, I’m no girl. And I’m not here alone. So, let me put you out of your misery before you attempt to woo me. My boyfriend will be back shortly.”

“Boyfriend?” He sounded surprised. “I’ve been watching you for the last ten minutes and you’ve sat here alone the whole time. So, tell me, Violet, what kind of boyfriend leaves their gorgeous woman,” he swapped words this time, emphasizing it in the inflection of his voice, “here at the bar alone for ten minutes. Free to be hit on by any random stranger, hmm?”

“One that has business to attend to,” she cocked her head slightly.

He snorted. “Sure, business. The only business I see is you, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flicked between his, read the hunger there that often presented itself in men that tried to pick up women. She wasn’t afraid of this man, not here. Not when she knew Azriel was watching this entire interaction. She’d felt his presence approach a few seconds ago as he lingered in the shadows, waiting to see when to intervene.

Before she could respond, Zack powered on.

“If I were your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

She drummed her fingers on her chin. “Sounds creepy.”

He chuckled like she wasn’t saying anything to get him to leave. “Believe me, gorgeous, what I could do to you, your body will be begging to keep me close.”

Elain leaned back in her seat, well aware that her boyfriend was close to breaking. “Take it from me, this body is plenty well-marked.”

“Let me tell you what I think, Violet,” he said, brazenly running a knuckle over her bare arm. Elain forced herself not to move, not as she saw Azriel behind the man stalk forward. “I think you should let a real man buy you a drink.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t need you to buy me a drink. Mine are on the house.”

That, finally, made him pause. “On the house? How?”

A mischievous grin lit her face. “Oh, didn’t I mention earlier that the boyfriend in question owned this club?”

Fingers gripped her wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but enough so to be an act of entitlement and force Azriel to his limit. “Who the fuck is your boyfriend?”

A large, scarred hand came down on Zack’s shoulder. “I am,” came his deep, dark, voice, edged in a little bit of violence. “And I suggest you take your hand off my girlfriend before I forceable remove it.”

Elain’s eyes sparkled at the sheer dominance in his tone. She crossed her legs, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Azriel.

The corner of his lips curved up just slightly, well aware of how turned on she was, but he refocused his attention on the blond.

His pale hand slipped off her wrist until Azriel was able to pull him back and stepped between her and him as a third body took his place. Elain had no idea who he was, but she was struck stupid by how dangerously beautiful he was. Dark, long hair, tattooed everywhere she could see, aside from his actual face, pierced, and with stunning blue eyes that nearly reminded her of Rhysand’s. They looked like they could’ve been distant cousins if she were being honest with herself.

She blinked, bringing herself back to the conversation—or argument, apparently—that was still going on.

“My associate will show you out.”

The other man gripped Zack by the shoulder, none the gentle, and hauled him away.

Elain watched him get dragged away, still arguing, before turning on her boyfriend. “Azriel,” she hissed. “Who was that?”  

He brushed a knuckle over her rounded cheek. “My informant.”

“Does he have a name?”

Fingers stroked down her throat. “Not here, he doesn’t.”

She knew what he meant; that he couldn’t volunteer that information while they were publicly exposed like this.

A grin passed over his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Violet, huh?”

Elain’s mouth quirked up into a devious smile. “He never specified which name he wanted from me.”

A deep, seductive rumble emanated from Azriel’s chest. A laugh that had her toes curling in her shoes. “So devious,” he murmured, lips caressing the shell of her ear and making her shudder. “Dance with me?”

Setting her drink on the bar, Elain let herself be pulled off the barstool and tugged out onto the dancefloor. Together, they got lost in the rhythm and beat of the music.

Azriel, it seemed, had not let her transgressions from earlier go unrequited as his hands slid all over her body in broad, possessive touches. If she was facing him, he would cup her full backside, taking his fill while his teeth and tongue worked at the underneath side of her jaw.

When she flipped around, falling into the cradle of his hips, those beautifully scarred hands roamed freely, down to her waist, her thighs. Then up to mold her heavy globes in his palms. Thumbs brushed freely over her nipples, pebbling them against her lace bra and providing delicious friction to the sensitive nubs.

Elain’s head tipped back against his shoulder, tilting to the side and giving him access to the base of her throat. His attention was purposeful, designed to draw every sensation out of her. He lavished her neck while she ground into his growing erection. “Az,” she whined, not even sure he heard her over the sound of the music. She reached back, running her fingers through his damp locks and gripping them hard enough that he groaned into her throat.

He growled nipping at the lobe of her ear. “Come on, let’s go up to the suite.”

She let herself be guided up the stairs to his private room, his scarred palm a steady, warm presence on her lower back. It took Azriel speaking to his informant to realize that they were even followed up.

“Nobody comes in or disturbs us.”

The other man nodded and then turned those startling blue eyes on Elain. He looked her over, a simple assessment but the gaze felt weighted like there was meaning and purpose behind it. But she did not shy away from it—no, Elain held her head high and proud.

His lips curved up a fraction in the corner, something that you’d miss if you didn’t pay attention to detail. But she did; she always did. And for some reason, Elain felt like she passed some sort of test with him, whatever it might be.

Azriel shuffled her into the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

She turned, wanting to ask again about his name, but stopped at the look on Azriel’s face. It was more than just hunger that she saw there. It was a version of himself that he had yet to let her see; yet to let come out and play. Because standing in front of Elain right now was the dominant version he unleashed when he needed to fuck and control and take pleasure.

It made her body go warm, weak, and very, very wet at the sight of this version of himself. The inner sexual beast he had awoken within her purred at the anticipation of what was to come. Made her tremble with desire and lust.

He must’ve seen the reaction because those amber eyes darkened—a heavy, breath blowing from his lips. Azriel held out a hand to her. “Come.”

Oh, she very nearly did. On shaking knees, she took his hand and followed him over to the one-way window to look out over the club below. The music produced a dull beat through the glass and when Azriel took her hand in his, then stepped behind her to grab her other one to pin them palm down to the window, Elain felt the vibrations traveling through her very bones.

