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I have another request for your celebration please.

Curtis Everett, Biker au,

“You’re not the person I thought you were.”

Okay so you might not have been expecting smut with this but.... this kinda got away from me... what can I say Curtis Everett does things to me...

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

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An Angel with a Darkside

You bit your lip, chin resting in your palm as you leaned against the counter in your cafe. There were many things you could be doing right now, like restocking the pastries and wiping down tables but your attention was solely on the group of bikers across the road.

For many people owning a cafe opposite a bar that was the go-to haunt for the local biker gang would be a dealbreaker. But you loved it solely because it gave you unlimited access to gaze at them all day, especially at one biker in particular.

Curtis ‘the axe’ Everett.

His buzzcut hair, rippling muscles, stern expression and icy blue eyes could make anyone nervous to be in his presence, but to you, it was your kryptonite and made you weak at the knees. After a month of gazing at him, daydreaming about him, you thought you were actually dreaming when he walked into the cafe one day. 

You swallowed nervously as he walked up to the counter, his leather jacket making his biceps look inhumanly large “Hi, what can I get for you?” You smiled hoping you didn’t look too lovesick as you gazed up at him.

The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips “Just a black coffee thanks, to go” he nodded.

“Sure not a problem” you smiled quickly turning your back on him to make his order, you weren’t sure if it was the fact that you couldn’t see him but a wave of confidence crashed over you “Do you want a little Irish added to your coffee?”

“I didn’t realise cafes stocked whiskey” he commented as you finished making his drink and turned back around to face him.

“We don’t but I can make sure I have it for next time” You smirked and the smile that was playing at his lips grew “Can I get you anything else?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Well you can never go wrong with a chocolate croissant, they’re handmade,” you said nodding to the display of croissants.

“I’ll take one of those too then”

“Coming right up” you smiled quickly packing one away into a to-go bag “That’ll be eight dollars please”

Curtis placed 10 dollars on the counter and picked up his coffee to take a sip “Just what I needed, keep the change angel” he winked as he grabbed his croissant and walked out of the cafe.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched him go, eyes focused on his perfect ass. So much so that it was only when he was out of view that you spotted he’d left the sleeve of his to-go cup on the counter and it was only when you picked it up that you realised he scribbled his number onto it.

Fast forward 3 months and the two of you were officially dating and it had been amazing. You didn’t care about his tough and rough exterior, if anything it was a major turn-on for you. Curtis could also be incredibly sweet behind those frowns and grunts. Whenever he took you to bed he worshipped you, his rough hand gliding gently over your skin, it was amazing. 

But…

You wanted more, needed more. Yes, he had given you some of the best orgasms of your entire life with the smooth and gentle lovemaking, but what really got you going was watching him being tough, commanding and dominating. You wanted him to dominate you. 

You weren’t sure exactly how to ask him to bring that side of himself into the bedroom though. But after watching him holding someone up by the collar of their jacket you couldn’t wait any longer and set a plan in motion. 

You and Curtis already had a plan to meet up this evening, Curtis coming over to your apartment for dinner and a good time, but instead of meeting him downstairs in your cafe you left a note telling him to meet you upstairs.

Which is exactly where you waited for him, dressed in black lingerie which left absolutely nothing to the imagination made from nothing but small straps of black material. The marble kitchen counter cool against your bare skin as you perched invitingly on the edge. 

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you heard Curtis’ heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, but as soon as he set his eyes on you and you saw them darken you knew you were in for a good night. 

Curtis silently walked over to you, his icy blue eyes devouring your entire body. He said nothing as he reached out and ran his finger underneath one of the straps, his knuckle brushing over your exposed sensitive peak. 

The corner of his lips tugged upwards when you shivered at his touch “What is all this?” 

You leaned forward to run your hands over the shoulders of his leather jacket “I love it when you worship me but… watching you today…” you said taking a deep breath as your gaze met his “Being so… dominant…”

The lopsided grin on Curtis’ face grew “You want that hm?” he hummed, his hand moving to cup the underside of your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. 

“So much” you breathed out.

A flash of worry passed over Curtis’ face “I don’t want to hurt you” he muttered, eyes dropping. 

You cupped his cheek to return his gaze to yours “You won’t” you said before smirking “I’m tougher than I look”

Curtis chuckled shaking his head, his gaze finally falling to the selection of toys you had left out around you “Where have you been hiding all these?” he said as he reached out and picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

You shrugged innocently “Just next to all my deepest darkest secrets” you winked. 

Curtis chuckled again as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of you “We should have a safe word Angel” 

You nodded “How about… croissant?” you smirked recalling the first time you met. 

Curtis gave you a wicked grin as he nodded “Okay, now lie back angel, hands above your head” 

You were buzzing with anticipation as you did what he said, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of your kitchen sink behind you. You heard Curtis move around the island before his hands took yours and the handcuffs were placed around your wrists, securing you in place using the kitchen faucet. 

He walked back around to where your legs hug off the edge of the counter, pulling you closer to the edge “I recall our plans to have dinner tonight” he said, pulling aside the thin straps that covered your core “but I guess I’m the only one eating tonight” 

You bit your lips as you felt his breath ghost over you, but it did nothing to stop the moan that broke free when Curtis dove in. Usually Curtis took his time, would gently work you up before diving in but he wasn’t holding himself back. Your legs clamped around his head, his beard burning against your thighs. His hands moved to grip your thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them, his grip so tight it was sure to leave a mark. 

Your back ached against the counter, the metal of your handcuffs clinking against the faucet. This unrestrained animal was just what you wanted and more. You tried to hold yourself back so this moment would last forever but you came harder and faster than you ever have before, practically screaming his name. 

You watched with hooded eyes as he rose back up to his full height, in the low light of your kitchen you could see your essence glistening on his beard. He licked his lips before he leaned over to press wet kisses up your body. 

“I know you’re in charge but I have a suggestion” you muttered in between deep breaths.

You felt Curtis smirk against your skin, his eyebrow arched as he glanced up at you “Oh really? And what is it?” 

You smirked back at him “Unlock these and you’ll find out” you said tugging on the handcuffs. 

Curtis didn’t say anything as he rounded the counter once more and freed you from the handcuffs. As he walked back around you pushed yourself off of the counter, turning around and bending over. You saw the wolfish grin on Curtis’ face as he moved to stand behind you. 

“Oh” he muttered in surprise, in all the time you knew him you’d never heard him sound so surprised “What is this?” he asked, his voice dropping. 

