#british pie week

[murderousink23]

03/04/2024 is National Safety Day 🇮🇳, National Grammar Day 🇺🇸, National Hug a G.I. Day 🇺🇸, National Pound Cake Day 🇺🇸, Idaho Day 🇺🇸, British Pie Week 🥧🇬🇧

[theabigailthorn]

British producers be like: THEM: "We love this! Let us put our heads together and get back to you early next week!" SIX MONTHS LATER UNPAID INTERN FOR THAT COMPANY: "Everyone you spoke to has been sacked, we hate you fuck off."

American producers be like:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET: Hey kiddo do you wanna meet The Rock? Do you wanna meet Margot Robbie? Do you want to fuck my wife? I can't give you a job but gosh darn it you've got moxxy, let me put you in touch with Doug Bigcheese, the biggest producer in Hollywood! DOUG BIGCHEESE, EMAILING YOU BACK WITHIN 20 MINUTES: Hey kiddo, that guy said you're awesome! Lemme ask round town and in the meantime you can live in my house borrow my car and by the way have you met my wife?!

[theimpalatales]

Happy British Pie Week!

[expederest]

Whoopsie, another late entry into my "It's All About Me!" weekly Bake-Off bakes. This week was pastry week, and there was a double elimination 😮 But enough on that, here's what I made - a caramelized honey pumpkin pie! Ooooooooh! I feel like every time I make my own pastry, it's never enough to make a cute edging with. Are my imperial -> metric unit conversions a little off? Do I have unusually tall pie tins? We'll never know... Besides, it gives it a rustic look, so you know it's handmade!

[fieriframes]

[LIKE FRESH ROAST TURKEY, EVEN THEIR OWN VERSION OF A BRITISH SHEPHERD'S PIE. IN THE WINDOW! AND EACH DAY OF THE WEEK, THERE'S A DIFFERENT BLUE PLATE SPECIAL. I THINK WE'RE PRETTY UNIQUE, BECAUSE WE DO ACTUALLY SERVE IT ON A BLUE PLATE. SWEET!]

[austinbutlerslovers]

Just Between Us

Label Mature 18+

Summary Austin invites Callum Turner to stay at your place for the week, but as the days pass, you begin to suspect they have something planned that they aren’t telling you. Their teasing and lingering touches build tension until, on the final night, they reveal exactly what they’ve been planning all along —both of them want you at the same time.

🔗 Masterlist

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin +You + Callum • threesome• both focused on your pleasure •praising •sweet talk • good girl•being kissed by both • being passed between both • being used at the same time by both •fingering •clit play •nipple play • size kink • “Eiffel Tower” •oral on male • cum eating •P in V• simultaneous orgasms• cream pie •after care from both

RIP🐱 💦 Especially @aust-een @soft-mama-reads @psycheetamore @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @abswifey @unicoo

Just Between Us

The morning starts slow, just the way you like it. Sunlight filters through the curtains, golden and warm, stretching across the sheets as you stir awake.

The faint scent of coffee drifts from the kitchen, and when you finally push yourself out of bed, you find Austin already there, barefoot, hair still messy from sleep, an espresso in his hand as he leans lazily against the counter.

“Morning, beautiful,” he smiles, his eyes flicking up from his phone as you step into the kitchen. His voice is still heavy with sleep, rough in a way that makes your stomach flip.

You hum in response, stretching before making your way over to him. He sets his espresso down just in time to pull you against his chest pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “Sleep good?” he asks.

You nod against him, relishing the warmth of his body, the way his arms wrap securely around you. “Mmm, would’ve slept better if you stayed in bed longer,” you mumble, half teasing, half serious.

Austin grins, his lips brushing over your forehead. “I tried. But I figured I’d make breakfast instead.”

He gestures toward the counter, where he’s already set out eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.

Your smile up at him lovingly and he smirks. “Go sit,” he says, nudging you toward the stool by the counter. “I’ll make you an espresso.”

You obey, watching him move around the kitchen with practiced ease. The smell of coffee fills the space, mingling with the scent of fresh toast, and for a moment, everything feels perfect—easy, familiar, yours.

“Oh,” Austin says casually, pouring steamed milk into your espresso, the delicate swirl of foam rising to the top. “Callum’s staying for a week.”

Your fork pauses mid air, your eyes snapping to him in disbelief.

“Callum Turner?” you repeat, your voice rising slightly.

Austin smirks, setting the espresso in front of you. “Yeah. Callum Turner.”

Your brain runs wild. First of all, it’s Callum Turner: British, charming, and the embodiment of effortlessly cool. Second of all, it’s Callum Turner staying in your house for a week!

“How did this happen ?” you ask, setting your fork down.

Austin grins at your enthusiasm. “Few days ago. Said he wanted a place to stay that felt more comfortable than a hotel during his visit to the U.S.”

You blink at him in disbelief still processing the information. “What made you say yes?”

Austin leans back his smirk widening seeing how invested you are in Callum’s visit, studying you as if you should already know the answer.

“It’s Callum,” he says simply, grinning as if that explains everything.

The day Callum arrives, the house feels brighter somehow. Maybe it’s his energy, or maybe it’s the way his British accent fills the air, every word of his heavy with charm.

The moment his tall imposing figure steps through the front door his face lights up.

“Austin!” He beams, stepping into the living room “It’s been ages mate. When will you learn to use your cellphone?” Callum jokes his voice a mix of sarcasm and affection.

Austin rolls his eyes but grins. “You’re here aren’t you?” he fires back, though it’s clear from his hug how much he’s missed him.

Callum looks different from the last time you’ve seen him. He’s bulked up broad shoulders, thick arms, and a confidence that radiates effortlessly. His smile is dazzling, his blue eyes magnetic, and you can’t help but feel a little nervous in his presence.

“There she is!” Callum exclaims, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you clear off the ground. His body feels solid and warm, and for a moment, you’re utterly speechless.

“Austin’s favorite little thing—he never stops going on about you y’know,” he murmurs his accent making the words sound impossibly smooth. He bounces you lightly in his arms, a playful grin on his face, before setting you down gently.

Your cheeks burn as you smooth your skirt, trying to regain composure. “It’s nice to see you too, Callum,” you manage, your voice lighter than usual your face blushing pink.

Austin raises an eyebrow at Callum. “Man-handling her already” he chides, but there’s a warmth in his voice.

Callum grins, unbothered. “She likes it don’t you love?” He says slinging his Louis Vuitton duffle bag over his shoulder.

You quickly change subjects feeling their attention on you. “That’s a beautiful bag Callum,” you say, nodding toward it.

Callum glances back with a boyish grin. “Thanks. I’m the house ambassador now. Perks of the job,” he says casually, before disappearing down the hall with Austin leading him to the guest bedroom.

The days pass in a blur of activity. Austin and Callum fall into their old rhythm, talking about everything from filming Masters of the Air to Callum’s streak of successes. You try to stay out of their way, giving them space to catch up, but they won’t have it, insisting you join them at every opportunity.

You spend more time with them than you expect: grabbing coffee at Austin’s favorite cafe, late-night dinners downtown, and even watching movies together at night.

At the cafe, Callum insists on ordering a new drink for you, his smirk playful as he leans in. “You trust me, don’t you, love?” he grins, effortlessly.

Austin watches, amused, sipping his latte. “If she hates it, you’re drinking it.”

Callum just laughs, unfazed. “Oh, she won’t hate it. I know exactly what she needs.” he says smoothly, his smirk widening as he hands the order over.

Minutes later, the barista sets the drink in front of you a creamy espresso concoction topped with a hint of cinnamon. Callum watches you intently, his eyes glinting with anticipation as you lift the cup to your lips.

The first sip is rich, warm, the cinnamon teasing at the edges of your taste buds. You let it linger before swallowing, considering it.

“Mm it’s really good” you admit your eyes lighting up as you lick your lips.

Callum practically beams, his excitement unshakable. “See? I told you, Austin! I knew she’d like it. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”

His voice is smooth, teasing, the words rolling off his tongue like honey—almost as if he knows thats Austin’s secret name for you—the one that has you doing everything he says.

Austin chokes on his latte.

You whip your head toward him, watching as he hastily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His brows lift, his eyes flicking between you and Callum, his smirk unmistakable.

“Subtle, Callum,” Austin remarks under his breath, and that’s when you realize.

Callum knows you like to be called good girl—and Austin is the one who told him.

Callum grins, his gaze knowing and assessing as he looks at you. “She is a very good girl, aren’t you, love?” he teases, leaning back in his chair, enjoying the way your cheeks flush with heat at the words.

Austin’s eyes flick between the two of you, his smirk deepening as if he already knows what’s happening.

But he doesn’t say anything more—he just tilts his head slightly, as if he’s waiting to see just how far Callum will push it.

Later that week the three of you dress up and head to dinner downtown, stepping into a restaurant that radiates quiet luxury, the kind of place where celebrities frequent, the atmosphere opulent and effortlessly exclusive.

Austin walks beside you, his hand settling at the small of your back, his eyes unable to leave you. He’s been like this all evening, soft smiles, lingering glances, the kind of attention that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room.

The host leads you through the restaurant, past sleek candle lit tables, until you reach a private corner table with plush chairs, and a perfect view of the city skyline beyond the floor to ceiling windows.

You take a soft inhale, your lips parting slightly in awe as you take it all in. “Wow, this is so beautiful,” you compliment, seeing the city lights shimmering like diamonds in the distance.

Austin, pulls your chair for you, his fingertips brushing your waist as he helps you settle in. “Not as beautiful as you,” he says, his voice soft and sincere as he takes the seat beside you.

“You’re absolutely stunning tonight.” Callum adds taking his seat across the table, and you smile softly looking between them, the warmth of their attention sending a flutter through your chest.

“You two are going to make my ego unbearable,” you tease, but there’s no denying how good it feels to be adored by both of them.

As the waiter pours the first round of drinks, you settle into the moment, letting the atmosphere wrap around you as you enjoy their company.

“These past few days have been unforgettable,” you say, looking at them both. “I’ve really loved having you here, Callum. It’s been so much fun.”

Callum lifts his drink, his grin boyish and effortless. “That’s what I’m here for, love—keep things interesting.” he teases, then he pauses, his gaze drifting over you, lingering in a way that feels both playful and intentional.

“But between the three of us,” he muses, tilting his glass slightly, “I think you’re the one making this week unforgettable.”

Austin smirks, his fingers tracing down his glass. “The truth,” he murmurs, his blue eyes flicking toward you full of mischief.

You shake your head, but the way both of them are watching you makes a warmth settle in your chest. You grin, and for a moment as you sit between them, you feel it again—that undeniable pull, the unspoken energy tangling between the three of you.

During dinner, the conversation flows effortlessly, the laughter rising between bites of perfectly plated dishes. The wine keeps coming, no ones glass is ever empty for long, and with every drink, the energy around the table becomes looser, warmer.

Austin leans back in his chair, his arm stretched casually behind you, his fingers lightly tracing over your shoulder as Callum sits across from you, already a flushed, his grin a little wider, his words a little smoother.

Callum watches you just long enough for you to notice before tilting his head smiling. “You really light up when you laugh.” He says, his voice low and easy, but there’s something beneath it—something intentional.

You feel it—the weight of their attention as if the air between you all has shifted into something deeper, unspoken. Your gaze flickers between them, Austin’s thumb grazing slow circles against your arm, Callum’s eyes never leaving yours.

Austin’s gaze lingers on you, his blue eyes darkening just slightly, something unreadable flickering behind them.

“She does, doesn’t she?” he muses, his voice smooth, teasing.

His fingers press just a little firmer against your skin as he slowly leans in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

It’s effortless, intoxicating, and just when you start to drift into it, Austin pulls back only slightly, his breath warm against your lips, his gaze locked onto yours.

Callum watches, his grin lazy, almost knowing as he knocks back the rest of the drink.

By the time you arrive home, you barely have time to say “Good night Callum” before Austin is taking your hand and leading you down the hall to the master bedroom.

He pushes the door open with purpose, pulling you inside before kicking it shut behind him leaving Callum standing in the hall.

Austin’s is firm and unyielding as his body presses flush against yours and his mouth claims yours with urgency.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his lips are devouring you, his hands already tugging at the straps of your dress.

With one swift motion, he pulls it down your shoulders, his fingers trailing hot against your skin, as it falls to the floor leaving you in only lace panties.

His eyes drink you in, dark and hungry, his breath shallow and heated as his fingertips trace over your hips before gripping them possessively.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants his voice tense with need and before you can react, he’s guiding you back, your legs feeling the edge of the bed as his takes you down onto it.

He settles at your waist his hands spreading your thighs apart, his weight pinning you just enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down in one swift motion, his breath hot against your skin.

The first flick of his tongue sends a jolt through you, pleasure striking fast, your back arching instantly.

“Austin!” you gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as the heat coils deep inside you, sharp and undeniable.

He doesn’t ease you into it—he devours you with intensity driven on every intent to wreck you.

His tongue moves in deep torturous strokes, teasing, pressing harder, curling, sucking, his mouth sealing over you as if he can’t get enough.

His hands grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place as you try to move—but there’s nowhere to go, no escape from the relentless onslaught of his tongue diving into you.

Your head falls back as you moan loudly, your body desperate, trembling as the pleasure coils tighter, sharper. He groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core, and your cries spill freely, breathless and needy.

He feels it—how close you are, how you’re teetering on the brink,and he only pushes harder, flicking his tongue faster, sucking deeper, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes you over the edge.

And when you finally break, when your body shatters against his mouth, you moan his name as he rides out each wave, lapping up every bit of your arousal, dragging your pleasure higher, deeper, until you’re nothing but a trembling, mess beneath him.

He doesn’t waste a second as you lay there, breathless, he’s already undoing his belt, his movements urgent, almost frantic.

He shoves his pants down, unbuttoning his shirt in a rush, the fabric falling to the floor as he climbs over you, his body pressing on yours instantly.

His lips find your neck in hot open-mouthed kisses, his breath ragged against your skin as he sucks harder, deeper creating a bruise. You can feel his cock, thick and hard, pulsing with need, and before you can catch your breath, he grips your hips and pushes in to you all at once.

The shock of fullness has you gasping, your back arching, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

“Austin!” you cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden depth feeling the sheer intensity of him inside you.

He lifts his head his blue eyes burning into yours, his jaw tight as he restrains himself.

“Say my name,” he commands,his voice rough with need.

“Austin” you moan for him, and he pushes forward in deep, deliberate strokes, his hips pressing flush against you, his body pinning you in place. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, doesn’t ease you into it—he just wants to feel you come for him.

His hands grip your thighs, pulling them apart wider as he drives deeper, his rhythm unrelenting. Moans spill from your lips over and over again, the pleasure building too sharp, too fast.

He tilts your hips, angling just right, his hips snapping, every thrust sending white-hot surges of pleasure ripping through you.

His hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles.

“That’s it…baby…give it to me. Let me hear you …come.” He says his voice breathless with need.

Your voice is strained as you moan, barely holding yourself together. He watches every reaction, every spasm of your body, every shuddering breath—knowing completely what makes you fall apart.

And then it happens.

The tension inside you breaks the pleasure crashing over you in a surging waves, your body clenching tightly around his cock, your moans breaking into something raw, uncontrolled.

Austin groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he fights through your release, enduring it, dragging it out, his thrusts harder, faster, his name still spilling from your lips, exactly how he wanted.

With a firm deep thrust, he comes, his abs pulling up, his moans breaking into breathless pants. His release pulses deep inside of you, his body rocking helplessly against you as he shudders through the overwhelming pleasure.

His breath is hot against your skin, his hips grinding slower, deeper, anchoring himself to you as his moans spill freely feeling the last waves of his climax overtake him.

When it’s finally over, when your body lays trembling beneath him, he doesn’t move instead, he strokes your face, his fingers tracing softly over your heated skin.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, his gaze searching yours, as his touch drifts lower, tracing over the curve of your jaw. “I love you” he says breathlessly.

You smile up at him stroking his jaw affectionately. “I love you too,” you pant, still catching your breath.

Austin exhales slowly, his fingers trailing through your hair, his eyes holding something deep, something unspoken. “There’s so much I want to give you,” he reveals, his voice low and thoughtful.

You blink up at him, sensing a shift, the weight of his words settling between you. “You already do,” you whisper, brushing your lips softly against his, completely unaware of the thoughts running through his mind as you kiss him.

The following night, you and Austin decide to make Callum’s favorite meal—shepherd’s pie and roasted vegetables. The kitchen fills with warmth, the rich aroma of roasted herbs and butter drifting through the air as the two of you work together, laughing and moving easily around each other.

