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HELP MARGOT ROBBIE AND RYAN GOSLING WERE STUCK IN CDMX TRAFFIC FOR HOURS ON THEIR WAY TO THE MEXICO PREMIERE 😭😭😭😭

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I went to a coffee morning with a bunch of mums and it was pretty fun overall, but I cannot get over how one of them casually dropped that her husband got her pregnant when she was 16 and he was a grown ass man and another woman dated her husband when he was 16. Jesus Christ 💀

Something that keeps blowing my mind when I know it realistically shouldn't is just how many adults are predators and how normalised it is. You'd think predators are the boogyman or obvious weirdos but nah, it's always the seemingly regular people around you. It's the mum who brings her little kids to school. It's the husband of the woman who you laugh with over cakes and drinks. It's fucking scary.

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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥 max verstappen x reader (fluff) “. . . while on a drive, lando's car breaks down and you're the best mechanic in town.”

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"Now my phone's dead too." Lando scoffed throwing his phone on the leather seat. He's been standing at the side of the blue carbon covered £380,00+ car for the past 20 minutes. He was in the middle of utterly no where, with no cars passing by ( the people that did stop, happen to not speak English nor Flemish Dutch for that matter yes lando tried speaking dutch to italians ).

What a lucky day.

And it was about to get a lot luckier when another car passing by stopped after Norris waved over. "I need help, with the car." He tried saying slowly, switching to Dutch to try his chances.

"I can . . . I can help push it? to uh . . . car doctor?" "Yes, car doctor, that would be great. Thank you." And so after about 2 hours of hard work, the two men ( well one man, one boy lando small ) arrived at a town where several other men came and helped Lando to the mechanics shop.

"Ask kiku. Uhhh . . . Kiku help with car. Very good."

Lando made sure to thank everyone before they left, going through the door. "Un momento per favore." [one moment please]. A female voice shouted through the garage, she was laying on a skateboard rolled under a car.

"Matteo!" she shouted again startling Lando. "Matteo. Porta qui il tuo culo e aiuta quel dannato uomo." [Matteo. Get your ass over here and help the god damn man]. 'Matteo' seemed to have either passed out and taken a nap or walked out. "marcire All 'inferno . . . Cosa c'è che non va nella tua auto?" [rot in hell . . . what's wrong with your car] You asked giving up on finding your co worker.

"I'm sorry?" Lando asked again feeling nervous in this situation, making you pause your tweaking. You rolled from under the car, looking at the British driver. "There shouldn't be anything wrong with your car." You spoke in English, fluently, rolling back under and continuing with the wrench.

"You didn't even take a look at my car-" He was stuttering. Lando was surprised and shocked. It's not everyday you run into a hot Italian women, that can fix cars and speaks English like she's from Chicago or Milton.

"What did you do to it. Were you racing with it? Drifting? Rallying? Or did you completely destroyed it, cause I don't have any carbon fiber or fancy doors and steering wheels."

"No." He replied to all of your questions. "Then it's fine. There's a gas station two roads south from here-" "You don't even know what the model of the car is." He argued, not believing you.

"You're Lando Norris, aren't you? its a 765LT Spider, McLaren." You answered with no hesitation, making the boy zip his mouth. "What do you want, Mr. Norris?" You asked again getting annoyed.

"I was told to look for, uh, Kiku was it?" He said unsurely. You sighed, grumbling a few Italian cuss words under your breath as you finished your current task. Rolling out, you stood up, lifting your tank top and wiping your face dry from the sweat, which in turn smudged some grease on your face.

Fuck not being attracted to Italian female mechanics, you were hot. Very attractive in Lando's eyes.

"I'm Kiku." You told him, handing him the greasy wrench. It was a stupid nickname a few friends gave you as a joke, and it stuck. You looked out at his car hand on your hip as you examined it. "Can you turn it on?" You asked as you approached it, ready to open the back trunk and check the engine.

Lando looked grossed out at the wrench, setting it on a random surface as he unlocked the truck. You examined the car for the next 15 minutes. "I can give it back tomorrow. It's not a big problem. Like I said, you're just out of gas."

"But the measure doesn't say that. And If it's just out of gas, shouldn't you be able to give it back today?" "Yeah. That's the problem, your fuel sender is lying to you and I have to change it." You patted his back, moving back into your garage.

"But I can't stay here forever." "What's wrong with this place?" You asked frowning, looking him in the eye. Lando was going to open his mouth before he closed it quickly. "Nothing I just don't-" why was he rushing? He didn't have places to be at the moment. ". . . I don't have a place to stay?" He answered, more like asked from how unsure of himself he was.

You looked at him for a few seconds. "You can wait over there, just don't touch anything." You told him sighing, nodding towards a few chairs near your office.

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"I'm not getting in." Lando refused, looking at your green car. Well it wasn't any green car. It was a classic, a Ferrari 250 gte. Highlight Ferrari. "Yeah, I'm definitely not getting it."

"Suit yourself, the coyotes here would not pass on eating you alive." You joked, not even sure if there were coyotes. "It's not everyday you get to eat a formula one driver, especially a British McLaren driver named Norris." Yea that statement did it for Lando, quickly getting in the car and closing the door after him.

"Good boy." You humed, not really thinking about it as you pulled out the driveway and made your way home. Lando could feel his face redden, hearing your praise, crossing his arms and huffing.

When you arrived at your house, the McLaren diver was quick to jump out first. "Think fast." Lando turned around, quickly catching the keys you tossed. He dropped them once he saw the yellow and black logo with a yelp.

You were laughing at him, moving to his side and picking up the keys, moving towards the house. "casa mia è casa tua." you told him as soon as you unlocked the door. Landor entered after you, copying you as you took your shoes off. The first thing the British driver felt was warmth, your space was giving him solace. This place felt like home.

"You can look around, I'm not going to take long in the shower." You set your bag down on the floor near the couch, making your way to the bathroom. Land did look around, he felt curious. You clearly knew him but he knew so little about you. While scouting for information he found your collection of music discs.

When finally came out fresh, Lando was quick to ask you about a few pictures he found. You two were quickly becoming close with one another. Sharing stories and jokes.

"What about this one?" Lando pointed to one on the grand piano. "Oh yea, I can totally see the picture, Mr. Norris." You chuckled. You were busy with your hands, making dinner for both of you ( you usually ordered out but it world be rude to do that with a guest around so you were putting your heart out in the spaghetti you wee making from scratch, something you knew would impress the McLaren driver ).

Lando picked up the photo frame walking over to you. "Why do you keep calling me by my last name? I have a first name, or did you forget." He chuckled looking at you. "Cause your first name sounds like London." You teased joking. It was out of respect, you did not want to get on his bad side, and it did sound like London just a bit.

Lando smiled laughing. "Well, I'd rather you call me by my first name." "Of course, Mr. Norris." You teased, leaning your forearms on the counter, flicking some flower on his face. He only held up the photo in return. "Oh, I remember this." You hummed, wiping your hand in a towel, taking the photo.

"It was before the last race for the European karting championship. I think I was . . . eleven in that picture?" Lando moved beside you looking down at it. You were in your kart, with your helmet on holding a thumbs up.

You took a moment looking at the photo, your father was sitting beside you on the floor, delivering the kart it's last few tweaks before the race. "You karted?" Lando asked, ruining the moment.

"No." You sarcastically replied, pushing the picture on his chest. "I flew planes at the age of two." You rolled your eyes. "Did you win?" "Hell yeah, I did. Do I look like some weak ass sissy?" You replied laughing. "That championship was mine. I Literally beat up Albon and Leclerc. "

"Really?" He was interested, leaning forward to listen closely. "What else did you race in?" "Just that really." You shrugged smiling. "Other than the karting track a few blocks down." "There's a karting track a few blocks down?" You looked at him blinking quietly. "I think answered your question before you answered it."

The boy looked away chuckling nervously. "Right." "I can drop you off tomorrow morning while I fix your car." You offered as you gently cooked the chicken alfredo. "Really?" You looked back at him deadpanning. "I mean, I'd enjoy that. Thank you."

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"Hey, I never got to ask, why didn't you continue with racing? You won the championship after all. We could've been competing in f1 together." The sun had already risen again and Lando was unwillingly sitting in your car as you drove through the town. "Not everyone is high born, Norris." You sighed, shrugging. "It's my cannon event. Besides, I'm happy like this."

After finally fixing the lying fuel measure, you drove the McLaren to the karting track, honking the horn to get the attention of the race car driver.

Turning back from the fence, Lando smiled upon seeing you lean on the blue carbon in the car park. "You fixed her!" "Of course I did." You chuckled, tossing him his keys once he was close enough. "You're free to go Mr. Norris." You chuckled getting off the McLaren and patting his back. "I don't need to leave just yet . . . by the way do you have plans next week?" "Why what are you up to."

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There Ain't a Soul Thinking About Ted Wheeler

Final Chapter in the Just Married Series

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Bonus / Part 4

Steve Harrington x Wife!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Steve and the Reader arrive home, but Eddie's not part of the welcoming committee. He shows up later, nervous about the letter they sent home.

Warnings: 18+ MINOR DO NOT INTERACT. A little angst. Food mention. Steddie interaction. P in V. Threesome. Anal (M receiving). Cunnilingus. Fellatio. Baby conception mentions. Creampie. Masturbation (F). Steve's a little dom-ish here. Facesitting. Gentle spanking. Mention of Ted Wheeler during sexy time.

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It's like clockwork, the timing. As soon as Steve pulls the RV into the driveway, everyone else starts showing up. He hasn't even turned the ignition off before the first car pulls in behind it.

First, it's Robin with Max and Lucas in tow, smiles wide on their faces. Next is an old Jeep Cherokee, one that Dustin had gotten for his eighteenth birthday a couple years back, that Mike, El, and Will all pile out of. Nancy and Jonathan pull up the rear, parking on the street in front of the house. There's only one vehicle that's missing.

"Not even thirty seconds back home and we've got company already," Steve chuckles, shaking his head as he turns the ignition off.

"I mean, you could've told them we'd be back an hour or two later if you didn't want them to be here the moment we got back," you reply with a smile. "Besides. Some of the kids can help us unpack everything, and you know Nancy or Jonathan are gonna order us all take-out."

"I guess family is great in that way," he says; his eyes meet yours, soft and shining like the stars.

"And this is our family," you say, scooping his hand into yours. "We picked these weirdos."

His lips pull from his teeth in a wide smile. "Either that, or we were forced into it by circumstance."

Before you can answer him, someone bangs on the passenger side door of the RV; you look to find Dustin, his eyes aglow with excitement as Lucas, Mike, and Will crowd around behind him.

"How was the honeymoon?!" Dustin shouts, the question jumbled in between the greetings from the rest of the boys.

"Come on now," you hear Robin saying as she pulls each of them back. "They just got back. Give them some breathing space."

"It was great," you smile, lowering yourself from the RV as Robin takes your hand to help you down. "We've got quite the haul of souvenirs for you guys, too."

"But you can only have them if you guys help us get our shit inside, okay?" Steve says, coming around the front.

The kids follow him back into the RV, and you look around; Eddie is still missing from the group, though he had said when you guys called him a couple days ago that he'd be here.

Maybe the letter home to him was too much. Maybe you had misjudged and absolutely tanked your friendship with him, and he never wants to see yours or Steve's perverted faces ever again. Your heart sinks at the notion, twisting your guts with regret.

"He got caught up at the garage," Nancy explains, obviously reading the worry on your face. "One of the guys didn't show up, another guy is on vacation. He'll be here as soon as he can."

Part of you feels relieved, even if another part of you is stuck in an ever increasing shame spiral.

In almost no time, the RV is unpacked, and, as predicted, Nancy puts an order in for pizza delivery. The late afternoon passes with stories from the road and the distribution of souvenirs, stories of what happened when you were gone, and everyone's eventual exit.

The sun is setting by the time you and Steve are alone once more, sorting through your luggage in the living room and deciding which clothes are clean and which are going to the laundry.

"Oh, looky here," Steve purrs, and you look over at him; he's holding up the lacy black underwear with his eyes aglow. "We should frame these, really. Just as a momento to remind us of the night we decided to raw dog it for the first time."