You knew exactly what he meant as he touched the gem-encrusted butt plug that you had already inserted before his arrival, his touch making you clench around the cool metal “I thought it would be wise to prepare myself” you said glancing over your shoulder at him. 

His eyes met yours, eyes that were now so dark you couldn’t see the icy blue anymore “You’re not the person I thought you were” he hummed.

“Oh really?” you smirked.

Curtis shook his head “You’re so much better… my sweet little angel has a dark side”

“And I’m all yours” you said pushing your ass out towards him.

Curtis let out a dark chuckle as he leant down to press a kiss to your shoulder “Remember our safe word?” he asked, you hummed and nodded your head “Good because you might need it”

You bit your lip in anticipation as your listened to him unbuckle his jeans. You gasped when you felt him run himself up and down your soaked folds your breath hitching when you felt him press inside you. Except it wasn’t him, he’d grabbed one of your larger vibrators and was using that instead. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready angel, I’m guessing this is your first time” he hummed as he turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. 

You whimpered at the sensation of being so full as you nodded your head in answer. Your whimper then turned into a whine as you felt Curtis pull the plug from you, your body mourning the loss of sensation. Curtis shushed you quietly as he ran his hands over your ass, one hand moved to your core collecting your juices before returning to your ass, his fingertip swirling against your rosebud. 

“Relax” Curtis instructed as he slowly teased your hole and your body instantly responded to his command “Good girl,” he said as he pressed his finger further into you.

You could only moan his name as you rutted back against him desperate for more, but Curtis took his time with you, opening you up before he added another finger. When you began to beg for more he responded not by adding more, but by turning up the intensity of the vibrator. 

“That’s it, I want to feel you come one more time, make sure you're thoroughly ready for me,” Curtis said as he pressed a kiss to your spine. 

Your toes curled as you felt another orgasm crash over you, harder than the one before. If it wasn’t for the countertop beneath you, you would have sagged completely to the floor. 

It was while you were coming down from that high that Curtis got himself ready, your body instantly responding when he pressed his tip to your hole. He pressed himself inside slowly, letting you open up for him in your own time. He was only halfway in when it felt like you couldn’t take anymore, you were already too full with him and the vibrator.

“You can do it angel, just a little more” Curtis gently coaxed. 

Your body relaxed some more as he slowly thrust into you until he was fully seated inside you. The both of you pausing to just enjoy the sensation. 

“Fuck you feel so good” Curtis ground out between heavy breaths. 

You could only moan in response, all coherent thoughts gone from your brain, all that was left was the euphoria you were feeling, how good it felt to be so full. 

“How do you want this?” Curtis then asked, his hands running gently across your back. 

“All” was the only thing you were able to say, you wanted it all. 

Curtis thankfully understood exactly what you meant as he began to thrust into you with no restraint. You instantly began chanting his name with every thrust, understanding that this was the true meaning behind the phrase ‘fucking your brains out’. 

It was a miracle that you hung on for as long as you did, your peak dangerously close from the moment he entered you. But when he reached beneath you to turn your vibrator on to his highest setting you completely lost it, screaming his name as you came around him, screaming so loud you were certain the people across the street could hear you. Curtis followed swiftly behind you, spilling himself inside you, cum leaking out. 

The both of you took a moment to recover before Curtis pulled himself and the vibrator from you, making you whine at the breath of emptiness you felt. Curtis then gently helped you stand back up, hooking his arm beneath you and lifting you up when your knees went weak. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he carried you from the kitchen and into your bedroom, gently setting you down on the soft mattress. He went to then step away but you grabbed his wrist.

“Thank you” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the moaning. 

Curtis gave you a soft grin as he bent down to kiss you softly “No, thank you” he murmured “Now relax while I clean you up and look after you like the angel you are”

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A Permanent Claim: Part 3

He could still feel the hit of his last cigarette on his tongue, the buzz from the nicotine placing him in a well enough mood to face the potential nanny that Pari had talked to.

The buzz from the dart that he’d finished before leaving the club was easing his aggression, halting his dire mood at least until he had taken stock of the woman that would be responsible for his twins when he wasn’t there.

It was a process to find someone who wasn’t willing to tamper down his kid’s excitement and eagerness to explore the world around them.

There had been a number of nannies that had come into the house only to quit within days or weeks, driven out by his twins chaotic and wild energy or their dislike of the ridgid women who tried to control their entire day.

Curtis had been through almost every nanny agency and every available caretaker without finding any long-term care for his twins, through his sons actions or his dislike for the women. They were young, they didn’t need ridgid schedules and mandatory quiet hours, and they didn’t need some nanny to enter their home attempting to reshape them into something they weren’t.

Going through the agencies that regurgitated the same kind of caretakers over and over had left Curtis angered by the lack of coordination for what he needed and what they thought he wanted. It was endless, having nanny after nanny come through his home only to be pushed away or quit because his boys were unhappy because of how they treated them.

His twins were his entire world, his twins were the most important people in his life and that had driven Curtis to find someone who would care about them in the same way he had. He didn’t want someone who looked at them like they were some problem that needed to be corrected or fixed, he needed someone who gave a damn about the little boys that he would die for.

I found a nanny, she’ll be perfect. Don’t be an asshole when you meet her — Pari

Curtis received the text a half hour before he had left the club, the message coming across with a subtle warning that both Pari and her boyfriend would give him hell if he tried to intimidate this new potential nanny. Curtis had felt momentary relief by the threat that was made, between the lines of Pari’s text, with the thinly veiled threat meaning that this nanny could be the one he was looking for.

It was weighing on his mind from the time he left the club and started making his way home, the hopeful draw of having someone good to watch his kids. Since his ex had walked out on him and his boys when they were just over a month old, denying any parental rights for them, Curtis had been working his ass off to give them everything they would ever need.

He was a single parent though he had a strong support network from the close members of the club and their significant others. They had all adored Theo and James as if they were their own, and there had never been a singular moment where Curtis had regretted doing it without their birth mother.

His ex walking away from him and his boys was the best damn thing to happen to him. He had never contacted her about coming back, he never tried to rekindle the sexual relationship that led to them having twins. He had let what happened between them die and turn to ash, and as far as he knew she was off on the coast living with some guy she met online while sleeping around on him.

I mean it. Don’t be an ass — Pari

The second message had come through his phone while he was reaching for the doorknob of the garage, his hand hovering above the sleek silver metal while he read the message. Without responding Curtis slipped his phone back into his leather jacket and then turned the handle, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He kicked his boots off to the left not caring where they landed and slammed the door shut, just as quickly taking his phone out of his pocket before shrugging his jacket off and letting it drop where he stood. He stepped over the rumpled leather, following the sound of the quiet conversation coming from the kitchen where he found his boys huddled by the table and Pari standing by the fridge.

