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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, talk of injuries

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

I heard grumbling coming from the kitchen as I finished cleaning up the office. Venturing through the hallway, I leaned against the doorframe and watched Eliot try to wrestle his hair into a ponytail.

“everything alright?” I asked as I walked in. Eliot spun around towards me and growled in frustration. “I know. It’s after a job and you don’t like to be bothered while you’re decompressing but Eliot…” I held my hands up as I walked over to him.

“No matter how many times I put my hair up, it keeps falling out and getting in my face.” Eliot grumbled. I nodded and slipped my arms around his waist. He begrudgingly wrapped his arms around me. “Everything ok with you?” I shook my head.

“bad day.” I shrugged. “Just finished cleaning the office.” Eliot nodded and kissed my forehead. “I think I already what you’re going to say but…” I played with the back of Eliot’s shirt. “Can I braid your hair?” Eliot stared at me for a second before turning off the stove. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room. Gently pushing on my shoulders, Eliot walked over to the bathroom. He came back with a hair tie and the hair brush.

“here.” He said, pushing them into my hands before sitting down on the floor in front of me. Reaching for the tv remote, Eliot put on the first sports game that he came across. Then he settled back between my legs against the couch. “Go ahead and start.” I hesitantly ran my fingers through his hair.

“you sure?” I asked as I gently scratched his scalp. Eliot hummed happily.

“yeah. I think we both need it.” Eliot looked over his shoulder at me. “Just don’t make it tight and make sure it wont come apart and get in my face.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“thank you el.” I whispered. Eliot squeezed my knee before turning back towards the tv. Running my fingers through his hair, I sectioned it off into three parts. Grabbing the hair brush, I brushed it. Once I started braiding it, Eliot leaned further into the couch.

“How the hell is this as relaxing as it is?” He grumbled as he crossed his arms. I shrugged.

“beats me.” I carefully brushed the hair back from his face and made sure that it was tucked into the braid. “You going to fall asleep on me?” Eliot chuckled.

“maybe.” He teased. “You keep running your fingers through my hair and I just might.” I chuckled and gently tugged on his hair.

“behave yourself there mister.” I joked. Eliot groaned and leaned back further. Pulling the hair tie from around my wrist, I secured it to the bottom of the braid. “All done.” I patted his shoulders and his head lolled over onto my knee. He fake snored as I started laughing. Pushing his shoulder, Eliot couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he peeked at me laughing.

“got you in a good mood now though.” He laughed as he sat up. Kneeling in front of me, he leaned forward to kiss me. “Thank you.” Eliot whispered as he cupped my cheeks. “Wanna watch me cook?” I nodded.

“sure. If you want me to.” Eliot nodded. “You usually don’t.”

“what can I say?” He shrugged. “I think you need it as much as I do.” Kissing me again, he held his hand out to me and stood up.

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Keeping Secrets

I had an idea about Eliot and a single mom of an eight year old, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy!

Takes place around season two.

Content: mention of a kid slipping on a flight of stairs, bruises, and single parenting

" Look, we need this for the job. I know it's short notice, but you said you have some on hand."

"I said I had half finished ones. It would take at least six hours of painting to finish. Then the process to make the paint cure and ageing takes another four. I can't Nate." I say into my phone as I add cut carrot to the pot of soup on the stove, then turn to glance at my daughter drawing at the table. "I have priorities that are outside the team that are more important then conning someone."

" Alright. I talk to Hardison, see what he can cook up."

"Good plan. I'm sorry I couldn't help. See ya."

I pull the phone away and hangup, tucking it into my pocket. I turn back to the pot on the stove and give the contents a stir.

The call with Nate still on my mind after dinner, even though I tried to punch it out of my mind and focus on Odette

After she went to bed I texted Hardison to make sure it was all good, which it was of course, but the guilt of not telling the team was starting to get to me. Especially not telling Eliot.

He and I would flirt and dance around each other all the time, we have since I joined the team. But I still keep my life private, being one of the best forgers is dangerous. Even if it's part time.

The next morning I bring her to school, making sure to sign her field trip permission slip, then give her a long hug, before sending her inside.

I head to McRory's to check in and do some legitimate work.

I walk into Nate's apartment, finding him and Hardison there with security feeds on the screens.

" Hey guys. How's it going?"

" It's going. Managed to pull something together. Not as good as yours but it's getting the job done." Nate says with out looking at me.

"I'm sure he did a great job." I reply as I pull out my sketch book to work at Nate's dinner table.

"Nice of you to join us." Eliot's voice cracks through the comms.

"Nice hear you too, El. Sorry I couldn't help last night."

"S'alright. Hardison managed. But I'd love to hear about what kept you busy."

"Was it a date?" Parker asks.

" Kinda."

"Oh? Who with?"

"Somebody special. Now can we stop talking about my personal life?"

The rest day passes with out much excitement. The team comes and goes and soon enough we are all down in the pub. I note that school let out thirty minutes ago, but Odette has a practice for a school play for an hour and a half after school. Meaning I hang out for another half hour with the team, then head to pick her up, and grab some take out on the way home.

A light touch at my elbow makes me jump and turn to see Eliot grinning at me.

"Didn't mean to scare you, darlin'. I was just asking if you had plans later."

I let out a sigh and look down. This isn't the first time he's asked that, and I doubt it will be the last. He's asked me out before, but the thought Odette getting attached to him like I have, or getting caught up in something scares me enough to not risk it.

" I do. I'm sorry, Eliot."

"With the someone from last night?"

"Yeah. But please, Eliot, I want to keep my private life, private."

" I understand. I won't push it, but I wish you'd tell me why we do this dance, yet you always have mysterious plans."

" I know. But I can't tell you, El."

" Because you don't trust me?" His voice is low as he looks at his feet.

I step close to him, I cup his cheek and make him look at me.

"Eliot, I trust you with my life. But this is something I can't risk, this part of my life shouldn't touch the other side."

"What do you think would happen?"

"I don't know, and I am terrified to find out. But if something changes, you will be the first to know, okay?"

A small smile crosses his face, I return his smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I wish I could let my self fall for him with out a care, kiss him properly, but I can't.

I pull away and step back, taking a deep breath, I grab my stuff and turn back to him.

"Good night, Eliot."

"Good night."

I turn and head out the door and once in the safety of my car I relax just a little. I check the time, almost an hour to kill till pick up, I drive over to Odette's school and park. I pull out my sketch book and wait.

*************

A rapid knock on my car window pulls my attention away from work to find my daughter's face pressed against the glass making a face, causing a laugh to bubble out of my chest.

When she pulls away I roll my window down.

"Hey kiddo! How's was today?"

"Good. Miss. Anne read to us and we got to make a recipe form the book."

"Cool! Hop in and you can tell me more on the way home."

She grins and runs to her side of the back seat, tossing her turquoise backpack next to her. She buckles in and kicks of her shoes before she begins retelling her day of school, while I drive towards home, stopping for take out on the way.

*********

"Are you okay, Mom?" She asks suddenly during dinner.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, just thinking about work."

"Just work?"

I let out a sigh.

"I got asked on a date tonight before I left."

She lets out a shriek of excitement and starts bouncing in her seat.

"Was it Eliot? Did you say yes? Please say you said yes !!"

"Yes, it was Eliot, and no, I didn't say yes."

Her excitement fades, making my heart ache.

"But why? You like him a lot. You talk and tell stories about him all the time. You've even drawn him."

"Because it's complicated, love. We work together and it might end badly and mess up the friendship we have. And you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"But you like him!"

" Odette. It's not happening. I'm sorry."

She lets out a dramatic sigh and slumps back in her chair.

It's silent for a few minutes, then she starts telling me about something that happened during the play rehearsal.

*********

The con had been rough to say the least. A mark with trust issues, a head goon who was actually good at his job, and a forged master piece all part of Nate's plan. At least I wasn't a main option grifting or thieving.

Hardison, Parker and I were sitting in a booth while Nate and Sophie talked with the client. I was laughing at something Parker said, when out of the corner of my eye I see the flash of my phone ringing.

My heart drops to my stomach when I read her teacher's name.

"Shit." I mutter as I pick it up to answer.

"What? What's wrong?" Hardison asks as he looks at me concerned.

I ignore him as I put it to my ear.

"Hello? Anne, what's up?"

"Hi, Y/N, I'm calling because of an incident that happened during the field trip today."

"What happened? Is Odette okay?"

"We were at the top of the steps to the second floor of the museum, the kids were a few steps ahead of Rick and I, and her foot slipped on a step. And she fell about four feet to the next landing "

I try to stand, but the table of the booth stops me in my tracks.

"What?"

"I know, it's not the best news. And I feel terrible that it happened but she's ok. A small scrape on her knee and some bruises. I wish it had never happened but it could have been so much worse."

"Are you back at the school? Should I come get her?"

"We are at the school. She asked me to call you to come and get her. She seems ok for the most part, I think it just scared her."

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in twenty."

"Alright, I'll let her know. See you soon."

I pull the phone away from my ear and shove it in my pocket. I grab my stuff, slide from the booth, and head for the door.

" Yo, where you goin'?" Hardison calls after me.

" It's private. Tell the others I had to cut out early."

I head for the door of McRory's trying to dodge people, but failing as I run in to someone, nearly falling on my face.

But a familiar scent of warmth and spices floods my nose as a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. Eliot.

"Careful, darlin'. Where you off to in such a rush."

"I'm sorry it's hard to explain. I have to go." I say to him as I detangle my self from his arms and rush out the front door.

I make it to my car and toss my bag in the passenger seat, start the engine, and pull out of my spot and head towards the school.

************

I practically run through the school to Odette's class room. I open the door to find her sitting on a beanbag chair with her teacher and a book.

She looks up when I enter, and starts to wiggle to get up. Once on her feet she runs over to me, and I drop to my knees to hug her tight.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi, momma." Her voice muffled by my shoulder.

I pull away from her and look over her arms and see a bruse forming on her upper left arm, some on her leg, and a few scrapes on her knees. I cup her face and kiss her forehead.

"Let's get you home, okay baby?"

She nods, then pulls away to grab her backpack.

I look to her teacher, who is now standing, then walk to give her a quick hug as well.

"Thank you, Anne, for taking care of her."

"You're welcome. I took her to the nurse when we got here, nothing broken, just bumps and bruises."

I offer her my hand, which she takes and holds tight, then we say goodbye to her teacher, and head to the car.

I give her a nod, then turn back to Odette who looks all too ready to go home.

Once she's settled in her seat, I get in as well, and head home.

A few minutes into the drive my phone starts to ring, I answer without looking at the contact.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I just wanted to check in. You flew out of here like a bat outta hell." Eliot grumbles with a concerned tone.

"Yeah. I'm okay. But it's personal. I might be out for a day or two."

" Hardison said it sounded serious. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just-"

My sentence is interrupted from the back seat, loud enough I know Eliot hears.

"Momma? Can we get pizza for dinner? With olives? Please?"

I glance at her in the rearview, she's barely awake, her eyes heavy and head lulling to the side.