"Raw dog it?" you giggle. "That's such a romantic way to phrase 'trying for a baby'."

"Why don't you come over here and we can keep trying?"

Before you can step toward him, however, there's a knock on the front door.

"Hold that thought, stud," you say. "I'm gonna go get the door."

Through the peephole, you spot the tell-tale mane of brown waves and your heart leaps into your throat.

"It's Eddie!" you call to Steve before yanking the door open. "Took you long enough, Munson. Where've you been?"

Eddie's brow crumples, apparently wondering when you became his mother.

You can't help it, your nerves getting the better of you in anticipation that he might admit that your saucy letter home didn't have the effect you wanted. It makes you a little too aggressive, ironically so, given that your current worry is being too aggressive.

"I was at work," Eddie says to you, his gaze shifting all over the place, as if he's afraid to keep eye contact. "And I stopped home for a shower, if that's alright. Being a mechanic is a gross job sometimes."

"I guess," you say quietly, shrugging your shoulders as you fold your arms over your chest.

Silence balloons between you, only broken when you hear Steve finally shuffle forward.

"Hey, buddy," Steve says, apparently oblivious to the tension between you and Eddie. "How's it going? Why don't you come inside?"

You meet Eddie's gaze once more, Steve's phrasing resounding in your head. The pair of you fix your eyes on Steve, who's already turning around to head inside. With a deep breath, you step aside and allow Eddie in, shutting the door behind you.

Steve hadn't bothered putting the panties away, letting them sit in plain sight on the sitting chair next to your suitcase, and you see Eddie eye them with vague interest, his brow arching.

"How was the honeymoon?" he asks, forcing a neutral tone.

This Eddie is the entire antithesis to the one that came to see you off before the honeymoon. He's a little withdrawn, keeping to himself and controlling his volume.

"It was great!" Steve answered. "Did you get our letter?"

It's then you stop walking through the living room, the air itself freezing around you in the wake of that question. This is the moment of truth, your eyes shifting to Eddie as your heartbeat speeds up. Eddie's eyes widen with surprise, and you can't blame him; this is probably not the first thing he wanted to be questioned about when he walked in here. For all either of you know, he was dreading it altogether, about to tell you how uncomfortable it made him.

"So," Eddie says slowly, "you did mean to send that to me, right?"

You glance at Steve, who seems cooler than a cucumber, before looking back at Eddie.

"Yes," you say hesitantly, the word almost pulling up like a question at the end.

"Of course we did," Steve says at the same time, though his answer bleeds confidence.

It's almost like the whole weight of the world sloughs off Eddie's shoulders in that moment. His eyes close in relief as his smile finally makes an appearance, the rest of his body releasing the tension it had been holding since the moment you laid eyes on him not three minutes ago.

"Thank god," he says, rubbing his hands up and down his face.

In turn, your lungs reinflate, trembling a little with your own relief.

"We did have a little think about it," Steve explains, "but we felt right when we sent it."

"I had been back and forth on it since the first time I read it," Eddie says, his gaze bouncing between you and Steve.

"Oh, the first time you read it?" you chuckle. "How many times did you read it, Eds?"

Eddie's cheeks glow pink as he smiles hard.

"Well," he says. "I got it a week ago. I read it when I first opened it. Then I read it again an hour later. Then I read it again when I went to bed. Rinse and repeat for the next six days, you know. When I wasn't fucking myself over it, I thought you guys would regret it and I felt so guilty about it."

"Honestly," you pipe up, "for some reason, I thought it would've been too much because you didn't show up with everyone else today. Like we overstepped a boundary and you were avoiding us."

"Fuck no, babe," Eddie says, stepping closer to you and Steve. "I just got caught up at work. But it's such a fucking relief, knowing that it's okay."

Steve steps closer to Eddie, looking down his nose at him. You know this look. Steve has been aiming it at you since high school.

"Well, now that we've got that settled," Steve says, his voice low and gravelly, "what are you looking to do about it, Munson?"

Eddie matches Steve's energy immediately, tilting his head with a grin.

"I'm looking to fuck you and your wife, Harrington," he replies.

Steve smiles, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin to bring his head forward. Their lips meet, a quick peck at first, each one testing the waters. Eddie glances at you for a moment, and you nod your head. With your permission, Eddie pulls Steve in, his fingers fisted in the fabric of latter's t-shirt. Their mouths open for each other, lips brushing before their tongues slip together.

Watching the hunger they display, you feel a familiar heat pooling between your thighs, laced with something new, something potent. You back up, landing on the end of the couch to watch your husband and best friend make out. Steve cradles Eddie's head like he's always done yours as Eddie's hands encircle Steve's ribs, pulling him flush to his chest. As absorbed as you are in this vision, you barely realize as your hand sneaks into your shorts, slipping under your panties, fingers sliding over your dewy clit in a heartbeat.

"Fuck," you nearly whine, catching the boys' attentions.

"Oh, look at her," Eddie says, still holding Steve to his body. "Did you like that, baby girl? Did you like watching me kiss your husband?"

"God, yes," you breathe, loving the attention almost as much as you did observing.

"Wanna watch some more?"

"Yes!"

"Good," he grins, looking at Steve once more. "Take your shirt off, Stevie. Let's give our girl a show."

Steve chuckles, pulling his t-shirt overhead and tossing it away without another thought; Eddie does the same before taking Steve by the waist and pulling him close. Their mouths meet once more before Eddie's hands start to wander, running along Steve's bare back. Steve's hands slide down Eddie's tattooed chest, his fingertips stopping to flirt with Eddie's nipples.

"Oh, god," Eddie moans into Steve's mouth, his head falling backward with a sigh.

At this, you press a little harder on your clit, knowing just how it feels to have Steve playing with your nipples.

Eddie barely recovers as his open mouth meets Steve's neck, his tongue gliding over the pulse point beneath the freckled flesh. He devours every inch he can, leaving no spot untouched as he works his way to his chest. Eddie's nose nuzzles into the thick hair, trailing the kisses he leaves as he drops to his knees.

Steve watches as Eddie pulls at his belt buckle, making quick work of the button and fly of his jeans before yanking them down. His jaw drops the moment Eddie mouths his barely confined cock from the outside of his boxer-briefs. In the space of a breath, Eddie pulls down the last barrier between him and Steve's glorious member.

"Holy fuck, you weren't kidding," Eddie says, coming eye to eye with the appendage.

"Never about that monster cock," you giggle.

"Keep 911 on speed dial, would ya, babe?" Eddie jokes before wrapping his hand around Steve; he pumps slowly, looking up at Steve's face with curiosity. Steve gazes down at Eddie, his lips parted as his breathing picks up.

"Mmm, big boy," Eddie hums before gently kissing the tip.

Steve barely has control of his hips; you know all he wants is for Eddie to put his cock into his mouth so he can thrust, though you're certain he won't because he doesn't know if that's what Eddie would want. For now, the two of you watch as Eddie's tongue flicks out, lapping the precum of the tip before closing his lips around it.

"That's it," Steve encourages quietly, suppressing a moan as he looks over at you, hand busy in your shorts. "Take those shorts off, baby. Let me see you work that pussy up."

Quickly, you do as you're told, allowing your legs to spread and giving Steve the view he asked for. The fingers of one hand slide into your molten core as the others play desperately with your clit, watching as Eddie takes Steve further into his mouth. Slowly, he retreats before taking him in once more and beginning a rhythmic bob.

"Stevie," you whimper from the couch. "Pull his hair back, I wanna see his face."

"Anything you want," he says; he threads his fingers into Eddie's waves, pulling the tresses from his face. Now you can see Eddie's plush lips wrapped around Steve as he takes him as far as he can into his mouth.

"Eddie," you say, "he likes having his balls played with. Take him into your throat and swallow around him."

At first, Eddie brings his hand up, cradling Steve's balls and gently massaging. Steve groans, his fist tightening in Eddie's hair. Once he gets the rhythm of that down, he bobs a little deeper, working himself up to taking Steve down his throat. As soon as he's brave enough, he gives it a shot but ends up gagging around it and backing off.

"It's okay," Steve mutters. "You don't have to, Eds."

"If you wanna try again," you encourage, "tuck your thumb into your fist and squeeze. It helps with the gag reflex."

Eddie pulls back, taking Steve's slick cock into his hand and pumping it.

"I've done it before, but I've never had anyone this big," he explains. "My jaw's starting to hurt."

Steve looks at you, brown eyes shaded with lust, and smiles.

"Show him how it's done, baby," he says.

You pull your fingers from yourself, taking them into your mouth to clean them off, both of your boys groaning at the sight. You slide off the couch onto the floor, bumping Eddie out of the way with your bare ass.

"Watch and learn, Munson," you giggle.

He backs up, making just enough space for you to fit between him and Steve.

You cast your eyes to Steve, licking the tip of his cock before almost immediately taking the whole thing in. Like you instructed Eddie, you tuck your thumb in and squeeze, allowing his cock to fill your throat.

As soon as you reach your rhythm with Steve, you feel Eddie's arm creep around your waist, his hand sliding down between your thighs to find your glistening heat. He presses against your clit, eliciting a moan muffled by the dick in your mouth. His other hand reaches up under your shirt, tugging the cup of your bra down and pinching your nipple.

"Oh, she likes that," Steve sighs, enjoying the vibrations of your whine.

And like this, with Eddie's hand between your legs and Steve's cock in your mouth, you are pulled through your first climax; Steve pulls back when you lose focus, getting to his knees to swallow your moans with a kiss. Eddie, on the other hand, cradles your twitching body without ever stopping his rhythm on your clit. He pulls you through the first orgasm and guides you past the overstimulation you pant through just to give you a second. You writhe in Eddie's arms, one hand holding the back of his head and the other gripping his active wrist.

"Alright, baby," Eddie coos, slowing his pace on you. "Alright. Just relax, you did so good."

"You did, love," Steve agrees.

You settle onto your knees, finally opening your eyes to see Steve and Eddie, stripping the rest of their clothes off until they're as naked as you are. Eddie gets down on the floor with you, laying on his back.

"Get on his face, baby," Steve instructs, getting to his feet, his cock bouncing as he moves.

You're distracted by it, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and take it into your mouth again.

"I'm waiting for a pussy on my face," Eddie reminds you, gently slapping at your thighs.

You giggle, lifting your wobbly leg to straddle Eddie's face, looking down at his massive erection. He curls his arms around your thighs, bringing you down until your cunt meets his mouth. He hums the moment he pulls your clit between his lips, his tongue flitting out to tickle it too.

You watch as his cock bounces, the view briefly obscured by Steve who bends to give you a kiss.

"I'll be right back," he says before leaving the room.

You aren't given a moment to even think about how strange it is to have Eddie's head between your legs while Steve is out of the room; Eddie quickly distracts you from the thought with his tongue as it teases your clit.

"God, Eddie," you sigh, gently grinding against his face.

With an idea, you lean forward, holding yourself up with one arm as the other reaches for his cock, slowly rubbing a rhythm over the head. He moans into your core.

"You treating him nice, baby?" you hear Steve say as he arrives back. "Touching his big cock like that."

"It's almost as big as yours, Stevie," you tell him, earning a slap to your backside.

"Watch your mouth," Eddie says before pulling you closer, his tongue taking up its efforts again.

You laugh out loud. "I'm so sorry, Eds. They're both perfect in every conceivable way."

To show his appreciation, he runs his tongue between your lips, fucking it into your hole.

Steve settles on the floor, supplies in hand; he sets the lube, a towel, and box of condoms beside him before he hitches Eddie's legs up over his thighs. You watch as Steve's hands glide over Eddie's hairy thighs, teasing his sack before stroking his cock. He concentrates for a moment before looking up at you.

"Eddie," he says, and only continues when he hears Eddie's "hmm?" from under you. "I'm gonna try some stuff out here. If you don't like it, tell us."

Eddie's mouth stops moving, and he pats your thigh to let you know to move. When you dismount his face, he looks up at Steve.

"What kind of stuff?" he says.

Steve picks up the bottle of lube, giving it a wiggle, and Eddie's face lightens.