When you finally set the dish in front of Callum, his face lights up, eyes gleaming under the soft glow of the dining room lights. “You’ve outdone yourselves,” he says, raising a glass to you both. “I might never leave.”

Austin grins, cutting into his meal. “You say that, but I know you’d miss London too much.”

“Maybe,” Callum muses, looking at you over the rim of his glass before taking a slow sip. “But I’m starting to see the appeal of staying in America.”

You glance at Austin, but he just smirks, his eyes flicking between the two of you before taking another bite.

“You know, Austin never stops talking about you when you’re apart,” Callum teases, his voice smooth, effortlessly confident.

“Really?” you grin, turning to Austin, who suddenly seems more interested in his plate as his cheeks tinge pink.

“Oh yeah,” Callum nods, his tone both playful and sincere. “Took me a while to realize he wasn’t exaggerating.”

A heat creeps up your face at his words, the air between you shifting, charged with something you can’t quite define—but Austin only grins as if this is all wildly amusing to him.

After dinner, the three of you settle into the living room, the soft glow of the film The Beach flickering across the screen, casting warm, golden shadows around the room.

You sit between them, nestled against Austin’s side, his arm draped around you absentminded tracing circles along your shoulder, as Callum sprawls out on your other, completely at ease watching the film.

Callum leans back, stretching an arm across the cushions behind you, his gaze flicking toward you with a smirk.

“Alright, be honest,” he muses his voice teasing, “Who do you think would take better care of you on a deserted island like that? Me or Austin?”

Austin exhales a quiet sigh, shaking his head, his voice smooth and knowing. “Callum, you’re setting yourself up.”

Callum grins wider. “No, I really want to hear the answer from her.”

You glance between them, your stomach flipping under the weight of their attention. “Austin,” you say, smiling, and he pulls you against him, pressing a kiss to your temple, his smirk deepening.

Callum laughs, undeterred. “Think about it though love. Who’s more resourceful? Hunting, gathering, building a shelter?…”

Austin grins in amusement, his blue eyes flickering with something more knowing. “Why would we compete to take care of her? He discerns, his tone suggestive. “When we could just work together?”

Callum chuckles in approval. “What, like a survival throuple?”

Austin grins. “Exactly, now you’re getting it.”

You roll your eyes shaking your head, but the way both of them begin to look at you sends a flutter through your stomach.

You’ve slowly begun to catch on that they’re planning something—you can feel it. The way Austin lets Callum push boundaries, the way Callum charms you at every chance… and the way Austin allows it all to happen.

On the final day of the visit you stand in front of the living room mirror, checking your out fit one last time, ready to head out for the night.

Callum, sits sprawled out on the couch, watching you with an easy grin, his eyes lingering , slow and easy, taking in every detail.

“You’re far too pretty to put up with Austin’s moods,” Callum teases as Austin groans, unable to find his favorite leather jacket.

You smile, brushing it off, but Callum’s confidence is unshakable.

“You know,” he leans forward, his voice dropping just enough to be enticing “If he gets into a really bad mood tonight, we can sneak off together, teach him a lesson for behaving that’ll make him never forget his manners.”

You shake your head grinning “You think you're the one to teach Austin a lesson on misbehaving ?” You counter.

Callum grins, slow and teasing. “Mmm I’d be so good at it.” He confirms.

You roll your eyes just as Austin finally finds his jacket, holding it up with a triumphant sigh.

“You two over there conspiring against me now?” he says, shrugging it on as he looks between you both.

“Maybe,” Callum muses, standing up and pulling the hem of his shirt.

Austin ignores him, adjusting the collar of his jacket with an exaggerated sigh. “Great. Now let’s get this over with.”

“The infamous Luis Vuitton Cruise show ” Callum muses, his grin widening.

Austin groans dramatically, already dreading it. “A high-end fashion event with nothing but paparazzi, practiced conversation, and people getting really into bizarre shit.” He exhales sharply.

Callum grins, completely at ease. “Oh, Austin I love that shit.” He confirms.

Austin shoots him a look breaking into a grin. “Of course you do.”

You smile enjoying their banter, and before you know it, Callum’s arm drapes around your shoulder smug and easy. “All I’m saying is, if Austin gets too grumpy during this, we can still sneak off together, yeah?” he says, his smile infectious.

You glance at Austin, waiting for his reaction but he just smirks, shaking his head as he grabs his phone. “You two are trouble.” He says, his voice amused.

The three of you step out of the car onto the stone entryway of the Salk Institute in La Jolla, the air crisp with ocean breeze, the sky streaked with hues of deep blue and gold as the sun begins to set.

The Louis Vuitton Cruise Show looms ahead, sleek and sophisticated, with floodlights illuminating the brutalist architecture, casting long, dramatic shadows over the crowd of fashion elites.

The atmosphere is filled with exclusivity, flashes from photographers, murmurs of stylists, and the ever-present hum of curated perfection.

Austin walks on your right, his fingers casually grazing your lower back as Callum stays on your left, looking effortlessly charming in his suit and tee, already scanning the scene with a knowing smirk.

You feel stunning, the pleated mini skirt Austin bought for you weeks ago moves with every step you take. Paired with your heels and a sleek top, you know you’ll turns heads the moment you step onto the scene especially with two handsome gentlemen escorting you.

And if you weren’t sure of it—Austin and Callum make it painfully obvious.

Callum’s eyes wander over your legs as he shakes his head. “You sure you want to take her in there, Austin?” he muses. “You’ll have to fight off half the room.”

Austin doesn’t even try to hide his smirk, but his gaze flicks down to your skirt again. He hasn’t stopped looking at it since you got in the car. And the way his eyes darken slightly tells you everything you need to know.

“She can do whatever she likes,” Austin muses, smoothly taking your hand in his. “Not my fault if people get distracted.”

Callum scoffs, tilting his head. “Austin you’re distracted.”

Austin huffs a short laugh, but doesn’t deny it.

As you approach the red carpet, your stomach flutters with anxiety, your pulse hammering in your ears.

The flashes of cameras are blinding, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and chatter, as celebrities and fashion elites move through the entryway.

Austin’s fingers tighten briefly in your hand, a silent reassurance, while Callum is at your side, adjusting the cuffs of his suit, looking completely at ease.

The photographers begin to call out, their voices overlapping—

“Austin! Over here!” “Look this way!” “Callum, give us a smile!”

You and Austin take the first set of photos together, his hand warm against your waist, his charisma in full effect.

He’s done this a thousand times before, his look effortless, and when he glances at you between flashes, there’s something else in his expression that shows his adoration for you.

Next, Callum steps up for his solo shots, his grin turning cheeky as he shifts between serious and playful poses. The energy around him shifts, he’s charming without trying, flashing a wink here, adjusting his stance there.

Finally, the three of you are called together, and Callum immediately changes the tone, stepping between you and Austin with an exaggerated flourish, wrapping an arm around both of you.

“C’mon, let’s give them a show,” he teases, leaning in slightly.

Austin shakes his head, clearly entertained. “You’re a menace.”

Callum smirks. “And yet, you invite me places.”

With one last series of flashes, the photographers thank you, and you step off the red carpet, the moment settling in.

Inside, the ambiance is even more exclusive. The Salk Institute’s brutalist architecture contrasts sharply with the elegance of the show. Spotlights cast dramatic beams over the sleek runway, the seats lined with luxury invitations perfectly arranged.

The three of you take your seats front row, surrounded by other celebrities, designers, and fashion insiders.

As the show starts, the Louis Vuitton Collection is displayed with sharp, avant garde silhouettes, intricate embroidery, and flowing structured fabrics.

Models strut confidently along the minimalist runway, the music pulsating through the space.

Champagne flutes appear before you, served on silver trays, and you quickly realize, you won’t have an empty glass the entire night.

Austin sits beside you, his arms resting across his chest, his legs crossed. He occasionally leans in, speaking softly against your ear, small remarks about the designs, the lighting, the people around you.

Callum is thoroughly enjoying himself. He sips his champagne slowly, watching the show with genuine appreciation, occasionally gesturing toward a look he likes. At one point, he nudges you, whispering, “That one, I could easily see you in that one.”

You roll your eyes but smile feeling a warmth spreading through your chest.

Between the rich ambiance, endless flow of champagne, and the presence of both men beside you, you can’t help but feel it—tonight is the beginning of something.

And by the way Austin keeps glancing toward you, and Callum’s smirk lingers just a second too long, you know they feel it too.

After the show when you arrive back home, the three of you step into the house, the cool air inside a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of the night.

The Louis Vuitton show had been an experience, intoxicating in more ways than one.

The endless champagne, the flashing cameras, the whispered conversations with designers and celebrities. And now, as you sway slightly in the dimly lit entryway, you realize just how much champagne you had.

A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you reach out, steadying yourself by placing a hand on Austin and Callum’s shoulders.

Austin smirks, catching the movement instantly. “Someone’s had a little too much fun tonight,” he says, his hands instinctively coming to your waist, steadying you.

Callum chuckles, his tone more matter of fact.“Or just too much champagne,” he teases, his eyes flicking over to Austin.

You exhale a slow breath, your fingers tightening slightly on their shoulders for balance as Austin kneels down first, his hands trailing over your calf before he begins unbuckling one of your heels. His touch slow and careful.

Callum follows suit, kneeling on the other side, his fingers easily working on the strap of your other heel. His thumb grazing along the inside of your ankle.

“You guys are —so nice,” you mumble, your voice slightly drunk as you look down at them.

Austin huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he slips the heel from your foot setting it aside. “Yeah? Keep sweet-talking us, baby.”

Callum smirks up at you, his fingers lingering against your skin a second too long, tilting his head slightly as he slides the second heel off.

Your cheeks burn under their attention, and you suddenly feel very aware of how intimate this is. The two of them kneeled before you, their hands on your legs, the air between you thick with something else.

Austin rises first, standing close, his hands smoothing up your sides, his blue eyes locked onto yours. “You okay, baby?” he asks, his voice low, intimate, a quiet promise lingering in the way he looks at you.

Callum follows, standing beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

They exchange a look—something silent, something intentional.

Your breath catches as you glance between them, the air in the entryway suddenly heavy, pressing in from all sides. The space feels smaller, the air charged under the weight of their attention.

“I’m okay,” you manage, though your voice is softer now, breathier.

Austin tilts his head, studying you, his gaze dropping to your lips then slowly he leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and soft, tasting faintly of champagne.

The moment Austin’s hand slides down your back, you feel Callum’s touch.

His fingers ghost along your waist, his breath warm at your neck before he presses his lips on you too, the contrast of them sending a surge of pleasure through you so impossibly good it feels sinful.

A quiet gasp escapes your lips, your body pressed between them as they move in unison—Austin claiming your lips, Callum kissing down your neck.

Austin’s hand roams lower, slipping past the waistband of your skirt, the heat of his palm pressing firmly between your legs.

He takes his time, his fingers moving with slow, deliberate pressure, teasing your clit through the fabric. He watches you closely, his lips hovering over yours, waiting for your reaction.

Your breath hitches, your body softening at the sensation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

His hand slips into your panties, his fingers sliding over your slickness finding you completely soaked, your wetness coating his fingertips as he groans softly against your lips

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze darkened as he easily pushes two fingers inside of you, watching every catch of your breath, every shiver that rolls through your body.

Your lips part in a soft moan feeling the press of his knuckles as his fingers settle deep inside, the pleasure immediate, undeniable.

The sound catches Callum’s attention, and he pulls back just enough to see your reaction.

Austin’s fingers move in slow, precise thrusts within you, his lips brushing against yours as he kisses you again.

Callum’s hands moves to your top pulling down the hem, his hand gliding over your chest before moving lower and cupping your breast firmly.

His mouth is hot against your skin as he lowers his head, his tongue flicking your nipple, drawing sharp gasps from you.

You barely have time to react before he draws your nipple into his mouth his tongue circling it with firm strokes.

Your breath stutters, your knees nearly buckling as Austin works you open from below while Callum takes his time above, both of them completely in sync, completely focused on you.

Your fingers grip onto Austin’s shoulders, then Callum’s hair, needing to hold onto something as pleasure swells inside you, making you weak.

You try to stay upright, but with every touch, every kiss, every press of their hands and mouths—standing becomes impossible.

Your knees tremble, thighs clenching around Austin’s hand as his fingers thrust deeper, slick with evidence of just how easily you’re surrendering to them.

Callum hums against your chest, his lips sucking your nipple firmer as his tongue rolls in slow, deliberate strokes. He groans as he sucks, pulling with greedy satisfaction, his teeth grazing just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure down your spine.

The sensation coils tightly inside you, winding you up, making your breath hitch in soft, helpless little gasps.

Austin watches you intently, his blue eyes dark, focused, enthralled by every shudder, every whimper slipping from your lips.

His free hand rests heavy on your hip, keeping you exactly where he wants as he begins to curl his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect place over and over until your body convulses around him. “That’s it baby��give it to us.” He encourages thrusting faster.

Your moan is barely a sound, more of a breathless, strangled cry as the pleasure crashes over you. Your thighs squeeze around Austin’s wrist, your body locking up as your orgasm tears through you. Callum pulls back just enough to watch, his lips parting as he sees how helpless you are.

“Just, look at her,” Callum breathes, his fingers sliding up your side as he takes in the way you tremble, your body consumed with pleasure. “She looks so fucking pretty when she comes.”

Austin slows the movement of his hand, dragging out every last moment before withdrawing his fingers now glistening.

He lifts them to your lips, watching as you part instinctively, tasting yourself on them.

“Good girl,” Austin praises, his voice smooth as he brushes his thumb against your lower lip, his eyes dark with intent.

Then he glances over at Callum, something unspoken passing between them before his gaze returns to you, heavy and full of meaning.

“Come to bed,” he says to both of you, his voice low and certain.

Your eyes widen, flicking to Callum, whose smirk deepens with knowing amusement as Austin offers you his hand.

Callum watches, waiting for you to decide—waiting for you to step into whatever comes next.

And as your fingers slide into Austin’s palm, Callum’s hand grazes the small of your back, the three of you heading to the bedroom together as you realize—

They’ve planned this all along.

Austin guides you and in and Callum closes the door behind you knowing this is exactly what they have been waiting for.

The bed dips on either side as the three of you lay down together.

The warmth of them surrounds you as Austin places a soft kiss on your left wrist and Callum presses against your right side trailing his lips along the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

The room is dim, but the heat between the three of you is undeniable. Austin’s hand trails along your arm, his touch slow and delicate, as Callum,breathes against you, his lips grazing your jawline.

“Relax for us baby,” Austin says, his voice low and steady.

Callum’s voice follows, softer, teasing. “We’ve been waiting all week for this,” he admits, his fingers tracing the back of your hand. “Tell us you want this too.”

Your heart races, your body humming with anticipation as you glance between them. Austin’s eyes are filled with something intuitive, something reassuring, but Callum’s are far darker, searching, waiting.

Austin tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip. “We’ll only do this if you want to,” he admits, his gaze flicking toward Callum briefly.

Your breath is shallow, lips parting instinctively as your gaze shifts between them. “I—” Your voice catches, the reality of the moment crashing over you. “I want this”

Austin grins kissing you immediately, his lips pressing against yours with a reassurance that melts away any hesitation.

Then you feel Callum, impossibly close his breath ghosts over your cheek before Austin pulls back just enough to let Callum’s lips linger near yours.

Callum hesitates, watching you, as if waiting for permission. Austin smirks slightly, his voice playful but firm. “She’s already thinking about it.” He says.

Callum doesn’t need to be told twice, his lips collide with yours, different from Austin, hungrier, firmer, coaxing. The contrast between them sends a shiver down your spine, and when Austin’s lips move to your neck, your mind blanks completely.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Callum murmurs against your lips, his accent thick and rough. His hand settles on your waist, fingers curling slightly. “Knew you’d be trouble.”

Austin chuckles against your skin. “She’s the best kind of trouble.” He says as his lips press just below your ear. “And now she’s ours.”

Callum’s hand slides over your waist, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. “I want to see all of you.” He says.

Austin’s fingers brush your cheek before trailing down your collarbone, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “Let’s get you out of this, baby.” He says hooking his fingers under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one smooth motion, the fabric slipping away effortlessly, leaving your skin bare to them.

Austins hands drift lower, tracing the curve of your waist before finding the hem of your pleated mini skirt. His fingers hook beneath the fabric, and with one fluid motion, he tugs down your panties and skirt together, the soft material gliding over your hip and down your thighs until it’s tossed aside.

Austin gaze darken as he takes you in and Callum leans back slightly, his eyes drinking in the sight of you filled with lust.