"Sure thing, love." I say to her, receiving a sleepy smile in return.

Eliot is still silent on the other side of the line. I let to go a second longer, then start to speak.

"Look, I have to go. I see you when I see you."

I hear him try to say something, but ignore it and hang up. I know is rude to hang up on someone like that, but he already heard Odette, and it was the only way to not have to answer his questions.

************

As I pull into the driveway, I see Eliot leaning against the side of his truck, arms crossed and staring a hole into the ground.

I park next to him and shut the car off. I let out a sigh as he looks at me through the window. I toss my keys in my bag, swing it to my shoulder, open my door to climb out, then shut it quietly so I don't wake Odette.

I walk around to the front of the car and stand a few feet in front of Eliot. We stand in silence, just starring at each other.

"Hi, Eliot."

"That all you got to say. You ran out of the pub, then when I called to check in you brush it off, and then to top it off I hear a kid your car call you mom."

His tone is calm and even, but I know him well enough to know he's boiling under the surface.

" It's complicated, Eliot."

" Is it? Is that what you have been keeping a secret all this time? Why?"

"Because she is my whole world, and if something happened to her because of a job I would never forgive myself."

"Is she the reason you always said no?" His voice quiet and heartbreaking.

I take a step closer to him and cup his face in my hands.

"Eliot. You have no idea how many times I have wanted to say yes to you. How many times I have dreamt about what would happen if I did. But if I take that leap and something happens, it won't be just me who would be heartbroken."

"You think I'd hurt you?"

"Not on purpose. But with the jobs we pull, and the danger we put ourselves in, there are somethings we can't control. And if something happened to you during a job, and you didn't get back up."

I stop short, the lump that had been growing in my throat making it hard to speak. His hands come up to hold my head.

"I get it. I do. But you can't live with that fear forever."

"I know, I just-"

I cut off at the sound of a car door opening, and a sleepy voice calling my name.

I pull my head from Eliot's hands and turn to look at Odette, who looking between us confused and tired at the same time.

"Hey, baby." I hold my arm out to her as I take a step back from Eliot. "Come here, I want you to meet someone."

She walks over to us, never taking her eyes of Eliot. She hugs my waist, and I wrap and arm around her shoulders.

"Odette, this is El-"

" He's Eliot. I recognize him from your drawings." She says with a cheerful tone.

I feel my face heat up as I close my eyes, a low chuckle come from Eliot, causing me to open my eyes.

He's trying to fight a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he looks between Odette and I.

"Not a word."

He raises his hand in surrender, then squats down to be eye level with Odette, offering his hand to her.

"You're right, I'm Eliot. And who might you be?"

" I'm Odette." She says shaking his hand.

"It's good to meet you."

I watch the interaction with a smile on my face. It's going better then I ever could have hoped. My feelings for Eliot growing more intense as he talks to Odette.

Odette's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Momma?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can Eliot stay for supper?"

She has a pleading look in her eyes. I look to Eliot who is already looking at me with a soft smile.

"Sure. You asked for pizza earlier, you still want that?"

"Yes!"

"Alright," I laugh at her excitement, " go get your backpack and we'll go inside."

She lets out a squeak, then runs to the car. I look to Eliot as he stands up.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I got win her over if I want to date you don't I? You come as a package."

We share a smile, then when Odette comes back with her backpack, we head inside.

Once inside I take Odette to her room to change and to give her a once over my self. She has bruises and scratches all down her side and on her arm and leg. The scrapes all ready treated my the school nurse.

"Oh baby. I'm sorry you have so many bruises. Do they hurt?"

"A little. But not bad, just when I poke them like this."

I watch as she pokes a dark bruise, then flinches. I pull her hands away, and hold them.

"Well don't poke them if they hurt. Why don't you pick out some comfys and get changed. Then we can go make Eliot watch a Disney movie. I don't think he's ever seen one."

She lets out a shocked gasp then runs to her dresser.

I leave her room and walk back to where I left Eliot in the living room. I find him looking at the wall full of photos from the day Odette was born, to one I took at the beginning of the school year.

I watch at he stops at a picture of me holding Odette when she was maybe eight months old, with matching grins on our faces.

"That one is my favorite." I say to him.

He spins around like he got caught looking at something he shouldn't.

"She looks like you."

I nod, walking forward to stand next to him.

"She also looks like my dad." I point to to picture of him and I.

Eliot nods, then takes a breath to say something, but let's it out without a word.

"What? What were you gonna ask?"

"Where's her dad? I don't want to step in anything."

I shake my head, slip my hand into his and give it a squeeze.

"You aren't stepping in anything. He was a one night stand. I don't think he ever even told me his name."

"So you did it all on your own?"

"Pretty much. My family helped as much as they could, and I took as much legit work as I could find, but then when Nate approached and asked for a favor, I said yes. Plus the paycheck was nothing to laugh at."

His face scrunches.

"You knew Nate before you joined the team?"

"Yeah. He and my dad worked together at IYS. My dad left because he couldn't stand Blackwell. But he kept in touch with Nate over the years."

He let's out a huff of a laugh, and shakes his head.

"I ordered a pizza while you were in there."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Made sure it had olives." He gives me a knowing smile.

"Well then you have won Odette's heart already."

"What about yours?"

"You won that a long time ago." I lean up and press kiss to his cheek.

I pull away when I hear little feet pound down the hallway, into the living room, then she bounces onto the couch.

Soon enough the pizza arrives, and we enjoy dinner in the living room. Eliot and Odette getting along like they've known each other for years, rather then an hour and half at most.

After dinner, and clean up, Eliot tries to leave, but Odette uses her professional puppy eyes get him to give in to her pleas for him to stay.

He finally caves and sits rigid of the couch while Odette diggs through our movie collection, and settling on Lilo and Stitch.

We manage to Eliot to relax, jacket and boots by the door, and sitting on the couch next to me, Odette squeezed between us, and a blanket over the three of us.

I notice Odette stops wiggling half way through the movie. I turn to check on her, and find he asleep, her face pressed into Eliot arm. He looks more relaxed then I have ever seen him in the entire time I've known him.

He turns to look at me and we share a smile.

When the movie is done, I turn it off, then get up and go to scoop Odette to bring her to bed, but Eliot raises a hand to stop me.

"I got her."

He moves slowly, so he doesn't wake her. Cradling her head, then lifting her into his arms resting her head on his shoulder.

I lead him to her room and open the blankets for him to lay her down. He lay's her among the blankets like she's made of glass. I pull the blankets up and tuck her in snugly, press a kiss to her head, then we both creep out of the room, latching the door behind us.

We walk back to the living room, sitting close enough the our legs are touching. He leans his head on the back of the couch, exposing his neck. It's a position I had never seen him in before, probably because it left his neck vulnerable, but it also made me want to kiss his neck. He looks peaceful. Head back, eyes closed, body completely relaxed.

" I can feel you starring."

I breathe out a laugh, then shift to sit on my knees, lean over him, cupping his face in my hand, turning his head gently towards me, the scruff on his cheek is rough against my palm. I lean down and kiss him. I feel him take a deep breath, then his hand comes up to hold the wrist of the hand on his cheek as he kisses me back.

It doesn't last long, but it's enough to take my breath away. When I pull away, he's already looking at me, his blue eyes fulls of confusion and hope.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." I whisper, rubbing my thumb along his cheek.

" So have I, darlin'. Can I kiss you again?"

I nod, leaning into him again. He wraps and arm around my waist, lifting and dragging me into his lap, wrapping both arms tight around me.

"Can I take you in a date?" He asks, pulling away just enough to mumble against my lips.

I humm in response, then lean in for another kiss.

Time seems to disappear as we sit there, making out like teenagers. We eventually separate, trying to catch our breaths. It's quiet, until he asks something I hoped he'd forgotten about.

" Did you really draw me enough that she could recognize me?"

I let out a groan and drop my head to his shoulder, his laugh ringing through the room.

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Leverage (4) - Snippet

Summary: You and Eliot are at each other’s throat for years. Can you solve your problems?

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x fem!Reader

Warnings: violence, enemies to lovers, ogling, implied smut, flirting

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 3

“Spencer, hurry up,” you lick your lips and lean back against the wall, biting your index finger to keep yourself from moaning his name. “Fuck, hit him harder.”

You watch Spencer throw himself at one of the hitters a former client sent after you. He takes him out, grunting as they keep on coming.

“Why don’t you help him?” Parker watches your self-declared bodyguard take another enemy down. “Uh—aren’t you good at fighting too?”

“Elliot said he doesn’t want me to ruin my fresh manicured nails,” you shrug. If Elliot was in danger, you would help him out. No doubt. But it turns you on too much watching him punch the thugs to get in his way.

“Woohoo, babe. Give it to him good. If you are not too tired after killing those assholes, you can punch my pussy with your dick,” Eliot chokes out a laugh before dodging another attack.

One of the thugs picks up the gun one of the guys already lying on the ground dropped. He tries to fire, but the gun is empty.

“I just love watching him punch the bad guys,” you dip your head to get a better look at Eliot’s back and shoulders. You whimper, watching him send the last thug flying.

“We should check if there are more,” Parker tries to get your attention, but you are engrossed in watching Eliot walk toward you.

He runs his fingers through his hair, smirking as you press your thighs together.

“Ma’am I must ask you not to stare at me while I fight the evil,” Eliot slings one arm around your waistline to bring you to his chest. “Do you want me to show you how good I can punch your…”

He clears his throat, realizing Parker is still standing next to you.

“You can’t punch Y/N,” the blonde protests. “She’s part of the team now.”

“I didn’t want to,” he huffs. “You got it wrong.”

“He offered to train with me some more,” you grin. “Right, Spencer. That’s what you want. Chasing me around and yelling at me. You’re naughty and merciless, Mr. Spencer.”

“How about you try to turn me into a better man,” he grins when you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m a fast learner.”

“That you are...”

“Guys, shouldn’t we get out of here first?” Hardison jogs toward you and Eliot. “Y/N, Spencer. We should get going. Really. Come on. Nate and Sophie are waiting. I think we know whose after you.”

“We’ve got time, Hardison,” Eliot snaps at Hardison. “Just give us a minute. Will ya?”

“He’s right, Spencer,” you pat his chest. “Let’s go. I need a long bubble bath…” You turn to leave. “If you are nice to me, I’ll let you join me…”

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Food Safety

Hey @peachibee come look at your blorbo-in-law

Summary: During the final phase of a heist, some goons get away. After receiving word of some disturbances in the area of the brew pub, the team rushes there...only to find that the chef - Eliot's girlfriend - has already dealt with the problem.

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Leverage (Eliot Spencer x Reader)

Content notes: fem!reader, injured reader, petnames (sweetheart, love)

They come rushing into the pub so fast the last patrons all stop putting on their jackets. It's late on a Tuesday, you've already sent the rest of the staff home and are finishing up the bar.

"So they're not here", Parker observes. She could only mean the three men that had stormed in about an hour ago.