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmured, running his tongue over the arch of her ear. “My queen.” Az slid his foot between hers and nudged them open more, spreading her against the glass. “Don’t move your hands,” he ordered, spreading her palms flat against the cool mirror.

Her breathing turned heavy as the pads of her fingertips dug into the window, anchoring herself to the present. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every word he said, every sweep of his hands down her body. Elain wanted him to touch her. To taste her. To take her.

His smile on the skin of her neck sent a shiver wracking down her spine. “Look out over all them, love. Those are our people.” One hand began toying with her nipple again through the fabric of her bodysuit, the other was flicking at the button of her jeans. “This is our kingdom, El, and we rule it all.” His voice was a low, seductive whisper that had her insides melting.

Elain whimpered. “Please, Az—I need…”

A pinch on her nipple had her moaning. Her body arched, pushing more of her breast into his eager palm.

“Tell me, love. What do you need?”

She knew vague answers tonight would get her nowhere. If she wanted to find her pleasure, she was going to have to ask for it. Demand it. Her head fell back against his shoulder. “I need you to touch me, to taste me.”

“Where? Where would you like me to touch you?”

“Azriel,” she growled, growing impatient.

A hand gripped her hair, tugging it backward and exposing her delicate throat. “I’m not Azriel, here,” he said, voice stern. “You call me, Sir.”

Elain mewled, squirming in his grasp.

“Now, tell me where you would like me to touch you, love?”

That sensual voice had her throbbing. “My legs,” she cried. “Between my legs. Please, Sir.” She needed the relief of his fingers, his tongue, anything.

A kiss to her rounded cheek. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, popping the button of her jeans. Dropping to a knee like a fallen knight, he bent her leg to take off one heel and then the other.

Elain looked over her shoulder to watch him.

“Eyes forward,” he ordered. She snapped her head back, looking out over the club. “Do not move unless I tell you to or move you myself. Keep your head forward. I want you to watch over our kingdom while I pleasure you.”

Her head bowed, breath going erratic as he slipped her jeans down her thighs and carefully maneuvered them off her body. She felt hot and cold all over, her skin burning yet tremors ran over her limbs, her back.

Finally, his fingers found purchase between her legs, over the bodysuit, but it was enough pressure that Elain moaned, hips undulating against his hand searching for more friction.

He tsked, rising to his feet so he could press himself against her backside. “I told you not to move, baby.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“So polite,” he murmured into her hair, those tantalizing digits swiping gently over her sex. “And so wet too. I can feel how soaked you are through your suit, El.”

Some sound came out of her—though what it was, she had no idea.

Popping the three buttons at the bottom of the suit, Az shucked it over her head, leaving her standing in just her bra and panties. Her hands immediately went back to the glass after leaving to rid her of her clothes.

“Such a good fucking girl. You want to be rewarded even after all the teasing you did to me tonight.” A nip on her cheekbone.

Her breath caught in her chest. “Please, Sir.” The tone was utterly pathetic, but she was aching and desperate for any sort of relief. “I’ll be good,” she said quietly.

Moving quickly, Az unhooked her bra and slid it off her, then dropped back down to his knees, taking her underwear with him. While on the ground, he slipped her heels back onto her feet, giving her the extra four inches in height.

Elain’s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt herself become wetter between her thighs. Knew Azriel had a kink for her in heels and apparently wanted to explore that tonight.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She did.

“If you start to feel unsteady or it hurts too much to stand in these, tell me. I don’t want you to break an ankle just for my pleasure. Understand?”

Blood was rushing through her ears but she heard every word. Every damn word. “Yes, Sir.”

There was a little bit of the devil in the smile he gave her. “Lean forward. Chest against the glass.” His hand ran up her leg to squeeze and knead her rear end.

The position put a fairly deep arch in her lower back, but she immediately knew why he wanted her like this. The vibrations from the music below traveled through the glass into her breasts, pebbling her nipples and stimulating them. Elain whimpered, cheek pressed into the window.

Another hearty squeeze on her ass grabbed her attention. “You don’t even know how fucking sexy you look, spread out and at my mercy like this.” He nipped her plush thigh and the curve of her rounded cheek with his teeth. “Hold still.” And then he pounced, going straight between her legs with his mouth.

Elain was already so turned on by his teasing that he’d barely started and she was at the precipice of an orgasm in record time. Her legs shook on either side of his face from where he was dipped beneath her.

A chuckle vibrated against her clit, making her moan with pleasure. “Only a few swipes with my tongue and you’re ready to come already?” His movements slowed, focusing on applying pressure with the tip of his tongue right where she needed him most. “Do you want to come, my sweet girl?”

Her fingers flexed on the glass. “Please, Sir.” More wetness coated her from Azriel’s lavish attention and his dominance—something she had no idea she wanted to explore. She gasped as two fingers plunged into her, deep and stretching her.

“Because you’ve listened so well, you may come. Call out my name when you do.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand; one she would happily oblige to.

Turning to sit on his ass, Azriel slid completely underneath her in the most indecent position, attached his mouth to her clit while maintaining his movements with his fingers, and sucked.

Elain’s entire being shook as her orgasm swept over her body. She called out his name and a few other choice words. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated from head to toe and she only managed to pant out, “Gonna fall—” before her knees buckled.

Thank god for Az’s quick reaction because he managed to grab her by the hips and brace her tumble until she was a pile of limp bone in his lap. A scarred hand threaded through her hair to cradle her head up onto his shoulder. “You were supposed to let me know before you fell, El,” he chastised, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Couldn’t. No time.” Her words slurred together in a sleepy state.

He brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “No sleeping yet. I’m not done with you.” Giving her a few moments reprieve only, Azriel maneuvered her back to her feet and rose behind her. “Hands back on the glass, baby.”