“Fuck,” Callum exhales, running a hand down your thigh, his pupils blown wide. “Austin, shes perfect.”

Austin smirks, his hands sliding down your sides. “I know” he says.

Callum’s hands join Austin’s, his touch unfamiliar but electrifying as he traces along your ribcage. You shiver under their attention, the feeling of four hands exploring your skin leaving you breathless.

Your hands reach for them instinctively, finding the hem of Callum’s shirt first. You slide it up, and he grins, before tugging it over his head.

The moment his chest is exposed, your breath catches—he’s even more defined than you expected, strong and solid, his skin warm under your fingertips. You run your hands over his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing beneath your touch.

Austin, pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Your eyes flick between them, your hands touching both of them instinctively trailing over the contrast—Austin’s familiar, muscular form and Callum’s broader, slightly rougher build. Your fingers explore the dips and lines of their chests, the heat of them making your head spin.

“Do you like this?” Austin teases, his lips brushing your ear as his hands slide down your arm.

Callum smirks, watching your stunned reaction. “I think she does.” His voice dips lower as his fingers tilt your chin up.“But I want to hear you say it.”

Your lips part, your body already trembling under their attention. “I love it,” you whisper, your fingers pressing into their skin. “I love everything about this.”

Austin’s mouth lowers onto yours as Callum’s lips find the soft spot just below your jaw, and as their hands move over you, exploring, claiming, you realize just how much they’ve been waiting for this, and just how much you want it, too.

Callum moves closer, his breath hot against the nape of your neck. His large hands start at your waist, his thumbs pressing into the dips of your hips before slowly gliding upward, exploring the curves of your ribs and the soft swell of your breasts.

His palms are rougher than Austin’s, his touch more possessive, his fingers kneading teasingly. “You’re so soft,” he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You gasp against Austin’s lips as Callum’s fingers roll over your nipples, pinching lightly, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

Austin smirks against your mouth, feeling the way you react. “You like this so much don’t you?” he teases, and you nod as his hand slides up, cupping your other breast firmly. The hardness of his cock pressing against your thigh telling you just how much he’s enjoying this too.

Callum’s hand moves lower, tracing over your hip, his fingertips skimming the space between your thighs. You whimper as he parts your legs slightly, his fingertips grazing against your heat.

“Fuck, she’s already so wet,” he groans, his voice laced with both awe and satisfaction.

He strokes slowly, gathering your arousal on his fingers then spreading it over your swollen clit in teasing circles.

Austin pulls back slightly, tilting your chin so you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with lust as he watches you tremble between them. “You feel good baby?” he asks softly, his thumbs stroking your chin.

Your breath is shallow, your body humming with pleasure as Callum continues to tease you. “Yes,” you gasp “I’m so good.”

Austin grins, his lips brushing over yours before he moves lower, trailing kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste your nipple.

Callum, presses his hard cock against your hip, his lips warm and teasing as he leans in to kiss you passionately. His fingers between your legs move with more purpose, pressing into you just enough to make you whimper.

“Listen to her,” Callum groans, his lips curling into a smirk against yours. “She sounds so fucking pretty when she moans.”

Austin grins, his tongue swirling around your nipple lightly. “That’s because she’s perfect,” he says, his voice vibrating against your skin.

Callum groans in agreement, his hand tightening on your waist as his fingers stroke deeper, each touch making you tremble more.

“She’s ours tonight.” Callum says as his fingers move with agonizing precision, his strokes slow and deliberate as he spreads your slickness over your sensitive clit before sliding down, teasing your entrance.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You’re so fucking wet you’re dripping for us.” His tone is dark, edged with satisfaction as he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right, pressing against a spot that makes your whole body spasm.

Austin hums against your skin at your reaction, his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking lightly before flicking his tongue over the hardened peak.

His free hand cups your other breast, kneading gently, his thumb rolling over your nipple before pinching it lightly. His movements are slow, sensual, designed to draw every reaction out of you as he teases and torments, alternating between soft licks and firmer sucks.

Callum’s fingers work you open, his pace maddeningly steady, stroking deep, curling inside you with every thrust. His lips trace the line of your jaw as his fingers press against the perfect spot that has you falling apart as your hips writhe in pleasure . “I can feel you clenching around me. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

You nod panting as your hips roll instinctively against his hand. As you begin to moan loudly Austin pulls away just enough to watch your face, his lips glistening as he grins in satisfaction. “She’s going to come.” He confirms.

Callum chuckles against your skin, as his fingers thrust deeper, his thumb pressing circles over your clit. “Come on, love,” he coaxes, his voice husky, his breath fanning against your cheek. “Let go for us. Let us see you come.”

Austin’s mouth closes around your nipple again sucking harder as his teeth nip lightly on the sensitive peak sending another surge of pleasure straight to your core.

The combined sensations are too much—Callum’s relentless fingers working inside you, Austin’s warm, wet mouth sucking your nipple, the deep, commanding sounds of their voices unraveling every last thread of your restraint.

Your body tenses, the pleasure cresting like a wave as a choked gasp escapes your lips.

Your thighs tremble as you orgasm your body shuddering from the intensity. “That’s it love,” Callum groans, his fingers not letting up, working you through every last tremor. “So fucking beautiful.”

Austin watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his mouth leaving your nipple to press hot kisses up your throat. “So perfect, baby,” he murmurs, soothing you as your body trembles between them.

Callum slows his movements, his fingers slipping out of you with a satisfied hum. He brings them to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean. “You taste incredible,” he praises, his expression full of sinful delight.

Austin smirks, kissing your lips softly, his voice full of pride. “And we’re just getting started.”

Austin presses one last lingering kiss against your lips before guiding you up gently, his hands on your waist as he shifts you to kneel in the middle of the bed between them.

Your body is still trembling from the pleasure they’ve already given you, your mind hazy, dizzy with arousal as Austin’s voice, low and firm, pulls you back into focus.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking lazy circles over your hips as he positions you between them. “You’re going to make both of us feel as good as we just made you feel.”

You’re delirious with pleasure, as they leave the bed to undress your body humming with heat as you watch them, unable to form words.

They’re movement are hypnotic as they pull off their pants and boxers.

Austin body is sculpted, carved from years of dedication, his smooth skin taut over his defined muscles. His cock stands thick and firm, flushed a deep, eager pink, the tip already glistening with precum. Hes impossibly hard, the veins along his shaft prominent and pulsing with need.

Callum, in contrast, is built broader, his chest and shoulders more solid, his thighs thick and powerful. His cock is darker, a shade richer against his paler skin, with a heavy weight to it, the curve of it distinct as he strokes himself, his grip tight.

They stand before you, both, naked both hard, both utterly focused on you. The air is charged with heat and anticipation, the weight of the moment settling in your chest as your thighs press together instinctively and Austin smirks catching the movement.

“You like what you see, baby?” He says as he kneels beside you on the bed, his fingers grazing along your jaw, tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

Callum chuckles lowly, his voice teasing as he settles on the other side of you, his body radiating heat.

“She definitely does,” he muses, his smirk widening. “You can see it all over her face.”

Austin runs his hand down the curve of your back, his touch soothing. “You look so fucking perfect like this,” he praises and as Callum touches you too they both trail their hands lower taking turns to glide their fingers through your wetness, spreading your arousal with slow, teasing strokes.

A soft whimper escapes your lips, but it’s quickly swallowed by Callum as he tilts your chin up and kisses you hard, his lips demanding, his tongue slipping past your teeth with a hunger that makes your knees weak.

Callum brings his fingers slick with your arousal back around his cock, stroking himself firmly as he groans into your mouth.

Austin, hums at the sight, his fingers still sliding through your slickness, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your clit before slipping two fingers inside you again. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice thick with lust. “You’re dripping down your thighs.”

Callum breaks the kiss just enough to smirk, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “She’s ready for us,” he grins, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with heat and anticipation. “Aren’t you,love?”

You nod, breathless, barely able to think past the heat racing through your core.

Callum strokes his heavy cock harder his eyes watching you with a dark, knowing smirk. “You ready for me, love?” he asks, his accent making the words sound even filthier.

You nod and he grips the base of his cock, holding it steady as Austin slips his fingers from you to hold your waist. “Show us, baby,” he urges, his voice full of command and affection. “Make Callum feel just as good as you feel.”

Austin lowers you onto your hands and knees, your body still trembling from their touch, the heat between you all heavy with anticipation.

Callum smirks, his grip tightening around the base of his cock as he pulls your face closer. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs guiding his cock closer to your lips.

Austin moves behind you, his hands sliding down your back, guiding you into position as he kneels behind you on the bed.

“That’s it, baby,” Austin murmurs, his voice laced with praise as he runs his hands over the curve of your hips, gripping them firmly. “You’re gonna take us both so well.”

Callum’s fingers tilt your chin up, his smirk deepening as he watches the way you kneel waiting for them. “Open up for me, love,” he says, with intent. “Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours.”

You obey, your lips parting and slowly he pushes the head of his cock in, warm and wet as your lips wrap around it.

Your tongue swirls around the tip before your cheeks hallow and you take him deeper. Callum lets out a satisfied groan, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you, his grip firm.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he breathes, his hips barely rolling forward as he watches you. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Behind you, Austin squeezes your hip as he rubs his tip along your slick entrance, teasing you, making you whimper around Callum’s cock the vibrations sending a shudder through him.

“She likes it,” Austin reveals, rubbing his cock against you again, coating himself in your arousal. “You’re so fucking ready for us aren’t you, baby.”

You moan softly, pushing back against him, desperate for more, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. Austin presses forward, his thick cock stretching you slowly, filling you inch by inch until he’s buried deep inside you.

A moan escapes you, overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken by both of them.

“That’s my girl” Austin groans, his grip tightening on your hips as he begins to move, thrusting slow and deep, his cock hitting all the right places with every roll of his hips.

Callum watches the way your eyes flutter, the way you moan around his cock as you work him with slow, eager sucks. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice filled with pleasure. “Taking both of us like a dream.”

The rhythm between the two of them builds, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breaths, low groans, and the wet, lewd sounds of them fucking you at both ends.

Austin’s thrusts grow deeper, more intense, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives into you.

Callum’s hand remains tangled in your hair, his hips rolling as he matches the pace of Austin, his pleasure evident in every deep, guttural moan he lets out.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Austin praises, his hands sliding up your back, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts into you harder. “So tight—so fucking wet for us.”

Callum groans, his voice low and strained. “She loves this,” he breathes, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips jerk forward. “She’s so desperate for our come, aren’t you, love?”

You whimper around him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, your body shared between them as wave after wave of ecstasy roll through you.

Every movement, every thrust, every deep groan sends you spiraling further into bliss, your mind hazy, consumed by nothing but the way they both feel inside you, the way they own every inch of you.

Austin pace becomes unrelenting, his cock hitting the deepest, most perfect spot inside you with every thrust as you moan around Callum in bliss.

“Come for us baby,” Austin groans as his hand finds your swollen throbbing clit. “Make us all come.”

His fingers press in slow, relentless circles, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation is overwhelming, your walls tightening on Austin’s cock as your moans vibrate on Callum’s.

Both of their hips stutter forward, Callum’s grip tightening in your hair as he groans dangerously close to spilling over.

Your pleasure peaks as your body clenches tight, every muscle tensing as your orgasm crashes over you, forcing a strangled moan in your mouth around Callum’s cock.

The sensation is too much, too perfect, and Austin groans deeply, his thrusts faltering as he feels your wall tighten around him.

Your nails dig into the sheets being thrust hard between both of them as they use you to come, your mind blanking with nothing more than the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck, baby,” Austin groans, his hands digging into your hips as he drives into you hard spilling inside you with a guttural moan.

Callum watches you, feeling the way you moan in pleasure as Austin comes inside you and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.

His grip on your hair tightens, his body tensing as he lets out a deep, strained groan, his release thick and hot as he holds you in place and spills into your mouth feeling you swallow around his cock taking every last drop.

They both pull out of you at the same time, the room filled with nothing but heavy breathing, the three of you completely consumed by each other.

Austin lifts you back against him, his strong arms wrapping around you as his lips trail lingering, soft kisses along your neck.

His hands move lower to grip your hips, grounding you as his thumbs gently caresses slow, soothing circles over your skin, easing the trembling aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Callum leans in his breath still uneven as he brushes his lips over your jaw. “Took everything we gave you like you were made for us.” he whispers, his fingers sliding through your hair as he places a soft kiss.

“You were so fucking perfect, baby,” Austin whispers, his voice low and full of praise.

Callum smirks as he lays back against the pillows, his chest still heaving. Your body trembles, completely spent, your breath still coming in short, uneven gasps as Austin lowers you on the bed.

Every muscle in your body is weak, pleasure still pulsing through you in slow, rolling waves. Austin pulls you into his arms, his strong embrace wrapping around you.

His lips find your ear first, warm and soft, whispering against your skin. “You were incredible,” he praises full of affection. “So fucking perfect for us.” He says kissing you just below your jaw, then lower, trailing soft kisses down the curve of your neck, his breath warm as he soothes you with gentle touches.

Callum shifts against your other side, his body just as warm and solid behind you. His lips brush along your shoulder, slow and lazy, savoring every inch of you.

“You’re something else, love,” he murmurs, his voice rich with admiration. “Didn’t know you had that in you… but fuck, I’m glad I found out.” He grins, his lips moving in soft, teasing kisses along your shoulder as his fingers trace over your back.

Austin chuckles softly, tucking your hair behind your ear as he kisses your temple. “Tired?” he asks knowingly, his hand rubbing slow circles on your hip.

You nod weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open as exhaustion washes over you. “Mm-hmm,” you hum, melting into his embrace.

Callum smirks against your shoulder, his hand smoothing over your back. “Poor thing,” he teases, his voice laced with amusement. “We might’ve been a little too rough on her.”

Austin grins, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “No, she took us so well.” He says bringing the blanket over you and pulling you closer against him. “Just rest baby. We’ve got you.”

Callum sighs contentedly, his arm draping lazily over your waist as he nestles against your neck. “Yeah, sleep now love, because next round—I’m not holding back.” He grins.

“Guess we’ll have to keep her just between us.” Austin confirms and Callum hums in agreement.

You let out a soft, sleepy sigh, too exhausted to even respond, your body completely relaxed between them as you drift into the deepest, most satisfied sleep of your life.

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Would lonely Harry ever want to help with wedding dress shopping? Would we want to ask him for opinions?

Hiii babes!! So I think you’d want to ask for his opinions, but you’d also want to make him wait until the wedding day to see you in your dress. Now Harry would totally love to help with finding your dress, but he wouldn’t ask to go shopping with you I feel like that would be something you’d have to do. But I’ll give you a little tiny something that shows how I think it would go after you find your dress! 💖

-find all things for the Lonely series here✨

A/N: You let Harry in on some wedding info while the two of you enjoy an evening at home, enjoy this short and sweet moment between you and Harry✨

“S’that supposed to be edible?” Harry asks with a raised brow as he gently tucks the fluffy throw blanket under your legs that are resting on his lap while you get comfortable leaning against the armrest of the couch in the living room. “He can’t give them that.” You can’t help but giggle at how concerned he sounds as his eyes stay glued to the television that is currently playing an episode of the Great British Bake Off while his hands start to mindlessly rub at your ankles.

“I don’t think he’s done yet.” You state in an attempt to try to help Harry relax as you watch the little wrinkle form between his brows as his focus on the show only intensifies all while he still just keeps rubbing mindlessly at your ankles and blanket covered feet as they lay in his lap.

“Baby he’s putting it on a serving-oh god I can’t.” You bite your bottom lip to hold back a laugh as you watch him close his eyes and shake his head as he looks down at his lap. “I can’t watch this.” He opens his eyes and turns to look at you with an almost pained expression on his face. “It’s actually making me upset.” You turn your attention to the television while Harry just keeps his focus on you, he can’t help but feel the corners of his mouth pull upwards as he lets his eyes roam over your profile.

This is the first time all week the two of you have gotten to just enjoy a night in and when you brought up having a cuddle on the couch after dinner he couldn’t say no. Not only because he just has trouble saying no to you but because he can’t remember the last time the two of you just sat on the couch and watched a show or a movie so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity and now he can’t help but think this is a little glimpse into what married life will be like for the two of you. You with your feet in his lap all relaxed while he gets too worked up over whatever it is the two of you are watching, tonight it being a set of amateur bakers serving underbaked pies that have really just set him off, just enjoying each other’s company.

“He’s put it back in the oven.” You reassure him as you look back at him just to catch him staring at you with a silly smile on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a raised brow as you wiggle your toes at him making him realize he had momentarily stopped rubbing your feet.