You wave them over. "They're in the back, had to use some zip ties." Of course the trio had taken every last bit of rope on the trip with them.

"Aww thanks, you're the best." Hardison grins.

"Told ya she could do it", Eliot says with a soft slap on Hardison's arm.

"Hey, hey, that's why I hired her."

While the two continue bickering, Parker gives you an appreciative nod and starts leaving to take care of the intruders.

"You okay?" Eliot asks, as he and Hardison finally make their way past you as well.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about, I'm good", you reassure him.

"Alright, we'll be quick." And with a quick peck on the lips Eliot follows Hardison out of the door.

You take your sweet time collecting the remaining glasses off the tables and ushering out the last stubborn patron.

Eliot comes back just as you're done closing up and doing the very last thing, which is wiping down the counter.

"You sure did a number on those guys, sweetheart. Were still unconscious when we dropped them off."

You smile at the compliment. "Guess I've still got it."

Eliot casually leans his hip against the side of the counter. "Parker and Hardison went upstairs. Anythin' I can help ya with?"

"Nope, all done." You give him a mock salute.

That, finally, gets a smile out of him, before he points out the gloves you're wearing. "What's with the extra coverage today?"

"Oh, that." You remove the vinyl gloves, revealing the soaked bandages covering your battered and bruised hands. "Didn't wanna contaminate the food. Gotta admit, one of the pricks had a very solid skull."

Eliot snorts, but he can't seem to tear his gaze from your injuries. He's getting into his head again.

"Hey. Love." You put a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. "It's okay. They were just some second-rate thugs looking for some trouble."

Of course he knows that. And of course he knows that this was no serious challenge for you. He nods. There's still some tension in the way he holds himself, his strikingly blue eyes are trained on your face. Making sure you really are fine.

"Come here." You pull him into a hug, which he reluctantly accepts, before finally giving in and resting his head on your chest. His arms wrap tightly around your middle.

"Wish you didn't have to go through the extra trouble", he murmurs. "Or get hurt 'cause of what we do."

"I knew what I signed up for." As you start gently stroking his hair with one hand, the bandage comes loose.

Eliot pulls back a little to look at it and then up at you. "At least let me fix this for you." He needs this, probably more than you do.

"Sure thing, love." You toss the gloves and take his hand so he can pull you through the door to the back of the pub.

"And sweetheart?"

"Yeah?"

"Great job."

fin

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[fandomfoodiedancer]

Eliot comes out

A/N: Just a little thing that popped into my head on the train this morning. It’s not edited so please let me know if I made any mistakes!

“That's a beautiful dress love”You smiled widely at the bartender, hoping to get a bit of information.

“Aw, thank you!” The blonde beamed over the compliment

“However it's only half as beautiful you” You batted your eyelashes and looked down, shyly, hoping to win her over. As you continued to flirt with her, you heard the Eliot and Hardison over the coms.

“Damn girl! Are you flirting with the waitress? Either way you got moves! Dude, you gotta watch out, if she keeps this up she'll go home with a girl tonight before you!”

“Shut up man” Eliot scoffed, you could practically hear the eye roll.

Even though you knew you'd be interrogated by your friends soon, you continued to flirt, waiting around before your performance. The current con required a burlesque dancer, and luckily for the team, that had always been one of your dreams. Soon enough there was an hour before your showtime, so you went backstage, putting on your make up when you eyed Eliot in the change room mirrors. You smiled when you saw him. He was the person you were closest to on the team, and he knew you were nervous for this show, so promised he'd be in the audience, and seemed to find time to sneak in to help calm your nerves. But you also knew he wanted answers.

“So, you excited for your big show?” Of course, a neutral conversation starter. You signaled to your coms and turned them off despite Hardison's complaints that would follow.

“Why don't you ask me the real question?” Nerves pooled in your stomach but you knew you wanted to come out to them all eventually.

“What was that back there?”

“Tie my hair up and I'll explain?” You handed him a pile of bobby pins, sitting down. You took a deep breathe as he started to work.

“I like girls. And guys. I don't really know what that makes me. I think I'm like a half way point between bi and pan. I'm not sure. I just know I needed a distraction and a confidence boost to try and keep my anxiety down, and I noticed that girl eyeing me tonight and thought, what the hell, I may as well take a chance, you know? I don’t... I don't want you to think of me any differently Eliot. You're one of my closest friends, you mean the world to me and I don't want you to think that I'm different as this is me. Yeah.” You looked at him through the mirror. After placing the last pin in the bun, he glanced softly back.

“I know”

“You know?”

“I know that you are who you are. Who you like doesn't change who you are. I think it's kinda cool and brave of you to act on it. Especially in front of me and the team when you hadn't said anything.”

“Thanks. Okay, heart to heart over, I need to get changed then if you can help me cover up some old scars and bruises?”

He nodded. That's part of why you loved Eliot, he never asked about important things, always trusting you to tell him when you were ready. The bruises were from a con gone wrong, which Eliot knew about, but the scars were something from your past the team didn't know, and you'd rather they didn't. That's why you trusted Eliot to be the one to help you cover them up in the skimpy costume you'd been given for stage. Pretty soon all of the marks were covered, except one high on your hip.

“Thanks El, I'll fix the last one.”

“You sure? I'm here to help”

“I know, just that it's high up on my hip, and I don't want it to be awkward for you to see me in my underwear.”

“Sweetheart, please. It's not like I won't see you in the costume tonight, which probably covers less, plus I've seen so many women in their panties, I ain't gonna bat an eye.” You bit your lip trying not to laugh, as you stripped so he could cover the mark.

“You know, when you say it like that, you sound a bit like a stereotypical gay chorus-ensemble-theatre guy.”

“Pfft, I do not!”

“Yeah, you do! 'seen so many women in their panties', 'not gonna bat an eye'. Is there something you want to tell me El?”

“Dammit, I'm gonna beat the crap outta you one day y/n.” He finished up the make up before turning around as you carefully put on your costume.

“Nah, you love me too much!”

“You're lucky too. There's something I should say whilst we're being honest though”

“Oh?” You freeze for a moment, before finishing getting changed, needing to hear what he has to say.

“You know how I worked for Moreau?” A lump formed in his throat as he said the words. You already thought you knew what he was going to say though.

“Eliot? If this is too hard to say you don't have to, I think I know what it is.”

“I... I gotta say it to get it off my chest though. I've wanted to tell ya for a while now, you're the only person I trust with it. But, uh.... he and I...”

“Had a thing?” When he nodded you continued “I guessed as much. And just so you know, there's no shame or anything bad in liking guys too. You're still you, not any different, and it isn't something you should feel bad about or like you should hide it.”

“Yeah, but it ain't easy to admit. Not when you've grown up in a small backward town in the south, then been in the military. Even harder to admit when the only serious feelings I've had for a guy was for Moreau”

“I know. But I'm proud of you Eliot. Thank you for telling me and trusting me” There was a soft sound that escaped the hitter as you hugged him, before he broke the soft moment with a slight cough.

“I, uh, should go back out to watch your performance.Good luck with the waitress by the way, just don't forget the con.”

“When have I ever gotten distracted?”

#leverage #eliot x reader #eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer #leverage fanfic #leverage fanfiction

[silver-cleo-fanfiction]

Leverage (TV, 2008)

fanfiction links below, with summary, works with smut are indicated

The Stolen Heart Job

arah Alder is one of the most notorious and wanted art thieves in the world, only known as "The General" , she's hired to steal the entire "Heart Bearer" painting and sculpture collection within Gerit Buttonwood's high security vault room. Curiosity gets the better of Alder and she convinces her client to meet in person. Sarah finds herself immediately enamoured with the woman sitting across from her in the restaurant; Tally Craven's beauty puts every piece of art Sarah’s ever stolen to shame. How will Alder handle the story behind why Tally desperately needs the art that claims is rightfully hers returned? Will they be able to keep the obvious tension at bay until the job is complete?

Inspired by Leverage: Season 5, episode 10 "The Frame-Up Job"

#leverage #leverage redemption #sophie deveraux #nate ford #alec hardison #parker #elliot spence #fanfiction #leverage fanfiction

[cosette141]

It's the Thought that Counts (Leverage Fanfic) | Thanksgiving Story

Fandom: Leverage Author: cosette141 Words: 1631

Summary: When Eliot gets hurt and can't cook Thanksgiving dinner, the team gives cooking a try. It's the thought that counts, right? Happy Thanksgiving!

AO3

a/n: takes place during OG Leverage season 3

(story under the cut!)

Everyone stood in Nate's kitchen, looking toward a prone Eliot on Nate's couch.

It was Thanksgiving Day.

The plan had been simple: finish up the job they were working on in the morning, then reconvene at Nate's apartment where Eliot would cook them Thanksgiving dinner, as he'd been doing the past two years.

But… as usual, things didn't quite go as planned.

The con was completed successfully, but not without a hiccup; Eliot had gotten into a fight with a very well-trained security guard, who ended up pushing Eliot down a flight of stairs.

The stairs ended up causing Eliot a concussion and dislocated shoulder, which was set back into place that morning and now resided in a sling over his chest.

Just a handful of minutes ago they got home and Eliot had passed out on the couch.

Looking away from the hitter, the rest of the team looked back at each other.

It was Parker who broke the silence. "We should make dinner."

Three shocked eyes turn to her. "Uh," said Hardison. "What?"

"We should make dinner," repeated Parker simply. "Eliot can't cook with one arm." A blink. "We should make dinner."

"Parker," began Nate.

"One of us has to know how to cook," said Parker with a scrunched nose.

All heads turn toward Sophie.

Her brows shot up. "Me?" When they only kept staring, she leveled them with an annoyed glare. "What? Just because I'm a woman, you think I know how to cook a meal like that?"

From their stares, yes they did.

"Well, I don't," she said firmly, crossing her arms. "I grew up with people who cooked for us, and grifted everyone else in my life into either cooking or buying me a meal. I don't cook."

Parker deflated a little.

"What about you?" asked Hardison to Nate. "You weren't really a stay-at-home dad," at the worddadNate shifted a little, and the three of them tried not to notice. Gently, Hardison tried, "Did you pick anything up from Maggie?"

Nate laughed a little. "Maggie? No. She wasn't much of a cook herself. I mean, I can make grilled cheese and French toast like no tomorrow.. those were Sam's favorites." His eyes clouded a little and the others fidgeted where they stood. Nate shook it away. "But, ah… no. You put a turkey in front of me, I don't know what I'd do with it."

"We could order a thanksgiving meal from a restaurant," said Hardison, reaching for his phone.

"No!" said Parker firmly. Hardison stopped. "Eliot says that's not Thanksgiving. He told me Thanksgiving is about showing your appreciation for people through food." She leveled a strong gaze with the hacker. "Not restaurants."

The four of them stood for a moment, letting the fact that Eliot Spencer appreciates them sink in until Hardison pulled out his phone. He typed a little on it and said, "Ya know what? It's fine. None of us can cook. But here…" He flipped around his phone to show a screen of a YouTube video titled: Thanksgiving Dinner For Dummies. He grinned. "And this is why this is the age of the geek, baby."