Those tantalizing fingers swept between her thighs from beneath her, stroking over her sensitive center but somehow making her desperate for more.

The sound of his belt buckle clinking had her body trembling with need.

A slight chuckle from behind her ear. “Are you desperate for my cock, El?” he asked, shedding his clothes if the rustling sound was anything to go by.

With her spread and wanton, he could feel exactly how desperate she was for him. But the quick tug on her hair told her he wanted her to say it. “Please fuck me, Sir,” she moaned.

A gentle hand slid up her throat, forcing her head back so she looked him in the eyes. There was something soft and tender there—and she realized he was looking at her as her Azriel, not as the dominant Mob boss.

“Is this position okay?” His voice was so soft, it nearly shattered her heart.

Elain quickly understood why he was asking. He wanted to take her from behind, and while she wasn’t bent over anything, Azriel still must’ve thought the position might cause her some discomfort given what she had been through. She had to swallow the lump in her throat at how sensitive he was to her feelings, to her history, even in the heat of the moment. “I’m good, Az,” she confirmed. “And I appreciate you checking in first. That means a lot to me.”

He leaned forward to kiss her and though it was a soft, gentle brush of lips, it was also deep and meaningful in a way she could not describe. “My good girl,” he whispered in her mouth. “Let me know if anything changes or if it becomes too much.”

Pulling her flush against him, Elain felt his hard cock dig into her backside. Azriel was quick to readjust her stance, spreading her legs more—careful of her in her heels still—and lined himself up.

In one long, hard thrust, he seated himself firmly inside her. Arms wrapped securely around her body, he set a thorough pace, groaning into her neck.

Using the glass wall as leverage, Elain matched him thrust for thrust, desperately chasing that second high. Her sweat-slick back slid up and down his chest, feeling every hard ridge and plane of him as they moved against each other. She loved the way his muscular body felt against her soft, curvy one. Loved how he adored that she had a bit more for him to hold onto with a rounded behind, hips, and a small swell on her lower tummy.

Elain wasn’t skinny like either of her sisters—never had Feyre’s athletic build or Nesta’s model shape. But Azriel had always adored her body for what it was. An hourglass figure with plenty to love.

Tilting her hips, she urged him to move faster. To fuck into her harder. She needed to feel him coming inside her. Needed to fall off that blissful edge again. “Please, Sir. More. I—” her words were cut off by a moan when he hit a particularly pleasurable spot deep inside her. “I need you to touch me,” she cried out.

Azriel grunted by her ear, tongue tracing the sensitive flesh. Those scarred hands traveled over her form, one north, and one south. Fingers wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to restrict her airway but firmly enough to tip her head back slightly so she was forced to rest it against his shoulder. The other set moved to rub over her clit in tandem with the strokes of his cock, timing his pleasure and sending it shooting up her spine. “Let go, Elain.”

The demand in his voice had her toes curling in her heels and with two more thrusts, she was cresting, screaming as she fell over that edge.

He wasn’t far behind her, giving her only a few more strokes before he sank his teeth into her shoulder and filled her to the brim.

Her legs were shaking and had his arms not been around her holding her up, Elain would’ve definitely fallen to the floor again. She was panting heavily, desperately wanting to stand upright, but waited until he gave her the word.

Azriel finally released her from his teeth, planting a kiss where the bite would surely leave a mark. His breathing was heavy and laborious as he gently pulled himself out of her.

Elain could feel their combined releases spill out, dripping down her thighs and splattering onto the floor.

“Fuck,” he moaned, nuzzling into the junction of her neck and shoulder. “How are you so perfect every fucking time?”

She smiled to herself. “I think I could say the same about you.” A languid kiss on her neck had her melting into him.

Without warning, Az scooped her into his arms making her yelp, and carried her over to the couch. He didn’t seem to give one fuck about sitting on the leather butt-ass naked, nor over the fact that she was still a mess between her thighs as he placed her on his lap and cradled her to his chest.

Elain rested her head on his shoulder, her ear pressed over his heart. She could hear its thundering beat; let it soothe and relax her post-orgasmic body.

His hands swept over her body, aiding in bringing her down from her high. “How are you feeling?” he finally asked, breaking the contented silence that had settled over them.

Her fingers lazily traced the swirling tattoos on his chest, shoulder, and down one arm. “Good. Relaxed. Tired now, but satiated.” She twisted her head to kiss his chest, right over that beautiful heart. “Happy, too.”

“Yeah?”

She could hear the boyish smile in his tone. Forcing herself to lift her head, heavy as it was, she met his gaze. “Very much so.”

He leaned forward and kissed her softly, nothing to ignite more but just to show her his love and affection. One she reciprocated with everything she had. Az reached up to cup the side of her face. “And how was the sex itself? With you in a more submissive role and calling me Sir?”

Elain blinked, cheeks pinkening under his scrutiny. She should’ve known he would ask her about how she felt since this was the first time he really put them into that dominant/submissive role. Az had tested the waters a few times here and there, but tonight was their first time splashing into the pool.

A thumb brushed across the apple of her cheek, likely noticing the color change and wanting to comfort her so she could freely speak her mind.

“I like it when you take control. You know I’ve never had a problem with wanting you to have the reins over the sexual aspect of our relationship…” she began, focusing on the swirling ink of his right pec.

“I sense a but, coming.”

Her eyes flashed to his; saw the openness in them.

“I just want you to be honest with me, El. If you don’t tell me what you do or don’t like, I can’t make changes to what I’m doing. I’m sensing you’re not fond of calling me ‘Sir’ then?”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “It’s not that I didn’t like it, I just prefer to use your name. I feel more connected to you like that. I don’t have any qualms about dropping it when the mood is right, or if we wanted to make, say, this place our home for where I only call you ‘Sir,’ then that’s fine with me. But I’d like to maintain the use of your name for our regular sex at home.”