"Oh, okay," he says. "Go at it, dude. You've got my blessing."

Steve chuckles. "Just in case, we should have a safe word."

The three of you glance between each other, thinking of an inside joke from years ago.

"Ted Wheeler," you giggle.

"Because there ain't a soul thinking about Ted Wheeler during sex," Eddie quips. He looks back up at you expectantly. "Well, this face isn't gonna ride itself, hot stuff."

"If you say so," you reply, assuming the position once more.

Eddie wastes no time getting back to feasting, relaxing his legs for Steve, and you watch Steve as he gears up. He takes his time, generously lathering lube onto a finger before lowering his hand to Eddie's ass. As soon as Steve presses into him, Eddie moans into your cunt, his fingers tightening into the flesh of your thighs.

"Seems like he likes it," you say, barely containing a moan of your own.

Steve barely begins pumping before Eddie shouts, "More!"

Pouring a little extra lube, Steve inserts another finger. Eddie shivers, singing his praises past his busy tongue.

"I need more," he alerts Steve a short while later.

Steve looks at you, shrugging before adding a third finger.

"It's not enough," Eddie says, and you pull yourself up off of him; you look down at him, wiping the mess off his sweet face.

"He's only got so many fingers, Eds," you laugh.

"He's got a monster cock, though," Eddie replies.

You and Steve look at each other, grinning.

"Eddie, are you saying you want me to fuck you?" he asks, fingers still inside Eddie.

Eddie sits up, staring Steve down. "You ever fucked a guy before, big boy?"

"No," Steve laughs, cockier than you think he should be. "But there's a first time for everything."

"You wanna fuck me?" Eddie taunts.

"I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk anymore, Munson. How about that?"

"Yeah? Try me, Harrington."

"Stop flirting!" you laugh. "And fucking get to it, if you're gonna do it."

Steve reaches out with his free hand, grabbing you by the jaw. "Get that pretty pussy back on his face, baby. Ride it until I say stop."

He plants a kiss on your lips, and you follow directions, eager to watch Steve sink into Eddie. Eddie, as demonstrated, does not hesitate to dive into your pretty pussy.

Steve removes his hand from Eddie, using the towel to clean it off before reaching for the condoms. He peels open a packet, sliding the rubber onto his cock before dousing it with lube. Your legs tremble from Eddie's efforts, exacerbated by the sight of your husband lining up with Eddie's asshole; Steve's keeps his eyes on you as he presses into Eddie, the latter squeezing your thighs so tightly you bank on having bruises later. Eddie lets loose a moan like you've never heard before, the sound reverberating through your body and right back into your cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, your hips grinding against Eddie's face. He doubles his efforts at the sound, his tongue ravishing your clit until you tremble above him. "Eddie! I'm gonna come! Oh my god, I'm gonna-"

Floods of euphoria crash over you as you watch Steve pick up his pace, your body wilting for a moment before you lean all the way forward to return the favor.

Steve fucks into Eddie as your mouth gets busy on his cock, bobbing along his length in appreciation for the orgasms he's given you.

The noises Eddie makes astound you; never once would you have thought that this metal band frontman could sound as desperate as he does right now. His hands squeeze your hips as you take him into your throat, swallowing around his cock, meeting Steve's rhythm.

You hear the noises Steve makes, too, this new experience providing him with so much stimulation. He's fucking Eddie, watching his wife suck him off. It's a miracle, you think, that he hasn't come yet.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie whines just as you taste a salty spot of precum. "I'm gonna lose it, guys. Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna come!"

Not a second later, he bursts into your mouth, groaning with every spurt, his body trembling beneath you. Some cum spills past your lips, dripping down his cock. You lap it all up, swallowing his seed and cleaning him up. Steve slows, coming to a stop.

"Did you come, baby?" you murmur, lifting yourself to give him a kiss.

"Not yet," he says against your lips. "Surprisingly."

"I want you to fuck me," you say, your cunt still throbbing from Eddie's mouth.

"Give me a couple minutes," he replies. "Let me clean up really quick."

Steve pulls gently out of Eddie, soothing his hands over his legs before he crawls up to meet his face. He leans down, pressing his mouth against Eddie's and pulling back to meet his eye.

"And?"

"Eh, you could've done better," Eddie replies with a grin.

"Smartass," Steve grumbles, kissing him one more time before he stands up and goes to the bathroom.

"Come here, gorgeous," Eddie says to you, pulling you up to your feet as he takes just as wobbly a stance. He plucks what looks like a clean towel from your honeymoon laundry, quickly pilfering the panties, too. He lays the towel down on the couch before plopping down himself.

"What are you doing with my underwear?" you ask gently, settling down between his legs.

He grins. "What did you guys do while you were wearing these?"

"We fucked, Eddie," you giggle.

"Describe it for me."

"Maybe later," Steve says, reentering the room; he's no longer wearing a condom and he smells of soap. His cock is still at full salute, pulsing with the blood throbbing through it. "Right now, though, I'm gonna fuck my wife."

Eddie pulls you back, laying you against his chest, opening your legs for Steve as he lowers himself to his knees. Steve's massive cock presses against your slick core, pushing in to stretch you out.

"Oh my god," you sigh, relishing the full sensation he gives you.

Steve begins to thrust, his hips bouncing off the back of your thighs as Eddie's hand winds around once more to play with your clit. You squirm between the two, their encouragement and praise dancing in the air and filling you with love.

"Look at you, gorgeous," Eddie says, pressing kisses to your neck, "taking his cock so well. He feels so good, doesn't he? Fucking you in that delicious pussy."

"Baby," Steve moans. "Eddie worked you up so nice, didn't he? I can feel it. I can feel him in your cunt. Watching him touch you really does things to me, baby. Watching him make you come? Fucking hell, I never knew I wanted to see that so badly."

"Watching you fuck him wasn't so bad either," you smile. "Wish I could watch the both of you go at it more often."

"Maybe you will," Steve replies.

"I'd still love to fuck him dumb," Eddie murmurs in your ear. "Imagine that, babe. Steve taking me, coming all over himself with my huge cock in that pretty ass of his."

You moan, feeling the antsy pressure in your groin as these men work on your cunt. Steve thrusts faster, his hands tight on your thighs as Eddie presses harder against your clit. You squirm, simply itching to reach your climax. Your hands find your tits, kneading them, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

"That's it, baby girl," Eddie says. "Touch those pretty tits for us."

The harder they work, the closer you get, getting lost in the sensation of two bodies, two mouths, two cocks, four hands.

"Come for us, baby," Steve grits out through his teeth. "Come all over this cock."

Only seconds later does your climax come, your cunt squeezing Steve's cock as his hips start to stutter; Steve grunts and he spills himself inside you, filling you up with his seed.

After, all there is are heavy breaths and trembling bodies as the blood supply returns to your brains. Steve slowly removes himself from you, eyes dropping to your creamy center as he bites his lower lip. Eddie gently helps you sit up, pulling a part of the towel up to clean you.

"Is anybody else really hungry?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"We've got leftover pizza from earlier in the fridge," Steve mentions, grabbing you by your hands and helping you to your feet.

"Perfect," Eddie replies, getting up from the couch; his cock is half-hard, bouncing between his legs as he moves to the kitchen completely naked.

Steve takes you in his arms, holding you against his chest and peppering your face with soft, slow kisses. He tells you how he loves you so, and thank you so much for this moment, and how he's so happy to have married you. The moment is gentle, sweet as he bends to pick up your clothes.

"Wait a second," you hear Eddie say as he comically walks backward into the living room, twirling on his heel to look at the pair of you. "Did you two just raw dog it?"

"Jesus," you groan, unable to help laughing.

"Yeah," Steve says. "Why?"

"Did you do that on purpose or was it just a heat of the moment thing?" Eddie asks, but puts the pieces together when you and Steve exchange a glance, smiles and eyes sparkling all the same. His jaw drops and so does the cold piece of pizza he was holding as he brings his hands over his mouth in shock. "Guys."

"Eddie," you and Steve say, trying to calm him.

"Oh my god, guys," he says, pulling you each into your own hugs before taking you both in his arms. "I'm gonna be an uncle."

[xtaketwox]

Fates Intertwined

Summary: Sometimes life is incredibly unfair. Other times, you realize that fate really does exist.

Rated: E

Word Count: 7344

Read on AO3

Special thanks to @itsthedoodle for beta reading!

@elucienweekofficial

Ten Years Ago

“Elain, we have to go.” 

Graysen let out an exasperated sigh as Elain frantically felt around the bottom of the lake with her feet, ignoring her boyfriend’s impatience as she held her nose and dove under the water, feeling around for any sign of the bracelet. 

She gasped, nearly inhaling water, when Graysen grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. 

“Elain,” he said, a frown on his face, “it’s gone. You probably lost it while we were on the boat. I have football practice tomorrow. If we don’t leave now, I won’t get enough sleep and then coach will be all over my ass.”

Elain’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded, accepting the bitter reality of having lost the only momento she had from her mother. Everything else valuable had been sold to make ends meet. 

This whole trip to the lake had been a disaster. First it stormed on their way there and they very narrowly escaped an accident on the freeway. Then when they finally arrived at Graysen’s family cabin, the electricity was off, making the whole house muggy and boiling hot. When it finally did come back on, Elain got achy from the ice cold air flowing out of the window unit a/c. Since Graysen was treating her to a weekend away, she had tried to hide how miserable she was, but losing her mother’s bracelet was the final straw in this horrible weekend.

She bit her lip and pulled her arm from Graysen’s grasp as she trudged out of the water, not caring that the sandy mud stuck to her feet as she walked back toward the house. 

Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she came to terms with the fact that the last piece of her mother was gone forever.

*****

6 years ago

Lucien sat on the lakeshore, arms wrapped around his knees as tears dripped down his face. It was the second anniversary of Jesminda’s death, and he wondered if a day would come when thinking about her didn’t send a stab of pain straight through his heart. 

He knew his phone was probably blowing up since he had put it on airplane mode three days ago, but he couldn’t deal with anyone telling him they were sorry, or asking him what they could do for him, or telling him it’ll get better with time. He didn’t want it to get better with time. Sometimes it felt as if his grief was all he had left of Jesminda, and he didn’t want it to go away. 

So Lucien sat, watching the sun dip lower toward the horizon as tears streamed down his face. 

He blinked when something glinted in his eye from near the waterline. Ignoring it, he turned his gaze back to the lake. 

A breeze whispered past him, and the hair on his arms stood on end. He shivered and looked back to the waterline as something glittered again. He slowly stood and walked over, his heart beating strangely in his chest as he neared the water. 

Wiping his eyes with his arm, he squatted down to peer down at the bit of gold sticking out. He brushed aside the sandy mud as the water gently lapped at his feet.

It was a bracelet. 

Lucien picked it up, swiping it through the water to clear away the mud. There was nothing particularly special about it, aside from the fact it was gold. He turned it over and saw an engraving.

To the love of my life

Something tingled down Lucien’s spine at the words. Had the bracelet come from Jesminda? 

He immediately scoffed at the idea, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the bracelet. He sat down, not caring that his pants were now getting wet and muddy, turning the bracelet over and over, his heart thudding rapidly in his chest. 

The engraving meant this must have been special to someone. Unless perhaps they had thrown it in the lake to get rid of it. 

He stared at the scrawling letters. He didn’t think so. He didn’t know why, but he knew that this had been precious to someone. If only there was a way to return it. 

Maybe it really was a sign from Jesminda.

Maybe it was her last goodbye.

*****

Today

“How are you holding up?”

Elain lifted her shot and threw it back, wincing at the burn. She hated alcohol, but today seemed like a good day to get drunk. She lifted the empty shot glass toward Feyre.

“To Graysen.” 

Feyre sighed, sitting next to Elain as she held up a hand to the bartender. When her shot glass was refilled, she tossed it back again. It was disgusting. How did people drink this for fun? 

Feyre grabbed her wrist when she started to signal for a third shot. “Slow down. You’ll end up throwing it all up if you don’t.” 