Eliot's head pounded.

At first, he thought it was the remnants of his concussion headache. He knew it wasn't a bad concussion, only minor, but this didn't feel like that kind of a headache. This felt like—

"Aw, crap, what'd I just do—"

Yup, that was it.

A Hardison headache.

The hacker's voice floated in, along with the clatter of something to a counter. More sounds mixed in, actually—an electric mixer itself—crinkling bags and boxes, beeps and creaks of un-oiled hinges, and the cross of chatter—no, make that bickering—between Hardison and Sophie.

But as bad as the voices were for his headache, it was nothing compared to the smell.

Something was burning. Actually, several things, by how pungent it was. There was the distinct smell of burning plastic in there as well, among burning of meat, potatoes—a horrible burning smell—and cranberries.

Eliot finally wrenched open his eyes, finding himself staring at the back of Nate's couch.

His eyes stung a little and he coughed, both from the waft of smoke coming from the kitchen and the distinct cutting-onions thing going on in the air.

Not able to take any of it any longer, he levered himself up on the arm he could move and propped himself up on it, looking over the back of the couch.

Eliot Spencer has seen many terrifying, horrendous things in his life.

But nothing was quite as bad as the scene before him.

Nate's kitchen was a mess.

Pots and pans littered every counter, some overturned, and for whatever reason, one's contents were lightly on fire.

The stove was covered with pans and the oven was open, and both Sophie and Hardison were leaning over it. A thin trail of gray smoke trailed into their faces and they were arguing about something.

Parker was stirring something in a pot with the mixer, so close to the metal of it that it made a loud clanging sound that made Eliot wince for both his ears and for the safety of Nate's nonstick pan, especially when Parker looked toward Hardison and Sophie and said, "I think the mashed potatoes are done! They're finally blue."

And over at his dining room table, Nate was sitting in a chair, a drink in one hand and using the other to rub at his temples.

Eliot blinked.

"What the hell is goin' on?" demanded Eliot, loud enough to be heard over the mixer and Hardison and Sophie's bickering.

The noise silenced and each head looked over toward him.

Parker was the only one whose face lit up. "Eliot!" She put down the pan and skipped over to him. "We're making Thanksgiving dinner!"

Eliot blinked.

He slowly took in the mess of Nate's kitchen, and could pull out faint scents (minus the scorching) of traditional thanksgiving dishes. Even Nate's dining room table was all set up with five plates, napkins and silverware. The oven door closed and Eliot looked back over to see Hardison and Sophie handling a very-black turkey on a cookie sheet.

Two sheepish grins, one amused grin, and one bright and proud grin were shot his way.

Eliot worked to find his voice. "You guys…cooked?"

"Well," said Hardison, as he and Sophie put the "turkey" down on the counter. "With your arm all messed up it woulda been really hard for you to cook for us this year. And you were really tired and we didn't wanna wake you…"

Parker smiled wide. "And you deserve it!"

Not in any of the years since he's left home has someone cooked him a meal. Well, outside of the sludge they served in the prisons and dungeons from his darker days. Even on dates,hewas the one who cooked, and those relationships never lasted long to begin with. But Thanksgiving dinner? Meeting the team had been the first time he's ever cooked one, using the old recipes he learned from watching his mama as a kid.

After meeting the team, he'd cooked for them because they needed someone to feed them something better than the crap they ate. And he'd been heartbroken to hear that Parker had never celebrated Thanksgiving, Hardison and Sophie hadn't since they'd left home as kids, and that Nate hadn't since his son died.

So when he got hurt, he was more upset about not being able to cook than any of the physical pain. But this was something that happened once a year, and it was one of the only traditions he really cared about.

Seeing the four of them, surrounded by—what would probably be a very inedible—dinner, that they made forhim… was something that really warmed his heart.

It may have simply been the onions or the smoke still lingering in the air, but Eliot felt his eyes burn the smallest bit with tears.

"Dinner's almost ready!" said Parker brightly. "I made your favorite dessert too!" She picked up a dish that looked like a pile of tan goo. It took all of Eliot's self-control not to react badly.

"Uh," he swallowed. "What...what is it?"

Parker looked at him weird. "Duh! It's apple pie." As Eliot tried to hide the shock from his face, she looked back down at the… "pie."

"Oh!" she said, laughing. "It'll probably look more like a pie after it's done boiling."

He was thankful she turned her back then because he wasn't quite sure he could hide the utter horror from his face.

Though, Nate caught it, and Eliot watched his lips twitch into an amused grin.

"How the hell…"

Eliot looked over to see Hardison stabbing a knife into the center of the turkey, and it getting stuck. He tried yanking it out.

"Hardison!" yelled Eliot. "What the hell are you doing?"

Hardison looked up. "What? I'm carving the turkey."

"That's not—" Eliot shut his eyes. He got himself off the couch, making his way over to Hardison. "Who taught you how to hold a knife? What are you—give me that!"

"No, man—you only have one arm! I got it!"

"My one arm is more capable of doing this than both of yours now give me the knife!"

"No!"

Nate watched from his seat at the table. A normal man might worry at watching the two boys wrestle over a rather large knife, but he wasn't a normal man. And this wasn't a normal family.

But it was a family.

His family.

And for that, even as he later had to actually eat the questionable dinner his family made…

He couldn't have been more thankful to have them.

#leverage #leverage fic #leverage fanfic #leverage eliot #leverage fanfiction #leverage team #fanfiction #fanfic #thanksgiving #thanksgiving fanfic #thanksgiving fanfiction #ff #leverage ff #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #nate ford #nathan ford #sophie deveraux

[mostlyocs]

When the Past is a Person (and They Come Knocking)

It's rather unfortunate they're in San Lorenzo on business, M thinks, it would make a wonderful vacation destination. Perhaps she’d convince J to take Adi after this whole mess was over. A bonding trip would be a nice way to get them to reconnect. But that was for after they finished Damien Moreau. M linked her arm with J’s and cheered with the crowd, allowing the collective emotions to guide her expression. A wave of dismay and horror swept through her seconds after the gun sounded. She was close enough to see the grifter, Sophie, fall to the ground. Close enough to clearly see her aura flare with shock mid-fall. J moved his hand to M’s waist and lifted her onto her tip toes as he bent down to whisper, “she saw me. We need to move.” M turned her face into his shoulder to cover the interaction as she nodded. Her tears flowed freely, triggered by the collective upset of the crowd.

After taking a moment to collect herself, M turned back to the scene. Sophie was still alive. It was one of the team that had shot her, then. The only one with the skill would be Eliot. M was glad the crowd’s grief overwhelmed her feelings of pride and didn’t allow her to smile. She’d worried about Eliot the moment he’d entered the military all those years ago. She knew it would hurt him and she was right. She watched him throughout his years as a freelancer, itching to interfere and pull him out of the lifestyle that was slowly killing him. She was happy, now, that he no longer had to kill. That he had a team that would care and support him. M didn’t realize she was crying again until J pressed his hand against her hip. “We need to get you out of this crowd,” he murmured into her ear, “do you need my help?” M allowed herself to sag into him and he gently led her away. Read on AO3

#sophie deveraux #nate ford #parker #alec hardison #eliot spencer #original character #leverage oc #adrian #earwig #m #james #oarfish #leverage fic #leverage fanfic #leverage fanfiction #leverage

[spoofymcgee]

writing leverage fic after watching the entire series in a month is like

*opens the wiki*

*types a line*

*double-checks the wiki*

'is that really sterling's second appearance'

*types a paragraph*

*opens the wiki*

'he was not in that episode, excuse you'

*opens the wiki*

*searches google because the plot summary for that episode is missing*

#i have made bad descisions #also does anyone know if sterling and nate were actually partners or if that's just a thing my brain made up? #leverage #leverage fanfiction #jim sterling #nate ford

[ambroserookwood]

The Witchcraft Job, Chapter 26

To get the dirt on who's really behind the theft of Orville Bishop's paintings, Harry gets blind drunk with an old friend. Eliot gets the impression that some members of the team know more about their client's past than they're telling.

#leverage #leverage redemption #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #leverage fanfic #eliot spencer #harry wilson #sophie devereux #parker #breanna casey #leverage fanfiction

[solarianvoidthearoace]

So I’m rewatching Criminal Minds for the 2nd time and last time around (2019) I had started writing a cross-over fanfic with Leverage

Using Beth Riesgraf’s characters as the connection – as in, her CM-character “Maeve” was just a cover identity for Parker at some point between the Leverage seasons

And the idea I had (and started writing) wasn’t all that huge, simply the platonic OT4 (Reid, Morgan, Garcia, JJ) walking into the Brew Pub and the OThief3 (Hardison, Parker, Eliot) all reacting accordingly

Eliot being on alert because “there are FBI agents here”

Parker freaking out because “that guy is somewhat my ex-boyfriend”

And Hardison being the heart of the family and talking sense into everyone as per usual

I’m now contemplating whether to re-start that

#my writing #au fanfiction #the leverage ot3 #leverage fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds Fanfiction #leverage fanfic

[sammi-phoenix]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

OMG, Thanks so much for sending this to me!

Okay so I'm like the most obnoxious person ever and I totally think that everything I've ever written is the best but! for the purpose of this... I'll choose.

Eyes [Teen Wolf]

My Smile Still Stays On [X-man and Wandavision x-over]

Iris (I just want you to know who I am) [Teen Wolf]

the kids are all hopped up and ready to go [PJO fic]

Parker meets people and gets confused [Leverage and MARVEL x-over]

These are the 5 faves that I've posted... my drafts are like a whole 'nother universe!

#teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #x-men fanfiction #wandavision fanfiction #pjo fanfic #leverage fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #my fanfiction #ask #ask game

[thegeeksideofsr]

My Hero

Part of my Ford!Reader Verse

Warning, I know nothing about how restaurants work, or how chef-ing works, so I'm sorry. I am winging it.

As the waiter's and waitress's, and rest the kitchen staff were getting ready for the dinner rush to start, my partner, and co-head chef called in with a family emergency. Which is understandable, but leaves me in a difficult spot. So I do the logical thing, call in the big guns.

I pull out my phone and call Eliot's number I have memorized because of the amount of times I've seen it in my contacts.

It rings once, then twice, then it clicks, and his gruff voice answers.

"Hey, darlin'. What's up? Thought you were workin' tonight?"

"I am. But I need your help. Kate had a family emergency, and couldn't make it tonight. The dinner rush is gonna start soon, and I'm short staffed as it is and now Kate's not here and I really need your help."

"Babe, take a breath. I'm on my way."

I heave a heavy sigh as relief floods my body.

"Thank you, Eliot. I owe you one."

"I'm sure I can think of a few things you can do to repay me."

"I'm sure you can. See you when you get here."

I hang up and head to the kitchen to bring the rest of the staff up to speed on the incoming reinforcement.

We start getting the kitchen prepped, making sure everything is in it's place, heated up if needed, and ready to use.