The corner of his lips curled up into a devastating smile. “I think that is more than fair. I want you comfortable with what you call me during sex, love. And if I say anything you don’t like, I need you to tell me—”

“Derogatory. I don’t like that,” Elain interrupted.

“Good, because I don’t either. I have no desire to put you down while I worship you. That’s not a kink I was ever into. I don’t fault people who do, but it’s just not me. And thank you, for telling me that.” He brushed another kiss to her lips. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

She nuzzled further into his throat, enjoying the softness he always gave her after sex.

Cleaned up and redressed, Azriel fluffed up Elain’s post-sex hair, took her by the hand, and led her from the private suite.

The informant was still at his station outside the door, a smirk toying on his lips. It was obvious he knew exactly what the two of them did in there and she couldn’t help but blush at the notion of it. That he knew they were having sex while he stood guard right outside the door. Elain prayed the music was loud enough to cover her screams.

Lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You’re adorable when you blush, love.” Azriel’s midnight voice slithered across her bones, making her skin heat. “Don’t worry about him. He’s not one to kiss and tell.”

The words hinted at something more, but she wasn’t sure if she should ask here or not. So, she let herself be tugged through the club, the other man a steady presence at her back. As they made their way through the throng of patrons, Elain suddenly felt a sense of dread wash over her. Like she was being watched.

She halted, pulling Azriel to a stop as she looked around the club, eyes darting here and there, looking for anyone who looked out of place.

“Elain?” Az called, stepping up behind her. A warm hand was placed on her waist. “Elain, what’s wrong?” he asked, in her ear so she could hear him over the music.

The other man with them notated her attention fixed on the crowd and stepped closer before he too began scanning the room.

She returned her gaze to Azriel’s worried one. “Somebody is watching us. I can feel it.” Elain had always had a sixth sense when it came to things like this—something that became more prominent after Graysen attacked her, so when her gut alerted her to something amiss, she listened.

Azriel’s attention snapped to his companion. “Go,” he barked.

The long-haired man disappeared into the crowd within steps, despite his height and the breadth of his shoulders. She lost him within seconds and Elain realized this was a man whom if he didn’t want to make it known he was there, you’d have no idea he was. It was a bit terrifying to think of, to have that kind of ability and she thanked god it was on their side.

Az’s arm circled her waist and brought her closer to him, shielding her. “Let’s go.” He held her tightly against him as they hurried out through the door of the club and into the cold, Velaris night air.

She shivered, though whether that was from the briskness or being watched, she had no idea. Still, he rubbed his palms over her bare arms as he stopped to speak to the bouncer. Lorcan, if she remembered correctly.

“Take note of anyone who leaves in the next few minutes, in particular alone. Somebody inside doesn’t belong.”

“Do you need me to take a look?”

“I already have somebody inside doing a sweep.”

Lorcan nodded. “I’ll pull footage and send it to you tomorrow to review.”

Nudging her forward, Azriel got her in the car, locking the door manually before closing it and making his way to the driver’s side.

Once they had pulled away from the curb, her questions spilled out of her. “Azriel, who was that?”

He glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “The informant? His name is Ruhn. He’s been on my payroll for almost five years now.”

“What does he do for you?”

“Gets me information.”

She huffed at the answer that wasn’t an answer. “And how does he get that information, exactly?”

A small curve of his lip. “So observant, my love.” He reached across the console to take her hand and brush a kiss across her knuckles. “By any means necessary.” So, manipulation and torture then. Those hazel eyes looked at her again; assessed her state. “What did you feel with his presence?”

She thought about it, leaning an elbow on the door to prop her chin on her fist. “He felt dangerous. Threatening.”

“Were you scared of him?”

“No,” she told him earnestly.

He contemplated her response. “You said he felt dangerous, but you weren’t scared of him. Why not?”

She wasn’t exactly sure where these twenty questions were going, but she knew Azriel had a point to it. “Because I know you’d have never brought him near me if he was a danger to me.” It was the truth. No matter whom Az had on his payroll, if he did not have his complete faith and trust in them, he wouldn’t let them anywhere near her.

“Well, you aren’t wrong there.”

“Why are you asking me, Azriel?” There was something he had been hedging towards, just hadn’t gotten to yet.

His thumb stroked the back of her palm in a soothing gesture. “I just want to know who you’re comfortable with should I have to send you somewhere to keep you safe.”

She looked taken back. “Send me somewhere? What do you even mean by that?”

He sighed. “Get you out of town. Without me, while I handle whatever situation has come up.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Azriel, I’m not going anywhere without you—”

“Elain…”

“Don’t you Elain me,” she hissed, pulling her hand back. “Haven’t we established that splitting up ends up causing more problems? Or do we need a refresher of what happened in that warehouse?”

Azriel pulled the car into its designated parking spot in the garage and twisted in his seat to look at her. “I don’t want to split up, El. But if I can better protect you with you somewhere else—”

“Stop.” Her throat tightened as she desperately tried to rein in her tears. “Despite what you think, we don’t work well when we’re apart. So, unless you’re planning on coming with me, you can put this bullshit plan of yours away. Because I won’t do it.” Elain crossed her arms over her chest.

He pursed his lips like he was fighting a smile. “Very well.”

Her brows shot into her hairline. “Really? That’s it?”

A chuckle. “Would you like to argue some more?”

Doe-eyes narrowed. “No, but I do have another question for you.”

“Of course,” he said, gesturing for her to continue.

“Your comment about Ruhn not kissing and telling—it seemed to suggest there was something more. Was there?”

“Ah, you caught that, huh?” He shook his head, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb. “Back in the early days of our partnership, Ruhn asked me to a threesome.”

If Elain thought her jaw was hanging open before, it was on the floor now. “You’re fucking with me?”

Azriel laughed, full-bellied. “I told you that he gets information by any means necessary. Sometimes he’ll use that sexual prowess of his to do the dirty work for him. It’s something I’ve made clear I never expected him to do but he said he likes using it, so I’ve let it go. You’d be amazed at how willing people are to talk after a few orgasms.” Another light chuckle.