“Daddy’s back!” Theo stopped what he was doing, dropping the crayon in his hand to the plain page he had been colouring on and then scrambled across the table.

He jumped from the edge and scurried toward Curtis, launching himself at his legs to squeeze him tightly. Curtis had hugged Theo back while watching James focus on the drawing he was creating, admiring his son when he stuck his tongue out in order to concentrate on what he was doing.

“Where’s the nanny?” Curtis questioned Pari, raising an eyebrow when she turned to face him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Did she leave already?”

“She is amazing by the way,” Pari hadn’t answered his snarky question, instead she stepped away from the fridge and walked toward Curtis, first brushing Theo’s hair back and then she rest her hand upon Curtis’ shoulder, “I mean it, if you be an asshole-“

“That’s a bad word.” James piped up from the table, raising his head to look at his aunt with furrowed brows. “That’s a bad word right?”

“What’s a bad word?” As he heard someone else speak, Curtis glanced over his shoulder toward the potential nanny Pari had mentioned.

He knew from first glance that this nanny was nothing like the others who had shown up, the other women who had an air of sophisticated arrogance about them. All it took was a first glance at this potential nanny to know that she was different, almost cathartically so, from the others.

“Asshole, that’s a bad word right?” James innocently tilted his head as his mouth pursed, one of the crayons he was using placed between his upper and bottom lip as he waited for an answer.

“That’s…” Curtis studied you, the corner of his lips twitching as a smirk threatened to form when you seemed not to notice him. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“See, bad word.” James shook his head, glancing at his drawing with a look of complete and utter focus before he shrugged. “Daddy’s back.”

Curtis had bent to lift Theo from the floor, resting his oldest twin against his hip securely holding him in place. As Theo rest his head against Curtis’ shoulder, he had gotten a better look at you.

When you had finally realized he was there, you turned slowly to face him giving him a full and unobstructed view of you. He had raked his eyes over you in a slow and calculating way, from the mismatched socks that were both patterned to the pair of jeans you chose to wear that fit you like a glove.

The material clung to your thighs and hips, so well fitted to you Curtis wondered if they weren’t painted on. And as his speculative gaze rose further, a smirk had tugged on his lips when he watched you squirm and avert your eyes with anxiousness that was fuelled by his heady stare.

One look was all it took to get a full picture of who you were and what you were like. You were a good girl, someone who was quiet and bashful, almost skittish and afraid to have a lot of attention on you all at once.

“Curtis-“ Pari addressed him, her honey-laced brown eyes narrowing with a warning as her jaw ticked, the threat lingering on the back of his mind.

“So you’re the new nanny?” Curtis drew your attention back to himself, your eyes briefly meeting his though it was quick-lived. “Do you have a name?”

“Y/N,” you spoke quietly, mumbling your name while you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You were intimidated by him, though he couldn’t discern if it was his appearance that scared you or if it was his reputation that frightened you. Regardless, he was overtly aware of the rise and fall of your chest with every tempered breath and the skittishness that you felt when he stepped toward you.

“Couldn’t hear you, wanna repeat yourself?” He was amused by you and your bashfulness, the way you wouldn’t or couldn’t look at him for longer than a few moments felt incredibly exhilarating.

He had come across more women that couldn’t stop looking at him, more women who were bold and emblazoned by their attraction to him. It was arrogant of him, he surmised, to be so immune to the way they had stared. But you, right now, unable to look at him was addictive. He was far more interested and immediately taken by your shyness than he ever would have been with a bolder woman.

“Y/N,” you spoke more clearly, finally looking at him although he could see the uncertainty in your eyes. “Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N.” He spoke your name with a half-smirk and simmering eyes.

You were quiet, like a little mouse caught in the vision of a cat on the hunt, unable to move without fear of being caught in the clutch of sharp claws. You weren’t aware of his reputation, he knew you couldn’t have been or else you wouldn’t be here in this house. If you had known what he was capable of…

“Have you been a nanny before?” While Curtis was questioning you, Theo had squirmed in his grasp and he relented to crouch down and let his son go, watching him as he moved back toward the table and his drawing.

“I have…I’ve never been a nanny but I have a full education in-“ you looked toward Pari, nervously licking your bottom lip with bubbling anxiety.

“She’s got a degree in early childhood education, she’s certified in first aid and she knows CPR,” Pari answered for you, her eyes becoming knitted and her lips turning to a scowl. “Dickhead.”

Curtis bit back a laugh and drew his hand to his face, running his palm over the edge of his beard to stifle a smirk.

He watched you from the corner of his eyes, reacting with shock at the way Pari had spoken to him in such a brash measure although he couldn’t blame you for your reaction. You didn’t know how close Pari was to Curtis and his twins. You didn’t know that beyond her being their non-blood-related aunt, Pari was also like a sister to Curtis.

Of the few people who could’ve talked back to Curtis and call him every cursed name under the sun, Pari was one of the few who could get away completely unscathed. He trusted her not just with his kids but with the process of choosing a nanny since she had helped him out with the constant shift in nannies that came through like a revolving door. Curtis knew that Pari wouldn’t have threatened to kick Curtis’ ass if she hadn’t thought you were worth keeping around.

“Are you in a relationship?” Curtis next question had caught you off guard, and he could easily picture the wheels in your head spinning as you pondered why he asked in the manner that he had.

“Umm…” Again, you looked at Pari and Curtis was struck by another jolt of amusement over your reaction to his question. “Are you allowed to ask me that?”

“I can ask you whatever I want.” Curtis crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles contracting and straining against his plain black shirt, tattoos peering under the hems of his sleeves.

“Curtis is being a dick.” Pari shot him a dangerous look, venom radiating from her warm honey-laced brown eyes.

“I’m keeping my kids in mind, Pari. I’m not going to have some random man-“ He countered Pari’s argument, the two of them verbally combatting each other.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not…” you swallowed and drew out a short breath, wiping your hands on your jeans. “I’m single and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t bring them around your kids. That’s…that’s not okay.”

Curtis looked past you toward his twins, watching the two of them colouring on pages that had been blank and now were filled with the works of their imaginations.

While Theo had conceptualized the image of a ship on the ocean with sharks and fish swimming in the water, James had drawn his idea of a forest with overhanging trees and snakes hiding in the grass. The two were almost oblivious to what was going on around them, they were in their worlds enjoying something they loved to do.