“I just love you.” He answers casually as his hands go back to rubbing your feet, you roll your eyes but Harry catches the smile that takes over your face.

“You’re such a sap.” You tease as Harry turns his attention back to the television now that you’ve told him the man has in fact put the pie back in the oven. “But I love you too.” You add making Harry just smile as he gives your ankle a little squeeze. You look at the coffee table and see your phone light up and when you reach over to grab it you see it’s a text from Niall and his question makes your mood shift, feeling excited and sort of nervous as you place your phone back down on the table.

“How did he manage to still underbake it when he added an extra twenty minutes? I’m thinking his oven is just off at this point because how does-” Harry stops his rambling when he turns to look at you. You have your hands in your lap and your twirling your engagement ring around on your finger and rubbing your lips together while your eyes are looking down at your hands but Harry can tell you’re not really looking at anything and you’re more so just starting off into space more than likely lost inside that head of yours.

“Sweetheart?” His voice is soft as he gently runs his hands up your legs till they land on your knees so he can give them a little squeeze. You blink a few times and Harry just smiles when you finally meet his eyes with yours. “You okay?” You nod and he gives you a look that lets you know he’s not fully buying it making you let out a small sigh.

“I found my dress.” Harry feels an odd mixture of emotions overtake him as your words hit him from across the couch. Firstly he feels his heartbeat quicken at the thought of you finding the dress you’re going to marry him in but secondly he feels a twinge of something else, jealousy maybe? Begin to brew in the pit of his stomach because he didn’t get to be with you when you picked it out.

“Want to know the weird thing about finding it?” He just nods as he tries to get a hold of his emotions while you swallow back the lump that’s forming in your throat as the memory of the events that happened earlier today play through your head. “I instantly wanted to call you to see what you thought because I mean when’s the last time I bought any type of dress for an event without you there or on FaceTime? But when I went to grab my phone Niall took it-”

“That wonky kneed fuckin’ twa-”

“I’m glad he stopped me.” You interrupt his insult of your bestfriend as you lean over and place a hand over Harry’s that is still resting on your knee, he lets out a small huff as he looks at you with a much softer expression than a few moments ago. “Because as much as I love your opinion on what I wear and what looks good. I really want this to be a surprise and I really want to see your face in person the first time you see me in it.” Harry can’t argue with your reasonings for not calling him, he knows most couples don’t go wedding dress shopping together and while you two also aren’t like most couples he agrees that seeing you in your dress for the first time shouldn’t be over a phone screen, it should be in person on the day the two of you officially become husband and wife.

“You really found it then?” He asks with a warm smile as he notices your eyes go glassy, you just nod and try to return his smile as he moves a little closer to you. Before you know what’s happening Harry is pulling you to sit on his lap, having inched closer and closer to you without you noticing. One arm going around your shoulder pulling you into his chest while the other drapes across the tops of your thighs as they lay over his letting your legs rest on couch. “I can’t wait to see it on you love.” He whispers in your ear as he places a kiss to the side of your head.

“I feel really pretty in it.” You mumble as you sniffle and try to wipe away the few tears that managed to spill over and slide down your cheeks. Harry knows these tears aren’t a major cause for concern and that they are probably left over from the eventful afternoon you had, finding your wedding dress is a huge deal and he’s watched enough “say yes to the dress” with you to know it can be quite emotional.

“That’s because you are really pretty baby it has nothing to do with the dress.” He explains without missing a beat making your cheeks get warm at his compliment, Harry never has been one to shy away from telling you how beautiful you are and it always makes you blush.

“It was like I was an actual bride.” Harry just looks down at you as you mess with your engagement ring and let out a little laugh before you look up at him with a smile. “Like we can really get married now because I finally found my dress and it’s such-I don’t know how to describe it but it felt so weird but good? I just knew it was the one the moment I put it on.” He wishes he could’ve been there for the moment you had your first experience feeling like a real bride, he knows that planning the wedding hasn’t exactly been everything the two of you thought it would be and while you know you’re his fiancé and will in fact be marrying him in a few months you haven’t quite felt like an actual bride, until this afternoon.

“Did everyone cry?” You give him a playful look as his hand rubs soothing circles on the tops of your thighs. “What? I just need to know how badly you made everyone cry when they saw you in it so I can try to prepare myself for when I get to see you in it that’s all.” Harry knows he will be a watery eyed mess the moment he sees you making your way towards him on the actual day and honestly while the dress he’s sure will add to his emotions because he has no doubt you will look stunning, he knows most of his tears will be due to the fact his bestfriend in the whole world who he just so happens to be madly in love with is really about to become his wife.

“Niall was a mess.” You answer and Harry rolls his eyes because of course Niall was a mess he didn’t expect anything less from him, but you ignore it as you try to remember everyone’s reactions to seeing you in the dress. “Oh Emily almost cried but Paige full on squealed when she saw me and Gem cried-”

“Gemma cried? As in Gemma Styles? My sister cried? She-she never cries.” You just shrug and Harry lets out a sigh and leans his head to rest on the back of the couch and looks up at the ceiling. “I am so fucked.” You laugh and place a hand on his chest giving it a nice little pat.

“Yeah you’re not gonna last long at all.”

[toulousewayne]

Trinity Head canon

Clark is the tallest at 6’3, Bruce is not far behind at 6’2 and Diana is 6’1.5.

Clark has a southern drawl. He’s been in the city for years, but sometimes it comes out when he’s angry or certain words will bring it out. Diana and Lois find it adorable.

Speaking of which Bruce has a thick Jersey accent but does have some British vocabulary that he uses like lift or tap instead of elevator or faucet.

Diana can speak the most languages, with Bruce behind her. She secretly taught him many forgotten languages, he enjoyed this time they spent. It was mostly when the first met.

When the two come to the manor they each have a favorite tea that Alfred or really Bruce will make. Clark likes Chamomile tea and Diana likes Oolong. Bruce himself prefers green tea.

The amount of last minute saves Clark and Diana have had to do to get Bruce out of harms way is crazy. They have a tally system that Barbara keeps track of. Clark is ahead by five points.

Bruce has planned out his affairs in case he dies. Again. Damian would go into Clark and Lois’ care he figures Jon would help him a lot during this time. When he was younger if something happened to him or Alfred Dick was also supposed to go to Clark. And had Jason lived during his younger years he was originally going to Clark but he changed it to Diana a few weeks before he passed away.

Diana drops by every Sunday to feed and play with the animals. Damian has grown fond of his aunt Diana’s visits.

Aside from Bruce, Alfred and Barbara Clark is the only other person who knows how feral and intense Dick’s run as Robin was.

Diana is usually the one to lead the league or a mission. Bruce has always felt she was better at leading the charge, though she thinks the opposite and just feels she’s doing what’s needed in the moment.

We have established that Bruce is a terrible cook. Diana is far worse as when she first invited the two over to her apartment she was making a casserole she kept hearing about. Clark had to put out the fire and Bruce payed off the fire marshal. Clark can cook four dishes; Beef stew, a traditional country breakfast, apple pie and Chili. He’s trying to expend his recipes but the other two enjoy the options.

The trio get together twice a month for a night on the town. They’ve only had three successful nights out where they didn’t need to save the city.

Once a year Diana and Clark force Bruce to take a week long vacation. The Batkids watch over Gotham, and Kara watches Metropolis.

They usually go to an island off the coast of Greece that Diana discovered. She has to mother Bruce about sunscreen because he burns like paper.

Clark enjoys surfing and snorkeling. Bruce will broad for the first two days then he’ll loosen up.

Diana and Clark each have a favorite thing about the Batcave. Clark loves the giant penny and Diana is always found staring at the T-Rex.

Speaking of which, Diana is banned from driving the Batmobile nether Bruce or Diana will explain why, but Clark is chuckling about the situation.

Clark had filled in for Bruce five times. Three times as Batman and twice as Bruce Wayne using his voice.

Tim and Damian are the only Robins to work with Clark as Batman and they both enjoyed having rogues confused as to why their usual tricks didn’t affect Batman.

Clark sometimes had doubts about being a beacon of Hope when they first formed the League. It was Batman they gave him a word of advice, though Bruce still denies it till this day.

Diana once caught Bruce with her lasso, she questioned him about why he was so interested in it, he never told her why but she thinks it’s because it’s the only thing that has forced the truth out of him.

Clark can drive a stick shift, Diana can’t parallel park.

Diana is actually a good mechanic, she’s worked on a few of the aircraft at the Watchtower.

Each of the Trinity has a favorite duo to team up with. Clark likes to work with Martian Manhunter and Atom, Diana likes to work with Vixen and Black Canary, and Bruce once again won’t attempt it but he likes to work with Green Lantern (Hal) and the Flash (Barry).

Bruce doesn’t have perfect vision as he leads people to believe. He had glass since he was ten, and has had LASIK three times.

Diana will sometimes braid the Batkids hair. She loves Duke and Tim’s hair the most. She sometimes will scold Dick about his longer hair because she knows he’ll never tend to it properly.

[penwieldingdreamer]

Puppy Issues and Money Problems

Wow, oh my gosh. Thank you everyone for the likes, comments and reblogs. It's been a while since I had so much fun writing and gotten so many notes on a story. This is another one for the Austin thing.

Again, I tried to keep the appearance and description of the reader as vauge as possible, so you guys will be able to come up with your own picture for the reader, only thing I pictured it's a female reader, living in London with her british mother and american father, single mother of two girls Lottie (5) and Millie (3), and two years older than Austin.

Summary: Did Austin start to have feelings for you? Well, he's not too sure, but to you he's a great friend keeping your kids occupied - unfortunately with puppies - and your ex keeps messing up your plans.

Words: 1,9k

Warnings: fluff, some swear words, maybe a few tippos - if so, please let me know

Happy reading and enjoy. And please let me know what you think, if you want to be tagged or taken off the taglist for this.

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Aug. 2022

“You like her.”

It wasn't a question, more a statement. He was on a FaceTime call with Kaia, finally having wrapped his day filming when he saw the picture you posted. 

It was Lottie's birthday, so he called her while on his break. Austin was in his costume and feared that your eldest was going to scream when she saw him. He had told them that it was only for.the movie and they shouldn't be frightened but he wasn't too sure at first.

And scream she did, “Aus! Mummy look, it's Austin! He looks really cool and scary.”

His blackened teeth showed when he smiled at the screen, happy to see the girls and you again. It had been a few weeks, usually Lottie would take your phone and send pictures or videos of you cooking and dancing to Elvis or when Millie got a new toy dog and wanted to show him.

“Are you taking good care of yourself?” you asked him, seeing the tiredness reflect in his eyes. Even with his costume and great acting, you knew he wasn't completely okay.

Nodding his head, he was glad you were a friend he could talk to as well. “I do, Florence took me around Budapest yesterday.”

You hummed contentedly, your hands brushing Lottie's curls from your eyes and pulling Millie closer to you. “That's good, Aus, I'm glad to hear that. I'll leave you with the girls, I need to get back to work.”

“Don't work too much, I only ever see you working when Lottie's on the phone.”

“That's because usually those two are making sure my phone gets charged regularly.”

Chuckling, Austin shook his head at your joke. You walked out of the screen and he was left with your girls.

Florence, Zendaya and Timothée had found him amidst all the other actors and extras in the mess hall, laughing and talking on the phone.

“You know, it's kind of disturbing seeing him smile while in costume. He's such a cream pie and then he switches to being a psychotic murderer.” Florence told them, her eyebrows scrunched together as they made their way over to their co-star. 

“Yo, Aus, what's got you all smiling?” Timothée called his fellow actor as they sat down with him. They could see two little girls on the screen talking animatedly about something or other. He knew Austin didn't have kids so they must have been his sister's kids. “Those your nieces?”

Looking up, he grinned at the three and shook his head. “No, they're my friend's girls. Wanna say hello to my friends, girls?”

He saw them nod eagerly and turned his phone to Zendaya, Florence and Timo. The blonde actress crossed her hands over her heart. “Oh my, you guys are so sweet.”

Lottie and Millie were waving at them, broad grins on their faces. “It's my birthday today.”

A chorus of Happy Birthday sounded from his fellow actors and he couldn't help the warmth spreading in his belly. He knew he was friendzoned and he had a girlfriend back in Los Feliz, but he had to admit that whenever he talked to the girls he hoped to have a few minutes with you as well.

Now Austin was looking at Kaia's face and knew that she wasn't just talking about Lottie. "You know she's just a friend and I adore those girls to bits.”

“I know you do, they are cute and if I didn't have a lot on my plate right now I'd fly over and visit them. But Austin, babe, you got to be honest here.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Thank god that bald cap was off for today. “I am, Kaia. We're friends, nothing more.” His voice was low and raspy from tiredness. 

“You sure?” 

“Yes.” No. “Besides, she's made it clear that I'd have no chance with her, no way in hell. Said she was too old and had two kids.” 

Humming, the model leaned back on her couch, watching him closely. “I miss you, babe.”

“Miss you, too. I'll be in London with Baz and then back in LA for the Governor's. I'd love to see you either way. “How's prep for the series going?”

She smiled at him and he saw the giddiness in her eyes. This was why he fell in love with her, her friendly, eager and lovable persona. “It's good, everyone's super nice and giving me tips. I really love working on that show.”

“Great, I'm glad to hear that.” Thinking back on why they actually had that call he was going to stop thinking about you like that. As he had told Kaia, you really were adamant about just being his friend with the girls taking a liking to him. He had a girlfriend he was proud of and hella in love with.

“Mummy? Can we get a puppy?” 

So why did the image of your daughters and you send warmth cursing through his system?

It was a repeating cycle with Lottie and Millie constantly begging you for a puppy dog. Ever since they had seen Kaia and Austin with Milo they wanted one as well. You sat at your desk working on a new blog article about a new recipe you had tried not too long ago. 

Good thing about your job as a freelancer was, you could work from home. Your oldest was going to start school in a week and Millie was still in Kindergarten so you wanted to focus on them and not be off to work and load those two rascals onto your parents. 

You'd get asked to write a blog or articles for a smaller newspaper. The pay was good and you had the time to work on your own blog as well, which you supposed,  was more of a hobby blog instead of something super serious. You started out as a family friendly blog then turned it into a Mom blog and now it had everything from your day to day life, talking about food, travel and family.

“Baby, I talked to you about that. We can't have a puppy yet. You need to go to school and I need to work as well.”

Her eyebrows creased and her lips pushed together in a tight line as Lottie fixed you with an angry look. “But Austin said if I'm a good girl I'd get a puppy.”

“No baby, he said if you're a good girl and ask me you might get a puppy. There's a huge difference in that statement.” You breathed out a sigh, getting back to the text you were writing.

She stomped her little feet and crossed her arms over her chest. “But I've been a good girl for years. You always tell me later, later. I want a puppy now.” 

God, Butler. Next time I'll kill you.

“We don't have the time for a puppy, Charlotte. That's final.” You hated being the harsh, mean parent but it wasn't going to work out if you started with Well, not right now, after you finished first grade. She was going to keep asking for a puppy for another few weeks.

Wide eyes and a trembling chin were the answer before she ran to her room, feet stomping loudly on the hardwood. “I'm going to call granny and tell her everything!” Her call was followed by the slam of her door.

Great.

Next time you keep talking about a puppy with the girls, you'll be the one dealing with the aftermath. 🫠

You knew he wasn't going to answer, being all around the world and filming Dune: Part 2 but you felt satisfied to give back some of his medicine. The last time Austin had been in London there was no time to meet up, so he sent them both a mini version of Kaia’s dog and promised Lottie and Millie to have her there to show Milo to them. Told them, if they were listening to you and talking with you about it, they might get a real puppy dog. Obviously that one backfired and you got the brunt of it.

Of course Lottie’s tantrum wasn’t the only thing keeping you from writing your article. Just as you thought the day couldn’t get worse.

Had an emergency at work. Don't cash the check.

You've got to be kidding me.

Fuming you instantly dialed Trevor’s number, already feeling your stomach churning from the anger towards your ex partner.

He was making things too fucking difficult for you. The dial tone always had bile rising up at the prospect of talking to him, conditioned like Pavlov's dog.

“Trevor! What the actual hell. You promised this time.”

“I know, but there was something at work and I needed the money.”

Closing your eyes, a deep sigh left your lips. Honestly, it sounded more like a groan than pushing actual air from your mouth. “God damn it. You know it's Lottie's birthday. She wanted to go to football camp this weekend and I already made the payment with the check. How am I supposed to actually pay for that.”

“Well, you could have waited before you started giving out big presents like that.” He mocked, annoyance coloring his voice and you could literally feel the eye roll through the phone. 