“One night we were at a party and he was trying to work a woman who was dating the leader of the Southside gang. When he propositioned her, she said that she’d talk if she got two for one. The extra being me.”

Elain’s heart was beating so hard in her chest, she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. “Did you?” she asked, almost worried about the answer. She knew Azriel was far more experienced than her, but this just gave her a rough idea of how completely out of her element she was with him.

His eyes flicked over her face before he shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I don’t sell myself like that for information. Ruhn is free to do what he wants, but that’s not how I wanted to live my life.”

“So, you didn’t get the information you wanted.”

A smirk played on his lips. “Oh, I got it all right.”

“How?”

“Everyone has a price. Most people can be bought—just add enough zeros to the end of the number and they’ll sing. But Jess, the girlfriend, there was something she wanted more than money.”

Elain cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”

“Freedom. You see, in my world, information is the most valuable thing you can own. When Ruhn asked me about the threesome and I turned it down, I knew we’d need to go to a backup plan. So, we took Jess into a room under the impression of fucking her, but instead, I offered to have her boyfriend killed and grant her, her freedom. He was a piece of shit, constantly beat her and put her in the hospital a few times. I knew this information ahead of the meeting to use should things go south. This was her one real chance to get out.”

“Why didn’t she go to one of those women’s shelters? Or the police?”

Azriel laid out a hand, palm up, and waited for Elain to place hers on it. “He would’ve killed her if she left him. He was not the type of man you can simply run away from, El. And the police wouldn’t have been able to help her. They’re essentially useless, nearly half being paid off by one criminal or another.”

“Do you have some on your payroll?”

He nodded. “I do.”

It was a lot to take in. A lot to digest. But she needed him to be honest with her, and he had. “Thank you, for telling me.”

He stroked her hand again. “I told you I wouldn’t keep things from you. I promise I won’t. And if you ever have questions about my past, please ask me. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

Elain dipped her chin in forgiveness. Well, she supposed no better time than the present to get her newly unlocked fear out in the open. “Az, do you think I’m sexually compatible with you?”

Now it was his turn to look taken aback. “Where is this coming from?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, gaze looking down at their linked fingers. “After our conversation earlier, with my candor about the ‘Sir’ and all that, and now just hearing about you being asked to a threesome, I can’t help but realize how completely out of my element I am in comparison to you. I just—” she sniffed hating that she was so insecure about this but wanting his reassurance anyways. “I just want to know if you have concerns about being with someone so inexperienced.”

“Elain, look at me.”

Taking a steadying breath, she finally did, finding his hazel irises blazing.

“You are more than enough for me. Have I ever given you any reason to doubt that I was unsatisfied with our sex life?”

She shook her head no.

“I very much love what we have. I love that you’re inexperienced and that I get to help you explore your pleasure and fantasies. Your sexual awakening is because of me, and that brings me great pride. You’re wondering if we are compatible? Baby, you were fucking made for me. Nobody could ever compare to what we have and how well we fit together. And right now, all I want to do is get you upstairs and show you exactly just how compatible we really are.”

Her breathing shifted during his speech; heat pooling between her thighs. Feeling emboldened by his words, Elain met his gaze and said, “Then what’s stopping you?”

Azriel was out of the car a half second later and at her door, scooping her out and throwing her over his shoulder.

She squealed in surprise. “Azriel!” she cried out, laughing and smacking him on the butt. “Put me down!”

“I will. On our bed and then I’m going to fuck you until your brain short-circuits and turns to goo.”

True to his word, he did just that—Elain was not able to form coherent sentences when he was through with her. But damn, did she sleep like a baby that night, tucked securely in his warm embrace, exhausted, without the worries of what was yet to come.

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Spelling Mistakes

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Summary: Ari is the new barista at your usual coffee shop and keeps screwing up your name on your cup to get your attention. What are you going to do about it?

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k

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A/N: This was requested by the wonderful @chase-your-dreams-away, hope you like it 😊

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Standing at the counter of the small coffee shop she was staring down at the cup made with her order. She knew it was her order because there had only been one other customer and that was a young student, who had already gotten his drink.

“Everything alright?” She looked up at the inquiry. Before her stood the tall, beefy barista, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and leaning with his hip against the other side of the counter. She furrowed her brows and frowned.

“You misspelled my name,” she told him, slowly picking up the cup and looking at the blatantly wrong spelling of her name. It wasn’t a particularly hard name. At least she thought so.

Ari, that’s the name of the newest barista in the café she regulated, put his hand over hers slowly turning the cup until the scribbled name was pointing towards him. He leaned forward and looked intently at it.

“Huh,” he mummed, looking up at her, “next time I’ll get it right.”

She continued to frown at him. It left him cold. He just smiled at her unfazed. Slowly she huffed and turned around with the cup in her hand. As she walked over to the corner where her bag was, she took a tentative sip of the drink. At least he had gotten her order right.

For a guy who had her order memorized by the second time she ordered with him, he struggled a lot with her name. The first time she had called it an accident, the second time it must have been a coincidence. Now she thought he was doing it on purpose. She had no proof but it for sure felt like it was on purpose.

For the love of god she couldn’t figure out why. It bothered her that she couldn’t. Did he not like her? Did he find her annoying and a bad customer? Did she tip too little in his opinion? Did he want her to stop coming here? She liked this place. It was her comfort space. Her safe haven.

Looking back up once more from the space she sat at and sipped her drink, she glanced over to the bar. Ari was busy behind it, cleaning and sorting things through. As if he could sense her eyes he looked up. When their eyes met he smiled at her. He even had the audacity to wink. It made her look away immediately, wishing that Rachel would be back soon to work her regular shifts again.