Soon enough, Eliot arrives in his red chef's shirt, bandana holding his hair back, and looking handsome and ever.

He walks into the kitchen, saying hello to people as he passes. It's not the first times he's jumped in to help, and it won't be the last.

He makes his way over to me, greeting me with a kiss.

"Hey, sweetheart." He grumbles.

"Hello, my hero," I smile back at him.

The moment is cut short with a waitress coming in to announce the first few dinners had arrived, and the rush was starting.

*********

The night went off with out a hitch. Eliot fit right in with the rest of the crew, he was joking and laughing with everyone through out the night.

I had hoped to be able to end the night on a good note. Once the doors are locked, everything cleaned, ready for the day tomorrow, take Eliot back home and thank him thoroughly for him helping out tonight. But, it would seam that the world doesn't always work how we'd hoped.

The last table was being cleared of dishes, the rest already were washed and putt away, most of the staff had already gone home. It was just one of the waitress's, Cassie, the dish washer, Matt, Eliot and I.

Matt finished the last of the dirty dishes, while I tucked the clean ones into their spots. Eliot was cleaning up his spot by the stove. Cassie was by the kitchen doors watching the last party finish up.

"Finally," She sighs, then walks out.

She comes back a minute later, dishes stacked precariously. She walks over to Matt at the sink, hanging them off to him

"So, boss, one of the guys wants to talk to you."

"Who is it? Did he give you his name?"

"Jacob Grey. He and his friends already paid and tipped well. They look like a villains from a Bond movie."

I huff out a laugh.

"Does that make me a Bond girl?"

"If it so, does that make Eliot James Bond?" Matt asks from the sink.

Cassie and I look at Eliot, then share a look, before answering at the same time.

"Absolutely."

Eliot huffs a laugh then turns away. I know him well enough to know when he's flustered.

I turn back to Cassie, gesturing for her to lead the way.

We walk through the double doors into the main dinning room, Cassie leading the way to the last occupied table.

There are three men at the table, plus another standing it the door, hands clutched in front of his body. The four of them together gave of an eerie feeling.

I stand next to the table, hands crossed in front of me.

"Gentleman." I great with a nod and polite smile.

One of the men stood to great me, buttoning his suit coat, before offering his hand towards me.

"Jacob Grey. It's a pleasure to meet such an excellent chef." His European accent makes him off putting.

I shake his hand as I introduce myself.

"I appreciate the compliment, but I can't take all the credit. I'm part of an amazing team here."

"So modest. An excellent quality." He smiles at me in a way I would imagine a predator would smile at their prey.

"Can I ask what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Of course. I want to offer you a job of head chef at my estate."

His creepy factor just went up.

"Sir. I am flattered by your offer, but -"

"Excellent." He claps his hands together. " I'll have my assistant bring over all the documents necessary for you to start as soon as possible-"

" Mr. Grey! I did not accept your offer." I keep my voice low and even. "As I was saying, I am flattered by your offer, but I am happy here, therefore I will not be accepting your job offer. Thank you for dining here tonight. Good night gentlemen."

I turn and walk back to the kitchen, Cassie right behind me, finding Eliot on the other side. He has a look I've seen before. He's in hitter mode now.

"What? What is it?" I ask him.

"The man by the door. He's ex military. All four of 'em are armed too."

A chill runs down my spine. I turn to Matt and Cassie, who have matching anxious looks.

"Get your stuff and head out the back. We can handle this." I tell them.

" You sure?" Matt asks.

I nod.

"We'll be fine. Get outta here. It's late." Keeping my tone light.

They both nod, then head to get their stuff.

Once they are gone I turn back to Eliot, who's still discreetly watching through the window.

"Are they still there?"

"Yeah. Grey doesn't look to happy though. What ever you said he doesn't seem to like. What happened out there?"

"The prick offered me a job on his estate. I tried to tell him I was flattered, but didn't want the job. He interrupted, and said he'd send over his assistant to sign me on. I interrupted him, and told him I would not be working for him. Then came back here."

"I don't think he's used to being told 'no'." He responds with a smile. " And the other two men at the table with him are pretty heavy hitters as well. I recognize all of 'em from some jobs a while back."

"Before you met my dad?"

He let out a hum of confirmation.

"Grey was just a small fish back then. Clearly somethin' changed-"

He cuts his sentence off, he takes my hand in his, then leads me away from the door towards the back of the kitchen.

"El, what are you-"

My sentence gets interrupted by the kitchen door bursting open, and Mr. Grey walking in like he owns the place, his goon close behind.

He scans the room, his eyes landing on me, then on Eliot, who's placed himself between Grey and I, ready to fight if he has too.

"Eliot Spencer. Now this is a surprise."

"Grey." He acknowledges.

"This doesn't concern you, Spencer. This is between Ms. Ford and I."

"Ya see, it does concern me. Considering she's my wife." His tone is low and dangerous.

"I have some business to discuss with her-"

"She has already given you her answer. You gonna respect it, or we gonna have a problem?"

I watch Eliot's arm move up, as he grips the knife at his hip. The room goes quite.

Grey's eyes watch his movement, as does his goon. Clearly they know what Eliot is capable of, and are weighing the odds of crossing him.

Grey and Eliot stare at each other, Eliot calm as can be, but Grey is try to hide the fact he's scared.

"We're good." Grey growls out, then turns and walks out of the room.

His goon stays behind another moment, gives Eliot and I a nod, then follows his employer.

Eliot follows a few steps behind to make sure they leave.

I go to watch through the window in the door my self. I watch Eliot as he locks the front door and turns out lights on his way back to the kitchen.

When he's back in the kitchen, his entire focus is on me, cupping my face in his hands.

"You ok?" He asks.

"I'm good." He breaths a sigh and rests his forehead against mine.

We stay like that for a few minutes before I break the silence.

"You know, you saved me twice tonight."

He huffs out a laugh.

"I guess I did."

"You also said I was your wife."

He lifts his head and looks me in the eye.

"That I did. You okay with that?"

I nod, then pull him in for a kiss by his collar, his hands wrapping around my waist.

"It be nice if I was official though." I pull away just enough mumble against his lips.

"I'll talk to Nate."

He murmurs.

I let out a snort as I pull away.

"Good luck with that."

He smiles at me, a loving look on his face.

"You ready to head home?" He asks.

I nod, and start to pull away, but Eliot pulls me back for one more brief kiss, the finally lets me go to get my stuff.

We then finish closing up, and walk hand in hand to his truck to head home.

**********

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[holylulusworld]

Leverage (3)

Summary: You and Eliot are at each other’s throat for years. Can you solve your problems?

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, enemies to lovers, smut, you still hate each other, sexual tension, mentions of past crimes, mentions of abusive childhood/attempted sexual abuse, there is a hint of fluff, mentions of stalking

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 2

“Fuck, Eliot,” you claw at his back, desperate to fall over the edge. For over a week your sworn archenemy is all over you. “El—iot, I can’t.”

“You will hold it,” he grunts in your neck. Eliot pummels into you, and it feels like he wants to fuck you straight into the wall behind you. “I don’t care. You’ll not like what happens if you cum before I tell you so.”

“Asshole,” Eliot smirks as you wrap your legs tighter around his waistline and start to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me like a man and make me cum.”

“If you want to cum, tell me you are going to stay. They are still mad at me,” he fucks up into you without mercy. You are going to have bruises all over your body and your pussy will be wrecked but fuck it. An angry and pissed Eliot is the sexiest version of him. “SAY IT!”

“Aw, you are jealous of my little flirt from a week ago,” you hold tight onto him and just enjoy the show. You know, Eliot will never leave you unsatisfied. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“You love it. Otherwise, you would not have stayed, baby,” he moves a little faster, to push you over the edge. “I know you like being around to help me and my team.” He purrs in your ear as you tighten around him. “Stop lying to yourself.”

“I’m not—” you throw your head back, whining as you shudder through your orgasm. “Fuck, Spencer…”

“At your service, ma’am,” he grins as you can only take his sloppy thrusts and hold tight onto him. “Admit that you love it.”

“I still don’t like you,” Eliot grunts in your neck. “I hate you so much, hitter. You can’t even dance or give me a good back massage. Now finish this. My legs are cramping and I’m hungry. You’ll cook for me…”

“Shit, you can ruin an orgasm to a guy,” he grunts in your ear but fills you up, nonetheless. “I’ll not cook for you if you act as if you hate me.”

“Okay, this is making me mad,” you check on your latest client’s social media account, frowning deeply. “That guy is slowly getting on my nerves. He just won’t stop.”

“What’s wrong, princess? You look a little stressed over there. Was the last job too hard?” Eliot looks over your shoulder. “Are we stalking girls on social media now?”

“It’s about a client,” huffing you scroll through all the nasty messages the bastard left on your client’s side. “I don’t think that asshole got the message. He won’t leave her alone.”

“What’s the problem here. How can we help?” you look at Eliot as he sits on the chair opposite you. “We are a team now. If you got someone who needs help, we will help.”

“I met my client a few weeks before I came here. That guy was stalking her after she turned him down. He just didn’t get the message. She even had to move out of her apartment. I promised to make sure that asshole leaves her alone.”

“He didn’t stop stalking her, I assume,” Eliot points at your laptop. “Let me have a look at this. I need to know what kind of guy we are talking about.

“Fine, here,” you turn the laptop around to let Eliot have a look at the comments the monster stalking your client left on her social media accounts. “I thought he left her alone. Then you asked me for help, and I stayed here…”

“We will help her, princess,” he slams your laptop shut. “Someone must stop him. If he didn’t get the hint yet, I’ll use more force.”

“I broke his nose and kicked his balls, Eliot. I told him to get lost, and that she has a partner. A girlfriend loving her,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Some people just don’t give up on their sick fantasies.”

“I’ll break his neck if I must—” giving Eliot a cracked smile you grasp for his hand to squeeze it. “Will you ever tell me what he did? Your stepfather. You only go after the bad guys hurting women and children. This must be about him.”

“He was an awful stepfather, is all,” you shrug. “Eliot, please don’t dig deeper. I just can’t do this right now. We need to help Janice first. Let me help someone else to feel better. Please.”

Eliot’s features soften as you desperately try to keep your composure. “We will make him see Janice is no one to mess with, Y/N. Let’s get the team together and see what we can do for you and your client.”

“You were right.”

“About what?” he asks.

“It’s not the worst thing to have someone around having your back,” he nods at your words. “Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea, after all, Spencer.”

“Spencer, that was my punch,” you grunt while walking back toward the hideout you share with your new partners. “You just stole the last punch.”

“I was faster, princess,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, laughing as you still mutter under your breath. “We share the punches we throw at the bad guys in this team.”

“Usually, it’s Spencer hitting the bad guys,” Hardison throws in. “You should get used to having someone around stealing your punches.”

“But I wanted to punch that bastard so badly,” you sound like an angry child. “You owe me a back massage and dinner, Spencer. If you keep on stealing my punches, you’ll end up cooking for me every night.”