Your thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to remain calm was pretty hard right now and you wondered why you ever gave him the time of the day let alone have two kids with him. “You know what? If you were actually decent at keeping to the schedules we set up and being a good father I wouldn't always have to tell the girls excuses why their dad can't come to any of their FUCKING parties or recitals! 

Especially when you're supposed to pay child support because you didn't want them after all and just up and left. It's the third time now in the last two months and I've had it with your excuses.”

“And I fucking told you all the time that those were emerg”

“Work emergencies my arse! Did you fuck your secretary and got her pregnant as well?”

Trevor growled but you could hear a soft gasp. Of course she was there. Alice, his secretary at his office and the reason he left when Millie was only six months. “That's none of your fucking business. You went on dates as well after we broke up, so don't go blaming me if you're frustrated right now. You're blowing this money problem out of fucking proportions. I always paid on time, but I have some financial problems at the moment so you should give me some credit.”

God damn this man.

“I'm not going to give you credit for something you're supposed to do. I'll have my lawyer reach out to you, so you better be able to pay every god damn penny.”

You gave him no chance to answer, hanging up the instant you heard Trevor take a deep breath. “What a fucking tool.”

Told them they needed to talk to you about it. 🙃 Never promised a puppy, but if you want, I can talk to them. A😜

You'd be a lifesaver. They've been little gremlins ever since. 

I'll be done before they're off to bed. Call me and I'll talk to them both about the puppy issue.

“MUMMY! Can we get pancakes for dinner?”

Leaning back in your chair, you groaned deeply. You loved your girls but sometimes you just wanted a break - and a dad for them who'd take them off your hands.

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[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (12)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, past break-up, arguments, daddy Dean

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

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Designed by pain (11)

“That’s delicious,” Dean tries to break the awkward silence during dinner. He compliments the dessert you ordered but doesn’t look very happy. “Now that I tried British food, I must say it ain’t as bad as I thought.”

You watch Dean poke the pie you ordered. He makes a face before taking another bite. Dean almost chokes. He scrunches up his nose when sniffing at the mince pie.

“I can see that,” you grin. If not for all the chaos Dean caused over the last hours, you’d laugh because he looks adorable while forcing the unloved food down his throat. “It’s mince pie.”

“Mince pie,” Dean retches. He can’t get the awful taste out of his mouth. Not even after he drank his beer and a glass of water. “It’s…”

“We eat it for Christmas,” Michael grins. “Mommy thought it would be nice to order it for you. She said you love pie.” You pat your son’s head. He enjoys the struggle on Dean’s face as much as you do.

“Your mother is very,” Dean narrows his eyes at you, “nice. How very kind of her to order the most delicious pie I ever ate.”

“You can have another slice,” you point at the pie to tease Dean. “We have more than enough. I’m not much of a fan of pie.”

“No, thanks,” Dean rubs his grumbling stomach. “I’m full. I can’t eat more.”

“You barely ate anything,” Sam points out. “Don’t wake me in the middle of the night because you want to sneak into the kitchen to get more food. I know your stomach.”

“Shut up…” Dean grumbles and whispers ‘bitch’ under his breath. “I’m not very hungry today.”

“Dean Winchester is not hungry?” You cock a brow, pretending to not know about his aversion to the pie you bought. “I see, wonders do happen.”

Dean pouts and looks away. He won’t fall for your trap. “I do not eat all the time, sweetheart. Sometimes a man gotta work or clean his car.”

You wince at the pet name you tried to forget about. Dean does the same. It was a slip of the tongue, not meant to hurt you. “Cleaning your car is not work for you, Winchester. You love that car more than anything.”

“Not more than you—” Dean’s eyes widen at his words. He suddenly gets up and leaves the room, cursing himself once again. How could he just say something like that? After all, he’s done within the last hours.

“That was…” Sam clears his throat. He awkwardly looks at you, wondering if you are ever madder at his brother now. “Sometimes Dean speaks before he thinks. You must excuse him. It was a rough week. From mother revealing her role in your breakup to meeting his son.”

“Sam,” your features soften. You know Sam tries to help his brother out. Of course, he does. Sam loves his brother and would do anything to make Dean happy. The problem is things aren’t so easy.

“I know,” he says and glances at Michael. “Maybe you should…” Sam shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’d love to help you, though.”

“Mommy, can I meet my cousins? I wanna talk about cars with them,” Michael pouts. “Please. They sound so cool.”

“Michael, we will talk about this another time. It’s bedtime, okay,” you try to avoid thinking about meeting Sam’s children. If you get involved with Dean’s family, things will get even more complicated.

“Your mom is right, Michael. We can talk about this another time. You should get ready for bed, bud.”

Sam’s dad skills are showing when he tries to distract your son from the chaos his brother caused by coming here.

“Okay,” Michael yawns. “I’m going to brush my teeth. Can you check on my pillow before I sleep, Mommy?”

“I’ll fluff your pillow, baby boy,” you smile at your son. He had a lot to stomach too. From the Winchesters invading your home, over Dean’s fight with Ketch and the revelation that Dean is his father.

You step inside the living room, taking a deep breath. While putting your son to sleep you had the time to think about a few things and came up with an idea.

“I had time to think about a few things,” you say. “Michael wants to get to know his cousins.” You lick your lips. “I need to talk to Bobby about a job offer he made some months ago. I need a new job so…”

“You want to go to the States?” Dean questions. “Do you want to move back for the job or…just visit?”

“Dean, I hate it when someone interrupts my speech,” you snap at Dean. “After I talked to Bobby, and Michael had the chance to meet his cousins, I have to take care of a few more things.”

“What else do you want to take care of?” Dean swallows thickly when you sit next to him. You look at your hands, sighing deeply. “Y/N?”

“We could’ve been happy, don’t you think?” You suddenly ask. Dean is taken aback and doesn’t know what to say. “At least that’s what I told myself years ago.”

“I think so,” he murmurs. “I mean…you know me. I’m a mess and fuck things up sometimes.”

You snort. “Sometimes, Winchester?”

“Hey, I had my moments too,” he grunts. “For a while, I made you happy.”

“You did,” you pat his thigh. “I’ll book a flight for me and Michael tomorrow. Before we go back to Kansas I need you to know that I’ll confront your mother. She manipulated our relationship.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t think for one moment that you are forgiven. It was still your decision to not look for me but,” you squeeze his thigh this time, “if your mother didn’t intervene, we could’ve talked things out.”

Part 13

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[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Crossroads- Chapter 12

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“Rupert. I like Rupert, it's got an old-fashioned charm,” 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as my palms pounded into the dough stretched across the countertop. Patches of baking flour clung to my cheeks, wrists, and elbows. The thick early July heat, combined with the warmth of sweet cherries bubbling on the stove, sent an irritable rush of heat up my spine. 

Mom and Adele sat comfortably a few feet away at the kitchen table with glasses of sweet tea and pimento cheese sandwiches peering into a book of baby names and picking out the names they liked best. Part of me wanted to give my swollen ankles a break and join them but the other part despises their joyful chatter and wishes they’d just shut up. 

It had only been a couple of days since finding out I’d be giving birth to a baby boy and I found myself overwhelmed with the enthusiasm of others while I still struggled to accept reality. 

I felt irrationally angry-betrayed even- that Harry and I were having a son. I wanted my baby to have his father’s dimpled grin but I knew it would come with a hefty price. 

The joy Harry expressed over the phone when I dropped the news was palpable. I'd wanted so badly to share in it but I knew I couldn't- not with his cruel words from the night before still ringing through my head or the instant fear that he could one day take this precious bean I'd grown to adore away from me. 

“A little boy would be my best friend.” 

The glimmer of idolatry in his jade eyes when he uttered the words couldn't be mistaken. This had been his secret desire all along. I grew an aching suspicion that our son would quickly become Harry's son. He'd take him and mold him into his own pompous image, tainting his sweet soul with his callousness.

None of this would be a problem if it wasn't painfully obvious that Harry didn't hold me in high regard the way a husband should. It'd be all too easy for him to pass the same contempt he held for me onto our son.

As painful as it would be, the world would keep turning if Harry decided he didn't love me anymore but I couldn't handle that rejection from my own child. 

The sadness I'd felt over Harry choosing to skip out on my 20-week appointment had evolved into a big chip on my shoulder. Coupled with very uncomfortable pregnancy symptoms, I found myself snapping at the tiniest annoyances.

I was hoping Harry’s work trip would get extended or the upcoming holiday would delay his flight home. Being so angry, I didn’t know how I would react to seeing his face and I certainly didn’t want to hear whatever pathetic bullshit apology he’d come up with. 

I had four months left before the baby came and I had no idea if my marriage was even going to last that much longer. I didn’t want our son’s first few years spent between two different houses.  We needed to make something work fast.

“Rupert?” I scoffed, not bothering to look up from the dough I was kneading. “No kid in America has probably been named Rupert in at least a hundred years. Do you want your grandson getting picked on at the playground?”

Mom chuckled and I could hear the ice cubes jiggle in her glass. 

“You could bring it back in fashion, Besides, it’s quintessentially British which last time I checked, so was Harry.” She replied. 

I could have stayed home and cooked to spare myself of all the baby talk but I desperately wanted to get out of the house and the kitchen at the B&B had more kitchen room for the order of 4th of July pies I needed to get out today. 

The mention of my dearest husband makes every cell in my body tense. 

“I just don’t like it okay, Mom?”

I reached for a rolling pen, dusting it with powder briefly before shifting my focus to flattening the dough. I must have looked like a madwoman taking all my rage out on a piece of pie crust. 

I knew bottling it all up inside was driving me insane but I just wasn't ready for the embarrassment and judgment that would come with shattering the illusion of this perfect marriage my mother thought I had. As crazy as it sounded, I'd feel much more comfortable dumping my woes on a perfect stranger who was sworn to a privacy clause. 

“River, sweetheart, what's wrong? You've been walking around like you ate a bowl of lemons for breakfast all morning,” 

“I'm pregnant, Mom,” I retort, dusting the excess flour off my hands against the gingham-printed apron tied around my bump. “My feet are swollen, my back aches and I'm gassy. What's not wrong?” 

I hated using my pregnancy as an excuse for anything but I couldn't help but think that my problems would be reduced greatly if I wasn't in this hormonal condition. 

“You should take a break, River,” Adele chimes in.  “You've been on your feet all morning. Have a snack and put your feet up.” 

I decide I'll spare Adele from my earlier sarcastic tone. 

“I really can't. I've gotta get these pies finished by at least 2. I want to be done with deliveries a bit early today,” 

I turn my attention away from the flattened lump of dough to peer into the pot of cherries when a sharp cramping sensation pulses through my abdomen, causing me to lose my breath. I clutch my belly in discomfort and my heart pauses in a moment of panic. 

Mom rushes from the table, pressing a comforting hand against my aching lower back. 

“Are you okay, sweetie?” She questions. 

I squeeze my eyes shut as the sensation passes before nodding my head slowly. 

“I-I felt a cramp,” I took a deep breath. “I don't know if he kicked me but it felt weird.” 

I still hadn't gotten used to feeling a lot of movement in my belly as the baby had only just started to kick. 

“Sounds like Braxton Hicks,” Mom sighs. “You're definitely sitting down, little Miss Stubborn,” 

I know not to protest as Mom guides me to the kitchen table. My heart pounds at a steady pace but the panic I feel can't seem to subside and I can feel my eyes brim with the tears I'd been holding in all afternoon. I lower into the wooden chair and Mom plops down in front of me, her concerned blue eyes burning into mine. 

“Is there something you want to talk about, River? You know you can tell me anything.” 

I bite my lip to keep it from quivering. My mom and I were best friends, we shared everything and she always knew when something was bothering me. Why was it so damn hard to open up about Harry? 

The tears spilled down my cheeks. 

“I just- I just hate the name Rupert,” I wailed. 

Mom's concerned expression shifts to one of amused sympathy, a soft chuckle escaping her as she leans over and pulls me close. 

“Aww, sweetie,” she coos. “You don't have to name your son Rupert, I'm just super excited about being a Nana and having a boy in the family. I know I'll love whatever name you and Harry choose,” 

My tears stain the shoulder of her cotton blouse and I can't help but feel utterly ridiculous. On the outside, everyone thought of me as collected and strong but deep down inside I was truly passive and weak. 

We pull apart and she reaches out, lovingly swiping the mix of tears, sweat, and baking powder from my cheek with her thumb. In so many ways, I was still her little girl, even when I was about to welcome a baby of my own. 

I can only hope to have that strong of a bond with my son. 

“I'm sorry for being so snappy earlier, Mom,” I sigh,  my voice still shaky as I wipe more flour from my cheeks. “Do you think the baby's okay?” 

Mom smiles softly. 

“You'll both be fine. I know your hormones are out of control right now but if something is really bothering you, I want you to tell me, okay?” 

I nodded slowly, hoping my mom would put the topic to rest but I knew better. She'll figure it out sooner or later. 

Adele pours me a glass of tea and pats my knee before pushing herself up from the table. 

“I’ve known my way around a good cherry pie in my day. Take a rest and I’ll finish these up. Nobody will know the difference,”  She winks. 

I reach for the glass with a grin, suddenly realizing how thirsty I am. 

“Thanks, Adele,” I reply, placing a hand on my belly. 

I gulp down the glass of tea as if I’ve never had a drink a day in my life. The icy temperature sends an invigorating zing through my veins, a trail of the sticky-sweet liquid dribbling down my chin. 

“See, you were dehydrated. You’ve gotta make sure you drink plenty of liquids, especially in this heat,” Mom speaks pointedly. 

Adele turns down the burner on the stove and the kitchen door suddenly opens, making everyone’s heads whip in the direction of the creak. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Ryan tracking in the sand with his heavy Birkenstocks.

His chestnut-colored hair appears blonder and the bridge of his nose has been sunkissed a shade pink, all indicators of his time in the sun. 

“Gee Ryan, you almost gave us a heart attack, there,” Mom speaks, pressing a hand to her chest. 

“Sorry, Ms. Kate, I should’ve knocked,” He grins sheepishly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts. “How do you do, Ms. Adele?” 

The older woman smiles, looking up at the strips of pie crust she was busy cutting. 

“Just fine, Ryan,”

His blue eyes fall on me, a subtle smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. 

“Audley, what on earth happened to you? You look like you got in a fight with the Pillsbury dough boy,” He chuckles. 

I playfully roll my eyes, dabbing my sticky chin with the edge of my apron. 

“Culinary mischief, what else?” I quipped reaching over to grab a sandwich off the plate in the center of the table. “What brings you over?” 

“Well, after grading the worst term papers I think I've ever received, I needed some fresh air. Plus, I can't show up to the picnic tomorrow empty-handed. It'll be my third year in a row. 

Ryan pulls out a chair, straddling the seat as if posing for a pensive photo when the realization hits. I drop the sandwich and I bury my head in my hands. 

“Damnit, I completely forgot about your pie, Ry,” I groaned.  “I don't even know if I made enough filling,”

I was sure I'd written enough memos in my planner but pregnancy brain had prevailed once and for all. 

“Hey, don't be so hard on yourself,  Angel,” He touches my arm. “I can always pick something up from the store. I've  got nobody to impress,”

I sigh, my agitation quickly returning. 

“No, store-bought pies are no good. The crust is dry and lumpy and overbaked and they suck. Gimme ten, twenty minutes tops, and I'll run to the market for another pound of cherries,” 

I snatched off my apron and spread my legs in this weird, crab-like position, anchoring a hand on my back in an attempt to get up from my seat but Mom sent me a death glare. 

“River Dawn, I'm warning you,” She speaks, narrowing her blue eyes at me.

Ryan's bushy brows raise in amusement. 

“Ooo, full name territory. What'd you do?” 

I scoff, slumping against the back of the chair in defeat.

“She thinks I'm overextending myself. I get one stupid cramp and she acts like I'm ready to deliver.  I wanna go back to bed and start this day all over again,” I whine. 

“Look, just because you’re about to be a mama doesn’t mean I’m not still yours. I just remembered I need to check up on that order for the fireworks show tomorrow. Make sure she stays off her feet, Ryan,” 

Mom excuses herself from the table before giving me a knowing glance and I can’t help but pout like a child, folding my arms over my protruding belly. 

Ryan chuckles. 

“It’s not funny,” I protested.  

“If we leave now we can grab ice cream by the pier and be back in twenty minutes,” He whispers. 

The thought of the cool, sweet treat makes my mouth water and my eyes light up. If there was one thing I know that could fix a foul mood it was definitely ice cream.