Rachel and her were friends. She had been the one to show her the place, randomly handing her a flier on the streets. The pretty blonde woman and her encouraging words had intrigued her so much she had shown up the next day to check out the small café. By now she had her schedule memorized, always choosing to come when she knew the woman was behind the counter. Not only because Rachel had memorized her order by heart but also because she always took the time to chat with her while fixing the drink. It had become a habit for her to stay put at the bar and chat.

What a surprise it had been when she had shown up at her regular time two weeks ago only to discover no blonde behind the bar. Instead the tall, incredibly well built and tan hunk of a bear had stood behind the counter, smiling at her and introducing himself as Ari. Ari, the new guy who filled in for his friend Rachel. She had broken her foot while surfing and he was back from a year of backpacking through a desert to fill in for her.

He was doing it on purpose.

She was now sure of it. She had spelled the name for him, slowly saying every syllable as she had watched him write the name letter for letter. It was still misspelled when she had gotten to the counter to get her order.

He had smiled at her but she had been so fixated on the name, she hadn’t noticed. His smile faltered as she turned around without looking up or reacting, trudging towards her bag and the many papers splayed over the small table. The next time she would try a nickname.

That worked for a while. She had chosen to use flowers. These names he had written correctly, always doodling a mini version of said flower beside the name. It had made her smile and interact a little more with him, even made her forget the spelling fiasco for a while. Until after a week, on a particular stressful day, she had forgotten and told him her actual name again.

Standing in front of the counter the name stared back at her. It was like a punch in the face, even if it felt like a comically well-known routine. To think he still came up with a new way to deface the name everytime.

“Everything alright?” Ari leaned against the counter, both elbows on the edge and looked at her. It took her longer than normal to react. As she looked up at him without having touched the cup he was surprised. She looked so hurt and saddened, it made his heart pang.

“Do you do this on purpose?” She asked with an impossibly small voice. So quiet he had to strain his ears to properly understand her.

“What?” He still said in confusion. Her face twisted, some anger mixing into the swirl of emotion.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” She asked him, much more forcefully this time. Her shoulders shook, eyes hard and glaring.

“Writing my name wrong. Everytime. Even after I correct you. Everytime. I even spelled it for you and you got it wrong!” Her outburst surprised him so much he didn’t know how to react. She took his non-existent reaction as a form of confession and it was enough for her.

“If you don’t want me to return, just say it instead of this passive-aggressive bullying.”

Grabbing her cup she turned around and stomped towards her table. Instead of sitting down she collected the papers, angrily showing them in her bag before she walked out with the cup and her bag. The bell of the door announcing her departure kept ringing in his ears.

“Wait! Hey, wait!”

A blur of colors rushed by her side only for Ari to jump in front of her. Hair out of place and a little breathless he blocked her way with his hands held up.

“Please wait and let me explain.” He looked apologetic. Truly sorry. She didn’t want to, too hurt and ashamed to but he got the better of her. His puppy eyes made her resolve crumble so fast, she only sighed and gave him a small nod. His sign to explain.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would bother you so much.” He winced at the glare she sent him and the way she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Not be bothered by it? YOu wouldn’t be bothered by that?” She complained and he had to agree.

“It was a stupid idea I know…but I liked the way your nose scrunches up whenever you looked at the misspelling. It’s cute.”

“Listen, the first time was  really a mistake. I was too distracted by how pretty and cute you were and I figured if I kept misspelling your name it would give me a moment longer with you.”

Her anger vanished. Washed away by his words. They left her reeling. He thought she was cute? And pretty? 

Ari seemed to read her mind. He started to smile. That crooked little one that made her heart secretly flutter.

“You are the prettiest and cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. The moment I saw you for the first time I knew I wanted to get to know you. Maybe take you out sometime…I just didn’t know how to ask.”

Now that made her splutter.

“I can tell.” Her smile gave him hope.

“W-what?” She squeaked, feeling the blood rush up her neck as she got warm. Ari looked sheepish, scratching at his beard as he stared down at his shows.

“Guess I’m not very good at that.” Her snickering made him look back up.

“So, you’ll forgive me?” He asked, perking up at the possibility of it.

“Yeah, but only because I think you are cute too.” That made him grin, but there was one more thing he had to ask.

“And you’ll continue to come to the café? Rachel would kill me if I chased away her favorite customer.” That made her laugh. Ari decided it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Only if you write my name correctly from now on.” He could agree with that, nodding enthusiastically.

“Come on,” he told her and took her hand. She was confused but followed him back to the café. Bringing her towards the counter he was quick to jump over the small swinging door. Back behind he grabbed another cup, but not before he had taken her cup from her.

“Hey!” She protested quietly. The wink he sent her made her quiet down and smile softly. She watched him work behind the counter. He looked comically big.

It didn’t take long for him to place another cup in front of her. When she turned it around her name was spelled correctly. But that wasn’t what had made her heart flutter. Under her name, Ari had scribbled his own. Together with his number.

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[erin-bo-berin]

just read your “this isn’t goodbye” and would absolutely love a fluffy follow up/part 2 where maybe steve goes to visit reader at school or the reader is home for the holidays and it’s just really cute and fluffy please?

Yes, yes! I couldn’t handle leaving it like that cause I was crying while writing it it broke my heart 😭 I’m not sure how it works everywhere, but I know of some colleges that are through with the semester before Thanksgiving until beginning of January, so it’s like an entire month off, so that’s what I’m gonna have it be like, just to clear up any confusion.

But yes all the fluff for this couple!

We Made It

Part 2 of This Isn’t Goodbye

Steve Harrington x Reader

You hadn’t told Steve you would be home for the holidays. Well, that’s a lie. He knew you would be home, he just didn’t know when.

He’d figured probably sometime in December, maybe closer to Christmas. He didn’t think he’d have the opportunity to see you for Thanksgiving or that you’d be home for an entire month.

You’d enlisted the kids’ help in surprising him. So, they had poor Steve out driving around for the last hour, while you awaited in the basement of the Wheeler household—most known as the home base for the group.