“This is a live-in nanny position, you stay here until you’re not needed-“

“Curtis she knows, I told her everything.” Pari was adamant about coming to your defence, it was clear that she liked you and believed you would be best for the role even without Curtis truly grilling you as he should have.

“I’m okay with that. Being here I mean, as a live-in nanny. I was kind of expecting it…” you shifted your weight from your left foot to your right and chewed on the inside of your cheek, one of the many nervous habits he was sure you had.

“Pari take her home. Theo, James, upstairs and get ready for bed.” Curtis spoke with finality, ending the conversation and what little interview there was.

“I don’t-“

“I better see you here tomorrow, new girl. I want you here at 8:30, don’t be late.” He spoke with gruffness, giving you a curt demanding start time for your first day with underlying expectations that he wouldn’t listen to bullshit excuses if you were late.

“Should I-“

“Dickhead.” Pari rolled her eyes at Curtis as he passed by you with Theo and James running off ahead, scoffing at him then ushering you toward the front door with her in tow.

Curtis climbed the stairs to the upper level and stopped, glanced over his shoulder to witness the front door closing and then drew his lips into a crooked grin.

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A Permanent Claim: Part 2

The twin beds set against the wall were made in perfection, a task that you speculated was taken on by the maids Pari said Curtis had hired to look after the twin mess.

The dark grey blankets were pulled taut against the bed with lighter pillows placed at the top of the mattress with a stuffed bear on one bed and an alligator on the other.

The closet doors that were placed across from each bed were closed, the frosted glass giving you a limited view of their clothes inside, although you could depict the black and white soccer ball sitting on the floor by the door hinges.

The room was clean and well organized though it hadn’t looked like a typical little boys’ room, there was a distinctive lack of toys or games, the walls were decorated with generic canvas pictures but nothing that would have related to their personalities. It seemed as if their room was ripped from the pages of some interior design magazine, copied and pasted into the house. There was little here that was conducive to Theo and James, or it had appeared that way to you.

“I’ll show you the nanny suite.” Pari directed you out of the room, closing the door behind the two of you before she stepped further into the hall, the extension of the crisp and clean aesthetic of the boy’s rooms continuing into the hall.

The carpet beneath your feet was soft, and you found yourself curling your toes into the material briefly before you followed Pari down the hall toward the next set of doors on the right side of the long hallway.

Pari had given you the rundown on the twins’ schedule, the latest time they could stay up and when Curtis wanted them up in the morning. She had explained that they were going to be entering kindergarten after summer break and the private school Curtis was sending them to would take them out of the house three days a week until Christmas, and then after they would go four days a week.

It was a lot of information given to you within a brief time until she stepped in front of one door, opening it briefly to give you a brief look at the boys bathroom they shared. The bathtub and shower combo seemed to have more life and personality than their room, a few toys set in a faux wicker basket by the corner of the bathtub, and a set of matching towels hanging on the rack were synonymous with the double vanities.

A set of toothbrushes was hanging off two holders above the sink, one themed to a superhero and the other was designed with dinosaurs in mind, both giving you more of an idea of what the twins liked than their bedroom.

It was puzzling, a wonderment why there was nothing more for the boys in their bedroom. You put the thought in the back of your mind while you followed Pari down to the next door, a nanny suite that was going to be yours when you officially started the next day.

Tonight she was going to stay to make sure the twins had settled until they had gotten relatively used to the idea of having another new nanny around, and that would in turn give you time to pack some clothes before you would be on your own.

It was her deciding factor or something about you that she liked, to give you the job after the few short hours that you had been here talking with her and to her. The process of showing you around was one more indication that you were going to be given the job, one more step toward you being hired for the job that paid exceptionally well.

However, you were curious about the high turnaround, curious enough that you had almost asked Pari whether it was the twins that drove the nanny away in some kind of Hollywood feeling scheme or if it was the man you were working for that had done the job.

“It’s got everything you’ll need.” Pari directed you into the nanny suite and you had stepped through with speculation, your eyebrows furrowing as your lips had become pursed.

The nanny suite was larger than you expected and was rather captivating with clean crisp white walls, and an intricate chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

The headboard was made of light grey material that was textured with cloth buttons that added extra detail. The bed itself was larger than the one you had in your apartment, and it was pushed against the feature wall with a nightstand on the right-hand side and a sitting chair on the other side. Across from the bed was an electric fireplace and mantle, the dark wood contrasting the white trim that ran throughout the room.

To the far left was a set of double doors that led to a small private balcony that was enclosed by a white railing. The room was designed with the same sleekness as the rest of the house, perfect to a near fault, and yet this nanny suite still had more character than the twins rooms. It was bothering you, it was getting under your skin like an itch that couldn’t have possibly been sated until you let the question be aired and given life.

“Pari, the twins room-“ You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers and your mouth shutting closed when she had drawn in a breath and rubbed the bridge of her nose with annoyance.

The corner of her lips was pressed tightly together and the scowl on her face had told you everything you needed to know.

“I know.” Those two words told you enough. “Curtis hired some interior decorator because he didn’t give a shit about what the house looked like, he’s got enough to deal with. The nannies and housekeepers come and they see the state of this place and do everything they can to keep it this way.”

“High-turnaround-“

“Not just for nannies.” Pari drew her hand away from her face and down to her hip, glancing you over again with a far less stoic expression. “Housekeepers too.”

Your suspicions of the twin being hellions that sent the nannies off were partially right, and you couldn’t have blamed them. The twins were not allowed by the other nannies to have anything in their rooms because of the clutter, and it had made the boys double down on their mission to get rid of anyone ‘allergic to fun’.

They didn’t get to express themselves, they didn’t get to enjoy being messy like kids naturally were, or even have their favourite toys in their bedrooms to play with. It was almost as if they were being forced into this state of cleanliness that wasn’t achievable for them.

“They’re kids, they should be allowed to be kids.” You mumbled under your breath, taking another glance around the room before you and Pari stepped into the hallway again.

As the door clicked behind you, your hand settled on the doorknob while Pari made her way to the winding staircase, leaving you lagging for a few moments.

“Theo, James-“ A crash had come from the lower level and your feet carried you before you had time to think, following Pari toward the kitchen and the source of the sound.

“Sorry, aunty.” One of the twin’s bottom lips was trembling, his blue eyes watering and his chest heaving with the effort to hold in his tears.

Between the twins was a broken glass and orange juice, the mixture thankfully not hitting either of their feet. Theo, or so you thought, had huffed and gritted his teeth, almost as if he was trying to present himself as a stoic figure.