A mischievous grin stretches across my lips. 

“Let’s go,” 

The sand felt warm between my toes, the smell of saltwater was relaxing after having been cooped up in that stuffy kitchen for hours and the sun beams down my shoulders. With a mouth full of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, the day had managed to redeem itself, even for just a short moment. 

“This is so gooood,” I mumbled, hardly paying attention to Ryan who strolled beside me, walking as slowly as possible in an attempt to honor my mom’s request that I take things easy. 

I sighed contentedly. It's small moments like this where I feel like a kid again. When life is simple and everything can be fixed with ice cream. 

He glances over at me, perplexed at how one woman could be so in love with ice cream as we pass a group of kids making a sandcastle.

“You’ve got something on your chin, Audley,” 

I chuckle before brushing away the dribble of ice cream. I felt like such a pig lately when it came to eating, always getting something around my mouth. I feel a flutter in my belly and gasp, realizing the baby must be enjoying the ice cream too. 

“He moved!” I mused. 

Ryan kinks a brow. 

“He?” 

I nod, nibbling at my waffle cone. 

“It’s a boy. I had my twenty-week appointment the other day,” 

Saying the words out loud again suddenly makes the sadness return.

Ryan grins. 

“A boy in the Audely clan? Who would have guessed? You and your mom do such a great job cosplaying the Gilmore Girls, I just knew for sure you’d be having a girl,” 

“I guess life’s funny that way,” I shrug. “besides, I always thought  Mom and I had much more in common with Donna and Sophie Sheridan,” 

I notice a dad playing frisbee with his son and their super energetic golden retriever and sigh. 

Somehow I know Harry will be a good father or at least try to be, but I feared his mad love of his job would eventually triumph overall and replace our son on his list of priorities, the same way it had succeeded in replacing me. 

“You seem, I don't know… disappointed,” He replies, staring down into his cup of pistachio. 

It was amazing how attuned to my emotions everyone else seemed to be while I chose to live in denial. 

“No,” I absentmindedly scratch my belly and fix my gaze on the glittering sea,  hoping my voice sounds convincing. “Boys are charming. Who can resist snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails?” 

He chuckles. 

“If it makes you feel any better, Mom always said her biggest regret in life was never having a daughter. I know she loved Kev and me but the bond was different. I used to get a little jealous sometimes when she'd dote over you,” He admits. 

I smile, thinking back to all the time I'd spent in the Gallagher’s kitchen under Rachel's wing absorbing all her homemaking knowledge. I had a mother with whom I was very close to but it must have felt nice for her to have those mother-daughter-esque moments. 

“Your mother was truly amazing, Ry. She taught me so much,” 

A beat of silence passes between us and I glance down at my maxi dress, inspecting it for any ice cream drippings when I suddenly feel my eyes going cloudy once more. 

“I just think I'm scared,” I speak softly, just barely above a whisper. “I'm about to be responsible for a whole human being. It's my job to raise them up the right way. What if I fuck it up? What if I turn him into some kind of monster- a toxic man?” 

I swallow the lump in my throat,  unsure if Ryan is capable of dealing with my mood swings. His face softens into an empathetic stare as he tosses his empty ice cream cup into a waste bin. 

“You've got years before you have to worry about that, Angel,” he sighs assuringly. “Besides, I think Harry's far more likely to be the fuck up in that arena,” 

The mention of Harry makes me frown. It's quite sad when I think back to all the times hearing his name used to make me giddy. 

Ryan holds his hands up in defense. 

“Hey, I'm just sayin’,” 

I was usually so defensive of Harry around Ryan but lately, I couldn't argue with his logic. 

I look up from my melting ice cream cone, meeting his blue-eyed gaze. 

“No, you're right,” I reply, biting my lip. 

Ryan drapes an arm around my shoulder, his touch managing to ease my nerves for a short moment. 

“Don’t worry. Audley. I’ve got no doubt you’ll be a great mom. You’re kid’s gonna have the most advanced pallet in the south, plus, he’s got his Uncle Ryan who’s going to introduce him to the best baseball team in the country- The Giants,”

I giggle. 

“Nobody likes baseball, Ry. Watching grass grow is more entertaining than that sport,”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” He speaks pointedly. 

We head back to the Bed and Breakfast and my cone has melted into a sticky mess but I can’t help but notice that I feel exponentially better. 

“Thanks for the talk, Ryan,” I speak softly, breaking the lull of silence between us. 

He grins. 

“That’s what friends are for,”

***

I woke with a start, a beam of sunlight bursting through the Venetian blinds and my hair clinging to my neck from the morning humidity. My bladder feels like it will burst and I rush out of bed and straight to the toilet in fear that I’d wet myself. 

I was thankful to have passed the stages of morning sickness but the more the baby grew, the fuller my bladder felt, especially first thing in the morning. 

I found myself in a better mood after my emotional day at the beach yesterday and was looking forward to attending Hannah’s 4th of July celebration later that afternoon, something I’d managed to remember amid all my many memos. 

Despite my initial aversion, I was truly beginning to grow fond of Hannah. I'd misjudged her for a vapid, airheaded chatterbox but she was a genuinely sweet woman who had the potential to become a very close friend.

Since moving back to North Carolina, I haven't had much female companionship.  It would be a refreshing change at this upcoming stage of my life.  

I freshened up and prepared for the day, craving a bowl of yogurt and raspberries. I knew I’d have to bring something to Hannah’s party and had a ripe watermelon ready to be cut that would be perfect for a feta salad. 

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, searching for any text messages or missed calls from Harry about his whereabouts but was surprised to see nothing at all. It felt wrong not to worry but an extended vacation away from each other was exactly what I felt like we needed right now. 

As much as I’d grown to hate the persistent silence in the house, sometimes it served to be peaceful. 

I carefully headed downstairs, feeling the baby stir as I reached the bottom. I rest my hands on either side of my bump. 

“Good morning to you too,” I beamed. 

I shuffle in the direction of the kitchen, passing the living room when the sound of light snoring piques my interest. My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest and I grab a large umbrella, preparing to attack a possible intruder. As I grow closer, I sigh in disappointment at the sight of Harry stretched across the sectional, a slate blue throw draped across his shoulders for warmth.

I have to admit, he looks utterly adorable lying there. A curl falls across his forehead, eyebrows furrowed and pink, heart-shaped lips settled into a slumbering pout, hugging what looks like a plush Dalmatian to his chest. 

So much for my peaceful holiday. 

Harry stirs, his emerald eyes fluttering open as he cranes his neck up at me.

“You're not planning on whacking me over the head with that, are you, darling?” He rasped. 

I lowered the umbrella with a sigh,  suddenly feeling disappointed that I didn't get in a couple of whacks just for the hell of it.

God knows he deserves it.

“What are you doing here?” I question, narrowing my eyes slightly. 

He slowly sits up, clothes wrinkled and hair a mess. 

“My flight landed very early this morning. I didn't want to frighten you so I stayed down here,” He reached for the stuffed dog he'd been cuddling, extending it to me. “For our boy,” 

I take the soft toy in my hands, staring into the beady, black glass eyes. There's a little silver crank under the tail that I twist, causing a gentle lullaby rendition of “Puppy Love” to fill the room. 

A small grin tugs at my lips. 

“This is very cute, Harry, but you're not gonna get out of this one so easily,” 

Harry sighs deeply, running a hand through his curls.

“I know. We have to talk, darling. Please have a seat,” He replies. 

I scoff and the anger I’d been suppressing for days bubbled back to the surface.  

“I don't wanna hear anything you have to say, Harry!” I shout. “What you said and did was unforgivable. Why do we even continue to carry on like this?! You've made your choice, your job tops everything. If you can't make me or our baby a priority just do us both a favor and leave us alone,” 

I feel the tears roll down my cheek and rush to wipe them away, fearing I'll look weak but it hurts too much to hide the tears. 

I slowly sink on the sofa, cradling my face in my hands as I continue to sob. His large hand presses into my shoulder. I should feel comfort from his touch, but the closer he gets in that moment, the more I want to pull away.

“Baby, I'm sorry. Really, I am. But I had to be there,” 

I lift my head to meet Harry's gaze. His face is blurry and distorted in my haze of tears yet entrancing- like looking into a kaleidoscope. 

“I can't believe you,” I sniff. “We'll never get that moment back. Our first fucking child together and you missed such an important moment. You chose to,” 

He'll never know how alone I felt that day. How painful it was to know he hadn’t chosen me. He hadn't chosen us. 

“I know I've been super busy, Riv, but our merger was successful,” Harry suddenly sinks to his knees, grabbing both my hands. “I'll take a little time off-we can go wherever you want. I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. I love you and I love our little boy,” 

I blink back my tears, shocked by his rare display of humility. I think the last time he got down on his knees for me in a completely non-sexual way was when he proposed. 

I hate that I've lost so much trust in Harry that I can't tell if he's being genuine or trying to seduce me. It's like swimming in the deep without a life vest. I never know if I should take precautions or take a leap of faith and inevitably end up drowning in his sea of lies. 

I give his hands a tight squeeze. 

“Okay, Harry. Okay. I'll hold you to it,” 

A small smile sweeps across Harry’s pink lips as he slowly rises from his kneeling position, his hands settling on my bump. 

“He’s gettin’ so big,” He chuckles, showing off his dimples. 

I brush a tear away with my thumb, giggling softly. 

“You mean I’m getting big,” I retort. 

“No, you’re perfect, babe”

Harry moves closer, brushing my still-damp from the shower hair away from my neck. Those intoxicating jade eyes fall to my lips and I know what’s supposed to happen next but it just doesn’t feel right. 

“You should probably shower,” I speak, recoiling before he can capture my lips. 

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, I should,”

I place a hand on his knee. 

“Help me up, please?” 

Harry chuckles as I squat like a sumo wrestler in an attempt to pull myself up. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” I warn. “This is your fault,”

He smirks, wrapping an arm around my waist to hoist me up.  

“I guess it is. Are we going to your mum’s this afternoon?”

I smooth a hand over my bump, catching my breath before I speak. 

“I’m going to a friend’s but I’m sure Mom wouldn’t mind if you stopped by,”

I pad into the kitchen, my hunger had grown since our talk. Hannah had extended the invitation to bring Harry along with me but I’d much rather go alone. 

I needed to keep him at arm's length until I knew he could keep his promises. 

“A friend?” He questions, his footsteps following behind me.”Do I know this friend, darling?”

I roll my eyes before opening the refrigerator, searching for the carton of raspberries among the jungle of fruits and vegetables. 

“We take Pilates together. I’m sure you’d rather be doing something better with your holiday than hanging out with a bunch of suburban moms,” 

I pop a raspberry in my mouth, sighing in satisfaction as the seeds pop on my tongue. 

Harry heads for the Keurig, and I hope he’s dropped the subject but by the pensive look on his face, I know I can expect otherwise. 

“Is she pregnant too?”

My brows furrow in confusion. Why was he making such a federal case out of a simple barbeque?

“No…” I reply, going for another berry. 

“Then I better go,” He says, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “You know,  there’s a phenomenon of femicides happin’ to pregnant women in the country. Women who desperately want babies befriend vulnerable pregnant women all with the ulterior motive to kill the mother and take the baby.  This friend of yours could be a baby snatcher for all I know,” 

I scoff. I don’t know whether to find his concern annoying or endearing. 

“Hannah is not a baby snatcher but if you wanna come, you can. She already invited you,” 

“That settles it then. I’ll be in the shower,”

I stare perplexed yet amused as Harry strolls out of the kitchen. 

I wasn't sure where these new promises would lead us but all I could do was ride out the wave. 

***

“You shouldn't have worn white,” 

I tugged at the pant leg of the white linen suit Harry had insisted on wearing in irritation as he shut off the engine of the Rover.

His GPS had indicated our arrival at the address Hannah had given, a cozy-looking Bungalow style home with a sage green door greeted us. The robust scent of pork on the grill wafted in the air, shrill shrieks of toddler laughter competing with the country music booming from the backyard. 

I found myself feeling a bit anxious and hoped this gathering would be a bit more intimate than it sounded. 

“What’s wrong with dressing up a little bit, darling?” Harry drawls, turning to me as he shrugs out of his seatbelt. 

“It was supposed to be a casual gathering,” I retort, glancing down at my modest red sundress. “And I don’t want to hear your complaining when you get some kind of condiment on it,” 

A dimpled smirk settles on his lips. 

“I appreciate the concern, River Dawn, but I’m pretty sure I’ve mastered the art of eating without spilling. Let’s go,” 

I gave my eyes a roll as he slammed his door shut before strolling around the passenger’s side to open mine. I set the bowl of watermelon feta salad I’d been balancing on my knees during the ride on the dashboard to make it easier to move out of my seat. 

I grab both of Harry’s hands, taking a heavy breath as I pull myself up. I perch the Tupperware container under my arm, his hand settling protectively at the small of my back as I carefully ascend the concrete steps. I smile at the patriotic wreath of stars on the door before pressing the doorbell. 

From inside comes the excited barking of a dog and hurried footsteps and when the door finally opens, Harry and I are greeted by a fluffy, excited labradoodle that jumps up at my belly. 

“Millie, down!” Hannah calls, a flustered expression on her face as she tosses a dishtowel across her shoulder. 

Her big brown eyes light up at the sight of us there and I pet the adorable dog's head once she calms down. 

“River, I’m so glad to see you!” She squeals in her heavy southern accent, before enveloping me into a hug. 

I grin. 

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” I reply once we pull apart. “What a cute pup!”

I notice a blush creep across her cheeks as her eyes finally settle on Harry. 

“Thanks, she’s still a puppy and we’re working on getting her trained. Is this your hubby?”

“Yep, this is Harry. Harry, this is Hannah,” 

Harry flashes his dimpled grin, extending his hand out to a still-flustered Hannah. 

“Pleasure to meet you. Happy Independence Day,” He speaks. 

I almost want to roll my eyes at the sickening amount of British charm he oozes.

Nationality aside, Harry had this way of entrancing just about everyone he met. He made them feel like they were the only person in the room, that their opinions were the only ones that mattered even if he didn't give a damn about what they had to say. 

His charm was lethal. I should know. I'd fallen prey myself. 

“Nice to meet you, Harry,” She smiles. “C’mon inside. Everyone’s outback,”

I sigh with relief once we enter the air-conditioned house, Hannah’s puppy trotting alongside us. The walls are the same color or sage green as the door and in the foyer is a huge portrait of a chubby baby Bristol in an off-white christening dress along with several pairs of tiny shoes- a variety of pinks, purples, and glitter- and a large pair of hunting boots. 

The living room is simple and has an unapologetic lived-in look with many brightly colored baby toys littering the floor. I smile at the sight, oddly looking forward to having a messy living room in the near future.

“I made a little something for the party,” I speak up, extending the container. “I hope you like it. It's watermelon feta salad,” 

Hannah grins,  the cork heels of her wedges smacking against the hardwood floor. 

“You didn't have to bring anything, River. I reckon you've had a busy week with orders and whatnot.” She turns to Harry. “Isn't she just an angel? Sweet as sugar cane,” 

“She sure is,” He drawls. 

If I was an angel then Harry was the devil in disguise. 

There's a big sliding glass door that leads to the backyard and I can spot the ladies I'd met at the birthday party. I unintentionally crashed all mingling at a patio table, the men crowded around the grill while the kids ran around the yard. 

“The girls will be glad to see you again,” Hannah continues as she slides open the door. “They loved the sandwiches you brought to Paxton's party.” 

The attention seems to shift to us as we enter the yard and I suddenly feel self-conscious. Brooke waves from the table and Hannah's husband Nash approaches us, a bottle of beer in hand. 

“More food? Sweet!” He announces, staring at the Tupperware in his wife's hands. 

“Don't be rude, sugar,” Hannah scolds sweetly. “You remember River, don't you?” 

I smile into the reflection of his shiny Ray Bans and he rubs his sunburnt neck in embarrassment.  

“Yeah. Did you get your battery fixed?” 

I nodded. 

“I really appreciate your effort. This is my husband,” I gesture to Harry at my side. 

“Hi ‘M Harry,” he speaks on cue, extending his hand once more. 

“Nash. Nice you meet you,”

They exchange a manly handshake and Hannah smiles, glad that our husbands are getting acquainted. 

“Go show him around,” She instructs Nash. “We girls have some catching up to do,” 

“I'll bring you over a plate in a little while, darling,” Harry says, pressing a chaste kiss to my hairline.

I can hardly nod before Hannah has whisked me away, linking her arm with mine. 

“Darling,” she sighs wistfully. “That's so romantic,” 

I almost want to laugh. The pet name hasn't meant much to me in so long. 