You heard footsteps and raised voices from upstairs and you waited in anticipation to finally see your boyfriend for the first time since the end of July.

It had been a long four months. Sure, you talked on the phone all the time. But due to Steve’s busy work schedule, hauling teens around town and your classes, he’d never had the chance to visit this semester. Talking to him was nice, you loved the sound of his voice, but you’d missed seeing him in person. Missed smelling his intoxicating scent, a mixture of his cologne, hair products and just him.

“Why did I just spend an hour driving you idiots around town if you couldn’t make up your mind where you wanted to go?” Steve’s voice carried down to you from upstairs, “We’d get to the movies, then you decided you wanted to go to the park. We get to the park and then suddenly you’re hungry. We get to the goddamn diner and then all of a sudden you wanted to go rent a movie! You’re lucky I didn’t ring your necks! Where are you guys going?”

“Just follow us,” Mike said.

You heard half a dozen footsteps on the stairs and soon the teens appeared, grinning like mad.

“Hey, come back here! I’m not finished with you!”

Steve’s footsteps followed next and when you came in view, he stumbled slightly, shocked to see you.

“Y/N?!”

His earlier annoyance was gone and his face split into a wide grin.

“You’re home!”

He practically went flying off the stairs and for you, picking you up and spinning you around as he hugged you.

“Surprise!” Dustin smirked.

“Was this why you guys had me driving all around town?”

“We wanted to make sure she had time to get here,” Max smiled.

“Okay, I take it all back. You guys aren’t so bad,” he smiled, in their direction, his arms still tight around you.

“Come on guys, let’s give the love birds some privacy,” Lucas said, herding his friends upstairs.

“When did you get in?” Steve asked, pulling you down to sit with him on the couch.

You put your legs in his lap, situating yourself before answering.

“About half an hour ago. I’m yours for an entire 5 weeks.”

He looked so shocked and happy that you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re done with the first semester?”

“Mhm. Finished my exams earlier this week, just in time for Thanksgiving. Classes don’t resume until after New Years. You’re going to get so tired of me.”

“Never,” Steve smiled, “So what’s the updates on the grades?”

You usually kept Steve updated on grades you made on tests, essays, but hadn’t yet let him know your course grades. It meant so much to you to know that he was so invested in knowing about little things like this.

“Three A’s, one B.”

“That’s my baby girl!” he praised, giving you a high five, “I knew you could do it.”

“I’m just thankful to get a B in the mandatory science course. It doesn’t even have anything to do with my degree! It’s just one of those “freshmen have to take it” courses, but it was hard.”

“It may not be an A, but I’m still damn proud of you for getting a B,” he said, lacing his fingers through yours.

“So, what would you like to do during break?” you asked, shifting, so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“Uh, how about everything?”

“Everything huh?” you laughed.

“Well, first, the big gang Thanksgiving is being held by Joyce and Hopper this year, so of course we’re going to that. I’m going to eat so much pumpkin pie.”

“You and me both,” you agreed.

“Then we have a week to just lay around being full and happy while we eat Thanksgiving leftovers. We can go Christmas shopping. I promised I’d take the kids.”

“Aw that’s sweet.”

“You’re definitely coming with us though,” he said.

“Definitely.”

“We have to go ice skating at that new rink one town over. We can even invite the kids.”

“Sounds like you want to hang out with them more than you do with me,” you teased, knowing that was far from the case.

“They kinda ended up becoming attached to me at some point.”

“Not that you mind, of course.”

“Eh, well,” he joked, laughing at the look you gave him.

You knew him better than that.

“What else?” you promoted.

“Hmm. We definitely have to bake Christmas cookies. Decorate the tree. Make some snow angels and snowmen when it snows. Have a snowball fight. We must go see Santa.”

“We must?”

“Of course! How else will Santa know what I want for Christmas?” Steve protested.

“Well, how can he get me what I want when I already have the best present?” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Steve grinned, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am too.”

“Hey Y/N,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“We made it through the first semester.”

“Yes,” your smile matched his own, “Yes, we did.”

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[alexshumini]

Backstage Pass || J.H

TW//: mentions of stress and anxiety

Pairing: 80's James Hetfield/any gender Reader

This is my first post on this account, so please do let me know if you would love more and pop a suggestion of anything you would like to see in the comments. I take nsfw suggestions too 😊

When your mom suggested looking for a new catering job, she made it seem like an easy task. However, that was far from the truth. Not many restaurants were looking for new chefs, and you had a bad reputation in your area for slacking on the job, so it wasn't like anywhere nearby would hire you anyway.

This caused you to sort of fall into a repetitive challenge; wake up, look for a job, borrow money from your parents, and forget about the job. Though you were in luck one night as your friend Kiara was over at your house. Kiara is also a caterer, but you believe she is far better than you are, I mean, she has worked with countless famous celebrities, which is your literal dream.

"So! I might have a job for you." Kiara will say. At first you will assume she wants you to do her makeup again or maybe drive her down to her dad's house after but you will be caught off guard by her next few words, "I'm catering for a concert this week and we are looking for a few more staff members. I put in a word about you, and they said they would be happy to have you."

You were ecstatic to hear the news. But intrigued to know who would be performing.

"Guess." Kiara said. But honestly, living in Los Angeles, California, means the concert could literally be anyone.

"Just tell me!" you whined after naming too many people. Kiara will giggle at your eagerness to know.

"Metallica! It's Metallica" She will jump up and yell. You will scream. HOLY SHIT! You are literally a massive Metallica fan and have even seen them in concert ones about two years ago with your dad.

"I'll take the job!" You spoke as you and Kiara both shrieked.

3 weeks went by, and it finally came time to attend the Metallica concert as a caterer. You would be catering for the band and their crew as well as the stadium staff for the whole evening. You were looking forward to it, but you also just enjoyed rubbing it in your dad's face that you could potentially meet the Metallica members.