“James-“ you started to speak to the twins, first addressing the twin who wasn’t near tears.

“Theo.” Pari corrected you, taking a wide berth around the glass and juice, and stepping toward a small utility closet near the edge of the kitchen.

“It was an accident, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You stepped the other way, slowly grabbing hold of James’ arm, and gently leading him away from the glass. “I’m going to clean it up, don’t step in the glass or you’ll cut your feet.”

“I was thirsty.” James pulled at your sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wanted a drink.”

“I know, it’s not your fault.” You lift him from the floor and set him on the table, sitting him on the edge before you lifted his left foot and then his right, looking for any cuts. “It was an accident.”

You drew your fingers along the bottom of his feet feeling for any nicks that you couldn’t see, biting down on the inside of your cheek when he laughed through some tears and jerked his foot. After checking both feet, you lifted him from the table and carried him further away from the mess and set him down where he wouldn’t be hurt or caught in the mess.

“Do you still want something to drink?” You crouched before him, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. “Orange juice?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Theo spoke with the same defiance, the same presentable little tough guy act he was trying to put on, almost as if he was afraid you or Pari would give them trouble. “It slipped-“

“It’s okay, Theo.” You were careful to step around the rest of the glass, carefully padding around the island toward the fridge as you stared at the rows of cupboards.

“To the left of the fridge,” Pari spoke without having to look up from the floor, “orange juice is on the right side of the fridge.”

You followed her instruction, first grabbing a glass and then the juice. You set both on the counter before closing the doors and unscrewing the cap, idly listening to the sound of James and Theo’s whispers behind you while you filled their glass.

Once it was halfway full, you grabbed the glass and turned. You nearly jumped out of your skin when they appeared closer than you anticipated, squeaking in surprise at their giggles and soft laughter.

“Funny.” You held the glass out to James, watching him and Theo guzzle down the sweet mixture before they handed it back to you. “Is that better?”

“Theo, James…go put your toys away. Pizza will be here soon.” Pari sent the directive and as quickly as the boys were here, they were gone.

They scattered from the kitchen with a few excited claims that they would beat each other to the playroom, leaving you and Pari alone. You set the glass in the sink and shifted your weight from one foot to the other while silence passed between you both.

“Crustaceans?” Pari drew your attention to herself as she stepped around the island and dumped the remaining glass shards into the garbage under the sink. “You’re allergic to crustaceans?”

“Oh.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t eat crustaceans but I can eat fish.”

“I don’t eat beef,” Pari relayed some personal preferences about herself just as you had, “It’s not an allergy, but a religious practice.”

“Beef?”

“I can eat chicken, lamb, and goat but not beef.” She looked you over as she spoke and then smiled, cracking a genuine and warm grin. “You’re going to do great with them. You’re exactly what they need.”

“Thank you-“

“-Curtis too.” She spoke over you while you fell silent. “He’s going to love you.”

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A Permanent Claim: Part 1

Your knee bounced to the tune of the song playing through the speakers of your Uber driver’s vehicle, your lips moving to the lyric you recognized.

It might have seemed as if you were paying attention to the ride or the direction of the driver as he took you to the house of your potential job.

The interview with someone he trusted, this Curtis Everett guy, and wouldn’t be with the man himself, a fact which had made you more anxious and unsettled about the interview processes that would make or break the job.

You had prepared yourself as best as you possibly could with background checks and re-certifying yourself in first aid and CPR, and you had sent your references and all your university coursework to the nanny agency that had set this up. You had presented everything you needed, you had gone through two interviews already and this, possibly, would be the last.

Your friend’s reassurance that this was a goo-paying, well-paying job, hadn’t made it any easier to potentially land. You had almost thought there were more hoops for you to jump through, even if it was slapped with a label of being a high-turnaround job. The job paid well, the kids were rather sweet and cute and yet they couldn’t keep a nanny.

Maybe you should have asked yourself why they couldn’t keep anyone down instead of being so eager to dive in.

However, the reality was quickly set upon you with the reminder that bills needed to be paid, rent was due and you had student loans that you wanted to get off your shoulders. There was more to be done than not and that required a steady income.

“We’re here, I can’t get passed the gate.” The driver informed you when he came to a stop outside of an iron-wrought barricade that kept you from accessing the rest of the property.

The tall barricade and fence were simple yet effective, the steel bars trapped between stone or concrete headers and footer had given somewhat of a glance at the house, or mansion rather, that lay beyond.

The gate itself would have opened both doors if you were given clearance but as it stood neither you nor the driver was given access now. To make it to the house, you could have had to hike it up the curved driveway to the front of the house and that was if they would even let you beyond the gate in the first place.

“I can take you somewhere else or you can get out but we’re not sitting here.” The driver had snarked, looking at you through the rearview mirror with a scowl on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

You weren’t given much of a choice with the Uber driver, you could have tried calling the number given to you but the driver wouldn’t let you stay in the vehicle. You would have to get out of the vehicle and speak to the security speaker or at the very least get out and call the number.

“I’m getting out.” You unbuckled and tossed it to the side, scrambling to grab your purse and phone before you fumbled with the door.

You stepped out of the Uber and nudged the door shut with your hip, the latch catching and the driver starting to roll away from the gate. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked toward the security box before the entrance of the gate, briefly listening to the driver abandoning you before you pressed your thumb into the call button.

You waited for someone to either let you in or deny you completely, the crackle of the system reminding you of the white noise machines your college roommate had used night after night until she moved in with her boyfriend. She swore she couldn’t sleep without the crackling background noise, even though you were vexed by the sound and didn’t find any comfort from the sound.

Despite your asking if she could wear headphones when she used the machine because it was preventing her from sleeping well, your college roommate refused and made the rebuttal that you could wear headphones instead.

“I’m here to interview for the nanny position.” Your voice and lips had moved without your knowledge, and you hadn’t been aware that anyone was even had spoken to you until you heard your reply.

“Y/N L/N?” The voice through the speaker had huffed, irritated by the intrusion or maybe it was you being here ringing the buzzer that annoyed them.

Regardless, the gate had begun opening after their snort of derision and you were given access to the grounds.

The mansion stood out against the dark asphalt driveway that extended from the road to the edge of the steps. The light-coloured brick and mortar seemed altogether unassuming and ordinary yet beautifully designed in conjecture with the double french doors that were shut tight.

Even as far away as you were, you could make out the design of the detailed glass set into the dark wood of the double doors. The overhanging arch that protected the door from less-than-ideal weather if it had inflicted itself upon the earth was made of light sandy and taupe-coloured bricks set into place with matching grout.