“Hi, River!” Brooke greets us once we arrive at the table. “Hannah said you might stop by,” 

“Hi everyone,” I wave politely. 

Hannah pulls out one of the lawn chairs for me and I happily sit, my swollen ankles feeling immediate relief. 

“You've gotten even bigger!” Jess muses, bouncing a sleepy silver-blonde little girl on her knee. 

I glance over at Bristol, Paxton, and a little boy who resembles Frida who is happily playing with the puppy in the grass. 

“Thanks. I think,” I giggle, pushing my hair off my shoulders. 

I notice Frida's gaze shift over to the men, her large gold earrings swaying with the motion of her head. A mischievous grin swept over her lips. 

“I've gotta ask, is the hottie in white your husband?” She questions. 

I nod, feeling a sense of discomfort as I know where this is headed. 

“Yep, that's him,”

The rest of the ladies' heads seem to turn in Harry's direction. He's too busy chatting with the other husbands to notice their gaze but I bet he's still aware that the attention is all on him.

It always is. 

When we first started dating,  I found myself jealous when other women ogled over him but as time passed and our relationship solidified I got used to it. Harry was an objectively good-looking man so it was only natural that people stared, but I still sometimes wondered what could happen if someone more alluring caught his eye. 

“Damn,” Jess mumbles, stroking her daughter's short hair. “Where'd you find him? I mean- I love my husband but you are one lucky girl,” 

“Isn't he handsome?” Hannah squeals beside me. “You two have got to be the most gorgeous couple I've ever seen. Your little boy is going to be so beautiful,” 

It wouldn’t be the first or last time we’d received that compliment and I’d trained myself to smile and be gracious but my smiling face only hides disillusionment. On an aesthetic level, it was easy to call us the perfect couple, but oh boy, our marriage was anything but.

If these women knew half the grief Harry had put me through, they’d think twice about looking into those pretty, evergreen eyes. 

“Thanks,”  I grin.

Brooke picks up a celery stick from her plate.

“So it’s a boy then?”  She asks. 

I place both hands on my belly and nod. 

“Hannah called it. It’s a boy,” 

The table erupts with coos of congratulations and I have to wonder if Frida and Brooke had the same worries that I do about having a boy. I can only hope their husbands treated them better than mine did. 

“I knew it!” Hannah giggled. “My theory was right all along,” 

I chuckled. 

“I guess it wasn’t just an old wives tale after all,” I admit. 

“Have you picked any names yet?” Frida asks, reaching for her can of Coca-Cola. 

I shake my head. With the new downtime Harry had promised, I was sure we’d have plenty of time to discuss names for a baby boy. 

“Word of advice,” Jess speaks, keeping her voice low so as not to wake her baby. “Have at least three names picked out. I was torn between Willow and Dixie and Jacob wanted Margret. Marget is such a Memaw name,” 

I grin, thinking about the kind of names Mom and Adele had suggested. 

“That sounds better than Rupert,” I retort. 

“Who’s Rupert?”

That slow voice makes everyone’s head turn and I can physically see them all melt to mush. I feel the baby move and shift in my seat in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. 

“Nobody,” I reply, craning my neck to look at him “Just a name Mom thought up,”

Harry places a paper plate in front of me filled with a variety of foods. I glance at the runny potato salad and try not to be too judgemental,  hoping it tastes better than it looks. 

‘D'you ladies mind if I pull up a chair?” He asks, rubbing my shoulders. 

A violent blush creeps across Jess's cheeks. 

“Take mine, I'm gonna put Dixie down for a nap,” 

With an arm full of baby, she excuses herself from the group and I almost wish she hadn’t. I was enjoying the female socialization without Harry and was not looking forward to him crashing the party. 

“I’ll scooch over,” Hannah announces, moving to occupy Jess’s seat so the two of us can sit together. 

Harry places a hand on my knee as he settles in the chair and I pick up my fork, going for the barbeque chicken. 

“This is delicious,”  I mumble.

Hannah grins. 

“Nash will be so thrilled that a chef approves his food. So Harry, what do you do for a living?” She asks. 

Frida and Brooke seem to be hanging on his every word, waiting for him to speak. 

“I’m in investment banking,”  He replies with a polite dimpled grin. 

“That sounds.. interesting,” Frida smiles, propping a hand under her chin. 

I want to gag. Was she always this much of an asskisser? 

“No, it’s quite boring actually,”  I chime in between mouthfuls. 

Harry chuckles, draping an arm around my chair. 

“River’s right. It is pretty boring,” 

“You’re obviously not from here. How’d you and River meet?” Brooke asks. 

Early in the relationship, this was one of the exciting questions but now it was just irritating.

“I was studying business at Columbia and Riv was at Le Cordon Bleu right down the block,”

A small smile manages to tug at my lips at the memory. Times were so much simpler then. I was a bright-eyed, hopeless romantic and Harry had been the boy that only seemed to exist in my daydreams. We were young and getting through the days with lots of caffeine and a little optimism. 

It was us against the world. Only now it feels like us against each other.

“My roommate had convinced me to come to this mixer on campus,” I add. “I hadn’t been to a lot of parties and I was pretty naive. I left my drink unattended to go to the bathroom. The night could have ended very differently if Harry hadn’t been paying attention. We got to talking and we really clicked and we’ve been together since,”

I feel as if I’ve said too much so I go back to stuffing my face. From the corner of my eye, I catch Harry’s gaze. His dimples are on full display and his green eyes sparkle in the evening sun. 

He’s looking at me as if I hung the moon, a look he hasn’t given me in so long. 

“That’s so sweet,” Hannah squeals. “How lucky are you to have found the one on your first rodeo? I had to kiss a couple of frogs before I got Nash but I wouldn’t have done anything differently,” 

My heart sinks. Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn’t have put all my eggs in one basket and dated around a bit before making things exclusive with Harry. Maybe he was a frog disguised as a prince.

“Yeah,” I force a grin. “ I guess I am,”

I spend most of the party indulging in the food spread and making frequent bathroom breaks. Harry has had a couple of beers and is a bit more sociable, even going as far as to play an adorable game of peekaboo with Bristol and Frida can’t stop raving about his accent. 

The sun is beginning to set and Nash and Jess’s husband are working on setting up the fireworks. I’ve retreated to the comfort of the swing sofa and am regretting eating so much barbeque as heartburn and bloating are in full effect. I know the baby will make me pay for it with a night of restlessness but I guess I deserve it for being a pig. 

“Hey babe, would you like some ice cream?” Harry asks, approaching me. 

He’s miraculously managed to not get anything on his white suit. 

I shake my head while placing a hand on my belly.

“I’ve eaten waaay too much,” I wince. “I’d kill for Tums right now if you’ve got one,”

He flashes a sympathetic grin before settling next to me on the loveseat.

“Sorry darling,”

We sit in silence, watching the sunset. A Shania Twain song is playing on the stereo that Brooke and her husband have decided to slow dance to. 

“So, you’ve seen for yourself that Hannah is not a baby snatcher?” I speak softly. 

A dimpled smirk settles on Harry’s lips and he places a hand on my leg. 

“You’ve proved me wrong. Your friends are very nice,” 

I grin. 

“I think they’ve all got a crush on you-Bristol included,” 

“She’s a darling girl,” he laughs, the corner of his eyes crinkling. “I can’t wait to see what our little boy will look like,”

I think back to my conversation with Ryan and try not to frown. If Harry ever found out how I felt about having a boy, I wonder if it would change his behavior towards me. He’s never seemed self-aware but maybe becoming a father would help change that. 

“We’ve got to start thinking about names,” I reply, changing the subject. “You don’t like the name Rupert, do you?” 

Harry scrunches up his nose and I laugh.

“Rupert is awful,” He drawls. 

“I’m so glad we can agree on that,”

I move closer, slowly resting my head against his shoulder. I feel exhausted and the smell of his expensive cologne is comforting. I’d been keeping a physical distance between us all day but after a successful evening, this feels safe. 

The sun has finally set and the fireworks have been lit, a shrill whine piercing my ears as they spark into orbit. A burst of greens, blues, and purples shimmer in the air and I watch in amazement. 

I’d always found fireworks to be magical and romantic and tonight is no exception. I can’t tell if Harry is just showing off in front of everyone or if the affection he’s shown is genuine but I don’t want to ruin things with my overthinking. 

“Y’know, I still remember that night like it was yesterday,” Harry whispers. 

I sit up, meeting his jade eyes. 

“What night?” I ask.

“The night we first met. I noticed you from the moment you walked through the door. You had this glow-you were the loveliest girl in the room. I just knew we’d have a future together. Look at us now- gettin’ ready to welcome a baby,” 

I feel my eyes brim with tears and rush to blink them back. His version of events was so different from mine, as if everything had been hunky-dory from start to finish. This change of him going from worshiping the ground I walk on to pushing me away with both hands didn’t happen overnight but sometimes it feels that way. 

It seems that once we were on the same page but now we see the story with different eyes. 

I fix my eyes on the fireworks in the night sky and swallow the lump in my throat. 

“Yeah, look at us,” 

Harry gently grabs my chin, tilting it to meet his gaze. The colors of the fireworks reflect in his eyes, giving them a fluorescent shine. He leans in, his lips touching mine ever so gently. I wonder if he can taste the melancholy in my kiss. 

I used to think love was easy- that things would be natural and painless- but knowing what I know now, it was anything but. When you loved someone as deeply as I did, as long as I had there were bound to be growing pains. Our love was already fragile and frail, too malnourished for the journey we were about to embark on as parents. 

I could only hope we could make an effort to change things around. If not for me, if not for us, for baby boy. 

Taglist: @sassamanda77, @fangirl509east

[murderousink23]

National Day of Tolerance and Coexistence 🇮🇶, National Dentist Day 🦷🇺🇲, National Frozen Food Day 🇺🇲, National Oreo Cookie Day 🇺🇲, National White Chocolate Cheesecake Day 🇺🇲, Casimir Pulaski Day 🇺🇲, British Pie Week 🥧🇬🇧

[sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover]

Chris sturniolo -focus

Pairing -domChris x British reader fem

Summary -When you decide to show your boyfriend you favourite British show , he gets bored and decides to test how good you can focus .

Warnings - smut , swearing , fingering, unprotected sex, p x v intercourse , slightly Dom Chris ,Dirty talking ,bulge kink , cream pie , praising,multiple orgasms.mentions of spanking , mentions of rough sex , mentions of masturbation. Thats all I think let me know guys if I've missed anything.

Author note -use of y/n , first person and not proofread .

Word count -2k

"Chrisss it's starting" I shout to my boyfriend of 1 year , dragging out his name while he leaves his bathroom and makes his way over to the bed."I don't get why you love this show so much ain't it just about people baking" he replies to me as he lifts the thick blue quilt up so he can get into bed , allowing the cold air to hit my side I'm instantly overwhelmed by warmth as Chris lays beside me ."oh no it's so much more then just people baking , it's a competition , it's entertaining and most importantly it's funny when things go wrong" I say with overenthusiastic excitement describing my favourite show ' the great British bake off' ."sounds like it's even more sterotypically British then you are , what are they going to do in the breaks eat fish and chips with the queen" he says with a awful fake British accent laughing "babe the queen is dead" I say shocked by his choice of words "oh shit yeah" he says linking an arm around my waist as i roll onto my side facing the laptop , I feel Chris make himself comfortable behind me spooning me from behind with my back against his chest .I press play on the screen.

The theme song starts to play and I do my basic girl thing ofo doing a happy little dance eating a deep chuckle from Chris ."you and this show I'm starting to think you love it more then you love me" he whispers in my ear giving me a quick kiss onto my neck."hmmm possibly" I say with a smirk on my face winding him up .*wack* "oh really" Chris says smug as he smacks my ass i can almost hear the smirk in his voice.Resulting in a squeal and laugh from me .We watch the first quarter of the show in a comfortable silence as the adverts start I hear a sigh from Chris as his deep breath hits the back of my neck causing me have instant goosebumps.

He shuffles behind me so that his head is higher up then mine , bits of his hair tickling my cheek "you know what" he says with his voice in a deep whisper I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach ."you look so beautiful right now" he says kissing my forehead .I feel my face get hot as I blush at his compliment " good job it's dark in here or you'd see me looking more red then a embarrassed lobster but thank you , you look beautiful too" I move my head so that I can reach his lips and I meet them with a light kiss , that both Chris and I smile into .We hear the show begin again so we both draw our attention back to it .

*5 minutes later*

We're still silent as we continue to watch the show when I feel Chris hand move under the waistband of the grey joggers of his that Im wearing, I try to focus on his laptop but the feeling of Chris's rough hands against the peachy flesh of my ass is slightly distracting."hmmm you're so warm mama" Chris talks into my ear more to himself then me.He rubs my ass cheek with his hand and I get deja vu from last time his hand rubbed my ass was last week when he caught me touching myself, Chris decided to teach me a lesson by spanking me and rubbing my ass to sooth me ."I must be that hot " I joke to him pretending to flick my hair , earning a laugh from him .I feel his hand start to move over my hip and close to my exposed core , causing me to let a small whimper of anticipation earning yet another laugh from chris."what are you doing y/n?" He whispers into my ear so innocently as if he doesn't know what he's doing .I keep my mouth shut knowing that the next noise that falls out of my mouth would be a moan ."answer me baby girl" chris says in a demanding tone ."trying to focus" i say through a breath to him ."shall we see how good you can focus mama" he says seductively "what do you me-" im cut off when his hand lands on my pussy with a quick smack."keep focusing on the laptop baby girl and you can cum and if you dont well take a wild guess who isn't coming tonight" He says to me finishing his sentence with another wack to my pussy , I nod my head signaling to chris that i understand."good girl" i hear him say as his fingers move up and down my slit getting coated in my juices ."so wet for me already and ive barely touched you" chris says causing a moan to fall out of my mouth .

"Please Chris , please" I say between breathless moans ."awe what is it baby" he says to me in a mocking tone "please just so something" I respond "well since you asked so nicely" he says in the same mocking tone as his fingers find my clit rubbing in quick circles I throw my head back against his shoulder as the instant ecstacy builds with every move of Chris's fingers "remember focus baby else you're not cumming tonight" he reminds me as my legs start to quiver around his hand."fuck..." I moan out closing my eyes thankfully that Chris was still behind me else he would of reminded me again to focus ."you're so good Chris" I squeal out "look at you already on the brink of cumming and I've not even went inside of you yet" I hear Chris say , sounding distant as I feel my release coming fast "please Chris please I need to cum I'm gonna cum" I say throw pants and moans ."go on baby be a good girl and cum" he says into my ear as his fingers move faster then they was previous as I feel my release overwhelm my body as I'm left a shaking , moaning mess while Chris continues rubbing my clit as he helps me ride through my orgasm ."so good mama , you look so pretty when you cum" he says as he pauses his movements "you're so pretty you're going to do it again " he continues all the attempt of focus has gone out the window as one of Chris's arms reach over me slamming the laptop shop his fingers that are still rest on my clit dives straight into my pussy as he pushes one into earning a instant moan " so tight baby even after I've already made you cum once you're tight" he says to himself more then me as he pushes a second finger in , plowing me he starts of deep and slow as his pace speeds up .The sound of my pussy wetness filling the room , Chris's fingers move so fast and so deep I can hear him talk to me but no words make sense I can't even place words myself I just have moans and whispers falling from my mouth as my second orgasm of the night builds up faster then the first one did ."so wet baby I can feel you clenching around me , do you wanna cum girl" he asks me hypothetically "yes god yes please Chris can I cum" the words leave my mouth in a embarrassing whining sound.Chris uses his spare hand to spread my shaking thighs as they try to close around his fingers , "gotta stretch you out ready to take my cock" I hear him says as he places a third finger into my wet pussy .He fingers go deeper and faster curling to touch my gspot as i throw my head back again as swear words, moans and Chris's name repeatedly falls out of my mouth as i cum for the second time tonight .Again he doesn't stop his actions until my body goes limp against his .He pulls his fingers out of me as i hear him sucking my juices off , i move around in his arm so i could face him when im greeted with his lust filled blue eyes staring into my dazed ones as he sucks his fingers clean of my juices .