“I can imagine worse things to spend my time with,” Eliot looks at you, smiling softly. “How about we go to my room, and I’ll give you that massage I promise to you, princess.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Eliot Spencer, you’ve got a talent for cooking and back massages,” you moan as Eliot kneads the knots out of your shoulders. He hums, feeling his heart beat a little faster. “I think I’ll stay a little longer. Your team is not that bad. I got a few more jobs for them.”

“Just admit that you found a place you like,” he hovers over you to kiss your shoulder. “It doesn’t mean you are weak if you want a place to stay. Stop running away. I know it’s hard. I had to learn to stay too, just like most of us.”

“Maybe I like being around the others. Parker needs someone to show her there is more about life than stealing shiny things. Hardison is smart but needs a little help too. Sophie, well she’s Sophie. And you are rowdy. I’ll teach you some manners.”

“If you want to.”

“I never had a place call home after my mom married that man,” you lick your lips. “After she invited that man into our lives, all hell broke loose. At least to me. She was living in her happy bubble while he beat the shit out of me whenever he got angry.”

“I’m sorry, princess,” his lips press a soft kiss to your neck. “I should’ve killed him slower. If only I knew what he did back then.”

“When I turned sixteen he tried to touch me,” sniffing you close your eyes. “I broke his jaw. He didn’t know my best friend’s brother taught me self-defense after he saw my swollen eye a few months ago. I was scared and didn’t know how my mother would react if I fought him and hurt him.”

“What happened after you broke his jaw?”

“My mother finally saw what kind of a man he was. She kicked him out and called the cops,” you hide your face in the cushions. “He came back time, after time. Even though he stayed away for a while, he always came back. I couldn’t be around all my life to protect my mom so—”

“You reached out for me,” he whispers in your ear. “I never saw a girl looking like an angel before. I couldn’t believe an innocent angel would come to me to ask me to kill a man.”

“I had to protect my mom. You were my only chance to protect her and make sure he’ll never hurt anyone else. He was a monster.”

“A monster, killing the family he had before your family,” he says, making you gasp. “I did my research, princess. I had to be sure he’s a bastard.”

“Well, you did the right thing back then, Spencer,” you wiggle your ass to press it against his crotch. “If you want me to stay here, you should always do the right thing. Let’s start with you giving me a foot massage. And maybe, you can get little Spencer out too…”

THE END...

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Dark Eliot: The World We Live In

Summary: Eliot was finishing up a job for Moreau when he discovers a witness hiding. Moreau doesn't allow witnesses to live, but that doesn't mean Eliot can't have a little fun with her first, right? (Read all the warnings!)

Pairings: Dark!Eliot/OFC (unnamed, mid-twenties)

Warnings: rape/non-con (non-violent, but rape is rape, right?), explicit sexual content, Eliot with no conscience, Eliot is creepy, language, oral, murder (mentioned), dead bodies (mentioned).

You are responsible for your own media consumption! Don't like? Don't read.

Rating: NSFW, 18+

Minors: Do Not Interact. Do Not Read. This isn't for you.

A/N: This is completely fucked up; I don't know how else to describe it. I couldn't find any Dark Eliot fics, so I decided to write one myself. The result is…pretty fucked up. This is very OOC for the Eliot we know and love, but is it necessarily OOC for the Eliot who worked for Moreau? Maybe. You decide.

Eliot is a gentleman assassin without a conscience, he rapes someone, and is a creepy motherfucker. The rape isn't violent and Eliot doesn't get mean or angry, but…rape is rape, right?

I'm an amateur writer, so friendly feedback is welcome.

I'm also new to posting on Tumblr, so let me know if I messed up somewhere.

Word Count: 6,370

Dark Eliot: The World We Live In

Eliot was making his final sweep of the property to make sure he didn’t leave behind any evidence that could lead back to him or Moreau. It was a pretty straight forward assignment. Twelve guards, one housekeeper, and two targets. Eliot was a nice guy; he didn’t make them suffer…unless he didn’t get the information he wanted.

He thought the primary target, the husband, would be a tough nut to crack given his reputation and criminal enterprises. Eliot was surprised he gave up the information after only a couple of minutes of…questioning. No worries; it just meant more time to train after being debriefed by Moreau.

Something caught his eye as he passed the upstairs bedrooms. Luggage. Closed and put to the side, but out in the open nonetheless. In the daughter’s room. Damn! The kid wasn’t supposed to come back home until the end of the week. Too bad for her; she looked pretty cute in the surveillance photos.

He knew he got all the guards, but he’d noticed during their skirmish that there were two more stationed upstairs instead of downstairs as usual. He didn’t think anything of it after he killed them all. Now he knew they’d been there to protect the daughter. Maybe that was why the husband gave up the information so quickly; so Eliot would leave without ever knowing she was there.

Eliot knew she’d be hiding in the closet. They all hid in the closet. Still, he made sure to search other potential hiding spots on his way: under the bed and desk, behind curtains… The walk-in closet wasn’t very big, but it wouldn’t be since the house was over 150 years old. He suddenly got the feeling she wasn’t hiding in the closet, but he had to be thorough.

He pulled the rope hanging from the trapdoor in the ceiling. He knew it led to the attic; the walk-in closet had been a hidden room 150 years ago. The trapdoor didn’t look like it had been disturbed. Again, he got the feeling she wasn’t in the attic, but he couldn’t tell Moreau she got away because of a feeling.

Eliot was all the way inside the attic when he head noise coming from the bedroom below. Fuck! He knew she was still in there! He jumped down through the trapdoor and ran into the bedroom in time to see the girl picking herself up from the floor. She’d been hiding in a large wicker basket used for dirty laundry. Smart girl.

She was nearly out the bedroom door when he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto her bed. “No!” she screamed, “No!” She struggled underneath him; he had to pin her down with his body. He held both her wrists in one hand over her head while the other held her by the neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to strangle her, just enough for her to know he wouldn’t be letting her get away.

His breath caught when he got a good look at her. Big, bright brown eyes; dark hair in a messy bun with stray curls against her soft, tan skin; plump pink lips; and a fierce determination not to look scared. That was cute. Of course she was scared.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing?” He leaned down until their noses touched. He let himself inhale her scent. Cherry blossoms. How sweet. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school, little girl?” he teased. She didn’t say anything, breathing heavily under his gaze. “How do you expect to get your Master’s degree if you don’t take your last final?” Her eyes widened at his knowledge of her personal life.

Eliot chuckled at her innocence. Of course he knew all about her. He did his homework on the target’s family, and he was always thorough. Now that she was more than a pixelated image on a screen, he wanted to learn more about her…in depth.

He should be kind and put a bullet in her head. Normally he would have already, but he just…didn’t want to at the moment. Not that it mattered what he wanted. The only thing that mattered was what Moreau wanted, and he wanted no witnesses. Well, Moreau would get what he wanted after Eliot was done with her.

He took his time to admire the girl’s beauty. In his line of work, he’d seen plenty of beautiful women, some were over-the-top beautiful that just made them, ironically, less appealing to him. This girl was the right kind of pretty. Gorgeous, but down-to-earth. Normal. Not that the poor girl lived a normal life.

He tried not to think about the disappointing way their evening together would end and focused on the here and now. And now...there was some straining going on in his pants that was getting very difficult to ignore. But he wasn’t going to rush it with this girl. No, the pretty thing deserved so much better than that.

Eliot reached over and grabbed the long scarf hanging off one of the bedposts. The girl struggled while he tied the scarf around her wrists. Poor thing knew what was coming. He didn’t want her to be scared, but people don’t always get what they want, do they? He knelt on the bed and awkwardly carried her up to the headboard and tied her wrists to it. She cried and begged him to stop the entire time. That was going to get annoying really fast.

He positioned her on the bed to make her as comfortable as possible. Luckily, her bed was already made so there were fewer lumpy spots that would poke her. Once properly situated, he caressed her cheek and said as gently as he could but loud enough for her to hear, “If you keep yelling like that then I’ll have to gag you, and I don’t wanna do that.”

She stopped screaming and continued her shallow breathing, her chest rising and falling underneath his own. “There we go; I knew you were a good girl.” He played with the loose strands of her hair in between his fingers. “I want to be able to hear all the little noises you’ll make when I make you feel good.”

She pulled against her restraints and gave him a disgusted look before sobbing.

He wondered how experienced she was. She was young; had she ever had a real orgasm? The thought of her writhing in ecstasy because of him had him grinding against her to ease the tension in his pants.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. It would be Moreau. Eliot was supposed to have given him a status report by now. “Would you excuse me, darlin’? I gotta take this.” He got off the bed but made sure to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Don’t go anywhere,” he breathed against her skin before giving her a wink.

He left her room closing the door behind him. He didn’t know why he did that; it didn’t matter what information she ended up overhearing.

“Damien!”

“Eliot! Everything ok? You usually don’t keep me waiting.” Moreau wasn’t angry. He knew Eliot was a responsible and loyal foot soldier. They were even friends to a degree.

“I got one more witness to take care of. The daughter.”

“The daughter? You said she’s not due back from university until this weekend.”

“I dunno what to tell ya. She’s here now.”

“Well hurry up. Take care of her and come back.”

“Actually, Damien,” Eliot scratched the back of his head. “I was hoping to take my time with her...if you know what I mean.”

Moreau chuckled at the other end of the phone. “Spencer! I didn’t know you were the type to entertain…reluctant companions.”

Eliot chuckled back. “I usually don’t! What can I say? I think I’m in love.”

Both men burst out laughing like he’d made the funniest joke of all time.

Moreau sounded like he might have been crying with laughter. “Oh, Spencer. You’re always so serious and professional I forget how funny you can be.”

Eliot wiped the tears out his eyes. “I’m tellin' ya. She brings it outta me.”

Moreau waited for his laughter to finally die down. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love? I’ll check on you later to see if you…need more time.”

“I appreciate it, boss.”

“Of course! You deserve a treat every once in a while.”

Eliot ended the call; glad to be given the green light. They were in the middle of nowhere. No one had any idea of what had happened, so he didn’t have to worry about police interrupting them. They could take their time.

He found the girl struggling harder than ever against her restraints, which he expected, but he knew she wouldn’t be able to escape the intricate knot he'd made. He leisurely made his way back to the bed watching her staring back at him desperate and scared. She eventually stopped pulling at her wrists, beginning to accept what was going to happen.

He dropped his cell phone on the bedside table along with his gun and knife. He wasn’t a big fan of guns. They made people overconfident and sloppy, but they served their purpose when he granted his targets a quick and painless death.

He slipped off his shoes and socks and pulled his shirt and beater up over his head and tossed them aside. The girl’s eyes watched him as he took off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes lingered on his chest and then to his very ready cock.

“Are you checking me out, darlin’?” he teased. Of course he worked out, but a nice side effect was that women liked the end result. He bent down to wipe the tears from her eyes and caressed the bottom of her trembling lip with his thumb. “Now. I don’t usually do this,” he said a bit shyly, “But a girl like you…” he took his time scanning her beautiful features, “…is hard to resist.” He grabbed his knife without looking away.