Elain wrenched her wrist away and turned around. “You’re no fun.” She stood, grabbing the bar when her vision temporarily blacked out. She couldn’t be drunk already. 

When her vision cleared, she started walking toward the dance floor. She felt as if she were floating in a dream, but wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the shock of finding out Greyson had gotten married to the woman he had cheated with today. 

“Elain—”

Elain waved off her sister. “I’m fine, Feyre. I just want to dance.”

Elain didn’t know how to dance. 

Well. Not unless it was a waltz or one of the other dances her mother had insisted they learn when she was alive. Her mother had been convinced it was imperative for her daughters to know how to waltz, as if it were still the middle of the 1800s.

But all you had to do was sway to the beat. Elain tripped to the center of the dance floor, closed her eyes, and started moving. On any normal day, she would never do such a thing. The idea that people could see her and judge her dancing was enough to keep her safely on the fringes of any club, but today she didn’t care what anyone thought. 

That could be the alcohol talking though. 

The song was mostly just a repetitive beat. Elain tried to think of what it was called. EDM maybe. She laughed as she realized she was standing with her eyes closed at the center of the dance floor and instead of dancing to the beat, she was contemplating what style of music this was. Greyson would have teased her about it. 

A stab went through her heart at the reminder that it didn’t matter what Greyson would have thought. He had left her two months ago, claiming he had fallen in love. He had kicked her out of their shared apartment, giving her a single day to find somewhere else to live. Thankfully, Feyre’s husband, Rhysand was filthy rich and so they had rooms to spare. Nesta, ever the lawyer, had tried to convince Elain to take legal action, since her name was still on the lease, but Elain had been too heartbroken to bother.

Now she kind of wished she had, but it was too late. She was alone and Graysen was married after telling her he wasn’t the marrying sort. 

She had been so stupid.

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she forced them down and focused on feeling the music instead. 

Time blurred as one song bled into the next. A voice in the back of her head told her she was going to regret her shoe choice in the morning, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. 

A slow song started, pulling Elain out of her thoughts. She blinked, coming out of her head as she looked around and saw couples pairing up. With a pang, she turned to leave and ran straight into a broad chest.

When she looked up, her heart skipped a beat. 

“Holy shit,” she mumbled. This was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His hair was coppery and long, his eyes a gorgeous shade of brown, and the smirk on his face should be illegal. Her gaze dropped to the broad chest in front of her, taking in what looked like a swimmer’s body with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. 

It didn’t even register that she had cursed out loud until the man chuckled and took a step back. Heat rose to her face. It must be the residual effects of the two shots she had drank earlier because she never swore, at least not out loud. 

“Sorry,” Elain mumbled, looking down. 

A finger slid under her chin, tilting her head up so that her eyes met his. “I should be the one apologizing for not giving you space.”

Elain could only blink up at this man, rendered mute by his smirk. He was tall. Very tall. And very, very gorgeous. 

He smirked again and dropped his finger to hold out his hand. “Would you like to dance?”

Only then did Elain remember they were in the middle of a dance floor. She nearly said no, feeling suddenly conspicuous, but then remembered where being compliant and safe had gotten her and instead took his hand, nodding. 

He twisted her hand so he was holding it firmly in his, sliding his other hand to her lower back as Elain placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m Lucien,” he said, his breath whispering across her face. He smelled like expensive sandalwood cologne and mint toothpaste. “What’s yours?”

“Elain,” she said, wincing when her voice came out breathy. She cleared her throat and looked down.

“Tell me, Elain, why were you dancing all alone for two hours?”

Elain snapped her head up. “What?”

A corner of Lucien’s mouth tilted up, his eyes glittering with amusement. “I would apologize for watching you dance, but you were such a delight that I can’t find it in myself to feel shame.”

“I…what?” Heat rose on Elain’s face, flustered by the intense look in Lucien’s eyes. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention. Once upon a time she had been one of the popular girls at school, but after her mother’s death and her family’s subsequent fall into hard times, she had become more withdrawn. At times she had wondered if Graysen even noticed she was there. She had often told herself she liked it that way, had liked not being the center of attention, but the way Lucien’s stare made her heart flutter was making her rethink that stance. 

Lucien smiled fully and Elain felt her breath catch. “I apologize if I’m coming on too strong,” he said. “I have to admit it’s been a very long time since I’ve dated and I’m a little bit rusty.”

“Oh?” Elain could keep the surprise from her tone. With a man as gorgeous as Lucien, she had expected him to be a player. 

Lucien’s smile dimmed a bit as he said, “I lost someone very dear to me and it’s taken a long time to even think about dating again.”

A pang went through Elain’s chest. “I’m so sorry.” She lowered her eyes to his chest as she continued. “I lost my mother over a decade ago and my father passed just last fall. I would like to say the pain diminishes over time, but I haven’t found that to be the case.”

When Lucien didn’t respond, Elain looked up. He peered down at her with a frown, confusion in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Elain said in a rush. “I didn’t mean to make it all about me.”

Lucien shook his head. “No. I appreciate you telling me. You’re just the first person who hasn’t told me it’ll get better with time.”

Elain nodded. “Yes, well, in my experience, the only people who say that are people who haven’t lost someone close to them.” She gently squeezed his hand. “But if it helps, the amount of space that pain takes up in your life does grow smaller as time goes on. The pain will never go away, but the amount of time you spend dwelling on it decreases.”

The song ended and the DJ switched back to EDM. Elain stepped back, but Lucien held her hand, preventing her from pulling away. 

“I know we just met,” he said, looking between her eyes, “but would you want to go somewhere quieter?”

A tingle went down her spine, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It was supremely stupid to go somewhere with a strange man when she didn’t know anything about him, but something told Elain this wasn’t your average chance meeting, that there was something special about Lucien.

She swallowed and nodded. “Let me just tell my sister.” She bit her lip. “And if you could leave your name and phone number with her, I would appreciate it.”

Lucien nodded, “Of course.”

Elain looked around until she spotted Feyre sitting in a corner, her travel water color set on the table in front of her. Elain smiled as she walked over. Leave it to Feyre to spend her night at a club painting. She looked up as Elain approached, surprise lighting up her eyes as she saw Lucien walking half a step behind Elain.

“Lucien?”

Elain turned, raising her eyebrows as shock registered on Lucien’s face. “Feyre?”

Feyre stood and walked over, giving Lucien a quick hug in greeting. 

“You two know each other?” Elain ask, looking between them. 

Feyre smiled, though there was bitterness at the edge of her eyes. “I met Lucien through Tamlin.”

Elain could only blink as she looked back at Lucien, reassessing whether she wanted to spend the evening with him. If he were friends with Tamlin, that definitely changed things. 

“Yes well, I haven’t spoken with Tamlin for years. Not since I refused to tell him where you went.”

Feyre’s now-husband, Rhysand, had helped Feyre finally get free from Tamlin several years ago after he had destroyed her art studio in a fit of rage.

Feyre’s eyes softened as she smiled. “I never did thank you for that.”

Lucien shrugged. “Friendship only extends so far, and I’m sorry to say I ignored too many red flags with Tamlin. If anything, I should apologize for not helping you sooner.”

Feyre grabbed Lucien’s hand and squeezed it. “But you helped when it mattered most.”

She let go of Lucien’s hand and looked over at Elain. “Do you two know each other?”

Elain shook her head, glancing at Lucien and now feeling the creep of embarrassment. “No, we met on the dance floor.” She cleared her throat. “We are leaving. I just wanted to tell you and have Lucien give you his name and phone number.”

Feyre’s eyebrows rose as she glanced between them both. “I see.”

Lucien tapped at his phone. “Is your number still the same?”

Feyre shook her head. “No I changed it.”

Elain looked away as Lucien and Feyre exchanged numbers, her face growing hotter by the moment. The two shots had worn off and her common sense had returned. It was one thing to do something stupid with a stranger, but knowing Lucien was an acquaintance somehow made it feel even stupider. What if Feyre judged her for wanting to leave with Lucien?

When they were finished, Feyre turned, giving Elain a hug. “I can see the doubt on your face. I’m fine with it. Lucien’s a good guy, but if you want to back out, I can say it makes me uncomfortable.”

Elain squeezed her sister as relief flooded through her. She did still feel a bit unsure, but not about Lucien. Only about doing something so out of character. “My only worry was that you would mind.”

Feyre pulled away and said soft enough to avoid Lucien hearing, “I’m happy if you’re happy.”

Elain nodded. Feyre smiled. “That settles it then.” She turned to Lucien, placing Elain’s hand in his. “I expect you to show her a good time, Lucien.” 

“Feyre!” Mortification hit Elain like a truck, her eyes widening at her sister’s statement.

Lucien laughed, squeezing Elain’s hand as he responded. “If I return her in a state less than perfect bliss, you have my permission to sic Rhysand and his minions on me.”

Feyre winked at Elain, speaking to Lucien. “I’ll hold you to that, Vanserra.” She made a shooing motion. “Now go on. The night is dwindling.”

Lucien bowed slightly, “If you insist.” He turned to Elain with a smile. “Shall we?”

Elain nodded, pressing a hand to her hot cheeks as Lucien pulled her behind him through the crowd. It was a relief when the cool night air hit Elain’s cheeks. Lucien gave his ticket to the valet and stood to the side, pulling Elain with him. 

Elain couldn’t look at him, still mortified by Feyre’s brazen statement. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t hoped this would ultimately lead to sex, but to say it so boldly…

“I hope you know, there’s no pressure to do anything tonight.”

Elain glanced over at Lucien, who was peering down at her with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. 

“It was just a joke,” he went on. “I didn’t ask you to come with me because I expect anything from you.”

The knot in Elain’s chest eased at his statement and she nodded. She cleared her throat, determined to be brave. “I-I was just taken aback.” She forced herself to hold eye contact as she continued, “But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for sex tonight.”

Lucien’s eyes widened slightly, his lips lightly parting as he sucked in a breath. He rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand, sending a burst of awareness up her arm. “So long as you’re sure,” he murmured, his voice hardly loud enough for her to hear. 

Elain’s eyes dropped to Lucien’s lips as she nodded. “I’m sure.”

Lucien’s throat bobbed as he nodded and turned to look toward the street. Elain also turned to wait for Lucien’s car. She smiled at how tense he was, feeling a surge of something new, perhaps pride, at rendering him speechless. 

When the valet arrived with Lucien’s car, Elain’s eyes widened. “You drive a Porsche?”

Lucien tipped the valet and then held open the car door, shrugging. “Sometimes.”

Elain blinked at that as she sat in the car. Lucien shut the door and jogged to the other side. When he was inside, she asked, “How many cars do you own?”

Lucien laughed lightly. “Too many for one person.” He glanced at her before pulling into traffic. The car moved like a dream. “I’m hardly a car collector, but three cars is still too many for one person.”

“Which others do you have?”

Elain was relieved to have a safe topic to gather her wits after so frankly admitting to what she wanted. She had never done that with Graysen. He had said he wanted her to be open about what she wanted, but the truth was she didn’t like speaking about it. It had always felt unladylike with Graysen. 

She wasn’t exactly a mouse in bed, she knew how to have a good time, but voicing her likes and dislikes had always felt too risky. What if Graysen had judged her. She firmly ignored the voice in her head that tried to say that that might have been the reason for Graysen’s cheating. She simply refused to take the blame for that.

And maybe in the end, Graysen had been right. She should ask for what she wanted. She was an adult, and even if her only experience came from Graysen, it wasn’t like she was didn’t know what she wanted. 

The drive went faster than she expected, the conversation flowing easily from one topic to the next. She was surprised when Lucien pulled into a parking garage attached to one of the most exclusive apartment buildings in the city. Only the wealthiest people lived here. 

She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised if Lucien had been friends with Tamlin. That man may have been an idiot but he had been a rich idiot.

Elain unbuckled her seatbelt and was surprised when the door opened and Lucien’s hand was there for her to grasp as she stood. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. She squeezed his hand when he made to let go, liking the warm feeling traveling up her arm at the contact. 

Now that they were here, and had been able to talk without awkwardness, Elain felt her hesitation melt away. Something about this felt right. 