"You good baby girl" he asks me I nod my head in agreement to him ."good cus you're gonna do it one more time " he says as he rolls me over already taking my jogging bottoms off."Chris I don't know if I can" I say tiredly to him "you can baby just one more time , cum around my cock let me fill you up mama " he whisper to me grabbing my chin so he can move my head so that I look at him ."okay" I say to him "I wanna watch you cum again" he says as he holds me legs up and open and rest the head of his dick at my entrance before he thrusts in stretching me perfectly, we both let out moans , with our mouths open and staring into each others eyes. He starts thrusting into , fucking me mercilessly .I feel his cock go deeper inside of me I move my hand over to my stomach when I feel a bulge it's Chris dick he's so deep inside of me that he's actually made a bulge in me ."feel this" I say to him between moans as I grab Chris's hand and move it over to where he dick is making itself well known in me."fuck im so deep in you" he said still holding my face so our mouths are touching as we speak were that close .

Chris never slack in his movement as he continues to thrust into me at a inhumane speed , I'm left almost screaming against his mouth showing the Chris that I'm near my release."you're shaking baby" Chris states with a smirk as his hand that is still holding my leg up reaches further up and rubs my already over sensitive clit fast and nearly coming " keep your eyes on me baby , I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock" he says and that's all that it takes for me to release myself over him "good girl such a good girl" he says to me as he helps me ride out my final orgasm ."please Chris" I say to him as my body is exhausted after my orgasms Chris shows no mercy and continues to fuck me relentlessly "what baby" he says in the same mocking tone from earlier "cum Chris please fill me up I want to feel your load" those last few dirty words are all that is needed as its chris time to moan into my mouth as i feel his long hot strings of cum coat my walls .He stills and pulls out of me leaving us both a panting mess as he kisses my now sweaty forehead "im so proud baby , you took me so well".are the last words i hear chris say before i fall asleep with my head against his chest .

[bluerosetarot]

Silly idea due to the fact I have the cilantro = soap gene. Expanding off this post I made yesterday. Gonna be a fluffy fun fic with a lil spice at the end.

Tags: fem!reader x Soap Mactavish, blowjobs, cunnilingus

Tagging: @tf141glory because they said they wanted a fic from that joke post

You noticed that Task Force 141 ordered a lot of takeout, though you chalked that up to the grueling work that you all did to keep the world safe. MREs were all fine and good and you noticed each of the men had their own particular food they could cook.

Soap would occasionally cook something called cock-a-leekie soup and the name of the dish never ceased to make you chuckle, much to his enjoyment. You noticed that when you laughed he would always give you a big smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling ever so slightly.

Price was a traditional British man through and through; the man loved bangers and mash and at one point cooked it every day for a week until you got sick of it and you never saw him without a scone at tea.

You'd asked Ghost what he knew to cook one time and he shrugged, giving you an answer that avoided talking about himself like he always did. But you noticed that next weekend he was in the kitchen making a cottage pie for everyone. You'd given him a little teasing about hidden culinary skills to which he told you the very vaguest parts of his history from when he was a child; the enjoyment he got from when his mum would make this exact recipe. There was a sadness to his eyes as he changed the subject so you dropped the subject.

Gaz was the odd man out in that he didn't really know how to cook, you chalked it up to him being the youngest of the team and lacking experience in that department. But the man was amazing with chips and other friend foods which led you to your current dinner, everyone sat around a table with a big plate of curry chips.

The masala curry was on par with what you'd tried from the local shops which made Gaz's smile bright when you complimented him on it.

"Thanks, mate! Made it myself because I had a wild craving for curry chips and figured I'd share. Never made a curry before that wasn't from a jar but I think it turned out alright, yeah?"

"Yeah, not too spicy either. Y' did good on this one!" Soap was already getting a second helping.

"What, got a weak tongue, Sergeant?" Ghost had been picking at his plate idly with a book in front of him.

"Nae wha' ye tryin' ta imply wit tha', LT?" The accent was getting thick as Soap got more excitable. "I'll have ye know ma tongue is quite strong..." You could've swore he gave you a wink at that. "Just cannae stand heat s'all."

"Hmm." A grunt was the lieutenant's only reply as he spooned some green paste onto the top of his chips before offering it to you. "Chutney? Gaz made some cilantro chutney to go with th' chips. Not bad with th' curry."

Your nose crinkled up at the offering, disgust plain on your face.

"No thanks. I'm one of those genetic weirdos where I got a gene that cilantro tastes like soap."

"Aye an' how d'ye know wha' I taste like, bonnie?" Soap hadn't skipped a beat, and his words brought a flush of red to your cheeks.

"You know that is NOT what I meant!"

Soap smirked at you from across the table and took a chip from his plate, putting some chutney on it and offering it to you.

"Ye keen to find out wha' I taste like, bonnie? Here, have a sample."

You'd finished most of your plate already and figured this was as good enough of a time to excuse yourself from dinner. As you washed your plate you could hear Gaz elbowing Soap in the side with a muffled "Oi now cut that out."

Once you got back to your quarters you just laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. You'd had a crush on each of the guys for different reasons, but you wondered if Soap had noticed. Granted, he was always a flirt when the team went out for some r&r at one of the local bars, but up until now you hadn't really thought of the man as interested in you.

A knock made you look up and you heard Soap's voice from the other side of the heavy door.

"I wanted to apologise, bonnie. Ye still awake?"

"Yeah. Door's unlocked, come in."

Soap stuck his head through the door with an expression you'd never seen on his face before. He looked sheepish and truly regretful as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"I think I might've taken it a bit far tonight, bonnie. Ye seemed upset after dinner and I wanted ta make sure ye weren't mad at me an' all tha'."

That got a small chuckle out of you and you saw his lips quirk up in the slightest of smiles.

"Nah, we're good, Soap. I'm used to your jokes just, uh, caught me off guard a bit, yeah?"

"Oh? An' how's that?"

He had walked from the door to your bed and sat down at the edge, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly, the gentle way he touched you made you think about what it would be like to have those hands on other parts of your body.

"Ah, well..." You weren't quite sure how to begin. But you knew the man responded well to blunt talk so you took your chances. "I might actually be interested in what you taste like..."

As your words trailed off you could swear Soap's grin couldn't get any bigger.

"Issat so, bonnie? Well perhaps I'm interested on seein' what ye taste like as well."

The fact that your feelings were reciprocated for him made your heart skip a beat even as you sat there in stunned silence. He had moved a bit closer, his larger frame looming over you.

"Jus' a lil taste, aye? Yer lips, my lips, see where this all goes?"

With a silent nod you leaned in to close the gap between your lips, locking together in a slow, sensual kiss as you felt his strong arms wrap around you. The world seemed to melt away as your tongues explored each other's mouths and truly tasted one another.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity he was the first one to pull away, that smirk on his lips once again as he lightly held your chin in his hand.

"Now tha' I ken what those lips a' yours taste like... how's about we go a little lower, aye?"

His free hand slid up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra with a practiced ease while you nodded once again. God above you were going to get drunk off this man's treatment of you and you helped him help you to get out of your shirt and bra.

Once topless he pulled back and took a long look at you, letting out an impressed whistle.

"Did nae ken you had such a good body under that uniform, bonnie."

He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth found one of your nipples, teasing and sucking the sensitive nub while his hand gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Each moan that he managed to work from your lips made the hunger inside him grow and he let out a soft grown when your hands went up to his mohawk and gave it a tug.

"S-soap... I want more... I want to taste you too..."

Pulling away from your breast with an audible smacking of his lips he pressed back on your shoulders.

"Nae yet, bonnie. Dinner was nice but I want some dessert first."

As you laid back he pulled your sweatpants down and off your legs, tossing them aside to some forgotten corner of the room alongside your panties. Strong hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart so he could see your already slick cunt, ready and waiting for him. Even as much as he wanted to taste you he wanted to relish in the moment which meant kisses along your inner thighs accompanied by the occasional soft bite to the skin there that would make you whimper in need.

Finally, after he felt you'd been teased enough, he dove in for his treat. Soft lips surrounded your clit as he sucked on it gently, alternating between that and flicking against it with his tongue. Thick fingers slid inside and curled up to rub against your g-spot in time with his tongue.

With his face buried between your legs your hands desperately grabbed onto anything to give yourself leverage as you bucked your hips up against his mouth, finally settling on gripping his short hair to earn yourself another growl from him.

It didn't take him long at all to get you to the edge of climax, you could tell this man not only had experience but enjoyed the act of getting his partner off. Just as you were teetering on the edge he pulled his mouth away to look up at you as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

"Aye, tha's it. Good girl. Gonna cum for me, aye?"

And with that his face was back down between your legs and your vision went white as your orgasm finally hit, your moans and whines music to his ears as you rode his face through your climax. Only when the final aftershocks and twitches had worked through your system did he stop and pull away once more, wiping his mouth on his forearm.

"Now tha' I ken wha' ye taste like, bonnie, time for ye to taste me."

You watched as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. He wasn't massive but you knew that taking him in your mouth was going to be a test of your gag reflex for sure, still you matched his cocky grin with your own and crawled over to him as he lay there, idly stroking his length.

A drop of pre rolled down the head and you lapped that up first, finding that this kind of Soap had a better taste than you expected. You wanted more and soon you had your lips wrapped around his head, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth.

"Christ, bonnie!" His hands rested on the back of your head, fingers clenching as you could tell he wanted you to go further down, to go faster, but you wanted to tease him just as he'd teased you. So you took it slow, tongue gliding along every inch of his throbbing shaft until you finally made it to the base. His hips rolled up to meet your mouth and you finally decided to give him what he wanted.

Your soft mouth was already getting him on edge, though he was fighting against his climax with all his strength. When you finally started to slide up and down his length he swore inwardly that you were going to suck the soul right out of him.

It wasn't just your mouth working him at this point; one hand worked his shaft to stroke it in time with your mouth while your other hand gently massaged his massive balls. They felt pent up and twitched with his growing orgasm until finally he managed to choke out.

"B-bonnie... I'm gonna..."

He couldn't finish his words as a low growl cut his sentence short as he filled your mouth with his warm seed. Rope after rope filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it all, paying him back in kind for the pleasure he'd given you.

You only pulled away when he'd started to go soft, both of you breathing heavy in the dim light of your room. Those strong arms of his grabbed you suddenly and brought you up to rest your head on his chest. Soap was an affectionate lover and showed it by peppering your head and face with gentle kisses between words of praise.

"Ye did great, bonnie. So good."

Finally he laid his head back with a sigh and a soft chuckle.

"You tasted amazing, bonnie, hope I managed t' taste even half as good as the heaven between yer legs."

With a satisfied lick of your lips you nodded against his chest.

"Yeah, could get used to having you as dessert more often, Soap."

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2025-02-17

I have no idea how time works

Listening: New Friends at the Table series, Realis, because Austin Walker designed a game so they're playing it. It's interesting, diceless and based on pitting sentences against each other that become more powerful as they become more specifically situational. Basically built around rules-lawyering and bending the meaning of phrases. Interesting.

Watching: I started listening to A More Civilized Age and rapidly ran out of episodes of The Clone Wars that I had seen, so that a little. As far as children's shows go this one suffers from much less children's show disease than some others, I guess because they did have George Lucas looking at some of these and going "you guys have gotta make it look more like a world war II and/or noir movie.

Also, started rewatching the old Tom Scott And Friends wikipedia game show, because I realized I have basically forgotten what happens in them so I can watch them again.

There are a lot of like. Highly specific bits in here that you either don't get, or that take you out at the knees.

Reading: Over the weekend started to read Police at the Funeral, which I picked up randomly from the library and then discovered is a Campion novel and he's a big name detective character by Margery Allingham.

I am enjoying Stupid British Antics so far, the premise of "this huge manor house full of the various failsons and faildaughters of a wealthy family is ruled over in a kind of bizzare 24/7 findom thing by the elderly heir to the fortune" is my shit.

Making: Planned out a sewing project but that has been on hold because I'm waiting for fabric to arrive, hopefully that'll be here soon.

Gonna include "pies" in here because I made two different pies this past week, a big salmon pie which I wrote up the recipe for, and also a bunch of vegetable hand pies for game night.

Talking to Partner reminded me that like, standing crust and standing crust-adjacent pies are not really a thing in the Americas. You have either like, pot pies or custard pies mostly. The fully encapsulated pie is a really solid food concept, and a staple fast food back home in ZA. Consider it!

Playing: Game night was Drink More Glurp, a fun party game that I got really into after watching Loading Ready Run play it, so here's that.

It is effectively a pass-the-controller qwop tournament with various sports.

Tools and Equipment: There are these extremely cheap hot water bottle things that have a built-in heating element and a docking station, they're really great for quickly and easily getting a little pack of heat to carry around with you and they are like $15.

[ratherembarrassing]

2025: week 5

with a bonus monday to make this london week because what the hell else happened this week besides that? uh, nothing.

perth to london, qf9. it's a coin toss on whether this was actually better overall than going via singapore or the middle east. between the flight to flight to perth, the layover, and the delay to departure, all up it took 29 hours from leaving my house to arriving at heathrow, and only 18 of those hours were the long flight. on the other hand, having 17+ hours to sit, eat a food, watch an entire tv season, and then sleep (albeit badly) for 10 hours? is really nice? at the very least it made me pumped for when they launch the melbourne to london and new york direct flights. 21 hours and it's done and dusted? yes. please.

big mood, season 1 (qantas' in flight entertainment thing / channel 4, 2024). it's tradition now to find the dark british comedy on the long haul flight entertainment system and holy heck, this is dark. nicola coughlan is an actual treasure.

theatah: the devil wears prada: the musical (dominion theatre, west end). what i was trying to get at in my exhausted delirium is that when a movie is bad and then turned into a musical, musicals make all that bad worse. anyway, it was fine, i'm glad i went, no one will remember this happened three years from now.

theatah: elektra (duke of york's theatre, west end). every review of this hated it for a different reason, but whatever, i really enjoyed it. a special shout out to the american sitting behind me who said out loud my exact thought: this staging is exactly like the jessica chastain a doll's house. which was true, but also entirely irrelevant for reasons that will become apparent. brie larson is polarizing in the best of circumstances, and these were not the best of circumstances, but the take seems to be that this production was ultimately impenetrable. i think reviewers need to harden the fuck up, if i was fine while almost unconscious from exhaustion. also: stockard channing!

theatah: much ado about nothing (theatre royal drury lane, west end). aaaaaaaaarguably the reason i detoured into london in the first place. it was cute! people love to hate jamie lloyd, and i don't think the crux of those complaints will be overcome with this one. my issue was mostly just that it felt like it was set in a season of love island, which is a comparison i am now equipped to make, and that's just not how i like my art to feel. this was an especially odd vibe because the staging deployed the apparently very on trend empty warehouse thing.a real mixed bag of approaches. as for the celebrities of it all, it was opening night and the people were there for tom hiddleston. it was irritating. it's always irritating. can we bully these people a bit more to get this screaming for the actors thing to stop? and i didn't die from being in the same room as hayley atwell, so that's nice.

jolene, redchurch street. i would be here every day if this was my local. every bakery should do a mean lemon meringue pie.

the dusty knuckle, dalston. i did not let the disgusting laneway put me off: the food was fucking incredible. grilled cheese with an onioniny jam was the best grilled cheese i've eaten in years, pip and nut turnover i will dream about. if you go, get their lemonade.

regency cafe, westminster. sometimes hipsters are right about things, and they are right about this. you should be a little afraid while you try to get some food. it's good for the blood or something. they sold me like a pint of orange juice for £2.70, which is a bar against which i will measure every restaurant forever now.

tate britain. i'd never been before, and that was a mistake! for years i have been thwarted in seeing turners whenever i am in a place that ordinarily has turners on display. why had i then never been to the tate britain? because i did not know! they have an entire wing of turners! as well as an entire wing of all the other things! @notabuddhist is a great art museum buddy, which is the best trait a person can possess. she even hurried through the last two rooms with me when i needed to leave to get a donut halfway across london.

something that did not happen: me getting my donut halfway across london. and it's all the fault of jeremy clarkson and his tory farmers, as the cab driver put it. fuck that guy, i wanted my donut.

barbican: including this feels like a lie, but i did wander through and feel awe and wonder. but i did not get very much time, because see next item.

something that did happen: so there i am going on a casual wander from shoreditch to bask in the brutalist glory that is the barbican. a song in my heart, a coffee in my hand, and a vague idea of where i'm going, but not much more than that. a great time for my phone to die. a perfect time for my power bank to be completely flat. first time since 2008 when iphones were first released in australia that i was abandoned in this way. thank you curry's, for taking me for an absolute ride while selling me a new power bank.

shout outs: the lizzy line (so nice, so clean, always got my back (because i am always going to and from an airport)), the afternoon lost to getting from stratford to dalston on a rail replacement bus through what i'm pretty sure was a crime scene, m&s salt and balsamic vinegar crisps (why are you the most delicious salt and vinegar chips i've ever eaten and why did i only buy one bag), love island and morley's.