The girl gasped trying to keep her body out of reach of the blade, but Eliot climbed over her trapping her waist between his knees. He slowly and deliberately cut her cute, flowery pajama tank top from top to bottom. She seemed to understand that he wasn’t going to use the knife to hurt her. At least not yet. She stopped struggling, but a few whines escaped her mouth.

Eliot cut the sleeves of her tank top and pulled the fabric from her body, tossing it on the floor, and put the knife back on the nightstand. “A girl like you deserves to be worshipped,” he licked at the pulse on her neck. She tasted so good. She tossed her head aside facing away from him, but that only gave him better access to her neck. He licked and nibbled where her neck and shoulder met eliciting a whine from her. He smiled recognizing that kind of whine, but he wouldn't gloat just yet.

“You deserve to be taken care of,” he breathed and teased one of her nipples with his tongue. The poor girl was trying to hold back any sounds that might give away any…pleasant reactions she might've been having. He slipped as much of her breast as he could in his mouth, running his lips tightly around it, licking and sucking at it. “I’m gonna make sure I do both.” He turned his attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment.

The girl squirmed underneath him, but she also arched her back pressing herself further into him. Eliot was happy to oblige. He bit her nipple making her jump, but he ran his tongue circling it to soothe the sting. She seemed to like that.

He ran his hands along her sides and down to her curvy hips. He left open mouthed kisses from her chest to her belly taking his time to savor every spot. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He stuck his tongue in her belly button surprising her. He smiled against her skin.

His fingers found the elastic of her matching pajama shorts and panties and slowly slipped them off leaving kisses down her leg in his wake. He brought her other ankle over his shoulder to kiss it. He let his hands feel every curve and muscle in her leg giving her goosebumps.

Her head was still turned away from him, her eyes skewed shut, her body tense. He didn’t want to hurt her; she needed to relax. Hopefully she’d figure that out in time. He kissed her leg all the way up to her hip. His nose was level with her pussy. Her slick, glistening, wet pussy. He took a deep whiff of her sweet arousal making him dizzy with need.

“Mmm,” he hummed crawling up to her ear. His dick rested on her belly. “I knew you’d be ready for me, baby,” he teased. She sobbed and gritted her teeth. “No, don’t be upset,” he cooed. “It’s a good thing. So you don’t get hurt.” He took her head in his hands making her face him. She opened her eyes. She was scared but still determined to be strong. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he smirked. “Are you?” he asked running his tongue against her lips. “Are you into getting hurt?” He didn’t wait for an answer; he knew he was being a smart ass.

He crushed her lips with his own licking them open. She clenched her teeth closed and whined, not wanting to open up for him. He ran his tongue across her teeth. “You were being such a good girl,” he said a hint of warning in his voice. “Let me taste you. Please?” She still didn’t let him in. He leaned his forehead against hers for a few moments and sighed. He pulled away and met her eyes. “Please,” he begged. He wouldn’t hide the pleading in his voice. “I don’t want to get angry. I want us both to have a good time.” Her eyes widened in terror; maybe now she would do the right thing. “Will you let me taste you, baby?”

Her nose was scrunched up, defiant and angry, but she knew what was good for her. She nodded her head. He sighed, smiling. “I knew you were a good girl. You’re such a smart girl.” He kissed her softly at first, taking his time. She let him slip his tongue inside to mate with hers. She didn’t move her tongue at first, but decided to do what he wanted for self-preservation or need. He didn’t know which, but he really didn’t care. She’d be rewarded either way.

His kiss became hungry and sloppy; he wanted to devour her. He wondered if she felt the same…then she released a needy whine. She lifted her hips, her juices smearing his stomach. He pulled away from her so they could catch their breaths. “Don’t worry, baby,” he panted. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

Her eyes were desperate but also angry at herself. He wished she wouldn’t be so hard on herself. They were just doing what humans had been doing since the beginning of time. Nothing to be angry or embarrassed about.

“I’ll take good care of you.” He kissed her forehead and lowered himself down her body until his mouth reached her weeping pussy. She whined as she tried to close her knees together, but he forced them apart. He raised her legs over his shoulders and onto his back. He held them firmly in place holding onto her thighs.

Then, at long last, he dragged his tongue across her opening tasting her juices. She was the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Her weak moan only added to it. He took another lazy lick making her writhe under him. She tried to close her legs together again, but it was impossible, so she stroked his back with her legs in an effort to get his mouth closer to her pussy. Eliot didn’t need encouragement to eat her out, but he knew she couldn’t help herself.

He opened her up with his fingers exposing her sensitive folds like a blooming flower. He wrapped his mouth around as much as he could, sucking and licking at anything he could reach.

“Uhhhh!” she whined pulling at her restraints again, but for an entirely different reason. Her hips bucked into his mouth wanting him to go deeper. She let out a guttural cry. Eliot thrust his tongue into her trying to find her sweet spots, but it wasn’t enough for his baby. She was growing desperate. She needed relief. “Puh…” she sputtered then whined. “Please!”

Eliot lifted his head to look at her, licking any of her still on his mouth. He was going to give her what she needed, but if there was a chance he could hear her say the words… Fuck, he might burst.

He pushed himself up so they were face-to-face with each other. She was crying and whimpering her eyes pleading into his. She was beautiful. “P…Please!”

“‘Please’ what?” he asked her gently, stroking her tears away. She skewed her eyes shut, embarrassed. “Come on, baby,” he whispered in her ear stroking his cheek against hers. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I promise.”

She let out a long, defeated cry. She was going to say it. Eliot looked from her eyes to her lips. He lifted his eyebrows in anticipation. “Say it, baby.” Say it!

She let out another cry before meeting his eyes. “Please!” she said. “I need to cum.”

His breath caught at hearing the words and the desperate need behind them. He closed his eyes to savor the moment not expecting any more when suddenly…

“Please make me cum! Please,” she sobbed, “I need you to help me cum!”

Shit, now he was going to cum; he was going to cum if he didn’t calm the fuck down. He took deep breaths until he knew he was back in control.

He opened his eyes. “Of course, baby,” he stroked her hair. “I’ll help you.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll take care of you.” He ran his fingertips down from her cheek, to her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, and finally, to the curls of her mound. He gave her a long, slow kiss as he pushed one finger into her hot core. He swallowed the cry that came from her mouth. “I gotchu, baby.” He caught her bottom lip in his teeth before shoving his tongue back into her. He pumped the finger in and out of her lubing her up even more. He added a second finger, stroking in and out of her. He curled his fingers inside her hitting the right spots.

She cried out again. “Please!”

He dipped his thumb in her gathering enough juices before searching for her clit. There. He found it. Right there. She was already spasming around him grinding into him so his thumb would move; she had a good grip on his fingers. He made slow circles around her sensitive nub making her sob uncontrollably. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her and curling his fingers while his thumb circled her nub faster and faster.

She moaned as her breathing quickened and her thrusting became more erratic. She was getting close. “That’s it, baby,” his kiss turned wild, animalistic. “That’s it,” he growled devouring her mouth.

She released a long cry as her body stilled and shook in place. He didn’t stop his fingers; he kept pumping her, curling into her, flicking her clit prolonging her release. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he said against her ear.

He watch her face, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth wide open but only able to make guttural sounds. She whined as she starting coming down from her high. He slowed down his stroking and finally stopped, playing with the tiny hairs on her pussy. He peppered kisses on her temple. “You did so good, baby. I’m so happy.” He swept his hand from her pussy to her hip leaving a trail of her cum. He caressed her hip. “I’m so happy, baby.”

She turned her head away and started crying, ashamed. No! He didn’t want her to feel bad. He wanted her to feel good. “Don’t you start crying now,” he said more firmly than he intended to, but it did the job. She pressed her lips together trying to stop crying, but letting the occasional whine slip through. “You got nothin’ to be ashamed of, ya hear?” He turned her face back toward him leaving some of her cum in her hair and the side of her cheek. He gave her a gentle smile. “You didn’t do nothin’ wrong,” he whispered. “You done so good, baby. Ok?”

She searched his eyes her eyebrows skewed in confusion and fear. She sniffed and nodded to satisfy Eliot and bit her lip to keep from crying. Eliot nodded along with her, smiling. “Ok. Good.” He pecked her lips appreciatively then rested his forehead against hers, breathing deeply, savoring the moment. He ran his fingers down her side and her hip and stopped at her pubic hair.

Eliot kissed her nose before pulling back to see her eyes. She was waiting in anticipation, not knowing what was next. Of course she had every reason to be scared, he just wished she wouldn’t be scared longer than necessary. He wasn’t going to kill her right now.

Sadness washed over him at the thought of killing her. Of letting her go, leaving him alone once again. He hadn’t cared about being alone before, but this girl…his baby, was making him see things differently.

No. He was being selfish. She needed to die; she was a witness. He just had to enjoy the little time they had together.

He focused on the present. She was alive right now. She was smart, beautiful, and such a good girl. The thought made him smile. She’s such a good girl.

“Baby?” She let out a little whine. “You think you got one more in ya?” he asked shyly. Her face scrunched up and she shook her head. “Please?” He kept playing with her pubic hair. “I just gotta be inside you, darlin’.” He ran his index finger along her opening. “You taste so good and you smell so sweet.” He took a deep whiff of her neck. “And you’re just so tight.” A second finger joined the first running up and down her opening, going a little deeper playing with the folds inside.

He nuzzled her nose with his own while she sobbed, her body shaking. “Will ya let me be inside you, baby?” He raised his eyebrows hoping she’d say yes. “I sure would appreciate it. Otherwise,” he grimaced and let out a sad sigh, “we'd have to end our night together...right now.”

She shook her head frantically. “No! No, no, please no!”

“I don’t want it to end early neither, baby,” he tried to reassure her. “So, what do ya say? You think you can go one more round?”

She sobbed uncontrollably as she nodded and closed her eyes.

“Thank you, baby!” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be as gentle as I can. Promise.”

He pushed a finger into her still wet core and pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He spread his fingers apart inside her stretching her, hoping it was enough to prepare her.

He kissed her as she kept sobbing. “Baby? It’s hard for me to kiss you right when you’re cryin’ like that. Think you could stop...for me, please?” She let out one more sob before pressing her lips together. When she was sure she would stop crying she opened her mouth and took deep breaths. She opened her eyes and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her sweetly and tenderly. She deserved nothing short of gentleness and kindness.

He scooped as much of her juices as he could on his two fingers and spread it on his hard cock. It was already leaking pre-cum, but he wanted to lubricate it as much as he could.

He smiled down at her excitedly. “Nice and slow now…” He grunted trying to hold back and only allow the tip to enter her. He kissed her after she started moaning. “I know, baby. I know.” He entered her slowly stroking in and out of her inch by inch. He kissed her and gave her reassurances and praise the entire time as she moaned in pain. “You’re doing so good, baby. Almost there…” He felt her squeeze around him; just once, but...Damn!