Lucien smiled down at her and then turned to walk to an elevator at the end of the garage. Once inside, he used a key to press the button for one of the middle floors. Her surprise must have shown on her face because he chuckled. “I’m rich enough for the building, but not for the top floor penthouse.” 

Elain rolled her eyes at his wink, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Well, then we may have to rethink the whole thing. Here I was thinking you were filthy rich.”

Lucien’s eyes dropped to her lips and Elain’s stomach flipped. “Oh, I think I’m probably rich enough.”

Elain bit her lip and Lucien swallowed. They both jumped when the elevator pinged and the doors opened into a foyer. Lucien strode out of the elevator, pulling Elain along behind him. He stopped abruptly by the couch in the living room and turned toward Elain. She couldn’t help her smile at how flustered he looked. 

He cleared his throat. “Would you like a drink?”

Elain shook her head, her heart pounding as she looked Lucien in the eyes and said, “I want to have sex.”

As if her words had snapped the tether holding him back, Lucien tugged her forward, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he bent down and pressed his lips to hers.

A burst of awareness hit Elain as soon as Lucien’s lips touched hers, igniting a fire inside as she wound her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes. Lucien’s tongue swept into her mouth, his other hand traveling down her waist to cup her bottom. Elain couldn’t stop the light moan as he gently squeezed. 

She wound her fingers into his hair, scraping her nails down his scalp. Lucien moved his other hand down to her other side and lifted. Elain wound her arms  around his neck, gasping lightly as she brushed against the bulge in his pants. Lucien turned and started walking. Elain brushed against him again, gasping at how sensitive she was. She grasped his hair hard, rolling her hips and moaning into his mouth. 

Lucien spun abruptly, pressing her back against a wall as he moaned into her mouth. When she rolled her hips again, he squeezed her ass and wrenched his mouth free.

“If you keep doing that, then this will be over very fast,” Lucien said, his breath sawing in and out. 

Elain bit her lip as she stared into his eyes and rolled her hips again. Something mischievous glinted in Lucien’s eye as he grabbed her legs and unwound them from his waist, waiting for Elain’s feet to hit the floor before he whispered in her ear, “Misbehavior will be punished.” He brushed a finger down her side and back up, before reaching behind to grasp the zipper to her dress and pull it down. “I am going to enjoy the taste of you.” 

Elain shivered as the chill air hit her skin. She closed her eyes, hands grasping at nothing against the wall. Lucien pressed a kiss just below her ear, then her neck, sucking lighting as he slowly pulled her dress down until it fell to the floor, leaving her in her bra, underwear, and heels. 

He sank to his knees, kissing her belly as he traced a finger around the edge of her underwear, hooking his thumbs inside and pulling down. Elain stepped out of the underwear and dress, both of which Lucien tossed to the side before spreading her legs. He sucked in a breath when he ran his finger through her and found her dripping wet, looking up at her as he licked his fingers. 

Elain bit her lip against a moan when he held her eyes and lowered his head toward her clit. She closed her eyes, her head falling back against the wall when he licked once before sucking her clit into his mouth. Her knees felt weak. 

Graysen had almost never done this, saying oral grossed him out, although he never seemed to have a problem asking her for a blow job. Lucien, however, was acting like sucking on her clit was his favorite activity. He moaned against her, heightening her already soaring pleasure. Her nails scratched against the wall as she scrabbled for something, anything to hold on to. 

She pressed the heel of her palm against her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her mouth, but she snapped her eyes open when Lucien pulled away, his hand closing around her wrist. 

“I want to hear you,” he said, his voice low, a pleading quality to it.

Elain felt herself flush, but nodded, her stomach flipping at Lucien’s smile. He placed her hand on her breast before letting go of her wrist. 

“Hang on,” he said, his eyes smoldering into hers as he lowered his head once again.

Elain gasped and squeezed her breast when Lucien once again swirled his tongue around her clit. Surprised by how good it felt, she brought her second hand up to squeeze her other breast as well, her legs going weak again as Lucien showed her no mercy, sucking and licking with abandon. His hands traveled up and down her calves and the backs of her thighs, his thumbs teasing her every time he reached the top. 

Elain’s body grew more and more tense as Lucien’s tongue worked it’s magic. She had never felt like this, had never had an orgasm build this intensely without breaking. She didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted, couldn’t seem to form the words to tell Lucien she needed him inside her. All she could do was roll her hips.

Lucien seemed to understand what she was asking, his finger circling her entrance, moaning at finding her so pliant. He moaned again when he thrust a finger inside and Elain broke, screaming as she came. Lucien caught her as her legs gave out and she slid against the wall.

He wrapped an arm around her back and one under her knees, standing and cradling her to his chest as Elain melted against him, still twitching as aftershocks hit her. She had never come that hard before, not even when she gave herself an orgasm. 

Lucien strode to the bedroom and set her down on the bed, planking above her and brushing away a strand of hair as he looked between her eyes. “Okay?”

Elain bit her lip against a smile and nodded. “Better than okay.”

Lucien smiled and then lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue sweeping back inside as he lazily kissed her, over and over. Elain scratched her nails through his hair, grasping lightly at the hair on the base of his neck as Lucien continued lazy assault on her mouth. 

Elain loved kissing. It had always been her favorite part about sex because it was the only time Graysen would spend any amount of time kissing her. She loved the intimacy involved with kissing, the way it could be both sexy and sweet. Graysen had always claimed it wound him up so much, so she knew that kissing him meant they would have sex. And she had thought she didn’t mind, but now thinking back, she wished she had voiced her feelings more, had told Graysen she didn’t always want to have sex when she kissed. 

Something must have changed in her energy, because Lucien pulled back, concern in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

Elain closed her eyes a moment, shaking her head to clear away the residual thoughts of Graysen. She opened her eyes and smiled. “I’m wonderful.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her. “Are you having second thoughts? Because it’s fine if you are.”

Elain shook her head. “Not at all.”

Lucien looked at her a moment longer and then sat back on his knees. “Something feels off. I mean it. We can stop now. I won’t be angry if you aren’t feeling it.”

Elain cringed, shaking her head. “That is definitely not it. I am very much feeling it.” She rubbed her forehead, hoping she didn’t completely ruin her chances with Lucien when she made her next statement. “I just…was thinking of how different you are to my ex.”

Lucien blinked at her a moment. Elain grasped his wrist in an attempt to stop him from leaving even though he was frozen. “I mean that in the best way possible.” Her desperation to make him understand so that he didn’t pull away completely overrode any anxiety she might have felt over being so open. “You’ve made me realize how little he ever gave me, how I shouldn’t have accepted it.”

Lucien frowned down at her. “What do you mean?”

Elain swallowed, tracing her thumb back and forth across Lucien’s wrist. “He never—that is he rarely—he didn’t like—” Elain closed her eyes and inhaled, trying to compose herself. “He never liked oral sex.” She opened her eyes. “Or kissing.” She sighed. “Or more exactly, kissing that didn’t immediately lead to sex. But you…” She didn’t try to stop her smile as she said, “You kiss like you enjoy it.” She looked down, flushing more as she added, “Enjoy me.”

After several silent moments, she looked up to see Lucien frowning down at her. She opened her mouth to say…something, but before she could Lucien said, “Your ex sounds like an asshole.”

Elain laughed. “He definitely was. I just wish I had realized it before he cheated on me.”

Lucien’s eyes bugged out. “He cheated. On you?” He shook his head, and Elain’s chest warmed at the look of utter disbelief and rage on Lucien’s face. “So he’s a moron and an asshole.”

Lucien glared down at her, though his eyes were distant, as though it weren’t her he was glaring at. Before she had time to process it, Lucien leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He peppered kisses along her jaw, sucking her earlobe into his mouth for a moment before he said, low in her ear, “We will not be having sex tonight unless or until you beg me. I want to hear every noise you make. I want to hear you scream. And if what I do doesn’t make you scream, I want you to tell me what I’m doing wrong. Because if the hall is any indication, there is a hellcat trapped inside of you, and she deserves to be free. Your ex didn’t deserve to lick your shoes, let alone make you feel like you need to hide yourself.” He pulled back to capture her eyes, his fingers tracing along her hairline. “Okay?”

Elain nodded, her heart skipping a beat at the look in Lucien’s eyes. “Okay.”

“I mean it.” Lucien looked between her eyes. “Please tell me what you want.” 

“I want you to kiss me,” Elain said, her eyes dropping to his lips. “I want you to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”

Elain had expected Lucien to kiss her fiercely, but instead, he slowly lowered his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly. He lifted his head, tilting it before capturing her lips again. Elain wound her arms around his neck, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her legs around his waist. 

Lucien seemed content to keep kissing her close-mouthed until Elain licked along the seam of his lips. Only then did he sweep his tongue in, and it occurred to Elain that he was making her take the lead. She shoved aside the anxiety that threatened to rear its ugly head, determined to just feel and enjoy without thinking. Lucien had told her he wanted her to let him know what she wanted, so she was going to.

She didn’t know how long they lay kissing, but Lucien did exactly what she had asked: he kissed the breath from her lungs. Eventually, she pulled away, gasping, her whole body on fire. “I need more.”

Lucien kissed along her jaw and down her neck. “Where do you need more?”

Elain grasped his hair when he lightly bit the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “Everywhere.”

Lucien hummed. “You need to be more specific.”

She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on her breast. “Here. I need you here.” He gently squeezed before pulling the cup of her bra down and wrapping his lips around her nipple. Elain squeezed her hands tightly into his hair, her back arching as he sucked, his other hand pulling down the opposite cup and pinching the nipple.

Elain tried to writhe, but was pleasantly pinned by Lucien’s weight on her. Just when she was about to demand he switch sides, he popped off one breast and moved to suck her other nipple inside his mouth. The cool air hit her wet nipple, sending a shiver up her spine. Lucien pinched her at the same time he sucked her other, sending a burst of awareness straight to her clit. She moaned loudly and Lucien smiled against her. 

“Touch me,” she moaned.

“I am touching you.” 

Elain laughed at Lucien’s mischievous tone. “I need you to touch my clit.” Her face warmed at being so frank, but all embarrassment was gone the moment Lucien’s finger circled her, moving in time with his tongue on her breast.

Her hips rolled of their own accord as her muscles wound tighter and tighter. She felt empty and scrambled to catch her breath as a second orgasm neared. “I need—I need—” before she could get the words out, the cord tethering her to the world snapped and she was screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

Lucien pulled his hand away as he leaned up to kiss her, as if he had read her mind, had known she wanted to be kissed as she came down from such intense pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, squeezing her legs and gasping as his erection pressed against her. 

She only realized then that Lucien was still fully clothed. She’d had two orgasms and he hadn’t removed a single article of clothing. She pulled away, breathing heavily as Lucien licked and sucked his way down the column of her throat. 

“I need you to take over,” she said, her voice breathy. “I need you inside me.”

“I didn’t hear you,” he said against her neck. “Could you repeat that?”

Before she had time to think it through, Elain grasped Lucien’s hair and pulled him away from her, glaring playfully into his eyes as she said, “I want you to take over and fuck me.”

She bit her lip against her crude language, but Lucien’s eyes sparkled as he smirked at her. “If that’s what you want.”

She nodded. “That’s what I want.”

Before she had time to think, Lucien sat back, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He held her gaze as he unbuttoned his pants, climbing off the bed only long enough to shuck off the rest of his clothes in one go before getting back on the bed. 

Elain yelped when Lucien flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up. She pressed her forehead into the bed, closing her eyes so she could simply feel.

“Hang on.”

Elain fisted the sheets on either side of her head, gasping when Lucien slid inside, her previous orgasms making her body just plaint enough that the stretch pulled a moan out of her as she grasped harder at the sheets. 

“Are you ok?” Lucien’s voice was strained, his fingers digging into her hips as he held himself still. 

Elain only barely had the wherewithal to nod her head, pushing back in an attempt to chase the friction she needed. Lucien began moving and Elain curled her toes as Lucien set a punishing pace, moaning into the mattress as her already overstimulated body barreled toward a third orgasm. 