Kiara picked you up at 4 pm. as scheduled, and she drove you both to the stadium. She gave you a pass to get into the building that showed your name, age, and job role. You went round the back doors and showed it to a guard who quickly let you inside. Just being in the stadium was already a thrill, knowing the Metallica members were currently on the stage rehearsing. You head straight into the kitchen and left your belongings in the coat room. As soon as you stepped back into the kitchen the head chef gathered everyone.

You stood next to Kiara quite nervous and she looked at you with an odd look, as if you were the stupidest person on planet earth.

"Where is your apron?" She whispered. You looked around the room and noticed everyone but you was wearing their black apron with the stadium name written on the front. You hoped head Chef wouldn't notice. But luckily it was sat at your station, panic over.

"So. We have a lot to do today. The members have all requested separate meals for their dinner and you can find the list at your stations. I expect you all to devide the different steps between yourselfs." He explained. You looked back at your station to notice that it was empty with no instructions. "Yes chef!" Everyone including yourself replied.

"The three ladies in front here. Kiara, Y/N & Malakai, you will be preparing food for the crew. The crew hasn't requested anything specific, so it will be basic food on the stadium menu, which can be found plastered on every wall in this room." Head chef continued his orders. "Yes, chef!" You replied that within seconds, everyone went off to their stations and began preparing food.

You decided to make the macaroni and cheese leaving Kiara to make burgers and Malakai to make hot dogs. 2 hours passed by as you are working on your final batch of Macaroni and cheese. You had to make three separate batches due to their not being one big pot as they had all been taken. You felt quite anxious all night as if someone was watching you or maybe it was just the thrill and thought of possibly bumping into Kirk or Lars in the hallways.

You ran out of cheese and unfortunately there wasn't any in the main fridge either meaning you had to toss your apron off and head down to the storage room which is at the total other side of the stadium. "Hey, can you watch my pot for a second? I need to run and get more cheese, please." You asked Malakai, who was more than happy to help. You quickly headed out the door and walked as fast as you could down the corridor. You made it to the storage room pretty easily, but it was the getting back that was a struggle.

The stadium had a one-way system, and with crew all around and boxes piled everywhere, you got lost pretty quickly. You ended up in an empty part of the building, and you began to worry that head chef would be angry if you didn't make it back before your pot decided to boil over. You made your way down the hall a bit further till you came to a room with a blue door, the door read 'Metallica Room 1'. You were desperate to just get back to the kitchen, and you hoped a crew member would be in the room to help you.

You went to knock but before your fist touched the door it swung open. Standing in front of you was a tall man with blonde hair and a booming voice as he yelled backwards into the room "I'll be back in a second! going to find a toilet.". He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you. The realisation hit you before he could even speak.

"Oh my god...James Hetfield." You blurted out in a quiet voice. James looked at you confused as if you were supposed to be looking for him.

"Am I supposed to be somewhere just now?" He asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know- I'm just catering." You said. You couldn't even believe you were stringing words together whilst he stood in front of you in all his glory. You knew for a fact your dad would be envy when you told him later on.

"oh." James's head was empty. He wasn't quite sure what to say to you. "Can I help with something?" he sounded genuinely worried looking at you. To be fair you did have a panicked look on your face that turned red from his presence.

"I'm lost." you admitted. James chuckled slightly.

"are you really though? or did you just want to see the band for yourself?" he had a cocky attitude, one that caught you off guard. You were annoyed by his comment but the thought of your macaroni was long gone by now.

"I'm trying to make macaroni, so I'd appreciate if someone could tell me how to get back to the main kitchen" you replied in an annoyed tone. What a shit interaction, you thought.

"I would love to help you darling but I have zero clue either. how about, you help me find the male toilets and I'll help you find the kitchen?" He proposed. You weren't sure if you should take up his deal. It didn't help that you noticed Lars Ulrich looking at you from behind James, confused himself on why James was still stood at the door.

"deal." you replied and quickly followed James down the long corridor. He didn't speak on the walk but he kept looking over at you as if he wanted to say something.

Back in the kitchen, things were getting hectic. Malakai was now manning her station and yours whilst Kiara tried to distract the head chef so he wouldn't notice you are even gone. Your macaroni was 10 seconds away from being burnt whilst you stood outside of the men's toilets waiting for James to reappear. James came out of the toilet and smiled at you whilst rubbing his hands on his jeans, though his hands looked dry already. He definitely didn't wash them in the first place, you thought.

"Let's get you back to your macaroni, shall we?" James said with a sigh. You began to think you were bothering him and wasting his time. But you liked being in his presence so you decided not to let him go back to his dressing room.

"So. Are you from California?" He asked trying to make some sort of conversation but the atmosphere was awkward and uncomfortable.

"Yeah. grew up in LA." You replied. "what about you?" you asked. You knew he was from San Francisco before he even said it. You probably knew more about Metallica than the members did at this point.

"San Francisco." he replied.

"Cali twins" you spoke. He raised an eyebrow at your words almost as if he found you cute.

"I guess so. I think maybe the kitchen is this way." James said. You started to notice the area and realised the kitchen was just a few steps and round to the right.

"I know where I am now. Thank you." You turned to him with a smile. He looked disappointed by your sudden departure. You didn't want to stop talking to him either I mean christ IT'S JAMES HETFIELD in the flesh.

"I really have to get back to making that Macaroni. But thank you for helping me. Good luck with your concert tonight. I'm a huge fan." You said and gained the nerve to pat him on the shoulder though it took some effort as he was much taller than you. James opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. He turned around and looked back at you.

"You are welcome. See you around-" He paused his sentence. What is her name? he thought. Did she tell me already?

"It's y/n" you replied as if you could read his mind and he nodded as if he was mentally noting your name down. He then began to walk back to his dressing room. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to ask you for your number and full name but he thought best to not let you get fired and you were okay with that.

After you got off work and got back home you told your dad everything and he was so jealous that he actually joked he wasn't going to speak to you for days.

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