There was a set of matching arched cutouts above the welcoming arch that served no purpose but decoration, embedded with sconces and security cameras aimed at the front door.

The door opened before you even had an opportunity to ring the doorbell or use the brass knocker, the woman that had come peeling out of the house had knocked into you with brute force. You harrumphed and braced yourself against the wall as she passed you with a reddened face and spittle gathering at the corner of her lips.

“Those demons-“

“Y/N L/N.” another woman stepped into your view, looking you up and down with a passive smirk on her face.

You didn’t know what drew your attention first, whether it was the septum piercing she had that glittered in the light or whether it was the full sleeve of tattoos covering her right arm.

“You’re…” You stuttered and looked over your shoulder toward the older woman who couldn’t have gotten out of the house fast enough. “Is she okay?”

“Come inside.” The woman with long plaited black hair had stepped aside to let you pass into the house and as you passed you took notice of the largest tattoo on her right shoulder, the image of a goddess that wasn’t at all familiar to you.

“You have tattoos?” She wasn’t bothered at all by you staring at her, neither was she put off by your wide-eyed gaze when she closed the door with her foot, bringing attention to the piercing in her hips and belly button.

“No.” you squeaked, intimidated by the woman who looked as tough as nails and unapologetically in touch with herself. “I don’t…I’ve never-“

“Curtis trusts me to find the little hellions a good nanny.” She tilted her head to the side, an indication to follow her into the kitchen, neither waiting nor checking to see if you trailed after her.

“Twins, right?” You scurried after the woman as she crossed into the kitchen and immediately reached for a glass of water before pushing another toward you.

The kitchen, like the exterior of the mansion, was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing though it seemed as if it was relatively untouched.

There was a massive island in the middle of the kitchen with sleek marble countertops that were heralded by deepest cupboards and a breakfast bar on the far side. There was a dangling chandelier that hung above the middle of the island, accompanied by pot lights set into the indented ceiling although few were on.

“Theo and James are five turning six.” She had spoken, yet to give you her name, and looked you over once more before she rest her hip against the counter and lift the glass to her dark-stained lips. “Do you drink?”

“Not often.” You answered her directly, tapering off at the end of your speech while trying to be subtle about taking in every detail of the kitchen. “I’ve never been drunk before, I don’t know what it’s like to have a hangover.”

“You do drugs?”

“Do you?” You asked in retaliation without thinking, drawing a laugh from the woman whose name you still hadn’t known. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Curtis is protective of who comes around his kids. There have been more nannies coming and gone because of who they pretend to be or how they treat their kids. His kids are his whole world-“

“I’m not looking to make their mom mad, or try and infringe-“

“Curtis isn’t married, he brings women home but he keeps that away from his boys. He won’t let his boys see any of the everyday shit that could be harmful to their psyche.” She had continued to size you up, a smirk tugging on her lips until she rolled her shoulder back and exposed a waterlily tattoo on the side of her neck.

“I’m sorry,” you furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, remunerating on what your friend had told you earlier about Curtis Everett being frightening without her ever giving up his profession, “but what does Curtis do?”

There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you, the silence that lingered as she drank from her glass of water before eventually setting it back against the marble. The clink of the bottom rim against the smooth countertop had nearly been overshadowed by the sound of boyish laughter and thundering footsteps coming straight toward the kitchen.

The twins you might be in charge of had come bustling into the kitchen heading straight toward the woman you had been talking to. They hadn’t faltered in running up to her and slamming themselves against her legs, hugging her tightly while talking at the same time. She had somehow embraced them both while lifting them onto the kitchen island, neither one paying attention to you until she had whispered to them.

The twins themselves seemed to exude trouble from their matching green eyes that sparked with mischief and secrets. Their dark brown hair had been cropped short in a Caesar cut, the two nearly identical cuts making it almost impossible to tell one from the other and yet one had a slightly more pronounced jaw than the next.

“My name’s Theo,” the seemingly bolder of the twins had lurched forward to stare deep into your eyes, sprawled across the marble surface, “how old are you?”

“Have you ever eaten a spider? A live spider?” The other twin crawled across the surface of the island toward you, his fingers spread and squeaking upon the surface. “Are you allerganic to fun?”

“Allergic,” you corrected, glancing between the two boys as they rapidly fired off questions to you, one after the other, “I’m allergic to crustaceans-“

“What are crust-ashes-“ the quieter twin had piped up, kicking his feet twice.

“Shellfish,” you looked from James to Theo and back again, unable to keep your eyes on one and not the other, “lobster and crab, oysters…”

“I don’t like lobster. I like chicken.” Theo huffed and flopped onto his back, holding his arms and legs into the air stiffly. “I wish I was a turtle-“

“Pari.” She held her hand out to you to shake, delicate and light tracings of ink on her left hand and forearm drawing your attention, even momentarily. “It’s what my boyfriend calls me.”

“Pari.” You repeated the name she had given you, shaking her hand while the twins continued to rattle off questions one after the other. “Y/N-“

“Curtis trusts me to make a good decision. You seem well rounded and you’re not a psycho, the twins like you-“

“You like me?”

“Do you have cooties?” Theo bound to his feet in a single moment, standing on his tippy toes in the middle of the island.

“I took my cootie shot and islands aren’t for standing on.” Your gentle scold had been met with a bout of energy from Theo, and a startling scream as he jumped off the island and goaded James to follow him.

“I’ll show you around tonight, give you the schedule and all the codes.” Pari had motioned for you to follow her out of the kitchen, across the entranceway into a study. “Tomorrow you’ll meet Curtis.”

“What does Curtis do?” You asked again after not getting a direct answer the first time.

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” She opened the door for you to step into the study, a contract sitting in the middle of the desk with a sleek silver pen on the paper. “His reputation is usually well known.”

“Oh, but I don’t…” You sat down before the desk while she sat on the other side, another smirk toying at her lips.

“He runs a motorcycle club and has half the county’s richest men in his pocket,” her smirk widened at your silence, “I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

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A Permanent Claim: Prologue

Heat bloomed against your palms and an exhale had fallen from your lips when you noticed the hands of time mocking you when you stole another glance at the clock hanging off the wall.

There was a certain window of availability which was quickly dwindling and each second that had passed in the back corner of his favourite hotspot was creating a bubbling and egregious twist to your stomach.

You were supposed to be at an interview for a nanny position in just over an hour and still, you were waiting for Hayden.