Time lost all meaning as Elain closed her eyes, her entire focus on the sensation of Lucien inside her. Sex had never been like this, never this good, never this intense, never this long. She certainly had never come more than once. If she had known what her sex life could have been like, perhaps she would have been the one to leave Graysen instead of the other way around. 

She opened her eyes as her body tightened, tightened, tightened, threatening to be the hardest orgasm of her life. Her legs began shaking and she wasn’t certain she could have stayed upright if Lucien hadn’t had a death grip on her hips. 

“God, Elain—” he choked out.

Her name was a plea on his lips, and the sound of it sent her careening over the edge, her orgasm breaking hard. Her entire body felt electrified, her vision going white as she screamed. 

She hardly registered Lucien’s own scream before he fell on top of her, pressing her into the bed. Almost immediately, Lucien rolled to the side, pulling her back against his chest as he gasped for air. Elain could hardly move, her body still twitching in aftershocks as Lucien pressed kisses into her hair, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. 

Elain wrapped her hands around the arm banded across her chest, closing her eyes as she tried to remember her name. 

They laid there for so long that Elain shivered against the chill air of the apartment. Lucien let go of her just long enough to reach behind him and toss his comforter over both of them. 

Elain sighed, snuggling down into the blanket as Lucien ran his hand lightly up and down her side before settling his hand on her hip. Before she could wonder what she should say now, she drifted to sleep.

*****

It took a few moments for Elain to gather her bearings when she woke up. For one terrifying moment, she thought it was Graysen behind her and she tensed, ready to leap from the bed. A moment later, however, the events of the previous evening came back and she relaxed. 

Lucien breathed softly, his breath tickling her ear, his hand still resting on her hip. Nature called, so Elain carefully extracted herself from Lucien’s grasp, careful to move slowly so as not to wake him. 

She padded softly to the adjoining bathroom. When she was done, she glanced around, noting the expensive stone counter and enormous shower. She tiptoed back into the darkened room and walked softly to the bedroom door in search of her underwear and dress. 

Elain was surprised to realize the sun had risen, the light momentarily blinding her as she shut the door. She flushed pleasantly, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth when she spotted her dress crumpled in the hallway, her underwear tossed a few feet away. She slid both back on and then headed toward the kitchen. 

She briefly considered simply leaving, but after the night Lucien had given her, she felt the least she could do was make breakfast. She was really more of a baker than a cook, but she could make scrambled eggs and toast well enough. 

When she found the ingredients, she began cracking eggs into a bowl. when she turned to search for a skillet, sunlight glinted off of something, nearly blinding her. She closed the cabinet and stood, walking over to see what had caught the light. 

The hair on her arms and the back of her neck rose as she peered down at the side table and saw a gold bracelet. 

It couldn’t be…

She reached down with shaking hands to pick it up, covering her mouth when she turned it over and saw the inscription on the inside.

To the love of my life

“Good morning.” Lucien smiled as he exited the bedroom. When Elain turned to stare at him with wide eyes, his smile dropped, replaced with a look of concern. “Is something the matter?”

“Where did you get this?” Elain’s voice sounded hollow to her ears. 

Lucien walked closer, peering at the bracelet in her hand. “Ah. I found it years ago on a lake shore.” He looked between her and the bracelet. “Why?”

Elain swallowed and then traced the lettering on the inside. “I lost this a decade ago.”

Lucien tensed, looking rapidly between the bracelet and Elain. “What?”

Elain looked up, unable to keep the tears from filling her eyes. “It was my mother’s. It…I lost it while I was swimming in a lake in high school. She—” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “She passed when I was younger and this was the last thing I had that hadn’t been sold to pay bills after her death.” She looked back down at the bracelet. “I never thought I’d see it again.”

When Lucien made no comment, Elain looked back at him, shocked at the haunted look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times before saying, “I went to a lake six years ago on the—” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, “on the anniversary of my fiance’s death.”

Elain’s heart cracked at the pain on Lucien’s face. He caught her eyes and continued. “I was sitting on the shore and it sparkled in the sun.” He reached out to run a finger along the inscription. “It felt like a message from Jesminda, like I was meant to find it.” It was Lucien’s turn to trace the inscription inside the bracelet. “It felt like her last goodbye to me.” 

He pulled his hand back and looked at Elain. There was a ringing in her ears. It seemed crazy to suggest that perhaps they had been fated to meet, but…

She looked back at the bracelet as the odds of meeting the very person who had found her mother’s bracelet clanged around her now empty head. 

“Perhaps I was meant to give it back to you,” Lucien said, closing Elain’s fingers around the bracelet.

Elain, the previous evening fresh on her mind, looked up at Lucien, “Or perhaps we were meant to meet. Perhaps—” she opened her hand and looked down. 

To the love of my life

It felt too grand to say they were fated to be together, not after just meeting the night before. He would surely think her silly if she said such a thing.

“Perhaps this is the universe telling us something.”

Elain looked up at Lucien, the wonder in his eyes matching the emotion choking her up. 

“It does feel a bit like our fates are intertwined,” he went on. He cleared his throat. Elain smiled as his cheeks reddened. “Not to put too fine a point on it.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Elain said.

Lucien’s mouth pulled to the side. “So what does this mean? What do we do now?”

Elain slid the bracelet on her wrist, making a mental note to take it to have it sized smaller, and held out her hand. “Right now, we go eat breakfast.”

Lucien smiled and her heart skipped a beat when he slid his hand into hers and nodded. “Breakfast it is. We can figure out the rest later.”

Elain returned his smile and tugged him back toward the kitchen. “Exactly. We have plenty of time to figure things out, but for now let’s eat.”

[mrgriffiths]

A request for what would it be like for a fem reader to be stalked by Terry Silver.

Thankyou.

I'm so sorry for taking this long! Only a month late O_O

𝕾𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝕾𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯

<<𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜>>

- Mr. Silver had been associated with all kinds of people throughout the decades. He's seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. Ultimately, everyone just became a means to an end. So, for a lady to catch his attention? It would have to be someone who is different than what he's used to... even in the slightest way.

- In the 80s, he's a playboy. Always seen with models or with women who have a million dollars to their name or two in the upper crust society. The kind that he'd flaunt around with the intention of showing off his status. These conquests wouldn't last more than a few weeks. He gets a rush out of just seeing the paparazzi in a craze to get the latest scoop on him all while he is fully in control about what gets let out to the eye of the public, even the 'leaked photos'. Everyone is merely a puppet in his world, and it gets him cackling at the very thought of it.

- But that's not all. Hell, it's the tip of the iceberg for Terry. He'd indulge in the mediocre bar dancers and hookers from the dingy parts of LA and likely all over the world too, the man's got to travel for business and he's got to keep himself entertained while he's at it! Women would practically fall at his feet just for a chance, a billionaire with looks and charm that could put the best models and actors to shame.

- So I'd imagine that the kind of lady that would catch the eye of Terry Silver would be someone who he'd seen whilst pretending to be a commoner, a broke karate instructor who's got a blue pick up truck that isn't in good shape. A random woman who works or lives in the area, just a few blocks away from the dojo. Probably isn't one to be seen as a fast or pretentious like himself. One who would generally be described as sweet and humble but would stand her ground if she's pushed too far. I think he'd like the challenge of molding someone to his liking while they have a fighting spirit in them. Makes things a whole lot more interesting.

- It would start off small. Him keeping an eye on you every day, memorizing your daily times of leaving for work in the morning and returning home. The route that you take, whether you walk, take the bus, or travel using your own vehicle, that would most likely be of the same value of his blue pick-up truck. The people that you interact with on the way.

- He'd hire a team of private investigators to get every bit of information about you after you seem to be stuck in his head even while he's coked out in the sauna. 'Nothings for free' there's a price that you will have to pay for occupying the thoughts of Terry Silver, borderline obsession sinking in.Your past, your family heritage, everything right down to your passport and social security number. Any past lovers and their history, too. If you happened to have a lover at the time, they'd swiftly be removed from the picture. He's all about the extremes, and no one will get in the way of him getting what belongs to him.

- Whilst you're away from home, he'd enter with the spare key that he'd seen you put under the small pot plant near the door although a mere door lock isn't something that would be hard for him to pick. Your apartment is small but clearly lived in. He'd have a look at everything you keep around, your drawers and shelves memorizing your interests. Your wardrobe and accessories will definitely get an upgrade in his home. He probably keeps something of yours for himself as a momento of you, your scent lingering on it. You seem to have not found one of your underwear in your laundry this week. That's strange...

- He'd come by and hide in the dead of the night to watch you in your natural state. Your mannerisms and what makes you feel relaxed. The type of shows you watch, the food you cook and whatever else you like to do in your spare time, your hobbies. He'd provide you with it all and more when the time comes. You'd get the weird feeling of having eyes on you, yet everything seems to be normal, and everything around is still in place. Nothing out of the ordinary. He'd even follow you to work and at the spots you chose to spend your leisure time at. Watching who you confide in and who you wouldn't associate with.

- After days, maybe even weeks of stalking his prey, Terry might come over and introduce himself to you. Just taking a walk on the street and offers to help you with the groceries one day. "Hey, need a hand with that?" All smiles and very friendly. He'd pick up the conversation easily with you coming off as innocent as possible. "Terry Silver, nice to meet you! I actually run the dojo a few blocks ahead." He'd tell you whilst offering a handshake after setting your groceries on the kitchen counter..

- That night whilst getting a good soak in the tub, he'd be on a call with John absolutely cackling about it all and going over the details of his plans for you. "Oh yeah! I'm just getting started, John!"

- Present day Terry Silver has a much different style and approach to this kind of situation. His playboy reputation all cleaned up, and the CEO of Dynatox Industries, who used to illegally dump nuclear waste, is now seen as someone who is an environmentalist more than anything. He's sober, has been to therapy, and is now associated with 'like-minded 'people. Yet everyone is still a means to an end, and he's just wearing a mask in front of these people. They don't know him the way they think they do, nothing of his time in 'Nam and certainly nothing about his old-time friend Captain John Kreese..

- It isn't likely that a woman from the upper crust would get his attention this time around either. All of these people are around him because of his money and reputation anyway.. if anything, they would end up just like Cheyenne Hamidi. In this case, it's likely that the woman who catches his eye would be someone who works for him or maybe comes around to one of his dojos. After observing you for a while during the class and afterward in his office through the many cameras installed in the dojo, he'd come to the decision that you are going to be his. There's definitely a fire in you if you have the guts to try out something like martial arts even if you don't know what it is that you're getting yourself into..

- He'd take full advantage of the presence of technology these days and find out everything he needs to know about you. Stalking your social media accounts and using all means possible to get information on you. Again, he'd have everything on you down to the very last detail. No lover or potential lovers will get in the way either. All of that will be taken care of.

- He's more direct in his approach this time, he'd come off as the sensei who's intimidating during training with the most piercing eyes in the room, but the most humble and understanding man outside of it all. He'd make you feel like you could trust him and confide in him whenever you needed to. He'd easily gaslight you into the entire situation, making it seem like it was you the whole time, and he'd be downright successful.

- He'd talk you into telling him everything about you in the shortest amount of time and have you invite him over to your home with ease. He's an old man, he doesn't have all the time in the world to play these games like back in the 80s as much as he liked the chase he would likely speed up the process tenfold. He'd have a look around your home whilst you're in the kitchen or bathroom, and he'd memorize it all. Not a sound would be heard from him. For a man as big as him, he's the quietest. You'd often get spooked by his sudden presence around you.

- You'd find yourself running into him a lot these days, but you couldn't put anything past a coincidence. After all, he's the nicest person you've come across. He's probably got your phone taped while you were non the wiser. Everything you do would ultimately be in his control without him even moving past the facade of friendship with you. Your friends and family start to get distant, but Terry is always there whenever you need it... Once a snake has you secure in its coil, there's no escape other than that of death..

[iforimaginary]

May I entice the masses with the concept of a Will Wood Jukebox Musical?

Around a month ago me and a good friend of mine were listening to Will Wood’s discography and they offhandedly threw “Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a Mama Mia equivalent with his songs?” into the air.

This thought stuck with me for a while until I found myself incredibly bored during a 3 hour-long road trip and decided to kill some time.