He released a low, guttural cry after he was all the way inside her and started panting. “You ok, baby?” He caressed her cheek as her tears ran down to her hair. She let out a sob and nodded. “You’re so tight. I knew you’d be tight, baby.” He kissed her cheek then her lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

He kissed her deeply and played with her nipples as he slowly slid in and out of her, hoping to distract her from any pain. It worked; she started clenching around him making him cry out.

Soon it became easier to slip in and out of her and that quickened his pace. Her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure which only made him go faster to chase his release.

She’d wrapped her legs around him so he could thrust deeper into her. He steadied her arched back so he could suck her nipple making her clench again. He knew they wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He switched nipples then reached between them to find her clit. She squeezed his cock at a pulsing rate. As much as he wanted to cum right then, he wanted to make sure she got what she needed first. He continued pumping in and out of her while she tightened around him.

His fingers circled and flicked her clit more quickly making her thrust more erratically until her toes curled behind him and she stilled, spilling all over him. He kept his pumping and his ministrations on her clit to keep her going.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he said kissing and nibbling on her neck. He held her close and witnessed her throes of ecstasy. “Yes, baby! You’re so beautiful!”

His release came and he clung to her as he rode his own wave. He gave her all he had until they were both seeping out of her and onto the bedspread below. He became lightheaded and started seeing stars; it was otherworldly. This girl…this woman…this goddess…gifted him with this ethereal sensation.

When he finally came down, she was already catching her breath. He carefully pulled out of her making a mess below them. He rested his head on her chest, careful not to crush her with his weight, as he basked in the afterglow of what she gave him. He could stay there forever...

Unfortunately, he lived in the real world. The dark, cruel, unforgiving world. She was too good, too precious for this world; it would actually be a gift to take her away from it.

The sadness was creeping back in.

He wouldn’t let them find her naked corpse. She deserved better than that. He’d dress her in clean pajamas and tuck her into bed. She’d be a sleeping angel...but he couldn’t leave any of his DNA behind; he'd have to torch her bedroom and her lovely corpse. The world didn’t deserve her beauty anyway.

He took a deep breath before lifting his head to meet her eyes. Poor thing was terrified. Shaking. Crying. “What now?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He gave her a small smile. “Now, we get you cleaned up.”

He headed to the small en-suite bathroom and brought back a couple of towels. He cleaned himself up first then grabbed the other towel to clean her up.

“What…? Why…?” It was all she could say. They were fair questions. He usually wasn’t so delicate with people before he killed them. She was different.

He wiped down the mess they made on the bedspread as much as he could...not that it mattered, but it was good manners. He tossed the towel aside and started getting dressed. The blood on his clothes had dried out considerably.

He grabbed the used towels off her bed. “Now let’s get you some clean pj's.” He made sure to smile so he wouldn’t scare her as much.

He put the used towels and her dirty pajamas in the laundry basket she’d used earlier as a clever hiding place. He gathered the other dirty laundry that fell out of the basket earlier and put them back inside. Now her room wasn't so messy.

He picked out some underwear and pajamas from her chest of drawers. He could only dress her in her underwear and shorts since she was still tied to her bed. He put the pajama top over her chest anyway to cover her up. It was a cute little ensemble. This set had puppies and kittens all over them.

He stepped back and regarded her fondly. He was glad she was finding it hard to say anything; she was just mumbling and whimpering. It was cute, and it allowed him to take the time to remember how she looked at that very moment. Innocent, angelic, and beautiful.

The sadness hit him full force. The thought of never seeing this lovely creature again was constricting his heart and crushing his lungs. He took a deep breath to steady himself but he felt tears fill his eyes. He turned around and wiped his eyes. “Sorry, darlin’.” What was wrong with him?

It suddenly became too much to be in the same room as her. He put his weapons away and grabbed his cell phone before leaving. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he assured her before closing the door behind him.

He walked over the dead bodies as he reached the railing. He took deep breaths; he had to clear his mind. He needed to be reasonable. Logical. He couldn’t…

No! It was a bad idea. It was selfish and it would require a whole reworking of his service to Moreau. He gripped the railing tighter as he fought between considering and rejecting his really bad idea.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he called Moreau. Eliot froze when he heard his voice. Damn, he never freezes!

“Eliot, what’s going on?” Moreau asked when Eliot didn’t answer right away.

“Nothin’,” he finally said.

“Where are you? Did you enjoy your little treat?”

“That’s actually what I’m callin’ about. I’m still at the house.”

“Oh, you took your time with her. You’re such a romantic, Eliot!” Moreau chuckled.

Eliot tried to laugh along. “Ha! Yeah. So, Damien, I’ve got a really big ask.”

“Really?” Moreau was surprised. Eliot didn’t usually ask him for favors. “I’m intrigued.”

Eliot took a deep breath. “It’s the girl. I wanna keep her.”

“Keep her?! That is a really big ask, my friend.”

“I know!” Eliot couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. “It’s crazy, but I’ve never asked you for anything, Damien. I’m asking for this.”

Moreau let out a long sigh. “Having a pet is a big responsibility, Eliot. She’d require a lot of attention, but most of all, you’d have to train her. She’s a witness. She can’t just go off wherever she wants and talking to whoever she wants, so someone will have to look after her when you’re away.”

“I was hoping you could loan me out one of your guys until I find someone myself.”

“I can’t believe I’m even entertaining such a ridiculous idea!” He let out another sigh. “But you’re my best guy. My number one, and you deserve to be happy.”

“Shit! Are you serious?” Was Moreau actually going to say yes?

“You can’t get attached, Eliot!” Moreau warned. “If you’re unable to control her…you’ll have to put her down. I don’t want to see my friend sad and moping around because he grew too attached to his pet.”

Eliot chuckled. “Who you talkin’ to, Moreau? I don’t get attached.”

Moreau laughed back. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make it clear what could happen.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Because it’s you, Eliot. I would only allow this for you. You can keep her.”

Eliot felt like a boy on Christmas morning. “I can?! Oh my god, thanks, Damien! I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve earned it. I want you here for a debrief by tomorrow afternoon, then you can have the next few days off to get her settled.

“You got it, boss. I can’t thank you enough.”

Moreau chuckled. “Your gratitude is all the thanks I need. Hearing you so excited brings me so much joy!”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off, Moreau!” Eliot chuckled.

“Ha, ha, yeah! See you tomorrow!"

Eliot put away his phone and rubbed his hands together excitedly. Oh, shit! What if she didn’t want to come with him? He could just take her, but if he couldn’t control her he’d have to kill her. He would have to give her the news delicately.

He knocked on the door before going back in. Why did he do that? Was he nervous? Shit, what was wrong with him?

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly.

She’d been struggling against her restraints and crying but stopped as soon as Eliot walked in. She was so persistent; he liked that about her. In her struggle, her pajama top slipped off exposing her breasts.

He sat beside her on the bed and carefully covered her back up. He pulled back the sweaty hair clinging to her face to see her better.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Are you going to kill me?”

Eliot smiled at her as he stroked her chin. “Looks like somebody found their voice again,” he said playfully. “That’s good ‘cause I gotta ask you somethin’.”

“I don’t want to die!” She sobbed, her lip quivering.

“I don’t want you to die neither, sweetheart,” he told her leaning closer to her. “But that’s up to you.”

“What?!”

“Now, I could leave you here. I’d make it real quick and painless, I promise…”

“No, no, please!”

“Or,” he said over her pleas so she could hear him. When she stopped, he continued. “Or you can come with me. You’d have to give up your whole life. Whatever career you saw yourself doin’, any plans for your future…well, they’d all be gone.” She scrunched her eyebrows and gave him an incredulous look. “I know that’s askin’ a lot, and it’s not fair. It’s real selfish of me, and I’m sorry. But you’re a witness to what happened here tonight, and my boss don’t like to leave witnesses.” She sobbed, tears coming out of her eyes. “He said I could keep you, but you gotta behave. You can’t go ‘round trying to leave or start talkin’ about what you seen here.” She whimpered. “I promise I’ll do my best to make you happy. I can find us a fancy place like this to live to make the transition easier for you. I know you’re a classy gal and you’re used to livin’ in luxury, so I’ll do my best to give you that lifestyle. And once I know I can trust you to be a good girl…there’s so much more we could do together! So much we could see and experience! Whaddaya say?”

She looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows; she kept sobbing and crying. Eliot waited patiently for her to stop and catch her breath. It was a big decision and she was, understandably, overwhelmed.

“Why?” she finally asked. “Why did you kill my parents? Why?”

Why? That was a big question. Should he tell her about her dad’s business? How he became a threat to Moreau? Who Moreau was? Who Eliot was and what he did? The poor girl had been sheltered her whole life; did she really want to know the depths of the darkness of this world?

“It’s just the world we live in, darlin’.” He didn’t like it any more than she did, but to survive in this world, you had to do things you didn’t want to do. Although he was sorry that she wouldn’t get to live the life she deserved, he wasn’t sorry about keeping her in his life. She would be a bright light in his dark world.

Eliot helped her dress into something more appropriate for traveling and helped her fill a duffle bag with some clothes and personal items; he could only let her keep one photograph of her family. He dumped the laundry on her bed, found some cleaning supplies to use as an accelerant and lit it up.

He picked her up, her hands tied in front of her; he had her carry her duffle bag. “I got a question for you, sweetheart. Why’d you ditch your last final?”

She blinked at his completely unimportant question. “It...it wasn’t required if we got A’s...on the first three exams.”

Eliot gave her a big smile. “I knew you had a good reason; you’re such a smart girl! Now close your eyes, sweetheart,” he told her. “You don’t need to see all the bad stuff that happened out there again.”

He kissed her forehead and held her close as he carried her away to their new life. He would take care of her and make her happy. They were going to be so happy together…unless she gave them a reason not to be.

#leverage fanfic #leverage eliot #leverage dark eliot #leverage fanfiction #eliot spencer x oc #eliot spencer #eliot spencer x ofc #dark leverage #leverage fic

[ivymarquis]

Okay y’all know those reddit posts where the husband forces the wife into opening the marriage because he wants a free pass to cheat and she’s forced to say yes because the option is that or divorce? And then the husband legitimately expects the wife to just stay home and not do anything while he’s having fun because she loves him. And then eventually she decides if the relationship is open then she should probably find someone too, and then the husband is all shocked pikachu face about it and wants to close the relationship back up because “it’s different because Im sleeping with different women I don’t care about, and you’ve got an entire boyfriend so it’s cheating D<“

Meanwhile the boyfriend is a cinnamon roll who is totally trying to finesse the wife out from underneath the husband because she deserves better??? That he’d happily be committed to her and only her if she leaves him?

1) that shit butters my biscuit on so many levels

2) that concept, with Graves x Reader as the married couple with König as the boyfriend lmfao

#it came to me in a fever dream #graves x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #cod x reader #I know cheating aint a popular trope in fanfiction but listen we can get behind this one concept #and yes it is cheating lmao leveraging the marriage to get a yes puts the yes under duress #it also had to be graves because he’s easy to dunk on and he’d totally be the type to do it