Your ex-boyfriend had texted you after months of stilled silence between the two of you, his desire to reconnect fuelling your desire to see his pretty green eyes again. Despite his penchant for being an upper-class ass, Hayden still made you feel lighter than you were willing to admit to. His green eyes, his boyish charm and the pedigree that was a cavern between the two of you also happened to be what brought you together.

His degree in business management was a career his father wanted for him, his life had dually been planned out for him and caused a strain on most of his relationships with his ordinary and normal friends. The pressure to be with someone in the upper crust of society had been part of the reason why you broke it off, and you had been disdained to admit that you missed him.

As arrogant and cocky as he could have been, you missed Hayden.

And he missed you enough to want to meet up and possibly rekindle your relationship, or at the very least become friends again.

Only Hayden was deridingly late and you were running out of free time for him.

“I know someone who works for a nanny agency. There’s a high turn-around job but it pays damn well. The guy is kind of terrifying but the kids are cute.” Your friend relayed the information that could have seen you placed with a single dad of two kids as a nanny.

And you were supposed to be readying yourself for an interview with someone hired to find the family a nanny, or it was a friend of your potential boss. Sending in your criminal record check and giving your professors’ recommendations and completing an early childhood education degree, CPR, first aid and child development courses wasn’t quite enough. The series of interviews you were supposed to be going through would be one of the final steps.

After, of course, you met the twins you would be responsible for.

If you ever got through this meeting with Hayden, if you had the chance to meet up as he promised you.

“High turnaround? Why is there such a high turnaround if the job is so well paying?” Your question had been met with hesitation and your friend had seemed to take longer to answer than you thought necessary.

“The guy is terrifying and he’s protective of who comes around his kids-“

“How is that a bad thing? The guy’s protective of his kids.” Your conversation rang out in your head in time with the bell above the door, and as you lifted your head to see Hayden walking in, your friends’ voices rang out again.

“There’s more to it than that, but I think this could be a good job. As long as you don’t get scared off.”

“Y/N,” Hayden approached the table you sat at, his green eyes dropping to the cup in your hands before they flit back toward your face, a smile briefly tugged at his lips, “how are you?”

“You’re cutting it close.” You snipped with more force than necessary, irritated that he was pushing you to the last moment.

As if he didn’t realize that this interview for a nanny job could be what made it possible to stay in the area, or was the catalyst to you crawling back home with shame and your tail tucked between your legs.

“Relax, I’m here now. I had a business meeting with my dad and my advisor.” His father was one of the richest men in town, save for a few known names, and his advisor was making sure he ended college with half a million dollars in his bank account and an avenue to make a half-million more without even lifting a finger.

“I don’t have much time, I have an interview for a nanny position-“

“A nanny?” Hayden’s surprise had cut you off and he had leaned in, crossing his arms on the table. “You want to be a nanny? Really?”

“Yes.” You felt as if your eye was beginning to twitch and the remainder of yet another reason why you and Hayden hadn’t worked out the first time had risen to the surface. “I love kids, I love working with kids.”

Hayden had hummed, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed. He was, as he always had been, boyishly charming with the qualities of every kind of pretty fuck boy engrained in his being. Your relationship with him was fun as it always had been, but the pressure put on him by his parents to have a proper girlfriend from their social circles and Hayden’s lack of appreciation for what you chose to study in university had broken you.

And still, you wanted to try again. Still, you thought that if you could overlook his disapproval and the feeling of not being good enough…maybe the two of you could work out.

“That’s good for you.” He came across as condescending though you were sure he hadn’t meant to say it like that. “So you have an interview. Who with?”

You tapped the cup between your hands with your fingernails as you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want to hold back from him and yet your tongue wouldn’t physically form the words you wanted it to. You were left in silence while you and Hayden stared each other down, him waiting for an answer and you becoming increasingly annoyed. Part of you was annoyed that he was being so irritating and vexing, the other part of you was increasingly drawn to him and his eyes.

Maybe part of you was mad, maybe it was some kind of crazed inner toxicity that made you want to be with him again.

Despite the flaws and boyishness.

“I have to go.” He just got here, you knew he had, but you had to leave.

Or maybe you were just needing space because he had pushed you a little far and you were seeking an escape. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Whether it was nothing more than an excuse to leave him, or it was a true statement about needing to prepare, you would be leaving regardless.

“Wish we had more time to talk, I just got here.” Hayden stood when you had, his statement causing a twitch behind your left eye. “Maybe we can meet up after your interview. I’m heading to the Sharks club to watch the game.”

“Sure, why not.” You sidestepped the table, caught by his arm stretched before you preventing you from leaving yet.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” His lips met your cheek, a lingering kiss pressed to you before he dropped his arm and let you leave.

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A Permanent Claim

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: After taking a high turnaround job as a nanny, you find yourself thrown into the world of bikers where you’re claimed by the leader

Pairing: biker!Curtis Everett x nanny!Reader

Curtis & Mousey drabbles

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Oh gosh! 5 definitely Curtis and Mousey in the kitchen 🔥

“You’re a little mouthy.” He let the comment slip, the edge of his mouth twitching in restraint to the smirk that was on the cusp of forming.

“Mouthy?” There was a gentle pad of your hand on the counter, your smack dull and mildly intimidating. “I am not mouthy.”

Curtis turned his head, eyes cast over his shoulder to look at you as you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You were on the other side of the kitchen island, cutting up some celery for the twins request of ants on a log. He watched you, as your mind likely ran, with his idea that you were argumentative.

You were beautiful, God how you made Curtis feel painfully hard with everything you did. That day you yelled at the members of his gang, scolding them like they were children was the closest he had gotten to completely breaking.

He had never been so fucking turned on by you, so desperately fucking horny. It took every ounce of strength not to drag you back and devour your sweet pussy on the table.

Sexual tension between you had never been higher.

“I am not mouthy!” You slammed the knife flat on the counter and leaned over, your eyes narrowing into a bewitching glare, your lips pursing.

Curtis turned to face you head on, crossing his arms over his chest effectively drawing your attention to the tension of his biceps and the taut stretch of his shirt over his defined muscles. The smirk he had been resisting had broken on his face when your attempt at a hard glare faltered, and your irises had widened.

And then you seemed to regain control, shaking your head.

“They deserved it you know. Worse than children.” Curtis listened to you mutter, he let you complain justifiably about the members of his biker gang as you should’ve.

While he listened he had began walking toward you, counting on you being focused on cutting and spreading peanut butter on celery, and not focused on him. He had waited until you walked around the other side of the island to make his move, first setting his large hands on your hips and then lifting you like you were weightless.