Preface aside, I present…

[ Welcome To Suburbia The Musical ]

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Brochure Designs:

Narrative Summary:

A young couple attempt to escape the hardships of life by moving to a far-off picture-perfect town known by locals as ‘Suburbia’. Despite it’s shining appearance, the couple are troubled by unsettling peculiarities bursting at the suburb’s seams- but what’s a village without a little cooky culture?

Character Breakdown:

• James Campbell - An alcohol-dependent horror writer down on his publishing luck.

• Dai Lu Lee - A doctor specialising in the care of farm animals with an unfortunate talent for disappointing her parents.

• Cassie Logan - James & Dai Lu’s next door neighbour with an unsettling sense of humour.

• Morgan Logan - Cassie’s reserved wife working as a forensic investigator for the local PD with a predisposition to bad first impressions.

• Lin Lee - Dai Lu’s headstrong traditional father.

• Ming Lee - Dai Lu’s passive narcissistic mother.

• Mayor - Confident and charismatic front man of Suburbia with a messy past who’s always ready to offer a helping hand.

• Barkeeper - Eccentric and off-putting owner of a local bar that appears to be a front for a darker business.

• Therapist - Patient woman tending to Dai Lu’s psychiatrical and psychological needs.

• Secretary (Non-singing ensemble role) - Nerdy and shy assistant of The Mayor who is desperately enamoured, head-over-heels for her employer.

Act Synopses:

[Act 1]

James and Dai Lu, freshly engaged and already exhausted from life’s baggage, strike a ‘too-good-to-be-true’ deal on a down payment for a quaint home in the unmarked town of Suburbia. After being warmly welcomed by the ever so charming Mayor and their next door neighbours Cassie and Morgan, the couple begin to unwillingly face some of their fatal flaws as Dai Lu is forced to stare her regretful decision making right in its ugly face.

[Act 2]

James may recognise his now hard-to-hide attachment to alcohol, but he is far from apologetic about it. Frequenting a newly discovered bar on the outskirts of town results in his fiancée finding herself in a rather unusual predicament. Forced to work for a sleazy underground cabaret bar, she preforms a number detailing The Mayor’s dark and unfortunate past. All the while, The Mayor himself is trying to seduce her partner into a life overflowing with sin and dubious spiritual ties. Upon being reunited through the brilliant detective work of Morgan, the couple have yet another handful of complicated feelings to sort through.

[Act 3]

Decades of pious work from The Mayor’s hands finally come to a head as he no longer attempts to hide his servitude to a being he was never quite sure how to please. The town descends into uncertain insanity as every individual is consumed by their corrosive and abandoned insecurities. Dai Lu never quite moves past her disagreements with her parents, James never quite makes peace with being an utterly unremarkable writer and Morgan never quite solves the case that’s been scratching at the back of her mind for years. All those lives are, however, lost in vain as The Mayor misinterprets his Patron’s asks. The town of Suburbia stands desolate, bare, and belonging to a man who’s greatest desire is to be rid of it’s burden.

Songs By Act:

(Act 1)

Suburbia Overture (Mayor, Ensemble)

The Main Character (James)

Marsha… (Lee Family)

Against The Kitchen Floor (James)

Momento Mori… (Morgan)

Well, Better Than… (Dai Lu)

(Act 2)

The First Step (James)

Willard! (Mayor)

Front Street (Barkeeper, Ensemble)

Venetian Blind Man (Dai Lu)

Black Box Warrior (Therapist)

Your Body, My Temple (Mayor, Ensemble)

Sex, Drugs, Rock’n’Roll (James)

Cover This Song (Cassie)

Outliers (Mayor)

Love Me, Normally (James)

(Act 3)

Vampire Culture [S.O. Reprise] (Mayor, Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Lapce’s Angel (Mayor)

Hand Me My Shovel (Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Dr Sunshine (Dai Lu, Ensemble)

Cotard’s Solution (James, Ensemble)

Song With Five Names (Mayor, Ensemble)

2012 (James, Dai Lu, Mayor, Ensemble)

Naturally there is a much larger and in depth plot summary, thought-out blocking for musical numbers and some in progress character designs that I have crammed into my Master Doc for this behemoth of an original work.

Keep in mind this concept is far from finalised, more characters may be added and more songs might be written into the narrative.

I’d be more than happy to go more in detail about it and accept any form of suggestions or feedback if the users of Tumblr happen to find this interesting :)

In the mean time, if you find yourself interested in this work and would like to listen to the songs in chronological order I have compiled a playlist you can find bellow… ↓↓↓

[moonlight-prose]

💌I’ve been thinking about this for so long but I genuinely think that jake lockley would stop mid blowjob to put a pillow down for ur knees

You should say it cause you're absolutely right.

Because what if it's one of those nights where you're uninhibited with it. What if it's sloppy and the sounds echo through the living room and Jake can't tell up from down because you're doing something with your tongue that has him holding on for dear life. And he knows he's five seconds from cumming down your throat so hard he'll see stars.

But then you wince. Only slightly, barely noticeable if it were any other man. Although you shouldn't be surprised - Jake's not like any other man.

He's cupping the back of your head, a moan blooming in the base of his throat that's wet and raspy and deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. You try to double down on your efforts, spit trailing down your chin, but he's...pulling you off.

"Un momento mi vida," he mumbles, thumb running along your cheek (to spread his precum and your spit) in a gentle movement, as he leans down.

"Did I do something?"

He's quick to silence that notion with a kiss. One that has you whimpering into his mouth, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants that were stuck at his thighs. You barely notice that he's lifting your leg. A soft cushion getting shoved beneath your knees. It's warm from where it was behind his back, plush against your skin, and the ache you hadn't noticed before suddenly disappears.

"Better?"

You nod, eyes love-struck and glazed, and Jake has to bite back the urge to take you on the floor.

ignore me. the horny took the fuck over.

[woso-dreamzzz]

heres half the next part of the horrid injured bambi's version!!!

“Hola Jaume.” Bambi could feel her voice shake as she spoke into the phone. Sure she didn't speak to Alexia or Olga but she did talk to her brother on occasions ,like birthdays and christmas , or when the other needed just someone to talk to. Yes Alexia lost Bambi as a daughter doesn't mean Jaume lost his sister.

“What's up with you? You sound off,” Bambi can hear the sounds of what sounds like a kitchen in the background, Jaume awkwardly shuffling, the gas hob turnt on, a few curses here and there. 

“Yo swap to facetime?” Jaume had never seen Bambi upset, sure he's seen her emotional, the time he was visiting her and James took his first steps or the time Olivia babeled his name but he's never seen her cry. When she accepts the facetime request he's shocked. Bambi Clinton was crying but not only crying but sobbing.

But she was silent?

Jaume was horrified by the sight of Bambi. The woman sobbing into her sleeve, barely being able to catch her breath. The only indication she was crying was the free flowing tears. 

“Woah bambi que necesito respirar si us plau respira. On és tothom? On és Gràcia? On són els nens?”

“James… hospital…arm…inside.” The woman blubber she can feel her chest get tight 

“Bambi respira així d'accord?” he quickly places his phone on the counter leaning against Olgas purse and amplifies his chest movements “Igual que aquella Bambi”

As Bambi gulps in air she starts to remember the small details she's in her car: the seat itches the back of her thighs, the joints in her fingers feel stuck she realised how quiet it was. “Español No puedo imaginar la idea del catalán en este momento …” Bambi pants.

Jaume sees his sisters head fall on the steering wheel and a deep sigh leaves her lips “Por supuesto, hermana. Ahora bien, ¿qué pasó?”

“James se rompió el brazo. ¿No es agradable que el hueso sobresale? todavía está en la piel, pero como” she points her two pointer fingers together to make a triangle  to show the angle of James’ bones.” We just pulled into the hospital and it's the one where I had Liv. You would think I'm over it but I'm not, I still feel it, I still feel their hands, I still feel the blade, I still feel her being pulled out. The worst part of all Alexias hands I feel the most is her hands are the heaviest. It's been 11 years since I've had Liv and even longer since we were in the hospital and I still feel her hands all over me.” Bambi mumbles ashamed she lifts her head up and down again 

“Wait bambi gi-” 

Jaume quickly turned of the hob that had started to boil over and move it to a cooler part of the oven top

“Right go again i almost burnt down my house” he lets out a cheeky laugh and quickly picks up the phone to show his sister. 

“You really are your mothers son.” Bambi laughs an actual laugh that lets out a few happy tears, as her eyes capture a photo of Jaume and Alexia on the wall, it's off her contract extension from around 2024 its him on her hip and alexia looks genuinely happy, happier than she looked in any picture with bambi, why couldn't alexia just love her?

“Yeah well you're also mami’s daughter. So what does that say about you?” Jaume could not stop the sentence from falling from his lips; he felt the panic bubble inside him, the same panic that had once settled in Bambi but instead of hanging up Bambi was quick to add her own comment.

“I mean i dont abandon my fucking kids so?” Bambi finishes and hangs up; she feels something boil inside of her anger? Resentment? Pain? Longing? She can feel her phone vibrate most likely Jaume calling her back, that was one of Jaumes traits he must have the last word, the last one to say bye on a phone call or leaving the house, even in an argument he always must have the last word. 

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“Mum? Where's Mami?” Olivia asks sweetly holding a diet coke in her hands and occasionaly rolling it over her forehead in the July heat, Grace looks over to the girl and just can see the spit of her grandfather but also seeing the hints of the woman her wife tries to forget, it was some twisted fate really Bambi having to give birth to the daughter Alexia wanted, Alexia deserved.

“Isnt she with you sweetheart? I swear I saw her walk in with you?” Grace questions holding her own diet coke, “did she not go on a walk with Abuelo?” 

“No silly mum, Abuelo went for a walk to call Abuela and asked you to get her but you were with James but you were fussing over him so you might have forgotten? But that's okay mami always says us children come first.” Olivia replies by taking small sips from her coke after finally cracking it open.

“Shit” grace whispers her eyes quickly flashing down to her apple watch to check the time theyd been there 25 minutes and no one had realised Bambi wasnt here. Quickly Grace types into her watch 

Mi amor, where are you? We are looking for you. Xxx

Not even a minute later Bambi replies;

I was just in the car called Jaume, told him what happened and had a little chat Xxx

I've been rereading this a little bit and I'm just thinking about things:

Bambi being Bambi Clinton? Definitely. Bambi's gone from Bambi Putellas to Bambi Putellas-Hermoso to Bambi Clinton.

And then her having a near panic attack and rejecting Catalan during it. Thinking about how Bambi's kids don't speak Catalan, not really anyway because Bambi's always prioritised their Spanish and their English over it.

Also Jaume propping his phone up on Olga's purse either means he's still living at home with his mums or they're visiting him and are potentially still in his house.

Bambi having medical trauma as a child and then having medical trauma during an emergency c-section with Livy.

Jaume being peak little brother energy and accidentally putting his foot in his mouth and not thinking before speaking.