“Curtis-!” You squeaked incredulously, batting at his shoulders before falling into mild shock when he moved his hands from your hips to your waist, fingers tangled in your white shirt.

The tip of his nose brushed against yours and the smirk playing on his lips had grown when he felt you shiver against him. You didn’t know where to place your hands, first upon his shoulders and then you’d moved them to his chest before finally settling them on his neck.

“You’re a little mouthy, Mousey.” Curtis dropped his gaze to your lips, studiously memorizing every ridge and minute detail of the flesh he wanted to feel upon his own.

“I’m not-” he broke his resistance and stole the kiss, his lips possessively moving against yours as he took everything he could from the titular moment.

He heard you whine against the prod of his tongue, the sound entirely erotic and captivating. It was the single most sinful and provocative sound he heard, eliciting such powerful hunger and to the man who had heard many women in his past moaning because they thought he liked it, the small whines were beyond seductive.

“Fuck,” Curtis swore into the kiss, his hands starting to lift your shirt up your back, “fuck Mousey, you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“I’m not-” he swallowed your protest, fingers digging into your skin, either as an attempt to mark you or because he was so desperate to feel you quake against him.

He wanted to fuck you on the counter, he wanted to drop to his knees and hold your legs open while he ate your sweet cunt. He was a man with an appetite for you, he craved you.

“Yes, you are.” Curtis pulled away, his eyes overcome with vivacious passion, need and desire.

He only pulled away to spare his boys the embarrassment of seeing their dad shoving his tongue down your throat. He only pulled away to spare them the image of their nanny and their daddy wrapped in each other.

“Hey! How come you get to sit on the counter? No fair!” James protested, a whine to the edge of his voice.

“I saved little Mousey from a spider.” Curtis offered an explanation while his eyes were still heady with lust. “Finish making their snack, Y/N. And then we can finish our conversation.”

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A momentary scare — A Permanent Claim drabble

A/N: I have never been through anaphylaxis and I’m not allergic to anything so my medical knowledge might not be completely accurate

Behave, Mousey. I’ll know if you aren’t, and I’m not afraid to dole out some punishments — Curtis

“He’s still worried? He needs to relax a little, its dinner not a strip club.” Park side-eyes Nat and gives her a little smirk, the two women communicating silently while you sit around a table.

“Its Mousey,” Nat teases affectionately, “the only people Curtis is more protective over is Theo & James.”

“We’re not…” you lean forward and rest your forearms against the edge of the table. “…going to a strip club are we?”

“Not now, hun.” Nat reaches over to squeeze your hand, her smile meeting her eyes. “We’ll let you get a little more used to the club business before we throw naked men at you.”

“Or at least try to throw naked men at her. If Curtis doesn’t throw her over his shoulder first.” Pari and Nat’s teasing comes with ease, and you don’t feel dismayed by their comments.

The idea of Curtis becoming so jealous of you going to a strip club that he throws you over his shoulder was another thing altogether.

“She’s thinking of it.” Nat continued, lifting her glass to her lips. “Let that imagination run wild, its not even close to what Curtis is capable with you.”

“Oh! No, I mean I’m not…” you felt warmth pool in your belly, desire quick to follow when you think of all 6ft+ of him tossing you around.

“Ladies,” the waiter had come back to the table, first setting your drinks down, “your order will be out shortly. Another few minutes.”

“Seafood free, right? I hate to be anal but…”

“Allergies.” The waiter had nodded his head, an astute yet kind of distance in his gaze. “Everything’s taken care of.”

The waiter is quick to leave, and the three of you fall into a comfortable conversation. You drink and talk for the few minutes until your food comes, and then you add your final bits of dialogue before you start eating.

It doesn’t hit you at first, the sense that somethings wrong. Its subtle, almost as if it wasn’t there to begin with and then you feel it. You chew and swallow before you feel it becoming harder to breathe, your hands clutch the table as you recognize what’s happening.

“Y/N, sweetheart…” Natasha reaches for your hand, turning your wrist over to feel the drop in your pulse. “Call an ambulance!”

“They said it was taken care of!” Pari stands so abruptly, the chair toppled over and she’s immediately at your side, giving you support.

You feel like gasping for air yet your throw keeps growing tighter. You don’t know whether its the anxiety of going into anaphylactic shock or the idea that someone could have messed with your food that has you unable to comprehend the chaos.

“Call Curtis! Get him to meet us at the hospital!” Natasha stays behind, Pari is already leading you out toward the door.

A manager, the general manager or someone with absolute dread on their face, is coming toward you both. Your eyes burn, your skin feels hot and the urgent need to throw up is hitting you with the weight of train.

It could’ve been minutes, hours or days. You don’t recollect time between being in the restaurant to being strapped to an ambulance board. You don’t know how you managed not to completely collapse as the paramedics talk to you with muffled voices.

You feel accosted by the lights of the ambulance, you feel detrimentally conscious and aggravated with yourself for not having your EpiPen.

Everything hurts, everything is grating to your body. Your eyes begin to close as rest finds you.

“…i’m sorry…” you whisper to the person next to you, the back of an ambulance traded for a hospital bed. “…I screwed up…”

“No,” a handle yet rough hand brushes your hair back, his bright eyes linger on you, “you didn’t do anything, Mousey.”

“I didn’t know, Curtis. I told them over and over…” you felt weak still, but the oxygen mask you were given by the doctors and nurses helps enough.

“Someone fucked with your food. The cooks adhered but somewhere between it leaving the kitchen and being given to you, it was fucked with.” He leans in and brushes his lips against your forehead, kissing you softly.

“I should’ve had my EpiPen.” You whined, turning your head in embarrassment for being foolish. “I should’ve…been more careful.”

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.” He astutely gentle, keeping a rather level head now that he’s here though you know he likely gave someone hell.

“Theo & James..?”

“They’re taken care of. Steve’s girls’ got them.” Curtis answered you and slowly inched you over so he could lay beside you, and then he wrapped an arm around you.

“I told you not to get into trouble.” His grip on you was protective and firm, he was careful not to squeeze. “This is never happening again, Mousey.”

“Curtis-“ he stopped you before you could stop, pressing a finger to your lips.

“We’re getting you an allergy protection dog. That’s not a question, its happening. And you’re going to start carrying your EpiPen.” Curtis spoke with finality, you couldn’t have argued with him if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again, feeling emotional and anxious.

“I can’t fucking lose you, baby. I won’t lose you, I can’t.” Curtis closed his eyes and breathed in deep. “I would never recover.”