Olivia being the epitome of what Alexia once fantasised Bambi would be and Bambi being her mother is peak gut-wrenching but still her insistence that the kids always come first

[acheronist]

Wait what do you mean Henry didn't write the Open C poem

ok well i'm no handwriting expert, i'm just a freak who has been spending most of a year staring at henry's handwriting.......

here's some examples of script that i am confident henry wrote

it's very flourish-y script, and i find it to be very compact and decorative? and scrawled down a bit quickly? also he loved adding loopy curly bits onto letters that didn't necessarily need it, and he's also really bad at estimating how much space words take up on the page and always kind of crams information in there despite awkward or limited space on the page

and here's the open c poem. i think its a much lighter, neater cursive script. it's also much more neatly and carefully organized on the page. admittedly i think there are a lot of similarities to the strokes and motions henry uses in HIS letters, but there's also enough differences that i think the second author must have been the one to write it, and i think tom "illiterate in his mid 40s" armitage probably was like... embarrassed, perhaps? at the lack of having that skill? and realized oh my old friend who's favorite hobby is writing backwards is stuck here as well, he probably wouldn't judge me too bad if I asked for his help teaching me while we're stuck in the ice for years and years. maybe it was something they worked on a lot in their spare time. maybe this was the most complete page tom wrote and henry was proud of him and that's why it got kept safe in henry's wallet. maybe tom was the one who kept it and added it into the wallet after henry died as a momento of Before Things Got Fucking Dire, which is very similar to leanne shapton's theories about the wallet!!!

but yeah anyways..... in my unprofessional opinion, the poem probably should stop being so widely attributed to henry peglar himself because i don't think the handwriting actually matches his? and last I checked lead poisoning and scurvy doesn't make you suddenly change the way you've been writing for your whole life...... make of this what you will though lmao

[artdcnaldson]

“Patrick is wearing it like a trophy :((( and Patrick kind of is but that’s not the ONLY reason :(((“

Oh Oh Oh. Patrick keeping it as a momento of the event and as a trophy of being her first. Stuck between lovesick sap and perv

LITERALLYYYYY like it literally is a trophy for him </3 that and the tiny bit of blood that mixed with your arousal, made a ring around the base of his cock. Bc he’s so big and he could have prepped you all night and it still would’ve hurt and stretched and torn :(( and god like he didn’t want to hurt you but he can’t say he didn’t get off on that sight a little bit, the visual proof that he’d claimed your innocence.

But it’s also just so <3 you’d chosen him after years of saying that you wanted your first time to be with someone you cared about and trusted and loved. And fuck, he’s usually blasé about these things but it does feel like an honor, it is one. So maybe it’s also just his reminder that you want him, that you love him even if you haven’t said it verbally yet. <3

But yes. Patrick Zweig thee pervy loverboy of all time

[lipsyz]

STUCK IN THE MIDDLE

você (fem) × gunwook | livre para todos os públicos.

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Nos conhecemos naquela cafeteria de esquina onde não sabíamos se ela era famosa ou desconhecida, aliás, estava tão cheia naquele dia mas você me disse que não era assim e que talvez era uma data importante para o café então acreditei.

Tivemos que dividir mesa e fiquei em choque por isso, pensando por um lado foi até bom já que a conversa estava tão agradável.

Não imaginei que depois disso eu estaria em cima de um muro por você, alguns dizem que você está só me iludindo e outros dizem que você realmente sente algo por mim, em quem devo acreditar nessa história?

E saindo de sua boca nunca imaginei um "eu gosto de você" ou tão pouco "você tem a chave do meu coração" na verdade nunca imaginei saindo cafonice alguma, porém, você me impressionou ou melhor impressionou todos daquele baile.

Estou em cima de um muro com você.

Seria clichê demais falar que sua ex me da uns nervos? Você me disse que ela te odeia agora e não sente mais nada e eu não sinto isso, ela ainda sente algo e não é ódio ou sentimento de amizade. Isso me deixa furiosa, completamente furiosa.

Você me deixa em cima de um muro sempre.

Devo escutar o meu coração ou o meu cérebro? Meu coração diz para eu ir e meu cérebro diz que não, o que eu devo fazer?

E eu escutei meu coração. Um grande erro talvez.

Você foi como a luz, a faísca do escuro em minha vida até certo ponto e me deixa frustrada sabendo que te dei meu tudo e em troca recebi a incerteza de seus sentimentos.

Um nó se forma em minha garganta toda vez que recebo uma mensagem sua dizendo para darmos um tempo, você realmente tem certeza de seus sentimentos?

E novamente em cima de um muro, um muro infinito.

Talvez seja a hora de aceitarmos que não somos feitos um para outro como dizia, talvez somos a destruição um do outro... Ou você é a minha destruição.

Eu não quero mais estar em cima de um muro com você, Gunwook... Mas saiba que te amei em cada momento.

ass: ...

[monicalestrange3]

Hola guapa.

Vuelve a contar la historia de cuando te pillaron desnuda 🥴

Hahaha ok...

Necesitaba hacer una sesión fotográfica +18 para mis GojoFans de Kofi, así que prepare una en un Puff, normalmente estás sesiones las hago en el estudio fotográfico de mi universidad así que lo reserve para un día en específico para mí solita y mi mejor amiga, si, necesito ayuda para estás sesiones haha así que ese día llegamos normal, iniciamos la sesión, yo estaba desnuda normal posando, mi amiga ayudándome con la cámara cuando escuchamos que entraron 4-5 personas al estudio de la nada, fue tanto el susto que yo intente ponerme de pie lo mas rápido posible, mi pie se enredo con el puff y de alguna manera me cai al mismo tiempo que abria el puff y quede en el suelo con mis pompas hacia arriba y llena del relleno del puff, la cara de las personas era de muy que carajos estan haciendo estas dos mujeres hahaha mi amiga los sacó de inmediato.

Nos reímos demasiado, siempre recordamos eso hahaha al parecer la persona encargada del estudio fotográfico cometió un error y agendo dos grupos a la misma hora por eso tenían la llave de la entrada también. 😅 Desde ese momento ya muchas personas de la universidad se dieron cuenta que hacía contenido para adultos.

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* HI Cutie

Tell us again the story of the time you were seen naked at your university.

* hahahaha ok...

I needed to do a +18 photo shoot for my GojoFans of Kofi, so I prepared one in a Puff, normally I do these sessions in the photo studio of my university so I booked it for a specific day for me alone and my best friend, yes, I need help for these sessions haha so that day we arrived normal, we started the session, I was naked normal posing, my friend helping me with the camera when we heard that 4-5 people entered the studio out of nowhere, it was such a scare that I tried to stand up as fast as possible, my foot got tangled with the Puff and my foot got stuck in the Puff, my friend helping me with the camera when we heard 4-5 people entered the studio out of nowhere, I was so scared that I tried to stand up as fast as possible, my foot got tangled with the puff and somehow I fell down at the same time that I opened the puff and I was on the floor with my boobs up and full of the puff filling, the face of the people was like what the fuck are these two women doing hahaha my friend took them out immediately.

We laughed too much, we always remember that hahaha apparently the person in charge of the photo studio made a mistake and scheduled two groups at the same time that's why they had the key to the entrance too. 😅 From that moment on many people at the university realized that I was doing adult content.

[figureofdismay]

this is afaik an unpopular take (because it leaves you believing in a long, long period of knowing denial) but in a non 'actually they were involved all along' universe I think Mulder figured out his feelings for Scully extremely early on. Like around when Phoebe showed up. Or around when her father died and he wanted her to prioritize herself over the work and he was so devastated on her behalf, which indicates a telling level of emotional involvement.

What's more I think he realized somewhere around the end of season 1, to the beginnings of season 2 that Scully had feelings for him when she stuck by him even when they were officially separated. But he could also tell that she was not herself aware of those feelings so he didn't want to upset the apple cart, didn't feel he 'deserved' her love and devotion, and didn't feel at all equipped or like it was his place to approach the subject with her, she had to become conscious of her own feelings and he wanted her to choose for herself if she wants to do anything about it. Because of course he sees himself as a terrible risk that would be wrong to ask her to take without her first knowingly volunteering.

And then of course she's taken, and gone for 4 months, which cements both his awareness of how much he loves her and how much he's sure that getting tied even more closely to him is a risk she shouldn't take. Plus, Scully is much more withdrawn after her return, so he's not even sure what her feelings are anymore, if she still has the same self-blind unwitting love or if all she suffered through has changed or damped down what she felt for him before. He decides that him loving her and her maybe still loving him is this thing that's both too unreal and too burdensome to do anything about, especially because she's never said anything about it, so he makes peace with working together and living these separate but adjacent lives. Kind of a premature forfeit but of course he's dramatic like that.

Pretty straightforwardly, I believe she confronted her feelings when she thought she was dying, momento mori makes that pretty clear.

I think this works well as an explanation for the complicating factor in s5 (remember, Diana didn't show up until the very end of 5). Scully had her big feelings realization and wanted to act on it, but Mulder had already had 4 to 4 and a half years of coming to terms with yes we love each other, but she doesn't even want to see it and actually that's the sensible thing because the first time they tipped their hand about their closeness she got abducted, tortured, and sterilized, and the last time they tipped their hand -- the senate committee, contempt of congress thing -- 3 months later she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, which maybe was going to happen anyway because of the chip, but her timeline was different than the other survivors so the it would have felt Significant to Mulder, pro at magical thinking, so probably it's better those feelings go on a really high shelf where he can admire them from a safe distance. He's talked himself around to this abdication being an altruistic and even meditatively steadying state, instead of bleak and crushingly disappointing, so re-introducing Hope and Action and the pressure to react in a timely and coherent way to her emotionally decisive state, even though it's theoretically a Positive development! would be. Destabilizing.

[starrierskies]

do you have any creepypasta fic recommendations, I'm stuck on finding a good one, any character is fine

OOO ofc ofc I might actually do a separate post for this one, because I wanna make a proper list, but rn I'll just go off the top of my head.

Taken by RoverRose (JTK)

Laughter by LittleDreamer (LJ)

RAMPAGE by Cadie (JTK)

FORGET THE SUN by doll (JTK)

Betray and Degrade by slashy (VARIOUS)

Damnation by Momento Mori (TOBY)

A lot of these are darker fics so just be aware of the warnings, but I like these a lot and I'll add more when I get a chance. These can all be found on Quotev :)) xx

[damianbugs]

steph and bruce fic recs :0?

oh anon u have made my week with this request. my month. my year in fact. bruce and stephanie is a duo that is so special to me and i am not normal about them at all, and so of course i have only the best recs to give you. they are soooo complicated, but that's what makes them so interesting and so personal. i hope you enjoy these!

STEPH AND BRUCE FIC RECS ON AO3

Permutations and Hinterlands by cabezas_de_vaca

She and Bruce are complicated (not bad complicated, not wrong complicated, just complicated, because he isn’t her father and will never be her father and yet he sort of also is) but he cares. It gets lost sometimes, under the demands of Gotham, but it’s there. And so, she just asks him. “Do you want to go to Colorado with me?” Or: Bruce, Steph, and a road trip

MY NOTES: some very heavy but very good stephanie introspection, along with a great take on her relationship with bruce. also, who doesn't love a good road trip fic?

Have I Told You About Minnie by Hinn_Raven

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

MY NOTES: i am physically incapable of not recommending this fic regardless of the ask. it must be shared and it must be read. a real feel good and fun fic, bruce is so silly, and steph is so fun. lovely inclusion (without actually including) the other kids too!

I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee by audreycritter

Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce. They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.

MY NOTES: im fairly certain i have recommended this before on here, but i have also reread it at least ten times, so who's to judge. one of my favourite time travel fics, also one of my all time favourite bruce and stephanie fics. the end is especially my favourite since it develops a specific part of their dynamic that i really treasure. must read!

we’ll have a feast of all the things we love to eat by smallzita

The story has always gone like this: Batman exists because of guilt and purpose, but mostly guilt. The story is going like this: it's four-thirty in the afternoon and Bruce Wayne is wearing a dress.

MY NOTES: girl dad bruce. baby steph. as the author notes say 'Bruce Wayne being a foster parent can be something very personal actually.' what more do you want? what more is needed??!?!

it's just a question by Magpietrove4 🔒

this one doesn't have a summary, or any tags, but it might just be one of the best stephanie introspections i've read. the conversation with bruce really ties it all together. must read!

Under Armor Over Armor by LeantheBean

"Fridays don’t always go my way but someday I hope they’ll all be fine." In which, Stephanie Brown gets ready for patrol.

MY NOTES: ohhhh this one is so special to me. imagine me sobbing crying screaming as i say this. it's so melancholic and. yearnful. a wonderful thing that connects steph and bruce is also the thing they will never talk about with each other. so good.

to brighten up even your darkest knight by Nokomis

While filing Batman’s paperwork as punishment for an unfortunate incident with the Batmobile, Steph discovers a momento from an early Cluemaster takedown.

MY NOTES: this one is sooo cute and so sweet. i love when batman is batman.

boston market by almondrose

batman & robin enjoy a mid-patrol snack.

MY NOTES: this one is also so incredibly cute. until it isn't. tears in my eyes forever. have read it so many times because it is just so real. must read!